#he went to bed in a full set of armor and woke up in his unmentionables

[unkindhands]

I am once again thinking about Studio APPP's Santana

Like on one hand it is very funny that they refused to draw Santana in his little tighty whities even just for a set of storyboards, but on the other hand this alt design fucking slaps and I think about it all the time.

[dindjarindiaries]

Dincember - December 4: Lights

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: Lights

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It was the tapping on your shoulder that woke you. Your chest inflated with a deep breath as you opened your eyes, expecting to see the tiny green child who'd only just recently become an official part of your small family. Instead, you saw Din, his brown gaze full of light even in the darkness of the room.

You'd do anything to keep it that way.

"Din?" Your voice was coated in shared exhaustion and disbelief as you yawned. The chrono read an absolutely unspeakable time of the night. "What is it?"

"I have to show you something." The excitement you saw in Din's gaze was reflected in his voice, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He was fully armored, as if he'd suited up just for the occasion. You know he must've.

"Right now?"

"It'll be quick." Din kissed your forehead. "I don't want to keep you up for long."

You nodded, stretching before you let Din take your hand to support you as you stood from the bed. You threw on a few more comfortable pieces of clothing before you let Din guide you out of your bedroom. He stopped to grab Grogu, who remained sound asleep in the nook of his father's arm as Din slid on his helmet and walked outside to the N-1. "We can't all fit in here," you reminded him.

"We can squeeze. We're only staying on-world." Din got into the pilot's seat first and let you sit second, sitting half on his lap and half on the actual seat as Grogu slept in. your arms. He started up the ship and set one hand upon the side of your thigh, giving it a gentle and reassuring squeeze. "Comfortable?"

"That's one word for it." Your voice was coated in affection as you squeezed his hand back. "Can you even see?"

"Mostly." The canopy hissed closed before Din took the N-1 up into the air, remaining at a slow speed as he cruised towards the town. You blinked away whatever sleepiness you could and waited for Din's cue. "We're almost there."

"Already?"

"I told you we weren't going far." Din slowed down the speed of the starfighter even more, soon pointing to something through the transparisteel. "Look. Do you see that collection of lights?"

You followed his finger and smiled at what you saw. There were a few connected homes draped in beautiful bright lights, some woven together in patterns and others simply a lovely mess. "They're beautiful."

"We used to do this on my homeworld." Din gushed to you like never before, making your chest constrict as you hung on his every word. "At a certain time of the cycle, the whole town would adorn their homes with lights. My mother and father would take me on walks at night to look at them all."

You managed to maneuver yourself enough in the small cockpit to face his helmet, your smile even wider than before. "That sounds wonderful."

"I would do the same with our home," Din went on, "but... our goal is to stay under the radar."

You nodded at him. "Understandable."

Din set his one gloved hand on your thigh once again, his thumb brushing over it as his visor looked towards the lights. "I'm sorry for waking you. I just..." he paused, taking a deep and meaningful breath, "I wanted to continue the tradition with my own family."

You held his helmet and urged it against your forehead. "Thank you." You put as much meaning into the words as you could. "Let's see those lights in person tomorrow."

Din's helmet fully straightened in hardly concealed excitement. "Really?"

You giggled and nodded. "Really."

Din returned your nod. "Okay." He turned the ship around so fast it forced you against his cuirass. "We should go back home and get some rest, then."

You laughed and gave his armored leg a squeeze. "Agreed."

[xxx-wounded-angel-xxx]

I saw that your requests were open?? Could I please request a fic for our lovely Felix?

Anything domestic in terms of how he would be privately with his mate? You can let your imagination run wild, I just need for Felix fluff in my life

Much love! 🤍

Thank you for your request ! Felix and fluff? You sure know very well what I enjoy to write, dear anon. It is a pleasure to fullfill this request for you :) I hope you will enjoy it !

Domestic Life with Felix - Romantic Evening

You were such a dreamy little thing; Felix was so grateful to have you in his eternal life. It was a nice change in his life, ever since you had taken his bloody hands in yours, kissing the knuckles of your true and loyal knight. He couldn’t have wished for a more loving mate, and he was now looking forward to every moment spent with you. Like now, after a day full of duties and hard work.

You had spent a good part of the day reading in the library, and the rest of the afternoon knitting your latest project while keeping Heidi company. Felix had promised to join you before you went for dinner. And as he promised, right before you were starting to get hungry Felix entered your shared quarters. You welcomed him like usual, with an adoring look in your eyes and a bright smile. Your Felix was back home in your arms!

You gave him a warm hug, and you felt him hide his face in the crook of your neck, gently kissing it. The two of you stayed like that for a little while, you knew he needed this peace and quiet after a long day at work, being one of the most important Volturi guard was not an easy task.

Once he broke the hug, your Felix led you to the kitchen installed in your temporary human quarters so that he could prepare dinner for you. You had stated many times that you could prepare your own food, but you had learnt to know that he loved the domestic aspect of it, so you quickly gave up, instead enjoying cooking with him. The fact that he was also a better cook than you achieved to convince you.

Now it was something he was looking forward to, to see your face light up as you would eat your favorite food that he prepared with love just for you.

Tonight was no exception, Felix lifted you and sat you on the counter, preparing your dinner, chatting and laughing, stealing kisses from your lips from time to time, and letting you taste whatever you expressed the want to.

Once dinner was ready, he set up the table, served you and sat with you. The first time he did, you thought it would be awkward to be the only one eating, but dinner time quickly revealed itself as a nice bonding moment for the two of you, to exchange about different subjects, and tonight was no exception.

Once you were done, Felix did the dishes, while you changed into your sleepwear, also brushing your teeth, to keep at bay the temptation of ice cream, that much sugar before going to bed was never doing you any good.

Tonight, you wanted to see Labyrinth again, and since Felix didn’t mind David Bowie and liked to see you happy, he obliged.

When you got back to the living room, the movie was ready to start and Felix handed you your favorite blanket, before snuggling with you and holding you tight. It was his favorite thing, he once told you, to hold you in his arms. It made him feel like your knight in shiny armor, keeping you safe, and you couldn’t agree more.

The movie started, and you enjoyed humming along the songs, until the scene of Sarah’s dream came onto the screen. Felix stood, and as As the world falls down started, he pulled you in his embrace, waltzing with you, enjoying your delighted laughter.

Once Sarah woke up,, the two of you resumed snuggling. When the movie ended, you couldn’t repress a yawn, and Felix carried you to your bed.

Settling under the covers, you nestled in his arms once again, and fell asleep easily, your soulmate being strong enough to ware off any nightmare.     

“Sweet dreams, Tesoro” he whispered softly in your ear as you fell asleep.

[otomefoxystar]

You Reap what you Sow

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing : Ieyasu X MC

Genre: Fluff

TW : Pregnancy

The warlords had been away for nearly five months in the war with Echigo; only Mitsunari had stayed behind, occasionally racing out to see how things were progressing. Two nights before they left, Nobunaga had a feast. Alcohol was flowing, but knowing her limits, she stated she was going to bed before she got too drunk. Ieyasu, annoyed with Mitsunari, offered to walk her to her room. Feeling they needed to sober up, she made them some tea, but she tripped on the rug and landed in Ieyasu’s arms, taking them both down with her lying on top of him. He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand while keeping his emerald eyes locked with hers. His hand went to the back of her head and, tangled in her hair kissing her fiercely. Their clothes fell to the floor, and they woke up naked and entwined in her bed. 

It was awkward afterward; they couldn’t even look at each other, then the warlords left. First, there was acne, and her emotions were all over the place. Then Mitsunari finally figured it out when she cried over dropping an egg on the floor. Then, not ten minutes after breakfast, she was vomiting in a pail. “I don’t mean to pry my lady, but is it possible that you might be pregnant? I’ve been researching all your symptoms in Ieyasu’s library of books, and that’s what I’ve come up with.” 

She smiles at him and ruffles his hair. “You noticed, huh?” She says with a sad smile. “I wasn’t sure until recently myself when I started getting nauseous. “I’ll try to do my best to take care of you in Lord Ieyasu’s stead.” she laughs. “You can hardly take care of yourself.” He chuckles, “Maybe I’ll do better knowing I’m taking care of you and your growing child.” He smiles, but then her face falls. 

“How’d you know it was Ieyasu?” Mitsunari takes a drink of water with his breakfast. “It wasn’t hard; he walked you to your room and never returned, even though he left his scarf in the dining hall. Then you two wouldn’t even look at each other. If I’m wrong, please let me know.” She laughs. “You aren’t wrong. I guess it was pretty obvious.” Mitsunari finishes chewing and sets his chopsticks down. “Should we send him a letter?” She shook her head adamantly. “No, I want them all to focus on their jobs; my job right now is getting through this.” Mitsunari grins. “I have to ride out there next week. You’ll be okay with me being gone for a couple days?” Laughing, she shakes her head. “I’ll be okay, Mitsunari.” 

That’s how it stayed; Mitsunari kept his word and took care of her, holding her hair back when she had to vomit and rubbing her shoulders and feet. Her belly had finally popped out. 

She looked out in the distance one evening and saw them riding up to the castle. “They’re back! Mitsunari, where are you?!” He appeared at her side. “He looked at her, and thankfully, with her haori on and her obi wrapped around her waist, it was hard to see her little baby bump. He didn’t want it to be a shock to the warlords as soon as they saw her.

As they rode up, they all looked weary, but alas, the war with Echigo would continue. She hugged each one of them with armor and all. Mitsuhide smiled at her. “I must say you are positively glowing; it’s nice to come home to have a greeting such as this.” She smiled, but she knew it wasn’t because she was happy to see them; it was the pregnancy.

Nobunaga had planned a celebration for their return after a full day of rest. _ _ _  went about her day as normal. She was walking through the gardens, and Mitsuhide and Ieyasu were nearby talking when they both saw her; not that it was abnormal, she often made sure the gardens were being properly attended to. She put her hand on her stomach and sat down on the bench, putting her head in her hands. “She doesn’t look well.” Ieyasu sauntered over to her, “If you aren’t feeling well, you should be lying down.” She looked up; she knew who that deep voice belonged to. “Ieyasu, “he grimaced, “Come on. I’ll help you get to your room.” Normally, she would have said she could do it herself in order to avoid him, but she felt awful and was exhausted, so she accepted and put her hand in his. 

“Thank you,” she said as he pulled her to her feet. Mitsuhide had a knowing smile on his face and continued on his way as he watched Ieyasu help her inside. His arm wrapped around her shoulders as he helped her to her room. “I’ll untie your obi. That way, it’s not so constricting, especially if you’re nauseous. I have something for that; I’ll get you some.” He snickered, “Last time I was doing this, things turned out a lot different.” she blushed, and he chuckled. “can we forget that happened and be friends again?” He asked, her obi fell away, and she turned around to look at him. 

“I wanted to talk about that, actually, and I hope you don’t get mad.” He was perplexed but listened to her. “I’m not sick.” He tilted his head slightly. “What do you mean? You seem sick to me.” She bit her lower lip, trying to figure out how to tell him. “I feel sick, but I’m not. I’m pregnant.” He searched her eyes, so much emotion filling them. “What? It’s mine, not Mitsunari’s. You’ve been here alone with him for months. “Let me show you then. She faced him as she took off her kimono and lifted up her undergarments to expose her swelling belly, proof of the growing baby inside of her. “Mitsunari and I are friends; he’s been helping me through this, but nothing more. It’s yours, Ieyasu.”  

Tears filled his eyes, and she took his hand and put it to her belly. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he looked at her. “but I don’t want you to be with me just because we’re having a baby; if you don’t want me, I’ll understand -“He glared down at her. “Don’t be ridiculous; if you weren’t being an idiot and actually paid attention, you would’ve realized that I’m in love with you.” Stunned, she gazed at him, searching his eyes. “I guess I’m an idiot too. I don’t know how you feel either.” She put her hand over the hand that was placed upon her belly. “I love you.” 

He took her face in his hands and crashed his lips upon hers. He kisses her thoroughly, his tongue twining with hers. She drops her undergarments, and her arms wrap around his neck. When they pull away from each other, he gazes into her eyes. “Come live with me. I’ve already missed five months. I don’t want to miss anything else. I want to be there through your sickness, through your being upset, through joy and happiness. I don’t want to miss any of it. I want to be a family.” Tears trickle down her cheeks. “Of course, I’ll live with you. I want to be with you.” He kissed her again softly. 

“I’d like to lie down now. I’m still not feeling that great.” He held out his hand and guided her to her futon. “Sleep now, I’ll be back later to check on you.” She nodded as she closed her eyes. Ieyasu smiled and slid the door shut. His heart felt light. Even if the war hadn’t ended victoriously, he was happier than he had ever been, and no one could ruin it for him. He went to the library, grabbed a book about pregnancy, and sat down, reading as much as he could, absorbing the information on how he could help her medically and what herbs he could use for her nausea. “She might have to tough it out .” He comments out loud to himself. 

It was time for the feast, and Ieyasu came to rouse her; she was already up getting dressed, and he helped her with her obi. When he was finished, he kissed her cheek. “Let’s go.” He held out his hand, and they walked hand in hand to the dining hall. Nobunaga let out a hearty chuckle, “I knew you two had eyes for each other, but with how you avoided each other, I never thought I’d see the day that you’d come together. “Ha! This is not just a celebration of our safe return but of your union. Let me pour you both some sake.” She shook her head. “Thank you, Nobunaga, but none for me.” He raised an eyebrow. “You always drink with us. “She smiles softly, and Ieyasu puts his hand on the small of her back. “Ieyasu and I are having a baby.” Everyone was excited and hugging. Ieyasu went over to Mitsunari and reached out his hand. “Thank you for taking care of her.” Mitsunari grinned. “Lord Ieyasu, there is no need to thank me, I was only doing what needed to be done.” She walked over, standing next to Ieyasu, “No, you went above what needed to be done, and you put me before yourself. I will forever be grateful.” She kissed him on the cheek and hugged him. “Thank you, Mitsunari,” she whispered in his ear as she started crying. “_ _ _ and Lord Ieyasu are so kind.” Ieyasu scowled. “Don’t let it go to your head. “Everyone laughed, and seeing how happy their friends were for them made her heart smile. Then she felt little flutters inside of her. The baby had become active from all the excitement. She kissed Ieyasu, and his hand went to her belly, and they both smiled into the kiss as everyone cheered. 

[syn4k]

Two Idiots, One Body | previous • next

Beef awoke with a yawn and a stretch, sitting up in his bed. It took him a few seconds of staring blankly at his bedsheets to realize that he was, in fact, looking at his bedsheets and not at the back of his eyelids like he originally thought he was. 

In fact, he discovered after clumsily waving his hand around in front of his face for a moment or two, he was barely registering anything this morning, which normally only happened when he was really, really tired. It was like someone had tossed a thick white veil over his vision and a thick fog into his brain. 

Only dimly registering that he seemed to be moving on autopilot this morning, he went with it and spent his normal morning routine thinking about what on earth could be going on here. Coffee with two shots of creamer and a tablespoon of sugar, just like he always made it... 

Beef suddenly snapped to reality so quickly that he felt like he'd been whacked with a sheet of linoleum. He didn't like his coffee with sugar and creamer, he drank it black! Come to think about it, this was day 2 of the season! How did he even have coffee, much less a coffee machine? And that wasn't even the worst of it. 

Beef turned around slowly, taking in the surroundings. He was standing in what could pass as a kitchen inside of what was clearly a cave. Yes, there was the entrance over there. In one corner lay a lime-green bed. 

This wasn't his house. 

Beef didn't even have a house yet because he wasn't here yesterday! 

Despite all of the pitfalls in his memory, however, Beef already knew exactly who was behind all of this. 

"Iskall," he said loudly into the cool air of the cave. Then, louder: "ISKALL!" 

The cave did not respond. Neither did Iskall. 

Beef stalked outside (he did not stomp when he was angry, he just walked with an incredibly menacing aura) and glowered at the area around him. There were a couple of tuff pillars and random chests around. It was a beautiful morning, with thin wisps of stratus clouds flying their pale banners above a bright white sun. The air smelled sweet and fresh. 

"When I get my hands on Iskall85," Beef declared to the open sky, "I am going to prank her so hard that he's going to be finding wet sand in her socks for the next season and a half. May God be my witness." 

"Hm?" asked a voice nearby. Beef turned around to see Stress' head pop up over the top of the nearby hill. "Oh, hi Beef! Glad you made it!" 

"Hello, Stress," said Beef, nodding up at her. "Have you seen Iskall lately?"

Stress scrunched her face up in thought. "Hmm," she said, "no, not this morning, but he was here yesterday. I can send her a message if you want." 

"Sure," said Beef, looking around again to try and get his bearings. Iskall's base was just east of spawn, with Ren and Cleo nearby. 

Again, Beef had zero idea how he knew any of this, seeing as this was his first time on the server. 

"By the way," said Stress, hopping down to squint at him, "did you steal Iskall's armor?" 

"What?" asked Beef, looking down and realizing as he did that he was indeed wearing a full set of iron plate armor, complete with a diamond helmet and boots. "What?"

"You're not very good at lying, love," said Stress, mistaking his utter confusion for a weak attempt at an alibi. "That's his armor. And her shield, too. There's chests full of materials next to spawn, divided up for everybody. There should be one for you, unless Grian took it."

"I know," snapped Beef, even though he definitely did not before that moment. Stress raised an eyebrow at him and he sighed. "I'm sorry. It's been a really weird morning. I woke up in Iskall's bed with all of his stuff on me and I just want to know what exactly she did and how on Earth he did it." 

"Okay," said Stress, still not sounding entirely convinced. "Well, the most I got out of her yesterday was that he was still recovering from a monster cold. The last I saw her was in this area yesterday. Maybe you could go ask Mumbo for news." 

-- 

"Yeah, I have no idea," said Mumbo, a little too cheerfully for a man standing in full iron armor. "Haven't seen him at all today." 

Beef frowned. "Nothing?"

"Nope," said Mumbo, absently walking to one side. The man was always in motion. It was really distracting. Beef had to repress a sigh as he turned to follow him. "No messages, no notes in your base, no nothing?" 

"No nothing," Mumbo confirmed. "If you want me to tell ya when he shows up, I can do that." 

"Please," said Beef. "That would be extremely helpful." 

"Am I allowed to know why you want to know her whereabouts so badly?" asked Mumbo, raising one eyebrow. "Or is that classified information?" 

Beef paused a moment. On one hand, he was happy to explain. On the other, he couldn't exactly say that he woke up in Iskall's bed with his armor on and all her tools in his inventory now could he? Beef internally shuddered to think of the implications of that. 

"It's classified," he said with a nod. "Thank you, though." 

Mumbo nodded in return. "No problem, mate," he said, going back to whatever it was he was doing with no further questions. Beef appreciated that quality in a man. Most people, when probed for the sort of information he was after, would ask awkward things like why and how and what's up with this guy. Mumbo, meanwhile, was blissfully head-empty when it came to all matters except for redstone knowledge and Grian. 

-- 

After that conversation, the strange mental fog cleared out almost instantly. Beef got to work building a house close to but not too close to spawn, choosing the location for the flatness of the land and the tranquilness of the surrounding landscape. It was a quiet place, a comfortable spot where you could kick back on the front porch and watch the sunset. 

Beef went to sleep that night in his own bed that he'd build himself, comfortable and cosy. Maybe, he thought as he drifted off to sleep, Iskall would be online tomorrow. And if he was, there'd be hell to pay...

[scribeofskyrim]

Turdas, 21st of Frostfall, 4E 201

I am so excited to sleep in an actual bed!

It would be better if we were somewhere cozy, like back home at the Manor, or at an inn, but I'll take it over last night's freezing half-sleep in that sad excuse for a tent!

How do the Forsworn DO it? I mean, I know they wander around half-naked most of the time anyway, but I can't imagine sleeping like that every night!

At least the witches have some sense.

Anyway, we all woke up cold and hardly rested. The fire just kept us from freezing to death, so we were all feeling a little "off" today. Lydia mostly spoke in noises, and Valdimar's sunny humor turned to sarcasm. Erandur, well…

I want to say he was about as well-tempered as a dragon, but I'll be honest, I was just as snappish as he was. I feel bad for the others for having to deal with us today.

We spent a good while looking around the ruins and the clearing, checking the bodies we didn't get to yesterday and scouting out any extra loot. We found a lot of supplies, a decent amount of gold, and even some handy potions.

I also found another letter, this one addressed to their Matriarch. It said they were ready to attack, and were just waiting for her to give the word. Hopefully us clearing this place out throws off their plans enough to matter.

It took me a while to search through everything because Erandur and I kept having to stop and warm up by the fires, and we could tell the others were getting impatient.

Oh, well. I told them that unless they wanted to thaw us out later, they'd just have to wait!

Septim was the only one acting like his old self, and I think he knew we were all on edge from the cold and the bad sleep. He started frolicking in the snow like a puppy, and actually got a smile and some laughs out of Erandur and Valdimar. Lydia called him stupid, but scratched his ears whenever he walked by her.

I wish I could make him an enchanted collar or something to keep him safe.

It was afternoon by the time we finished checking the outside, and there was only one small area left to go in; the big tower in the back left corner.

It felt so NICE to get in out of the cold! There's a small brazier right by the door, along with a table and some shelves with a few alchemy ingredients, and beyond that, a door.

We took a minute to warm up - Even the two Nords appreciated that - and opened the door.

I don't know what I expected, but I wasn't expecting to see two witches and a hagraven having dinner.

I think they were just as surprised as we were, and after a second of just staring at each other, a storm of magic exploded from both sides, scattering dishes and food everywhere. The witches died, but the hagraven teleported out of there!

We took a second to look around, and gather more supplies. There was a third dead witch that had run in from the side room where we're going to sleep tonight. As for this room, it's got a high ceiling with a long dining table down the middle. The fireplace and cookpot are on one side, and some shelves and the door to the sleeping area on the other. There's a door at the far end, leading to the rest of the place.

There's five beds in the bedroom, along with an alchemy table. I found a bit of gold, some ingredients and a scroll of Firebolt, too. In the center of the room is a table with a brazier on it, keeping it nice and toasty.

I was so tempted to just sleep right then and there, but no one wanted to nap with a hagraven running around!

We kept going, and not far past the door was a partially-collapsed room full of snow just off the corridor, with three Frost runes on the floor! There was what looked like a lot of clutter in there, too, but I could see some urns and armor in the back, so I set off the runes and went inside. I found some potions, a bit of gold in the urns, and a nice Dwarven bow. The armor was just fur, so I left it.

We turned to keep going up the passage, and a short flight of steps. There's a little niche in the wall with a table holding a chest and some urns at the top of the steps, along with a trap tile! I almost set it off, but not because I'm so tired - I could hear chanting as I walked up.

Somewhere in this place was a Dragon Wall, and it was calling to me.

As before, the sound drew me forward. The Wall wasn't close enough to mess with my sight, but that chanting in my head was distracting, and made things a little hard to hear. I didn't know where it was, and maybe it was because of that I had this strange feeling in my chest, a sort of urgency, like I HAD to find it NOW.

Septim knew I was getting… Distressed by it, and whined and nudged at me while I looked around, trying to pinpoint the sound. I felt a hand on my arm, and heard Erandur ask if I was all right.

He sounded far away, and when I turned to look at him, he looked alarmed. I could see the glow from my eyes reflected in his. He whispered down the steps to the others that there was a Dragon Wall somewhere. He made sure I could see and hear him, but he didn't like that my head felt fuzzy, and the longer that I stood there, the more I could feel something heavy building in my chest. I had to find it!

Erandur distracted me with the chest in front of me. There was a trap trigger, and I was able to focus on that for a moment. Having something that needed my concentration helped, and I was able to push the fuzz and the weight aside. Even digging in the urns beside it helped.

The passage turned right, and there were more stairs going up. Erandur got me moving, and after a few steps asked if it was getting louder.

It was.

There was a door at the top, and I had a feeling if the Wall was there, that's where the Hagraven would be.

I was half right.

There was the Hagraven, along with two witches, but no Wall.

We fought them, and like before, the hagraven vanished when her minions were dead. I did manage to get some nice hits in, though.

The room had a throne in it, some shelves, and a drawbridge, pulled up. We could hear more witches on the other side, so I pulled a lever that was right there and dropped the bridge to keep the fight going!

I think the chanting in my head was driving me a little crazy, but as I rushed across the bridge it faded until I couldn't hear it any more.

The witches both went down quickly, and we realized that the next room was a sort of… Nest.

There was a circular depression in the floor, and it was full of straw and hagraven feathers. As I stooped to pick up a feather, I heard a sickening sound above me, and Valdimar shouted for me to look out. I dove to one side, and a frostbite spider dropped out of the ceiling! It landed where I had been standing, but Septim was on it in an instant, and kept it distracted while I hit it with Flames to finish it off.

I'm normally good about looking up. I'm so tired.

I looted the nest and we kept going, through more winding halls, past more traps (they're everywhere!) and another meeting with the Hagraven. That time I managed to paralyze her with my poisoned dagger, but she still managed to teleport!

Here and there, I would hear whispers from the Dragon Wall at the edge of my hearing.

I was so relieved when we finally found it! There's a huge cavern-like space, with cracks that let the snow and wind through in spots. The floor goes up into a large platform, with the Dragon Wall on the right, an enchanting table on the left, and a door between them. I ran up the steps to the Wall, and practically threw myself at the glowing runes.

Even though I braced myself, it still hit me pretty hard. It was strange, though. The light was slow and the noise was… Dense and heavy-sounding. I felt like I was carrying ten times what was in my pack, and I ended up sliding down the wall. Valdimar made sure I didn't hurt myself as I went down, and I needed a second to shake off that heavy feeling.

When I was good to go, we went through the door and ended up back outside, on top of the tower. There's an altar table up there with a dead witch on it, along with one of those little walkways that jut out almost like a dock so you can have a good view of the place. The hagraven was there, too, and I think she summoned Ice Wraiths?!

I'm not sure. All I know is that I was so damn sick and tired of chasing her everywhere, I threw a fireball, then poisoned my dagger and rushed her.

Septim followed me past the Ice Wraiths, and as we took care of the Hagraven - she's better than most mages up close because she has claws, but not by much - the others took down the Ice Wraiths. She didn't have much on her, but there was an enchanted dagger with Soul Trap stuck in the body of the dead witch on the altar. There was also a chest with some goodies in it tucked around the corner by the door.

We didn't want to go all the way back through to get to the sleeping quarters, but I noticed that there's stones and bits of rubble right there by the chest that we could safely climb down. Valdimar wasn't happy, but he was just as eager to get inside as the rest of us, so he didn't argue. We came down almost right next to the entrance!

I started writing while the others got dinner together and cleaned up the dining room a bit. It's actually rather nice in here, if you ignore the blood and severed goat heads. During dinner Erandur apologized for being such a bear for most of the day. That started off a wave of apologies, and we all agreed to never try to do anything when we were that exhausted ever again.

Anyway, I've got first watch. We're pretty sure we got everyone, but those feathery bitches can teleport, so who knows? Lydia figured we were better safe than sorry. I hate that she's right.

Still weird how badly not being able to find the Wall got to me. Over dinner Lydia wondered if that's something the Greybeards might be able to teach me to handle. I've never not been able to find a Wall before. Maybe I'm just too tired?

I can't wait to get some damned sleep. Even Septim's tired after dealing with our nonsense all day. There's enough beds for all of us, and he's snoring loudly on one of his own.

At least writing in this helps keep me awake. Terrible for actually paying attention to things, but better this than sleeping at my post, right?

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[trash----panda]

Story pt 2

There was no way out, her new roomate was gonna kill her. She was frantically looking for a way to survive, anything that could save her, but this was the end, he'd dealt the final blow.

"DAMN IT" she kicked the joystick, it was bigger than most of her body "you only won cause this thing is huge!"

the bright red letters blinked on the screen 'player 1 wins', the larger male giggling a little as the pixie threw her fit. They'd only been rooming a week but were already quite comfortable together, Joey learning he was too much a push over to be a threat and Dendro just glad she wasnt scared of him. She'd started spending every day, 9am-4pm training, everything else was learning her way around the faucility and bothering her new partner.

"you cheated!" She insisted, the light fuzz of her body puffed up at the moment, her eyes giving away how she was thinking about where to bite him.

He was just glad she was hanging around "well you said the size of the controller didnt matter, that you could still win" he couldnt help it, a little bit of a cocky smirk escaping. He watched as she hissed and went to go hide under the bed, she didnt need much space so she was mostly living under there, except for the nights, she was usually gone before he woke up but the fuzz she left behind let him know she'd wanted some snuggles. He wagged his tail a little, getting up to turn off the system "how about this? We go get some snacks and try again later?" He watched the darkness under the bed for any movement, it took a moment but she did come out again.

"fine, but im not walking" she mumbled, waiting for him to put his hand down before stepping on "i hate you, you know that?" She glared up at him, even more moody when he laughed at that.

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The canteen was in no way full, basically abandoned when it wasnt a meal time, to the left of the dining area there was a small shop where you could get more mundane items and even snacks. He headed inside and looked for anything they'd both like, though it was kinda hard picking anything they could agree on that wasnt candy. She liked meat while he prefered dried bugs, she like potato chips but he liked tortilla, he was so focused on searching that he didnt notice she'd gone off on her own to look.

Joey was in the candy, of course, looking at hard candies, they'd work as projectiles and as a snack. Already silently plotting her revenge for that loss. The both of them got startled when their wrist watches got an alert, a mission? Already? Ok whatever. She sighed, going to look for him, by now the dummy was looking for her, trying to call for her softly "Joey? Hey" she landed on his head, leaning over to look him in the eyes "i'm here" he visably relaxed, headed towards the garage.

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The pixie was still kinda hungry but that had to wait at the moment, they'd met up with the chief, she didnt like him. It was cause he was human, humans were annoying and self-important, she could even hear it in his voice. Sadly that's all she was paying attention to, snapping out of it when Dendro started headed for one of the AATV(Armored All Terrain Vehicle).

"wait what are we doing?" She tapped his head, trying to make sure she had his attention.

".... Did you hear anything he said?" He picked her up and gently slid her down into her seat before going to his "it's just supposed to be recon, possible infectious disease, basic symptoms are the usual. Aggression, loss of inhibition, foaming at the mouth?"

She starred at him blankly, letting him know she heard none of it "like rabies... but 10x worse?" She shrugged, figuring she'd know when they get there.

He sighed and started up the vehicle, getting it out on the road before setting the auto-pilot. He needed to change, since this could effect him he needed to get a hazard suit on. Blushing a little when he felt the other's eyes on him

"what are you doing?"

"muscles" she kept starring

"what-"

"im a bug" she gestures to her body "i cant build muscle the same way... it makes your body look.... interesting"

He just tried to ignore her, not wanting to think about it too hard, just going over the breif in his head over and over instead, hoping they'll get there soon.

[burnwater13]

Grogu woke up and looked around to see where he was. Had he gone on a midnight stroll again? Had he built an Outland TIE fighter? Had he forged his own beskar armor? Had Moff Gideon shown up at the cabin and demanded the Darksaber? Grogu could have sworn he’d heard someone saying, ‘You have something I want’ over and over again. Plus, nothing in the room looked familiar and there was an annoying buzzing sound in his ears.

Then Grogu remembered that his dad made him sleep in the Mandalorian’s room so Grogu couldn’t disappear again. Thank goodness. All he had wanted to do was sit around a campfire and tell his dad some sort of scary stories and laugh and have a good time starting up a Clan Mudhorn tradition. He didn’t want to begin the slow, slippery slide into becoming a red eyed, lightening spewing dark creature of the Sith. Nope. That was way too scary.

Grogu hopped out of the hammock his dad had put up the night before, when they had finally made it home from setting up everything for the festival at the Nevarro City civic offices. Grogu had been glad that his dad was going to keep an eye and an ear on him and make sure he didn’t just sneak out and try to send a message to Peli Motto or Fennec Shand to come to Nevarro. 

He certainly missed the two of them. Peli because she was always laughing and was alway happy to feed him. Fennec, well, Grogu had quite the crush on her. She was smart, independent, and hadn’t met a problem she couldn’t solve… except for that one time. Unfortunately, both Peli and Fennec were on Tatooine. Nevarro wasn’t all that close. He would have had to ask them to come to the festival before he and his dad had even thought up the idea. Too bad they didn’t live on Mustafar. It was much closer and didn’t seem all that different from Nevarro.

“Hey, buddy, whatcha up to?” Grogu’s dad asked.

Grogu jumped at the sound of his voice. It was all raspy and soft. Had his dad been whispering all those creepy things to him? It sounded very similar… nope. Couldn’t have been. 

Plus Din Djarin hadn’t painted all those flats. That had been Grogu. Maybe his dad was catching a cold? Grogu hoped his dad wouldn’t lose his voice before the festival. He was counting on the Mandalorian telling the creepiest stories. After all, this was based on his childhood tradition and Grogu definitely didn’t want him to miss out on that. 

Grogu held his hand out, but his dad rolled over on his bed and climbed out on the other side. Grogu thought he would try and heal his dad, just in case he was getting sick, but now he had to wait and try again later. Oh well. 

“Come on… I need some caf.” 

The Mandalorian lurched to his feet and slowly shuffled out of the bedroom. Grogu shook his head. What the heck was going on?! His dad sounded awful and looked worse, if just his shuffling, slow, energy less walk was any indication. The bounty hunter was still wearing his helmet, but he didn’t actually have his boots on and someone had taken off his vambraces and hip pads. That wasn’t normal. The Mandalorian could sleep in his full armor without complaint. 

Now, as Grogu looked around the bedroom, it was clear that his dad had just dumped the armor pieces on the ground. That was so not normal Grogu ran to his room and grabbed his datapad and went back to the Mandalorian’s room to take some vids of it. He was going to send them to IG-11-M. The Marshal needed to know that his dad was sick. Really sick.

Grogu found his dad in the front room of the cabin making himself some caf to drink and pouring some of Grogu’s flash frozen froglets into a bowl. Well, okay. Usually Grogu took care of his breakfast by himself, but if his dad wanted to help him that was fine. 

Grogu walked over to the table and took his seat and watched his dad. Then he pinched himself. Was he awake? Was he really awake? Maybe he was still asleep, because he just watched his dad pour blue milk on the flash frozen froglets and put a utensil in and take a big spoonful. His helmet was propped up on the top of his head and Grogu could tell that his dad hadn’t shaved for several days. What the heck was going on!?

“Dad, love you.” Grogu called out as loud as he could. He was more than a little bit afraid. What if the Mandalorian caught his Sith flu? He was a freaking Mandalorian Bounty Hunter! If he became a Sith, even for a few minutes, the amount of damage he could do was practically infinite! 

The Mandalorian turned and looked at him and then silently pushed his helmet back in place and left the front room. The caf was overflowing and the bowl of froglets, bobbing up and down in the blue milk, looked ghostly as the hot brown liquid pooled around them. This was awful! What was he going to do? Who could help them?

“Din Grogu, where is your father, Din Djarin? I am here to help.”

Yippee! IG-11-M must have been close by when he got those vids!

Grogu began to chirp and coo and sign to the Marshal about everything that had happened and beckoned to the countertop where the caf was now dripping onto the floor. 

“Very good. I will…”

“IG-11, what are you doing here?”

Din Djarin walked into the room and Grogu was confused. He sounded fine. His armor was all proper and shiny. He was wearing his boots. What the Dank Farrik had happened?

“Din Grogu contacted me and said you were in need of assistance. I was nearby when I received his message and came here immediately. He explained that he thought that you had some pathogen known as the Sith Flu. I am not familiar with that disease but these vids speak for themselves.”

IG-11-M displayed the vids for the Mandalorian, while Grogu watched his dad carefully. 

“Huh? Grogu, were you playing with my armor again? I remember putting the pieces on their pegs last night when I went to sleep.”

Grogu shook his head. Uh oh. Now Din Djarin was the one who couldn’t remember what he’d done. Somehow he’d contracted the Sith Flu! For real. But wait, now he seemed fine. Why? He went from eating a spoonful of froglets to sounding like his normal Mandalorian self. What the heck was going on?

“Grogu, why are your froglets over here? And next time, don’t start the caf without me.” His dad scolded him gently.

Sure, Sith dad, whatever you say…

[chalterdh22]

Chapter 9: Can I Meet the Marshal?

That was a dirty trick.  Go grab the kid, he says.  He won’t want to stop playing.  That’s an understatement.  Not only didn’t he want to stop playing, but he was also overly tired, so extremely irritable.  Finally, I snatched him up with one arm, got in his face, and said, “What do you want me to do?”  A weird visual came to my head.  “No, no.  I’m not leaving right away.  I’m staying here with you guys for a few days. Is that ok?”  He touched my head so gently, calming down.  “I know you’re tired and probably hungry.  Can you swoop up a frog quick and eat it?  Would that help?”  I put him down, a frog jumped right past his face, and he snatched it up and ate it almost immediately.  “Well, that was fast,” I laughed.  I picked him back up and started walking in.  Din was laying on his bed, fully in his armor, but removed his jetpack and cape.  Ugh, I thought.  That looked so uncomfortable.

I set Grogu in his cot.  “Is this where you sleep?”  Looking down I asked.  He looked up at me and reached his hand out again.  I started to stoop down and suddenly, I got this wave of warmth and a feeling I can describe as safety.  “I know, he makes you feel safe, doesn’t he?”  I crouched down and we were “talking” back and forth for a few minutes, whispering back to him really.  I have no idea how this was happening, but I was having a full-blown conversation with him, and he couldn’t even talk yet.  It was more emotional and imagery.  I smiled as his eyes were drooping.  “Good night, buddy.  I’ll see you in the morning.”

I stood up and turned around.  Going over to the sofa, I kicked off my boots and laid down.  Sleep was something we all needed.

 I woke up to Grogu sitting on my hip as I was laying on my side.  “Hey you.  How long have you been sitting here?”  I picked him up and sat up, putting him on my lap.  Stretching my arms above my head and looking around, I noticed Din was still asleep.  Wait, what time was it.  Suns were up, but I didn’t know how long we slept.  It’s kind of nice not knowing though.  He snuggled into my neck and let out a little purr sound.  I giggled and pulled him back.  “That tickles,” I told him.  He made a small coo noise and went to do it again.

“Ok, enough’ s enough.  It’s too early for tickles.  Are you hungry?”  Grogu waddled to the cupboards and looked up at me.  “Something in there for you?”  Looking in a cupboard, I saw a small bag of something.  What is this?  It looked like crushed up something.  Grogu did a high jump, grabbed the bag, and dumped it all in his mouth.  “No!”  I tried to reach for it and then he ate the bag.  “Well, hope that doesn’t hurt you coming out little man.  Gross.”  He hopped back into my arms, and we walked outside.  I sat him down on the ground and he scooted off the porch, back to that little pond. 

“Hold on a second.  Let’s get you out of your robe, so you can splash around without getting everything soaked.  I walked over and sat down next to him.  Lifting his little robe off, he had a chain link armor piece on.  “Wow, this is fancy.”  I unhooked it so all that was left was his little shorts.  He was so cute I thought.  I slid my socks off and put my feet in the little pond.  It felt so good.  Cool, but not cold.  “Does you dad come out here and do this?” I asked him, play-splashing him a little. 

Grogu looked back and I felt a glimpse of sadness for a second.  He turned and started splashing again.  “Sometimes, parents don’t know how to relax and are always on training or work mode.  You can show him how to have some fun though.”  He looked up at me and picked his ears up a bit.  “I’ll tell you what, before I leave here, we’ll make it a goal to get him to lighten up and maybe even laugh.  Do you know what his laugh sounds like?”  Eyes drooped down.  I guess that’s a no.  “Well, we’ll get him to do it together.”

“Get him to do what?”  I nearly jumped out of my skin.  “Geesh, you scared the crap out of me.”  I looked back at Grogu who was giving me the don’t say anything look.  “Nothing, just enjoying a conversation is all.”

“Hmm, ok.  How long have you two been up?”

“Maybe a half hour or so.  I fed him already.”  I stood up.

“What did you feed him?”

“I’m not sure, but he inhaled it AND the bag!”

“Sounds about right.  Grogu, you want to go into town?”  The kid’s ears picked up and he walked towards us.  “Where’s his armor?  He can’t take his armor off.”

“It’s right here,” I handed it to him.  “Why can’t he take it off?”

“It’s for his own safety and it’s a part of his apprentice attire.”

“Ok, sorry about that.  I just didn’t want him to drench all his clothes.  He seemed to like having that freedom too.”

“It’s ok.”  I walked back to the cabin and grabbed my boots and a few credits.  “Your credits aren’t any good here.”

I stopped and looked at Din.  “Why?”

“Long story.  Take them if you want, but when they see you with us, they won’t accept them.”

I put them back in my pocket and started walking out with them to the town.  “I just want to meet the Marshal.  I have a few questions to ask him.”  I swear I heard a small chuckle under that helmet of his. 

“You’ll like the Marshal.”  Was he being sarcastic?  I feel like he was, but it’s so hard to tell when you can’t read expressions.  But even still, he’s easy to read, so sarcasm it is.

“How long of a walk?”

“About an hour.”  I keep Grogu in a pod, so we move a little faster.”

“Good call.  What else do I need to know about this place?”

“It’s full of good, hard-working people who are still rebuilding from an invasion not too long ago.”

“And let me guess.  You helped them out with the invasion and their way of thanking you was giving you land and not letting you pay for anything?”

He stopped and looked at me.  “Yes, actually.”  He started walking again.  “Let’s go meet IG-11.”

[pangolinheart]

FFXIVWrite 2023 DAY 11 - ONCE BITTEN, TWICE SHY

Some more SidWoL for those of you who enjoy it! I'm reasonably happy with how this one turned out, so it might get us it's own name later. If anyone enjoyed it, let me know and I can try more with this pairing.

(Also, full disclosure, the universe apparently didn't want me to write this one, because my power went out last night while I was writing and I had to hand-write more than half of it. In the dark. By flashlight. Also Tumblr Mobile tried to sabotage my formatting and removed all my italics, but it should be fixed now.)

Rating: Teen Genre: Angst Characters: Sidurgu Orl, Z'rhiki Irhi (Warrior of Light) Pairings: Sidurgu Orl/Warrior of Light Word Count: 2,333 Content Warnings: Implied character death

It was the same dream as always; the grassy plain, the blinding sun, his parents kneeling on the ground. He knew they were his parents even though their features had grown blurrier with time. That was just how this dream went. How much of it was a memory, and how much of it was just a memory of the dream? There was a man in chainmail standing over them, sword pulled back, about to swing. “Don’t look,” His father told him. He never listened. 

He blinked. Did he? He must have, because suddenly the dream around him had shifted. The lush green meadows were replaced by windswept tundra. His feet sank not into soft soil, but snow. A frigid gale buffeted his face with icy snowflakes. The sky above had grown dark with thick, grey clouds, the only light the moonlight that slipped between them. The man with the sword was the same, but this time, kneeling in the snow was… Fray? 

Wait, that wasn’t right. That wasn’t how it had happened. 

He hadn’t even seen Fray die. 

“Don’t look,” Fray’s voice was as measured and calm as ever. 

“FRAY-“ He started to call, but another barrage of bitter wind and hail made him flinch. 

When he recovered, he was no longer cold. The snow was gone, replaced by hard-packed dirt. Around him rose neither rolling hills nor frozen peaks, but soaring cliffs of sandstone. Just over the clifftops, the sun was beginning to set. This… didn’t look familiar. Where was he? 

This time, the man had changed as well, though he remained frozen in the same pose. Rather than the blue and silver regalia of Ishgard’s Temple Knights, he wore the warped black and red armor of a Garlean Soldier. The longsword that had been clutched in his hands was now some sort of modified blade, though the handle curved past the grip, like a machinist’s pistol. He looked down, and his stomach dropped as if it was full of stones. 

Kneeling in the dry dirt was not his parents, not Fray, but her.  

The last rays of the sinking sun splashed orange across the landscape and mingled with the hues of her mismatched eyes as she looked up at him, forcing a reassuring smile. 

“Don’t look, Sid,” she said, and this time the blade swung. 

“NO!” He lunged forward, but he knew that he would be too late. 

He was always too late. 

Just before the warm blood could splatter on his face, Sidurgu woke with a start. He sat up abruptly, eager to put any sort of distance he could between himself and the dream. With the heel of his hand, he pushed damp hair from his forehead and out of his eyes. He was shaking, he realized. He took a moment to catch his breath before casting his gaze to the bed beside him, to find the woman next to him dozing peacefully under the blankets. He didn’t know what he thought he would see, but he was relieved, nonetheless. 

Dammit. 

He had tried so hard not to end up here. Not “here” in his bed above the Forgotten Knight, Rhiki curled up next to him – he obviously hadn’t tried that hard – but here… 

Caring. 

He had told himself from the start not to get attached. At first it was because their arrangement was temporary. She was there as a favor to a fellow Dark Knight and her predecessor’s friend. She would help him defend this mysterious girl until more permanent arrangements could be made, and in exchange for her time he would teach her some of his tricks. And then, presumably, she would leave. Simple and transactional. 

But then he became the “more permanent arrangements”, and she kept stopping by. It was nice to have another adult to talk to, so he didn’t complain, but still he had said to himself, don’t get attached.  

He had reminded himself over and over again.  

Don’t get attached, he had thought as he watched her regale Rielle with tales of her travels. 

Don’t get attached, he had told himself as she helped him stitch and bandage the wounds he had hidden from his charge.  

Don’t get attached, he had repeated as she laughed at her own joke over drinks in the dead of night. 

He knew what would happen if he started to like her, if he started to care about her. He knew because it was the same thing that always happened to people he cared about: something terrible. Something that would eat away at him day after day after day. Something that would tear open all of the healing wounds. Something that would hurt. 

He should know better. 

Once bitten, twice shy, the saying went. What about twice bitten? Thrice? 

How many times would he have to learn the same lesson? 

Until it stuck, apparently. 

Rielle, at least, was different. Rielle was here, where he could protect her. Or at least die trying, his cynicism added. But Z’rhiki was the Warrior of Light (though, even were she not, she wasn’t the type to stay put for too long.) She was constantly being called from one crisis to the next. Wherever the battle was, there she was. He didn’t even know where she went half the time, at least until she returned. He no longer expected her to lose interest or voluntarily break off contact. What he expected now was much, much worse. 

At least she had told them where she was headed this time: Ala Mhigo, to fight a seemingly impossible war. He couldn’t go with her, of course. He had Rielle to think about. She probably wouldn’t have had him anyway. All he could do was wait – wait to hear from the rumors of strangers that the Warrior of Light had died hundreds of malms away. He had seen people die, and he had not seen people die but had known it was happening, and that he was powerless to stop it, and he wasn’t sure which one was worse. 

His heart was still racing. He took a few more deep breaths to quiet it as he tried to scrub the lingering traces of the dream from his mind. He had enough painful memories without adding ones that hadn’t even happened yet. He leaned back and planted his hands on either side of him, tilting his head back and feeling one of the vertebrae in his neck pop. It was impossible to find a pillow, or any type of surface, that accommodated his horns, so he always woke up sore. Even so, he preferred waking to a stiff neck over waking from... other things. 

His movement must have disturbed Rhiki’s sleep, because she stirred next to him. She made a few quiet, mumbled sounds, then opened her eyes. After blinking a few times to clear the bleary haze of sleep from them, she turned her head to look at him. Seeing him wide awake, she propped herself up on the backs of her elbows. “Y’alright?” She asked, words still slurred from drowsiness.  

He nodded, not trusting his voice quite yet. 

“Nightmare?” She asked. Her tone was sympathetic. She had her fair share of nightmares too, he knew. He doubted there had ever been a Dark Knight without them. 

“Yes.” There was no point in lying about it. “It’s nothing. You can go back to sleep. I’m fine.” 

She continued to stare at him, showing no signs of accepting his offer. “Wanna talk about it?” 

“No.” 

“Okay.” She didn’t sound surprised. The silence lingered for a moment. “Is there anything I can do?” 

He shook his head. “I’m alright. Don’t worry about me.” 

She eyed him for a few more seconds, and he sunk back into the bed, hoping that lying down would appease her. It seemed to, and she slipped back fully beneath the blankets as well. 

He lay there for a few minutes, fighting with himself over whether to say anything. He shouldn’t, he knew. He should just let her fall back asleep. Keep his stupid mouth shut. It would be better for both of them. 

He was usually such a quick learner. 

Instead, he rolled onto his side and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. It startled a small “mrrp!” from her throat. She didn’t protest, but she did crane her neck to look at him over her shoulder, inquisitive. He wasn’t usually the type to initiate physical contact. She was normally the one who insisted on lying against him or on top of him. 

“What?” She asked. 

“Nothing,” He grumbled back, though the feeling of her warm skin against his, the rise and fall of her stomach under his arm, did soothe him somewhat. It anchored him to that moment, so his mind wouldn’t drift to the bloodstained past or the uncertain future. It reminded him that she was really there. 

Once again, he should just leave it at that. 

“You shouldn’t go to Ala Mhigo,” he said after a minute had passed. 

She looked over her shoulder again. “What? Why?” 

“It’s not your fight. It’s got nothing to do with you. Don’t you have enough battles without picking up other people’s?” 

“Sid, I can’t just not go.” She insisted, though gently. He had expected this was how the conversation would go. 

“Why not?” He countered. 

She faltered, though, to her credit, only for a second. “They need me.” 

He wanted to point out that everyone needed her. Always. 

Including him. 

He huffed, his breath rustling her hair. “Do they? Why? You’re a formidable fighter – no one will deny you that, least of all me – but you’re no general, or tactician. You’re not even really a soldier. So, what, exactly, do they need you for? One woman, can’t turn the tides against an entire army, even one as strong as you.” 

“Well,” she paused to consider this, finally looking away from him and resting her head back on the pillow. “They need all the help that they can get. I’ve fought the Garleans before, even if it wasn’t in an all-out war. I guess, if nothing else, my being there will be good for morale.” 

“Do you even want to go?” 

“I-“ She stopped herself before she could give him a real answer. “It doesn’t really matter. The Scions have decided to help, and it’s not like I can just quit.” 

Of course she couldn’t. She was one of those “hero” types that he usually couldn’t stand. Self-sacrificing to a fault. Never able to rest when there was someone in need of saving. It didn’t matter what she wanted, or how she felt. She had to go. She had to help her friends. Were the Scions her friends? If they were, then why did she always end up here, with him, in a shitty inn room above a shitty tavern. He didn’t have any delusions about his own importance to her, of course - maybe it didn’t matter if it was him at all - but he had started to realize that when she was at her breaking point, she came here. He didn’t know why, but he knew that she never told the Scions any of the things she told him – about the nightmares or the pain or the guilt or the anger. She’d said as much to him once. He’d never met any of them, and didn’t particularly hope to, but he knew that for some reason, she thought she had to hide all of that from them. But when they called, or whenever the world needed saving, she came running. She did want to help people; of that he had no doubt – she was friendly and kind and probably too empathetic. But he was beginning to suspect that, in addition to all the good intentions and noble ideas, this was just her favorite way to hurt herself. Some sort of bizarre masochism. She knew it was going to hurt her, scar her, but she was happy to do it anyway. 

He didn’t say any of this, though. This time he was smart enough not to say anything at all. 

She didn’t say anything either, and he was starting to wonder if she had decided to try and fall back asleep when she said: “Why do you suddenly care so much about me going to Ala Mhigo.” 

He sighed. Why did he care? He had tried telling himself not too. He had reminded himself what it had felt like to lose Fray, more than a year ago. Did he really want to put himself through that again? 

Maybe he was a bit of a masochist too. 

“No particular reason,” He replied, glad she couldn’t really see his face from where her head was tucked under his chin. “Just… a gut feeling.” 

This time she didn’t just turn her head, but squirmed around in his hold until she was facing him. She didn’t look irritated, just… regretful. Normally she would have teased him for showing such an interest in her affairs, but she must have sensed that the mood was different tonight. She peered up at him, but he carefully avoided her gaze. “Sid, you don’t have to worry about me. You know I’ll be fine, and that I’ll be back to pester you before you know it.” 

“I know.” He lied. He didn’t think even she believed that. But these days, it seemed, they were both in the business of lying to themselves. He hoped it was true. He wanted it to be true. But he couldn’t shake that nagging feeling.  

“Good,” She yawned widely.  

He finally released her, unable to think of anything more to say. He had known she would say no, but for some reason he had felt like it was important to ask anyway. He would just have to trust her. Maybe this time would be different. Maybe she would be someone he didn’t lose. 

He doubted it, but it was a nice thought, anyway. 

[jayde-jots]

Okay, so my favorite concept from the rottmnt fandom is future Leo, I just love the idea of a future version of a character just stuck in the present of the show. And goddam it, I freaking loved his short dynamic we see with him and Casey, the poor boy just lost his dad right in front of his eyes before seeing a younger version of him and have the literal fate of the world on his shoulders. I've been reading a lot of @somerandomdudelmao and @threestripeslider 's fanfics and comics and I just freaking die of cuteness whenever I see Casey and dada Leo together. So I had an idea... ....What if Casey was mutated into a slider like Leo? Hears how I imagen a story going down- It's a few years before the resistance is wiped out, Casey I think was 17 in the movie? So let's make him 16 by the time of his mutation. Casey and a scouting group are digging through the old former subway systems of New York for metal and wires as well as the old sewers for bunkers or hideouts, Casey walks further down an old tunnel and thinks he notices a pocket that he could crawl through, he uses his hockey stick to knock it down a bit when a swarm of ooze-squito's come flying out. Case swats most of them away which tend to ignore him until the last few come lazily hovering out. Case had never seen these bugs before so he thought nothing of them and walked back to the group, unbeknownst to him however, one of the last weaker bugs crawls under his cape to keep warm, having been in hibernation from the previous winter. Later that night, Casey is fast asleep when he wakes up to a sharp pain in his neck. He swats at the pain thinking a rat maybe bite him when he checks his palm to see a squished bug smeared on it. He wipes away the gunk but has trouble falling back asleep as he feels really hot and like his skin and chest are on fire. So he gets up and gets his sensei. Future Leo is rather concerned since even without a thermometer Casey was boiling to the touch, so he sits him down on a bed and gets a few ice packs for the boy, but as Leo is gone Casey starts to feel worse, breathing heavily and beginning to get all sorts of aches everywhere. When the old turtle comes back he sees Casey lying on his back rasping for air and starting to well tears up. Leo goes into full "figure this kid out right the f now" mode and strips him of his armor and clothing, he's worried to see Casey's whole body burning up and his body trembling from pain. Leo sets up a tub of cool water and sets Case into it and slowly adds ice to it as he calls Mikey and Donnie to get to him now. When they both get there Donnie is instantly on it trying to scan Casey and see what is wrong. The soft shell is both amazed and mortified when he reads the results. Casey has such a small amount of mutagen in his system that instead of transforming him instantly, he's transforming very, very slowly, so that's why he's burning up and having so much pain. Donnie figures out the source when he finds half of an ooze-squito's needle in the boy's neck, he concludes Casey must have smacked the bug before it could finish injecting him. But that now leaves the poor boy in a lot of pain and in for a very rough night. The group at least knew what Casey should be turning into since Leo was the last person he touched. The rest of the night Leo stayed up to keep an eye on Case as the kid slipped in and out of sleep and went from hot sweats to cold sweats like the flip of a switch, things especially got agonizing as the shell grew in. Spine curling and ripping away from muscle and skin as organs shifted under expanding ribs and growing plastron. When the day finally broke, Casey woke up to find himself on a bed resting in his sensei's lap wrapped in a towel. The young new mutant instantly felt cold and his shivers are what woke Leo up. Leo was relieved to see the change seemed finally over and Case wasn't in pain anymore, but he did seem to be cold. So with a hushed aura around the room, Leo got up and took the damp towel away from the younger slider, giving Casey a chance to see his new body.

Casey was surprised to see he had green hardened skin with yellow stripes everywhere, three-fingered hands, two-toed feet, and a very heavy shell. He managed to swing his legs over the bed and tried to lean forward to shimmy off the bed but he instantly came off balance and nearly fell forward if it wasn't for Leo quickly catching him in a fluffy blanket. Case was draped with a blanket over his back as Leo helped him to his feet and steadied him, hugging him to his side as they walked out to see the others. Draxum gave Casey a mystic yokai charm to disguise him as human should he want it, Case took it for the time being so he could still get some work done without having his balance thrown off, but Leo didn't let him get away with not practicing how to be a turtle. Cut to the time portal time, and as a quick reflex, Casey takes off his charm and quickly yanks his sensei through the time portal with him as they're sent to the future. Case's charm is lost in the future, unfortunately, but after the whole Kraang situation, I imagen Draxum makes him a new one.

[cmishwrites]

FO4 Fan Fic pt 3

Some things: ~ Again this went long. There will be a pt 4. SorryNOTsorry. Tumblr wouldn't let me post the whole final chunk. ~ You can find pt 1 here and pt 2 here if you want to catch up with what is going on. ~ I could do a full series just on this background stuff XD but I swear this is just setting things up. Anyways, hope y'all enjoy. Again there's eye and brain bleach if you need it.

Warnings: inferred sexual abuse, drug abuse and torture.

Mojave Wasteland, spring, 2277. The year the Lone Wanderer crept from vault 101 in the Capitol Wasteland.

Hazy, screams, heat, stench of death. Calisto ran, her feet hurting, probably bleeding. Her head was stuffy, things were jerking in and out of focus. What had Gremlin given her? Right before he wanted her to preform another one of those things on him. She stumbled, hitting her head on something. Red smeared the rocks in front of her, and she was running again. Gunfire behind her. Were they firing at her? She tripped and slid face first down a steep incline that opened up beneath her feet. How long she slid she wasn't sure, but she pushed to her feet and stumbled on. There were things in the desert. Things she was afraid of. But they wouldn't want her to do things to them, no, they'd just eat her. People on the other hand… She tripped again, hitting her knees hard enough to jolt her through the chem haze. She hurt. In places she didn't know she had. She shook, hearing the screams fading behind her, and tried to look around, get her bearings. Firelight in the distance. And beside it, standing tall and facing her, shiny metal. Power armor. She squinted, wiping at her face. Grandpa? No, Grandpa was dead, and he never wore his power armor. It was broken, a pile of scrap in a corner. But there, standing beside the fire, turned in her direction was a suit of armor. She pushed to her feet, the haze trying to descend again, her vision going blurry, dotted, as she stumbled towards the campfire. The world seemed to jerk sideways and she was falling, then nothing. ~*~

The old scribe tromped over to the unmoving figure at the edge of the firelight. He rolled it over staring down. A kid? He lifted her up carefully carrying her over to his sleeping bag. She was bruised and bloodied. Her clothes ragged and torn, hair matted. He pulled out his medic bag shuffling through it. In the distance he could hear gunfire, fading off to the west. He secured a final bandage and pulled the thin blanket over the unconscious kid's thin frame. A ranger from the NCR had warned him the other day that they were targeting raiders peddling kids from the east. He wondered if this kid had been one of those taken. He sensed a story untold. He sat near the sleeping bag staring at the fire. There was a man, Doc Mitchell, who came from a vault and lived in a town that wasn't too far away. He'd take the kid there, see if the man could help her. If she woke up, maybe he would be able to get her story from her, find out how it was she came to stumble into his camp in the middle of the night. ~*~

It was early afternoon before he reached Doc Mitchell's house, up on a hill overlooking the small town of Goodsprings. The kid hadn't stirred during the walk, luckily he hadn't encountered any geckos or the other things wandering in the Mojave. Probably the first time he'd been able to go so far without having to put down some crazed critter. Doc Mitchell's eyebrows arched high when he opened the door. He motioned the old scribe in, led him to a room in the back. "What happened to this one?" The Doc asked as the old scribe carefully laid the kid on one of the medical beds. "Not sure. She stumbled into my camp late last night. Heard some gunfire in the distance." The Doc nodded and did a quick look over. "You bandaged her up good." He carefully removed one of the bandages on her arm. "I've had lots of practice." The doc looked at him before nodding. "I reckon you have." He straightened. "You're welcome to take the guest room, if you're going to wait this out." "I wouldn't just dump her and run." The scribe sniffed. "Besides I want to know her story." The Doc chuckled. "I reckon you would." "I'll pay," "No, no." The doc waved him off as he set up his medical supplies. He went over to the wash basin. "You just go rest, don't worry about payin." The scribe frowned under his helmet, standing for a moment at the door. He watched as the Doc washed his hands and glanced his way. "Go on, Storyteller, I'll let you know how this goes." He shooed him off, closing the door to the surgery behind him. The Storyteller, a nickname he gained after sharing tales he'd learned through his travels, muttered a curse under his breath before tromping into the large living area. ~*~

He'd dozed off, leaning against a wall as he waited. Years of wearing his power armor had given him lots of practice. When people couldn't see your face, they couldn't tell you were napping standing up. "I've done what I can for her." Doc Mitchel was saying as he sank onto the couch. He held a bottle of purified water in his hand and motioned another sitting on the table. "I don't know that she'll ever wake up." The storyteller sighed. "It's just a waiting game then." "Yep. If'n she does wake up, she'll have an interestin story to tell." The Doc grinned at him. "There's a side room you can stay in while you wait." "How much," "I told you not to worry about payin." The Doc lifted a paper. "But if you can run down to the general store, give this to Chet, I'd be much obliged." The Storyteller took the paper glancing at it. He was glad his expression was hidden. He was now an errand boy. ~*~

She was comfortable. Sore, but comfortable. She stared up at the strange fan spinning slowly overhead and blinked several times. Where was she? Memories, disjointed, and strange. Running, falling, gunfire, and armor blended with jerky hazy moments she pushed out of her mind. She wasn't going to think about those things. She slowly pushed herself up, aware of bandages covering her arms and hands. She was on a bed, in a dim room that oddly smelled clean. Her face felt odd, numb but itchy. She reached up, tentatively touching her cheek. Another bandage? "You're awake!" A male voice said. She tensed, turning towards the speaker, heart pounding in her ears. An older, balding gentlemen with light almost friendly eyes sat in a chair next to her bed. "How are you feeling?" "Where am I?" her voice was raspy and the older man handed her a can of purified water. She held it with both bands, trembling as she sipped at it. "You must be parched. Yer in Goodsprings. I'm Doc Mitchell. An old friend of mine brought you here." "Power armor." She whispered. She remembered the power armor standing in firelight. The Doc nodded. "He never leaves his power armor, least not that I've ever seen. Now, where you from, hun? He said you stumbled into his camp before passing out." She blinked, sipping at the water again, trying to form an answer. "East." She frowned, trying to remember the name of the little settlement she thought of as home. "I don't remember the name of the town." "East, huh?" He peered at her. "What's your name girl?" "Calisto." She hesitated. "Everyone calls me Cal." "Cal, nice to meet you Cal. How far east?" She frowned dredging up old overheard conversations. "North of the Commonwealth."

~*~ Tumblr doesn't like how long this went so the next bit will be up shortly. Hope y'all enjoy.

[smurphyse]

Nakedness | Loki

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Part 19 of The Arrangement

Warnings: discussions about sex, involuntarily nudity, honest conversations

Summary: The morning after Loki ruins their consummation night, he has a frank conversation with his new bride

The only thing Loki knew was pain. 

A steady pulsing throb pounded through his skull as he woke, immediately twisting under the covers to avoid the sunlight. 

The problem with magickal consummation rooms is that their sole purpose is to get one laid…and they will provide one with every item, tool, and opportunity to do so. 

The covers yanked off him in one go and Loki was exposed to the cool morning air. He let out a frustrated groan and kicked the mattress, but the room made him watch as the blanket disappeared into the streams of light coming in from the balcony. 

The bathroom door creaked open, and Loki knew enough about this kind of magick to follow the cues. He sat up slowly to find his armor and underclothes nowhere to be seen. He tried to ignore it as he trudged slowly inside, grumbling to himself with each step. 

Loki was halfway through brushing his teeth before he realized he hadn't felt Adora in the bed next to him. Leaning away from the sink and his brush dangling from his mouth, he looked back to the bed to find it empty. 

"Adora?" he called, but no reply came. 

When he spit out the paste, a cup appeared for him to deposit the brush into, and it disappeared as soon as he did. 

"No willowfine for this headache?" he asked the room, and just as quickly a small potion appeared on the ledge of the sink. 

"Thanks," Loki muttered, snatching it and stomping out of the room. 

There were very few places to hide in a chamber such as this, considering it was one room with a bathroom and a balcony. Loki avoided looking at the Ahava flowers littering the floor and made his way through the double doors. 

Adora was curled up on a loveseat on the balcony, clutching a coffee mug and watching the sun rise. Makeup free and in a sweater and warm leggings, she caught his eye and sheepishly turned back to the cup, her cheeks turning red. 

It was then Loki realized he was still in his boxers and nothing else, and Adora had never seen him in anything but his full clothing. The room registered her discomfort and materialized a pair of sweatpants on his chilly legs, but gave him nothing else. 

"Uh, good morning," he said awkwardly, and she nodded, still avoiding his gaze. 

"Good morning."

Loki sighed and made his way over to her, sitting down slowly. He wanted to sit with his skin pressed against hers as her warmth radiated on the cool morning, but he knew she was upset with him and his ruining their wedding night. 

Another mug appeared along with a carafe on the small table in front of them, and Loki rubbed his hands together for warmth before pouring himself a cup of coffee. Leaning back and palming it between his hands, he opened his mouth to speak but Adora went first. 

"Do you know what happened to the front door?" she asked quietly. "And my underwear? I woke up naked this morning and these clothes were by the bed."

"Oh, it's the magick," he replied slowly, unsure of himself suddenly. "The room wants us comfortable so we can…consummate. The doors will reappear once we've, uh, finished."

"Oh," was all she said as she curled up tighter. Adora drank the rest of her mug and set it on the table, then stood and held out her hand for him, "Shall we, then?"

"Adora…" Loki sighed, but he took her hand even though he stayed in his spot. "I said we'd go slow and we will."

Adora glanced back inside, worrying her lip, "But… I need to get back to Milja. I didn't think we'd be gone this long."

Loki got to his feet and pulled her knuckles up to his lips. He kissed them gently, but Adora’s shoulders stayed stiff. He sighed again and let her go. 

"The one good thing about the magick in this room is that time works differently here. We could be here for two weeks and only a day would pass in the palace. Milja has likely only been asleep an hour."

Adora softened, but her brows furrowed, "Why would anyone want to spend two weeks stuck in this room?"

"Come here," he commanded softly, patting the seat beside him. Adora hesitated, biting on her lip even harder, but after a moment she slid onto the loveseat with him. 

Her shoulder pressed against his, warm and comforting. Loki poured them both some more coffee and handed her mug back, and she took it easily. 

"A lot of couples look forward to their consummation chamber. Unlike us, they've spent years together and use the time as a bit of a vacation away from everything before married life begins."

Adora took a sip of her cup, watching him with wide eyes. Loki decided to test the waters and drape one arm around the back of the chair, and she leaned into him when he did. 

"It's also sort of… erotic for them," he told her sheepishly, and she blushed at the word. "To spend time with your new spouse and not have sex when you want to rip their clothes off is fun for some."

"So they just spend time unable to get off with their lovers?" Adora frowned, and it made Loki chuckle. "That sounds difficult if what they want is to be together."

"Well, it's not like they can't perform other acts," Loki smirked, and Adora looked confused. "They can do…other things besides penetrative sex. The chamber doors only open once that has occurred."

"Things like what?" she asked innocently. 

Loki cocked his head at her, but she was being serious. He took a long drink of his coffee to think, but Adora just watched him curiously the whole time. 

Clearing his throat, Loki leaned forward and set his mug on the table. Adora handed him hers so he set it down right beside. When he nestled back into the cushions, Adora nuzzled under his arm and wrapped an arm around his stomach, so he held her close.

"I know I don't know much…" she whispered, still looking up at him with those pretty cinnamon colored eyes. "but you said you would teach me, Loki."

Heat rushed to his cheeks as he nodded slowly. "We can worry about that later."

Adora hummed but she didn't press him on it, just snuggled into his side. Her bare arm felt like heaven across his chest, and Loki couldn't help himself as he tangled his hand into her hair and pulled her close. His eyes fluttered shut as he breathed in her scent, comforting and warm, reveling in Adora as she was. 

"We're married," Loki murmured into her curls. 

"We are," she whispered, mirroring their conversation just yesterday. 

Wanting nothing more than for this awkwardness to go away, Loki smoothed his hand up the arm Adora had slung over his belly. He wrapped himself around her protectively and pressed his lips to the top of her head. 

"Do you always drink that much?"

"We Asgardians do like our mead, but no. Well, sometimes," Loki told her, making a face. "I…let myself get out of hand last night."

"Sif got in your head," Adora murmured in a small voice. She maneuvered enough to gaze up at him with nervous eyes. "Why does she hate you so? Were you once lovers?"

Loki's eyes went wide as disgust coursed through him, "W-what? Me and Sif? Ugh, no, never!"

Adora made a face, "Then why would something she says bother you?"

Letting out a groan, Loki rubbed a hand roughly across his cheeks. He felt pitiful thinking about the truth to this, and saying it aloud seemed weak. 

But as he gazed down at his wife, his sweet Adora, and her eyes held nothing but wonder, it didn't seem quite so frightening. 

"Because she's right."

Adora sat up, a soft rage taking over as she placed a firm palm on his chest, "Loki-."

"I'm a conniving, craven, pathetic worm," Loki told her seriously, and he could do nothing but watch as her eyes widened. "I deserve to be alone, and I always will be.

"I'm scared of being alone," he whispered, his voice cracked and painful. "I crave attention so much that I cut off her hair just so someone would look at me. She always looked at Thor, and while I have never desired her romantically, their friendship is something I've always envied."

Adora chewed on her lip as he continued, feeling like a raw open nerve as she saw him expose himself to her. 

"My real parents abandoned me. They took one look and decided I wasn't enough. I've never been enough for Odin and now I've got this wife and daughter who are amazing and I'll never be enough for you, Adora. I'm not good and I never w-."

Adora cut him off with a sharp slap! But before Loki could register the stinging across his cheek she grabbed him by the shoulders and crashed her lips to his. Loki was shocked to stone for a moment, but then his hands found their way to her sweater, clinging to it tightly as he kissed her back. 

She radiated warmth and safety, understanding and kindness, and he could not stop himself from falling into her. Her taste of citrus and cinnamon colored the world with sweetness and fire, and when she pulled away it was much too soon. 

"Do not speak of my husband in such a way ever again," she growled lowly, her dark eyes igniting with that terrifying purple spark deep behind. 

It faded as Adora softened, her palms smoothing up his neck until they cupped his cheeks, "All you can do is try. I will too. We'll try together, Loki."

Loki covered her hands with his, his brows furrowing in disbelief. How could she want him like this? She knew enough about him and… he had already disappointed her so many times. 

"My dear wife," Loki whispered gratefully, "Then that is all I will ever do."

Adora’s smile lit up the realm, and she got up from the small couch. Her hand extended out for him to take, "Let's go back to bed since we've got all this time."

"I like the sound of that."

Adora led him back into the chamber with a grin and her hand in his. The morning sun poured through the windows, illuminating her auburn curls into a bright flame as she padded ahead of him. Her bare feet danced softly over the marble floor as Loki followed lovestruck, a dopey smile spreading across his cheeks. 

As they approached the bed, Adora turned to grasp both of his hands. Her thumbs pressed to the backs of his knuckles as she pulled them up first to her forehead, then to her heart, pulling them tightly against her skin. 

She opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly the sweater and leggings she wore dissipated in the streams of sunlight, exposing her to him for the first time. Loki's eyes went wide, but before he could register the sight of her naked body Adora dropped to the floor with a yelp and curled up tightly.

Loki was on his knees in an instant, but when he reached out to touch her Adora let out a small sob and flinched away from him. 

"I'm, I'm sorry," she whimpered into her kneecaps, clinging tightly to her shins. "I've never-, I know you're my husband but I've never been nude before any man."

"Adora," Loki murmured, pressing his palm to the floor beside her. He wanted to hold her, but he didn't want to scare her away or push her boundaries. "It's okay, I promise, my dear."

Adora looked up enough from her legs to flash him with watery eyes, but then they went wide and she hid again. It was then Loki realized the damned room had taken his clothes as well, and he'd flashed his poor modest wife. 

"Look it's okay, I swear. I'll cover up," Loki grunted, getting up enough to snatch a pillow from the bed and set it over his lap. 

He pulled the blanket from the mattress, willing the stupid room not to make it fade away. Loki fanned it out and draped it over her shoulders, careful not to touch her as he covered her in the downy comforter.

"See? Easy fix, I won't look if you don't want me to." 

When Adora peeked up at him with watery eyes, Loki gave her a reassuring smile and held out his hand, "Can I touch you, Adora?"

"You're my husband, Loki," she whispered tearfully, "you can do whatever you like to me."

"But I'm asking your permission," he softly said back. 

Adora squinted at him, but Loki just flashed her his most dazzling smile. "You can touch me, husband."

Loki wrapped his arms around her blanket covered shoulders, pulling her tightly to him. Adora shifted under the comforter and cinched it tighter around her, but she melted into his side. 

"I don't know how to do this," Adora whispered, her voice shaking. She sniffled and rubbed her eyes, "I've come to realize I'm woefully unprepared for wifely duties."

"Now why would you say something like that?"

Adora scoffed, "I can't even be bare in front of my husband. It's ridiculous."

"I wish you wouldn't speak of my wife like that," Loki murmured with mock sadness, and Adora shot him a glare. "I said we'd go slow, Adora. That includes being nude if you need it to."

Loki beckoned her with his hand, holding it out for her to take, "C'mon, let's go to bed."

Adora let one hand slip from the comforter and slid her palm against his. Loki took the opportunity to scoop her up in his arms and take her to their marriage bed. 

He set her on the bed and spread the covers over the mattress, then slid on next to her. He covered himself with one of the pillows again, but Adora pushed it away and let it fall to the floor. 

When Loki cocked a brow at her she smiled sheepishly, "Get under here."

Careful not to lift it too much, Loki slipped under the blanket with her. They lay on their backs and looked awkwardly to the ceiling, the comforter tucked under their arms. 

He was careful not to touch her, though all he wanted to do was curl up with her on his chest. The last thing Loki wanted to do was push her before she was ready. 

When Adora's fingers nudged under his, Loki took her hand and tangled them together. She gave him a soft squeeze and he gave her one back. 

"Is this okay?" Adora asked quietly, letting her head fall back on the pillow. Her eyes were wide and nervous as Loki gazed back with a smile. 

"This is perfect."

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Notes: Next chapter... first smut for Loki and Adora! o.O it's... very hot I promise no matter how inexperienced Adora is!

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[thisisarcanereverie]

💧(near death experience) &' your warm'

Marc Spector (Moon Knight) saves reader.

You're Warm (Marc Spector x Reader)

Hey! Here is the first fic from my 500 follower celebration prompt list (here is the link)

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The plan was simple, you took the rear while Marc went in through the front, took most of the brunt force while you were left to deal with any stragglers left behind. 

You were infiltrating this big company, who had gotten its great successes literally overnight, shares had gone up significantly, more people invested, and more profit. What made you and Marc investigate was the fact that for a couple of weeks now since the company’s big break, people have gone missing, especially those that happen to walk in front of the large corporate building, and only at night. 

Khonshu had investigated the inside of the building while you and Marc hit the books. Apparently, the company’s CEO was an avid scholar and had recently been terminated from his apprenticeship as a curator in a museum after several artifacts had gone missing. One of those artifacts happened to be something inscribed in an old language translated to “The Blood of Wishes” which was believed to be able to grant one's deepest desires by sacrificing a human heart every full moon. 

Since they were harming the travelers of the night, this fell under Moon Knight’s jurisdiction, and although Marc would love nothing but to keep you home, far away from any danger. You’ve made it very clear that was never going to happen. That you could take care of yourself, you may not have healing armor, but you do just fine. 

The plan was simple, Moon Knight would kill the CEO while you located the artifact as Marc drew most of the hostile attention towards himself. 

He should’ve known it wouldn’t be that simple. 

So far the plan went swimmingly, and the state of the art com set that you had splurged on was clear as could be. You had located the room in the sub level basement where the artifact was being held, you had easily bypassed the security code and entered the room. You grabbed the overall evil wish conjuring artifact and put it in your bag. And just as you were about to turn and make a beeline for your motorcycle out back. 

You felt cold. 

At first you didn’t feel it, which you assumed must have been shock taking over your body. You didn’t panic, but your hands still shook as you reached for the growing dark wet spot on your shirt. Your hand comes back a wet, sticky, scarlet color. 

You tried to think but you couldn’t, you tried to step forward but fell onto the cold concrete floor with a loud thud. Your vision blurred as you could only register the rapid sounds of knives flashing through the air, a man begging for his life, and white glowing eyes. 

Before everything went to black. 

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Marc woke up, his breath erratic as his heart beat. He closes his eyes and tries not to remember that night, in this line of work he has seen a lot of death, and has been dead himself. But never has he ever felt such grief when he saw you on the ground, your blood pooling around you like a sick crimson halo pair of wings. When he had gotten to you, your usually warm skin had become clammy and cold. He had no choice but to bring you to a hospital for surgery, Marc had called Dr. Strange and a few connections to get you into surgery with minimal questions. The road to recovery had been long, but as he looked beside him and saw you, your face giving a warm and healthy glow in the morning sun, the crinkle of your nose and the way your eyelashes fluttered. He reminded himself you were real, you were alive. 

He was about to leave the bed when he felt your hand grab his unconsciously. As much as he needed to use the bathroom, he couldn’t find it in himself to leave you. The grip you have on him, his soul, was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. So slowly he slipped back into the bed beside you, brought the hand you held his in to his lips, giving it the softest of kisses, as he denied the tear that almost escaped from his dark eyes as he burrowed his face in the nook of your neck letting the even vibration of your beating pulse calm him as he breathed in your scent. His arms held your securely against him as he relished in the heat you exuded, heat that obliterated that night from thought as well as the lingering doubts and pains and scars that life had left behind on him, visible or not. You began to stir as he whispered one thing against you.

“You’re warm” 

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Drabble: In Sickness and Health

I should be asleep. I want to be asleep, but I’m wide awake at 5 am 😒. I’ve been sick with a cold/sinus stuff for almost a week now. I mentioned to a friend last night that these are the times I really wish I wasn’t single because it would be super comforting to have someone take care of me and all the stuff I still have to do while I’m sick. But alas… I am very single… so the only way this can happen is via a drabble… one that @jobean12-blog helped plot. So here y’all go.

Title: In Sickness and Health

Pairing: Andy Barber x female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: suggestive

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

As soon as Andy got the text from you saying you were leaving work early because you weren’t feeling well, he started packing up his own things.

He had noticed that you’d seemed off this morning, but the fact that you were leaving work early told him that you were really sick.

Within an hour of the text, he’d cleared the rest of his day and the next day of any appointments and let his secretary know that he would be working from home. Then he left, stopping at the grocery store to pick up anything and everything he thought that you’d need or want.

Arriving at home, he found you fast asleep on the couch, with the clothes you’d worn to work on the floor nearby. A clear sign that you hadn’t felt well enough to attempt the stairs to your bedroom.

After putting the groceries away, he grabbed your clothes and ran upstairs to put them away and to grab you more comfortable clothes to put on when you woke up.

He set the clothes on the ottoman near you and then he went into the kitchen and set up his laptop at the island, where he could still see you while he worked.

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You weren’t sure how long you’d been sleeping when you finally woke up, but your head still ached and you felt like you’d been hit by a semi-truck.

Forcing yourself into a sitting position, you looked around and frowned when you saw what looked like a small pharmacy on a tray table next to the couch. Where had that come from?

“You’re awake,” you heard Andy say. “How do you feel?”

Then, like a knight in shinning armor, he was there, kneeling before you. His large hand pressing itself against your forehead to feel if you were warm or not.

“Like crap,” was the only response that you could come up with.

He nodded then offered you one of the many medicines and liquids he had to gathered.

“Why are you home?” You found yourself asking after he’d tucked you back in to your couch bed. With his help, you’d swapped all but your panties for a long t-shirt.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” he replied then grinned. “After all, I did vow to be there for you in both sickness and health.”

“But work?” You weakly protested.

“That’s the best part of being my own boss,” he stated. “I can work anywhere I want to. And I want to work at home in case you need me.”

“I love you,” you said as you felt sleep coming to take you.

“I love you, too,” Andy replied, brushing a kiss across your forehead before he stood up.

It took two full days for you to get over your bug and Andy stayed home with you throughout it all.

In the days that followed, as you still fought off the fatigue from being sick, Andy was an annoying (but well-meaning) watchdog, insisting that you not overexert yourself.

Then, on the fifth day, he just stopped butting in and telling you what not to do. It unnerved you at first, but then you realized that you felt quite normal and not fatigued at all.

And it was that evening that you surprised your caring, sexy husband with a special dinner and creative after dinner entertainment that left you both breathless and fatigued in the best way possible.

[chrissychats]

𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 3

Masterlist // part one // part two

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, death, betrayal

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Being sapnaps child will include..

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𝐏𝗼𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐥

Apparently the castle got attacked

George was killed by the one and only technoblade

You haven’t personally met the man but you respected him

After all he is a legend

But he killed George

So you were dragged with sapnap when he got pinged on his coms

Dream and George were arguing on the prime path

The sight somewhat terrified you

They were supposed to be best friends?

Dream is the strongest person on the server

George was supposed to be the most unproblematic and protected person

For some reason Quackity was also there

Hiding in the corner of Tommy’s house

“You don’t give a shit about us”

Those words brought some hurt to you as they left sapnaps mouth

“Of course I care about you! I just want to keep him safe.”

The three most important men in your life

The dream team, and ultimate trio the friendship that could never crack! The ones who raised you to be who you are

They were falling apart

“George is no longer king!”

Quackity was just eating all of the drama

Damn duck

“I’ve done so much for you, I hope you don’t forget.”

“Like what?” “I helped you raise a child Sap, a damn child.”

That pissed the both of you off

As if you didn’t just recently spend a whole day with him

None the less your whole life

Being drawn into wars, multiple actually

Practically being drawn to death

“Don’t you bring them into this Dream.”

“Eret is now king again, he can actually rule this place.”

“I was the best king this server ever had!”

So there it happened

The crown was snatched off of George’s head and you were dragged along with it

“Don’t worry, we can start our own place!”

“El rapids it is”

𝐄𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐬

You were 100% skeptical about all of this

You didn’t trust that this would be good

I mean how could you

Everything that someone starts on the server

Dies, explodes, nukes, or straight up fails

So instead you went down to Lmanburg for the day!

You went to Nikkis bakery to get something to eat

She was glad to give you a couple snacks for the road

So while you were walking around the new area you spotted dream

“Where you heading off to?”

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You both eyed each other weirdly

“Aren’t you supposed to hate me?”

You just laughed

Ofcourse you were upset

But you were also bored

“And?” “Come on let’s go see tommy”

So you agreed and carelessly followed the green man

You missed Tommy, after not having seen him for a bit

Fucking hell you needed friends

But when you got there

“Why the fuck is everything gone!”

You ran around the now blown up area

The tents were destroyed and signs were thrown around

Then you noticed the large pillar

You instantly ran to dream, begging him to give you a pearl

He was upset himself he lost his leech

So you threw the pearl up thankfully landing on the pillar

Looking around to see if there was any way he could’ve survived

But you accidentally tripped

And lost your first life

𝐘/𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝗼𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝗼𝗼 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 ♡︎♥︎♥︎

𝐏𝐫𝗼𝐩𝗼𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐬

You woke up screaming in your bed

The three lines on your wrist now faded into two

Sapnap came rushing in holding you lose to him

You tried not to but you cried a little

This was your first time loosing a life..

And you didn’t even mean too!

“Your never fucking leaving me again.”

Karl came in with Quackity following after

Karl just like snatched you away from sapnap and just held you

That man was ready to go back in time and reverse that from ever happening

Trust me he will if you ever loose another life

So after that everyone kept a close eye on you

That was until one day you were with your dad

You both were at your old house just chilling around

Before he handed you two velvet boxes

You were in awe of the two rings that sat in them

Who the fuck paid for these??

“I’m going to purpose.”

You almost dropped the boxes

“What?”

Sapnap just kept smiling

“You really like em huh” “Yeah flame, I love them.”

So you just hugged him

Internally freaking the fuck out

What would this mean???

Three dads? What if they wanted another child! Oh hell no

So you all stood in el rapids

Candles were spread around the top of the grassy hill

There were flowers blooming from every direction and lanterns set afloat

It looked mystical

You watched as sapnap got down on one knee

Karl was in shock, tears streaming down his eyes

Quackity looked love struck, looking into sapnaps eyes with total adoration

So when they said yes your dad called you and the other two just hugged you

“I’m guessing they said yes” you laughed

“Yeah they did!”

You couldn’t help but be happy

Your dad finally found some happiness

Even tho life was going to shit

If you won’t be there

He’ll have them

𝐋𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝗺

Oh wait shit did someone spot tommy?

There was supposed to be a festival today

So you went to go check it out

Maybe throw a ball at the furry

“Go fetch!” You shouted at fundy

Yeah he was not happy and just threw you the finger

“Hey N/n is Dream coming?”

You were excited that Tubbo was actually talking to you again

“Huh? Oh yeah I think” “Great thanks”

And back to the disappointment

So you walked over to get a pretzel or some shit

And then heard everyone making a commotion

There he was, Dream walking in (angry) with full netherite armor

Damn dude respect some tradition

“Tommy blew up the fucking community house”

Did someone say tommy?

Oh you were ready to kill that bastard

Hell if Dream didn’t you most definitely will

So you followed everyone to the community house

Yeah you were ready to fucking cry

One of your homes, the place you’d always confide in since you were little

Where dream and George both helped raise you

Now blown to shreds

“What the fuck”

They were talking about Tubbo giving up the discs

Oh we are not going through that shit all over again

And this time the odds are most definitely not in your favor

Then tommy appeared half invisible

“YOU FUCKING DICKHEAD I THOUGHT YOU DIED YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT”

You litterly stabbed him, having to be held back by Quackity

“Alright hot shot, lets let them have their argument”

Tommy sent you an apologetic look already on the verge of tears

“Tubbo your not seriously considering this”

Then it hit everyone

“The discs were worth more then you ever were!”

Oh yeah we’re you already pissed off at tommy?

Yeah

And he just made it worse

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO TUBBO YOU SHIT HEAD”

Yeah you didn’t take pretending to be dead very lightly

Oh shit why was techno there

never mind, Lmanburg will be gone by tomorrow

No point killing tommy yet

Whos side were you on?

Neither. You litterly went into that battle feild and killed some shit

That was until multiple pieces of tnt landed ontop of your head

And that’s where you lost your second life

Shit

𝐘/𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 ♡︎♡︎♥︎ ⚠︎︎ᴏɴᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴɪɴɢ

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝗼𝐧

This time when you won’t up it didn’t feel as bad

But you still screamed

A rush of a heartburn and scars employed on your body

The second line now faded into one

Shit

You were only 16-17 and on one life??

Die young the better

You waited out in your bed until the end of the fight

Death alerts and messages drowning out your communicator

But you had no energy what so ever

Until it all went quiet

You tried your damn best to get out of bed and walked to the damaged Lmanburg

There were people crying

Others were severely hurt

Then there were those who were perfectly fine

The whole place was a crater

Lmanburg.. the place of agony and depths of your pain

Now it’s finally gone

What the hell are you gonna do now?

Quackity spotted you calling out for Sapnap

You felt like you were gonna be crushed under their hold

“I’m gonna fucking kill dream.” You heard Quackity mutter

Sapnap felt like a bad father

Who lets their kids die twice?

(Cough cough Wilbur and dream)

Then suddenly things switched around

You were walking around with a bloodied nose and black eyed Tommy

Yeah you did a number on him

But it’s okay since he was your best friend

And there was a sign inside his house

“Wednesday you and Tubbo. Bring no one or anything, lets settle this once and for all”

The final disc war

“Tommy you can’t go” “I’m going N/n, he has my discs.”

So you like cried a little bit lined up on the prime path

Giving the two probably the last hugs they’ll ever get

Prime you really didn’t want to loose them

So you ran straight to church prime

Litterly begging Master Oolong that they won’t die

“Please please please spare them. Pogchamp.”

(Please this is all jokes and old references don’t cancel me)

You got a blast message from punz on your comms with cords

“Come here. bring your best armor”

So you did so running to the nearest ender chest

If walking means saving tommy and Tubbo, it’s somewhat worth it

Sapnap made sure you didn’t leave his side as you traveled around the nether

even tho you could literally swim in the lava

So just to piss him off

You jumped in

The sigh of relief this man

Yeah he’s gotten a little more paranoid for you

But it’s okay since it’s in love

You looked around the weird black stone room

There were two giant photos of the discs

And everything was made out of the same material

No design what so ever

Tommy and Tubbo ran to you like you were gonna protect them

“Dream why” you asked as he was incased in the blocks

Down on his last life

Just like you

‘I’m sorry’ he mouthed to you

Why was he apologizing to you?

Hasn’t he hurt everyone here

You looked around the different items

Tracing the outline of the item frames

Gasping in shock as you a cage with your name on it next to badboyhalo

“Tell em what you told me! How you blew up the community house!”

Your neck spun around faster then an owl doing that 360 thing

You picked up your ace seriously read to slash his head off

“Wait wait! Lets put him in the prison.”

So they took him off

And it pained you to see it

You trusted that man for a very long time

Nothing stays the same on the Dream Smp

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TUMBLR WOULDNT LET ME WRITE MORE KMS. So yes I’m sorry but there will have to be a part FOUR. I just wanted to finish this-

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