#i really miss him heavy - thank goodness for fanfics

[jay-wasstuff]

[smilesatdawnmain]

I bet you have so much to do with all your great au's and the fanfics and arts you make for them (they are always awesome by the way), but I was wondering if you are planing on writing the Untaken au sometimes in the future or if its going to be a fun idea but there is nothing big planned.

I hope you are happy and healthy. Take your breaks and have a nice day!

I am planning to, yes!! :D I’ve already started too. I just don’t know when I’ll post any fanfic stuff about it. I have written many many things for it however :3 hehe

And I’m happy to share a scene from it

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Note: since MK was never taken in the UnTaken Au, he would go back to being Xiaotian. (Nickname still being MK)

Taken Xiaotian however, would instead be named Xiaohua. (Nickname still being Xiaoxiao)

It was pitch dark out when Wukong’s eyes popped open, the sound of the door creaking open drawing him awake. Keeping still, he frowned at the ceiling. Mihou was still sound asleep beside him, pressing tightly to Wukong’s side with the King’s arm firmly around his waist. Keeping his mate secure, Wukong listened to shuffling, moving through the room slowly. He couldn’t see them, so they must have been smaller than the bed.

Positive it was one of his children, just not sure which one yet, he waited. He heard the laundry hamper being flipped, pushed against the bed so the child could use it as a stepping stool to make his way up onto the bed. Moving through the fluffy blankets they crawled. Their breath was heavy through their little nose, unaware they were being watched.

Wukong peeked down by his feet when he felt a little hand grab his foot above the covers. He could smell the child now as cinnamon overtook his senses; MK.

His smiles, reaching down to brush his fingers to the toddler's head. MK was startled, jumping a little when he realised his Dada was awake. Immediately MK was nuzzling against his Father’s hands, his wet cheeks evident against his palm.

Wukong’s thumb brushed to MK’s cheek in the dark, his voice soft. “What’s wrong, bud?”

“B-Bad dream.” the child whimpered

“Oh,” Wukong frowned. He patted his chest to draw MK closer to lay against him, “We can’t have that now. C’mere.” MK was quick to scamper up to his chest and nuzzle against his fur. Wet eyelashes closed, cooing.

Wukong rubbed his boy’s back, soothing his little one. He kissed the top of his head, lifting the blanket to cover them both. “Such a brave Monkey Kid.” he murmured. It didn’t take long for MK’s breathing to slow, his little chest rising up and down as he slipped into sleep. Wukong smiled, drifting back into sleep himself.

A few hours later Xiaohua was kicking down the door, a bundle of beheaded fluff. “Xiaotian is missing!” he screeched. He paused when MK’s head snapped upward from his Father’s chest, fur messy and eyes wide. Xiaohua’s mouth fell open in absolute SHOCK!

“Good morning, Xiaoxiao.” Wukong purred. Next to him, Mihou’s head was lifting drowsily, eyes inconsistently blinking.

“Huh…?” he grumbled

“Sleep over?!” Xiaohua demanded. He patted his little chest, clearly left out of such a fun event. “Without Xiaoxiao?!”

Mihou blinked, too tired to really form any words, and just buried his face back into Wukong’s shoulder. He tugged on Wukong’s tail with his own for his mate to deal with this situation.

“Gee thanks.” Wukong frowned at him. He gestured for Xiaohua to calm down, “It’s okay buddy, MK just had a bad dream so he came here. You can come join us right now?” he offered, patting beside him.

He could see the top of Xiaohua’s little head at the end of the bed, heatedly walking back and forth. Grumbling and on the verge of a tantrum. “Xiaoxiao is peeved! Peeved I tell you!” The child declared.

MK and Wukong glance at each other, sinking a bit further into the mattress to try and flatten themselves, hoping if they disappeared maybe they could avoid the wrath of the jealous Xiaohua.

[ash5monster01]

Air Supply

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, some language, just plain cute

Summary: You’ve never really liked Rafe but a short car ride and a few accidental touches might have you thinking you’ve got him wrong this entire time. (Rafe fanfics are always him being mega dominant or just bad behavior in general and I wanted to give him something gentler because Rafe is so misunderstood and just wants someone to be proud of him :( so enjoy)

Word Count: 1567

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Rafe Cameron was evil. Always had been. Everyone knew that, he harassed kids at school, the country club, and anywhere else he could. You weren’t fond of people who had no justifiable reason to be so cruel. Rafe also had everything handed to him on a silver platter. No use being cruel to people just because they didn’t have the same life surrounded by daddy’s money.

You worked at the country club to pay the bills, get you off the cut, and make a life for yourself. Rafe worked at the country club because Daddy told him it would look good on his resume. You were two different people and you were the only person in the country club you wouldn’t let Rafe walk all over. Everyone has struggles, there is no use making life harder than it already was, so if anyone got in your way you wouldn’t let it happen.

So with your hearty work ethic, and bitter attitude towards Rafe, you hated slow days at work. The country club was built for sunny days spent by the pool, tall cool drinks in hand. But today the clouds opened up and poured buckets to the ground. You had already gotten wet covering the pool, and now there wasn’t a single soul in the country club which led your boss to let most of you go for the day. So now you were angry because of the weather and the money you’d be missing out on. It also didn’t help you lived in the other side of the island and had to walk home.

With your hood pulled tightly over your head and all your belongings wrapped in a plastic bag, you let out a quick huff of air before walking out into the crazy weather. You were already soaked through by the time you reached the entrance of the club and you knew you’d be frozen by the time you got home. To make matters worse, Rafe’s truck slowed beside you, the hum of his passenger window rolling down filling the air as he looked at you.

“Here to gloat about the fact you have Daddy’s truck and I don’t?” you snipped, not in the mood to defend yourself. He was silent for a moment, a look on his face like he couldn’t decide on what to do.

“As fun as that sounds I’m actually offering a ride” he finally spoke and your jaw dropped for only a second as he responded.

“This feels like a trap” you spoke, the rain dripping down your cheeks.

“It’s not, I just don’t want to cover your shift when you call in sick tomorrow” he said and you sighed as you thought about it. As terrible as riding with Rafe sounded, you knew he was probably right about getting sick. You still had a long way ahead of you.

“Fine, thank you” you grumbled as you tugged the door open and smacked against the seat with your heavy wet clothes.

“Here” Race reached into his backseat and pulled out a towel and a hoodie.

“I can’t promise they’re clean but they are dry” you pressed out a smile as you pulled the wet hoodie off, dropping it to your feet. Realizing your shirt was also soaked through you pulled it off as well, the bikini top underneath just slightly damp. You pulled Rafes hoodie over your head and used the towel to dry your legs and hair.

“You’re freaking me out” you spoke as you now used the towel as a makeshift blanket, a slight shiver to your stature.

“What? I can’t practice chivalry once in a while?” he asked, his long ringed finger pushing your seat heater on.

“Just not a look I’m used to on you” you muttered still unsure if you should trust him. Rafe had never been kind to you but he also was never too mean, and you always figured he wasn’t since he knew you’d stand up for yourself.

Slowly silence filled the vehicle, the only noise being the low hun of the radio which you were surprised to see was playing a classics radio. You never would’ve figured Rafe for the type but you liked it. The music seemed like a softer side of him you might never get to see. You always hoped he had something gentle about him considering he lucked out with his looks. Yeah Rafe was a dick, but he was also hot and that sucked. He could piss you off but he still had a face you would kiss.

Your thoughts were interrupted as Every Morning by Sugar Ray started on the radio. A perfect beach song from the 90s and despite the shitty weather the song was still a feel good song. So without a thought you reached out to turn the radio up, but at the same time Rafe did too. Your hands bumped together, and electric shock jolting through you. Your heart doubled in speed, because no way a slight touch from Rafe Cameron could make you feel like that.

“Sorry” Rafe offered as he finally turned the song up. Maybe you two weren’t as different as you thought.

“You like Sugar Ray?” you asked, not bothering with his lame apology.

“I surf and live near a beach. We all like Sugar Ray” you giggled lightly, your response bringing a smile to his face.

“Okay, guilty pleasure surf song then” you pointed at him, shifting your body to face his own.

“Soak Up the Sun by Sheryl Crow” this response brought a belly laugh out of you which widened the grin on his face.

“Classic, mine would have to be Island in The Sun by Weezer” you told him and he nodded as he accepted this answer.

“That is also a great one, I’ll give it to you Y/N. Didn’t think you were the type of girl to enjoy stuff like that” you furrowed your eyebrows, now curious what he actually thought of you.

“What kind of girl did you take me for?” you found yourself asking, curious as to what he could’ve made of you.

“A hard ass” you snorted slightly, resulting in his lips to twitch into a small grin. “You work your ass off at the club, and I remember you being crazy smart in school. I always figured you were just to preoccupied to enjoy things like Weezer”

“Yeah well I didn’t think you were the type either” you told him and he chuckled as he pulled into your neighborhood. You were surprised he knew where you lived, but decided not to ask questions.

“This ride wasn’t the horror movie I expected” you told him and he turned to smile at you, the hoodie of his pooled around you like a blanket.

“Actually, me too” he said pushing the car into park. The rain still clambered heavily down onto the vehicle but the heavy air between you two was less right now. Almost like there was a sense of understanding settling around you both.

“I don’t do this often so please don’t be weird about?” you spoke and he gave you a confused look. Then suddenly you were leaned across the center counsel and giving him a hug. “Thank you for the ride”

“Anytime” his large hand rested on your back and you pulled away to give him a small smile. Suddenly you realized you had never been this close to him before, your breath getting caught in your throat as you looked at him. Out of all the things that could’ve happened today you didn’t expect this.

In a moment of courage Rafe lifted his other hand the your wet hair and moved your mouth to his, humming in satisfaction as he breathed you in like his air supply. The sensation made your eyes flutter shut as you gripped the front of his shirt, tugging him closer to you. Once he realized you were into the kiss as much as he was the hand on your back wrapped around to pull you flush to him. Slowly he bit your lip, your mouth parting which he used to stick his tongue inside, exploring you as much as you’d let him.

The electric feeling from when you touched hands tingled through every part of you and you realized your friendly hug had led you to making out with Rafe like stupid teenagers for the hell of it. Yet the way he was currently making you feel made it all worth it as his hands explored your body, warming you in all the ways you couldn’t. The only thought on your mind being you wished it would rain more often from now on. Slowly you broke apart of air, your chests heaving against each other as you realized the magnetic pull between you.

“Thanks again for the ride” you breathed and he nodded, lips swollen, and cheeks flushed.

“Yeah, thank you” you giggled lightly at his flustered response and you grabbed your bag and wet clothes from down by your feet.

“Never knew I could make Rafe Cameron blush” you quipped as you tossed the towel against his chest, snapping him a bit out of his daze.

“I’m not blushing” he defended as you pushed open the door. Giggling you smacked a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before hopping out into the rain.

“Don’t worry, it’s cute”

[ilovebubblegum]

Becoming Mrs. Miller {Part 1: Meeting Sarah} (Joel Miller x Reader)

Pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: mostly fluff, short smut, use of (y/n) (lmk if i missed any)

Summary: You and Joel have been keeping your relationship as a secret from Sarah. It’s been a few months and you want to meet Sarah but Joel doesn’t like the idea.

Words count: 1.5k

A/N: Hi! I’m not a native English speaker so I’m sorry if I have grammar mistakes or the sentences come up unnatural, and it’s also my first time writing fanfic, please be nice and I'm open for suggestions, I want to be better in writing. I’ve always loved writing but some people told me I'm bad at it, but I want to give it another try, I hope you enjoy it.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

The room was dark and it was full of you and Joel’s heavy breathing. 

“Fuck Joel, that feels so good.” 

You reached Joel’s hand on your hip while he was thrusting fast and deep inside you from behind. He hissed and you could feel his moves were getting messy. (Yes, I’m writing this imagining that scene from Narcos S2 ep 3 lol)

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum. Where do you want me to cum?”. 

“Inside, please.” You were on birth control so you didn’t care.

He groaned as you felt a warm feeling from his cum painting your walls. He pulled you to his chest and kissed your neck. You shifted to face him, both of your hands cupped his cheeks and kissed him. 

“So, when will you introduce me to Sarah?”

“Uhm..I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Joel held your wrists that were cupping his cheeks.

Your face showed disappointment and pulled away from him. You took your clothes that were laying on the floor, started dressing up and got ready to leave.

“Baby..” Joel frowned and called you.

Apparently, Joel has been proposing Sarah to have a sleepover at her friend’s every Friday night, telling her he’s working overtime so that you can have a private time with him. You understood his choice to keep your relationship secret but it has been 7 months and you started doubting him.

You let out a sigh and said, “Joel, we’ve been keeping our relationship as a secret. We only see each other when Sarah isn’t around. Mostly Friday nights in your bedroom. I feel like you’re only using me as a fuck buddy not your girlfriend. I want a serious relationship. I’m not a prostitute. I know you love Sarah so much and you don’t want to hurt her feelings. I understand, I do. But I love you, Joel. Do you?”

“I love you too, baby. But..” 

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7 months ago

It was late at night, you were on your way home from a girl’s night out and suddenly your car broke down.

“No, no, no , no!” You yelled and went out of your car to see what was happening to your car. Not knowing anything about cars, you tried to open the hood. You only stood there, stared at your car, and put your hands on your hip. You tried calling your dad.

“Of course, he’s probably asleep.” You scoffed.

Not long after that, there was a truck stopped behind your car. You were scared someone might kidnap you but you were also hoping that someone might come and help you.

A man getting off the truck and walking towards you. He was handsome, average height, muscly, brown hair and facial hair. He was masculine and you couldn’t deny that he was your type.

“Need help with that?”  The man asked.

“Uhm.. yes. I don’t really know about cars so I have no idea what to do.” You scratched your head.

“Let me see..” The man held your car hood and looked at your car’s machine. You stood there beside him, watching whatever he did, and a few minutes later he fixed your car.

“Can you try startin’ your car for me?” He faced you and asked.

“Yeah, sure.” You went to the driver’s seat and started your car.

“It works!” You tapped the steering wheel and smiled happily. You walked out of your car and walked to the man. 

“Thank you for helping me. I’m (y/n). I, uh, I haven’t got your name.” You reached out your hand to give him a handshake.

He shook your hand, “Joel.”

“Uhm..What can I do to repay your kindness?” You asked shyly.

“Uhm..Coffee?” He chuckled.

You laughed, “Coffee it is. But it’s late. I doubt there’s a coffee shop that still opens. Can I get your number and buy you a coffee when you’re free?”

“Sure.” He took out his phone and you exchanged numbers.

The two of you have been hanging out since and fell in love.

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“But what? Are you embarrassed of me? If you don’t see our relationship further, then maybe this is it. I’m done. I can’t keep doing this when I know there isn’t a future for both of us.” You started tearing up and walked out the house.

As you were holding the handle of the front door, you heard Joel running down the stairs.

“Baby, wait.” Joel grabbed your wrist to stop you from leaving. 

Tears streamed down your face as you faced him. You can see from his face that he was angry at himself for making you cry. 

He cupped your cheeks and said, “I’m sorry. I was wrong. I’m just scared.”

“Scared of what?” You held his wrist and looked him through his eyes.

“I have never been in a relationship after Sarah’s mom left. I just don’t know how Sarah would think if I tell her I have a girlfriend. I’m scared she might hate you.” 

“Joel, I’ll be fine. If she hates me then I’ll go. But we don’t know. There might be chances that she’ll like me. You don’t know that.”

“You’re right, baby. Well, do you want to meet her tomorrow? I’m picking her up at 10 so maybe we can have lunch together, here? I’ll cook.” Joel smiled.

“Sure, I’ll be here by 12.” You gave him a peck on the cheek and he pulled you closer and hugged you.

“I’m sorry and I love you, baby. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The next morning, you woke up, took a shower, and put on some makeup. After a long time of dilemma choosing which sundress to wear, you decided to wear a white sundress with a yellow floral pattern so that you look nice and friendly. You grabbed your purse and were ready to meet Sarah.

You rang the Miller’s house doorbell. Joel opened the door.

“Hey, you look amazing.”  He gave you a light kiss.

“Thank you.”

You walked in the house and you could smell the delicious meal that Joel had cooked for lunch.

“Sarah! I have someone I want you to meet.” Joel shouted.

“Coming!” Sarah ran down the stairs as her dad called her.

“Hi! (y/n), it’s great to finally meet you. My dad told me a lot about you.” Sarah greeted you with a smile.

“Hi Sarah! Nice to meet you too. Your dad bragged a lot about you. I heard you’re really smart.” You gave Joel a smirk and side eye. 

“Oh, really dad? But yes, I am smart.” Sarah joked. You and Joel laughed.

“Okay, I’m starving. Let’s eat!” Joel invited you to the dining room.

The three of you ate, talked, joked, laughed and enjoyed each other’s company. 

“I didn’t know you’re a great cook Miller.” You said as you shoved another bite to your mouth.

“Well, I got help from Sarah.” Joel looked and smiled at Sarah and she chuckled.

“So, has he proposed?” Sarah asked and looked at you.

You looked at Joel, confused, not expecting this question from Sarah.

“Uhmm..” Joel didn’t know what to say.

“I know you guys have been dating for some months now. I’m not that stupid, dad. I know you’ve been asking me to have a sleepover at Becca’s because you want to go on a date.” 

“Oh!” You were amused and made eye contact with Joel.

“You knew about us the whole time?” Joel was shocked about Sarah knowing.

“Yeah, dad. I was waiting for you to introduce (y/n) to me. I’m glad I’m meeting her now. I think you’re cool, (y/n).”

“Wow, thank you, Sarah. I’ll take that as a compliment.” You smirked at Joel.

“So, are you going to be my mom soon?” Sarah asked.

You and Joel were speechless. 

“Soon.” Joel held your hand and smiled shyly as he couldn’t hide his happiness.

You knew he was joking since you have been together for a short time but you couldn’t hide the feelings of butterflies in your stomach.

After lunch, Sarah went to her room. Joel washed the dishes and you hugged him from behind. 

“See? She likes me. Mission success.” You whispered to Joel’s ear.

“I’m sorry I doubted you, baby.” Joel faced you as he turned off the faucet.

“Uh-huh, I’m gonna make her like me more than she likes you, Miller.” You teased Joel as you went closer to his face. 

“I love you so much, Mrs. Miller.” Joel teased you back and boop your nose with his index finger.

“That’s wet.” You scrunched and wiped your nose. Joel threw his head back and laughed as he wiped his hands on his jeans. 

“Do you like the name?” Joel asked and cupped your cheeks.

“Of course. It sounds cute. Mrs. Miller. I like that.” You looked through his puppy eyes and kissed him deeply.

To be continued...

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[sugoi-writes]

Scream Machine - Part 3 (An Alastor x Reader fanfic)

A/N: Sorry for the delay on this part! I was really tossed up on whether or not to have smut in this part... I decided no smut on this part. Can't rush to the good part! The next should be VERY very steamy, though! This is a strictly - plot heavy part. Haha

No major warnings! Please enjoy!

True to his word, Alastor had sent help your way. A chaste knock came to your door, and you opened it to a small horde of black and white minions, inky and oblong. The stitches that held their forms together were groteque, hardly holding the poor bastards together as you saw frays and tears... It appeared these were sinners bound to Alastor's whim. And Alastor seems to work them nearly to their second deaths. You shuddered but gave them a courteous smile as you allowed the entities inside. Wordlessly, they started to collect your belongings, you having neatly prepared them.

" I uhh-- I have a cab? I don't know if y'all can understand me, but we can load everything up when it gets here--" You jumped as a static, shrill sound erupted from behind you, followed by a low, monotone hum. The sound reminded you of a lightsaber, making you hopeful that this was something benevolent (silly, maybe, but a sinner could dream). Slowly, you turn towards the sound, only to be met by a gold-rimmed portal. Your eyes were wide with disbelief, as the ominous steps of the Hazbin Hotel looked back at you from the other side.

"Oh-- well, I guess-- I guess this is fine?" You were a little nervous, unsure if this portal was Alastor's doing, or someone else's. The gold immediately made you think of the Morningstars, but you weren't sure if that should be comforting or terrifying. Continuing in silence, Alastor's henchman began heaving your things through the portal. You were relieved, mentally… Had you had all of your belongings from Earth, this process would have taken MUCH longer; especially if you were by yourself. You helped with the little bits that were left over, stepping cautiously through the portal with your final piece of luggage. Once you set yourself on the steps of the hotel, the golden portal closed behind you. You swallowed hoarsely, nerves wavering as you started to ascend. Was this truly a good idea? And was your decision... rushed?

The money? A heavenly perk. A free place to live, with free amenities and services? Excellent! But… the man holding the other end of the chain… Alastor. That was the only catch to this whole arrangement...

How would he treat this situation, based off of your tryst in the alleyway, just hours before? Should you pretend that it never happened? Should you be expecting more of the 'unexpected' from him? Should you have so hastily agreed to come to this place?

Your mind was racing with possibilities and dismay as the doors to the hotel slammed open. You narrowly missed the golden bellhop's cart as it came barreling down the stairs, carrying two riled up passengers. Once at rock bottom, you saw a tall, vivacious spider demon and a petite, spunky cyclops demon. As both dusted themselves off, they laughed breathlessly, wiping tears from their eyes.

"Fuck, you should've-- you should've seen the look on your face, Ange!" came the smaller one, one that you had realized to be upcoming heavy-hitter: Cherry Bomb. Her partner in crime elbowed her playfully, adjusting his clothes and hair," Watch it, sugar tits! Your heart almost fell right outta your ass when we ran over--"

And suddenly, the pair had noticed you, shakily picking yourself up as you groaned. Angel fretted, his hands fanning the air frivolously before coming to your side," Shit-- sorry, sweetheart. Here-- I gotcha." You nodded, taking the help as you were hoisted to your feet. Cherry seemed practically unphased, looking to her nails before back at you," You alright, squirt?"

You felt your face heat up, convinced that you were most likely older than she was," I-I'm fine, thanks… I assume you two are here for me?" Angel laughs, patting you on the back," Yeaaaaaah, sorry 'bout that. We got told by Boss Lady that we had a sudden new recruit. Welcome aboard, toots." Uncharacteristically, the spider demon extends a hand towards you, winking," 'names Angel. I'm assuming you've got one?" You took his hand, a gesture that made your confidence come back, smiling broadly as you shook it. After all you heard about this pornstar, he was… surprisingly courteous? Not that pornstars tended to be assholes, but you hadn't expected to be welcomed to a place in Hell so… normally? Warmly?

Angel repeats the name back to you once you say it, nodding resolutely," The babe back there is my friend, Cherry. We'll help you get your bags upstairs and to your room." You bow your head towards the two, grateful that it wouldn't just be you and the wordless lackies," Thank you. 'Much appreciated. And, good to meet you. I've got to admit, you're the nicest people I've met here so far… This hotel must really be something." Angel cackles, the slap to your back stinging sharply as Cherry laughs right along with him.

" Oh shit-- if you think we're nice, wait until you meet The Pants. She's like-- like THE Disney princess!" Cherry nods hastily, adding," Right? Practically a nut case from how nice she is… But hey: she'll keep a good eye out for ya. I should know." You get the sense that Cherry would have winked, but that would prove difficult for her. You snorted, trying not to laugh at the blatant joke.

"Gotcha, gotcha… good to know that the rumors about her are true…" You followed the pair up the full flight of stairs, a more eager pep in you step as you took in the interior of the lobby. Your eyes blew widely as you took in the extravagant decor, blinking as the lights of the elegant chandelier twinkled in your eyes. So, this would be your new home? It was certainly lavish… something you were a-okay with. You soon took note of the bar, nodding towards it," Y'all have a bar? Nice! I'll have to get a drink soon--"

The anthropomorphic cat demon, the barkeep, made you take pause, causing you to squint," Wait-- Husk? Oh, Husk! You were the Bari-sax, right? I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to thank you for having me in your ensemble tonight!"

You started to make your way over towards the feline demon, his eyes momentarily coming up to look to you. He nodded towards you, tilting his head shortly after," Yeah, you're that kid from the speakeasy, right?" …why must everyone refer to you as a child? You mental strife was cut short by the seemingly nonchalant bartender.

"You' here for this redemption-shenanigans, too?" he drawled, leaning on the countertop as he nursed a half empty bottle of spirits. You winced, eyelid twitching," Actually, uhh… I guess I work here, now? I was hired on for entertainment, so I guess we'll be seeing each other around more." Husk's ears pinned back, eyes widening as his voice dropped impossibly low," …please tell me you were hired by Charlie. Charlie's lady friend?" Before you could speak, a familiar shadow figure appeared to your right.

"Actually, I had scouted this darling jazz player myself!" Your shoulders tensed as Alastor rested a hand there, your face instantly becoming heated from the touch.

" Husker! Surely you've met my new friend here, hmm?" Husk's eyes sharpen, a clear sadness written across his face," Not much yet, nah… I should've guessed you'd've gotten to them first," he nearly spat, disappointment flashing your way. You had little room for rebuttal as Alastor's grin grew larger, leaning in towards the two of you. The Radio Demon was positively teeming with excited, demented energy. For now, he decided to let Husk's tone go, turning his attention back towards you. Husk did not miss the wicked glint in his owner's eyes, warning him gravely about his misstep silently.

"Dear, was your trip over quite alright? Let me tell you, getting the King of Hell to conjure that portal was no easy feat~" Angel Dust and Cherry looked to one another as Alastor rambled, sending you a questioning look before they continued their way down the hall. Presumably, they were heading towards your room. You didn't mind, waving them goodbye silently as they continued. Not wanting to get off to a rocky start, you refocused your attention to the curious Radio Demon.

"It was helpful, thank you. Moving was a piece of cake. Are uhh-- are your little guys alright? That was a lot of stuff to move--" Alastor pulls you into his side, his arm looped around your shoulder. You blinked, and the henchman all vaporized, disappearing," NONSENSE, dear! They've been subjected to much worse horrors than that, I can assure you! Don't worry your pretty little head about such menial things~" You were given an uncharacteristically warm pat on the head… again, like a child. A part of your felt a tinge of disappointment, worried that the alleyway must have really been a one-off situation.

"R-Right… well, thank you, nonetheless. I assume that I should follow those two to find my room? And tour will come once I'm settled in?" Husk rolled his eyes as Alastor laughed, his frequency filled with the delight of a live studio audience," Heavens, no! We must show you around the rest of the hotel first! After all, we wouldn't want you stuck in you room all night with no idea where to go!" You felt Alastor nudge you with his cane, ushering you to walk with him as he began your tour. Husk couldn't help the look of worry he sent your way, as you waved to him apologetically. Surely, you'd have plenty of time to catch up with him later, right? …Right?

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Twenty minutes had passed, before Charlie and Vaggie came through the front doors, carrying groceries and other items for this evening's dinner," Oh, shit!!! That took so much longer than I thought! They should be here by now!" Charlie panicked, running a pale hand through her long locks.

Vaggie looks towards the bar to the snoozing feline, knocking on the counter aggressively," Hey!! Did you see the new sinner come in recently?" Husk woke up with a start, nearly knocking an empty bottle off the counter," Uhhgh… yeah, I did. You can thank Alastor for the 'grand tour'… he's already makin' off with them down the hall…" Vaggie seemed to become nervous, trudging towards the direction you were last seen. Charlie is quick to stop her, holding her firmly by the shoulders.

"Babe, we need to find the newcomer. There's no telling what sort of bullshit and terror he's showing them right now. What if he tries roping them into some twisted deal--???"

"Relax, Vaggie! This is one of the first times he's taken an interest in helping one-on-one! Plus, he was the one that recruited them! This is a good step in the right direction for him!" Chalie proudly brings a hand to her heart, sighing dreamily as she looks down the hallway," The hotel may finally be growing on him… He hasn't given a tour since Dad came to the Hotel. Surely this is a good thing! We have to trust that Alastor will show and tell them all the nice, important things! And we can always go find them later, when dinner is ready. And be supportive, if they have a lot of questions."

Vaggie, ever a softy for her love, becomes smitten by her positivity. She takes her hand chastely in her own, nodding," Alright… in that case, let's at least be sure that dinner is perfect. Just in case."

Charlie's eyes well up with exaggerated, animated tears, as if she were fresh from a Ghibli film. Soon after, the lovers leave together to tend to the dinner prep, as Husk returns his throbbing head to the countertop.

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By this point, you had been to most every floor but your own, assuming that Alastor's abode wouldn't be too far behind. You look Alastor's way, scratching the back of your neck," Sooo… This is… This is a really nice place. Thank you for having me here and paying me… and all." Alastor tilts his head, quirking a thin brow your way," Oh, don't thank me just yet! You will still have to earn your keep, after all!" You huff, a bit of the nervous energy rolling off your chest. If it came down to blowing the house down, you were confident you could do that," Of course… wouldn't want it any other way."

As the two of you rounded the corner, you were met with a long, expansive corridor. On either end, there sat two opposing rooms: one door was made from a heavy metal, with an "On Air" sign hovering just above. You assumed this to be Alastor's room. At the other end, you saw a finely carved mahogany door, adorned with ornate flourishes of red and gold. Surely, Lucifer's. You looked back towards Alastor, laughing nervously," Aha… I guess you two must be close, huh? You and the Big-Man-Downstairs…?" Somehow, you thought that the Radio Demon being buddy-buddy with Lucifer would be troubling. Say or do one wrong thing, and you'd have the full wrath of the nine hells down your gullet. Alastor scowls, shaking his head despite his wide, misleading smile.

"Oh, Hells no! We couldn't be more opposed, I'm afraid. However, we agree in one front, and one alone." He looks towards you, a somewhat proud look in his eye," This hotel; his Hazbin Hotel that Ms. Charlie has spawned. Though I believe the path to redemption to be a perilous one, IMPOSSIBLE at best… She has very fascinating ideas. Ideas that keep me entertained, and her father proud... ideas that we can't help but want to make happen." Alastor looks towards his studio," And, one that we all seem to gain from, all the same. So... we have a sort of ceasefire in place, in the meantime." He offers you an arm, brows raising earnestly.

"But, before I get too carried away… shall I show you to your quarters?" You blink in surprise, looking around," Am… am I on this floor, too?" Alastor's grin is telling, mischievous and wide. "You did request to have your room close to mine, did you not?" You felt your heart squeeze at the realization. Maybe he did take you, and what the two of you did earlier, seriously. You decided to take his arm, allowing him to walk you towards his end of the hallway," Well, I appreciate you taking that into account. I hope you didn't have to pull too many strings to make that happen." Alastor chuckles, rolling his eyes.

"Oh hardly; it was easy enough! But I did pull a leg or two. Lucifer's, specifically. You would be surprised how easy it is to trip the King of the Hells down a flight of stairs~" Your eyes widened, your face aghast," I-Is he alright?"

Alastor's laugh nearly makes him double over, free hand clutching his sides," Oh, you sweet, precious thing! Lucifer has wings… he only tumbled down the first 5 steps~" You smiled genuinely as Alastor put himself into stitches at his own childish behavior," Oh, but the goose egg that swelled on his head! Now THAT was priceless! Classic entertainment!"

You wiggled your brows up at him, waving to get his attention," You know, make him fall down an extra 661 steps… and I hear he'd end up in DOUBLE hell…"

The two of you looked at each other silently for a moment, before laughing in unison. Alastor was quick to squeeze you closer to him, making your heart flutter in your chest. You had found yourself clever. Alastor simply found Lucifer's pain and bodily torment hilarious.

"Now see, I KNEW you'd be the PERFECT addition to this hotel! I hadn't known you took up comedy, too!" You feel your cheeks heat up at the compliments and goading, your head feeling light as you both finally appeared before your new room. You tried brushing his comments off, but they made your heart flutter all the same...

Just as you were going to reach for the knob, Alastor released your arm, allowing you to take the initiative. Once you had opened the door, you were surprised to see everything already inside, your room lightly furnished," Wow… Angel and Cherry work fast. Either that, or time flies when you're having fun." You look back towards Alastor again, spinning to face him fully.

"I just-- Thank you again for the opportunity, and the tour. I really appreciate everything you've done to get me here." Alastor's smile seems to soften a touch, eyes lidding," Don't fret, dear. Anyone who is a friend of mine is a friend to this hotel. You would have been welcome here, regardless of our little arrangement." Your eyes widened at that, your head tilting," Despite… our arrangement?" Alastor nods, gesturing towards your door. The word 'friend' was most definitely used, but you had yearned for something more... endearing. Your slight disappointment was cut off as Alastor spoke once more.

"Before I leave you to your bidding… may I enter? I'd like to further discuss what we agreed upon." You felt your heartbeat quicken, your palms becoming sweaty as you hesitated. Oh boy… here comes the business; the transactional part of things. And oddly enough, you felt a familiar heat travel south... the two of you, secluded and alone? This could become interesting for both of you...

"O-Of course… come on in." You stepped away from the door, allowing your newfound patron to enter to your room. You didn't even notice his shadow slinking up the door, locking it from the inside.

[tojixz]

Masterlist

Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem!Reader

Notes: Part two done! I really didn't think part one of this simple fanfic would engage so much, I was so happy! I'm very happy that several people liked it and I hope to continue with more stories here. Also, I am new to Tumblr, so I am learning my way around the platform, so please be patient; but if you want to send me any requests or writing ideas about Avatar, feel free! I will try to elaborate and do a good write-up for you. In advance, THANK YOU VERY MUCH 💕💕

Summary: Another lovely day with the Sully family! Jake desperately chasing after the little rascals that are his children plus his pregnant wife to deal with.

Warnings: A little bit of anguish, but it is rewarded afterwards!

Word Count: 2,4k

Sa'nok (n) - Mom Tìyawn (n) - Love

Oel ngati kameie (n) - I see you

Part one | Part three

You awoke early that morning, feeling ready to make a productive day of it. Stretching, you got up from the hammock and looked around, missing the presence of your companion, who by the looks of it began his work as head of the Omatikaya Clan early in the morning. You are somewhat saddened to wake up away from Jake's body heat, missing his big arms around you and his loving kisses all over your face. But you have gotten used to it, after all it was a necessary evil.

Standing up, you observed your children still sleeping in a deep slumber. The clan started their activities early in the day, when the sun was just beginning to rise, but you thought it unnecessary to wake your children that early, then you go do what needs to be done while they stay in the tent resting. That is until Jake came to them and got them out of bed to start their day's activities.

While still looking at the sleeping children, her eyes fixed on Lo'ak for a moment. He was having little spasms in his sleep, probably because of some dream he had been having. You let out a small laugh at this; Lo'ak was usually agitated even in his sleep. His brothers complained about how he disturbed them with his nocturnal mumblings or kicks that they were liable to get because they were close.

After standing still for long enough, you finally got ready and left the tent.

A few months had passed, so your belly was very swollen at this point. You felt heavy and sluggish, but you smiled widely every time you felt your little baby kick your belly, which wasn't the case today since he was probably also sleeping like his other siblings.

As you walked a bit, you met up with some elders who greeted you respectfully. You asked if there was anything you could help with and, as expected, you were assigned something simple. Picking fruit and herbs for the clan's food preparation.

You didn't really mind doing simple tasks, you just didn't like being treated like a fragile piece of glass just because of your pregnant state. It wasn't uncommon for pregnant Na'vi women to help hunt with the others (only in simpler hunts in this case), so it wouldn't be out of the ordinary for you to help.

You loved hunting, it made you feel useful to your clan and to your family, not to mention that others appreciated your help. You were a very good hunter, if not one of the best. You were agile and very good with the bow, being one of the main people in the clan to have exceptional aim, so being away from these activities misses you.

The main person to somehow force you not to hunt is none other than, himself, your faithful companion, Jake Sully.

He was already extremely protective of you in the early stages of pregnancy, but now that your belly was huge and you tired more easily, he protected you from even the most harmless creatures of Pandora.

Honestly, you were angry with him for it. Sometimes his constant protection was suffocating and made you feel like a child. But more childish is Jake and his stubbornness. No matter how much you argued, you would always be at square one of 'No hunting at all'.

Sighing, you settled for going after the items necessary for food preparation. At least that gave you a calming stroll with only your own presence among the flora of Pandora.

Jake had been searching for a family member for some time.

He went into his shared tent to, as usual, wake up his children to start the day. In the process he expected to find you and sprinkle you with kisses since he was unable to do that when he left the tent earlier.

However, the only thing he came across was the deadly silence of the environment and the stillness of the surroundings.

This was not normal. It definitely was not.

Their children didn't disappear like that. Even if they woke up before he arrived to wake them up, they usually stayed at home helping you with something or just enjoying themselves before Jake dragged them out.

But that wasn't the case today. There was no one in the tent, not even you.

This made your stomach turn and a bitter feeling settle in your throat. Nothing bad had happened, right?

The kids could have just gone out to play without waiting for him to arrive and you must have gone to do something. Yes, that's definitely it.

But even if it is, Jake was unable to stop the worry bubbling up inside him and the present despair he plunged into. Jake turned on his heels and hurried out of the tent in search of his children or you, whichever it was.

As he walked through the clan, Jake stopped the first person who appeared in front of him and began frantically asking questions in search of answers.

"Änsit! Oh my God, help me", Jake made the woman who was walking calmly with a basket in her arms stop abruptly at the mention of her name and turn with a look of astonishment to face the man who called out to her.

"Olo'eyktan, Oel ngati kameie. What's wrong?", the woman inquired, analyzing her leader's expressions and seeing how desperate and helpless the man is. What could be so bad that could have happened to make her great leader so frightened like this?

Jake swallowed the saliva that had built up in his mouth as he tried to stabilize his breathing, and then quickly said: "My children, have you seen them? Or their mother?"

He was able to see how the woman's body tensed for a few seconds and a worried expression took over from the previous one. This did not help ease his worries, in fact, it only made them worse.

"No, no, I didn't see them, any of them. Did something happen?"

Jake's heart froze, it wasn't possible for his noisy sons not to have made a presence in the clan yet, someone should have seen it. But he didn't have time to go out interrogating every soul he could find in front of him, his only option was to act and look for them on his own.

"Okay, thanks. If you see them, have someone let me know. For now I need to go", Jake didn't even give Änsit a chance to reason through the situation before he rushed back to search for you and your children.

He had been walking for a while and the situation was only getting worse. He could not calm his troubled heart and his eyes were beginning to fill with tears for fear that something might have happened.

In his search time he had heard that you had gone out early to help the elderly women with their search for fruits, herbs and derivatives, but so far there has been no return from you.

Jake was in the middle of the forest currently as the sun was high in the sky. He was breaking into a cold sweat as he continued to shout his name and that of his children. How could this have happened? How could he let you disappear like this?

Guilt was consuming him as worry settled in his lungs making it difficult to breathe. His throat was beginning to rasp from the many times he had called out their names. He refused to give up and knew that one hour you would answer him.

"Lo'ak! Neteyam!!" Jake continued walking and started to walk in between some trees in the process, still continuing with his call. "Kiri?! Oh Great Mother… Children, I ask you to answer me-", he was silenced by distant voices in front of him. He became still, so deadly still that it was possible to hear his heartbeat against his ribcage, just focusing on listening to the various voices behind the trees.

"Lo'ak, I will not repeat, watch out for the rocks!"

"Right Sa'nok. I am skilled, I will not get hurt."

"Sure you are", a sarcastic voice was heard soon after, pouring debauchery into every word, "Who was the fool who slipped last time and grated his entire knee?"

"Shut up Kiri!"

"Watch the lingo, Lo'ak!"

A commotion followed soon after, sounds of splashing water and screaming children filled the place. Jake would recognize those voices even on his deathbed, they were the voices that annoyed him some days, but lit up all his mornings.

He let out the breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. A shaky sigh left his lips; his legs slackened for a few seconds as relief flooded his entire being.

Jake didn't know that those voices were the sweetest thing he had ever heard in his entire life. He never wanted to listen to the silence again.

Making his way through the greenery, Jake could finally see the scene in front of him. Small children were playing in the small pond that had settled there, while a more delicate figure with a large round part in place of a stomach was sitting on the ground peeling some fruit in its basket.

It was the most beautiful sight he had ever witnessed. Although Jake was angry that you had disappeared without trace or warning, the anger was soon replaced by passion and affection for his family. Jake loved them so much, so much that his heart ached. And to think that soon they would have an extra member there, running and jumping along with their other children. Jake could not contain the smile that insisted on appearing on his lips.

Walking toward you, Jake sat down beside you while resting his head on your shoulder, making you jump from where you were standing from the fright you got.

"Ah my Eywa. What a fright Jake Sully! What did I say about sneaky approaches?" You shot him a scolding look as you calmed your heartbeat.

"I'm sorry. But I guess I'm the only one who should be angry here, because why did you disappear without even telling me? The children… do you know how desperate I was to chase after you?", his voice was firm, wanting to scold you, but you could feel the desperation in his speech.

Your lips curved upward slightly as you put your knife and fruit away in the basket beside you, only to take Jake's hands and entwine them together. "I'm sorry, love, I did not mean that. I took the opportunity of you not being around to serve as some help to the clan since you make me unable to do so in your presence", you said with a playful tone that drew a snort coming from Jake, which you just ignored and continued, "I was really going to do what I was assigned and return to join the elders, however, as I was gathering the necessary ingredients, I felt small bodies cling to my leg demanding that I play with them. Your children woke up energized today."

You and Jake shifted their focus to the children diving into the pond ahead, realizing that they probably hadn't even noticed their father's presence yet.

Jake moved even closer to you and deposited a light kiss on your lips, so soft that you were almost unable to register it. Then he lowered his face and deposited an even more loving kiss on your round belly, then you were able to hear him murmur, "I was very afraid that something might have happened to you."

Your heart squeezed at those words and you felt guilty. It wasn't fair to Jake to suddenly disappear without warning, you were a little upset this morning, but it still wasn't a reason. You can imagine the constant desperation he had been in before he found you.

The only option you found yourself able to do to soothe your companion's distressed heart was to get up and sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around Jake's neck and resting your forehead against his. "Forgive me, tìyawn", you deposited a longer kiss on Jake's mouth, pulling away minimally to whisper something that only the two of you were able to hear, "What can I do to end your fears?"

Before Jake was able to answer, you were able to hear voices of disgust behind you.

"Ew… Daddy, how long have you been here doing disgusting things?", Kiri asked as she hid her face behind her older brother so she wouldn't be able to see anything else.

"You disappear without a trace and when you see me you're already saying these things to me?", Jake took you from his lap as gently as possible, placing a quick kiss on your cheek. He got up and slowly started walking towards his children with his arms outstretched. "Am I supposed to shower you with kisses as punishment for all the hell you put me through today?"

Your children let out startled cries as they ran to protect themselves from their father's strong arms, Lo'ak colliding head-on with Neteyam in the process, causing Kiri to squirm with laughter and end up falling into the arms of Jake who was showering her with kisses all over her little face.

You started to laugh out loud at your family's pranks. You cherished moments like that and they made them memories too special to fix in your head. You cracked a smile as more laughter was heard coming from Jake, Neteyam, Lo'ak and Kiri. That is until your smile widened even more (if that was possible) as you felt your baby kicking your belly. Placing your hand on your stomach, you were able to feel the baby's excitement, as if it was sharing all the energy coming from its siblings.

You knew that surely this little being in your belly would be just as energetic as your current little ones. And it made you realize how blessed you truly were.

You would be scolded later for not having taken the promised ingredients to the elders. But that's okay, the light of your family was able to make you overcome any challenge.

The story took a different turn than I expected, but in the end I liked it! I hope I was able to convey well the father jake desperate for his missing family lmao✨️

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[yourimagines]

Hello there 😉

Could you write some more Star Wars related fanfics. I love them 😍

General Kenobi 😉

Secret

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Swearing, Angst and Sadness

Y/n POV

It was late in the evening and I promised Yord to meet him in the Jedi garden, to hang out there alone. “Hey.” He whispered as I sneaked through the garden. “Hi.” I whispered back as I saw him standing up from the ground. “Nobody saw you?” I shook my head. “No, you?” He shook his head and smiled at me. “I missed you.” He closed the gap between us and carefully wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “I missed you too.” I laid my hands down on his chest and looked up at him. “You are so beautiful.” His hand traveled up to my right cheek, carefully caressing my skin. “Yord….” I shyly smiled at him. “Let’s walk further down the garden, I made a little something for you.” He said with excitement in his eyes. “Okay, lead me the way.”

He guided us quietly through the Jedi garden to a blanket filled with some snacks and flowers. “Yord.” I gasped quietly as I clasped my hands in front of my mouth. “You like it? I know it’s not much but this is the best I could do.” He gently pulled me down with him, to sit down on the blanket. “I love it.” He had all the good stuff, the best snacks and drinks. “Good, I don’t like to see you upset.” He grabbed a few drinks and gave me one. “Thank you.” “No problem.”

We had a wonderful time, just us alone under the stars. “Do you think there is life on that star?” I pointed up at the sky, to one of the stars. “Yes, life is everywhere.” We were lying down on our backs, looking at the night sky, enjoying each other’s embrace. “Really? I don’t think so.” He hummed and stared at the sky. His fingers brushed against my arm as my head lay against his chest. His chest moved slowly up and down as I felt his heartbeat beating against my ear.

Yord POV

I was blocking my thoughts, afraid someone else might hear them. She was talking about the stars, how beautiful they are and wondering who lives there. “Would you leave if they found out.” It just slipped out of my mouth, she stopped talking and carefully looked up at me. “You mean giving up this life?” She looked unsure and a little bit afraid. “I didn’t mean to ask you this question, It just slipped.” I was trying to dismiss this topic but she wasn’t going to. “I would leave….” Her voice trailed off and my heart dropped.

“Leaving the Jedi, y/n you sure?” I slightly moved onto my side to look her into her eyes. “I’m sure, if they find out and they will Yord, I would leave this to be with you….I-I love you.” I felt a lot of emotions going through my mind right now. “It’s okay if you wouldn’t do it, it’s my decision.” Her fingers slightly brushed over my face as she was trying to read me. “I love you as well but I cannot leave the Jedi order.” My heart felt heavy as I saw the sadness in her eyes. “I understand.” Her under lip quivered a little bit as she was trying not to cry. “Darling….” She shook her head, not wanting me to feel bad. “Just hold me.” She nestled her head against my chest and I immediately wrapped my arms around her, shielding her from everything. “I’m so sorry.” I whispered against her head as I placed a soft kiss on her temple.

[ruhorih4ra]

Holaa! 🐏 I have finally finished editing the 8 part of this, it's quite long (compared to the others), so it probaby has more grammar mistakes since I kind of hate editing (YES I KNOW I ALREADY SAID THAT BEFORE BUT I REALLY REALLY HATE IT).

So, having said that: would you still read this Fanfic if I keep with the angst instead of moving on to the comfort were a worm?

👉🏻👈🏻 🪱

Flashbacks are written indented (this time heheh).

Also, this was not suppose to be a replaced!Au I fucking swear over all my forgotten wips, don't blame the fic, blame my writer skills JAJSJAJ so, no, Mc is not replaced. This trope is more like a ✨ misundertanding Replaced!Au ✨

Happy ending of course, I don't want to cry.

Finally, this part takes place after the little fight with Lucifer (part 6), we get to see what they did and thought.

Get out of my way 🌈

The Seven Lords of hell were hopeless, who would believe that being ageless hadn’t taught them a single damn thing about facing their emotions? It seems the safest option is to bury your feelings deep down until they come out like a grown-up angry demon.

Everyone in the house of lamentation heard your fight with Lucifer, it wouldn't be a surprise if all the shouting made its way to the castle as well.

Belphegor had remained with his face buried in the soft cow-print pillow, listening to every word with a calm he was far from feeling. When your voice broke, his fragile comfort broke too, he didn't try to lay his head again. He knew rest wouldn’t come soon.

Beelzebub was exercising, lifting weights. It wasn't unusual to hear Lucifer’s scolding, quite the opposite he dares to say. What was unfitting was hearing you scream with such anger and sadness. It brought him to a halt. As worried as he’d felt, he remained still with his arms holding the heavy weight.

While the silence filled the room and your voice faded, he felt the barbell was too much to bear, though he wasn't sure if it was the bar or the ominous silence that engulfed him.

Asmodeus absolutely hates being disturbed while painting his nails. Almost always ruins his ever perfect manicure, this time was no different. He was ready to complain to whoever was making such a fuss until he heard you. What do you mean by “forgotten about you” ? They would never do that! They love you more than their own sins! He's always pampering you with gifts and attention!

Just yesterday he had thought you would look great in the red suit he saw at the mall, he hadn't bought it tho. But what about those dramatic black shoes he saw at your favorite store! He frowned, slowly realizing he hadn't bought anything for you in quite some time. But you would never resent him for something material.

He bit his nails trying to remember the last time you both spend a full day together. Asmodeus averted his reflection in the mirror, how terrible it would be to see the truth in his own eyes.

Leviathan couldn't stop looking at the 'GAME OVER' screen in front of him. You called them a “Bunch of liars” that's not true! They love you, he loves you. You're his second player, his Henry. He looked at your empty place and wondered why you weren’t with him, why were you fighting Lucifer instead?

“My honorable Lord of Shadow, would you honor me?” You passed the controller to him, silently begging with your eyes, more than 1 hour stuck at the same level.

“Nu-uh. I must deny your request, my dear friend Henry” He said as he easily dodged an empty bottle of water. “Help me pass the level, you ass.” “I can't. This is for your own good.” But you didn’t miss the hint of doubt in his eyes.

“Pleaseee??” Leviathan tried, he really did. It's not his fault but muscle memory doing its job. “Thank you, Levi. You're the best!”

How did he even manage to win the game in less than 5 minutes?! Why are you laying your head on his shoulder?! He's going to collapse at any moment now.

“You'll always help me, right? With you, I'll never lose any game.”

He blushed just remembering. Still, your words echoed in his mind “Bunch of liars.” and the big and awful words remained on T.V.

'GAME OVER'

Will you give him another life? A second chance to win you over? Did he just lose in the stupidest way ever?

Satan arrived at HoL, accompanied by Sc. He couldn't shake the pain that had settled inside him back in the library. “I feel so abandoned.” He's surprised by his own stupidity.

How could he have treated you like that? Invalidating your feelings, it was more than simply jealousy, much more than that. You felt lonely, excluded, abandoned.

“Shut up, Satan.” “You need to rest, you are human.” You pretended to ignore him as you continued reading. “Really? I hadn't noticed. I thought I was an angel.” He chuckled and took the book from your hands.

“You are. My one and only guardian angel.” “Demons don't have guardian angels. Give me back my book.” You were tired but Satan's words were engraved on your heart. He had told you how lonely he had been feeling lately. “SHH.”

He big spoon you. Your head resting on his chest. He started reading for you. “Thanks for being here, Mc.” You shook your head, already halfway into dreamland.

“No, Satan. Thanks for letting me be here.”

“They were reading... 'How to get ride of annoying demons' heh, they want to get rid of us.” The mere thought of letting you go hurt him to the core, steals all his wrath and morphed it into pain. “Satan, don't worry. I'm sure everything's going to be alright.”

“I’d read them the instructions for getting rid of our pacts if they just let me hold them close again.” He ran a hand through his hair for the thousandth time.

“Forget it, I would read them every torture method they could use on us. Every curse, each damned echantation to hurt us.” His breathing became erratic as he fought the urge of tearing off his own hair.

“Calm down, Satan! Breathe!” Sc was nervous, she was unaware of how much of your time together she had taken. Now, she felt helpless watching the mess she had unintentionally done.

“What if they decide to leave us?! No, what if they decide to leave me?!” Satan didn’t notice his state, his demon form out. His eyes gleamed dangerously and his fangs showing.

“They won't! We'll talk, this is just a big misunderstanding, okay?” The black-haired lady was honestly terrified, how you manage to calm down seven demons was beyond her comprehension.

She was begging whoever could listen to her, that you would find in yourself the kindness to forgive these idiot demons who know nothing of emotions.

While Sc was outside, confronting a panicked Satan, Mammon was still glued to the same spot where you’d left him. As if your previous order had been for him rather than for Lucifer.

He could barely remember your words, the only thing that occupied his mind was your pained face. Your eyebrows arched to show sorrow, your eyes filled with tears. The way your mouth twisted into a broken smile as you fought back tears.

The saddest smile he had ever seen on you. But the worst of all was the shock, the shock in your eyes.

From his perspective, you looked surprised and frightened in equal measure. Did you realized something? “Mammon, it's okay, alright? Stop crying.” He narrowed his eyes, he saw Lucifer’s worried face apparently calling him but instead of his voice he heard yours.

“They don't mean it, they love you. I love you.” You held his head in your hands, giving him pecks first on his forehead and then all over his face.

“Please, say something.” Mammon had gone quiet after a slightly more violent than usual fight with his brothers, he had run to his room followed by you. His face was blank and you knew that was a bad sign.

“A scumbag and an idiot who can't do shit. A shitty big brother.” He repeated the words and you felt a lump in your throat. “That's stupid. You're none of those things” You wiped the single tear that had slipped down Mammon's cheek.

“You're so smart, very handsome.” You caressed his hair while continuing to praise him. “You are my first! The one who helped me more than anyone.”

“Lucifer saved your life. I couldn't do it, not that time or any other time.” Now his face was an actual waterfall of tears. “You saved me first. I wouldn't have survived the Devildom without a friend. You were the first to offer me your friendship. You're the Great Mammon, remember?”

Because of his tears he saw you with blurry eyes, and for a moment he was speechless. Your eyes were mesmerizing, as if someone had taken a ray of celestial light and shoved it inside them.

The words escaped without him being able to stop them. “You're gorgeous.” You blushed as soon as you heard him and quickly averted his eyes as a small smile appeared on your face. “I said that out loud? No way! It's not true! Y-you heard me wrong! I said that YOU ARE GORGEOUS! wait no-” You roar with laughter like a half-dead seal, but in Mammon’s ears it sounded heavenly and soon he joined.

“I wouldn't trade you for anything, Mammon.”

“I wouldn't trade them for anything, I wouldn't.” Mammon was crying in Lucifer's arms, clinging to him like a lost child. “I swear, Lucifer. Please do something.”

Lucifer felt useless, a complete fool. Why did he ask you such a stupid question? Was it born out of worry and anxiety? You were right, anything could have happen to you.

That's exactly what he fears the most, something or somebody hurt you and he hadn't been there to protect you. He was watching a movie instead, even when he saw you leave he hadn't tried to stop you, why?

He would have preferred you to throw a tantrum, fake everything, whatever to avoid admitting how he had failed you. How he had failed you again.

You were absolutely right, he is arrogant and stupid.

“Don't cry, Mammon. We will talk with them, they'll understand.” Mammon separated from Lucifer’s embrace, shaking his head. “They don't trust us anymore.” Lucifer remembered how you had closed your eyes when he was trying to caress you. The sudden fear in your eyes, the trembling of your legs.

He would never hurt you. Except that he has hurt you plenty of times before. Maybe his father was right all along, he wasn't meant to care and protect, only to kill and destroy.

“Who’s a good demon, hm? Who is it? You! You are a good demon!!” You pat Lucifer's head, smiling so much it almost hurts.

He'd only shared a bottle of wine that he had bought in the human world a long time ago. Who would have thought that you would end up like this? Happily giggling like a toddler.

Lucifer was ashamed and, much to his surprise, amused. “You're bolder than usual, my love.” You sat on his lap and cupped his face, he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch.

“My morning star, so good, what a good demon you are.” His eyes shone when he met yours, he recognized pure love through your gaze, deep and sincere. “I'm not a good demon, Mc. There are not good demons.”

He felt your forehead on his.

“I'm looking at one right now.” He smiled and thought to himself. “If they think so, maybe I can try.”

He's going to try. Lucifer swallowed, his throat still sore. “We'll try, we'll do better.”

Part. 9 ಠ⁠‿⁠ಠ

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[hear-that-music-in-the-air]

Helping Hand

My first RD fic! I haven't written proper fanfic in a hot minute but the little pixel people grabbed me by the throat and opened my google docs

Also shoutout to @nightmun for helping me visualize Ian's silly little mug

Summary: After seeing Ada struggle with the rhythm treatments, Ian comes up with a way to help her out.

Fic under the read-more :)

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Dr. Edega loomed over her, his eyes boring into her back over the top of his clipboard.

"I expect better from you, Dr. Paige. Times are changing. If you can't keep up, then maybe you're not cut out for this job after all,” he said lowly.

Ada couldn't meet his gaze. Instead she stared down at her hands, balled into trembling fists, as her heart pounded in her ears. Burning tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, and she immediately felt ashamed, like a child being scolded.

She had messed up. She had been treating a patient with the rhythm defibrillator and started to panic as soon as she lost track of the tempo. Ian had frantically swooped in to take over and finished the treatment smoothly, while Ada had watched, feeling numb.

She was distantly aware of Ian pushing past her, positioning himself between her and Edega.

"D-Dr. Edega, sir—this is a very new, experimental treatment method. We're still working out the kinks and—and no one's going to be perfect at it right away."

"That's no excuse. There's no room for mistakes when lives are on the line. You both know that."

"N–Not every case we get is life-threatening," Ian said, and she was faintly surprised at the edge of anger creeping into his tone. "And she'll practice. She can—"

Edega pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"I don't care what she does as long as her performance improves. See to it that she receives more training as soon as possible. And keep looking for any bugs in the program in the meantime."

Ian opened his mouth to say something else, but was silenced by a single look from Edega. He shrunk into himself.

"Y–Yes, sir. Of course."

Edega turned on his heel and strode out of the room, leaving a heavy silence behind him. Ada didn't realize that she was still shaking until Ian placed a tentative hand on her shoulder.

"Ada?" His voice sounded so far away, as though he were speaking to her from underwater. She attempted to pull herself back, focusing on the warmth of his hand as a grounding point. She placed her own fingers unsteadily over his and gave him a tremulous smile.

“I’m…okay.”

Ian watched her face, brow furrowed in concern.

"He—he shouldn't speak to you like that. I—I hate it."

She sniffled and quickly swiped at the tears that were threatening to spill under her glasses. She took a deep breath and straightened, attempting to look professional instead of pathetic.

"No. He's right. We can't afford to make stupid mistakes in this line of work. And it’s not…it’s not just him.” She remembered the way the patient’s heart rate had spiked on the monitor when she missed a beat, and let out a shaky sigh. “I just...can't stop thinking about what might have happened if you weren't here."

Ian frowned.

"Ada. You can't go beating yourself up over what might have happened."

"Sure I can," she joked weakly. Ian didn't laugh.

"We're—we're all trying our best here," he continued. "And Edega doesn't see how much you do for the patients every day. He barely comes out of his office, and when he does it's only to—to reprimand us for something or other. Everyone else in this hospital loves you. You—you're a good doctor, Ada."

As she stared at him, all of the tears that she had swallowed came rising back up in her throat. She let her head fall against his shoulder with a soft thump, and a quiet sob escaped her. She felt Ian freeze for a moment, uncertain, before he awkwardly wrapped an arm around her. She leaned into the warmth.

"Sorry," he whispered. "Not really a hugger."

Ada let out a watery laugh.

"I know, doofus. Thank you."

She pulled back and tried in vain to wipe the tear stains from his coat.

“Ugh, I’m sorry. I’m crying all over you. This is gross.”

“Yeah, a little bit,” Ian said. “But that’s okay.”

Ada collapsed into a nearby chair, suddenly feeling indescribably exhausted. She pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes before letting out another long sigh. Ian sat down next to her, awkwardly rubbing the back of his hand.

"Personalized care, comforting patients, that's what I'm good at,” Ada said. “You're the one who’s amazing at all the technical stuff.” 

She stared up into the harsh light of the overhead fluorescents, letting her vision go blurry. 

“All Edega seems to care about is getting people in and out of treatment as quickly as possible. Seems like if he has his way, pretty soon everything will be done remotely. I guess I just feel kind of useless,” she muttered.

“You’re not useless,” Ian said quietly.

Ada made a noncommittal sound.

“Like you said, there’s so many other things you’re good at. Trust me, Ada, we—we’ll always need you. You’re everyone’s favorite doctor. Otherwise, they’d all be stuck with me,” he joked.

She attempted to muster a smile, but she knew it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Ian frowned again and fell silent for a long moment, seemingly lost in thought. Then he stood abruptly, nearly startling her out of her seat.

“Oh! I—I might actually know a way to help you!” he cried, pacing excitedly. “M–Meet me in the basement when you come in tomorrow.”

Ada blinked up at him, baffled. “Oh…um…okay? What—?”

Ian was already gone, scurrying down the hallway towards the door that led to the basement. Ada shook her head bemusedly, before scooping up her clipboard from the nearby table to see which patient she needed to check on next. She took a moment and closed her eyes, mentally preparing for the rest of her shift. 

Deep breaths.

She heaved herself onto her feet, and set off in the other direction towards Cole’s room.

—

When she came down to the basement the next morning, Ian looked haggard, yawning and rubbing at his eyes under his glasses. When he saw her, however, he lit up in a smile and eagerly waved her over.

“Ada! Hey! C-Come here, I have something to show you.”

On his desk was the rhythm defibrillator device, and attached to it was a new button that she didn’t recognize.

“...What’s this?” she asked as she slowly descended the stairs.

Ian spun around in his chair to face her, gesturing enthusiastically.

“I was up all night testing this, but it—it works! Basically, it modulates the detected heartbeats to—to simplify them on our end, and then it translates the button input back to the original complexity to match the patient’s heart pattern. S-So you’ll still be administering the same treatment, but it should be easier to—”

Tears welled in her eyes all over again, and Ada practically fell forward to pull him into a hug, grinning from ear to ear. Ian stiffened uncomfortably, and she suddenly remembered herself.

She stepped back and laughed sheepishly as she wiped away the tears.

“Right. Not a hugger. Sorry, I really need to be better about that.”

Ian looked at her for a moment, sighed, and then smiled. He stood from his chair and wrapped her in another hug, tighter than before.

“I’m willing to make exceptions,” he mumbled into her shoulder. Ada’s heart swelled, and she squeezed him back just as tightly. Then Ian let out a yelp as she lifted him off his feet in her excitement, and she quickly set him back down. 

“Too much?”

Ian laughed weakly, smoothing down his rumpled coat.

“Too much.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

She returned her attention to the new button, running her fingers over the smooth surface. It looked fairly similar to the standard one, though slightly bigger. She gently pressed it down and it made a satisfying click.

“Thank you, Ian, seriously. This is…incredible.”

Ian scratched the back of his neck bashfully.

“It’s the least I could do. You already work so hard. H–Hopefully, this’ll make your job a little easier.”

Ada suddenly remembered his words from yesterday. You’re everyone’s favorite doctor. Otherwise, they’d all be stuck with me.

“You’re doing a good job, too, by the way,” she said softly. “Edega’s an idiot if he doesn’t see that. I know that a lot of your work is behind the scenes, but it’s just as important.”

“Oh. Thanks.” Ian looked away, embarrassed. “Y-You don’t have to say that.”

Ada smiled fondly.

“Just want you to know that you’ll always be my favorite radiologist.”

“I’m quite literally th–the only radiologist that we have.”

“Still.”

Ian finally broke into a smile, too. “Okay, okay. H-How about we test this thing?”

—

A week later, Ada told him that she had a gift for him, and produced a small white coffee mug from her coat pocket. Ian burst out laughing when he saw it.

“Wait, d-does that say ‘number one radiologist?’”

It was a “Number One Dad” mug from the dollar store that Ada had drawn over with a permanent marker. She had added two lines under the first D to turn it into an R, and had scribbled “-iologist” underneath, along with a little smiley face at the end. The mug soon became a permanent fixture on Ian’s desk, and she grinned to herself every time she passed by it.

[littlemarianah]

What's your headcanon for Katniss and Peeta's children?

How old was Katniss when give birth to their daughter?

How many years apart between them in age?

Your headcanon for their name?

Who gets the singing and art skill from their parent?

Bonus question : please give recs of your fav everlark post-Mockingjay fanfic.

Thank you :)

@curiousthg

✨️Oh god! I love this question, thank you so much! ✨️

My favorite headcannon is that the first daughter is very desired by both of them. And they take a long time because they want it so much. They want it to be perfect and at the right time. Pregnancy and postpartum hits Katniss very hard, it's very difficult for her. But after the baby grows a few months she starts to really enjoy being a mother. Willow is such a sweet and smart baby. Fill their house with her cries, then her laughter, then her heavy footsteps, then her questions, then her singing voice. It fills their home with life and happiness that they haven't seen in many years. Peeta and Katniss are able to enjoy life more after she is born, and they fall in love again. The first daughter makes them want a second baby (something that wasn't in the plans).

By my count, Katniss gave birth at 32 years of age, 15 years after the war. And her second child she has at 35 years old. So Rye and Willow are about 2.5 years apart.

About names... Rye and Willow! It's a name that has been circulating in the fandom for a few years and I really love it.

Rye is Peeta's deceased brother, but not only that. It's the name of a food and besides food, the other thing that keeps K&P alive is everyone they lost in the past. Rye is a tribute to those who couldn't get here. And also because when the boy is born, Peeta finds him very similar to his middle brother. A little boy makes Peeta very emotional about missing his brothers.

Willow is for the tree in the lullaby. It's a safe and happy place. Katniss decides on this name after she discovers is a girl. It's a tribute to the little girls in her life who didn't have the chance to become women. It is also a tribute to Katniss's mothers and father who named their daughters after plants, she wants to maintain the family tradition.

About who gets the talents! They both sing a lot, Katniss sang to them all the time when they were young, so they both have a love for music and they both sing. . But Wiilow has Peeta's charisma and loves being the center of attention, while Rye is very shy and only sings when he is alone. So is Willow who always clears her throat and starts singing loudly whenever she has the opportunity. She has a much more powerful voice than Katniss, sings with vigor, and has a deep voice. She's very good at that. In addition to singing, she also writes music. She starts creating rhymes about Rye, making fun of him and singing all day to make him mad. Then when she gets older, she starts to write about all her romantic disappointments. And I believe, she breaks your heart so often that her parents start to worry.

Now Peeta's artistic talents go to Rye. Rye, being a 14 year old boy, loves to say that he is actually a hunter, not an artist. But all of Rye's arches are carved with designs he made. He loves drawing and carving in wood and when he is a teenager his fingers are all injured from the amount he cuts himself doing so. He doesn't draw much on paper, but he's always creating something. Or making bread in the shape of animals. And Peeta is extremely proud about it. He wasn't able to explore his artistic talents at Rye's age, so he does what's best so the boy can. He gives him expensive art supplies for his birthday and always hangs Rye's sculptures on the wall. He's the slobberiest dad ever.

I could talk about toast babies all day.

Instead of talking about my favorite fanfics, I'm going to talk about the post-MJ fanfic I'm writing.

The fanfic is about Willow studying to be an army nurse like Prim was. The world is different now, there are no more wars, but it still makes Kantiss very nervous about the idea. So there's a lot of mother-daughter drama. Willow is very angry and rebellious and Rye is very shy and attached to his parents. It's about the Mellark family dealing with generational trauma and Peeta and Katniss trying to help their children understand the world. And how difficult it is to explain to those children who were raised with a lot of love that there is a lot of hunger and a lot of evil out there. And also about parents who have to let their children grow and mature. It's about love, it's a famfic about family.

Well, it was a very long text, but I'm very happy with this question!

Thanks, non. 💞

[cilil]

What would the Valar’s reaction be to a modern woman from our world showing them D&D? Who’s going to be really into the game?

𝓐𝓝 ~ Oooh very interesting question! Thanks a lot for the ask, I had so much fun thinking about this ^^

𝓕𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 ~ All the Valar! I couldn't resist... Enjoy!

In general, I think that all the Valar would be at least curious, if not excited to hear about the games modern humans play and try it out for themselves, considering how the Ainur have always been looking forward to interacting with the Children of Ilúvatar.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Manwë

As a poet and writer, he's immediately in love with the concept of collaborative storytelling. You can expect elaborate worldbuilding and character backstories from him (especially ones that involve reconciling with an estranged sibling) and he loves to write small side stories and fanfic about the cast. Manwë also wouldn't mind being the group's forever DM once he learns how to run a game.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Varda

Being less excitable than her husband and not always in a playful mood, Varda may choose to watch at first, but she's certainly intrigued by the concept of D&D and she enjoys the mathematical aspects of it, always calculating everybody's chance of success. Once she decides to play, she may surprise the other players with how ruthless and cunning she can be - a menace both in political intrigue and combat-heavy campaigns. Varda also loves seeing Manwë and the others having fun.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Ulmo

Ulmo in particular is always very fond of the Children and the things they come up with. He too may be hesitant to join in at first, but he's always down to do some voice acting or provide some tasteful background music. If he joins the group, he'll probably need the occasional explanation and reminder how things work on land and that his character might not be able to swim as well as he can (keep an eye on him especially if he plays a class that uses armor).

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Aulë

If he isn't sold on the game immediately, he will be once you tell him that he can play a dwarf. Aside from storytelling, combat and roleplay, Aulë swiftly becomes fond of everyone's favorite shiny math rocks and is more than happy to make custom dice for everybody's characters, satisfying all their dice goblin needs. Important note for the DM: Aulë is an inventor and (in)famous for creating his dwarves in his workshop - do not let him play an artificer if you value your sanity.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Yavanna

Whether she's aware of tree hugger stereotype or not, she has absolutely no shame and will indulge her preferences by playing nature-based classes such druids or shamans and finds it cathartic to bring nature's wrath into battle in ways she can't in real life. Aside from indulging the occasional destructive or vengeful impulse, Yavanna may default to being the party mom, fiercely protective and supportive of everyone involved in and out of game.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Vána

Vána loves the concept of the game and is eager to play. Once she learns the basics, she gets really into character and is excited to play with ideas that are very much unlike the flower girl persona people expect from her, always remaking and reinventing tropes and archetypes that catch her fancy. Like Manwë, you can expect her to never miss a game and be very passionate about it.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Oromë

Talking about and imagining slaying monsters instead of actually doing it isn't exactly to Oromë's liking, but he isn't opposed to indulging in a fun tale of adventure on cozy evenings at the campfire. After he's been sufficiently introduced to D&D culture, memes and inside jokes, he embarks on a personal side campaign to prove to everyone just how cool his personal brand of ranger can be.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Tulkas

Similar to his good friend Oromë, Tulkas isn't fond of activities that involve sitting still. His creativity and imagination isn't the best either, but at least he's always willing to play frontline and martial classes, which will come in handy especially in groups where most players have their sights on fancy casters and/or fun support builds. Tulkas is a fun guy to be around if you don't piss him off and so are his characters.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Nessa

Like her brother and husband, Nessa also enjoys being active. If she decides to give the game a try, she's very expressive, gestures a lot and may act out small scenes if given the chance. As fun as this is during roleplay, sitting close to her during combat segments while she shows you how exactly she's smacking her enemies is not recommended, especially if she plays a monk.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Námo

Námo isn't known for his playfulness, however this doesn't mean he's opposed to engaging with the game. In fact, he quite enjoys slipping into a different role and mindset for a while - having to be the impartial judge and observer all the time can be tiring after all. Another aspect of D&D he may enjoy is, surprisingly enough, the element of randomness: His foresight allows him to know the future, but not every little detail, and a couple of dice rolls in a roleplaying game are probably not important prophecies Eru gave him. It may feel refreshing for Námo to be surprised.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Vairë

No matter how casual any given session is, Vairë arrives in full cosplay, really getting into character creation like Manwë does as well, though as usual she's more practical about it. Additionally, she keeps a cute notebook as a campaign journal in which she records all the fun little details and great moments the players experienced together. She also enjoys creating fan content for the campaign.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Irmo

Irmo has quite a vivid imagination and has always adored roleplaying, so he's immediately on board. It's by far his favorite part of the D&D experience, though he quickly finds that he enjoys combat and puzzle solving sequences as well. He's the one to initiate and drive a lot, if not most of the character interactions, helps advancing their character arcs and is just a joy to have at the table. Class-wise, he's definitely a bard player and will happily perform his songs and flirtatious lines in real life too.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Estë

It may come as a shock and surprise to the other players that Estë categorically refuses to be the party healer, at least on her first playthrough. Like Vána, she's eager to explore other roles through her characters. No matter what she decides to play, her character may strike up an in-game rivalry with Irmo's character to spice things up and both of them have way too much fun bickering.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Nienna

She most likely takes a back seat at first, letting others play the game, observing to learn the rules and quietly enjoying the stories they tell. Encouraged by her family, Nienna joins in eventually, provided she's currently in the right headspace for it (being the Lady of Grief, she sometimes feels mentally and emotionally exhausted, in which case she prefers to just sit there, relax and unwind by being in the presence of her loved ones). As a player, she enjoys roleplaying the most, but also does well with puzzles since she's a keen observer and listener.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Melkor

Well. Melkor is most certainly going to be that guy at the table. He likes to derail campaigns, especially if they're Manwë's, tests the limits of the rules (and everyone's patience) and wants kills and loot. Once he familiarizes himself with the game's mechanics, he exploits them and likes to powergame. The one concept Melkor has trouble grasping is that D&D isn't a game you play to "win". Simply put, he very much has fun, but isn't fun to play with for a lot of other players; however, if you want to play a meme or evil campaign, he's your guy.

Side note: If Melkor plays with his own friend group he may also chill out for once.

Side note 2: Don't let him DM unless, again, you want the kind of campaign he'll come up with.

Side note 3: Watch your shiny math rocks. Melkor likes shiny.

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[jeewrites]

Hello! 👋🏼

For the end of year fanfic asks, I’d love to know your answers to 14 and 19.

❤️🐾.

Thank you so much for sending me this ask @tinytinymenace!

(If you missed my post, I decided to participate in the Fanfic End of Year Asks game. Ask away!)

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

Ooh, definitely my Dave York one-shot for the Roll-A-Trope Challenge.

I just started writing fics this year and found Frankie to be the most easy-to-write Pedro character when I started. (It also helps that Triple Frontier is my comfort show, lol.) I’ve been a fan of Pedro’s since… The Mandalorian? But then seeing him as Joel in TLOU, sucked me into fandom, and I started watching alllll of his stuff.

His role as Dave York really made an impression on me (that BEANIE, omggg), but I was too intimidated to try and write for his broody character since I lean towards fluff, sweetness, with only a little angst as a writer.

But then I really wanted to do my first fic challenge and @burntheedges's Roll-A-Trope Challenge seemed like a perfect opportunity to try and 1) Write for Dave and 2) Try writing for a randomly selected trope (amnesia). 

All things considered, I was surprised at how fun it was to write for Dave and might give him another try sometime.

19. any new fics to start next year

I really need to wrap up my Frankie fic, but I plan to outline my next series over the holidays. 

I’m leaning towards the Joel Miller x ceramicist!reader fic in an AU. Sarah lives, but I want to explore different types of grief (and healing) in the relationships Joel and Reader have with the characters from the TLOU universe and with each other. After rewatching TLOU, I want to give Tess and Ellie more time together and also explore Maria’s character more since she is so badass! I want to explore/write characters’ emotional worlds better (something I want to improve on). I’ve also had some losses this year and I feel like writing stories might be one way I try and wrap my head around the griefs I’ve just started to feel like I can process. Even if there will be a good amount of heaviness and emotional weight in the story, it is all grounded in hope/healing (at least, as I envision it).

[salmonpiffy]

Apple of my eyes - God of War

I wrote the fanfic! AAAAAAAAAAAAA 

English isn’t my first language but I had tried my best to translate it as good as possible (Thanks to Google Translate, Quillbot and my own English skills)

Idk which part will have a weird grammar but you know what? I’ll take a risk XD

I don’t have Ao3 account yet, so I’ll just post on here first. Enjoy!

“Shall we go out tomorrow?”

Kratos, who was sewing a sack, looked up at the owner of the voice.

Faye was sitting opposite him, looking out the window. The two were resting in a hut they had built a few years ago. The firelight illuminated her orange hair and blue eyes.

“The snow has melted. I wanna pick some fruit near the Lower Wildwoods.” Faye spoke again, after looking out of the window for a while, she turned her head to look at him. Midgard has been buried in winter for the past several weeks. Although there is rarely a heavy storm this time, they both started to feel relieved (Especially Faye) when this gloomy weather finally ended.

“What fruit are you going to collect?” Kratos asked.

“Apples, and checking around there to see if there is any problem. I hope no more trolls come in.” Faye replied.

“Hm” Kratos hum softly.

The woman turned to look outside the window again and sighed.

“By the way, I haven't eaten an apple for a while. Miss the sweet taste of it already.” She smiled at the thought of the fruit.

Kratos didn't answer. His amber eyes still looked at her. Every time he saw Faye smiling or laughing his heart always swelled up. He looked at her for a moment before hurriedly pulling himself back down and continuing to sew the sack. He decided to continue the conversation.

“Speaking of apples… There are stories about apples in my land.”

Faye turned to look again with interest. Kratos continued

“It was The Golden Apple. The legendary fruit that caused the fight between the goddesses until the prince of Troy had to choose who is the fairest one. After deciding the winner, that triggered a war between cities.”

“That…sounds like a mess.” Faye said

Kratos nodded in agreement

“Besides that. People believe that apples represent love. If they like someone, they will throw it to that person as a sign of love.”

“They’re really flirting like that?” Faye asked, sounds surprised

“Yes”

“That’s adorable”

“Hm” Kratos often grunted as the two talked. Sometimes Faye finds it amusing.

“Well, we have a story about the Golden Apples in this land too but mine is now boring when compared to yours” Faye chuckled.

“And what about yours, Faye?” Kratos asked

“Nothing’s very big” She shrugged 

“You are good at telling stories. Listening to your voice would help me concentrate on repairing this”

Faye smiled softly

“Alright, Grumbles”

They sat there, telling their story and talking until the sun almost went down.

----

In the next morning, they both went to the Lower Wildwoods. After checking that there are no intruders. Both of them took a boat to another place which is not very far away. They arrived at the dock for a short time.

“Are you certain there will be apples to pick today?” Kratos asked as the boat docked. Faye nodded confidently.

“I've been here many times. Of course there must be.” She picked up the basket and walked onto the deck and led him to the forest.

After a long winter, the forest that had been covered with white snow began to change.The white of the birch trunks contrasts with the warm orange sun and the slightly snowy ground. From a cold wind to a light breeze. Since Faye loved this atmosphere, it was easy for him to notice because she looked energetic right now.

They walked for a while until they reached the destination. Most of the trees in this forest were birch or fir, but here there were a few apple trees. Each tree has a big red apple. hanging on many branches. Faye reached out and pulled an apple to inspect its condition before nodding and showing Kratos the fruit in his hand.

“Looking good!” she said happily.

Kratos grunt in replied

“Pick at least five of them, alright? This will be our dinner.”

Faye put the first apple in the basket before turning around and continuing to look for more apples. Kratos helped find them too. He stared for a moment before pulling out one apple to take a look. This one seems good enough to keep

Kratos turned to Faye but instead called her. He stopped

With an apple in his hand, He wanted to try it but hesitated a little…he hadn't flirted with anyone for decades. After all, this land was not Greece, might this action seem too strange for her?

…But then he chose to try.

“Faye”

“Yes?”

The moment Faye turned around, a big apple flew toward her.

“!!!!”

She managed to catch the apple.

Faye looked at the fruit in her hand, confused before looking up at the man standing before her.

Kratos's face, from where his eyebrows were frowned all the time, now had both eyebrows slightly raised, as if he looked relieved.

“You threw it to me?” Faye asked.

“...Yes,” he replied, she could feel a tiny shyness in his voice.

“You don’t have to throw like that. It might-” Faye stopped because she realized something.

“Apples represent love. If they like someone, they will throw it to that person as a sign of love.”

Wait, is that mean...

Faye looked at the apple and looked at him again before burst out laughing. He actually was flirting with her!

“You!” Faye exclaimed. Her face turned red as she laughed.

“I just… wanted to try.” Kratos said..

When Faye stopped laughing Kratos approached and slowly raised one of his hands to touch her hand that was holding the apple, but didn't say anything.

“Kratos?”

“I am sorry, I had startled you,” Kratos said softly. Faye sighed.

“You don't have to apologize.” Faye replied, still smiling.

“I forgot to tell you that if the other person can catch the apple, it means that they had accepted the love confession”

“And I caught it”

"Yes"

Suddenly, Faye leaned forward and kissed him. His amber eyes widened. For a quick moment, their lips parted.

“I like it” she whispered. His pale cheeks slowly turned red. Even though this was a short kiss, he could still feel the other's soft lips. 

“You caught well” Kratos complimented.

“If the mighty warrior gets hit in the face with an apple, it would be very embarrassing, wouldn't it?” Faye teased.

Kratos chuckled lightly. This rare reaction made her smiled more brightly.

"Thank you for the apple, Kratos. This one is beautiful."

“Hm”

At this moment, the sunlight shone on the woman's face, brightening her orange hair and eyes as blue as the sea. Her flushed cheeks made her look more beautiful than the apple in her hand.

The former god of war's heart swelled again.

When the evening came, they both ate the apple together. It was just as sweet as Faye said.

[meimeiherokitten]

First lines game

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Well, there's Good Omens and OFMD. Thats it. Sorry folks!

I don't know how to embed links in posts so I'm just linking my entire AO3 profile at the end. It's all there!

Thanks to @nadsdraws for the game!

1. "Izzy never believed in soulmates." From Shatter Me, a Soulmate AU

2. "Stede glanced at his phone. 8:15pm. Fifteen minutes late wasn't bad. Traffic could account for that, right?" From Wishing Only Wounds The Heart- Stede gets stood up for a date and meets Izzy.

3. "Izzy suspected a stowaway for days. Food missing, things out of place, creaking boards that weren't the ship's usual noise. He'd caught more than one stowaway in his time. Killed one or two as well..." from Stowaway- Izzy catches a very familiar looking stowaway aboard the ship...

4. "Stede hit the couch with a grunt, which turned into a groan as Izzy landed on top of him." From Proven Wrong- Ed gives Stede advice on dating Izzy. Too bad it's all wrong.

5. "'I never thought I would miss Edward so much but now I fucking do and it's your fucking fault!'" From First Time For Everything- Stede drags Izzy to Alma's birthday party.

6. "'Don't even tell me, there's only one bed.'" From Lots of New Things- TROPE FEST! Izzy and Stede stay at an inn. There's only one bed. Of course.

7. "It's become a bit of a joke now. If Bonnet chooses a ship to raid, it's either deserted, cursed (or haunted), or plague-ridden." From Successful Raid- Stede finally chooses a good raid... and a boyfriend.

8. "There had been nowhere to go. So Crowley literally drove until he ran out of road. Then he turned around and did it again. And again. And again." From Making Up- Crowley and Aziraphale make up and wreck the bookshop (and each other) while doing so.

9. "'He's not dead.'" From Save Him- What Izzy hears in the darkness as he lays on deck after being shot. Dialog only experimental fix.

10. "Aziraphale turned away from the slamming door, the phrase 'i forgive you' hanging bitter and heavy in the back of his throat, contrasting the sweet memory of pressure on his lips." from Flight and Fight- Aziraphale has a panic attack as he prepares to leave for heaven.

Ok, admittedly they weren't all my MOST recent fics, but a lot of my most recent ones have really boring beginning lines!

Read them all here!

Edit: Forgot to tag people! @izzypositive @goayda @izzymarksthespot @deskgirl @yaz113 @thetimetravellercat (thats everyone I know essentially lol)

[shadowfuka]

It really is a hot minute since I did write something, so please no big judging I try my best and this is something like the first fanfic I did

It might be only something like I prolog I think? So there might be more later. Oh and it was a prompt from @makedonsgriva uwu

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His birth should go like a whirlwind through the lands, making sure that everyone knows he was here, but instead of a tornado it was rather only a little breeze that couldn’t do more than to get some little leaves to rustle.

Actually the Shi family had planned the birth of their second son differently. After distributing a little meal to the hungry, to gain a little bit of merit wasn’t the worst to do after all, they already had planned to host a grand feast in honor of their newborn son. But the gods apparently had a different plan as among the hungry ones was also a fortune teller, who granted them their services in return for the meal.

Wouldn’t this be a good idea to already know how bright their baby's future would be? Of course they agreed, who wouldn’t like to hear good fortune after all! But well the fortune didn’t sound as bright as hoped.

Something dark was in this little boy's future, something that would cause him a whole life of misfortune. Unless they would hold his profile very low! Raising him like any other child, if not even lesser than this.

The Shi household was shocked. How could one of their children gain such a bad future? It was after this first moment of shock that it was needed to decide how to act now. Of course they would have loved to arrange a feast that was worth the birth of their son, but were the consequences worth enough? Was it really worth to only hope that the fortune they were told was only false at the beginning?

Maybe it was meant for another child and not their little Shi Qingxuan. A lot of childs were, after all, born on the same day, so maybe it was nothing more than a misunderstanding. The fortune of someone else. Things like this happen. Don’t they?

Even if it could be possible, how big was the chance?

One moment for a life of misfortune, this didn’t sound like a good exchange.

Even with a heavy heart they thanked the fortune teller for their services as they made their decision upon what to do next.

But in the end there only was one way to go.

…..

So instead of celebrating the birth of their little Shi Qingxuan, they said as they were told. There was no grand feast and not even a little one only among themself out of fear that even this would cause misfortune to happen.

It wasn’t as they had planned it but it was the best they could do and how they would go on with everything. Because the years would pass and nothing bad happened. Only for the cost of never celebrating any birthday in a big manner. But it was the least evil. After all, how should someone miss something if they didn’t know it? Maybe they sheltered him too much, but it was for his own good.

And so the little baby grew into a young child, with a smile that nearly challenged the sun. Shi Qingxuan was indeed a happy child. Playing as others his age did and not even minding the plain clothes he was wearing, he would dirty them anyway, his mother always said and he was fine by this answer. But most of the time he would follow his Ge everywhere he would go. Expecting as if he would miss something if he wouldn’t. As if it was a game on his own.

It was indeed a good life he had in his eyes. A loving family, his Ge. What else would there be anyway needed? Well on a fateful day Qingxuan should learn that there was actually something that he hadn’t thought about.

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That's it so far! >:3 Hope you enjoyed and others might follow step by step, just have to get back into the grove first.

[minminho0]

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<Kazuha x Reader>

-Angst

⏤͟͟͞͞ Part 2 - The one

Summary: He always leaves you to venture the world but during those times, he met someone new, someone better than you and thus he left you.

Reader: female

Warnings: --

A/n: feel free to correct my grammar

I hope you enjoy~!

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"I'll come back to you soon, dont worry!"

You waved at him good bye as he grew smaller and smaller until he left your vision.

You always been a lucky girl, always getting what you wanted and so you hoped that he will become yours.

You went back at your abode wondering when he will come back.

You two met not to long ago, he saved you when you were being attacked by some treasure hoarders on the way home. To repay him you let him rest at your house whenever he wants and he gladly took it. During those times he visits, you two grew to know eachother.

You always tried your best to enjoy the moment his here with you because you always think about the day he will leave again.

You two werent official or anything just some friends that kind of act like a couple but not really?

But youre okay with anything aslong as you can still see him but your heart still yearned more.

Going to the shower with a heavy heart.

The thing that you feared the most is him finding someone new, someone to love and he wont come here anymore.

You wanted to confess to him, you tried to confess to him but every time you always get interrupted or your confidence just dissapears causing you to be a stuttering mess.

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"Oh! Kazuha welcome, its been a while!" You greeted him.

Its been a year and a half since his last visit and you dearly miss him.

"Hehe, sorry i didn't inform you about my whereabouts, i forgot" he said while scratching the back of his head.

'You forgot about me?' Is what you wanted to say.

"Haha its ok!"

"Anyways come in!" You said before you can step aside, you noticed someone behind him.

"Oh? Who's that behind you, Kazuha?"

"Oh! Yes i came here because i wanted you to meet my girlfriend!"

You heart fell into pieces

All your hope just dissapeared

You knew that once he had a girlfriend your position in his life will become lower and his visits will become rarer.

Your fear came true, thats what you get for not confessing soon, now youre too late.

'Girlfriend?'

"Hello, you just be y/n, i heard alot about you" she said smiling.

Oh how you want to be introduced like that by him 'this is my girlfriend, y/n!' But you were simply to late and thought he'll come back to you, single.

"Oh- hello! Nice to meet you" you faked a smile.

"You too"

"And im sorry, y/n! We cant stay here for too long, were meeting her parents, hehe, just wanted to stop by and introduce her to you so next time you two wont be that much of a stranger!"

"Oh its ok! And good luck at your guys relationship, hope it last long" you chuckled but deep down you wanted them to break up this instant.

"Haha thank you!"

"Thank you"

"Lets go now, love"

"Mhm, bye y/n, hope we meet again soon"she waved.

I waved back beading them good bye.

They turned at their back and their figure become smaller smaller.

Oh how familiar this scene is

Where you seen him go but this time hes with someone

Someone he love

and that someone will never ever be you.

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You sat there at your bed, praying to whoever to please let him come back to you and look at you with that loving gaze he held for her.

Youll do anything! Anything please! Just to suit this ache and be with him.

But this time the gods didn't let you have your way and you continued to have a heavy heart.

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*Masterlist*

Its been a while since my last post.

Im currently working on a fanfic but my brain keeps skiping to the main part so idk how to start it and stuff💀my brain rn

I wrote this short fic at school, so its a bit uncreative-ishbut i do hope you enjoyed it! :D

-February 27, 2023