#her shirt says small in mandarin

[azzibuckets]

for a pazzi prompt maybe them transitioning from friends to lovers but nobody questioning it at all because they’ve always been touchy anyway

in love with you [pazzi]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

a/n: how do i always manage to stray from the prompt…i read this as friends as benefits to lovers😭

word count: 1.7k

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Paige panted against Azzi’s skin, letting her body fall slack against her best friend. Fingers lightly ran over the skin on her back, soothingly tracing patterns as she recovered. She let her eyes close as she deeply inhaled, trying to memorize Azzi’s scent and ingrain it into her head forever - warm vanilla and mandarin, with a musky hint of sweat.

When Paige finally caught her breath, she propped herself up on her elbows so that she could cup the face of the girl beneath her. “I needed that,�� she breathed, the tips of her fingers gently brushing away the hair from Azzi’s eyes.

Azzi subconsciously leaned into her touch, a small smile forming its way onto her pretty pink lips. “What’s a best friend good for if they can’t relieve your stress?” she teased.

Paige bit the inside of her cheek, the startling pain a harsh but much needed reality check for her. Azzi was her best friend, albeit with benefits, but still nothing more. For some reason, she constantly needed the reminder that someone as beautiful and sweet as Azzi Fudd would never fall for someone like her. But it was her fault whenever she got her hopes up, thought maybe the way Azzi looked at her or had sex with her meant something different.

Paige rolled off of the younger girl and studied the ceiling. Azzi stayed for a second there, unmoving, before she lifted herself from the bed and started rummaging around the floor for her clothes.

“Leaving already?” Paige wrinkled her eyebrow, surprised at Azzi’s rush when she usually took her time in bed, sharing in lingering kisses before reluctantly leaving.

“Yeah, sorry,” Azzi said as she continued looking around. “I got something planned.” She turned around, her hands on her hips and a confused expression on her face. “Where’d you throw my shirt again? I could’ve sworn it was over here somewhere.”

Paige shrugged, folding her arms behind her head as she watched her best friend. “I don’t know. Just wear one of my things like you always do.”

Azzi opened her mouth to respond, but hesitated as if she wasn’t sure what to say. Paige leaned forward, suspicious at the girl’s sudden nervousness. “Why are you acting all weird? Is there something you’re not telling me?”

The dark haired girl shook her head too quickly. “No. Just, you know. Prefer to not let everyone know we’re sleeping together.”

Paige grabbed the nearest shirt she could find and wrestled it over her head as she started advancing towards Azzi. “Now you’re definitely being weird. We always wear each other’s clothes and no one cares.” She was directly in front of Azzi now. Paige reached down to grab her hand. “What’s up?” she swung their interlocked hands, her face etched with concern.

Azzi bit her lip, looking everywhere but Paige. “I just have, you know, a date. And showing up wearing your clothes isn’t exactly a good look?”

The blonde’s heart started pounding at this news, but she tried to maintain a facade of indifference. “A date right after a hookup? Azzi, you slut,” she joked, but her laugh sounded choked out and the words hung lifelessly in the air between them, the punchline clearly fucked up.

Azzi shrugged. “You’re the one who called me. And besides, the date’s nothing serious.” She resumed her search for her clothes, but Paige stayed frozen where she was.

After a few moments of silence, Paige spoke up again. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a date?” She nudged the younger girl’s shoulder from where she was bent down.

Azzi didn’t look up. “I don’t know. I didn’t want it to be weird, I guess.”

“Why would it be weird?” Paige’s tone was cautious. “We tell each other everything.”

“Like I said, I don’t know.” Azzi glanced over her shoulder at the blonde before quickly turning back around. She spotted her shirt in the depths of Paige’s closet and grabbed it, rushing to put it on. “It’s just…it’s the first date I’m going on since this started to happen.” She gestured between the two of them, wordlessly indicating their friends with benefits situation. “And I didn’t really know how to go about it. I didn’t wanna be weird?”

Paige bit her cheek again, this time strong enough to draw blood. “Well, we talked about this. We said we wanted to keep things normal, and keeping things normal means continuing to tell me things you’d tell me even without this agreement going on.”

Now fully dressed, Azzi studied herself in the mirror, unleashing the braids from the hasty ponytail she’d thrown her hair in earlier. “Honestly, I don’t get why you care so much,” she muttered.

Paige hovered next to Azzi, desperately wishing the girl would turn around and just look at her, but she stood there stubbornly, eyes fixed on her own reflection. “Sue me for being interested in my best friend’s life.”

Azzi finally made eye contact with her, but her stare was piercing. “Well, you’re starting to act weirdly possessive.”

Paige crossed her arms, conscious of the fact that she was standing doggedly between Azzi and the door. “Don’t go.” She hadn’t meant for those words to come out of her mouth, but they had, and now she wished she’d taped her lips shut.

Azzi’s eyebrow cocked. “Don’t go?” she repeated, a hint of amusement glittering in her eyes.

The older girl cemented her resolve. “Stay,” she pleaded, inwardly wincing at the humiliating desperation that tinged her voice.

Azzi swallowed hard, seemingly starting to understand that Paige wasn’t joking. All humor was gone from her expression now. “Paige,” she said seriously. “You’re my best friend. You know I won’t go if you don’t want me to. But just know that asking me to stay would be incredibly selfish of you.”

Paige dropped her gaze. This is why she loved Azzi - her raw honesty combined with her fierce loyalty. But at the same time, she knew she was being utterly self-absorbed, pathetically trying to keep Azzi to herself when the girl clearly wanted something more than anything Paige could have to offer.

“Fine.” Her voice was weak. She cleared her throat, and said more steadily, “Go.”

Azzi looked at her hard, her eyes steely. But when she brushed past her to leave, the touch of her fingertips to Paige’s elbow was gentle. “I’ll see you later.”

••••••••••••••••••••

Azzi knew that this wouldn’t work. Throwing herself at other girls, hoping one of them would act similarly enough to Paige - talk like her or look like her or smile like her - so that she could mollify the growing ache in her heart and forget about the only person she’s ever truly wanted.

And when the date went absolutely haywire, the other girl turning out to be an egocentric bitch who wouldn’t stop ordering expensive dishes and adding more to the bill, Azzi had walked right on out. Five minutes later, Paige had pulled up to the curb of the restaurant, but not with an i told you so look on her face but a gaze of such softness that Azzi wondered how she’d even agreed to the date in the first place.

“Thanks.” Azzi broke the stifling silence in the car. She leaned her head against the window, studying the dark scenery flying past them.

“I was nearby. It wasn’t a problem.” They both knew Paige was lying, but Azzi appreciated the effort.

Later that night, when Paige had invited her to stay the night and Azzi didn’t have the strength in her to say no like she’s ever been able to say no to Paige, and Azzi started ranting about how she could never find the right person, because they always turned out to be rude or weird or just not for her, Paige had started smiling with that stupid smirk on her face, leaning closer and closer to Azzi, and they’d somehow ended up tangled in white sheets and each other’s limbs for the second time in twenty four hours, but neither of them were really complaining.

And after that, when Paige was lying on Azzi, both of them bare and vulnerable but more than just physically, Paige had said, “You know why all your dates are dumb fucks?”

Azzi had said no. She’d been sleepy, partly from the exhaustion of the day and party from the way Paige was tracing circles around the piercing in her belly button.

That was the night Azzi realized Paige was in love with her, because Paige had told her, had told her about the way she was so selfless and kind and gentle to everyone around her, a warm light that made everyone else shine brighter by simply just existing, about the way she was admiringly wholly and entirely dedicated to developing her art, always looking to the interests of the team before her own, and the way she was so good with kids, always treating them like real people and having conversations with them. And Paige hadn’t said those words explicitly, said “these are the reasons why I’m in love with you.” No, she’d listed them out as reasons why all the people Azzi went on dates with were “dumb fucks.” But by the time Paige had finished her rant, her chest heaving, the look in her eyes full of the familiar desperation and determination that Azzi had become accustomed to along with another thing she’d always failed at recognizing but which she now realized as longing, Azzi had figured that these were the things that Paige was in love with. That sure, these might be things that all the failed dates in her past might’ve failed to seen in her. But more importantly, these were reasons that Paige had wanted her to stay.

And so that night Azzi had taken the initiative to be the one to explicitly say “I love you” first. Even though Paige’s almost-monologue from moments before was basically an “I love you” in its own right.

[milla984]

And in the Beginning...

Summary: after spending a day at D.C.’s most renowned multifandom convention Spencer and Garcia stop for a coffee. Spoiler alert - our fave Resident Genius dumps their order on Reader.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader (Reader is a sci-fi buff)

Category: fluff

TW/CW: swearing, mentions of food, some Star Wars-related talk

Word Count: 2k

Once again, a ginormous THANK YOU to @drgenius-reid for taking the time to beta-read the first draft (aka witnessing the horror)!

The following work is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins' CM Meet Cute (or not) Challenge and is also part of the series Spencer Reid, my beloved

“Highlight of the day?! Jamie Hewlett signing my copy of The Cream of Tank Girl! In you face, Mr. 'Superman Can Fly'...!”

The woman carrying a Chinese paper umbrella rummaged through her purse to retrieve a wallet and pay at the coffee truck parked outside the convention center; stylish two-tone glasses matched the army green jumpsuit with a teddy bear patch on her right leg and the blue mandarin collar button-down shirt she was wearing, and her blond hair was tied up in a pair of small side buns.

The tall man beside her chuckled as he picked up two cups. “I don’t know if I should be more impressed or worried.”

“Why?! We made a deal and it’s perfect: he can have Sci-Fi-Gate, I’m keeping WashCon.”

“Sci-Fi-Gate has amazing Star Trek guests, though…”

A long and colorful scarf was wrapped around his neck and a deep red cravat necktie peeked out of the hem of a plaid design vest, combined with a single-breasted brown coat and a pair of grey pants. 

“I can't believe you would really choose the Captains of the Enterprise panel over my emotional stability,” she frowned, paying zero attention to the cosplayer in a trenchcoat with a pair of black wings attached to their back she was about to brush past.

When the feathers smacked her cheek she pulled back, the tips of her umbrella almost poking the tall guy dressed as Doctor Who in the eye; the sudden movement startled the cosplayer and a rapid swing of their dark wings created a commotion in the crowd of people waiting for their turn to order. In the confusion that followed, a random shoulder bumped into yours and pushed you out of the line and off the sidewalk, right in front of the Fourth Doctor - who was struggling to maintain his Fedora in place and watch where he was going at the same time.

Needless to say, he ended up failing at both.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” the blond woman asked. 

“I’m so sorry, SO SO SORRY—” the tall guy apologized simultaneously and she cut him off, rushing to your side.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

The frantic exchange prompted your brain to whoosh into light speed mode to elaborate and discharge the ‘Ah, shit!!’ and ‘wait… is this iced macchiato?!?!’ inputs in favor of a more suitable reaction at the sight of the considerable amount of caffeine soaking your hoodie.

“... I think I’m okay.”  

“First-aid manuals suggest removing all clothes or jewelry near the affected area within moments after the spillage of a hot liquid,” the tall guy said, and the woman gasped in shock. 

“Please tell me you didn’t get burned! Once I got this non-fat steamed white chocolate vani—”

“I’m fine,” you growled a bit. 

Someone behind you was snickering and, despite the relief of not having sustained serious injuries, the attention was already making you feel uncomfortable.

“Scalds are caused by sources of humid heat and certain types of fibers retain the water, which can be responsible for additional damage to the skin,” the tall guy explained again, speaking faster than anyone you had ever heard.

You tucked your shirt in your jeans and raised an eyebrow in his direction. “Let me guess: you’re a doctor.” 

“Well… uhm, yes, this is my…” he faltered, unable to tell if you were referencing his costume as a pun or not. “I am, actually.”

“Not that kind of doctor,” the woman added.

She sighed as soon as she realized you were standing there speechless, drenched in coffee, your gaze wandering back and forth between them. “I’m so sorry…”

“They should be more careful with the lids. I think I got lucky,” you muttered through gritted teeth as you pulled the zip down.

Thanks to the decision to splurge some money on yourself, earlier on, you had something to replace your soiled hoodie with. The Fourth Doctor looked away and focused his attention on the cups he was still holding in his hands; before he threw them in the nearest trashcan he inspected their content, confirming he’d fortunately spilled on you a combination of 98% half-caf iced caramel macchiato and just 2% regular hot americano.

The woman was still clasping the handle of her umbrella. “Listen, we were about to check out this itsy-bitsy lovely Indian place ‘round the corner, maybe you should come with us. You know… to try and get cleaned up a little.” 

You dug into the shopping bag at your feet, taking a sealed package out to rip the plastic film wrapped around a brown sweatshirt with a stylized front print of the panoramic view of the desert, Jabba the Hutt’s palace and twin suns on Tatooine, and put it on. 

“No offense, but my parents taught me to never follow strangers.” 

“None taken,” the tall guy replied, “they were absolutely right. According to the National Missing and Unidentified Persons System, about 90,000 individuals are reported missing in the U.S. every year and the National Institute of Justice estimates that approximately 4,400 unidentified bodies are recovered annually.”  

For the second time in less than five minutes, you considered the possibility he could truly be from Gallifrey. You also wondered if he was aware of his perfect facial structure: everything about his demeanor indicated he wasn’t too skilled in the art of charming people using his sculpted jawline and lean figure. 

“... do you always quote statistics about murders and kidnappings like it’s a casual topic of conversation?”  

His eyes got even bigger, showing a hint of gold on the inside. “It was merely an observation—”

“Yeah, he… does that,” the woman came to his rescue, “and even if it sounds bad, trust me it’s- it's part of his job. Our job. Except, I don’t deal with the scary, disturbing, yucky stuff.”

Your question wasn’t meant to come out in such a sarcastic tone. “You’re cops?!”

“FBI. Tech Analyst and Behavioral Analysis Unit,” she explained, and the tall guy waved a silent greeting at you. 

Even though the chance of running into the Bureau personnel stationed in D.C., at some point, wasn’t unreasonable, ‘two FBI agents walk into a multifandom convention dressed as characters from sci-fi TV shows’ could have easily been the beginning of a bad joke. 

Plus, it was hard to picture the Fourth Doctor as a G-Man. “What’s your Ph.D. in, exactly?”

“I have a Ph.D. in Mathematics. And Chemistry, and Engineering. And I hold BAs in Psychology, Sociology and Philosophy.”

“Google him. Spencer Reid, B-A-U,” the woman suggested after a short pause, in response to your skeptical expression.

Judging by her tone she was daring you to, as if the situation wasn’t already giving off major The Twilight Zone vibes… and yet, instead of bidding them an unenthusiastic farewell, you pulled out your phone to type his name. 

A plethora of results popped on the screen seconds later, so you first clicked on the link titled BAU’s newest member. 

“With three doctorate degrees from Caltech already, and a staggering IQ of 187 as well as an eidetic memory there is no psychological exam or test the FBI could put in front of him he could not ace,” the piece said about newly-recruited Spencer Reid.

“When I ask why he chose Caltech over MIT and Stanford, he quickly runs down a list of Professors he had a desire to study with. He makes no mention of the weather or girls,” an older article reported.

You skipped through at least a dozen mentions of SSA Reid’s outstanding performances in the field, then a PDF document, property of the California Institute of Technology, caught your interest and you read the title aloud. 

“Identifying non-obvious relationship—” 

“Non-obvious relationship factors using cluster-weighted modeling and geographic regression,” he recited by heart, “that's my Engineering dissertation.”

He was too prepared on the subject and too adorably peculiar to be an impostor posing as a genius FBI agent for kicks, during the weekend; you picked his Fedora off the ground as a peace offering. 

“Seems like you’re a wunderkind, Doctor Reid.”

Spencer lowered his chin so he could mask the rush of blood to his cheeks and his friend giggled, gently linking arms with you. 

“Now, there’s something relevant we need to discuss, pronto… how do you feel about veg biryani?”

An hour and a half proved to be all the time you needed to form a solid conviction that Spencer Reid going on a spiel about the original blueprints of a fictional space station was the best thing since sliced bread.

“It’s part of the iconic imagery Lucas wanted to establish, there’s no health and safety. And don’t forget it was originally designed by the Geonosians.”

You snorted at the mention of the classic ‘designed by a flying alien species’ argument. “That’s not an excuse! Even if the Geonosians designed it, they knew it was meant to be used by humanoid creatures.”

After leaving the restaurant, where you had insisted on paying for your share - much to Garcia's dismay, you’d walked back to the convention center’s parking lot and now you were waiting by your car for Penelope to get hers. As you had recently discovered, she loved mugs, old Italian movies and playing the ukulele; Spencer wasn’t as outgoing and chatty, especially about his private life, but Star Wars was for sure one of his numerous areas of expertise.

“TIE fighters don’t have a proper defense system and the original prototype even lacked structural integrity to support atmospheric flight. The Empire doesn't care about casualties, it’s safe to think they never bothered to install a guardrail or other appropriate safety measures because to them the Death Star technicians are expendable.”

“Okay… solid theory,” you admitted, making him smile as he wiped his forehead to get rid of a lock of curly hair.

“Thank you. It’s nice to have a discussion with someone who knows about the Geonosians. Or the Death Star. It only happened twice but I’ve had people asking me what that was.”

When the convertible Cadillac with a plastic Hawaiian lei tied to the rear-view mirror stopped inches from you, Garcia - behind the steering wheel - proudly gestured at the extension of her eccentric personality.

“Meet Esther. Isn’t she fab?”

You wolf whistled your appreciation, gliding your fingertips over the leather upholstery and orange body paint. “Quick question: how much do you think I’d get if I sued two FBI agents for… damages, let’s say?!”

Penelope produced a fluffy pen out of the glove compartment and scribbled something on the back of a PetMAC receipt she handed it to you. 

“Sweet pea, if I were you I'd settle for a lifetime of free IT support.”

“I’ll take it,” you said, “I’m kind of tired of being bullied by my own laptop.”

She stared at you for a moment before her face lit up, like a girl on a trip to a four-story candy shop. “... have you ever been to Baltimore ComicCon?!” she asked out of the blue while Spencer plopped himself down on the passenger seat.

You shook your head. “Do you guys—”

“We should totally go together!!” Garcia proposed. Or rather, declared.

In all honesty, the prospect of attending another convention on your own was depressing and you’d given up on the one in Maryland for that specific reason; you turned to Spencer for his approval, too, and he nodded, maybe because he knew there was no way of stopping Garcia if she had her mind set on a specific goal.  

“Baltimore it is, then…?!”

Penelope shot you a smug grin. “Keep in touch. We still owe you a nice dinner and ComicCon’s not up until September, I’d hate to run a background check on your license plate to find you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the idea and saluted them goodbye as they drove off, Esther’s taillights shining bright red.

What a weird Saturday. Meeting a real life genius and the quirkiest FBI agent ever came with a price, and one of your favorite hoodies was most likely beyond salvaging. You needed to know if Spencer Reid was well worth it.

Garcia’s words then echoed in your ears, so you sat in your car and unlocked your phone, scrolling through the most recent Google searches: you had a lot of reading to do. 

@matthew-gray-gubler-lover, @thisiscalmanditsdoctorreid, @pretty-boys-book-club, @spookydrreid, @f-me-reid, @foxy-eva, @scorpiofangirl1109, @a-potato-wearing-plaid, @cynbx, @reidsbookclub, @nagemasstuff, @hotchsdharma, @reidmainbitch, @lizzylynch1, @will-grahams-eyes, @padawancat97

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[britt-kageryuu]

Leo has just started a stream, it's been a good week since the last stream that happened.

His model is dressed in black jeans, a black shirt with an astronaut unicorn, blue sneakers, and his mask with some space charms on the tails.

"Hey Balemates! Sorry we were so quiet this last week or so. It's been very busy at work for everyone. The restaurant where Mandarin works has been slammed because there's a superstition about going there af this time of year. Dee had a tone of tech related craziness at GB." Leo pauses because he realized that his stream setup isn't fully loaded, so he takes a few minutes to fix it.

The background switches between a beach, a forest pond, a random alleyway, a closet full of clothing bags, an armory, and a wallpaper of VTurtles! Fanart with some plushies of the boys on the floor.

Then he was suddenly standing in a graveyard decorated for Dia de Los Muertos. And the chat was on a tombstone that River was sitting on top of, bobbing along with the music that started playing.

"Okay, that's fixed. Red has multiple events, plus he went with Star to a Halloween thing, where everyone thought they had very good costumes of their Wrestling Personas. I think he's going Trick or Treating with her and her brother." Leo paused again as multiple notifications went off, with some Subs, Re-Subs, Gift Subs, and a few Noise Redemptions.

So he spent a few minutes saying thank you, congratulate those who reached certain milestones, reading messages. And finding the list is redeemable sounds to disable a number of them.

"As for me. Well we're entering Flu Season, which is also Flu Shot Season. So many patients at my clinic have been making appointments to get them. Along with some wanting to get of the Tea and Coffee." Leo pauses to take a drink from a mug that read 'Some Tea and Rest Cures most Problems in Life...' and when he puts it down the other side reads 'For Everything Else Cope!'

"So now before I switch over to the planned game, we will not be streaming until the Saturday or Sunday, because our family will be celebrating Halloween, the Day of the Dead, and a couple other things." He says while pull his chair into frame, it has some Halloween Garland on it and a toy turtle with candy skulls painted on the shell.

"Also Mandarin want to warn people that he's going to do a bit of an art dump onto his socials, because he participated in Inktober, but didn't have time to post everything. Pretty sure he's also got a big commission coming soon, so his videos and shorts will be a bit more spread out."

He says while switching to a slightly different scene where the game window appears with the LoZ Echoes of Wisdom title screen on screen.

"I'm sorry to tell you I already finished the game, but I want to take you on the journey to find the rest of the Heart Pieces, Might Crystals, and Side Quests."

At least half of the rest of the stream was Leo double checking that the chat wasn't trying to troll him for not playing the full game with them. Not to mention the small rage moment where he couldn't figure out how to fight the sand worm things in the desert.

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Masterpost

A technical Part 2!

[spectacular-supernova]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PRESIDENT OF TONARI CLUB!

I, uh, m-made something f-for you.

Know that I'm totally embarrassing my ass over here, so... Don't laugh loud enough that I can hear you from over here!

Aaaaaand now, per Lyndis tradition, I'm gonna overexplain shits and turn a simple Ask into a whole ass Ramble!

-----------------------------(why is there no "Read More" partition in an Ask? I'm so embarrassed right now goddamn it)-------------------------

If you're short-sighted, try removing your glasses or contact lenses and look at this picture. I just did and it's suddenly even prettier!

I actually planned to draw your Sonicsona at first. And then I realized I deadass couldn't even draw Base Sonic. Then I thought I should draw a mole. I realized I also couldn't draw a mole. I thought I should just go for the easiest shit and draw ToFu. I realized I could not draw either one of them, too.

Because I cannot draw, I cheat! I mean I turn things into shapes (chiefly triangles, though not all of them) and then color them and hope that something shows up. This is me using this scientific /+ philosophical concept called Emergence.

No, I didn't just say THAT to sound like I have a technique of any kind, trust. It's so totally a technique—my very productive ass told me.

I remember you saying your favorite color is something like pink, blue, and stuff? It was from that tag game from last year. Hence, I decided I should create a context so I could draw an obscene amount of pink and blue.

If I'm being honest, it took me less than a millisecond to come up with the exact context—Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom is abundantly blue.

And since I always wanted to sneak ToFu in, I thought I would make a purplish-pink dusk. And then I will sneak those stargazing two in.

Come on. Everyone knows those ToFu panels. Even someone like me, who had not seen that part of the manga yet, knows.

Bless Tonari for being so relaxing to color.

HOWEVER! Fushi's limited-ass color presented a big problem for my cheat-drawing. How many combinations of "white" can you even make before you zoom out and see... nothing?! So I basically sabotaged them. That's what you get for being difficult, you mopey, neck-crick-possessing, fragile-enough-to-be-blown-by-the-wind cutie doofus.

I made up the color of their pants. I didn't even refer to their Nameless Boy drip when I decided on the color. I assed that part.

Yes. I admit I put a shit ton of effort into coloring Zelda. This version of Zelda is my kin, you know. Anyway, I like the way her, uh, shirt turned out.

I also like how the Master Sword turned out, but there was so much blue I ended up requiring outlines to distinguish it from Link's shirt and the sky. Told ya I have no technique or skill. I cheat through and through

I was too lazy to draw those sky islands. Besides, the ToTK side is already saturated with details.

What the fuck issa "proportion?" Everyone's head is an orange. The difference, Nova, is whether it's a Mandarin Orange or an Orange.

I don't know if I overdid Dinraal's draconic mane. It looks like she's wearing a wig. At least she is different from how she initially looked—a red tapeworm outfitted with chicken legs.

I admit I put more effort than any Past Me would have into Dinraal because a certain mutual is very, ah, particular about dragons.

Drawing two of your favorite ships for their show of devotion was a completely deliberative choice on my end. Did you also realize that both Link and Fushi had a short, small, low ponytail and that both Zelda and Tonari had similar hair? I believe it's due to me hitting my drawing skill limitation.

There is actually an Easter Egg of some sort in this picture. It's not the ugly doodle thing, no. That thing is me. I'm not an Easter Egg; I'm a ghost.

I'm not telling you what that Easter Egg is. I'm fine with it never being discovered; it'd be like those secret levels in old video games.

But if you DID discover it, come tell me what you think it is!

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I hope you like it enough! Instead of it giving you a migraine, that is. Surely my """art"""... doesn't require a trigger warning... right?

Have a good one, mai bruzha!

---Lyn

A RAMBLE FROM YOU LYN IS THE BEST POSSIBLE BRITHDAY PRESENT I COULD HAVE EVER RECEIVED!!!! COUPLED WITH ART BY YOU????? AND OF MY FAVORITE FELLAS????? What did I deserve to be so blessed ;A; 💕💕💕

I’ll spare us all a little extra scrolling on my part by adding that read more you were fretting about, I have my own ramble upcoming!

I KNOW YOURE ON YOURSELF ABOUT NOT BEING ARTISTIC OR WHATEVER BUT THIS IS ART!!! AND DAMN GOOD ART TOO!!!!!!! This is!!!!!!!!!!! I want this made into stained glass I want to make this the permanent window to me bed roOM LYN THIS IS AMAZING THIS IS ALMOST CERTAINLY GOING DOWN AS ONE OF MY FAVORITE ART STYLES!!!! There’s no such thing as cheating in art, it’s all art!!! “Cheating” is a style, no technique is a style!!! I should know I have none either, hehe -w-‘ your art may be some type of cubism? Hehe idk I’m not an art student :3 Either way this is absolutely gorgeous I’m in LOVE!!!

It’s so creative and well done and I LOVE your eye for detail, the lighting is inspired!!!! Like the way the sun hits the space behind Zelda is so pretty, AND ZELDA IS SO PRETTY!!!!!! EVERYRHING IS SO PRETTY, I CANT FOCUS ON ONE THING BECAUSE I KEEP JUMPING BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN ALL THE THINGS I LOVE ABOUT IT (every thing, every last detail!!! Is that a little you in the middle? Is that the Easter egg???? I could just pick you up and pat your little head!!! 😭 I know you don’t love hugs but that’s how I’ll be standing if you’re ever ready for one!!!)

I should slow down maybe and pick a few things to focus on BUT I JUST CANT I LOVE IT ALL!!!! The two scenes just blend so well into one another that my eyes are just naturally being drawn back and forth between both of the scenery! Dinraal, who turned out AMAZIING BY THE WAY, ABSOLUTELY NOT OVERDONE, if anything I’m so glad you had fun working on her!!! She’s so gorgeous!!!! I bet your friend is so so proud of how well she looks!!! Oh but anyway, Dinraal naturally leads my eyes over to the sun/moon (and the 24, hehe, thank you!!! /)//(\ Your memory is astounding!!), which have their own beautiful rays of light leading down onto the adorable couples 😭 I love love LOVE the moonlight leading down onto Tonari and Fushi, and the fact that she’s pointing at it too like she can almost reach it? Beautiful! Gorgeous!!! And it just leads my eyes down to them too, there’s just such a natural circular flow here, no wonder I keep getting caught in a loop of admiration! 😁

The blues and the pinks, and the stars on the ToFu side!!! I just noticed them and they’re everything to me!!!! Hahaha I’m so glad Tonari was relaxing to color hehe, same for me, something about her is just so lovely and calming when she’s relaxed 🥰 As for Fushi’s colors, I didn’t notice! Even after you pointed it out it looks good to me! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ this is from someone who never references colors though, I’m so loosey goosey about everything -w- BUT YOUR SOLUTION TO YOUR PROBLEM WAS GREAT, THEIR SHAPE IS VERY VISIBLE AND EASY TO MAKE OUT hehe :3 I love their crossed little legs 🥰

Zelda being your kin is so good to know hehe, I’ve always been drawn to all versions of Link myself! I think we’ve been perfectly set up to “play dolls” with these characters in the future, so to speak! Aaaahh they can’t have been easy to draw, there’s a reason I almost never dabble in drawing those two and their intricate outfits, but you make it look effortless!!! Zelda’s shirt turned out amazing, and I’m stuck looking at her little triangle braids!!!! I don’t know why I’m so fixated on that it’s just adorable!!! 😭💕 What a lovely technique, man, I’m so enchanted! AND THE MASTER SWORD, I know you called it cheating BUT I LOVE THE LINE WORK, it makes the sword stand out, almost like you lined that specific part with some sort of melted gold??? Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!

This is gorgeous and beautiful in every which way and thank you!!!! For everything!!! For this beautiful drawing and for giving me a chance to ramble and giving me something gorgeous to look at for the rest of my day, and for indulging in both of my silly little ships /)//(\ I’m so glad I don’t need glasses because I love every inch of your art, thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!!! Gosh it’s so so so lovely 😭💕 you’re so lovely!!!!

I don’t know how to say goodbye so I guess I’ll just say good night for now! Thank you for thinking of me… I’ll have a wonderful day, so long as you promise me you’ll have a wonderful night along side me 🥰

Goodnight, Mai Bruzha!

- Nova

[siriuslystargazing]

Sirius' Moving Castle PT2

I'm sorry it ended so quickly i wanted to get the chapter out ASAP

Edit:16/10/23 - Grammar and spelling changes :)

The morning sun broke through the windows, and a layer of frost still clung to the windows. Remus couldn’t keep warm. He tossed and turned as much as his old, weathered bones would let him. That was his first indentation to say what happened last night was definitely not a dream. Remus slid out of bed, his body still aching and feeling weaker than the night before. He looked down at his wrinkled hands; all the callouses he had built up being a cobbler were gone, just replaced by wrinkled, old, leathery skin. Remus wanted to cry. He could feel the tears pricking and the sob rising, but in his old age, how could he call? It was no use shedding tears. It was his fault for standing up to a wizard… who was also wicked and slated his mother's shop. Remus had a temper, and he didn’t keep it in check last night, resulting in such a harsh and cruel punishment. He never thought of himself as handsome or good-looking, just sort of plain and ordinary, nothing special. Remus wondered if that was the reason he was single…

Remus sat up, reaching out for the time; he grabbed his tarnished silver pocket watch. He was planning on polishing the damnd thing, but now his hands were laced with arthritis he feared he would never be able to shine the ornate stag design on the front. Remus sighed, clicking the button at the top, finding it a lot harder than before the face spang open, revealing it was ten twenty in the morning. Fuck. He was late for work. Remus always started his day at 6 am, grabbed breakfast and brought his mum a cup of tea before starting on a new pair of boots. Remus shuffled off the bed, hitting the cold hardwood floor. He hissed, wrapping his blanket tighter around his body, trying to keep what little warmth he had trapped. He pottered around his room, gathering his clothes, when a knock sounded at his door, followed by his mother's concerned voice.

“Remus darling, are you awake?”  

Remus panicked. He was going to have to reply, or she would be in here in seconds. Remus gulped, “Yes,--” his voice! It was so old and broken, all croaky like his grandfather was

“My goodness, you sound terrible. I'm coming–”

“--no, Don’t! I don't want to get you sick!” Remus called back, praying that Hope would not enter.

“If you say so, dear,” her sorrowful voice broke out “, I'm just heading into the city. Peter is looking after the shop, so do shout to him if you need anything.” 

“I will.” Remus waited for Hope to leave before getting dressed. He went over to the wash basin and looked into the small mirror above the pale of water.

No matter how many times he glanced at his wrinkled face, Remus was still shocked, but at least his clothes suited him more. His brown slacks and well-worn mandarin shirt finally found the old decrepit owner the garments craved. Remus pulled on his shoes. At least he was still agile enough to tie the laces and then start packing a small case. If a wizard cursed him, Remus was sure another wizard or witch would help him reverse the curse. Part of him hoped he would run into that handsome blond wizard again. Remus shook his head at the perverted, though, of course, the young, handsome wizard would never fall in love with him. It was silly. He grabbed his winter cloak from the hook and wrapped it around his old body, pulling to the hood to conceal his face, and headed downstairs.

Peter was anxiously wringing his hands as usual. He hated being put in charge. He had the backbone of a chocolate eclair when it came to angry customers. Remus shook his head but headed to his workshop, pulling one of the pairs of boots he finished the day before. They looked about the same size as the wizard who saved him. Perhaps if he were to bump into him again, he could bargain the boots as a way out of the curse. Remus opened his case, put the shoes inside with the spare clothes he packed, and headed to the kitchen, grabbing a loaf of bread and some cheese for his long journey.

Remus headed out the back entrance, not like Peter would have noticed anyway and made his way through the streets. Local men were discussing the war efforts. Remus just tuned them out. What was the point in ruining what little life he presumed he had left over that stupid war? As Remus continued through the village, the built-up areas began to stretch out, leaving small cottages and the local farmer at the end of the road with his wagon. Remus paced himself over to the farmer and his farm hand, asking if he could hop on the back of his cart towards the wastes. The farmer agreed but was still giving Remus a lecture on how dangerous his trip sounded for how old he was. Remus finally started to understand why some old people were so grumpy…

By four that afternoon, Remus had reached the Farm and the entrance to the wastes. Now, when people who have never visited the Kingdom of Griffdom are told about the wastes that connect the land, a few people assume it looks barren of life.  Black sludge coats the ground where grass should grow, and all manner of disgusting creatures live there. Still, in fact, the Western Wastes is beautiful, picturesque, even—rolling hills filled with wildflower meadows and distant snowcapped mountains. To any budding walker or hiker, it was the perfect trail, but to a wrinkled older man like Remus, it was actually hell on earth.

After the overly kind farmer's wife tried to persuade Remus to stay in the valley, Remus was very thankful, but he needed to find help and sped up the cliffside. Remus was sure he had made good progress and decided to stop for a while, pulling out his bread and cheese pack. He stared out to the village below. He had barely made any progress, and his body was starting to ache. The wind was getting too cold.  He looked down at his food. He still had half a loaf left, so Remus decided to pack the rest away and pull himself up with a satisfying round of cracks and pops as he sighed, straightening his back and continuing; at this point, Remus really wanted a walking stick. He looked everywhere for one, but the bushes all had thorns in them or weren’t long enough for what he deemed his freakishly long, stupid Lyall gene legs. His father was a skinny bastard like him. Remus was starting to think the curse was just having a mini-giant as a father. Still, Remus pressed on up the hill until he noticed a broken tree. Remus headed over to it. The stalk was thicker than he wanted, but it was long enough. As Remus got closer, he noticed a broken snare trapped within the ropes was a magnificent white stag! Well, the head of one followed by a human body that was covered in Hay? Remus couldn’t quite tell it was like a strange straw-like dress, as if he was a peculiar animal scarecrow. He wasn’t surprised he was in the wastes after all.

“Holy–” Remus slid down the bank and into the hole the stag-man was trapped in. Being old wasn't as bad. The strange second winds with adrenalin were fun. Remus pulled at the metal wire. The stag was surprisingly docile for such a grand, wild and awkward creature.  Remus gave the stage a few reassuring words of encouragement before releasing the final snare. The stag didn’t move, and Remus was growing impatient with the thing. 

“Well? I freed you. Do I at least get some form of repayment?” Remus grumbled; the Stag man didn’t so much as bleat or do anything; it just blinked. Remus shuddered. It was slightly unnerving, “as if I should be so lucky... Well, if you see a cane or anything, I'd really appreciate it,” Remus sighed. So, instead of getting another curse, Remus clawed his way out of the hole, dusting himself off and continuing on his journey. The wind had begun to pick up, and the white fluffy clouds soon wooshed by; Remus held on to his cloak as the wind worked against him up the hill when he heard the rush of another person running after him. Remus looked over his shoulder, the wind taking his hood and blowing through his floppy grey hair. “What on earth?” 

It was the Stag-Man running after him, his straw entire body cloak billowing in the wind, and in his hands was a cane. Remus’ jaw hung open as he watched the beast-man run up to him and offer the cane with a bowed head. Remus looked down at the outstretched cane, taking it. 

“Thank you, it’s perfect.” Remus looked up, smiling as tears pricked in his eyes. After the day he had, this was probably the kindest thing anyone had done for him; the stag-man began waving his arms around, trying to stop Remus from crying. It worked. He was now laughing.

“If you really want to help me, you could find me a place to stay, a house, a cottage, anything.” The stag-man blinked and ran down the hill. Remus smiled, waving him off. It seems you get more cunning in old age. Remus was never one to ask people for help; he favoured his independence too much, plus he hated being a bother to people. But he realised he couldn’t rely on his wits alone. He needed help, and if support came in the shape of a man with the head of a white stag dressed in a straw dress cape, then so be it.

The sky began to darken as the white clouds rolled away, and thick grey ones blew in from the east. Remus looked up, watching the breaks when the setting sun would break through. He sighed, catching a glimpse of the village he hadn’t gotten very far. Remus tried to push on but found the cold had set into his joints. He decided to stop pulling his cloak tighter when he heard the thrumming of machinery and soot blowing in the wind. He looked up to the sky, gasping at the sheer sight of the war machine flying in the air. Its iron-clad underbelly blocks the sweet sun and what little warmth it provides.  Remus got up as he smelt the sweet smoke of a log fire. He wondered if he had stumbled upon a lodge or something as he followed the smell of fire only to be met with the clanking and groaning of a mishmashed land ship thingy– in fact, Remus had no idea what the fuck that thing was, but it was definitely ugly looking. That meant one thing. It belonged to the Wizard brothers Sirius and Regulus Black.

It looked like a castle. A black house sat at the top with three towers, then a second house attached to a balcony, and then a face and the Stag-man chasing it and waving at Remus. 

“I know I said I wanted a place to stay”, Remus started “, but not the Black Brothers moving castle”, Remus exclaimed, clutching his cloak tightly as the feisty castle settled on the ground with a groan, its large mouth like thing on the front opening and a tail with a door rested on the floor smoke huffed out of the castle like a giant sigh. Remus wandered over to the door. The stag-man tilted his head, knowing he wouldn't fit, but Remus would. He knocked on the rickety old wooden door, but there was no answer. Usually, people wouldn’t just trespass, but he was old and tired and old, and he felt entitled to it, seeming that it technically was Sirius' fault that he— Right. That.

Remus stepped inside, and a soft blanket of warmth lulled him in further, but he turned to the stag man. “I can’t thank you enough, Stag-Man! I hope you find happiness one day.” Remus felt younger in his soul as he smiled at the beast man. He didnt reply, just bowed his head. 

Remus stepped inside the ‘castle’, staking out the place. It was manky and disgusting. A thick layer of dust coated every surface and furnishing in the limited sight. He continued up the steps. Open spellbooks with coffee stains were strewn across the already cluttered table. Remus winced at the sight. Who could treat books like that? It was bloody barbaric; considering the owners were wizards, you would think they would have more respect for literature. Remus sighed, using a wooden spoon to push the filth of the book. He couldn’t make heads or tales of the script.

“That is some curse you have their gramps”, a crackly voice came from behind Remus. He whipped around, arming himself with a spoon. “Calm down and hand some of that wood, would you? I’m starting to crackle”, the voice came out again. Remus looked down at the fire pit. A tiny orange ember clung to a log swamped in a mountain of soot. Remus pulled up a dining chair and fed the fire. Two eyes popped out, and two stingy arms began peeling the bark off. Remus just stared in awe. “that is a nasty spell; it won’t be easy to break.” The fire sighed, munching on the fresh logs. Remus's mouth hung open. “oof, and you can’t even talk about it! Yikes, you must have really pissed off the wrong wizard,” Remus composed himself. This was happening. He was about to talk to an actual fire.

“Are you... Are you Sirius?” Remus asked, getting closer and letting the heat warm his weary bones

“No, I'm the great and powerful Fire Demon Calcifer.” Calcifer grew bigger as colourful flames whipped around him. Before coughing and returning to his average size, Remus contemplated an idea. What if he asked this demon to help him

“Could you break the spell on me?” Remus asked on the edge of his seat. Calcifer laughed, peeling another strip of bark.

“Sure, as long as you break the spell that keeps me in this rat-infested dump.”

“A fool's bagin then.” Remus sat back in his hair, tapping his cane on the wooden floor. He inwardly cringed. That was something Lyall would do. 

“No, a good bargain”, Calcifer began to beg. “Look, Sirius chained me to this palace and worked me to near death all day, every day!... Look, if you figure out the secret to this spell, it breaks, and that means I can break your licker split.” Calcifer looks at Remus with triumph in his strange fire eyes; Remus scoffs, sinking further into his chair, his eyes going heavy as the swell lul of sleep begins to take hold of him. “

“All right then, calcium–” Remus yawned, smacking his lips together like an old man. “it's a deal.”

Regulus urgently came down, buttoning his waistcoat and fixing his jet-black hair so it didn’t look so ‘I just got out of bed.’ 

“Portheaven door”, Calcifer grumbled, irritated by the constant knocking. Regulus made an angry noise, grabbing a cloak from the coat rack and stopping at Remus’ sleeping form. 

“Who is this?” Regulus pointed at Remus, who was pretending to be asleep 

“Port–haven–Door!” Calcifer hissed. Regulus rolled his eyes, donning his disguise and going down the steps. 

“Changing to Porthaven stand by”, Regulus muttered, turning the door handle, and the little circle with an iron balck arrow clicked and changed to the colour blue. Remus watched through the corner of his eye, Regulus had opened the door to a small harbour town. A fat mayor was stating there two seamen by his side, he was there requesting the presence of the great Wizard Jenkins, whoever that old fart was. Still, Regulus was quick to shoo them off and closed the door, thumbing through the summons letters he was given and discarding them on the cluttered table. Remus was already up and feeding a few logs to Calcifer, trying his best to be invisible, but when you are a strange old man in a castle, you sort of stand out. Regulus just watched, folding his arms. 

“And who might you be, Gramps?” Regulus started. Remus continued to feed the fire and returned to his seat. 

“Calcifer, let me in”, he hummed. Warming his wrinkled hands, Regulus looked at the fire, raising an eyebrow.

“I did not!” Calcifer spewed embers. “he wandered in from the wastes.” 

Regulus stiffened. “The wastes! Did you make sure he isn't a wizard, let alone a Death Eater?!” Regulus hissed 

“Do you really think I would let a Death Eater in here–” the doorbell rang, making Calcifer wince. “Porthaven door again”, he sighed. Regulus rolled his eyes again. Well, if the old man was not a wizard, he supposed he could stay. Regulus once again donned his disguise and answered the door to a young girl asking for a spell. Remus was in awe once more as the bell rang again, and Calcifered announced it was the Gryffindor door. He watched Regulus turn the handle, and the circular plate clicked to the red and just behind was the royal capital. 

“Do you mind? I’m trying to work here, Grandpa,” Regulus grumbled.  Remus took a step back, trying to curb his enthusiasm. 

“Sorry, it’s just–”

“Ugh, whatever, I’m getting something to eat.” Regulus removed his cloak disguise, heading to the table covered in exotic foods and prime cuts of meat, opting for the bread and cheese; Remus frowned. No wonder he was so skinny if he ate bread and cheese. All the time 

“Don’t you want some eggs and bacon?” he asked, filling a basket full of eggs and grabbing the fresh bacon hashes.

“As much as I would, Sirius isn’t here, so I can’t use the fire.”

Remus scoffed, grabbing the black pan that had barely been used since it was purchased off the wall. “don’t worry, I can cook”, Remus hummed. Regulus stopped watching Remus pot around. He snorted. “Good look, getting Caclifer to do what you want. He’s as stubborn as they come.” 

Calcifer stuck his tongue out, and whisps of green ember flicked off as he glared at Remus. “yeah, I won’t take any orders from you, gramps.”

Remus ignored him, setting the basket down and rolling his shirt sleeves up. “all right, Calcifer. Let’s get cooking.”

“I am a powerful fire demon. I. Don’t. Cook!” Calcifer roared, coughing a little on his flames, but Remus was unfazed, raising an eyebrow

“Really, well, I suppose Sirius would enjoy knowing about our little bargain”, Remus whispered to the angry fire, which quickly died down. 

“You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”

“Try me.” 

Calcifer glared at Remus as he placed the pan down on top of him and added bacon. 

“Here’s another curse… may all your bacon burn”, Calcifer muttered as Regulus watched on; Remus actually got the stubborn fire to listen to him. The bacon happily sizzled in the pan when Remus asked Regulus his name. Regulus was hesitant to introduce himself but realised if Calcifer obeyed and trusted the older man, he supposed he could too. Remus happily fired more bacon. Regulus helped by finding the kettle when the door clicked to black, drawing everyone's attention.

Sirius stepped through the door front, the inky void behind him; his blond hair lay limp, covering his eyes; concern quickly brushed over Regulus' face. Remus also stopped cooking, looking over at the wizard. So Sirius really was the one who saved him!

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

Mission Gone Wrong

Or rather, a mission gone wrong in all the wrong ways according to Artisan.

taglist: @cerasus--flores

“Uh.. Sage! Who is going?” Eloi listened to the Radiant pause, a muffled voice in the background, probably the woman in question telling him. “Tala, Nohealani, you, me, and Sage herself.” Eloi made another face, this one more akin to a grimace than an expression of disgust. But.. He got an idea.. A mission.. That’d be perfect. “Four hours, alright?”

Eloi breathed with heavy effort as what was once a darkness became splashed in blurry colours. “You're lucky I got here in time. A couple more seconds.." Ling shook her head at Nohealani who grimaced, an uncomfortable expression on her face. He’d been shot for her, the blood around them was still fresh and slick.

“He- He pushed me outta the way, I couldn’t-” She hesitated, she couldn’t do anything. It was like he’d seen three steps ahead, shoving her to the ground, the bullets he took. The smell of blood in the air was the strongest she’d ever smelled. It made her stomach churn.

“Pua.” Ling urged quietly, looking up at her as she created a small healing orb, leaving it to float above Eloi’s shoulder. Just listening was so hard, focusing was so hard. “Call Grimshaw, I have Phoenix fetching the evac. He’s going to need surgery the second we land. I can’t fix all of this.” Ling looked back down at the man, his eyes glazed over as he wheezed in weak breaths.

"Keep your eyes open, okay? Stay with me." She worked to stop the bleeding with a combination of her radiant abilities and traditional medicine. But it was much worse than she was letting on, bullets riddled his upper body and upper legs. The fact no arteries were hit was impressive, but she couldn’t say that.

Not with Nohealani on the phone beside her, worrying bouncing back and forth on either leg. “Achlys?” She swallowed thickly, turning away from Eloi and Ling. “Sage needs you to prep the medical bay. Artisan is in really bad shape.” She paused, looking over her shoulder at the two on the ground. “F-Four? GSWs?”

“Eight.”

“Eight..” She held the phone away from her ear when she heard the exclamation from the other end, but her bunny ear twitched, it was still loud. “We’re on our way back soon. Sage is trying to heal him, but I don’t think it's going well. He was hit really bad.”

What Ling wouldn’t mention upon looking at his face, was the neutrality she saw. He was dying. And he was barely reacting. Eloi’s glazed violet eyes flicked to her face and she did her best to smile at him, brown eyes softening. “Stay with me, Artisan. Evac is almost here.” But she could see his expression faltering.

He was dying, and he didn’t care.

He just wanted to see Colombe again. 

His eyes slipped closed with that last thought, his breathing growing more ragged. “Artisan!” Ling exclaimed, creating another healing orb and hovering it above him. Nohealani turned around, worry clear on her face, eyes wide. “Eloi!” Ling cursed in Mandarin under her breath. “Pua, help me get him to the jet!”

Eloi couldn’t even remember passing out, he couldn’t remember getting back to headquarters or the surgery. But he was sure as hell distraught when he realised not one but both of his shirts were missing. Eloi sat up quickly, head whipping around to examine the blurry room. But it only made him dizzy, his head spun.

He exhaled as he laid back against the mattress, bringing a hand up to his pounding head. He used his free hand to pull the sheet over his chest, doing his best to hide all his visible skin in the dim medical bay. Eloi closed his eyes, dropping his arm to the mattress, he wiggled underneath the sheet so it came up to his chin.

“Eloi, how are you feeling?”

He'd fallen asleep again? When?

Violet eyes opened to a familiar face leaning over him. Achlys leaned back, standing up straight. “Like I died.” He mumbled, voice raspy and painful. Eloi wished he'd stayed dead. But he couldn’t tell the doctor that. Achlys was such a worrier, even for people he wasn't close to. 

“You were clinically dead for thirty minutes. You're lucky my abilities come with an inherent coldness to them.” Achlys checked his chart, making some notes. “Shizuka and I managed to revive you, but you won't be able to walk for some time. Your femur was badly damaged. You lost a kidney.”

Eloi stared at the ceiling, chewing the inside of his cheek. “We also repaired a hole to your lung and several other injuries. You're lucky your blood type is relatively common.”

Luck. He kept saying luck, but Eloi didn't feel lucky. He felt cursed. He couldn't even kill himself right. Even a dog could be put down more easily. It made his blood boil. The heart monitor began to beep rapidly as a result of his hatred of himself. Achlys’ eyebrows furrowed as he set the chart back in the sleeve at the end of the bed.

“Deep breaths, Eloi. The damage was repairable.”

He didn't want it to be repairable! He wanted to die.

“Did just you and Shizuka see me shirtless?”

“Oh, your tattoos. Yes, only we saw. Ling brought you in in your gear.”

Eloi relaxed at that at least. That brought him some relief. His heart rate stabilized and the doctor hummed. If he didn't succeed on the battlefield, he'd just have to try again in his dorm once he was cleared to leave the medical bay. 

“Get some rest, Eloi. I'll have dinner brought to you later.”

“Okay.”

Achlys paused at the door, turning to look at the man bundled in the bed. “Right, Nohealani wanted me to tell you thank you.” Eloi lifted his head in slight confusion. “For saving her life.” Right. He did do that. He'd forgotten. It was second to his real goal, dying. He wanted to die, even now. He smiled at the doctor then laid his head back.

“Any time.”

The door closed with a soft click and Eloi was left in the room alone. The artist waited a few minutes before he sat up in bed. He wondered if there was anything he could easily access in the medical bay. But when he tried to get out of the bed, he yelped in pain, falling to the floor. He'd forgotten about his leg, the pain numbed by the painkillers in his IV. But that didn't mean he could suddenly walk.

Well. He looked up at the bed behind him. Eloi grunted as he tried to push himself up, he grabbed onto the bed in an attempt to pick himself up. He huffed as he tried to pull himself up but pain flooded his system suddenly. Eloi collapsed onto the floor, laying there beside the bed. He sighed.

He tugged the sheet off of the bed and over his body. He would just laid here until Achlys returned. Maybe once he could get back to his room he could try again. But for the time being, Eloi closed his eyes. He was so tired.. His body ached and he tried his best not to focus on the pain. 

But the pain certainly helped in putting him to sleep. Even if the tiled floor was cold and hard on his body. But he was so tired. Eloi felt his chest rise and fall in slow breaths. 

His eyebrows furrowed as he felt slender fingers through his hair. “My poor painter.” A soft voice, airy and light, spoke so quietly. “Sleep, my love. Your dove will watch over you.” He tried to open his eyes but he couldn't, his eyelids were too heavy. He was in too much pain.

“Colombe…”

The room grew darker as he lost consciousness.

[paralaxpolarity]

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THE BASICS

This is Daffy, using any pronouns albeit with a preference for they/them, writing in UTC-6/MDT or UTC-7/MST, depending on the timezone shenanigans. I write Kanti Jagx, who's the primary focus of this introduction, as well as 571401-TR/ "Tobs Ri", who's intro will be up shortly. To find starters or interactions for my characters, the format will be [characterfirstname]: starters or [characterfirstname]: interactions. This is a standard format across the blog for all musings, mirrors, etc., and as I start introducing these tags, I fully intend to make a directory, which will be linked HERE.

To get an idea of Kanti, I've included a bit of the app, specifically that first part!

[ lily gladstone, cis-woman, she/her] Look who just landed! KANTI JAGX, I sure hope you packed all you need. Perhaps you’re not worried as an ER DOCTOR of JAKARTA GENERAL. The city has plenty of spots for a 37 year old HEXTECH USER like you. You’ll be known in the city soon enough as THE DIPLOMAT, being EMPATHETIC and COMBATIVE.

MUSE STATISTICS:

Full Name: Kanti Jagx Kanti: An Indigenous North American Algonquian name meaning 'sings'. Jagx: A bit of a homebrewed name meant to tie back to the "jackers", or a type of builder who worked on support structures of early colonies. Nickname: N/A, call her Kanti or Doctor Jagx. Date of Birth: By the Earth calendar, Kanti was born on January 15th, 2368. Gender: Cis woman Pronouns: She/her Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Romantic Orientation: Biromantic Current Age: 37 Earth years. Modification: Hextech user Affiliation: She is unaffiliated with a set group, but is working at Jakarta General. Birthplace: New Jakarta, Mars Current Neighbourhood: Mawar District Occupation: She is an ER doctor and, as such, is determined to be as neutral as possible. Known Languages: Siksikáí'powahsin (home), Mandarin, Martian Sign Language, English, Filipino, Thai, Martian Pidgin, Japanese.

PERSONALITY:

STR: 10 DEX: 10 CON: 13 INT: 13 WIS: 15 CHA: 12

Positive Traits: Empathetic, patient, selfless Neutral Traits: Uninvolved, methodical, honest Negative Traits: Combative, contrary, proud Peeves: Late coworkers, slow walkers, pen clicking Fears: Public speaking, dogs, flying, failure. Skills: Hextech use, medical knowledge, Martian cultural understanding Goals: Moving to Earth, helping keep as many New Jakartan citizens alive as possible, making it through her next shift.

FAVORITES:

To say the past shift was shitty was like saying New Jakarta was a stressful place to live: accurate on the surface, but a gross oversimplification once you actually started digging into the situation. The street stunk like old fish and everything seemed coated in a damp layer, though whether it was a layer of water or grease was anyone's guess. Kanti didn't know and she had long-since stopped caring about such trivial matters. Her first solo shift was done and under her belt. The years of worry and anxiety could finally let up and yet, there she was, hands twisting in her shirt and nausea churning in her stomach, as if Kanti was just another medical student again, trying and failing to prove herself. Sure, her shift had gone well, but how many people didn't make it to today because she was still uncomfortable using hextech? It wasn't exactly like they got to practice with it in class, not with how much it cost to operate. But, as Kanti's father always said: "What's done is finished". There wasn't much she could do now, and so instead she sat huddled at a small street booth masquerading as a restaurant down in the slums. It was a hard place to find, but their fried noodles had been Kanti's favorite since she was a kid. She sat beneath the flickering neon and ate the noodles. At times, she even thought her parents were eating them with her. Kanti smiled. This, more than anything, was worth her work.

Likes: Mornings, sunshine, summer, cats, cooked fish, old movies, printed books, the smell of antiseptic, warm blankets, cool showers.

Dislikes: Late nights, rain, winter, dogs, pork, virtual reality games, audiobooks, smoke, the smell of the slums, cold floors, uncomfortable shoes

Hobbies: Reading, journaling, growing plants, and cooking

Habits: Chewing on the ends of pencils, popping her gum, chewing her fingernails.

One Cherished Item: A locket from her parents' wedding. It has a holo-photo of them as well as a recording of their laughter.

[the-au-queen]

Our Transfer Student Can’t Be This Cute! (1/?)

Giftee: @vindhler Rating: Teen and Up (some cussing) Words: 2644 Pairings: Adrinette, later JuleRose as well Warnings: None Beta reader: @faunusroman Event: @mlsecretsanta

Prefer AO3? Here you go! It includes me rambling about stuff in the notes.

Summary:  When a new transfer student from Shanghai arrives, Adrien gets assigned to guide her around. In his purely objective opinion, she's unbelievably cute. Also, Chat Noir makes friends with a trickster. Bonheur Rouge is not amused.

“Everyone, please welcome your new transfer student, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Mlle Bustier led a small girl with black hair into the classroom. “While she is half French, she lived her whole life in China with her family and only speaks Chinese. Please be nice to her, and help her if she needs anything.” 

The girl bowed and smiled. 

“Now, about your seat…” Mlle Bustier pointed at a seat behind Adrien. “M. Agreste speaks Chinese. He can help you if you need it.” 

Adrien watched the girl pass him and sit behind him. He turned around and smiled. “Welcome to our class. The teacher said you can ask me if you need anything, since I speak Mandarin.”

Marinette looked surprised, but returned the smile. Oh god, she was cute. “Thank you. It’s nice knowing I’m not completely alone in here. I didn’t expect anyone to speak Mandarin.”

“Yeah, it’s not a common language to learn.”

Marinette looked like she wanted to ask more, but Mlle Bustier called for attention and began the class. Adrien reluctantly turned back and focused on the lesson instead. He wouldn’t have minded talking with Marinette some more.

---

“..... and here’s the cafeteria. The food’s pretty good here, but you can bring your own, too.”

Marinette nodded and took a curious look around. “It’s much smaller than in Shanghai.”

Adrien laughed. “I can imagine. Let me show you the locker rooms next.”

“That sounds nice.” Marinette smiled and walked along with him. “Say, why did you learn Mandarin? Do you like the country?”

“Oh.” Adrien tried not to show the uncomfortableness show. “My father made me learn it. He said it’s a useful skill to have.”

Marinette seemed to have sensed his unease, because she elbowed him lightly. “Hey, it has some use now! I’m glad you’re here to help me.” And in that moment, Adrien’s heart was stolen.

“Thanks.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I can also show you around Paris, if y-” He was interrupted by his phone beeping with an akuma alert. Really? Right now? He looked back at Marinette, who still smiled innocently. Right. She didn’t know about them. She just moved here.

“That was an akuma alert.” He explained. “We’re kinda dealing with a supervillain around here. He akumatises people when they feel angry or sad. This one is…” He glanced at his phone. “... pretty close. We have superheroes like Bonheur Rouge and Chat Noir to deal with them, but we better get to safety nonetheless. It can get pretty crazy.”

Marinette nodded, looking a bit confused, but determined. “Okay. We will get to safety.”

“Yeah. You, uh-” Adrien tried to think of a reason to separate. He had to help Bonehur Rouge, and she wasn’t fond of him being late. “You go hide in the toilets. I’ll check if our class is safe.”

“If you say so.” Marinette looked unsure, but still ran off to the toilets. Adrien sighed in relief. Good, now to find a place to transform.

“Plagg?” He whispered to his inner shirt pocket. “Are you awake?”

“Wide awake and ready to go, boy!” The kwami peeked out of the pocket. “Just say the word.”

Adrien ducked into an unused classroom. “Plagg, transform me!”

---

Chat Noir hopped from roof to roof and landed next to Bonheur Rouge.

“Kitty reporting for duty.” He grinned at her. She only rolled her eyes. “What kind of akuma are we dealing with?”

Bonheur regarded the chaos below them with a calculated look. “It seems like a tree based akuma. He’s been rooting people in place, quite literally. Everyone hit grows roots from their legs and can’t move.”

Chat Noir shuddered. He loved the freedom that came with his powers. He was forced to stay in one place against his will often enough that he absolutely did not want to get hit by that guy.

“Any thoughts on the item?”

“I haven’t gotten that close to him yet, but I think he’s holding it in his right hand. He’s not letting go of whatever it is, so it’s fairly obvious.”

“Alright.” Chat bounced and got ready to jump down and fight the akuma, but Bonheur held him back by pulling on his tail.

“What did I tell you about his powers? If you’re hit, I’ll be all by myself.”

Chat placed his hand on his chest in mock hurt. “You wound me, Bonheur. I’m a nimble cat. I’d never get hit like that.” 

She raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Okay, maybe sometimes I get hit. But not by this guy! He’s my absolute nightmare!”

“If you say so.” She let go of his tail. “Be careful. I will need your Cataclysm.”

“Yes, Mademoiselle.” He saluted at her and jumped off. On the ground, he was met with people janking at their feet or trying to take their shoes off, trying to escape the roots holding them in place.

“Ah, Chat Noir,” a deep voice rang out, and when he turned, he could see the akuma approaching. 

It was a weird concoction of man and tree, his left arm transformed into a branch that grabbed people and made them grow roots. His right arm, the one that was holding the item, was the most human looking thing about him, but everything else just gave Chat the creeps. Covered in bark, the man couldn’t move much, except for the left arm that grabbed people. But not moving much didn’t mean he wasn’t fast. His left arm grew at will and sometimes even grabbed several people at once. 

“I am Racineur. Welcome to my forest.” 

Chat jumped on a mailbox when the arm branch lashed out to grab him.

“Sorry, this kitty prefers to run around.” 

He jumped from object to object –a car, a fire hydrant, another car, a lamppost, a trapped person’s head, a café umbrella– each time elegantly escaping the branch that was trying to take hold of him. It was effective for not getting grabbed, but he couldn’t get any closer. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he could spot Bonheur struggling similarly. It seemed like Racineur had more than just his arm to trap people. She didn’t even have enough time to call for her Lucky Charm. He was this close to just using Cataclysm on the ground to give them some breathing time when a giggle distracted him.

“Need help?”

Chat almost fell from the lamppost that he had just landed on. He spotted a girl in white, sitting on a nearby windowsill, seemingly undisturbed by the whole chaos. How was she so calm? She almost looked like she enjoyed watching the two heroes struggle.

“Who are you?” 

Chat barely escaped Racineur’s branch and landed on another car, briefly looking back to see the previous car he had stood on grow roots from its tires. Chat had enough of this and decided to jump on the window sill the girl was sitting on. Her legs were crossed leisurely, and she watched Racineur with a hint of amusement. 

Her face was covered by a white half mask with pointy ears, and Chat could see whiskers painted on her cheeks. The eye holes on her mask were lined with black eyeliner and one spot of red on each corner of her eye. Above them were two thick black spots, probably because the mask covered her eyebrows. Her top seemed to be some kind of variant of Asian traditional clothing. 

Chat remembered seeing some similar clothes pictured in the decorations of some Chinese restaurants, the kind with overly long sleeves that covered the hands and seemed generally impractical. He couldn’t quite remember the name of that particular piece of clothing, but he could always ask his Mandarin teacher some time. 

Her top stopped shortly below her chest and the rest of her torso was wrapped in a broad sash. The sash held up a pair of wide pants that were stuck in leather boots that had bells attached at the top of them. Chat could spot two more bells dangling off the ornamental hair sticks in her almost ribbon shaped updo. From her get up, he would guess that she was another hero, but what kind of hero just watched as people were being terrorized by the minion of a supervillain? 

“Why are you just sitting there? Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Oh, how rude.” The grin didn’t leave her face. “I was just holding back, since I didn’t want to get in the way of the local authorities.” 

Was she kidding him? Any help would be appreciated. Bonheur wouldn’t complain either. 

She must have been reading his mind, since she gave him a look. “My powers are the type that can confuse friend and foe alike. So it would be detrimental, had I just done what I thought would be best.” 

Fine, he’d give her that point. His thoughts were interrupted when Racineur spotted them again, and he had to leap out of the way. The strange heroine just jumped one floor up to the next windowsill. Chat could see three tails trailing after her, attached to her top. He still couldn’t quite grasp why she was so calm about this, but just as he landed next to her, ready to grill her, Bonheur landed on the windowsill as well.

“What are you doing? This is no time to stand around and chat!” Her eyes fell on the heroine in white. “Oh.” She narrowed her eyes. “And who are you?”

“You may call me Hu Shen.” Hu Shen…. fox god. Hu Shen let her legs dangle. “I am new to this city. I thought I’d lend my power.” Bonheur looked like she was about to ask something, but they were once again interrupted by Racineur reaching for them.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” Bonheur conceded. “We can’t talk like this, and we do need to talk.”

“Great!” Hu Shen smiled. “Follow me!” And she was off. Bonheur and Chat had no choice but to follow.

“What’s with her?” Bonheur’s voice was low, but Chat could still hear her. “Wouldn’t we pick a spot to talk? Why is she just taking the lead like that? Who does she think she is?” 

Chat had no answer for that either. 

Hu Shen landed on the railing of a small roof garden somewhere close to their school and made an inviting gesture.

“Make yourselves comfortable.”

Bonheur looked skeptical. “What about the civilians that live here? Won’t we be discovered?”

Hu Shen giggled. “I’ve come here plenty of times. We’re safe.”

“I don’t see what’s so funny about all this.”

“How serious you are, of course!” She pushed Bonheur’s shoulder. “No one’s dying! We can relax for a little.”

“No one’s dying?!” Now she had done it. Bonheur was furious. “We’re in the middle of an akuma attack and you tell us to relax because ‘no one’s dying’?! Are you insane?!” 

Chat couldn’t understand how Hu Shen could meet Bonheur’s furious gaze and still smile like nothing was wrong. 

“You have five seconds to explain yourself or else I’m leaving. I’ve got civilians to save.”

“Oh, Bonheur.” Hu Shen was at Bonheur’s other side in an instant. How did she move so fast? “You need to learn how to enjoy life. Live the fox way.” 

Bonheur lashed out at her, but she jumped up and Bonheur’s arm only met air. 

“I didn’t help because my power is tricky. If the ally doesn’t know about my illusions, it can only waste time, instead of giving them a chance to trick the enemy.” 

Chat heard the faint ringing of bells behind him and whipped around to see her drop down on the railing again. 

“Who knows, you might have even attacked me, if I joined the fight without introducing myself. Which I suppose I should do.” She bowed deeply, meeting their eyes with a playful grin. Chat noticed that she had slit eyes, just like him. “Hu Shen, the white fox, trickster, illusionist, lady of tricks and benevolence alike. At your service.”

Chat saw his opportunity and returned the bow with one of his own. “Chat Noir, master of destruction and puns.” He winked at her. “Purr-leased to meow-t you.”

“Not another one of you,” Bonheur groaned. “Fine, we know you now. Let’s get back to Racineur. You tell us what you’re gonna do, and we use the confusion to take his item. But I don’t trust you yet.”

Hu Shen tilted her head, the bells attached to her hair ornaments ringing quietly. “The fox is never fully trusted. A wise judgement, Bonheur Rouge.” She pulled a flute out of her sash and twirled it. “Where do you hide a tree? The forest.” 

She set the flute to her lips and played a melody made out of strong, playful notes. A red fog formed at the end of her flute and she took it off her lips, whipping the fog down at the ground. Bonheur and Chat materialized. Then again. And again. And again. Over and over, until even the roof couldn’t fit them any more. She flicked her flute and one by one, the pairs departed, presumably towards the akuma. Chat had to admit, he was impressed. 

Hu Shen bowed once more. “If you need any further help, please request so, within the next five minutes.”

“No, thank you.” Bonheur watched the last fake Chat and Bonheur depart. “This is as far as my trust goes. I appreciate your help, but we need to go now, before Racineur sees through the ruse.” She nodded at Chat. “Let’s go.” Chat watched her jump off the roof and turned to Hu Shen one last time.

“She’s just cautious.” Hu Shen shrugged, as if it didn’t bother her. “But if you ever need a partner in crime, just ask this cat. I’m always up for some mischief.”

“The white fox and the black cat, huh?” Hu Shen hid a sly smile behind one of her long sleeves. “I look forward to it.” 

She bowed, and moments later she was gone, jumping from roof to roof before dropping down in some alley. Chat watched her disappear, then made off after Bonheur. Time to test those illusions of hers.

The illusions worked perhaps a bit too well. Sometimes, he wasn’t even sure which the real Bonheur was, until Racineur managed to get one of them, only for her to turn into red smoke. Several times he shouted out to his partner, only to realise she was somewhere else entirely. He started to get why Hu Shen didn’t help immediately. 

He was about to push one of the Bonheurs out of Racineur’s reach, when a red yo-yo wrapped itself around Racineur’s human arm and a triumphant Bonheur snatched the item, a self made bookmark, out of his hand and tore it in half. Racineur transformed back into a young man, and after Bonheur cast her cure, the people hit by him were rid of their roots. Chat even spotted one guy so happy, he kissed his own freed feet.

“What happened?” The young man that was Racineur looked around in confusion, “My tree…. Where is my tree?”

“You were akumatized,” Bonheur explained calmly. 

Usually, akuma victims felt better after she had cast her cure, but this man only looked distraught. Chat gave her a look of ‘I’ll handle this’ when he heard her earrings beep. He hadn’t used his Cataclysm, so he had more time than her. He kneeled down next to the man and rested one hand on his shoulder.

“Do you remember what set you off?”

“They cut down my tree!” The young man’s lip trembled. “Just to make space for some condos!” It seemed like Chat would be here for a while. This wasn’t something easily solvable. He offered the man a hand.

“Let’s get some coffee. You look like you need it.”

[edieblakewrites]

when i started high school, me & 2 friends would wait together in the mornings for the bus.

one such morning, an older, spritely gentleman (probably late 60's, early 70's) was walking past, jovial and friendly.

as kids you usually don't say hello to strangers, but i lived in the suburbs, & my house was 4 doors down.

"good morning!" he said, in a kind, warm voice, and tipped his head.

he wore a linen fedora. a smart shirt and trousers. he had a backpack.

he introduced himself--Stanley. asked us our names, gave us all hi-5's. "god bless you" he said, then took off again on his brisk walk up the street.

it turned out he walked into town every morning. he went to church, did some errands-- its about a 50-minute walk each way.

if you were early enough to the bus stop, you'd catch him. that was how we found things out. little snippets of his life: his commitment to his god, his daily routine.

one day i walked out my front gate right as he was passing. we said good morning, had a brief chat, then off he went.

that's how he met my mum;

he knew where to leave a card at Christmas, to me, "AND FAMiLY" he wrote, in clunky English letters, "MeRRY CHRiSTMAS. ALL THE BeST. GOD BLeSS".

he left fresh mandarins in a plastic bag hanging on our fence.

left a card at Easter and a block of chocolate.

of course my mum wanted to thank the kind stranger doing these things.

i saw him less & less. i was a teenager: i slept in to the last possible second. eventually got my licence & bought a cheap car--i stopped needing the bus.

but still, he kept on like this; writing holiday cards & leaving small gifts. fresh fruit from his tree in a bag on our front gate.

our family had become a part of his daily routine.

he'd often chat with my mum in the mornings, & when she saw him about in town, she'd give him a lift home - especially on days it was hot or raining.

eventually i finished school. moved out, got a job. was my own type of adult with a morning routine

but i'd always hear about him whenever i visited my mum. she'd show me the card he left. offer me the chocolate to take home.

"I saw Stanley today -- did you know he's from Greece?" he'd told her he was saving up to visit some family there.

then covid hit.

and, well, we never found out if he got to Greece. but he suddenly wasn't around anymore.

mum visited his house, & left him a letter in his mailbox but received no word back

there's no grand reveal here, no real end to this story--life's usually not like that--this is just to show the kindness of one stranger-turned-friend.

to remind everyone of good things and good people, how they often exist in the small spaces, rather than grand.

and to show how a simple 'good morning', back in 2006, became something that brought joy for over 15 years. and that continues to, in memory.

this is the story of Stanley, and the legacy he leaves behind.

even though we don't know what happened, i like to think he made it back to Greece, in one form or another

i think r/BenignExistence is my favorite subreddit 🥲 i love these pleasant little glimpses into strangers' lives

[topofthewoods]

its me, @annohere, and @generalzaroff

[purple-babygirl]

All I'm gonna say is Bucky's little being obsessed with feeding Bucky from their plate

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader

Word Count: 1,385

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, other than that it's just fluff.

A/N: that was so cute it totally stole my heart🥺💜 thank you so much for sharing such a soft thought with me I hope I did it justice?:"💜💜you know I be meaning for these to be short, like blurbs, but I just-

please enjoy xx.

dada, open up

Bucky took care of his girl. He’d play with her, read to her, bathe her, do her hair, love on her and even feed her. He enjoyed spoiling her. Bucky loved that she trusted him enough to completely let go so he could look after her and that was exactly what he did.

“Dada,” she called to him before he could react.

She was quiet as they sat at the dinner table, but Bucky didn’t think much of it. Her mouth was busy after all.

Bucky was scooping rice on her spoon when he saw her hand slide a piece of broccoli out of her plate. He was about to scold her about table manners and what cutlery were for and that she needed to wait for him to feed her—

Bucky looked to her, expecting her to say she was full or that she didn’t want to eat this specific piece of broccoli. She almost always did this when they came to the last bit of food on her plate. But Bucky was surprised to see his girl offering him the piece of broccoli she held, her hand raised up so the sautéed vegetable was almost touching his lips.

“That’s your food, honey. Daddy has his too, see?” He told her, tilting his plate so she could see he still had food to be consumed, trying to lift the spoon to her lips to feed her.

“Dada,” she repeated, pouting when Bucky left her hand in the air too long.

“Alright, but just this one. You’re gonna eat the rest of your dinner yourself like a good girl, okay?”

She nodded with a smile, stretching her arm more so it reached Bucky’s lips. He opened his mouth and took the food in, chewing.

“Thank you, sweets,” Bucky said before kissing her fingers.

She blushed adorably, retracting her hand and going back to munching her food with a satisfied smile.

“Now open wide for the rice plane.”

~

She did it again the next day; this time when they were having lunch.

“Dada, nuggie,” she said, pushing her hand forward to him.

“Yes, sweets, what’s wrong with your nuggie?” Bucky looked at the golden piece of chicken she held out. It seemed normal to him.

“Nothin’, wanna share it with Daddy,” she told him, shrugging cutely.

He couldn’t help but want to kiss all over her sweet, little face. But she had to finish her meals and eat properly.

“Honey—”

“Dada.” She gave him her puppy eyes; she knew he couldn’t say no to those eyes.

Bucky silently opened his mouth, biting back a smile as he chewed the fried chicken. He needed to be firm, but he still kissed her greasy fingers just to see her blush and take them back.

“You like it?” She checked, wanting to make sure he was enjoying the food as much as she was.

“Mhhm,” Bucky hummed, his eyebrow raised as he tried to figure her out, waiting for the minute she’s going to ask him to finish the plate for her because she was done.

“Dada, baby carrot for you.” She proposed food from her plate again.

“Sweets, you gotta eat your dinner.”

“Baby carrot,” she repeated after nodding at his statement.

Bucky accepted the orange veggie, kissing her hand again before he watched her continue to sit obediently and eat all that was left on her plate with no fuss.

~

At first, Bucky thought she was passing him the food she didn’t like or couldn’t finish under the cover of ‘sharing’, but she always ended up finishing her food, so that was confusing.

Then she started feeding him food that she actually liked too.

“Dada,” came her call again, her hand pressing a red grape from her snack plate to Bucky’s lips.

“Sweets, daddy cut those up for you.” Bucky’s heart swelled at the gesture, but he couldn’t just keep eating her food.

Bucky sighed, shaking his head.

She thought he didn’t want a grape so she dropped it back and held out a piece of apple instead.

“Do you not like the food daddy makes anymore? Is there something else you’d rather eat?”

“No.” She shook her head, putting the apple back among the other fruits.

“Then what is it, honey? Why don’t you wanna eat your food?” Bucky tilted his head, putting her hair behind her ear.

“I wanna eat my food, jus’ wan’ daddy to eat with me too,” she mumbled shyly, her voice small and her finger pushing the fruits around the small bowl in her hands.

“Oh, honey,” Bucky whispered in realization, his heart fluttering at his girl’s care and thoughtfulness before he took her on his lap.

“Wanna share with you because I love you, daddy,” she continued, still staring at her hands, having no idea she was making the man’s heart melt inside his chest.

She loved him. She thought he was special and she wanted to feed him out of her own plate with her own hand like he would her. She wanted to look after him too. It was so wholesome and it made Bucky feel warm and worthy.

Bucky’s thumb touched her cheek, making her look at him.

“Daddy loves you too, sweets. Daddy loves you very much.” He kissed her forehead and temple, big hand caressing her back before he pressed her to his chest in a warm hug, her head tucked under his chin. “You’re the best baby ever, you know that?”

Bucky couldn’t believe how lucky he was even with his whole world between his arms; right on his lap.

“Red grape?” She suggested when they pulled away and she could try again, her happy smile back on her face.

“Red grape.” Bucky nodded with a chuckle, his tongue taking the fruit between his lips.

“Ew,” she giggled, wiping the saliva from Bucky’s tongue on his shirt.

“Did I just hear you say ew, sweets?” Bucky laughed, taking the fruit bowl and putting it away.

He quickly flipped her down on the couch and started running his long fingers up and down her sides, making her laugh and squirm.

“Did you? Hmm?” He kept asking, knowing too well she couldn’t answer him between her loud giggles.

“Dada!” She squealed, trying to wiggle away from his evil fingers tickling her sides.

“You don’t like if daddy’s saliva gets on you?” Bucky teased, licking up her cheek and she laughed louder, her knees bending in a failed attempt to shield her sides.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She screamed out, still giggling and panting.

“Thank you for sharing your food with me, sweets.” Bucky kissed her chin.

Bucky had mercy on her after a minute, letting her breathe as she continued to smile up at him. He wiped her cheek with the sleeve of his Henley, placing a kiss where he licked her before pumping his nose with hers.

She giggled, scrunching her nose up. Bucky’s hands were settled on her sides, holding her gently as his thumbs rubbed her tummy. She sighed when her chest stopped its heavy rising and falling, gazing at Bucky with all the love she had in her.

Her palm cupped his cheek and Bucky turned his head to kiss her fingers. Then he leaned forward, knowing what she wanted. When he was closer, she held onto his shoulders and lifted her head up to press a sweet kiss to his cheek as well.

From that day on, it was the rule that she would feed Bucky from her plate; it didn't matter where they were or who was around them. Sam could call Bucky whipped all he wanted, he would open up too if he had a girl like her feeding him out of her plate.

She would share anything that was put on her plate with her Daddy: the popcorn on movie nights, the extra blueberries she always asked for with her pancakes, the pepperoni on her pizza, the last curly fry on her plate, and mandarin slices whenever Bucky would peel one for her. And so he started putting extra of everything on her plate to make sure she still got to eat the healthy amount she was meant to eat. Everything was balanced again. Everything was perfect and Bucky wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

[1000night]

Papa's Day

characters : skinny Steve, Jake Jensen, Andy Barber, Ari Levinson

warnings: fluffy, implied smut, 18+

a/n: 8/8 is Taiwan's father's day (sounds like papa in Mandarin) so I write this to celebrate. I thought I won't do this because the motivation is lowkey

LIKE AND REBLOG IT PLEASE

Skinny Steve

"Papa! papa wakey up!"

The toddler rushed into the bedroom, hopped the bed and patted her sleepy father.

Steve opened his eyes, admiring the small angel whose appearance and spirit mix with him and you, his goddess.

"Morning, princess." The same blue eyes looked at him with starts shining in, she pouted

"Mama says today is your day, we will celebrate it together! Come down the hall, papa!"

"But I'm still sleepy..."

The back of his right hand stroked her chubby face

"But...but mama said...um..."

The same way struggling adorable face and the pleading puppy dog eyes

When you couldn't bear one more time for his unsatisfied love making, you would always looking at him like that...

Oh...he shouldn't think about that in front of your daughter...

He smiled and blinked away the shadow of greed and lust, scooped up the little girl in his arms and kissed her forehead.

"Tell mama that I'll be there soon, okay?"

"Okay."

After she ran out the room, he came into the bathroom, humming while guessing what the present he'd receive this year.

Jake Jensen

"Dad, are you done?"

"Yeah, the competition is nearly beginning. Please don't distracted mom, and don't wear those weird and nerd shirt please."

Jake groaned while he giving you another sloppy kiss, you whimper when his warm hands kneading your breasts.

"Jake..."

"I know, honey. But you're so beautiful and gorgeous. I don't want those bastard stared at my wifey hungrily."

He nipped your back of neck and murmuring

"Let the twin boys wait for a little bit longer...nothing could stop me claiming my beautiful treasure."

Andy Barber

The sounds of small steps and knocking door wake you and your husband up. But you both are too tired to leave the bed.

"Angel, they're still sleeping. Come on, what do you wanna do? I could accompany you today."

Your son, Jacob's voice is tender and patience

"It's papa's day. I want to celebrate with evewyone..."

"Yeah, but they both came home late because of works. Let them take more rest, we could prepare lunch for them as the first surprise, shall we?"

"All right..."

Their sound faded away, you smile and peck your husband's lips

"I thought Jacob would against that we have child, but he's a ideal type of brother to her."

Andy hold you closer, his hands drawing circles on your hips

"He protested once, before I show him the picture of our bean. He immediately change his attitude when he saw that. I know he's been want to be a big brother so long."

"Like father like son."

He smirks when he heard what you said, Jacob and he both have been through so much terrible things, Jacob realize that they all need to meet someone. You are the one to Andy, and the little bean is a new ray of sunshine to Jacob.

"Speaking of...I think it's time to open my gifts for Father's day. What do you think, sunshine?"

Your eyes widened while you trying to crawl out the bed, but his long arms and big hand hooks your waist and pulls you back

"Andy...it's too much.. the last night we just...mmph—!"

The hard pressure against your abused mound let you gasp in his mouth.

"Oh no, sunshine, I clearly remember that I said I'll feast you today—and now I'll keep my promises."

Ari Levinson

You came home with the worry clouds your mind.

Ari will back from his mission today, and you're not sure if it's a modest time to tell him the news.

You didn't want to deal with the bun who will be baked done after several months alone. But you didn't want to see his reactions, either.

It's complicated to describe your relationship, you waiting for him back, life with him, love him. But he never make any promises to you.

Maybe you could know what is your place to him through tonight.

"I'm back, queen bee." His voice is at the front door. You calm yourself and greet him.

"It's been a while, Ari bear."

As like the 2 months isn't long enough

"And you still as breathtakingly as in my memories." He gives you a bear hug that your legs wrap around his waist automatically.

The stable heartbeats from him and his comfortable scents trigger your tears, you couldn't stop sobbing and sniffing

"What’s wrong? Did you get hurt?"

You shook your head while your hands circle his neck

"I need to tell you something."

"No matter what it is, I'll protect you and won't let you cry except for sex, queen bee."

"...I'm pregnant."

He sighed in relief, and he's frozen

"Ari, you'll be the father. It's 3 month."

"...The night when you want to play honeybee and..."

"Yes, it's the night."

He didn't speak, his beard tickled your face when he kissed you deeply, and emotionally.

"Another bee will born in our hive..." He swing around and kept laughing like an idiot.

"It's the best gift I received, mama bee. Thank you."

The end

[incorrectbatfam]

Stepmom!Selina?

She sees what she's getting into from a mile away, but she welcomes it because Bruce's kids are a part of him, and she loves all of Bruce.

The kids all see it coming too, and while some (Damian) take longer to warm up to her, she's welcomed into the fold with open arms.

Selina's got a heart as big as her partner and while she's not always perfect, you can see how much she cares.

As a former foster child herself, Selina understands Duke's unique experiences and traumas from the foster care system, so whenever he needs to talk, she's the first one he goes to. Sometimes he doesn't want to (or need to) talk, so they'll watch boxing matches or she'll teach him little bits of Mandarin. If the kitchen isn't busy, they'll try their hand at new TikTok recipes, and film themselves either succeeding or debunking the original poster.

Being raised in isolation to be a human weapon meant Cass missed out on a lot of the things daughters typically learn as children/teens. The evening of Cass's first gala, she didn't know the first thing about doing her own hair and makeup. She's braved assassin armies, but her self-made disaster of bobby pins and eyeshadow nearly drives her to tears. Selina swoops in, wipes Cass's face with gentle reassurances, and walks her through step-by-step.

Selina considers it a privilege to have watched Dick grow from the spunky little Robin to the man he is today. Even though he's taller than her, she still ruffled his hair when he does a good job. She also keeps the first ever birthday card he gave her, which includes a pop-up bat signal and scented stickers, and remembers all of his favorite radio stations. Also, when Bruce does something, Dick goes tattling to Selina.

For a while, Carrie mooched off of her siblings' Netflix profiles, but everyone got tired of her messing up their algorithm and she was forced to make her own. She soon realized how much freedom she had because no one could see what she was watching. Selina caught on to the power trip and started researching and watching snippets whenever a new show comes out. That's how she stopped a bunch of preteen girls from watching Squid Game.

Tim often gets overlooked as not just the middle child, but the child who appears put-together and regularly takes on adult responsibilities. Selina, however, remembers that he's still a teenager. She regularly checks in and gradually teaches him that it's okay to let go and act his age. Selina encourages him to call his Young Justice friends outside of missions and take small acts of rebellion against Bruce. When Tim and his boyfriend snuck out to a famous lover's lookout, Selina gave them the car keys and covered for them.

She noticed that Jason really enjoys hanging out with Harley Quinn, bonding over not just Joker trauma but other shared interests like music taste. After Harley turns to the antihero side, Selina discusses with Bruce and they start inviting Aunt Harley and Aunt Ivy to dinner. The first time they do that, Harley is so excited that she baked a three-layer cake just for Jason. Literally, in strawberry frosting, it said, "THIS CAKE IS FOR JASON ONLY." Finding someone that Jason can relate to remains one of Selina's proudest accomplishments.

She's trying her best, but she makes mistakes too. For instance, although Wayne Manor has plenty of kitchen space, Selina does her cooking at Harley and Ivy's because Ivy can offer her fresh plant-based ingredients that suited Damian's needs. When Alfred's not available, she sends Damian to school with healthy, flavorful vegan lunches shaped into Cheese Viking characters. One time, she was tasked with bringing brownies to a PTA meeting. Incidentally, Harley was simultaneously baking a... different kind of brownie for a block party (you can see where this is heading). When an angry superintendent demanded to know who was responsible, Selina wisely kept her mouth shut and thankfully, so did Damian.

Cullen loves concerts, but he's a huge introvert who gets anxiety when he's left alone in a crowd. Selina becomes his concert buddy, and she'll go as all-out as he does. Sometimes that's showing up to a garage band dressed-down in hoodies and sunglasses. Other times it's painting their faces and looking like they just came out of a Hot Topic blowout sale. She even listens to the discography beforehand so she can blend in. Selina learns a lot about Cullen through this, because nothing says more about a person than the music they listen to.

Harper, though looking rough around the edges, turns into a giddy little kid at interactive science museums. During one of these trips, Harper got distracted by the giant Newton's Cradle so she didn't notice a fourth grade field trip sweeping up Selina. When they reunited at the gift shop, a chaperone had given Selina a school t-shirt and she was put in charge of grading ten kids' assignments. Harper laughed so hard that she spewed lemonade on the museum owner. Neither of them will let the other live that day down.

Selina and Barbara openly talk about guy stuff, and Selina is more than happy to offer advice in times of need. They're both pretty liberal talking about that stuff, and one time they did a tier ranking of all the Gotham Rogues based on how effective their gimmick is (Joker was the only S-tier). They then proceeded to get into a debate on whether or not Man-Bat and Killer Croc should qualify for the list, which led to them staring each other down at dinner while the other family members sat around them confused.

Steph's school offered a Mother's Day breakfast. Although Crystal Brown was doing her best and wanted to make it, she was scheduled a double-shift that the breakfast fell right in the middle of. Selina reached out to Crystal and with permission, went in her place. Afraid that Steph would publicly reject her, Selina sat in the parking lot for ten minutes as Bruce amped her up over the phone. Steph, thinking that no one would no up, was ecstatic and said that she couldn't have thought of anyone better. They enjoyed stacking up waffles and making the girls who bully Steph envious.

Long before she and Bruce got married, Selina made it clear that she would not be relegated to the gender-typical role of a homemaker, and Bruce happily concurred because it's 2021. They knew that to give Alfred a break, they'd have to take on some chores themselves. Instead of dividing up a boring old chore chart, they find ways to make cleaning fun and collaborative. They'll dance around the halls in mop slippers, play "guess the stain", and race their roombas. The kids see this and start modeling the behavior in their own ways—Dick swings from high places to dust them, Damian trains his pets to pick up garbage, and Cass and Duke compete to see who can clean the most bathtubs.

Some parts of the Manor are due for redecorating, so Selina and Alfred make a day trip out of interior design sketches, flipping through furniture catalogues, and looking at paint swatches. It sounds boring at first, but the menial tasks meant they had plenty of time for conversation, and she finally understood why everyone respects him. They also made room in the afternoon for a stroll through the park and afternoon tea, where he told her and her only the secret to a perfect scone.

The other Justice League partners welcome her into the group too. Whenever Selina's in Metropolis, she joins Lois and Ma and Pa for Sunday brunch where they share what their kids have been up to. Iris shows her life hacks to cooking large batches of food in a short time. Selina and Dinah discover an online store dedicated to selling vigilante gear and go on a Cyber Monday spree for their whole families. Steve Trevor, Diana's partner, teaches Selina how to fly with the invisible jet so she can surprise Bruce with the batplane.

After overcoming their initial conflicts, Selina and Talia hold a high amount of respect for each other. Talia sees Selina as not just a capable combatant, but a worthy partner to her former beloved and stepmother to her son. Selina, after spending all that time with the kids, understands the motherly love that Talia holds for Damian and makes it abundantly clear that she would never try to replace Talia in the boy's life. Regardless, looking after all those kids is hard, so they are very much open to the idea of co-parenting.

(Selina doesn't know it, but all this makes Bruce fall in love with her all over again.)

[sgstories123]

“Always use condoms”

Marc was watching Squid Game, a Korean drama, with his wife on Netflix in the living room of his flat when he heard someone at the door.

“Hi, Uncle and Auntie!”

His tenant, Sophie, greeted them as she entered the flat with her boyfriend. Sophie is from China. She came to Singapore to study at a nearby university and had been their tenant for a couple of months. Marc did not liked to be called ‘Uncle’ as it made him sound old. He is in his late thirties and only about 15 years older than Sophie who is in her early twenties. Still, Sophie had caught on to Singapore norms and had called everyone ‘Uncle’ and ‘Auntie’.

Marc watched as Sophie led her boyfriend to her room.

“Hey, stop looking at them.” His wife whispered loudly at him. “You know what they are going to do next, right.”

Marc nodded. It seems that Sophie and her boyfriend had only got to know each other recently but already, Sophie had brought him back several times. Marc could not remember his name but knew that he was a Singaporean studying in the same university. Every time Sophie brought him back to the flat, they will go to her room and have sex. It was not that Marc or his wife were eavesdropping. It was simply that the walls of HDB flats are too thin and Sophie was really loud when she is having sex. She will be moaning and screaming words of passion throughout. Marc and his wife did not really know how to tell Sophie to keep her volume down without feeling embarrassed. They could only pretend that it did not bother them or they did not even realise what was happening in Sophie’s room. Sophie was after all a good tenant in other aspects, paying her rent on time. Where possible, Marc and his wife will leave the flat to avoid the awkward situation.

“Ok, I think I will go fetch our son from my parents.” His wife got up from the sofa. “You want to go with me?”

“No. I think I will stay and watch the show.” Marc responded. He really did not want to visit his in-laws if possible. They only stay a few blocks away and had helped to look after their 1-year old son during the day, but they were always nagging at him for one thing or another.

“Well, don’t stay in the house. Leave the young people alone.” His wife gave him a hard stare. “Don’t be a pervert and listen to people having sex. You are too old for that.”

Marc sighed. He cannot understand why everyone thinks he is old. Ever since his wife got pregnant a couple of years ago, they had stopped having sex. When his wife was pregnant, she did not want to have sex because she was afraid that it will harm the unborn baby. And when she had given birth, she was always complaining that she was too tired to have sex. But what made him upset the most was that his wife seemed to have decided that once they had a baby, he was too old to be having sex. As a result, he had only been jerking off to satisfy his sexual needs. He envied Sophie’s boyfriend as Sophie seemed to enjoy sex so he must have lots of it.

 “Don’t say things like that to your husband. I going down later to buy cigarettes and have beer with my friends. I will most probably come home late. Don’t wait up for me.” Marc replied angrily.

His wife did not even bother answering and minutes later, left the flat.

Marc sighed. Maybe it was his fault. If he had not stopped using condoms after they got married, they would not have a son and he may still have a sex life. Well, that is one lesson learnt too late. Always use a condom, as they say in the advertisements.

Marc flipped through several movies on Netflix quickly. He did not want to continue watching Squid Game as he knows that his wife will want to resume from where she has stopped. He did not want to upset his wife if possible.

“You sure you need to leave now?” He heard Sophie’s voice followed by her room door opening.

“Yeah, they got stuck at the project and need me to work on it. Sorry. The deadline is tomorrow. I call you later.” Her boyfriend responded before stepping out of the flat. “Bye, Uncle”.

Marc winced at the word.

Sophie closed the front door and plopped down besides Marc. “What are you watching? Porn?”

“There is no porn on Netflix.” Marc laughed. “Well, maybe R21, if you consider that as porn.”

“That’s boring. Want to go to my room and watch porn with me?” Sophie glanced at Marc slyly. “Uncle?”

Marc smiled. He knew Sophie was quite open-minded and they often joked about sexual matters. “Why? Your boyfriend did not satisfy you? You need porn?” He retorted.

Sophie pouted. “That idiot. We were having sex. He was already making me so wet and then his friends must call him and ask him to do their stupid project.” Sophie turned round to face Marc. “Maybe you want to take his place? I am so ready.”

Marc was taken back by surprise. They have never gone so far with their jokes. Is she serious?

Sophie leaned forward and put her head on his shoulder. With one hand wrapped around his neck for support, her other hand rested on his chest, her fingers making small circles around his nipples. “What do you say?” She purred seductively.

Marc was a little confused but clearly, his lower body was not. He could feel his cock rising and making a tent in his shorts.

Sophie leaned further and kissed Marc on his cheeks. She turned his head towards her and kissed Marc again, this time on his lips. As Marc tasted the sweet, young succulent lips, his resistance started falling away. He felt himself floating and no longer in control of his actions. His arms wrapped around Sophie, feeling the warmth of the young body through her t-shirt. Sophie gave a short moan and grabbed Marc’s cock with her hands.

“Oh my God! You are so big and hard.” Sophie gushed. She rubbed his cock through his shorts, stroking it slowly and making small little circles around the tip of his cock with her fingertips. Marc sighed in pleasure.

Sophie stopped kissing Marc and looked at her fingers. It was wet with March’s pre-cum. “You are also wet.” She giggled. “Fuck me?”

“No, we an’t do this. My wife will be back soon.” A momentary sense of reason came back to Marc.

“Then let’s go to my room. Let’s make porn instead of watching porn.” Sophie giggle again before standing up and pulling Marc to her room.

Sophie closed the door behind them before first taking off her top and then sliding off her shorts. Marc was surprised. “You were not wearing bra or panties?”

Sophie smiled. “I told you we were having sex. I had to put on a tee shirt and shorts before going out of the room. Don’t talk so much. Take off your clothes.”

Marc was still standing there, unsure of what to do. He knew this was getting to a point of no return. Sophie did not wait for him to make a decision. She kneeled in front of him and pulled down his shorts.

“Oh my God! This is definitely the largest cock I have ever seen.” She exclaimed.

Without another word, she swallowed his cock, wrapping her warm tongue around the whole shaft. With one hand on Marc’s ass and the other holding on to the base of his cock, she started sucking his cock. Her rhythm picked up pace and Marc soon lost all reason and was floating in the pleasure of her efforts. He pushed his hips forward in concert with her sucking and he held on to her head, guiding her to heighten his pleasure.

“I am cumming!” He groaned. Sophie only squeezed his cock harder with both her hands and mouth. He erupted into her, filling her mouth with warm sperm. “Oh my god! That was so good.” He moaned as he felt his cock emptying the last few spurts into Sophie’s mouth.

Sophie swallowed all of Marc’s sperm before licking his now flaccid cock clean. “My god. It was so much. How long was it that you last had sex? This is so good.” Sophie looked up at Marc, seemingly fascinated.

She stood up and kissed Marc on his lips. Marc could taste his own cum on her lips. She stopped her kiss to pull Marc’s t-shirt over his head. Now both of them were naked. Sophie leaned forward to continue her kiss, wrapping one of her bare legs around Marc’s waist. As the naked skins touched, Marc’s cock became hard again.

“Ooh. Looks like you are ready to go again. Let’s fuck.” Sophie commanded. She led Marc to her bed, pushing him down to face the ceiling while she straddled him. She grabbed his cock and stroked it to hardness. Marc closed his eyes to enjoy the hand job and moaned softly in pleasure. He sensed a movement and opened his eyes to see Sophie lowering herself onto his cock.

“Condom. Use a condom.” He managed a hoarse whisper.

Sophie looked surprised. “Are you afraid of catching something from me? I am insulted.”

“No. Just don’t want you to get pregnant. Safer. Always use a condom.” He smiled weakly.

Sophie sighed but seemed pacified. She reached out to the nearby drawer and took out a condom. Expertly, she tore the condom wrapper and withdrew the condom before wrapping it over Marc’s cock. Without missing a beat, she lowered herself onto his cock, guiding it slowly into her love canal. As Marc’s cock filled her cunt, Sophie sighed in pleasure.

“Oh god. You are so big. This is so good.” Sophie moaned. Once she has engulfed Marc’s cock with her cunt, she froze momentarily to allow her pleasure to flow through her body before groaning loudly in pleasure.

Marc was also enjoying himself as his cock was pleasured by the warm tight walls of the young vagina. As Sophie started bouncing on his cock, the pleasure intensified. He held onto Sophie hips, as he watched her breasts bouncing in unison. He tried to sit up and suck on Sophie’s breasts. But after a couple of minutes, Sophie pushed him down on the bed again. She leaned on top of him, forcing his cock to rub more forcefully against her clitoris. Sophie was now lost in her pleasure, screaming vulgarities in her native Mandarin and alternating it with moans of pleasures.

 Marc finally understood what went on in Sophie’s room when Sophie was having sex with her boyfriend.

Marc did not hear the front door opened but he heard the Squid Game on Netflix resumed in the living room. His wife must be back. His cock became soft immediately and plopped out of Sophie’s body. Sophie stopped, still holding onto Marc body as she straddled him.

Marc looked up with a worried expression but Sophie simply smiled. She leaned forward and kissed Marc on his lips. As she continued kissing Marc, he could hear his wife moving around the house. He guessed the baby was asleep as there was no noise from his son. His wife seemed to have finally settled down on the sofa in the living room to continue watching her show. As Sophie’s bed was next to the wall where the sofa was leaned against, Marc was literally a wall away from his wife.

“What should we do?” Marc whispered.

“”Continue fucking, what else?” Sophie grinned. “Isn’t this exciting?”

“Are you crazy? My wife is out there. What happens if she finds out?” Marc was exasperated.

“Okay. If you do not want to fuck any more, I guess you can walk out of my room now.” Sophie had an evil glint in her eye. “If you want to stay in this room, you better make me happy.”

Marc was being blackmailed into sex. He felt so powerless and used. Do prostitutes feel this way, he wondered. He knew he had no choice but to continue laying on Sophie’s bed and pretended to want to have sex. He allowed Sophie to continue sucking his cock but with his mind on his wife, he was only semi-hard.

He tried to close his eyes and focus on his pleasure. As long as Sophie is happy fucking him, she will not throw him out of the room. He must not let his wife know that he is fucking Sophie behind her back.

There was a knock on Sophie’s door. “Sophie, are you in there? Can I ask you something?” Marc’s cock grew limp immediately. He is dead. His wife is definitely going to divorce him.

“Yup. Give me a minute.” Sophie gave Marc a smile. “Don’t move and it will be fine. Trust me.”

Marc did not need Sophie to tell him that. He was already frozen in fear.

Sophie got off the bed and walked to the door, naked. She opened the door slightly. Marc could see the legs of his wife but Sophie had blocked her from seeing much into her room.

“Oh. Sorry.” Marc’s wife was embarrassed to see the naked Sophie and looked away.

“Oh, I should be the one to be sorry. I am having sex with my boyfriend and forgot to put on some clothes.” Sophie lied.

“Sorry. I did not know. Sorry to disturb you.” Marc’s wife managed apologetically, still looking away from Sophie.

“No worries. What is it, auntie? What do you want to ask me?” Sophie continued nonchalantly.

“Nothing much. Just wanted to know if you know where my husband is?”

“He might have out. I heard the front door.”

“Oh right. I forgot he mentioned he may go out to meet up with his friends.” Marc’s wife felt silly and sheepish. “Sorry again.”

“It’s okay. We are just resting between fucks.” Sophie replied, before closing her room door. She walked over to Marc triumphantly and lay down beside him, planting a soft kiss on his lips. Marc could feel the bedsheet drenched in perspiration. Was it from their lovemaking earlier or the fear from being found out. He was so relived and so amazed at Sophie’s audacity that he leaned over to kiss her.

“You are getting hard again.” Sophie whispered in Marc’s ear, “Continue fucking?”

Marc did not respond but simply got on top of Sophie. His condom had slipped off and he took another one from the drawer. He put it on quickly on his hard cock and pried open Sophie’s legs. He plunged his cock into her cunt in one stroke, surrounding it once again between the familiar warm walls. He heard his wife still watching the Korean drama in the living room. But now, instead of being afraid of being found out, the thrill of fucking another woman with hid wife separated by only a wall, made his cock even harder and larger. Blood was coursing through his cock making it steel hard. His cock pushed harder against Sophie’s cunt, making it even tighter and more pleasurable. Sophie was enjoying herself too. She was moaning louder and again started screaming expletives passionately.

“Fuck me harder!” She screamed loudly.

Marc was caught up in her passion. He was controlling himself not to make any noise as his wife was just outside the room. But Sophie’s passion was infectious and he threw caution into the wind, allowing himself to grunt and groan loudly to match Sophie’s screams.

He pumped Sophie mercilessly, lifting one of her legs over his shoulders so that he can push even deeper at an angle. Sophie was just screaming in pleasure now, having already orgasmed several times, spraying her love juice all over the bed. 

“You are so fucking big!” Sophie screamed again. “I cannot take it any more!”

Marc smiled. He was close to cumming as well. He gave her several deep thrusts before increasing his pace and tilting his cock at an angle to rub Sophie’s clitoris even more roughly.

“Argh!” Sophie cried out as she reached another orgasm. This was followed by a string of Chinese expletives. Marc gave a final thrust and emptied his seed into the waiting condom. He waited till the pleasure has subsided before pulling his cock out of the wet cunt. He pulled off the condom and shoved his cock, still glistening with his sperm into Sophie’s mouth.

“Lick it clean!” He commanded. He was in control now. Sophie crept over on all fours and quietly licked his cock. Marc stroked Sophie’s head, running his fingers through her hair. Yes, he thought to himself. Sophie’s boyfriend is so lucky. Sophie is definitely a good fuck.

Marc heard his wife switching off Netflix and the door to their bedroom closed. His wife must have decided not to wait for him and go to bed first.

Marc’s cock grew hard again. He saw Sophie’s handphone on the table, picked it up and set it up in video mode.

“Now we make porn.” He smiled at Sophie while he reached for another condom.

[aalissy]

Gifts

I can’t believe it’s been a week of Adrienette April :O! Anywho, I hope you guys like this lil chapter. It’s a reveal fic and I loveee writing those haha. Lemme know what you think <3

AO3

A blaring alarm quickly caused Adrien’s eyes to blink open. With a groan, he flailed a hand out, smacking the alarm off. Plagg sleepily blinked up at him from his spot on his chest. “Do we really have to get up now?” he whined, “The sun was practically up when you came home because of that stupid akuma attack. Can’t we just skip a day? A cat needs his beauty sleep you know.”

Adrien simply slowly shook his head, his eyes blearily falling shut as he fought to get up. Plagg was right. After a long day of fencing practice, Mandarin lessons, and photoshoots, he went on to an even longer akuma attack. Before he could fall back asleep again and hear Nathalie’s voice drone on and on about how he was disappointing his father, he pushed himself up. 

Dragging his tired, heavy feet he shuffled his way over to his closet. With his eyes semi-shut, he waved his arm around, hoping to just grab his clothes and yank them on. Unfortunately for Adrien, he misjudged the distance and, after tugging too harshly, a whole heap of clothing fell down on him.

He was almost content to stay there for a bit. It was warm and cozy and he was so tired. Before he could, however, he heard Plagg snicker at him. “Are you trying to get ready for school or brave a snowstorm?”

Being too tired to reply, Adrien merely poked his head up, shooting his kwami a glare. With a heavy, longing sigh, he pushed himself out of the pile of clothing. Reaching down, he intended to just grab his usual outfit when something made him pause. A soft, fond smile spread across his face as he saw the black beret sitting atop his clothes. A gift so special Ladybug herself dropped it off for him.

Newly awakened by the thought of Ladybug, Adrien plucked out his outfit from the pile of clothes. After he had finished getting dressed, he carefully placed the beret on top of his head, sighing happily. 

“I will never understand why you’d prefer a gift like that over delicious camembert.” Plagg floated by him lazily. 

Rolling his eyes, Adrien merely tossed his kwami a small piece of the cheese, watching disgustedly as he gobbled it down in one quick bite. “And I will never understand how you like that smelly stuff,” he muttered before lifting up his jacket so Plagg could slide under it. 

Finally feeling ready for the day, Adrien raced downstairs to eat his breakfast. Suddenly, not seeing his father at the dining table and listening to Nathalie mindlessly list off his schedule wasn’t as bad as before. It was almost like the beret brought him just as much luck as Ladybug herself did.

Stroking a gentle finger over the gift, he eagerly slid into the limousine and stared out the window as he began the trip to school. What other luck could it possibly bring him? After getting dropped off, he slid into the seat next to Nino, shooting his friend a warm smile. 

“Hey, dude, nice cap.” Nino winked at him, playfully flicking the brim of his own hat. 

“Thanks.” Adrien beamed. “I got it as a gift a while ago but saw it today and just knew I had to wear it.”

“Awesome.” He chuckled. “It goes well with your shirt, too.”

Opening his mouth, he was about to say something else when someone practically plopped through the doorway. It was Marinette and judging by the look on her face she was just as tired as he was this morning. Hoping to wake her up by even a little bit, Adrien turned to shoot her a warm smile and a wave. “Hey, Marinette.”

Instantly, she squeaked, standing straight up as she gave him a wide, awkward grin. She waved back at him with bright pink cheeks before they paled almost instantly. Her blue eyes practically popped out of her head as she stared at him... or... well, above him. Glancing upwards, he didn’t see anything differently until a thought popped into his head. His beret.

Did she not like it? Adrien frowned to himself, feeling almost self-conscious as he shifted the beret around somewhat. Marinette just about turned into a statue with the way she tensed. Looking completely panicked, she scurried back into the seat behind him.

Swallowing thickly, he could almost feel her eyes boring into the back of his skull... or, more likely, his beret. Well, that was no good. Marinette was the most fashionable out of everyone in their class. If she didn’t like the beret maybe he and Nino were wrong about it. Hearing some quiet whisperings coming from the desk behind him, Adrien attempted to listen in, hoping that he‘d be able to hear why she didn’t like the beret.

“Yes, but I didn’t give it to him... Ladybug did,” Marinette whispered forcefully.

With a small frown, Adrien strained his ears to hear what Alya said in reply to that. She simply hummed in acknowledgment and that didn’t help him come any closer to figuring out what they were even talking about. Before he could try and understand what any of that possibly meant, however, Mlle. Bustier entered their classroom, starting class.

Unfortunately for Adrien, though, he was too focused on Marinette’s last message to even attempt to listen to Mlle. Bustier. His foot tapped anxiously under the desk as he waited for class to be over. For some reason, he needed to talk to Marinette.

When Mlle. Bustier finished her lecture, he immediately popped up out of his desk, scrambling to turn around and look at Marinette. Her eyes widened in shock as she blinked up at him. Clearing her throat, she hesitantly murmured, “Y-yes, Adrien?”

“S-sorry but can we talk?” He motioned between the two of them hopefully, his cheeks turning a shade of red.

Marinette’s face fell and he felt his heart fall right along with it. Did she really hate the beret that much? It was almost like she dreaded the thought of going to talk with him. Shifting nervously on his feet, Adrien attempted to give her a reassuring smile. 

Slowly, Marinette stood up, gnawing on her lower lip as she nodded her head. “It’ll h-have to be quick though. We have class soon.”

Opening his mouth, he was about to say something when she took his hand, guiding him out of the classroom. They stopped in a small, abandoned corner. Searching his thoughts, Adrien tried to figure out what it was he wanted to say to her when Marinette sucked in a deep breath, breaking the silence. “You know, don’t you?”

“Know, know what?” he asked, tilting his head in confusion.

“About the...” She cut herself off, gesturing up at the beret. 

Oh, she was asking whether or not he knew she didn’t like the beret. Obviously he knew that. Her reaction was less than subtle. Nodding his head solemnly, Adrien murmured, “Yeah, yeah I know.”

Marinette winced, scrubbing a hand down the side of her face as she blew out a harsh breath. After a brief moment, she gazed up at him intently. “Listen, Adrien... you can’t tell anyone. I mean that. You can’t tell anyone.”

He blinked in surprise, one of his hands coming up to hold the beret to his head almost protectively. Quietly, he murmured, “I don’t know, Marinette. You were kind of obvious. People might already know.”

“What?!” she screeched, her eyes popping wide open. “What do you mean?”

“I-I just mean that you weren’t very subtle. A-and I-I’m only saying that b-because I figured it out so quickly.” The more he said, the more Marinette began to panic. Pacing up and down the halls, she ran a hand through her hair. Fearing he was only making it worse, Adrien quickly clamped his mouth shut. 

After a few more seconds of panic, Marinette turned back to him, her lower lip wobbling just slightly. Softly, she whispered, “Was I really that obvious?”

Wincing painfully, he slowly nodded his head, wishing that he could lie to her. Almost as quickly as she had started panicking, she stopped, her lips thinning into a small, determined line. Her eyes flashed with decisiveness as Marinette said, “Right, well... first things first we need to find Bunnyx. Maybe we can still fix this.”

Choking on air, Adrien coughed out, “B-Bunnyx... what do you mean?”

“Right, I only gave you a miraculous that one time so you might not know her. She can travel back and forth in time and she’s helped me out a lot over the years.” Marinette waved off his question like she hadn’t just shattered his whole world with two sentences. 

Feeling dizzy, he tried to stop himself from seeing the similarities but it was impossible. His fingers, which Adrien hadn’t even realized had been moving along the beret, tripped over a different type of threading. No, it couldn’t be. Carefully, he took it off his head, blinking down at the Marinette that had been scrawled across his beret in tiny, golden lettering. 

In that small, brief moment it finally clicked. Marinette was... was... his lady. And of course she was. How could he have ever thought it could be someone else? No one else was as tough or as sweet or as caring as her.

“Oh,” Adrien finally breathed out, feeling like he had just been hit by a truck.

“Oh is right,” Marinette murmured before frowning as she searched his face. “W-wait, Adrien are you okay? You look like you’re going to pass out. Do you need to sit down?”

Her sapphire eyes twinkled at him with so much concern that he felt all of his breath whoosh out of him in one long exhale. “Y-you’re...”

Her frown deepened as she gazed back at him. Nodding her head, she said, “Yes. We just talked about this... didn’t we? You said it was obvious.”

“I-I thought that we were talking about how you o-obviously disliked my beret,” Adrien stuttered out.

An array of emotions danced across Marinette’s face so quickly that he could barely understand what was happening. All too suddenly, she shut down, her mouth falling open as she tugged at her pigtails in despair. “Oh my god,” she whispered, “Oh my god. You didn’t know. Y-you didn’t know.”

Instantly, he went into protective partner mode, leaning down as he placed his hands gently on her shoulders. Softly, he murmured, “Marinette, hey listen it’s okay. Just breathe. No one else knows but me now.”

“And Alya,” she muttered to herself almost unthinkingly.

Adrien froze, shock and understanding crashing into him before he shook his head. Now wasn’t the time. “Right, and Alya. So, you see we’re better off now than when we started. You weren’t obvious at all. At least not to me.”

“I’m sorry, Adrien,” Marinette whimpered, peering up at him with a quivering chin.

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine,” he murmured, taking a step forward to hug her to him tightly. “If I hadn’t panicked so much about you potentially not liking my beret none of this would have happened.”

With a small sniffle, she leaned back slightly to look at him with a wobbly smile. “You thought I hated my own creation.”

“Hey, in my defense you told me that it was from a Brazilian fan club!” Adrien chuckled. “And then you got so pale when I saw you this morning. I thought my beret was personally offensive to you.”

With a watery giggle, Marinette shook her head. “I only got so pale because I thought you’d figured me out.”

“Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag now.” He snickered quietly to himself.

“No.” Marinette’s mouth fell open as she frowned at him. Slowly, she pulled herself from his arms, looking up at him from head to toe. “There’s no way...”

Tensing up, Adrien didn’t know what to say. He simply gave her a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his neck.

She gasped, a small scoff escaping her as she said softly, “There is a way.”

“Hello, m’lady.”

“A cat pun!” Marinette threw her head back in a loud laugh. “That’s how you break the news to me... through a cat pun?”

“I didn’t exactly expect you to get it through one pun.” Adrien huffed, crossing his arms. To himself, he muttered, “I’m sure I’ve made puns to you before that you never got.”

With a quiet snicker, she threw her arms around him in an even tighter hug than before. Quietly, she whispered in his ear, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. It was obvious.”

He debated about making another half-hearted attempt at a joke, but instead, Adrien simply closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Marinette in his arms. He didn’t know how he was ever going to let go. 

“Hey, Adrien.”

“Yeah?”

“I think we’ve missed class.” Marinette giggled.

Instead of going to class, however, Adrien simply snuggled closer into her embrace. “Mmm, you’re probably right.” 

“Do you think we’d get away with it if we said that there was a very small akuma attack that turned us to stone a few minutes before Ladybug and Chat Noir showed up?”

“Only if one of them was there to corroborate our story.”

Marinette simply laughed, clutching him tighter as she closed her eyes. Adrien was so glad that he picked that beret up today. 

[2jaeh]

SESSIONS | LUCAS WONG

genre: fluff, mature themes,

warnings: suggestive grinding, groping

Words: 1,5k

You’re WayVs assistant and you’re incredibly whipped for their charismatic rapper after he stole a steamy kiss from you a year ago.

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You went through your schedule frantically, realizing that you needed to be somewhere right now. Most of of the staff rooms were empty and you couldn’t find any of the NCT boys anywhere. Being an assistant manager for WayV at SM seemed like a dream job but why have the past couple of months been literal hell ?

SM had hired you to watch over the WayV unit during the resonance promotions seeing as you were the most capable at mandarin than the rest of the assistants, and frankly the only one who hadn’t complained about their recklessness or the farm that was developing at their dorm.

The only issue with being assigned to WayV right now was an attachment to one of the members you wish you’d forgotten. Wong Yukhei, or better known by his stage name Lucas. Ever since you laid eyes on him you felt giddy, like a school girl going through her first crush.

Lucas was so nice to you from the very beginning. He made you comfortable enough to joke around them and always treated you like a friend rather than an employee. The problem though started at SM’s Christmas party a year back.

“Y/n what are you doing here ?” He said, that familiar grin spread across his face as he approached you.

“Hey-y I’m just getting some fresh air” you had responded shyly, leaning against the wall as his huge frame stood in front of you.

“Hey-y I’m just getting some fresh air” you had responded shyly, leaning against the wall as his huge frame stood in front of you.

You couldn’t remember much of how the rest of the conversation went but you do remember at some point Lucas had pinned you against the wall and kissed you. You remembered his large hands grope your thighs as he groaned into the kiss, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. He smelled like tequila and his usual Tom Ford cologne, having him that close was intoxicating. You also remembered when it came to an end, his band mate Yangyang had shouted for him, and Lucas’s last words to you that night was “let me know if you wanna do that again sometime.”

After that night he moved on like nothing happened. It’s not like he didn’t talk to you but he had completely erased that you two had shared an intimate moment together. You hated that after that night your feelings for him had only escalated and unfortunately you couldn’t do anything about that.

You dragged your feet across the floor as you made your way over to the recording studio as that’s where your schedule needed you to be right now. WayV was recording their individual track for the resonance album and you had to make sure all their needs during recording were met.

Opening the door you were greeted by WinWin and Xiaojun, WinWin in the booth and Xiaojun on the couch memorizing his lines.

You playfully nudged him as you took your seat, “you need any snacks or water ?”

“I’m good thanks, the producer just got us drinks too” Xiaojun smiled sweetly.

You nodded and slumped into the couch as he now took his turn and WinWin waved you a goodbye before leaving the studio. Something in you hoped that you missed Lucas’s recording, but a little part of you didn’t.

You got your answer pretty soon when the door flung open and Lucas walked in, sporting a simple black tank top and jeans. His hair was pushed out of his face and he wore clear spectacles. He was effortlessly hot and he knew it.

You had no idea how long you were checking him out but Lucas had noticed and waved his hand in front of your face.

“Hey you” he giggled and awaited a high 5 from you.

You pressed your lips together and hi5ed him, hating that he was still so nice instead of being a dick about the whole situation. Lucas was cocky but not in the way where he would’ve boasted about kissing you or mocked your little crush on him. But it still hurt how normal he was. It hurt so much.

“Alright Lucas we’ll take it from your verse” the producer said as Lucas stepped into the booth and placed the headphones on his head.

He sucked in his lip as his eyebrows knitted together, reading the words before nodding his head to the music that began to fade in.

You knew about their song Nectar. The words, the innuendos, the whole message behind it and it didn’t surprise you that the boys were quite excited to perform this song.

Lucas was his usual playful self, dancing along to the beat and just having fun with the recording. You unconsciously bit down on your lip as Lucas lifted up his shirt in order to feel the cool breeze of the a/c, still dancing along to the beat.

“Great stuff man, hey I’m gonna go meet with the main producers real quick I’ll be back in an hour or so” the producer turned back to you and you nodded.

Suddenly there was an uncomfortable tension in the air as Lucas emerged from the booth and grabbed a bottle of water from the coffee table. You watched as he downed the whole bottle, the veins in his neck became prominent as he swallowed.

You diverted your attention to your phone, hoping he didn’t catch you staring or notice your reddened ears.

“What did you think ?” Lucas asked as he took a seat on the coffee table in front of you, wiping away the small beads of sweat from his forehead.

You looked up at him, “of what...?”

“My recording, stupid” he chuckled and playfully knocked his knee against yours.

“Oh it was good” you replied shyly, his eyes were practically burning into yours as he talked.

Lucas sat back placing his hands behind him for support and spread his legs as he cocked his head to the side.

“I thought you liked me...is it just good?”

“Huh w-what I don’t like you...what” you were a stuttering mess as you tried to compose yourself.

Lucas laughed loud and ran his fingers through his hair, “you’re so cute oh my God it’s insane you know that ?”

You kept quiet, afraid to make yourself look stupid in front of him again when you felt him lean in and place his index finger under your chin, lifting it to meet his gaze once more.

“Those innocent eyes drive me crazy, just like that night we...were together. You remember ?” He licked his bottom lip.

“Y-yeah I do” you murmured placing your hands in your lap and twirled your rings nervously.

“I was waiting for you to let me know when you wanted to do that again and you never did” Lucas pouted and stroked your cheek, “you don’t like me ?”

“No that’s not it!” You blurted and he chuckled. You sighed and swallowed hard, “I do like you Lucas but you just kinda ignored me after so I thought you didn’t like me...”

Lucas’s eyes widened and his lips curled into a smile as he his hands moved to your lap and laced his fingers with yours.

“I clearly remembered telling you to let me know if you wanted to, I thought me kissing you was enough to let you know how I felt about you y/n” Lucas sighed, “when you didn’t respond after I assumed you weren’t into it.”

You groaned loudly and playfully shoved him, “well next time be more clear will you ?!”

Lucas grabbed your face and pulled you into a passionate kiss, quickly dominating it and cheekily bit on your bottom lip before pulling away.

“Is that clear enough for you ?” He said lowly as his hands moved to your sides and drew circles on your hips.

“I meant be more vocal Lucas” you rolled your eyes yet still flushed from his incredible kiss.

Lucas moved from the coffee table to the couch and in one Swift movement he had you on his lap, straddling him.

He laid his head back as he looked at you through hooded eyes and wet his bottom lip with his tongue.

“Vocal huh ?” He mused.

You tried your best not to move on top of him, the last thing you wanted was to get a tiny taste of friction and going all the way in your workplace studio.

“I don’t want to be just a fuck buddy if that’s what you’re into...”

“Now where the hell did I say that damn y/n what do you think of me?” Lucas chuckled and fake cried into his hands.

“I’m sorry I just wanted to put it out there” you bit down on your lip and played with the material of his shirt.

“I want more, Ofcourse I want more” Lucas groaned and pulled you closer, “you know Johnny hyung told me you’re out of my league”

“I-I’m out of y-your league ?”

“I mean he’s kinda right though, you’re perfect I’m sure any of the guys were waiting to get to you” Lucas pouted and placed a soft peck on your neck.

“Well I only want you...” you mumbled not noticing Lucas’s eyes brighten, all you felt was him bear hugging you and placed butterfly kisses all over your face and neck.

“Good!” Lucas grinned before his eyes became dark again, “so now that I’m vocal, I want to hear a different type of vocal from you y/n.”