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whimsyfinny · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: None (Yet) in chapters to come there will be smut (and lots of it) and possible violence/blood/gore

Chapter Word Count: 2803

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A/N: My first Supernatural fic so I hope it doesn’t suck ass. Only proof read by myself, so pls let me know of any errors so I can correct! Also I know at this point in the series Dean is more serious, however I love pre-Hell Dean so imma bring some of those vibes in here. This is also posted on my AO3.

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Please read the below first:

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 3

The rest of that day was pretty uneventful. Charlie practically threw my sad lone duffle bag through the front door and left before I could give her a piece of my mind for just leaving me here. I helped Sam put away the groceries he’d bought, emphasising that ‘we don’t put things down, we put them away’, otherwise we end up living in filth again. I also cleared some space around the study area that seems to be the centre of the bunker, and much to my dismay, threw out even more take-out boxes and beer bottles. I arranged all of the research that had been left on the desk in a mess, organising it into piles of read and unread; or at least what looked read and unread to me. The whole time Dean sat at this very desk and was watching cartoons on Sam’s laptop whilst his brother was in the shower, letting me do all the dirty work as he just sat there and relaxed. When I was finally done, I slumped down in the chair opposite him and slid all of the neat stacks of research towards myself. Dean looked up at me, his relaxed ‘cartoon-watching’ expression fading slightly.

“What are you doing?” He asked. I looked up at him like he was stupid.

“What do you think? I’m catching up on what you guys have been researching.”

He closed the laptop and folded his arms across his chest, the cotton of his flannel pulling tight over his large biceps.

“That’s such a waste of time.”

“And why, pray tell, is it such a waste of time Dean?”

“It’ll take you days, maybe weeks to catch up on what we know - either me or Sam can give you a rundown on what’s most important in an hour,” his tone was very matter-of-fact, like he didn’t want to be argued with. I sighed, crossing my arms on the table in front of me, leaning forwards.

“That’s great, you can still do that, but the more clued up I am as to what is going on then the more chance we have of finding what you need,” I paused for a second, a thought flashing across my mind. “Come to think of it, you haven’t even told me why I’m here, other than to ‘do research’. What are you looking for that has you so stumped?” Dean sucked a breath in through teeth, shifting slightly in his chair.

“The Fist Blade,” his tone had a thickness to it that I couldn’t place.

“The First Blade? As in Cain and Abel? THAT First Blade? ”

“Bingo.”

“But surely that’s long gone by now, it’s been two millennia at least. Nothing can last that long…can it?” I asked almost rhetorically. Dean shrugged.

“That’s what we want to know too,” his eyes flicked up and caught mine, his gaze burning into mine for only a moment with such intensity I felt my breath catch in my chest. The dark purple bruising on his face around his eyes made that forest green even more vibrant and alluring. There was a pause - for some reason I couldn’t look away and I had to catch myself before glancing at his bruised lips, which I knew already were devilishly charming. Right as I gave in to temptation and saw the corner of Deans poor split lip twitch into a smirk, Sam saved the day by striding in, towel-drying his hair. He paused, looked at us and frowned quizzically, almost like he was more surprised that we weren’t throwing furniture at each other. He didn’t say anything on that topic though, because as he looked around he noticed I’d cleaned. Again.

“(Y/n) you really have to stop cleaning up our mess,” he smiled, hanging his towel on the back of his chair as he took a seat next to me, his long legs grazing mine slightly.

“Sam just say ‘thank you’,” I tilted my head up to him - he was still enormous even when he was sitting down. He laughed slightly, almost bashfully as he looked down for a second at his twiddling thumbs before locking his eyes with mine again.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I returned his smile at last, holding it for a few seconds before continuing: “So Dean has just been explaining to me what you’re looking for. Surely the First Blade is long gone by now? How would it have survived this long, and still be functional - not just some pile of dust?” Sam huffed out an already exasperated breath, slouching back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest, much like how Dean was sitting.

“I have no idea, at this point I feel like we’re grasping at air,” we all mumbled in agreement, suddenly sitting in a solemn sort of silence. It was short lived though as Sam leant forwards, pushing his damp hair from his eyes and trying to lighten the mood.

“Guys why don’t we just leave it for a few hours and get something for dinner? It’s getting late and we should really eat.” Dean suddenly sprang forwards, sitting up straight and lacing his fingers together on the desk with a grin on his stupid face.

“Good idea Sammy - I can’t wait to try her cooking. If she can cook half as well as she cleans then we’re in for a treat.”

“You son of a bitch!” I jumped up, grasping the first thing I could find (a file on God knows what) and smacked him across the face with it. Deans head turned with the force - albeit not much - and another stupid grin crept onto his stupid lips. He chuckled his deep, chesty laugh and tenderly touched his already sore face, wincing slightly.

“Just for a second I forgot you hated my guts,” he drawled, rising to his feet.

“Well you don’t do yourself any favours by talking to me like that.”

“Yeah? Well maybe if you weren’t such a hot head you’d be able to take a joke.”

“A joke? You call that a joke? Jokes are supposed to be funny, Dean, there wasn’t even a punchline,” I had started to raise my voice slightly and he gave me an extremely puzzled look.

“Hold the fucking phone - are you mad at me because I ‘insulted’ you or are you mad that there was no punchline?”

“I’m mad at YOU, because you’re just trying to rub me up the wrong way on purpose!”

There was a pause, and a smirk and a twinkle in Deans eye.

“Well I’m sure if you ask Sam nicely he’ll rub you up the right way.”

“DEAN!” Sam and I both cut in at the same time and when I glanced at him I noticed a faint pink glow on his cheeks.

“What?” He threw his hands up, “Sam you’ve been acting like a schoolgirl around her since we met her at the diner, always jumping to her aid first. Just admit you have a crush ok?” Dean gave his younger brother an ‘all knowing look’ as Sam covered his face.

“Dean I’m going to pretend you never said any of that and just move on,” Sam turned to me and said in a hushed tone “I’m so sorry,” before looking back at his brother, who was now reaching for his jacket. “And where are you going?” Sam quizzed.

“To get dinner, that’s what this whole conversation escalated from right? About what we were going to eat? Well I’m going to get takeout, what do you both want?” Dean said, throwing his hands into his jacket pockets.

“Dean sit down,” I chimed in, my voice sterner than I intended.

“What?”

“Just sit the fuck down. Both of you. Carry on researching and making yourself useful,” I said, moving away from the table.

“Why?” Sam did as he was told but Dean looked at me like I’d asked him to eat tofu.

“Because I’m not letting you boys eat yourself to death with E numbers and MSG. I’ll cook something,” and as the words left my mouth I saw Deans eyebrows raise so much I thought they might push his hairline back. Before he could get a single word out Sam spoke on behalf of both of them:

“If you’re really ok doing that, (Y/n), you’ve already done so much today-”

“Sam it’s fine, I really don’t mind. I actually enjoy cooking, and since Bobby’s been gone I’ve had no one to cook for. So yeah it’s ok,” I smiled at him reassuringly, and he smiled back.

“Ok, if you’re sure,” he paused, looking to his older brother who had removed his jacket and was taking a seat again, “I just didn’t want you to feel like you had to just because Dean-”

“Really Sam, I’m fine with it. I was planning to cook even before the jackass opened his trap.” The younger Winchester gave me a final ‘ok’ before I spun on my heel and walked towards the kitchen, not even bothering to give the older Winchester a second glance.

I guess it’s time to find out what these boys have lurking in their pantry.

I’d been cooking for maybe half an hour when I was finally done and called the boys to the kitchen. I set three places at the table, and placed down three beers and enough cutlery for all of us, alongside various condiments they might want. I was just serving up as they walked in, muttering to themselves about something they’d researched. As they both sat down, I placed two plates in front of them and watched their faces light up.

“STEAK!” They both had wide grins as they picked up their cutlery and immediately dug in.

“Don’t get too excited, it’s nothing special. Plus the fries were frozen and the mac ‘n’ cheese was instant,” I said, placing down my own plate and taking a seat between them.

“Don’t care, ‘s home cooked,” Dean said with a mouthful of food, reaching for his beer. Sam just nodded vigorously in agreement.

“Well ok then,” I smiled to myself, I guess a little happy that they were happy. And for once that Dean had nothing smart to say. Yet.

Dinner was pretty uneventful - and short - as the boys practically inhaled their food. When their plates were empty they just sat at the table in a happy silence, rubbing their full bellies.

“Considering you just used what we already had and didn’t go shopping for anything, that was fucking beautiful,” Dean said, stifling a burp. I looked at him in surprise.

“Oh… Thanks Dean,” I half smiled down at him as I stood to collect their plates. He put his hand out to stop me, taking them from my grasp and pushed gently on my shoulder, urging me to sit. He returned the half smile, standing up.

“No problem. Now let me do this, you’ve done enough for us today already. Take a break,” his voice was low and strangely kind towards me, and I was almost lost for words as I felt his firm chest brush against my arm as he took the plates from me, his body heat reaching my skin through the fabric. Was he being serious, or just leading up to be a dick in a rather roundabout way? Who knows. But I should try to appreciate the moment at least.

Dean washed up whilst Sam dried everything and put it all away, and I sat sipping my beer as they bustled about for a few minutes. Once they were done, Sam took his seat back at the table and Dean grabbed the tea towel, roughly wiping the surfaces and flinging it over his shoulder when he was done.

“And now it’s pie time,” he said suddenly, sparks of joy in his voice. I grinned.

“Oooh, can I have some?” I asked. Dean turned to look at me like I’d asked him to shoot a puppy, and Sam muttered an ‘oh boy’ under his breath.

“Can you have some?” Dean repeated my request back to me, those sparks of joy in his voice no longer there.

“Yeah…please? I saw it in the fridge earlier, there’s definitely enough to share,” I stated, starting to feel like I was missing something here. Sam cleared his throat and I turned to look at him, an unusual expression on his face.

“Uhhh…(Y/n), Dean doesn’t share his pie. Not even with me.” Dean slammed the fridge door closed, said pie now in hand.

“You’re Goddamn right. The pies mine, now back off,” he gave me a warning look as he grabbed a fork and sat back down next to me again.

“Fuck me; really? What are you, a child? Who the fuck won’t share a pie made for four people?” I asked, getting exasperated with Deans bullshit. I knew the kindness wouldn’t last.

“Me.”

“Fuck you.”

“Guys, I’m gonna go and get some sleep - I’ll be back in a few hours. Thanks for dinner (Y/n), it was great,” Sam stood and pinched the bridge of his nose, not being inconspicuous at all about being done with bickering between Dean and I. He smiled softly at me before he left, patting my shoulder as I said a quiet ‘sleep well’ to him before he exited the room. Then it just left me and Dean. Again.

“Just one slice,” I asked abruptly, watching him shovel pastry into his face.

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Dean I made you dinner and tidied your shit, the least you can do is give me a slice,” I slid forward in my chair, inching closer to him in a new attempt to get him to share.

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“No.”

“Fuck,” I threw my hands up before leaning forwards a little more so I was now close enough to smell him. And annoyingly he smelt divine - his cologne mixed with the scent of old leather and woodsmoke, perhaps a little gunpowder too. I breathed in, trying to get to the sweet smell of the desert he had, but all I could smell was him. I tried to ignore it. He was still a douchebag.

“One bite?” He sighed and turned to look at me, noses almost touching as I flinched back, not realising how much I’d shuffled towards him. He sighed, dropping his head slightly.

“Ok, just one bite,” he said as I did a very quiet squeal of delight. I reached for the fork in his hand but he held it up out of my reach, shaking his head.

“No. Not you.”

“Dean, come on.”

“Open.”

“What are you-”

“Open your mouth,” he said sternly, those evergreen eyes finding mine.

“Wait wha-”

“Open your Goddamn mouth (Y/n)” he said, his voice turning gravelly as I felt his breath on my face. I felt heat start to flood my cheeks and I couldn’t tell what emotion it was coming from, as I had started to feel a lot of things all at once. What made my head spin a little though was hearing my name fall from his lips - he hadn’t said it before, at least not to my face. And I hated myself for liking how it sounded. I didn’t say anything to him as I eventually did as I was told; opening my mouth and instinctively sticking out my tongue a little. I wasn’t sure where to look, so I looked at him - the concentration on his face as he scooped up an acceptable amount of pie to part with was amusing to say the least. Happy with my tiny portion, he turned to me and put the fork on my tongue, to which I closed my lips around as he slowly pulled it from my mouth, leaving the amazingly sweet desert behind. With my eyes now closed, I couldn’t help but hum in delight, savouring every flavour before I swallowed it down. Slowly opening my eyes again, I wasn’t expecting to see Dean still watching me, lips slightly parted as his gaze flickered between my eyes and my sticky lips, which I was now licking clean. He seemed to catch himself quickly though, immediately scooping up more pie for himself and cramming it into his own mouth. I sat back in my chair, picking up my beer and draining the bottle.

“Next time you buy a pie, Winchester,” I started, standing and tossing the bottle in the bin, “buy one for me so we don’t have this problem again.” He looked up at me just as I turned to leave.

“No promises,” his lip quirked slightly - so slightly that I wondered if he’d even smirked at all. I scoffed, giving him one last look as I rolled my eyes before I left the room to continue researching.

“Fuck you.”

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yaut-jaknowit · 1 year ago

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Hi there! I wanted to say that I love your work and I’m really enjoying seeing all the good shit you put out! Tbh me and my twin have been eating up the story with We’ar-ow! We’ve sorta created our own character to fit in as the reader, and we chat about each update after you post them! It’s a fun little book club in a way! If you ever end up publishing any books, be sure to tell! I love your writing style it’s so distinct and enjoyable!

Also! I wonder how yautja would react to a real short s/o (imma dude and being 5’2 sucks a lot, my mom had to fuck a short king sigh) I had to grab something next to my couch that’s only 2 feet off the ground and I almost flipped my body over reaching. I can’t even wrap my arms around my knees when sitting either

I am able to reach a lot of small things hidden around my house, and I’m really good at anything small with my hands like sewing- tbh that’s the only upside

also quick yautja question- do you think they’re able to produce twins or triplets? Mostly asking cuz I’m one! :p

also I’m so thankful for you writing for readers who aren’t female! it really warms my heart <3 sometimes it can hard to find non female readers and x male readers help with my dysphoria

Short King

Pairing: Uihoy (Male Yautja) x Mas!Reader

Word Count: 692

Summary: After the countless times you've fallen off of places or even found yourself somewhere you're not suppose to be, your wonderful mates have gotten you a step stool. Uihoy understands the frustrations himself. But he doesn't want you getting hurt.

Author Note: I'm so thankful and love this message so much. And the fact you chat about my writings?! Seeing this message for the first had me squealing and kicking my feet like a school girl. I hope one day I'll publish books but for now, I stick to writing fanfics about being dicked down by aliens.

P.s. Gonna be honest, I never knew how many AMABs liked Yautjas. I'm used to fangirls since I'm one myself. But I'm happy to help fill in the hole for the lack of AMAB writtens

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Knowing some Yautjas out there, they have a size kink. So you being much smaller than them goes burr for them.

They can also wrap themselves around you easier. It makes for the best cuddling sessions because they can probably almost encase you completely. That way, they can protect you better!

They also wouldn’t treat too much different either. They might ensure your items are closer to the ground so you don’t have to climb as much to reach them.

A step stool around either their ship or hut on Yautja Prime is necessary. They wouldn’t want you to go without it either. Less climbing means less danger for you! Safe on the ground floor where you can’t bust your head open.

After one close call with a fall, your mate wouldn’t want you to even think about getting on the damned counters again. So, he got you a step stool.

Once in awhile, you’ll see him use it too. Don’t let him know or say a damn word about it.

Plus, imagine those with the size difference kink. You desperately trying to reach something too far above you. They come up behind you, squishing your body to either the counter or wall. That day ended up differently than you originally thought.

Seeing the way your hand barely fits in their palm. They’re purring up a storm and holding you close.

As for the twins and triplets: yes, it is possible but a very rare occurrence. With their head structure, it’s already hard to push out one. It also puts a huge strain on their bodies. Some go through with the pregnancy if they believe they can endure the journey. Others don’t to save them either the downfall of an unnecessary death of themselves or their children.

I believe in some cultures of the Yautja, it’s celebrated if a female produces more than one offspring and survived. It is a feat that many don’t endure or survive.

Hands encased your hips and pinned you to the counter. A heavy body draped acrossed your back. Hot air caressed the shell of your ear. “What does little hunter think gonna do?” a grumbly voice spoke, slightly scolding you for what might have been a dangerous action. At least in those bright orange eyes of his.

Your entire body jumped at the sudden feel before relaxing, head titling to the side. Uihoy’s profile met your gaze. “I have no idea what you mean,” you brushed off. “I’m just trying to grab a bowl.” That was only thing that was the second shelf they hadn’t moved yet. You best believe it will be after today.

Uihoy snorted then reached above you and grabbed hold of the item you were attempting to take. It was placed before you on the counter in front of you.

The hand left on your hip drifted up to clasp hold of your throat. A finger was used to tilt your head back. Uihoy leaned over you to look you in the eye. “Next time, use the stool,” he scolded and pinched the column of your throat in warning.

Your shoulders sagged, eyes rolling with attitude. “But Uie! I was fine. Three feet off the ground ain’t gonna kill me,” you complained and leaned your weight against the short Yautja. His body barely even wavered at the added weight.

“No, but Uihoy might if little hunter doesn’t listen.” There was no bite in his words. You groaned.

His hold on you slipped away. He took a step away from you. You snatched the bowl off of the counter in front of you and marched over to the refrigerator-like device in the wall.

As you pulled out the stew made yesterday to consume as a mid-day lunch, you narrowed your eyes on Uihoy. The Yautja still stood in the kitchen, leaning against the island. With a spoon, you pointed it at him, non-threatening. “You’re lucky I love you enough I won’t smack you for calling me short,” you pouted and poured some of the stew to fill half the bowl.

A disgruntled grunt sounded from the elder. “My heart is yours, little one.”

#yautja #predator #yautja x reader #yautja x you #alien vs predator #predator x reader #yautja x human #predator x you #predator x human #x reader #uihoy

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an-au-blog · 5 months ago

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that holiday zs is coming along WAY too different than the first draft, so imma just post those initial 4k on here bc i just really dont wanna scrap them completely (the intro is kinda the same as the actual fic im posting on ao3 but yk...)

enjoy :))

(this is the actual posted one btw https://archiveofourown.org/works/61647757/chapters/157594045)

The winter months were approaching like a persistent storm, knocking on the doorstep. As vicious as both weather and time, the invites and passive-aggressive messages started again.

It was always "you have to come home for the holidays" and "if you don't come, father will be disappointed," but Sanji hated every family gathering. The fact that he was contractually obligated to go to at least one was disgusting. And even more so that Judge pulled his strings to push him into going to this Christmas party.

Just before he was about to leave his phone, adamant not to answer his sister's texts, her name was displayed again. She was calling him.

Shit... he couldn't ignore her now...

Taking a deep breath, he braced himself. "Hey, Reiju."

"Hello, Sanji." Her greeting sounded as cold as ever.

"I know what you're calling for."

"You do?" Even questions sounded closer to statements out of her lips.

"Yeah, and I'm sure you already know my answer. Did Judge put you up to this?" He never liked getting angry at her, it was not her fault, but he couldn't hide the way he felt.

"Sanji," her voice softened just a tad. "I'm sorry that our father moved the dates for the charity event, there was no way he could have known you wouldn't be in town."

"Don't lie to me. That man planned it, I know him." Sanji was itching for a cigarette. His hands trembled in fury as he opened the box and pulled one out. "He knows I wouldn't be caught dead on more than one Vinsmoke social money-parade! That charity event was the only thing I could stand by willingly and he knew that." He lit his smoke and inhaled the thick scent of it, calming. "And don't call him that, he is no father of mine. I can't recall one time where he acted like one."

"There are two years until the contract is over, please don't do anything to anger him... I don't think he actually wants to see you go."

Sanji couldn't help the sharp and humorless laugh escaping him. "As soon as my restaurant is "payed off" I can promise you, he won't be seeing any of me. It's actually funny to me how his greatest failure is his most qualified employee."

"Sanji..."

"Whatever, I'm going." He put out his cigarette. "Not like I have any choice." The man grumbled.

"Oh, and one more thing." She paused a bit, perhaps waiting for an answer but continued before Sanji did. "It would be wise to bring a date."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She didn't sound teasing or happy. "Just... trust me. And make it convincing."

The line went dead.

Well she never stopped being ominous

Lighting up a second cigarette, Sanji thought on what she said. Perhaps, she was right, if he took someone it could be more tolerable.

But then the problem was, who?

He couldn't take any lady, he wouldn't dare to put a woman through that torture. And it wasn't like he had a lot of friends either. Between helping at the restaurant and slaving away at the Germa company, he didn't have much time to socialize.

He needed someone who would piss off his family and would not be put off by them. He couldn't take any of the cooks... There was Luffy, but Sanji was sure he would try to kill them on sight and as satisfying as that sounded, he couldn't risk anything so close to the finish line.

After an agitatingly long consideration, Sanji took out his phone. Downloading the most popular dating app, he created a profile.

Name:

He furrowed his brows. Considering how this should be approached. Fuck it.

Name: Mr. Prince

Age: 21

Bio: I'm not here to date, I need a fake boyfriend for my annoying Christmas party. If you can hold your own and want a free meal hmu.

He considered not putting a photo, as he wasn't sure if anyone would recognize him from Judge's PR stunts. Sanji opted to taking a picture of his hand holding a cigarette. It might look edgy, it might look suspicious, but he had hit rock bottom a while ago and he was not above pulling out a pickaxe/sledgehammer. //idk which one i should put or do i put smth at all v smsl da e kato "he hit rock bottom but hes ready to go lower"

He scrolled through a couple of profiles, accepting all of them with very little ones he didn't swipe to accept, killing time until it was time yo go to the restaurant.

Not even ten minutes into the shift, Sanji had to turn his phone's sound and vibrations off. The constant buzzing was more irritating than Carne's unstoppable blabbering.

Sanji's smoke break could not have come faster.

With a cigarette in hand, he held his phone in the other. Honestly, he didn't know what to expect... Dick pic, dick pic, a comment about his "slim fingers wrapped around-", alright this was disheartening. He lingered on a profile that looked a bit too suspicious - no photo of the person's face, wasn't in a single frame, just a beautiful orange cat. But reading the bio of the person, Sanji decided to keep on looking, he might be too polite for his family's prodding.

There was another man. He looked, and Sanji was putting this lightly, like a criminal... Or a homeless criminal. Maybe he could give it a shot. He read the man's message.

Gin: I'm down if you're down ;)

Sanji knew better than to be hopeful, but giving it a shot, he typed out and clicked send.

Mr. Prince: down for what?

The ping sounded with the response of the man and it almost made Sanji's cigarette fall on the ground. He had never clicked the block button faster. What a creep.

Checking a few other profiles, he had started to get pissed off. He didn't have much more time left and he was on his third sig, one last profile and he would stop for now. His fingers were going to freeze and he was starting to worry it would snow soon.

Zoro: will there be booze

Sanji clicked his tongue and if he wasn't searching for someone impudent, he would have blocked him just to be petty. But that was probably a good sign. Scrolling though the man's profile told him a few things. Firstly he put his full legal name, so he was either naïve or didn't care much. He hoped it was the ladder. God how he hoped. Zoro, apparently, was well built and even though it said nothing, from the few pictures, Sanji could tell that he did some kind of martial arts. If he was guessing correctly, that would be a safe bet as to where he had gotten all those scars as well, including the one on his face. And that was the other thing: he only had two pictures and both of them were clearly taken by other people. The first one was of him at a bar with two other men, the backs of their heads only visible. It was quite cinematic, enough to make Sanji a bit suspicious if it wasn't just some screenshot from an indie film or something. The second picture was of him in front of a ramen shop, he was laughing at something off screen in a relaxed manner that both exuded confidence and filled Sanji with an ache for the social life he would usually never mourn.

Going back to the chat, he didn't give himself much time to think of a response.

"EGGPLANT! GET YOUR ASS BACK IN HERE!" Zeff's voice echoed.

Typing out a quick response, he pocketed his phone.

"Yeah, yeah, you old geezer! Can the restaurant not burn down every time I look away?" Sanji snapped back.

Zeff laughed. "You've always been funny, little eggplant."

Sanji could hear Patty and Carne snickering. "You- " He could feel his face burning. "Stop calling me that!" Hissing out. "And you two back there better stop laughing, I am the sous-chef, I can fire you!"

"Nah, you won't." Patty smirked.

"You'll always be my little eggplant." Zeff said with a far too fond smile. Damn it old man, how could Sanji stay angry at him?

With a tisk, He rolled up his sleeves again and went back to work.

By the end of his shift, he felt as exhausted as ever. The cook hadn't even noticed when he reached his apartment, or his room for that matter.

He took out his phone to set up another alarm, unsure if he would be able to wake up after his usual two.

Shit. He forgot he texted that guy.

He opened the chat.

Zoro: will there be booze

Mr. Prince: yeah, if you suffer through at least half of it

Zoro: if you dont wanna go so bad just dont

Zoro: also i hope you know ur acc looks like a bot

Zoro: still not sure its not

Damn it, he forgot to answer... At that point it was probably too late for Zoro to answer, but he had to answer now, if he didn't want to leave if for the morning in fear of forgetting again.

Mr Prince: sorry, I just got off work

Zoro: u deff don't sound like a bot atm

Mr Prince: I'm not? a bot??

Zoro: haha even ur responses look like a bot

Zoro: aight, was fun mr botman

Zoro: bye now

Mr Prince: WAIT!!!

Mr Prince: STUPID MARIMO HEAD COME BACK HERE

Mr Prince: FUCK YOUUUU

Mr Prince: GOD YOU RE SUCH A PRICK

Sanji was gripping his phone with anger. He couldn't believe this man was able to annoy him this much with so little words. If his brothers and father had anything in common with him, he would be able to get out of any conversation as long as he stuck with this man. It was a double edged sword, sure, but then again, he wouldn't have to deal with his family. He would chose any stranger over them.

He typed it something, just to delete it again. And again. Again... Damn it, the guy probably already blocked him. Or unmatched him, in any case, it wasn't like anything he wrote from then on would matter. he wouldn't see it.

Mr Prince: sorry

Before Sanji could close his phone, he saw the three dots that indicated the other was typing.

Zoro: damn ur so desperate for me

Sanji could feel his head heat up from anger and... Fuck this guy! What an asshole!

Mr Prince: I take it back.

Mr Prince: Go fuck yourself.

Zoro: no thanks

Zoro: s why i got this app

Mr Prince: ?

Zoro: idc abt relationships but being taken out and getting a good hookup after is easy here

Zoro: whatever tho

Zoro: were u srs abt the alcohol party

Mr Prince: yes

Zoro: cool

Zoro: when and where

Sanji could have gotten whiplash at how fast the conversation switched its tune, but nonetheless, he was too tired to get angrier. Needing this to end, he huffed a sigh and responded.

Mr Prince: It would be best if we meet and talk it out in person

Zoro: k

Mr Prince: Do you know Camie's Cafe? If you are free, we can go this Thursday at around 10.

Zoro: sure

Zoro: damn ur basic

Zoro: coffee date and superslims

Zoro: cant wait to see what ur hipsterass wears

Mr Prince: I am one second away from kicking your face in

Zoro: id like to see u try

Zoro: never been challenged by a failed pinterest collage

Zoro: ig theres a first for everything

The cook knew that answering would only rile him up more and encourage the man, so he ignored him instead. To make sure that he didn't put all his hopes on this overgrown house plant, he went back to looking though his other matches. Pitifully little serious ones. Half asleep he barely managed to go though them before passing out in his work clothes.

Thursday had come far too fast.

The snow was piling up and the little sparkling lights were being hung from traffic lights and leafless trees. Sanji looked at his phone - he was five minutes early.

He fidgeted with his gloves before entering, nervous.

The little bell on the top of the door rung, only making his anxiety spike even more. He scanned the tabled and felt himself able to breathe again when he didn't see the person he needed to meet. Going up to the counter, Sanji flashed a bright smile at the barista.

"Camie, my lovely flower!" He sighed theatrically. "How are you, this fine morning?"

"Oh! Hey, Sanji, I'm doing great. Hopefully, you are too!" The girl behind the counter gave him a friendly smile.

"Ah, well, I'm great! Never been better! Even though I fear that now that I saw you, my day has reached it's peak."

She laughed. "You say the silliest things."

His smile felt a bit less fake. Having to make a pretty lady laugh always made him feel a bit better. t least he could improve someone else's day...

"Hey, Casanova." A rude voice said behind him. "Are you gonna order or just take up the line space?"

Sanji turned around to see some guy. He was muscular and with an ugly scowl hiding behind glasses. The man was still wearing his winter hat but had his jacket unzipped and had nothing but a tank top with a low cut underneath.

"Eyes up here, dartbrow." He snarled.

Sanji looked behind the man, to see that there was no one else waiting. "You can shove your shitty attitude and the rest of the non-existing line up yours, cave man."

"Caveman?" He raised an eyebrow.

Damn, he looked familiar. "Yeah, one who talks big shit and wastes all my time picking fights with random people, like a prick."

"By the time it took you to flirt and throw meaning less blabber at me, you both of us would have gotten our drinks and been out of here."

"Whatever. I don't have time for idiots today." He turned to Camie, who in turn had been using the time of their bickering to make his usual drink. Bless her heart, women really were angels sent from above.

"Thank you, love." He smiled at her, leaving a big tip and the money for his order. Sitting down on a table for two, he took out his phone to text this Zoro guy. He must have been running late, because there was no one in line after the other guy and it was already five past ten.

Mr Prince: Did you arrive?

A familiar ping was heard from next to the counter. Sanji did not look up, as he saw the three dots indicating that Zoro was typing.

Zoro: Yeah

Zoro: ordering something and sitting down

Zoro: some poppas stick figure was holding up the line

Sanji froze on the spot. He was afraid to look up, but not too fond of reading the next message either. Shit... could it be? Did he actually have that much of bad luck?

Zoro: r u here btw

Zoro: ???

With great reluctance, Sanji looked up to the spot at the counter where the man was standing. He was now looking straight at him. Expression blank, just... staring.

He had taken off his glasses and hat, revealing the short green hair that was so prominent in the pictures on his profile. He looked so different when he wasn't smiling and wearing glasses or maybe it was just that Sanji had the talent to make his own life miserable...

The man typed out something on his phone, breaking eye-contact for a mere second, hitting send just to look Sanji in the eye when his phone pinged. A feral grin split his face as he approached Sanji's table.

The cook glanced down to see the notification saying "i think i c u" and cursed himself a bit.

"So what was the plan, exactly..." Zoro crossed his arms, making Sanji's eyes dart to his chest. And now that he was looking, really looking, the man was... handsome to say the least. He had a sharp jaw, he was toned and his chest was wide and muscly, squished like that it almost resembled breasts...

"What, is this a hook up thing or are you actually a scam artist..." Zoro said again, drawing Sanji out of his daze. He was no longer smiling, genuinely pissed off.

The cook's eyes involuntarily darted to the man's chest once more, double, triple take, because damn he was big when he had his arms crossed like that.

"You got a problem with eye-contact there, buddy?" Zoro snarled once more,

If Sanji didn't feel like he had a nosebleed coming along just from looking at him, he would have jumped at the chance to fight him. But bleeding before the fight was far too humiliating. "S- sorry. It's had to- give me a second." He covered his nose and mouth with his hand and looked at anything and everything that wasn't in Zoro's direction. "It's not a "hook up thing", I actually need a fake date..." Sanji kept on looking away.

When he got no response, he dared to look at the man in front of him again. With great displeasure, he found he was giving him the most disbelieving and annoyed look known to man kind.

"Hey!" Sanji shouted. "What the hell is that look for!"

The brute rolled his eye. "This all seems like too much trouble. Why shouldn't I just leave?"

"Because you're here in the first place and if I'm right, your not the type to fo things half-assed."

Zoro smirked.

"And uh..." Sanji looked away. "It's in two days and I don't have time to look for anyone else."

Zoro's smirk disappeared. "Before I give you a yes or no, I need to see your hand."

"What!?" Sanji squeeked. Shrinking into himself as heads started tiring to them.

"Hand." Zoro extended his palm in expectation.

"This is so demeaning." Sanji sighed. He gave his left hand letting the mosshead take it. The cook wasn't sure what he expected but it wasn't to have his hand held with warm hands being turned this way and that. Despite the unhappy look on the man's face, Zoro was... surprisingly gentle.

"No."

"No?" Sanji echoed.

"The other one." He looked at the cook with such determination that it was hard to say anything in response. Speechless, Sanji placed his other hand into thw gentle, rough hands. He watched Zoro look at his hand, running his finger over the knuckle of his thumb. A small smile, barely noticeable to anyone who wasn't staring at Zoro, appeared on his face. It was such a faint thing and yet it softened the man's face, suddenly, the beautiful man in those pictures was in front of Sanji.

"Okay." Zoro hummed. He looked up at the cook again.

He was still holding Sanji's hand.

"Okay, what?" The blond pulled his hand away, regretting the loss of the other's warmth immediately. His face felt hot.

"I'll do it. Your family thing."

"Oh? Great!" Sanji beamed. "I prepared a little... uh... thing." He took out a piece of paper. "Before that, I just want to say we should probably put down some boundaries. Whatever you do is fine if it'll help with the convincing. Please do tour best not to get into any physical altercations..."

"They've said I look aggressive but-"

"No, no. It's... well, my brothers are kind of assholes to put it lightly. I really don't give a fuck how you treat them, but leave my sister out of it."

Despite the fact that Zoro's lack of reaction, Sanji decided to continue.

"I took out a few questions to make this more believable. So if we can memorize a few facts about each other-"

"What?" Zoro shot his eye to the blond.

"What."

"You want me to study for this thing? Why would I want to deal with shitty people and-"

"I'll pay you."

Zoro's eyebrow twitched ever the slightest. But Sanji knew. He was interested. Or at least that was what Sanji hoped it was.

"I can pay you if you survive at least two hours at the party. And if you don't fuck anything up for me and convince them well enough of course."

Zoro hummed. If it was enough to cover his debt to the witch... Damn it. He was going to do it in anyway, but this was a very welcome bonus.

"How much are we talking?" Zoro asked.

"You sound like a loan shark."

The green haired man almost chuckled at the irony.

"I'm kind of in a tight spot, myself... so how does a thousand berry sound?"

"A thousand?" Zoro raised an eyebrow.

The blond looked at him with slight disappointment at himself. "No? How about two thousand?"

Damn... Zoro never considered this guy could be rich. "And the free booze?"

"Of course."

Zoro did a half-nod. He reached over and grabbed the paper from the man's hands. "Okay, let's get this over with." He put on his glasses and squinted for a moment as he was reading. "These are some of the dumbest questions I've- what is this?" He looked up at Curlybrows with a mocking smile. "What is this, some kind of "need to know basis to know my lover" questionnaire?" He cleared his throat and started reading. "Number three - Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why? Oh. Or this one -" He pointed at the list as if the other could see what he was showing. "The eighth one: Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common." He laughed. "We just met."

The blond's face became a bright red.

"Oh my God, it is..."

The blond snatched the list out of the green-haired man's hands and stood up. With angry and hurried movements he got dressed and left the building.

Ah. Fuck.

Zoro left his things and ran out after the man. "Hey, wait." He tried but the other seemed to ignore him. He realized he had no idea what the other other person's name was. "Prince!" He yelled, a few meters away.

The snow was starting to pile up, lightly raining and falling on his bare shoulders. It was starting to sting a little, not that it bothered him.

"Prince, wait! Curlybrows, hold on, I'm sorry, okay-" Zoro put a hand on the other's shoulder.

In a flash of movement, unknown how, when or from where, Zoro felt something conecting with his jaw. Painful and unexpected. Zoro stumbled back, if it was him just an year ago, he would have fallen flat on his ass, whatever- whatever hit him-

He looked at the blond man in front of him - leg held in the air and a mean look.

"Fuck off!"

If it weren't all hanging on a thread, Zoro would have tried sparing with the man, but not the place or time... "Curly, look, we're not gonna get to know each other from a morning of twenty-one questions." He dusted himself off, standing up.

The silence he got as an answer was enough to make him continue.

"Clear a day and find a less crowded place and I'll tell you what you want to know." The blond opened his mouth to speakbugot cut off. "What you want to know. Not some pop quiz."

Curlybrows sealed his mouth into a thin line and huffed. "Fine." He shuffled a bit before continuing. "Go back inside before you freez to death."

"I'm fine." Zoro rolled his eye.

"Sure." A sarcastic snarl.

It was almost a year ago.

Zoro was used to going to Luffy's crazy parties, it was a best friend's duty to make sure he didn't break his skull. For some reason, that new year's eve party, Luffy had decided to invite everyone he knows.

It was a mess to say the least.

Zoro lost Luffy in the sea of people within the first hour. He wasn't too worried though, because as far as he heard, he was somewhere with Usopp and that man had as much self-preservation as Luffy had energy. He was at least sure that they weren't going to have to call a hospital this time.

A bit into the night, he remembered a firy ginger-haired girl who bet that she could out-drink him. She introduced herself as Nami, monopolizing the bar area. To her credit - she already seemed a bit buzzed, so when he won, he wasn't too surprised. True, it was her girlfriend, who had called it quits, but it wasn't like she would have lasted much longer anyway.

Zoro had never been a light weight, but the girl had some backbone on her and had him swaying a bit near the end of their drink-off.

He wasn't drunk. No. He could remember almost everything from that night and he had full control of his body. It was just that his brain to mouth filter was even shorter and his reactions seemed slightly slower.

Nonetheless, it was fine.

It was more than fine because that night was about to become the most amazing night in his life.

Umsure of where he was going, Zoro walked around the house, looking for Luffy. There was no sight of him in the past hour or so and it starting to worry the man.

He stood in the midst of one of the larger rooms, looking around. He felt someone bump into him. By the time he had to turn around and see who it was, Zoro barely managed to dodge a knee to his stomach.

There was a blond man in front of him, the most vibrant blue eyes and soft-looking lips, redness in his cheeks and a heaviness in his eyelids - he was clearly drunk. And yet, the blond looked ready to murder him. What a sight.

"Watch where're goin'... " The man slurred his speech.

Zoro didn't have the time to say anything before someone else bumped into them, causing the fall of a plate that Zoro hadn't noticed im the other's hands.

The blond looked down at the fallen food, his eyes quickly becoming red and wet with unshed tears. "Who's gonna eat my cooking now?" He sniffled. " 's all y'ur fault!" He poked at Zoro.

Not minding the comment, Zoro grabbed the plate and knelt down and started collecting the dropped food off the ground. It looked like some kind of pastrie. One of it was stepped on, chocolate spilling from it's side.

When Zoro stood up again, he pretended not to notice that he was being tracked by the bright blue eyes. The blond man reached out to take the plate but stopped when he saw Zoro grabbing a handfull of the pasties and starting to eat them. Not leaving one on the plate, Zoro expected to get scolded for eating dirty food, or maybe the man was drunk enough to get mad for having his food eaten.

But no, he was just watching the other with wide eyes.

"I wanna kiss you..." The blond said, barely above a whisper.

And since his body seemed to move faster than his brain, "You're beautiful" was all Zoro could say in response.

"I'm really tired." After a small pause. "How was it?"

"Delicious. I hate chocolate." Before the blond could comprehend thw comment, Zoro continued. "You made those?"

"Yeah." He nodded. Adorable. " 'm a chef!"

"No wonder you're Luffy's friend." Zoro laughed.

"Imma get my own rest'rant soon!" His eyes sparked. " 's gonna be big an' blue, an' we'll never leave anyone hungry."

Zoro raised an eyebrow, apparently an indication for the other to continue. Small side steps out of the way of one or another person had them somehow on one of the couches. The blond leaning in, enthusiastically talking about cooking with a passion that filled Zoro with warmth he hadn't felt in a while. Even though the drowsiness and fatigue of the night, the man carried on with the intricacies of each dish, product or cooking utensil.

Half-asleep on Zoro's chest, still talking, letting the green-haired man pay with his right hand. Commiting to memory every little cut and mole - like the one on his thumb, or the little calluses on his fingers from holding a knife for hours on end.

When he looked out to see there was snow piling, he couldn't care for it much. He'd never felt warmer.

In the morning, Zoro had gotten up to roam about the house in search of something to drink. One of the things he regretted most. The next thing he knew, he was coming back to an empty couch and Luffy - stuffing his face with eggs that smelled far too amazing to be made by him.

"Luffy, where did the blond cook go?"

Still chewing, Luffy grinned. " 'oro! 'Anji 'e't 'or 'ork."

He left for work?

Zoro had been resigned to the thought of never seeing him again. All until he saw a familiar looking hand on an app he hadn't used in months. But it couldn't be him, right? That would be too good to be true.

#zosan #fake dating au #modern au #zoro x sanji #zoro's kinda an asshole in this one #op #wip fic #unfinished wip

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sillysnaildraws · 8 months ago

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And on another note, please ramble about my favorite character Romeo and any headcanons you have about him

The silly Bri'ish man? Well, better strap in, imma ramble your ear- no, that doesn't make sense... imma ramble your eyes out??

Whatever, god. Where do I start?

TW for an abusive family near the end. if that makes you uncomfortable, don't read it because I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable. I will put a "keep reading" tab to make it easier to avoid.

I do see Romeo as a little skinnier than Xara and Fred, purely for the sake that he definitely relies on his powers a little too much. I mean, we see that in the game, he rarely isn't flying around and using teleportation. So with that, not only would I imagine he is thinner but also most definitely has very soft hands, and hands that are quite small compared to his partners, Xara and Fred. Though he kinda looks like a twink when I draw him with his cunty little poses and clothes, which was NOT intended. Sorry, Romeo..

I definitely think he hates feeling small. He isn't short in my head, compared to most characters, he is an average height, taller than most. But when it comes to taller characters like Axel, Aiden, Mevia, Xara or Fred, he looks small and he hates it. Especially compared to Xara and Fred because he only comes up to their shoulders. It's why I imagine he flies all the time, so he can be higher above people and feel big. Though there is a "good" small, as I would describe it, which is specifically when he is cuddled up against Fred and Xara. Feeling small in a more protected and loved way rather than a weak and vulnerable way.

I do imagine he is a bit insecure, which is related to his shit family, and will get defensive and snappy when someone points it out. He would probably struggle with saying "sorry" too, especially with the ego he has to almost protect himself. Romeo has this strange thing where he wants people around but also tends to push them away at the same time, which only further affects his mental state.

Like, you can't tell me Romeo is perfectly mentally well, he is quite unpredictable and definitely has mood swings all the time. Kinda like a cat but worse, he might be grumpy and not want to be touched but all of a sudden, he's draped over Fred and Xara, demanding cuddles. Though I imagine he can be a bit of a tease too, finding fun in playing little games.

After losing his powers, he definitely lost his confidence too. After all, he felt that his powers were all he had and was all that was important about him, which creates the little wet pathetic mess he becomes. But he doesn't stay like that, after a lot of time and healing, I'd imagine that confident, very close to arrogant personality of his would come back but not so... horrible? Is that the right word? I'd imagine Xara wouldn't mind putting him in his place though if he tried anything stupid. In my mind, I have an Admin oc called Amy who helps revive Fred, so the three are back together and healing with each other.

But like I said, even after they rebuild their relationship with each other or how much they love each other, she wouldn't hesitate to suplex him if he acted up. Then again, she would have done that before!

Gotta love him, even though he definitely does have tantrums. But for some reason, it works so well with a power hungry Admin who definitely has a problem with being too controlling. Which I created a whole backstory to explain why he feels the need to be in control. I'll get into that now.

I wrote about this in an AO3 fic but not in lots of detail. I see him as someone who was born into a family with brown hair and green eyes, so his unusual red hair and blue eyes are quite strange. But his family, instead of being normal and just going "Oh, cool. You have bright hair and eyes" they are dicks instead, using his differences to call him a disappointment or a freak. Though his family aren't the best, if it wasn't apparent. The parents are quite controlling, which is where I derive his need to be in control from. Trauma, put simply.

And, unfortunately, most of his relatives let themselves be basically molded into carbon copies of his parents and are quite horrible towards him, going as far as forcing his head under water before laughing at him when they let go. Though a young Alex and Steve protects him a few times when they saw it. His parents tried forcing him to dye his hair and wear contacts, which at first he refuses but eventually, once broken down, yields.

Upon seeing this, Alex and Steve are worried and Alex, being the hothead she is, goes to shout at the parents though Steve manages to calm her and instead get him away from the family, offering him a place to stay with them. A least a year goes by, and he'll be around sixteen and his red hair has grown out again. His parents find the place and the confrontation leads to him running away and meeting Fred and Xara.

#snailreplies #mcsm #minecraft #minecraft story mode #mcsm headcanons #mcsm romeo #mcsm xara #mcsm fred #minecraft alex #minecraft steve #xara x romeo x fred #romeo x xara x fred #fred x xara x romeo #admin shipping #mcsm admin #admin mcsm

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nnschneider · 1 year ago

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I got tagged by @wurzelbertzwerg so her are my replies

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

296,244 as of today but I'm posting weekly updates on a story nowadays.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily Northanger Abbey and Good Omens although I've written something for all of Austen's published novels and other TV shows (not all posted on AO3)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I'm ordering these from most to least:

An Equitable Arrangement - GO. Sequel to Renovation. A/C go from pretending to be a couple of humans to pretending to be a human couple.

Origin Story - NA. Modern hero/villain AU inspired by Mega Mind.

Opposite of Retirement - GO. Sequel to Equitable Arrangement. A/C do not get a peaceful, boring retirement.

The Renovation - GO. C is unhappy with his flat and decides to renovate it.

The Smallest Angel - GO. A is shrunk.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes but I always feel like I'm doing it wrong. Like, I have posted whole pages of words just above here and I need to write something else like Thank you? But that feels a little skimpy given that so few people comment these days. And also, what's a reasonable time between the comment and the reply that doesn't feel like I'm stalking my inbox?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Lamb - Mansfield Park. In response to a Halloween prompt ("illness").

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Northanger Federated? It very clearly ends happily ever after.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I got a relatively gentle, hate-tangential comment once on Welcome to Austenville. It has multiple couples in it from Austen's novels. I had changed one canonically M/F couple into a F/F couple and someone left a comment that they would not be reading the rest of the story due to that. Note: this was not on AO3 but on another site where I was cross posting.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No. I tend to try to watch my language unless it's character compliant, even swapping out "oh my god!" with "oh my goodness!" I tend to stay away from explicit scenes. I also typically note if there's violence, sexual innuendo, or implicit scenes as a warning. Long ago, I started posting on a site that abided by an ambiguously understood "family friendly" policy and I've internalized that recommendation.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I'm more of a "saw a movie, imma cram my blorbos in it" writer, but if you consider mixing characters from different Austen novels in the same story, then yes, I have done crossovers.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so? No one's told me.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have had a fic translated INTO SONG! For years, I wrote a little parody of something Jane Austen as a Christmas Carol and blackglass actually sang Who Would Say No? (Austen crossover about heroines refusing a marriage proposal to the tune of Up On The Housetop).

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Does a beta reader count? I think I'd love someone to poke me along but also I'd need them not to poke when I am too busy IRL.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

It has to be Henry Tilney and Catherine Morland. Boring but gets the job done.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My COVID inspired P&P that focuses on Lady Catherine and her friends sending letters back and forth as England succumbs to a mysterious plague,,, of werewolves. I was angry at the time with how people in power (the Lady Catherines of the modern world) were so eager to put front line workers in danger to support their lifestyles. But now that everyone is actively, deliberately coughing on everyone else, it feels like the moment has passed.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm willing to move from one fandom to another based on my inspiration. I'm willing to kill my darlings which is good for suspense.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action and choreography. I struggle with these, have no idea if I'm using the right vocabulary for the expert who knows those terms nor the novice who just wants to read something entertaining. I feel like I'm never right.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I did a Casablanca inspired Persuasion piece which had some German and French in it. My peer reviewer at the time knew someone fluent in German and I've had enough French that I could sprinkle in a few lines for atmosphere without requiring my readers to know a second language. I did try to get clever and put the translations into a tooltip you could hover over so you didn't need to scroll or click around, and then I realized it doesn't really work on touch screens or sites that strip out HTML as a security precaution.

As far as writing a whole story in another language, I think it would need to be a very short story.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Pride and Prejudice, "Lizzy and the Three Ghosts" which has not been posted on AO3. I had read enough JAFF to be thoroughly comfortable with P&P, before I started to really get behind NA.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Origin Story is my favorite NA on AO3; you should read it.

I have no idea who else to tag but consider this your open invitation.

#ask game #fanfiction

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lets-zofifi-stuff · 2 years ago

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The Smallest Miracles

Fairy!Sun and Moon & Witch reader short story

Heavily based on Fairy AU by @ayyy-imma-ninja, Fairy Friends AU by @themuse-artcorner and this drawing.

Thank you all!

hurt/comfort, no romance

Trigger Warnings: abuse, animal abuse, implied suffocation, panic attack

Edit: there is an ao3 with (currently) three more chapters.

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It would be fitting to say, it was a dark stormy night, when I sneaked into the poacher's den, but in fact it was a calm chilly evening, in the middle spring. The sun only began to set down, when I found the base of the operation I was tracing down for months.

There were plenty of people in the world willing to pay a hefty price for a magical creature. So obviously, there came assholes who busied themselves with catching and selling them. But they made one serious mistake. They tried to hunt in the witch's domain. Mine, to be precise.

They made their base in a wide sinkhole in the middle of the old forest. About half a dozen goons were camping next to the mouth of a cave, presumably their main storage. They were sitting by the campfire and drinking heavily from glass bottles and ceramic jars, for warming-up.

I was hiding in the bushes, observing. The day was cold. A gentle drizzle, half way between rain and fog, was settling on me as a damp layer. If not for my warm coat and thick gloves, I would be already freezing. I had a hood pulled deep on my face with my pointy hat put on top.

The sinkhole was an excellent place to stay hidden, and to help keep imprisoned beings inside. Far worse to defend yourself against an ambush. I had a few spells prepared.

I made the fog rise from the forest floor and slowly flew down into the hole. They didn't notice anything suspicious about it until they all started to feel dizzy and unsteady on their feet. The airborne spores I added to the cloud were working.

I sat on my trusty broomstick, covered my nose and mouth with a scarf and flew down into the cloud. I landed unnoticed near the mouth of the cave. I nearly tripped over one of drugged bandits. He was wiggling on the ground, mumbling something about the rain, so I assumed he was dreaming about being a worm in the mud. He seemed strangely content with that.

The cloud was only reaching a few feet inside. Further, the air was clean, so I was able to uncover my face.

Creatures in the cages looked at me when I came in. Some got startled by the presence of a human, but some seemed to recognise that I am not one of their captors. Maybe they even knew what my pointy hat meant. A shine of intelligence in some of the eyes, made me feel sick to my stomach. Not like I wasn’t expecting magic folks trapped together with magical animals, but it was always a shock. Sleeping spore was far too good for those bastards.

I could see only about eight cages with residents inside. Either the poachers were bad at their job, or they managed to transport and sell most of their catches before I could stop them. I didn't have much hope of rescuing the poor guys after they were given away into the hands of some rich collectors or power-hungry mages.

I waved my hand at the creatures. “I am a friend. I want to help, I promise. Let me do that, please.” None has answered me, but that was okay. Many beings able to speak like to fall silent at the moment the human shows up. I was not here to make friends anyway. I began to walk from cage to cage, speaking to them soothingly and checking up their condition.

All the creatures seemed to be in relatively good health. They had to get captured recently. I could risk simply letting them go as they were. They were able to find their way out and take care of themselves, just like they were doing before humans took them.

Meanwhile the sleep cloud outside started to dissipate.

I quickly opened the cages and urged the creatures to move fast, before the bandits could wake up. I didn't need to tell them that twice. All ran out and didn't look behind once. If some of them were about to trample their former captors in their sleep, I couldn't blame them.

I could give myself a pat on the shoulder for a good job, and fly home. Or should I try to place some curses on the bandits, while they were still unconscious? I couldn’t exactly arrest them, I was just one person, and what they were doing was hardly even illegal in this part of the world. But a good curse or two would make their life miserable for a good while, and force them to seek some very expensive help with their removal.

I was just about to start when something brought my attention. Deep inside the cave, there were rows of shelves, and boxes, likely with gear and supplies, for the long hunting trips.

I spotted a big glass jar, lying overturned on the ground. From afar I thought it was just an emptied container for alcohol. The fading daylight was not enough to let me see clearly, but I felt there was some object inside. I wordlessly ordered the crystal at the end of the broom to lit up with starlight stored inside. The gentle glow revealed a tiny figure curled up inside the jar.

I crouched down to have a better look and gasped. It was a fairy. A real fairy like in the old children tales. It had to be.

The figure was yellow, with something like orange flower petals growing out of the tiny head. They were dressed in fabulously colorful clothes. On their back… there was a set of butterfly-shaped translucent wings. The wings were sparkling in the light, and flowed like silk, but they had to be able to spread and fly once.

Could I be mistaken? Fairies were extremely rare, and nearly impossible to spot. They were supposed to live deep in the woods and never ever show up to adults. They were supposed to only be seen by nice kids who’d listen to their parents, respected nature and did their chores in time. Naturally, many people doubted their existence after getting older.

My mentor told me about them too, when I was still very young. She said they are beings of great magic. They were supposed to be invisible to most, and have a natural bond to all living things, and energies of the universe were flowing through them freely.

“Nature's tiniest miracles“ she said with her eyes so dreamy. It was so unlike her to act this sentimental, that the memory remained clear. She had traveled everywhere, saw everything and had a very cynical view of the world. She also swore she saw a fairy once in the distance as a girl, and tried to find it ever since. But apparently they were once in a lifetime sightings.

Now one was right before me, closed in a jar. A jar that likely was once used for storing cheap booze. Somebody made an effort to jab carelessly a few times at a metal cab, to create holes for air. Did the bandits even know what they had trapped?? Could somebody really be this stupid?!

Even though I never saw a fairy, I could say this one didn’t look healthy. Their petals were withered, their skin sickly pale, and they were sitting curled up with their face hidden in their knees.

I put my hand on the glass. When I did that, the fairy finally looked up. Their face was round like a child's, sunny yellow with a bouquet of freckles. Their big round eyes went wide with fear, one sky blue, one gold like a sunset. They also started to shiver.

“Don’t worry,” I said, taking away my hand, and putting a reassuring smile, a little forced but still genuine. “I’m here to help.”

They opened their mouth and said something. Their lips were moving but very little sound was getting through the glass. I pointed at my ears and then at the jar cab.

“I can't hear you. I will open this now. Don’t panic, alright?”

Once I took off the top, the yellow fairy crawled out. They laid down on the ground, panting erratically and shaking. That scared me. Were the holes in the cab not giving them enough air? Or was it the reaction to shock? Fairies were always described as fragile and sensitive creatures. I swallowed hard.

“I am not going to hurt you, I promise.” I said in a soft voice. “I’m a friend.”

The creature peaked at me.

“I know you are scared but would you let me-?”

“Moon,” they said. I blinked in surprise.

“What about it?” The fairy shook their head and pointed.

“Moon,” they repeated urgently.

I moved my light up and realized the wall behind the shelves was not a cave’s wall but a gray curtain. The fairy was pointing at it.

“Alright. I will look there. Please, try to take deep breaths.”

The cavern went further than I realized. Behind the curtain was another part of storage I would otherwise miss. More supplies, barrows, boxes, some very small cages, like for birds and rodents.

“What am I looking f-?” I began to ask and stopped myself because I saw. On the higher shelf standing another jar. It looked empty from down there, but I sat on my broom and levitated myself up. I picked it off carefully and held it in both hands. Inside-

I was wiser than to falter and fall off the broom but only barely. Another fairy??

This one was blue, with clothes in a star pattern. They didn’t have petals, but there was a hat on their head. A soft-looking nightcap, trimmed with white down. Half of their face was light, almost white part in the shape of the crescent, the rest was deep blue. The constellation of freckles sprinkled across their nose and cheeks correspond to those on the yellow fairy’s face. The fairy had deep dark circles around their eyes. That had to be “Moon”.

But something was wrong. The little figure was lying on the bottom of the jar, and didn't react when I moved their jar. I felt the cold panic rising. I lowered to the ground, and hurried out. The yellow fairy was waiting where I left them. They brightened, like a sunrise when I stormed back out.

“Brother?” they asked, looking at the jar. When I came closer the relief on their face fastly shifted into horror.

I put the jar gently on the ground. Did those fuckers forgot to make holes in this one entirely?!

No, the holes were there although less of them. I opened it with shaky hands, reached in and carefully pulled the fairy out. He was just the size to fit on my opened palm.

I turned him to his back and lowered him so the yellow fairy could have access as well. They immediately crawled on my palm, forgetting about their fear of me, and kneeled by their brother’s side.

I craned down and held my breath. Was I too late? Please, spirits, don’t let me be late.

I wasn’t.

We could both see movements of the tiny chest. Slow, shallow breaths.

“He is alive!” cried the yellow fairy. I let out a sigh. Thank you spirits!

The fairy took their brother in their arms and hugged him.

“But he is so weak!” They weren't wrong. It could be just fear that I felt, but the blue fairy looked like he was about to die at any moment.

“How long has he been unconscious?” I asked.

“He was still awake when I saw him last time. The jar fell off the shelf, I rolled off, and lost sight of him. The floor was uneven, it got stuck on something and I couldn’t… couldn't…” they looked like they were about to cry.

“When was it?”

“Yesterday… morning?”

“I will use some healing magic on him. It should help some, regardless of what is wrong.”

“Magic?” They looked at me in fear. “Are you a mage?”

“No. I am not.” I rubbed my fingers together, mentally preparing for the task.

“Let me access him, allright? And be still for a moment. This requires concentration and balance.”

I put two on the blue faerie’s chest. His sibling didn’t try to stop me. I breathed deeply and focused on the life energy inside me. I told it to flow down my arm through my fingers, and connect to the magic of the blue fairy. My fingertips started to glow. Moon tensed under my touch.

“What’s happening?” gasped the yellow fairy.

“He fights me,” I said. “Even though he is unconscious.”

He was no doubt a creature born to magic, as he was able to sense my intervention and tried to push me away. I bit my lip trying to stay calm. I didn’t want to force my way through the fairy's natural defenses. It would cause him distress and exhaust him further but I was starting to feel tired myself.

“Please, don’t fight me, please, don’t fight me,” I mumbled, pressing my energy gently against his. For a moment I thought it would be all for nothing. But then a small yellow hand lay down on mine. It felt good.

Maybe it was his sibling's familiar aura that made Moon lower his guard, or maybe it was me regaining some sort of peace for a moment, but I could feel the resistance fading and my magic was able to flow. The fairy relaxed under my touch.

When I finished, Moon was breathing easier. His face gained some more color, and dark circles around his eyes faded slightly.

The yellow fairy hugged their brother tighter.

“Th- thank you. But… Are you really not a mage? I thought they are the only humans that can use magic?”

“I’m a witch. Do you see a hat?” I pointed at my head. “Haven't you ever heard about us?”

They shook their head.

“Well, I guess there are not too many witches around really.” I signed.

“I’m… My name is Sun.”

“And he is Moon?”

“Yes. We are twin brothers.”

“Nice to meet you Sun, I’m-” I turned my head as I heard some groaning outside. The bandits were waking up. I couldn’t exactly fight all six of them.

“... going to introduce myself later. We need to go.”

“Go?”

“I need to take you out of here, quick.” I began to empty one of my bigger pockets. Witch’s clothes have many of them as a principle.

“We will go to my hutt. It’s a safe place. You two will be able to rest and recover.”

“I don’t know. I think Moon would-”

“Okay, done. You should both be able to fit in here.” I carefully picked Sun and plucked him into the pocket. Then I passed him the blue fairy. “Here. Hold him, when we’ll fly, watch if he lays in a good position.”

“A-alright.” Only Sun’s head was poking out of the pocket. Moon layed secured in his arms. “Wait, fly? You can fly too?!”

I sat on my broomstick. The celestial magic from the crystal flew through the wood. My clothes fluttered in the nonexistent wind, as we raised into the air. Sun gasped loudly and I couldn’t help but smile. Who does not like to show off sometimes?

I squeezed the stick tighter and we leaped forward. “Wooaaahh!” shouted Sun.

We flew out just in time to see the poachers that were waking up and scrambling on their feet. The broom flinched and wobbled as I was trying not to crash with them.

I grit my teeth and jerked the end of the broom upward, pointing it at the sky, accelerating. Some of the more awakened bandits started to shout at us and look around for their crossbows. But before they could begin to shoot, and we flew out of the sinkhole.

We weren’t ascending fast enough and pierced into the tree line. Now both me and Sun were screaming.

Somehow I avoided hitting any bigger branches. We soon bursted out above the treetops, like a fish jumping above the green waters.

I was finally able to flatten out and calm down.

The wind was hitting my face. The last shines of sunset dyed the clouds in pinks and oranges.

“You alright down there?” I asked, looking down.

“Yes, yes. We are okay.” breathed Sun. “That was so fast!” Fortunately he seemed more excited than scared.

“You guys don’t usually fly this fast, huh?” I grinned.

“No. Usually not,” he gave me a warm smile in return. He was still looking tired and sick, but maybe soon I would be able to fix that. I set a course for home.

#fanf sun #fnaf moon #sun and moon x reader #fairy friends au #fairy!Sun #fairy!Moon #witch!reader #short story #zofifi's post #zofifi's writing #long post

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finding-crow · 2 years ago

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I have written a little soap ghost Drabble that I will potentially put on ao3 but imma put it here first so enjoy (Also if the format is weird I’m on mobile so that’s probably why idk I don’t normally post things here)

Soap laid down next to ghost his head resting on his lieutenants bicep. Ghost didn’t move instead hovering awkwardly not used to the physical contact. It baffled him how quickly soap had simply decided this was happening and had pushed forward. He really should have known the man would simply do whatever he wanted but that didn’t stop the stutter of his mind trying to catch up.

“You’ve never cuddled someone before have you?” He didn’t sound annoyed and it hardly sounded like a question, just a statement phrased as one.

Ghost didn’t answer blowing heavily out of his nose in annoyance instead.

“Alright alright, no need to get huffy,” he shifted to his side and gestured for ghost to mimic him. Then he pressed himself back until his back was against ghosts chest and patted the side of his rib cage, “arm.”

As if that was enough instruction, ghost tentatively moved his arm so his hand was resting on soaps rib cage and the man grabbed his hand gently. He guided his arm around him leaving ghosts hand on his sternum where his heart lay in wait beneath it. Soap hummed in satisfaction as if he was proud of himself as ghost tightened his hold resisting the urge to melt into him.

Soap wiggled slightly pressing the top of his head just under simons chin, “if it’s too much tell me and I’ll move, but at the moment I’m perfectly comfortable so I’m going to sleep.”

Ghost was stiff and unmoving incapable of accepting and melting into the person pressed against him. The small part of him that was desperate to love and be loved screamed to hold Johnny tighter. To press his face into that stupid Mohawk. To curl himself tighter around him. The larger part of him, the cold, calculated ghost screamed to pull away and push Johnny farther and farther till he was a speck in the distance.

He knew that wouldn’t work, Johnny was stubborn to a point that would likely do more harm than good; in this line of work it was a necessity. Pushing him away would likely make him latch on tighter, fight harder, he was insane, then again so was ghost for even entertaining soaps bids at affection.

After hours of back and forth arguments, voices screaming that he didn’t deserve such kindness, that he was weak for wanting to melt into the man in his arms, that he was nothing but a monster and Johnny would leave when he realized, that-

A mumble from soap that he couldn’t quite make out. Soap shifted in his sleep muttering nonsense with a sleepy smile adorning his face. Simon could just make out the upward lilt of his lips in the darkness. His name. Soap had muttered his name. In his sleep. While smiling. Entirely against his will- he melted.

His muscles relaxed and his breathing evened he hadn’t even realized just how tense he was.

Simon didn’t sleep that night, he was too distracted by the gentle thump-thump and the barely noticeable rise and fall of soaps chest. His ears were trained on the light snores that would erupt from his bedmate and his eyes were trained on his face, his mouth.

#cod mw ghost #ghost cod #cod mw2 #soapghost #soap mw2 #ghost mw2 #macriley #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley

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sonicblueartist · 2 years ago

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【LET'S DANCE, Part 3】

AO3 LINK Part 1, Part 2

Masterlist

First person point of view

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: Yes || No

Pairings: Various x F!Reader

A/n: Does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Word Count: 4811

𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍❕️

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

✎ ''Flying? With a plane?" I sighed uneasily.

"Of course, what else did you expect to fly with?" Sonic joked, chuckling slightly.

I laughed nervously, "Yeah, sorry, that... That was ridiculous of me."

Sonic and Tails got up from bed and walked to the center of the room, "Don't sweat it! You can't imagine what this kid can do! He's the best pilot and mechanic I've ever known."

Tails shyly scratched his cheek, "I'm not that good but thanks Sonic." He smiled at him. Sonic winked back. I smiled at their relationship.

I glanced at my feet and exhaled, pushing myself off of the bed. I followed the two out of the room while ignoring the aching on my body. I was questioning myself as to whether I had made a good choice.

As I passed through the corridor, I realized it didn't have the same aura I felt before. It's brighter and more spacious. Now it felt soothing and serene. More home-like...

My body relaxes a little bit at the sight.

That's not the only thing I noticed, however, there were a lot of frames hanging on the walls, each having different places and people in it. Most of them had Tails and Sonic. Some had just landscapes and some were filled with many different faces that I couldn't recognize.

Sonic stopped next to me, gazing at the photos. He looks nostalgic with a small smile on his face. He put his hands on his hips and sighed, somewhat proud.

I whisper to myself, "God, How many places have you traveled to? I wish I was more like you." I chuckled, "I don't really like leaving the house. I am not a social butterfly. Exploring isn't my thing either." I confessed.

Sonic laughed, "It's something I'm used to. I always like to run around. I never once thought to sit for a sec. How could I? It makes me feel so free, so alive. I'm always open to exploring new places. If there is left any." He chuckled, "And the adventures they bring... every one of them is priceless." Sonic put a hand on my shoulder and give me a small squeeze.

I laughed, "Your friends are in real trouble then." I joked.

He grinned widely, "Ohh you bet, A massive trouble it is, you wouldn't even guess." He put his thumbs on his chest, "Your friend here is a real danger magnet!" Oh, so he had a goofy side. I can get used to this.

I gasped and jokingly shove his arm, "Don't try to involve me in such adventures. I would rather sit at home and do nothing instead of playing russian roulette with you."

He grimaced, "You're old. You should try to go out a little and see some faces. Even at the worst moment, you can find a side to have fun with." He made his voice sound like an author being a mentor.

I couldn't help but start laughing, "W-what?" I wheezed out, "I'm old?''

He snickered, "Yes, very old. Imma calls ya Granny."

I shove his body, ''Oh, Shut up. You are old." I couldn't stop my laughing fit now.

"Oh, yeah?" He starts to laugh as well.

You hold your chest, "Y-yeah! The one type who always travels around and looks after their grandkids!"

He grasp his chest, "I think I'm going to have a heart attack now." he whined dramatically.

Tails intervened chuckling, "Guys, I thought we are going to my workshop."

I was puzzled, "You have a workshop?"

"Yeah, of course, he has a workshop. He's a little genius with double fluffy tails, wearing a white coat working on weird tubes like a mad scientist!... Just joking, he always spends his time helping others fix their things or helping us win against Eggman with his incredible inventions. His heart is as big as his IQ." he quickly change his dramatic sentence when he saw the face Tails made.

Sonic choked, "Too much?"

Tails uncrossed his arms, "Too much."

I try to hold my laugh.

I try to be genuine, "Wow, that's really... big Tails." I didn't want to somehow offend him... again?

He smiled and shook his head, "I am just doing what I can."

We walk into the living room, Vanilla was standing in the middle looking straight at Sonic's eyes, she seems on the edge, "She can't go yet. She still needs some rest." she sounded troubled. Her arms crossed on her chest.

Cream and Cheese were sitting on a sofa playing with some cards. They look up when their mother spoke sternly.

Tails try to reason with her, "I know the risks but I already made sure she is fine, I showed you the checkups, and she doesn't seem to have any physical damage. She will be fine with us. We promise nothing will going to happen to her. Besides, you know we won't take her out if this isn't urgent." He pleads.

Sonic interrupted, "We'll make sure of it. She is not going to leave my sight I promise." he walk in with a reassuring smile.

Vanilla thought for a few seconds and sighed, "Okay, fine. She can go."

Sonic and Tails grin at each other with victory.

"But she is going to move to my house for a week after your little adventure. I want to make sure she is well-rested. You better come back with her safe and sound. Understood?"

I feel touched by her kindness but...

Why can't I make my own choices? Besides, aren't we agreed to find my home after this all ends? I thought I would finally see my family after whichever door I am key to they want opens... or broken?

On the other hand... Maybe I wouldn't mind staying a little bit more with them. I never experienced this much weird stuff in one day. Maybe this isn't so bad after all.

Cream lit up, "Yes! We can make carrot or chocolate cake together!" her chao agree with her. I smile at her sweetness.

Sonic and Tails look disappointed for a second but cover it with a smile. They nodded in agreement without any more words. I continue to think about my life choices.

"I'm going back to my house now. I will be waiting for her. I trust you two and Knuckles to keep her safe. Good luck. Come on Cream, Cheese." They drop the cards and slide down on the sofa to walk toward their waiting mother.

Cream waved at us and we waved back.

"Don't worry we will," Sonic reassured.

Vanilla smiled at them. She glanced back at me and I quickly smiled.

Before she leave with her daughter and their chao, she walks up to me and gently hold my shoulders, "If you don't feel well tell Tails immediately, don't shy away, he will bring you straight to me, Alright? I want you to be comfortable and healthy." she spoke kindly. Tails confirmed with a thumbs up and a warm smile.

I was speechless. I was only able to nod. Her smile grows and she leaves with her daughter.

Cream waves at us before they get out of the door and start walking away. I wave back with a small smile.

After waving at Cream, Tails didn't close the door and he turned towards us, "I am going to my workshop. I need to check on the Tornado to see if it needs any more repairs. After I do my final checks, we can go."

Sonic followed Tails outside, "You do your thing bro. Our little guest can come with you too. I'm going on a run to kill some time until then." I nodded following Tails.

I look back towards his home. Neither Sonic nor Vanilla is in sight. If that is, Sonic must be a really fast runner. I chuckled to myself.

I also notice Tails' house is the shape of his head, "Wow, nice... design?"

"You mean the exterior of my house?"

"Yeah," I spoke still looking back towards his house, examining.

"Thanks! You can say I kind of get it from someone..."

We turn another direction, I was no longer able to see his home.

I look back at him, and he looked kinda apathetic, "You mean like... you took it from your father kind of get it like genes or are you inspired by someone?" I spoke uneasily.

He looks around, "...I... no. Uh, the inspiration part." He seems to don't know what else to say.

I quickly change the topic, feeling guilty that I made him upset again, "Well, you do have a nice, cozy home. I like what you did. The colors suit the house... I mean it's you after all. You made it really good? I don't have any clue how but-- Uh... Sorry. I am not good with compliments." I stop myself from babbling. I am screwing this up. Why am I always saying nonsense beyond my fragile heart's understanding.

He smiled, "It's fine. You don't need to say anything." Yeah, I should shut up.

Our walk was quiet after that. A little bit awkward because of me...

A few hours ago I was running away from them. Now I am thinking how bad am as a person for opening sensitive topics without noticing. How stupid. We just met and I feel like I've already interfered with his whole life. It must have been very uncomfortable for him.

I take a sharp breath, I need to apologize.

"I'm sorry." We both look at each other stunned.

I chuckled nervously, "It's not your fault Tails. I was the one who couldn't stop my big mouth. It kinda stuck you know. I didn't mean to upset you. I- I am sorry." I huffed and shut up. I didn't know why I see the need to talk a lot. Whatever I do, I always have a lot on my mind especially when I am stressed. I just talk a lot to shut off my thinking and blank my mind.

When I think of them the most my head just starts to swarm with questions and worries. The one bothers me a lot is that, If I live on Earth all my life how did I never notice their existence? How have I never run across anything about them?

"You space out a lot too, huh?"

I blinked and look back at him, figuring he said something. I smile sheepishly, "Sorry. Can you repeat?"

He smiled, "I said, It's fine. I sometimes babble a lot too. Mostly when it's the things I like to do. What I mean is, it's okay, don't stop questioning. Please don't ever feel bad about yourself. I think it's a good feature. To think a lot. You just need to see the good it gives you. And I am not upset. I understand you are curious. I can see you don't have any clue about us or our species. That's odd because it should be impossible if you live all your life here." He thought out loud. You smiled relieved.

He glanced at you and mumbled to himself, "Especially that you felt major pains but I still couldn't find anything wrong with your body."

He looks down, "I should keep an eye on this." He whispered, suspicious.

We come to a stop in front of a building. It was as big as his house maybe a little bigger. And it was painted yellow and red too.

Tails open the door and smiled, "Don't tell anyone, but..." he lean towards you, whispering in a childish manner, "This is not exactly my workshop. I have a lot of workshops in separate places. It was for safety reasons. Anyway, come on in!"

He gives me some space to enter. I walk in with a smile, and he closes the door behind me. The lights were already open. It wasn't very spacious because of all the tools and mechanical things around. His Inventions, I remind myself.

There is also a red biplane in the middle. A red shiny biplane!

I turned to him pointing towards the plane, "You have a biplane." It was supposed to be a question but it came out as a shocking sentence, I was too stunned to speak properly. He owns a plane? He can fly? In this age? Does he know how to use it? Does he know how to repair it?! He owns a plane! My mind just couldn't grasp the situation and stopped working for a second from all this new information in a day.

I never saw a plane this close and somewhere like this before! I only saw passenger planes from afar at the airport!

Tails couldn't help but laugh at your expression, "Yep." He popped the 'p'.

I slowly walked around the plane in awe.

"You own a red plane." My mind was just blown I guess I am repeating things.

He laughed, "Yes, I have a red biplane. Are you like the color I did so much? Or are you simply couldn't believe I have a plane?" He joked.

I turn to him, "Please don't tell me you made this thing without a scratch. It is supposed to be illegal to own a plane at your age! I don't even know if it's illegal to own a plane in general!!" I shouted in shock.

He hummed in agreement while opening its lid, "No big deal, really. I already recognize it's every piece like a puzzle now. It always broke down during our adventures and I need to repair it again. And no I didn't make it Sonic gave me. He never told me why he had a plane in the first place." he spoke monotonously.

"So you did make it?" I need to stop repeating him...

"Uh... no. I only repair and modify it sometimes. It's Sonic's. He gives it to me..." He simply answered you again. He doesn't seem to bother about why are you acting weird.

"What kind of adventures make you see the need to repair it so much? That you literally memorize it's... everything." Now I am just going to look stupid in his eyes.

He walks towards his work table, picks up some tools, and started to sort out, "Armed robots, flying ships, some gems that can give powerful energy to anything, so you can think what would happen if they are in the hands of bad people. Also, they blow out my plane in so many ways I lost count..."

He start to work on the plane's engine, "This kind of adventure you need to face to blast almost all my inventions." he suck a breath, "And my friends..." he sighed.

"Oh..." I can't open my mouth after that. I bite my tongue and looked down. I wanted to ask so many questions. It's the best I shouldn't though. After seeing how bad I am making it...

What were they dealing with all this time? Is it as bad as it sounds? What's up with the gems? Who are we dealing with? Why does everything hurt? Why do I have no idea about Sonic or others? Where is exactly my home? Where is here? What's up with me being a key? What's a key? What's the door? Do anyone else is after it too? Who is Knuckles? How did they figure it out? How will this work in the end? Will there be a happy ending in the end? Is my life will be always like this? Running to save something while I am always confused? Are we gonna found a door and destroy it or open it? Where are we going? What are we gonna find? Who am I gonna met next? Can I be able to go back home? How can he know so much? Is he have a biplane?! What about Sonic, Cream, and Vanilla? I heard another voice back when I was alone in the guest room, who was he? Is he the Knuckles guy? Am I in danger? Am I doing the right thing? Should I back up since I got the chance? Am I able to see my family again? What if I die in the end fighting with a killing machine? Do I really want this? I have no real reason to do so... I was scared to die but still...something pushing me to continue...

A deep sigh ends my internal criticism. I looked up, Tails seems really upset.

"I..." he scratched his head. "I am really sorry. I didn't mean to sound so sour. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable..." he looked down, pondering.

I was going to say it's fine but he beat me to it, "How about I teach you some things? Is that okay for you?" he smiled apologetically.

I grinned, "I would like that. Please teach me. Anything is fine, really! I am pretty sure whatever gonna come from you will be useful for me in the future." I giggled excitedly with a big smile.

I run next to him. He smiled happily. He never got a chance to teach someone before. Seeing you so eager to learn makes him more excited to teach.

"It works similarly with cars. Actually, every mechanic parts use the anatomy of our bodies. Have you ever opened a hood of a car to look at the engine part?" he questioned with a smile.

I think for a few seconds, "No. I never open one myself. I only watch a few times in the back seat when dad or an auto repair man check in the car. But that doesn't help hmmm... Oh, but I did see it in the Car's Movie."

Tails raise a brow, speechless, "Okaay... At least you watch something about cars?" He spoke didn't quite catch what you are talking about.

He continues to lie on his back while he gazes at the big blue sky donated with white clouds with half-lidded optics.

He made a sound of a yawn. He wasn't tired in fact he was fully charged. He was just bored out of his circuits. He slowly sits up on the soft surface of the grass, leaning on his cannon arm.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have anything to do today except observing. Like his counterpart, he doesn't like to sit still but today was an exception. It needs to be. It's his mission. He was waiting for someone...

He crossed his legs and continue to count down the minutes. He starts to tap a digit on his leg out of boredom, creating soft metallic noises.

Hearing a faint hum, his emerald green optics turned towards the sky, spotting the flying blue dot.

His smirk widens at the sight of his brother's blue metal figure, "Finally some action." His optics switch to crimson red.

When Sonic walked in I try to wave at him but with a squeal of fright, the plane's oil start to splash on my face. Tails gasped and helped me to stop the leaking.

"Is everything alright there?" his voice sounded amused. I glare at him from the side.

Tails cleaned his hands on a cloth, "Everything seems in place. I only need to fill its depo then we can take off. It won't take long."

"Alright, you do your thing. And you come with me we are cleaning your face."

I sarcastically spoke, "I am fine like this. Thank you." I refuse his offer stubbornly.

"Yes. Thanks to me you will be fine. Trust me you don't wanna stay like that all day."

Tails snickered and lean on your side, whispering, "It will stink, beside you should go with Sonic to clean up while I full the Tornado."

I huffed, before walking away with Sonic I turned to Tails liting up like a torch, "Wait, that reminds me. Why did you call your plane Tornado?" You ask while walking toward the door next to Sonic.

Tails grinned, "I'll tell you the story when you are back." He waves at you. You try to look at him from the doorway but Sonic continues to drag you out of the workshop.

"I swear you two are like twins of some kind," Sonic grumbled.

You snickered at this, "I'm discovering new things I like. What's up with that? Wasn't you the one to say to see a few people's faces?"

He hummed, "You are right. If you learn to not stain yourself maybe I introduce you to Amy. You two would get along well."

"You should!" I chirped happily, "I would like to meet all your friends!"

Sonic chuckled nervously, "I was afraid of you saying that, but in the end, you will eventually meet all of them, I have a feeling you will."

He quickly changes the topic, "You sound really happy. Did you have fun with Tails and his interesting love for mechanics?" He raises a playful brow.

I grinned, "Yep. He's a good teacher. I hope I am a good learner also. I am sure his advice will be very useful to me... someday."

We walk into Tails' home and Sonic leads me into a bathroom. I notice he was still holding my hand, "Can you...?"

He quickly take his hand away and smiled nervously, "You can use whatever you want here. I'll be outside waiting for you."

I thumb up and he nodded, leaving.

I figure I should take a bath instead of cleaning myself with a cloth. So as quick as I can be I start to undress and take a quick shower.

Tails smile to himself and climb into the cockpit. Sonic already sitting at one of the wings. Why is go beyond my caring. If he won't fall then it's okey with me.

I stand there with my new fresh clothes probably coming out of Sonic's unused wardrobe. -He said that not me-

A sky blue hoodie with brown jeans.

I take a deep breath and walk towards the plane.

"Uh..." I stop, staring, don't know how to climb even though I watch them do it.

"Do you need a hand there?" Sonic asked uneasily, maybe a little amused too.

I shook my head stubbornly and reach out towards the cockpit, pulling my arms with a groan, I push my feet in and threw myself inside. I quickly get up and sit correctly.

I noticed the two quickly turn their heads away. They've been staring...

I quickly look down at my hands, embarrassed. I never get on a plane before! They made it look so easy. They are probably using it a lot, so it's easy for them... I had my reasons to not get in one...

Sonic coughed, "Alright, let's go!"

Tails didn't answer and jump of off the plane and run towards a table.

Sonic raises a brow, "What happend?"

Tails pick up an earphone and an mp3 player.

I look back towards Sonic, who shrugged.

He turn towards us and climbed into the plane.

He put them over your lap, "Here, it can help." he smiled.

I laughed awkwardly, "Uh... Thanks."

"Don't worry no one used them before. They are new. You can listen to whatever you want. They are yours now."

Before I can protest he turns back and starts the engine without new interceptions.

He presses a button on the plane and the garage's big doors open.

I bite my lip when the plane slowly speeds ups. Sonic grins excitedly from where he sits.

I sighed and put the earphones in. I look through the options in the mp3 player and choose one of the songs I saw as interesting.

Between the sound of the engine and the music, I heard Sonic's faint shouting excitedly. I looked up to see he was holding his hands up around the clouds. I couldn't help but smile at him.

The clouds, oh they look so much more beautiful up close. Like white cotton candy.

I sit up a little to see how the view looks. I clean my hoodie and swallow down. We are pretty high up. That was quick. I regret looking down but... the view was so beautiful...

We are pretty smoothly flying. So I can bear with this for now. I turn towards Sonic and Tails. Maybe I can trust them... They are fun, friendly, and reliable to be around...

Even if the 'adventure' we are about to face scares me, I believe I can trust them on this.

I turn back to watch the view. It was mostly single-story houses, farmhouses, fields, and plots, around in a big forest.

I turn back towards Tails, yelling a little bit because of the engine and the music, "Hey, hopefully, I am not so pushy for asking so many questions, but can you explain what are we gonna do when we arrive? I mean what do you two mean by I am some kind of a key?" I need to at least know what we are going to do.

Tails glanced back for a second, he looked towards Sonic, who is watching the horizon, "Well, Knuckles will be the best to explain it. We only look for the gate he was talking about, he saw it in his... vision. We find it, so it exists, unfortunately. But it needs a special key to open it. There is no other way in, believe me, we try everything. You can say it's kinda magical. Oh, and we are not the only ones searching for the gate. So be ready. It won't be going to be nice. That's all I can say. You need to wait a little longer for better information."

"How do you know I was the key? And you sound like talking about an object but you see I am not an object!"

"It was Knuckles who figure it out when we find you! He said it's your necklace!"

I pause and looked down at my gold chain, violet-colored crystal. I hold it in my palm, freaking out. I always thought it was fake... maybe it isn't.

I got it from a normal store of accessories for god's sake.

Sonic pipped in, "Don't worry! When I am here nothing bad will happen."

I saw Tails mutter something but couldn't make out what he said.

I huffed, "How much longer do I need to wait?"

I saw him trying to hold his smile, "Half an hour."

I groaned loudly and lean on the seat.

That's long!

You sighed looking towards the horizon. You were getting more curious about this Knuckles guy.

Knuckles grumbled under his breath, "Where are they? This shouldn't have been taking this long."

He tapped his fingers over his arm. He leans over the stone stairs he is sitting at.

"If we're late for this, Eggman will find a way to open the gate. I can't even think of a worse scenario than this. If it wouldn't for Sonic's recklessness, we would be already sealed the gate a long time ago..."

"Are you talking to yourself again, Knucklehead?"

He closes his eyes and grits his teeth, "You are calling me that too?"

The bat landed at the end of the stone stairs, with a teasing tone, "Sorry, you want me to call you handsome instead?" She put a hand on her waist.

He sighed getting up from where he sat, "Did you talk with Shadow as we speak?" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"I sure did." She becomes serious, "We'll be ready if anything goes wrong with the door or that girl. I already start looking for another similar crystal in case hers won't work."

"It won't be necessary I know the girl has the right crystal." He closes his eyes to recall, "I believe in my instincts."

Rouge smiled, "I know, I never hesitate to trust your instincts for a second, hon."

"Sure, you didn't." He was unimpressed.

Rouge, "But seriously. We need to talk about something."

He opens his eyes, "What?"

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

I am so sorry it takes so long for me to publish this. I wasn't sure about it for a long time.

Besides an idea or desire to write isn't coming all the time so it takes time... At least for me.

[A funny scenario from the episode that I decided to add here]

Tails: Why did you have brown jeans? You don't even like wearing pants.

Sonic, sweat dropped: It's-It wasn't mine. It's Amy's.

Tails: ...Why do you have Amy's jeans?

Sonic, notice how bad it sounded: I don't-- She just-- She probably forget it in the house!

Tails: Why didn't you give it back since?

Sonic: What do you want me to say!? I forget, okay? It got useful anyway! Look, she is wearing it! She looks happy! End of the case!

Tails: Sure...

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic characters #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic and tails #i miss my wife tails #knuckles the echidna #knuckles chaotix #sonic and knuckles #sonic x reader #allenwrites

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thestalwartheart · 3 years ago

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Omg, those physical intimacy prompts are all so so good!! How am I supposed to choose one for you to write *insert actual display pic*

So imma be greedy and ask for 1) nose bops and 2) hugs that last longer than they should xD

Thankies and Happy Fest :D

Hello!

Here's your prompt fill for 'hugs that last longer than they should.' I tried to fit nose boops in here, but it seemed Too Much, and I also have a different idea for it.

Posted under the cut and on AO3. You might prefer reading it there as it's quite long (1326 words - I couldn't help myself).

Anyway, here it is! Enjoy 💖

put your arms around me (i'm shitfaced).

“Oh, I’m absolutely trolleyed,” groans Q, holding his head as he approaches his front door. Maybe if he keeps it steady enough, his brain with all its stupid thoughts will stay in his head, and he won’t say anything embarrassing.

Why did Bond have to be the one to get him home? As if the ramifications of drinking tequila with Moneypenny weren’t going to be torturous enough. He’s over thirty. His hangovers last two days. In fact, realistically, this one’s likely to last three. Doesn’t that seem like enough punishment without throwing James bloody Bond into the mix?

“I’d noticed,” says Bond conspiratorially.

He’s got his arm around Q’s waist now. It’s the size of a fucking tree branch. Ridiculous. How did they even get like that? He’s never once seen Bond use the gym, and surely it takes, what? About six hours a day lifting weights and doing that thing where you make the ropes move until they’re all squiggly—

“Battle ropes,” answers Bond, moving Q through the door like he weighs nothing. “Would you believe me if I said the job is exercise enough?”

“Absolutely not, don’t bullshit — oh, shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit. Did I say all that out loud?”

“Some of it. Did you not mean to?” Bond asks, looking far too amused. Q would be annoyed at it, but he really has got a very nice smile. The smile gets wider as soon as Q thinks it, and, oh, he’s going to stop thinking now, lest he say anything else that’ll have him handing in his resignation on Monday.

“Christ,” Bond laughs, “that last mission would have gone a lot easier if the target was this much of a lightweight.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Bond snorts. He deposits Q on the couch and disappears to the kitchen. “Not so witty when you’re blasted, are you?”

“You try being witty after six tequila shots.”

“Three at the most, surely,” Bond teases, handing Q a glass of water. “Though, to be fair, you were probably seeing double by then.”

Q gulps half the water in one go.

“You got there late, too,” he says around a silent hiccup. “You didn’t see the amount of drink Eve foisted on me before the shots.”

“Poured it down your throat, did she? Gave you absolutely no chance to refuse them?”

Q flaps out an annoyed hand in Bond’s direction. God, he hates when people make sensible arguments when he’s drunk. He hates it even more when they’ve got a stupid little smirk and sparkly blue eyes and a very nice shirt that’s got not one but two top buttons undone—

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“Um, what?”

Bond rolls his eyes. “I want to make sure you don’t give yourself a concussion trying to get to bed.”

“Oh,” Q’s face is aflame. He hopes the alcohol making up half his bloodstream is a good enough excuse for it. “Upstairs.”

“All right. Finish your water, and I’ll help you up.”

“I don’t need help—” Q stumbles as he gets up from the couch. One of his traitorous little cats is right at his feet. "Oh, you twat!"

“Clearly. Come on.” Bond’s arm is back on Q’s waist as he guides him towards the staircase.

“I didn't mean that Marvin. You're not a twat, you're a darling.”

“Of course your cat’s named Marvin.”

“It’s ‘cause he’s paranoid,” mumbles Q, distracted by trying to make his feet work on the stairs.

Goodness, he really should give his cats more credit. They do this with four legs every day, bounding up and down like it’s nothing when it’s clearly extremely difficult. And toddlers! How on earth do they manage with their ungainly, chubby little legs? Oh, he really must call in and see the old 004 sometime. He can’t believe she’s got a baby now. Every agent should be able to retire and have babies. Or not, if that’s not what they want. Babies or fur babies, or furless babies. Whatever, they should all be able to retire and drink a million shots of tequila with Moneypenny and die because that’s what’s going to happen to Q if these stairs don’t ever come to a fucking end.

“God, you’re nothing but dead weight,” grunts Bond as they topple over the last. Q apologises, straightening up. The last of the journey to the bedroom is uneventful, and Bond looks around approvingly at Q’s decor before trying to manoeuvre him into his bed. They are right at the edge of it when Q feels an overwhelming urge to do something stupid.

“Wait, Bond.”

“What?” Bond’s still got his hand at Q’s waist.

Q shouldn’t, but Bond’s been so lovely and patient, and Q knows he won’t blab to anyone about this, except maybe Moneypenny, but he’ll likely be blabbing to her himself, so...

Q hugs him.

Bond’s arms settle around his back, warm and heavy. They squeeze with just the right amount of tightness to make Q sigh. Naturally, Bond is an excellent hugger. It’s unfair. People as good-looking and intelligent as him should at least have the decency to be bad at something. But no, he feels delightful pressed up against Q. And it's been a while since Q’s had a hug like this — a full-body affair that makes you want to weep with the comfort of it.

One of Bond’s hands plays with the curls at the nape of Q’s neck, and at some point, Q thinks — though he might already be dreaming — he feels Bond press a light kiss to the side of his neck.

He lost all sense of time about hours ago, so he can’t say how long they stay like that. All he knows is that he doesn’t want it to end, which is foolish. So foolish, because all things end, especially when James Bond is involved.

“Q,” Bond’s soft, deep voice in his ear brings him back to alertness.

“Hm? Sorry.”

“Don’t be. But I think you’re falling asleep.”

“Am I? Ah. That’s embarrassing.”

“More for me, I’d say.” He manhandles Q into bed with a soft smile. “I’ll do a better job of keeping you awake next time.”

“Presumptuous,” says Q. Or he thinks he says it. It’s probably little more than a useless set of consonants.

Bond laughs, pulling the blanket over him and patting Q’s hip like it’s all a job well done. “Goodnight, Q.”

“‘Night, James.”

In the morning, he wakes with more pressure in his head than the Marianas Trench. Of course, there’s also the embarrassment stinging at him like a physical thing. It’s too monumental to deal with, so he spends ten minutes cringing under his pillow before finally convincing himself to sit up. When he does, he finds a bottle of water on his bedside table, accompanied by a brand new packet of ibuprofen and a note with absolutely terrible handwriting. With his headache pounding at his brow, it takes Q whole, seemingly endless, minutes to decipher it.

Nipped out to get breakfast. Bringing back a full English, so I hope you’re not vegan. J.

Q laughs. It makes his whole brain hurt, but he doesn’t give a shit; he laughs until he snorts. Relieved beyond belief, he downs some ibuprofen and guzzles the entire bottle of water before he goes to have a shower. The water doesn’t even make a dent in his dehydration levels, which feels like the cruellest hit this morning has dealt him. Still, he feels he can deal better with it now that the crippling mortification has lessened a bit.

In truth, none of his usual hangover cures work quite so well as the knowledge that Bond is likely downstairs flipping bacon and sausages in Q’s tiny, cluttered kitchen. It’s an image Q can’t wait to see in reality, and he speeds through his shower to ensure he doesn’t miss it.

He wonders if he’ll get another hug. Maybe. Hopefully.

Last night’s didn’t feel long enough.

#00q #00q fic #my fic #007 fest #007 fest 2022 #teamcivilian

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shapeshiftinterest · 2 years ago

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Polyamory Click: sun x moon x monty, fazcule

based on THIS post and a little on THIS post

hybrid!au: sun and moon are humans, the glamrocks are animal hybrids

sun, moon, and monty are the newest employees and have worked at the plex for at least a few months

monty gets on board with polyamory and dating sun and moon so he tells his bandmates

he’s a lil confused but he’s got the spirit

story under the read more

Polyamory Click (also on ao3)

“I UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING!!!” Monty yelled, slamming the breakroom door open.

His outburst made Chica squawk, dropping her lunch. “MY FRIES!!” She wailed, dropping to the floor and trying to gather them all up. Roxy’s arm jerked at the commotion, ruining her latest attempt to paint Freddy’s claws.

“Damn it, Monty, look what you made me do,” Roxy said, cleaning Freddy’s claws with a wet wipe. “Chica don’t eat those.”

Chica spat out the floor fries and reached for-

“And don’t you dare put any in your purse.”

“But Roxy-!”

“No, get Monty to buy you replacement fries.”

Chica pouted, tossing the fries into the trash and sitting by her girlfriend.

"Guys! Focus on me!”

“What did you understand, Monty?” Freddy asked, in an awkward attempt to smooth things over.

“The polyarmory!”

His bandmates blinked. “You mean polyamory?” Chica said, looking up as Monty paced the room. It’s a good thing they were sitting in a more open section or his tail would have knocked everything over from how hard it was wagging.

He snapped his fingers, the polish already chipping on his own claws. Roxy would probably corner him once she was done with Freddy’s. “Yea, that!”

“Didn’t really get why y’all were into it but I totally get it now! Like,” Monty started waving his arms around and gesturing. “That polymammory-”

“Polyamory.”

“-Polyamory shit really clicked into place when I was on my movie date with Sun 'n Moon yesterday, and they let me eat from both a’ their popcorns buckets with impurity.”

“Impunity, Monty.” Freddy said, blowing on on the nail polish while Roxy capped the bottles.

“At least he’s trying the word a day calendar?” Chica shrugged, happy Monty was using her birthday present. The words were a little jumbled but he was getting closer to using the right ones more often.

“‘Course Imma use it, girl. You got it for me.”

“Aaaawwww.”

“That is... not exactly, what polyamory is about. But we’re all very happy for you, Monty,” Freddy said, realizing that he probably should have eaten his burger before Roxy painted his nails. His ears drooped a little when his stomach growled.

Seeing his dilemma, Roxy unwrapped the top of the Double Deluxe Fazburger’s paper and held it up for him so he could take a bite. “Ah, thank you, Roxy.”

“No prob. ‘N yeah,” She turned to face Monty, one hand holding the burger, the other hovering under it so the crumbs and sauce wouldn’t get on their outfits. “Glad t’see you finally on board the Fazcule train lmao.”

“I wasn’t not on it,” Monty grumbled, snagging a chip from Freddy’s tray seeing as how Roxy’s was finished and he still owed Chica some fries. “Just didn’t know it was a thing I could do is all.”

“Sooooo, did you do anything else besides eat from both of their popcorn buckets?” Chica sing songed, leaning into the bassist’s space.

“What? No!”

“C’mooooon, you can tell us~ You held hands didn’t you. Didja get twice the goodnight kisses?” Chica smirked, chasing after Monty as he leapt out of his seat and tried to run from her interrogation. “Montyyyy, tell meeeee!”

“No!”

Roxy and Freddy laughed as the other Glams raced around the table and Freddy choked on his sandwhich a little from laughing too hard.

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inmyimperfectmind · 2 years ago

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Sweet Dreams

You can also read it on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44172883

Atsumu pulled Rin towards their room after the evening chores were complete.

“The kids are fast asleep,” whispered Atsumu, before kissing him deeply.

“Atsumu, we just put them to bed and we shouldn’t – ”

“We should!” he said, closing the door behind him and locking it. “They ain't gonna wake up soon. And I'll be quick!”

“That's supposed to turn me on?” Rin teased, as Atsumu pushed him onto the bed.

He pouted but Rin put his hands behind his head and said, “Let's see how fast you can work.”

Never one to back down from a challenge, Atsumu stripped him and swallowed him whole in less than 2 minutes. Rin groaned into his forearm but 5 minutes later, the doorknob started to jiggle. They both turned to the door, eyes widened.

“Daddy! Papa!” yelled Kosuke through the door as he started knocking continuously. “Can you hear me? The door is broken and won't open!”

Both sighed heavily. “Give us a minute to fix the door,” said Rin as Atsumu pulled off with a pop.

As Rin put his clothes back on, Kosuke started knocking again. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“We're fine, kiddo,” said Atsumu, shaking his head but smiling.

“Ready,” whispered Rin loudly, adjusting himself.

He opened the door and found their son looking worried.

“What happened, little man?” asked Atsumu, kneeling down to his height.

“I thought monsters got you,” said Kosuke, his green eyes filled with tears. Atsumu pulled him into a hug.

“We're fine,” he said, patting his back. He leaned back to brush the dark brown hair out of his son's eyes. “No monsters here.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, looking suspiciously around their room.

“Promise,” said Atsumu, picking him up. He started walking towards his room.

“Wait for Papa, Daddy!” said Kosuke, worriedly.

“Yeah, Daddy, wait for me to come,” said Rin, smirking. Atsumu bit his lip.

“Can I have ice cream?” asked Kosuke, holding Atsumu’s face.

“No ice cream,” said Rin, shaking his head at the three-year-old, knowing that Atsumu had a hard time saying no to the little boy. “It's too late for sugar.”

“Daddy, please?” he asked Atsumu, with an exaggerated pout.

He nearly caved with the pout, but he remained strong. “Papa's right, it's too late fer ice cream,” he said. “We can have a glass of milk.”

Still pouting, he huffed loudly as he laid his head on his father's shoulder and said, “Fine.”

“Hey, don't be like that,” said Atsumu, kissing the top of his head. “Ya know yer not supposed to have sugar before bed.”

“I'll get your glass of milk,” said Rin, poking his son's nose.

“Get me a glass too...Papa,” said Atsumu, wiggling his eyebrows.

Rin gave his husband a scathing look before walking towards the kitchen.

He poured 3 glasses of milk - one small, two tall - and walked back to Kosuke's room, where he found the little boy sharing a bedtime story as Atsumu got him under the covers.

“...but the monster tried to breath fire on them but then the middle blocker-”

“The middle blocker?” asked Rin, handing each of his boys a glass.

“Yeah, Papa, the middle blocker! He put his arms up and stopped the fire from burning them with his sleeve power. And then the setter-”

“There's a setter, too?” asked Rin.

He sighed dramatically. “Papa, of course there's a setter.”

“Obviously, Rin,” said Atsumu, grinning.

“Anyways, the setter pretended to be its friend and set a ball but he did a setter dump instead and the monster was so mad, his hair exploded! Then the hero came and spiked a million volleyballs at the monster's head and everything else ‘sploded and he saved the kingdom. The end.”

“That was a cool story!” said Atsumu.

“Yes, it was,” the little boy said nodding. Holding up his cup up, he said, “Kampai!”

“Kampai!” they both said, clinking his cup.

After finishing their milk, a trip to the toilet, and another story, Kosuke yawned deeply.

“Sweet dreams, baby,” said Atsumu, giving Kosuke a kiss on his forehead.

“Imma big boy,” he said sleepily.

Tucking him in and giving him a kiss, Rin said, “Good night, our big boy.”

“If the monster comes, I'll save you,” he said, as the little boy struggled to stay awake.

“Dontcha worry,” said Atsumu. “I ain't lettin’ any monsters come near ya, or yer sister or Papa. I’ll always keep y'all safe, I promise.”

“Okay,” he replied, before falling asleep.

Atsumu brushed his hair back before turning around to find Rin giving him the softest look.

“What's with the look?” he asked.

“Nothing,” said Rin, shaking his head, but the fond look remained.

He took one last look before closing the door, hearing the light snores. He then took a quick peek into Himari’s room, where she was fast asleep, hugging her stuffed Fox tightly. He leaned on the door frame and he looked at her affectionately.

“Our kids are amazing,” said Atsumu.

“Was there ever a doubt?” asked Rin, his chin on his shoulder.

“'Course not. They're our kids. No way they wouldn't be perfect.”

“I know they are, but we shouldn't let it get to their heads,” said Rin. “Plus, we don't want the twins to get jealous.”

“True,” he said nodding. “Not ta say my niece and nephew ain't great, cuz they're amazin’ in their own ways. I mean, they are related ta me, Miwa-nee and Haji-nii.”

He shut her door softly and turned around. Glancing down, he licked his lips and rubbed Rin’s waist suggestively.

“Rude,” said Rin, rolling his eyes but he moved in closer. “My eyes are my best feature, you know.”

“I do,” he said, giving him a light kiss.

Rin pulled away and strutted back to their room. Standing in the doorway, he pulled his shirt off. “I want it slow.”

“Damn, my husband's sexy,” said Atsumu, licking his lip.

“Mine's okay,” he said winking, looking over his bare shoulder and slowly pulling down his waistband, giving a glimpse of a tattoo on his hip.

Seeing his name permanently etched on his husband’s body, his heart started fluttering, even though he had seen it countless times since Rin had gotten it on their first wedding anniversary. He bent down and placed a chaste kiss on his hip. Rin pulled him close and kissed him. “Come on,” he whispered. “I'll make your dreams come true.”

"Ya already did," he whispered back, kissing each cheek and nose as Rin's face turned pink.

"You're such a sappy asshole," he said.

Atsumu chuckled, happy to know he could still make him blush. Rin pushed him away lightly before making his way to bed. Atsumu took a deep breath, thinking to himself how lucky he was.

#atsusuna #sunaatsu #my favorite boys #family fic #part of my Haikyuu AU #which is why it has been sitting in my WIPs for so long #and why i'm nervous to share #but i love it anyway #Miya Atsumu #Suna Rintarou #and introducing their son Kosuke #my fanfic writing

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imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend · 3 years ago

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I’ll Take Care of You, Chapter 3: The Bar

HI! I was so afk;sdlj to hear from you lovelies on my last chapter... you don’t even understand:)))

I'm probably taking this in a direction y'all weren't expecting but it's what I felt like in the moment. I hope you stick around to see where this story is going :) aka more smut to come but imma make you wait ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Fic Summary: Reader works in the hospital where Billy Russo keeps his mother. They’ve caught each other’s eye. But she thinks he is the devoted son… little does she know what hides behind a handsome face and expensive suits.

Posted on my ao3 as well :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Nurse!Reader

Chapter Summary: The realization of what the reader has just done finally dons on her, and she becomes a bit overwhelmed

Warnings: swearing, am I writing how I, personally, would react??? 🤔🤔🤔

Words: 1.5k

Masterlist ~~ Chapter 2

You were exhausted. Despite the mind-blowing romp with Billy at the start of your shift, the rest of your night was a shit-show. There was a code blue and the patient didn’t make it. It wasn’t one of your own, but the loss is still always hard. You had to take on the other nurse’s patients while she dealt with the paperwork and debrief. You felt like you hadn’t sat down all night.

You had sent Billy a flirty response to his text, telling him that he better not stop thinking about you. He had sent a simple ;) but nothing else. That was okay with you. All you wanted to do was take a shower and sleep, and not think about what you had gotten yourself into.

When you got home, you stripped off your scrubs and turned on the water in your shower. You stayed under the warm spray for a few more minutes than you usually would. After you finished your shower, you looked at your body in the mirror. Little bruises from Billy’s hands bloomed on your hips, hickeys were scattered across your neck. You grinned as you traced a bruise by your jaw. You hadn’t had to deal with these suckers since college, and receiving them from a guy like Billy... well, it made your insides burn.

Before you could get too caught up in the memory, you decided it was time to go to bed. You threw on some comfy shorts and a long sleeve cotton shirt. You put on your eye mask to block the remaining light that your curtains couldn’t so you could try to catch some sleep.

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When you woke up, you checked your phone for the time. It was around 1:30pm. You also had a text. From Billy. You turned your phone face down and stretched your arms over your head, trying to contain the grin that was taking over your face. When your excited heart rate slowed, you picked your phone back up and clicked on the text notification.

12:00pm Let me buy you a drink. You free at 8:30?

You bit your lip as your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

1:34pm Thought you were going to call me?

1:40pm Didn’t want to wake a sleeping beauty. I do know how hospital shifts work, little lady

You blushed. Over a text, you blushed. Why did this man make you feel this way?

1:41pm I told you that you were a nice guy ;)

1:45pm Is that a yes to drinks, then?

1:46pm I’m free. You felt good sending that text.

1:50pm I’ll pick you up. What’s your address?

Normally, you just walked, took a taxi, or the subway. Giving him your address, was that really smart? You were chewing on your lip as you debated your next text. You’d tell him, and you’d also tell your best friend what you were doing tonight. That way if anything went wrong... You doubted that it would, though. Billy seemed like a genuinely nice person.

So, you texted him the address of your apartment building, but not the room number. That was at least a little smart. Then you texted your bestie and let her know that you were going out on a date with a guy you didn’t know well but he seemed really nice. She sent you a bunch of surprised emojis, then said she’d expect to hear from you by midnight and if she didn’t, she’d call the cops, the FBI, homeland security. You shook your head at her drama.

You went through your day with excitement burning in your chest. After finishing with your dinner, you went to your closet to find something to wear. You were so nervous. All he’d seen you in were your scrubs, and those were far from flattering. You know he already found you attractive, and you normally didn’t show yourself off, but you wanted to snaz yourself up. You hadn’t gone out with anyone since college. You picked out your nicest black jeans, a red bodysuit, and your black leather jacket.

You anticipated at least some kissing, so you didn’t bother with more than tinted lip balm. You brushed on some eyeshadow and mascara, then covered the circles under your eyes. You debated covering up the hickeys, but decided against it. You thought it would be hot if he saw his marks on you. You knew he left them for people to see. You ran your fingers through your hair as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You pulled on your black high-heeled ankle boots and grabbed your purse before you left your apartment.

You waited down in the lobby and checked your phone when it buzzed.

8:30pm The car’s out front. Black Escalade. My driver’s name is Jack. He’ll drive you to the bar

You frowned. 8:30pm You’re not with him? :(

8:31pm There was something that came up, but I’ll be waiting for you.

8:31pm Promise.

You sighed. 8:32pm Okay.

You exited your building and saw a man standing beside a black Escalade. He saw you approaching.

“Y/N?” He asked. You nodded. “I’m Jack. Mr. Russo sends his regrets, but he’ll meet you at the bar. Are you ready to go?”

You looked up and down the street before looking back at the young man. “Yes.”

Jack opened the back passenger door for you and you got in.

The drive was silent. You hated it. You felt so weird. This felt... practiced. Wrong. You frowned as you stared out the window. You suddenly became very overwhelmed. What the fuck was even happening right now? What were you doing?

When you got to the bar, you didn’t wait for Jack to open the door. You got out yourself and walked into the bar. You scanned the crowd for Billy. He was sitting at a high table against the wall across from the bar, and smiled and waved you over when he saw you.

You couldn’t seem to return his smile, but made your way over to him.

He stood up when you got to the table and reached for your hip. You let him pull you in to drop a kiss to your cheekbone. “You look absolutely stunning.” He whispered in your ear.

His voice was melting you, but you tried to hold your resolve.

He pulled your chair out for you and you sat down. Well, you’d put it as plunked. You plunked down, and crossed your arms over your chest.

He raised an eyebrow at you as he took his seat opposite you. “What’s the matter?”

Your eyes scanned his before you spoke. You couldn’t hold your tongue. “How many girls have you sent cars for?”

He looked stunned. “Excuse me?”

“How many times have you sent a car to fetch someone for you?” You asked coldly.

His eyes narrowed. “I don’t really think that concerns you.” His voice was dark.

“Doesn’t it? That felt so weird, Billy. Sitting in the back of that car, going to some undisclosed location.” Your voice betrayed you, sounding more hurt than you intended.

His face softened. “I wanted to keep the bar a surprise, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I can see why.” It was probably the fanciest bar you’d ever been in. Your arms tightened across your chest. “I just feel wrong.”

Billy’s eyes searched your face, observed your body language. “What happened to the fiery little lady from last night?” He asked gently.

Your shoulders sagged. “I don’t know. I’m not normally like that.” You rubbed your fingers across your forehead. “I still can’t believe that I did that, last night.”

“So, you regret it.” Billy slouched back in his chair. He looked defeated, and you didn’t like that.

You sat forward and reached across the table to touch his arm gently. “No, I don’t. I just think that I need to figure out what’s going on here before I get myself into trouble.” You said honestly.

“I can respect that,” he nodded.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier. Your past relationships or girls you’ve seen is none of my business. It was stupid of me to say anything.” You said sheepishly.

Billy took your hand and squeezed it. “It’s okay. But to answer your question, I’ve never sent a car for anyone. I don't think there are many girls like you, Y/N.” His eyes were so dark, you felt like they were consuming you.

You felt your cheeks flush now. “Oh.” You said absently.

“I won’t do that again, though. I’m sorry.” He said. He let go of your hand and you immediately missed the contact.

You shook your head in dismissal. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not. I never want to make you uncomfortable.”

You gave him a sheepish smile. “Thank you.”

“You intrigue me, Y/N. I want to get to know you. How about we start there, and see where it goes?” Billy said.

You nodded, smile growing. “I’d like that.”

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Author’s note: pleaseee let me know what you think :)

Chapter 4

#billy russo #billy russo x you #billy russo x reader #billy russo fanfic #the punisher #the punisher fanfic #season 1 billy russo #fanfic #i'll take care of you

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angryschnauzer · 4 years ago

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Ok imma lil drunk rn but thats besides the point. Incant stop thinking about balconies. Back in my hoe~ing days I used to LOVE BALCONIES. And i cant stop.thinking about getting dicked donw by Henry on a balcony now

Darling, your wish is my command. Sorry this took so long

Room With A View

Summary: Whilst on holiday with Henry in Southern Italy, the sight of you on your hotel room’s balcony is just too much for Henry’s desires.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader (no race or size mentioned)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, Oral Sex, Biting, Unprotected Sex, Creampie.

I do not run a tag list, instead please follow @angryschnauzerwrites where all of my stories are posted as well. Masterlist got too big for tumblr so can be found on AO3

Resting your camera on the wall of the balcony, you looked over the gorgeous coastline as the sun was starting to set, the white walls of the town buildings shining bright in the oranges and pinks of the sky. A pollen drunk bee bounced from bloom to bloom on the bougainvillea vine that crept up the side of the building and around the balcony, and you watched as it slowly flew away. The warm breeze caressed the bare skin of your legs, your soft dress billowing in the wind as it moved gently around your thighs.

The sound of the shower shutting off brought your attention back to the present, a small smile forming as you thought to the leisurely day of shopping in the boutiques you’d done with Henry, followed by a rather impromptu game of basketball with some local kids in a courtyard when they’d recognised him and had invited him to show them a few moves. You had happily watched from the sidelines, after all your wedge sandals were hardly made for sports, but you had taken joy in seeing Henry work up a sweat despite his soft linen attire.

Upon your return to your hotel suite Henry had decided to take a shower before you went out for dinner, and as much as you’d have liked to join him, it would have taken you considerably longer to get ready afterwards, plus you wanted to get some shots of the sunset.

The view was stunning, snapping a few shots before glancing back at just the right moment to see Henry emerging from the small bathroom, towel tied dangerously low around his hips, skin still glistening as water droplets hung in his chest hair. You silently gnawed at your lip, squeezing your thighs together to try and stem the arousal that was rapidly growing between them, knowing that if you didn’t get the shots of the sunset at that very moment the sun would have set. You should however have known that they were going to be the last shots of the evening you would take, as seconds later his strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist and you felt his chest against your back;

“What’cha doing?” Henry’s deep voice held a timbre of mischief and before you could answer you felt his teeth nibbling against your bare shoulder. Leaning back against his firm body your ass nestled against his crotch and you could feel the tell-tale twitch that told you dinner plans were going to be later than expected. A deep hum of appreciation resonated through his chest, his hands slowly pulling your dress up as he started to fluidly rut his hardening length against your ass, his lips moving to your other shoulder where his sharp teeth started to playfully bite, the pressure increasing as he progressed.

Henry pulled his hips back just a little so he could lift your dress over your ass, a small whistle escaping his lips;

“You mean to tell me you’ve been walking around in this short dress with just this flimsy excuse for underwear on all day?” he hooked his finger beneath the elastic of your lacy thong, pulling it to the side before that same digit found its way to your lips. Another hum of appreciation rumbled through his chest as he found you wet, seeking out your clit and giving it a few circular strokes before trailing his hand down a little to push that finger into your velvet channel;

“Hmmmn, not quite ready for me yet”

Pulling his hand away he quickly spun you to face him, capturing your mouth for a fierce kiss before lifting you as if you weighed little more than a feather to let you sit on the stone surround of the balcony;

“Henry!” you hissed, knowing what he was planning as he quickly got to his knees. Those blue eyes sparkled like the sea that surrounded the peninsular, except there was far more danger in those eyes than the mediterreanan sea. Clinging to the edge of the stone wall you nibbled on your lip as he parted your legs and pressed soft kisses up your inner thighs, before taking hold of your underwear and with one swift tug snapped it at the gusset. His gaze only left yours as he took in your glistening petals, before the blue mischief was back upon you as his wide tongue swept through your folds.

There was no way of being silent when Henry ate you out, his tongue was everywhere; wide and juicy, he didn’t hold back with his noises of appreciation at the feel and taste of you. For you your precarious position gave another element of excitement, and as you scrambled for something to anchor yourself on one hand found his still shower damp curls, the other grasped at the metal trellis beside you, the pink bougainvillea flowers resting against your hand as your fingers curled around the metal framework holding it up. The rub of his nose against your clit and the days stubble on your softest of skin helped to bring on your orgasm, his tongue deep within you as you soaked his face with your essence, the pleasure surging through you as he held you tight before pulling away just a little to grin at you. Sliding his hand between your legs he gently pushed two fingers inside you, before pulling them out and lifting them to your mouth;

“Taste how sweet you are”

Holding his wrist you took those fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself on his digits as you sucked at them. Looking down you saw how his towel had parted where his thighs were wide apart, his fat cock standing hard and proud from between the pristine white of the towel. With his fingers still in your mouth he stood and wriggled his hips just slightly to let the towel fall to the floor. Towering over you he made you feel tiny as you sat on the balcony wall, pulling his fingers from your mouth;

“Good girl. Now turn around and bend over”

There was no arguing or disagreeing, you wanted to do it and followed Henry’s firm command, gasping as he kicked your legs further apart and you felt the blunt tip of his weeping cock slide through your folds before catching on your empty hole. With a grunt he thrust into you, growling as your walls hugged his flesh so tight at the thick insertion parting your insides.

“Oh fuck” you muttered, breathless as your body struggled to get used to being so full. No matter how many times the two of you had sex, each time felt like the first all over again, your body struggling to take his girth before it finally yielded and you felt pleasure like you’d never felt before.

Henry was a force of nature when he fucked you, the raw power in his body meant you had three orgasm’s for every one of his, your mind as fucked as your pussy would be from the amount of serotonin in your bloodstream where you would end up lust drunk afterwards. As he ploughed into your body you struggled to stifle the sounds of ecstasy bubbling from your lips, before with a grunt he pulled you flush with his chest, one hand wrapped around your ribcage as the other covered your mouth;

“So fucking good, your cunt feels so tight as you cum…” his teeth bit into your neck as his hips worked quickly, the pleasure pain signals hitting your brain drawing another orgasm from you as Henry started to chase his own. His hips slammed into your behind, the sound of flesh upon flesh making it painfully obvious to anyone within earshot what was happening on the shrouded balcony above them as they walked along the footpath below. Screaming into his hand you came again, and with one final thrust Henry pushed deep and you felt him release his thick load deep inside you.

For the longest moment he just held you, pressing soft kisses to your shoulders whilst still nestled deep within you, before he softened and pulled out, turning you in his arms to just hold you tenderly;

“Still want to go out for dinner tonight? Or would you prefer room service”

“Just give me a moment to clean up then we can try that seafood bistro we passed this afternoon”

A few moments later you had emerged from the bathroom having cleaned up best you could, adding a touch of makeup before stepping into the room and grinning at Henry as you shimmied out of the ruined panties and tossed them in the wastebasket in the corner. Grabbing your purse you smiled at Henry and hooked your arm through his as he paused;

“You don’t want to put replacements on?”

“Nope” you grinned at him, knowing the thought of you going commando would drive him insane for the whole meal.

“You wicked woman. We’re gonna need to get a table with a cloth on it so people can’t see my dick getting hard at the thought of your cum soaked pussy bare for me”

With a grin you pulled him out of the door, knowing it would be a quick meal and you’d be back fucking in the room sooner than you expected.

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x you

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livelymon · 4 years ago

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I posted my newest one shot earlier; here is the link if you prefer to read on Ao3. BUT, the fic is only 1.5k words so Imma just post it under the cut here, for those that prefer to read on Tumblr! Enjoy the time travel drama!

Blonde Hair, Blue Eyes; What’s the Difference?

Tommy… doesn't know how to feel. The last two months were… wonderful. Genuinely some of the most fun he's ever had and… he was pretending to be someone else. These memories he's so fond of (these memories he knows the person involved is equally as fond of) can never be theirs. He had purposefully lied to him, and they still believed the lies even when there were glaring problems and inconsistencies with everything he’s said and done…

The truth is Tommy hadn't been living in the right time for the past two months. According to Karl, the one who had brought him back home, he had slipped through a crack in time and landed centuries in the past. Tommy had figured that out quickly himself, what with being face to face with a little Technoblade not long after the jump through eras.

Techno had been tiny, barely ten years old, and so grateful that Tommy had saved him from a slave trader, that he refused to leave Tommy's side. Tommy hadn't known what to do (would this mess with time, had Techno meant to be caught there and saved later? Was Techno meant to free himself from the slavers?). He was confused, so he had stumbled around, like a new-born calf, allowing Techno to follow him like a baby duckling, while trying to reveal as little about himself as possible.

When little Techno had asked how Tommy had gotten so strong, Tommy, flattered, couldn't resist teaching the kid the same techniques older Techno had taught him. When Techno was struggling to go to sleep, he'd tell the Greek myths he knew future Techno favoured. When Techno started feeling confident enough to ask Tommy questions about his life, Tommy realised there was something… wrong about everything going on.

Tommy and Wilbur were Phil's kids and Techno was Phil's much cooler friend that, while growing up, both Tommy and Wilbur were always trying to get the approval of. Techno would indulge them, but it only ever seemed to be for Phil's benefit. Tommy had asked Techno once why Techno seemed to put everything aside for Phil, and Techno had happily shared a story from before Techno was as immortal as Tommy’s dad. A story where Phil had saved him, had travelled with him, taught him how to fight and told him amazing stories. Techno spoke like he wouldn't have the life he has now if it wasn't for Phil, that he'd never have tried for immortality if Phil wasn't there, and Tommy had thought maybe his dad was a little cooler than he initially thought.

(If Phil was ever asked how they first met, he'd talk of a realm a bunch of immortals were forced into for the amusement of the Gods. Talk about an Empire they worked on together to be able to survive it all. Tommy would always notice a sad gleam in Techno's eyes when the story was shared, and when Tommy asked why Phil never shared the story of a younger Techno, he was told that Phil forgot a lot of things in his old age.)

As Tommy had sat with a young Techno, who looked at Tommy like he hung the stars in the sky and was asking pointed questions about Tommy's age and life, Tommy had… caved. Answers flinging from his tongue, just… not the answers Tommy is sure he should be giving.

"I am old, you kind of lose count when you're immortal. You can call me Philza."

"You're immortal?" Little Techno had questioned, eyes gleaming and…

It was the same look older Techno had when he reminiscences about the first few months he knew Phil. Tommy's not sure if he accidentally took his dad's place in time or if he was always the Philza Techno thought back on fondly, but… he couldn't ruin their friendship. Their friendship which started with a rescue and a few lessons. A rescue and lesson Tommy had been the one to give…

Everything… Everything was alright.

He fed the lie.

Switching his clothes out with greens and a stupid looking bucket hat (that was eerily close to his dad's). Calling Techno 'mate' fondly as he gets Techno his own new clothes (and he hopes when he says red is Techno's colour that, that isn't why future Techno's cape is red… Techno had always been fonder of blue after all, and he’d hate to know a silly passing remark influenced his fashion sense that much…). They hang out and… although he's acting like his dad, he enjoys his time. Having a kid follow him around and asking him questions is surprisingly fun (no wonder Tubbo and Ranboo adopted). Having Techno's undivided attention and praise is literally the best (even when it's teeny tiny Techno… Tommy supposes he can't stop himself from chasing after Techno's approval no matter his form).

Of course, he knew the lie would come to an end. He knew Techno and 'Philza' split after two months, he just didn't know it would be in the form of Karl Jacobs. But apparently, he's a time traveller and he disappears from the SMP to solve problems in the time continuity (this time of course being Tommy himself). Techno doesn't want 'Philza' to go and Tommy has to bend the truth a little. Immortals sometimes got dragged off into trails by the Gods (true) and that Tommy was disappearing for an undisclosed amount of time due to this (lie), but maybe if Techno became an immortal himself, they'd be able to see each other again (true).

Techno had held his pinkie finger out and it was the cutest thing he thinks he's ever seen (he wants to take a picture of it, but that would give him away, betray his lie someday). Tommy hooks their fingers together and drops the stupid bucket hat on Techno's head.

"Give me that when the next meet, yeah?" Might as well give Techno and his dad a reason to talk when they finally meet each other.

"Then…" Techno holds out a gold necklace. "Give me this next time we meet."

This… was never mentioned in either of their stories, but Tommy knows what that is. He's seen Tubbo's kid Michael with it… Piglin Gold. Every Piglin is given a necklace of gold when they're young, a sign that the Nether is always with them. It's precious, something only shared with family. Techno wanted Phil to return this, but if Tommy takes it… Phil can't return it. And yet…

Techno is determined, even as his hands shake like he's afraid of rejection and… Tommy can't leave him like this.

"I'll take care of it," he promises, as he wraps it around his neck.

Techno smiles and…

Tommy's gone. Back to his own time. With two worried friends and Piglin Gold wrapped around his neck. He… he doesn't know what to do…

He had actively lied to Techno. It wasn’t malicious in intent, but… Techno had spent his entire life following after Philza and Phil was oblivious and yet… their friendship was genuine, was the kind of friendship others would envy (like Tubbo and Tommy’s friendship) and… he couldn’t interfere with that in the past, so why would he interfere with it now?

He won’t. Doesn’t think it would ever be possible to interfere with such a powerful bond (even if it didn’t begin how Techno believed it did… they’re still a perfectly matched friendship; there was no Techno without Phil and there was no Phil without Techno), but… what does he do with the Piglin Gold?

He doesn’t know if Phil had spoken some lie to appease Techno, or if Techno had gone searching through Phil’s things and never found it. Doesn’t know if Piglin Gold was possible to track down, because if it was what could Tommy say if Techno finds him with it?

He doesn’t know what to do, so he focuses on Tubbo and Ranboo and their worries over him and… the Piglin Gold feels heavier and tighter around his neck everyday he doesn’t return it (every time he doesn’t confess the truth to Techno). And…

He can’t keep it.

But he can't ruin Techno and Phil’s friendship.

So…

He sneaks to Techno’s Cabin like he’s done hundreds of times before. He slips in undetected and hides the Piglin Gold in a chest Techno hopefully won’t instantly stumble towards (it would be hard to think the necklace was put there by Phil, if he stumbles across it with Phil beside him). It’s back, he’s returned it, but…

It’s not enough.

He finds a piece of paper and writes down a hurried message (sorry this took so long to return) and leaves the cabin. No one needs to know he was ever there.

(And no one ever does. The next time Tommy sees Techno, he’s wearing the Piglin Gold proudly, listening to Phil with adoration and narrowing his eyes as Tommy gets too close. Things are as they always should be, and yet… sometimes when Tommy lies in bed, he thinks of a young Technoblade who looks at him like he is his entire world, and he aches knowing that reality was forever an impossibility. To Technoblade, he’ll always be Tommy the betrayer and Phil will always be the one that saved him as child and showed him the world…)

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