#it would never be short for long since my hair grew back so fast

[tarafresa]

everytime i miss my masc era i always go back to these specific photos where if i was lesbian tara NOW… i would ignore my ass bc i would be posting those corny wlw ellie williams tiktoks talking about topping women

[readychilledwine]

The Ruining of Seraphina

Summary - Seraphina should have known better than to make a bet against her mate. Especially when losing that bet means being free use for the Inner Circle for a week.

Warnings - all of them, this is a free use open relationship fic. Loose editing 💕 if you squint, there are no errors.

Prompt - Day 7 - Free Day

A/N - I know. You've all been waiting for this one. Happy last @polyacotarweek post! Please keep in mind while reading this, this is both kink and CNM, but the two do not always go together. The smut happens fast, but I tried to keep it enjoyable since this goes through a week, day by day, of Sera being used by the IC. I am willing to expand on any of these days, so I wanted them to be vague yet enticing enough for all of you that the filth was accomplished. For obvious reasons, Elain is not included. It would be super odd to have Sera hooking up with her brother's mate as Azriel watched.

I wrote this with the idea of Sera finding sexual freedom through an open relationship based on other polyamorous people and couples. Being in a CNM relationship can be liberating for someone who grew up with a very strict background, and she felt perfect for this.

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“Azriel, I hardly know what this means.” Azriel kissed Seraphina’s palm, leaning It against his face as he smiled up at her.

“For a week, the inner circle will be able to use you however they want when they want. You said you wanted to fuck all of them, here's your chance, my flame.”

You bit, nodding, “And you will be there for all of it?”

“Only if you need. Open relationship, baby, we talked about this.”

“I want you there. Sometimes.”

“Then tug the bond in those instances.”

Monday was the first day it began, and to Sera's surprise, Morrigan was the first to enter her and Azriel's room. She wasted no time, pouncing on Sera and dominating her in a passionate kiss.

Sera smiled as her kissed trailed lower nipping at her lip slightly. “Top or bottom?”

“I've ever laid with another female before. I'm at your disposal, Mor.” She watched the blonde's eyes roll before she forced Sera onto her back. Mor situated herself on Seraphina's face, and instinct took over.

The position was so familiar to her, she replicated the movements she begged Azriel for, pushing her tongue into a tight opening, nose nudging her sensitive clit.

Morrigan was beautiful, but she knew now why her and Eris would never work, and the proof was leaking onto her face, tasting like honey with every drop.

Her hands squeezed Mor's ass and the message was received. Mor took control, hand tangling into red hair as she rode Sera's face.

She made the prettiest noises. Soft breathy moans that shot straight to Sera's core, soaking the bed below her.

In what felt like too short of a time, Mor fell apart on her face, plush lips parting into a silent scream as she did and leaned into the headboard.

She took a few breaths before laying next to Sera. “I really needed that.”

The Autumn female blinked. “You can have it any time.”

Tuesday she woke to fingers in her cunt and a tongue on her clit.

Nesta was, in Seraphina’s mind, the picture perfect female, and as she leaned forward on her elbows, moaning her name as her body began to shake, Nesta just smiled.

The female did not let up for hours, her face was constantly buried between long silky legs, finger in her cunt, mouth whispering to her about the filthy novel she was reading with two female characters.

It led to them covered in sweat, Sera on her hands and knees as Nesta and Azriel were kissing above her. She had her lips around Azriel, sucking him in time with thrusts from Nesta's strap on.

The strap was thick, faked veins running along her soft core and hitting every possible spot. Sera was whining around Azriel, body exhausted and overstimulated from countless orgasms from Nesta.

She came screaming, Azriel following her over the edge as she did. Nesta seemed to find completion as well, nails digging into the other female's ass as she did.

The three of them laid together in the bed, Seraphina reading the novel as Nesta and Azriel spoke. They began to laugh as her face flushed, “Don't act all innocent when I just fucked you with a strap on.”

Wednesday she was cornered by Rhys and Feyre after dinner. The High Lady smiled, pulling her into the room before pushing her on the bed.

For the second time that week, Sera enjoyed a female on her face, moaning as the taste of Feyre hit her tongue. The High Lady was not shy, chasing her own desires as Azriel and Rhysand watched whiskey in hand. The males were all smiles, watching the two of them as Feyre then leaned forward, returning the favor.

It was almost hard to focus, nerves being stimulated while she desperately wanted Feyre to cum for her, but she powered through, loving every second of Feyre's fingers and tongue.

They came at the same time, making both males lose a bet and allowing Feyre to then schedule a time with Azriel for a foursome later, a foursome you eagerly agreed to.

Thursday was a night alone with 3 males carved by Gods. Rhysand had taken her first, finding her in the shower and fucking her until she screamed. He buried himself inside of her as he came, biting her hard before carrying her out to her bedroom. Azriel and Cassian were already on the bed. The shadowsinger was sucking Cassian's cock, watching from hooded eyes as the general moaned for him. Rhysand laid you next to Cass, “Do you want more, or do you want to be forced to watch?” Lost whiskey eyes, blinked back at him, compliant to anything he would want. “You are just a little fuck doll, aren't you?”

Sera used to laugh when Nesta would make jokes about wanting to fuck Eris, Cassian, and Azriel at the same time. “I have three holes,” Lady Death would always smile as she said. Now she understood, and she would confirm to Nesta to take the opportunity if it ever arrived.

Friday morning, Rhys had been long gone, but she woke up to the sound of Azriel's moans. Cassian, the most eager male she had ever met, was between Azriel's legs, sucking his cock. Her mate's eyes were screwed shut, breathing heavy as his hand found Cassian's hair. The general motioned to her mate's wings, and Sera obliged immediately.

She licked the soft membrane, fingers delicately tracing the ridge. “You've been so generous for me this week. Isn’t it your turn, Azzy? Don't you want to cum for Cassian?” Her mated nodded eagerly, pulling her into a heated kiss.

Her and Cassian played with Azriel for hours, not stopping until they were all drenched in sweat and exhausted.

The three of them had dinner alone, Sera telling them about Nesta's fantasy and giving her mate permission to pursue, but not touch her older brother further than kissing.

Saturday was spent with Amren. The ancient being has no interest in her sexually, but they still spend the Day together. Amren wanted to study her powers, believing there had to be more to the female for her to have been with such a powerful male by the Cauldron.

She was correct, but Amren kept it to herself, not wanting to speak of what she discovered, nor how Seraphina scent changed when Amren cut her. No, she'd save that secret for another time.

Sunday was spent with just Azriel, his body desperate for hers, he had warded the door, wrapping her legs around his waist as he fucked her slow and deep, relishing in each breathy whisper of his name.

Sharing her had been fun, but the male had been jealous all week, almost territorial as he her heard moaning another's name. They had both wanted to try an open relationship, and they had both loved it, but they found their limitations.

Azriel groaned as Sera tightened around him, her back arching her breasts into him. “So good, Sera,” she whimpered at his praise, legs wrapping tighter as she lifted her hips more. “I've heard all week how delicious you are, you know that?” She whined as he hit the spot no one had found all week. “But who fucks you best?”

“You.”

His pace picked up, now slamming into that same spot until her vision began to blur with tears. “Who's Mate are you?”

“Yours.”

She could feel that familiar edge. Azriel always brought her to approaching, head buried in his neck as it did, and nails clawing into his back. “Cum. Cum for me, Sera.”

And she did, body so worn and sensitive from endless fucking that she came, moaning and crying his name over and over like a prayer. He spilled into her, biting her neck as he did to leave a bruise, marking his territory and who she belonged to.

He collapsed above her, forearms falling next to her face. He placed soft kisses on her cheekbones, nose, and then lips, smiling as he did. “Good week?”

“The best.”

“Feelings on keeping our relationship open?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “Gods, yes.”

“I think so too.”

"You've ruined me, you know that?

Azriel kissed her shoulder. "Ruined you or freed you?"

"Freed," she said slowly. "I think you've freed me. Having no limitations on sex is-"

"Liberating?"

She nodded, kissing him again. "Liberating."

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[midnightcrw]

Would you write one where simon's wife is about to give birth and they're gonna give her an epidural but she's so scared and starts clinging to him?😢

Epidural

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

Summary: You're about to get an epidural, and fear seems to overtake you.

a/n: I'm so sorry this took so long. I just had no idea how to write this since I have never had an epidural or given birth myself. In the end, I decided to keep the process as non-detailed as possible because I didn't want to get anything wrong. But please correct me if I got something wrong. This is not my best work either, I'm really sorry.

In a dimly lit hospital room, the air was thick with tension as Simon stood by your side, his fingers intertwined with yours as you squeezed his hand every now and then out of fear.

From the moment the word 'epidural' left the mouth of one of the nurses, you were terrified. You were about to give birth to your first child, and just the thought of the needle made you feel nauseous.

"Simon, I don't know if I can do this," you whispered, almost breaking down in the middle of your sentence. Your heart was beating so fast that you were afraid it would stop at any moment, and the pain you were feeling didn't make it any easier.

Simon squeezed your hand and began to run his thumb over the back of your hand. "It's going to be okay, I promise," he kissed the top of your head as he continued, "I won't leave your side no matter what, break my hand if you have to. I wouldn't mind."

His serious tone made you chuckle at his words for a second, but even that was short-lived as you winced in pain.

"Si-" but before you could continue, one of the nurses approached you with a sympathetic smile on her face. "Mrs. Riley, it's time for the epidural," she said gently, and even though she sounded kind, you couldn't help the fear that grew as your grip on your husband's hand tightened.

Simon was sure you were going to break his bones today, but he would let you, as long as he could finally see you smile when this was over.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, "You're going to be just fine, sweetheart. The doctors know what they're doing, I promise."

Hearing his words made you close your eyes for a second as you nodded, wanting it to be over as soon as possible before you scared yourself any more.

Simon slowly led you to the edge of the bed. The anesthesiologist spoke reassuringly, explaining each step of the epidural administration. And despite the explanations, you couldn't really concentrate, not even sure if it was because of the contractions you were feeling or because of your fear.

Your husband pulled up a chair next to the bed, his calming presence offering a sense of security. Your eyes locked with Simon's, silently pleading for reassurance as he brushed a strand of hair from your forehead, his voice calm and soft. "I'm right here, love. You're stronger than you think, and our little one will be here soon."

As the needle approached, your grip on Simon's hand tightened again, causing even Simon to whimper in pain. He was sure that at least one of his bones was broken now.

The nurse and anesthesiologist worked efficiently, their experienced hands moving with precision, while Simon continued to murmur words of encouragement, his focus solely on comforting you.

And as the epidural took effect, a wave of relief washed over your face. The tension in your body began to ease, and you nestled into Simon's embrace. The room seemed a lot less tense now as Simon gave you a kiss on the cheek.

In the hours that followed, your husband stood steadfastly by your side, never once leaving your side.

"I'm so sorry," you mumbled apologetically as you held your newborn in your arms.

"Don't apologize, dear. It doesn't even hurt," Simon said while he examined the poor state of his broken hand.

"Liar," you whispered.

He looked at you with narrowed eyes, his expression was enough to tell you that he denied what you had just said.

"I heard you whimper!"

"No, you didn't!"

[lettersfromaphrodite]

[19.45]

― pairing : Changbin x fem! reader ― content warnings : smut, fluff, grease! au - therefore it's the 50's, street racer Changbin, fwb to lovers (reader is a Pink), unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all) ― word count : 3.633

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🕺 GREASE! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix // Jeongin

«You know he’s gonna win, right?» Minho gently nudged his shoulder against yours, offering you a gentle smile as your eyes met.  You nodded, slowly adverting your gaze from his and quickly waved at Changbin, which winked at you with a confident smile before getting in his car: a white and flashing convertible Ford Deluxe with “SpearB” written on its side, a car which you were very familiar with.

You knew about his and his friends’ habit to spend their Sundays at the Thunder Road to do illegal races long before you became a Pink – Changbin’s only and exclusive Pink to be precise, but since the two of you started going out, you slowly saw these races in a completely new, different way.

Before being a Pink, you would spend your Sundays afternoon at the Frosty Palace along with your friends, talking about how idiots Stray Kids – and the other groups, were to do illegal races, all of them completely aware about the fact that the police knew about this.

Now, you would spend your Sundays along with Stray Kids at the Thunder Road, Changbin’s leather jacket draped over your shoulders - and over your short dress, your eyebrows furrowed in worry.

Changbin would always win, no matter who challenged him. His car was fast – the boys would spend so much time taking care of their cars it was insane, and yet, your growing feelings for him prevented you from neutrally seeing things like Hyunjin, Minho or the others did.

«They’re gonna do the race for Pinks» Chris’ voice said, joining you and Minho on the sultry asphalt of the long, straight road where the cars would have raced. «If Changbin wins, he’s going to win his opponent’s car. Seungmin is gonna take it back to the garage-»

«Why can’t I?» you mumbled, shortly tearing your gaze away from Changbin’s  nape. Chris’ smirk grew wider as soon as you cut him off.

«Because,» he chanted, «He said he has plans for the two of you.» he shortly draped his arm around your shoulders, a friendly habit he had, which you didn’t mind. Between all of them, you got along the most with Chris – probably due to him being the only one knowing you were completely smitten with his friend.

Your attention was drawn to the loud roar of the car engines, and as soon as the race started, you leaned on Chris, your eyes never leaving Changbin’s speeding car.

«Yeah, his plans are gonna be eat some cheeseburger and then go to his house to smoke a joint and have sex.» you mumbled, and he threw his head back as he laughed.

«It’s not like I ever heard you complain.» Chris shrugged, affectionately kissing your hair.

“I never had any reason to complain.” you thought. Changbin was great, regardless of which side of your “relationship” you analysed: sex was great, you could not blame it, he was rough enough to make you feel like he had just fucked your brain out but he was also – unexpectedly, the sweetest boy you have ever met. You never thought Changbin was the type to like aftercare but much to your surprise, he never once asked you to leave. Instead, as soon as the both of you came, he would hug your frame close to his body, cuddling together and humming to some unknown and random songs he liked to sing with Chris and Jisung while they were working on their cars. Sometimes, he would ask you to eat something together but still, you would spend the majority of your days together.

Even when you were hanging out with the others, Changbin always found a way to have you sitting on his lap, his strong arms securely snaking around your waist and his hands caressing your thighs or delicately brushing your hair away from your face. Changbin was not afraid to show you any and every side of him, and you could not be surprised when you finally realized that you had fallen for him. In addition, you could not exactly say you have been very subtle about your crush.

Between Stray Kids, Chan had been the first – and only one, to notice. Few months earlier, you sat at their table and spat a very unfriendly «Who the fuck is that», as your eyes fixed on the girl talking to a very pissed of Changbin and trying to hold his hand and she spoke. Chris immediately glanced at you with a knowing smile, a cheshire grin spreading around the red plastic straw of his strawberry milkshake.

«She wants to be his Pink.» he shrugged, nonchalantly, eyeing your every move as you changed seat in order to face Chris, turning your shoulders to Changbin and the girl. «I don’t know why girls even bother, tho. Changbin already made it pretty clear that the only Pink Lady he wants is you.»

Since then, you and Chris became even closer, he’d listen to you complain about your stupid crush, as you called it, and told you that with Changbin there’s more than meets the eye.

This was the main problem: it was obvious that you had a crush on Changbin but in return, he never said anything about it. Minho and Jeongin cheered loudly, followed by the others, and you snapped out of your thoughts.

The race was over, and Changbin was the winner; all of you started walking to the end of the Thunder Road to congratulate with him.

«I don’t know, love. To me it’s pretty obvious your stupid crush is totally reciprocated.» Chris sighed, and you furrowed your brows, his arm still draped around your shoulders. «Let’s go congratulate your boyfriend.» he chanted, again.

As it happened after every race, Changbin draw you closer, pulling you to his body using his leather jacket still framing your body to meet your lips in a long, passionate kiss, which punctually ended due to the wolf whistles of the others.

«You’re my lucky charm.» he’d whisper on your lips every time, only for you to hear, and you would smile, butterflies in your stomach and a faint blush spreading on your lips.

Exactly as Chris told you earlier, you said your goodbyes. Seungmin quickly hopped on the opponent’s car along with Jisung and the others left towards the Frosty Palace, waiting for them, in order to celebrate Changbin’s win.

«They’re going to celebrate your victory without you?» you giggled, sitting on the passenger’s seat of his car and Changbin tapped the wheel with both his index fingers, an embarrassed smile on his face.

«Yeah, well… It’s almost dinner time, I want to take you somewhere first,» he sighed, re-starting the car. «Before joining the others, I mean.» he quickly added, and you nodded at him.

While driving, Changbin had one habit you absolutely loved; his hand would either rest on your thigh or gently drum his fingertips along with the rhythm of the songs played by the radio. Occasionally, he would ask for a kiss anytime the traffic light showed the red light.

The ride was quiet; you hummed to songs together and you playfully complained about your hair being dishevelled due to the wind and Changbin simply laughed at you, reaching out to playfully ruffle it. You did not pay attention to the road until he started taking random turns and getting further away from the crowded city; his car made its way on dirt roads, going higher and higher, until you reached what it seemed to be the top of a small hill. The silence that reigned there was in contrast to the noisy town you were used to live and it was pleasant, relaxing.

«What about this place, Binnie?» you quietly asked, the both of you unbuckling your safety belts. You shifted a bit, turning your body towards him. Changbin took a deep breath, and you took advantage of his silence to gently trace your fingertips on his muscular thigh.

«It’s almost sunset,» he briefly explained. «I thought we could watch it together.» he hesitantly looked at you, and you both got out of the car. You walked towards the hood of the car trying to ignore the butterflies dancing in your stomach and your heart picking up its pace.

Well, indeed, it was a romantic spot to watch the sunset together but why did Changbin take you there? You were not a couple. Changbin sat on the hood of the car, spreading his legs so that you could face the sunset while also leaning on the hood of his car, his hands snaking around your waist and his chin resting on your left shoulder. You relaxed in his arms, surrounded by his scent. You were already wearing his jacket, leaving him in a white, tight t-shirt. You shortly wondered about him being cold, but he interrupted your thoughts.

«I talked to Chris.» Changbin mumbled, his voice dangerously close to your ear sending shivers down your spine. You petrified, as the sun started setting and painting different colours all around the two of you.

“That fucking traitor.”  You thought, deciding that as soon as you would see Chris, you would have probably thrown that damn strawberry milkshake he always drank right on his face.

«It was a pretty enlightening conversation,» he quietly giggled, tightening his arms around you. He did not raise his tone of voice, instead he kept mumbling against your ear, almost afraid someone else would hear your conversation even thought there was probably no one within miles. «He made me realize that as much as I love you being my Pink Lady, I honestly…» he stopped in mid-sentence on purpose, pleased with your reactions of immediately turning around into his arms to face him with furrowed brows and worried eyes.

«Honestly?» you asked, mirroring his tone. Your heart was beating like crazy; you reached out to hold the hem of his black t-shirt, mentally preparing yourself to be officially refused.

«Honestly, I don’t need you to be my official Pink,» you felt your heart sank. «since I want you to be my girlfriend.» You stood there, dumbfounded. Changbin was looking at you with a sincere but teasing smile, and your head started spinning. You exhaled loudly, a frustrated groan hitting his strong chest a bit harsher than you originally planned.

«I swear, you’re unbelievable!» you whined, seeking refuge in his neck as you heard him laugh and tighten his arms around you. «Couldn’t you go with the “will you be my girlfriend?” like any other boy, instead of giving me an heart attack?»

«I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.» Changbin kissed your hair, that small gesture he did so often now holding a new, different meaning.

«What did Chris tell you, that I am smitten for you? That I was ready to throw hands to that girl asking you to be your Pink?» you mumbled against his shoulders, slowly leaning back as you didn’t receive any answer from him.

Changbin was staring at you with wide eyes, his expression clearly confused. His lips erupted into a smug smirk as soon as he read in your face that you realized to have said something you should not have. «Actually, he never said anything about you. But I’m pleased to hear these things.» he leaned in, lips hovering above yours.

«What did he say?» you mumble, honestly confused.

«“Changbin, for fuck’s sake, get your shit together before someone idiot snatches her away.”» he quoted, whispering against your lips before capturing them in a sweet, loving kiss. Your mouths moulded together, tongues languidly moving against each other. You tried to keep your hands to yourself; you tried to endure that sweet and marvellous first kiss as an official couple but, as soon as you felt Changbin sliding down of the hood of his car in order to reverse your positions, effortlessly picking you up in his arms and letting you sit on it instead, you couldn’t hold back the whine escaping your lips as Changbin pressed his body between your spreaded legs.

Your boyfriend nibbled at your lower lip, settling for kissing your neck as his hands travelled on your legs, caressing their way from your knees to the hem of your dress, as his lips marked your neck as much as the neckline of your dress allowed. Changbin’s kiss were passionate, loving and rough, just like his personality; he didn’t mind marking you up where anyone could see but also, in more private places only for you and him to know, and he didn’t mind being marked by you in return.

Your left hand flew on his bicep, loving how it tensed under your touch, and the other tangled itself in his brown hair, guiding his lips back on yours. You shared open-mouthed kisses and your left hand slid on his arm just to stop on top of Changbin’s hand still firmly holding your thigh, and guiding it under your skirt.

«Well well, kitten,» Changbin’s raspy voice mumbled against your lips, as his fingers traced the outline of your panties. «I guess being fucked in the back of my car wasn’t enough for you.» he added, sliding his thumb under the cotton fabric and coating his finger with your wetness, spreading it around your folds in circular motions. You panted against his lips, tightly gripping his hand as you felt another finger being added to the motion.

«It’s not enough.» you confirmed with a whine, a teasing smile on your bitten lips.

«Remember your words when later, the others will ask you why your legs keep shaking.» Changbin scoffed, and easily inserted two fingers in your wetness without further notice. You were glad that no one was around, so that you could be as loud as you wanted – even if you secretly loved his hand over your lips trying to muffle your loud moans.

Changbin momentarily detached from your lips to gently push you back, so that you were laying on the hood of his car, he quickly got rid of your panties, throwing them back in the car, and pulled up the dress you were wearing right around your waist. He inched down, his right hand on your waist to prevent you from moving, and the left one tightly wrapped around your right thigh - your left leg lazily draped on Changbin’s shoulder.

Both your hands flew to his hair as soon as you felt his hot breath and his lips connecting with your clit. He gave it few soft nibbles, teasing it with his teeth, and the only thing preventing you from arching into his face to get more friction, was his hand firmly pressed on your abdomen. You knew Changbin had a thing for biting but you could have never guessed that even his teeth on your clit would feel amazing. He teased you further, separating your folds with his tongue, alternating between keeping it flat or simply brush your wetness with the tip of his tongue. By habit, your hand flew on your mouth to muffle your increasing moans.

«You can be as loud as you want, Kitten.» he told you right before sucking on your clit again, the hand which was on your abdomen moved to briefly palm himself over his tight jeans. With a loud, needy whine, your hips moved towards his face, feeling already so close. You figured out that Changbin probably knew your body more than you did, since he moved away from between your legs, placing both his hands on the hood of his car, next to your waist, balancing his weight.

«I was close.» you whined, wriggling your lips as if he didn’t know already. Changbin chuckled, and you sighed, looking at him. His soft hair were a mess, his eyes were blown with lust and both his lips and his chin were glistening with your wetness. The sky behind him was still painted with the sunset colours, colours that reflected on his tan skin, making him appear like a masterpiece. You lift yourself enough to kiss him, closing your legs around his waist and tasting yourself all over his mouth and tongue, your breath itching in anticipation. Changbin used one hand to reach for his belt, while the other was tangled in your hair. You started palming him through his jeans, but he quickly stopped you, tightly holding your wrist.

«You can do that on our way back, kitten.» he explained, guiding you off the hood of the car and gently turning you around after affectionately pecking your lips. You leaned over the car as he unbuckled his belt and lowered both his jeans and his boxers round his ankles. You whimpered quietly to yourself, anticipation was driving you insane and you leaned over even further, balancing your weight on your elbows and spreading your legs, pushing your ass out a little more.

Changbin gently caressed your hips as he quickly pumped his length to full hardness, you head falling between your shoulders at the sensation of the tip of his length spreading your wet folds.

Unconsciously, you lift yourself on your tiptoes to accommodate him even deeper as he slowly bottomed out, filling you up with his length. You both moaned at the feeling, one of Changbin’s hands tightly held your waist, while the other was sprawled on the hood of his car, next to one of your elbows. Changbin’s head was on your shoulder blades, and you closed your eyes to picture him: his eyes closed tightly and his lower lip between his lips; you were now used to his body language, he always did it as he bottomed out, probably to prevent himself from immediately thrust into you.

Another thing you loved about Changbin, no matter how much time he had to wait, he would always wait for you to allow him to move.

«Go on Changbin, ruin me.» You held back a moan as you pushed yourself further on his length.

«Not until you say “please”.» He scoffed, his strained, raspy voice once again dangerously close to your ear. You purposely clenched around him, earning both his short nails digging into the skin of your waist and a choked moan. However, you understood quickly that he really was not going to move unless you said the magic world.

«Please, Changbin-» if you had to be honest with yourself, you were ready to beg him further – as you often did, but he didn’t want to waste any further time, and moved his hips in a slow, tentative thrust. Your hand reached over his on the hood of the car, intertwining your fingers as his thrusts grew in speed and intensity. Your wetness were probably dripping on the grass below you, due to how aroused you were. Changbin’s large dick was hitting in all the right places, that familiar sensation in your abdomen quickly coming back. Changbin’s hoarse and husky groans mixed with your louder ones, as he chased both your orgasms. His pace slowed down, the hand around your hip lowered behind your thigh only to lift it against the front of his car, making the feeling of his length sliding in and out of you even more intense due to the new angle. Your knee was tightly and slight painfully pressed against the front of his car, you would probably have marks later on but you enjoyed it way too much to complain.

Changbin was restlessly thrusting into you with both his hands pressing on the hood of the car, and you somehow managed to move just enough to meet his hard thrusts. His hips stuttered, before stilling inside you as his orgasm triggered yours. Changbin moaned your name with a raspy voice as he spilled his loads into you and in return, you almost screamed his as you clenched impossibly tight around him.

You both stood there, panting together, Changbin’s head once again falling on your shoulder blades as you both evened out your breathing. He carefully slid out of you, and gently lowered your dress back down. You heard him re-dress himself and buckle his belt but you were still too lost in bliss to function or to actually stand back up. Changbin was right, your legs were trembling but honestly, it always happened. Having sex with him was pretty intense, only thinking about his strong body manoeuvring yours so easily made another rush of heat flow towards your belly.

«Hey, kitten, look at me.» his still raspy voice gently called out, his tone sweet and caring as he turned you around under the – now, dark evening sky. You hummed, a wide smile on your lips mirroring his as he hugged you once again, kissing the side of your head. «I’m so in love with you, you have no idea.» you heard him mumble.

You blushed, your heart swelling and picking up pace. «I could say the same, Binnie.» You kissed again, slowly, savouring each other lips, before you actually decided to join the others at the Frosty Palace. Changbin laughed at you as you struggled finding your panties in the backseat of his car.

«Why did you throw them in the first place?» you whined, laughing.

«Why do you have to wear them again if you’re going to sleep at my place?» he shrugged, starting the engine as soon as you buckled your seat belt giving him a thumbs up, whispering a quiet «Found them!» His hand found your thigh again, and you instantly intertwined your fingers together.

“That fucking Aussie.”  You thought, a wide smile on your lips, deciding that as soon as you would see Chris, you would have offered him one of those damn strawberry milkshake he always drank, for at least one month.

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[isfjmel-phleg]

@inklings-challenge here's my contribution for today's prompt, "Chalk." This short story is set before Book 2, when Amarantha attended a day school near her home.

Solitary Sandpiper

As the last task of the day, Miss Brigsney had told Amarantha to copy the first three stanzas of “To a Solitary Sandpiper” from memory on the side blackboard. This she did, having practiced the poem all week until her father had begged her to recite it in the farthest corner of the house from his study because the poet’s style had infested his brain and he couldn’t write like himself anymore. The words were indeed beautiful, but being forced to cram them into her head so quickly had diminished their impact for Amarantha. She completed her task in her best curling handwriting, finishing off the last word with a long swooping line that somewhere along the way transformed into a delicate stick leg, suitable for wading. And before she knew it, another leg came along, and a whole oval body. No longer content to remain celebrated in word, the solitary sandpiper was manifesting in person on the blackboard in white chalk outlines as fast as Amarantha’s eager hand could glide.

She had spent longer than the schoolmistress deemed necessary gazing at the engraving of the sandpiper in her reader next to the poem during literature lessons, so she could recall the shape of the head, the way the beak tapered to a sharp point, the melancholy expression of the large white-rimmed eyes. Since the eyes were black, she simply sketched their outline in white and flecked a bit of a shine on them. Solitary sandpipers dressed in polka-dotted brown coats over pure white suits. Chalk didn’t come in brown. This sandpiper would have to be pink. A bit cheerful, perhaps, for such a solemn bird, but by now Amarantha understood her creation’s personality, and she felt that he would have one of those contradictory characters that insist on glittering like a peacock while sobbing in his soul.

With some yellow chalk, she outlined his feet and highlighted his beak, then added some gentle green lines for the water he was wading through. And after a few fussy little touches, she took a step back and surveyed the Solitary Sandpiper.

He wasn’t perfect—perhaps no drawing on a blackboard can be—but he was real somehow. She half-expected him to hop into the three-dimensional world and follow her home, where she would fill the bathtub for him for the night and introduce him to the river behind her house the next morning once he had gotten comfortable. She felt he would like it there. Perhaps he would be happy. Perhaps he wouldn’t be so solitary—at least, not whenever he didn’t choose to be.

She was in the middle of imagining untying her hair ribbon to use as a lead in bringing him home when there came a gasp behind her. Etha Wroot, who sat behind Amarantha during lessons, was staring at the Solitary Sandpiper with approval.

“He’s a dear!” she said. “But you’re going to have to erase him, you know. Miss Brigsney wouldn’t let you keep him up. She’ll say we need the blackboard for other things.”

Amarantha glowered at the eraser, wicked little instrument of death. “I won’t. I can’t.”

Etha shrugged and returned to her desk to retrieve her books. The school day was over.

As Amarantha left the room, she turned to let her gaze linger as long as possible on the Solitary Sandpiper, burning him into her brain. She could always draw him again, but he would never quite be the same bird. There would always be something about the original that she would never be able to capture again.

Silently she wished him goodbye, hoping he didn’t know he would be going to his demise before tomorrow, and headed home.

#

Everything went wrong the next morning. Amarantha slept too late and had to be awakened at nearly the last minute by her frantic father. The first pair of stockings she put on had holes, and it took her a few minutes to find new ones. Her fingers suddenly grew clumsy as she tried to button her frock in back. Her hair wouldn’t stay in plaits, she couldn’t find her satchel, and Mrs. Deffell had burned part of breakfast and left the rest sitting out long enough that by the time the tardy Amarantha got to it, it was cold. She ran halfway to school before realizing that she had forgotten her lunch pail at home and had to dash all the way back to fetch it. By the time she arrived at school, winded, exhausted, and cross, she was only a minute or two away from being late to the morning lesson.

She would have to return to that room and see the blackboard without the Solitary Sandpiper. And after the morning she had already had, she wasn’t certain she could bear it.

She had no choice. Ducking her head, she slipped in and darted to her desk. As she opened her satchel to take out her books, something caught the corner of her eye. Something colorful. Something pink.

There, on the side blackboard, as melancholy-cheerful as ever, remained her Solitary Sandpiper. Solitary no more, however. Surrounding him were an array of other birds, of all sorts and colors, amid nests and eggs and reeds and tree branches and flowers. Each new addition was the work of a different artist. None of them had the same level of skill, but the affection behind the work was unmistakable.

Puzzled, Amarantha turned to Etha Wroot and the other girls behind her. They beamed back. Their fingers still wore smudges of chalk dust.

“I see you’ve noticed our aviary, Miss Melbray,” said Miss Brigsney. “I had not intended an impromptu art assignment, but our young ladies showed such initiative that I will allow it. It can remain for the rest of the week. Now take out your readers and turn to page thirty-nine.”

[amandiccastuff]

Starry Sky 🌌

Summary: John and Pocahontas are admiring the twinkling night sky of Virginia once again, aboard a canoe, hidden from everything and everyone.

*And if you'd seen this one-shot on AO3, I posted it there too. That's my profile, so it's not copy. ;)

“What?”

Before answering, John took a deep breath and turned his sight to the heavens, richly adorned with stars on this serene dawn. With subtlety, his oceanic eyes reflected the luminous dots and the shooting stars streaking across the radiant sky. No matter how many times he blinked, they remained above, immutable.

“Each time I choose to spend the night looking at the sky with you…” he began, but was gently interrupted.

“Do you know something, Pocahontas?”

“What do you mean, 'each time'?” she asked, furrowing her brow, breaking into a wide smile. Pocahontas turned to him, who held her firmly by the hips as she lay atop him in the canoe. “Don’t you mean 'every day'?” she whispered playfully.

Notes: An idea for a very short one-shot that came to me in the early hours of yesterday. Since I can never get tired or bored of them, I decided to write it during the night, and this was the result, a romantic and happy moment between then. I hope you enjoy it!

“That’s it,” John chuckled. “Every day when I spend the night looking at the sky with you…” He hesitated briefly, awaiting her correction. When none came, he continued, his voice soft with awe. “I never tire of this view, of the stars… of being with you.”

“Neither do I. In truth, I’ve never grown tired of this view. I used to come here half alone, with Meeko and Flit, or sometimes with Nakoma to watch the sky. But,” she pressed his hands more securely against her abdomen and closed her eyes slowly, longing to feel the steady beat of his heart beneath her. “With you here, John, it’s infinitely better.”

“It is?” he asked, his voice filled with warmth.

“Truly,” she affirmed, guiding his hands to her heart. John could feel that it was moving a little fast. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before,” she whispered. Her voice was so tender that it made him smile instinctively.

“You… you’ve also made me see and feel things I’d never seen or experienced before, Pocahontas,” he said, taking another deep breath before placing a gentle kiss on the crown of her head, just below his chin.

John wanted his words to be as sincere and direct as hers had been only moments ago, as she spoke of his company.

“Would you like to hear me say something… romantic?”

“Please,” Pocahontas nodded, a soft, closed-lip smile gracing her face.

“If I could,” he began, shifting his focus momentarily from the sky to her, “I would steal the highest shining star from this sky and gift it to you. Only for you, my Pocahontas,” his arms tightened around her as he declared.

“Oh…” she sighed, utterly captivated by him. “That was so beautiful!”

“Thank you. Since you liked it so much,” he replied, a mischievous grin dancing on his lips, “I promise to say such things more often.”

“I’d love that.” She said.

“… And that one there is called the Ursa Minor. We sailors use it to…” John trailed off as he noticed her grip on his hands loosen. “Pocahontas?” He turned to her and felt her breathing slow.

The couple continued to gaze and point at stars and constellations for a while longer, wrapped in each other's arms. The canoe swayed gently back and forth by the riverbank, their feet entwined at the boat’s edge as they spoke animatedly in hushed tones. The only nuisance was the cicadas' persistent drone, but they quickly grew accustomed to it; after all, it was just another sound of the surrounding forest.

“She must’ve fallen asleep,” he murmured to himself.

The captain stared at his beloved’s calm face for several moments. Her closed eyelids and lips, her long, flowing hair cascading over her shoulders, and her smooth, copper-toned skin glowing even more under the cerulean light of the midnight moon. John couldn’t be more fascinated. He knew that his feelings extended beyond mere affection for her.

Not long after, Smith also drifted off to sleep, joining her in a world far freer and more peaceful for them both—the world of dreams, with the woman who had left his heart drunk with passion and blooming of virtues. Certainly, good virtues.

“I know the odds of us living this love are slim…” With the utmost care, Smith freed his left hand and gently placed it on her head, caressing it. “The conditions definitely aren’t in our favor. But as long as we can meet like this… I’ll do everything I can to make it worth it. I’ll protect you, my Pocahontas,” he whispered in a voice barely audible, not wanting to wake the angel resting in his arms.

[shipperofthesea]

My F/O became my IRL S/O???

So, I don't talk about this online, but I feel safe in this community, so I want to share this here and see what everyone thinks. When I was younger, before I moved out of my parents' house, to cope with ~stuff~, I used to imagine a man. He was always tall with long hair and facial hair. I would imagine him in settings where I was a runaway prince and he was a sailor and I'd imagine us singing and dancing together. Somehow, I always had this image of him in the back of my mind. He was my dream lover and was everything I ever wanted: charismatic and talented, a man who was patient and loved me despite all my flaws. Of course, while I believed I would always find a man who I adore, I safely assumed that this man was stuck in my dreams, destined to be forever my fictional other. However, I was wrong. Long story short, my roommate from a place I use to live had a group of friends that it would always tell me about and, one of the friends, its best friend, would often VC with us. I had never seen his face, but I had an immediate connection with him. Talking to him came to me so naturally and I wasn't sure why. Well, when my roommate and I were moving out, it surprised me by inviting him over to help us move out. And, I swear, it was a moment out of a fanfiction. I was packing up my stuff and I heard a familiar voice from behind me that said "Hi Mikey". I turned around and was greeted by the most beautiful yet familiar man I had ever seen: 6'8, long dark hair, soft blue eyes, facial hair... and everything I ever dreamed of... he was standing two feet in front of me. I asked him if he was my roommate's best friend, to which he agreed. I was told later on by my roommate that he said I was "everything and nothing like he expected, in a good way". He loved sea shanties and musicals, he could sing and dance, and he was funny, charming, and talented. He was also in marching band just like I had been. We bonded so fast and I grew so close and the only issue was... he was straight. Well, so he thought. He should have realized sooner given all of his siblings and both parents were queer. Luckily, he figured out not long after meeting me. Life has a funny way of working out because it's been over a year since then and we are now the couple everyone aspires to be. Both of our families (and for me, my friends,) love what we are. We've been told we have the perfect relationship and, for the first time in my life, after so many relationships (good and bad), I believe them. So, uh, am I crazy? Or does anyone else have this experience? Please lemme know.

[insectsinsects]

I just took the most shy, cold shower of all time. I don't think I was impatient, but it took way too long to heat up. I stepped in after a few minutes and let it turn my calves and feet into icicles, splashing water onto the rest of my body and working my way up. It's 5AM and my body felt kind of gross. No one's meant to be away from home for so long. My routine shouldn't be so abridged and I shouldn't be using unfamiliar soap.

I haven't taken any sort of cold shower in a while, though. Not since I was burning up in a little apartment by the beach about a year ago. Not since I was a young girl in the house my mother grew up in, following the motions. Surviving the heat with a handheld fan, getting sweaty in the arms from that movement. We were showering all the time. Sometimes we'd just get a coldrag to freshen up. My cousins always had that post-shower sheen and shield of soap about them. It felt like way too much, sometimes. They couldn't wear skirts, though, which might've been my saving grace. There was something about the rainy season. I remember my house as mostly dry but sometimes full of water. The river would overflow to the 3rd step of the stairs, past this room I used to be very afraid of, and imprinted in the tile grout long after the deluge washed everything else away. House shoes were absolutely necessary.

I barely remember the front of my grandmother's house. I barely remember my grandfather. I think I just imagine his image moving and towering above my small stature. He's warm and kind, and he's got big glasses, and he was taken too fast from my family for how good he was. These are all guesses. I remember his grave the most, I remember how to get there—a random cemetery in a small town in the Philippines. Only a beautiful soul would have a grave so frequented, fresh flowers at his feet every time we ended up visiting. I have memories of frolicking in the graveyard with my little sister who looked exactly like me that I treated like a dear pet or Pokémon sometimes. We'd happily eat the snack Mom would pack and be on our way shortly thereafter.

The brevity of those three years gives each memory a particular color and magic to them. There were random vines you could swing over small bodies of water, fun mudslides behind the school that you could slide down, ghost stories, urban legends, and a house full of things my mother loved when she was as small as I. I only remember a few things in the first person. For some reason I am disembodied when I tell the story. I can see my little self walking through big halls. I can make it all go in reverse, undoing every class and walking out of the gate backwards and putting all the morning dew back onto the mythical ferns, taking off my little leather shoes, unpolishing them, my ankle-length socks, my black skirt, the shorts underneath, down to the delicate collared shirt. I see myself.

There is a rare moment when I take a shower at an unorthodox time that my skin feels exactly like that, that my body feels the way it used to, though I know I'm just a Thesian clump of new cells. I'm still her, mostly, maybe. What would it look like to have never cut away my hair and nails from this time? Every strand feels like a ghost limb. My hair should always be longer. Could I tell my little self that femininity would never fully accept her? But that it doesn't matter, and that that battle with futility was a rite of passage for us? Could I bear to know that? I think it'd be enough to know that the sensation of being clean would always feel that good. That one in every five thousand showers I am returned to her, that I belong to my young self in a way that I would like to give her a future worth waiting for.

[repo-net]

(this is a really old fic idea i had about 3 years ago, and it's just been kind of rotting in my drafts since then 💀

i doubt anything will come out of this, but i'd feel bad if it never saw the light of day. so here it is. it's extremely outdated though so expect the quality to be iffy.)

Reactivated

The year was 20XX. Humanity's progress in the area of science and technology was quickly growing, and with it, the basic needs of human beings were fulfilled faster and quicker. All thanks to the help of robots who'd help with serving the needs of the humans.

Unfortunately, when faced with reliability and an easier life, the natural response becomes complacency, and humans over time wasted more and more resources. Nobody cared about the fate of labor as long as they could gain their instant gratification. So, how was this problem addressed? There were too little sources of food, shelter, water, and basic living needs for too many people. It was a massive overpopulation problem with a mass that was unable to readjust back into a hardworking life because of the pampering that their AI servants gave them.

So... how did this group of humans try to address this problem?

... Death games. Lots, and lots of death games. Whether it be a reality show hosted by a bear that's hitting it's 50th season, or more enclosed ones in private alleys with a small but dedicated audience, they were everywhere and they grew in popularity fast.

After all, the ones that survive them are the only ones that are willfully strong and powerful enough to help bring back the world to a more peaceful place anyways. Weed out the careless and lax, and let those that survive thrive and bring forth a new, battle-tested generation that'll help the world back on it's feet.

And that brings us to where we are now. The inside of a robotics laboratory in an underground building far away from where most of society was.

There were several researchers in the lab with clipboards and some sat in front of desks, typing into their computers as one man who leaded the group walked over to where sat an orange haired human with freshly watched clothes. Though, said clothes was nothing more than a white shirt, shorts, and black boots for footwear.

Or at least, what looked like a human.

Like many of what ran this world, the orange haired boy that was tied from body to leg onto a chair - the texture of his skin was a bit shiny, and it was clear and rubbed like porcelain glass when you put your hand against it. His eyes also opened unnaturally if you were to raise his eyelids, and striking him with your fists would only hurt you more than it would hurt him, for his insides were made of no flesh but of metal.

His body was so uncannily realistic from a glance, but once you truly felt him, it was clear that he was artificial. He was a robot.

Unlike most of the other robots who were made more of metal and faceless, resembling nothing like their creators and roaming this world and fulfilling jobs, this one was so close to human it made you have to wonder what the creators behind this one in particular were thinking.

The man who was in charge of the entire group stood in front of the doll, and finally spoke.

"Is everything ready? If so, then turn it on."

With sounds of acknowledgement, the rest of the researchers worked a few more buttons around the room, and after a minute, the ginger doll squirmed in it's place, groaning and sounding just like that of a human too, before it quickly realized that it was bound and unable to freely move, with only it's head free and untied.

"... It's awake...!"

"Gah, how creepy! It really does look just like one of us...!"

"So this is what the people of the past were capable of..."

Those words were what the doll could hear from his perspective, before his eyes opened, scaring the researchers a little. His eyes were toned the same way his fake and (quite strongly, might they add) attached hair was, as the boy blinked, trying to process the situation.

"... Ggmuh... systems... restarting... wait, what? How- where... am I? What's... what? Wait, why am I tied up? And my head's fixed...? Who the hell are you people?! Hang on a second, what's going on?!"

Fear and confusion struck the doll. His facial expressions were just like that of a human too, which intimidated the researchers as well.

"We were the ones who fixed you. You need not worry about compensation, for-"

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"

That caught the researcher off guard. Instead of expressing his thanks, the doll was... ungrateful? Heck, he seemed bothered by the fact that he was repaired.

"You... didn't want to be fixed?"

"No? Why would I- agh, stupid head spasms- why would I want to be fixed...? I hate this world- this world of humans who don't understand just how good they have it...!"

"How eerie... he talks and acts so much like a human too... from the voice, to the looks, to the mannerisms, he's basically a perfect replica."

"Wait, this one's a guy? I thought with that skirt we found on his torso, it was for sure supposed to be a girl..."

"I... heard that- you bast- bah, I can't finish my sentences properly, my memory's... still trying to catch up and restore itself...! This is stupid...! And seriously, what's going on...?!"

The man in front of the boy silenced the rest of the group from making any more comments, fearing that they were only making the doll more and more unwilling.

"Relax. We aren't here to hurt you. At least, as long as you answer our questions and cooperate."

"... Yeah, like that's gonna happen, why would I want to help- agh, what's wrong with me...?! Why am I- unable to... finish... my head's splitting apart, stop... these emotions... no, wait...!"

The doll struggled in his seat, as if it's own memories were starting to flash right back.

He could remember what happened.

And when he did, his eyes began to spiral out of control, and his voice began to glitch out in between speeches, switching from one of an angry, frustrated teenage boy to that of a confused, verge of tears one almost seamlessly. The soundbox he had installed in him made it so that his voice still sounded like it came from the same person, but the way it malfunctioned and changed, it was another point to his artificiality.

"Why am I- still alive despite everything I've done...- and why do you bastards- why did you fix me...?- I just wanted to die- and yet, you'd do something like that...! I hate you so much- but why is my brain so scattered...?"

"His emotions are incredibly out of control, they seem to constantly be switching between two states, one on the negative side and one on the positive side... what's wrong with him? It's like there's two separate programs inside of him trying to take control of the other."

"That doesn't make any- sense, because I just...!- Ugh, enough...! Stop trying to mess with me...! I'm me, not that mushy, guilt-feeling idiot that she installed into me...! I didn't need a heart, I just wanted to die because I was inferior... and yet she'd make me feel pain just before I shut off...! Why, why, why, why am I still alive...?! And why am I stuck with you people...?! You humans... I really... I really...!"

His voice boomed with a disoriented rage, and before he could finish his speech of anger... he started to breakdown. Tears started to fall from his eyes, the doll's head facing down as his volume got weaker.

"... can't understand you people... why are you humans... so hard... to understand... why is it so difficult... why was I left... this way..."

A silence filled the room. What was once horror at the unstableness that the robot showed quickly turned into that of worry and perplexity at what was going on with the poor thing.

"... Are you done?" The researcher asked, a genuine hint in his voice.

The boy didn't respond with words, but with a nod.

"... Good. Do you want us to explain the situation now? Because you're clearly volatile with how little you know of what's going on."

Another nod.

"Very well then. To summarize a short history lesson... Society nowadays has evolved to that of a state where humans are served by robots, none of which really look as close to a human as you do, by the way. Unfortunately, they've all gotten lazy and unwilling to work themselves, so not only was precious Earth resources being used up, but there was not enough manpower to compensate for how much was being used."

"... What? But that sounds nothing like-''

"Shush. Be quiet, because we can still deactivate you if you're proven to be more of a detriment than a valuable asset."

That... seemed to shut up the doll. And affect him more than it should've. Was there some sort of problem he had with being a net negative?

"... Anyways. The solution to this was that of a simple one. Survival of the fittest. Games where the incapable and lazy are removed from this world, while those who've proven that they can hold their own will be brought back to the world with a new resolve and a stronger realization of how precious human life truly is."

"That... sounds like a death game...! I was..."

"Hm? Yes, I was just about to get to your origins. We found your head and your torso split up in an abandoned laboratory in an equally abandoned building where we ended up finding out was the facility for a death game. It was quite a breakthrough that we found out these games have been going on for a while... There was a crack on your head, but other than that, your body was fine enough that we were able to fix it."

"Huh...? I don't know how the hell you were able to do that, but... I thought only Da- no, Gashu and Safalin were able to fix me..."

"... Safalin?"

"What? If you want me to refer to her as Michiru Namida, then sure. If it clears up any of the dust in your brains... I don't particularly hate her, but still..."

"You know her...? Er, well, it doesn't really matter, since she's been dead for a while."

Oh.

Now that really caught the doll off guard.

"Huh? Wait, what year is it?!"

"20XX."

"That's... that's nearly 40 years since I last remember being online...! Wait, then why'd you bother bringing me back?! I don't wanna be stuck in this era...!"

"Because we wanted to give you a purpose."

"A... purpose?"

"Yes. Remember how I said we found you in the ruined facility of an old death game? Well, with the way society is... and how you clearly seem to still be familiar with such things... how do you feel getting to be in control of one?"

"Getting... to be in control of one?"

"Yes. There's another group of humans we've prepared for one a few weeks from now, and they're quite a mixed bunch, some are meeker and unable to act faster than others, and some would probably sacrifice everyone else if given the chance. You'll get to be in charge of making the games, the system of how they're taken out of the game, and generally, you just get a lot of control."

"Well, that's... I uh... don't know what to say... I mean, last time I run a death game with some bastards, I was... told I did a pretty bad job at it."

"Not to worry. We're prepared and are able to mentor you if you have any troubles. We'd like to advertise this as a game run by an AI after all. Actually, I

[ddwcaph-game]

Hi, Roselyna, well for my twin, she's pretty tall and lanky, has very pale skin, green eyes, and very long wavy coppery/dark blonde hair. You'd have known when she had kept it short as a boy. She's really quiet and shy, not really able to speak much to anyone beyond her sister, and kinda grew up too fast like JM and Lily (she's definitely been regretting it). She loves collecting the little shiny things she's always stumbling upon, being up at night, reading a bunch, and drawing. I'm curious who you think would like her, since she never has felt like she fits in, like F6E is more her sister's friends than hers, as much as you two tend to hug and cry about stuff together.

Hello, thank you for consulting Roselyna's Matchmaking Service! Rosie had to finish her homework first, so sorry for the late response!

Anyway, here are our Top 3 picks!

Well, I think that last line pretty much solidifies Roselyna as the top pick! If she's comfy enough to cuddle and cry about stuff with Rosie, then I think she's the best candidate, especially if she's having trouble speaking with anyone else. She's arguably the best listener in F6E, so I can see the two of them being very open with each other.

Cordelia would be our second pick! If she feels out of place in F6E, then she might feel more comfortable talking with Delia, who's also pretty reserved, forced to grow up a little too fast, and feels out of place in her world considering her heritage. (If you are unfamiliar with Cordelia, check out her introduction post!)

It's tough picking a third candidate, but I think Wayne would be a good fit, by virtue of your MC being closer to Roselyna. Wayne might be much more outgoing, but he has a lot of experience dealing with Roselyna, back when she was much more reserved. I can see them bonding well via drawing, their trinket collection, and their favorite stories.

Your MC also gets bonus points for all three of them since they all have a preference for someone tall, hehe. 😄

[henrioo]

HEADCANNON — Do you see Killer as an TransMasc dude?

I mean… he may or may not have top surgery scars, which I’ll explain later, but what he actuall was before the pre-timeskip?

He was a man, who definitely was on T-shots not even half a year. Having a binder crushing his chest, moving fast — but hardly breathing, no wonder why his voice was rather deep. He tried to hide the fact that he hardly got any air during the fights or such.

The slimness during the Sabaody Arc, no facial hair, fast movements… that’s the second when my brain automatically shoved the thought of him being a part of the LGBTQ. Just look at this dude two years later:

He grew out his thick hair, took care of it. Jaw and chin covered in his golden goatee, while his body grew at least thrice as wide as two years before. Man… I know for sure that during those years he was high on his Testosterone level.

But the best part comes along with the explanation of the top surgery marks he might hide underneath his t-shirt. I believe that during the long time of waiting until the Kid Pirates come back to screen, Killer and his crew recently has visited the Revolutionary Army on their way to Wano.

And who’s the most queer diva in there? Of course it’s them — Ivankov.

The one who actually said: “Boy, you seem uncomfortable while moving. Do you perhaps need some help with gender dysphoria, hun’?”

Then the change happened, the scars lasted, but the short and painful process of his body turning fully male was worth it. Feeling like himself encouraged him to train more and gain weight, muscles, and all possible benefits.

So… if you ever read it, I really want to know your opinion about this. It’s not common to see a male-blog only, which I appreciate truly.

— Cheers, Musashi.

Okay I love this ask and I love you now and we two gonna be best friends okay?

And yes now I'm a only male blog and I genuinely love talking with more male authors we need to have a strong community

So here all my opinion about this

Like Sanji is a gay coded character for me, Killer is also one, and in the two examples I'm sure Oda didn't do it on purpose but he did a pretty good job

For me Killer has a lot of coded trans signals that make me feel he genuinely would be a perfect trans character, so here what I feel more

First his name, even one piece has some "weird" names, Killer looks more a name that someone would give to himself, not a weird normal name in one piece that someone would be born with

Since we don't know too much about the childhood of the kid pirates, it is hard to be sure, but I think it is obvious that killer chose his own name. If it is for the reason he is trans or not doesn't really matter, everyone can think whatever they want

Also the mask, we know that killer is far from being ugly but he always had the mask after he grew up a little, and I think that was pure insecure about his face. I think in the start before the T and those things people didn't take him seriously because his face wasn't really masculine or scary, and to try fight against that he started using the mask, also because that would help him having a more strong voice, since the mask would muffle his voice

Kid protection, I think is more than perfect their bond, and is obviously that Killer trusts in Kid his own life and soul. And for me this is the perfect way to show that Kid is a true ally to his friends transition, when they meet again in the prison he even asks to killer "where are your mask?" Because he knows his friend would never be without that

Not only that, he genuinely killed everyone that laughed about Killer no matter why they are laughing, that for me is perfect to show how Kid grows up seeing Killer suffering from intolerant people and becomes aggressive in a way to protect him

But I'm not sure about Iva, I don't think the Revolutionary Army would risk being close to Kid because he had one of the worst reputations between the pirates. And even if they would have a change the Kid owes a favor to them I don't think it would be a good choice, because they couldn't know if Kid would be pacific enough or not

And what we know for now is that the Revolutionary Army don't really have bonds with pirates exactly because they are impressive and dangerous

So I think that Killer got such a big man because of... Drugs

Yeah no joking

The crew would definitely get T enough for Killer besides I think they would have this in a constant way, what can explain why he takes two years to be that big

But I also think he used some anabolic steroids, or anything like that but in the one piece universe. I don't think they would be really hard to get and they probably are not safe, but they probably work better than the ones we have in the real world.

So if I could say the reason why killer got big is this one, Kid probably got some suspicious drugs and Killer used and there we are. We already know those dudes don't give a shit about risking their life and they are like "worthy to try"

Also I can see Law helping Killer with some surgery, but then Kid finds out that Law is also a captain and he gets mad because they get help from an enemy, and he is not blaming Killer but blaming Law and Law is just "wtf I literally help you?"

But yeah

Thanks for that, I love having someone to talk about this hahahha

[therealmylesmorales]

SFW Alphabet|| Lara Croft

Kiss kiss anon, here’s what you requested 🫶🏾

No warnings, I don’t think. Just low key Dorky!Lara. Might make that my brand.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

On a scale from 1-10, Lara’s a solid 9.5; the only reason why she’s not a 10 is because she’s away a lot. I’ve decided that physical touch is one of her love languages as well, love touching/being touched by you. Especially kissing. She would even playfully pout at you if you deny her of your touch.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Lara met you through Sam. You were a friend of Sam, meeting through university and got back in contact when you moved back to England. At first, you thought Lara didn’t like you you just made her super nervous. Eventually, Lara became a good friend to you as well, especially when Sam cut contact with Lara. The friendship…then the relationship grew from there.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddling is Lara’s favorite activity with you. She loves laying on top of you, completely covering your body like a blanket as you play with her hair. It’s often that Lara would nap while you did that. As for the big spoon/little spoon, Lara’s mostly the big spoon, loving the feeling of your body pressed against her.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Lara grew up with maids and chefs but spent enough time annoying around them where she picked up some tips. However, she enjoys your cooking more, claiming that your cooking is much better. She’s British y’all, give her a break.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

For kicks and gigs, let’s just say that Lara would want to break up with you. Lara’s mature, she would give you reasons on why she feels a certain way and for how long. She would want only space at first, just to see if her feelings would mellow out during that time period.

But if things don’t change, she would let you know that it’s not your fault; she’s the one that feels that way. And she would not want to stay in contact afterwards, knowing neither would heal if that’s the case.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As soon as that “girlfriend” title was placed, Lara would be all about you. And after a year of being together, she could see you being in her life forever. But she probably wouldn’t propose then and there, just give her time to plan it first. Unless you somehow throw off her plans by proposing first, she would just give you the ring after you had your moment.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

You’re like a flower to Lara. Beautiful and fragile, and she treats you as such. The way she cares for you is unlike anything you’ve imagined. She would never let you take on more than needed, more than willing to take on the load if you’re feeling too stressed over work.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

For the plot, just pretend that you’re short. Lara’s like 5’8”, just vibe.

Lara loves giving you hugs; resting her chin on top of your head, smelling your perfume, it brings her peace. Her hugs are warm, feeling her strong arms around you would make you feel safe. She gives you hugs around the same amount as her kisses..

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Lara almost said that shit on the first date. But she somehow held herself back, not wanting to scare you off. It surprised her that you were the first one to say it, after six months of dating. And ever since, Lara will always say it to you at least twice a day.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

We saw a jealous Lara. She would try to let you handle it. She trusts you with everything in her…just not other people. So, when she sees them being pushy and not respecting you, Lara would have to step in.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Lara’s kisses are soft, tender, almost as if she’s afraid you’d break if she’s too rough. And she lingers, like she wants you to remember how she feels even when she’s not there. Her favorite place to kiss you are your lips, obviously. Another common place to kiss you is your knuckles, she’s just in love with you like that.

As for her, Lara would never turn down a kiss from you, no matter where you decide to place it. However, the bridge/tip of her nose makes her giggle. I’d call that her second favorite type kiss.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Lara likes children but not enough to the point to want one of her own. She’s comfortable with just the two of you, maybe an animal or two as well. However, maybe more down the line, you would gain her attention if you mentioned having a child with her.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Those mornings where you both have nothing to do are Lara’s favorites. She’ll get to bask in the morning sun and in the attention you give her. Lara would try to keep you in bed for as long as she could until you pulled her out to get the day started.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Lara are tranquil. If you were apart for most of the day, she would lay with you, just to hear you talk; good, bad it wouldn’t matter to her, you would still have her full attention. Alternatively, if you spent the day together, there would be an hour where Lara would catch up with her own work or even read. It was her winding down time.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Lara would be shy during the first few meet up’s, so she’s unnaturally quiet. But over time, she would quickly warm up and reveal a few things about her. Just about anything would be on the table for her to talk about.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Lara is a very patient person, especially when it comes to you. It’s even rare for her to raise her voice around you. However, for those times that she’s running thin, she wouldn’t hesitate to ask you for a bit of space just to calm herself down.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

One thing we can’t do is deny how smart Lara is. She would remember something you mentioned once. One your first date. YEARS ago. Lara would have to remind you about a few things you said.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Lara’s favorite memory is when you agreed to be her girlfriend. It was your third date, when Lara finally understood that she didn’t need to be extravagant in order to impress you. She showed up at your apartment with a small gift and a bouquet, the question on the tip of her tongue but she hesitated; she wasn’t sure if her feelings were one sided and you only saw her as a good friend. Lara you fuck ass lesbian.

But that hesitation immediately washed away when you kissed her mid movie after sensing her nervousness.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Like I said in one of my first headcannons, Lara would teach you how to use a gun, and it would not be up for debate. Trinity might be gone but that doesn’t mean she’s free of enemies and she would be damned if they got to you. She would tell you about the weapons hidden around the manor just in case as well.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Lara puts effort with everything in her. She would always manage to bring you a small trinket from another country, to the point where you have an entire bookshelf filled with them. For your very first date, she rented out a museum and tried to impress you with her knowledge on a few topics. She nerded out a few times but she succeeded. And not to mention the time she took you to Hawai’i for your one year.

Moral of the story, Lara would go above and beyond for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Lara gets in her head a lot and forgets to do a lot of human necessities. When she’s locked up in her office, Lara would get obsessed over her next clue, the code she would have to crack and would accidentally ignore you. She would give you short responses or even politely decline your offers for food. Lara would feel bad about later, when she noticed you stopped coming in and would timidly apologize later that night.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Honestly…I don’t see Lara being that vain. Every other week, baby girl is covered in dirt, blood, mud and new scars. Yeah, of course she does her best but she dosen’t see the point in most days especially if she has to leave soon.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Lara wasn’t complete until she met you. She was going through the motions, life was a routine. Then you got added. You made her life more exciting, she couldn’t wait to be around you. You added something Lara didn’t know she was missing.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

No Edward Cullen type shit, but Lara loves to watch you sleep. When she wakes up before your alarm goes off, she likes to soak in those few extra minutes of your peaceful face. She would try to coax you awake with soft kisses to make your morning.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Lara doesn’t like people that are unnecessarily mean. Therefore, if your way of flirting with people is by being mean, you have no chance. Sorry, mean fems. You have a better chance with Claire than Lara.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

One thing for sure is that Lara is a heavy sleeper. When she’s out in the wild, she’s alert, waking up at every little noise so she gets little to no sleep. But at home, when she’s safe and with you? Not only will Lara sleep like a log, but be prepared to hear grown man snores coming from her after being away.

Another thing that Lara would do is keep you captive on the bed. Because, until she wakes up, Lara would not move off of you. Even if you try to move her arm from around you, she would whine and move closer to you. Luckily, Lara is an early riser.

[violetvenom]

Like other's have already mentioned it was never stated in canon.

The chapter cover makes pretty clear it's not just an accessory. If it was he wouldn't need to check if it's clean for reading and would just put it on the side. Also why wearing it in a clearly private moment at all?

And since we don't know exactly since when he actually wears it we just can speculate. I'd guess around mid-twenty because: I for my part speculate that his vampiric form took him back to his thirties based on the fact that it was stated that he is at his prime again.

It's usually said our bodies are physically the strongest at roughly 25 years -I say roughly because it's different for everybody and it can differ a few years more or less- and then starts slowly to decline. But it's different if you train regulary. Something we can be certain Walter must have done for a long while. Alucard got locked away as he was already in his fourties and then Arthur relied on him even more, even if there probably wasn't much to fight anymore. So he needed to train to be in a good shape just in case he actually gets send out for a clean up of some sorts. So it's fair to assume his strength would decline slower and could have been even improved into his thirties if we take athletes as reference, where the strenght also declines slower compared to lazy couch potatoes like I am. We saw in the fight against Alucard, while he regressed, a stage between "Dark" Walter and "Young" Walter for a very short moment.

I refer to this particular moment:

This meme will never not be funny to me because we all know Hirano is a huge pervert and he must have knewn what he did with Young Walter and those damn hips and butt.

Since Walter turns back to his 14-year old self shortly after the punch, I assume this specific stage of him is around twenty/early twenties. He looks clearly like a matured adult but not as old like Dark Walter does, who definitely has aged a bit at that point. And as stated before; around 25 our bodies start to agedie very slowly.

We can also see that he started to grow his hair out at that age and depending how fast his hair grew it could have taken him 2-3 years... Aaaaaand we are back at mid-twenty.

As he regressed he lost ponytail and monocle at the same time... could be a coincidence or not. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ This brings me to the point why he might wear it. I refer again to the chapter cover where he casually reads a book (and every other scene where we can see him reading). We can assume his right eye is still in a good shape because he doesn't wear reading glasses and still relays on the monocle only. While there is the possibility that only one eye regresses with age, which usually happens around 40, the more likely situation would be an illness or injury. Without further context I just post this page from The Dawn:

Still the most unflattering panel of Walter ever.

🤔

And an obligatory reminder how damn strong the Captain actually was:

He managed to split Alucard in half with a single kick and Walter still got his head on his shoulders after that punch!

(People who have read my analysis already know that I'm certain he can't be a "normal" human. That blow from the doggo would have been deadly...but this doesn't mean Walter is invulnerable.) Ofc I'm just speculating but I don't think it's too far off to assume that the punch could be the reason for his eye issue later.

I could see how Walter would refuse to wear a monocle till a certain more mature age. lol "This looks stupid.... I'm not wearing that! *proud butler noises* I can see fine even without it! *pours tea next to the cup while there is a vampire cackling in the distance*"

And with everything that is just speculation and an assumption, take it with a grain of salt and not as canon. I'm just writing down and pointing out what seems the most logically to me.

Can any Walter fans help me with this one? 😞 I always have this memory of reading at one point that Walter wears a monocle because his eye and head were injuried during one fight when he is older. It would make sense because if you look at that eye, it’s almost lazy and droopy but it could also be just the art style! This appears to be so both in the manga and ova. Even on a cover from a manga when the monocle is off, that eye is completely shut. Does someone else ever heard or read about this? If not at least let me know if these are just my delusions so I don’t spread misinformation!

[nessieart]

IRIDESCENT GREENS

CHAPTER ONE

Summary: Revna was a little girl when she traveled to Midgard with her grandfather. Though, she can’t remember why. Pairings: ??? x Original Character WC: 2.8K AN: just getting this out of my draft box!!

Previous

Tønsberg, Norway. 1803. Two weeks later.

The young couple that took Raven in – the little girl could only remember that name – had tried to search the nearby villages for any signs of her parents. To no avail, and the couple were losing hope on ever finding them. Who would just leave a sweet, innocent girl to defend herself in the middle of nowhere?

The couple, Jan and his wife Ailin, had two children of their own. Two sons, the older Filip, was around Raven's age, 10, or so it appeared. The youngest, Lòni, was 6.

Said children were outside playing while the couple spoke quietly in their cabin. It was a decent sized home for the little family, one large room with a big fireplace, a wooden countertop lined one wall, a basin for water on the other, and a big table separating the space in the center. Two rooms off to the side of the front door led into bedrooms, one for Jan and Ailin, and the other for their boys, and now Raven.

“What if we never find her parents? Or any relative for that matter, Jan?” Ailin worried her hands together, pinching the skin to distract her from the laughter outside. “That poor girl out there has no one in the entire world. What are we supposed to tell her?”

Jan furrowed his brows, his dirty blond hair falling over his forehead when he bent his head down and blew out a breath of frustration. “I don’t know, love, but we can’t send her out there on her own,” he looked out the window and could see his boys running through the tall grass trying to catch up with Raven, her long dark hair shining in the sun. Jan looked at his wife. They both worried for her, “What if… what if we take her to see Amma?”

Ailin’s eyes grew wide, her hazel eyes shining with worry, “You know what people say about her, Jan. Do you think it’s best we take her to some- some…seið-kona, magic-woman?” She paces away from him and back again, “They say she takes the souls of children to stay alive. I won’t take our children and Raven to see that witch,” she hisses out the end of her sentence.

Jan thought about it for a while, looking out through the window to see his sons rolling in the grass with the little girl. Her eyes didn’t seem as sad today as they had been since they took her in. The light wasn't bright, but it was better than the dull stormy green they were the first few days they knew her.

When Raven arrived at their home, she quickly took a liking to the boys. She was good at helping Ailin with housework and better at distracting the boys with yard work by making it a game. Jan and Ailin noticed the girl was full of mischief, always playing small tricks and jokes with Filip and Lòni. The boys loved it, and they seemed to grow attached to Raven in such a short time.

Jan nodded, and looked at his wife, "she can stay - she should stay here," he held up his hand to stop his wife from any objection, "Kurt said I can take extra work down at the docks. It wouldn't be an issue."

***

A month has gone by, and Raven has woven herself into the hearts of her new adoptive family. Jan and Ailin never planned on having more children, but with the abrupt arrival of the little girl, they couldn't find themselves happier with the new addition.

Raven was a smart girl, for seemingly having no memory of who she was or where she came from. She knew things someone two or three times her age would know. What type of plants help with illness, others for tea, or what herbs are best used for sores and open wounds. Many times did the boys' scraps and cuts heal twice as fast whenever Raven prepared a salve.

She had said she 'just knew', when asked about it. Something in the recesses of her mind giving her muscle memory for healing or taking care of someone. Maybe wherever her home was, she too had siblings or relatives that were prone to injury.

It was a cool autumn evening, Raven was gathering herbs and plants near the forest edge. Filip and Lòni played off to the side, running around tree trunks and branches, waiting for her to finish. While Raven was tying the last bundle of herbs together, she heard a pained shout not too far from her.

She looked around, standing up straight with brows drawn together, "Filip? What was that?" She called to him, and a few moments later, he came scrambling out of the treeline, breath heaving and tears staining his face.

"Raven! Raven, please!" Filips frantic cries reach her before he does, "There's a beast in the woods! It-it has Lòni trapped under some roots!" He grabs her by the hand and begins to pull her along, basket of plants left and forgotten.

"What do you mean, a beast? Filip, please slow down!" Raven struggled to keep her feet under her as she was being pulled behind Filip, breath huffing out as they ran through the woods. Not a moment later, they come around a large tree to see an extremely large beast indeed. Hooves beating down into the earth, sending mud and moss flying with each scrape. The muscles rippled under thick fur as it snorted and shook its massive antlered head.

“Elgr,” whispered Filip, his voice laced with fear as he gripped Raven's hand even tighter. “I have never seen one so close to the village,” he tells her. He then points to a mass of tangled roots that act like a cage, half covered in moss and dirt, and a giant boulder tangled in the mess. In the back of the cage-like roots was a small figure, clutching at his knees and face buried in his arms as his sobs and sniffles echoed through the clearing.

The giant Elgr, elk, reared back and beat his massive antlers against the roots, scraping and shaking the moss and dirt free. Some parts of the roots came free as it brought its head back up. Standing at its full height, it seemed to tower over even the highest tree. Raven crept closer on silent feet as she came out from behind the tree, Filip trying to hold her back, but his fingers slipped from hers. He hisses out her name, trying not to draw attention to themselves.

Raven could see scaring across the beast's haunches and shoulder blades. Thick fur cut through to show skin with healed over deep wounds. What looked like spears and arrowhead wounds, some places across its back still had arrows sticking out of it, but it seemed the wounds had healed over, no longer causing pain. The massive antlers upon the beast's head were long and sharp like sword edges, its black fur deep like a starless night sky only marred by the scars upon its body. The heavy hooves beat against the earth again, and Raven swore she could feel it deep in her bones. The elgr thrusts its antlers against the roots again, tearing away more moss and dirt trying to get to Loni.

Without another thought, Raven ran forward and put herself between the roots and the massive beast in front of her. It let loose a loud bellow, it shook the very ground they stood on. Lòni let out a sob as he looked up. He saw Raven with her arms held wide, her hair free from her braids as it flowed long down her back in the wind. Lòni and Filip stared in awe. They swore she seemed just as large as the beast in front of her. She seemed immovable, set in her determination to protect the young boy she thought of as a brother.

ᛒᛖ ᚷᛟᚾᛖ, ᚷᚱᛖᚨᛏ ᛒᛖᚨᛋᛏ. ᛚᛖᚨᚡᛖ ᛏᚺᛁᛋ ᚺᚢᛗᚨᚾ ᛒᛖ.

The words flowed out of her without a second thought, they sounded ancient and magical falling from her lips, the boys had no idea what she said, but they noticed the elgr raised its head to his full height and his breath fogged out of him in a giant snort.

Raven’s brows were set in determination as she stared down the beast in the eyes, her own eyes shining with unshod tears. She wasn’t going to let this creature cause any more harm to Lòni, or Filip, or anyone else, for that matter. The beast took a step toward her, his massive face lowering to look her in the eyes better. His eyes flashed with recognition for a moment, his eyes scanning her face before he sniffed at her, and a big exhale brushed the rest of her hair from her face.

Guds datter. Du snakker på gammelt språk. The giant’s voice echoed in the clearing and in her head. Raven dropped her arms and brought a hand to the elgr’s snout. He closed his eyes as she ran a hand up to his giant forehead and back down to his nose. A long exhale left the creature.

“Lòni, come out and follow your brother home,” Raven spoke over her shoulder to the boy. Her voice left no room for arguments, and Loni crawled out from his safe haven in the roots and ran to his brother. They embraced and looked back at Raven. “I will be fine,” she smiled at them. A blueish green glow lit up her eyes and surrounded her in waves of sparkles.

The boys stared at her for a moment, their feet stuck in place as Raven quietly spoke with the massive beast as if they were old friends. In a language, neither of them understood, but they felt the power in the words, the magic in them. With one final look, they left and made their way back home.

Daughter of Gods, you said. What did you mean? Raven spoke in that old tongue she had no idea she knew, but once she spoke it, she couldn't stop.

You are no mere mortal, Child. The elgr answered. You may look like the humans, but you are not one of them. It has been long since my kin has seen one such as you.

Do you know where I am from, elgr?

Frode- he tells her. My name, little one, is Frode. And I do not know where you hail from. Only that you are not of this world. Frode turns his head and nudges Raven to follow, so she does. She places a hand on his leg. She is just above his knee when he stands to full height.

Frode leads her deep into the woods, the canopy high and blocking out any sun from entering, whatever light does filter through. It's barely enough to light the way. Raven clings on to more fur as they delve deeper into the wood. He bends his large head down to her and tilts an antler to scoop her up in it. Raven fits perfectly in the smooth part of his massive antlers, and he can move at a quicker pace now that he doesn't need to wait for her small legs to keep up.

***

They traveled for a while, Raven drifting off into a light sleep as Frode carried them to wherever the destination was. It must have been dusk when Raven was jostled awake, the giant creature shaking his head to wake the girl.

We have arrived. He had said, lowering his head so Raven could slide off and onto the ground. She looked around the clearing, keeping a hand on Frode as they walked closer to the tall wooden building. The house was tall and angular, dark wood seemingly reaching up towards the sky the closer Raven walked towards the house.

A plume of smoke billowing steadily out of the chimney made the house even more ominous as she stepped up on the porch, and when she raised her fist to knock, she looked over her shoulder to Frode. He was still at the path that led back the way they came, his head bowed once to tell her to continue. Without further hesitation, Raven rapped her knuckles on the rough hardwood of the front door. She waited on baited breath for an answer, a noise of shuffling, or acknowledgment of her being there.

The door opened, creaking quietly on its hinges, Raven stepping into the cottage on hesitant feet, her shoulders pulled tight up to her ears as she walked further in the entryway. The house was warm and inviting, a clear contrast to the outside of the rickety building. A few boots were piled in the corner by the door, mud caked into the soles of well-worn boots. Above them were knitted shawls and sweaters, hung up on a makeshift coat rack, and a few wide brimmed hats took up the other spots.

Down the hall, there was a warm glow spilling onto the floor, like waves lapping at the shore, and Raven made her way further into the house. When she reached the doorframe the light was coming from, she could see a fireplace with the embers casting a light glow around the room. Candles lit on the counter and tabletops, a few dozen herbs in bundles drying overhead on one side of the ceiling, and the other had hanging dried meat. The room smelled of burning wood and wildflowers, roasted meat, and sweet cider. A large rippled paned glass window was on the right side of the room, the moonlight from outside pouring into the space and filling it with a serene light.

There was an older woman with her back facing Raven, her silver hair pulled back in braids that fell down her back. As she stood, she spoke into the space, “Come, child, come closer.” Her voice was honey sweet and accented, like Raven’s. The little girl walked further into the kitchen, her eyes scanning the room as she approached the older woman.

"Who are you?" Raven said with more confidence than she felt.

The older woman smiled. She was pretty, Raven thought. Now that she could see the woman more clearly, she wasn't as old as she appeared, maybe mid-30s. Her hair was more straw colored than the silver, and it appeared to be in the moonlight. Her eyes were a deep and dark green, her skin fair. She was tall, taller than the people who lived in her small village.

"The people around here call me Amma," her eyes sparkled in the candlelight as she studied Raven.

"My name is Raven," she supplied, "I have heard the children talk about a witch in the woods. Is that you?"

Amma laughed, light and airy, and she placed a delicate hand on Raven's shoulder. "Oh, my dear, I am so much more than that."

It felt like all Raven's worries and problems faded away at the touch of her hand.

"What brings you all the way out to me, little bird?" Amma ushered her to sit at the table, and she sat across from her.

Raven shook her head slightly, a fog rolling in around her mind. Her brows creased, "I-I was…looking for someone." Her voice lifted at the end, almost like a question. Now that Raven thought about it or tried to, she couldn't remember why she came into the woods.

Amma took the girl's hand, and as she did, the Runes that were long since forgotten on the inside of her wrists lit up. Amma hummed in amusement, “Oh, my my. Someone doesn’t want you getting out now, do they?” Raven's brows furrowed as she looked down at her wrists. She never noticed them before, or did she?

“Do you know where I am from, Amma? I have been looking for my parents, but I have been lost,” Raven twisted her wrist a little, the rune shimmering in the candlelight.

Amma thought for a long moment, eyes searching the little girl up and down. She hummed in thought and waved her hand in the air. A shimmer of greenish gold glow came from her hands as she did. “I might have a notion of where you are from, little bird, but it may take some time. To make sure, you see?” Raven nodded slowly, the Runes on her wrist glowed again. “In the meantime,” Amma continued, releasing the girl's hand, “why don’t you stay here? I could use the help around the house and garden,” she smiled sweetly and folded her hands on the table.

Raven was nodding her head yes before Amma finished her sentence, “I would love to stay, Amma, thank you.”

The woman let out an airy laugh, saccharine, and hollow, “My little bird, you can call me Amora.”

[blurbios]

Being Dabi's Doting S/O

warnings: food mention

other: gn! reader, fluff

part 2 of League of Villains' Doting S/O

Dabi wasn’t used to someone caring about him, like at all. He had grown so comfortable being alone and even with his new found companion group of the league, he continued to build up his walls. When he met you he knew he wanted you close, but he didn’t quite know how to get you there. Luckily enough, you grew fond of him fast, despite his attitude. He had always seen you asking whichever member it was how their missions went and if they needed anything from you, he hated how you never did it for him. You always wanted to, you wanted to rush to the door when he came home, but you figured Dabi would just poke fun, like he always did. He was emotionally lacking, so whenever he felt his mask slipping he opted to default with rude comments. You knew deep down he didn’t mean any of it, but it still stung sometimes and it definitely made you hesitate whenever you were around him.

However, you finally grew tired of the awkwardness and decided to do something about it. He was in his room, you hadn’t seen him leave it since he returned the night before, surely he was hungry, thirsty, something. You went into the kitchen to see what leftovers there had been from the lunch Kurogiri had cooked for the gang and made a plate for him. You made sure to grab a bottle of water too and began making your way to his room. When you got to his door you realized your hands were full, “Dabi?” You said, leaning towards the door. There was a long pause before you heard some movement on the other side. Another moment passed, it felt like a lifetime, you grew nervous and your stomach dropped. What if you woke him up? What if you’re just bothering him? The door opened, he didn’t look like someone who had a full night’s rest, he looked drained. You felt his eyes on you, so you lifted the plate and drink up slightly, hoping to shift his focus.

 “You trying to poison me or something?” 

You shook your head, “I haven’t seen you leave your room, I figured you’d be hungry. I mean you need to eat something, your body needs it—“ 

Your ramblings were cut short by a deep chuckle. “You’re keeping tabs on me now, huh?” 

You fought back a smile, “Please, just take care of yourself Dabi.” He grabbed the bottle and tossed it on his bed. As he grabbed the plate with one hand, he ruffled your hair with the other. 

“Why take care of myself when I know you’d do such a good job?” he teased. You’ve never seen him like this, yes he was still poking fun, but he was relaxed, the air wasn’t filled with tension. He’s only ever flicked your forehead in the past, so this was new. The interaction warmed both your hearts, and marked a new era for Dabi, one where he let you in and never let you go. Needless to say, you began to ask him how his missions went whenever he got back, you made sure he ate, and most of all, you made sure he knew that someone cared about him.

a/n: i was unsure how to write dabi because i feel like everyone has a specific version of him in mind, but i hope my version doesn't butcher him too much

[graneymar]

u and kylian are childhood friends and you and neymar are talking or whatever but kylian doesn’t know

#1. NEYBAPPÉ: JUST A FRIEND

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: none

PAIRINGS: Kylian x female reader friendly, Neymar x female reader romantically

"Where are you? Want to come over and watch a movie?", Kylian asked me through text. I bit my bottom lip, thinking of an excuse. Neymar sat down on the couch next to me, handing me another glass of wine, "Is anything wrong?" I sighed and pointed at my phone screen. Keeping my 'situationship' with Neymar a secret from my best friend felt like torture to me.

Kylian and I used to tell each other everything, we were like each others diaries. We grew up in the same neighbourhood and went to kindergarden and school together. He actually was like big brother to me. Back when I got bullied in school, he would always stick up for me. Whenever someone talked badly about me he'd make them shut up instantly. Sometimes he was a little too overprotective though. After I broke up with my first boyfriend of two years and Kylian found out he cheated on me, he made sure he would regret hurting me - by breaking his nose. I kind of had a thing for 'bad boys', which always led to me suffering from heartbreak and lovesickness. Since Kylian viewed me as his little precious sister he had to take care of, he slowly started hating every guy that I only laid my eyes on. I understood he was afraid I'd get hurt again, but he loved to exaggerate.

Neymar and I first met each other at Kylians birthday party and it simply clicked the very moment our eyes met. After that, the three of us would go out for dinner, attend parties or just relax at home every now and then. I always had a crush on Neymar, but I never told anyone, not even Kylian.

One night, Neymar and I accidentally bumped into each other at a club. I wasn’t able to find my friend I came with and I had more than enough drinks anyway, so he refused to let me go home alone and decided to go with me. Long story short, we ended up in bed and from that day on, we had our little 'situationship' going. Yes, of course I was developing feelings, but Neymar kept giving me mixed signals, so I assumed it wasn’t anything too serious for him. I was scared of Kylian finding out because I knew he would kill us, especially Neymar if I ended up getting hurt.

"Just don’t reply. I mean he doesn’t have to know where you are and what you are doing 24/7", Neymar shrugged it off and started playing the show we were watching. He was right, but I still felt bad for 'breaking' my best friends trust.

Drinking a few more glasses of wine, Neymar and I completely forgot about the show and were all over each other again. "Let’s go to the bedroom", he said as he pulled away, but continued to kiss my neck. I was sitting on top of him, his large hands running up and down my body. Right when I was about to get off of him after sharing one more kiss, the door bell rang. Neymar rolled his eyes. "Who the fuck…", he groaned annoyed, walking up to the door as he tried to hide the huge bulge in his pants. I sunk into the sofa, hoping we could continue where we stopped fast enough. "Hey man", I heard a familiar voice greeting him. No no no no. I jumped up, looking around to find a place to hide in, but Neymars furnishings were too simple. I couldn’t even run to hide in another room without getting noticed. My heart raced as I heard the footsteps getting closer. Fuck. "Kylian, bro, I'm not…", Neymar started, but Kylian entered the room before he could even finish, "… alone." Finishing his sentence was more than unnecessary because Kylian already stood a few metres away from me, looking at me in disbelief and confusion. I ran my hands through my hair in frustration and threw Neymar an angry look. He just shrugged, meaning he couldn’t do anything about it. "Y/N, what are you doing here?" I swallowed hard, unable to find a reasonable explanation. Kylian pouted and nodded slowly, noticing our wine glasses. "I guess it’s not the first time. Is this the reason you two have been so busy lately?" I tried to answer but I was lost for words. Not only have we kept our 'affaire' a secret from him, but we absolutely neglected him too. "Take your stuff, Y/N, I'll drive you home", Kylian said, making me shake my head from right to left and repeating the action. "I- I don't want to go home." His eyes widened. "I understand you only want what’s best for me and you’re trying to protect me from getting hurt, but I am a grown woman and got to make my own decisions and if I want to stay with Ney tonight, I will. There’s nothing you can do about it, I'm sorry." Neymar softly but proudly grinned at me. Kylian breathed in and out heavily. He was obviously disappointed and mad. "Y/N, could you leave us alone for a minute? I think we should talk about it", Neymar said. I sighed loudly walking out.

I was relieved, their conversation seemed to go well, both of them speaking calmly and quiet, but a few minutes in, Kylian raised his voice, "You don't know understand, Neymar! She has been so hurt so many times, I don't want to see her suffer because you take advantage of her and end this whole thing once you get bored!"

"No, you don't understand! It’s not just sex! I- I like her, I really do. I just didn’t figure out how to tell her yet", Neymar replied, lowering his voice at the last part. I literally forgot how to breathe, my heartbeat stopped for a moment. Kylian remained silent, but chuckled a few seconds later. "Are you telling me my two best friends are probably dating in near future?" Neymar whispered something, I couldn’t tell what it was, all I heard was Kylians laughter getting louder. "Are you done?", I asked entering the living room. Kylians wide grin expressing his amusement, Neymar looked somewhat uncomfortable. Before standing up, Kylian patted Neys shoulder, but he slapped his hand away in embarrassment. "You know what, you’re right. You’re a smart, strong woman and don’t need me to protect you from everything and everyone anymore", Kylian hugged me tightly, "Just don’t forget about the other sort of protection, yeah?“ He winked and laughed as he let go of me. "Shut up", I gasped.

"Have fun", were his last words before waving us goodbye and leaving the apartment.