#i did it bc it was the first word i thought of and i JUST remembered ash is my name

[reidyourpalms]

busy woman

simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

MDNI | 18+

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simon is infatuated the second he sees you, wanting to know everything about you - your name, your address, how you taste. so he knew he had hit the jackpot when you strutted over to him swaying your hips seductively as if he needed any more convincing that you were going home with him. but nothing could have prepared him for what was about to come out of that pretty plump mouth of yours, especially when you’re dressed up in ribbons and pink frills.

‘i could be your perfect missus in any way’

simon couldn’t help the little smile that tugged on his lips as he rubbed his chin softly, looking at you like you were his prey.

‘didn’t expect such a pretty little thing to say somethin’ like that. fuck’

simon heard a little giggle breeze past your lips and knew he was completely gone, offering to buy you a drink which you swiftly accepted - wrapping your manicured hand around his bulky arm as you walk with him towards the bar.

you got to know each other, simon asking all the important questions like how many kids you wanted so he could plan the house he needed to build, and how many times he needed to fill you up.

he doesn’t know how but eventually he ends up in your apartment, the one that is undeniably yours, all pink and proper. but he only notices that because he’s backed you up against your wall kissing you deeply whilst holding the back of your neck as if something would snatch you away from him.

'such a pretty little thing aren't ya?' simon spoke gruffly as he grinded slightly against your leg.

'please, plea-'

'please what baby, i'm gonna need more than that'

'just please fuck me.' you pleaded bluntly, your doe like eyes looking into his. he let out a guttural moan at the mere idea - 'who can say no to eyes like that swee'heart?'

he turns you around swiftly, spreading your legs with one of his own. he wastes no time pulling down your white flowy dress, leaving you only in your underwear. simon does a sharp intake at the sight of you in your baby pink lacy panties, as if you knew you were destined to find him tonight.

'what a sight, got a little damp spot already do ya?' simon says as he runs one of his thick fingers along your clothes slit causing you to shudder in response. 'wet at the thought of me like a good little whore.' he growls in your ear causing your pussy to clench, your breathing becoming erratic.

he brings both of his hands down to your panties and roughly rips them in half. 'no siii, i really liked them ones,' you say sulking. 'i'll buy you more baby, don't worry your pretty little mind.' simon replies gruffly as he unzips his pants.

'i'm not usually a selfish man but i've gotta get in you swee'heart' he says as he runs himself along your slit. you whimper and immediately he pushes straight in, bottoming out. he never thought he’d feel so good, your walls so tight around his cock, squeezing like you wanted to milk him dry the second he entered you.

‘i ain’t gonna last long in som’thin’ as sweet as you’ simon grunted out, each word matched with a thrust. he pushed in and out of you at an unforgiving pace, with every thrust filling you fully.

‘i’m gonna fill this sweet pussy, fill you with one of them babies’ you clenched around him as his dirty words, the thoughts of a family making you joyous. ‘oh you like that baby? you’re tryna milk me dry’

‘cum in me si, please’ you plead, pushing against him as hard as you can. he grunts and his cock stutters at your words, immediately filling you to the brim as an orgasm that could have been read on the richter scale runs through every nerve in your body.

‘you’re mine forever now baby’

did i cook is the question bc your girl just wrote her first piece of smut. yipee.

request anything you want bbgs

[guiltyfemcel]

Puppy Dog

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•ᴥ︎• Anon asked: Imagine reader being joost new dogsitter!! He’s away for tour or something and he constantly asks her for updates on his dogs :-)) when he returns they have some tension ?? Friends to lovers if u may

•ᴥ︎• a/n: tysm for the love on the first part of this series! i appreciate every note deeply n hope u like this part <3

•ᴥ︎• (dog) tags: 2.7k words, slow burn, slight yearning nothing crazy happens

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Part 2

The first weeks were much more interesting than you were prepared for, to say the least. Not for lack of preparation of course, Joost had made sure every little thing was perfect for you, even stocking the fridge and saying “You better not let this go to waste!” His dogs were much more than welcoming to you, always following like fuzzy shadows. They were extremely well trained, even if it took a couple of tries for them to understand what you were asking of them.

None of this is what made this favor interesting, what was interesting was the place you had found yourself in. Never before had you been so high strung in a friends house before. Its not like Joost hadn’t made you feel more than welcome, he was adamant that everything that was his was yours. Its just, you felt so out of place in such a personal facet of his life. You walked around like a human time bomb, not touching the many little trinkets littering the shelves, you caught yourself withdrawing from picture frames like they would jump out at you. It wasn’t that you were afraid he would be upset with you, even if you did manage to break something, but you couldn’t place why you felt so strongly while staying here.

It was easy to pretend you felt perfectly fine, especially with Joost at a distance. You told yourself it was just for a little while, that you wouldn’t pry where you weren’t needed. It was easy enough at first, but very soon came crumbling as you faced a small problem.

Joost would not. stop. texting.

It was incessant, he bombarded you from every angle. As soon as you got your brain off of the fact his entire life encompassed you, his little face popped up on your screen.

joosti

hai how r my babies doing!!

hope they have been behaving for you

Currently you sat in his living room, a lamp filled the room with a low warm light as the tv hummed. His dogs of course littered the room, two taking up the couch on either side of of you, two more at your feet, and one sleeping in a rocking couch across the room. You decided to snap a picture of the two resting on your thighs, fuzzy white muzzles laying perpendicular, glossy eyes following your movement as you shifted. You couldn’t help but to awe at the picture taken, like two little cherubs resting on your legs! Joost would kill you if he knew you had this picture on you and didn’t share, so you didnt wait to open his messages

mary puppins

*pic*

they r just as clingy as you…

joosti

my heart!! so cute ٩(ᐛ)و

but wait why does it look like they like you more than me

mary puppins

bc they do

this was all a ploy

im a dognapper!

joosti

WTFF!

You couldn’t help but let a laugh rip through the quiet air, it was funny how much you could hear his voice through the text. You asked how his first shows had been going, it was almost too easy to picture him saying his texts.

“ Yeah, Helsinki was great but the ride to Denmark was crazy, im super tired but it feels so worth it” you smiled at the screen, imagining how he must be reclined on the other side of the phone, then immediately covered your face, embarrassed by the thought of you sitting with a dumb smile by yourself.

mary puppins

saw some clips, seemed pretty crazy

hopefully ur able to get some rest now right?

joosti

yeah man tour bus bed is calling me (ᗒᗣᗕ)

at least i get to enjoy my bed alone finally

how have you been sleeping btw, they hog the sheets dont they 👀

Instantly your face heated at the messages, he didn’t know you were avoiding his room like the plague, you didn’t know why. Since he had left you had reserved yourself to the couch (which to be fair was quite comfortable), despite how he pleaded ‘it would be a shame to let his bed go cold’. You didnt want to lie to your friend but you had no real reason to being so avoidant, no reason that you wanted to face head on at least.

You stared at his face at the top of your messages, a picture of you both cropped to just him, the flash from the camera gave him red eyes but his beaming smile and flushed nose and cheeks were all you ever noticed. His picture stared right back at you and for the first time it brought frustration, how was it that you could be around him just fine, talking, laughing, even hugging, yet he turns his back and you start feeling like a damn schoolgirl? Pull yourself together! you remind yourself that forced “proximity” can do crazy things to the brain and how good a friend Joost is and look back at your phone screen.

mary puppins

sleep like a baby

easy knowing im not paying for heat 😴

joosti

well just know Abba likes to bite toes so… sleep tight!

Abba was the grey curly haired dog, currently curled up on the couch sound asleep, you also found him with one of your slippers in his mouth earlier so you aren’t too surprised.

mary puppins

is that why my sock was wet this morning…

Talking to Joost never failed to lift your spirits but you still couldn’t bring yourself to rest your head where he has. You lay down on the couch instead, shifting dogs around until you are comfortable, and grab the closest blanket and pillow. Your phone was resting on the coffee table, silent now that you both wished each other good night, telling him how pissed the fans would be at you if he was too tired at his next concert. You were cemented in place by dogs so there was no chance you were going anywhere (that’s what you told yourself, anyway). It wasn’t long before your eyes were fluttering shut, lulled to sleep by the sweet hum of the tv and the warm weight of fluffy dogs.

bzzzt bzzzt

The early sun slipped through the blinds, shining a blinding light right onto your sleeping face. You tried to shift away from the natural alarm but your legs were solidly trapped under you. Groggily slapping a hand over your face, you rubbed the crust from your eyes, still drunk on sleep you forced your eyes open. Confusion set in as you were met with your captor, Abba sat atop your legs looking back at you, uncaring as you shifted around. When you turned to grab your phone you were met with four more sets of eyes, surrounded by wagging tails waiting for you to wake up. Twisting between the dogs you grabbed your phone from the table to check the time.

It didn’t surprise you that it was well past when they would usually go out, that would explain the helicopter behavior. You squinted down at your notifications and saw joosts pink face at the top.

“take any pics on the walk today? ▼・ᴥ���▼“

You barely made out the message in your hazy stupor, opening up the camera you captured how you were trapped under one dog, then sloowwly panned ,one by one, to the rest looming over you. Chuckling, your fingers skated across the keyboard before you could think.

mary puppins

*vid*

didn’t get that far yet

help…

joosti

i tried to tell you they have no personal space lol

you watched as the typing bubble bobbed before dipping away briefly, pausing before returning to typing. By now you were more awake, shooing away dogs as you moved to start the day. You sat up on the couch, hands resting on your knees as you mentally prepared yourself for the day. When your hand buzzed again, you twisted your wrist upwards to look at what he said before your eyes widened in embarrassment.

“they kept you trapped on the couch im guessing?”

The message wasn’t necessarily pointed in anyway, but still you felt guilty like you had been caught in a lie. Your hand touched your warm cheeks, you felt stupid for feeling embarrassed but if you hadn’t sent that dumb video none of this would be on your mind right now. If Joost was standing here for any of this he would ask if you were feeling sick or something because this behavior was not ordinary. Luckily for you though he couldn’t see your strange reaction to his messages

mary puppins

yeah i kinda passed out ngl

being the best dog sitter is hard work 😓

Joosti

you make it look easy soldier 🫡

they start to get rowdy the longer you wait though

jus lyk

Just as the message shook your phone you heard the slam of a bedroom door. You jumped up eyes darting down to count the dogs sat around you. Counting four dogs you immediately followed the sound of shuffling, being led to the the open door of joosts room. Noises of a dog scuffling echoed through the shadowy room, you swallowed your pride, what type of sitter would you be to let Abba tear up his room.

you took a deep breath, stalking into the carpeted room you brushed the wall searching for a light switch.

Flick!

Your eyes shifted across the room, no immediate signs of a canine except the sound of chewing coming from the middle of the room. As you stepped in deeper you heard the sound coming from under his neatly made bed, just as you went to look under abba bounded right out. A dried bone hanging from his mouth as he looked up at you curiously. You let your hand scratch at his head before he turned and trotted off! leaving you standing in Joosts room by yourself feeling silly.

You turned in place looking at the room that was giving you such trouble. It was nicely organized, pictures and posters scattered the walls but the desk was strangely emtpy. You could tell the space was for his laptop, probably on the road with him by now. There was a shelf holding cds and records next to a small table that had a brown, worn record player. There weren’t many surfaces that weren’t covered in pictures of friends or postcards. Your eyes barely skimmed the pictures as you pulled out the desk chair, wondering if he had cleaned up extra because you would be here. A stitch plush was propped up in the seat, you lifted up the blue plush and felt lost in thought as you looked at him.

The relationship you had with Joost was perfect the way it was, it wasn’t often you could find such a genuine male friend. You didn’t want to complicate what you had by getting lost in your delusions.

The fresh air from the walk helped clear your mind a lot. You decided that you were done acting like a skittish fool and you deserved more than to sleep on the couch because of some butterflies. Plus now was the best time to sort out your ‘thoughts’ about Joost, considering he had no idea you were feeling funny.

You walked home feeling clear like the blue sky, determined to fully make yourself at home in his home. Of course on the way home Abba had to pick up the biggest stick on the planet and insisted on bringing it home.

“That thing is not even gonna fit through the door!” you spoke as if he could hear or respond, and recorded the response when you reached the door and Abba realized what you tried to warn him about. The video showed abba with his comically large stick, stuck outside the house cause it couldn’t quite fit.

On the other side of the phone, Joost blew up at the desperate effort of his pet, laughing as your voice spoke from the speaker:

“i tried to tell you Abba, that shit is not gonna fit in here”

Joosti

🤣🤣

tell him he cant just shove his wood anywhere

The next hours were spent caring for the dogs and routinely glancing at your phone to see Joost’s face looking back at you. Always either begging for more dog content or hysterically reacting to said content. His attention was never turned down from you though, You wondered if he had spent as much time talking to anyone else as he did you, even if it was just to check in with his pets. As you crossed your mental to do list off and the sun skated down the sky, you felt yourself grow more and more tired. When both you and the dogs had no more energy to spend, you dragged yourself up the steps the Joost’s room. You told yourself there was nothing to run from, you were free to have whatever unsettling response you wanted as long as you got over it before he came home.

Your heart thumped with every footstep, stalking closer to the closed door of Joost’s sanctuary. No big deal, you were in here this morning no problem! Your fingers curled around the door handle, swinging open the door before you could convince yourself against it.

The smell of him fully engulfed you, now that Abba wasn’t there to distract you, there was no escape from the way he consumed your senses. You pushed through, flicking on the lamp on the bedside table and filling the room in a comfortable dim blanket. You had already brushed your teeth in the second bathroom, not ready to spend more time in here than you needed too.

You stood over his made bed, deep blue sheets nicely folded over, untouched since you started staying here. Plugging in your phone to charge you pictured him doing the same as you, how the routine would carry him to sleep. You yanked open the sheets, as he must’ve many times, sliding into the sheets you wondered if he slept on the side you chose or next to you.

Your head lolled to the un used side of the bed, you pictured his profile resting next to you. So many times you had been so close to him but never used your memory to think of him like this. Sometimes when you really thought about the perfect hypothetical world where something was going on between you, it makes so much sense. Talking to him truly came so easy to you, your personalities meshed together so well other people seemed to struggle to understand the language you shared. Multiple times had you experienced a variety of people complementing his features, even the straightest men saying he was “suspiciously pretty” after a few drinks. You laughed when Joost had told you this , but it would be a lie if you said a few drinks didn’t make you wanna say the same thing.

A heavy sigh ripped through the air as you flipped yourself over, shoving your face into the soft pillow case that smelled like detergent. Another breath brought traces of his smell into your brain again and you tried your hardest to not think of how his sleeping figure would fit perfectly next to you, how you wished he would sleepily toss an arm over you and pull you closer. The pillow caught any groan you croaked into its side, you told yourself these thoughts were a side effect from your lackluster dating life. As soon as Joost was back you were gonna find a nice, charming date to finally take your mind off of the renowned friend you kept close.

You felt your eyes flutter closed as you thought of your perfect date to distract yourself. Someone tall and passionate, artistic and attractive but not conceited. Someone who would get your sense of humor and laugh at your jokes as hard as you laugh at theirs. This person sounded too perfect, a figment of your lonely imagination, but you used the image to fill the empty space beside you as you drifted off to peaceful sleep.

𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹

a/n: Endings kinda weak but Lmk how you liked this chapter and be free to leave any criticisms, i write to get better 💪🏾 so be honest n ty <3

[spillthebea]

this is gonna be long booois

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i am certain of the opinion that as a thiam fandom we do not talk enough about the scene (1:48 minutes of pure ahhhhh) in season 6x17 where liam has gabe against the mirror, losing control, literally ready to snap and being almost happy to do it after mason and the pack have been shot at scott's house and all of sudden, in the reflection of the cracked mirror (i sense a symbolism i can't quite catch) OVER LIAM'S SHOULDER (LITERALLY A DEVIL/ANGEL SITUATION OMG IM GONNA F CRY AND SCREAM) Theo appears all sexy, long-sleeve black shirt, crossed arms and super calm like it is an everyday thing finding someone beating out another while their eyes are all yellow—... lol, okay technically for theo is but that's not the point! THE POINT IS that theo is calm, he doesn't demand liam's attention, he waits for liam to notice him (which i think is also theo's ex-villanesque, gay-ass dramatic flare) and my first response is to f laugh BECAUSE HOW THE F DID HE KNOW THAT LIAM WAS READY TO GET SOME BLOOD ON HIS HANDS? we know theo has a liam-sixth sense and i SWEAR ON MY NAME THAT THEO ALREADY UNDERSTOOD THAT HE IS BECOMING/HAS BECOME LIAM'S ANCHOR, so what happened there?

a) was he already going to the school? but why would he?

b) did he actually sense liam getting angry because he is tuning himself onto liam's pheromones and heartbeat? and drove to school to stop liam?

c) was he controlling/guarding liam to make sure he wont get taken/killed? (bc liam is also his anchor? bc theo wants to protect liam's innocence? bc theo CAAAAARES "you're kidding, right? i would do all of this to keep you from being taken!"/liam: "why do you keep trying save me?") and this goes hand to hand with option b)

GOING BACK TO THE SCENE, IT STARTS WITH LIAM SAYING to gabe: "do you think we will kill you? do you think we are all killers? maybe we should be!"

AND THEN LIAM SEES THEO'S REFLECTION ABOVE HIS SHOULDER BC THEO IS THAT KILLER! HE IS A SUPERNATURAL/SCIENCE-EXPERIMENT THAT CHECKS ALL THE BOXES TO WHAT THE HUNTERS ARE SCARED OF AND LIAM SAYING "maybe we should be" is saying that they should be like theo, a person they despised and didnt trust and punished for his actions. That killed and manipulated and was selfish -- meaning consequentially, liam becoming like theo (oh, did i find the symbolism of theo reflected to liam on a cracked, bloody mirror? did i?!)

and theo responds to all of that by making fun/daring/haunting liam's anger and thirst for blood by asking: "you're gonna really kill him?" bc that's what liam does to theo at the start, before starting trusting him: liam spits theo's fault and words in theo's face and theo does the same here but not with the intention to hurt liam (like liam does) but to make liam reflect that becoming a killer means actually KILLING, it is not a game, when you do that step you can't go back and then he twists the finger on that fact by adding: "i mean i dont care if you do" (reminding that theo doesnt care bc he is that killer that liam says he wants to be. he doesnt care if liam kills (LIAAAAR THEO SO MUCH WOULD, THAT'S THE ENTIRE POINT OF THE SCENE AND LIAM UNDERSTANDS IT BC HE LATER ASKS "why do you keep trying to save me?" PHYSICALLY BUT ALSO SAVING LIAM SOUUUUUUUL IM GONNA F THROW UP THESE GAAAY BITCHES I CANT I CANT) bc he is not scott almighty, theo's moral compass is fucked but he knows liam is just talking, liam cares about his moral compass so he continues with making appeal to liam's rationality aka his human side (i wont start another shit about how humans are everything beside rational but in this case they kinda are compared to their inner wolf -i vomited a lil in my mouth after writing inner wolf-): "but you thought this through?"

liam is angry, losing control, losing his rationality so theo knows he didnt think of the consequences of the actions liam was ready to do and so he starts that conversation for liam. he doesnt tell him to calm down bc that never f worked for anyone. he is acknowledging and accepting liam's anger and killing plans but still subtly offering a way out by asking if liam actually thought of it. he is not stepping onto liams anger bc liams anger honestly f makes sense after what he went and is going through and theo knows it! and theo pushes further this rationalising, this acknowledging and accepting and continues by asking: "any idea where you dump the body? no one saw you grab him, did they? because that could be a problem"

liam: "i dont care"

theo: "i dont care (LIAAAAAAR) either, at least let me help, im the one with the experience here. WE kill him, WE want to find the witnesses and kill them too" aka theo is literally gentle-boyfriending liam to that same conclusion that if you start killing it wont never end with only one person dead and liam doesnt want that AND THEO CAN ASSURE LIAM THAT LIAM DOESNT WANT THAT AND THEO KNOWS LIAM DOESNT WANT THAT BC THEO IS HAUNTED BY HIS KILLINGS TOO, EVERY NIGHT, THEO IS THE ONE WITH THE EXPERIENCE HERE! EXPERIENCE KILLING! AND DONT LET ME START ABOUT THEO'S 'if it's your problem, baby boi, it is not, it's OUR PROBLEM (bugs bunny communist meme insert here)

bc if liam really wants to go on that revenge path theo won't stop him, he will join liam so liam won't be alone, they are gonna be together with bloods on their hands...omg they are so f gay i f cant BUT THEO KNOWS LIAM DOESN'T ACTUALLY WANT TO GO THERE AND THAT'S WHEN HE TRIES TO GENTLE-STOP HIM WHILE LIAM IS BLIND BY ANGER AND CAN'T THINK ABOUT WHAT HE IS DOING AHHHHHHHH and knowing liam will regret it at the end (and not like theo regrets but genuinely regretting bc be never wanted it in the first place)

theo: "which means WE need shovels, some plastic bags, maybe a chainsaw" ... evil grocery list with theo raeken, how to dispose of bodies 101 loool

but it makes liam understand if you want to go there you need to have a plan not to get caught and let's be honest it is also to make fun of liam a little bit because that grocery list is ridiculous and ridicules liam's killing decision without the need for theo to say 'youre being a f idiot, get away from the pissing-in-his-pants asshole and calm the f down, see? when you dont think u look f stupid and make stupid decision like starting to f kill people!'

and liam lets gabe go. he looks at the cracked mirror, the blood and finally gets what he was readying himself to do bc of anger and losing control and he is pissed that theo calmed him down, that theo was right and liam doesn't want to go there and have blood on his hands : liam: "you made your point." and THEO IS STILL REFLECTED ON THE BLOODY CRACKED MIRROR OVER LIAM'S SHOULDER AHHHH (angel/devil pt.2 being liam's conscience ahhhhhhh)

and theo now got what he wanted aka liam calming down and understanding what he was ready to do BUT ALSO DIDN'T. HE DIDNT KILL GABE EVEN THO THEO WOULD HAVE UNDERSTOOD!

theo: "you didn't kill him" (and said so differently, gone is the making fun and soft theo is allll in)

THEO IS PRAISING LIAM FOR HAVING CALMED DOWN AND HAVING DONE THE RIGHT CHOICE ALOOOOONE BC THEO TOLD LIAM HE WOULD HAVE HELPED IF THAT'S WHAT LIAM REALLY F WANTED TO DO THEN THEO WOULD HAVE HELPED AND KILLED WITH HIIIM TO SHARE THE BLOOD TOGETHER AHHHHH; "it's progress"

and here we go, the question of the centuryyyyyyy! girls, the gays and the theeeeeeys, liam 'im confused and oblivious that theo is being flirting with me for an entire season but the world is going to shit and i have mixed feeling and zero time to have a bi-nic attack' asks: "why do you keep trying save me?" + "you think that will make scott forget everything you did? just let you into the pack? Scott's never gonna trust you!" (SCOTT NEVER BUT LIAM NEVER TALKED ABOUT HIMSELF UGGGGH IN F LOOOOVE)

and theo instead of saying the truth aka 'im in love with you bc youre pure and everything im not and you gave me a second chance when I would have understood if you hadnt bc im evil and i destroy everything i touch and i dont deserve nice things and you are the nicest thing i have ever had the honour to protect and touch and look at and admire and the world crashes onto you and spits in ur face but you are still trying to be kind and good and im want to drive with you anywhere, just look into your eyes in silence at a red light', he says "you might want to remember what Scott's goal has been all along, keep people alive!"

AND THEN GABE INTERRUPTS MY BABIES with "you should try harder" ...babe no one cares about u right now, shut uppp BUT he initiates another funny scene where theo 'i do not want Liam's hands to be dirty with blood BUT OH LOOK! MINE ALREADY ARE BITCH' + 'anything for you, beyonce (aka liam)' and dont let me start theo looks at gabe so disgusted ahahah

gabe spills the tea about the killings, liam looks at theo like 'you f hear this bitch, babe' AND THEO STEPS NEARER LIAM KINDA LIKE ALREADY WANTING TO PROTECT HIM FROM WHAT IS TO COME: "know what?" he is so pissed i love my gay baby

when gabe does not respond, theo sends a look at liam AND THEN GRABS GABE TO SMASH HIS FACE (AGAIN LOL) AGAINST THE MIRROR BC I REPEAT, HE WANTS LIAM CLEAN BUT THEO IS ALREADY F FULL OF BLOOD, WHAT IS SOME LIGHT TORTURE FOR HIM? AND LIAM DOES NOT CARE THAT THEO IS LIGHT TORTURING GABE LOL (... it's progress, eheh)

theo looks at liam, liam looks at theo (they are in love, your honour) and fin.

one minute and 48 seconds of pure queerness and so much understanding and love and i cant i cant THIS SCENE SHOULD BE MORE TALKED ABOUT, I LOVE MY POST-ZOO SCENE AND THEO'S SOFT SMILE BUT THIS ONE IS MY FAVOURITE!!!

theo really said let me maintain your hands clean and your soul pure and use mine, im gonna be your claws bc my hands were created for it, to kill and theo did but now he can do it for good and to make liam never go through that path bc theo doesnt care to be alone on there if it means that liam never will be (I LOVE MY GAY SOOOOON)

[drivestraight]

If take responsibility won't be finished, could you tell us what was going on w the abo aspect of it (Lando specifically) bc that was what I was the most curious about

here's like. a scene. that should explain it.

Oscar flew to Qatar a day after Lando.

They usually flew to all the races together, but sometimes Lando flew with Max, and Max had an earlier flight schedule.

Then as soon as Oscar landed, as soon as he got cell service, he got a phone call from Zak.

There was an emergency meeting. As Oscar was driven to the hotel, he kept asking what was wrong, who would be at the meeting, why everyone seemed so panicked, if god forbid someone died, because that’s how everyone was acting, but no one was able to give him any answers. Oscar realized probably they knew just as much as he did.

Zak sounded uncomfortable on the phone. He looked even more uncomfortable in the conference room they secured in the hotel, sitting at the head of the table, next to Andrea. The only other people at the table were Jon, Lando’s manager Mark, and the team physician. It was strange: Lando’s immediate team was here, but Lando wasn’t.

“Where’s Lando?” were the first words out of Oscar’s mouth. 

Zak’s face twitched. Andrea and Jon looked away. Mark pressed his lips together. The team physician turned her head to look at Zak.

Then Zak took a deep breath. Disgust curled on his mouth as he told Oscar how they found Lando that morning, changed.

He sat in silence for a long time. They all did. They were looking at Oscar, gauging his response.

Oscar only swallowed, took a deep breath, and said, “Okay.”

The world was breaking open.

“Is he alright?” Oscar asked, throat tight.

He had to force himself to meet Zak’s eyes.

This time, Zak didn’t respond. Jon did. His face was pale, and he answered, “He’s still going through the changes right now. He’ll miss the race.”

“Oh,” Oscar said, because he couldn’t think of anything else to say. He felt lightheaded with anger.

He didn’t have to ask how it happened. He knew how things like these supposedly went—but they were old wives’ tales. Crude things young alphas spout. Rumors they’d spread about alphas they didn’t like. Jokes they would sneer when they were too young to know better, too young to be scared, too young to realize what it’d mean. None of it was real.

It was different, hearing this, as an alpha. Oscar knew this. It made something crawl up the back of his neck—a feeling he couldn’t put a name to. It was worse than mere disgust; it was electric hot. Zak was the only other alpha in the room—Oscar could tell that he felt it too.

It’d have to take a number of times, a number of knots. It doesn’t happen easily. It doesn’t happen by accident. It doesn’t happen all at once.

He wondered how Lando had felt when his body was starting to change. If he had even noticed. If he had even cared.

He tried to focus: he looked at the stupid television screen mounted to the wall behind Zak. He could see his own silhouette.

Andrea explained, “We’re flying Pato in.”

Oscar chewed the inside of his cheek raw. He could feel his mouth coming apart. Iron on his tongue. He thought about Lando, changing. He bit the inside of his mouth harder. Oscar had to stop thinking about it. It was a few weeks to his rut. He couldn’t remember if he popped a scent blocker pill this morning. He slept on the plane. He was barely awake when he was being ushered into the car, and everyone had been in such a rush to get him to the hotel that he hadn’t thought to apply a patch.

If he kept thinking about it, he knew that Zak would smell it.

“Thanks for giving me a heads-up,” Oscar said, his voice strange to his own ears. He didn’t sound like himself and he didn’t feel like himself. He felt animal. He shifted in his seat, making to leave—to get out of there before he did something stupid, like punch the wall in front of his bosses.

And then Andrea cleared his throat.

“Oscar,” he said, voice calm, “that isn’t all.”

Oscar’s teeth clattered and ground together. He stayed in place.

He drew in a breath, then went on, “In a few days, probably Sunday night, early Monday, we have been advised that—Lando will likely have a heat.”

It was hard to hear. He liked it better when they were talking around it. Not putting any real terms to it. Lando and heat made him feel lightheaded, dizzy and out of control.

“Oh,” he said, and he didn’t know why they were telling him this. “Okay.”

But maybe that was a lie. Oscar knew—he just didn’t want to.

They didn’t have to say the words, but he knew, instinctively, what they wanted from him, what they were asking from him. He wasn’t an idiot.

He licked his mouth and played pretend. When his tongue swiped the corner of his mouth, he thought of Lando’s nervous tick, and started to feel sick all over again.

“He’ll have, like—” It felt weird in Oscar’s mouth to say, but he pushed forward, “A knotting aid, and stuff, right?”

He would push for that. Something like that, where Oscar wouldn’t have to be involved, where no one would have to be involved, was their best bet.

And then the team physician finally spoke up and said, “He can’t.”

Oscar’s mouth felt dry. His throat hurt. There it was again: the taste of blood. “What?” he asked, then added, “It’s just a heat—”

The shame only came later.

“It’s a first heat,” the doctor interrupted, looking Oscar coldly in the eyes: head-on.

“He’ll need an alpha. It’s too dangerous otherwise,” she continued, and intensely, Oscar felt this: that he hated her, that he wanted to rip her throat out. More than anything, he hated himself for thinking that. He couldn’t get himself into order. How could Lando be so stupid?

“Then get the one who did this to him,” Oscar said, jaw clenching.

“Oscar,” Zak interrupted, “we can’t—”

“Why not?” Oscar asked. His voice was rough and guttural. No one was answering him, so he swallowed and tried to calm himself down. He hated how angry he was getting. Then he asked, “Do you know who it is?” and he felt even worse.

Zak looked angry too, but it wasn’t directed at Oscar. “Yes,” he said, “we do.”

“Then get that alpha, not me—”

“It’s a conflict of interest, Oscar,” Andrea said, and the world slowed.

“What?”

Andrea exhaled.

We cannot risk the other teams finding out,” he said, and Oscar still didn’t understand.

“Then have them sign an NDA,” Oscar said. “Shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Oscar,” Andrea said, and Oscar hated the sound of his name in everyone else’s mouths, like they were trying to calm him down. “It won’t work, even if he does. It’s still a conflict.”

“Why?” Oscar asked, getting the feeling that he was missing out on something. That they were all still keeping something from him.

He realized he was asking the wrong question.

“Who is it?” Oscar asked, and a sinking feeling was starting to settle in his gut.

There were rumors of course. Nasty ones. Mostly by losers online who didn’t have anything better to do with their lives. It started growing throughout the season, intensifying. They were given a narrative and they made do with it—ran with it.

But just because they said it, didn’t mean it had to be true.

“No,” Oscar said, because he knew it wasn’t true. “It’s not—”

“It is,” Mark said. “He was calling for him in the morning.”

Oscar let out a noise that was half between a laugh and a scoff. He wanted to say something stupid like maybe he meant the other one, but Oscar knew that couldn’t have been the case.

He looked down at his lap. His head was reeling. He felt sick. Had to push the nausea away.

Had to focus.

“Okay, sure,” he said, jaw going tough. He couldn’t think about it, what they were telling him. “But I won’t do it.”

He had to draw the line here. He had to draw the line somewhere.

Zak looked at him with heat, and Oscar gathered they were having something like a standoff. Zak has never liked him so much, at least not as much as he’s always liked Lando, and Oscar, in that moment, realized why: that maybe, deep down, Zak had always seen him as a threat.

“It’s your duty,” Zak said, “as his teammate.”

Oscar shook his head. His hands were in fists under the table. He knew his face was red. “It’s not in my contract to clean up after my teammate’s messes.”

It was getting tense: Oscar could see Jon and Mark and the physician go rigid, shifting away from Oscar, from Zak.

Andrea was calm, and Oscar’s eyes drifted to him when he said, with firmness, but with a different sort of decisiveness than Zak, “You have to give him your full support.”

Oscar almost laughed. That’s what I’ve been doing all year, he didn’t say.

Instead, he asked, “What happens if I don’t?”

Andrea pursed his mouth. There was a buzzing in Oscar’s ears when Andrea said, “We would like to not have to explore other avenues.”

Oscar didn’t feel like arguing anymore. He didn’t say anything more. He only asked if he could go now, and they all gave him a careful look until Zak nodded his head, decisive. Oscar rushed to his feet and stormed out of the room.

He paused once he was out in the corridor. Leaned against the wall. Shut his eyes. Didn’t think about it.

He didn’t think about it:

Lando, twisting and writhing around in bed. Lando, gasping into the sheets. Lando, sweating. Lando, in pain. Lando, the heat of his body. Lando, the hard edges softening against his nature. Lando, where he must have been coming undone, wet and open.

He didn’t think about it:

Lando, still an alpha then, taking Max’s knot, huge and swelling inside of him, the point of no return.

[killianjonesapologist]

‼️‼️MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SEASON 8 EPISODE 13 OF CRIMINAL MINDS‼️‼️

spencer x gn!reader, where reader goes and comforts Spencer after Maeve’s death

(very short, post-zugzwang, no use of y/n, no specific romance between Reid and reader but reader definitely has a crush on him, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of Tobias Hankel, found family trope near the end, a little cringe but cringe=happy in my book)

VERY self indulgent bc I need comfort after watching it 🥲

You knock gently on Spencer’s door, hoping he might recognize the silly knocking pattern you two had made up when you both first joined the team, a way of communicating that it was truly you who was at the door. 

He knocked back to finish the pattern, but to no avail, the door never opened. 

“Look Spence, I want you to have time to heal and be alone, but this isn’t controlled isolation by any means.” You took a deep breath to collect your thoughts on the subject at hand, “I’m here to help however you’ll let me, and I know it’s incredibly difficult to ask for help, but I know you need this.” Your voice slowly breaking down to a whisper.

“I need this..”

Your ears perk up once you hear footsteps coming towards the door, followed by the echo of a chain latch being undone. 

He squints his eyes hard as he slowly lets the bright lights of the common area seep into his dark cave of a home. He looks… tired. You could tell he hasn’t shaven in a while, and you can’t blame him. At a time like this, basic hygiene isn’t always a person first priority.

“So uh, did Penelope leave all these—“ you’re cut off by a suffocating hug from him. If there was anyone he would be willing to see right now, it’s you.

You tangled your hands into his hair and whispered comforting mantras as you held him impossibly close. He begins to softly sob into your shoulder, soaking the shirt you had borrowed from him after forgetting to bring your pajamas to a case somewhere across the state.

It may not have been a mistake that you never gave it back.

“I’m not here to tell you to be ok, or to get better, I’m here to tell you that I’m glad you’re still alive and still kicking even after something so horrible as that.” You spoke softly, providing an explanation of why you felt so compelled to visit.

“Why am I cursed?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper. You shifted to look into his cold, bloodshot eyes, giving him a small hum, signaling him to continue his train of thought.

“Sure I remember all kinds of horrors just from our job in general, but I also remember every horrible detail of my own trauma. I used to close my eyes and see-“ he chokes out a sob between sentences and you hold him closer, moving your hand to rub his back, “I used to see Tobias, and now I close my eyes and just see her.” They had made eye contact for the first time mere minutes before she got shot. 

“Even when I’m awake, that’s all I can think of.” Your heart broke with every word he uttered. 

“When was the last time you slept, Spence?”

There was a moment of silence that fell over the room, before hearing him letting out more quiet sobs.

“The day before she died.” 

It had been around half a week since it had all gone down. Spencer Reid hadn’t slept in 4 days. 

“Oh, Spencer…” you coo, placing your hands to cradle his head into your neck as he continues to cry. “We’ll get through this. Me and the whole team are here. I don’t know if you saw, but Garcia left you plenty of gift baskets outside.” You try to lighten the mood, your heart glowing as you hear a little sniff of a laugh come out of Spencer. 

“Yeah, I saw. Please tell her I said thank you.” He picks his head up and tries his best to give you a soft smile.

“Of course. We all care so much about you. We’re your family.”

The BAU felt closer to a true family than either of you had experienced. Of course, Spencer had his mother and his aunt, but it was less than a broken home. Here, you had a weird Italian grandpa, a stern widowed father, a badass uncle, and three wine aunts who you all loved so much. 

The BAU was home to both of you, you were just hoping he could find it in him to come back.

[apenapaperandadoofus]

Ok guys. Part 4. We didn’t read much today bc my dad didn’t want to leave the room but eh. We made it from the Gilded Banquet to the Shengyuan festival arc, when Xie Lian has just realized his earring is missing.

Mom was once again flabbergasted by the curse words. Especially when Xie Lian cursed she clutched her invisible pearls.

Was also afraid that in the future LQQ would come and kill Juan. And I was like oh. Oh mother.

AND THEN SHE JUST SAYS: what if they both die and then just have the two ashes together :) WITH A SWEET SMILE? MOM?

(She knows the ring is the ashes I accidentally spoiled it 😭 but she also thought Xie Lian could only die bc of the ashes so I had to explain some worldbuilding real quick) but also mom why tf did you go full Shakespeare and wish for them both to die PLEASE 😭

She cheered out loud when SQ came in, let’s goooo

Feng Xin has been promoted to: Feng Shui. She at least got the first part right lmao

We had such an interesting conversation about Wu Wu. So he was just talking to XieXie about a spy in the heavens. At first she suspected Yin Yu. Then she went “Wait what if it’s WuWu”. To that, my heart stopped. I thought she had figured out he was the big baddie (not white clothed calamity but a bad guy) just two books in. I was like NOOO. But then she goes. “Juan mentioned about heavenly officials going down to Ghost City, and WuWu is away most of the time. What if he isn’t meditating: BUT PARTYING?!”

Then she began to say that Juan and WuWu were…drum roll please: SIBLINGS! Or a father and son duo. And then she said “MAYBE HE KNOWS JUAN LIKES XIEXIE AND THATS WHY HE SENT HIM DOWN- HES A MATCHMAKER”

Which is fair given we’re only two books in lmao.

Then, we were reading the whole Xie Lian finds his parents scene. My mother? No reaction, didn’t even gasp. Me? Almost sobbed, I low-key hadn’t read this part since the first time and I almost broke in front of her and I had to keep my voice steady while I read pfttt

Then. We made it to the second arc. Mother was flabbergasted.

She actually likes Mu Qing!!! Let’s go! My baby has one more protector! We haven’t gotten his full backstory yet, but she thinks they both try and protect Xie Lian, just that Mu Qing is a bit envious (which yeah it’s true, but it’s also because of his insecurities AHG MQ my love- anyway I already did a mini meta about him lmao I’m not crying here)

She does think Hua Cheng is the child that fell HOWEVER one thing I find interesting is that she thinks he was a shapeshifter back then. Like he WASNT a kid, he was someone that shapeshifted into a kid.

She also fully supports Hua Cheng even after being told he has killed gods and done heinous things (which I do too but the thing about my mom is she’s a pacifist so she doesn’t like characters that kill and such) however with Hua Cheng she went I fully support this man’s rights and wrongs LETS GOOO

Anyway that’s all probably for a while- tomorrow we won’t be able to read much since we have a family party, and idk about Sunday.

But I did ask her which animals she thought the TGCF characters would be.

Xie Lian: black cat (BC of his luck :()

Hua Cheng: she said a dragon or an eagle.

Jun Wu: lion

Qi Rong: A GOAT?! And not just any goat but the crazy goats which I almost cried laughing lmao

Part 3

[diabolus-saeculorum]

Posting this here bc I want to hear others thoughts on this. I am by no means a writer but I figured I’d try and add some angst to the tag I’ve been religiously checking every day.

So I know we generally have jazz getting ‘ghost in the shelled’ after making it back to earth- but consider, jazz dies early in the piece. Like, pre meeting prowl early. He doesn’t make it through the space bridge alive, maybe it’s bc of the space bridge tech that he gets stuck- same with vortex maybe, with freak accidents with quintesson space tech surrounding both their deaths- but consider

Jazz went into space and in a certain sense, he never really came back. Sure the mech he’s in moves thinks and speaks like him, but is it him or just an imitation of him based on recorded brainwave patterns fused with the AI and Drift syestem by freak alien tech. Sort of ship of thesues style, is it really still jazz when everything is a replica?

The line between Jazz and his mecha was always blurry for him after prolonged use, and after the upgrades to his sensory system his subconscious started to think of the mecha as his real body.

Perhaps that’s why his mind ended up in the mecha instead of dying with his body- Jazz had subconsciously been thinking of the mecha as his body and after prolonged time spent in the Drift after going through the rift, his tether to his organic body weakened and the one to the mecha strengthened.

Anyway second part of angst

—————

Jazz, has finally made it home, to his friends, to his family. Rico is right there and jazz will never be able to hug him the way they used to. Sure they can hug with Rico in his mecha but it’s not the same. He’s hugging a mecha, not his brother, but the sentiment is there. that’s gotta count, it has to cos that’s all they’ve got to work with.

The Mecha program pilots all thought jazz died in the space mission right- so imagine their surprise and joy at seeing that familiar mecha again, even if Jazz seems to have brought some uh..unusual friends along. Who cares! He’s alive! Except, he won’t leave his mecha, and seems very avoidant of invitations to celebrate his return. Instead he’s spending time with the new aliens he befriended which…stings..

Push comes to shove and jazz eventually has to do the reverse of what he did in the beginning. He had to come out as organic to the cybertronians when he first started this adventure….and now he has to come out as being entirely mech back on earth. Jazz has to find the right words to explain to his loved ones that he *died* when he hasn’t really come to terms with it himself.

Idk if that made sense I’m kind of rambling a bit

[crystalflygeo]

Last of her kind Emperor!Alpha!Zhongli + Omega!Dragoness!Reader

cw/tags: Your usual mentions of slavery and sexual themes, A/B/O dynamics and heat mentions. Also allusions to depression and mentions of death.

notes: Aahahaha this took forever..... allow me top explain: first of all my new job is killing me and second of all I'm going through a hard period where I don't really like anything I write anymore. This work in particularly I kept struggling with the pacing, the dialogues, the way I wanted feelings to come across or scenes to flow it's just hhhnnnggg. I told a couple of friends that I set the bar so high with the first part I feel like nothing else I write will be that good. Then the second part was "ok" but cut off in a cliffhanger and has been there for SO LONG that now I feel this will be underwhelming after all the buildup//hit

I hope it's not. I hope it's good.

Anyway this part is in Zhongli's pov and contains flashbacks which will be fully in italics! Enjoy! and thanks for caring so much about this story ;w; ILU all <3

<- Part 2.

Your instincts mess up with your head.

Your crying and anxiety have simmered to a cold numbness.

Hours blur together, time loses meaning.

The doctor comes by sometimes. The maids bring you food. But everything feels… off, distant.

This doesn’t feel… like your usual heats.

You curl up and sob, a choked soft noise.

You don’t feel hot, but rather cold. Limbs weak. Dizzy.

Your heart aches.

You’re so tired.

And so sleepy…

Zhongli puts down the seal stamp and deflates back into his chair with a sigh, he must have read the same line at least five times already. He cannot concentrate at all. It’s not even been three days and each hour, each minute, feels eternal.

He’s already gotten so used to your presence, so smitten with you and your little quirks, your rare smiles, the way your ears and tail flicker, your pretty eyes…

And he remembers those same eyes begging for him, teary. Your pitiful cry. Your distressed scent.

Guilt eats at him. As well as something else…

He’s been restless, barely slept. Your scent is a siren’s song on the blankets, tart and fresh and tantalizing, but you are not with him. Anxious energy flows in his veins. This emotion, this thing that is like regret and sorrow and fear all tangled together, cleaves him through. His instincts are screaming at him, rattling inside a cage of his own making. His mate, his precious Omega is in heat, you’re scared and lonely and need him. Zhongli has to suppress a growl and feel the shudder of his scales at the fact that he’s not with you. In your nest. Taking care of you.

It’s agonizing.

"How is she?"

The same question, over and over, at any chance he gets.

"She refuses to eat, your majesty." Xiao tells him, and he can feel the concern in the younger Alpha’s voice. “According to the maids she only took a few bites of the ajilenak nuts, the rest of the food was left untouched.”

…

"She's um... she's always sleeping when I go check up on her." Ganyu explains a little crestfallen. She too is worried. “A-at least I think she’s in no pain… she was clinging to one of your hanfus.”

…

"You should go see her, Zhongli." Ping states, a rare serious expression on her usual gentle factions. “Baizhu says she’s going through the worst case of separation sickness he’s ever seen. Is that really what you want your poor Yin to go through?”

He lets out a frustrated rumble.

“Of course not. But it’s for the best, I don’t want to… take advantage of her, or force her to anything.” Zhongli frowns, trying to focus on the papers in front of him again, in an attempt to ignore her piercing gaze.

“Is it really any of that if she wants her mate?” Ping retorts. “She was begging you.”

I know.

He growls this time, and shakes his head at his memory of you. It haunts him.

“She doesn’t know what she wants.”

“So, you’re deciding for her then? Is that it? Honestly, are you listening to yourse-”

“She’s been conditioned to serve.” He cuts her off, voice grave and somber. “Trained to be submissive and please. She likes me simply because I’m kind to her, she wants me because she thinks it’s her obligation as my mate. I feel the pull of the bond too, the need, the yearning. But I also know she is afraid of Alphas and she thinks… she thinks she has to obey me. That she owes me something or that own her.” His eyes narrow. “I didn’t need to bond her. I shouldn’t have bonded her. I just… wanted her to be free and instead I chained her to me. And now she’s in heat…”

And it drives him insane.

“Listen to me, we’ve both spent time with her, enough to know she’s opening up and learning to voice her feelings…” Ping reasons gently. “It’s a slow process, don’t hurt her this way. At the very least… go see her.”

“I lost control once with just one kiss from her. I will not do it again. I will not harm her any further.”

The elderly woman keeps silent for a few moments. Zhongli sighs and rests his forehead in his palm in defeat.

And then Ganyu approaches, a little tense, a stack of papers in her hands.

“Your majesty, the Qixing are starting to arrive, council meeting will begin soon.”

“Very well. Thank you Ganyu.” He stands up and nods at her, then turns to Ping and his demeanor softens a little. “You know I just want to correct my mistakes, and give her the life she deserves. At least a fraction of it, of happiness.”

It wasn’t supposed to go this way… Zhongli sighed as he walked up to the room where the “reunion” with the sumerian would take place. It was long overdue seeing as he had spent the night by your side, refusing to leave after you had cried and begged so desperately…

After he had bonded you.

He had initially taken the eremite’s claims with a grain of salt, but naturally he had to make sure. The last dragonblood had supposedly died decades ago, so how…?

And yet when he saw you for the first time in that room, he knew.

You were real, you were beautiful. Suddenly he felt a million things at once: He wanted to get to know you, stay close to you, protect you. Old draconic instinct vibrating excitedly on his soul. You smelled vaguely familiar, your tail was gorgeous, your ears adorable. What if you didn’t like him though? What if he harmed you? Scared you? Suddenly he was nervous, nervous of ruining this, nervous in a way he hadn’t been in so long, like when he’d been young and Liyue had been at war and he had lost everything to fire and smoke and dust and he had to make difficult decisions and-

He had always calculated his moves. No room for risks. Too much at stake.

But you, you disarmed him. Completely.

You, with your polite gentleness despite the obvious cracks beneath the surface.

You, with your beautiful looks and enormous potential, even if you didn’t see it yourself.

You, with that look of yearning and hope, with your soft lips and sweet moans, with your warm body fitting perfectly against his.

For once, he allowed himself to make a decision with his heart, not logic, not politics. Just instincts.

And he claimed you…

…

He enters the room. A couple Millelith soldiers stationed by the door, Xiao standing by his side loyally as he sits at his place of honor as the emperor. Your ‘master’, an Alpha eremite named Zaheer, kneels respectfully a little below.

“I see you liked her, your majesty” He offers a sly smirk. “Did she satisfy you properly? She’s been trained on her gag reflexes to-”

Zhongli -Morax- resists the urge to growl. “We are not here to discuss that.”

“Ah, of course, business!”

Business.

“Since she’s such an exotic and well-trained slave I suppose we could agree on…”

“Do you think of me an idiot, Zaheer?” Morax’s eyes narrow.

“P-Pardon me?”

“She is a pureblood xiānshòu. I want to know exactly how she ended up being enslaved by you and your people.”

Cold and calculating golden eyes stare down at the eremite.

“W-What… she’s desert-born!” Zaheer retorts back angrily “She was born at a heat house. Maybe she has traits from your people because one of them decided to get a cheap fuck while traveling.”

“You expect me to believe that?” Morax asks unfazed “Liyue has records of the last of her kind disappearing and presumably being murdered when a village near Sumeru borders was razed to the ground. Do you have a disclosure?”

Zaheer stands up and growls, clearly an Alpha not used to having to bow his head and accept things not going his way.

Clearly an Alpha used to intimidating and attacking others.

Xiao wields his spear and changes his stance to an offensive one. The Millelith guards also tense.

Zaheer gets even more irritated, feeling like a caged animal. Backed into a corner. “Emperor or not” He starts through gritted teeth. “If you’re not going to pay me then I’ll take my merchandise back and do business elsewhere where I’m not being accused of ridiculous claims.”

“You’re right that I won’t be doing any business with you, but we’ll see how ridiculous those claims truly are. Zaheer, by my word as the emperor you will now remain detained in Liyue.” Morax sentences.

The eremite’s red eyes widen in shock and rage and the desert-dweller shoots up to attack Morax, getting easily overpowered and neutralized by Xiao’s quick moves. In seconds his weapon drops to the floor as the Yaksha general points his spear at the unconscious man. The Millelith quickly retrieve him and the blade before Morax simply nods at them.

Months. It had been months since then and he had to begrudgingly release the man as no accusation connected him to anything. They were essentially out of leads. There did appear to be documentation of your birth at a desert village but Zhongli would be hard pressed to believe the half-assed story you’ve been told…

And since you are pureblood, then both of your parents, and most importantly your dam, was also a dragonblood. That’s at the very least one Liyue citizen enslaved in a foreign nation.

He would get to the bottom of this.

For now, however, he had to cast those worries aside.

The Seven members of the council sit around the large table, the Liyue Qixing, leaders of all the commerce and trade sectors of the nation.

Zhongli takes his place at the head of the table. Ganyu does so as well by the sideline.

“Very well, what’s our first topic today?”

“Did Master just… leave?”

There was silence at the table, Zhongli and Ping sit frozen and you get just a bit nervous.

It’d been a few days since you started your new life, and though Zhongli was sure you were warming up to it he knew you still had a long way to go. It was probably still a little surreal for you… such a big change from everything you knew.

The tension on his shoulders quickly drops again. He continues eating. “Yes.” He says simply. Ping follows his lead, saying nothing.

The faster you forget about that eremite, the better.

“Hm…” You continue eating as well. Your expression is a little conflicted…

You inhale.

“Was he… happy… that I finally found a mate?”

Zhongli turns to you sharply and tenses again like a cat bristling. He holds back his tongue so as to not say something he’d regret. Why do you still care about that despicable man’s opinion? Why do you still seek his approval? Did you really think he cared about you? Zhongli desperately wants to make you understand how that slave-owner only saw you as an object, how he fed you lies, how his mistreatment is inexcusable…

But he can only imagine how deep your scars run, and how that toxic mindset has settled and accompanied you for years. He cannot judge you for caring about someone who doesn’t deserve it.

“Why do you ask, dear?” Ping asks instead.

“I don’t know…” You mumble, poking at the congee with your spoon. “I always wanted to make him proud.”

Proud.

Him?

“I think what matters most is how you feel.” Zhongli says, his hand reaching out for yours invitingly and you place your fingers on his palm, getting a soft reassuring squeeze. “You don’t need to rely on how others view you or think about you.”

You seem thoughtful for a second, your ears flickering back insecure but then standing up alert again. “I am happy” You admit. “Very happy. I have the best mate in the world.” You smile brightly.

Zhongli’s heart does a flip.

“With the excessive rains in the northern villages, there have been many floods and a lot of crops have been severely damaged or lost. Our previous contingency plan is in action already and donations are being sent to help the affected families. However, we must prepare for a decline in the harvest of certain grains and vegetables this season, as well as an increase in prices for a few months due to the shift in demand and supply.” Keqing explains expertly, the young alpha’s expression is serious and solemn.

“It’s an opportunity to strengthen commerce with Mondstadt and Sumeru.” Ningguang chimes in, leaning back on her chair, arms crossed. “The value of jade and other crystals is on the rise as well.”

“Not to mention, we’ll be employing several architects from the Akademiya to help with the rebuilding.” Keqing adds, turning to Ganyu, who nods.

“Greater lord Rukkhadevata and lesser Lord Kusanali have agreed on a certain exchange program with Liyue. I started drafting up some proposals already if you’d like to see.” The blue-haired secretary passes along some documents.

Ningguang’s eyes skim along the page. “It’s almost like our new Sumeru-born empress was a sign.” She smirks. “By the way, where is she?” She turns to Zhongli, curious about her fellow Omega.

“She’s rather indisposed at the moment.” The emperor replies dryly, not wanting to delve much onto the touchy subject. “Ganyu this looks good, however we need to think about-”

There is a knock that quickly surprises everyone. Who could interrupt a council meeting and why?

Baizhu peeks in with Changsheng curled around his neck, a frown on his usually gentle features. “Your majesty, a word. It’s an emergency.”

All the members at the table stare silently as Zhongli stands and follows the doctor.

Ganyu has a bad feeling…

“We have no time, follow me.” The green-haired doctor walks briskly along the wooden corridors, he looks… frustrated, dejected.

“What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t want to panic. He never panics. But something inside him does. It’s obvious that this has to do with you. 

“I apologize, your majesty. I thought it was just a case of separation sickness but… the empress is showing signs of widow’s wasting.”

Zhongli stops.

His heart skips a beat. His skin prickles with dread.

“She’s… dying?”

Baizhu shakes his head. “It hasn’t reached that point yet, but… she’s deteriorating.”

The guilt is back. The fear.

“Given what happened, I’m pretty certain the shock of your rejection was the trigger. Still, it is highly unusual for a Yin to suffer from widow’s wasting without their partner actually dying, even more so for it to settle so quickly. Her reaction is akin to someone who had never left their mate’s side for years.” Baizhu explains.

You trusted him.

And he turned his back on you.

What have I done?

“In any casssse, it’ssss not too late.” Changsheng’s little voice pipes in. Baizhu keeps leading the way and Zhongli follows, though he obviously knows the entire palace like the palm of his hand, at the moment his thoughts are scattered and far far away.

“She needs her mate’s reassurance. I have done what I can with medicine but this is a bonded pair matter.” Finally, he stops at a juncture and turns to Zhongli. “Please, your majesty, only you can save her. I will tell Ganyu, Xiao and Ping of the situation, and if you need anything, just ask.”

Zhongli nods, mute.

The snake narrows her eyes. “Don’t leave her sssside.”

“Changsheng.” Baizhu shushes.

She is right to chastise him. He deserves that and more.

“I won’t.” Zhongli nods and heads down the hall.

Widow’s wasting.

The words echo in his head. He’s seen the damage it can do. How a broken bond, the loss of the most important person, can destroy someone inside. Did you really care that much about him? Did he really hurt you that badly?

“Please…”

He didn’t mean to.

“I have the best mate in the world.”

He feels like a monster.

“I want to stay with you. Sleep together. Like mates.”

He needs to see you. He needs to make sure you’re ok…

He stands in front of the nest room. The same one where he first met you.

Opening the doors only slightly to slip inside, Zhongli's eyes widen and a hand flies to cover his nose and mouth when a strong smell shakes him to his very core.

The room he expected to be completely saturated with intense heat pheromones… instead bears the acrid scent of despair.

This isn’t the lustful call to breed and have children that made an omega vulnerable and pliant. No. It is a desperate cry from a heartbroken omega for their mate to come back, to stay with them, to love and protect them. It is grief.

You are suffering because of him.

To think all this time… he was afraid he'd make you uncomfortable. That he’d scare you, hurt you, ruin the bond you’ve carefully built. Instead, he is overcome by an all-consuming terror. Every part of him screaming at his mate's weak essence.

And there you are, his precious treasure, his sweet dragoness.

You lay curling in on yourself letting out small muffled sobs.

“Y/n…” 

No reaction.

“Darling, my dear dragoness…” He rushes up to you immediately, grabs your hand and pets your hair. You look so weak, your skin is feverish, how has it only been three days? It feels like a lifetime…

You shift a little and your eyes blink open, staring at him dazed, red and puffy and your expression defeated. You let out a pitiful whine and more of that bitter sad scent is released. 

“No my dear, don’t cry, I’m here. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Zhongli coos as he curls up to you, frantically starting to scent and nip at your neck and shoulders affectionately. His horns manifest and his tail follows through, lashing about a little restless. The bond… feels wrong, broken. He should be able to intimately feel you this close and yet…

He tries to reposition you a little so you can lie on top of him, rest on his chest. It’s concerning how easily he can do so, you’re like a ragdoll in his arms, unresponsive and unmoving. His hands cup your face, thumbs rubbing at the traces of tears in your cheeks. You let out a frustrated whimper. “Shhhh shh it’s okay. I’m so sorry.”

Even if he says it a million times, it won’t feel enough.

Zhongli nuzzles at your neck and proceeds to do something he hasn’t done since he was practically a teen. He purrs. It’s a little rusty, comes off more as a grumbling but it seems to work as he feels you relax just slightly in his arms.

“I’m right here” Zhongli’s deep voice assures you, tugging you closer, mouthing at the soft skin along your collarbone. “I’m not going anywhere and I’m all yours, I promise, I promise. I won’t leave you alone, not ever.” He soothes.

He lowers a bit of your clothes at the shoulder and grazes his fangs along your faded mark, you tense and let out a long shaky breath.

“Everything will be ok.” He kisses the spot. “I’m sorry.”

And then he sinks his fangs in to reestablish the claim.

You cry out in pain and squirm, clawing at his clothes, but he holds you, his hand rubbing circles at your back, his tail intertwining with yours.

...

.....

...

At first nothing changes, but after a few moments… a low strained purr bubbles up from within you again.

[cosmocove]

all you ever need is to be nice and friendly

[raiiny-bay]

the kids released a new album

[lanternlightss]

okay .. take two !!!

+ bonus doodles

[all-our-turf]

🎀+ all of the warriors for the hc prompts?

[ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ?

cochise: i think quality time, she just likes being present with the people she cares about, regardless of what they're doing. she's versatile yknow.

cowgirl: physical touch. she's constantly linking arms with someone when walking or grabbing onto someone when she's excited and leaning on the others on the couch or fidgeting mindlessly with someone's fingers or hair. i feel like cowgirl is very physical even in small gestures.

fox: i have zero evidence for this but i want to say gift giving. like i think fox constantly finds random trinkets and such that she loves giving to the others. she’s scarily good at stealing from stores or talking a stranger into getting her something or convincing a cashier to lower a price (all of which partly inspired her name) and so she’s constantly collecting things to give to the others. and they’re always for specific reasons or reminded her of a specific person.

cleon: i'm thinking words of affirmation but like. in subtle ways. she always makes sure her warriors know that they've done good. she knows she asks a lot from them and its important to her that they know how valuable they all are to the gang.

ajax: acts of service for sureeee. ajax is most comfortable expressing herself through action and will go to unimaginable lengths for the people she loves.

rembrandt: i'm also thinking quality time for her. rembrandt just loves existing in the same space as the people she cares about - she likes to watch them and hear their voices and idly sketch while her favorite people are around her.

swan: also acts of service. she's similar to ajax in the way she protects and cares for the people she loves.

mercy: definitely physical touch, we've all seen the photoshoot content right?

send a character + hc prompt from this list

[svtskneecaps]

i should be sleeping but i do want to reiterate how much i love that our collective fan community and also the streamers are constantly like, so new members when? new language when? a teaser drops and we're all like germans???? german time????? asiatic language time??????? new faces??? new friends?? new communities????

i've said this before but it just constantly makes me feel all warm n fuzzy to see it. i'm really happy we're all so excited and united in this.

[moregraceful]

many things i have been keeping under wraps at work, such as pronouns, but also, very critically, age. bc i got that ageless mixed race asian swag where i am very clearly not an undergrad but also??? they just don't know. and it WHIPS and it is so funny to ME because all the managers and shift supervisors are like damn this girl in her mid-twenties is so easy to talk to, it's like talking to a peer. surprise bitch i'm older than you. and maybe this means i'm performing psychological experiments on cis men, but i am ngl if i hand you a two page resume that you don't read, it is simply none of MY business if you think i am in my mid-20s. they are going to be so mad when they find out lmao

[lotrmusical]

Namer of nameless hills and tall mountains green A crown of stars upon his head like gems was seen High peak to deepest vale and all inbetween Undimmed by cloud or shade of night, a splendour fair and keen Light and song, vanquishing the dark and gloom Harp and trumpet, burnish gold the air Precious realm, O Moria, O Khazad-dûm O my people, would that I had found you there!

happy anniversary, watermill lotr! you know how we're always saying that lament for moria deserves to be a full-length song? i have made extra bits to turn it into one!

borrowed from gimli's song of durin in the books to put together an extra verse and pre-chorus, and set them to music. (this audio is an auditory reference for the new bits, stuck together in musescore with the vocal line represented by cello because i am not a singer)

pdf scores (one with multi-instrumental accompaniment and one with guitar reduction) + lyrics are on google drive here!

[deus-ex-mona]

ok yk what. now that i’ve had some time to process nghy canon, considering the current pacing of gen retcon, i think their next step is as ✨clear as day✨

i really like seeing them happy together, but i truly do think that they should divorce and either live the rest of their lives as single besties; partners in hero/heroine-isms, but better off as just friends, or go their separate ways for a bit and get back together when they’re a little older and wiser, staying together for good this time around, as each other’s first and last boyfriend/girlfriend