#i won't like i'm still nervous for him but i'm going to tentatively say i don't think they're going to kill him

[pastafossa]

I’m so scared for foggy

Oh I'm def scared for him, but I'm trying to hold onto some of the better stuff I've read! Like how hard they fought to get him and Karen back. I'm telling myself it doesn't make sense to do that just to kill Foggy off. If they wanted to do that, it would have been cheaper to not hire Elden back on and then just go, 'oh no he died in the aftermath of the Snap' like the first pair of writers were going to do (derogatory). Instead, they brought them back, and while I'm aware there was that one interview where the showrunner referred to Foggy as the comic relief and Karen as the heart (I'd argue Foggy is the heart, thaaaaaank you), there's also been some interviews where he said he knows how essential Foggy and Karen are to the show, how important they are when it comes to balancing out Matt's character.

I do think it's possible they're going to try to trick us, make us think Foggy is dead, so I'm preparing for that. But I'm now somewhat confidently placing my money on that being a fakeout, and potentially his almost-death being the thing that pushes Matt (at least initially) to give up on being Daredevil. That's my prediction.

May Foggy be whole, may Foggy be healthy, may Foggy be happy. So mote it fucking BE.

[jaewritesfic]

Melon AU Part 4

Cass is quietly adamant that her new cling-on be taken to the Batcave, no matter the concerns Bruce raises.

If he's honest, his protests fall a little flat even to his own ears. The fact of the matter is that he looks at the midnight apparition she holds and just…can't bring himself to fight very hard.

The creature clings to her like a desperate child, claws curled into her cape in a way that's bound to leave holes. Bruce hasn't caught so much as a glimpse of the face since it grabbed onto Cass, head resolutely tucked into her shoulder. That long sinuous tail is wrapped around her waist and down one leg as if the slightest disconnect could wrench them fully apart.

She was right, it's scared and it needs help.

Bruce almost thinks convincing Commissioner Gordon to lift the police barricade at the end of the alley will be the difficult part, but he's proven wrong. Gordon is more than happy to foist the situation off onto the Bat colony, it's just a matter of figuring out actual transport.

It's not that Bruce doesn't want the creature in the Batmobile. It's that nobody is sure the creature will respond well to someone other than Cass being in proximity to it.

Bruce may be feeling distinctly sympathetic, but he's still not comfortable leaving his daughter totally alone with something strange, unknown and dangerous.

He doesn't want Cass alone with it - them. They probably won't respond well to anyone but Cass being close enough to be in a car with them.

Ultimately this culminates in Bruce pulling the Batmobile around and trying to be very. Very. Quiet.

The shadow creature hasn't raised their head from Cass’s shoulder once, so hopefully as she climbs in the back with her clingy cargo they won't notice they're not alone.

…nobody is going to claim this is a good or creative plan. It's kind of just the only option they can think of.

The creature clicks and whines as she climbs in, aware and nervous about the enclosed space probably, but they don't raise their head or move.

If anything they just wind themselves around Cass a little tighter.

“Shhhh,” Cass hushes gently. “Car. Take us to safe place. I promise.”

Bruce is used to her cowl enough to be able to tell she's glancing at him in the rear view mirror.

Thankfully, the Batmobile can autopilot to the cave. His presence is solely because he refuses to leave her alone with their new…guest. That means he can sign at her.

Did you get a better look at the injuries?

She shakes her head minutely. Hm. Bruce had feared that was the answer, considering how fast the creature had plastered themselves to her.

Do they seem to be losing a lot of blood?

A tiny shrug. Not a yes, not a no. Bleeding, but not gushing. Or maybe she's not sure how much without a visual, though if it was egregious she'd feel it even with the suit.

The heat of it, the slickness.

Bruce decides the shrug is a tentative good sign.

“Let's play questions,” Cass says suddenly, hands rubbing gentle, comforting back and forth patterns against a back so dark it looks like a void. “Nothing scary. Get to know you questions.”

There's no answer, but it doesn't seem to faze her. Of course not. She's Cass.

“Will you play? Tap once yes,” she says softly, tapping the creature's back with her index finger once, “And twice for no. No is okay. You can say no.”

There's a long moment where Bruce watches them in the rear view and nothing happens. Then Cass's cowl shifts in the way that means she's smiling.

“Thank you. Pronouns first, okay? One for she-”

She taps once.

“Two for he-”

She taps twice.

“Three for- oh. Thank you. Good boy. I'm she.”

The rest of the family exposes themselves as listening, quiet murmurs and exclamations over the comms at the new knowledge that their creature considers himself male.

Bruce isn't surprised that his kids have been listening with baited breath.

“From Gotham? One for yes, two for no.”

She hums softly, going back to petting his back gently.

“Me neither at first. Home now, like the back of my hand. Can show you all the best spots. Like burgers?”

There's a long pause. Bruce suspects the creature is having a hard time believing she's talking about and proposing such casual topics.

Eventually she smiles again. “Me too. Will buy you Batburger, I promise. Nectar of the gods.”

An odd little vibration goes through her new friend, audible as well as visible. It seems almost like a weak laugh.

“....bets on shadow noodle’s favorite Batburger order?” Dick asks over comms.

Bruce purses his lips not to huff in amusement. They're almost to the cave, he'd like to stay incognito until then. He wouldn't want to alarm any shadow noodles.

Masterpost

[cowboyfromh3ll]

Hcs for how each of the boys to react to "I'm pregnant"?

Any of them that you want to write for :)

So excited

English not my first language. Sorry

Van Der Linde Gang's Boys' Reactions To "I'm pregnant" (And Eagle Flies)

Hehehe this was so cute and also I didn't edit this ❤️

Warnings: none

Arthur Morgan

He'd be so fucking happy

Probably in disbelief at first but oh my God he'd be overjoyed

Ask you if you're serious over and over

Once he's convinced he's gonna ask all these questions about your physical and mental wellbeing

Celebrates with you (whatever that entails wink wink)

In his elated haze he's gonna wanna ask all these questions about your future together as parents

Is aware the gang ain't the best place to raise a kid but he'll reassure you that you'll have the whole gangs support

John Marston

Oh god

Let's just say he wouldn't be the most elated parent 😭💀

He's already got Jack and now he needs to take care of another?

If this were a revelation that came earlier in the game he's gonna be very irresponsible but I feel like he wouldn't deny that the kid was his

So at that point he's sort of forced to actually give a damn about him

And believe me he'd try but he wouldn't be the best at it, would need guidance

If this came later in the game like epilogue he'd probably be WAY more happier.

Your lives are finally settled and you can afford to have a kid

He'd be the happiest and more supportive husband and dad

Still wouldn't be sure about all the ropes but he'd try

Dutch Van Der Linde

He'd be SO happy

Like genuinely he'd shower you with gifts and praise and reassurance

I feel like part of it would be a power thing for him because not only can he lead a gang, but now he can lead a family

Also some sort of weird power symbol for him. Idk how, but it is

Wouldn't let you lift a finger

Would probably keep you in his tent to rest 24/7 and only allows a few people (Grimshaw, Hosea) to see you

He's going to hope and pray it's a boy

Charles Smith

HE'D BE IN SO MUCH SHOCK AND FEEL SM HAPPINESS IT'D BE SO CUTE

You sorta have to repeat the news to him a few times for him to fully absorb it

Literally a dream of his to start a family one day so now that he has it he's ecstatic

Probably incentive to leave the gang though, doesn't want his child growing up in that environment

Would prefer if you sit back and rest but won't hold you back if you don't want to

Javier Escuella

This is cause to celebrate

Takes you into town on a date

Offers you massages, foot rubs, hand massages

Sings to you to calm you

Holds your hair when you throw up (true love)

Buys you clothes to accomodate to your changing body

Kieran Duffy

THE SWEETEST REACTION

I feel like he'd start crying

Asks to touch your belly and would speak to it

That night he'd fall asleep while holding it

Wakes up the next morning and remembers you're pregnant and his day is already off to an amazing start

Get drunk while celebrating it and he'd boast to everyone about how he's gonna be a dad

Sean Macguire

He'd say some stupid shit I already know it

Probably crack a sex joke

He's getting stupid, fucking drunk. I'm talking black out

He's probably gonna wanna celebrate if you catch my drift HAHAHA

He'd forget to be gentle sometimes out of excitement, like carrying you around and cheering

Refuses to let you do any work

In private I feel like he'd cry

Lenny Summers

He'd probably panic a bit at first

Ask all these questions about how you guys are gonna be parents and if you're even ready

Once the two of you talk through it a little more he'll calm down and his nerves turn to excitement

I'm assuming y'all would be real young so he'd seek for a lot of guidance in the others

Constantly asks you questions about what you want and need

Bill Williamson

He'd be so flustered and nervous

Probably in disbelief for a while and asks if you're serious

I wouldn't blame you for thinking he's upset with the news at first

But he just needs time to process how his life's about to change!

He becomes even more gentle with you, more than he already is

Will argue with Miss Grimshaw about letting you rest/lightening your work load

And let's be real, she would lower your work load but he'd insist it stops altogether

Micah Bell

He'd be in disbelief, but bad disbelief

That or the sleaziest reaction

I'm leaning more towards sleazy reaction

Talks about how he's gonna raise the bravest kid and he's constantly gonna reference to the kid as he because I'm convinced he wants a boy

Brags to the others

Don't get me wrong the gang's happy for you but the way Micah uses it as a point of elevation is IRRITATING

Hosea Matthews

He's the cutest like seriously

He'd be sooo happy

Probably in disbelief that he even managed to get you pregnant

I believe he'd cry, and openly, he's not ashamed! He's happy!

Announces it to the whole gang, means for celebration

Takes you on dates to buy cute little baby items ahhh

Eagle Flies

HE'D FREAK THE FUCK OUT

Pace around the room asking if you're for real, contemplates his entire life, curses himself for cumming inside

You'd have to calm him down and talk him through it

It'd be a super emotional moment for the two of you, eventually he'd realize he's fine with the idea of kids and he's just nervous!

Would ask his dad and a lot of tribe members for advice

Over time he'd get way more excited and bring up the topic more often

[onlyyvette]

i need optimus pussy so bad

You're so real for that I'm actually going to make a whole thirst for this

warnings: dom/top reader + sub/bottom optimus prime + cybertronian reader + sloppily eating out Optimus' valve + praise + prime gets wrecked by the power of oral

a/n: thank you so much for giving me the inspo to create this🙏🏾

╰┈➤ Just imagining Optimus laying down on his back and presenting himself for you, large white thighs shyly held open while his digits tentatively hold open his already leaking slit. It's not that he was necessarily scared or nervous, but he can't help but let shivers run down his spinal struts as you admire his valve so intently.

╰┈➤ You were mesmerized by his pulsing blue biolights decorating his valve lips and his oh-so-pretty red node resting in the hood of his valve. His array was the prettiest one you ever saw, When you say that out loud to him, he lets out a small "thank you" and tries to cover his pretty pussy with his servo but you move it out of the way, causing him to let out a whine. You look up from your spot between his thighs and drink in the look on his face. His battle mask was off. His optics are half-shuttered, the light coming out dimmed. A very prominent blue flush is spread across his face and his mouth is screwed into a slight pout. He was so cute and you hadn't even dome anything to him.

╰┈➤ Way too soon, your glossa is on Optimus' valve, and he lets out a short yet embarrassing yelp. In his defense, even though you had done this so many times before, you were always so quick to push your glossa into him and you never held back. Your glossa delves into Optimus' wet heat, forcing it as deep as you can as you listen to the Prime let out moans with his low baritone. He feels your nasal ridge crushing his node and the pleasure bursts under his eyelids.

╰┈➤ Optimus' thighs begin to automatically clamp down on your helm but the slight crushing feeling only raised your charge. You eat him out like a starved mech, sloppily lapping at every node you can feel in the mesh of his valve and making sure he can feel it. By now, Optimus is so close to overloading, he always overloaded quickly from being eaten out. If you lifted up your helm you would see Optimus biting on his servo joints, trying his best to not let out his embarrassing noises but clearly failing.

╰┈➤ With your eager mouth, you'll bring Optimus to overload so hard he won't even know what hit him. He'll let out a series of staticky moans while his thighs clamp down hard on your helm while he squirts, and you'll still work your glossa in his valve despite his recent overload. He'll whine and push at your helm but you both know that those weak pushes don't mean anything-- he doesn't want you to stop and you don't plan on it.

╰┈➤ You'll make him overload a few more times, each overload more powerful than the last. He keeps seeing stars in his vision and--oh Primus-- he's overloading again. He'll sob as he squirts for a last time, his frame trembling from the aftershocks as you suck on Optimus' node for the last time before releasing it. You're almost 100% sure you were left with some kind of helm processor damage, but you really didn't care. After you've eaten his valve out to your satisfaction, you bring helm out from between Optimus' legs and lay your frame on top of his. Your derma meet his and you begin to give each other messy, open-mouthed kisses. His optics shutter close as he whimpers into the kiss. Your servos roam his frame and you map out his familiar curves, lightly groping them, especially his chestplate while the Prime lets out sensual sighs.

╰┈➤ Underneath you, you feel his thighs tighten and rubbing against each other. Making out was getting Optimus charged up again, and it didn't surprise any of you. While your spike pressurized against his abdomen, you knew that you would make sure that your conjunx would be quivering in pleasure by the time you were done with him.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Remember the Shafows of Twilight fic where Twilight got revealed as a wolf and were was an ask about how Ulli won't let Twilight on the couch without a bath? Can you write that?

The stakes were higher than ever. Link refused to lose. Glaring determinedly, he settled his elbow on the table as Rusl sat across from him, mirroring his position. Colin shifted, filled with nervous and excited energy, and then he started to count down.

Both men's arms shook with exertion the instant Colin finished counting. Uli watched from the kitchen, rocking Hama steadily. Of all the family, she looked somehow the most invested but least emotional about it. Her gaze was seemingly neutral, but her eyes wouldn't leave the table.

Colin gasped as Link started to push Rusl's arm closer to the table. Rusl's grip tightened, face pulling with effort. Link smiled, knowing he was going to win.

And then Rusl exhaled heavily through his nose, putting all his energy into one last effort, catching Link off guard and slamming his fist into the table. Colin yelled in surprise, hands thrown into the air for emphasis.

From the kitchen, Uli let out a breath she'd been holding, smiling in victory.

Link wilted at the table, a seeming cloud looming over him.

"Then it's settled," Rusl huffed, panting. "The wolf gets a bath."

Link groaned.

That evening, with extreme reluctance, Link dragged his feet to the sacred spring. He didn't bother mentioning that the spring would likely transform him back immediately. There was absolutely no need to share that information.

Uli, on the other hand, was humming cheerfully as Rusl followed her with supplies in hand. Colin, despite multiple protests, was expressly forbidden from coming along. Link had to save his dignity somehow.

"Ma," he pleaded for the millionth time. "I'm clean already. What's the point of this?"

"Honey, when you were showing Colin your wolf form we all could smell it," Uli replied as gently as she could, but the words still made his cheeks flush in embarrassment. "And your fur is matted and bloody. I... I just want to help you wash that journey off you."

Link didn’t really have a rebuttal for that, words stolen away with his breath. The tenderness woven in the words that his guardian spoke immediately eliminated any other protest he might have, and he sighed reluctantly.

Did he truly want to wash such a journey off him? Did he truly want to let go?

Midna…

She said goodbye. He supposed he should too.

He didn’t want to say goodbye. It didn’t feel like it’s as over.

But he couldn’t say no to his mother, so he grabbed the shadow crystal and let the dark magic break and reshape him. It was a familiar sensation by now, intensely painful but only for a moment, and far less so now that he was expecting it. When the wolf shook free of the shadows, he tentatively stepped towards Uli and Rusl.

Uli smiled, kneeling onto the ground at the shore, arm stretched out invitingly. Link took another small step, listening to Rusl chuckle, and he felt his ears peel back in mild annoyance.

This was ridiculous. He didn’t need a bath. It was silly.

It was downright terrifying. He didn’t want to lose everything from his journey. He didn’t want to wash it off himself.

He didn’t know how to move forward.

Uli cupped her hands, letting sacred water sprinkle over Link. It was warm, relaxing, and he felt his body shiver as the dark magic that changed him tried to recede.

“This might not be the best place for this,” Rusl noted. Link glanced at him, disappointed that the man was already picking up that the water would change him back, but he also noticed a distinct unease to his guardian’s posture.

Rusl didn’t want to be here either. Somehow, his amusement had changed to anxiety. Link could sense it; he could smell it.

In an attempt to cheer Rusl and perhaps give a little act of defiance to Uli’s proposal in the first place, Link flopped on his side, splashing directly into the water and soaking his mother. The warmth wrapped around him like a hug, minimizing the pain as he shifted back, and he smiled up at his guardians as Uli spluttered and Rusl immediately looked relieved.

Does he really think it’s a gift if he gets that nervous? Link wondered, watching his father step toward him.

“Well, now you have an actual reason for a bath in both forms,” Rusl noted, and Link recognized that hew as now covered in mud.

Well… that backfired.

Uli tutted, rising, as Link spluttered for a comeback. Rusl tackled the protesting teenager. After a brief wrestling match, Link found himself in Rusl’s embrace, shivering from the breeze but warm against his guardian’s chest. Somehow, in the time they’d been playing, Uli had grabbed a large tub—the one they usually used for bathing anyway—and was filling it with water.

“Ma, I’m all clean now,” Link said quickly, looking himself over. He was soaking wet, but the mud was certainly gone.

“This is for your other form,” Uli insisted. “I got the water from upstream.”

“Does that make it less sacred…?” Rusl wondered quietly.

“Ordona hasn’t sat in it yet, I guess,” Link grumbled, growing irritated again.

“If we build a fire we can warm it up,” Uli noted with a smile.

Her face was too gentle to keep arguing with her, and Link sighed, leaning heavily against Rusl. He glanced up at him, catching his father’s attention, and Rusl held him a little tighter as if to ask what’s wrong?

“When I… you were…” Link swallowed, trying to find the words. He didn’t want to upset Rusl - things were tenuous enough after the night he’d discovered his ability.

“Link,” Rusl said quietly, gently. “I… we both are still trying to move on from that night. Your transformation doesn’t scare me. I know it’s you. You know that.”

“But—”

“My worries have nothing to do with you being a wolf,” Rusl interrupted. “Sometimes fathers just worry. I love you. Now come on, your mother’s waiting.”

Link sighed, not pushing the matter, but Rusl didn’t let him go as he guided him out of the water. Despite wanting to get it over with at this point, Uli made him wait until she was satisfied with the water temperature, dragging his embarrassment and anxiety out further.

Rusl distracted him with talk of sword fighting and tales from the Resistance, and eventually Link finally settled, nearly forgetting why they were at the spring in the first place.

Until Uli said the water was ready.

“Ma, do I have to?”

“Oh, Link, come on now, it isn’t that bad!”

Uli’s voice was growing more disappointed rather than exasperated, and Link felt a twinge of guilt. Sighing, he transformed once more. Rusl, with his back to the spring, gently nudged him forward, and Link grumbled, feeling it rumble in his chest like a growl before it shaped into a pathetic little howl of protest as it left his muzzle.

His parents laughed. They laughed at his plight.

Ears peeled, tail tucked, Link climbed carefully into the basin with Rusl’s help. As soon as the warm water started to seep into his coat, he swallowed, hesitantly relaxing into it. It… certainly felt nice. He resigned himself to his fate as Uli’s hands ran through his fur, gentle, careful, detangling as she went. He saw the tools stacked on a rock, gathered by Rusl over several trips to Castle Town, and he huffed again.

Link closed his eyes as Uli’s hands moved towards his face and muzzle. He closed his eyes, and for a moment time washed over him, hearing his mother’s screams on his first return to the village after transforming, feeling the steel of Rusl’s blade in his gut as he rested. He shriveled into himself a little, and Uli paused before carefully massaging along his nose, between his eyes, behind his ears. She started humming gently, a familiar tune he’d heard most of his life, and Link hated how his lupine form couldn’t hide his emotions like usual, hated how a little whine escaped his throat.

Uli leaned down and kissed his forehead, hugging him, careless of the soap suds she was getting on her. She didn’t speak, and he was thankful for it, as he felt his predicament couldn’t get much more humiliating, but somehow it soothed him anyway. As his mother continued, he dared to open his eyes, glancing at Rusl, who was watching him with a gentle smile. When they made eye contact, his guardian came in closer, cupping his muzzle with his hands and gently rubbing across the fur on his cheeks with his thumbs.

Link shivered a little, helpless and hating that fact. But he felt safe in their care, and… that was a sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time. Link had no need to worry about whether he actually felt safe - he would make a situation safe. Usually, he was the one people went to for safety. But here, in this quiet little moment, he relaxed.

He relaxed. He hadn’t done that since he’d gone fishing with Midna months ago, long before things had grown overwhelming and constant, before they’d managed to find most of the mirror shards, before urgency had kicked in over everything else.

With every new rinse, the stench of blood and dirt lessened. With every gentle caress, anxieties and tight muscles that hadn’t eased since fighting Ganondorf started to release.

Link stepped out of the tub, feeling utterly exhausted and rejuvenated, and he glanced at his guardians. They smiled back.

And then he got the sudden urge to get all this water off him. So he did.

He shook his coat vigorously, making Rusl and Uli yelp. If he could smirk in his wolf form, he would.

”Just for that, I’m using the puppy perfume,” Uli chided.

Link howled in protest, making a beeline for the woods, and Rusl grabbed him before he could flee. His ire was evident in each and every howl and yelp, in the way he wiggled so vigorously he covered his father in fur. Rusl only laughed, but he did finally concede, “Maybe we can avoid the puppy perfume, dear.”

With that threat rescinded, Link relaxed, held awkwardly in Rusl’s arms before grumbling and wiggling again. Put me down.

Rusl walked to the spring, grip tightening a little, before gently lowering him into the blessed waters. Link felt the dark magic recede, and he sighed, rising a little woozily, muscles still fairly relaxed, held steady by his guardian’s strong hands.

“There, see?” Rusl said with a smile, guiding Link out of the water. “That wasn’t so bad.”

“I didn’t get a chance to brush your coat,” Uli noted a little disappointedly.

“You already bathed me,” Link pointed out exasperatedly. “I don’t need pampering.”

“Your fur’s going to be all matted, hon.”

“I’ve had worse.”

“Leave it be, dear,” Rusl defended Link gently. “I think we could all benefit from a break.”

With that, Uli immediately switched tactics, insisting Link come home with them and rest. Link wanted to argue—it wasn’t like getting a bath was traumatic, not in the slightest, just embarrassing; it wasn’t like he hadn’t just had some kind of release from his journey, as she’d promised… it wasn’t like he was shivering and vulnerable all of a sudden, wanting to hold desperately on to that feeling of safety he’d just gotten back—but there was no argument in the world that would work against her.

Link let his parents guide him back to their house, and he found himself settled in front of the fire with a warm glass of milk. Colin was at his side in an instant, smiling and leaning against him. He paused, sniffing, making Link throw him a bewildered look.

“I thought you’d smell like the shampoo or something,” Colin said thoughtfully. “That form really does hide stuff.”

Link knew Colin meant it innocently, but given what Uli had said earlier, it really hit harder than it should. He shook the feeling off, elbowing his little brother. “Well, I’m glad. I don’t want to smell like roses.”

But what if he no longer held Midna’s scent in his fur either? His heart lurched a moment, chest feeling like he’d been punched, and his eyes widened a moment.

And then Rusl and Uli settled beside him with blankets and leftover biscuits from breakfast. And though Link still missed his friend so desperately, he knew he wasn’t at least completely alone.

And… perhaps washing some of the stains of his journey away had been a good idea after all.

[roxoxoxoxy]

Could you please do 18 with hanbin🙏thank you!!

That prompt suits him so well omg 🤭

Prompt game list

18- "You're making it really hard to be a gentleman."

Minors dni

When Hanbin had first matched with you he almost didn't even want to go on a date, not because of anything you did, but because of all the failed talking stages he hadn't been able to get out of. Every connection he'd made on this dating app always seemed to fizzle out before it got anywhere, leaving him disappointed and honestly feeling pretty undesirable.

However, to his delight, things have been going really well between you too. You talk on the phone all the time and have been going on dates pretty consistently. He's just about ready to make it official but....you two keeps dancing around the topic of sex. Or rather, more accurately, he's been avoiding the conversation all together.

It isn't like he doesn't want or, or that there's something wrong with you, he's just too nervous to do it. Things have been going so well and he doesn't think he'll have the heart to continue dating if things don't work out between you two. He really really likes you and he's just so scared of fucking something up.

On your end you're growing increasingly frustrated at his lack of an answer. He won't have sex with you but he also won't explain what it is that's got him so nervous. To be fair it's not like you've asked him directly to fuck you but you've been dropping hints the size of atomic bombs and he still won't give an answer. Which is why you've deviced a plan.

When you asked Hanbin to come over and watch a movie with you he agreed pretty easily. It's not like he has no idea what you're implying with that, it's pretty obvious, but he supposes he had to rip off the bandage eventually. He takes a deep breath before knocking on your door, adjusting his clothes nervously.

You greet him with a smile and..... you're wearing a big T-shirt and shorts so small he can barely see them. Hanbins sure you want him to die.

"Sorry i didn't bother dressing up, I mean we're just watching a movie so I didn't think I'd matter"

"No it's fine, you look great in everything" The smile you give him makes him melt a little inside, his hands stick themselves directly on top of his legs when he sits down on your couch. Back uncomfortably straight as he looks everywhere but at you.

When you turn on the movie you cuddle up next to him, your head on his shoulder and your arm wrapped around his. He tries to relax on the couch trying to ignore how good you smell and now soft your skin is, and how the way you're pressing against him is causing blood to flow directly to his dick. He shifts uncomfortably, trying not to look at you. You look at him with faux concern, as you if you aren't doing this on purpose, sitting up slightly to look at him directly.

"Are you okay Hanbin? You look uncomfortable"

"I'm sorry, I'm just a little tired today, I swear I feel okay" He tries to put on a convincing smile, hoping you won't notice how much of an obvious lie that it.

"...did I do something to upset you?"

"What? Of course not"

"so why won't you touch me?" hanbins ears turn a pretty pink at your words, he gulps, looking away from you.

".....I touch you." He insists, eyes growing wide when you move closer to him, practically straddling him.

"Not how I want you to." You're a bit shocked yourself with how bold you're being. Hanbin gulps slightly, hands stuck to his side so he doesn't touch you.

"You're making it really hard to be a gentleman right now."

"Maybe I don't want you to be a gentleman"

There's a moment of silence as Hanbin collects his thoughts, your hearts practically beating out of your chest as you wait for him to say something. You feel his hands grab your waist, tentatively pulling you closer to him so you're straddling him properly. He looks at you for confirmation one last time before he finally kisses you.

You should be embarrassed how you moan into the kiss but with how eager you've been all night you can't bring yourself to care. Hanbin shifts his hands down to your hips, making you grind against his hard cock as his lips leave your lips and trail down your neck.

He starts leaving hickies on your collarbones, causing you to throw your head back. You can't help but let out some small moans at the feeling of his cock grinding against you, you try to cover your mouth but Hanbin doesn't let you, grabbing your hand. He smirks when he heard you whine for more, talking about how just grinding against him isn't enough.

"I hope you know what you're signing up for."

Tysm for requesting :D

[thequietkid-moonie]

okay, i have no idea why it took me so long to request this BUT... kokichi, nagito, kazuichi, 9S, 2B and A2 with an autistic s/o (or just neurodivergent in general <3)

i hope you're having a lovely morning, day, evening or night moonie! you're great and i'm looking forward to reading this hehe <3

Autistic S/O

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Kokichi, Nagito, Kazuichi, 9S, 2B, A2 ]

[ Killing Harmony ] [ Goodbye Despair ] [ NieR Automata ]

Thank you for requesting this V-chaaaan!!! Is been so loooong since last time i wrote for autistic reader and this was totally amazing to write!!

I was a little nervous since I didn't knew if I was writing it right but at the end I think i made a good job! Besides, i been trying to left behind all the masking and try to just be autistic so this is comforting!

Kokichi Ouma

Once someone catch Kokichi's attention the he will become clingy and incredibly curious about that person, his main reason was to get to know with what he could mess with you, that is how he find out you are autistic even before you get to tell him, and even if at first he just tries to find ways to mess with you by it as he grows to care more for you he becomes more respectful

Kokichi doesn't see anything bad on you being autistic, is the way you have born and is who you are and there is nothing wrong with it, he would call you silly if you ever feel bad about being or doing what you need to feel comfortable (besides, he doesn't want show you how much it hurt him seeing you upset by you just being you when he completely loves it). He is more than ready to step in to defend you if someone dares to say something bad about you for being you, and if someone is bold enough to call you a burden for being autistic then that person will be his new and only target for a while (he will even ask Gonta's help since Gonta is willing to protect his friends too)

Kokichi does want to know more about your autism since for everyone affects and is expressed their own ways, besides he loves learning more about you, so he will just follow you around wherever you go and ask you a lot of things (he is too curious to don't do it, but if you feel overwhelmed or like he is inviding your personal space he will stop, brushing it off with a joke of course, but will apologize when you two are alone, specially if he had upset you) he may joke about your behavior or about the way you do things but he doesn't mean to hurt you, is just his normal self and he tries to don't come up with harmful jokes

One of the biggest desire of Kokichi is to be seen as funny for others, he doesn't want to be seen as boring, and adding that he likes playing pranks is safe to say that he will pull pranks on you and joke a lot with you, however he does take in consideration your autism when thinking on the pranks or the jokes, making sure is something won't trigger you nor overwhelme you, as well that is something you can easily understand (in case you have troubles understanding certain things), he actually has a lot of fun while thinking on what jokes and pranks he can do to you but will deny it and feel incredibly embarrassed if someone ever find out, even if someone point it out as a posibility he immediatly gets on the defensive due the embarrassment (even if is you)

Kokichi grows to be quite protective over you, specially when you are more sensitive, he just hate seeing you in pain or bothered by something (and if you tent to stim in harmful ways that trigger something inside of him), still he tries to go around the topic and help you indirectly, be by distracting you or making you to only focus on him, or going against others if they had triggered you

He like hearing you talk about your special interests, he may don't remember everything you had told him because he sometimes gets easily distracted but he does remember the most important parts (or the ones that are definetly your favorites), and you can see it reflected on some of the jokes he says where he mention something you had told him about your special interest

He would think is a little silly having comfort item or even stim toys actually he is just jealous but at the same time he assure you that is completely fine, if you want them then why don't having them? He doesn't let anyone touch them or even glance at them unless he knows they have your permission (and ask like a million of times if you are sure), and he normally doesn't touch them unless he has your permision or just can't resist (over time he will learn how important they are for you and learn to don't hide them as a prank)

Nagito Komaeda

Is painfully obvious when Nagito is in love, he wants to be with you at all times (even when he sees himself as nothing more than trash and a burden), and he will pay a lot of attention to you, wanting to learn about you or just appreciate you, so even if you don't tell him about it, even before start dating, he would notice that there is something off about you (not that he find it as being bad, he just noticed)

If you decide to tell him that you are autistic he will accept it right away, telling you that nothing could make him think less of you nor love you less, he will want to know more (and even ask your permission before asking for more details), this is obviously something important for you, it affects the way you percive the world after all. Even so, if you prefer to keep it as a secret Nagito will notice the little hints of thing you like, dislike or even do, he won't confront you about it but will take mental notes about it (even when he feels like invading your privacy by doing it)

Honestly, Nagito doesn't see anything bad on your disability (not that he would ever see anything bad on you), he just thinks is something that makes you way more special and hopeful, you don't see the worlds like other and had to live in a world that isn't made with your needs in mind (sadly, he actually hates it) and that makes you even more hopeful in his eyes

Even when Nagito is really clingy and needy you will be his top priority, so he will pay close attention and hesitantly ask if you have special need that he should have in consideration, he is willing to change his whole life just to fit on what is best for you, is the least he can do and only hopes that trash like him can help you with whatever you need (that is what he insist on), besides he hates seeing you upset and if he can do something to help you out he won't even doubt on doing whatever he can for you

Nagito is touch starved and will be lying if he says that he won't like to be close to you, however he doesn't seem himself as worthy and thinks that he may just bother you, so he just let you touch him whenever you want, and however you want, if you want a hug or hold his hand is okay, as well he is always up for you to stim with him, play with his hands or hair all you want he doesn't mind (actually he feels completely flustered and honored, it brings him so much joy, although he insisted on apologizing for you having to touch or be around trash like him at first)

If you sometimes don't do simple things like eating or drinking water, wearing warm clothes when its cold or even getting hurt without noticing just because you just didn't felt it or just forgot is something that will worry him way too much, he wants you to be healthy and happy (and he is scare of losing you), so in this case he will make his personal goal to take care of you, however it would be really dificult for him to get used to do it because trash like him shouldn't tell you what to do, but he tries to remind himself that is for your own good

With time he will learn to identify how you express yourself, whenever you are happy (if you happy stim he will start doing it with you at some point, but will apologize profusely for doing it the first time) or whenever you are feeling sad or annoyed, he tries his hardest to help you avoid things you hate or hurt, still there is the posibility of you feeling overwhelmed, he would panic the first time but quickly tries to help you (remembering all he knows so far about you), he will get better at helping over time, and even if the first times he made a good job he will apologize for not being of help

As well, Nagito is completely respectful of you and your things, if you have comforting things, stiming toys or anything that can help you he treats those things with the say gentleness he treats you (however, he wont dare to touch those things unless you give him your explicit permission, and still he will feel hesitant of holding them at first, fearing that his luck will act and make him broke them or something)

Kazuichi Soda

Kazuichi tent to be blinded by his love, once he falls in love he start to seeing the person he likes as perfect and won't hear anyone saying that there is something wrong with that person, that is why even if he ever start noticing the hints of your autism he probably just won't think much of it

You have to tell him directly and with sincerity that you are autistic and that there are certain things you don't tolerate, otherwise it would take him a long time to notice (even when he notice whenever you feel upsed, he would just not fully understand), and even if you ask him to be a little less intense or there are things about him that overwhelmed you he will be grateful that you tell him now rather than just suffering in silence, it take him a moment to fully process the information but at the end he knows this is for your comfort and healthy so he has no problem on having to adapt himself to you

Kazuichi will actually have a hard time understanding that you have autism and actually remembering that there are certain things he should change or just do, he is quite clingy, touchy and loud so he probably bring you some troubles, still he does apologize everytime he sees that he had made you uncomfortable (for what he hates himself) and always promise to don't do it again, wich he always tries, in the other hand if you don't mind that part of him or even liked it that will make him feel so much joy and will even be proud of himself (but will lead him to be a little more intense for a while)

It has never been a secret how much Kazuichi loves you, and loves everything about you, so your autism will only increase the little quirks of you that he loves, your good hearing or the way you always notice little details, how diferent things bring you diferent sensations or even that there are things you prefer to avoid, everything makes you even more beautiful and special in his eyes! He has no problem on helping you avoid what it hurts and surround yourself with comforting and good things!

As well, he is quite protective over you, so he doesn't want to protect you only of your surroundings but also of people, he doesn't let anyone say anything bad about your autism, he won't be the type to jump into the fight but if someone dares to ofend you that person won't heard the end of it. As well, Kazuichi won't really be the best when it comes to comforting but he is fully focused on helping you feel well again whenever you feel the slighest upsed, he goes from reminding you how beautiful and special you are to bringing you anything that can comfort you (items, food, something related to your special interest, anything he can think on), it may be a little exaggerated but intention is what counts

Kazuichi is mesmerized by your voice, so he will be more than happy to heard you talk about your special interest, he may get confused sometimes with so much infomation and ask a few times if you can repeat yourself but he is trying his best to actually learn what are you talking about (although, there are some times where he gets completely quiet because he is lost and don't understand what are you talking about at all, but he always apologize for it). As well, he won't dare to ask you for it but he it will bring him way too much joy if you are willing to heard him rant about what he likes or what he is working on too

His workshop can be either an interesting place or a complete nightmare, with all the stimuli that are there, from visual to auditory and even olfactory, he loves your company and if you were willing to stay with him while he works then he will be more than happy, but if his workshop is something that makes you uncomfortable he will profusely apologize before taking you away from there, he even promise to make it up for you (he gets into the habit of cleaning himself before seeing you after working, although he is a little messy while cleaning himself because he wants to rush and see you right away)

9S

9S can't just hold back himself, even when feelings are forbidden for a YoRHa Unit he just can't not feel (and express himself, he has no problem with speaking his heart out), and even if at first it was more curiosity and his duty it didn't take him long to fall in love with you

9S is a really curious android, he likes learning all he can about the world and the humans, so even before finding you he already knew quite a lot about humans, thanks to that (and for being really observant) it wont take him long to realice that, in fact you aren't as how the common humans are, what, honestly, just lead him to be more curious

At first your autism was something that make him feel really curious, but the more got to learn about it and how it affects you the more he start to love it, he sometimes feels bad about loving your disability the way he does (mainly when you feel upset or even overwhelmed) but he just can't help it, for him is like something that just makes you a million times more special, what sometimes lead him to feel a little flustered since you love him too

9S will be so curious about your autism that is more probably that he will try to ask you about it since the start, he will be a little messy and overexcited with his questions but will apologize when he realice what he is doing, reasuring you that you don't have to answer all his questions. After the initial excitement 9S will choose to be more calm and learn by watching you rather than asking (unless you don't mind), honestly he will never be tired of watching you, every time he get to learn something new about you he feels so much joy and amusment, even if is something small

Something that will make him quite sad is when he gets to learn about the stimuli that brings you discomfort, he thinks the world is quite fascinating and interesting but if there are some things that you can't just tolerate or even hurts it makes him immediatly worry, he can't be at ease when he knows you are upsed (although, he doesn't blame you or get mad in the slighest, he is just genuinely worried about you and won't dare to leave you alone when you are feeling bad, unless you really need to be alone)

9S will always try to create a comfortable and safe space around you, surrounding you with things you aprove as being comforting and not overstimulanting, always make sure to bring you new things that he find on his missions that he thinks you will like or make sure to carry around a comfort item of your safe space whenever you two go out for a walk (or in a little adventure)

If you ever have problems to express yourself or even go non-verbal he won't make a big deal out of it, he may be weird out and worried the first time but over time he just get used to, and every time it happen he is always there to try to help you find the right words or just guess what are you trying to express, you can even invent your own way to express yourself and he will just adapt to it (he actually has a lot of fun trying to help you, he finds it interesting and amusing)

9S grow to have the habit of constantly asking your opinion or put attention to your reaction to diferent things because he loves getting to know how you see the world, he loves hearing you rant about things that catch your attention or just stim to express yourself, he always watch you with a lot of love and care, those moments of peace feels like if in the world only exist you two

Also, 9S grows to love watch you stim so much that he just get used to imitate you, and end up doing it himself, specially when he has to be away for a mision and can't be with you, he just end up doing what you do to stim without even noticing

2B

As much as 2B repeat herself that something like feelings is forbidden for a YoRHa Unit that have never stoped her from actually feeling, and falling in love wouldn't be an exception, even when it take her a while to accept her feelings at the end she started a relationship with you with the silent promise to protect you from anything and everything

2B doesn't know everything about humans, only the data that YoRHa has (and the part that she is allowed to get to know), still she will probably know (or at least suspect) that you aren't exactly like the common humans, she notice the little hints of your autism since the start but decide to don't say anything (and is quickly to shut up pod if they say something about it)

2B is more like a spectator most of the time with you, specially for your condition, she prefers to watch you go around and learn by doing so (besides, she finds quite fascinating just watching you and learning from it, is something so new and yet so beautiful in her eyes), she will learn over time to identify whenever you enjoy or hate something, she learns to identify your reactions and signals and quickly to help you whenever you are feeling upset. YoRHa units have been made to protect humanity, however is her love what lead her to see you as the most precious person in her life and the one she must protect at all cost, you are the bright of her days and her hope, she wouldn't mind perishing in battle if is to protect you

Once knowing that you are autistic she will try to learn more about it, and will even ask 9S if he knows about it, she wants to know as much as she can because is something important in your life (she will ask you too, but it would take her a while since she feels a little bit shy about asking you about it, considering it as something really personal), and, at the end she will make sure to don't forget anything she had learn and always take it in consideration when being with you (or when something is related to you)

2B goes at your rythm and following your lead most of the time, if you want physical affection she will do her best to provide it to you, if you don't want to be touched she will take some distance, if you want to go around she will be by your side, making sure your little trip is safe, if you want to infodump she is all ears, if you just feel like doing nothing she can make you company while doing nothing (honestly, most of the time she just look like some kind of bodyguard but she does it from the bottom of her heart, and will learn to feel more at ease over time, finally actually participate and will start to want more)

2B grows to be a little overprotective over you, she just want to keep you safe and by being human already make her think of you as weak or delicate (mainly for the diference of her being an android and you a human, not because she underestimate you), and your condition only makes her that idea go further, whenever you are feeling specially sensitive she gets anxious, not knowing if it would be alright for her to approach since she doesn't want to cause you any pain

Also, 2B tries her best to provide you with comforting things, she even ask 9S and the androids of the resistance camp for help, she ask that if they find anything that could make you feel more comfortable or at home please let her know

2B will just grow to have the habit of constantly look at you to make sure you are feeling alright and trying to read your body language for any sight of whatever you feel, she is always trying to make you feel comfortable, she doesn't know how it is to be human, let alone how it feels the world the way you feel it, so, at some point she will ask you to please don't doubt on expressing how you feel or if you need something, she will be there to help you at the best of her habilities

Despite everything, one of 2B's favorites things to do is just watch or heard you, the way you express, the way you stim or even just the way your carry yourself around is fascinating to her, is one of the beauties of being alive and is a reminder for her that if you love her then that means she isn't a bad person

A2

Finding a human alive was really surprising and yet that wasn't the only reason why she decided to keep you close to her, she feel worry and care for you since the start so decided to keep you close and help you, the care only grew over time and she realiced that what she felt was love the moment she noticed how you have changed her life, making it brighter and bringing more things to her life aside form the loneliness and sadness

A2 probably won't know about humans as much as the new YoRHa Units, but since she cares for you she pays a lot of attention to you so she will just learn how you are by watching you, and she actually start to grow quite curious over time; once she feel more comfortable with having you around (and finds a way to keep you safe while still killing the machines) then she will try to learn more and maybe even get the courage to ask (what won't be too difficult when you two start dating)

A2 takes her time to get to meet you slowly, asking you little by little about your autism and your curious behavior, she takes time to fully understand what are you telling her about what and how you feel, and everything she get to know makes her feel more curious but also protective over you

A2 is really protective over you, she does regret what happened on her past and have already lost a lot, so she fears losing you too (specially after creating a special bound with you), that is why she feels frustrated about your autism because, as much as she wants there are things that she can't protect you from, stimuli and sensations that makes you feel bad or that even hurt and a full new concept for her, and even when she undestand it she just feels like she can't do anything for you, at the end is that feeling what lead her to actually ask you if there is something she can do for you when you feel overwhelmed or bothered by those things, she will try to do all she can to bring you at least a little bit of comfort

A2 tend to worry a lot when it comes to you, now that you are here with her you are all what she has, and since she let you get close to her now you mean way to much for her, that is way she gets scare whenever you feel hipersensitive or overwhelmed, just by seeing you in distress makes her feel anxious, fearing that someone have tried to attack you, it would take her a long time to get used to this kind of situation, still no matter how much times it pass she always worries a lot. It will also worry her when she saw you stim or go semi-verbal or non-verbal for the first time, she feared that something have happened to you (although, even when she feels scare she keeps the composture, so it may not be obvious)

You end up changing A2's life because she has more to do rather than just go around and kill the machines, now she has to take care of you, and yet he isn't bothered by the slighest, you could fully rely in her and she won't have troubles with be there for you because now you are her new purpose on life (however, she prefers if you don't fully relay on her for everything because it could put you at risk since you two live in a dangerous world). Is more likely A2 just end up bulding some kind of house where you can be comfortable and safe, is not A2's style but now that she has you one of her main purposes is to keep you safe (besides, if changes put you in distress it would be better to avoid them as much as posible)

A2 is really interested on learning about how you see the world and life, you two just probably have diferent ways to see the present (specially since you are human), so A2 tries to motivate you to express yourself all you want, even if she doesn't do it most of the time that shouldn't stop you, even if you do it by meaningless sounds or movements just to stim A2 will just learn that is the way you express yourself and will end up finding it quite mesmerizing

[the-fiction-witch]

I Like Him P5

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Oscar Tully Couple - Oscar X Reader Reader - (OC) Jaerra Targaryen [Daughter of Daemon Targaryen & Rhea Royce] Rating - 15 + Word Count - 1721

Jaerra fixed her belt and tossed her braided hair over her shoulder as she headed to the door.

Oscar spotted her heading out of the castle, so quickly made his way over to her.

"Jaerra, Good afternoon."

"Afternoon Oscar," She smiled as she walked,

"Where uhh where are you off to?"

"No dragon keepers in Harrenhal, and Iēdar lilagon is picky about his food, so I'm going to feed him myself." She explained,

"Oh," He gasped, "It's not really safe outside the castle alone Jaerra,"

"I'll have my dragon," she chuckled,

"Still, it's not wise for a lovely lady alone." He said, "I'd like to accompany you, if I may?" he asked softly taking her hand,

"That's very sweet," she smiled, "but I'm a big girl I can handle myself, Oscar,"

"I have no doubts you can, but I would be worried sick until you return."

"Should the Lord Paramount of the Riverlands really being heading out with me? Is it safe for such an important lord outside the castle?"

"I will keep us safe," he smiled, "And besides, we'll have your dragon."

"Alright," She chuckled, she squeezed his hand and the two left Harrenhall hand in hand through the green Riverland grass.

They moved slowly through the grass, hand in hand, their hands swinging back and forth as they stepped. She leads him down the small hill towards the edge of the water of the God's Eye, where Jaerra's dragon Iēdar lilagon sat. Iēdar lilagon was a large dragon for his age, his body a deep blue with scales of shimmering white,

Oscar squeezed her hand a little tighter, trying to keep his fear under his skin. he perked up as he saw Jaerra approach,

"Sȳz ñāqes valītsos," ("Good morning boy,") She cooed as she broke her hand from Oscar's to rub her hand over Iēdar lilagon's nose, and the dragon rubbed against her hand, "gīda, gīda, sȳz valītsos" ("calm, calm, good boy")

"He uhh he's very magnificent," Oscar smiled trying not to let his fear slip from his lips,

She softly giggled, "He is isn't he," she smiled, "You can come closer,"

Oscar was nervous but he trusted Jaerra so he sheepishly stepped a little closer,

Iēdar lilagon rose, the dragon moved slightly closer,

As soon as Oscar was close enough Iēdar lilagon sniffed him,

"gīda, gīda, Iēdar lilagon sȳz valītsos" ("calm, calm, Iēdar lilagon good boy") she cooed as she petted the dragon,

"Uhh hello," Oscar tenderly spoke,

Iēdar lilagon, opened its jaw wide and screeched in Oscar's face,

Oscar had to plant his feet as he desperately gasped trying to conceal his fear, even if he wanted to turn tail and bolt for the castle, "I - I uhh- I'm sorry," He gasped afraid he had angered the dragon,

"It's alright Oscar, He's just talking to you." She smiled, "You said hello, he's just saying it back,"

Oscar gulped looking up at the massive dragon, "Say- saying hello?"

"Mhm," She nodded, "Come on, touch him,"

"I can- he won't-" He stuttered a little,

"He won't hurt you, I promise oscar," She nodded,

He nodded and slowly moved closer, he let out a long breath before he rose his hand, he was slow and tentative, careful with every inch he moved towards the scales,

Iēdar lilagon shifted and moved but not enough to show displeasure or force Oscar away from him.

Oscar's hand met Iēdar lilagon, the dragon's skin felt hot to the touch, the rough scales sharp at their point, he could feel the dragon's every breath and shift, but he felt his heart jump a little, his eyes and smile wide as the moment sank in. He was touching a dragon, a dragon was letting him touch it.

"See he's a nice boy really," Jaerra laughed,

"Yeah he uhh he is really nice," Oscar smiled, "What's his name again?"

"Iēdar lilagon," She smiled,

"Ieder Liliagon…" Oscar tried to repeat,

"Iēdar lilagon," she repeated with a small laugh as she walked to a small wagon the men had brought out for the dragons,

"Iēdar… lilagon?" He asked,

"Yep, you got it," she nodded as she brought a sheep over,

"Why is he named that?" Oscar asked,

"Well, all the other dragons have High Valyrian names, I wanted him to have one so I just picked Iēdar lilagon, Water Dancer, or Water Dance in the actual translation." Jaerra dragged the sheep to the dragon's feet, "Go on," She laughed,

Iēdar lilagon glared down and kicked the sheep away, like a child tossing fruit from its highchair,

Oscar couldn't help but laugh,

"It's sheep. You like sheep." She glared kicking the sheep back, "Eat it."

Iēdar lilagon snarled at her,

Jaerra just stood firmly not even breaking eye contact with her dragon, "Ipradagon" ("Eat")

Oscar couldn't help but admire her bravery in glaring down a dragon that clearly wasn't happy with her,

Iēdar lilagon screeched in her face blowing her hair but she didn't even flinch,

"Ipradagon." ("Eat") she demanded, "Ipradagon se ōtor," ("Eat the sheep")

Oscar smiled at the interaction between them, and he felt compelled to help, "Go on Iēdar lilagon, I'm sure it's tasty." he suggested,

Iēdar lilagon didn't seem impressed with the Riverlord telling him what to do baring his teeth to Oscar,

But Oscar stood firm, "I'm sure it's nice, I know I'd love a bit of roast lamb. Just give it a try okay."

The dragon snorted before leaning down and beginning to eat the sheep,

Oscar smiled widely as he stepped away, rather proud of himself that he managed to not only touch a dragon, but talk to it, and convince it to eat. He stepped back till he stood beside Jaerra,

She smiled a proud look in her eyes and a soft affectionate smile on her lips,

Oscar was about to speak but it all happened so suddenly,

Jaerra's hand moved to pat his shoulder, then slid down to his tricep, her fingers wrapping around his upper arm softly, and she closed the distance between them pressing a small, delicate, tender, sweet, gentle, kiss to his cheek. Just a little peck barely half a second.

Oscar's heart jumped to his throat, he could feel it thumping and his blood pumping across his whole body, his toes and fingertips felt a little numb, he let go of a breath he wasn't even aware he was holding, he was worried for a moment that he would lose his balance and topple over onto the grass, his cheeks turned as red as a poppy flower.

"Thank you, Oscar, for coming with me. And helping with him," She smiled giving his arm a squeeze before she moved away,

He felt a fire where she touched, his cheek felt both numb and dragon burnt at the same time, he couldn't help absentmindedly rubbing the cheek she kissed, but not rubbing to remove it like he would for any milk nurse or older lady who would kiss his cheeks, but he rubbed her kiss into his skin as if he wanted to keep it a part of him forever, He coughed and tried to speak his voice a little squeaky, "You're welcome, Jaerra,"

She smiled and went to fetch Iēdar lilagon another sheep,

"Why uhh why did you name him that? Iēdar lilagon, Water dance?" He asked, trying not to make his giddiness so obvious to her,

"Well, I was a kid. So not exactly the most inventive. He's blue and white like the water and its waves," She explained, "I also didn't know that many high valyian words yet," she laughed, "But it made sense, I was born on a rainy day, he hatched on a rainy day,"

"Makes sense I guess," He chuckled,

"And he loves flying over water, don't you big guy?" She smiled giving the dragon's snout a kiss, before she came to stand with Oscar once more,

"He does?"

"He does, he flies for hours around the water at Dragon Stone, over the narrow sea from runestone to bravos, even here he likes to fly above the god's eye all day." She chuckled,

"Yeah… he likes water," He nodded, And as he gathered the last of his bravery he took her hand in his intertwining their fingers and rubbing his thumb against her hand, "Jaerra?"

"Yes, Oscar?" She smiled,

"The uhh the Riverlands are famously… full of water," He says,

"I- I suppose so yes," she chuckled,

"And… and Riverrun sits upon the Red Fork, three sides surrounded by water." He explained, "And If uhh - if you were to come and visit," He began before it all came tumbling out, "If you came to visit, as Lord of Riverrun I would give you the best room, with a view overlooking the water, and you could stay, we could stay in Riverrun together as long as you wanted, and Iēdar lilagon would have all the water's of the Riverlands to fly above, and I would demand no man, woman or child in the Riverlands ever to harm him…" He took a breath at last his eyes meeting her's, "Sorry-" He back tracked, "I uh-"

"I'd like that," she smiled,

He stopped short, "You- you would?"

"I would," she nodded squeezing his hand, "When the war is over, I'd love to visit Riverrun, Iēdar lilagon can fly over the water all he likes, and we can see one another."

He couldn't hold back his blush, "I'd really like that too," He nodded,

Jaerra smiled and patted his hand in hers before she moved away, and went over to Iēdar lilagon climbing up onto the saddle, "I'll see you later Oscar, he always needs some fly time after his food,"

"Of course," Oscar nodded, backing away a little, but he knew he couldn't let this remain a moment more, "Jaerra?"

"Yes, Oscar?" She smiled as she clipped herself into the saddle,

"I really like that idea," he smiled, "I- I really like… you. I do, I really like you."

Jaerra smiled widely, "I like you too Oscar,"

"You do?" He asked wide-eyed and excited,

"I do," she smiled, "I'll see you back inside later, I promise," She cooed,

"Okay," he nodded,

She blew him a small kiss before she spoke to Iēdar lilagon and the dragon fluttered it's large wings picking up into the sky,

Oscar blushed hard and watched as she took to the sky, flying over the god's eye. "… By the seven gods… I love that girl," And he blew her a kiss as the shadow of her dragon passed over head.

[animeyanderelover]

Hi! Can I request Peter and Snake (Black Butler) falling for the same darling?

I hope this is fine. Also, do you write for a hypermobile darling? I might send that in next.

I would write for a hypermobile darling if someone were to request it. As long as I'm comfortable and confident enough to write for something I won't reject it.

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, stalking, guilt-tripping, manipulation, isolation, slapping

Tags: @lovley-valentine7 @leveyani @chxxz

In love with the same darling

⚕️​🤸‍♂️​It is very likely that you are also part of the circus, though not part of the artists that regularly perform as you take on more of a background role. Snake and Peter are both first-string members of the circus, meaning that they have their own tents and do not have to help with constructions or with preparing the meals. Neither of those two is exceptionally fond of interacting with every newcomer either though there are different reasons for that. Snake is a quiet and reserved individual who appears very intimidating due to his distant appearance as well as the constant presence of his venomous snakes, meaning that most people tend to avoid him. Whilst he is certainly not all innocence and sunshine Snake is a sensitive, awkward and shy person who is self-conscious of his own appearance that was the reason for him having been made an anomaly and outcast before he was rescued by the other first-string members. Peter on the other hand is much more outwardly aggressive as well as brash and outspoken yet he only trusts really the few members of the circus he has known since his hardest days.

⚕️​🤸‍♂️​If we're talking about who is more likely to fall in love first though it is still most likely going to be Snake who is the more mellow individual even if his appearance may not hint at it. It might even be that he has been silently admiring you for a while from a distance without you even being aware of it before you two happen to bump into each other by accident. A few things you should know and get used to is that you're going to do the majority of the talking as Snake will either keep quiet or speak in the words of his reptile friends. Considering that all of them know of Snake's feelings though and try consistently to encourage him to confess to you and claim you, especially when the two of you spend time together, he remains silent throughout most of your interactions. He knows that this is not a good approach as he doesn't want you to believe that he is not interested in you but Snake is not used to speaking up for himself as he normally lets his snakes choose what he is going to say. He's shy and awkward, his palms sweaty and his heart drumming against his chest whenever the two of you are together.

⚕️​🤸‍♂️​His body language gives away what words don't though. He's nervous and doesn't know what to do and if one simply reads the signs of his body it is obvious that he likes you. He doesn't know what to do with his hands when he's around you and constantly changes their position, his eyes are trained on you until your eyes meet his which causes him to quickly glance away as he can feel the heat sprouting on his face and he always leans in subtly when you're talking, loving the sound of your voice. A majority of his time he still spends admiring you from a few feet away, far too self-conscious of his appearance to dare to approach you constantly. Especially if you are someone who is scared of snakes would he be very insecure, especially since he is a snake hybrid himself and shares some characteristics such as the forked tongue and the scales littering his skin. It has to be said but a major bad influence for Snake are his scaled friends who constantly urge him to act on his desires, who spy on you and steal clothes and trinkets of yours and deliver it to Snake who shamefully keeps all of them inside his tent even if he scolds his friends for their inappropriate behavior.

⚕️​🤸‍♂️​Peter takes a lot longer to develop feelings for you even if it is more likely that he is the one who you met first between the two of you, even if only briefly, and who you interact with overall more in comparison to Snake. He truly is the complete opposite to the white-haired man. He's loud, confident, outspoken and not afraid at all to speak out what he is thinking even if his brash words may hurt your feelings. Sometimes he is supervising the second-string members training and Peter is probably the one most likely to criticise everyone and everything about the performers, incredibly insensitive to how hurtful his sentences may be as well as not caring that he embarrasses the other artists by scolding and insulting them in front of everyone else. His own growing interest in you flies over his head for a good few weeks where you genuinely believe that he just as a personal vendetta against you for mysterious reasons. From all performers you get scolded, belittled and criticised the most whenever he is around to the point where the people around you just pity you at this point. All of this because he has started paying much more attention to you, observant of your every movement.

⚕️​🤸‍♂️​Snake has his snakes who clarify his feelings to him and in Peter's case it's Wendy who suggests to him that he might be in love with you. It is a thought that curiously enough hasn't crossed his mind so far. Yet he is constantly talking about you, most likely by retelling everything that you did wrong again and that you don't seem to learn from your mistakes at all. It's quite suspicious just how often he feels the need to bring you up in a conversation and even if he is talking mostly negatively about you there is still an undeniable passion he seems to harbor for you. Peter's initial reaction upon hearing Wendy's suspicion is to deny her claims yet her words are the kick that is needed to get everything into motion at last. Her words stick with him, especially when his eyes lock on to your form. Peter doesn't trust easily nor is he the gentle and charming type. He knows all of that but he doesn't even consider changing himself for you either. He's determined and confident, traits that Snake lacks, and decides to go for you by using his own methods. You may not like him nor would you consent to his ways of courting someone but he has done much worse.

⚕️​🤸‍♂️​Suddenly you have much less time for Snake as Peter demands most of it for himself. He has taken it upon himself to train you and his lessons are arduous and straining as he doesn't spare you any mercy. Your whole body is aching by the end of each day and you barely have any energy left as you almost crawl your way back to your tent and fall asleep right away. Additionally Peter has quickly grown to be quite possessive and jealous now that he finally understands how he feels for you and he hasn't missed that you have some secretive friendship going on with Snake nor has he missed how the white-haired performer always seems to lurk around and observe you silently. He does not like it at all and so he quickly tells you that he doesn't want you to hang out with Snake anymore. There is nothing that guy could teach you and he thinks that your lack of talent should be prioritised over wasting your time by hanging around with a first-string member. You're a second-string, don't get cocky with him just because you happen to know one of the first-strings. Peter threatens you, warns you that if you don't improve he might have to kick someone as talentless as you out of the circus.

⚕️​🤸‍♂️​Dealing with the flying trapez artist is exhausting and draining as his temper is easily ignited, his small body containing more rage and aggression than you could have ever fathomed. You can't even talk back to him whenever he lashes out on you because you did something wrong again or because he got jealous because you socialised because if you do he only gets angrier with you. Sometimes his anger has blown up which resulted in him harshly slapping you and all of those moments solidify your growing fear of him even if he might be smaller than you. He's constantly threatening you with throwing you out of the circus if you don't put in more work yet as soon as you blurt out that you might consider doing so when you are tired and exhausted he laughs at you and mocks you, questions you where you would even consider to go as you have zero talent not only in the circus but also outside of it. Other first-string members become increasingly aware of Peter's unjustified behavior towards you yet he won't let them reason with him. Sometimes he even goes as far as threatening him, telling them to stay out of his business.

⚕️​🤸‍♂️​His position as a first-string member doesn't mean that Snake is as involved in the group as the rest yet he still finds out about Peter's violent behavior towards you through his snakes who spied on you and the training you have to endure every night. He's seen how tired you have started to look, notices how you are constantly missing as Peter claims all of your time for himself and all of this serves as fuel to the silent rage he builds towards the boy. Peter may have been part of the group who rescued him and gave him a home but that doesn't excuse how he treats you. His rage is only second though to his growing protective urges and his longing to have you for himself again. He knew you first. He may be not as extroverted or loud as Peter but the fact remains that he had his eyes on you long before Peter and that you clearly prefer his company over the one of the smaller boy. His snakes only agree with those thoughts. Snake chose you first. You belong to him. Initially Snake sees if the other first-string members can stop Peter but when he realises that he doesn't listen to them and that they don't do anything more besides lightly slapping his wrist he decides that he has to act by himself.

⚕️​🤸‍♂️​The violent ideas his snakes present him with to get rid of the problem permanently are dismissed though as the snake whisperer would like to avoid a scenario where he would have to poison Peter. For now he starts by sheltering you in his own tent as he knows that it's the only safe place for you in the circus. He quickly puts all the things his snakes haves stolen from you in a chest and hides it somewhere in his tent where his snakes can guard it before bringing you there. He doesn't explain much when he abruptly approaches you, surprising you as it almost looks like he has been lurking around and just waited for his chance to catch you alone. Instead he just grabs your wrist and quickly drags you with him, the only thing answering your confused questions are his silence as well as his snakes looking at you eerily. It's the first time that you have seen his tent from inside and you are shocked when you are met with all of the snakes freely slithering around. You're gently guided to sit on his bed as you look confused and frightened around, your eyes darting up to his face, silently questioning what is going on. It's then that he answers, his voice soft and silent as he tells you that he'll protect you.

⚕️​🤸‍♂️​Your disappearance is immediately noted by Peter when you don't appear the next day to the training. Initially he storms to your tent. ready to let his short temper vent out again only for the other people in the tent to admit that you haven't returned since yesterday evening after his last training session with you. It's suspicious to say the least and as he spends the next few hours asking all around the circus if anyone has seen you only to receive the same answer he starts feeling slightly unnerved though he hides that under his angry facade. Did you run away? Where would you even go? It would be very inconvenient if you would have really left the circus as they're constantly moving around. His nerves are on edge even more than noticable and every other first-string member is very careful around him in order to not set him off. Only one of them doesn't seem too concerned with your absence and the toll it takes on Peter's temper and it just so happens to be the one first-string member Peter happens to not like either. Snake. He's no fool, he knows that Snake has an interest in you as well and in hindsight perhaps he should have considered this possibility sooner. Snake might know where you are.

⚕️​🤸‍♂️​Obviously Snake doesn't budge when Peter approaches him, his face cold as he converses through what his snakes whisper to him. Not even threats seem to face him as his snakes instead only warningly his at him, ready to bite if needed. If it wouldn't have been for Joker and Wendy interfering perhaps there would have really been a fight. Nevertheless though, Peter voices his suspicion out loud that Snake might keep you in his tent and further observations only strengthen that suspicion. Whenever meals are served Snake takes an extra plate and takes it to his tent, he's started collecting clothes that are definitely not what he usually wears and he reacts somewhat defensive, especially his snakes, when someone speaks about you with him. Even the first-string members are hesitant to approach his tent though due to the multiple snakes that live in there with more than two handful of them venomous enough for one bite to mean certain death. The situation is made even more complicated by the fact that Snake spends so much time in his tent when there are no shows. Peter, even if he just itches to storm into Snake's tent and get you back, is wise enough to deduce that he has to wait for a chance.

⚕️​🤸‍♂️​He uses the first opportunity that he gets during a show, leaving the moment Snake starts performing to approach his tent. The moment he gazes inside he is met with the sight of you laying on the bed, a large snake wrapped around your legs with multiple others surrounding you. Instantly all heads turn around to look at him and he is met with a symphony of hisses, a few of the venomous ones revealing their fangs warningly. Your feelings transition from mild horror to panic when you see Peter though. He considers for a moment his chances to drag you out of there without being bitten only for other first-string members to appear who have also finished their shows and have noticed his absence only for him to point at you and claim that he was right all along and that Snake has abducted you. The rest of the members share an unsure look, uncertain what to do know as they are hesitant to step inside. That is until Snake himself arrives, having gotten suspicious the moment he noticed that some of the members were missing behind stage.

⚕️​🤸‍♂️​He steps inside and shields you from Peter's gaze, golden eyes staring at the smaller artist eerily. When Dagger asks him carefully what is going on his snakes are the ones forming the words whilst he is merely speaking them. They tell how much Peter mistreated you and how much he demanded from you without any consideration for your own feelings and bodily capabilities and they also blame the other string-members for not having done anything to stop him and that Snake merely decided to protect you when no one else had the willpower to do so. The truth is that you feel safer with him than with Peter and that he is actually looking out for you. You're put in a sticky information when you are asked if all of that is true and whilst Snake certainly hasn't told the entire truth either the fact remains that you would rather not spend another minute with Peter, a confession that infuriates the said artist which ends in Jumbo having to hold him back. Amidst the tension of the moment no one seems to notice another figure dressed in dark secretly listening in. Interesting. This information may prove to be useful for the young master in time.

[melanincholysworld]

Lucci x Reader

Leopard's Prey

(Nothing too extreme. Just some slight furry and monster fucking) I'm sorry this is so long. (Like his dick ⬇️ 🤪)

Lucci had you sit on the bed. You were so nervous. What kind of things was he into? Choking? Slapping? Degradation? It made you so afraid. Lucci noticed how nervous you were. He had Hattori fly out of the room for some private time. He sat next to you, stroking your cheek. "_____", he said. You jumped, "y-yes?" He smiled, reassuring. "I understand that you're afraid. But you don't have to be scared of me. While I am a violent man, I am perfectly capable of being a gentle lover." He kissed your cheek while at the same time pushing you onto the bed. Lucci took off his shirt. He had such a nice body. The sight of him like this made your pussy quiver. The dress you on was taken off by him, followed by your bra. "Lucci...please don't stare at me like that." "Why? Are you embarrassed? Being half naked in my bed?"

He plays with your breasts. "So soft." He says massaging them with his massive hands. You shivering at his touch. He suddenly stops. Lucci takes off your panties, he pulled you down towards to center of the bed. He crawled so that your face was now right next to his crotch. Lucci pressed your face against the tent in his pants. He was hard. Lucci undid his pants and his cock flopped out, "open your mouth". He said. "But I've never-" "____." Lucci said sternly. "Love making is when both partners desires are met." That's all he said before putting his cock in between your lips. The taste of his cock is something like you couldn't describe. It wasn't bad but it was new. You moved your tongue around as best you could. Lucci moaned "good". What you can't fit in your mouth, he has your rub with your hand. Lucci used his fingers on pussy, rubbing your clit. You pull away to speak, "Lucci I-" He doesn't give you the chance to speak, instead forcing his cock back into your mouth. "Shh." You started twisting and arching from his touch. Lucci then positioned himself over you, bending down to eat your pussy while fucking your mouth. This new position sent his cock deeper your mouth, hitting your throat. He pausing to give you a chance to breathe through your nose.  Once you were ready, he continued. Eventually, Lucci flipped over, leaving you on top and him on the bottom. You were about to cum. You knew it and he knew it. You tried to pull yourself off of him cause you've never cum before but Lucci held you in place and swirl his tongue around inside you. At the same time, he exploded his load into your mouth. "It's warm and thick. This taste...it's so..." "Swallow it." Lucci said pulling his mouth off you. "Swallow. Or I won't let you finish. You know you want to." You closed your eyes, pulling off his cock, mouth full of cum. You took a deep breath before swallowing. You could it going down your throat. So warm and salty. Impressed by your obedience, Lucci put his mouth back on you. Dragging the tip of tongue from your clit to your hole. You started shaking and came. The release that washed over you was unreal.

Lucci pushed you off him as gently as possible but you still fell on the floor beside the bed. In an instant, Lucci walked over, grabbed you by your chin, forcing you on you knees. Fluids ran down your legs and dripped onto the floor. "Open your mouth." He ordered. You opened your mouth, tongue hanging out. Lucci inspecting for any traces of cum. He grabbed the bottle of whisky from the bed side table and poured some into your mouth. It burned but you managed to swallow. "Good. Now I can kiss you again." He said looking down at you. He stood up straight the whole time. Your cunt was still needy. You just didn't know how to ask him to fuck you. Lucci tossed you back on the bed before climbing on top of you again.

He held your legs and pressed the head of his cock against your cunt. Dunking the head in and out. "Please..." You cried out. Lucci snickered. "You're begging during your first time?" You replied how you couldn't help it, that you've never felt this way before. That's when you got embarrassed and looked away from him.  "Darling, you don't need to be so modest. I'm not shaming you." Lucci said, before kissing you softly. "Just relax." He inched into you. It hurt a lot less than you thought it would. Your pussy squeezed out of reflex but soon relaxed and pulsed. Lucci moaned "Fuck...". You felt so good he had to move. The sounds of him stirring around in your love juices with his cock, his hips kissing yours, he grunts and moans made you so wet. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you squealed in delight. Lucci smiled at your reaction. Seeing you completely entranced by him excited him more. That same feeling as before came back. You were about to cum again. Lucci stopped moving and told you to fuck him back. You moved against him all on your own. Twisting to hit the spot, you tightened on his cock again, earning yourself a tiny bit of cum from him.

You were almost gone. But Lucci was nowhere close to done. He was 8 times stronger than what was considered superhuman. His endurance was out of this world. He was going to fuck you until you were numb. Lucci got off the bed, dragging you along with him. He bent over to pick you up. And you wrap your arms around him while he held you by your thighs. He let go of one of your thighs to use his hand to angle his cock back into you. It went in much easier this time and you immediately started to fuck him. Lucci grabbed your ass with both hands. This new position sent you over the edge. He thrusted into you with renewed passion. A mixture of cum and fuck juice pooled in small puddle at his feet. "You seem to be adjusting well. Let's make this more interesting." You nodded, wondering what he was thinking of. That's when you noticed fur appearing in his skin, muscles growing, teething sharpening. He using his devil fruit powers. He got bigger down there too. The walls stretched even more. You let out a cry. He didn't change into his full man beast form, he used paper arts to make himself slimmer. Your mouth was agape with the occasional aching squeak coming out. Lucci had started to regret this choice. It was too much, taking into account this was still your first time. He was about to pull out until you objected. "Don't....don't change back...I can take it....turn me around." Lucci listened. He pull you off, turning you so that you were facing away from him. He slowly lowered you halfway onto his cock. He held your legs open, waiting before moving again. "It's so big, it hits deeper. I'll probably be sore tomorrow but...." Your eyes rolled in your head. "I still have one more orgasm left in me." Lucci resumed fucking you again. He knew better than to push himself any deeper and this new angle gave more stimulation to the head of cock which he was more than OK with. "Are you gonna cum again?" "Do you want me to? You know what could happen." "I know. Do it. Cum. Do it in the deepest part of my pussy." You pleaded.

Lucci started picking up the pace again. You squeezed his cock with your cunt. Desperately wanting one more load of his cum with your orgasm. Lucci wrapped his tail around your waist, holding you up and put of his now free hands to use. One rubbing your clit and the other on dragging a sharp nail down your back. A cut just deep enough to draw blood. You felt so good you didn't even notice. Lucci finally hit that point again. His cock slammed into three more times, each time spilling more hot cum into you. You were finished, that combined with your final orgasm, squirting all on the floor, left you breathless. Lucci pulled his hands away along with his cock. Holding you up solely with his tail. A fountain of cum sprang out from your pussy. Lucci grinned seeing you so broken. He knew he was responsible for this.

He tossed you on the bed. You were face down, head spinning, ears ringing, but at the same time, you never felt so good. Lucci could've gone more rounds, but he knew you were finished. He'd have to search far and wide to find a woman who could keep up with him. But you were all he needed. Shrinking back down, he sat on the bed. Resting his hand on the back of your head, rubbing your hair. Hattori flew back in and landed on his perch. "Is she gonna be ok?" He asked, looking at you slightly concerned. "She'll be fine." Lucci responded, smiling at you. You slept well that night and woke up to find him gone, but that wasn't too unexpected. You were sore down there, and your throat was dry. Reaching over and grabbing a glass of water off the nightstand, downing it in five seconds. You fell back on the bed. You are definitely taking the day off.

[passivenovember]

Steve's mattress is a jar of marshmallow fluff pressing and knotting itself into Billy's hair. The sheets will probably be silk like a coffin, the quilt draping over them until all possibility of resurrection vanishes beneath a thin layer of patchwork.

It might as well be fresh earth.

Billy's fingers dig into the bulk of it. Steve gets Billy's pants around his ankles, but they won't slip off because of his boots. Steve snorts, impatient, and says, "Why are you always wearing these fuckin' things," and the thread spores of the quilt spread like grass under Billy's fingertips.

He scratches at them. Preparing himself.

"I dunno," Billy says, swallowing. Or. Trying to swallow.

He wishes the overhead light was on. Wishes he could stare into it, as if it were the sun, until he goes blind so he won't see the pained, nervous brown that suddenly springs like calla-lilies from the earth, appearing over the edge of the mattress.

"Don't fucking look at me like that," Billy says. He thunks his head on the mattress, a little bit pissed off that it doesn't. Hurt.

"What's wrong," Steve asks quietly. He's got the laces of one boot wrapped tightly in his hand. He's trying to get the boot off. He's trying to push this forward.

"Nothing," Billy tells the ceiling. It's dark, like nightfall. Popcorn stucco sharp as the Milky Way swirling overhead.

Billy tries to take a deep breath but his lungs have closed shop, and.

A lot of pushing is about to happen. Pants down, boots off, underwear--

Billy blinks at the ceiling and wonders, distantly, if Harrington's the kind of guy who pushes fruit of the looms off or just to the side. If he's ever seen boxers on another guy, like this. Tented and blooming wet. If he's ever done this before.

Steve lets go of him all at once.

Billy doesn't like that. He pushes onto his elbows, "What's your problem, Harrington?"

Steve shrugs. "You don't seem like you're having fun."

"It's fine."

"Sex isn't supposed to be 'fine,' it's supposed to be--"

"What?" Billy spits, "Perfect? Magical? You gonna take my panties off and open me up real nice, baby? Soft and sweet until I'm begging for you?"

"Well. Yeah?" Steve's cheeks are red. They look sunburned and then he smiles, bright and barely there.

Billy hates what it does to him. "Fuck you," He says, and.

Steve chuckles brightly. "You're a brat."

"And you're a rich bitch pain in the goddamn ass--"

"Now there's an idea," Steve. Fucking grins. Like a wolf. "Let me. I think it could be fun."

Billy's stomach swoops. "Fun."

"Yeah. Special."

Billy snorts. "I'm not a virgin."

"Neither am I."

"Then you know after a couple of notches, shit stops being special and just starts being sex."

Steve falters. Grows serious. "Nobody ever treat you right before, Blondie?" When Billy doesn't say anything, doesn't even breathe, Harrington smirks. "Maybe you just bite their hands off before they can get too close."

Billy.

Lays flat on his back, throat working around that annoyingly stubborn lump that springs fresh whenever Harrington's big brown eyes are in the room.

"Please touch me," Billy says, and it feels like an exorcism. Blood letting.

Tension hangs all around. Pushing on Billy's chest. Steve hovers, skin so warm Billy can feel it through the quilt. "You're sure?"

It's achingly earnest. Sweet.

This is bullshit. Steve is bullshit--

"Yes."

Steve palms slowly up Billy's thigh, nails tugging at the hem of his boxers, and. You'd think they were connected to his dick somehow. And his heart, beyond that.

Billy hates this.

He resists the urge to bare his teeth and snarl at Steve's pretty, soft gaze. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like. You want to carry my books in the hallway and pull my chair out at lunch--"

"You could do with a little romance, Hargrove. Might make you more likeable," Steve says. There's no heat. He toys idly with the lace of Billy's left boot, palm still rubbing over his right thigh. He's looking at Billy like this means something, and this.

This is fucking ridiculous.

Billy feels ridiculous. Still trapped in his jeans at the ankle and hard as a rock and doing what he can to spoil the moment. His eyes sting. He swallows, says, "No."

Steve tsks, "No what, baby?"

Billy swallows, tugging sharply at the quilt. "Nobody's ever taken care of me."

"That's done, after tonight," Steve says firmly. His fingers are soft and warmer than Billy ever imagined they'd be when they slip into his boxers. "Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop right now, Billy. I swear."

Billy swallows. His throat clicks. He says, "I want you. Want. Your fingers."

Steve's fingers, they. They wrap--

Billy arches off the mattress in shock, "Ah, Steve--"

"Got nice legs, Malibu," Steve says thoughtfully, like he's never considered it before and it's a surprise. The brown of his eyes shine, somehow, in the dark. He swipes a thumb over Billy's cockhead, smearing precum as he demands, "Say it again," so softly that Billy's not sure he heard it right.

"I don't--"

"My name, baby. Say it again." Steve drops Billy's dick, fingers nudging at one thigh.

Billy spreads them, slowly, hair catching a little on the quilt underneath. "Steve--"

"I want to take care of you," Steve murmurs. It's honey-sweet and earnest.

This bullshit. So Billy groans and says, "This is bullshit. I dream about your cock for months and you finally get me in your bed and you want it to be special when you could just--"

"I want to fuck you until you can't walk right, Billy." Steve says.

His voice.

It's gravel and old whiskey. Ancient. Burning, low and intense. Contained.

Billy's done this enough times to know what's gonna come next. "My," He gulps, dizzy with need so wild that the ceiling blinks out of focus, "My boxers--"

"Gotta take your boots off first."

"So take them off, already," Billy snaps, "Thought you wanted to fuck me until I can't walk?"

Steve does as he's told, pushing and pulling until cold air hits everything south of Billy's t-shirt. It's silent and awkward, and--

"Jesus Christ," Steve's not touching him anymore.

Fear settles in Billy's bones. He tears his eyes away from the ceiling, propped on his elbows to figure out what's wrong, but.

"You," Steve tries, "You're lovely." Steve's cock trains his boxers, tenting painfully, and Billy has never seen anyone so earnest. So sweet.

His heart cracks open, "Come here," Billy says, "C'mon I want--"

"Anything," Steve says. The mattress dips under his weight. His fingers push at the hem of Billy's t-shirt.

Billy braces himself for something familiar. A warm puff of air on his neck, lips closing around the swell of his breastbone, but instead Steve grips the back of each knee and folds him in half, pushing--

Always pushing--

Until Billy's body catches up with his heart and makes room.

[zenkor123]

Peeta on the Brink(Peeta joins Squad 451) katniss POV

trigger warnings: False SA

After s Boggs came to talk to me about Peeta's arrival we both walked back to the tent,

I overheard Peeta say: "...my final end but in all likelihood your lover will be safe, you will kill me before she gets hurt.” Gale shook, he was nervous and lookin at peeta like he was insane. He responded with contempt in his voice

"Well mutt then you should die!"

Gale pointing his gun at Peeta to kill him but Peeta had become good at moving undetected from his work at smuggling. He applied this, kicking Gale in his nuts with his iron prosthetic leg while grabbing Gale's gun. The gun fired a burst of shots that all missed Peeta who was under the ground, the fabric in the tent ripped from the impact of the bullets. Gale collapsed to the ground, Peeta threw his gun with such force that it broke a nearby window before resuming his attention to Gale. Peeta kicked his sides with such force that he moaned and rolled until he was before me and Bogs many yards away from the camp. Gale was practically thrown in the air before rolling. Gale screamed in pain and Boggs looked down to him his eyes filled with anger and screamed. "how dare you try to murder a member of the squad! and how stupid of you to mess with Peeta Mellark, next time you do this shit I am going to have you shot on sight! You are hereby stripped of rank" Boggs brought out handcuffs and cuffed Gale. "Katniss you walk gale to the nurse, I am expelling former soldier Hawthorne from this unit." Gale was bleeding in his sides from the force of Peeta's kick. I saw Peeta sipping his morphling as Jackson was cuffing him. "Won't this interfere with combat?" He asks, but Jackson answers "We shall take these off for the propos." Peeta continued to protest, "With what just happened with Gale how am I going to fight the capital if I will be gunned down beforehand by the people with the keys to my cuffs before I can snap a single peacekeepers neck?" But then Peeta's expression shows a frustrated empty look. "You know what? fuck it! just get it over with. I don't want to watch every last one of you all be blown up on suicide missions ordered by Coin to have you killed just fucking shoot me. Here I will go get Gale's gun. Have fun with those pods. Dealing with a unit who hate me and will gun me down before I can show the capital my wrath is not how I want to spend my last days on earth " "no you fucking won't! " Boggs says entering the tent after having Gale cuffed. As I watch Peeta begin to walk towards the broken window 3 guards tackle him. Boggs walks to Peeta who says to him "Your leader, Coin supposed that the propos needed 'colour' but I'm not here for propos and I suspect neither is anyone else. There never was avoiding the 76th Hunger Games, no matter which side won, but I will not play by the rules, I will take Snow’s men down with me!"

How am I going to take Boggs holo and assassinate Snow without Gale? There must be some way to get Boggs to reverse the decision.

Boggs ignores all the insinuations Peeta makes and says

"First of all I'm sorry about what happened with Gale, he is being cuffed, and will be expelled from this unit, you saved alot of lives in 13, and have worked tirelessly for the rebellion ever since, your efforts will not be in vain"

Peeta responds "no my efforts were In vain, and still are, you shouldn't be here Boggs, you don't deserve to die! I don't know what I was thinking I should have let Gale shoot me"

"The will to live is very hard to snuff out, dont chicken out on us now, soldier Mellark" Boggs replies before walking out.

Peeta is now deep in thought.

Peeta mutters

"What is this idiot thinking sacrificing himself for coin, why?" a tear forms from his eye as he watches Boggs leave and says the word "why?"

I tend to Gale who is in handcuffs and ask what happened while I was gone, Gale tells me how Peeta made insane ramblings about how he died in the capital 10 days before his capture and how he is his ghost seeking revenge, when confronted about choking me Peeta didn't bat any emotion talking about how the rescue came too late for Peeta." Peeta was never this open in 13 but much of this I already knew from monitoring him and hearing him reference peices of this. I always wondered what Peeta meant when he told Prim "I watched Peeta die" and Gale gave me a clue: the point where Peeta was replaced by the mutt, I imagine the capital burning down Peeta until there is nothing left of him we were only late by 10 days! Peeta is in a much worse state then when I left to squad 451. He is on the brink of going full mutt and he knows this. Gale asks "why does district 13 love him so much?" I do not answer, his concerns about the squad members from 13 hating him are unfounded. The way he looks at Boggs show they have interacted before and 3 of the 13 guards were determined to keep him alive. He is there Jabberjay symbolizing bravery and resilience. But he is a person to 13 and not just a symbol unlike me. Though some like Leeg 1 glare at him as he goes off about Coin, I just want this mutt to leave me alone!

Boggs returns and mentions a watch. When I ask about my rotation Peeta looks exacerbated. He does not mind or care when I say killing him would be like killing a capital mutt and that Johanna's right in response to Jackson's question about if I could kill him. Holmes interjects after I answer "See, you didnt need to ask, everyone in district 13 knows that she was with Gale even when Peeta was in the capital." But Peeta looks dead inside when I am confirmed for the watch. Then when he notices me, his eyes narrow and lips curl, he looks disgusted. Many are glaring at me.

Holmes said in response to Katniss "Peeta's right your a piece of work aren't you, jumping up so eager to shoot him look at you! It's disgusting! What is Boggs thinking! Holmes is smoking morphling.

Peeta looks at Finnick and says "ouch" referring to how cutting Holmes is being.

"I said last resort" Katniss said "All I meant is that I won't let Peeta's past interfere with my duties as a guard" Katniss says wiping tears (that she shed during her outburst)

Boggs: "That's right, Jackson when her shift?

Jackson: Midnight, and also she saved Peeta's life, you weren't there for that, soldier Everdeen won't kill Peeta unless she absolutely has to.

Finnick gives him a rope.

"""When I heard that Katniss was sent to this squad, It was clear that the intertwined pain of our rotten history was coming to some sort of resolution, and in doing so it would have a profound effect on me. She has owned me, consumed me for 2 years after all. It isn't fair to say that Katniss owned me but whatever progress I make towards rebuilding hasn't gotten rid of the pain that she is still there, and I will never know just how much she is there. "Peeta sighed "In my sleep, either Katniss represents a Peeta that will never exist again, which is probably for the best, particularly for her or she is ripping my throat out manifesting lost memories" Peeta scoffed "and now she wants a guard over me, clearly acting out of a wound that is un-healable. but an escape from Katniss, from our sick history, is still possible, It's with this morphling that I will escape this pain, that my final days will not be spent reliving it." Peeta chuckled and held up his bottle of morphling, Finnick just nodded. After he put the bottle down Peeta thanked Finnick for the rope and concluded: “I'm so sick of the capital, and I'm so sick of Katniss, I don't think there is a resolution, she was touched, and suffocated and she hates me simple as that, with her outburst just now these actions continue to bring her pain and suffering."

No one gives Peeta any glare, they must think Peeta's right. Leeg even says "Peeta need not care about her that much, I'm glad he's trying to move on from her"

Peeta's comment hits me hard and I run out of the tent clutching the 13 bread and dropping my trey. He will leave me alone, as if he didn't try to choke me as if it's my fualt. It twists me He will die viewing me as a disgusting misfortune. I'm glad he is avoiding me. "So sick of the capital so sick of Katniss" begins playing in my head and the more I try to tell it to shut up the louder it plays. It becomes harder to monitor or stalk as Johanna calls it as Peeta acts like he just touched a hot oven whenever he notices me. And whenever he notices me? Peeta either gets right up walking to his tent or the mutt gives me a dirty look and begins drinking morphling to "escape" me. I have to be really stealthy, becuase I think he tolerated me stalking him before, but he isn't having it now. When he looks at me, indignation and an eye roll is added to his disgust. Sometimes when he is in an intense morphling haze he mutters, unable to notice me I hear him mutter "Kat-nis sm mm Lover Gale too should only be in me fucking memories!" I begin wondering what look his smug face would have if I shot his morphling bag with my bow. I will never be a memory! These thoughts overshadow the questions about what occurred with Peeta and Coin.

He later says to Boggs: "the real star crossed lovers are Gale and Katniss, the capital and Peeta did everything to keep them apart." Boggs says to Peeta "I know it's hard your life is falling apart but I would be a wreck just like you if I didn't have a plan,your right that this unit is more then a propo unit"

"What's the plan, Peeta asks? "Is it worth leaving your family to their fate for this plan?"

"No your right I'm destined to fall in battle but I will do more then dignify my death"

Peeta looks like he's about to cry again and chugs his morphling. "Boggs if you need any morphling I have plenty!" Boggs takes a bottle saying "Thanks!"

As I wince in disgust at Boggs taking Peeta's bottle I wonder the same thing, does he know about my plan?

Gale is put under arrest but Boggs cannot find a transport so Boggs is unable to have Gale sent to the prisons of 13. He is still cuffed, with Peeta the cuffs are only on as necessary like when parts of Peeta's body instantly gain rashes shaped like the cut from a knife or claw, not a punishment but a precaution, with Gale he has to sleep and eat with the cuffs on.

Peeta walks to Boggs his eyes filled with tears. He pleads with him to take me saying that the capital ordered pornography to be produced of the star crossed lovers. That I was a prostitute from the Seam but my true love was Gale. He claims that took advantage of this to rape me. "Peeta got what he deserved!" He says with conviction. Peeta concludes with "now do you see why she must be taken of the watch?" But Boggs is not having it, he replies simply "I don't care what shit the capital put in your head,Katniss is a member of the squad like any other." The worst thing is that there is no way the capital fabricated this, if anything they probably told Peeta I assaulted him but Peeta came up with this on his own probably drunk on morphling. Many happy memories are turned into sources of guilt for this Mutt, and are defiled. If the capital made Peeta forget he loved me, Peeta made himself believe that he hurt me. If it was possible for Peeta to come back to me, the images of rape would provide a stronger barrier to that then any amount of depictions of me as a mutt ripping his throat out. Even if he is lost taken by Snow, seeing the memory of Peeta and I in the train mutilated is enough to make me want to get out of the tent. But he follows and breaks his third window since he joined the squad. Since he came my plan to kill snow has been made more difficult first Gale tried to kill Peeta, and I can't take my mind off this assasin mutt as he calls himself. That's not mentioning that he is one fantasy knife stab away from trashing the tent. Peeta Is also urging everyone to desert the squad at every opportunity. Gale told me he told finnick that Coin would hurt Annie, Finnick has been drinking out of Peeta’s morphling supply ever since. I have not seen Mutt Peeta look so miserable since he returned from the capital his stares are cold enough to freeze the mellark bakery oven and are freezing everywhere he looks. At the rate hes going he's going to convert the squad into morphling addicts.

Peeta has music buds in his ear and he is playing a ancient metal song called "meltdown" the song sounds like my image of Peeta's head during an episode. It plays over and over again until Boggs tells him to turn it off. He sometimes drinks so much morphling that he vomits but he does not clean it, he wallows in his filth like Haymitch. There are empty morphling bottles all over the tent attracting flies. Finnick calls Annie and tells her to run to the forest and not look back everyone hears him. I tell gale that this is Peeta's 10th bottle, he says he only sees 6 but I tell him he drank some earlier and threw out the bottles. With Peeta this drunk, he doesn't notice me when I monitor him.

Boggs does nothing as he shares Peeta's views but thinks about a plan.

It's clear Peeta is in great trouble and his execution will involve me. I wonder if he is right about this unit being an execution and I begin to make plans to escape with Gale with Boggs holo. Whatever is planned with Peeta involved me and if me and Gale simply disappeared Coin would need to think of a new way to kill squad 451 giving Boggs time to figure out a new plan.

Boggs summons me to his tent I overhear him say "Peeta is right squad 451 is an execution not a propo unit and I'm sick of pretending it isn't"

Jackson says "then what should we do"

I walk in and Boggs says "I've heard you want to kill Snow, what's your plan?"

[mysticwolfshadows]

Taken - Zutara - Part 34

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They get as far from Gao Ling as they can, as quickly as they can. It's hard, since Toph definitely isn't taking well to flying. They have to stop a few times just so she can have a few minutes out of the saddle.

When they stop for the night, Toph flops to the ground, hugging the dirt, and pulling an Earth tent around herself. Katara frowned, seeing the younger girl not helping set up camp. She would normally refuse to feed such a freeloader, but Toph had a rough day.

"Here," Katara says, moving to sit by the entrance of Toph's tent. "I made you a bowl. But tomorrow, you'll need to help out."

"Help out?" Toph scoffs, even as she took the bowl from Katara. "What, your brother needs help unloading his weird smelling sleeping bag? I pull my own weight."

Katara's eye twitches, but she forces a smile even if Toph can't see it. "If you're going to pull your weight, then we won't have a problem."

Toph didn't stop Katara from walking away. Sokka, trying to convince Zuko to let him take seconds, took one look at his sister's face and fled. Aang made nervous laughter, and got up to 'find Momo', who was definitely in Appa's saddle. It was only Zuko who didn't flee, still at his spot by the cooking pot, using firebending to keep the pot warm without over cooking.

"Food or water?" Zuko asked, even as he ladled out a bowl for her.

"I'll meditate later," Katara grit out, though without as much bite as it would have been, and took her bowl. "I'm starving."

Zuko nodded, only serving himself once Katara had her own food. It was a show of respect, Katara had realized, a few days into their journey. Zuko had seen how she did all the cooking, and then only got what was left after making sure everyone else ate, so he made sure that Katara was never the last to be served.

"It looks like the bison might be shedding," Zuko said, conversationally. "When we have a moment, I think we should wash him. We don't want to leave a trail."

Nodding, Katara felt herself relax, and fell into easy conversation as they ate. She'd deal with Toph in the morning.

Except, she found that Toph was extremely stubborn.

When morning came, everyone set about to do their morning chores. Aang and Sokka would pack up camp now, at least most of it, while Zuko helped Katara with cooking. Toph, despite being asked to help move supplies, ignored every. "Not my stuff, not my problem."

And then, they started dishing out food. Aang and Sokka got their share, Katara got hers, and finally, Zuko got his. They doused the cooking fire, and set about eating.

"Hey!" Toph said. "Where's mine?"

"Your what?" Katara asked, eating.

"My breakfast."

Katara hummed, taking a bite of her food. "Sorry, but... Zuko and Sokka hunted for meat in it last night. Aang gathered the vegetables. And I made the food with Zuko's help. And... you didn't contribute."

Toph was gaping like a fish. "What, so you aren't going to leave any for me?"

"No, Toph. If you don't pull your weight, you don't eat. There's exceptions for when training Aang during meal prep, but... Aang wasn't training this morning. He was clearing camp so we can leave once we're done."

Toph fumed, but rather than cave and try to do something now, she huffed a whatever and plopped down on the ground turned away from them. When Sokka and Aang finished, they washed their dishes, and set to washing the cooking pots. When Zuko and Katara finished, they gave Sokka and Aang their bowls to wash, and started loading the cooking supplies onto Appa.

They climbed on, and Toph joined them, refusing to talk to anyone.

When they got off, Toph was clearly starving, eager to eat, but got a repeat of that morning. Aang unloaded Appa and set up tents, while Zuko and Sokka went hunting and gathering. Katara was busy prepping dinner, rinsing plates and setting up rice, and making sure that no meat touched anything Aang would want to eat.

And Toph did nothing to help. So she got nothing that was a team effort. She could slam dirt walls up as much as she wanted, but Katara wouldn't feed her.

It was much later, when Katara was laying down in her sleeping roll, tucked into one end of her tent, that she heard it. Zuko, walking across their campsite. She heard him plop down onto the ground, around where Toph's dirt tent was.

"What do you want?" Toph's grumpy voice asked.

Katara heard Zuko hum. "Just to talk."

"I don't want a lecture."

"Even it means I give you some food?"

Katara grit her teeth. Zuko knew what she said. How dare he decide to ignore her?

"Katara mentioned you said you would pull your own weight," Zuko started, then quickly said, "Just listen for a second." He took an audible breath and pressed on. "I understand pulling your own weight when you're alone. I'm sure you could. But we're part of a team. We need to help each other, so everyone is ready for what could come next, and so camp can run smoothly. If you're fine with a dirt tent, that's fine, but there's other things to do besides setting up tents. There's cooking, hunting, washing, unloading gear so Appa can rest. There's so much that needs doing, and we all benefit when it gets done."

"Except Queen Prissy won't let me eat. So I'm not benefiting from any of that."

"Did you cook?"

"No?"

"Did you hunt?"

"No..."

"Then why should you benefit from our work?"

"Because! I'm part of-" Toph cut herself off.

Zuko, sounding satisfied, replied, "You're part of the team?"

Toph didn't respond, but Zuko must have been finished. Katara heard him stand, and heard something touch the ground. "Here. Thanks for talking with me."

She listened as Zuko returned to his tent, the one next to hers, and then the camp was quiet.

In the morning, as Katara and Zuko are cooking breakfast, Toph uses Earthbending to lift supplies and Sokka, so the boy could toss bags into the saddle. When everyone comes back to eat, Katara makes a bowl for Toph, who scarfs the food down. Katara catches Zuko smiling, and she knows there won't be any more problems.

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Trickery & Daggers - Chapter 8

In which studying happens, and we voice a reflection. Also on AO3 Masterlist Word count: 3805

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Morgana finds herself watching Astarion go and standing by his tent for a few more moments as his silhouette disappears with the others.

 She almost jumps out her skin when she hears a chuckle behind her.

 “You seem quite fond of him.”

 “Wyll!” She yelps, “I, um, he’s a good ally.” She flounders, her words sounding flimsy even to her own ears. Wyll’s eyes crinkle in a good-natured smile. “That he is.” He agrees.

 She fumbles, an embarrassed flush crawling up her neck and clears her throat awkwardly. “Do… Do you know much about vampires, Wyll?”

 His expression lights up. “Well, there's always the basics; they're vulnerable to sunlight and a stake to the heart certainly won't do them any good. Then they're also weak to silver, running water can burn like acid - as can holy water!” He exclaims, and then hums thoughtfully. “Now, what else… they don't need to breathe, you know, although somehow they still have a heartbeat. An undead heartbeat, granted, but it's still present. It's why their skin is typically cool to the touch.”

 Morgana blinks. “You… you know a lot.”

 He laughs once. “Well, when you're a monster hunter, it pays to know these things.”

 “Have you killed many vampires?” She asks warily, her voice low and hesitant. Wyll regards her, eyeing her curiously and weighing her up.

 “I won't harm Astarion. I already had my hunches about his condition.”

 Her brows jump up and her lips part in surprise. “Then- then what about this morning? With everyone at his tent!”

 “I thought it best to be present in case things got out of hand.” He explains and swiftly returns to her earlier question, “I haven't killed any vampires, as a matter of fact. Only the regular undead. What information were you after, my friend?”

 “Ah.” She straightens and turns her head, looking at nothing in particular. “I just, I was curious. I wondered what he- vampires are capable of.”

 He doesn't comment on her quick amendment but makes a thoughtful noise and rubs his chin, considering. Then he snaps his fingers and points, beaming at her.

 “We should go see Gale, if you’re curious. He’s educated about almost everything and has plenty of books you could peruse, I'm sure.”

 “Oh!” She blinks in surprise and nods, following after him, “Sure.”

 Wyll raises his arm, waving and calling to Gale as they approach. The wizard raises his head from the ration store, in the middle of picking out the nights’ dinner, smiling and waving a hand in return before quickly casting a mage hand to begin chopping vegetables. He turns his full attention to them both, greeting them warmly.

 “If it isn’t our two resident Warlocks. To what do I owe the pleasure? Something tells me you’re not here to help with dinner preparations.” He gives them a wry smile, and Wyll chuckles.

 “Actually, Morgana here had been asking me about vampires,” he gestures to her, “I told her we should ask you, since my own knowledge is rather lacking.”

 Morgana silently lifts a brow at Wyll. Gale lights up, humming and rubbing his beard in thought. “I suppose that makes sense, in light of recent revelations.” He glances at her neck, and Wyll leans forward, peering around to study her too, and she shuffles uncomfortably. “He’s left quite a nasty bruise there. Does it hurt? I have plenty of scrolls of lesser restoration, if you would like one.”

 Swiftly, he plucks one from his pack and offers it to her. He says nothing about her evident hesitation, as though sensing her reluctance to condemn Astarion. She mutters a ‘thank you’ as she unfurls the scroll, those eyes carefully and slowly scanning the script before she utters the incantation, briefly glowing with a soothing blue light and the scroll disintegrates.

Those eyes flick up to meet his, shining with a nervous uncertainty.

 He tips his head, ever-so-slightly, the faintest realisation dawning upon him, but he chooses to make no comment.

 “Now. How can I help in your pursuit of knowledge?”

Her hands twist the rings around her fingers and she inquires “Do you have any books on vampires?”

“An excellent question! I have a few tomes on monsters; I have an entire volume dedicated to Count Strahd. Or would you prefer something specialised in the undead?” He punctuates with raised index finger, Wyll covertly covering his amused smile behind his hand.

 Morgana thinks for a moment, twisting her lips as she considers. “Do you have them with you? Could I look at them first?”

 “By all means! If you would allow me a moment, I shall procure them for you.” The wizard nods, and excuses himself, ducking into his tent.

 Wyll nudges Morgana.

 “It seems you’re in capable hands, my friend. I have some chores to take care of around camp, if you would excuse me.” He bows at the waist and flashes her a debonair smile. “Should you find yourself restless, I'd be more than happy to spar with you again. But, be sure to rest and recover your strength.”

 Morgana smiles appreciatively, and thanks him, telling him she'll think about it. In truth, more sparring would certainly be beneficial and she doesn’t dislike the training by any means, however she can’t shake the sluggish feeling deep in her bones, nor the persistent ache still in her leg. A day at camp might be just what she needs to recuperate.

 A thump noise draws her attention to Gale, dropping a pile of books onto his small desk outside his tent and she trots over, brimming with interest.

 “Now, some of these are perhaps much more academic, and less to the point. They may still be of some interest to you though.” He nods, gesturing and stepping back.

 Morgana takes a deep breath, and flicks her fingers by her side, breathing the syllables for a comprehend languages spell. Although unlikely, she very much hopes Gale doesn't notice. Or at the very least doesn't point it out.

 Indeed, as he'd said, a couple of the books present ostentatious prose, philosophising about the nature of a vampire and studies into what harms such a creature, rather than their capabilities. A bit too wordy for her liking, and not what she’s looking for.

 Those ever observant brown eyes watch her, studying, saying nothing and coming to a conclusion. Gale clears his throat.

 “If I may,” he moves a book aside and plucks up a red tome, offering it to her. “This one may have what you're looking for, in much more concise terms, and much less grandiloquent prose.”

 A pause passes.

 “Gale, I have no idea what that word means.”

 He snorts with laughter and waves her off. “It's a straightforward read.” He tells her warmly and understanding passes between them.

 Slightly humbled, a little embarrassed, and mostly grateful, Morgana tips her head. “Ah. Right. Thank you Gale. I can return it to you l-”

 “Consider it a gift.” He interrupts. The mage hand has finished chopping vegetables. “Now, you must be keen to start studying, and naturally, dinner will not take care of itself. I'll see you tonight, and don't be afraid to seek me out and ask questions if anything doesn't make sense.” He adds.

 Once again, she nods her thanks to the kind wizard and hurries back to her own tent.

…

 Hours pass, and Morgana is hunched over the tome, faerie fire twinkling above her and reflecting shadows on the canvas walls. Her journal is spayed out beside her, open to a new page and filled with notes.

 Reading through the book, she can't help but wonder if Astarion has been holding out on her. Although, there is the concerning possibility that he is genuinely unaware of what he can do. If that is so, she thinks, could it be that starvation has weakened him?

 The thought twists through her guts like a knife and she decides to carefully approach the subject with him later in the evening.

 Malnutrition could very well be restricting the vampiric powers he should have.

 As for Vampire Lords, she has discovered that yes, they are typically cruel and power hungry beings, just as Astarion had said and has written down what to expect and how best to combat one.

 She wants to be prepared, after all.

 Apart from all that, and her theorising and jotted notes, she's stumbled upon some helpful information about other undead whilst trying to find the vampire section. For example, a zombie will be non-hostile if you smell like them. It amused her at least.

Begrudgingly relenting that she can't keep rereading the same pages over and over again and hoping to glean new information from the same paragraphs, she turns the page and discovers a new subject of discussion. Her mouth tugs down into a frown.

“Duh… ham… pears?” What's that?

 Her tongue clicks and she flicks her wrist, but nothing happens. She scowls at her hand, as though it is to blame, and it is not that she already used her spells for the day.

 So much for another comprehend languages.

 Unable to cast any more spells, and with dwindling interest, Morgana skims over the page, noting that … this is a creature not dissimilar to a vampire, and a rather rare occurrence. 

 Convincing herself that she's unlikely to ever come across any, she rationalises that it is not worth trying to understand more. So she flicks back to the previous pages yet again and dives back in, deciding that actually, maybe, she can find more in the text, slowly but enthusiastically reading over the powers and abilities vampiric spawn should have, drinking it in and committing it to memory.

 There is still the mixture of excitement and confusion as she pours through the text, unsure whether or not Astarion is aware of any of this. He told her himself, he was turned two hundred years ago, of course he should know what comes with being a vampire. But what if he doesn't? Maybe she could teach him a thing or two.

 Either way, she can't wait to share her findings with him.

…

“Ugh, gods, could the pair of you just shut up for five minutes, I can't hear myself think.”

 Morgana startles awake at the shrill voice.

 “oh please, Astarion-” she can practically hear Shadowheart rolling her eyes, at the same time as Lae'Zel hisses “quiet, Astarion,” but before either can bite out a scathing remark, Karlach’s booming laughter fills the air, clearly delighted and the bickering dies down.

 Morgana pushes herself up from being sprawled over the books and rubs sleep from her eyes. The sounds of Gale and Wyll greeting their companions and general chatter fills the air outside, and the fragrant scent of cooking wafts through the gap in the door, causing her stomach to rumble.

 When did I fall asleep? she wonders.

 Regardless, she can hear someone outside asking after her, and excited shouts and barking - wait, barking?

 She throws the tent flap open, stepping out and quizzically searching for the source of the noise and landing firmly on a fluffy white dog.

 “You found a dog?” 

 “Morgana!” Karlach cries joyfully, jogging over with the pooch. “Isn't he sweet! Astarion found him, his name's scratch!”

 “... Astarion found a dog?” The warlock asks dubiously. She bends down to the canines level, invoking speak with animals as she does. Karlach laughs again.

 “Well, I think he was just hungry; caught the scent of blood and followed his nose.”

 Ah. 

 “But he's certainly had his fill today, Fangs killed more goblins than Lae'zel, ripped their throats right out!” She adds enthusiastically. Morgana nods, only half listening, offering her palm to the dog with a soft “hello.”

 Scratch happily woofs a “hello” back, tail wagging and licks her palm, the other petting him on the head.

 Animals always were easier than people.

 “It's nice to meet you, Scratch, I'm Morgana.” She speaks softly, oblivious to Karlach chuckling and shaking her head, turning back to the others. Morgana asks the dog about himself and tells her she hopes he wasn't lost.

 Scratch whines softly. “My friend was injured. I stayed with him until I knew he was gone.”

 “Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry.” She soothes, rubbing his ears and telling him he has a home with them as long as he wants, and moving on to chatter about what he likes, nodding enthusiastically when he barks joyfully about how he loves to play fetch. She's so caught up in the sweet canine’s company that she doesn't hear the vampire sauntering over.

 “I'm sorry; are those supposed to be words coming out your mouth, or have you finally gone batty?”

 She can't help but laugh, giving Scratch a final pat on his head, rising to her feet and facing Astarion. Her eyebrows jump up and she laughs once, disbelievingly, any prior retort dying on her tongue.

 “You're covered in blood.”

 And he well and truly is, too. Red splatters across his handsome face, crimson stains are stark against the silver of his hair, and scarlet is draped all down his front. There are smears around his mouth, as though hastily wiped away.

 His mouth lifts into a near manic grin and he cackles with glee. “Well, you all know what I am now. Why not fight with all my weapons. I get to ruthlessly kill goblins and sate my hunger, win win!”

 Morgana snorts. “No wonder Wyll already had you figured out.”

 “Oh? He did, did he?” Astarions smile falters slightly and he mutters, “I suppose I'm lucky to have woken up without a stake between my ribs.”

 She shrugs. “I don't know, he seems amicable enough.” She points at the vampire and he jerks back, “anyway, you reek of blood, go rinse off or change or something.”

 His eyes briefly flick to the puncture wound on her neck, and smoothly he switches back into a sultry smirk.

 “My dear, I'm a vampire, I live in blood.”

 She rolls her eyes and gestures, again, to the stream, forgetting her earlier excitement to tell him about what she'd discovered in the book. She'd remember later, of course. For now, the warlock leaves him be, assuring she'll catch up with him later, and spends most of her evening by the campfire with her companions, catching up and enjoying a hot meal as the sky grows dark.

 As she tells Shadowheart about her day spent reading and journaling, the cleric nodding along and checking her wound while she talks, Morgana suddenly breaks off mid sentence, remembering Astarion and excusing herself.

 Quickly, she grabs the book from her tent, and then she finds the elf brooding, back turned to her.

 He's cleaned up, she notices, the perfumed scent of bergamot, rosemary and brandy coming from the stainless linen of his shirt.

 “Need something?”

 His voice startles her out of her thoughts, and she notices an ornately carved mirror in his hand. 

 “You… you can see me?” She inquires.

 The vampire quirks one brow. His mouth opens, ready to snark at her that his kind don't have reflections, but then her mouth twists into an unnaturally large smile, her head tilts and then contorts to the side and she scurries away, staring unnervingly back at him.

 “Suit yourself-” but as he turns around with a huff, she's still here, regarding him with those curious silver orbs.

 “...what brand of trickery is this?” He asks flatly, unimpressed.

 “Oh. It wandered off again then.” She says it so nonchalantly, as though discussing the weather or something equally mundane, that for once he's lost for words, confusion writ upon his face.

 “Come again, darling?”

 She looks sheepish this time, clearing her throat. “Fey stuff.” She flicks her hand, dismissively, and he nods, understanding dawning.

 Fey always were fickle creatures, so naturally, inheriting their boons came with a few catches. A wandering reflection, a weakness to iron and an inability to lie or break promises. Yet the little half-human has all the strengths of an Archfey's power and as well as their charms.

 She points to his hand mirror.

 “What were you doing?”

  Always with the questions, this one. How closed off she had been, that first day. Assessing everyone silently.

 “The tadpole changed many things. I… had hoped it might have changed at least one more,” he takes a long look at the silver mirror and scowls, “but, apparently not. I've never even seen this face- not since it grew fangs and my eyes turned red.”

 Anger roils through him, visceral and unpleasant, and for a moment they're silent. Her soft question brings him back to his senses.

 “What colour were they before, Astarion?”

 He blanches, realising with horror that he has no idea. He's forgotten.

 “I… I don't know. I can't remember. My face is just some dark shape in my past - another thing I've lost.” the mirror shatters, hitting the ground with all his frustration and hurt and bitterness.

 Another silence.

 His glare snaps to her and his anger evaporates. She scans his features, as though committing them to memory.

 “What?” He breaths, almost afraid to break the moment.

 Her throat bobs.

 “I see you.” She whispers. “What do you want to know?”

 I’ll be your mirror.

 He doesn't expect this. To actually feel open with her, the gentle sincerity in her voice, the softness in his own as he replies.

 “I want to know what the world sees when it looks at me. What you see.”

 She sucks in a deep breath. Studying him contemplatively.

“Those piercing eyes…” she starts, hesitantly. He preens, smirking, “go on.”

 “Your hair curls around your ears… it sweeps back in a way that is far too perfect for a man without a reflection.”  He barks a laugh.

Her teeth worry on her lip, her eyes dipping to his and snapping back up, her cheeks turning rosy.

“Then you have that dangerous smile.”

 “Oh! Oh, I like that. Very good.” And he does. He will always take even the most shallow praise with glee, relish in it. His chin lifts with that sharp grin. “Now just tell me I'm beautiful, and we can call it a day.”

 Her shoulders relax, a small laugh bubbling from her and she smiles, tipping her head to the side and folding her arms.

“It's a very nice face, Astarion. You're beautiful.”

 But his attention now snaps to the object in her hand, seemingly forgotten. Her curiosity must be rubbing off on him as he gestures to the book.

 “What's that? Some late night reading? Sorry darling, I'm a bit too old for bedtime stories.” he teases lightly and she rolls her eyes.

 “I'd actually forgotten. That's why I came to you.” She clicks her tongue, grasping the tome with both hands and staring at its cover, debating her next words. “have… have you been honest with me? About your condition and what you can do?”

Hah. Honesty.

He scoffs. “Well I glossed over the two hundred years of torture and starvation.”

 She ignores his leering, instead searching for a page.

 “Can you spider climb?”

 “...excuse me?”

 “Vampire spawn are supposed to have their own powers and strengths.” She points at a paragraph and he resists the need to snatch the book away and read this poppycock himself. She finally meets his eyes and he remains cautious. She'll want something for the information, surely.

 “I have a theory. If you're able to feed regularly now, these powers should be available to you.”

 To his utter surprise, she extends her arms, handing him the book. She must see his suspicion or his hesitation.

 “You ought to have this. I've read and re-read it several times in the last few hours, I even made notes.” She adds with a nervous chuckle and he eases some, reaching and carefully taking the book, still waiting for some sort of catch.

 When none becomes apparent however, he slides the mask back into place, playful teasing at the ready.

 “You made notes? I've seen in that little journal of yours, I would not call that chicken scratch legible enough to be ‘notes’ .”

 Morgana's jaw drops indignantly and something like a squawk of protest leaves her. Her arms flop gracelessly and she drawls out “Well, excuse me, we didn't all get the benefit of an education!”

 Oh? 

“You taught yourself to read?”

 Like prey caught in torchlights, she freezes. Momentarily. A long ragged sigh makes her deflate in front of him.

 “Don't tell the others.” She groans. “Nerifyra lends me their power, I taught myself using comprehend languages, courtesy of The Lady of Whispered Promise.”

 The name rings a bell, faintly, somewhere in Astarions mind. He has heard of her, this Archfey who lends her power to Morgana.

 “It's unlike you to be forthcoming about your patron.”

 She just shrugs. “She likes you. I have more liberties in what I can discuss with you.”

 “She does, does she?” He purrs with a sly look, “And what about you?”

 He’s realising that he adores catching her off guard. The way she jolts, mouth opening wordlessly, the blush that creeps along her cheeks, and the indignant noises she makes. It's so amusing he finds himself laughing, even more so when she pouts at him.

He waves his hand flippantly.

 “Anyway, darling, an labhair thu ar cainnt mhàthaireil ?” [do you speak our mother tongue?]

She blinks owlishly. Then again, mouthing the words to herself. She cocks her head, brows furrowing in confusion.

 “I… That’s elvish?” Her nose scrunches up. “Yeah, I can speak a little.”

 “An urrainn dhut a leughadh?” [can you read it?]

 Her scowl deepens, and again she mouths the words to herself and then huffs a sigh. “tha leughadh nas duilghe.” [reading is more difficult]

 “I could teach you.” He says in a low tone. “Think of it as… a trade. For the book.”

 Morgana eyes him sceptically. He’s been careful not to make fun of her. He needs her trust and this could help with an idea that he’s been slowly cultivating. After a pause, she nods. 

 “Ok.”

 “Excellent. We can start tomorrow night. For now, it seems I have some reading to do.” And so he bids her a good night, and retires within his tent, making himself comfortable among the pillows, his small lantern flickering firelight on the canvas, and he opens the book and begins to read.

…

While she returns to her own tent, an idea swims and gains purchase in her mind and guides her to rummaging in her pack, grasping the journal and flicking to a new page. She picks up a pencil and smiles, her heart jumping ever so slightly in her chest, and allows her hand to dance across the page.

 Those piercing eyes. The silver curls. The dangerous smile.

[donnas-dollface]

Dating Miss Molly O'shea Headcannons;

characters: molly o'shea (x gn reader)

a/n: sorry dudes she won't leave my brain and i cannot get anything done because of it LMAO my apologies if she's a bit ooc, i haven't exactly written for her so I'm not expecting to nail it first try! we'll be back on Donna's track whenever i catch up with my school work 🫶

warnings: possible ooc molly,mention of a slimy haired asshole(Dutch)

dating Molly is you teaching her to relove herself, and seeing her worth. she's been brushed aside, silenced and ignored. sometimes she feels as though her opinion amounts from little to nothing. doesn't really stop her from voicing them though.

she's not exactly used to being heard either. You actually listening to her, whether it be her shouting or crying, it's relieving. And you're not screaming or yelling back at her? what is this.

touch starved touch starved touch starved touch starved touch starved- Ahem! She craves physical touch but doesn't exactly know how to ask for it. Molly also isn't into PDA, but she'll warm up into being a cuddle bug whenever you're alone :)

Enjoys walking around camp with your hand in hers, or just simply with your pinkies interlocked. And is a sucker for cheek/knuckle kisses.

if you want her to melt into a puddle just compliment her features or her laugh. it makes her smile and giggle, sometimes she'll swat your arm softly. "Oh you."

kiss her freckles too. it makes her short circuit if she's not expecting it.

definitely enjoys teasing and picking on you. when's she's comfortable enough, she leaves her little lipstick marks on your face and that is HARD to get off.

writes you cute little poems but is too nervous to actually show you. and love letters!

She's a little antsy about being around horses. just one of her "irrational fears" but you don't mind. If she's sharing your saddle, best believe her arms are snug around your waist so she doesn't slip off.

when that gramophone comes out, you two are dancing to it. she's a really good dancer, and even if you have two left feet, she still enjoys the fact you're making an effort. but you probably might wanna learn, she doesn't really enjoy leading.

Her favorite way of time passing with you is just sitting in your shared tent reading to/with you. sometimes she'll share gossip you might've missed while you were out or on a job, or sometimes you're sitting in the silence.

She doesn't like to show it but she really does miss Dublin, and her family on occasions. the best you can do in these situations is ask her to accompany you to St. Denis for a show and to do some window shopping.

Molly believes very strongly in her opinions, and will voice whenever she doesn't like something. You're getting called to go on a job that sounds a little shifty? She's barking at Dutch that if anything should happen to you, she'd have him roasting on a stick. or she's telling you not to do it.

"Tere's no way in 'ell I'm letting you do it!"

Comfort is also foreign to her. Apologizing too. Sometimes, she'll say something she knows was too far and she immediately shuts down. You'll be storming out of the tent to cool off and she's just there cursing herself to hell.

"Oh good one O'shea, they'll definitely leave ya for tat!"

and she does fully believe it. but somehow you come back, and she's just unsure how to react to it. "I... I'm sorry." be patient with her, she'll recover it eventually. just not used to having an actual relationship with love and care.

ohh... she's an easily jealous woman. she trusts you, don't get me wrong, but somebody touching your arm or laughing a little too much at your jokes irks her. she glares them down, and will scoff/huff whenever they say something flirtatious to you.

adores surprise gifts! and when you remember some tiny little detail about herself akcbdjjs the gifts doesn't have to be like extravagant, she likes when you come back with a simple bouquet of wildflowers.

envisions your future together like the hopeless romantic she is. she personally would like to move back to the city, but if you don't want it or would rather stay in the great wilderness, she'll do that for you.

thanks for reading! hopefully this is good cause i do really like molly, i just need more practice with her character.

little spoon most of the time. please just hold this woman, she finds comfort in it. she also gets cold easily.

[commander-rahrah]

So do I! I'm glad Astarion is patient with them although he does tease them XD I love the idea of him embroidering little designs whether it's stars, moon, or something else! It sounds adorable 😊 I would definitely adore letting him have the first pick of new clothes! He deserves it & it would help him separate from his past too 🤍 Thank you for sharing your thoughts because I love it so much :)

Here's my idea that I would love to hear your opinion! Just to let you know this is quite self-indulgent XD What if Astarion had five things about what GN!Reader does that frustrate & confuse him (but he's secretly grateful for it)

1. They always make eye contact with him unless there's something that requires their utmost attention

2. They always remember what he said to them like a book he mentioned briefly that he wants to read but can't find so they worked hard to find it for him or they asked if he doesn't mind continuing what he was talking about earlier before there was an interruption

3. They always ask for his consent even if it's something he suggested because they're familiar with forcing themselves to do something they don't like or they're used to being presented with the illusion of choice

4. They always thank him whether it's something like shooting down an enemy while they're too preoccupied or helping them carry some stuff

5. They won't touch him unless it's for his benefits like quickly removing a leaf from his hair that he keeps missing (that's how they know because they noticed his stiff expression & how tense his body is briefly when they did for the first time) or pulling him to safety

What do you think of it? I'm curious :3

Okay, tumblr definitely lost this one -- so sorry about that anon!

I think that with most of these, the biggest thing would be Astarion realizing that you actually are perceiving him. Seeing through any of his careful masks and facades he puts up. A lot of these things are ideas I've been slowly exploring in my fic series as Tav/Astarion's relationship grows, but I can definitely share some little thoughts about them before I post my bigger thoughts in my fic aha!

I would imagine that Tav/reader continuously making eye contact with him might make him nervous at first - he would try to figure out what you were trying to do, if you were trying to throw him off or something. Once he realized it was just because Tav/reader was genuinely interested in what he was saying, listening and watching… his mind might betray him a bit. Why did you focus on him so much? Did you like what you saw? What if you didn't? I think its something he would have to get use to as he let his guard down more and more, and began to trust Tav/reader

I think he would be floored the first time Tav/reader did something like this. If he made some off the cuff comment about wishing he had better reading material, and then the next night there was a little stack of books sitting in his tent. If you did it again, he would maybe ask in a teasing way, but secretly really really wants to know why you're doing this, "What's the big deal? Trying to bribe me?" and being even more confused when Tav/reader shrugs and tell him that they thought of him when they saw it or remembered him bringing it up. This would make him even more confused and probably tell them as such. "You get more puzzling every day."

The always asking for consent thing is actually a scene I already have written for my series Talking to the Moon - but a bit of a snippet of how it will go is essentially him getting exasperated as Tav once again asks "May I?" and he goes "Do you insist on asking that every time?". "Yes, Astarion. Every time." And even if it was his idea, I think Tav/reader would still ask. He might roll his eyes, "Darling, it was my idea." But you would explain that he can always change his mind, that consent given or promises made before can change, that in the moment it could change. That you never want him to feel like that with you, not ever, not again. So yes, you will ask every. single. time.

Gratitude is not something he is used too. His master made demands, not requests. There were no thank yous expressed to him, not ever. I think he would probably mask this one better then any of the others, flipping his hair and replying in his sassy voice that "you owe me" or "yes, I am quite something, aren't I?" But every thank you you gave him, probably healed something inside him

I think that post-confession, Tav/Reader would only ever touch Astarion without permission if it was a matter of safety, like pushing him out of the way of an arrow or for a spell, etc. And before he could say anything, they would start profusely apologizing, not trying to explain it away but then Astarion would shush them, reassuring them that he was alright, "It's okay, I'm fine. We're okay, I promise."