#i only just remade him today

[awakenedsylvari]

a belated Asura Appreciation Week post!

this is Arcanolinguist Lhille. he started his studies in elemental magic, studying how it related to interconnectedness within the Eternal Alchemy, but got side-tracked into a paper on how different cultures' languages affect the way they perceive their magic

since then, he has broadened his research into all kinds of linguistic phenomena, from the curious way that skritt speech grows in complexity alongside their intelligence, to how sylvari dialect relates to the Krytan spoken in Ventari's time

after all, how do you understand the Eternal Alchemy without the right language to describe it?

[coockie8]

Finn's use of the term "babette" in Siren's Song is honestly proof to me that he's supposed to be bi 'cause it implies "babe" is what he'd call a guy lol

[arolesbianism]

Sier? I haven’t even met her! Laugh.

[ataraxiaspainting]

The Floor is Breathing.

Yan Overhaul x F Reader. 

Synopsis: You feel like both the witness and the victim in an uncommitted crime.

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, manipulation, stalking/non-consensual recording, mentions of binge eating, and some infantilization.

Word Count: 1k.

*~*~*~*

You can swear that these white walls blink.

Something, somewhere here, has eyes that look you up and down – you feel its breath on the back of your neck when you fall asleep facing a wall, the only decorated wall you have ever seen in this facility, actually. 

You’re not crazy. You have to remind yourself day in and day out of that fact, but you’re not crazy; you know another living being is in here with you, watching attentively.

Overhaul – no, “Kai” is what he forces you to call him now, says that there are no cameras in your room, but your gut screams otherwise.

You asked if he was sure, once, two days or four days, or six days ago – it should still be recent as you did not feel as isolated as you do now – and he responded by saying if he really wanted to keep a closer eye on you, he would just become your new roommate.

You’re unsure as to if that was a threat. He seemed happy when those words came out of his masked mouth, so perhaps it was just some unfunny gest. He made those sometimes, especially when he tries to coax you into taking vitamins every mealtime. Those jokes were as dull as the light brown and white pills piled up in a little cup meant for dipping sauces. Perhaps it was repurposed or Kai had ordered some from somewhere or he has some restaurant under his control somewhere.

Somewhere so dirty and filled with sugar and oils and artificial coloring. You’d die for just a sniff of pizza being served at an all-you-can-eat buffet or deep-fried cakes being served at a pop-up carnival. If health inspectors didn’t approve of such spots, or at the very most give them a C rating, then Kai wouldn’t go within two blocks of them. Much less let you. You’d stuff yourself to the brim like it is your last meal and compared to the boiled chicken and rice and broccoli you were given daily, chips and cookies may as well be.

A call of your name makes reality come back faster than a slap to the face – and hurts just as much.

“I asked you something, sweetheart. What do you want to do today?” Kai asks.

He didn’t seem angry or irritated as he repeated himself. His voice was still soft and the way he taps his foot against the pastel pink heart carpet reflects that. Times like these almost make you wish you were deaf. The words feel rehearsed but also feel as though they are straight from the heart like the actor was passionate enough in reciting their lines or was grossly in love with the story of the show. 

“I don’t know,” Unlike Kai, you forget your script quite often – aside from that one saying.

“You don’t know?” He’s still smiling. You know it.

“No.” You murmur. He puts an elbow on the small white table, stabilizing his head with his gloved hand. “I don’t.”

“I have some ideas,” The feeling of dread makes your stomach drop. Or was it your heart? Lungs, perhaps? You don’t know how to breathe right now, after all.

“I… don’t know, Kai.”

“You said that already.”

For your sanity, you choose to look at your freshly remade bed instead of his eyes. The rabbit plush you were given on your third or so day here lays alone on top of your singular pillow. The bars surrounding the sides reminded you of a crib. You’re only allowed to put your legs over the railing when Kai comes to your room in the morning and you’re not allowed to get out by yourself; he grabs your hand to assist you.

“Do you want to know what my ideas are?”

You’re not allowed to say no to anything Kai suggests. It’s an unspoken rule, unlike the ones for your room. “Um… okay…”

“Well,” Kai begins, his other arm being laid out on the table. His palm is facing upwards and you know what that means.

Your hand moves towards his – you try your best not to flinch this time in response to his slight grip, but you fail.

Kai chooses not to notice it for now. Just a small treat for this morning’s hug.

“I was thinking we could go to my office. Just for a change of scenery.” His thumb moves back and forth across your knuckles. “We could bring your colored pencils or your book if you’d like. It’s still noon, so we have some time before your daily check-in.”

“Okay…”

*~*~*~*

You had opted for your book in the end, although you regret your choice now because two of the four walls in Kai’s office have windows, and just outside of them were uncrowded streets that lead up to small hills on either side. The hue of the grass was off – a dull brown – but considering it was about time for autumn to roll around, you didn’t judge. Not that you could, anyway.

Could you ask to go back and get your colored pencils? You attempt to dismiss the thought by imagining future possibilities. Kai seems to be working on his computer right now though, and the guards outside wouldn’t let you leave by yourself anyway.

To hell with it, you think. It’s fine. He won’t get mad. 

At least… you hope so.

You walk over slowly until you are nearly touching his left shoulder. “Can I please get my colored-”

It’s you, from different angles and at different times of day – even some videos of you before you were kidnapped. They are of you sleeping, of you eating, of you looking under your bed. They are of you putting on socks, of you microwaving dinner after a long workday, of you talking on the phone with friends for hours. They are long and short – you can see some of them even repeat. Oh fuck. Is there a camera in this room too, or-

Before you can continue analyzing, Kai slams his laptop shut.

“Go back to reading, sweetheart.” It’s an order – you know it from the way he does not blink and the way his arms cross. He didn’t want you to see his screen; that fact is as clear as a cloudless sky. “You can color another day, okay?”

[penvisions]

coffee and candor {one shot}

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader

Summary: Frankie picks you up for date number three and he's got it all planned out. Unfortunately, you're a little out of your depth with what he has in mind...

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: insecurities, frankie being excited and adorable gets it's own warning, competence kink, kissing, matching clothing, this is so fluffy and soft, um i think that's it tbh

A/N: while i'm still taking a short break from regular fic updates, this was a commission by the lovely @whocaresstillthelouvre. the prompt was 'nervous frankie x not outdoorsy! reader go on a hike early in their relationship'. i rather like how this turned out! i am still taking commissions even if i'm not working on wips at the moment. anything helps, please check out this post and this post to know more about what's goin' on in my lil corner. no pressure all all lovelies, i know things are tough for everyone! love y'll and hope the day is good to you ♡♡

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Body tingling with anticipation, you wait on for the rumble of a truck engine to round the corner. You were nervous, this is only your third date with the man you had met by chance at a coffee shop. A mix up of to go cups and you found yourself placating a very tired and embarrassed Frankie Morales.

He had picked up your drink by mistake. But if you were honest, it was totally okay that you had to wait an extra few moments to get it remade before you blipped off to work, because it gave you the chance to chat with him and scrawl your phone number onto the cup that was supposed to be yours. His kind smile motivating you to be a little bolder than you normally would.

The truck does indeed rumble around the corner and within minutes you’re sat in the passenger seat with the radio playing low and cruising down the highway.

“So what did you plan for us today? The truck looks suspiciously empty.” You eyed the cooler sitting in the extended cab, lid propped open and empty. Then the simplistic backpack beside it, it was always in the foot space between the two front seats. Frankie had admitted to you that it helped to ground him to know he had essentials within reach at all times, just in case. You hadn’t pushed for more of an explanation, knowing he had faced more than a few situations he felt less than prepared for.

But the rite in the rain notebook with the matching pen he had in his pocket along with his wallet at all times told you he was good at preparing for anything within reason. The situations he faced out of his control had not been shared with you quite yet but you would be content if they weren’t, only wanting for him to tell you if he was comfortable enough to do so.

With pink tinged ears he turns to you with a lopsided smile.

“The pack has everything we need, don’t you worry your pretty little head.”

“Not worried, just curious.” Your tongue peeks out from between your teeth and you see the way his adam’s apple bobs in response. His eyes snap back to the road and you feel a giddy sense of satisfaction at having flustered him a bit. He’d been the perfect gentlemen, his large hands only skimming around your body to lead you through doors, a tentative palm on your thigh as you sit beside him. No kissing, at least not yet. You were hoping today would be the day.

“I figured we would get out of the city a bit, go on a hike. It’s a really short one, only a few miles. Not too bad of an elevation gain, cleared out of poison oak, leads to a view I really think you’ll like. It’s an easy looped hike, so I figured we’d have a bite to eat at the midpoint. I packed up some snacks too, plenty of water. Even got some bugs spray and sunscreen.”

He rambled on, excitement obvious as he detailed the plan for the day, his face lighting up in the most endearing way. He was totally in his element and you….you were not. When you didn’t quip back immediately, he loosened a curled fist from around the steering wheel and reached for your thigh.

“That okay?” He jostled you slightly, worry seeping into his voice.

“Oh, um, y-yes.” You tried to muster up a smile, but it paled in comparison to the one he had only moments ago.

“I knew I should’ve run the idea by you. You don’t seem as excited now,” His bottom lip was taken between his teeth, worrying the skin of it as he regarded your profile. The slight furrow to your brow, the way your hands were wound around the flaps of your open overshirt. You had picked out a tank top and shorts outfit, tossing on casual button up over it, not sure what he had planned initially.

The first date had been coffee: to make up for him stealing yours. He had been nervous, his energy spiking and waning as he admitted he didn’t do this often. Date. Get random phone numbers. Have a lot of free time. He was a dad, to a bouncy and energetic seven-year-old. Nothing to worry about on the baby momma front, she wasn’t a part of the picture. A story you didn’t push on either, just making it as comfortable as possible between you two for him to want to tell you.

The second date had been dinner, with him in an ironed outfit and you in a slinky dress. It had been so much fun, the excitement obvious as you both hoped for another chance to see each other.

And now, the third: a hike.

You did not hike. You didn’t do anything considered outdoorsy if you were being completely honest. You were a lazy, take the day off to look through thrift shops kind of person. A curl up on the couch with a cup of steaming coffee or a cocktail and a book kind of person.

“Hey,” He breathed, soft brown eyes watching the way you had closed up. “It’s okay. We don’t have to, I promise I won’t be mad.”

“You’re so excited, though.” You move a hand to tangle your fingers with is, hand still on your thigh. Your stomach flutters, his skin is calloused and warm.

“I get excited about spending time with you, hermosa. It doesn’t matter what we do.”

“I want to do the hike.” You insist, wanting him to go back to the enthusiastic way he had talked about his plans.

“Please don’t feel like you have-“

“I don’t feel like I have to, Frankie, I want to. Because you want to. Simple.” You squeeze his hand in yours, placating him along with a soft smile.

“Simple.” With a lopsided grin and a press of his lips to your knuckles, the tension eases.

Gravel crunched underneath the tired of the truck as Frankie maneuvers off the secluded highway. Tall trees and various shades of green surround you. You both sat and listened to the clinking of the engine cooling down, taking a moment to breathe in the pine and cedar.

“I, uh, got you something.” He huffed a little as he reached for the back and hauled it into his lap.

“You didn’t have to- oh my gosh!” It was a hat, a baseball cap just like the one atop his head. Dark navy blue, emblazoned with a ‘standard heating oil’ patch. Your stomach fluttered at the implication.

“To help keep the sun off your head and outta your eyes.” He plopped it atop your head, the stiff thing just barely resting over your hair. “We’ll have a lot of tree coverage, but better safe than sorry.”

“We’re matching.” You can’t help the teasing smile that took over your lips, heat blooming in your cheeks as you realized you would look like an official couple to any onlookers. Something you had thought about more and more as Frankie filled your thoughts and messages.

“Yeah, would you look at that.” A dimple in his right cheek had you reaching out to caress it, silently thanking him for his thoughtfulness. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted one like mine, but I’m really glad you like it.”

“I do like it! I like matching with you, Frankie.”

His smile was dazzling as he looked back at you over his shoulder. You perked up a little, not wanting him to see the way it was hard to catch your breath or the falter to your steps as your legs began to ache from the incline. The slight brush of the long grass and reaching limbs full of leaves tickled but you tried your best to ignore it, opting to focus on the broad set of shoulders carrying a backpack.

Another bout of time passed, allowing for sweat to dampen your brow and the small of your back. You had removed your overshirt, tying the long sleeves around your waist. The stray pieces of your hair that had escaped from your hat floated around your face as you puffed out a deep breath.

Frankie seemed to pick up the moderate pace he had been keeping, his boots thudding the ground as he turned to pivot from the path as it began to curve.

“Uh, the trail goes that way.” You pointed over your shoulder, having followed the man’s lead regardless.

“I know, got a map in the pack if it makes you feel better.” He tossed you a reassuring smile, over his own shoulder. His eyes alight underneath his cap.

You were about to respond when he took another step and suddenly the trees fell away from around you, leaving you stood on an overlook. Valley open and wide in front of you, the view took your already short breath away. Frankie looked from the view to gauge your reaction. And he broke out into a wide smile as he saw how much you were taken off guard by the beautiful view.

Removing is pack, he set it down and reached to turn you toward him.

“This last month or so has been so amazing. Getting to know you has been some of the best parts of my life, hermosa. I was worried dating again after so long and not even looking for it would’ve been another lesson learned but everything with you is just so….”

“Simple.” You allowed him to caress his hands over the small of your back, your own reaching for his shoulders. The bills of your matching hats bumped, easy laughter bubbling up from you both.

“Simple.” He agreed, tongue swiping out to wet his plush lips. His eyes flicked down to yours briefly and your heart fluttered as warmth blossomed in your chest. Pressing more into his space, your chest bumped his, giving him the nudge he needed to close the gap even more.

Out on that ridge where you never would’ve trekked to on your own, you shared your first of many kisses with the man who had taken you completely by surprise. His lips soft and pliant against yours, his warmth seeping into you much like the sun on your skin underneath the open sky. You were the one to lick into the seam of his mouth, something he readily allowed you to do. The slid of his tongue on yours like heaven.

Breaking away, Frankie peppered kisses over your face. Lips tasting the salt from your sweat but he didn’t seem to mind one bit. Turning side by side, he kept his hand around your waist and you mimicked him.

Maybe hiking wasn’t so bad.

dividers by the lovely @/cafekitsune

taglist: @tuquoquebrute @sawymredfox @jessthebaker @littlemisspascal

[hunterwritesstuff]

Adam x fem sinner reader, Adam(angel) being insecure about his tummy and face, so reader basically just with body worship! (Suggestive!)

Sure!! :D Hope you enjoy! :D

"Why do you call me perfect?"

Adam groaned, gently pinching at his tummy. God, today was NOT being nice to him. First, his robe had to be put into the laundry, so he couldn't exactly cover up like usual, THEN his mask had to be fixed/remade, so his face was all out in the open, today just fucking sucked.

He straight up took down all the mirrors in his room at this point. He hated how he looked, and he knew if he went out, he'd have to put on the typical confident persona he always put on.

Hell, he didn't even want to fucking leave his room until he could cover up again! He sighed frustratedly, just resolving to get back into bed until he could wear his robe and mask again.

He didn't know how long he stayed there, hidden under his blanket for, he just knew he heard someone come in. "Adam?" He heard his partner call softly.

He grimaced. You were gonna see him at his most insecure, at his lowest, at his WORST.

He squeezed his eyes shut as the blankets got pulled off, ready for any insults or wayward comments to come his way about his appearance.

...

...

...

...

...but they never came. The only thing that came his way was a soft hand running through his hair. He slowly opened his eyes, looking up at you, tears starting to well up in them. "...you can go ahead, y'know...everyone else has already done it multiple times...you don't have to be different." Adam sighed.

"What do you mean, love?" You asked, tilting your head in confusion.

"Just LOOK at me!! I'm not conventionally attractive, I'm fat, I've let myself go, my face isn't attractive-" He started, pausing as you hushed him.

"Adam, you're perfect to me. Besides, even if you weren't-which you AREN'T-you were the first human. If you have any imperfections-which you DON'T-it's because God didn't really have humanity figured out fully." You reassured.

Adam frowned. "I'm SUPPOSED to be perfect. But I'm not."

"But you're perfect to me. Isn't that enough?" You asked. "I love you for all of you. No matter what."

"Nobody could. Two people already threw me away-People just want me for my dick! Not me as a person! Just my dick!" Adam ranted. "Nobody likes how I look!! I'm a mess, I've let myself go, and you should try to find somebody better for you!"

You furrowed your eyebrows in worry. How bad had this man seen himself? You looked down at your pocket, pulling your phone out, searching something up.

"Adam?" You asked.

"Just go find someone else." Adam frowned.

You shoved your phone into his face, showing him a photo of a baby seal. "What does this seal look like?" You asked.

"....it looks fat. Why?" Adam chuffed.

"How do you feel about it?" You asked.

"...it's cute." Adam sighed.

"That? I see you as that baby seal." You said softly. "Yes, you may be bigger, but you're still cute to me. I love you for YOU. Your face, your tum, your wings, all of it. All of you is perfect to me."

You turned to Adam, finding he was tearing up, clearly on the verge of breaking down into tears. "You think I'm like a baby seal...?"

"Mhm! And just like a baby seal, I wanna pick you up and snuggle you and love you and cuddle you until you realize just how lovable you are!"

Adam sighed, melting into your embrace. He felt happy. "I will say, the dick is a plus." You joked.

"Well, you've earned it, babe~" Adam grinned.

[v0rewhxre]

Punished Part 2

The very highly anticipated part 2 to my punished blurb I wrote randomly last week! Thank you all so much for the support and love! I was not expecting this story to take off!

Also the first two paragraphs are from part 1 if they seem familiar!

18+ MDNI

CW: [f masturbation, m masturbation, slight throat grasping, p in v unprotected sex, restraint play, blindfolds, sensory play, oral f receiving, edging, pull out method, slightly dom Noah, slightly dom reader, slightly mean Noah, mentions of sex toys, mentions of squirting]

He waited a moment before moving his gaze to me. The expression on his face was cocky, there was no remorse in those eyes from the incident he just pulled. He simply grabbed a t-shirt and wiped himself off, getting up to go about his day.

Before he stepped outside the bedroom door, he turned and said, "If you touch yourself, I will do that again later. If you use your vibrator I will do that every day for the rest of the week, then you'll miss me," He said before walking away leaving me in practically a puddle of my own mess and tears.

*Later that day*

The soft hum of my vibrator was the only sound in our large airy bedroom. There was a slick sweat that coated my entire body. My hips were moving in rhythm, coming off the bed so I could get the most pressure on my clit. Noah had left the house for the afternoon to work on some fancy drum engineering stuff with Matt and Folio. This provided the perfect opportunity to finally get the release I needed.

The entire day sucked. Noah was extremely arrogant and moody all day. I knew this could only mean he was having a hard time with a new song. Although he had done a lot of work in therapy, these mood swings still came out. I didn't mind the mood swings occasionally, usually they led to really hot sex with Noah. Not today I guess...

The pleasure building throughout my pelvis started to become more intense at the thoughts of Noah throwing me around bed. I focused on this one particular time where Noah fucked me so hard I squirted all over him, making a huge mess. We ended up laughing about it for weeks afterwards. To this day I swear I actually peed, but he reassured me that was not the case.

Finally, my orgasm was right on the cusp. I continued the same swirl pattern on my clit allowing myself to go over the edge. I moaned so loudly; all the tension from earlier pouring out of me in waves of ecstasy. Fuck Noah and his stupid fucking rule, if I want to cum I will.

After my orgasm finished I set my vibrator back in the nightstand drawer, remade the bed, and took a quick shower. There would be no evidence for Noah to find.

When Noah came home, he was still a little off but seemed a lot happier. They must have cooked up something real good in the studio. I had no doubt Matt and Folio wrote some insane drum parts for the next album.

"What did you get up to today?" Noah asked quizzically, raising one eyebrow. It took all my energy to keep my cheeks from heating when he asked. I felt bad about lying but I could not deal with watching Noah get off once again without me.

"I just spent the day watching shows, and I did a bit of cleaning," I said casually. It wasn't a lie at all, I had cleaned the house and watched a few episodes of Attack On Titan.

"Interesting," Noah said slowly.

"Interesting indeed," I mimicked his tone.

With that Noah got off the couch and proceeded down the hallway towards our bedroom. I raced to follow his long strides, almost running into him as he stopped at my nightstand right inside the door.

"Are you sure you just cleaned and watched shows?" Noah asked as he opened the drawer to inspect the many toys I had.

"Yes I am sure," I said quietly.

"Try again... this time, don't lie," Noah said as he selected the very vibrator I had used earlier.

I had made one fatal error, I did not clean it off.

"Noah I..." but I was cut off by the a loud sniff. I watched as Noah ran his nose up the entire length of the vibrator, inhaling the now dried arousal I had produced earlier.

"You think I wouldn't recognize the smell of your pussy, y/n?" Noah said placing the vibrator down in the drawer. He turned slowly towards me, his height and muscular frame becoming menacing as the light faded away with the setting sun.

"What did I tell you earlier?" he said taking a step towards me, firmly grasping my throat with his hand. He wasn't cutting off my airway, he knew that was one thing that really scared me, but he knew his grasp could control anything I did.

"Noah, please. I can't watch you jerk off again. It drove me insane. Please, I'll do anything... please just please," I said stifling the sob that was coming up my throat.

"Tskk, y/n that wasn't part of the deal now was it love?" Noah said.

He kept one hand wrapped around my throat while he used the other to slowly pull down his pants. My eyes widened as I watched his cock spring free, already half hard just from the thought of me masturbating. A win is a win I suppose.

I looked up at Noah's eyes, they were pitch black in the dark room. He smirked at me as he leaned down and spit in his hand. My pussy almost flooded the entire room. The fucker knew how much I loved spit. His hand now started slowly moving up and down his cock, the only sound in the room was his saliva smacking as he rubbed.

His eyes rolled back slightly as he let his head hang, he seemed to have been waiting for another release all day. The mere thought he tortured me turned him on. God, I fucking hated him.

"Noah, I will literally get on my knees and beg right now. I cannot do this again," I said urgently as I noticed his pace quickened by the sound of his hand moving back and forth.

His hand let up slightly on my throat, I wasn't sure if it was from my pleads or because he was so turned on he was already falling apart. I used this opportunity to slip from his grasp, jumping into him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, legs around his waist.

Noah stumbled slightly backwards but maintained his balance as I literally attacked him. My mouth was on his before he could protest, our lips colliding with such force I was concerned I knocked a tooth out. I kissed him so deeply, forcing my tongue into his mouth to explore every inch. His tongue battled mine, trying to push mine away with no prevail. His arms snaked around me, resting just above my ass. I had him.

I ground my hips against his cock, the angle allowing me to rub my pussy up his length. I moved at an agonizing pace which earned a few frustrated huffs from Noah's mouth into mine.

Next thing I knew my back was against the bedroom wall, Noah now matching my hip thrusts with his own. His precum leaked all over my body, coating me in a sticky mess. Oh my god was I turned on.

I pulled away slightly, grabbing Noah's ear lob between my teeth. I whispered in a low sensual voice, "Fuck me like the naughty girl I am, Noah".

His cock slammed into me. Hard. I don't even know how it happened, I didn't remember him lining himself with my pussy.

The dark room now filled with the sounds of our skin slapping, us moaning, and my back pounding against the wall. He thrusted so hard I could barely even think, reaching the deepest part of my core.

I let my head fall back, smiling to myself as I knew I had won. Or had I?

Noah moved us to the bed, laying me in the mass of pillows that we had. We were often a little freaky in the bedroom. We had restraints already attached to the posts of our bed, awaiting to be used when Noah and I wanted.

Noah's cock left me while he moved to tie me to the bed. The Velcro cuffs were comfortable around my wrists and ankles. What I wasn't expecting was the sleep mask Noah placed around my head and over my eyes.

I couldn't move and I could not see, a dangerous game to play with a man who loved control.

My senses heightened as the anticipation did, I could feel the bed move but I had no idea where Noah was.

One finger. One finger trailed slowly from my ankle all the way up to my chin. He moved his finger as light as a feather, a trail of goosebumps following in its wake. My clit was practically screaming to be touched as another finger moved over my body, then three fingers fanned their way up. All purposely missing the one place I wanted to be touched. He didn't even give me a nipple touch.

One little kiss. One little soft kiss full of love was placed on my hip. Then another soft kiss on the other hip. One on my stomach. One on my right forearm, then the left. A soft kiss placed on my chin, forehead, right cheek, left. Then Noah softly brushed over my lips with his, a kiss that sent electricity throughout my body as it had the very first time he kissed me.

"I love you, Noah," I whispered out into the room, unsure where he was.

"I love you more," He replied as his finger lightly brushed over my pussy. He didn't apply enough pressure to breakthrough my folds, which was frustrating. My back arched slightly, seeking out his finger again. Instead I was met with hot breath, and one very wet tongue. Noah licked me this time, again he did so very lightly.

He pulled away, lifting one leg with him and placing it over his shoulder. He moved the other on his shoulder. Based on the position I was in, he must have been bent low on the bed or the restraints were let out enough to accommodate.

Teeth. I felt teeth next taking a small bite of my left inner thigh. It was only inches away from my pussy. He took another bite on my right inner thigh. Then he moved back to the other, inching slightly towards my center. Another, then another, then another, then... oh my god!!!

Noah took a small bite and pulled my clit with his teeth. It was hard enough to evoke shock throughout my entire body. It hurt, yet was quite satisfying. I felt my pussy clench around nothing, desperately wanting to be filled again by Noah's cock.

Noah released my clit, then brought his tongue back into the equation by spreading my folds open. His tongue was met with his lips, as he began licking and sucking my entire being. Now my hips began to move again, desperately seeking a release that I needed once again. Noah now moved lower, tongue fucking my pussy expertly by hooking it just inside. He pulled away only to spit on me, acting like his glorious meal was filth. Jesus, I couldn't take this any longer.

My moans began to get louder and louder, and so did the sounds coming from my pussy. The pleasure was now dimly burned in my lower belly, I could feel my toes begin to curl in the restraints.

"Noah, please.... I need to feel you inside... please," I whined desperately.

My legs were off his shoulders, my butt was back on the bed again.

Cock. I felt the head of his cock slowly moving up and down between my folds, doing slow circles around my clit before going back down. He slightly pressed in, just breaking through my entrance before moving back upwards. I moved my hips towards Noah's cock, moving against him to create more friction. He pulled away.

A few moments later he was back, moving slowly up and down again.

"Do you want it?" he cockily said as if he didn't already know the answer. I could hear his stupid smile from where my head rested. As if to prove his point, he put the entire tip in and thrusted only the tip which drove me insane. He pulled out asking again, by emphasizing every word he said, "Y/n, do... you... want.... it?"

"Do you want it?" I threw back, lifting my hips towards where I believed he was sitting. I giggled slightly, knowing I was being a brat and that I drove him crazy.

He chuckled back, "You really are such a naughty girl aren't you? Luckily you have such a pretty pussy".

His cock entered me again, but this time he went in all the way. I had no time to adjust to him before he was slamming into me once again. His arms were wrapped under my thighs, lifting me to the perfect angle. This time I knew he was just as needy as I was, his cock throbbed.

Noah grunted as he picked up the pace even more, his new workout regiment allowed him to have more stamina than ever. He was able to thrust harder and faster for longer. My moans once again filled the room in sync with his. I could hear the sound of our skin slapping against one another. He squeezed my thighs with his hands to keep from loosing grip, we both were coated in sweat now.

"Noah...." I warned, he knew I was close. My pussy was pulsing and throbbing, my orgasm was built up to the max.

"I know," he breathed back.

Suddenly, he was over me completely and his lips were grazing my ear. His moans filled my ears, sending me into a sensory overload as I plunged over. My orgasm came fast, I screamed out Noah's name which I knew probably hurt his ear. He road me through my orgasm for a few seconds before he pulled out. His cum sprayed all over my stomach and lower boobs. I felt each string as it landed on me. I had wished I could see it, but just feeling him release on me was enough. This was a punishment after all.

Once we both were done, Noah plopped on top of me creating even more of a mess for us to clean up.

"You do a great job at making rules and an even better job with your punishments," I laughed into the top of his head, rubbing it in that his punishment was indeed not sufficient for the crime.

"Yeah, yeah," he moaned into the crook of my neck.

I smiled to myself as Noah dozed off, until I realized he fell asleep on me and I couldn't move.

I suppose an impending uti was punishment indeed...

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I hope you all enjoyed! I little different than I intended to write it but this just came to me and I think it works :)

[nickfowlerrr]

darling, it's cold outside.

pairing: charles blackwood x curvy!reader

words: 2.7k

warnings: 18+ only. cockwarming. not foot fetish stuff but he does remove her heels for her? lol. pining. little bit of holiday blues mentioned but overall this is pretty fluffy. maybe like the littlest bit soft!dark if you squint.

notes: very happy to be writing for charles again, i've missed him. 🥹

inspired by this txt post, this is one of seven characters i’m writing this prompt of sorts for. thank you in advance for reading and as always, reblogs and comments are welcome and so appreciated. ❣️

"Mr. Blackwood," you call out as you walk down the empty hallway, your heels clacking on the marble flooring as you go, "I remade the guest bedroom like you asked. If there's nothing else for tonight, I was going to be heading home?"

You look into his open office as you pass, he's not there. Curious...

You continue down the hall, peeking into the study, then the tea room, and then the living room - none of which held him. The television in the living room was on, however, so you assumed he must be close by. But where?

Normally you find it difficult to get more than a few minutes alone from him when you're working, but now the man of the house is as elusive as your holiday spirit seems to be this year.

The pitter patter of the rain outside the castle captures your attention as you pass the grand window.

"Oh no," you sigh as you peer out into the dreary scene. The Christmas lights strung up outside appear blurry through the rain droplets on the glass as the sky grows darker with each moment that passes.

You were supposed to be out of here by 3pm, but Charles, for the first time since you'd started working for him, had many a qualm about your cleaning and tidyings today. You had to go over the bathrooms twice and were instructed to remake his bed before reattending to the guest room. It was nearing 5:30 now, and the rain you were hoping to avoid has clearly already begun - and if the weatherman was correct - would be staying long through the night.

It's not a terribly long walk home, but in your uniform, having to walk home in the rain is a less than ideal situation.

But you resign yourself to your fate as you turn from the window and continue on your search for your boss.

"Mr. Blackwood," you call again, "I'm about to be heading home."

As you finish your sentence, crossing in front of the lavish cranberry colored couch, you notice the throw blanket you had folded and put away earlier is now adorning the cushions. You think to check by the linen closet on the other side of the staircase - hoping to find him somewhere over there so he may dismiss you for the night.

You are about to leave the room when suddenly you hear the kettle whistle sharply from the kitchen. Your brows knit together as you stop in your tracks and turn back around to go toward the kitchen instead.

The sound of your heels as you walk informs Charles of your presence as you enter the room. He turns from the stove, having just moved the kettle from one burner to the other, and looks surprised to see you.

"Oh," he said, nonplussed, "you're still here?" His brow was raised as he looked at you.

You felt stumped yourself, standing blankly for a moment before blinking away your confusion. "Yes, I- I just finished remaking the guest bedroom like you asked," you stammered just slightly.

"Oh, perfect. Thank you. You really are an angel, you know that?" he praised, smiling that ever charming smile at you.

You couldn't help but return one of your own, eyes flicking down almost immediately, unable to hold his gaze.

You sucked in a breath, schooling your face as you looked back up. "Did you want to check it over?"

"No," he brushed off with a shake of his head, turning back to open the cabinet behind him, "I'm sure everything is in order. I trust you."

Your lips twitch as you hold back a disbelieving laugh. He seemed so concerned earlier...

"Alright. Well, if that's everything, Mr. Blackwood-"

"Charles," he corrects.

"...Charles," you amend, "if that was all, I was planning on heading out for the night."

"Of course," he agrees, turning to face you once again, with two mugs in his hands. "Do you have time for some hot chocolate, or will your ride be here soon?"

"Oh, I don't have a ride," you hide a grimace at the reminder of your lonesomeness. Well...maybe you could call a cab? But no, that short ride would just feel like a waste of your hard earned money. And anyway, Charles knows you walk to and from. He's chided you on it before. You'll never forget the way you warmed at his concern for you that first time. He had offered you a ride home, but you refused. It was a clear evening and there really was no reason for any fuss. But of course, his worry still made your heart flutter.

The mugs clink as they're set down on the counter, the sound brining you back to the room. "Sweetheart, it's raining. Supposed to only pick up, too. If you were planning on walking, I don't think that'd be a good idea."

The pet name has butterflies taking flight in your tummy as you work to tamp them down.

"It's not that far of a walk, I'm sure I'll be fine."

"I must insist that you stay," he presses, your name sounding so nicely on his tongue. "Please. I would offer you a ride myself but I'm afraid my headlight blew out, I wouldn't be able to see a thing. The guest room would be yours and I could drive you home in the morning. Or, if you insist, the weather should be fairer by then - enough to walk if you really want."

"Oh, really, I would hate to inconvenience you, sir."

"Not at all," he assures you as he prepares both mugs of coco. "In fact, I think it'd be nice to have some company for the holiday. In a house this big, being alone can feel rather lonely."

You consider his words and can't help but agree. "It can feel much the same in a small home, too," you say with a bittersweet smile. "If you really don't mind, I'd be thankful to stay."

"And I'd be thankful for the company," he smiles back. "I was about to start a movie."

You trail behind him slowly as he leads the way back to the living room. When you get to the couch, he sets both mugs down on the coffee table as he gestures for you to sit.

"Please, get comfortable. You've been on your feet all day."

You don't argue and take your seat. The couch is as comfortable as it always looks and you can't help but sigh as you relish the feeling. You almost instinctively kick off your heels, but stop yourself right in time. Charles notices the twitch of your feet, however.

You hold in a gasp as he kneels down before you and takes hold of your foot. His eyes flash up to yours as you stare down at him, lips parted and breath stalled. He slips your heel off and squeezes your foot lightly before repeating the same to your other foot. No words are exchanged as he pops back up and walks to the television. He pushes a tape into the player before sauntering back over to you.

You want to lift a leg up underneath you but don't allow yourself to, especially not while you're in this skirt. Charles takes the spot beside you and you somehow go even more rigid at his proximity.

"I said get comfortable, darling," he chides, pulling you in closer to him, "I meant it."

You allow yourself to fall into his side, and then after a long second, slowly bring a leg up to get more comfortable beside him. Another long moment, and you bring your other leg up as well, repositioning yourself while you shimmy the littlest bit closer.

Charles is warm and the room is a bit cold, so you don't mind how close he actually is. Maybe more aptly, how close you are to him...

You try to focus on the opening scene of the holiday movie you've only heard of before, never actually having had the chance to see it. But as Charles leans over and grabs the throw he'd brought out earlier, he takes over your focus once again. He drapes the blanket over both of you before settling back, essentially right against you now.

Your heart is beating so loud, you're almost sure he can hear it if he listens close enough.

Charles wraps his arm around your shoulder and you instinctively scoot closer still, letting your head rest on his chest trepidatiously. He hums his approval as you do.

"Is this okay?" he asks quietly, keeping the cozy and comfortable ambience in tact.

You're quiet, unsure of what to say. Does it feel okay? It feels like everything you've dreamed of since meeting the man. But is it okay? That you're not so sure of. Are you crossing a line? Is this a mistake?... Oh god, what are you doing? You can't lose this job!

You push yourself to sit up, pulling away from Charles as he looks at you, stunned by your haste.

"I- I'm so sorry, Mr. Blackwood. I don't know what's come over me. I should, I should go," you rush your words as you try to stand.

Try.

Charles' hand is on you in an instant, keeping you in place. You look at him with wide eyes, like a deer in headlights. He says your name and you don't think to try and get up again.

"Darling, I don't know what you're apologizing for. If I've made you uncomfortable, I should be apologizing to you," he says. "...Have I? Made you uncomfortable?"

You stare into the hypnotic gaze of his cerulean blue eyes, taking in his words. It's a moment before you softly shake your head. "No," you nearly whisper. "No, you haven't." He nods, admiring your face as you peer at him.

"That's good. And, it's Ch-"

"Charles," you cut him off. "I know. Habit," you shrug lightly.

"One you'll hopefully come to break," he smirks. "So, back to my question," he pulls you closer, "Was that okay? Being that close to me?"

You nod meekly, "Yes."

"And was it okay that I put my arm around you?"

Another weak murmur as you unconsciously lean into him, "Yes."

"And just to be sure," he breathes, leaning closer into you in return, "do you really want to leave?"

Your breath catches in your throat as you shake your head. "No."

"One last question," he says as he brings a hand to your cheek, holding your face delicately as he urges you closer. You're nose to nose as he continues, "Would it be okay if I kissed you now?"

You smile softly, your lips brush his as you answer him. "Yes," you nod.

He pulls you in gently and your hand holds his to your face as he finally kisses you, so softly you swear you could melt into the cushions.

You murmur again into the kiss as your eyelids flutter shut. Without thinking, you deepen the kiss. You find your body moving without your permission as you pull yourself more into him - almost crawling along the cushions to get closer to him.

Charles doesn't stop you, in fact, he leans back further - pulling you along the way, moving you up his lap.

Your skirt stretches across your thick thighs as you are maneuvered by him onto his lap. You straddle him as his arms come around you, pulling you to be flush against him - his lips never stopping as he kisses you so completely, so passionately. The intensity only grows more fervent as you return the desire in kind.

You mindlessly move your hips against his and he moans at the feeling. The sound of his pleasure is music to your ears and serves to get you even more worked up. You can feel the slickness as it grows between your thighs. And as you rock your hips again, you can feel Charles' excitement, too.

He is hard beneath you, his erection growing more and more prominent with each second.

"Mhm," you mewl against his lips, breaking for a breath, "Charles," you sigh - rocking once more. The friction sending a wave of sparking pleasure through you.

"Does that feel good for you, angel?" he asks, hands grabbing your hips.

You nod helplessly, "Feels so good."

He kisses you again, harder this time as he holds you in place on his lap. "I know what would feel even better," he says huskily.

He reaches for the button of his slacks and you bite your lip, a few nerves building now. You pull away from him ever so slightly as he begins to undo his pants.

"Um, Charles," you nearly whisper, waiting for a response you don't get.

You watch with heavy lidded eyes and parted, pouted lips as he pulls his straining cock from his briefs. You almost feel frozen for a second before one of his hands comes up and buries itself between your thighs. You yelp, squeaking at the touch.

"Charles, I don't know if we should-"

"Oh, sweetheart, don't worry," he hushes you. You gasp with a tremble and a light moan as his deft fingers slide up and along your clothed sex. You tilt your hips as he feels along your cunt and don't stop him when he moves your underwear to the side.

His eyes are trained on your face, he watches as it contorts with the beginning sparks of your pleasure under his touch. His dick is throbbing, on the verge of starting to leak for you.

He can't wait any longer, he's waited so long already. He needs to have you around him. Needs to feel your warmth envelope him and your weight as you sit on him. He doesn't even need to go all the way with you - not tonight. He just wants to feel you.

His tongue slips past his pillowy lips as he grips himself with one hand, guiding his red tip to your tight, slick entrance. He presses against you but you slightly back away - still unsure.

"I just want to feel you, angel. That's all. I promise. Just need you to sit down and that'll be it. Just sit right here and keep me warm for a bit. You can do that, can't you, darling?"

A sigh of relief escapes you as you slacken a bit into him. You can do that, you decide. You nod your head and bring one of your hands to his shoulders. He presses against you again and this time you move into him. You whine at the sting of his intrusion as he helps ease you down onto his length a little at a time. When you are fully seated, you drop your head into the crook of his neck as one of his hands rubs your back.

"Fuck, doesn't that feel nice?" he asks, voice breathy. You only nod against him as your walls stretch around his cock, squeezing him every so often.

"Yes," you huff, "Oh, it feels so nice, Charles."

He pulls you from his neck, brushing his nose against yours as he brings you face to face with him again.

"I knew we'd be a perfect fit," he smirks, kissing you hotly as you press yourself closer to him, returning his kiss.

"I said the guest room was yours, but there's room enough for two in my bed if you'd rather," he simpers.

"I think I just might rather," you whisper with a smile against his lips. You move to sit up but are immediately pulled back down onto his cock. You moan deeply at the movement, the drag of his length along your walls and the way your walls work to keep him inside of you. To be fair, you aren't the most experienced woman in the world, but the feeling of him is unlike anything you've ever felt before. You are entirely full of him and you fear you won't want to ever go empty again.

"Not just yet, sweetheart," he laughs, holding you down. "We aren't even halfway through the movie yet. And we have all night before we take this upstairs, angel. I want to make sure this is a Christmas we'll always remember."

[ghysry]

Don't feel compelled to write this if you don't want to!, but I think it would be pretty cool to see TUA siblings interacting with reader in the six years without powers they can be with them since the first apocalypse and they become like family, reader can be one of the other 43 children with powers! Doesn't have to be with any specific character but I will admit Five is my favorite and they did my boy wrong in season 4

*Does a soldier salute pose* Five is my favorite too. I get you, Anon.

Oneshot! Tags: Reader x Five, Reader x Five Hargreeves, Comfort/..., I'm feeling evil today...

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"I think this is better."

There's a reason why humans are off balance when one of their senses suddenly stops working - like the blind, or the deaf. Imagine living in a world where you can't see after years of being used to it, or living in a world where all you can do is read lips instead of hearing the sound of music. We hold our senses very close to us like organs ; because they are.

Which is why it took you an embarrassingly long time to get used to the fact that you no longer had the ability to control the state of matter. You know - the basics. Gas to liquid, liquid to solid, solid to gas, human to vapor, atom to extremely dense gas. It served you the most purpose, you were deemed the most powerful out of all the siblings, well, that is to account for the fact that you were never adopted by Reginald Hargreeves.

Ah..hm, let's take a detour down memory lane for how this happened.

"Fascinating..truly fascinating. How much would you like for them?" Reginald Hargreeves peered down onto the basket containing a blanket wrapped neatly around the quiet infant, their eyes closed and their small chest rising and falling with each breath. "I'm not going to sell my child to you, you creep!" Your mother, a fighter during her first weeks with her only child, kicks Reginald Hargreeves right in his no-longer-child-giving nuts, which causes him to double down and cough much later than a normal person usually would.

Alright, now that you know how you weren't adopted, back to the present!

Nowadays you work alongside your life time partner, or should you say, husband. Both in the CIA, both crowned as the youngest officers of peace within this barely secret government. Which leads you to here - you, in your usual spot on the couch, laying down with a groan as your back hurts, and then groaning even more when this man child--your man child--flops onto you with a groan coming out of his mouth himself.

"Augh you're going to crush me!" You tilt your head back, trying to get into a comfortable position as this big cat can't help but cling tightly onto you, even going as far as grumbling out nonsense on how he's not that heavy, and you're just too weak to stand his superiority, to which you rub at his nape and feel his throat rumble with a purr.

"You are so lucky I love you. Or else I'd tease you about the whole purring thing," Though you belittle him about his weird capabilities, you keep on scratching at his nape, then behind his ear, feeling the vibration on your chest. "Shut up.." he finally answers, leaning his head into your hand, a look of satisfaction crossing his eyes when you massage his back. He's way too old for this job, and so are you.

Five wraps his arms around you, tired eyes looking into yours, and before you could laugh at his face he's already digging it into your chest, inhaling your scent and complaining about his boss (which was also your boss) being stupid because he wanted Five to work on something more significant, rather than analyzing a group of insane geeks sitting around in a cult-support system whatever the matter.

To be fair, a lot of them have a point.

Five gulps when he lifts his head back up and stares at you, into your eyes, deeper into your soul. Years and years of fighting, bickering, war, the feeling of dying and being remade, the feeling of having to fight for your life against yourself, seeing your siblings, your only family, die right in front of your eyes without being able to do anything about it..he finally achieved peace. Peace with you.

"I love-"

"Five?" Your hand comes to ruffle his hair, eyes staring at the ceiling, feeling grateful for your sentient weighted blanket. "..hm?" He responds, arms tightening around your waist to the point where you feel like you can't breathe. Chuckling at this, you close your eyes, plunging the world into a deep darkness you've seen thousands, maybe even millions of times.

it's time to wake up.

Five shoots out of his bed, cold sweat beading down his face, his head hurting like someone had narrowly missed burrowing a bullet into it, one hand clutching the blanket he lulls himself to sleep into, the other trying to clench around a hand he knows isn't there.

"Fuck." He falls back down into his bed, which spells an awful lot like marigold, hands coming up to rub at his face and wake him. The familiar venomous feeling in his chest seems to encapsulate him when he blinks, your face is there every time he moves, his heart beats of you, yet the universe doesn't even know who you are.

Oh yes. You were never supposed to be here, were you?

[marinettesaltprompts]

Marinette Salt Prompt: The Shanghai Trip that Never Was.

In one timeline, Marinette was able to convince her parents to let her visit Shanghai.

However, in another timeline, one where her parents (or at least one of them) were more observant, Sabine but can't help but notice the slip up in Marinette's intent to go to Shanghai, even as Tom get's excited.

Tom: Oh this is so exciting!  Your mother and I have been waiting for this moment for -

Sabine: Tom dear? May you hold on for just a moment? (Turns to Marinette) I couldn't help but notice that when you were wanting to visit your "roots"... it seemed as though you were saying something else.

Marinette: W-What? N-noooooo.... I really was hoping to see him- I-I mean my roots! I ....

Sabine's face becomes more stern as the excitement from Tom's face seems to fade, the latter realising that something is amiss as the former's face shows dissapointment.

"Marinette dear... what could visiting Shanghai have to do with Adrien?"

With Sabine going into "no-nonsense mom" mode, Marinette couldn't hide her intentions from her parents forever. Sabine and Tom quickly found out Marinette's real reason for wanting to go to Shanghai: Not because of her roots, nor even wanting to visit her family. It's because Adrien was there.

Naturally, Sabine and Tom quickly shut down any idea of that happening. With Marinette having gotten distracted from delivering the package to the post office, along with their daughters rash and unjustifiable plan to travel all the way to another country for a boy, Sabine was quick to ground Marinette for her reckless behavior, as both parents showed disappointment to their daughter.

In fact, as Tom and Sabine would soon come to learn, their daughters infatuation with Adrien was far from healthy, as they would soon discover the planner Marinette had used to track Adrien during the process of taking away her technology. This resulted in another meeting soon after.

Sabine: I was fine with you having an interest in that boy until now, as its not uncommon for girls your age to have a crush on someone. But what I have found today is quite troublesome and quite frankly worrying. Considering you wanted to go all the way to another country for the sake of this boy, I have decided that this is going to end. Tomorrow, your father and I are taking you to a therapist, and we will be advising the school that you will be moving to a different class, if not a different school.

Marinette: B-But Mom, I-!

Sabine: But nothing! This behavior has been disgraceful, and I will not allow it to continue any further!

And so Marinette was grounded, forced to start going to a therapist and forced to move to a different class.

Though as Marinette would learn 3 weeks later, this was far from the worse thing to happen to her.

Though Adrien eventually returned, Marinette was forced to keep away from Adrien by her parents, lest they get the school or even Gabriel involved with her behavior. Worse still Hawkmoth had also made a reappearance with a new ability: the Prodigious, remade and corrupted to serve his own evil ends. As a result, the akuma battles became even more dangerous due to Hawkmoth's new ability to give them additional transformations.

So not only did Marinette lose the love of her life, her greatest enemy now had new powers. Luck just didn't seem to be on her side anymore...

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

Blood of my Blood pt.2

Pairing- Sully family x Sully!reader

Summary- There is so much you would do for your family even at a young age but there is one thing you just couldn't do so you do the only thing you find reasonable you run.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

Two months. Two months worth of traveling to the clans around Pandora. From the beautiful reef of the Metkayina, to the wetlands to the Hulanta clans and even to the unseen Rey'tanu clan that live in the highlands. Jake was tired and today was no different.

Other than physically tired he was mentally tired as well. What dwelled in his mind was what Mo'at told him before their departure, the closer they got to the Mangkwan the more he felt this sickening twist in himself. And he wasn't the only one who felt this Neytiri felt off. She didn't know what was going on but she hoped she could figure it out for her family's sake.

The pack of ikrans stopped in front of a hometree similar to the one they remade back home just before you left. Jumping off and disconnecting from them they were greeted by a rather small group. ''Oel ngati kameie JakeSully Olo'eyktan, Oel ngati kameie Neytiri Great warrior of the Omaticaya.'' A woman spoke to Jake as she formally greets them as does his family.

She held her head high with short locs that stopped at her ear, and her long skirt had slit sides that showcased her tattoo that swarmed around the scar that was on the side of her right thigh, her top was beaded with warm colors of orange, red, yellow. She was glorious.

''I am sorry that Kamun and Peyral haven't come to met you formally my name is Newey friend and trusted warrior of the Mangkwan they have asked to escort you to the playing fields.'' Newey said to them as the guards on stand opened the door allowing them into the hometree. ''Playing fields?'' Neteyam asked and Newey smiled. ''Yes playing fields today there is to be a tournament although it is a shame you didn't come earlier they are at the last round.''

Newey stood in front of a door and opened the large door with little struggle. ''That was so cool!'' Tuk the youngest exclaimed and a grin placed upon Newey's lips as she ruffled the young girl's hair and walked into a great field that was filled with Na'vi of all ages.

''Here they are.'' Newey whispers as she stepped under a tent that was slap dead in the middle of the seats of Na'vi. ''Oel ngati kameie Peyral and Kamun your guest have arrived.'' She spoke to them as their eyes moved from the fight in front of them and the woman Peyral smiled at the family as she ushered them to sit, which they did. ''What the rest of the tournament you must want to relax after the flight, here fermented nectar and fruit let us talk over dinner.'' Peyral said as she gave Neytiri a glass of fermented nectar.

Neytiri and Jake sat- with Tuk in his lap- on the unaccompanied chairs next to Peyral. The others surrounded the area around them standing up as they watched the fight in front of them.

It was one on one combat, it looked ridiculous to the newcomers. There was a small warrior who couldn't see their face from the metal that covered half their face and the way it drooped down, and a huge man who wore nothing but his loincloth and welded an ax that looked like it had seen some battles. He was the first to pounce and the warrior missed it by mere inches sliding their spear on the ground and under the man's foot making him stumble slightly. Many cheered and many booed.

The man got up, puffing his chest out and gripping the ax. Pouncing forward again and the other missing it again but this time he caught onto their legs throwing them to the other side. Gasping the warrior gripped their spear. Standing up fixing their posture they get in an attack stance, ''Arms to the side,'' Jake whispered as he saw the warrior do what he said. ''Grip your weapon.'' gripping the weapon the warrior jumped over to the side hitting the man in the middle of his back making him fall down in pain. He flipped over onto his back as he stared up at the blade of the spear in his face until he hit the ground in defeat.

Kamun stamped his own spear on the ground and cheered for the victory. ''He's really good.'' Lo'ak said and Neteyam shook his head in agreement. Jake couldn't help but swell with pride for an unknown reason. The warrior stepped in front of Peyral and took the helmet off and it was you. After wiping the blood that fell from your mouth you smiled and Peyral gave you a tight hug before Kamun gave you a pat on the back and bowed his head.

''Next time Otho.'' You yell to the man who gave you a smile. Lo'ak was in disbelief you were a girl, ''I knew girls could fight but not like that not against a beast like that!'' He exclaimed coming towards you. You squint your eyes at the boy before a confused smile landed its way onto your lips. ''Otho? Oh he's just a gentle giant.'' You say and smile at Otho as he walks to his home hand in hand with his daughter.

Jake studied your face and blinked his eyes over and over again. You were the spitting image of well you, but he couldn't he wouldn't let himself believe it but the more he looked at you the more you seemed like you.

Kamun and Peyral share a knowing look as your eyes land on Neytiri and Jake and your once happy mood turns sour. Your nostrils flared as they stood up and then Neteyam and Kiri got closer, transparent eyebrows furrowed. It was as if they were observing you, analyzing you. ''Y/N?'' It sounded like a question that they didn't answer.

''Thats my name.'' You say looking at the family who all shared a bewildered look except for Tuk who was only confused.

Jake and Neytiri look at Kamun and Peyral who only look at you with regret for not telling you of their plans to come here.

''Our daughter has been here the entire time!'' Jake hissed at Peyral who explained what happened all those years ago but you only sat in silence wanting this all to be over. and Kamun was quick to clap back. ''Do not speak to my mate like that.'' He hissed and Jake only glared at him. ''Why did you not send her back?'' Jake asked and as he sat next to his family in the home. ''I wasn't going to send a little girl back to a place that she seemed to not want to go back to.'' Kamun said as he sat next to Peyral.

Neytiri was conflicted. She was happy, over the moon but she was sad you left and never looked back and you had a new life here.

''Y/N.'' Your father said and you look at him with no childlike gleam like the last day you spent with him. ''Yes.'' You spoke clearly and proudly. ''Why?'' He asked.

Jake had never felt so sad in his life; his daughter has never felt so close yet so far from him.

''I do not wish to speak about it, may I go lay down.'' You ask Peyral and she nods. ''Y/N we think it best if you show your siblings around, show them the ropes and what goes on around here.'' Kamun said and you bow your head in agreement before you turn to your family with no emotion on your face as it has been all night. ''See you tomorrow.'' You say flashing a small smile to Neteyam.

They all were lost. You acted like nothing happened, like you didn't run away, like they didn't have to exist like you didn't exist, how they thought you were dead.

You acted like nothing happened.

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[sigyn-foxyposts]

"The Afton family" Part 1/2 Fnaf Amaranth AU!

Note: Yes, this AU is inspired by Mobox87's and many others old FNAF lore that was created back in 2015-2016 but is remade to fit into what we have today. I'm simply doing this for the sake of fun and keeping a part of the nostalgia alive. All designs are inspired by how I viewed them personally growing up, making them my original designs. Please tag me if you ever make fanart, thank you :D

A huge thanks to @vamnp for coming up with the name of this AU!

The Parents:

Name: Scott Ralph Afton.

Nickname: Scotty

Nationality: British (Moved to America)

Scott is clumsy and laid back. He is also a bit skittish because his dad used to scare him, intentionally as a child.

Has always struggled mentally, thanks to his childhood being quite rough.

He was bullied in school for being the shy and antisocial kid, often hiding in the bathroom stalls to get away.

He never had a good relationships with his parents, not even with Vincent no matter what he originally thought.

Has undiagnosed ADHD.

His special interest is machinery!

Likes to keep things organized and tidy.

Hates when someone is disobedient.

Loves teasing and making dad jokes!

Like his second oldest son, he has a fondness for the animatronic Foxy!

Suffers from insomnia and hallucinates.

He has a high pain tolerance and often gets injured, hence the many bandages he is wearing. His wife puts them on.

Feels horrible for not being able to stop Vincent from killing his children & being the cause of so many deaths.

Scott is the phone guy and tape guy (aka Henry but now it's Scott!)

Scott didn't actually die after the animatronics attacked and stuffed him into a suit, he was just severely injured.

Despite being in pain, he managed to stay alive until someone found him. After that incident he decided to retire.

He commits suicide, suffocating during the fnaf 6 fire together with Michael.

Scott is a hard working man that love's his family more than anything, but struggles to keep the stability going. Not only does he specialize with dangerous animatronics at work along side his brother Vincent, who has always been questionable in nature. He has always struggled mentally thanks to his upbringing.

The lack of sleep he is getting from his insomnia and night shifts causes him to get injured on the job. Which his wife is very unhappy about, they could be bickering and next thing they know they're argumening over family matters. Though Scott tries to be the one who puts an end to it and be a better husband and father to his children, he has to admit he is far from perfect. He retired from his own business Fazbear entertainment after the tragedies and focused on his remaining family, returning briefly during fnaf 6 to aid Michael and decided he would commit suicide with them.

Name: Margaret Fritz.

Nickname: Mag, Magpie.

Nationality: Norwegian.

Margaret met Scott through high school and originally felt bad for him, letting him rant to her about his inventions.

This somehow sparked feelings between the two and they remained high school sweethearts up until their marriage.

Margaret went to medical school and worked as a nurse for a few years, earning a good living for them.

She did end up quitting early and became a stay at home mom when she first got pregnant with twins.

Later in life she would try getting back into the work field but retires due to mental health issues.

Has a slight drinking problem and hates how addicted she is to it.

She suffers from compassion fatigue.

Developed depression and erratic behavior after the disappearances.

Feels guilty for Charlie's death because she was drinking that night and asked Scott to get him. (He was working late)

After Scott died in the fire, she went back to her drinking habits and died from liver failure. (Basically suicide)

Margaret is a stay at home mother who often finds herself stressed over not just her kids, but also her husband. Thanks to his recklessness at work and his horrible sleep schedules, along with his mental health. Margaret and Scott tend to argue a lot about his well being and over how they should manage things in their household, which often ends up going nowhere. This caused her to pick up a small drinking habit that she tries her best to hide from everyone, especially her children. Margaret originally came from Norway but moved to America with her family when she started high school. There she not only met Scott but got a degree in nursing and after a few years of dating, fell pregnant. This caused her to have to stay home permanently and at first while it was difficult, she knew she was doing it for a good cause. Their growing family. After the missing children's incident she went completely off the rails and had to be sent away to the mental hospital by Scott. She really struggled, especially with the guilt of not being able to protect her children that she had spent so much of her life taking care of. Eventually though she would be able to return back to Scott and their remaining children, raising them.

Older siblings:

Name: Coppelia Afton.

Nickname: Lia

Age: 11 (in 1984)

Coppelia is the twin sister of Charlie!

Has ADHD.

Struggles sleeping like Scott.

Her special interest is also machinery!

She's often found outside tinkering in the garage with something.

She also loves reading books, specially the book that she was named after.

Can be quite hyperactive and playful, often leading her to be a bit brutal.

Love's to have playful banters with Scott or Charlie to see their reactions.

When she was younger she used to draw disturbing drawings, she grew out of it though! Scott affectionately calls her "his creepy daughter"

She loves eating bacon and eggs or pancakes, calling it her british breakfast. (Because she thinks it's funny)

After Margaret was sent away Mrs Andrews, their neighbor helped Scott take care of Coppelia and her brother.

This caused her to became a mother figure to her and she calls her mom!

She doesn't like any of the animatronics and once she got so scared as a child that she threw up and cried.

Coppelia is her families only daughter and tue older twin, taking most characteristics after her father. She is very hyperactive and playful, often tinkering with machinery like her father when he was younger. She can't be still for long, yet somehow she never runs out of energy either. She loves playing around with her siblings which often leads her to be a bit competitive and rough. She always feels a bit guilty because she accidentally hurts them or make them cry! The reason she prefers playing with her siblings still, is because she gets bullied at school too. Unlike her father though, she puts up a fight which gets her in trouble. Surprisingly Coppelia never noticed the issues her family had before her siblings went missing and her parents were even more unstable than what was normal to her. As if she didn't already struggle sleeping it got even worse for her, grieving heavily at the fact she might not even see her twin brother or younger brother again. She didn't know what to do and was afraid of when her father had to get back to work, but Margaret wasn't there anymore. Luckily their friendly neighbor Mrs Andrews would offer to watch over her and her baby brother, offering her support to the girl and comforting her. She knew what it was like loosing someone.

Name: Charlie Afton.

Nickname: Charles.

Age: 11 (When he died)

Charlie is the twin brother of Coppelia!

Struggles with anxiety.

His favorite animatronic is puppet.

He really likes collecting porcelain dolls.

Enjoys listening to the music box because it was a lullaby his parents used to comfort him with as a baby.

Charlie is actually left handed but forces himself to use his right to blend in!

The lefty animatronic was based on a stuffed teddy bear he owned.

Later Scott recreated Lefty as a animatronic to capture Charlie.

Like Scott he is also clumsy and skittish.

He is very pale and easily gets bruised.

To avoid people assuming bad things about his home life, he wears make-up, long sleeves and pants.

He originally wore make-up to just hide his bruises but started to enjoy it!

His parents find this adorable and often his mother helps him experiment around with her make-up stash!

Even though he keeps calm under stressful situations, when conflicts arises his anxiety skyrockets.

Especially when his and Coppelia's bullies search for them during school.

He knows Margaret has a drinking problem but hasn't said that he knows.

He hates when his parents argue because of how his brother accidently got in the way and was injured in the past. Luckily it never happened again.

His favorite cousin is Chris, someone he heavily sympathizes with!

Vincent stabbed Charlie multiple times in the lungs out of drunken rage, leaving him outside to bleed out in the rain.

Charlie is the oldest son and younger twin, taking a lot after both his parents. He is quite gloomy, clumsy and introverted but a passionate caretaker like his mother. Like his sister they're not exactly popular at school and the kids often picked on them, but Coppelia was there to protect him! Sometimes he wishes he would be able to do the same, to show that he was capable.. But all he could do was run and get the teacher. He makes up for this when he is able to protect his brother and the missing children after he is killed by Vincent outside of the pizzeria. The reason he died was because he was waiting for Scott to finish working after Maggie forgot to pick him up. Then the same children who bullied him and his sister threw him outside and locked the door. At first he blamed both his parents for his death, but stopped holding a grudge against them when he realized Scott and Michael tried to free them behind the scenes.

Younger siblings:

Name: Bartholomew Fritz Afton.

Nickname: Bart, Fritz

Age: 7 (When he died)

Has ADHD.

His favorite animal is the fox, hence why he loves and adores foxy.

He has an obsession with pirates and pretends to be one all the time!

His favorite holiday is Halloween.

He likes to tease and be the annoying younger brother, often copying Coppelia's behavior.

Whenever he's bored he ask his parents or older siblings to read to him.

His favorite books are pirate books and books about norwegian folklore: because they have scary sea creatures.

Sings those kids nursery rhymes 24/7.

Hates loud shouting and glass breaking after he accidentally stood between his parents when they were arguing.

His favorite cousin is Brenda because she likes playing pirates with him!

Vincent lured Bart to parts and service, breaking his kneecaps, cutting of his hand and slicing his throat. It was so deep he pretty much decapitated him.

Bartholomew also known as Bart for short, is the second oldest son. He is hyperactive and outgoing to the fullest, insisting he is the leader of any group he comes across, siblings or friends. You'll often see him wearing pirate gears and singing songs, dragging around his younger brother who happily follows. He also never stops talking about what interests him and struggles knowing when to stop. He loves pirates, sea creatures and foxy! Bart also always unintentionally gets himself into trouble, even if it isn't his fault and while he loves his father the most, he hates being punished by him and go to the thinking corner. After he was killed by his own uncle Vincent, like the other missing children he can't trust adults and is very aggressive. Even to his own father Scott, when he figured out he possessed Foxy and tried to communicate with him.

Name: Sammy Afton.

Nickname: Sam.

Age: 4 (in 1984)

He is a very bubbly boy, who easily make people smile.

He is somewhere on the autism spectrum.

His favorite animatronic is balloon boy.

Balloon boy was inspired by Sam's younger appearance and made by Scott.

He has a huge sweetooth and will try to steal sweets when no one is watching!

Margaret jokinly and affectionately calls him a ''menace'' to her existence.

He loves being around other people, which is why he always follows his brother or mother around.

He has a few funny quirks, such as rocking back and forth when he is excited, walking on his toes or biting on things.

He also tends to be so quiet that Scott got scared by him multiple times becuse he was just standing there, smiling at him.

His favorite thing is arts and crafts and he actually helped decorate the pizzeria along with other children there.

He loves playing with balloons, but hates when they pop, then he will start crying.

He used to be close with Bart before he went missing, now he is very attached to his older sister Coppelia.

His favorite cousin is Elizabeth because she offered him ice cream once.

Sammy is the youngest son and the only surviving family member of the Afton family with his older sister after Michael and his parents. As a child he was a bubbly boy filled with laughter, often finding himself following others around rather than leading the way like his older brother Bart. He was very young when his brothers disappeared and when he got older he struggled remembering them. When Maggie was sent away to the mental hospital, Scott retired to take care of him and was finally able to improve on his parental skills. When Sammy became an adult he started working under Fazbear entertainment despite the history it held to his family with his sister.

[misc-obeyme]

Remade

Happy birthday, Barbatos!!

Listen, I don't normally do things for character birthdays because there are a lot of them and I just don't usually have time. But this one worked out. I had the idea for this a while back, so I just went ahead and wrote it today. Plus this guy is my all time fave, so you know.

I still need to get Barb's birthday card... all my pulls so far have been useless, but I will keep trying because WHAT. It's so gorgeous and I can't handle him. ETA- I managed to get him finally!

Right so enjoy this fluff for my true love's birthday. It might've turned out kinda cheesy, but I still like it lol.

Barbatos x GN!MC

Warnings: minor injury

Whenever you came to the Demon Lord's Castle for tea, your favorite teacup was always waiting for you on the table. Even if it didn't match the set that Barbatos was using that day, your teacup was there, in case you wanted to use it instead. And you always did. Because you thought of that teacup as yours.

It wasn't, not really. It was one of the many teacups that Barbatos had in his collection. You didn't know where it came from or why he had it. It didn't seem to be part of a set and you had never asked him where he got it.

You had been in the kitchen when you saw it the first time, sitting by itself on a shelf among teacups that had others it belonged with. This teacup sat alone, with not even a matching saucer.

That afternoon you had been helping Barbatos make the tea, though you weren't really doing a whole lot. Mostly you were just puttering around the kitchen while he did all the work. You were used to this, though. Anytime you tried to really help he always distracted you with some menial task. You knew what he was doing, so eventually you just gave up and kept him company instead.

So you were looking at the shelf of teacups and noticed this one all by itself. You took it from the shelf and told Barbatos that you wanted to use it that day.

Barbatos didn't question you. He only smiled and brought the cup to the table when the tea was ready.

You asked for that particular teacup the next handful of times you came over, but you didn't need to ask anymore after that. Barbatos always had the cup on the table for you from then on.

Just as you never asked him where it came from, so Barbatos never asked you why you liked it so much.

The truth was that it reminded you of his tail. The way it was bright teal around the rim and faded to black at the base. Even the handle curved out in a little fork. It was like if Barbatos himself ever became a teacup, this is what he would look like.

You wondered if it was custom made that way on purpose. If some teacup maker somewhere had been so taken with Barbatos's tail that they made a teacup to look like it.

You thought about asking him, but you also thought he would have told you by now if it was something he wanted to talk about. Barbatos had a lot of secrets. Maybe this was one of them.

Still, it meant something to you that he always put it out for you. He didn't seem to be bothered that your favorite teacup, the one you considered yours, looked so much like his tail. You sometimes wondered what it meant, if the cup symbolized something neither of you had yet managed to say.

That day you were sipping tea out of your cup as usual. Normally there were others at these gatherings, but the few people who were supposed to be there with you had other things come up at the last minute. So it was just you and Barbatos sitting at the table. You watched him as you sipped your tea. He seemed just as relaxed and content as he always did.

Barbatos was sitting next to you rather than across from you, both of you slightly away from the table and turned toward each other.

"Is this a new blend?" you asked, holding the teacup in your hands.

Barbatos inclined his head. "Yes, I made it myself. Do you like it?"

You had noticed the hints of your favorite flavors in the blend. "It's delicious. Did you… ?"

You found you couldn't bring yourself to ask, too nervous that the answer might not be what you were thinking.

Barbatos chuckled. "I combined several of your favorites. Not all of them work well together, so this is only a selection. I thought it might be a unique flavor for you to try."

You smiled and shook your head. You shouldn't have doubted him. "No wonder I love it."

"I will make it for you any time you like," Barbatos said.

Every day, you wanted to say. Let me sit beside you like this every day.

You weren't paying attention to how you were holding your cup, your eyes focused on Barbatos's face. The cup tilted and some tea splashed out onto your hand. It was still quite hot and you yelped from the pain, dropping the teacup.

Both of you went to catch the cup at the same time, colliding with each other and missing it entirely.

You were practically holding hands as you watched it crash to the ground, breaking into several large pieces.

You gasped and clutched at Barbatos's hands. "My teacup! Oh, Barbatos, I'm so sorry!"

"It's all right, MC," Barbatos said, holding onto you for a moment before pulling your burned hand toward him so he could inspect it. "Are you all right? That tea was still quite hot."

His calm reaction helped you to settle a little, but you were still upset about the shattered teacup at your feet. "I'm fine," you said, your voice shaky. "It's fine. I'm more upset about the cup."

Barbatos looked up at you, rubbing his thumb gently across the spot on your hand where the tea had burned you. "You needn't worry about that cup, MC. You have been burned. Come inside now and let me take care of it for you."

You didn't argue with him. You let him lead you back inside, briefly glancing over your shoulder at the forlorn pieces of your favorite teacup. Seeing them caused a pain to run through your heart and down into the pit of your stomach.

—

You were off for days. You kept thinking about the teacup, your burned hand, and Barbatos. He had brought you inside and helped to take care of your burn, but you didn't stay long. You were too distraught over the loss of your cup. Whether you had realized it or not, that teacup had become a physical representation of your feelings for Barbatos. Watching it break had broken your heart, even if it was only an inanimate object, even if it didn't truly represent your relationship with him. It felt so much like a warning, like an indication that you had made a mistake somewhere. It was your carelessness that had broken the cup, after all.

Everyone noticed your sorry state. Levi tried to distract you with video games, Luke brought over some of your favorite desserts that he had made, and Asmo painted your nails in your favorite color. Nothing seemed to help. You couldn't pull yourself out of the feeling of sadness you had sunken into.

You almost cried when Barbatos invited you over for tea again. It hadn't been that long since the teacup fiasco; only a handful of days had passed. You were surprised, but you agreed, hoping against hope that just being with him would be enough to lift you from the despair you were in.

Despite that hope, you were filled with a sense of dread as you went to the castle that evening. You ignored it as Barbatos let you in, smiling as he always did, seemingly undisturbed. He brought you out to the garden where the tea was already waiting.

The falling stars were especially beautiful that night and it made your heart ache to see them. You didn't fully understand until that moment that you were sure Barbatos was about to let you down gently. You didn't think he would reject you over a broken teacup, but the fact that you had broken it was an indication of all the things you questioned about yourself. And you were sure that Barbatos saw all your insecurities, every last one of your flaws. How could he accept them? He wouldn't. No more than you would accept a broken cup.

Barbatos had set up the chairs the way they had been that day and you sat down in your spot, eyes focused on your hands which you kept in your lap.

Barbatos didn't say anything as he poured you some tea.

And then you saw his hands come into your field of vision, holding the tea he had just poured, offering you the cup.

Your heart stopped.

It was your teacup.

You looked up at him, eyes wide, to find him already smiling at you.

"Are you familiar with the Japanese art of kintsugi, MC?" he asked gently.

You shook your head.

Barbatos raised the teacup to your eye level, so you could see it clearly. There were bright gold cracks all along the cup, as though someone had glued it back together with molten gold.

"Rather than throw away a broken object, it is remade in a way that shows where it has cracked," Barbatos said. "It is a representation of the history of that object, a celebration of the item's flaws. Your teacup will forever bear the memory of the moment it fell to the ground here and that makes it all the more beautiful, don't you think?"

You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from bursting into tears. The teacup looked even more like his tail now than it did before, the cracks reminiscent of the lines of brighter teal that ran though it. You reached out and took the teacup from his hands, letting your thumbs rub across the golden lines.

"Barbatos," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. You carefully lowered the teacup so that you could see his face clearly. "It's perfect."

"As are you, my love," Barbatos said, leaning over the teacup to kiss you.

And that was all you needed to hear to know that all along, Barbatos had realized how you felt and what you feared. The truth of his love sank into you, a solid and firm foundation that you knew could never break.

Always and forever after, Barbatos made sure that your teacup was on the table, should you choose to use it. Every time you held it in your hands, you felt the cracks filled in with gold, and knew that even flawed and broken things could be loved.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[ghostiexe]

well! this was written for @buns-and-butter but somehow i lost the ask, sorry about that!

the prompt was something along the lines of 'wilbur helping cafe employee reader when they have a creepy/stalker-ish customer' and i am here to deliver :3

this is not proof read or edited in any way, please forgive any mistakes

tw: stalking, uncomfortable flirting, you get called a chick once

wordcount: 2,686

The past few weeks, you’ve noticed something. 

Every time you work the closing shift, the same guy comes, orders a plain black coffee, stares at you, and only leaves when you tell him you have to close. 

And, yeah, total weirdo alert, right? 

But it’s fine. Maybe he works a night shift or something and needs something to keep him up. 

Then again, why would he watch you? You’ve seen him bring a laptop, surely there’s something else he could do rather than stare at you. 

Currently, you’re crouching behind the ordering counter, wiping up a spill. The café you work at is pretty slow today, though that's not unusual, especially since you’re working a closing shift again. You don’t mind closing, but you also like day shifts because that’s when your favorite regular usually drops in. You haven’t seen him in a few days, since you’ve been stuck closing. 

You feel a little bad for the customer who's drink you'd dropped, but she had assured you it was fine and you'd just remade it for her. 

You huff softly as you stand back up, holding the now tea soaked rag in your hand. When you look up, you blink in surprise, then beam. 

“Will!” You exclaim, pleasantly surprised when you see the guy you were just thinking about. You giggle and watch his nose scrunches as he grins back at you. 

“Hi!” He says, leaning on the counter slightly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. You hope you aren’t blushing. “One sec, I need to clean this rag, and then I’ll be right back.” You tell him, and he shoots you  thumbs up. You turn your back on him and quickly go to the kitchen, rushing to take care of the rag so you can get back out there to him. 

By the time you’re back out, the girl from earlier has left. You can’t help but feel a little bit comforted by the privacy.

You smile again and lean against the counter. “So,” you start, watching as he mirrors your movement and rests his arms against the counter as well, tilting his head slightly. “The usual?” You ask. 

“The usual.” He agrees, and you giggle. You nod and push yourself back, turning to grab a cup before realizing something and turning your head back toward him. 

“To go or to stay?” You ask, since every time he comes it’s different. He hums in thought, tapping his chin before shrugging. “Ah, to stay, I suppose.” He says. “I’m not busy.” He smiles softly at you and you nod, starting to make his drink as he watches you curiously. “So…” You start, pulling out a mug for him and starting on his drink. “You don’t usually drop by this late, yeah?” You ask, trying to make conversation. He opens his mouth to respond when the door dings, and you glance over his shoulder, face dropping when you realize it’s the same guy that’s been showing up every day. Wilbur shuffles to the side, making room for the other guy to order. The stranger grins at you.

You shift uncomfortably but nod in acknowledgement. “I’ll just be a moment.” You tell him, pumping lavender into Wilbur’s London Fog, watching as Wilbur walks away to his usual table. “Alright, sorry, can I take your order?” You ask in your customer service voice. It’s just a little too friendly, and your smile is strained. 

He laughs and leans against the counter, the same way Wilbur does. You don’t like it as much as you do when Wilbur does it. Actually, you don’t like it at all. “Could I start with your number?” He asks, and you force yourself to laugh. This isn’t the first time a random person has asked for your number, but it never gets less awkward. 

“Oh, I don’t know.” You say, trying to sound sympathetic. “Um, I’m not really…” You trail off, hoping he’ll take the hint. The guy scoffs. 

“Oh, come on, don’t tell me you’ve got a boyfriend.” He says, sounding a little annoyed. 

You shake your head, stepping away slightly. “I- I mean, no, just, I’m not sure.” You say, trying to stay polite. He just rolls his eyes. 

“What? You think I’m ugly or something?” He asks, tone a little hostile now. Your eyebrows shoot up. First of all, because the question caught you off guard, but secondly, because the guy is actually stunning. Probably one of the top ten most attractive guys you’ve ever seen. (Wilbur is the first on that list, not that you’ll ever tell him that.) Either he’s asking to try and guilt trip you, or he’s just crazy. Maybe both. “What? No, no, I-” You start to say, but he cuts you off.

“Whatever. Just a large plain black coffee, then, for Ethan.” He says, taking his arms away from the counter and crossing them across his chest. You refrain from making a face. Who orders plain black coffee at 7:00PM? You try not to judge him, though, it is quite cold out. Maybe it’s just to warm himself up. “To stay.” He adds, and you nod, giving him a small smile. Nevermind on the ‘keeping warm’ thing, apparently. He doesn’t move, watching you, and you let out a soft sigh, checking in on Wilbur’s tea. It’s nearly done. 

After a minute of silence, the guy speaks up again. “You’re pretty, you know.” He says. You flinch, a little bit surprised. You hadn’t expected him to keep trying after you told him you didn’t want his number. 

“Thank you…” You say cautiously, a little relieved when Wilbur’s drink is finally finished. 

You pick up the mug and step back over to the counter, ducking under the counter to grab him a chocolate muffin from the display case as well. It’s become a little tradition by now, he tips you way too much and you give him a free muffin. 

“Will?” You call out, and you watch him perk up before closing his laptop before walking back over. You push over his tea and muffin and he rolls his eyes fondly, a little smile on his face. The other guy rolls his eyes and walks to one of the tables, keeping his eyes on you. “Thank you.” Wilbur says, pulling out his wallet and stuffing a bill into your tip jar. Then he lowers his voice and leans in. “Jesus, that guy seems like a dick.” He whispers, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb to the guy that just ordered. You wince. 

“Yeah.” You whisper back, pressing the tea into his hands. “Um, it’s okay, though. I mean, he’s probably just gonna, like, keep begging for my number.” You say with a shrug, choosing not to mention that he’s been watching you every night, then speak at your normal volume again. “Enjoy your drink.” You say, smiling gently. Wilbur nods, then looks back at the guy, squinting his eyes. 

“Yeah, thank you.” He says, still watching the guy. He looks back at you, smiles politely, and goes back to his spot. You start on a bit of mindless busywork as you wait for the guy’s coffee to finish brewing. 

You can’t help but sigh, rubbing your hands over your face. At least Wilbur is here, instead of being alone like you normally are. 

After a minute, the guy’s coffee is finished and you glance down at the hasty note you’d written so you would know what name to call out for him. “Um, Ethan?” You call out hesitantly, and the guy immediately beelines toward you. You set the coffee mug on the counter for him and force a smile. “Enjoy.” You tell him. He ignores the coffee and you shift uncomfortably as he drags his eyes down your body, and maybe you’re imagining it, but you’re pretty sure he licks his lips. You want to gag. Jesus Christ, this guy is so gross. “So, do you have a name?” He asks. “Doesn’t seem fair that you know mine and I don’t get yours.” He says, smirking. You’re a little confused, then realize you aren’t wearing your nametag. You purse your lips, about to respond, when he continues. “Oh, wait, I get it.” He says, laughing. “You’d prefer it if I just called you mine, hm?” He asks. You can’t hold it back this time, you actually grimace. He narrows his eyes. “Hey, don’t do that, sweetheart, smile.” He says, pouting like a child, and you shake your head. “You look so much prettier that way.” He tells you, huffing softly. 

“Dude, I already told you I don’t want your number.” You grumble, frustrated. “Do you not understand the meaning of the word no?” You ask, genuinely pissed off now. 

“You know, you’re very lucky that I’m a nice guy.” He says, sounding mad now, too. “Jesus Christ, you’re cute, but you have a terrible personality.” He complains. “Come on, sweetheart, lighten up. All I’m saying is that I think we’d go well together.” He says, leaning in over the counter and reaching for your hand. You pull away quickly and step back. “Don’t touch me.” You snap, and you hear a stool screech against the hardwood floor. You immediately look over and see Wilbur standing up, walking back over to the counter. He also looks mildly pissed off, and he puts a hand on the guy’s shoulder. “Back off man, they said no.” He says, shaking his head. “You could do better, anyway. I mean, look at them.” He says gesturing to you, and Ethan laughs. You frown, a little hurt by the comment, and you can already tell there are tears pricking in your eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, man. This chick is stuck up, anyway.” Ethan agrees after a moment, then shakes his head and gives you a scrutinizing look as he walks away, not taking his coffee with him. You hear the door ding again.

You slump slightly and put your face in your hands, and Wilbur makes a soft sympathetic sound. You can’t help but sniffle. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” Wilbur apologizes, reaching hesitantly over the counter and resting his hand on your shoulder. “I was just trying to get him to go away.” He says, sounding sad. 

You nod and try to wipe your tears away, looking at him again. Wilbur frowns. 

“Do you want to come sit with me?” He asks, a bit hesitant, and you nod. His hand drops away from your shoulder as you step to the side, walking out the little empty space and toward Wilbur. He opens his arms for you, a silent offer to comfort you, and you immediately step into his arms, wrapping your own tightly around him. He gently rubs your back as you look toward the door, frowning. You can see the guy standing at the window still. 

“He’s still out there.” You mumble, and Wilbur sighs. He pulls you closer. “Do you think you could close early? Would your boss get mad?” He asks. You think for a moment.

“I don’t know.” You admit. “She probably wouldn’t mind, but…” You trail off, and Wilbur lets out a breath. 

“Okay, well, let’s take a chance, okay?” He asks, tilting your head up to look at him. You nod. He lets go of you and you wipe your eyes again. “Is that the first time you’ve seen this guy?” Wilbur asks as he walks to the door of the cafe, flipping the sign to say ‘closed’. 

“Um, no.” You admit. “He’s been coming by every night for probably about a month. This is the first time he’s actually tried to make conversation with me, though. Usually he just sits in the corner with a laptop and stares at me.” You grimace slightly, pulling your work apron off and hanging it up on a hook. 

Wilbur scoffs. “Jesus, he’s crazy.” He mutters, and you laugh softly. Wilbur looks back at you. 

“Do you drive? I don’t see a car out there.” He says, and you watch the guy, Ethan, start pacing outside the window. You shake your head. “Um, no, I just walk.” You say, rubbing your arm. Wilbur hums thoughtfully, walking back over to you. You sigh and sit down on the ground, resting your back against the ordering counter. Wilbur joins you on the ground, mirroring your pose. 

“Do you just want to wait until he leaves? I can order you a Lyft…” Wilbur suggests, reaching his hand out and offering it to you. You accept, placing your hand in his. He squeezes your hand gently. 

“Yeah, that’s probably the best option.” You agree quietly. You look out the window, just watching as Ethan stands there. “He’s bound to get cold and leave eventually. It’s the middle of winter.” You say. “Plus, it’s dark out.” Wilbur nods in agreement. 

You sigh and lean your head against the counter. He squeezes your hand, and you squeeze him back. The two of you sit there in silence for God knows how long, probably at least twenty minutes before the guy gives up and storms off. Wilbur makes you stay an extra few minutes just to make sure he’s actually gone before you finish cleaning the place up so you can lock it for the night. 

“Are you okay?” Wilbur asks as the two of you step outside, his hand going to the small of your back and looking at you with a concerned expression. You clear your throat and nod. 

“Yeah, um, I am. Thank you for staying with me.” You say, looking down at the ground. Wilbur had already ordered a Lyft for you while you were waiting, and apparently your ride would be here soon. Wilbur sighed softly. 

“Okay.” He whispers, gently rubbing your lower back before pulling his hand away. He looks up at the sky, where snow is starting to fall lightly. He sneezes as a snowflake lands on his nose, and you giggle. He looks over at you, smiling fondly. You both look at each other for a moment before he sighs, then he opens his phone and shoves it toward you. You stare down at it, met with his contact information. “Could you text me when you’re home to let me know you’re safe?” He asks quietly. 

You blink, a little surprised, but you nod quickly. “Um, yeah, okay.” You agree, and a bit on the tension in his shoulders seems to slip away. You pull out your own phone and punch his contact information in, then go to the picture option. “Smile.” You tell him, pointing the camera at him. 

He smiles awkwardly, and you quickly snap the picture, saving his name as London Fog Guy. He peers over your shoulder and pouts. “You know my name.” He reminds you, and you nod. 

“I do.” You agree. You shut your phone off without changing it and stuff it in your pocket. You both stand there awkwardly for a moment before he clears his throat. 

“I’m glad you’re okay.” He says, offering a tired smile. You nod, kicking at a small pebble. Before you can change your mind, you reach for his hand again. 

“Thanks for staying.” You say. You see your Lyft pull up and Wilbur sighs. 

“Well, I guess I’ll see you next time I drop by for my tea.” He says, squeezing your hand and then letting it go. He opens the door to the Lyft so you can get in, but before you can shut it, he puts his hand on your chin and tilts it so you’re looking at him. Your face burns. “Remember to text me when you get home, okay?” He requests, voice quiet and a little concerned. Your expression softens. 

“Okay.” You agree, then look away again. Wilbur steps back and shuts the door, and you turn your head to look out the window as the Lyft driver starts the drive back to your house. You pull out your phone and look down at Wilbur’s contact information again, smiling gently. 

You hope you get to see him more often.

[fox-bright]

#though it IS fun to watch their faces when I say shit like 'when I was eight they told me if I was very very good now #I'd get to be white in the Celestial kingdom'

to put it mildly, HUH???????

Oh, man! So. It was once stated Doctrine (and is now just under-the-table doctrine) that the Mark of Cain was Black skin; that everyone of Black ethnicity was supposed to be enslaved, to work off the debt of Cain.

There's a whole bunch of scripture in the Book of Mormon about two purportedly Native American peoples, the Nephites and the Lamanites, who frequently were at odds. One civilization would gain righteousness and the other would lose it, typical adventure novel epic style bullshit--but the righteousness was marked, among other things, by the darkening or lightening of their skin. The darker skin, then, of the Native Americans in Joseph Smith's time, was used as justification for Mormons enslaving and massacring them.

This belief mutated, some, as Joseph Smith tuned the scriptures; eventually it was decided that there had been a war in heaven before any of us were born, and those of us who hewed to God's side from the start showed our righteousness on our skin and were born white. Everyone who had been less valiant could be marked by the various darknesses of theirs, and Black people were the very lowest of all, probably having sided with Satan for a while and then turned coat.

But righteous acts in life could make you paler, and while they'd never make you (the individual) white, they would lighten your family, so that hopefully in a few generations you'd be such a righteous family that only the most righteous souls were sent to be born in it, and all your grandchildren would be white.

This belief continued to be stated very baldly for a long time. In 1960, Church President Spencer W. Kimball said: "I saw a striking contrast in the progress of the Indian people today … they are fast becoming a white and delightsome people…For years they have been growing delightsome, and they are now becoming white and delightsome, as they were promised…The children in the home placement program in Utah are often lighter than their brothers and sisters in the hogans on the reservation."

So, big yikes, right?

I was born into the Church in Anaheim, CA in 1982, daughter of a FilAm woman and a white man, both of them converts, both of them also born and raised in California. We stayed there for the first few years of my life, and then moved to Arizona, where I grew up in a town that despite its mere 8k population could support multiple LDS church wards. Our attendance at church was only fitful until I turned eight, when my parents really buckled down about us getting there every Sunday. Eight years old is the Age of Accountability; that is, the time when you can be expected to have learned good from bad, and have the agency to decide which way to walk. While there's a lot of poison you'll take in as a Mormon kid before that age, it really ramps up after you're baptized at eight.

So it was when I was eight that I heard for the first time (though far from the last) that my choosing to accept baptism put me on the right path, and that if I continued to Choose the Right for all my life--that is, I stayed chaste, earned all my blessings through righteousness, married a returned missionary in a Temple marriage and bore him a quiverful of children, raised them in the knowledge of God and the Church, and eventually died as a good matriarch--then when I made it to the Celestial Kingdom (the highest of the LDS' tiered heavens), I would find myself remade. No longer would I have the mark of my Preexistence sin; I'd be washed clean. Blue-eyed. Blonde-haired. And skin as white as cream.

[nanamimizz]

tags: fem read, sfw, no warnings, religion mentioned @prettyboykatsuki for the idea!

synopsis: your love is god - what else would he pray to ?

It is known that Kunigami Rensuke hates interviews - when the game is over and the reporters rush to the sidelines, it’s almost comical how the 6ft man runs as far away as he can from the onslaught of microphones and cameras. Usually, he can usually throw his teammates under the rug and let those who enjoy the spotlight soak it up as he drinks his fill. If you were to ask Kunigami why he hates interviews he couldn’t give you a reason. He just doesn’t like them when his job is to play and represent his country on the international level not to answer questions that slowly but surely become invasive gossip. It isn’t what he was broken and remade to do but it seems today he can’t sneak off like he usually can - his teammates clabber onto him, tugging him back to the rounds of reports which look at him with eager eyes.

With one last glare to his team that only grinned from behind him, his eyes turned to meet the reporter in front of him - a nice-looking woman with dyed blonde hair and wide eyes.

“S-so Kunigami, you were great out there today! However, your fans have noticed that you have a rather unusual pre-game ritual - are you religious?” The question makes him do a double take and then blank. What on earth is she talking about? His hair had grown out again, it shadows his eyes and he assumed it makes his blank stare look like a glowering glare as the reporter swallows and explains herself.

“You see, um many fans have noticed that before you head to the field or when you are lined up you bring a necklace to your face and kiss it - this is more commonly found in catholic players and we are wondering if you are that sort of player?” Kunigami tilts his head, pondering over her words as his hand comes up to feel the object across his neck that is tucked under his jersey. He knows what she means, it must look like that from the outside and he can’t help but laugh under his breath about what it is he is truly doing.

“No, I’m not religious. What I am kissing is this,” he paused to untuck the object around his neck - a locket on a thick chain that he hopes he can trade out for something thinner down the line. A smooth silver locket, it doesn’t have much ornate engraving outside of the kanji for love on it. The idea of him kissing a cross makes him laugh - why would he be praying to something he does not know the validity of its existence, when he can believe in you instead.

His hands look huge in comparison to the dainty thing and he opens it with such care it’s baffling to see it from a man like him. The locket opens and inside are pictures of you from your third anniversary, you look beautiful like the sun. As Kunigami gazes at the picture of you he doesn’t recognize the fact that many others are on his face - his teammates shiver in both awe and in fear. Never before had they seen such a gentle expression on his face and it both left in awe yet frightened them.

“It's my girl, I wear it every game for luck. It’s worked so far.” Is all he says before he excuses him from the reports and begins his way to the locker rooms. He wants to shower and change, wants to go on his phone and hear about your day. The adrenaline has worn off and his bones ache.Swatting away his teammates that buzz around him like flies, clambering away asking question after question about you - When did you meet? How old are you? How long have you been together? All of it is an annoyance he lets drip down his back like water off a duck’s wing as he settles through his routine.

It isn’t until he gets to his phone does he smile the same way - soft and gentle at your text message. It reads - “help me pick which photo to put in the locket so we match.” Pictures from over the years; your graduation dinner, pictures from your friend’s wedding and his pictures from your third anniversary. He picks the latter and grins when you call him sweet.

Yeah, only for you and the love you share.