#gifts are objects that are pretty on the outside and you don't know what's inside of them

[msnihilist]

Hey, what you think about that Cosmo and Wanda call Timmy "precious gift" like in special "abracatastrophe" when he have 8 old by his parents?

I don't think that Cosmo and Wanda should imitate anything that Timmy's parents did, tbh.

[hazashiovo]

Remember in "Sleeping Beauty" the live action how Maleficent had a crow? That's what we're doing now,but with Malleus.

Malleus x crow shifter!Reader

Genre:Fluff, master and loyal servant trope.

Little bird

You always had a thing for shiny,pretty things. No matter whether it was some trash on the ground or a nice ring in a pawn shop.

Shiny objects never failed to grab your attention.

Malleus is shiny and definitely pretty, and you, being you, got attracted to him. Naturally of course.

Malleus is a shiny,pretty fae.

It was near impossible for him not to attract your interes.

Once he realized a certain bird was stalking him, the fae started leaving small amounts of food for you. It always brought a smile on his face when the mysterious bird tilted its head,its dark eyes filled with curiosity. In his eyes,it was such a cute action to do.

He must admit,the bird got his attention,and soon enough it became a habit.

Like crows usually do, you started leaving small trinkets that you personally found pretty, at his window.

It might be a flowery metallic hair clip that attracted you,or maybe some bottle cap with a pretty color.

He appreciated neither less ,it was a curious habit the fae and the animal picked on.

So malleus started reading. About crows,their habits and soon enough he found stories about them.

Those little creatures are quite interesting,it's what he would think while reading a particular sentence that made him think about the bird,once again.

Some say if a crow is fond of somebody they leave gifts as a sign of appreciation and sometimes, loyalty.

When this little black feathered animal chooses a person to grow attached to,it's quite the view to other people. And it means that you, as a person,are enough to gain one animal's trust.

Dark, beautiful creatures of the night, growing attached to complete strangers.

What Malleus didn't know was that inside the dark bird,there was a human soul.

Free to transform whenever they pleased, not really.

You can't shift whenever you want to,unless you want to be seen bare by other students,and you definitely do not want that.

When you're in your animal form you feel free, peaceful to do as you please,fly wherever you want.

Even if you're not truly a crow,the tendencies to behave like one are real besides eating worms and insects. That's not you.

Bleagh.

Before Meeting the tall guy,you used to collect the shiny things you found,but now that he's here, most of the objects you pick up are for him.

He leaves outside his bedroom window bread crumbs,cookie crumbs and whatever the indulging boy thinks is good for you or that you would enjoy.Even if you don't need it,you take them. Mostly to show him you trust him with.

They taste better when somebody gifts them to you. It's a fact.

Soon,Malleus allows himself to touch your head. A gentle rub on your black feathery small head. His green eyes whiden when you push your head in his hand, practically telling him to keep going.

He smiles,as he rubs below your dark beak. Malleus notices the way your eyes close affectionately. He could even imagine a ghostly smile on your beak.

It's one truly cute interaction.

Malleus's friends soon started to notice a particular bird on his shoulder, always watching.

Silver even had a feeling that you understood what they were saying,simply by your body language.

But most of the time crows and ravens are smart birds,some reaching the level of understanding of a 5 year old child.

It's very interesting,you are interesting, especially in Silver's eyes.

But he doesn't pay much attention to you,more busy to focus on Malleus.

You like Silver,he cares about Malleus a lot.

The first time Lillia has met you,he knew that you're not what you seem.

His age isn't a young one, therefore he's been through stuff,and learned things in his life.

Like now,he knows that you're not just a bird. You couldn't fool the older fae even if you tried.

So he silently watches,and he's not ashamed to make comments when you're alone, which isn't often since you're with Malleus most of the time,but still.

This man has you sweating,even if you don't particularly hide yourself on purpose.

Even if you're most comfortable around Malleus in your shifter form,the truth can't be hidden from him forever.

At the same time,you can't just shift in front of him back in your human form.

Meeting him with no clothes on,for the first time even, doesn't really seem like a good first impression.

Unfortunately,that is exactly how it happens. Not the naked part,but let's just say you're not clothed either.

Almost 6 months of constantly being on Malleus's shoulder taught you his schedule. So seeing him in his dorm room,eyes wide open watching your form,that's covered by his blanket.

Your original plan was to shift in his room, quickly change in some clothes that belong to him,and tell him the truth about who you truly are.

Simple as that.

It wasn't simple as that. Malleus arrived in his room earlier than he usually does, barely giving you time to cover yourself up.

Now this situation is exactly not the kind that you wanted to land in.

It's not like you could've brought your own clothes in Malleus's room. Your animal form can't carry that much weight,after all it's a small bird.

"Who are you?" Malleus's voice breaks your line of taughts,all thinking of your failed plan and the embarrassment of being in such a situation.

"This isn't what it looks like." The fae holds a curious expression,after all not every day he's met with a naked person in his chambers. Now that he thinks of it,you do white look familiar,but he just can't figure it out from where.

"Malleus,I swear I'm not a creep or anything of the sort." His silence allows you to continue explaining yourself,the blanket around you getting squeezed tighter around you, praying to whatever God was mocking you that this blanket remains on your naked body.

"You know my name?" You watch as the said boy moves closer towards you,now more curious than before.

You squint your eyes, focused on the floor,trying to find the right words to explain yourself.

How do you tell the boy you're completely loyal to,that you're actually a person with the ability to shift forms.

Exactly,you try explaining it.

"I know everything about you, not in a weird stalking way,don't get me wrong." Swallowing the lump in your throat,you meet eyes with the dark haired fae.

This situation is less than comfortable for you.

"Then do explain,what are you doing in my bedroom and why are you bare?"He leaves out the part where you mentioned knowing him,and focused on the important matter.

"Well,I wanted to tell you the truth,or rather show you the truth but..." A sigh leaves your lips at the failure of your oh so great plan, "I didn't have enough time."

He watches as you follow his steps with your eyes,the deja Vu clear as day.

Just who is this interesting person who claims to know Malleus Draconia?

"Say, child of man, what might the truth be? The one you desired to tell me so bad that it was necessary for you to be bare in my room. Enlighten me." Malleus speaks,voice steady and calm,unlike yours. Shaky and anxious.

"I will gladly talk to you...mind if I ask but, can I borrow some clothes?" The question leaves Malleus a bit shocked,only nodding in agreement.

What shocked him even more was that you knew from where to take the clothes.

Excusing yourself to change,you don't miss the unusual expression on Malleus's face. Not so often do you get to see him expressing such an emotion, especially one you caused.

Finally dressed,you dare to properly meet eyes with Malleus. Ready to explain yourself properly.

"Now,I owe you an explanation." The boy takes a few seconds to take in your new appearance,his clothes looking quite nice on you.

"That you do,child of man. Starting by why you were in my room?" He doesn't take his eyes off you,instead fixates them in your eyes. There it was again,that sense of familiarity. Like he's known you for a long time.

"I came to your room, because I wished to show you who I truly was." A deep breath in,and an exhale. It's time to break it to him,that's the whole reason why you came here , right?

Your eyes dart around the room,a singular object catching your eye. A shiny silver ring you found on campus a couple months ago.

Making quick effort,you move towards the table to pick up the ring.

Malleus realizes it,and before your hand could make contact with the piece of jewelry his palm wraps around your wrist, stopping you immediately.

"How is you touching my belongings going to answer any of my questions? Are you perhaps here to steal,human?" His green radiant eyes narrow at you,gaze burning into your own. This ring could never be worn by the fae. Unfortunately you learned that one of Malleus's weaknesses is silver.

If you had known before you would've kept the ring to yourself. Even with his condition,Malleus still kept it, because it was a gift from his loyal little bird.

"Allow me," your soft eyes break contact with his narrowed ones,just for a second. He allows you to pick up the ring,his gaze fixated on what you're trying to show him.

"I brought this to you 3 Months ago,you fed me candy bits,even if it's unhealthy for a bird,I accepted them." Malleus's narrowed eyes widen he seems to be doing it a lot nowadays,or is it just the effect you have on him? Maybe.

"Now how could you have known that,and why would you refer to yourself as a bird?" He's not quite getting the hang of the situation,in his defense,this has never happened before.

You sigh,maybe the best thing to do is just show him,but then when you'll turn back you'll be naked again. Ugh...this is a curse.

"What if I just show you instead?" This was more a question towards yourself rather than for him,even so,Malleus nods. Carefully watching you as you back away.

You take a deep breath in,and there it is. The clothes you just borrowed from the tall male in a pile on the ground.

His brows furrow, was this a trick? Did you wish to play a prank on him?

He doesn't get to drown to deep in his thoughts,the sudden movement in the pile of clothes draws his attention.

The boy slightly bends down, trying to get a glimpse of whatever might be there. And out of the clothes,a crow emerges, a black feathered beautiful crow.

Not just any Crow,but you.

Now it's clear,why you were so familiar in the boys eyes.

Even so,the realization hits him hard, especially when you take your designed place on his shoulder.

Malleus's eyes link with the bird's,your eyes."It's...you?" Voice questionable,you knew he wouldn't have an extreme reaction. The time spent with him taught you that.

From your beak, the ring lays securely gripped. The fae's hand extends, allowing you to drop it in,only for a few seconds. The metal burning his porcelain hands. The ring quickly lands on the table, remaining as nothing more than a gift,and a decoration to his dark room.

You cow,like Malleus could understand you. It feels good to show yourself to him,not having to carry what felt like a horrible lie in your chest.

Once the shock wears off, he smiles. That warm beautiful smile that warmed your heart every time you saw it.

Fortunately,most of the time it was directed to you,after you brought him something nice from one of your trips outside the school.

"You're quite the interesting one,little birdie." He takes the liberty to adjust your position, setting you on his wrist.

"You never fail to surprise me." His white,large hand gently pet your little head,right above the beak. He swears he could hear you purr,like a cat.

Maybe it was only his imagination,but the way your head once again leaned into his palm,that wasn't his mind.

You two make quite the pair.

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I had this little idea and I just had to write it. Maybe I'll make a part two to it, depending on what ideas I get next.

[the-head-ancho-chilli]

The Hashira and their Sense of Humor

Apologies for the hiatus! A lot has happened over the last couple of months and I'm finally getting some of them (somewhat) resolved through therapy and A LOT of patience with myself. So here's a post that I written back in October that brings me so much joy! Thank you all for your patience ^^

Word count: 2k~

Mitsuri Kanroji

You know those types of people who want to tell you a really funny story but they need to stop laughing first?

And they've been laughing for the past fifteen minutes?

Yeah that's Mitsuri

I'm not entirely sure what to categorize this either than comedic storytelling

She could probably be a standup comedian too, she has some good stories to tell

But Mitsuri is really in her element when when someone else is telling a mildly amusing story

She will just keep adding onto it to somehow make it even more funnier than it was originally intended

Misturi could make an inside joke between you guys too, she is the designated funny friend of the Hashira

I also feel like she sometimes makes self-deprecating jokes, but not on any serious topics

Like she enjoys poking fun at the fact that she's still single

For an example, Mitsuri and Shinobu could be making an order at a restaurant for lunch

By the time Mitsuri finishes her first round of food and hands the dishes to the waiter, she accidentally drops them causing all the plates and bowls to shatter all over the floor

She tries to help clean up but the staff insists that she shouldn't worry about it

Sitting back down with Shinobu, cheeks red from embarrassment, Mitsuri will crack an awkward smile and say "Yeah, this is why I'm still single!"

Obanai Iguro

Obanai is the most sarcastic motherfucker on this list

I feel like his number one policy is "Don't ask me stupid questions"

He's already annoyed like 70% of the time, just don't annoy him even more

But then again...

"Hey Obanai, did you lose this?" "No I was just playing hide and seek with an inanimate object for fun, YES I fucking dropped it"

"You look really tired, are you doing okay?" "Hell yeah, nothing says healthy like eye bags as dark as my hair"

"Can I pet your snake?" "Yeah you just gotta let him nibble you first but don't worry, he's only venomous"

Usually he's kinda rude about it but he does have his nice moments

"Hey Obanai, can you pass me that?" Obanai will just say no but hand and just hand it to you anyways

Some people just don't understand sarcasm all the time and that's when he kinda runs into some trouble

Obanai and Kyojuro were walking to a meeting together, but Obanai had forgotten his jacket AND haori

It was quite chilly outside too, so poor Obanai was shivering while trying to keep Kaburamaru warm

Kyojuro asked Obanai "My friend, winter is coming! Aren't you cold?"

Obanai deadpanned and said "Of course not, I'm just practicing my acting. Glad to see that my shivering is that convincing"

"How interesting! Maybe you should audition for a play at the theatre!"

Obanai's annoyance kept him warm for the rest of the day

Tengen Uzui

Quite an obvious statement, but Tengen’s humor mainly comprises of sex jokes and innuendos

The man has three wives, of course he would find that shit funny

Like he will be in the middle of a meeting, and everyone will line up to receive some gifts from Kagaya

He will say "Come in a straight line, my students"

Tengen will chuckle and say "That's what she said"

Tengen is also the type to be "gay with the homies" and loves to embarrass Sanemi and Obanai by making jokes about being in love or hooking up with them

He chooses specifically those two because it felt awkward to make the jokes to Gyomei

Tengen once spent forty-five minutes explaining to Kyojuro that he didn't actually want to buy him dinner after Kyojuro gave him a genuinely offended look to the highest degree

"How deceitful of you, Tengen"

He pretty much wrote off saying jokes like that to Kyojuro following that incident, but he really can't help himself sometimes

I don't think that Tengen solely has generic innuendos he uses on everyone, he likes testing what SPECIFIC category of sex jokes makes people uncomfortable

Like if Giyu goes to the bathroom, Tengen will saunter up with a finger gun on his chin and ask "Pissing all by yourself, handsome?"

Everyone is throwing their shoes at him

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Of course this sadistic bastard likes slapstick, what we’re you thinking?

He may be good at holding in a laugh, but you can still see that stupid smirk on his face if anyone stumbles

One time Tengen's six foot ass fell face first while running late to a meeting

Sanemi actually struggled to keep his composure that day, he had to bite his lips together to hide the uncontrollable grin on his face

People getting smacked upside the head, tripping others, people getting violently angry, Sanemi loves it all

He refuses to admit that Zenitsu is funny

Now a regular civilian is one thing, but children getting roughed up is another

there was a particular incident where Sanemi had come across some kids swinging on a tree branch near a market he occasionally visited

This week ass branch definitely didn't have the strength to hold up any of those kids

So Sanemi did what any sane person would, and stuck around to watch this disaster happen

Well unfortunately for this one child, the branch snapped mid-swing and fell right on their face

And there was Sanemi, a hand over his stomach from laughing at these dumb kids

He didn't even stop to help them or anything, just calmed down from laughing so hard and walked away to continue shopping

Shinobu Kocho

An absolute queen of insult humor

Even Sanemi can’t beat Shinobu at her best

Do you even think she would stick with the basic ass jokes? Of course not

She can be an absolute menace if she really wants to

Shinobu is just tired of everyone's shit, and she can get even more exhausted from putting on that smile nearly as much as Kyojuro

She just can't keep up

Which brings me to my main point, which is that Shinobu's funny side usually comes out in rants or vents with the people closest to her

She and Mitsuri both express their humor by storytelling, Shinobu's just originates more from anger an annoyance rather than an effort to be entertaining

Regardless of who Shinobu's around, everyone can tell that when she walks through the door with steam coming out of her ears, everyone's gonna be laughing their asses off

As anyone can agree if they've worked in any form of customer service, there are some days where you are so damn close to breaking your cool

When Tengen got placed in the Butterfly Estate's infirmary, Shinobu was actually going to kill a patient instead of saving them for once

Like this man was just demanding shit and teasing his friend left and right, and Aoi had never been so afraid of her mentor in her entire life

Aoi tried to calm her down, "Sticks and stones Shinobu, don't let him get to you!"

Tengen only snickered

Ooooo, she lost her shit

"Sticks and stones may break my bones but PLEASE. FUCK. OFF"

Angy Shinobu is best Shinobu

Kyojuro Rengoku

Look me in the eyes and tell me Kyojuro doesn’t like puns

I know you can't do it

He will howl with laughter nearly every time you tell him a pun

"Hey Kyo, you're never gonna believe it! Remember my friend with a bakery? Well it just burned down!"

At first he'll show genuine concern, politely shouting "How unfortunate!"

"Don't worry about it, his business is toast"

Give him a minute...

"Ahahaha! Good one!"

Not only does he like being told puns, but if he has a good opportunity to tell a well timed pun he will not stop giggling until he tells it

One time you, Tengen, Mitsuri, and Kyojuro were all trying to decide where to eat after a long day of work

At one point Tengen suggested hotpot, even offering to take you all to one that Makio and Suma liked

Kyojuro tried muffling his laughing, but his attention was redirected when you asked him what he thought of the idea

Finally able to cease his giggles, Kyojuro proudly shouted "SOUPER"

It doesn't matter if you find the joke funny or not, Kyojuro's laughter is so contagious that you're dying at the silly pun

What a fucking dork <3

Giyu Tomioka

If there was a form of comedy that’s applicable at any given moment, Giyu would use it on a daily basis

Luckily for him, Giyu discovered it very quicky and refuses to let the tactic go

That's right, Giyu is physically incapable of stopping himself from making a "your mom" joke

Everyone can blame Obanai for that one

Quite literally at any opportunity, Giyu will mutter the phrase under his breath

Unfortunately, because it has become such an unconscious thing for Giyu, this bad habit of his ends up kicking his ass at the worst of times

with all due respect to Giyu's efforts, it just makes him unintentionally funny

in an awkward way

Giyu visited one of his favourite restaurants on his day off, the waiter asked "Is there anything else you would like, sir?" after giving his order

Now Giyu didn't mean it, he really didn't

It just slipped out of his mouth so easily

"Your mom"

Let me tell you, the silence was absolutely deafening

After the two stared at each other in mutual confusion, Giyu just wordlessly left due to the sheer embarrassment and awkwardness he had caused

He tried to go back, truly, Giyu made the effort and walked through the door

But he made uncomfortable eye contact with that same waiter and walked out

He hasn't gone back to that restaurant since ;,)

Gyomei Himijima

I have already established in my Gyomei Headcannons post that Gyomei is the dad friend of the Hashira (go check out that post if you haven’t btw ^^)

So of course he's going to make dad jokes, everyone saw this coming

God forbid you ever complain around him, he will see it as an opportunity (usually)

"Man, I'm really hungry" Gyomei will hand you a bento box and say "Hi hungry, I'm prepared

He is THAT GUY that makes "I haven't seen you since last year!" jokes

Every single year without fail

Shockingly, Gyomei and Kyojuro will bond over their mutual love for super corny jokes

One time while training Genya, Gyomei asked him "Child, what is long and sticky?"

Genya paused his routine to think for a moment, slightly disturbed by the question

"I don't know what you- fresh mochi?" Gyomei shook his head

Genya made a claw gesture with his hands, knowing Gyomei couldn't see it

"No idea, what's long and sticky?"

Gyomei gave a small, sly smile before responding

"A stick, little one"

To be honest, Gyomei's jokes do annoy some of the Hashira whenever he makes them (mainly Shinobu, Obanai and Tengen)

Normally because he's so calm about it

Tengen usually is one to lose his temper over it though

"You really got a joke for about everything, huh?" "Indeed I do, Tengen. I even have one about construction"

Tengen's eye will twitch as he taunts Gyomei "Oh yeah? Well let's hear it then!"

"I'm afraid I can't, my friend. I'm still working on it"

Kyojuro's laugh echoes throughout the meeting as Tengen realizes he most definitely walked into that one

Muichiro Tokito

His sense of humor is weird

That’s all I have, anything that Muichiro finds funny is actually kinda strange

He does this thing where he will go in with a fistbump, but change it to a high five last second

Muichiro can do it the other way around too, but regardless it results in this silly fist-five thing that makes him chuckle

He's a little bit of a devious child so his sense of humor kinda comes from whatever will annoy the other Hashira

Sometimes he will sit in the middle of a meeting and just blow raspberries while spacing out a little

It annoys the fuck out of Sanemi and Obanai because Muichiro's spit gets EVERYWHERE

Even Giyu thinks that kid comes with his own splash zone

He's not one for pranks per say, but he likes reaping a bit of terror amongst the other Hashira

One time Muichiro stole Tengen's red eyeliner one weekend purely for entertainment

the next day when everyone showed up to the meeting, people got to witness a very distressed Tengen

Holding up Sanemi and Obanai midair by the collar of their shirts, Tengen interrogated the both of them where they hid his shockingly expensive liner

Of course no one would suspect the slobbering kid, who was inconspicuously blowing raspberries

Had anyone asked Muichiro if he saw Tengen's liner, Muichiro would turn to the fuming man and giggle

Secretly, Aoi is Muichiro's unknowing accomplice in these scenarios

"Here Aoi, could you hold this for a while?" "Uhh, sure? What is it for?" "Hmm? Oh nothing..."

Don't underestimate this little shit

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Hey y’all! Hope you liked this post, it was such a pleasure to write it ^^

I’m hoping that now I’ll be able to write more for this blog now that I have more time, and I have more posts lined up in the future :)

Ask box and requests are still open, just please read the rules before submitting anything!

[safic4-m]

💙Happy Anniversary

Pairing: Alma Lefay Peregrine x Fem Lector

Author's Note: Request made by MilagrosLucero072, this request was made on Nov 22 and let's just say it took me a little while to do it...*-*.

Number of words: 1579

~Master list~

One-shot

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There were rare occasions when you had to go to town, as usually the house was self-sustaining, but on this occasion you needed to get some things for your anniversary with Alma, the problem was that she had to go with you. Initially you were not in the Peregrine loop, so the locals had not treated you in the most welcoming way and to avoid incidents like that, Alma would accompany you every time you went to town.

-You don't have to do this,- you tell the woman, putting an arm around her back.

-I don't want a repeat of what happened last time,- giving you a smile.

To put them in context, the last time you tried to leave without Soul, you decided to use your peculiarity, which is similar to Millard's, instead you can do it at will, only someone saw you and well... nothing good came out of it. You could say that many people died that day because of what happened.

You stop in front of a store and ask Alma to stay outside, a few weeks ago you had sneaked out during the night to look for a worthy gift for the ymbryne, then you found it, a beautiful pocket watch.

-Good morning,- you greet the old man behind the bar.

-Good morning miss, how can I help you,- he asks kindly.

-I would like to buy the pocket watch,- you answer pointing to the one you want.

The man hesitates a little before following your request.

-May I know who is the lucky man who deserves something like this?- he asks packing the object.

-It's for my wife,- taking the small box and handing him the exact money for the watch.

You leave the store leaving behind a man quite surprised by your confession and finding your beloved.

-Do you have what you needed?

-I do.- Showing a wide smile

-Okay, then we can go back to the house,- placing his hand on your lower back.

-I thought we could go to the bakery,- you suggest, knowing that the children needed more time.

-I'm fine with that,- starting to walk towards the store.

Once there, you meet the woman who runs the bakery, but you regret your decision when you realize who is there.

-Good morning Miss Peregrine,- greets the man with a flirtatious smile.

-Good morning,- replies the ymbryne, offering him a smile.

-Who are you?- asks the man with disgust.

-Y/n is a friend who came to visit us,- answers Alma being polite.

-Иди на хуй, идиотка, она моя -(fuck you asshole she's mine).

-What's that?

-Says it's nice to meet you- elbowing you in the ribs.

They come out with bread in their hands and Alma confronts you about what happened inside.

-I hate that I can't show openly how I feel because outside the house, then no one knows we are married and they think you are available. -You think I don't want to do it too, that it doesn't hurt me not to be able to kiss you in public, I wish our time was like that about us- taking your hand to go back home

- - - -

The children had tidied up the house while they were away to celebrate their anniversary and honestly the day had gone by pretty fast, Peregrine loved your gift exchanging her old pocket watch for the one you gave her, but there was still one last gift that could only be given in the privacy of her room.

-Y/n...Where have you been?- the ymbryne asks the air as she enters her shared room.

Suddenly a pair of arms encircle the woman's body, taking her a little by surprise.

-Here I am,- you say, resting your head on her shoulder.

-I was looking for you while I put the children to bed,- turning around in your arms to face you.

-I was preparing something,- carefully taking her face and placing a chaste kiss on her lips.

-What is it, may I ask?- with his hands snaking inside your open shirt.

-Come with me,- leading her into the bathroom where the bathtub is ready with some candles and bath salts.

-This is perfect,- she says with a smile as you help them take off their clothes.

Alma gets into the bathtub and sits on one side of it to watch your every move while you take off your clothes, until you are completely naked and get comfortable behind her.

-This feels good,- Peregrine says with a moan as she settles herself on your body.

-You deserve the best, honey,- leaving a kiss on her shoulder.

You start washing her hair, massaging her scalp, after having kept that hairstyle all day, you continue with her back, massaging the pressure points, receiving a moan in return.

-You've been so stressed lately,- you say in her ear, seeing her close her eyes.

-Mmmhhh,- she lets go, taking your hand that is on her waist.

-Every day you do your best to take care of the children,- intertwining your fingers with hers.

Your other hand begins to roam her body, every curve, birthmark, scars that represent her battles.

-Let me take care of you sweetheart,- planting a kiss on her shoulder.

-Please..,- she says, releasing your hand and guiding it to her legs.

Her breath catches as your fingers find her core, you comb her hair back with your other hand to leave a kiss on the nape of her neck. Alma couldn't help but move her hips forward to meet your touch, her breath caught as you began to slowly and gently circle her clit.

-Do you like it?

Another moan was her only response, ending with a sharp inhale as you slid two fingers inside her, making you swallow a moan at how tight and warm she was.

-You're doing great,- you breathed, leaving a kiss on her shoulder.

Her hips began to roll to assist and guide your movements.

At one point Alma let out a noise that started as a moan and ended in a sob. Moving her hips harder and faster, dropping her head on your shoulder.

-Y/n...

You pushed another finger inside, pulling another moan from Alma, she was breathing fast in your ear, clinging to the sides of the tub

-You look so beautiful like that honey- murmuring in her ear making her come undone.

You pushed your fingers deeper as she squeezed them and her body arched against yours, stealing your breath. Your teeth sank into her lower lip and drawing a little blood.

You helped her down from her height, whispering words of love in her ear, splashing kisses on the skin you reach.

-What do you say we take this to bed?,- Peregrine asks, turning to look at you

-Okay, the water's getting cold anyway,- helping Alma out of the tub.

As soon as you finish drying your body, you have Alma on top of you claiming your lips in a kiss full of passion, you take her face while you savor Alma swallowing a moan from her, while you move both of them to get to the bed.

Pushing Peregrine onto the bed, staying there for a moment to admire the woman you had decided to share your life with.

-What?

-You're fucking beautiful

The ymbryne was very particular about vocabulary, but in the bedroom things were different. You dreadlocks down Alma's body splashing kisses your way until you settled between her legs, making her move her hips instinctively towards you.

You left a kiss on her belly and pushed her hips down.

-I've got you

Rubbing slow, lazy circles with your thumb over her clit, little sighs came from the ymbryne trying to keep as quiet as possible, after a few moments, you pressed your thumbtip firmly over her center, making her squirm beneath you.

You slid the pads of two fingers up and down her center, between her folds, teasing her entrance.

-Stop teasing,- she reproaches, looking at you angrily.

You can't help but laugh at her words and turn away from her completely.

-I have to remind you who's in charge, sweetheart,- taking her jaw to look at you.

There were no words to describe how much Peregrine loved it when you were dominant with her, for a woman who was in charge of a house full of children, being in charge in the bedroom was not something she wanted to do.

-No,- you reply, pulling her thigh together to get some relief.

-Good girl- caressing her cheek lovingly.

After returning to your place between her legs, you teased her some more, you slowly pushed two fingers inside her and curved them. The sounds coming out of her mouth were heavenly, a sound that very few people had the joy of hearing.

You kissed and nibbled the inside of her thighs, a hand in your hair guided you to where she needed you most.

Your tongue begins to lick her moist folds as you gaze into her eyes, though your view is blocked repeatedly every few seconds by her rapidly rising and falling chest.

-Fuck...- she sighs as you speed up the rhythm of your tongue.

-Please... don't stop,- she begs, wiggling her hips.

You could feel her walls tighten around your fingers and you knew it wouldn't take long for her to cum, her back arches at the amount of pleasure she is receiving, her knuckles turn white from the tight grip they have on the sheets as she is pounded by her orgasm.

When Alma caught her breath again, her cheeks were turning a beautiful pink color as you took care of wiping away every last drop of her juices.

-Here, honey,- handing her a glass of water found on the bedside table.

-Thank you,- patting the spot next to her.

She immediately snuggled up to you with a sigh of contentment, with a little giggle you planted a kiss in her hair.

-Happy Anniversary

[pullingheavendown]

TWs up and down this one for CSA. I'm just putting pieces together in that only semi-coherent way of mine.

My grandma lives in a different world than I do. I think that's what sends me slowly dissolving into the acid vats of my own brain whenever we try to talk: I can't keep up with her version of the world.

Most of the kids I grew up with are dead.

I did not grow up in a good neighbourhood. On the surface, maybe: a lot of well-kept front yards, which is all my grandma cared about. What would the neighbours think was a common refrain. What would they think if they could hear us all screaming, banging heads into drywall, slamming closets open and closed trying to find the kids hiding behind the coats or the furnace.

I remember my mom turning that line on me one day and going outside, standing on the front lawn, and finally screaming and ranting so that all the neighbours would see and hear and know. No one cared, was the point I was trying to make, because all of them were just as dysfunctional inside as we were. And no one did care.

But every home on that crescent was festering. My grandma speaks so highly of the families she remembers as friends. R and B's dad, for instance, she'll say was such a nice and kind man. Always letting us neighbourhood kids use his hot tub. Change in his home. Encouraging us to come over if we were upset. Had the best toys in his basement for us to play with. Whole video camera array.

You can see where I'm going with this.

B killed himself. R disappeared.

Or J1 and J2's dad. Kind man, she'll say. Police officer. Just such a shame how his kids turned out -- J1 overdosed, died. J2 doesn't talk to her family anymore (but we're friends on Facebook). She did say after her brother overdosed that she blamed her dad for sexually abusing both his kids, and that's what drove her brother to use drugs in the first place.

J1 ran around with a group of friends who would invite me over sometimes. Mostly older boys. You can, again, see where I am going with this.

Whole fucking crescent and neighbourhood of child abuse, or child-on-child abuse as it trickled down, spread out among us.

My grandma will talk about what good parents everyone was on that street, and how horrible all the kids were. How we all acted like wild dogs, or acted out, or were so terribly ungrateful for everything we had. Every time she starts, I can feel some door in the back of my head start to open and some part of me slips through it. Inevitably she will turn the topic back to our family specifically. How my cousins are just fucked up, lazy addicts; how my biodad was a good person at his core. He always bought me the nicest gifts. How could I not have been happy. And my stepdad? Who even assaulted her once, for the record, a factoid she'll trot out when she wants to save face sometimes, an oh why can't you just get over it, I did. Or, sometimes: it meant I was still pretty! Be flattered.

And that door swings open in my head and what pours out of it is understanding and compliance. The same way I felt when I was living it, that oh, sure, this is not so bad, the adults around me don't think this is bad, so this must be fine, these feelings are fine, this is how I am supposed to feel.

But it can't take over anymore. I won't let it. The things I've heard my therapist say often ricochet around when she visits: that is, objectively, torturing a child.

What they did to you, what they taught you to believe, was strategic and intentional.

If you ever told me that you'd taken a hit out on your dad, I would not tell anyone.

I wish I had personally been the one to shove my stepdad off a building. That is what I keep coming back to when my grandma gets like this: they were such good people in her world, and I want to hurt them for their role in mine. Problem child, me.

I'm trying to noodle around in this mess of memory and emotion in the hopes of excavating some kind of clarity, but I don't even really know what I feel. I'm not sad about it. I'm always angry about it, but I'm not really angry, either. It feels like I'm examining a piece in a museum, trying to work out what this thing I just looked at evoked, and there's just a hollow kind of nothing instead of anything.

Some part of it's pity. Like: they were not good people, and I'm sorry she cannot accept that or see it for what it is. Her denial enabled a lot of horrible things that happened to the people around her. I don't wish she felt guilty, I just wish she was capable of that insight in the first place.

It's fine, really. She's fine. She means well. I don't wish harm on her. Just everyone she defends.

I think, because if she were capable of that level of insight, we might actually be able to co-exist on the same plane for once. Wouldn't that be nice. Wouldn't being capable of that level of connection with someone, anyone, be fucking nice, where I could say I am just this fucked up, and I do wish frank, abject harm on people who have done much worse to others, and to be unapologetic and open about where I have come from. What I have done.

And instead I just have to slip outside my own head a little bit and smile and say "sure." Sift through the stream in my head and pan for... what, gold? Nuggets of insight? Glimmers of emotional truth?

Something that isn't smoke and mirrors and bullshit for once so I can just fucking talk about it, I guess.

I don't really know how else to manage the guilt of surviving that place or outliving my friends, except to tell the truth about what happened to them.

[polyamwitchymom]

My personal beliefs on the matter of divinity

(this is a long post, if you want me to get to my point, scroll down for the purple text)

I grew up in the Bible belt, both my parents were/are members of the RLDS church (Reorganized Church of the Latter-Day Saints, or as I like to call it: diet Mormonism or Mormon lite), and when we weren't attending the RLDS church, we were going to a Baptist church. My parents homeschooled me and closely monitored who I made friends with. I grew up with a narrow, but common belief that big G is up in heaven, watching and knowing everything that happens and will happen, is all powerful but uses his power sparingly, has strict rules for how he wants humans to be, and requires sacrifice of some type to be appeased (in this case, Jesus was the sacrifice, but before him, they made animal sacrifices, and at one point God asked for a child sacrifice as a test).

But all of that was ok, because there was God in the flesh as Jesus. And to be fair, Jesus seemed like a pretty cool guy, he seemed to care less about The Rules, and more about people loving one another. And then Jesus brutally died because humans are evil and the only way God could tolerate us is if someone died.

While I was told that God is perfect, I kept seeing him contradict himself and act very... "Human" like (angry, jealous, needing praise, being violent, etc). I was told that there was no way to truly comprehend him, but also that he made himself comprehensible to us/he was now comprehensible to us because of the first sin (eating fruit from the forbidden tree, gaining knowledge of good and evil).

As I got older, other beliefs intrigued me, and I had plenty of experiences that the "Spiritual Leaders" around me either dismissed or just had no explanation for, along with feeling like I was evil for having same-sex attraction. I eventually delved into polytheism, at first believing that the Christian god is not real and never was, to then believing that he is real and is just a dick. Sure, there were other gods that were dicks too, but at least they didn't claim to be perfect like he did. But then I did research as to how monotheism came about and learned that the Christian god is most likely two gods that got morphed into one over time and tradition.

So where do I stand now on Divinity, gods, goddesses, monotheism, and polytheism?

Pardon me for how woo-woo this is about to get, but:

-Divinity, The Creator, "God", whatever you want to call it, I believe it is within all things. It is life itself. It is what animates us. A fragment of Divinity is inside you and me and is what is commonly known as a "soul."

-Divinity is also within the gods, spirits, etc., perhaps to some greater extent than us, even.

-The main source of Divinity is somewhere outside of all time and all space, and can hardly be comprehended as a person. It creates infinitely, and sends itself into its creations to experience it.

-Does it love? Does it have morals? Look around you. If you've been paying attention you've surely noticed by now that there is no One Human Experience. That even among our own species, so much can vary- from morals, sexuality, culture, empathy, wants, and needs to circumstances we were born into and what we choose to do with the gift of life. No, I don't think it truly has any morality or love, or at least any that I can comprehend. I think it's main objective/need is to experience all things.

Do I worship this thing? Well, no... Not exactly. But also, in a way, yes. I occasionally work with and devote myself to various gods and goddesses. I believe life is sacred and should be preserved. I give other humans respect, and in some ways love all humans for having the gift of existence. I do my best to take care of myself and learn so I can better myself and those around me. I don't directly worship this source of existence, but I respect existence itself as it is in all things.

I'm sure I'm not the only one who has thought of all of this, but I've not heard anyone talk about the same thing and so I don't know what to call it. It seems kinda New-Age-y but not quite because I've not heard it expressed the same way. The closest I've heard is "You are the universe experiencing itself" which sums this up well but lacks nuance. Does anyone else believe this/know what this line of belief is called?

[theadventurerslog]

Sam & Max Hit the Road | Part 4

The Adventurer's Log

In which smooth progress is made and wow that feels good. After last time's mess upon mess it was time to start with exploring the Mystery Vortex and after that a chance with a Star.

It got weird pretty much immediately. The characters would shrink and grow as I moved around. Random stuff around, different sized doors, a wacky mirror, floating objects, the works.

I briefly checked out the mirror and got sucked into a cave with giant magnets.

I wanted to explore the main floor first though, so I didn't stick around.

The different doors: any time I got near one I'd be the wrong size to enter--either too big for tiny doors, or too small for big doors. There was an open route I could take though that took me too...

That's right: the gift shop! You can't have a tourist trap without a gift shop, right? Sorry, an upside down gift shop.

I found they'd had a Bigfoot here too, but he'd disappeared too. Quite the trend here. I did get more Bigfoot hair though.

With that taken care of I went back to the magnet room and found three and they each had a lever. Turning one on made it glow with a colour. There was red, blue and yellow and the colours could be mixed. I tried some and poked back out to see if anything changed in the place or outside where I parked the car. Nothing, but then it hit me that each of the doors were a different colour. I tried lighting the red one and sure enough I was able to enter the red door without being warped into the wrong size.

Most of the doors just had a silly fun comment, so of course worth doing, but the white door was my answer and I found Shuv-Oohl at last.

He and Bruno go way back apparently and he said he always felt a special kinship with Bigfoots.

Now, here is where all my bumbling before actually helped as I had solved a couple things ahead of time. Shuv-Oohl did some psychic mojo and saw Frog Rock, a place between Mount Badrich and the World's Largest Stump. As I'd already fixed the binoculars I knew those locations already.

However, he claimed he couldn't concentrate as well anymore since losing his mood ring. Aha!

Straight up telling me he lost it in the biggest ball of twine. In all caps. Just rubbing salt in the wound. I found it all on my own thank you kindly. I mean, accidentally as I wasn't looking for it specifically, but still! It saved me a back and forth trip anyway.

In return for the mood ring he told me to spread the hair of three bigfoots over Frog Rock then to sprinkle some mole man powder over that and gave me some said powder. I don't want to know what that is.

Yay for prematurely solving things! I took off after doing another check around hoping like hell I wasn't missing anything again, and headed straight back to the Ball of Twine (again) and with the repaired binoculars quickly found Frog Rock.

It was a very disappointingly normal looking boulder. I feel Sam and Max's disappointment too. Max wanted his money back. No money paid, but it's the principle of the thing.

I did as instructed and things got weird.

The stars came out... rather pretty really!

It did not make the rock look any more like a frog.

And then a UFO showed up as one does, and another moleman popped out and sucked up the bigfoot offerings.

All the stars whooshed around to converge into a mysteeeerious message:

"Go to Bumpusville". It sure does mean something, Max.

It means a new location on the map!

Off to Bumpusville! It's as tacky as it sounds!

There wasn't too much outside, but there was a wishing well that had a couple gags.

I finished the game! ...or not. Fine, Sam, fine. I also got a wish to read Max's thoughts.

It was most enlightening.

Inside the mansion was even worse. Tacky at its tackiest. I can't quite do what happens here justice, both silly and twisted and some things are better experienced yourself. So, hey get the game! Anyway:

Off to a great start with both a cardboard cutout of Bumpus that when examined has a recorded welcome message that also warns you not to touch anything. Then of course there's the giant Bumpus paining in the middle of the wall to greet you when you walk in. Delightful.

Some choice records:

Such as "Two-Fisted, Beer-Drinkin', Gun-Totin', Hard-Lovin' Fast-Drivin', Country Western Liverpudlian." or "Broken-Hearted Roadkill on the Highway of Romance." And such. There's also a cleaning robot that goes to different parts of the mansion.

The fun don't stop there. In further exploring I found paintings and trophies and the guy does like his taxidermy... I looked at a portrait of John Muir. Max wondered who that was and the, well the taxidermied animal heads were happy to oblige at least in Max's world; Sam remained oblivious.

Nothing like some dead animals to sing/recite a poem to educate you! I'm glad this game is voice acted. I want to be clear I mean that genuinely. It just got better from here.

Anyway, naturally, I took the portrait. Then carried on to Conroy's recording studio area. I, well, I got treated to a one song show.

And I found Trixie and Bruno imprisoned to be his accompaniment here while getting zapped because he's terrible. In more ways than one.

I can't find a clip for just this part but I can link to the song for your listening pleasure.

I wish I had recorded a clip myself but obviously I didn't know it was coming and then I was too preoccupied with what just happened to think of reloading a save. Anyhoo...enjoy? I certainly did. I love a performance in a game, even terrible ones.

With his oh so hard act of being a country western star with a menagerie of the odd finished he took off, a laser trip wire went up and there was a place to use a key to disarm it. Obviously I tripped the wire. His henchman came and threw us out.

Being a game where you can't hit a dead-end I waltzed back in and continued the exploration. I found said henchman, Lee Harvey, and a virtual reality contraption that he used for security and his own fun it seemed.

I didn't have much to do here yet, but clearly needed a way to get Lee Harvey out so I could use the VR.

I had one room left that was clearly Bumpus' room. There was a monster truck bed with an escalator taking you to the mattress because tacky. There was also Conrad's toupee that on trying to take it got me thrown out again. I did a bit of hemming and hawing. I figured I'd need some way to distract Lee Harvey so I could use the VR and from there profit. I thought maybe I could set some kind of trap in Bumpus' room. So I searched around there again for anything useful and found the manual for the cleaning droid in the top bookshelf and just needed to get it down. The golf ball retriever and hand combo came in handy.

Sam did some education. Max took an I'm sure needed nap that had nothing to do with the book getting dropped on him whatsoever, nope. He's fine.

And then I was able to do some maintenance on the droid and rewire it to clean the studio room. Of course there was an easter egg as well.

"Help me Sam and Max, you're my only hope!"

It wouldn't be a LucasArts game without a Star Wars reference somewhere in there, would it?

Thanks to the droids reprogramming it went off to the studio and tripped the laser causing Lee Harvey to go see what was going on and freeing me to check out that VR headset.

I got to fight and win against a dragon and like any good game enemy it had loot and dropped a key for the security device. We don't question how a key in virtual reality carries over the to the real world. Just take the win. Lee Harvey came back and we skedaddled. Nothing to see here.

I was able to get that trip wire disabled and free Bruno and Trixie at last!

Sam was feeling conflicted about taking them back to the circus. Max...didn't care and was ready to go. However, it was all irrelevant as Bruno and Trixie were not willing to go. They were already running late to a party at Evelyn Morrison's Savage Jungle Inn. New location again!

Off they went and off we went. Savage Jungle Inn time.

I went inside to find the lobby, a sasquatch bouncer and Evelyn Morrison herself, B-movie star.

I found out from her that Bumpus had been here but she'd had him ejected some hours previously for harassing her guests. I suddenly like her more. She also gave me some travel brochures that opened two more locations.

I couldn't get into the party area. Only sasquatches and their dates are allowed in.

I tried using the stiltwalker's costume thinking I could at least get the height of a bigfoot and got laughed at.

He may not be impressed but I'm guessing I'm on the right track and that I just need to spruce this costume up. For now I figured it was time to go.

I headed back out to a full-looking map!

So I have dinosaur and vegetable places next. Given the fullness of the map I suspect I'm nearing the end here. Though how long everything will take in those locations and where else I may have to return to is the big question.

One more post? Two more posts? Will I get hopelessly stuck again due to simply not seeing a thing again? Will Conrad Bumpus come cause more trouble for me and the Bigfoots? The latter seems a certainty. Exciting times to come!

[enigmaticcattic]

I lowkey want them to love hating each other and hate loving each other. Especially in Death's case.

Imagine being so old and having seen pretty much everything the world has to offer. And you can't necessarily be a part of that world in the sense that your duty is to exist outside it and maintain its stability when it comes to the dead and dying.

Then you happen across someone who not only can escape your grasp, but meets you so damn often that you know everything about him now (against your will). You despise this guy with every fiber of your being, which is saying a lot because you don't actually have the physical kind of fibers. You want to strangle him, mutilate him, tear him open to see if there is a shred of decency left in this disgusting creature who calls itself a "hero". But you know if you do it will bring him right back to you and then he'll just get back up and move on with his infinite lives and learn absolutely nothing.

Then eventually, after knowing each other long enough and realizing he's not going anywhere, and most likely never will, you decide you can afford to toy with him, make his eternity with you just a bit more unbearable if you can help it. But then he retaliates and hits you with his own annoying little tricks, barely escaping you, teasing you, then making a mad dash in the other direction. This goes on for who knows how long until you realize, uh-oh, you enjoy this now. This little game you play. You can't stand the thought of it but...you actually have started to like having him around. You wonder if you prey feels any similar emotions. But you don't dare inquire about it to him. Instead, you let it fester, leaving it to rot and corrode you inside about how much you would miss this presence, the only constant in your so called "life".

One day, he makes a mistake, and enrages you so badly that before you know it you're upon him, glaring down into his green emerald eyes, seeing your own crimson ones reflected back, and you're so angry and infuriated at this little bastard that you kiss him-

...wait what?

You made a mistake. You've ruined it. Ruined everything that you've built up between the two of you so far, the distance you tried so hard to maintain between yourself and the world you watch over- but then he kisses you back, and then it's like suddenly the fog cleared up. He allows you access to him, pulling you closer and digging into your muzzle with his claws as you cage him against the surface you're on with your large body.

Suddenly there's a change. You are seeing him more now. He doesn't need to summon you like before, now you just come back to him over and over again, like a puppy to its owner. How strange it is, how the tables seem to be turning. You cannot tell who is tied to who anymore. Perhaps every answer is true. He is engaging with danger less and less, treating his life as less than a toy now and more of a precious jewel that needs to be kept safe. You'll take partial responsibility for that. He doesn't like how you tease and abuse him when he slips up and loses another life. But when he is good, he loves how good you are to him. The way you hold him closely when you two are in bed, the way you always think of him, and bring him gifts and tell him stories from your travels to many far places. Though, does it really count as travel when you are, in essence, everywhere all at the same time?

Until one day, devastation strikes, as it often does in this world. There is a need for heroes, old, young, new and experienced, to help. This happens all the time, you reason. There's no reason he would consider it, right? After all he had you. And you two were the best things to happen to each other. He shouldn't want- shouldn't need to go. The world will be fine without him to save it. But he does need to go, he argues, and there is instantly a rift. Things are said, objects are broken, bones are nearly broken...but not yours. The tension was so thick you could bite into it. Until he got up and packed his things, not even bothering to answer your questions, like how the hell's he gonna get food, money, what the people he'll be adventuring with will be like, what the evil he's going to fight will do to a little gatito like him. He doesn't care what the answers to any of those are, truthfully. All he cares about is everyone else but you now, and escaping from where you've tried to keep him once again. All the rage, frustration, and deep sorrow makes you shout, curse, growl, and all the more show him how unwelcome he is with you from now on. How ill received he'll be once he inevitably gets himself murdered.

Once he is gone, and you've well distanced yourself from what you once called a "home" with him, you're back to normal, almost. Back to the old routine and maintenance of the world. You are an observer, an outsider, not a part of all of this mess beneath you. How foolish of you, falling in love with an egotistical maniac, who would drop you as soon as you threatened his gloriously and sickeningly indulgent way of life. You can go back now. And pretend you never met him. Things are exactly as they should be...so why are you deeply upset?

Do you kiss it? Miss him? The one who caused all of this? Who made you this way? You never would have become so sick and emotional if it weren't for him. You never would have become so pathetic and attached if it weren't for him. You were the ultimate, horrifying truth for all creatures, and he made a mockery out of you just by being himself. You should be glad you saw him for what he really was before things got too...serious. You've had your fun, but now you see exactly what you won't miss and you're going permanently back on duty. Forever.

Then just when you think you've got all of that sorted out, you have to collect souls of heroes. Heroes like him. From the adventuring party. You surprise yourself by how quickly you come to collect the startled souls, who had not yet even registered what had changed about themselves. Where is he, you demand to know. They tremble in fear as they ask who you're referring to.

P U S S

They hurriedly point to the feline in question. He was fighting like a beast, blocking his opponents' thrusts with his rapier and before they could counterstrike he'd slash their stomachs open and move onto the next horde. Watching him fight and endure such pains always seemed so enthralling to you, but in this context now it was like watching your pet guppy battle against shiver of sharks. You wanted to show yourself, to go savage on the enemies until nothing solid stood against your fearless hero, then take him back home where you'll never let him go. But then you notice as an enemy gets dangerously close, and slashes at him, he who is known for taking blow after hit knowing it will have no true effect on him in the grand scheme is actually dodging now. And unfortunately, it does not take long to figure out why. He does not want to see you.

He hates how you two parted, and now he hates you. And is actually doing everything he can to avoid meeting you again. Oh, the irony of it all. At the beginning, when you and him we not yet 'you and him', you would have loved this, seeing him no longer being careless with his body and his life. But not like this, not for the reason that you know he's doing it for.

You start to fall into a pit of despair, but just then an unlucky blow from behind makes your hero fall to his knees. The enemies waste no time in ganging up on him, and then soon they leave a pile of orange fur, filthy with dirt and blood, laying motionless on the ground.

Once again, after such a long time you are face to face with your favorite fearless hero, and not for the first time, he is not very happy to see you. But for the first time, you can't help feeling a little glad this happened. That he has been brought before you once more after thinking nothing bad would happen to him.

You encourage him to see the truth. That what he's doing here means nothing to the heroes with him, to the townspeople he's supposedly saving, and to the enemies he's been called to fight. There will always be more heroes, towns, and enemies, so why bother with all of them? The world is moving on without them both, simply onlookers over the sidelines as time passes. What on earth is he doing trying to be so much for them when they don't even know him? A hero, a comrad, a villain- none of those things will matter in 100 years time. Except, of course, for you. You will always be the number 1 constant in his life, no matter what, and that's the cold, hard truth. And they had a good thing going, did they not? Didn't he love you, in someway, somehow? So why is he trying so hard to run away? Why would he want to be anything else than yours?

You ask him, finally, why do you seek the applause, approval, and comfort of seemingly everyone else- but you? Why do you offer yourself to the world without expecting the world to do half as much?

He does not answer you at first. He looks down at the ground, thinking things over. He was never good at thinking very deeply about things, he preferred to be upfront about life. Bold, brash, and confident were all him. Deep in thought, quietly considering his words and how he would say them was very unlike him. Then, he said the worst thing he could have possibly said to you, four deeply upsetting words that you wish you could make him take back:

"It is my nature."

That was not right. This was not nature. You were nature. You were an absolute, an unstoppable force. This was madness, stupidity, and sheer audacity wrapped up in a pretty little body and named Puss in Boots, gifted directly to you over and over again then wrenched from your grasp any time you got close to understanding just what the hell was wrong with him. Oh how you couldn't stand it, couldn't stand him, but couldn't stand to have him be like this.

You threatened him. That if he came back this time, you'd take him home, tied him up in a chair, and never let him leave again. You'd lock the door and throw away the key, so no one but him could enter. He'd stay there until he finally forgot all about this foolishness and became better, and gave up the vigilante life once and for all. It didn't work. He puffed up his chest, fur raising, teeth bared, and dared you to stop him from helping people. Dared him to quit putting others before himself, even if it was all for his own ego. He was here, now, and by god he was going to save lives and reap the rewards whether you liked it or not. You did not own him. He did not belong to you.

You wanted to protest, to object so heavily to it, but you didn't. In fact, you couldn't, because he was right. The truth was that he would never be yours. He would never belong to anything, anywhere. He was himself, and would be that way for the rest of time. He existed outside of things, and was no longer tied to you or any of the other mortal truths. It seems the roles have switched between you two. You thought that he was prey, that he was running from you again and again to escape your ever so approaching embrace. But no, you were the one who had been caught, and rather than chase, you follow him wherever he leads you, loyal as a dog, and as blindly and naively as a sheep. There was nothing you could do about how he's changed you now.

You were utterly, hopelessly in love, and it has ruined your happiness.

You will try to tempt him, you say. You'll fight with him, capture him if necessary, but more often than not you will do your damnest to make him want you, to make him change out of will, out of desire to be better for you and your future together. One day, you promise, you will keep him for good, and he'll thank you for it.

He smiles, and beckons you close to him. So you kneel down and lean your head further until he can hold your face in his soft, tiny paws. One day, he promises, caressing your cold, coarse fur. But it's not today. He has to continue being a hero today. He kisses you softly, and you kiss him in turn, savoring the taste of his warm lips. When he pulls back far too soon for your liking, he nods towards his body, and walks over towards it, knowing that you will follow him.

He is covered in blood still, but has regenerated just fine. He looks up at you, smiles knowingly, and reoccupies his body again. Once he opens his eyes, he grabs his rapier, jumps up, and runs back into the fray. And you watch him, as your favorite, fearless, immortal hero goes back to the life of danger he knows and loves, hoping that he'll be back soon so you can have him to yourself again.

H

Has anyone made a Death x Puss AU fic

Where Puss is secretly immortal and has infinite lives

And will spend the rest of eternity as an adventure seeking vigilante who will always evade death by nature of his existence

Because Death always comes for him

He will always catch him eventually when he is not careful

But Death will never be able to keep him

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

how about some MORE milf and sunny/moon, pretty please? :3c

YEP, PART THREE IS H E R E BITCHES???

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't know a lot about women, but-"

"EXACTLY! It's why OUR opinion is important!"

Sunnydrop was out of the daycare for once, for the sake of being in the kitchen. Why? Because he had another date planned tonight, and he wanted to make sure it was super duper special. So he asked the only women he knew what to do to impress her. It's why he was piling a bunch of stuff onto a pizza, since women liked that apparently. Chica looked over at his work, humming for a moment. He was having fun with his friends, but he was running on pure nerves at this point, and it seemed to translate into both his movements, and his cooking.

"What? Is it bad? Is it awful? Oh no no no did I mess this up-"

"Easy, Sunny! It just needs more cheese. Cheese fixes everything."

He watched her dump an entire bag of cheese onto his pizza, and it reminded him of very heavy handed kids with glitter. It was fairly monstrous, Chica had to help him put it in the oven. Which they actually needed Moon's help to turn on, despite his objections (Chica knew about pizza, but Moon was the only machine that could technically be considered 'an adult' around here. Him and Freddy, but he had turned in for the night). 

"Okay so. How long does this take?"

"I mean I'd eat it now, so I'm probably the last one to ask."

Right. She ate garbage. Literally. He started to frantically clean in here, as a means to try to curb his nerves.

"I r-really appreciate the help, Chica. I want tonight to be perfect, just like her."

"Aww, Sunny, you really-"

"Only bitch here is perfect, and that's ME."

They both jumped when the door was kicked open. Roxy. He jumped up, arms up in almost celebration.

"Roxy! You came! I thought you'd be too busy!"

"This isn't my thing, but I'm just that great. NOW. What do we have planned for operation 'fuck milf'?"

"W-who decided that plan name?!"

"Monty. It was just a joke but it kinda stuck. Anyway, details, both of you."

Chica gestured to the oven, pumped as all hell.

"Pizza!"

"Pizza. Your plan to woo a woman, is pizza."

Sunny cowered a little bit, confused.

"Do...do women not like pizza?"

Roxy stammered, trying to find some logic here, but found none. Instead, she opened her stomach hatch, pulling out a backpack.

"You're so lucky I brought you a goody bag. Trust me, she'll LOVE this."

"Oh!! You brought stuff for her? Oh Roxy you're the absolute best of the best!"

Roxy flipped her hair, rather dramatically.

"I know. Now, open it up, take a look!"

He opened the little backpack, and cocked his head as he pulled out a Roxy plush.

"It's. You?"

"Duh! It's ALL my merch! It's usually an arm and a leg, especially for the golden version of my plush, but you sounded like you REALLY liked her, so I thought I'd save the day."

Sunny jumped in place, buzzing like a honeybee.

"Oh! That's so nice of you! Roxy this is GREAT! Oh the kiddos would've loved this, surely she will too!"

"We talking about the smoking hot milf Sunny is banging?"

Monty poked his head into the kitchen, clearly interested. Sunny stomped his foot.

"Hey! Language! I want none of that when she gets here!"

Monty helped himself inside the kitchen, some of his own merch in his hands.

"Alright alright- Roxy was just telling me about the gifts, figured I'd add to the pile."

Roxy shoved him with his shoulder, baring his teeth at him.

"There's no room in the bag for your crap, Monty."

"Well take out all the garbage and MAKE room."

They glared at each other, and just when Sunny thought he'd have to break up the fight, a voice cut through, all the way from outside.

"Sunny! I'm here!"

Thankfully the nightguard loved naps as much as he liked not doing his job. He panicked for a moment, jingling as he scrambled.

"One second dewdrop! I have something for you! Just wait right there!"

There was a scramble, from Chica trying to help with the pizza, to trying to make sure Monty wasn't going to pounce on Roxy, it was two minutes that felt like two years. He walked out of the kitchen, pizza box In one hand, and the stuffed backpack over his shoulder. He met her just outside the kitchen, and holy COW did she look pretty, as ever. She smiled at him, clearly amused by his nervous energy.

"Sunny, honey, you okay?"

"Y-yeah, just. You know. Cleaning. I uh, got you a few gifts!"

She was about to say she'd open them once they got settled in daycare, but he was already opening the backpack, so she relented. She pulled out Roxxane's patterned sweater, 'awwing' as she tried to see if it was her size.

"Aw! I always wanted to get this sweater! How did you know I absolutely love Roxy?"

Sunny tried not to look at his friends, who were curiously watching the scene unfold, simultaneously trying to hide behind the counters. He could tell her tail was wagging, even from here. He chuckled.

"I uh. Had a guess. It looks nice on you."

"Thank you. That's sweet, that you remembered my second favorite character. Next to you, of course."

She hugged his arm, and he tried not to melt on the spot. Even when he noticed Monty pulling Roxy back (Roxy hated NOT being the 1st anything really), he was putty for her. She gasped as she looked into the bag, pulling out another sweater. 

"Oh my god- you got Tyler a Monty sweater! It's just his size and I haven't been able to get one, oh Sunny! You shouldn't have!"

She dove in for a full hug, arms wrapped around his frame and her head pressed against his chest. Oh she was so warm, and she smelled like peaches and honey, and everything right in the world. He returned the thumbs up Monty was giving him (albeit kinda awkwardly), patting the small of her back. 

"I love ya! And I love Tyler! He's such a great kid. And so LUCKY! He gets to be around you ALL the time!"

Oh the way she looked at him. Her face so soft and her smile so warm- if he had a physical heart, it'd be pounding in his chest.

"You're the best, Sunny. Next time you get us stuff though, throw your stuff in there, yeah? None of this is better than having more of you~"

He watched from the corner of his eye, Monty having to not only pull her away from the desk, but slam her on the ground, in order to avoid being seen. She seemed to notice it too, quickly turning around to see what the sound was.

"What was that?"

"Oh, probably just some cleaning drones and what have you, this place never really stays quiet-lets get going! I have something super special planned for you!"

He carefully put his hand at her back, walking her out of the kitchen area and towards the daycare. He liked walking with her. She looked pretty when she walked, and even more as she talked.

"I got something for you too, Sunflower."

"Sun...flower?"

"Yeah. What, you don't like it?"

She nudged him with her hip, playfully, and jeez did it make him realize he had been INFESTED with the case of the love bug.

"I do! I really do! It's just. New. I...I really do like it."

Oh he wanted to pick her up and spin her around and tell her she was beautiful and incredible. He turned right, guiding her to the theater. He carefully sat her down, with her chuckling amongst the kid furniture.

"Oh? Am I going to get a show?"

"And dinner! I didn't know if you ate before, so!"

He put the pizza on the kiddy table, and opened the box. She studied it, trying not to laugh.

"I think I can see some pizza under all this cheese!"

"Do you not like it? Is it messy? I can go back and-"

He was about to have a damn episode, when she held onto his hand, giving him a soft smile.

"It's fine. It's not messy. It's cute. Thank you. And I WAS actually hungry, so I appreciate it. You're sweet."

She let go of his hand in order to help herself to a slice. It was a mess. The cheese was heavy, sliding off the pie crust due to the weight. It was a mess, and she struggled to take a bite. It was incredibly awkward and unsexy. To anyone but him of course. Eventually she got a bite however, and finally put the slice down, covering her mouth as she chewed. She knew he was expecting some feedback, and she forced herself to swallow.

"Very...cheesy. And is that...strawberries?"

"Yeah! I was following a recipe and it. Kinda got sidetracked."

"Well, I like it. Now, you said you said a little surprise for me?"

"Oh! Right! Yes! I have a game for us to play! I'm going to do some shadow puppets! If you can guess three of them correctly, you get a prize! Ready?"

Oh the way she smiled, it killed him. The way she sat there, all done up in a sweater that hugged her frame- he wanted to give her everything. 

"Ready. Go ahead, I wanna see!"

And she clearly loved him! Right?

"Perfect! I'll start easy!"

He hopped onto the stage, and waved at one of the worker bots, signaling he was ready. The light flashed on him, the music started, and he was ready. With the help of the quick, exciting music, he folded his fingers together, casting a shadow upon the screen. Combine that with the stomping of his feet and him making snort, huff like sounds, she got it immediately.

"Oh! It's a horse!"

"Bingo! Alright, guess I can't be horsing around here, let's try another one!"

He signaled for the music to change. That all too familiar 'dun dun dun dun' sound probably gave it away, but he didn't care. He just wanted to show off how his hands portrayed rippling water, and a rather imposing fin. She looked amused, very clearly trying not to laugh.

"It's the shark from jaws, isn't it?"

He huffed, pretending to be disappointed as he kicked at imaginary dirt.

"Aw, no fair! You're clearly sea-ing what I'm doing here!"

He didn't know what he was doing, honestly. He just. Wanted to do what he knew he could- entertain. He signaled for another change, and the music went soft, romantic. He held his hands up, portraying two people. He brought them closer. He brought them together in a slow, soft embrace. He made one caress the other with his thumb, tenderly, sweetly.

"Let me guess. That one us?"

He nodded nervously, shrinking a bit.

"Y...yeah. You got them all. I knew you were smart! I...what are you doing?"

She got up, walking up to the stage. He thought, for some reason, that she was upset. She pressed herself against his side, and curved her hand, bringing it up to the screen. He joined hers, making a big, gushy heart appear on the screen above them. She chuckled, resting her head against his shoulder.

"I just wanted to show you I could do it too. Now, I think I can guess what my prize is~"

He wanted to tell her what it was, only to be silenced by a kiss. Then another. And another. He lost count, mind lost in a fog of orange lipstick. By the time she stopped, his face was a mess, and her lips were smudged. She grinned, holding onto his hand and pulling him, getting him to follow.

"Now. It's my turn to surprise you. Sit down for me, right here."

He sat down on the floor, letting her sit down on a chair right behind him. Her hands wandered from his arms, to his shoulders, to his chest. She was so soft, so sweet to him.

"I...I love you."

"I know you do, Sunny. I really know you do. And mommy loves you too. So much. It's why I'm going to sit here, and make you feel so good."

Her fingers roamed his frame, occasionally dipping in between his seams, touching wires and feeling at exposed metal. Oh. Oh no. He knew exactly what he was doing. Moon did this too. He called them 'naughty touches', and Sunny knew it was naughty. So. Why did it feel so nice?

"M-mommy, I don't think you know what you’re trying to do-"

"I do. I know what makes you feel good. Watch. This feels good, right?"

Her fingers, so nimble, dipped in between his upper chest, to the exposed wires. Those were always so...sensitive. She caressed them so sweetly, nails delicately strumming against the coils. He jingled as his feet twitched and brushed against the floor. It did feel good, REALLY good. He nodded with a bit of a loud whimper, gripping onto his own pants, just to give them something to do.

"It's okay to have naughty touches sometimes, Sunshine. It's okay. Because it feels good. Because mommy loves making you feel good."

He tried not to jump as she kissed his neck. Being purely exposed machinery, it was ALL sensitive and all one big, naughty area.

"M...mommy. You're gonna make me overheat…"

And overheating felt good. He knew that. Moon made him realize how good it felt. He wanted it. He wanted mommy to watch him overheat for her. She giggled in his ear, in the same naughty way Moon would.

"Shhh. It's alright. This is mommy's gift for you."

One hand stayed at his shoulder, letting her fingers trace over his shoulder joint. Exposed and sensitive, she was playing him like a toy. And her other hand grazed against the cables behind his head.

"M-mommy, that's a n-naughty spot…"

He shouldn't want her to touch there. But he did. His cables were so frail, so sensitive, her touch made him just melt. Fingers thumbed over all sorts of switches and connections. She could unplug him in a second, she could ruin his programming, she could do all sorts of things. He was vulnerable. And he loved it, adored it even.

"You're shaking, Sunshine. You like it when mommy touches you like this?"

He gave a gentle nod. He saw the steam escape the nooks and crannies of his frame, he saw the warnings his body was giving. He was going to overheat.

"M-mommy please, you're gonna make me-"

He weakly brought his hand up in some poor attempt to push her away, only to realize it was a mistake. She took a hold of his hand, and kissed it. First it was his palm. Then it was his thumb. Then the tips of each of his fingers. Then, the small, intricate wires in between his digits. Touched by the warm, soft, lipstick lips, he was gone. He whined loudly. The same kind of whining that Moon would call 'fucking pathetic' and 'needy as shit'. Picturing his rude words, simultaneously hearing her kind words coo against his hand, and that was it.

He overheated. His body spasmed, steam poured out of him like a tea pot, and he cried out far too loudly. All for mommy. Warnings flashed all over his vision, letting him know his body was on fire. As if he didn't already know. He was shaking violently in her grasp, adoring the thought of her seeing him in such a state. She brought her lips to his forehead, smiling so sweetly. 

"You feel good, sweetie?"

Sunny nodded quickly, covering his face In one of his hands.

"I...didn't think you'd see me do something that naughty, mommy. I...oh I need to cool down."

Oh that was a lot. His processor was scrambled and he felt exhausted. 

"You wanna trade with Moon for a moment, honeybee?"

He nodded. Fun fact; Moon was specifically made to cool down his body faster. Sunny, unlike the other machines, was solar powered. So when his frame overheated like this, Moon was designed to bring him to cool down. Thankfully she didn't need to get up in order to reach the lights. Sunny quickly gave way to Moon, who groaned loudly upon gaining control.

"Oh...shit. You really got him overheated. Naughty little girl has talent~"

He got up from the floor, grabbing onto her arms, and putting his weight on her. She yelped as she fell on her back, suddenly having Moon's frame pinning her down. He brought his face towards her, riled up by the sight of such a helpless woman under him.

"Naughty girl was touching our naughty spots...you need punishment. Lots of mean, mean punishment~"

He was going to fuck her into submission. He was going to make her ruin her panties with how much she was going to cum. He was going to feel exactly how Sunny felt; shameful, disgraced, yet oh so thirsty for more. He was going to tear up those pretty clothes, ruin that pretty mess of hair, scratch at that pretty skin and make her throat hurt from how much he was going to-

"Thanks for teaching me what Sunny likes. Believe it or not, I like making you both feel good. Even if it means YOU need to be a giant asshole, Moonpie~"

Then, she kissed his nose. He blinked, and just. Gawked at her. What happened to the sass? To the calling him a piece of shit? Why was she sitting there, smudged lips so small and soft looking, smiling at him. Why were her cheeks so soft, why were her eyes so warm? And most importantly. Why did it make him kinda nervous? Ugh, she killed the mood. How could he fucking ruin something that looked at him like a puppy in a petstore? He growled under his breath, and eased his grip on her arms. He wrapped his arms around her, before he just plopped on top of her, grumbling as he rested his face on her tits.

"One, don't call me that. Two, I just did it because Sunny being slutty is funny."

"Oh my god that rhymed."

"I'm a kids animatronic. Unfortunately it comes with the profession. Now shut up, I need to do cool down procedures."

There was a moment of silence as he sat there, cuddling her. It was nice. Her body was nice, soft. And she smelled nice (definitely better than Sunny's breath. Dude drank enough soda to be a walking chemical hazard). He heard her chuckle.

"You can just SAY you like cuddling, you know."

He mumbled a few rude words as he gripped her tighter. He tried not to be flustered as he felt her little hands play with his nightcap. At first, he thought Sunny's crush was stupid, pointless, like all the stuff he did. But now Moon sort of...understood what he meant now. The way seemed comfortable with him was foolish, cocky even. But he liked it.

He liked mommy.

[inviberu]

mirror

An old mirror dirty enough to the point you can’t see your reflection anymore. Faust decided to take a better look at it. He never expected it to turn out as a lost relic from a once prosperous city.

“Oh dear me!” Snow gasped, putting his hand over his mouth to appear more shocked than he actually is. A thoughtful smile suddenly took over his expression not long after as he put his hands on his hips. “I would’ve never thought I’d see this again in this day and age.”

“You know what this is?” Faust’s eyes widened as he examined the mirror in his hands once more, its golden rim giving off a shiny gleam after recovering it from the ruins during their last expedition to the Eastern country. It managed to pique the hermit’s interest after seeing it lay bare on the ground in such a terrible state, wanting to recover it to its former beauty. In some way, it reminded him of himself.

“But of course! This was awfully revered back in the day by both humans and wizards alike. It’s a good thing that my weary self was able to remember it.” Snow chirped, taking a closer look at the mirror. “A relic from a once-famous city—a mirror that is said to have the ability to show you the future. After their downfall, no one had any idea about where the relic laid rest. Ohoho! You’ve come across an exquisite item indeed.”

“The ability to show me the future? That’s ridiculous. I just picked it up from the ground, there’s no way a mirror like this is a lost relic.” Despite the sureness from his words, his voice held a certain kind of doubt that believed Snow. There was no reason for someone like Snow to lie to him after all, there was simply no merit in doing so and Snow wasn’t one to lie about this sort of stuff just for his own amusement.

“You think I jest? I see, then why don’t you try it out for yourself?” Snow’s expression held a smug smile before he remembered something and he let out a small gasp. “I heard it was very moody and picky though, so it might not work on your first try.”

“A moody mirror? The more I hear about this mirror the more I think that it’s a joke.” Faust shook his head.

“Ohoho! Try saying ‘please and thank you’ to the mirror when you try.” What Snow said sounded like a tease but Faust knew well that he was being serious. He didn’t know which one was worse—he could only let out a sigh as he inspected the mirror again. Could a mirror truly tell him of the future? Such an item is far too dangerous to be left out in the open.

“Woah, so you’re telling me this mirror can show you the future?” You wandered inside Faust’s room back and forth but your eyes remained fixated on the mirror placed on his desk, its intricate golden design never failed to catch your interest. It was hard to believe such a thing was capable of showing you the future when all sorts of magic relating to that were either forbidden or extremely hard unless you were gifted with the gift of prophecy like the twins from the North.

Faust let out a sigh, he couldn't bring himself to believe it either but there were a lot of strange things in this world—this was just one of them. "Apparently," he pushed up his glasses as he took the mirror in his hands and looked at his reflection. "Do you want to give it a try?"

"Me?" You asked curiously, wondering why Faust would ask you such a thing but you weren't against the idea of the mirror showing you your possible future. Though you can't help but feel a little bit scared when you thought about the possibilities—there was nothing more terrifying than the unknown future, after all. Faust handed you the mirror and you stared at it blankly. With much hesitance, you nodded.

"I'll try… how does this even work in the first place?" You tried tapping the glass, wondering if it was some sort of touch screen mirror but you were met with disappointment when it did nothing.

"Snow said to try saying 'please and thank you' to the mirror, I don't know if that'll work though. He said it was moody." Faust let out a dry chuckle, the thought still ridiculous to him but never crossed it out as impossible. If the mirror would truly respond to something like that, it only proved the strangeness of this magical world. You shot him a strange look, a moody mirror? But you pushed back the doubt to the back of your head and put your trust in him instead.

"Mirror, can you show me the future? Pretty please?" You cooed, feeling a bit stupid for pleading to a mirror like this. You waited a few moments for a reaction while looking at the object expectantly, only to be met with utter disappointment when it did absolutely nothing. Faust was silent along with you until he let out a small laugh, did you look stupid when you were doing that? You questioned if Snow was just pulling both of your legs, that mischievous old man!

"As expected, it won't work just because we asked it to."

"Geez, Faust! Do you really think a shabby thing like this can show us the future?" Shabby was the last word you would use to describe the mirror had it not been for your rage towards its defect. It looked elegant and regal, as if it didn't spend centuries lying beneath some rubble—it was a miracle the glass wasn't broken by such heavy fragments lying atop of it. You shook your head and gave Faust the mirror, giving up on it after you added: "How about you try it? It might listen to you because you're the one that picked it up."

He shot you a hesitant look, he had a feeling this wasn't going to end well yet he pushed that feeling into the back of his mind and stared at his reflection—he caught a small glimpse of your face in it while you were looking away and he couldn't help but break into a small smile. At that moment, something changed.

The hand mirror shook slightly in his grasp. Faust, alarmed, tried to make it sit still by gripping it tighter but it proved to be futile when it flew from his grasp and a blinding light filled the room—eliciting gasps of shock from the both of you as Faust grabbed to shield you from whatever was emerging in his room. When the light disappeared, it took him a while to get adjusted to the sudden change but once he did, he saw the hand mirror transformed into a full-body one sitting in the middle of his room.

"What in the world…" Faust left your side to carefully inspect the area, making sure there were no more risks in the area before taking your hand while telling you it was safe—aside from the now huge mirror residing smack middle in his room, its golden glow giving off an intimidating aura. You felt your initial shock turn into excitement.

"Isn't this great? It responded to you! What did you say?" You asked him, curious. You weren't paying attention to him at that time, perhaps you missed something.

"Nothing, actually. It just started vibrating and this happened." Faust tipped his hat slightly, closing his eyes and let out another sigh. One strange thing after another, he was bound to be drained at the end of the day, wasn't he?

"That's strange, you didn't say anything and yet it responded to you… curious." You stroked your chin. Faust stepped into the mirror's view and nothing was out of the ordinary, it showed him nothing of the future, only his reflection. He paused, was it broken after being left there for so many centuries? It was a plausible explanation. It was just like a normal mirror now, it was a shame such a relic has lost its true value—eroded along with the years that passed.

That is, until you stepped into the view.

The moment you stepped into the view, everything that the mirror showed suddenly changed as it emitted a faint white glow. You closed your eyes for a second and you could hear the faint sounds of… bells? You opened your eyes slightly to look at the mirror only for Faust to slap his hand over your eyes to obstruct your vision before you could get a small glimpse of what changed.

A bunch of incomprehensible sounds fell from Faust's lips and you tried to remove his hand from your eyes but that just made his actions more frantic. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you away from the mirror to outside of his room. You tried asking him what his problem was but you were left unheard as he left you outside and shut the door to his room aggressively. By the time you tried making sense of the scenario, you were already staring at his door from outside—did he just kick you out?

Your mouth was wide open when the realization dawned on you—what was his problem!? You crossed your arms grumpily, a part of you wanted to knock on his door again to demand an explanation but another part wanted you to storm off without saying anything to him. You pouted, or was he trying to protect you from something dangerous? Magical items could be dangerous if not handled correctly, after all.

In the end, you didn't know what to do and rested your forehead against his door frame with a clenched fist ready to knock at any given time and a defeated look.

To say Faust panicked back there was an understatement, he felt as if his soul was about to leave his body right then and there when he saw the scene the mirror showed him. He could only breathe a sigh of relief, he was glad he acted quickly before you caught a glimpse of it—that would've made things worse and he wouldn't know what to do. He slumped against the door, feeling a bit light-headed and fuzzy, the heat refusing to leave his face. He was embarrassed.

The sight wasn't something particularly scary or tragic. In fact, it was the complete opposite—though that made it all the more confusing as to why Faust would stop you from looking at it. It was a scene that he saw in one of his many dreams, something that flustered him to no end and wished it would leave him alone.

The bells that rang in the background, the happy couple dressed in white as they looked at each other lovingly, a perfect wedding scene straight from the dreams Faust doesn't tell anyone. A perfect wedding scene of you and him in the distant future—together.

To think your fate was intertwined like this… Faust could only hope that it's a future that's bound to happen. But, right now, he can't let you find out about this lest he wants to live the rest of his life inside the forest hiding from you. He would simply pass away from sheer embarrassment, oh how would he even face you? His cheeks burned red at the thought of a wedding with you once again.

[senjuside]

“Uchiha Izuna,” it—he rasps dryly, face cold as marble. “Good morning. Would you tell me why your brother keeps throwing gifts in my face everytime we meet?”

Looking at the sides of his futon with the sudden realization that Tobira isn’t letting him goes anywhere, with the heavy body almost smashing him in the mattress, Izuna thinks about how he should tell a fucking siren that his absolute insane brother is trying to propose in a very, very archaic way.

Giving a trembling, wry smile at the thing, Izuna shivers heavily when the siren smiles back, with too many sharp teeths to be peaceful or friendly in any way.

And they’ve the audacity to tell Izuna was the one who hadn’t any survival instinct remaining.

Pairing: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara

Rating: T

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 2734

Written for @madatobiweek, Week 1: Folklore and mythology // The moment I knew. Read on AO3 or under the cut :)

(my bad for any mistake or something guys. english, as you'll see, isn't my first language :p good reading, anyway <3)

Madara had never been a usual lover—always all sharp barbs and rough language used as a comfortable shield to hide the soft gazes he’d give Tobirama—even if, Tobirama supposes, they’ve never been a usual couple either.

Madara is a peculiar creature, Tobirama knows. He’s harsh to deal with, hurdle, and for onces paranoid. But, Tobirama thinks with a nearly fond, in love smile, he would’ve his moments as well.

Like his apparently newly gained obsession with gifts.

It was quite cute from the very first time. A weighty book written in the old language of the dwarfs, that lived in the south. An anklet of silver, and a ring of amestice. Even a couple of heavy fur collars, soft that hurted at the touch, smelling distinguly like Madara.

All the gifts are carefully bestowed inside of his cave, in a safe bubble of air to not screw up with nothing. Was a really sweet action of such a rough man like Madara, rude like Tobirama is pretty aware he usually is, so Tobirama wouldn’t like to waste those kinda rare openly ways to show affection.

Unlike the dragons, sirens like Tobirama in general don't really give a matter to the thing’s price, gold or diamond—even if Tobirama is pretty sure that sirens do not usually get gifts from pleasure. They’re usually too busy with the ‘charming pretty sallys underwater and so devour’-thing to make good first impressions or build relationships.

But, Tobirama supposes, everything certainly has a limit.

And now Madara is nearly to overtake it. Hard.

“FOR YOU,” Madara yells, even if he's one step away from Tobirama, sitting poorly in the river’s muddy margens.

Tobirama blinks at him, wordlessly for a second, but Madara doesn’t offer anything more but turns into his back and runs away, giving Tobirama no chance to thank or say a word.

For the fifty time, just this week.

It’s starting to turn… cansative, Tobirama ponders, looking carefully at the golden mirror in his hands.

Pursing his lips down, Tobirama honestly thinks that this shit is elongating itself for a way more than it would be necessary.

If Madara isn’t going to get his head out of his ass, Tobirama may have some questions to ask the Uchiha.

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A drop of water falls down to rest on Izuna’s cheek, followed by another, and another. Izuna struggles himself over asleep, frowning.

Another drop falls through his jaw, to dive inside his open sleep-yakuta, cold as hell, making Izuna quivers hard and wake up suddenly, shaking, just to blink open his eyes, his vision cloudy by the sleepness, and get himself face to face with—all Izuna’s words — a sharp feature elevated above him, pale as a paper with devilish red eyes, imobile, gazing at him deeply.

The only thing that hinders Izuna to scream for help is the creature’s hand put against his mouth. The room still was shadowish by the close fusumas, and a thick trail of water left spots on the tatames. Not daring to look away, Izuna inbreate sharply, wide-eyed looking at the impassive face of the thing above him.

A vision that, for Izuna’s total and absolute terror, slowly starts to remind him disturbingly of some of Madara's descriptions.

And, although Izuna knew Madara has a lover outside the clan—and probably any person that could hear or read lips in the Uchiha did notice Madara being insupportable and repugnantly sweet when he was singing praises at his dearest Tobira— he could never expect a fucking siren just out of Izuna’s wrostes nightmares.

“Uchiha Izuna,” it—he rasps dryly, face cold as marble. “Good morning. Would you tell me why your brother keeps throwing gifts in my face everytime we meet?”

Izuna shallows hardly, repentinaly regretting deeply having fought with Madara to sleep for one more hour instead of attending the clan’s reunion this morning. Looking at the sides of his futon with the sudden realization that Tobira isn’t letting him goes anywhere, with the heavy body almost smashing him in the mattress, Izuna thinks about how he should tell a fucking siren that his absolute insane brother is trying to propose in a very, very archaic way.

Giving a trembling, wry smile at the thing, Izuna shivers heavily when the siren smiles back, with too many sharp teeths to be peaceful or friendly in any way.

And they’ve the audacity to tell Izuna was the one who hadn’t any survival instinct remaining.

———————

Dragons are such beautiful, sweet and possessive creatures, Tobirama learned with the time. Differently from his specie, for onces cold and kinda cruel, hovering in deep, cold waters, so deep that even the light couldn’t come in there sometimes, the dragons aren’t any different from the fire they could spit out.

Their love would burn, deep and beautiful, as blaze fierling all along the night.

Tobirama is a child from the sea; his love isn’t scorching as the dragon’s love is but silent and peaceful like a quiet summer night browsing in calm sea, at the same it is furious and instotable like the worst of the storms. It is measureless as is the ocean, for sure hurdle, for times, but never flawed.

Dragons are explosive as the fire that growls into their veins. They’re imediatalist, and they trust deeply or simply do not. There’s no middle term in love, in family. You’re theirs, or isn’t.

They’re explosions of emotions, stars collapsing in supernovas—all the opposite of Tobirama, cold and racionable when the situation needs, treacherous in confidence, never trusting in no one but himself, despite using it to climb at his objectives, and there’s no shame in admit that: he’s what he’s and wouldn’t change for nobody.

Tobirama knows he’s hard to deal with, but, if there’s a single resemblance between sirens and dragons, when you’re into his heart, you’re there forever—because the tide may change, but the trail will be always there for thoses who venture to travel and conquist. And when Madara stole that kiss from him, Tobirama allowed him to stay, for forever, if he wanted to. He was from Madara from body and soul since that time when Madara’s fingers nuzzled down his scales.

Tobirama chuckles softly to himself, nestling the pearl necklace Madara had given him this week against his chest. He’s just Madara's, but it seems like his koibito doesn’t notice this yet.

Little fool.

———————

“You were building a treasure for me.”

It is the first thing Tobirama says, his voice dry as usual while he points out, when Madara comes into his field of vision.

Naturally, Tobirama knew of the dragon’s tendencies to accumulate, of course. He may have spent half a life peeking around deep waters, but he’s not oblivious. Even Madara already had prided himself for Tobirama after he stole—”found around the battlefield, I ain’t a thief, siren of hell”— a sword or a helmet he considered good enough to be on his particular treasure.

He never thought, however, that this would extend to their partners.

Madara seems to freeze in half a way, a few steps from where he meets Tobirama almost every night. His heavy cloak rock softly with the wind, the stiff scale next to the horns in the temples fading out with the creamy skin the moonlight's light—light that doesn't do anything to hide Madara's soft flush when he stops throughout the trail to the river’s margers, looking anything but absolutely cute.

Who’d say that this ugly mug may be so adorable, Tobirama scoffs mentally, playful, as he perceives Madara starts to look more and more ashamed. So different from the pride warrior he had seen Madara transformed himself amidst the battlefield more than one time, tearing apart flesh with his claws as he'd cutting raw silk.

Tobirama smiles softly, although he’s been pretty aware that his sharp, long teeths probably doesn't seem like an amorous expression at all. "Stop get stood here like a idiot and come here, stupid," Tobirama scoffs gentily.

Madara's eyes narrow thighly, the narrow slits brighting in the night with a soft red glow, but does, taking a step in to sit in the river's margers

Tobirama pushes his body up to rest his head next to Madara's lap.

“You made quite a mess, you know that?” Tobirama said softly. “Your brother seemed to be absolutely terrified when he saw me.”

Madara frowns, widening his eyes a bit.  “Did you go see Izuna?”

“Any problem?” Tobirama asks dryly, arching a cheeky eyebrow. “I was getting tired of having my partner throwing things at me and so turning away to run off, you know.”

Madara grimaces, poking Tobirama’s forehead softly. “Peace, siren of mine. I was just asking.”

Tobirama huffs, as the pride creature Madara knows he’s, narrowing his eyes before getting started again, “he didn’t help, though. I suppose he was too afraid of me eating him alive or something to mutter more than a couple of words without passing out.”

Madara cannot help but laugh. “Sounds like him. And explains why he was looking like a crazy man to the koi pond when I went off.”

“Of the couple of things he could make minimally undestable, I discovered some interesting things,” Tobirama continues dryly, but there’s a background of palpable diversion in his voice. “He said something about ‘absolutely insane relatives’—” Madara turns his eyes there, “—‘stupid courtship’ and I’m pretty sure he did yell a think alike ‘engagement.’”

Madara suddenly curses mentaly his pale skin when his cheeks sembles to catch on fire again, as well the always trained eyes of Tobirama, shining like two rubies in the damp, his gaze burning in his face, watchful at all his little reactions. Huffing to get away his sudden embarrassment, Madara grumbles grumply, “and you connect the dots. Of course you did, fuckin’ genius son of a bitch.”

Tobirama smiles, a simple contraction on the edge of his lips. “Naturally,” he brags himself, the insupportable. “I’d appreciate a contribution of yours, throught.”

Madara grimaces, but doesn’t take a word against him. Cleaning his throat with a soft disgust contraction on his lips, he gets started, “... yes, it’s kind of an engagement, but more like… a proposal. You know that every dragon has a collection of something, right? I collect bright, mortal things. Such as weapons,” Madara explains calmy, but he’s feeling anxious, Tobirama can say by the way he keeps his gaze trained in his hands, an adorable soft flush covering his pale cheeks. “Therefore, when we’ve got interest in someone, it was usual for the dragon to give his interest with gifts to add to their treasure. That’s why I wanted to give you something that would… fit with you. Not just. Trinket."

“I supposed it would be something like that,” Tobirama sings, smiling. “So, I should return your gifts, shouldn’t I?”

Madara whips up himself, stumbling around the words, “I-I mean, if you’d accept the courtship—”

Tobirama laughed. “Oh, you’re such a fool sometimes, my love.” Madara opens his mouth to hash out wrathful, but Tobirama keeps speaking before Madara can have the chance for saying anything, “of course I’d, Madara. If a siren matches, they’d match for a life. There’s no dating. You’re mine and I've been yours since the day I accepted you inside my home.”

Madara blinks. He breathes, “oh.”

Tobirama scoffs before he could hold himself, “oh, fuckin’ jerk.”

Madara squawks aloud, opening his mouth to fuss, but Tobirama just chunkles, getting on his elbows to stand up and press their lips softly.

“I hate you,” Madara murmurs against Tobirama’s mouth a second later, just to make his point.

One of Tobirama’s teeth nips on Madara’s lip lightly, not enough to hurt or to take off blood, but teasing. Feeling playful, Tobirama gently pushes down a handful of Madara’s hair to make him curve next to him, easing the angle for Tobirama to lick inside Madara’s mouth. “I hate you too, sweetheart,” he scoffs, “no worries.”

Madara turns his eyes, sighing when he presses their foreheads together. “Shitty idiot. I was trying to be romantic, y’know.”

Tobirama arches an eyebrow. “I highly doubt you were romantic for a second of your entire life.”

Madara seems to be offended, bristiling like an urchin. “I’m very romantic, thank you! And thinking I did an entire courtship plan to you bawl me out like that…”

Smiling easily, Tobirama nudges softly, “did you, so?”

Madara flusters himself with a petty whiff, getting started grumply, “I mean, it’s a little anquite, but… I wanted to show you that, mm-I mean, like the tradition says. That you aren’t something I’m taking ownership of, but that I am sharing my treasure with you, and what’s mine is yours.”

“That’s,” Tobirama says a couple of moments later, blinking a bit of surprise, but with his voice repugnantly soft and gentle, “especially sweet of you. Thank you, Madara.”

Madara huffs. “Don’t mention it.”

Tobirama rolls his eyes, playfully poking Madara’s tight with sharp teeth. “Don’t be so smug about it.”

Madara arches an eyebrow. “Hope you haven’t forgotten I am an Uchiha. It’s in my blood.”

“Stupidness?” Tobirama asks dryly.

“No. We do like to exhibe our things. Especially those mortal and beautiful. Or just the ones that bite.”

Tobirama’s face covers quickly with red. He grumbles, pouting sulky, “shut the fucking up, Uchiha. That’s the only thing your pea-sized brain can think about?”

“When I’ve a willing, beautiful siren only for me?” Madara smirks. “Absolutely.”

Preening a hand across the soft, sleek scales where it united together with the almost phantasmagoric white skin from Tobirama’s belly, by where it is out of the water, resting in the mud next to one of Madara’s legs, Madara hums happily. “Sirens don't have some type of honeymoon?” he asks serenely.

Tobirama chuckles. “I think they’d.”

“I suppose I’ve to celebrate with my pretty fiancé.” Madara shudders. “Haven’t I?”

“I’m sure you’ve,” Tobirama replies easily, spreading out his arms to deliberately offer Madara a better vision of his chest, letting the way down his belly free, easy for Madara to slip with his hand. Arching an eyebrow, Tobirama asks, “shy now, Madara?”

Madara scoffs aloud. “Nothing I haven’t seen yet, bastard.”

“Tired already of, so?”

“Never.” Madara’s quick to ensure. “You’re always a show aside. And I’d suppose we'll have to consummate. Again. Dragon style.”

Tobirama cannot help but laugh. “Why are you always a shitty mood killer? Better—why do I accept getting engaged with you, from all the people?”

Giggling, Madara noses Tobirama’s jaw absently. “Because you love me, clearly.”

Tobirama does, of course—but it wasn't like he’s going to say it and inflame Madara’s ego more than it already is.

Instead, Tobirama just moans softly when Madara scrapes his blunt teeth in his neck, huffing a blow of heated air against the bruise he certainly left.

Greedy, his lover is, and Tobirama doesn’t do anything to appease that when Madara growls softly some verbal affirmation of that but smiles, his teeth scraping dangerously Madara’s pants, sucking a bruise next to his hips.

Tobirama’s smile is all teeth. “Cute of you to think dragon’s are the only ones with possessive tendencies here.”

———————

“There’s a motherfucker demon living on your koi pond, Madara! Are you fucking crazy?!”

“The demon surely has a name,” Tobirama rumbles, thicc and sharp, a dark playfulness trickling on his tone, from where he’s upholding his head on his hands, above the engawa, arching an eyebrow to Izuna as he smiles, all teeth.

“Madara!” Izuna cries out. “He’ll pull my feet when you’re asleep and so drown me! Look at him!”

Tobirama hums, without any shame, and, perhaps propositaly, arches his upper lip a bit to show his teeth better, as he’d growling.

“He’s learning how to smile,” Madara grumbles at him, blind by passion. Or charmed, Izuna thinks, narrowing his eyes to the thing, floating in the koi pond, looking absolutely suspiciously serene. “And Tobirama will be perfectly fine. He’ll not drown you or anyone. Stop being rude with my bride, Izuna! Where’s your manners?”

While Madara keeps talking around and complaining about Izuna, Tobirama arches a sharp eyebrow at him. “Easy now, Izuna. I’m living here, and I’d hate to eat my brother-in-law accidentally.”

Whimpering, Izuna would like to know where he could sign up to change from his family, thank you so much.

[kitchenofthegeld]

@bard-avery

"Hard labor is something I at least know about fairly well, aye-" Billy noted with thoughtfulness. "It's good to sleep at night too. I do find myself rather restless. Perhaps it's a gift bards have to sleep well through the night."

Billy had loved and loved hard a couple of times but it had never gone off. There had been work, there had been a prince and his knight- there had been- well- that was just the way it was. He'd never really connected with anyone outside of his food, if he were honest. And he was at the age where he should be.

"You are very pretty, aye-" Billy agreed with a nod.

Billy smirked. "Ah, you'd think that but actually Athos is quite cutting edge in its own way. The simple act of preserving meat underground is one of those things. It seemed an ingenious solution and it is but most castles at least don't think that way-" Billy said. "You'd be surprised what is new and can be done with all the things around us."

"Oh well, isn't that kindness?" Billy said. "Well, it's big and furry and round like the top of my head but shaped more like a ball would be. It's brown and you have to whack it with a sharp object to get inside. The inside is sort of milk that keeps well and then there's a soft lovely meat like you get with a white fish. It's quite grand. Quite the thing to try if you've never had it-" he said thoughtfully as they arrived.

There was a special storage area Billy went to near about the gardens where produce was kept. You had the feeling of being in a greenhouse, though it wasn't warm and he set his pot down on a table with a pleasant thumb. Opening the lid, there was salt and water mixed in.

"I really only slice off a quarter of the potato root skin anyways. It makes for better eating I think. I like a nice bit of bite myself-" he said as he found the root vegetable bin and a few potatoes. He plucked off any errant leaves and any excess stems and put out two bowls for the work.

"Aye, here's your knife if you so wish to do some peeling. You wash the potato once in this small bowl of water and then slice off skin into quarters like so-" he said, not dumbing down the idea but demonstrating with skill for the other.

@bard-avery

Billy gave a thoughtful little smile. He'd been like that once too. Maybe in Athos he'd let loose and be like that once again but his real passion now or any passion at all was what he thrust into cooking and at his cauldron.

"Aye, hands on the body can be nice. Mmm. And then what do you like yourself after all the sweet whispers and hands everywhere?" he asked.

"You are very talented. You needn't be bashful. Salty old wolves like me are rare anyways. I'm sure your song will find the right ear when it needs to."

Billy thought for a moment. "I'm a little forward thinking and experimental. They didn't like that in Egrain but it seems to work well enough here. I'm quite beyond the soggy five hour pot. Two hours tops is what you need for quite a bit of things and I like a bit of a bite to my produce."

"Aye, salt trees are not a thing but I once very much enjoyed what they call a coconut from afar. I may ask the tradesmen to find me a couple next time they're out. Salt comes from the deep and dark and rocky places. Beyond that, you'll just have to wonder unless you can weasel it out of me."

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𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 2𝐾

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑, 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟.......𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟, 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑗𝑜𝑦.

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~December 5th~

Y/N hurried towards her friends who were already settled at the very top of the mountain, their snowboards and skiis all lined up in a perfect row.

"Last one down pays for dinner." One of them suggested to which they all unanimously agreed to.

"3, 2, Go!"

The racers all started sloping down the snowy mountain, some going to different directions, but ultimately they were all headed south. Y/N shifted her weight to keep balance on her snowboard. Usually she'd show off and do a trick, but right now she was focused on getting down as fast as possible.

"Pick up the pace Y/N!" Her friend teased as they swooped right past her.

Y/N let out a snort as she leaned forward to get more speed and traction. She also decided to move more to the right, where she knew a shortcut that none of the others knew about. She let out a small chuckle at the thought of their faces when they saw her all the way down there.

Her smile faded fast when she saw someone step out right in front of her, a dark haired male that seemed preoccupied with taking a picture he didn't notice she was coming.

"Look out!" She shouted, finally getting his attention.

The boy froze and seemed unable to move. Y/N swerved to the left, a little too fast and ended up falling off her board, tumbling down a few feet before landing on a bed of snow. She groomed softly as she lifted her head, already feeling the aching of her muscles.

"Are you ok?!" The same man who had inadvertently caused her accident ran over and helped her sit up.

"I...think so?" She asked rather than answered.

She quickly stood up, taking off her googles and winter hat to try and inspect what damage had been done not only to her body but to her board. She dusted some of the snow off her and looked up to find the mystery man looking at her intently.

"What? Am I bleeding?" She touched her face and forehead, not a stranger to bleeding due to some of the accidents she'd been through.

"No! Not at all!! Just......"

He smiled shyly, dimples clearly shown on his cheeks as his eyes formed small crescents.

"You're really pretty..." He confessed awkwardly, leaving her baffled and speechless.

"Th-thank you....you're pretty handsome yourself..." She tucked some hair behind her ear.

"I'm San." He introduced himself, holding out a hand for her to take, which she promptly did.

"I'm Y/N."

You were sad that you had to pay for your friend's dinner because you lost, but you weren't to sad because San asked you out for a date the next day.

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~January 12, One Year Later~

"Brrr. It's freezing out there."

San shook the snow off him, placing his boots on the corner.

"I told you it was going to snow, but you don't listen." She rolled her eyes at him.

Adding marshmallows to the hot chocolate, she picked them up and set them down on the table in front of the fireplace, then proceeded to wrap one of the blankets around herself. San wasted no time in cuddling up next to her and taking one of the mugs in his hand, sipping slowly so as to not burn himself. Smiling sweetly at her, he scooted closer to her, his head resting on her shoulder.

"Remember when we met last year?" He suddenly spoke.

Y/N nearly spat her chocolate back into the mug.

"Ahhh yes. You mean when I nearly killed you?"

San laughed softly at that.

"Never in my life did I think I'd actually end up dating my almost murderer."

She rolled her eyes at that.

"You were the idiot that wasn't paying attention." She reminded him.

"I was trying to take a picture of a bunny that was nearby thank you. Which you scared off by the way."

They began reminiscing about their times after a year of dating, laughing about their first fight, their first kiss and the times they met each other's respective parents.

"You looked terrified of my dad."

"How was I supposed to be calm? Especially after he said he wanted to talk to me in private?" San defended himself.

Y/N hummed softly.

"What did he talk to you about anyway?"

San shrugged softly.

"The usual...like...if I broke your heart, he was going to break my balls."

Y/N actually slapped her knee at that one, knowing fully well her father would really be the type to say such things.

San scratched the back of his head as he wondered if he should say the next part.

"He.....also asked....... if I loved you...."

Y/N felt her heart drop at that word. Even though they had been dating for a year, they had never said the L word. She wanted to change the subject, afraid of his answer, but curiosity got the better of her and she had to ask.

"What....what did you tell him?" She fidgeted with the ends of her hoodie.

San shifted so he sat in front of her. Taking her hands in his, he confessed:

"I told him I loved you with all my heart and that.....I hoped you felt the same way..."

He looked at her with hopeful eyes, gulping slightly, afraid that his feelings weren't reciprocated. When Y/N didn't respond for a minute, he let out a defeated sigh.

"All right. I understand." He made move to get up, but Y/N made him stay in place.

"No silly. I was just shocked you actually told my father that." She explained.

"Well I wasn't going to lie. I do love you Y/N, truly I do." His voice sounded desperate at this point.

Y/N teared up and pulled him into a tight embrace.

"Oh Sannie.....I love you too."

San widened his eyes at her words, he felt himself tearing up as well, but he was filled with warmth at the thought that she felt the same, it was not a one sided love. He couldn't help himself as he cupped her face and began pecking her lips repeatedly.

"I love you. I love you with all my heart."

He giggled as he intensified his kisses, turning them from small pecks into more heated and passionate lip locks that had her craving for more. San ended up pushing her onto the floor, his hands placed on either side of her face. They both looked at each other, both wanting to ask the same question but too shy to actually speak out about having their first time right then.

"Y/N.....if you don't want to, we can-"

She silenced him by pulling him on top of her and resuming their makeout session.

"I want to. Go ahead." She assured him.

San kissed her forehead.

"I love you so much."

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~December 25, 3 years later~

All of the boys gathered around the tree, already ecstatic at the thought of opening their presents.

"I'm really looking forward to Yeosang's gift for me." Mingi bounced in his seat.

"I told you. I got you socks." Yeosang repeated for the thousandth time, making everybody burst out laughing.

"You know you're just joking Sangie." Wooyoung pinched his cheek, much to Yeosang's dismay.

The clock struck midnight, signaling that it was now time to open presents. There was a lot of noises, squealing and rustling of paper heard, the latter all discarded near the floor, soon picked up by Seonghwa, who hated seeing litter scattered about.

"Perfect for you Hwa. I actually got you a broom and dustpan set." Hongjoong snickered as he held out the cleaning supplies from the house to his friend.

"Shut up." Seonghwa groaned, not at all amused by the joke.

"Calm down. I actually got you something else." Hongjoong held out the actual gift, which turned out to be Toothless slippers and bathrobe set. It made Seonghwa burst out laughing, donning his infamous awkward smile.

"Yah! What is this Kang Yeosang?!" Mingi held out a box full of assorted socks.

Yeosang merely shrugged.

"What? You all laughed and joked that I wasn't serious. Jokes on you bitches. I was dead serious." Yeosang sipped his tea as he stared Mingi down, who merely pouted.

"Look on the bright side Mingi. Yunho might stop complaining about you stealing his socks." Seonghwa patted his shoulder.

"It's not me!" Mingi retorted.

"No one else's feet but yours fit in them!" Yunho accused him.

Y/N and San just laughed and decided to just enjoy the presents they got for each other. Y/N was happy that San liked his presents, but she was saving the best for last, knowing he was going to go wild about it.

Pulling him outside, she closed the door behind them both, ignoring the chaos going on inside.

"If it's another mistletoe trick, I won't mind." San was already puckering his lips.

"No silly....there's another present I wanted to give you."

"Oh?" San tilted his head.

She pulled out a small and thin white box that had a purple ribbon wrapped around it. San shook it near his ear, trying to guess what was in it, but had no clue. He carefully unwrapped the ribbon and opened the box. He had to do a double take as he peered into the contents. He looked at his lover with wide eyes.

"Is this....?" He asked for confirmation.

She nodded and chuckled happily. San's face lit up and he picked her up, spinning her around as he kissed the side of her head.

"Oh my God! This is the best Christmas present ever my love! Thank you!"

Tears of joy started streaming down his face as he embraced the love of his life for a long time. He wasted no time in speeding back inside the house and wave the object around for everyone to see.

"Guys! We're having a baby! You're all gonna be uncles!"

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~December 5, Present Day~

San and Y/N made sure the carrier was covered fully by the long and thick blanket. After making sure it was sunny, San opened the door and allowed his sweetheart to walk out. Y/N carefully walked down the steps of the cabin they always stayed in since the day they met. San followed after her, one step behind her, ready to help if she needed anything.

They both looked at each other and smiled. Y/N put the carrier gently down on the blanket of snow as San took out his camera.

"Ready." San gave her the ok sign.

Y/N peeled back the blanket covering the carrier, revealing their tiny 4 month old baby daughter, who was now wide awake and observing her surroundings.

"Smile snowflake." San took a picture of her.

Light snow started to fall around them and the tiny baby reached her hand out to touch this new object that was foreign to her. A tiny snowflake fell on her nose and she sneezed softly when it made contact with her skin.

Her parents couldn't help but coo at how lovely and adorable she was. Picking her up along with several blankets, Y/N showed off the view to her.

"Look darling. This is the exact spot daddy and I met years ago."

San chuckled as he kept taking photos of his two most precious treasures in his life. After getting his fill, he walked up next to Y/N, poking his daughter's cheek.

"Even though you were born in summer, I'm sure you'll learn to love the winter just as much as we do."

The baby continued to be fascinated by the falling snow around her, her arms flailing into the air, trying to catch it, only to fall in confusion every time it melted in her tiny hand.

"I say she already loves it." Y/N noticed her reactions.

"I'm glad she does. I can't wait to bring her here every year to watch the first snow fall every time." San kissed her tiny head before looking back at his wife and repeating the action on her forehead.

"I love you. And I love our precious snowflake too."

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[julday4]

YAHOO! OC TIME!

I also attempted at shading- I'm not the best at it and rarely do it so you're allowed to give critism lmao.

So! This is one of my oc's Skipper! Who's species is actually my own original species, Deyos! (Or Deyo) I might make it an open species if people want to, but for now it's closed and just for myself.

If you'd like to know more about the species and the world they live in, go on keep reading! For now, here's a bit about Skipper:

His a huge manipulater, gossiper and really smug. His really well known in his world for how good he is at manipulating and for basically knowing about everyone's secrets. (And how many eyes he steals, but you'd have to read about the species on keep reading in order to know more about that). Deyos like to nickname him "The true assistant of the Lord", who was the person that created the species. His eyes are Diamond-shaped and his storing item is his neck warmer. He has angel like wings with thin black pointy spikes on the tips and a black line design. He also has a younger brother called Jasper, that I might draw of aswell if people want that or like the species.

anyways, that's everything I can think of for Skipper. Might edit this post if I come up with more, but i'mma stop here.

Reblogs are appreciated!! I spent a long time on this! :'D

Info about the species and the world (IT'S REALLY LONG BTW!):

The species The Deyos (Or 'Deyo' if it's just one of them), is a species made entirely out of negativity. Their entire body is made of a goo-y negative substance, to the point that even their blood is made out of It. (Yes, they have black blood). And have a negative, black type of venom in their fangs or well, teeth, that they use for a specific reason we'll get to in a bit. Appearances All Deyos are different and unique on their appearances. All Deyos take a form of a different type of dog each to look more 'Innocent' and 'trustworthy' (which we'll get to why in a bit). So some Deyos are tall and some are small, but their always bigger then an average human being. Deyos have different type of wings and eyes with a special shape somewhere on their body. (For example: A Deyo with owl-like wings and a square shaped eye on their forehead). While some only just have their og-seeing-eyes, only just wings, or only just those eyes on their body, it's hard to explain without so many examples but basically not all Deyos are the same, some have wings, some don't. Some have the special shaped eyes on their body, some don't. Some have their og-seeing eyes (also what every human has), some don't even have eyes at all. And, because they have black blood, all of their ears, paws, noses, blush, ect, are fully black. Even their eyes are black, to the point it's very rare for a Deyo to have a different eye color besides black. Character

Deyos are usually very agressive and hostile towards eachother, so fights happen pretty much daily. They always steal from eachother, betray eachother, lie, bully, anything you can think of that's rude or agressive. But not all of them are like that of course. Some are more chill and calm, some are more thoughtful and kind, it really depends on the Deyo. Thou, with the way they act, Deyos are VERY intelligent. They have alot of advanced technology, know ALOT of languages, know pretty much everything about history, can do any math problem, ect, ect. Their so intelligent, that they learned how to make technogly on the second day they were created, built villages, to communicate with eachother- BASICALLY, they have way more iq then an average human, like, even the stupidest Deyo is smarter then a human.

Oh and, Deyo's are AMAZING manipulaters. Of course, some are terrible at it, some are decent and some are really good at it, but most of them have experience in manipulation.

Survivablity

So, the way Deyos survive is kinda.. Interesting. They basically steal people's eyes from other worlds in order to survive. The Deyo goes to a different world, find their victim, and after earning their trust (with the help of the Deyo's appearance and their amazing manipulation ability), the Deyo bites into the victim and releases the venom in their teeth/fangs in the victim, making the victim's eyes fade away and appear on the Deyo's storing item, leaving behind a more shadowy feature on the victim's face plus a of negatvity in the victim, making the victim very negative and basically the complete opposite of who they are. The more eyes the Deyos steal and store into their storing item, the longer they live. Of course, not all Deyos take their time to earn the victim's trust. Some just go right for it. Even thou it's common for Deyos to go to other worlds to steal eyes, some just steal eyes from the animals in their world. Of course it doesn't give the same survivability as one from a person, but it really depends on the size of the animal. Either way, their alright. Mainly Deyos without wings do this, or the more chill ones.

Storing Items

Storing Items is a specific special item that's very close and important to the Deyo and stores the eyes they steal, aka, their only way to survive. Storing Items can be any kind of item, from a ring to a goddamm door or something. Of course, it's mainly reccomended to use accessories or something you can actually bring with you at all times. But you probably wonder: "How do they make the eyes they steal, appear on that Storing Item?" Here's how! (A bit of a TW for cutting and blood).

First, they pick out one of their most cherished item. Second, they use any sharp object and cut a bit of their skin open until blood starts coming out. Third, they take their blood and draw a special sign on the cherished item with their blood. Fouth, then a lil scene of negative magic starts surrounding the cherished item, giving the item a more bland and darker version of it's original colors and well, inserts negative magic inside of it. And Fifth, bam! A Storing item to store your tiny stolen whatever-shaped eyes. :) Storing item's are also pretty hard and tough to destroy, even if their really soft like Skipper's neck warmer. You'll have to use specific magic (Like positivity or something) in order to reduce the negativity inside it and turn it back to normal. (And maybe even release the stolen eyes? I'mma have to think more into this!)

The World

This is a huge world where the only season is Winter and snow is everywhere. It has a bunch of winter animals like Polar-bears, lynx's, foxes, rabbits, any you can think of! However, the Deyos only live in one part of the world that has a bunch of snowy mountains, forests and icey rivers. There are mainly two villages in this part! The snowy mountains and the snowy forests. The mountains are where most Deyos with wings live in. The mountains has a bunch of caves that the Deyos use as home, use for training or can use as workshops! There's also a pathway to some of the mountains so wingless Deyos CAN live in the mountains, but it will get tiring most of the time.. Soo.. Forest it is! In the big snowy forest is a village where most wingless Deyos live in! The village has alot of cozy homes, shops, a townsquare, ect! And well, mainly the more chill Deyos live in the village cause it's in a forest, which means it nearer to the animals that they hunt down instead. Plus, they can train on the animals instead of just a dummy in the training caves. And well, that's really it about their world. There's also some rivers around the area, really icey ones so there's like, alot of ice slabs on it. So sometimes Deyos go there to just chill on the big ice slabs. And now.. You're probably wondering. "How do the Deyos go to other worlds exactly?" Well, they use their most cherished thing of all, the portal!

The Portal

This huge portal is located on the very top of the highest mountain. It is held onto by a bunch of big boulders and is made of negative magic. This portal was given to the Deyos by the creator as a lil 'Gift' or something, so the Deyos cherish it alot. This Portal is the main reason the Deyos are able to go to worlds and steal eyes. But how do they get back to their world? Well, Deyos can also summon a mini version of the portal that's about their size. However, they can also use this ability outside their world. So if they try to do it at their world, it'll just start to spark and zap the Deyo. No cheating you lil fool!

Annd holy shit that's pretty much everything I can say about Deyos. If you have read this far, thank you so much because I took WAYYY to long to write this, so thank you! :D And if you have any questions, please do ask! Cause i'm not the very best at explaining things, hehehe.. Either way, thank you for spending your time on this! :)

[khaleesiofalicante]

OK I GOT 5 HOURS OF SLEEP LAST NIGHT WHICH IS PRETTY OK IG (I did stay up to read the fic-) BOTH MY TESTS WENT LIKE SHIT, I HAD AN ANXIETY ATTACK IN PROGRAMMING CLASS BECAUSE BY TEACHER IS A LITTLE SHIT WHO KEPT ON YELLING AT ME WHEN I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND SOMETHING AND I SPENT LUNCH ALONE BUT AT LEAST NOW IM ALONE WITH MY LAPTOP SO YAYAYAYYA

first of all, this chapter right here is my comfort chapter from now on. i said what i said. I will be rereading it again and again just because i can. it was PERFECTION

here's me going crazy at 2 am yesterday.

MAGNUS' CHAPTER

LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S GO

AHHHHHHH IT'S THEIR ANNIVERSARY

SCREAM

oh

alec shaved his beard because it made him look older

RAFAEL WAS SO UPSET AFTER THE MEXICO ATTACK BECAUSE OF ANJALI RIGHT??

magnus and alec are the oblivious parents istg

“Are you decent?” Max yelled. “I don’t want to be traumatized again.”

“Hey! We agreed not to talk about that!” Alec yelled back.

Im not even surprised at this point

“Happy anniversary, bapa!” Rafael kissed him on the cheek and handed him the flowers.

“Where are my flowers?” Alec asked.

Rafael plucked a rose from the bouquet and threw it at Alec. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, son,” Alec mumbled.

IM WHEEZING

DAVID BAKES

“David made it,” Max said shyly. "

Oh,” Alec replied and then shrugged. “Well, the icing could be a little sweeter I think.”

Ever since Max started dating, Alec had become incredibly protective. Alec liked David of course – it was impossible to find someone who didn’t. But that didn’t mean Alec approved.

And it didn’t help that the blond boy was absolutely terrified of Alec.

ALEC STOP TEASING HIM

THE BOY IS ALREADY SCARED

“I don’t know,” Alec analysed the card. “David used too much glitter.”

“Since when do you have a problem with excessive glitter?” Max demanded.

ALEC

“I didn’t use him!” Max huffed. “He was thoroughly compensated for his efforts!”

“Compensated how?” Alec asked.

“Uh,” Max said. “With donuts.”

when i saw donuts i immediately thought of rose and luisa from jtv

iykyk

but should i continue the show? i got tired of jane continuously embarrasing herself

“You expect us to follow rules?” Alec asked in surprise. “In our own home? On our anniversary?”

The warlock boy grinned wickedly before leaning close to Alec.

“You better do it, or I will tell everyone about your secret,” Max whispered.

Alec blinked at that.

the secret...

I DONT LIKE HOW MANY THINGS POPPED INTO MY HEAD

is highschool musical that bad? i havent watched it. should i?

what if i cried

i just wanna hug alec??? but i cant say it'll be ok because it wont

“Is that why you are not attending?” Magnus grinned at his friend. “Or is it because you are terrified of Georgia?”

“That child is the reincarnation of Christopher Lightwood!” Ragnor complained. “I heard she made explosives out of demon ichor! Who makes explosions out of demon ichor?”

RAGNOR IS PROBABLY GETTING FLASHBACKS

THESE STUPID FUCKING BITCHES

how tf do you think we have survived huh??

medicine that's how

vaccines, anti biotics and what not

stop being close-minded and fucking do it

ok i know the risk is great

BUT OTHERWISE THEY ALL DIE

it was different for warlocks. The Shadow World was their universe. The nephilim kept it safe. At one point in their lives, they had learned to coexist with them, out of necessity and out of obligation.

And now here they were – working together in the name of friendship and love.

how things change...

what

say what

the causes are what

ok let's not jump to conclusions

im fucking crying wtf

alec doesnt deserve this shit

all he's done is make the world a better place

hes worked so hard on this

RAZIEL CAN GO FUCK HIMSELF

what am i supposed to say to my parents if one of them comes to check on me and im sitting here crying at 2 am

He didn’t want to believe in a reality that would punish Alec. Alec who only wanted to do what is good and right.

Alec was who was losing his hope and strength every passing day. Alec who was struggling. Alec who was turning to desperate measures to cope with all the stress.

please alec

no please

THE ANGELS ARE BITCHES

Because if Magnus found out Raziel was the one causing all this pain for Alec, he would march up to heaven and set the bastard on fire himself.

AND I'LL GO WITH HIM

KNEW THE SPY WAS LIVVY

AWW RAGNOR LIKES SELENA THATS SO SWEET

blue and gold

STOP IT IM CRYING AGAIN

The shadowhunter was a good influence on him. Magnus hoped Alec would see it sooner rather than later.

HUH

HUHU

HUH

omg

GIGI GETTING A SIBLING

“Max isn’t allowed to do a lot of things,” Magnus chuckled. “But he does them anyway.”

thats my boi

GASP

]THE NECKLACE

rafael is growing into the consul voice

they grow up so fast

nope nope he's still the little 5 year old

voice cracking what do you mean he's 20

im glad hes happy with mila. or is he...?

Magnus had deduced as much. Alec lived in his beautifully oblivious world. But Magnus noticed.

He noticed the hickeys. He noticed the late-night visits. He noticed the tense phone calls.

well thank god there's at least one non-oblivious person (alec i love you so much but you are very very oblivious)

“What’s stopping you then?” Magnus asked.

"2554 miles,” Rafael chuckled sadly.

me with all my online friends

probably more miles

Magnus tried to do the math but promptly gave up.

me

But Alec did lie though. Magnus pushed the thought away.

NOT NOW

LET ME LIVE IN PEACEFUL OBLIVION

HUSH

“Except melt it?” Rafael chuckled.

“Yes,” Magnus chuckled back. “As you can see, the bar is extremely low in the Lightwood family.”

AHHIUCCDSKUHDCV

i have no clue what the words describing the outfit are

time to google

OK PRETTY

Fifteen years. Fifteen years of loving and Alec still made his heart stutter.

dont do this to me right now I WILL CRY

“What the hell?” Max exclaimed. “Why are you all dressed up?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, it’s my anniversary,” Alec chuckled.

Max-

Fifteen years. Fifteen years and Magnus still took Alec’s breath away.

HJCSDHJBJDHSGCDYGJVVC JHVDFYMJ

it's not funny MY EYES ARE WATERING

“Bapak is a good looking one in the family,” Rafael pointed out. “You are the chaotic one and I am the smart one.”

“What am I then?” Alec asked dryly. “A sack of potatoes?”

“You’re the sexy one,” Magnus grinned. “A sexy sack of potatoes.”

yes.

Alec grinned back and leaned forward. Magnus put his hands around Alec’s neck and kissed him. He kissed Alec with all the love he had inside his heart.

Just like the first time. Just like the hundredth time. Just like the thousandth time.

Because with Alec, every kiss mattered. Every single one.

muffled sob

“Stop making out, oh my god!” Max groaned.

Magnus sensed a pillow coming their way but Rafael caught it before it hit them.

“Max, stop!” Rafael scolded. “You will wrinkle dad’s suit and ruin bapak’s hair! I spent hours ironing both!”

why is max me when i see people display affection in front of me

ALSO RAFAEL HKUIUIDCSKIHUDFVHJDFVHU

“They are here,” Rafael said. “You two better look exactly the way you did when I left with Max or I will raise hell.”

IM SCREAMING

Selena was wearing a blue crop top with the words “MIND YOUR OWN UTEREUS” written in gold.

i need that top

DAVID'S SHIRT IS THE COLOR OF MAX'S MAGIC

AHH ISABELLE DOESNT KNOW SHE'S PREGNANT YET

The argument of “who gave the best gift” had started when Jace and Izzy had gotten drunk on vodka. It didn’t help that Alec had gotten drunk as well. All three Lightwood siblings had then proceeded to have an argument about who had the best spouse. The whole night had been drunken chaos. Magnus, Clary and Simon had let them have it since the Lightwood siblings had a tendency to carry the world on their shoulders even when nobody asked them. They rarely ever let loose ever since their worlds had plunged into sickness and demon attacks. Especially Alec. So, Magnus had let his husband be that 18-year-old boy again. The boy who got drunk and fought with his siblings and sang songs about Magnus’ pretty eyes.

OH MY GOD THE CHAOS

Georgia considered that. “I’m not allowed to melt it, right?”

“No,” they all replied in chorus.

LET GIGI MELT IT

SELENA IM SO PROUD OF YOU

“Dad,” Max said. “Can you keep a picture of me wearing this necklace in your office?”

“Why?” Rafael asked.

“I think it will piss off the boomers,” Max giggled.

“Nice!” Lexi grinned. “A downworlder wearing a shadowhunter heirloom? They will lose their heads. Uncle Alec, you must do it.”

“I will do you one better. I will hang a tapestry,” Alec chuckled.

YASSS I CANT WAIT FOR THE SHADOWHUNTERS TO BE PISSED

AWW THEY DIDNT KNOW THE NECKLACE USED TO BELONG TO MAGNUS

he actually gave to camille first-

Why couldn’t this boy just cause chaos during his travel year like the rest of them? Why did he actually study and do his research as recommended?

why would you NOT study and research during your travel year????

oh shit

well well well

david bby stfu

i love you but pls stop speaking for all our sakes

“Holy shit,” Max said. “It is expensive then!”

“Don’t pawn the ruby!” Rafael warned.

MAX NO-

OH THE STONE COMES FROM EDOM

oh no

pls dont fight

oh so i was wrong about magus confronting him from that snippet

all you need to know is im sobbing right now and grammarly is the only thing making this coherent

dont mind me just

NO I FORGOT ABOUT MAX AND DAVID

GET BACK IN THE ROOM YOU IDIOTS

don't do this to me at 3 am

OK THE DILF PART

thank you for adding light into my life again

(me while editing this: today really isn't my day huh? i just slipped in rainwater outside my balcony because I heard rain and ran there. now my knee and back hurt and I think I sprained (?) my toe-

ANYWAY

wait im gonna go check out the rain and then continue editing this

ok i got bored of the rain)

that made me laugh through my tears

“Objectively good looking?” Jace snorted. “Excuse you, but my parabatai is smoking hot! He is a freaking prize, okay? If we had a magazine for hot shadowhunters, you would be on the cover page. Every single issue.”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Alec interrupted. “Magnus, are you happy? Now all my friends have told me I am pretty.”

“I said smoking hot,” Jace corrected.

“We are not being biased,” Clary pointed out. “It is the general consensus, Alec.”

“It’s true,” Lexi said. “So many people have asked me for your number, Uncle Alec. And I would have given it to them if I wasn’t worried about being turned into a marshmallow.”

LEXI DUHDUGHUDFCUHKVDFUIKFDU

“Dad, I don’t know why you are so worried,” Max said in a bored tone. “You’re a told DILF.”

David choked on his champagne and Jace patted him on the back.

“What the hell is a DILF?” Alec demanded.

“Oh, I know this one!” Jace said excitedly. “It means Dashing and Irresistible Looking Father. Max is right, you are a total DILF.”

“Mr. Herondale-” David raised a hand.

“I heard one of the shadowhunters in their travel year calling me a DILF too,” Jace said proudly.

THAT IS NOT WHAT DILF MEANS OH MY GOD

“It’s not a rumour,” Selena spoke up and passed her phone. “There is a group chat at Scholomance just to thirst after you.”

add me to it

ALL THE COMMENTS I CANT BREATHE

“Alec Lightwood can run me over with a Maserati and I would thank him.”

“Give me that,” Izzy grabbed the phone and started giggling. “Petition for Consul Alec Lightwood-Bane to stab me with his mortal sword.”

“Isabelle!” Alec hissed, cheeks flaming. “Stop it!”

“I want one!” Jace grabbed the phone now. “By the Angel!”

“Read it!” the kids yelled in chorus.

“I would gladly let Consul Lightwood-Bane inspect my mortal instruments,” Jace chuckled and threw the phone at David.

David shook his head vehemently and threw it at Max.

“My body is just a hole for Alec Lightwood,” Max read out loud and started laughing so hard that he fell off his chair.

Lexi grabbed the phone and giggled. “I want the Consul to strip off my runes among other things.”

She passed the phone to Gigi, who looked at the phone and look at Alec.

“Uncle Alec,” the girl said. “This person wants you to crush them with your massive archer arms.”

“Give me that,” Rafael grabbed it now. “Aw, this one is a classic, dad. Alec Lightwood turned me gay.”

He threw the phone at Simon, who stared the screen and looked up. “Uh, I don’t think I can read this one out loud in front of the kids.

“Is this the one about the basement?” Selena chuckled and Simon nodded.

WHAT'S THE BASEMENT ONe

TELL ME

AWW GIGI AND LEXI PUTTING MAKEUP ON DAVID AND MAX RECORDING IT

google translator time

oooo Rafael's gonna talk with Mila

Magnus you're such a good father

seriously

“Sometimes things are just sad. So, you need to let yourself be sad.”

YES

SAY IT LOUDER

THEY ARE UNDER THE BED

AHHH MAX AND DAVID

DAVID CALLED HIM MY ANGEL IN FRENCH

Alec and Magnus hiding under the bed and spying on them is just-

Jace had tried to give Max the shovel talk and had gotten a little too emotional.

of course, he did smh I love him so much

“David doesn’t need a shovel talk,” Alec smiled. “He knows what would happen to him if he hurts my son.”

David gulped. “You will throw me into the silent city?”

“I will ask me husband to portal you to hell,” Alec said – Consul Voice. “We have relatives there.”

the beloved relatives yes

“Goodnight,” Jace gave them a salute. “Have fun inspecting Magnus’ mortal instruments.”

JACE

OH SO THE QUESTION WAS ABOUT SMOKING

damn it

oh my god guys he said he'll stop smoking

just lemme have this moment

my boy's lungs will be intact

HIS LUNGS WILL BE OK

“I can’t wait to see all the messages on the chat after that,” Magnus giggled.

Alec looked up. “I’m more than a tall glass of water, Magnus!”

SCREAMING

In his dream, he saw them again. But they weren’t smiling this time.

what

wait

THE PROPHETIC DREAMS

nope nope nope

Nah I don't know what you're talking about

haha

damn, I think I really hurt my back...

OK BUT THE IMMORTALITY ANGST???? WAS SO SO GOOD???? I know it makes me cry but is it bad that I'm always so excited for angst written by you because of HOW GOOD it is????

"When I die I will love you from my grave" I NEED THIS ON MY FOREHEAD OH MY GOD I LOVE THESE TWO SO SO MUCH

alright I need to get something for my back and my knee (I'm home alone so this will be fun)

OK, I THINK THE NEXT CHP WILL BE ANJALI'S POV I JUST FEEL IT!!! I miss my girl so much I hope she's doing ok. Jaime too...

I'm rereading all of these chapters after chapter 10 because why not. Bye!!

OKAY I AM GLAD YOU LIKED IT BUT I AM ALSO DEEPLY WORRIED ABOUT YOUR HEALTH.

I hope your knee and back feels better soon!

also fuck that teacher yelling something doesn't make people understand it any better ugh dumb piece of shit anyway screw that person.

I hope you get some good rest and recovery from this rollercoaster of a day.

Take care!

[taylorgrace-writes]

Playing Cards

Pairings: Loki x reader

Warnings: daggers, pet names

Word Count: 3k

Genera: none?

Author's Note: So this was originally going to be just a one-shot, but now I’m thinking I might turn it into a series. What do you think? Leave your comments below! -T

You watch as Sam grins, his eyes peering down at the cards held in his hands before looking between you and Bucky. You and Bucky share a quick glance before Sam throws his cards down onto the table.

"Boom! That's how you do it!" He exclaims. Beside you, Bucky rolls his eyes before letting out a heavy sigh and laying his cards down. Both men turn to you as you give Sam an evil grin. You watch as his demeanor changes, a quick flash of worry crossing his face. "Come on Y/N, you lost, just lay down your hand and maybe you'll win next time," Sam tells you, crossing his arms over his chest and boasting in victory.

"I don't know about next time," you tell him, picking at the corner of one of the cards still held in your hand. "I'm feeling pretty confident about winning this time." A smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you lay your cards out on the table over Sams. Bucky succumbs into a fit of laughter as Sam rolls his eyes in annoyance. You rise out of your chair, giving Sam a quick nod as you make your way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. As Sam tries to defend himself, you can hear Bucky snickering in the background. You laugh a bit to yourself as you grab a glass from one of the cupboards and pour yourself some water, bringing the cool glass to your lips as you intake the refreshing liquid. Once back in the common room, you notice Sam and Bucky watching you, eyes wide. "You guys okay?" you ask them as they continue to look at you, not saying a word. "Why are you guys looking at me like that?" you ask them, voice shaky. Before you get a moment to think, your brain goes fuzzy as you try to focus on Sam and Bucky, who are now on high alert. You can see their mouths moving, but no noise they make seems to travel to your ears. Suddenly, the room feels like it's spinning as all the objects around you start to distort. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping this will all be over with soon. When you open your eyes again, you're no longer in the common room at the compound.

Instantly, your knees buckle and you fall to the ground, or at least what seems to be the ground. You try to focus your gaze on something, anything, but you can't because the ground isn't the ground at all. Your eyes are met with glassy rainbow lights streaking across a translucent surface. If you focus hard enough behind, the bright lights seem to be stars, hundreds of stars going on and on for infinite miles. Your breathing is erratic as you look from side to side, trying to figure out where you are. On both sides of you, stars light up the never-ending dark sky and up ahead, a towering city sitting on an island that is supported in midair. You must be dreaming, you think, as none of this seemed to be real or even possible. Fear runs through your veins as you shakily stand up, cautiously making your way towards the large floating city. As you carefully place one foot in front of the other, you start to rationalize what might be going on. Your telekinesis abilities weren't always a gift. Under lots of stress, panic, or excitement, your powers could get out of control and things would go haywire. You hadn't thought winning a card game against the boys would trigger anything, but at this point, you were just trying your damn best to come up with a logical answer. There had to be a reasonable explanation for all of this. So many ideas are bouncing around inside your head that you hardly realize it when you make it to the large gate entering the city. Two guards dressed in golden armor stand outside the gate, two large spears in hand.

"State your business." the taller one of the two stays to you. You bite down on your lip, not sure where to begin.

"My name is Y/N. I'm part of the Avengers-"

"The Avengers, ah, you must be the one Thor was expecting." The smaller one chimes in. Thor? Thor lived here? You had met Thor only once before at one of Tony's many parties. He had been extremely kind to you, even if you were a bit intimidated by his size. "I shall let him know that you have arrived, Lady Y/N." the shorter one said before giving you a quick bow and entering the gates into the city.

"So Lady Y/N, I assume you're from Midgard, correct?" Midgard? What was Midgard? You had never heard of such a word.

"Midgard?" you spoke, puzzled.

"Ah, yes, excuse me for my poor speech. I believe you call it earth."

"Oh, yes, earth," you spoke, nodding your head. The guard looked down at you, giving a tight-lipped smile before his eyes seemed to catch something behind you in the distance. His face faltered for a moment before speaking again, this time rigid and stoic.

"I advise you stand behind me, Lady Y/N, for your own safety." You quickly turned around to see a man with long black hair and golden horns rapidly approaching you. His emerald green cape billowed behind him as his feet smacked against the mesmerizing bridge leading up to the gates of the city. Hurriedly you hid behind the guard, back pressed flush against the heavy gate behind you. From your spot, you could see the man continuing to approach the guard, not stopping until he was standing directly in front of him. "Prince Loki." The guard stated, giving his head a slight bow.

"Open the gates. I need to see my brother immediately," Loki commanded.

"Unfortunately, your brother is expecting a guest from Midgard and won't be available to meet until tomorrow morning." The guard announced.

"Midgard? How important could this mewling quim be if they are from Midgard." Loki spat.

"It is one of Thor's fellow Avengers." the guard said as Loki rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me. Another one of them?" Loki huffed, turning away from the guard and cracking his neck. As he turned back around, he caught a glimpse of your y/c/h hair from behind the guard. He leaned over a bit more to be met with your y/c/e eyes staring at him. "And who might you be?" He asked, reaching out a hand to touch your hair. Before he could grasp it, the guard drew out his sword from his scabbard, pointing it toward the prince. Loki raised an arched eyebrow before looking the guard up and down. "I wouldn't be doing that if I were you." Loki insisted before snapping his fingers and, just like that, the weapon was gone. How was that possible? It must have been some type of power? Before Loki could get any closer to the two of you, the gates behind you opened as you fell backward, only to be met with blue eyes staring down at you.

"Lady Y/N!" Thor boomed as his arms righted you up. "What can I do for you?" he asked, a wide smile spread across his face. Just when you were about to speak up and tell him you had no idea what you were doing here or where you even were, Loki let out a cough from behind you.

"Thor," Loki stated as Thor's eyes drifted from you over to his brother.

"Brother," Thor said, nodding in Loki's direction.

"I have something rather urgent I would like to discuss with you immediately," Loki said as he walked up to you and Thor.

"Loki, can't you see I'm busy with Lady Y/N right now? Maybe we could meet in the morning." Thor told him, resting a reassuring hand on your shoulder. Loki fumed with rage as he marched his way into the city, his large cloak rippling behind him. "I apologize about my brother. Now, what can I do for you?" Thor says as he leads you into the city.

"I'm honestly not sure. One minute I was at the compound playing cards with Sam and Bucky and the next I was here." Thor looks down at you, a quizzical look on his face.

"That is quite odd. Maybe Heimdall would know."

"Heimdall?" you ask, confused.

"The gatekeeper to the Bifrost," Thor informs you, though you have no clue who or what he is talking about. As you venture further into the city, you can't help but wonder where you are.

"Thor, where are we?" you ask him.

"Where are we? Well, we're in Asgard, of course!" He booms with laughter.

"I'm sorry, and where is Asgard, exactly?"

"We're one of the Nine Realms." Thor proudly tells you. He looks down at you to notice you still have no idea what he's talking about. "Center of the MilkyWay galaxy."

"Wait, we're not on earth?" you exclaim as a few patrons around you stare at you from your outburst. Thor looks around nervously, letting out a small chuckle and giving villagers reassuring smiles.

"If you must know, Lady Y/N Asgard is a planet that is a home to many Asgardians. The planet isn't round like earth and doesn't spin on an axis, nor does it revolve around a star." Thor informs you as you reach the palace. "Welcome to the Royal Palace of Valaskjalf." Thor tells you, spreading his arms out wide in a dramatic gesture.

"You live here?!" you gasp as Thor leads you in through the entrance.

"Yes, Loki and I are the sons of King Odin and Queen Frigga of Asgard." He tells you as you marvel at the beautiful mural on the ceiling. Thor notices your gaze and chuckles. "Do you like the mural?" Thor asks you as you shake your head.

"Yes, it's beautiful." You tell him.

"It was painted up there after Odin led Asgard to victory in a war with the Frost Giants."

"Frost Giants?"

"You needn't worry about them as long as you stay away from Jotunheim."

"Is that another realm?"

"Exactly, see you're catching on." Thor tells you as he leads you into a room. There is an assortment of settees and chaise lounges spread around the room with beautifully crafted coffee tables scattered throughout. Through the windows you can see the palace gardens where servants cut and prune the various plants outside. "Please sit. Let me go find Heimdall to see if he has any idea as to why you are here." With that, Thor leaves the room, closing the elegant door behind him. You choose a beautiful wingback chair to rest in as you wait for Thor to return with Heimdall. You take in the surrounding scenery. Beautiful portraits litter the walls as a gorgeous chandelier hangs overhead. You can only assume the rug beneath your feet costs more than your bank account. One portrait in particular catches your eye. You slowly stand up to walk over and examine it. The young male in the painting has long raven black hair and a pale face. His eyes seem to radiate a mysterious green glow to them. His lips are slightly turned upward in a smirk, as if he knows all your secrets. You admire the portrait, your eyes sweeping across every curve and crevice of the man's features. Below the painting is a small golden place. Engraved in it is the name of the man himself. Prince Loki of Asgard. Before you know what you're doing, you raise up a shaky finger and softly run the tip of it over the name.

"Y/N is it?" You quickly turn around to see none other than Loki standing at the entrance to the room, casually twirling a dagger between his fingers. You give him a slight nod as he gracefully walks towards you. Goosebumps form on your arms as the prince continues to slowly walk toward you. Your mind tells you to run, to go find Thor, but your body won't move. You know Loki is bad news. He has evil and hatred radiating off of him. "So tell me Y/N, why are you a part of the Avengers? Ah wait, let me guess, a science experiment gone rogue? A brainwashed prisoner? A mistake never meant to happen?" That was the last straw. Before you knew it, you had summoned Loki's dagger and threw it at him, but something unexpected had happened. He caught it. No one had ever caught one of your knives before. Bucky had trained you himself, and then one day the teacher became the student. "Yikes must have hit a nerve." Loki remarked before you pulled the knife back into your hands. Once again you throw the dagger at Loki, but once again he catches it. How was this possible? As you stood there trying to figure out what was happening, Loki approached you, grabbing your wrist with a tight grip.

"Let me go!" you yell, hitting him in the chest with your other fist, but he doesn't budge. Before you know it, Loki has you pressed back against the wall, wrists held in one of his large hands over your head. His body is pushed up against yours, but you can't move. Everything inside of you is screaming to fight back, to escape his grasp, but you can't do anything but squirm and stare up at him. Panic is written all over your face as he peers down at you, a sly grin on his lip. You watch Loki nervously as he licks his pink plump lips before leaning his head toward your ear, whispering to you.

"Do not disrespect me, little one." The use of the pet name makes a shiver run down your spine. Slowly, his large fingers release your small hands as they fall back down to your sides. Your eyes stay glued to his as he slowly walks away from your quivering form. "So," Loki begins as he lazily falls onto one of the lavish sofas. "You either have Telekinesis or you know magic. Which is it?" His green orbs stay on you as you slowly and carefully make your way over to sit in a seat opposite him.

"Telekinesis." you tell him, swallowing hard. Loki hums, nodding his head. He studies you as you peer down at your hands in your lap. He had come to Asgard today not because of a problem, but because of a person, you. When you had entered Asgard Loki had felt an odd presence somewhere in the universe, he had immediately stopped what he was doing to return home and confide in Thor about it but when he arrived in Asgard, he found the strange presence to be coming from you. When he had first seen you hiding behind the guard, his first thought was how beautiful you were. Probably the most breathtaking mortal he had ever seen. Looking at you, he knew now that he had to help you. He wasn't sure how or why he wanted to, but his heart was telling him to, so he listened.

"Y/N, do you know how you got here?" You look up at him, shaking your head no.

"I was at the compound and then I was here. I don't know how or why and I'm tired and I just feel lost and confused." You ramble to him. "I just want to find my way back home." you tell him as tears suddenly well up in your eyes. Before Loki knows what he's doing, he's sitting beside you, trying to calm you down without overstepping.

"Hey, it's okay. We'll figure this out." He tells you. Suddenly Thor bursts into the room.

"Loki, get away from her!" Thor shouts at his younger brother. As if he was never there, Loki vanishes. You look around the room in shock. How could he have just disappeared? Thor pays no mind as he comes to take Loki's place beside you. "Once again, my apologies for my brother. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to contact Heimdall but my father informed me he wasn't feeling well. Perhaps he went to seek medical practice from a physician. Anyway, until he comes back, I think it best you stay here with us. We can have a guest room prepared for you and you're more than welcome to dine with my family and I."

"Thankyou Thor." You tell him as he helps you rise to your feet.

"There's no need to thank me. I just hope my brother didn't mess with you too much. I know how much of a burden he can be." Thor leads you out of the room and into the main hallway. You follow him as he leads you down another hallway that branches off of the main one, then up a flight of stairs until you finally reach the room you would stay in.

“Gosh, I don’t know how I’m going to find my way around here. This place is enormous!” you tell him. He lets out a soft chuckle.

“Don’t worry, Lady Y/N, you’ll get to know it soon enough.” Thor opens the door to your room and you’re met with a servant girl standing in the middle waiting for you. “Lady Y/N, this is…” Thor trails off as the girl bows to the two of you.

“Alice.” The girl whispers out.

“Ah, yes, Alice. Alice will be your maid during your time with us. Anyhow, I have a meeting I need to attend with my father. Make yourself at home and if you need anything, Alice here can get it for you.” With that, Thor closes the door and leaves you alone with Alice. She smiles at you shyly before turning and tending to the fire. You look around the room. There’s a beautiful four-poster bed against the wall with the fireplace opposite it. The large bay window overlooks the town and off in the distance you can see the rainbow bridge you had arrived on. Beside the bed, there is an attractive vanity along with a tall standing bureau. At the other end of the room, there is a door that leads to the most charming bathroom you’ve ever seen. You smile a bit to yourself before you flop onto the bed. You sink into the plush mattress and relax into the soft threads of the quilt. Maybe your time here wouldn’t be so bad after all.