#glad I could indulge in them once more!! :D

[spoiledleaff]

I saw an AO3 that you sometimes do drabble requests? could I get something kinda sweet with the names Mountain gives Dew?

yeah, of course! i assumed that by names, you meant the flowery nicknames i was blabbing about earlier, but i hope you enjoy it regardless! have some soft mountain/dew below the cut ♡

“Petunia?”

“No—“ Dewdrop growled from where his face was currently squished right up against the hard planes of Mountain’s collarbones, those stupidly long and somehow strong limbs wrapped tight around his squirming frame, his crooked tail slicing through the tension on the air with the intensity of a forest fire.

The fire’s sin had made the mistake of throwing a tantrum when he overheard Mountain indulging in those stupid, flowery nicknames he insisted on giving the rest of their close pack mates; although the exact details of why his temper so suddenly exploded like that were lost to him now. Regardless, the blatantly sickeningly sweet displays of unfiltered affection, tossed around all willy-nilly like had grated on Dewdrop’s final standing nerve, and like the asshole the earth ghoul before him fucking is; Mountain saw right through his temperamental charade.

Mountain spared one angry glance at Dewdrop’s general direction, saw something on his own seething facial features, softening his scowl before scooping the fire ghoul right up in a merciless embrace. Plopping his scrawny ass right down on the couch and whispering flowers to him in the hopes of settling on a name for Dewdrop that the little sin was comfortable with having.

And Dewdrop was, as usual, not having it.

“Acacia?” Mountain muttered again, his breath cool on the fire ghoul’s heated skin. His grip had lessened at some point through this ridiculous endeavor, the length of his claws now skirting down Dewdrop’s spine.

“That’s dumb,” Dewdrop scoffed, although of course he didn’t mean it, “‘concealed love’? Nothing ‘concealed’ about this shit. I thought your stupid pet names were supposed to be accurate? True to our vessels or whatever shit you were spouting earlier.” He huffed, his hackles raised as his scorched tail bristled at how fucking sappy Mountain’s suggestions have been so far.

Briefly, Dewdrop wonders if he went too far in his defensive lies, as the fingernails gently caressing his arched back halted almost immediately in their gestures, Mountain’s features again shifting to an unreadable expression. Every available inch of skin covering Dewdrop’s damned vessel raised with nerves and anxieties, every muscles tense as he was getting ready to claw and bite his way out of Mountain’s slackened grip and lock the door to his dormitory for the next eternity. Maybe burn his corner of the world down to pitiful ash, or bury himself in the garden and hope the bugs with rot his mortal body quickly.

“…I didn’t know that you knew the language of flowers.” Mountain spoke, his words slow and deliberate as if afraid of catching light to Dewdrop’s already extinguished temperamental fuse.

“‘Course I do.” Dewdrop scoffed again, his chipped horn hitting against the earth ghoul’s jawline. “Why else do you think I call you fucking ‘brier boy’?”

[Envy.]

“I thought you were just making fun of me.” Mountain replied honestly, his mossy green eyes peering down at Dewdrop as if the little ghoul just told him that Nihil was the one who hung the stars up in the night sky.

“Yeah.” Dewdrop mumbled, pushing his face further against the earth ghoul’s chest in an attempt to completely hide his miserable existence. This was becoming too vulnerable; too loving a moment for the fire’s sun to properly handle. “I had a couple others too.”

Sathanas below, why would he tell on himself like this?

“You told Aether that I was a ‘golden rod’,” and Dewdrop couldn’t help with awkwardly grin at that one, briefly wishing that he had the courage to see the metaphorical gears turning in Mountain’s pretty little head, “I just thought you were complementing my dick.”

[Encouragement.]

“I mean, yeah, your dick is pretty amazing.” Dewdrop laughed, his cheeks still burning with embarrassment at having been caught out by the earth’s sin; instead choosing to deflect that feeling with awkward jokes and the choice to slam his tail continuously against Mountain’s unbothered ankles of fucking steel.

“You called me a ‘morning bride’, once, when I walked into the kitchen with Sunshine draped over my back at some god forsaken hour of the dawn.” Mountain drawled, the motions of his claws tracing incomprehensible patterns along Dewdrop’s spine once again resuming at a torturous pace that had the little sun squirming. “I thought you meant ‘morning’, like the sun, as Sunshine was fawning over me at the time because only you two get up that early.”

Dewdrop inhaled a shockingly cold breath, his own fingers digging into the susceptible material of the couch’s cushions. His tail halted against the tops of Mountain’s socks, and his head helpless to resist when one of Mountain’s dangerous claws talked at Dewdrop’s chin; the pads of his fingers lifting his chin up and out of its hiding spot of being squished against the earth ghoul’s uniform. Dewdrop choked on that breath, however, when ice blue eyes melted at the sight of sun kissed moss.

“It wasn’t ‘morning’, like the time of day.” Mountain breathed, equally breathless, his impossibly warm eyes wide in their search of a negative reaction; begging Dewdrop to scream that he’s wrong and maybe set something on fire. “You meant ‘mourning’. Like a pincushion flower.”

Dewdrop did not set anything on fire — instead choosing to lazily shrug his shoulders as if he hadn’t just been caught being the same equally insufferable goddamned sap that he had accused Mountain of being. And, in turn, Mountain fucking beamed; the pearly white of his fangs blinding in the eyes of Dewdrop’s guilt.

“A ‘mourning bride’.”

[Unfortunate attachment.]

“Sure.” Dewdrop replies easily, faking an unbothered tone of voice despite his flushed cheeks and ears.

Mountain still smiles wide, and Dewdrop resists the urge to smother the big ghoul underneath his fiery fury.

“You’re cute when you’re mad.” And before Dewdrop could actually smother the earth’s sin, Mountain leaned down and sealed his lips over the smaller ghoul’s own in a well-meaning, chaste kiss.

Mountain’s stocky long tail wrapped itself around Dewdrop’s crooked one, and even when the two parted, their tails remained entwined as one of those large hands came up to rest against the backside of Dewdrop’s head. That heavy palm pushing the fire ghoul back down to properly rest his still scorching cheek against Mountain’s collarbones once more, those long fingers carding through any tangled strands of Dewdrop’s messy hair they could find.

“You’re adorable,” Mountain repeated with that big stupid, goofy grin still stretching at his thin lips, “my little scorched mulberry.”

[I will not survive you.]

And as Dewdrop nestled further against Mountain’s lean and comfortable frame, his fingers idly playing with the various seams and ruffles of the earth ghoul’s uniform, their tails still comfortably entwined together with the beginnings of a purr rumbling through Mountain’s large chest, well— he couldn’t find it in himself to complain.

[fatuismooches]

i'll brainrot with you about dottore and his sick! s/o:

clearly with s/o's conditions it's not optimal to go outside in the freezing cold, but one day the snowfall is so much more gentle outside and something like this is a rare occasion in snezhnaya. would dottore indulge them (of course with plenty of precautions taken) or would he rather not risk it at all?

your writing paints such vivid pictures in my head and i honestly love the comfort and warmth your work brings :]]

♡ 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 ♡

synopsis: Your poor health and fragile condition have consistently gotten in the way of various activities for many years. But that was going to change today, as you were going to take your first step into the flaky goodness of pure, white snow.

includes: dottore w/ gn! reader

notes: Related to the posts under my fragile reader tag. Thank you very much, I'm very glad my writing makes you happy! This was so cute, I originally planned for it to be only a couple hundred words but I went overboard and decided to make it a full-blown piece.

You used to enjoy the concept of cold. Growing up in a hot country had you deeply curious about the kind of weather that would warrant people wearing dozens of layers, bundling up to the point where they were barely recognizable. You wanted to go somewhere that snowed one day, you once told your lover as he sat at his desk, tinkering with Archons knows what. Dottore only grunted in response, saying that if research led him there, you would accompany him. As a matter of fact, there were some Ruin Guards he wanted to take a look at in Dragonspine. You hummed, enjoying the moment as you continued to flip through the picture book.

But now, you couldn’t bring yourself to like the cold. You think that if you weren’t sick, you’d enjoy the weather in Snezhnaya much more, but the cold permeates your body even though you’re inside the lab. (Dottore had to force Pantalone to give him more funds to install more heaters.) You didn’t like to even walk through the halls of Dottore’s complicated maze-like lab because they were too big, making the cold air suffocate you all around. (Unless you’re accompanied by a clone. Somehow, Dottore had implemented a feature into his clones to heat up and become warm, so when you’d cling to them, you wouldn’t be cold anymore. You enjoyed it thoroughly because the reactions of the clones were cute.)

Many days, you spent the time looking out the tightly sealed window at the snow. Despite living in the snow-covered nation for so long, you had never sunken a foot into the powdery fluff. When Zandik was recruited into the Fatui, you were unconscious during the trip because your body surely would not be able to handle such an extraneous journey. How would it feel, you thought? You’ve frequently asked some of your favorite clones to tell you how the snow felt. (You felt slightly embarrassed asking your real lover.) Apparently, most of the time the snow was deep and crunchy from continuous snowfall. If you weren’t careful where you walked, half of your leg could get swallowed underneath! Many children liked to form things like balls out of the snow and play games with them. But sometimes, very rarely, the snow lightens and melts, depending on how the Tsaritsa feels. It’s a beautiful scene, apparently.

You had lost faith in the Gods long ago after your mysterious illness suddenly struck you (Zandik never cared about them in the first place), but you hoped and prayed to any force that was willing to listen to you - please let the snow ease up, just a bit. It was a bit hypocritical since you did not like the cold, but you still desired to experience it like a normal person. You could bear the pain if only to have fun for a couple of minutes. You did not tell your lover this; one, because you knew it was impossible with your condition, and two, you did not want to bother him with your frivolous wants. But it seemed like you were too obvious with your intentions, as one of the first things you’d do in the morning was drag yourself out of bed, despite the great amount of energy it took, to go to your favorite window and peer outside.

“You seem to be quite interested in watching the snow lately, aren’t you?” The deep voice behind you made you jump.

“Zandik! Oh, you scared for there,” you pressed a hand to your heart and quickly took a seat that was already permanently placed near the window, already tired from the past few minutes. Your lover walked toward you, hands carefully placed behind his back, each step calculated. You couldn’t help but find some happiness in that - the way he walked was always so commanding and enchanting somehow, hypnotizing too.

“The weather here is quite different from Sumeru,” you observed. “I can’t help but be intrigued by it.”

“Is that so? It is quite boring to me. The landscape is always the same and it is rather hard to conduct experiments outside because of it.” 

“Heh, it’s always the experiments and research with you. At least try to enjoy it,” you teased, rolling your eyes at him playfully. Dottore shook his head and gently flicked your forehead, causing you to pout.

“Furthermore, the cold isn’t good for you. I believed you didn’t like it, anyway,” Dottore scoffed.

“I know,” you said softly. “But I still want to experience it,” the last part was a mumble that was meant for yourself, but Dottore heard it anyway, making his eyes widen as a thought began to quickly form.

“Do you… want to go outside and see the snow?”

The fact that you were caught made you bolt up straight and quickly try to deny it. “No, no, I’m fine. It was just a fleeting thought,” you quickly reassured him.

Dottore doesn’t know why he didn’t realize it sooner. Of course you would be bored, waking up every day to the same redundant routine, watching everyone go about their daily lives while you sat there, helpless to do anything besides wait for him to cure you. Of course you would want to do something new, after hearing the same repetitious lines of how you’ll get better soon, how he’s working on a new medicine, how it’ll all be over soon, but when was “soon” coming? How long has the envy of others been eating you up? The thought of that made his smile slip.

A soft goodbye snapped him out of his thoughts. A clone had come to administer your daily medicine and get you ready for the day. Dottore quickly put his usual smirk back on and nodded at you. Your gentle smile and a wave bid him farewell, as the clone wrapped his arm around you to support you as you walked away. But Zandik was still thinking. When was the last time he had seen you with a big smile? A big, goofy one that stretched your lips beautifully and made your face hurt from smiling that hard. The answer was, he did not know. The most he could recall was from his Akademiya days, where you would greet him with one of those grins every morning, always a ball of energy.

The fact followed him throughout the day as he worked. The mere idea that it was bothering him so much was simply absurd. But he could not forget about the times his clones has reported to him about the times you cried. When you refused to leave your room some days or didn’t want to eat. He was not one for any type of comfort, not when his hands had committed some of the most wicked acts to man. How could he be, when the first thing on his mind was to hurt others, but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you? 

He did not know what to do, where to place his hands or if saying something would make the situation worse. He did not know what to do other than let you rest your head on his shoulder, allowing you to take his hand and place it on your head, giving him the okay to stroke your hair. He let you babble to your heart’s content and awkwardly wiped your tears away, for when he looked into your painfully bleak eyes that were once filled with life, he did not think he could refuse you.

It was an odd feeling for him. He took pleasure in seeing the pain of others, delighting at the moment when they lost all hope. He found it amusing when others took a stand against him, only to see their expression fall when they realized it was fruitless. But you? The thought of that happening to you made him… He had to do something.

—

One day you woke up, ready to live out another normal and boring day. As you sleepily rubbed your eyes, you noticed something was a bit off. Usually, you could hear the wind howling and the snow slamming against the windows, even if it was just a little bit. But there was nothing. As you lay on the bed, collecting enough energy to get out of bed, a glimmer of hope grew within you. With a great push, you heaved yourself out of bed and made a beeline to the window. You sat down on the chair, and pulled the curtains to the side, prepared to be disappointed, but what you saw blew you away.

The snow had melted significantly, leaving a moderate and easily walkable layer on the ground. The snowfall had reduced greatly, and it no longer pounded on the window. Instead, it flew down calmly from the sky, which was still gray, but it was a beautiful, hazy kind of gray. Now that there weren’t mass amounts of snow blowing your view, you noticed there was some kind of river around the lab. It was still frozen over, but the ice sparkled beautifully and reflected the snow-covered trees. Speaking of trees, you didn’t know it was possible for such boring things to look so pretty. Copious amounts of snow rested on the limbs, occasionally slumping to the ground with a thud, and the process kept repeating as snowfall continued.

Your jaw was slack the whole time, as you continued to take in the breathtaking scenery. Snezhnaya just got ten times better, you thought.

“I see you’ve seen the change in weather, [Name]. It seems to be to your liking.”

“Eep!” you started at the assertive voice that was practically in your ear. Dottore had snuck up on you while you were too entranced by the view to notice him. “You need to stop doing that,” you scolded him. 

His deep chuckle tugged at your heartstrings. “To think that after this many times, my experiment’s results have not changed. Truly fascinating.”

You tried to ball your hands into fists to prevent yourself from blushing. “A-Anyway, you should have woken me up earlier! I didn’t think this was possible!” you fretted, still in utter shock at this. 

“That, I could not do. You know your body requires a great amount of rest.” You couldn’t argue with that. He was right.

“Now, is there something you want to do?” It was as if he had somehow planned for this to happen.

You fiddled with your sweater, trying to find the words for your outlandish request. “Sooo, um, I know this may not be possible, but can I go outside? I know with my health and stuff it may be hard but… just for a bit, please,” your voice got quieter and quieter towards the end of your sentence. You bit your lip in anticipation and nervously kept your eyes trained on the rug-covered floor. The few seconds of silence that passed felt endless.

“Yes, you may-”

“Really?!?!”

Your legs were swinging happily, and there it was. Pearly whites peeked out as you grinned cheerfully and you threw your hands up into the air. The smile he had not seen in far too long.

“But, I will accompany you, and you must stay by me at all times. You must follow all of my directions as well. Do you understand?”

A walk with your lover too? “Yes, yes I’ll do anything you ask!” you easily complied. You gathered all of your energy and squeezed your partner as hard as you could (which, wasn’t that hard, but to you it was) taking him off guard. You buried your face into his midsection and refused to let go, your words of thanks being muffled from being so close to him. Dottore was stiff at first but then eased into your embrace, fingering a cord of your hair.

You were feeling a burst of energy from this exciting news, so you had to do one more thing. You released him, and when you looked up, you could see that same self-assured, confident smile that you loved. Before he could speak again, you tugged on his blue ascot with as much force as you could summon, pulling him farther down to your level allowing you to smash your lips onto his. Catching him off guard allowed you to be in control for a couple of seconds, but it is quickly relinquished as your lover takes over quickly, effortlessly deepening the kiss. When the two of you parted, he had an almost smug grin on his face, displaying his pointy shark-like teeth.

“My my, quite eager, aren’t we? I have not seen these kinds of surprises since those old days.”

“Well,” you pecked both of his soft cheeks again, “you know I always make sure my doctor knows how I feel.” At that point, there was a knock on the door and one of Dottore’s clones came in to help you with your morning routine.

“Go about your day. I will come to get you when it’s time.” You smiled and squeezed his hand once more as you rose from the chair. Dottore’s hands returned behind his back as he watched the clone and you leave.

“Perhaps I should start to add new variables to my experiment… the results are quite interesting indeed.”

—

You could not focus on anything for the whole time. Your mind was all over the place thinking about how satisfying it would be to sink your foot into the fluffy goodness.

Apparently, Dottore had designed some kind of special jacket for you to wear, along with a scarf, gloves, earmuffs, boots, and more. It had some kind of built-in heater somehow, which made everything consistently warm including your body. Normally you’d listen to his rambles on how he created it and such, but you were too giddy at the thought of freaking snow. (And also how he took the time to make all this stuff for you. It probably only took him a short amount of time considering how intelligent he was, but the action warmed your heart.)

There were quite a few clones in the lab area watching you. You think that they seemed happy for you. One of them was helping you put the gear on while your lover set down some ground rules. Zandik also had on a big fluffy coat, which made him look rather cute. You kind of wanted to fit yourself inside of it with him.

“First, you must stay by my side at all times. You’ll probably have to hold onto my arm to steady yourself. We will be following a path. This means no straying in any other direction, at least without my permission. Of course, if you feel that you can’t handle the weather anymore, let me know immediately. Do you agree to abide by these rules?”

You held back a sigh and a laugh. You knew that all of these precautions were necessary but they were still a drag. Plus, the way your lover said it all seriously as if your very existence was on the line made you want to giggle.

“Yes, Zandik. I agree to all of your rules,” you huffed as the clone finished zipping up the jacket. “My common sense is still intact, you know.”

Even though he did not show it at all, Dottore was the slightest bit uneasy. There were many things he did not understand or know about your illness. Would the sudden change in the environment trigger you? He was not sure, but he already prepared for the worst. If anything, it would be a learning experience too - to see how much your body could handle. He was ready to take notes in his head.

“Come here.”

You slowly trekked your way toward him, getting used to the feel of the long boots. It was hard to imagine wearing these every day, but you soon fell into your lover’s chest as he began to stroke your hair.

“Well then, let us go,” he wrapped a steady arm around your waist to help you balance. “Watch the lab for me,” Dottore directed the other clones as they waved goodbye to you.

They were so cute, to be honest. Especially the ones from the Akademiya days.

—

You did not realize the extent of how big Dottore’s lab was until now. There were so many paths and rooms you walked by that you had no idea existed. What was beyond those doors? Some questions were better left unanswered. You were just letting your partner guide you as you clung to his side (the walking was a lot) until you reached a great, big door with a keypad.

“Are you ready?” 

You eagerly nodded. 

“And you do still remember the-” 

“Yes, Zandik, I remember everything you told me,” you groaned. “Please just open the door already.”

“Patience, [Name],” he chuckled. “I look forward to seeing your reaction.” He let go of you and typed a whole long password on the keypad. And in an instant, loud noises exuded from the door as it began to open from the sides.

The first thing you felt was the puff of cold air hitting your cheeks, instinctively making you raise your arms to cover it. In a couple of seconds, the door opened completely and you could feel the light shine down on you. You put your hands down, and the snowy, outside world was laid before you.

It was majestic. The snow has managed to be untainted by any other substances, allowing it to be a pristine white that covered the landscape. Slowly, you took a few steps forward as Dottore carefully watched you, until you were standing at the edge where the floor ended, and the snow began. You took a quick glance at your lover and he motioned for you to go on. And so you did. You stepped into the snow.

The first thing you noticed was the crunch of the snow under your boots. It was oddly satisfying. And the way your foot sunk so easily into, it kind of reminded you of quicksand. But you could kick it around so easily, yet you could see it was hard enough to be used to form something solid. The cold hit you like a ton of bricks, but you were doing everything in your power to withstand it. The enhanced gear from your partner helped a lot. But, all you could say was wow. You were starting to get a bit jealous of the people who could walk in such surroundings every day with ease.

Dottore on the other hand was quite satisfied. The scenery was not what he found appealing. Rather, it was you. He found no interest in such worldly things, but your reactions were ever-changing and amusing to him. A snowflake fell on your nose and melted. You wrinkled your nose at the unfamiliar feeling. And he couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

“Hold onto me. The road is quite icy and slippery. You need to be very careful.” Zandik linked his arms with you, and you gratefully reciprocated.

You could not keep your eyes off anything and everything you saw. You loved Sumeru, but Snezhnaya was starting to grow on you. It was beautiful. But what you loved, even more, was talking to Zandik. You two had not had this much time together in far too long. He enthusiastically prattled on about his experiments, his creations. He even told you about his clones’ journey to Sumeru, and how the almighty Traveler was powerless against them. You indulged him of course. You had always loved his voice, and you found it rather endearing when he’d go on his rambles.

Dottore intentionally made sure the pace was slow and steady, so as to not rush your body or make you too tired. But of course, even after only a bit of time passed, you needed to rest. Thankfully, the two of you reached some kind of gazebo with a couple of benches inside. You had no idea this existed, and it seemed Dottore didn’t either, which didn’t surprise you. That man probably only cared about the entrance and exit to his lab.

The bench was cold but you did not care. Having your lover with you for this long already made you feel warm and fuzzy. Furthermore, you’d be crazy not to take advantage of the situation. You called his name and before you could make a move, he spoke.

“How do you feel?”

“Huh?”

“Has your heart rate increased since the exposure to the snow and cold? Do you feel light-headed? How easily can you move your arms and legs?”

“O-oh, well… um, I feel cold. My heart is a bit fast from the walking, but nothing out of the ordinary. My legs hurt from the walk too… but I’m used to it.”

“Interesting…” Zandik put his hand to his chin as he seemed to think. You sighed, and shifted closer to him, beginning to run your hands up his coat, which clearly grabbed his attention but he watched you silently. Your hands reached his soft cheeks and brushed over the cold exterior of his mask.

“You know, you should take this off more often,” you suggested as your hands began to creep under the sides of the mask. “There’s no one around…” you hummed. Dottore made no move to stop you so you easily slipped the mask off, revealing his sharp crimson eyes boring into you, and scars from long ago. Of course, you couldn’t help but smile at the face of your lover. 

You moved in to press your lips against his, pleased at how you could now gently trace your fingers over his scars. No matter how long you knew him, he was sensitive to touch around that area, so you always made sure to be careful.

It was an odd, but strangely good feeling, Dottore thought. One he did not know he missed, as you began to pepper kisses along the top of his face. It had been a while since the two of you had kissed for so long, which was a result of your lack of liveliness due to your illness. It seems the new surroundings really did help you. He would have to keep that in mind.

“You’re so cute,” you giggled. He frowned at that and grabbed both your wrists, pushing your back onto the bench, and making you yelp.

“Enough of that. I believe that all of this has gone to your head,” Dottore’s domineering tone was back again.

“I was just- eep!” Your words were cut short as Zandik’s lips began to mark your neck.

“The human body’s temperature can go up a substantial amount just from kissing. Would you care to experiment the limits of that with me? You would be the perfect test subject,” you felt his unhinged grin spread against your neck.

“After all, I wouldn’t want you becoming too cold now, hmm?” His impossible strength easily overpowered you as he moved to hold both your wrists with one hand, while his free one rested on your thigh.

As you relinquished yourself to him, your lips were claimed an innumerable amount of times, a clear reminder of who you belonged to.

—

You had to turn in early for the night. The miniature adventure was so, so fun, and it felt like you kicked your illness in the ass for a bit, but now you really had to get some rest to recover what little strength you had. Surprisingly, Zandik was there with you this time, instead of one of his clones. 

“...I’m sleepy, Zandik.”

“Of course. Your body has experienced much more physical exertion than usual. It needs time to relax.” You sighed, letting the warmth of the blankets begin to take you to dreamland.

“Hey, Zandik?”

“Yes, [Name]?”

“Remember when we were in the Akademiya, and during the night, I’d go down into your bunk bed and sleep with you? Hehe…”

“Yes, I remember rather clearly, the intrusion of my privacy and theft of my pillows,” he sighed. The first time you did that, he did not expect to be entranced by the sunlight cascading onto your peaceful face, the fluttering of your eyelashes, and the occasional quirk of your lips as you clearly dreamt of something good. But he had no knowledge of how to handle these feelings, so he shoved you off the tiny bed, rudely waking you up. You ended up walking around the Akademiya with a bump on your head after that.

“I was trying to give you hints, Zandik. You were just dense,” you pouted. “Hey, you should come and lay with me for a bit. Like the old days.”

Dottore was hesitant. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, rather, he was so incredibly busy, especially after today. To be more precise, he felt that time not spent on finding a cure for you was time inefficiently used (most of the time.)

You tugged on his sleeve pleadingly. “Just for five minutes, until I nod off…”

He couldn’t bring himself to deny you, as he slipped under the covers with you. The softness of the mattress, plush blankets, and pillows that had your scent almost made him do a double take. It had been a long time since he was in a bed in general. Perhaps just a few hours of rest wouldn’t hurt. It would boost his effectiveness drastically…

You immediately scooted your body towards his and pressed it into his, nudging your face into his chest. He came to rest his hand on your head, while the other was loosely thrown over your waist.

“I miss you,” you softly uttered. He did not respond, nor did you expect an answer - what could he say anyway? The soft stroking on your head was more than enough for you at this moment, and it quickly lulled you to sleep.

“Thank… you.” You were out like a light, while your lover looked at you, absentmindedly fiddling with a strand of your hair.

It was no simple task to make this happen. But as a scholar, of course, he was able to negotiate. For once, it wasn’t for his own gain, but for you. The results? It was a complete and utter success. 

Dottore could not lie, he felt as though he was back at the Akademiya with you. He remembers the two of you walking down the hallways, your chatty and sweet self a stark contrast to his rather irritated and know-it-all aura. How you would hug him from behind late in the night as he worked at his desk, begging and whining for him to go to sleep as you both had long lectures in a few hours.

He admittedly wants to see you take the first step into a raging blizzard. He wants to see you brave the cold with ease. He wants to see you swing your sword without abandon again, not afraid to take on anyone in a verbal or physical fight. He wanted his assistant back: the one who would be ready to jump down the throat of someone who dared to question him, the one who organized his notes in the most efficient manner.

The God of Wisdom once told him that his research was insulting, contradictory to the rules and ways of life. Now that he looked back on it, he found it amusing - even a Godly being was held back by such drivel. But it did not matter to him. There was no rule or barrier he wasn’t willing to cross in order to cure you, as he had already done it multiple times with no remorse. He would oversee your absolute recovery personally.

After all, there were many more snowy days to come.

Bonus:

“You know, Arlecchino, I saw the most interesting thing the other day,” a soft voice echoed throughout the room.

“Hmm? What was it?”

“I happened across our lovely Doctor going into Her Majesty, The Tsaritsa’s chambers. For what, I wonder? Hehe…”

“...I guess that [Name] person truly does mean something to him, if he was willing to go that far.”

[enderpearlll]

Absolutely loved the bob velseb post! I just want to say thank you cause omg yer writing is so descriptive and i loved that you made it clear that bob is fucked and the reader could lose an arm or two with him. Would def love to see more :D

More Yandere! Bob Velseb headcanons.

I’m glad that you enjoyed the previous set of headcanons for Bob! I’m definitely more than glad to write more ^^

EDIT: I FORGOT A FEW HCS WHILE PORTING THIS OVER OOPS LMAO 😭

TW/CW: Yandere content, cannibalism, sadism, masochism, vivid descriptions of biting/scratching, carving into skin with a knife, blood, murder, etc…

• Bob is very possessive when it comes to you, and doesn't like anyone else laying their filthy hands on his precious darlin'. He likes to mark you up for that reason, and if you'll let him Bob'll gladly carve his initials into your skin where everyone can see. Nothing gets him more excited than seeing you bruised and bitten after a long night together.

• Bob loves to cook for you, and will gladly take the time to make any of your favourite dishes. But be warned that any meat in a dish will be replaced with human meat. He doesn't tell you, of course but it's satisfying to see you fawn over his cooking when he knows damn well what the main ingredient is.

• He also finds it cute when you eat, so he often gives you food or candy to snack on. Bob can't really explain why, but it's oddly adorable just to sit there and watch you eat. (Even though it's creepy to you. He drools while you eat too.)

• He has a massive sweet tooth and a sweet spot for any sort of candy. Bob has a lot of cravings for candy (and human meat) and thinks of you as the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. So he gives you a lot of candy-related pet names. Names like “Bubblegum”, “Gumdrop”, “Sweetie”, “Sweetheart”, etc… Same goes for any pet names related to baked goods as well.

• Now, if you like to bake a lot, Bob will be ecstatic to taste test anything you make. He’s often stealing batter or dough whenever you’re in the kitchen, and will wrap his arms around you and watch whatever you’re doing with awe. Also, did you know blood can substitute eggs in any baking recipe? Bob wants to test this theory out with your own blood, since he thinks it tastes like saccharine.

• Bob, besides his violent oddities and quirks, he is a very domestic man. He dreams of one day settling down with you, adopting or having kids of your own, and being a loving husband to you. But of course, in his own twisted ways. Since he can’t really settle down due to the fact he’s a wanted criminal, Bob can settle for having you to himself for now.

• Now, Bob is willing to kill anyone that hurts you, so if you have any friends or family that are anything less but loving towards you, he’ll kill them with no remorse. Bob’ll be laughing in your face as you sob, thinking that you’re just being irrational. He did the right thing, didn’t he? Come on, he didn’t even eat them! Why would he bother with trash?

• He is a body worshiping man. Bob loves your body with all of his heart, no matter what shape or size you are. If you’re self-conscious or embarrassed of your body, Bob is immediately all over you with affectionate praise and a big smile. He worships your body like crazy, and is offended at the fact that you would even think of your perfect body that way. He’ll kiss and nip at your skin, telling you all the things he loves about you. (He told you that you were the most perfect cut of meat that he’s ever tasted once. Flattering, but also terrifying.)

• Don’t even bring up the idea of breaking up with him. Bob will crack up at the notion of you wanting to leave him. He thinks you’re joking, and will make playful jabs at you for even thinking that way. You ain’t leaving him any time soon, not if he can help it. You’re stuck with him till death do you part.

• Bob has a thing for your scent. It doesn’t matter if you’ve just finished working out, or just got out of the shower, Bob will bury his face in the crook of your neck and indulge in your scent. It’s addictive to him. A lot of your shirts and what not go missing since Bob takes them with him. He can instantly tell if you’re using a new perfume or cologne, hell he can even tell if you’re using a different brand of laundry detergent.

• Bob also gives you his clothes for the purpose of leaving your scent on them, plus the fact that he loves how they look on you. Now, if you’re wearing nothing else under a oversized shirt of his… Bob will pounce on you immediately, ravishing your skin with love bites and the works.

• Bob probably finds it hot if you do the same to him. But unlike you, he has no limits to the amount of pain you put him in. You could give him a playful bite and he will just freeze. You quickly notice his erratic breathing and the drool dripping down his chin as he presses your face into his chest. “Harder.” He even wants YOU to carve your initials in his skin so you could match. He wants you to dig your nails into his skin and bite him until he bleeds.

• Bob wants to be covered in your marks, and he means it. He wants all the bruises, the scratches, the bite marks, everything! Bob wants you to leave a mark on him, loving scars littered across his skin. He thinks it’s romantic and proves that he belongs to you only.

[crypticcowboys]

hi there, i absolutely love your writing! please may i request some general headcanons for mike x gn!reader where both he and the reader are autistic? i’m glad to see that someone else headcanons him as such :D i hope that’s not too vague!!

a/n: thank you for being my first ask :3! and ofc it's not too vague! this is going to be focused more on mike's traits and basically his interactions with you. this was also lowkey self indulgent. i actually really enjoyed writing this so i think i might make another one of these focusing just on him@))@ pairing: autistic/audhd!mike schmidt x autistic!gn!reader headcanons, also autistic abby (the entire family is autistic) warnings: brief mention of autistic meltdown, otherwise fluff. wc: 836 (i ran out of ideas.)

not proofread i wrote this while high

mike schmidt didn't find out that he was autistic until a lot later into his adult life-- only knowing that he had adhd. he always knew that abby was autistic, she had been diagnosed earlier into her life. but him? he never gave second thought to it. of course, he felt disconnected in a sense to the rest of the world. he was there, but he felt like nobody truly clicked nor resonated with him besides abby. of course, until he met you.

to say that mike was truly comfortable with you was an understatement. he didn't feel forced to make eye contact with you, and of course, ended up feeling comfortable enough with you to make full-on eye-contact... each and every time.

i feel like mike's love languages are definitely quality time and physical contact. he enjoys sitting in a room with you as a sort-of body double-- you two don't have to talk at all for him to have a good time with you. he enjoys being close to you, or being in a room with you, the both of you engaging in anything that you'd like. as for the physical touch part, he always needs to be connected with you in some way. in public, he's behind you, interlinking your arms or your hands together and giving you a soft squeeze. or when you're both in bed, and you two can actually fully hold eachother, this man needs pressure. he needs to feel like he's being pressed by a hydraulic press. either lay on-top of him or squeeze him from behind whilst he's the little spoon-he's in heaven.

mike definitely loves the sound of your voice. when you're talking he's pretty much giving you his full attention, even if he's not looking directly at you, or doing something else. he won't mind if you ramble about your special interest or your hyperfixation, he'll listen and ask you as many questions that pop into his mind. he's genuinely curious about what you're into!

as for mike's sPin/hyperfixations, i feel like one of the biggest hyperfixations he ever had as a child was pokemon. it's basic and mainstream, i know, but i feel like he especially took interest in card-collecting. i feel like he's a big collector in general-- he likes seeing physical groups of things that he either picks up or buys himself. he doesn't have much money to expand his collections now, but every once in a while he'll save up to expand them. i feel like he really enjoys miniature things-- like tiny things he can build. this may seem a bit childish to him and he'd never admit it-- but he likes calico critters because of the small objects. he can just never afford the sets. i feel like he also watches tiny cooking videos on his phone when he can't sleep.

mike's also a really big music enjoyer. i feel like he's always got his walkman on him-- several tapes. this man is a sade and jeff buckley enjoyer and you can't tell me any different.

despite the fact that he needs a job to support himself and abby-- mike is quick to burn out with work. he'll start off strong at first, and then later, everything down to the very air he could breathe in the place could just irritate him. besides all the stuff that happened at freddy's, it was... sort of a fresh breath of air, being his 'own boss.' no coworkers that couldn't understand the meaning of taking a break due to overstimulation to nag in his ear during rushes. not that rushes even really existed in the first place at freddy's. but for all his other jobs, he either got fired or outright quit less than 6 months of work because of his dull-minded managers. fast food was the worst-- he'd always encounter rude customers. he got a drink thrown at him, once, and he swore to never work fast food again. he does not back down on promises.

but whenever he does have burnout, or have a meltdown, mike instantly seeks you out first. he's clinging to you like a lifeline, feeling tears springing to his eyes whenever he's thinking about the amount of bills and fees he has to pay, or the chores he needs to do. he needs you to distract him from it all, he needs you to hold him tight and just distract him from everything. the burnout takes weeks to go away, but you and abby just make the experience so much smoother for him.

i feel like mike really enjoys going on road trips and long drives. no destination, just driving around with you and abby, making up dumb stories or you giving storytimes from your job that abby probably shouldn't be hearing, incase she starts picking up words like 'shit.' but she's already picked them up, honestly.

both you and abby are his lifelines. and the world wouldn't quite click if it weren't for you, especially.

[inferencesarchives]

hi!!! i was reading your cookie run fics and i LOVE THEM SM!!! especially capsaicin- hes such a sweet boy 🥺love him to pieces

but,

may i request a dark cacao x gn reader who finds it hard to be serious, and is really bubbly? like they might be at a meeting or something and reader just cannot keep up their serious facade!

thank you and have a great day :D

Bubbly!Reader Headcanons

dark cacao cookie x gn reader

summary: how dark cacao acts with a happy & bubbly s/o (i wanted to make a scenario w/ this but my brain couldn't think of anything good :,)) i hope it's ok and i hope u still enjoy it anon ilysm ty for requesting)

warnings: physical touch, maybe ooc(?) (he is very very soft for u), i think that's all but lmk if i missed any

confused by your constantly happy personality at first, but eventually got used to it and warmed up to you. now, your joyfulness is like a calming remedy for him whenever he's stressed.

thinks it's adorable whenever he sees you trying your hardest to look serious; thinks you always look so cute whenever you do.

^^^ likes to playfully tease you about this afterwards. likes seeing your flustered expression.

he always feels at peace whenever he's around you. your warm and happy demeanor always manages to bring a soft smile to his face.

loves it when you hug him. your touch is warmer than anything else he's ever encountered, and the butterflies in his stomach go crazy whenever you hold him.

likes hearing your voice. he could listen to you for hours on end, so he loves it whenever you indulge him in one of your long talks about anything that you find interesting.

likes spending time with you. your very existence makes him happy, so any time he spends with you and your warm, bubbly nature is time he treasures.

overall very soft around you and loves your personality. you always seem to make him smile, and he's always glad to have you around <33

a/n: he,,,, he is so,,,,,,,,,, anyways um i was gonna set up the event but then 3 requests got sent in overnight so once i finish those then the fun event will come so look out for that yAY,,,,,,, also tysm for showing ur support anon it genuinely means so much to me aaaaa pls request some more stuff if u want ur so nice aaaaaaaaaa would love to have u as a named anon in the aquarium but also if u dont want to that's fine too im just so happy that someone likes my works that much AAAAAAAAA TY <3333333333333333

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[just-a-little-cellist]

Hey! I just discovered your account and I absolutely love your writing-I feel like you characterise everyone perfectly! I saw your requests were open so I was wondering if I could make one? Could you write either Fili or Kili (or both, separately, if you’re feeling up for it but don’t feel like you need to) being protective over the reader? Like maybe someone is being mean to them or they are being followed or something along those lines (maybe with she/her pronouns but they/them is also fine!). You can choose the format-I’m not picky about whether you do head canons or a one shot or anything else. Don’t worry if you don’t feel like writing this and lemme know if I’ve requested anything off limits! Have a wonderful day/night-imma just binge read a bunch of your posts👌

(aw thank you so much! I'm so glad you like my stuff :D I'm gonna do headcanons for this one so I hope you enjoy! I'm also in my Fili brainrot era so thank you for an excuse to indulge it)

(Kili x fem!reader, Fili x fem!reader - mentions of violence)

Kili:

Kili is a little impulsive in the way he protects you. Like if there's someone bothering you he will absolutely cause a scene.

If there is someone being mean to you and he overhears it, he'll wrap his arms around your waist from behind and asks them if there's a problem.

(He gets possessive in moments like these.)

It's not surprising how fast people get scared off by a scowling prince. As soon as he arrives there are lots of bowed heads and mumbled apologies before whoever was bothering you scampers away.

And if there's a man harassing you? Don't even bother trying to hold Kili back, it's pointless.

Any indication that you're being followed, sexually harassed or anything remotely threatening, he's already drawn his sword and marched towards them with fury on his face.

This is more for the threat than with intention to kill, but he will not hesitate to knock out whoever was scaring you.

As soon as they're gone, he immediately reverts back into the sweet, goofy dwarf you're used to. He triple checks that you're alright, that you're not hurt, and then will spoil you with affection for the rest of the day.

Fili:

Fili is much more toned back than his younger brother, but that doesn't mean he cares any less. He's just very conscious about escalating anything in case you get hurt.

When someone is being mean to you, while he does flash a quick glare in their direction, he will generally ignore them. He sidles up to you and presses his forehead to yours in greeting, with his hand on the small of your back, and makes sure to shower you with compliments as he guides you away from them.

And obviously being heir to the throne nobody would even think about saying anything to you again now that they know you're a couple.

If you're being harassed, Fili is angry but will not move to physical violence unless he's provoked.

He will subconsciously put himself between you and your harasser, with a hand on one of the many blades he keeps on his person. He doesn't draw it, but makes it obvious that he is armed.

He tells the person to leave, his voice dangerously quiet. Somehow it's scarier than if he was yelling.

Much like Kili, once he's checked that you're unharmed he spoils you for the rest of the day. He isn't usually massive on PDA - he enjoys it but has an image to uphold - but he will indulge you as much as you want after this event.

[blues824]

I'm like kinda new to your blog but I've read a few of your obey me scenarios and I really love them! Especially the scarlet witch! reader! ^^

I heard that requests were open so I was wondering if you could do an hc with the brothers + Diavolo and Barbatos with a Black Widow! Reader? She's one of my fav avengers so I thought of requesting this! <3

Hope you have a good day! :D

Went off the information in Wiki Fandom because there are a multitude of movies. Gender-neutral reader.

Lucifer

You both acted a lot alike: level-headed, almost emotionless, strong-willed, independent, exceedingly intelligent, and sarcastic every once in a while. He knew a lot about you considering he was one of the ones who examined your student profile, and that made you a bit unsettled because you knew next to nothing about him.

He knew of your heroic streak and your avenging nature, and he admired it. He used to be that way, especially for his family. As we all know, he was one of the angels who fought for his sister because he thought God judged her unfairly.

After spending a while in the Devildom, but more specifically within the House of Lamentation, the two of you grew closer. Lucifer genuinely liked having conversations with you, spending hours sipping on glasses of demonus just reveling in your company.

Eventually, those short drinking sessions ended up in you telling him about your time in the Red Room, being trained to be the best and most dangerous operative. He’s quite impressed with your skillset, but he is a big angry that you were put through that pain and suffering.

Speaking of being impressed by your abilities, he’s glad that you are able to defend yourself. Unfortunately, he is still worried about you, so he insists upon walking with you everywhere (also so none of his brothers steal you away from him).

Mammon

He was most definitely intimidated by you because you acted just like Lucifer did. However, he got to see your more sarcastic side, and now you target him a lot… especially when he’s been particularly stupid. He liked it when you targeted others, just not him.

Mammon got a glimpse of your heroic side whenever Lucifer went to string him up from the chandelier using the WiFi cable. You argued in his place, stating that like everyone else he couldn’t control his sin. Therefore, everyone should be punished if they indulged in their sin.

Honestly, you became his favorite person because you always defended him. You both spent a lot of time together because he grew attached. He tried to disguise it as ‘making sure you were safe’, but you were fairly certain that cuddling in his bed wasn’t exactly protecting you.

During one of these cuddling sessions, you told him how you went through the Red Room when you were younger just to be trained to be the best operative out there and how you were a danger to a lot of people. He was angry, but he just held you close, hands shaking in rage.

You decided to maintain your abilities by going to training, and Mammon sometimes took you because he didn’t want you getting abducted on the street. He saw you absolutely beat the shit out of your trainer, and he spat out his drink in surprise. How in the actual f- could you do that??

Leviathan

You reminded him of one of the main characters in the comic book series that was popular within the Devildom, and you intimidated him like that character did. However, it’s not like how Mammon feels. Levi just thinks you’re so freaking cool that he can’t help but feel scared.

You even acted like her, and that solidified his admiration for you and the character. You were brave, heroic, level-headed, everything he aspired to be. Whenever he looked at you, he had both stars and hearts in his eyes, and you had to admit that it was absolutely adorable.

Mans basically worshiped the ground you walked on. He would set his jacket down just so you wouldn’t have to get your shoes filthy. He is a simp. However, this does make you a bit unsettled because you are used to being attacked constantly rather than worshiped.

Levi loved hanging out with you in his room because you always had interesting stories about your life. However, this time was different because you decided that you’ve gotten to a point in your relationship where you could tell him about the Red Room. As you told him, he gripped his controller so hard that it snapped in half.

His tail whipped out and wrapped itself around your waist, pulling you closer as he held onto you. Sure, your skills and abilities because of the severe training you went through were cool, but it all came at what cost? Even he, as the general of Hell’s Navy, wouldn’t put soldiers through that.

Satan

You acted like him as well, especially with the sarcasm directed towards everyone else, and he doesn’t mind if it’s targeted at him as long as you’re the only one. He finds it amusing since no human besides you and Solomon has had the courage to have a witty battle against him.

He experienced your heroic side when a random demon compared him to Lucifer, and you defended him saying that the two are completely different from each other. He appreciated the sentiment, and the fact that his beloved was so willing to fight for his honor.

I think the two of you always have long conversations about anything that comes to mind. It allows the both of you to learn more about each other, which establishes a closer connection in addition to solidifying the relationship you both already have. 

It was during one of these conversations that you told him about the Red Room. He was shocked that you had to suffer that training, in addition to being beyond angry. You had to hold his hand in yours to bring him back to the present and prevent him from destroying the room.

Sure, your skillset was very impressive, but you had to go through genuine torture just to get those abilities. The Wrath within him is for once righteous and avenging, and he could feel it surging through his body. However, he would hold back for your sake.

Asmodeus

You were very interesting because you were also a bit flirtatious, but also very level-headed when need be. He loved your quick comebacks as they were hilarious to him. Especially if they were directed at either of his two oldest brothers.

He got to see your heroic side when Mammon stole something of Asmo’s to sell, and you used your spy skills to quietly enter the former’s room, steal back the item, and return it to Asmo. The older brother was angry, but backed off once you threatened him with telling Lucifer about what he had done.

The two of you enjoy talking to each other while doing skincare. Be it gossip, an article you read in the news, a post either of you saw on Devilgram, etc. he loved talking to you. You listened and you contributed actually good input and opinions.

One of these little sessions between the two of you led to you telling him about the Red Room, and he was angry that you had to go through that. He held you in his arms as you recounted the traumatic events that happened in your life.

Asmo considered gathering his brothers to go attack the Red Room, but decided against it as it would go against Diavolo’s wishes for a union between the three realms. After all, who would be there for you when you went through flashbacks if he was locked away due to going against His Highness?

Beelzebub

You reminded him of Lucifer, aside from your more flirtatious side. Many times, he spit out the food that he was eating out of pure shock whenever you said something sarcastic towards any of them because he thought that they were way more powerful than you.

As for your heroic side, he saw it when you defended him after he emptied the fridge. You told everyone that he couldn’t control his sin just as either of them couldn’t either, and therefore he shouldn’t be scolded due to the hypocrisy going on.

The two of you loved cuddling sessions once you got more comfortable around him, since they allowed just a bit more closeness between the two of you. You talked about pretty much anything there was to talk about, which led to one fateful day.

It was one of those days where you both were just laying in his bed, talking about what his life was like when he was a young angel playing with Belphie and Lilith, when he asked about your childhood. You let out a deep sigh before telling him about the Red Room and the training you went through in there.

Oh, he was madder than a bull is at a bullfighter. You felt his hold around your waist tighten, but he was careful enough not to hurt you. How could those evil people harm someone as great as you? He couldn’t begin to comprehend the anger that was bubbling up within him. Is this how Satan always felt?

Belphegor

He didn’t like you at first, until you brought out your sarcasm. That was probably when he fell in love: Lucifer was scolding one of his brothers for indulging in their sin when you told him off for indulging in his constantly without punishment as a consequence.

Mans was just about on his knee with a ring, and he hadn’t even known you that long. Ever since then, he was in love (which was a bit out of character for him, but you weren’t afraid to say what you said to Lucifer, the eldest and most powerful of the Avatars).

You both also loved cuddling sessions, but he was able to see your past through your dream. You were having a flashback in your nightmare, and he could sense you moving around and being restless. So, he used his power to see your dream, and what he saw made him angry.

You shouldn’t have had to go through that unwillingly just to become the best agent. Didn’t they know that you were human? Plus, the graduation process seemed absolutely heartbreaking. He was angry, but he knew you would need a good night’s rest, so he used his powers to put you into a more peaceful sleep.

Oh, but he didn’t forget. No, this just reinforced his original thoughts about humanity and their flaws. However, you were an exception. He thought you belonged with the angels; you certainly sacrificed enough to get to the Celestial Realm.

Diavolo

You were his opposite. He was friendly and compassionate (unless the situation called for a serious attitude), and you were always level-headed and cold (but also sarcastic). But, as we all are aware, opposites attract. You were his anchor, and he was your freedom.

He first witnessed your heroic side when you helped him with his paperwork. You read it over and it was a proposal that would benefit the Devildom financially, but it would make budget cuts on the education system. You pointed it out to Diavolo, and he was shocked that someone would worry about money rather than the children being affected. 

Diavolo loved spending time with you, not doing paperwork. He especially loved having tea time with you since it allows him to get to know you more. He already knew about your training from a place called the Red Room, so he thought about asking you about it. The shocked look on your face made him regret asking, but you insisted it was fine.

You told him about the exact training you went through and how it allowed you to be the agent that you are today. You even went as far as telling him about the… unique graduation process. He was devastated, he was angry, he couldn’t even figure out how he was feeling.

What he did know was that he was gonna get that place shut down if it’s the last thing he ever does in his very long life. It didn’t take too much either, considering he was very powerful even in the human world. A few threats and using his demon form to intimidate them was enough, since not even the recruits could come close to beating him.

Barbatos

You both acted pretty much the same, except he was a tad more cordial rather than sarcastic and witty. Although, lighthearted banter wasn’t uncommon between the two of you. It was how you expressed your love for him at the beginning.

As you got more comfortable within the Devildom, you got more comfortable with Barbatos. You were his ‘hero’ because you often helped him with his many chores. It wasn’t much, but it did take a bit of the load off of his shoulders.

Now, this was how you both typically spent time with each other. You would do chores within the same room so that the two of you can still talk to each other. You learned that Barbatos had been the servant of Diavolo since the latter was a child, and that was adorable to you.

When he asked about your past, you stopped wiping the counter. The butler apologized for overstepping any boundaries, but you said it was fine. So, you explained what you had gone through in the Red Room. Barbatos had to stop himself from breaking one of the plates he was drying because he was angry.

He was angry that his beloved Y/N had to suffer through that just so you could be used as a top-tier spy. He later told Diavolo about it, and the next day the facility was shut down for unknown reasons. You figured out that your lovely demon had something to do with it, but you didn’t mind since it meant that no one else had to suffer the way that you did.

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

You just become one of my favourite tumblr accounts. Please share more shuggy headcanons

I also adore your translations nitpicking. My favourite moments are when you ask for original panels. I could read them over and over. Sorry for being creepy.

aw, thank you! that’s not creepy at all, it’s very sweet. (and i’m glad somebody enjoys my nitpicking! i’d do it regardless but still—)

here’s a couple headcanons for you, since you asked so nicely—but below the cut because, as often happens, i got wordy:

in the au where shanks gets buggy to stay with his crew, the incident that got shanks his first bounty and the incident that caused items #4 and #5 to be added to that list are the same incident. (a member of his crew getting arrested was a bit of a trigger for shanks at the time, never mind that the marines had no idea who it was they’d arrested. it’s fine, they manage to repair the building eventually. well, repair… rebuild… same difference.)

i am a “the chapter 581 cover image is a canon event” truther, even though the timing is tricky to make work. in my mind, while shanks is waiting to hear back about acquiring some land in sphinx and buggy is waiting to hear back from alvida et al about where to meet up, shanks convinces buggy to come with him into town on the island where the red force and a couple whitebeard ships that survived marineford have docked. (the impel down guys think this is for a private, elite, captain-to-captain conversation; galdino is mildly concerned buggy won't be coming back alive.) they spot the oden restaurant and its tourist-bait gift shop and buy a couple shirts and the lunch special on a nostalgic whim, and spend the afternoon getting lightly buzzed, reminiscing about the old days, and speculating about how things are going in wano. it’s nice. it’s the nicest it’s been between them in at least twenty-two years. (probably twenty-three. that last year, after the crew disbanded, was… hard, on both of them.) neither of them ever speaks of that afternoon or that meal to anyone, but when the news of shogun momonosuke comes out they each spend a subdued day thinking about it and getting a little more than buzzed.

i could be real self-indulgent and tell you about the kidfic i am doing my damnedest not to write, but i won't. unless…

in a future where the one piece is not meant for either of them and retirement, such as it is, is both possible and desired, shanks and buggy do a lot of traveling together. they visit wano and see momo and hiyori (who don’t really remember them) and meet yamato (who recognizes them instantly from oden’s journal). they visit skypeia and buggy nearly convinces someone that he’s very good friends with that monkey d luffy guy and will definitely give him that big ol’ golden pillar of yours… thankfully (?) shanks is there to stop this. they visit the north and south poles and settle that argument once and for all (though buggy will always insist shanks cheated somehow). they visit a dozen other islands they remember fondly. they visit rayleigh and get absolutely wasted together, and maybe rayleigh gives them a few leads on other surviving roger pirates and they visit them too. and once they’ve visited all of them, they visit roger’s grave—the real one, not whatever propagandist tomb the navy set up to further defame him in death. the things they say to him are best left between the three of them. and then they acquire a good map, circle every island on it they don’t recognize by name, and start visiting those. making new memories together, now that they’re done chasing down old ones.

[starflungwaddledee]

omg thank you for responding to my ask!! tysm for explaining the grammar and even a bit of the culture!! my brain is rotting so much from this newfound knowledge, i might go feral :D!

i do have another question, what irl languages are you referencing from? I think you’ve said ancient greek but i’m dying to know how your brain functions when it comes to constructing this language.

i will say i love the world building you’ve done just explaining starspeak, it’s absolutely ruined my brain and i’m once again living for it!

waa i'm glad you saw the answer, thank you for sending in asks! i'm also delighted to get to share my worldbuilding and cultural headcanons... this is very nice for me!!

i did mention this before but it was quite small and attached in this image which i now realise i didn't put an ID on. so i'll rehash that and explain a little better!

under a cut because no art just text wall, rip;;

i'm referencing predominantly modern greek, because translating back-and-forth with ancient greek is a bit harder and in my quick attempts required more dictionary flipping than i felt like doing for something which is just for fun in my free time. i can and have done it for certain phrases- especially ones that are older even by Celestial standards- but it's mostly modern greek and occasionally a tiny bit of arabic.

i was inspired by naming conventions for stars and cosmic entities on earth, and the general bastardisation of languages that occurs with the proper names of stars

and oooo aaahhg whuuughh i wish i could say I did something really cool and thoughtful, but if i'm being honest with you the bastardisation "process" i go through for this is translates several words in the vicinity of what i want >> mashes them together >> makes them have the vibe i like 😂

(i reckon this would look like absolute hell to anyone who actually speaks/reads these languages though, so again I'm profoundly sorry for that omg;; there's also a very good chance there are overlaps with other languages, or that some of these made-up words might translate for others in ways i can't predict or always catch. i originally designed this only for fun and personal use and never imagined anyone else would be interested in it, so it's a bit of a hot and self-indulgent mess haha)

there are a few words that i've formed which now affect the basis of other words and don't require any further translation of bastardising.

for instance asté for "star" appears very frequently; as you might imagine. another is the diminutive ró which can be added onto or into most other phrases to imply that something is small; ie astéróki (small star).

other aspects- like the existence of formal reverse possessives, or question particles (like you would find in mandarin chinese)- are just ways i think language can be really varied and interesting! i guess i just think there's no reason that alien languages would be formed with the same structures as earth english in particular so if i have the opportunity to do Not That then i do!

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

A Hard Day's Night - Part Five

Summary: Your weekend plans with August threaten to fall apart when it turns out he's been under quite a lot of stress...

Series warnings: SMUT - NSFW, 18+ - Minors DNI! ,

througout - D/s, Male!Dom, Fem!sub, praise kink, use of pet names

part specific - Masturbation (f), fingering, oral (m+f receiving), deepthroating, p in v sex, unprotected sex (be smarter, y'all), slight voyeurism, size kink? if you squint when the planets are aligned..., some angst, use of safeword (Part 4: see A/N for info)

Pairing: August Walker x Fem!Reader (no y/n)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Word count: 1.5k

Part Five warnings: Fingering, oral (f receiving), p-in-v sex (unprotected or at least condomless), creampie, (finally, after 6k: 1 use of the word daddy)

A/N: This has been in my WIP's forever, and I thought "it's crap, I need to edit the shit out of this" and then I just read it and it turned out that naaaaah...

@peaches1958 @summersong69

Strong hands once again took hold of you, this time to move you so that you could take the place on the couch that he had thus far held, while he assumed yours. August on his knees before you was a sight you thought you might never get used to; he looked so out of place, and yet so at ease, at home, even, as he settled between your legs and pushed your thighs apart. Your entire body trembled - in anticipation, and with residual exhilaration from your victory. Soft, slow kisses lingered on your skin as the wet trail that soon ran from halfway down your thigh, up to the throbbing heat between your legs. You were mostly glad when he teased you only a short while, eager to receive the reward for which you had worked so diligently.

A gasp escaped you when his tongue dug between your folds to lick the length of your wet slit before his mouth descended onto the small bundle of nerves that ached so incredibly for his undivided attention. Two fingers found its way inside your core, curling up to find that special spot, and soon he had you writhing under his touch, unable to keep quiet as every move of his hands and tongue. Each time he gently sucked on your clit, you whined and he chuckled. You knew he was dragging this out; if he had wanted it, his hands would have brought you to your undoing not a minute after he started. But you indulged him - you had to, for you were not quite sure what the consequences would be if you didn’t, but you were sure they would be nowhere near as good as this. He did not speak, instead, he kept working your clit with his mouth, his fingers still buried deep within your wet cunt, until you finally couldn’t take any more of it. 

“August!” It was all you could manage, and he understood perfectly. The fact that he did not stop, did not change pace, pressure or movements, but instead continued steadily, was his silent permission for you to come undone in his hands. Your fingers twisted into his hair so you could pull him even closer to you as he kept pumping his fingers inside you and gently sucked your clit until your hips finally stilled as you came down from your high.

“Thank you,” you breathed as he got up from the ground. 

“You deserved it, darling,” he said simply, as if that settled everything. His fingers came up to your mouth, and without even thinking about it, you opened your mouth to lick them clean. 

Before you had good and well returned to reality, you were already being pulled up into his arms. He sat back down on the couch, placing you with one knee on either side of his hips. His face disappeared into your neck, where the coarse hair on his chin scratched softly at your sensitive skin as he kissed all the way from your ear to your collarbone. With a soft groan, he dipped into your cleavage. You had to hold on to his shoulders to ensure you would not fall backwards. His hands traveled up your sides and his thumbs grazed at the side of your breasts. Your nipples had already hardened beneath the sheer red lace of your underwear.

Fingers brushed your exposed skin, goosebumps left in their wake as they toyed carefully with the edge of the cups of your bra, before descending and brushing over your nipples. You whined at the touch, wishing for a more stern approach. As if he could read your mind - and he likely could, as the truth of the matter was that your desires lay openly displayed on your face for anyone to see - he pulled one strap off your shoulder and pulled the fabric that covered your breast down to give himself access to your soft flesh. His mouth followed his hand swiftly, latching on to your nipple and sucking gently. You writhed in his lap, and felt his erection press against your wet lips.

Trembling fingers plucked nervously at the buttons of his shirt, taking several tries to open each one of them. His hands reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, and the distracting kneading of your breasts continued, now alternating between sides every so often, making it even harder for you to undo the final few buttons of his shirt. Once you had finally dealt with the fabric that formed the final barrier between your skin and his, you pushed against his shoulder. He fell back willingly at your touch, and allowed your mouth to seek out his. You rocked your hips against him as you deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth with your tongue, digging your hands into his dark curls. Your fingers explored the coarse hair on his chest, trailing down to his stomach. Awaiting permission, your fingers lingered there, until he broke your kiss so he was able to speak. 

“Sit on my cock, baby,” he whispered softly as his hands hooked beneath your thighs and lifted you higher onto your knees. August groaned when your hand wrapped around him; his breath hitched when he felt the tip brush past your clit and further back towards the slick entrance of your core. You lowered yourself onto him, your walls stretching to accommodate his thick cock as he filled you up completely. The feeling forced a long moan from deep within your chest, August himself could not stifle a grunt of pleasure at the sensation of being engulfed by the warmth of your pussy. You took a moment to adjust to the unfamiliar position, gently rocking your hips back and forth, basking in the delightful sounds of August’s impatient whines.

A finger hooked beneath your chin, pulling it up so that your eyes could meet. You managed to maintain eye contact as you lifted yourself off his lap until his cock was barely inside you anymore so agonizingly slowly that you saw August clench his jaw in frustration. A few short, shallow moves of your hips made him grit his teeth so hard that you could hear it, and from between these teeth escaped an almost animalistic growl when you dropped yourself back into his lap in one swift motion. You repeated the process a few times, while his mouth voyaged again to your neck and chest, conquering every inch, sucking and biting the most sensitive spots - sometimes gently, other times harshly enough to mark your skin. August’s whimpers grew increasingly impatient every time you lifted your hips off his lap, and his moans became more and more feral each time you let yourself fall back onto his cock.

You relished every moment - August hardly ever allowed you to take some control and tease him like this, and you knew how fickle his mood could be. The thought had barely crossed your mind or a deep, startling growl pulled you away from your thoughts. Before you could register what was happening, you were being lifted off the couch. Effortlessly, August put you on your knees on the seat of the sofa, and bent you over the back of it by pushing your head down. The sharp sting of a swift spank on your ass snapped you back to the present. 

“As lovely as that was,” August snarled as his palm struck the bare skin of your behind once again, “I think you need to be reminded that you don’t make the rules around here, princess.” 

Your body bubbled with excitement as August lined his cock up with the entrance of your drenched pussy and wasted no time at all to plunge himself deep inside with one swift thrust. For a deceitfully peaceful moment, he stayed still, as he relished the warmth of your slick cunt around his throbbing length. When he finally moved, you gasped, as he started fucking into you at an unrelenting pace. You could tell from the quickening of his breath and the faltering of his rhythm that he was not going to last much longer. High-pitched moans and squeals escaped you as he thrust inside you hard, fast and perhaps a little too harshly to take completely comfortably, but so incredibly good that you took a bit of soreness for granted. You were slumped over the back of the couch, eyes drifting closed as August slammed into you, thrusts following each other in a rhythm that grew increasingly erratic until there was hardly any cause to speak of any kind of rhythm at all. With all of your strength, you managed an answer to the question you heard coming from behind you. 

“Do you want me to fill up this sweet little cunt, baby?”

Every fiber of your being screamed ‘YES!’, but all you could manage was a soft moan: “Yes, daddy.” 

Immediately mortified at the words that had come out of your mouth, you tried to move away from him, but August held your hips firmly and pulled them towards him as he thrust into you a last time. With a growl, he emptied himself inside of you.

-> Part 6

[insertsomthinawesome]

I love your Genshin lore takes, any interesting hcs/AUs/lore bits you'd like to share? Also, amazing art!

AA!!!!

That makes me so happy to hear actually??? THank you???? I love getting to ramble about genshin or stuff I'm into i'm just often too shy asldfkaslfalsgsdgdsdgsg so thank you!!!!! ;;v;; AND THANKS I'M GLAD YOU LIKE MY ART TOO!!!!!! ;;v;; <3 <3 <3 OOOoooh HMMM, I've been more into TWST and Trigun Recently so let me dig up my braincells to think about it dfLSJFLSDJGLSDGD Throwing stuff below the cut cause this could get LONG

Well on the subject of Itto, I headcanon him being 6'6 ft tall... Why??? Because it makes his voiceline about everybody shorter than him being a child really funny. 🤣 Also because he beeg and you can't convince me otherwise SDLFJSDLJGSLDGSD OOOOH Okay this one is very much a headcanon i have for pure self indulgence: So my two genshin blorbos of main focus are Zhongli and Diluc right? I like to headcanon that, at some point after Diluc was nearly killed by the harbingers, he collapsed somewhere near Liyue harbor (His injuries probably weren't directly related to the Harbinger ones, tho it depends on the amount of time it's taken between That incident and him being in Liyue, I think I came up with this idea LONG before i really understood a lot of what Diluc actually did away from home xD) he's found and carried to Liyue, where he's tended to, probably by Baizhu cause I love Baizhu, and recovers. Its here he's visited by Zhongli. Zhongli knew Crepus. Not super well! They weren't besties or nothin, but Crepus would be in Liyue, and Zhongli would be in Liyue, both of them having some level of prestige, Zhongli through his job and Crepus through his Titles, ended up meeting. They would talk and of course that means Zhongli heard about Diluc. Beyond that even, Zhongli was probably vaguely aware of Diluc's existence just from the fact that Crepus is a Ragnvindr, which means gossip/news on his family spreads potentially across the globe. (And maybe Zhongli checked in once in a while out of honor to a dear friend he hadn't seen in five hundred years...) ANYWAYS. Zhongli introduces himself and mentions he knew Crepus. A grieving Diluc probably asks for more information without really knowing if he wants more info or not. Its through this that Zhongli learns of Crepus's passing, and Diluc being less well put together from his injuries, ends up confessing to having hurt Kaeya. He despairs of ever being able to make up for it, to which Zhongli is surprisingly quiet and attentive before finally speaking up: "...Life is short, like the flower, it blooms for a season, blossoms in all its color and beauty, and then it shrivels away on the winds, nothing left of it but the Sweetness of memory." He pauses. "If you care about your brother, than return to him, confess your wrong doings, and don't let the burden of you mistakes carry until such a time as the ability to do something about them is force-ably taken away from your hands." The mans smile is soft, but sad. Not in a pitying way, and not in a way that is even directed at Diluc, if anything, he seems thousands of miles away. "There are fewer burdens, and fewer regrets, that can weigh heavier." This of course creates a fun dynamic to play around with if Lumine or other events drag Diluc to Liyue later >:D As for AU's I can give you two I've dwelled on!: Number one is an Inazuma rewrite, but I bring in a party of my chosing. I started this one before I played the game, so I didn't exaclty understand what went down in the INazuma plot, but Man I was having fun so xD THe party of choice in this case was Zhongli, Diluc, Thoma, and of course Lumine. I had fun with this idea because it allowed Zhongli and Diluc to function in the plot, and Thoma would be WAAAAY more involved as well. I didn't iron out Loads of details, but I wanted there to be a big confrontation between Lumine and Zhongli based off the fact that Azhdaha's quest happened before Inazuma, and before that was uh. THe reveal of Khaenri'ah. Needless to say Lumine's not exactly feeling the greatest about Zhongli. But she considers him a friend, or at least wants too. Zhongli is dealing with the sting of a pre-inazuma plot confrontation from Lumine, where she confessed that she'd have a hard time trusting him if he kept keeping secrets and he couldn't explain himself.

The two of them were planned to get into a huge fight that ALMOST gets physical. But Diluc stops them (Something something he knows making the mistake of attacking someone you love out of fear and broken trust 🙃) This ends up splitting the party for a while, Diluc going off with Zhongli, and Thoma staying with Lumine. Ultimately I wanted this to end with Zhongli getting to have a bit Showdown with Raiden Shogun, essentially kinda getting to brute force his way into her grief. I always loved the idea of the woman who can't move on from grief talking with the man who has suffered so much grief but still lives, this would kinda allow that, it would also allow for Zhongli to be a little bit of a father figure to Ei in her frustrations and grief. Also it would be hilarious if Inazuma kinda knew Rex Lapis was alive... but he kinda saved all their butts, so nobody's going to out him xD This would essentially spiral into a lot of canon divergence plots and development for the cast of characters that's just, not in canon? But man I still think it'd be so fun :D Also Diluc and Ei eventually become friends through this adsflJSFLSJDLGJSLDGJSDGSDG. I think they could help each other :) The SECOND AU is one where, Diluc, on his journey, ends up getting stuck in Inazuma before he can get home. So diluc is visionless, Has the Delusion, and is not in good health. Itto ends up finding him passed out on a beach, drags him back to Granny Oni's, and his gang nurse him back to health all while assuming Diluc was a victim of the Vision hunt decree (i think the vision hunt decree is pretty recent in canon?? This would be an AU where the timeline got bumped up, probably Raiden starts off a lot slower with the vision hunts, only taking a few of them once in a great while to further "eternity" Until she spirals bad enough to start taking them all.... IDK its rough but workable maybe xD) THis AU is mostly for letting Itto bully Diluc into loving himself among other things xD and the angst of it taking even longer for Diluc and Kaeya to reunite...... WHich i would defo make them reunite when Lumine comes over to finally end the Vision hunt decree soooooooooo >:3 Diluc ends up getting adopted by the Arataki gang, by EVERY member, and he's not happy about it (He is, he's just a freaking tsundere)

[knightofflames]

💛+ThanZag for the snippet ask meme? 👀

💛 reunion kiss / relief

(prompt list)

Despite the blessing of eternally flaming feet, the subdued halls of the House of Hades often felt akin to a chill void to Prince Zagreus when the lingering presence of Death had been absent for too long. The cost of Lady Demeter's biting cold was coming due to the mortals of the surface and keeping Gentle Death busier than ever. Oh, how Zagreus longed to feel the embrace of his gentle Death once more.

Years must have passed since Than could even spare the time to visit him during one of his flights to the surface, let alone for them to be able to steal some meaningful time for themselves. Their longevity mattered not when there was precious little to distract him from missing his Than. Zagreus' heart ached, heavy and yearning, each time he emerged from the waters of the Styx and asked Hypnos if his twin had yet returned home, to be told each time the answer was no.

GUH-DONG!!

The bell that Zagreus had so desired to hear tolled from the west hall and the sound had the Prince tripping over himself in his efforts to get to the balcony with all haste, leaving a string of hasty apologies to the disturbed shades in his wake.

"Pardon me. Can I just squeeze—? Sorry. 'Scuse me, coming through."

Zagreus dashed into the hall as swift as his god-given feet could carry him only to be unable to take the corner with anything resembling grace. Skiding on the loose surface of the rug - currently displaying a cthonic design - he bounced off of the far wall, barely keeping upright as he stumbled onwards.

"Careful, lad." Achilles' voice rang across the open space, but Zagreus only had eyes for the god at the end of the hallway. He must reach his lover quickly before Thanatos had the chance to teleport away again. Silently he begged the Fates to hold the cutting of their threads for just a little longer so he could have a moment with his beloved.

Heart pounding with love and adrenaline, Zagreus rushed forward with far less finesse than he displayed while cutting his way through the denizens of his father's domain. His voice was tinged with desperation as he cried out, "Than!"

The typically somber counternance of Death broke into a dazzling smile as he turned to see the one who called for him. Thanatos' toes had barely touched down onto the thick pile of the rug commisioned especially for him by the Prince before Life, full of joy and giddy laughter, was in his arms and kissing him. Yes, this was just as things should be.

Warm, eager lips pressed against cool, tender ones, opening up and welcoming in as strong, calloused fingers slid into silk-soft silvery strands. The seconds drifted by as Life and Death indulged in one another, oblivious to all around them until the giggling from nearby shades caused them to part, but remaining close enough to rest their foreheads together.

"Welcome home, Than. I've missed you." Adoring looks were exchanged between golden and mis-matched eyes.

"Glad as I am to be greeted by you, Zag, your display makes it seem as if you were a mortal who feared his spouse gone forever."

"It's been years—"

Thanatos tutted and rolled his eyes. "There is no need to be so dramatic. Barely three months have passed on the surface since I was last here."

"It felt like forever to me." Zagreus proceeded to bestow gentle kisses along the line of his lover's jaw and gave a soft tug to the beautiful hair still wound around his fingers, pulling a groan of want from Than's throat and threatening to drag them both into a scene not fit for accidently prying eyes or ears. "How long do you have?"

"Evidently not enough to satisfy you," Thanatos smiled fondly.

"Then I suppose we better make the most of it." Zagreus' coy grin earned him a chuckle and in a flash of green light the pair were gone, leaving only the impression of wings behind to fade in the air.

@glaivenoct Thank you for the prompt! This was fun :D

[zhongrin]

*madly giggles reading horny thoughts at 12pm*

Now, now. Let me share the few I have written… idk if this will ever see the light of day otherwise (I mean where… how would I even post it, it's just me and my horny hormones… and I'm glad I can drag you into this >:D /bonked)

You know how Alhaitham isn’t exactly the most expressive man? But he tries. He tries so hard for you. It hasn’t been an easy road, but once you’re in his heart, he would spoil you every day if he could.

Now. You’ve moved into his house for a few months now, and there are a few things he has noticed about your behavior leading up to your period.

Filth incoming!

You’ve always been rather clingy when you’re alone with him, but he notices that you’d cling onto him even more than usual around one week before your period comes.

He may act aloof, but he actually likes it when you press your body—especially your breasts—against his arms or back. His claims of not liking physical touch really don’t apply to you.

You’d also request more frequent rough fucking. He doesn’t mind, not at all. If anything, he seems a tad bit overeager.

Once, he decided he’d tease you by barely touching you while (awkwardly) dirty talking. He’s amazed at how wet you get from his fumbling words.

He later (correctly) concluded that the closer you are to your period, the more intense your voice kink gets. Just his groans beside your ear and his breathing on your neck can flip your switch.

He tries to be more verbally expressive in bed after arriving at that conclusion, and boy, hoooo boy, once he got the hang of dirty talking, you can’t help but just spread your legs for him every time he calls you (pet) names, inviting him to pleasure himself using your body however he wants.

Yep, he asked for reference books to further improve his dirty talk. You shyly gave him your list of favorite adult short stories. He gobbled them all up over a Saturday and indulged in your fantasies the whole Sunday morning. (Kaveh gave up banging on the door in protest. He spent that day lounging at Puspa Café.)

One of said fantasies includes you getting tied onto the bed with vines from his Vision wrapping tightly around your forearms, a silk blindfold, and his tongue inside your mouth. His hands grip your hips to keep you in place beneath him, your legs spread wide as he slightly lifts your ass up so you can’t buck into his thrusts. You’re just a helpless toy for him to use as his cumdump, both sweet praises and degrading names whispered against your bruised lips. Needless to say, you needed to wear long sleeves for a few days after that.

His aftercare though. ;w; He’s practically at your beck and call after every intense, hours-long session. Water? No worries, there’s always a pitcher ready in your room, “just in case,” he said. Lots of cases had happened. Food? He’d make it himself if he could. But your favorite is just lying on his chest, listening to his breathing and sleepy rambles, one of his arms pulling your sweaty body against his while his free hand caresses your skin.

Uh-huh. Yep. Period hormones, encouraged by Azeru content. Tysm--

i was debating whether i should answer this privately but wtf bestie you need to share these thots with the world they're so good slhdfklsjdlkfjlksdjlkf oh m y g od

"His claims of not liking physical touch really don’t apply to you."

me, whose (giving) love language is physical touch: THANK ARCHONS

dear lord this hits home so hard... his voice (and zhongli's) does things™️ to me... idk what is it about voices... why do i have a voice kink this is unfair

al haitham with his vision... makes me think of zhongli with his vision ueuhuejdheudjeh stone shackles... little geo egg vibrators... archons risu look what you've done to me i'm brainrotting unholy thoughts now help-

his aftercare... oohhhh him and zhongli. kings of aftercare really. i imagine zhongli in particular loves pillow talk. asks you about whether you're satisfied and if you're okay. tells you how good you were being and how much he enjoyed the session. lots of praises and kisses and all the while being smothered within his arms...

random sidetrack i found this one guy who also does n.sfw asmr recently (not genshin related tho, and his style is different from azeru who is basically jp r18 drama cd-esque) and his voice.... ohhh my goddd the rumbles. the deep rumbles. and he does... quite a few... dark content.... and his dirty talking and the way he coos over the listener is really... hsdlfkjsdf listen to it if you have time: soft sample // spicy sample

[ghostofashina]

Fanfiction about me tag meme!

Tagged by @princeparakeet <3 thanks

How many works do you have on AO3?

26. Sometimes it feels I do nothing else than write fanfictions, but I do. I swear. I play the games I write about. :D

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

214,891K. An absurd amount of smut and angst. Sorry not sorry.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Sekiro (11 works), but I write about fromsoftware games in general, except Dark Souls (I failed at playing it). Also, Baldur's Gate 3 but it's more a self-indulgence writing about my original characters. And, surprisingly, I also write about Rings of Power.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Hana no Michi — Sekiro/Emma, 171. [my very first english fanfiction and the first about my otp]

An Edge of Despair — Adar/Arondir, 76.

Once Upon a Dream Now a Memory — Cal Kestis/Dagan Gera, 75. [the only star wars fanfiction i sworn to write in my entire life]

Sharp Memories of a Gentle Blade — Sekiro/Emma, Genichiro/Emma, 69.

The Scars Upon his Skin — Adar/Arondir, 43.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always. Even if I take a long time to do, and sometimes I really take a long time, mostly because I'm doing something else. Sorry, by the way. Adult life just sucks, things are always constantly happening.

6. What is the fic you wrote with angstiest ending?

Ah. Could be Genichiro/Emma fic. They are very angst, I love it. But actually I think it is a Lady Maria/Eileen (Bloodborne). Every time I write about them it goes to Maria's tragic ending, so it always leaves a sour taste in the mouth. But also, I'm always writing angts stuff.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

My newest Sekiro/Emma fic, it's all fluff and tender. But I like to think that Fever Dreams (Genichiro/Emma) also has a veeeery happy ending hehe. If you know, you know.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not on fics. Sekiro's fandom is really chill and I love it to death, it's really peaceful, we're just glad people are making content in the end. But, I've got some about my other pairings, especially Adar/Arondir, but never on my fics.

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

I do, a lot. Of any kind. I see sexual dynamics as a sort of expressions of those characters, so I'll be exploring every trait that fits them in that dynamic. So it can be very sweet or it can be very violent. It really depends on the pairing and the context. For example, I really love to write somnophilia between Emma and Genichiro because it's about control and he is all about control.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest crossover you've ever written?

Not yet, but I plan to write a Kuro and Miquella crossover fanfic when the Elden Ring DLC comes out so I can figure it out what is Miquella's deal. I think they are very similar and would have a nice dynamic to explore.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't believe so. My ships are mostly very unpopular. But if anyone would use a prompt of mine, I wouldn't mind. Even if its something very specific like Memory of Shura.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, I translate my own fics. After all, I'm brazilian and sometimes I write in portuguese and translate to english or write in english and translate it to portuguese.

13. Have you everco-written a fic before?

No, I'm a control freak. I could never.

14. What's you all-time favorite ship?

It got to be Sekiro/Emma. I just loved their dynamic the second I put my eyes on them. It's very subtle and simple, it's implied they have far more story than its shown. They never actually interact romantically, but there's room enough for imagination to run free. I could talkabout them all day long, so I'll just shut up. But, I do also really came to love Genichiro/Emma because of those same reasons.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Gosh, so many! Hm, I have one called "Rebel, Royal Blue" it's Genichiro/Emma inspired by Pride and Prejudice, but it's a long fic, and I've had enough of writing longfics, even so I love that WIP so much, I really want to finish it. At the moment, the main goal is to finish Memory of Shura, I'm taking too damn long.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hm, angst. And a free mind, which means I write about weird stuff and explore every inch of it without putting effort to make a moral compass and tell "this is wrong don't try this at home". I like to believe I'm good at dialogues, but never had any sort of confirmation, so well.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

At the moment, the language barrier. I feel my writing loses power when I'm not writing in my native language and sometimes it can be very tricky or messy.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It's my current 24/7 job. The hardest part is context, like making a joke you thought in your native language work in your second.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Naruto. Kakashi and Yamato. Been there, done that.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

It's A moment of pain, a memory suspended in time. Again, Sekiro/Emma. I loved writing and suffering every inch of its angst and violence. But gosh, who would I be if I didn't say I'm really proud of Memory of Shura? It's the union of my favorite things in the world: Sekiro and Guillermo del Toro. It's very ambitious and very hard, I've putting a lot of effort in it and I'm in love with it.

Tagging: @blackcatofsky <3

[masterwords]

slow motion

Summary: Hotch can't sleep after Foyet's attack no matter what he tries. Derek (and Clooney) have the solution.

Notes: I wrote this as a pinch-hit for a multi-fandom exchange on AO3 back in October and have very (im)patiently waited to share it. Some of you have seen it floating around on anon since mid-November, but tada...it was mine. (Cue both shock and horror...I'm sure NO ONE would have guessed). Anyway. Please indulge me my adoration for Clooney as Hotch's therapy dog, and yes I did give the dog his own backstory.

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Warnings: angst/depression, some residual pain from the stabbings and bandage changes

Words: 4.6k

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His apartment was dark. Even in daylight, he kept it dark. Diffused pale rays crept beneath the drawn shades and pooled on the floor where they landed. They cast no light further than that. He did his best to avoid the way they tried to draw him near, enticing him with their promise of vitamin D.

Instead, he curled up on the couch with a heated blanket and stared with stinging red eyes at the hole in the wall. It wasn't there anymore, not really, but the ghost of it would always be there. Like a glitch in the matrix, he could see it even if it had been fixed.

Fixed. That word implied an awful lot but it backed up very little. His apartment wasn't fixed. The carpet had been patched up, the bloody spot cut and a new piece put in. Hell, maybe the wood beneath had even been scrubbed clean. Good as new. Fixed. The drywall had been sliced open, mudded, masked, painted to match the rest of the wall. Fixed. He had been cleaned out, checked, stitched up, medicated. Fixed.

His phone ringing on its charger barely caught his attention. It was a thick, horrible vibrating sound muffled by the carpet it had fallen into after so many unanswered calls. It could only vibrate so far on a small end table before it toppled over the edge. And there it sat for days, unanswered but fully charged. He sort of hoped that all those old stories about phones on the charger too long exploding might come true but so far no luck. An exploding phone might break up some of the monotony of his sleepless days.

He imagined Cheif Strauss on the other end of the line, asking him questions. Telling him he needed to come in and meet with her before he came back to work. “Under no circumstances are you to just show up,” she would say. He could hear it without having to actually listen. Maybe it would be JJ or Emily or Dave calling to check up on him in their own unique ways. JJ would have a work question to ask him, to draw him out of his shell, something she wouldn't actually need help with at all. Emily would just say something simple. “Glad you're still alive,” maybe. It would be a little sour sounding, but laced with concern because she could never just let herself be seen. And Dave...Dave would wander around a story about something that happened, someone he knew, wax poetic about healing and taking time and friendship, offer up his shoulder to cry on or a bottle of expensive liquor.

Hotch didn't want any of those things.

All he wanted was to sleep. He hadn't slept more than ten minutes at a stretch, by his count, since he got home from the hospital. Jessica had dropped him off, offered to stay and get him settled but he closed that car door and made the best show he could of walking on his own from her little sedan into the apartment building. Once he was sure he was out of her sight, he leaned his shoulder against the wall and slowly pulled himself along fully supported by drywall and beams. His stomach burned, and he collapsed onto his couch the minute his door was locked. Thought for sure he was exhausted enough to pass right out.

He was awake all night. Watched every minute of the night tick by. Agonizingly slow. His eyelids were so heavy and yet nothing he did could keep them closed. Each time he tried there would be a sound...sometimes a real one, outside his door neighbors talking or walking or shutting doors, the water heater or the fridge clicking on and humming. Sometimes he only heard the noises in his head, keys scraping at his door, Jack's little footsteps coming down the hall, Foyet breathing behind the washing machine.

Jessica thought giving him an Ambien would help so she called his doctor and insisted that he wasn't sleeping, that was an easy bottle to get into her hand but it didn't make him sleep it only made him cry. That was worse, so much worse, so that bottle found its way to the medicine cabinet and they went back to ground zero.

“You have to sleep,” she would say, running her fingers through his hair. She would lay beside him with a book or some knitting or watching a quiet movie that would bore them both into dreamland she hoped. “Maybe try a shower?”

He'd already taken two a day. One to wake up in the morning (from what?) and one to wash the feelings off by afternoon. His whole body ached, just a constant dull ache, his belly throbbing...but he was beyond taking the pain medication. It wasn't that bad, it was just part of him. Stiff muscles and joints.

He felt like he'd aged 40 years in the last two weeks.

The phone rang again. And again. It wouldn't quit, so he finally got himself up off of the couch and wandered over with the blanket around his shoulders to where it was nudged into the carpet.

“Derek?” he asked, and realized it had been so long since he'd used his voice that it sounded foreign. Ghostly, withering, raspy.

“Shit, man, I've been calling you for an hour. Where the hell have you been?”

Hotch shuffled back to his nest on the couch and curled himself up around the heating pad he'd abandoned. Its warmth was comforting. “Trying to sleep.” Wasn't a lie. That was all he did anymore.

“Sorry to wake you,” came Derek's voice, and he did sound apologetic. Hotch groaned.

“I said trying to sleep, not sleeping. What can I do for you?”

And that was how he was talked into house sitting for Derek. Not just house sitting, but dog sitting. He had no real experience with dogs, or pets in general, he'd never had one. As a kid his father simply wouldn't allow it, not another mouth to feed. And as an adult, he didn't have the time. Wasn't home enough. Haley didn't want to clean up the fur. Telling Derek all of that didn't seem to matter, he'd already made up his mind. Hotch was the person for the job.

“We're short without you and Reid, so Garcia's coming with us...she's my usual sitter. You're all I got, man. Please?”

He knew Derek had friends who would do it. He could have Clooney boarded at a fancy dog hotel or something. Hotch knew damn well he wasn't Derek's last hope...there were ulterior motives. But being out of his apartment didn't sound so bad. One day, two weeks, didn't really matter. He had nothing on his calendar but doctor's appointments and physical therapy.

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“Clooney, Aaron...Aaron, Clooney.”

“We've met...” Hotch said quietly, standing with his go bag at his feet just inside Derek's front door. He'd moved inside just far enough that his back was to the wall, so Derek could close the door maybe, so he wouldn't be surprised by something over his shoulder maybe. The paranoia was new, and he hoped it would fade out faster in this new house where the shadows hadn't moved of their own volition. Where Foyet hadn't materialized from the inky black into a living breathing demon with his biting knife and his prickly minty breath. The smell of toothpaste made him gag.

“I know, but it's been a while...thought I should reacquaint you. He doesn't like when I'm impolite.”

Hotch raised an eyebrow at the peculiar way Derek was behaving, but when Derek made no attempt to explain it away he let it go. Everyone would have trouble being around him for a while now, maybe. After seeing him in that hospital bed barely breathing, crying, unable to do a single thing for himself for nearly two weeks...he couldn't blame them. It was throwing him for a loop too.

“You can sleep in my bed,” Derek offered, grabbing Hotch's go bag and indicating for him to follow. “That way you don't have to go up and down the stairs. How are you feeling anyway?”

Hotch shrugged. “Better. Good days and bad days.”

Derek thought he'd have something smart to say about it. Just takes time, or some bullshit like that, but he couldn't throw those platitudes at Hotch like that. He cared too deeply for him. Instead, he just set the go bag on his bed and offered him a smile. “Hopefully we won't be gone too long. I'd give you the whole walk through but I gotta be at the jet in twenty minutes so I gotta run. You need anything?”

“Derek,” he said quietly, his eyes trained on the open window that he would soon close. The breeze it let in was crisp and scented with the change of summer to fall but it left him feeling exposed and wary. “I've been here before. I know my way around.”

“I know. I know it's just...”

Hotch didn't have the patience to talk around and around this, he wanted to just come out with it. But Derek had to leave and what would he even say? He was already going to be late, no way he'd make it to the jet in twenty minutes and that time was ticking away as they stood. “We can talk when you get back.”

A smile. Derek smiled and nodded, a look of relief crossing his features. “Yeah. We should do that.” Truthfully, that's all he'd been waiting for. Hotch to want to talk to him. To find out where the hell they were right now, because since Foyet's attack Hotch had been a ghost. Turning away when he should have come close. Derek's olive branch was, he hoped, paying off. “Call if you need anything.”

Derek's house hadn't changed even a little since the last night he'd spent there. He didn't do it often, they really just stuck to hotel rooms, it was easier that way. They could both walk away. It wasn't one walking away from the other, it was shutting that door behind them and walking to separate cars in the same parking lot. It felt like an even playing field.

That was a carefully constructed and deeply dangerous lie though. Because as much as they wanted to claim it wasn't so, this wasn't just something casual. Maybe it didn't have a name yet, but it wasn't casual. And that came with so much extra weight...Jack and Haley, for starters. And then the job. Really, Hotch just knew he came with too much baggage. He couldn't put that on Derek, so he didn't offer. And Derek didn't ask.

Each just assumed that when the time was right, they would know.

Or not. It was casual, remember? At least they thought it was.

But nights like the one almost two weeks ago, when the jet landed at the air strip after a long few grueling days in Canada and Detroit, all they could think about was relief. Release. It was Hotch's turn to be at Derek's, in their casual way of managing that even playing ground idea. Derek wanted a shower, Hotch had a few files to take care of before he could be done, files he simply couldn't take care of in the morning...it had to be done while the horror was still fresh in his mind, shivering beneath his skin.

Coming home to change out of his suit had changed the course of everything. Since then, Hotch just couldn't seem to figure out what to do about it. The stricken look on Derek's face when they all showed up at his bed side was burned in his memory, and the way he flew out the door like the devil himself was nipping at his heels just to ensure Jack and Haley were safe, even in the strange fluid world of morphine he felt how big it really was. So big it forced them apart for nearly two weeks, he guessed.

So now it was just he and Clooney, the dog's tail whacking the floor in a rhythm that sounded vaguely familiar. It was the same rhythm his heart was beating. Thump, thump, thud. “Wanna go outside?” Hotch asked, already feeling like getting out of the bedroom, away from the window once it was closed and locked. The backyard was like a fortress, tall wooden fence and tree lined, a sea of emerald green he could sink his bare feet into and wander through while Clooney sniffed out the best places to relieve himself. On more than one occasion, late nights with loud drunken stage whispers, he'd watched Derek relieve himself in many of the same spots. He never had the courage to cross that line, always kept himself in good enough condition to meander to the bathroom.

Three days without sleep, by his calculations. He stumbled on the steps, lost his footing briefly while he considered the ways his body was shutting itself down one system at a time. Three entire days, not even ten minutes, and as soon as the sun began to sink behind the horizon and pink showered the yard he felt it in his bones. Clooney stared up at him expectantly while he stood there with the tennis ball, wet from fetch after fetch, staring at the color shifting clouds. Clooney barked, snapping him out of his daze. Quietly he apologized and tossed the ball across the yard again, he couldn't count how many times he'd done it. “I think I'm ready for bed buddy, you?”

In truth, he was way overdue for bed. There was a phone call with Jessica to contend with before he could lay his head down though. While he assured her quietly that he was fine, that she was welcome to come by and see for herself in the morning if she didn't believe him, he rifled through his go bag to try and find something to sleep in. If he was the type to curse, he would have uttered an entire string of unpleasant words, enough to make a sailor blush. Instead, he just sighed wearily, too tired to come up with even one solid thought that would help. His go bag had only the clothes he hadn't washed yet from Canada...things had happened between then and now that had stripped his normal laundry routine. It was understandable but frustrating.

“Clooney,” he said, patting the bed beside him once he'd finished with Jessica's inquisition. “You think Derek would mind if I borrowed something to sleep in?”

Clooney's silence was all he needed to proceed. The way the dog cocked his head at the side and thumped his tail against the floor made him feel better about poking around in Derek's drawers until he found a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. The goosebumps on his bare arms and the sight of the slashed scars they flushed up around drew him back to the clothes until he unearthed a raggedy old sweatshirt from the bottom of the drawer. Derek's work clothes, the ones he saved for the messy jobs. He hooked a Northwestern Law sweatshirt that had seen better days and dragged it over his head without hesitation. The cuffs were ragged and stringy, there were worn spots at the elbows and a few places that paint had dried on the hood but it was comfortable and warm and put an extra layer between his too sensitive still healing wounds and the open air. And his sight. He hugged his arms over his chest and walked toward the bed, wondering whether he'd locked all of the doors.

He had.

He checked again. And again. And then he decided to sleep on the couch, just to be right in the middle of everything. Clooney started on the floor right beside him, curled up quietly on the rug while he shifted around to get himself comfortable. Derek's couch was nice, he was no stranger to passing out here, he just had to find a position to accommodate the new aches and pains his body was endowed with.

And when he woke in the morning, woke up after a full night of sleep, Clooney was stretched out behind his legs, his snout on Hotch's thigh, long legs kicked out all over the place. He had no idea when the dog had come, but he showed no signs of moving, and Hotch was slow to realize that he'd closed his eyes and opened them hours later. A whole night passed without him being awake to watch it. He didn't exactly feel like a new person, necessarily, but he felt different. His stomach still boiled from the inside but his eyes didn't burn, he didn't feel half-alive.

Reaching up with one slow hand, he patted Clooney on the head and scratched behind his ear. The dog moved a little, shifted and pressed into the pat, and not ten minutes later Hotch was asleep again without even trying. It just happened.

He slept most of the day like a rock, waking only long enough to take Clooney outside and have a glass of water so he could take his new pile of medication. Jessica would come over in the evening to check on his bandages and count out his pills, make sure he was taking care of himself. She'd already lost her sister and her nephew to WITSEC, she had nothing left but Hotch and his stubborn unwillingness to do what was best for himself. It had been hard at first, but they'd found some kind of common ground, some middle place where she could meddle and he wouldn't argue.

What she found, though, shocked her. He sat, achy in Derek's clothes, half awake while she changed the bandages that needed it. A thing he really could have done himself, but she insisted. Only a few wounds left that were still weeping, refusing to close up tight. They'd packed them with gauze, the deepest ones, and now they were nearly there. The worst of it was over, she told herself while slathering them in ointments and covering them back up. He wouldn't look, refused to. He didn't have to. “They look good,” she whispered, patting them gently once she pulled the shirt back down. “Really good. So do you...you look like you actually slept.”

“I did.”

She didn't ask how, like in some strange way asking how it happened might ruin the magic. She just accepted it instead. He slept. It was another step forward, finally. Forward meant back to work, back to life, finding Foyet, getting her sister and her nephew back. “How long will you be here?”

“Until they get back, I suppose.”

She hummed and nodded, patting Clooney on the head absentmindedly. The dog hadn't left Hotch's side since she'd arrived, just sat leaning hard against his legs while she worked, while they visited. Watching her. She didn't say what was on her mind, that she was glad he was here, that she hoped he'd stay a while. That they'd find a way to work out what they needed to.

Derek was gone four days in total, and came home to Hotch still wearing his clothes but he'd moved to the bed after the first night. He spent more of his time sleeping than awake, setting his alarms regularly to take meds and even venturing out once a day to take Clooney on a real walk. It wasn't far, he couldn't do as much as he'd like yet, but every day seemed to at least be a slight improvement. The ache would stick around a while, he knew, but he was getting stronger at least. Those years he felt he'd aged were slowly dropping off.

More than once he'd even eaten. Not a lot, but Derek had done a little shopping for him he'd found. Another sign, he guessed, that Derek had been planning this rather than it being an emergency. There were bananas on the counter, tomatoes in a basket and whole wheat bread in the bread box. In the fridge he found a six pack of Deschutes Black Butte Porter in bottles beside Derek's Stella Artois. Hotch's favorite beer while he lived in Seattle, you couldn't get it here without a considerable drive or making friends with people who could ship it. That it sat in Derek's fridge now, those beautiful dark bottles gleaming in the sharp fridge light, told him more than he would ever hear out of Derek's mouth. He would wait until Derek was home to drink one, though. They could sit together on the couch, a little too close, and maybe they'd talk or maybe they wouldn't but he figured he'd lean his head against Derek's shoulder and that might be enough to fix what had been broken without searching for words. Neither of them were much good at that part anyway.

When Derek walked in to the quiet house in the middle of the day, he was a little confused. The leash was on the table, Hotch's breakfast dishes still in the sink with a mug of half finished coffee on the counter. He hadn't bothered to call or text first, kind of wanted to surprise them but when Clooney didn't greet him at the front door he was more than a little concerned. Clooney always met him at the door.

The reason, it turned out, was nothing more sinister than Hotch having the bedroom door closed. They were napping, he found when he peeked inside as quietly as he could. Clooney's head rose from where he lay curled up beside Hotch's legs on the bed and then a lazy thump thump thud of his tail followed. But he didn't move.

“You're not supposed to be on the bed...” Derek whispered, tossing his go bag to the floor beside his dresser and entering the room as quietly as he could. Hotch still looked fast asleep, and like he'd been there all day. Maybe all week.

“Derek?” Hotch's voice was groggy, still thick with sleep and muffled by the pillow in his face. He didn't even open his eyes. Derek smiled as he moved closer, sat down on the very edge of the bed so he could hear Hotch's paper thin voice.

“Yeah, it's just me...we got in about two hours ago. Finished up some paperwork and got here quick as I could...you guys seem like you did okay this week huh?”

Hotch hummed and shifted a little stiff beneath the covers. Derek caught a glimpse of what he was wearing and his smile widened, softened. Hotch hadn't taken the sweatshirt off at all except to shower, and Derek knew there was a very real chance he might not give it back. He wouldn't mind so much.

Slowly, not exactly hesitant but something close to it, Hotch's hand slipped from beneath the blankets to Derek's leg and he let it rest there a moment. Taking his lead, Derek followed by resting his own hand on top of Hotch's.

“You sound tired. Lay down with us.”

That was the first time Hotch had ever asked Derek to do something so intimate. Something that didn't involve blowing off steam. At least not while sober. When he'd been drinking all bets were off, he turned into a koala and you couldn't break free of his need for being close. His eyes drifted shut again and he moved until there was room for Derek beside him, until he was sandwiched between Derek and the dog that absolutely refused to be kicked out of his rightful spot. Careful not to touch where he shouldn't, where it might hurt, Derek lay down. A little stiff, a little nervous, he wasn't sure what to do until Hotch reached for his hand and pulled it around his waist, pressed his palm flat against the still aching wounds. “You won't hurt me.”

“It's not...I just...” Derek stammered, not prepared for this reception. All the things he'd been prepared for when he got back, this hadn't even registered as a possibility. Clooney let out a huffing noise and shifted, snorted his disgust for the disturbance. Hotch hummed. Like they were both protesting the noise that was interrupting their precious nap time.

“Talk later.”

“Yo. Officer Clooney, get off of this bed...you're taking up the whole damn thing.” He swatted half-heartedly at the dog who only shifted again until he'd made them more room, put space between he and Derek at least, letting them both scoot closer to the middle of the bed. Hotch made a curious noise in the back of his throat.

“Officer?” he asked quietly, already half asleep again.

“Yeah, I didn't tell you? He's a retired K-9 from Chicago P.D.” Derek smiled to himself, remembering that phone call like it was yesterday. He didn't even want a pet, he wasn't home enough to keep one, but he was lonely. It sort of just fell into his lap.

“They have this dog,” Frain had said, pulling the lid off of her pot of chili. He thought he could smell it through the phone. She had company coming by soon, she was in a hurry and the conversation went fast. “He's barely two years old, well-trained, gorgeous German Shepherd but he took a bullet in the back hip some time ago and he's not able to perform the way they need him to. They tried, they really did, but they said it isn't safe to put him out in the field...the guys were wondering if anyone in the family might want to adopt him and I might have volunteered you...”

“Mama,” Derek whined, but was a little excited in spite of the weak protest. “You know I'm not home enough to have a dog.” He'd make it work, though. She knew it. That's why she already had the dog in her house waiting for him. She just knew. Mother's intuition, she'd called it. He called it meddling. But he drove to Chicago and he picked up Officer Clooney and they drove back to DC, just the two of them. Instant best friends.

“Dumbass got himself shot in the leg when he was in training...they had to retire him early and here he is. Taking up too damn much space on my bed. I told you he's not allowed on the bed right? If you're gonna stay over, we have rules in this house...”

“Mmm...I think it's his bed. He just lets you sleep in it.” Hotch smiled and reached out with his free hand to pat Clooney. Officer Clooney. No wonder he'd felt comfortable enough to sleep for the first time in days, he had his own personal police detail and he hadn't even realized it.

Derek had, though. He knew what he was doing. Hotch wasn't sleeping for every perfectly good reason under the sun, but Derek had an answer for every one of them. As he dared to press his nose into the warm crook of Hotch's neck and close his eyes, he wondered if they even had anything they needed to talk about when they woke. It seemed pretty settled to him.

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The last Commentary request(unless you want more, I'll gladly provide more!), and I'm sad that I can't simply send you ALL of So happy a summer but this scene... it breaks my heart a little in so many ways and I don't even know:

It was plain that Edmund wished to assure her of his honourable intentions, but it was equally plain that he did not yet consider himself at liberty to make her an offer.

“I hope,” he began, a little awkwardly, “that we shall have the pleasure of seeing you at Mansfield parsonage again. Have you plans to make another visit to this part of the country?”

Elizabeth assured him that she should be glad to do so, should an invitation from the Grants be forthcoming – “But as yet, no fixed plans have been made.”

“And if I were to pass through Hertfordshire this coming winter,” continued Edmund, with a speaking look at her, “would I be welcome to call on you?”

“Certainly – I am sure my family would be glad to make your acquaintance.”

“And I theirs,” replied Edmund earnestly. “You have spoken so often of your sisters that I feel as if I begin to know them already. I hope – I hope very much – that I may soon meet them in person.” He hesitated a little, then went on: “I do not know whether I will be able to travel before my father’s return. When he is back, however, and I have been ordained, I shall remove from Mansfield to Thornton Lacey. Once I am settled in my own home, I expect to be at liberty to arrange my time and travels more freely.” He glanced at her, his colour high. “If you are still at home – if it should please you, then, to continue our acquaintance…”

Elizabeth, comprehending all that was implied, managed to reply in a tolerably steady voice: “I should be pleased to renew our friendship when circumstances allow.”

“I am glad.” Edmund said no more, but a warm press of her hand expressed more than words could.

They walked for a half-hour more, Edmund eagerly expounding on the plans for his ordination and all the little improvements he hoped to make to the parsonage at Thornton Lacey. Elizabeth listened, commented and asked questions, though her mind was so busily occupied with the implications of their previous conversation that she feared she sometimes replied almost at random. Fortunately, Edmund, being scarcely in a better state, was in little danger of being offended.

“You will write to my sisters, I hope?” was his parting request at the gate. “I should very much wish to have news of you during the winter – and my sisters, too, of course,” he added, looking a little conscious.

This, Elizabeth could easily promise, having already made the same assurance to the Miss Bertrams that morning. “And I also expect to have frequent news of everybody at Mansfield from Mrs Grant,” she added.

“I shall no doubt often have cause to call on Dr Grant as I prepare for my ordination,” replied Edmund, with a hint of a smile.

Little more was said. Edmund pressed her hand once more; then, with a long, grave parting look, he took his leave.

(Again, thank you for indulging me so much and should you be fed up with this, feel free to ignore this ask)

Thank you for indulging me with so many asks! This has been a fun game, and I have quite enjoyed the chance to ramble to my heart’s content. :D

This was a fairly challenging section to write. So far in the story, we’ve seen Elizabeth comment on her initial impression of Edmund, we’ve seen Fanny’s view of how their relationship develops – but we haven’t actually seen any direct Edmund/Elizabeth interactions from the perspective of the principals themselves. I felt that some on-screen action was needed in order to make the relationship feel believable. But since I also knew that I wanted to leave the fic open-ended, the characters had to sort of dance around the main subject of their conversation, forming an unspoken understanding while not, strictly speaking, committing to anything.

I also wanted to show Edmund in a kinder light than he’d been seen in the story up to this point. After all, he is fundamentally a kind-hearted, well-meaning, honourable man despite his flaws. He’s trying his best, it’s just that his best isn’t always that great.

It was plain that Edmund wished to assure her of his honourable intentions, but it was equally plain that he did not yet consider himself at liberty to make her an offer.

“I hope,” he began, a little awkwardly, “that we shall have the pleasure of seeing you at Mansfield parsonage again. Have you plans to make another visit to this part of the country?”

I think Edmund would be very conscious of his awkward position here. He’s balancing different obligations: what he considers his duty to his family (particularly his father) and what he considers himself to owe Elizabeth. He wants to make his continued interest clear and to gauge her interest, but he can’t just ask straight out. Considering his honest nature, I think this sort of balancing act would be very difficult for him. He’d like to just speak his heart!

Elizabeth assured him that she should be glad to do so, should an invitation from the Grants be forthcoming – “But as yet, no fixed plans have been made.”

“And if I were to pass through Hertfordshire this coming winter,” continued Edmund, with a speaking look at her, “would I be welcome to call on you?”

“Certainly – I am sure my family would be glad to make your acquaintance.”

Elizabeth is also being careful not to say too much, though for different reasons. Edmund probably interprets it as maidenly modesty and reserve, but she’s actually just undecided. She doesn’t want to discourage him, but she also doesn’t want to give too much encouragement. She’s keeping her options open. Fortunately, a lady would have been expected to err on the side of caution, so Elizabeth probably isn’t coming across as cold, just well-behaved.

“And I theirs,” replied Edmund earnestly. “You have spoken so often of your sisters that I feel as if I begin to know them already. I hope – I hope very much – that I may soon meet them in person.” He hesitated a little, then went on: “I do not know whether I will be able to travel before my father’s return. When he is back, however, and I have been ordained, I shall remove from Mansfield to Thornton Lacey. Once I am settled in my own home, I expect to be at liberty to arrange my time and travels more freely.” He glanced at her, his colour high. “If you are still at home – if it should please you, then, to continue our acquaintance…”

I wanted Edmund’s feelings to shine through here. He’s very nervous because there’s a lot at stake, and I wanted it to come across as kind of sweet. I also wanted to give readers a glimpse into his plans. He’s not just stringing Elizabeth along – he’s got a plan and a timeline for when he’ll be able to support a wife. But considering that they’ve only known each other for a couple of months, the prospect of being apart for an indeterminate amount of time (it’s not yet certain when Sir Thomas will actually make it back) is understandably daunting. Edmund is essentially asking Elizabeth to wait and potentially turn away other suitors who might come along. It’s not a small ask!

Elizabeth, comprehending all that was implied, managed to reply in a tolerably steady voice: “I should be pleased to renew our friendship when circumstances allow.”

“I am glad.” Edmund said no more, but a warm press of her hand expressed more than words could.

I think Edmund would be far too prim and proper to ask for a kiss under such circumstances, but I wanted there to be some physical show of affection. After all, it’s a pretty momentous conversation for both of them.

They walked for a half-hour more, Edmund eagerly expounding on the plans for his ordination and all the little improvements he hoped to make to the parsonage at Thornton Lacey. Elizabeth listened, commented and asked questions, though her mind was so busily occupied with the implications of their previous conversation that she feared she sometimes replied almost at random. Fortunately, Edmund, being scarcely in a better state, was in little danger of being offended.

I’m pretty happy with this little summary of their conversation. We see some examples in Austen’s works of characters being so distracted by strong feelings that they hardly know what they’re doing – Darcy’s repeated inquiries about Elizabeth’s family come to mind. Here, both characters are relieved about coming to an unspoken agreement and somewhat caught up in the romance of the moment. It would be too much to expect them to be coherent under such circumstances.

“You will write to my sisters, I hope?” was his parting request at the gate. “I should very much wish to have news of you during the winter – and my sisters, too, of course,” he added, looking a little conscious.

This, Elizabeth could easily promise, having already made the same assurance to the Miss Bertrams that morning. “And I also expect to have frequent news of everybody at Mansfield from Mrs Grant,” she added.

“I shall no doubt often have cause to call on Dr Grant as I prepare for my ordination,” replied Edmund, with a hint of a smile.

They can’t write directly to each other, but there are ways around that. Charlotte, at least, would no doubt be doing her best to forward the match, and I don’t think the Miss Bertrams would mind playing messenger either. Here is also a hint of Edmund’s sense of humour – I do think he has one, though he rarely shows it, and it would certainly help endear him to Elizabeth.

Little more was said. Edmund pressed her hand once more; then, with a long, grave parting look, he took his leave.

And this last line is, of course, a reference to Darcy taking his leave of Elizabeth in Lambton. The circumstances are different – in Lambton, Elizabeth thinks Darcy is walking out of her life, while in this fic, Edmund has made it clear that he wants to keep pursuing her. Still, Elizabeth and Edmund don’t know when they’ll meet again, and it’s uncertain how Sir Thomas will react to Edmund’s marriage plans. I think Edmund would want to fix Elizabeth’s fine eyes in his memory to tide him over the long separation ahead.

I honestly have no idea how the story would continue from the end of this fic – I can see plausible plotlines with either an Elizabeth/Edmund or an Elizabeth/Darcy resolution. I do think that it might have been better for Edmund’s chances to propose at this point. As Elizabeth reflects after this scene, she probably would have accepted him if push came to shove. She’s not wildly in love, but she does like him and he really is a very good marriage prospect in many ways. But, like in canon (though for different reasons), Edmund lets his lady slip away and gives her time to have second thoughts. Still, Mr Collins would make Edmund shine in comparison, so maybe absence would make Elizabeth’s heart grow fonder…

Aaaand I’ll stop here before I end up with an infestation of plot bunnies. :D