#kosmos ficlets

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

can you write something w vessel praising reader like super lovey sex 🥺

❝sweet little bunny❞

➵ “you’re doing so good for me” —❤︎

pairing: vessel x gn!reader

theme: smut ❣︎

a/n: ofc i can ♡︎ the vessel stans have really flocked to my page now huh? hope you enjoy !!

cw: penetration. pet names. praise kink. no gendered language for reader’s body.

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oh my god, fluffy sex with vessel??? yes please holy shit??

this man is intimidating as fuck, but goddamn can he be an absolute sweetheart in the sheets

whenever he’s in the mood for something more vanilla, he’s a lot more quiet

short breaths and gasps, letting out long, deep sighs when he cums, whispering your name like a sacred prayer whenever he’s close to climaxing

goddamn this man sounds heavenly when he’s making you feel good

vessel’s voice is also a lot more soothing, with a twinge of poetic flair to his words whenever he’s praising you

always being so gentle with you <33 we love to see it

he always puts your pleasure first too. drilling his cock into you in such a sensual manner that has you seeing stars

and you can still feel the intimacy and affection from him, it’s such a surreal experience

“that’s it, baby. you’re taking me so well…”

you could only softly whine as you felt vessel’s hard shaft move deep inside of you. his movements were slow and sensual, but his rhythm had you on edge, and writhing underneath his grasp, begging for more.

“there… i got you.. fuck you look so good like this, taking my cock like the good little bunny you are.” he hissed out in pure euphoria, his hips pistoning inside of your hole in a way that had you seeing stars.

your wrists were being held tightly to the mattress by vessel, and you could only squirm in a lustrous need as he moved inside you. “vess… vess please..”

“shhh, it’s okay… i’m right here..” vessel whispered in a reassuring manner, dipping his head between the space in your neck to affectionately nip at your soft skin, leaving love marks as he trailed down.

his hands moved from your wrists to your hands, his fingers interlocking with yours, squeezing your hands with a loving grasp.

that simple action was enough to make you whimper in pure ecstasy, it was almost enough to distract you from how his dick was buried deep within your love canal.

vessel lived for this kind of pleasure.

this was the kind of love he loved to give to you.

he wouldn’t be this affectionate and attentive to anyone else but you. if it were anyone else, he couldn’t give less of a damn… but you… oh you were just a different story.

your presence was just so captivating, entrancing vessel in a dreamlike state every time he made love to you. you were his drug, so sweet and addicting.

and he was going to show that to you no matter what.

“shit, baby. you’re so tight around me… fuck.. i love it so much..” he moaned softly into your neck, his hips moving slightly faster. “i love you so much.”

his sweet words had you moaning like crazy. you couldn’t help it, the way he spoke to you like you were some kind of ancient deity was enough to get your legs shaking.

“f-fuck… vessel.. please..”

“please what, honey? tell me… tell me what you want.”

looking through the slits of vessel’s artistic mask, you could see nothing but pure love and lust clouding his eyes, and that just made the arousal in your core grow stronger.

“please.. harder..” you begged breathlessly, voice barely above a whisper.

vessel cursed silently at your words, and his hips rolled into you slowly, hitting a spot that had your legs spasming.

he smiled softly, and bent down to capture your lips in a loving kiss, before whispering. “of course, darling.”

and he moved even faster.

[sundaynightlive]

In Chaos There is a Kosmo, In All Disorder a Secret Relationship (Klance)

(Title - partial quote from Carl Jung)

“Hey—stop it!” Lance hisses, bolting from his office to where Keith is mindlessly toying with his Harry Potter Legos—his Harry Potter Legos (and all his Legos, really) are intensely important to him, and if Keith breaks any part of that glorious castle—

“I’m being careful,” Keith insists, pulling the Lego Hermione out of Lance’s reach, “I promise.”

Lance melts. He can’t not when Keith is looking up at him with those soft eyes and jutting his bottom lip out the slightest bit. Lance sits down across from him.

The castle sits next in the midst of a wide, glass coffee table in their little living room. It’s the best place for it, and it makes a nice centerpiece. Keith hadn’t been sure about it at first, but he came around once it was actually built.

It is pretty cool, he’d said.

“Sorry,” Lance mumbled, “You're a fully adult man, I don’t know why—“

“It’s important to you,” Keith interrupts, “I get it. I should’ve asked.”

Lance smiles softly—they haven’t always been this… functional. If they were still sixteen, they’d definitely be arguing about this. But here they are, twenty-two, behaving like a well-oiled machine.

It burns something warm and full in Lance’s chest, that he and his partner have been together six entire years and have only gotten better at it. He can’t wait to marry this man, can’t wait to see his face when he proposes. God, he’s hopeless.

Lance crawls over and pulls Keith’s lips to his own. Lego Hermione is discarded carefully on the table as Keith focuses all his attention on Lance. Fingers cupping his head, mouth earnest—that’s his boy.

Three knocks on the door.

They tear apart.

“Who the fuck—“

“Open uuuuuup,” that’s definitely Hunk, which would not be such an issue if Hunk knew. But nobody knows, least of all them. Lance was gonna tell them before he proposed, sit them down around a dinner table and lay it all out piece by piece, lie by lie.

This is bad.

“Oh my fucking god,” Keith breathes.

“We’re fucked,” Lance agrees, getting to his feet and helping up his boyfriend. “We’re so fucked. They’re never gonna forgive me—“

“Where do you want me?” Keith asks, “What do I do? Hide?”

“Yeah, you and every picture of us on the wall?” Lance hisses.

Hunk and Pidge have only been here in passing, never once stepping foot in Lance’s “bachelor pad” which they so affectionately and inaccurately called it. It wasn’t for lack of wanting to—they’d asked him to host a ton of times, but he’d always make some excuse or flat out say he didn’t like the idea of people in his space.

Little did they know it’s because he doesn’t live alone, he’s nowhere near a bachelor, and he hasn’t been since high school.

And he never told them.

In six years.

He’s unforgivable.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he’s muttering. Keith hurries into the bedroom as another round of knocks and some teasing come from behind the front door.

Furiously red and figuratively shitting his pants, he goes to answer.

“Busy?” Pidge asks when he opens it—and of course they’re here, too. As if this situation was not already bad enough with just Hunk—if they ask to come in Lance is well and truly boned.

“Is that Lizzie?” Hunk asks, and for a second, Lance is absolutely perplexed. He’s wedged in the sliver of the door he’s barely opened, trying to block their view of the apartment he very obviously could not afford by himself, and Hunk’s talking about someone named—oh. His brow furrows—but yes, reckless driving by Lizzie McAlpine is softly floating out from the Alexa somewhere behind him.

“Yeah,” he says, “What are you doing here?”

Hunk’s grin falls away. Lance feels a sharp pang of guilt in his chest—he wants this to be simple. He should’ve told them years ago, but it was complicated. Hell, Keith’s brother doesn’t even know and he stayed here for a week.

One hell of a week.

He could say they value their privacy, but mostly they’re just selfish. Contrary to popular belief, Lance is a quiet lover. Shouting it from the rooftops? Sure.

Coming home to something that’s inexplicably his? Not having to answer questions, not having people constantly asking after his boyfriend?It’s just… nice. It’s nice to be known so intimately. It’s nice to be them. No one else—just them.

“We brought takeout,” Hunk says, lifting up a bag Lance had not noticed, “We thought—“

And then, proving once and for all that the universe is not and has never been in favor of Lance McClain, Kosmo darts through the narrow space between Lance’s ankle and the door frame, and shoots down the hallway. Pidge jumps back, startled, and Hunk catches them by the shoulders, dropping the takeout. Lance, endlessly more concerned about Keith’s cat than his dirty little secret, throws open the door and is bounding down the hall in a second.

He hears a door open and close—Keith has clearly heard and is also blasting out past Hunk and Pidge, which is good, because where Lance is fast, Keith is agile. Lance gets around Kosmo and in front of the steps, at which point the animal does some insane, ineffable maneuver that sends him back the other way. When Kosmo tries to dodge Keith’s grasp, the boy literally jumps, tucks and rolls, snatching Kosmo firmly against his chest.

The cat doesn’t even wiggle—it’s as if this has all been a fun little game of tag and now that he’s safely back in his dad’s arms, everything is alright.

You know, except Hunk and Pidge.

“Look what you did,” Keith accuses sweetly as Kosmo bumps his nose into the boy’s chin. “You got papí in trouble.”

Kosmo meows in response. Keith returns to the apartment while Lance wracks his brain for what to say. Hunk and Pidge are torn between gaping at Keith—who they have rarely seen since high school—with wide eyes, and Lance, eerily silent and so, so boned.

“Go on in,” Lance says finally, gesturing toward the apartment, “We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

[heavilycaffeinatedsblog]

I was so happy to be part of @klance-daydreams's Klance Secret Santa! I was given @linipik and wrote a lil ficlet about Christmas Eve with klance and the gang :)

Merry Christmas!

Under the swell of Christmas music, Lance heard the clear sound of a puppy going somewhere they shouldn’t.  He snickered at the sound of Keith’s frustrated groan from the living room.  “Again?” He called. “Again,” Keith grunted along with the sound of jingling ornaments. “Kosmo, down.” Lance smiled as he listened to Kosmo’s soft whine and the scratch of his paws as he was tugged back from shoving his face into the Christmas tree. “God, he’s obsessed,” Keith sighed.  “He learned it from me,” Lance said proudly. When he told Keith, and by proxy Kosmo, to arrange the presents around the Christmas tree, he figured something like this would happen.   Eager paws slapped against the linoleum and Lance’s smile widened as he felt a small, wet nose brush against his ankle.  Lance looked down and smiled. “Hello, angel.” The Husky panted happily, tongue sticking out as he blinked at Lance.  “Don’t encourage him,” Keith grumbled, voice coming closer. Lance smiled when he felt arms wrap around his waist. “Smells good,” Keith murmured.  “I would hope so, considering that’s all it’s supposed to do,” Lance gave the cranberries, oranges, and cinnamon another stir. “It’s a simmer pot.” Keith’s chin dug into Lance’s shoulder as he peered over. “Hm.” “Now, what is that?” Lance said, turning in Keith’s arms to arch an eyebrow. “What?” Keith laughed, tugging lightly at the belt loops in Lance’s jeans.  “That felt like a judgy hm.” “I would never judge you and your simmer pot,” Keith said teasingly.  “Good, because your best boy is obsessed with it,” Lance said, waving the ladle to where Kosmo was sniffing eagerly next to the stove. Keith shook his head in disbelief, clicking his tongue and guiding Kosmo back into the living room. It was Christmas Eve. They were hosting a Christmas party for their friends and Lance was pretty determined to make it perfect. Keith was being his standard, endearing self and had Lance take the helm. Lance smiled a little to himself, already envisioning how Keith would happily hover in the corners of the party, taking people’s plates and refreshing drinks while Lance entertained front and center.  That was why they worked so well.  The Christmas tree rattled again.  “Kosmo, we are going to fight.” *** Christmas music rolled into the living room. There was a steady hum of people laughing  and chatting, the clink of wine glasses and beer bottles. The simmer pot was doing its God given duty and making the place smell like a winter wonderland.  Lance noticed Keith paused to study the pot with interest on several occasions and made a mental note to tease him about his intrigue later. Pidge and Hunk were leading a competitive game of Christmas charades, Hunk miming what looked like a sleigh ride.  Shiro, Adam, Allura, and Romelle were shouting out random guesses, ranging from chopping down a Christmas tree to driving in the snow. Keith was leaning against the wall behind them, watching with a small, content smile. But Lance could see the beginning of a competitive flicker in his eye.  Lance paused, let his heart clench as he watched his boyfriend, and then put Hunk out of his misery. “Sleigh ride.”  Hunk dropped, exhausted. Keith shot his boyfriend a challenging look, a smile growing. Hunk mimed lifting something light and hanging it.  “Decorating a Christmas tree!” Keith fired out. “Oh Jesus,” Shiro groaned. “You’ve set them off now.” Keith was leaning forward, watching Hunk like a hawk as he read the next piece of paper.  After a moment of thinking it over, Hunk acted as if he ate something and grimaced. Lance stared at him cluelessly. “Fruitcake!” Keith shouted suddenly.  Hunk looked impressed, nodding as he grabbed another piece of paper. He dramatically shivered. “Cold!” Lance shouted. “Snowing!” Keith followed.  Hunk tapped his nose and mimed smoking a pipe. “Scrooge!” “Snowman?” Allura asked.  Hunk tapped his nose. “Frosty the Snowman!” Keith and Lance bellowed. 

*** “I will sever your head and put it on a post if you don’t move.”  As their friends gasped and laughed, Keith threw on a cheeky grin from where he sat on the last chair. They were both crammed on the seat, their hips shoved against each other’s as they attempted to push the other off the chair. Keith had the advantage, smart enough to grab the other side of the chair so he was actively pulling himself to the other side. Lance was hanging off the edge, losing ground quickly.  Lance tried stopping on Keith’s feet, but the idiot was clever enough to keep his boots on, so Lance’s glittery Christmas socks did little damage. Keith’s cheeks were flushed from eggnog and his smile was wide and loose and he looked a little too gorgeous.   Lance eyed him, wondering how dirty he could play this without scandalizing their friends. They were all laughing, crammed together on the couch and methodically placing bets on who woud lose.  They were playing a type of musical chairs. The last person on a chair would get the $50 VISA gift card hanging on the Christmas tree. Shiro and Hunk were the first ones out, not nearly as savage as the others. Allura nearly tripped Romelle trying to get her out of a chair, Pidge looked close to biting Lance at one point, and now Lance was debating using his body to get what he wanted.  “Don’t,” Keith was grinning darkly now, as if reading Lance’s mind. “It’s Christmas.”  Lance weighed his options. “I’ll do the dishes.” Keith huffed dismissively at that, pushing himself further.  “And I’ll take Kosmo out to poop tonight!” Lance said, desperation sneaking through.  It was supposed to be hideously cold that night and Keith had already been bemoaning having to scoop up Kosmo’s poop out of the snow. “Not worth it,” Keith was smirking now. Lance could have surrendered. But his competitive streak was called a streak for a reason.  “Fine, how about this?” Lance leaned forward and whispered something in Keith’s ear.  Keith’s smug smile dropped as his neck flushed pink. He instantly stood, letting Lance triumphantly slide onto the chair fully.  Their audience on the couch erupted.  *** With only a few curses and confused barks, Keith successfully got the Christmas sweater over Kosmo’s head.  He grinned triumphantly as Kosmo’s tail thumped against the ground. “I think he likes it.” “I would hope so,” Lance leaned against the doorframe. “You were bloodthirsty in that game.” “The only way to play White Elephant is seriously,” Keith said with a wry smile, getting to his feet and reaching for Kosmo’s leash.  “Don’t clean up without me,” he reminded Lance, giving him a short peck on the lips before leaving Kosmo towards the door. With an excited bark, they were out the door. Lance stretched, yawning as he surveyed their kitchen. There was a sizable stack of dishes and glasses, a trash bag full of wrapping paper from the White Elephant game, but other than that, there wasn’t much to clean. Still, Keith had a weird thing about sharing the chores, so Lance instead moved to tidy up the living room. He found himself smiling widely, heart full from an evening with friends.  With a sigh, he sank onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling. He imagined the rest of his night. Keith would return and maybe could be convinced to push back cleaning the kitchen a little longer. They could lay on the couch and watch the fire and talk in low, hushed voices, and watch until it was Christmas. Lance felt like dishes would be easier in the early hours of Christmas rather than the end of Christmas Eve.  Then they would go to bed, not rushed, a little lazy, and would spend the morning quiet and calm, curled together with coffee and Kosmo, and then they would load up the car with too many presents because Lance got carried away as he always does, and then go to his family’s house. It all felt perfect, like he had finally caught something he had been reaching for. It was like a dream.  Lance smiled as the door opened. 

[raayllum]

Was considering making this a ficlet (and I still might) but a tiny meta for day 3 of Snake Boi Callum week: Your Deepest Truth / Complicated.

But I really steadily appreciate how arc 2 builds up Callum's deepest truth, not only in regards to the Knowing motif or the full set up (explored in further detail here), but also in other indications throughout the season. Season 4 starts small, with Ezran's faith ultimately being what Callum 'sees' clearly in 6x06:

Then season 5 takes this same idea — of enduring love, of deep love, of love being knowing and presence in contrast to absence, uncertainty, and lack of / repressed love — and builds on it.

[To love is simply to] know this: the tides are true as the ocean is deep. It means I trust her. Unconditionally. (5x01)

Rayla. We've been through a lot, and a lot has changed. Well, some things have changed, but not everything. I would do anything for you. (5x04)

The Ocean arcanum is accepting there are depths you can't see, parts of yourself you can't understand, and things you can't control. (5x08)

So 5x01 and 5x08 take that idea of love having untold depths, and link it to the ocean arcanum (and Callum's understanding of the arcanum). Said arcanum is also scaffolded on Callum's experiences on Finnegrin's ship, specifically his choice to do dark magic again, which is also lampshaded by Finnegrin's dialogue throughout the episode referencing Callum's vow(s) to Rayla in 5x04 ("You'll do anything for them" / "I hope you know—" "I know" / "To love is simply to know this").

Then we get to season six, which uses other characters and dynamics to build up to Callum (and Rayla's) connection in 6x06.

Viren's "The path of freedom is the path of truth" in 6x01 sets in motion the — at the time — subtextual notion of Rayla being in opposition to Aaravos and the embodiment of Callum's freedom. Janai says to Amaya in 6x02 that "You are my heart and my truth. If I ever start to doubt you, I'll know that I am truly lost." When Terry encourages Claudia to make her own choices in 6x04, he cites, "Only you can see your own deep truth. Only you can decide the path you’re going to walk. [...] You have to choose the way. What do you need to find your truth?"

So in quick succession, we have truth associated with 1) something deep and inherent, 2) the subsequent path of / to freedom, 3) someone being your heart / that it can be someone in your life. All of these concepts are reaffirmed in Rayla's lullaby in 6x05 with the added bonus of identity:

RAYLA: "Though the sky is dark tonight, I still shine for you my dear. The moon is more than just her light, I am near; my love is here. Though you feel so much alone, oh, my darling, do not fear. Hold to what you've always known, I am near; my love is here. Though my face cannot be seen, the answer in your heart is clear. I am the moon, the silver queen. I am near; my love is here." I know who you are. Esmeray.

Callum goes into the darkness in 6x06, and it's all he can see. He's literally blindfolded and can't see Rayla's face. Yet he sees her — Rayla's love for him, and his love for her — as his Light. As his heart and path and truth. His deepest truth. What seemed so complicated in her absence and confusing upon her return is eclipsed by the sanctity and assuredness of what he knows down to his bones, and thereby knows himself through in his own sense of identity as well.

I would tell you that you all my choices were nothing and you were everything. (6x03) KOSMO: The truth is complicated. VIREN: Life is complicated. But if it's love, nothing else matters. (6x06)

(This is also reflected in Claudia's assertions in 6x08 that Viren "needs to show [her] the right path. You taught me who I am and how to love myself" though we'll see if those hold.)

This also, as noted in the above metas, link to Aaravos' stances on truth. He never lies because he never needs to. Sol Regem accidentally killing his mate is a "deep, dark truth." The tagline for his S7 poster forewarns, "Lies hide in the shadows, but the darkest truths hide in the light."

While Rayla being Callum's deepest truth isn't complicated, the direction his love for her may steer his choices could be truly, temporarily awful, and I for one can't wait.

[mosscreeper-ao3]

October 2024 writing challenges directory

Flufftober (prompts from @flufftober)

Pairings are in green. Please be mindful of the difference between "/" (romantic or sexual) and "&" (platonic) pairings

Lost pet meet cute-Kaidan & Rocky (his dog from my main mShenko series)

"Left, other left!"-mShenko

Favorite scent-Kaidan & the Normandy crew

Market day-MFE friendship

Acorn, pinecone, chestnut-Jaith

Mistaken identity-Keith & Shiro (Broganes)

Hoodie weather-Jaith

Chopping and piling wood-mShenko

"Don't do that." "but-Jaith

Bet, game, contest-Jaith, Veraxca, MFE friendship

Ingredients and spells-Paladin friendship

"This is spooky." "Really?"-Klance

Attic, cellar, hidden room-solo Keith

Fantasy AU/Mundane AU-Jaith

"What are you wearing?" "It's laundry day."-Jaith

Yes, no, maybe-Jaith

Rainy Day (alt prompt)-Jaith

Bewitched-Jaith

Yarn-mShenko

Paw-Keith & Kosmo

Bonfire-mShenko

Heirloom-solo James Griffin

Stormy night-Jaith

Comfort food-MFE friendship

Haunted house-Klance

"I can't find it."-mShenko

Afternoon stroll-mShenko

Lucky charm-MFE friendship, Jaith

Time capsule-Paladin Friendship

"Forever?"-Jaith

"Make a wish."-Jaith

Whumptober (prompts from @whumptober)

This one is mostly split into two fics with each prompt being a chapter. One exploring James' emotional state after Keith leaves and the other exploring Keith being captured during a BoM mission.

A few prompts are turned into one shots and drabble collections.

Keith's fic (Dear Agony) covers the following prompts

Day 1-race against the clock/search party

Day 3-set up for failure/wrongfully arrested

Day 4-hallucination/sensory deprivation

Day 7-only for emergencies/unconventional weapons

Day 8-sleep deprivation/forced to stay awake

Day 12-starvation/"just a little more"

Day 16-necrosis/wound cleaning

Day 21-body horror/spirit possession

Day 22-bleeding through the bandages/reopening wounds

Day 24-radiation poisoning/equipment failure

Day 26-nightmares/parting words regret

Day 29-fatigue/"who said you could rest?"

James' fic (Terms and Conditions) will cover the following prompts

Day 2-trust issues/role reversal

Day 5-sunburn/heatstroke

Day 6-not realizing they're injured/unhealthy coping mechanism

Day 9-obsession/broken window

Day 11-seeing double/loneliness

Day 13-team as family/"death will do us part

Day 14-left for dead/“Because I want you to know what it feels like to be haunted”

Day 18-revenge/loss of identity

Day 23-forced choice/broken pedestal

Day 28-denial/CCTV

Day 31-asking for help/"I'm alive, I'm just not well"

Jaith drabble +ficlet collection (Twin Skeletons)

Day 10-blow to the head/"I can't think straight"

Day 15-childhood trauma/"I did good, right?"

Day 17-nowhere else to go/"we had a good run"

Shiro drabble collection (I've Grown Tired of This Body)

Day 25-surgery/"it's for your own good", solo Shiro

Day 27-voiceless/muzzled, solo Shiro

Day 30-recovery/"what have I done", solo Shiro

One shots

Day 19-blood trail/"is there anybody out there?", Paladins

Day 20-emotional angst/"it's not your fault, Shiro & Keith (broganes)

Kinktober below the cut

Kinktober (prompts from @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction)

Pairings are in green.

Edging-Jaith

Love bites-Jaith

Breath play-Shiro/Curtis

First time-Allurance (all Allurance will have trans Lance)

Nipple play-Allurance

Mirror sex-Jaith

Secret reltionships-mShenko

Fingering-Romelle/Allura

Sex pollen-Jaith

Scissoring-Allurance

Threesome-Kallurance

Kneeling-Jaith

Shower-Klance

Begging-mShenko

Surrender-mShenko

Public-mShenko

Praise kink-Jaith

Psychic bonds-femShep/Liara

Fuck or die-Jaith

Whipping-Shiro/Curtis

Bondage-Shiro/Curtis

Shotgunning-Jaith (college AU)

Blindfold-Allurance

On the desk-Jaith

Sleepy sex-Shiro/Curtis

Marking-Jaith

Body worship-mShenko

Face sitting-Romelle/Allura

Hair pulling-mShenko

Afternoon delight-Shiro/Curtis

Free space, swimming-Jaith

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Mothmom's Voltron Masterlist (As of 01.25.24)

Key:

HC = Headcanons (most asks)

OS = One Shots, Ficlets, Drabbles (stand-alone pieces longer than bullets)

CS = Longform & Chapter Stories

CYOA = Choose Your Own Adventure (parts where Reader, s/o, makes different actions to appeal to different, separate characters)

Matchups = Character Matchups for Different Fandoms (readers get paired with a character based on their personality)

Hot! = Adult/NSFW Content

🌙🌠 Voltron: Legendary Defender 🌠 🌚

Lotor:

HC: Lotor with a Dyslexic Significant Other

Keith:

HC: Keith introduces Kosmo to his s/o but he gets jealous of the attention they start to give the space doggo

[yelmor-boots]

Extending an Olive Branch

A small story that randomly popped into my head so I decided to write it down. So, here’s a quick fic for Keith and Kosmo in the modern world. Bit of animal abuse but it is very slight. Hurt and comfort. The perspective is through the dog’s eyes.

If you don’t want to read it here, feel free to go to the AO3 link here -> Extending an Olive Branch by RedLion003

He didn't quite understand why his master kicked him out of the house. One minute, everything was fine. The young girl was stroking his fur with a dazzling smile. Her kind eyes brightening as she cuddled him close to her chest. He liked the attention. She was a sweet girl. When she saw him on the edge of the road, lost as ever, she had begged her father so they could keep him. He reluctantly agreed but seemed to pride over the happy grin on his little girl's face. He loved prancing around in their backyard, chasing her between the trees. She sometimes waved a stick in his face and threw it to the other side of the field. He didn't quite understand why she did that. He just wagged his tail and looked up at her with a tilted head.

She bought him a ball once. She threw it far off into the distance and told him to fetch. But if she threw it away? Why would she want it back? She stopped trying to play her weird game after a while. He has come to be very fond of the human. He swore to protect her no matter what. He was alarmed when she woke him up during a thunderstorm, hugging him close and crying into his mane. All he could do was whine and kiss her face. It seemed to make her feel better. The reason behind her sadness was because of her parents. He heard them shout a lot in the kitchen or the living room. They didn't sound too happy. He tried to calm down their anger once but the mean woman kicked him aside.

The little girl was utterly traumatized at the sight. He didn't like seeing her sad. So he started barking at the mean lady. She started yelling at her husband again and he felt himself being picked up by the scruff. He whined and barked as the man pulled him to the front door. The poor girl was screaming for her dad to stop. Asking what he was gonna do with him. He tossed him out onto the porch and turned to the little girl, "I told you he was dangerous. It's a wolf! Probably escaped the zoo when we found it."

"He's just a puppy!" She pleaded, hanging onto her father's jacket. Her eyes wide and pleading. He threw his daughter's grip off him and yelled at her.

"He ain't gonna be a puppy forever." He turned back to him, the puppy barking and trying to reach his master. "Shoo! Scat! Get out before you dare hurt my little girl." He chunked and scratched at the door. Why wouldn't they let him go to her? He barked sadly, watching as tears streamed down the little girl's face. "Scat!" the man screamed, kicking the screen door. He chunked in alarm and hurried away from the door. Halfway down the parking lot, he looked back to see the door obscure his vision on the family. He ran up the porch again and scratched. He yipped, trying to get their attention. But they were dead silent now. He yipped again, sniffing under the door. But they did not come back out.

He turned back to the road, jumping down the stairs. He cried as he stared at the empty street. He walked down the concrete sidewalk, looking around in confusion. Where was he supposed to go? He yipped at the empty road but nothing came to help him. He came to a more crowded part of town. People going home from late night shopping or midnight jogs. He curled up in an alleyway, staring at the many people walking along the path. No one noticed him. He cried in his shadow, shaking from the cold wind and drizzling rain. Footsteps and cars roared in his ears.

The rain started pounding harder against the ground. A loud boom made him yelp in surprise, staring up as the clouds lit up. Another flash and a loud crackle of thunder and a flower pot fell from an apartment window. It made him hurry into the street, tail between his legs and eyes wide. He heard the startled shout of someone next to him and he scrambled away from the passing person's feet. He looked up at the new person. Dark hair curled from beneath a red scarf and hood. He had dark eyes and a strange jacket. A lightning bolt-like print across the cover. He kneeled in front of him with placating hands.

"It's okay, boy. Are you lost?" He slowly reached out a gloved hand. He skeptically sniffed the person's hand and cautiously leaned his head into the boy's hand.

"Who's this?" questioned a new voice. The boy looked up to a bigger man, his arms crossed as he examined him.

"I don't know," the boy admitted, running his hand around his throat. He read off the collar his master has given him a few days into living with them. "Kosmo. That your name, boy?" He gave a small yelp of agreement.

His friend spoke up, "Let's take him home. Find out where his owners live."

He gently stroked Kosmo's face and carefully picked him off the ground. Kosmo yelped in surprise but the boy instantly calmed him. "It's okay. You're okay. Let's take you home." Shielded from the rain, they walked through the streets.

[callaeidae3]

"I'm fine.": The Ruins

In a missing scene from "The Ruins", Kolivan is rescued and Keith recovers from fighting Macidus. Keith reflects on how Kolivan's been a father figure to him throughout his time as a Blade.

Takes place after Prompt 27.(Two) Black Paladins and after Prompt 1. Naxzela

Last chapter of Breaking Protocol

[stormyblue90]

Remembrance

Decided to write a bit of a bittersweet Kassidas ficlet. I have another, happy idea to write later, but I wanted this one out of the way first. You can get a palate cleaner whenever I end up writing it!

Pairing: Kassandra/Brasidas Assasins Creed Odyssey

warnings: canon character death... and possible tears reading this...

Golden light from the evening sun glinted off the edge of a bronze shield, set beneath an old willow tree. Kassandra sat before the small memorial she had built in front of her childhood home. It was small, simple, and centered around an old, battle worn Spartan shield. A small engraved plaque lay before it, reading the name "Brasidas of Sparta, Son of Tellis and Argileonis of Sparta".

It was the anniversary of the Battle of Amphipolis and Kassandra spent much of the day mourning the loss of the great general, her love. She remembered their last night together before the Fates so cruelly snatched him away, sending him to Hades. Tears threatened to fall, as they always did when she thought of him on this day.

"And what of these?" Brasidas asked, tracing the prominent scars on Kassandra's right arm. She had nestled herself in his arms, head under his chin. Both in a state of undress due to their earlier lovemaking.

"A very nasty pack of wolves on Kephallonia." Kassandra replied, "They were terrorizing a small farm. I think I was only sixteen at the time. Before I really made a name for myself as a Misthios. Another, more experienced mercenary WAS going to hunt them down, but he was a braggart and I beat him to it."

Brasidas laughed lightly at the thought of a teenage Kassandra taking on a pack of wolves, no doubt determined to prove herself and show up an older prideful mercenary, and too stubborn to back down from such a challenge. "Why am I not surprised you started such a life so young?"

She shrugged. "Not much a choice really. When you've been trained to fight, and your...'caretaker' is a bumbling idiot, you learn quickly becoming a Misthios is your best option."

He gently nuzzled into her loose hair, kissing the top of her head. Both were silent for a moment, before Kassandra spoke up.

"But... I do sometimes wonder what a simpler life would be like." she admitted.

"Is that so? And what kind of life do you dream of?"

Kassandra thought about it for a moment. In truth she wasn't sure she'd ever have such a life. A lifetime of fighting, surviving, and since she left Kephallonia, on the run from all manner of enemies.

"I'm...not entirely sure." she answered, "I just know one things family, my family."

Brasidas smiled, "Well, you've already started on such a path. You have your mater, your old house."

Kassandra sobered, "Just...need to bring my brother back. I promised Mater after all."

They both knew that would be no simple task, if it could be accomplished. Alexios suffered a lifetime of torture and brainwashing at the hands of the Cult, to be twisted and warped into their weapon, Deimos. However if anyone could do it, it'd be the Eagle Bearer Kassandra. Brasidas was confident she'd fight the entire pantheon if she had to.

"You will. I know it. You're too strong and stubborn." he replied, causing a small chuckle to erupt from Kassandra, lightening her mood. "But... perhaps you could have more." he added, a sense of unsureness in his voice as he trailed off.

Kassandra lifted her head to look at him, "What do you mean?" she asked.

Brasidas momentarily averted her gaze, suddenly seeming nervous. Rather uncharacteristic of the brave and confident Spartan she knew.

"Well, perhaps in the future, when this is all over of course... and you've reunited your family, we- I mean you..."

"Yes?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

He swallowed the nervous lump in his throat. "You... would choose to be my wife?"  he finished, finally meeting her gaze again.

Kassandra's eyes widened and her eyebrows shot up at his proposal. His eyes looked so nervous and vulnerable, afraid she'd say no and break his heart.

"I-I would not stop you from taking contracts, and I understand if you don't want to-" he quickly stammered, feeling like she'd reject him, she was a misthios, always on the move after all. Settling down just didn't seem like something she'd WANT; dream of perhaps, but not actively pursue it.

Brasidas' fears were quickly expunged from his mind as Kassandra's lips slammed into his own, her hands cradling his face.

"Yes! By the gods YES!" She answered when she pulled away, a huge smile beaming on her face.

Brasidas returned with an equally bright smile of his own as she pressed her forehead against his. He kissed the tip of her nose as she laughed joyfully.

"I love you." He whispered.

"And I love you." Kassandra replied, kissing her lover once again.

A single tear fell down Kassandra's cheek at the memory. That had been their last night together. The Battle of Amphipolis tragically ripped him from her life.

While she had succeeded in bringing her brother home, she'd be lying if she said there wasn't a small part of her that wanted to kill him for taking Brasidas from her. However Kassandra pushed that thought out of her mind. It was the monster Deimos and the Cult that killed her lover, not her brother. Not Alexios.

She did promise Myrrine she'd do whatever it took to bring him back. Kassandra also had other reasons for sparing him, one BECAUSE of Brasidas. She learned from him that not every solution has to end in death when she spared Lagos and saved his family. However one she had yet to reveal to her mother at the time. A reason she only discovered shortly after finding out Aspasia was the Ghost of Kosmos, and killing her. After that, she refused to spill any more blood if she could avoid it.

"Mater!" a small voice called, pulling Kassandra out of her memory and back to the present.

A little girl of six came running out of the house, carrying wooden dolls in her hands. Kassandra turned towards her daughter. Every time she looked at her, she saw Brasidas, their daughter looked so much like him. She had his pale, hazel-brown eyes. However it wasn't just the color that was the same, but the compassionate nature he possessed in them as well; but like him could be filled determined ferocity.

"Yes Phoibe?" Kassandra answered as the little girl ran over and settled herself in her mother's lap.

"They're finished!" Phoibe exclaimed, holding up the little wooden dolls she carried.

"Oh did Grandmater help you with those?" Kassandra asked.

Phoibe nodded, "Uh-huh. And Grandpater too!"

Of course he did. Kassandra thought, it seemed Nikolaos was doing everything possible to be the father he couldn't long ago for his granddaughter. From the moment he first held little Phoibe, he vowed he wouldn't make the same mistakes again with his family. He'd make it up to the children and wife he failed a lifetime ago.

Phoibe showed off the dolls as she placed them on the memorial, in front of Brasidas' shield.

"Here's Pater!" she explained, placing a wooden doll depicting a man with a shield, spear, and red cloth for a cloak wrapped around it. "Aaaand you Mater..." she continued, this time a figure of a woman with a broken spear in hand. "Then ME!" she exclaimed as she placed a much smaller child figure in front.

Kassandra smiled warmly, Phoibe loved making little dolls and other toys with her grandparents. "Aren't you forgetting some?" She asked.

"Oh yeah!" Phoibe dug into her pocket and pulled out a tiny, bird shaped carving. "Ikaros!" She cried, as the the eagle himself cheeped happily from the tree branch he was perched on.

"I didn't have enough material to make everyone else though... But I will!" she admitted. "Uncle Alexios said he wanted to help this time when he comes back."

"Did he now?"

Phoibe nodded. Alexios always left Sparta on this day, likely the guilt and shame he felt was too much to stay around his sister and niece. He still blamed himself for Kassandra losing her lover, for his niece never knowing her father. Even if Kassandra eventually forgave him.

She still remembered the look of intense pain and guilt on his face when Phoibe asked why she didn't have a father like her friends. She was four at the time. There was no point in lying to her. They told her the truth, that her beloved uncle killed him before she was born. However Alexios said it was a monster called Deimos inside him that killed the girl's father. He wasn't wrong, but when he admitted it he was terrified the niece he came to love would hate him. She never did. When she asked if the monster was gone, he nodded, saying he and his family killed it a long time ago. It was then she hugged him tightly, saying he wasn't a monster, he was her uncle, and she still loved him. Alexios broke down in tears and hugged her back when she said it.

Phoibe spoke up again. "He said he wanted to help because he wanted to make sure I made him look really strong and powerful... and to make Uncle Stentor ugly enough."

Kassandra snorted as she laughed, hugging her daughter close as she giggled back. "I see then." she answered.

For a few minutes she just held Phoibe close, admiring her daughter's handiwork. She was getting better at making her little toys. Her daughter was a fast learner both in creating toys, and in fighting. Kassandra made sure to keep with the family tradition of training her daughter to fight as well as the Spartan boys, better she hoped.

"Do you think Pater would be proud of me? I pray to Hermes all the time that he gets my messages." Phoibe asked innocently.

Kassandra kissed the top her head. "He IS proud of you Phoibe. And he loves you so much." She answered.

"Really?" Phoibe replied, looking up.

"Yes. He lives in Elysium now, and Hermes brings him ALL of your messages." Kassandra answered. "And one day, a loooooooong time from now, after you've had thousands of adventures, you'll get to see him. You'll get to tell him everything yourself."

"And Great Grandpater too!" the little girl added.

"Oh yes, him too. In fact I bet your Pater and he are fishing together in Elysium."

"Catch a big one Pater!" Phoibe called out towards the sky, causing another laugh to erupt from her mother.

While Brasidas had been taken from her life, he was not truly gone. He still lived on in her memory, in their daughter. It was during these moments, as Kassandra held her daughter in front of his memorial, on this day every year, she felt his presence beside her. Enveloping her as if hugging her and their daughter. As if his spirit was granted a brief visit from Hades on this day, to spend a small moment with his family until the day they could be reunited in Elysium.

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

ur iv fic was so good 🥺 could you do some comfort with vess? idk reader had a really bad day n he basically spoils them n gives them love? <3

❝alexithymia❞

➵ “sometimes, even the darkest of spirits can prove to be the most welcoming in dire times” —❤︎

pairing: vessel x gn!reader

theme: fluff ✿ , slight angst ❦

a/n: this is just pure, tooth-rotting fluff w vessel. it’s a complete contrast to my first smut fic w him lmao. also i hope you’re doing well anon!

cw: reader is bad at expressing emotions. overprotective vessel. lots of comfort and fluff

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sometimes there was comfort in the dark.

only sometimes. tonight was one of those few exceptions.

prior to that, you were curled up underneath the bed, cobwebs and dust scattered everywhere, but none of that mattered. there was only a handful of soft and plus items that you could cling to, at least to try and soothe your pain.

what a mess you were. curled up in fetal position like a weak kitten, only having your own arms to comfort yourself and try to create some sort of warmth.

but there was barely anything warm in the abysmal coldness that swelled in your heart.

as you silently sobbed to yourself, an alluring darkness peeked underneath the bed, observing you with the utmost curiosity.

“bad day?”

you looked up from where you were curled up to observe where the voice came from. a commanding, yet enchanting presence was observing you with a curious, yet slightly concerned look. you couldn’t see his face, but his aura emitted his emotions strongly enough for you to say.

“mmh.” you hummed back quietly, voice slightly crisp from your silent crying.

the dark one frowned underneath his mask. vessel has been a being that had popped up every now and then in your bedroom, the sleep entity who was known to visit people at the strike of midnight and consume their everlasting dreams. he was one to be feared, but you’ve grown used to his presence.

for some reason, he kept on visiting you frequently, and you grew less scared of him, more so tolerating his presence. however, you’ve never seen him be.. tender, or at least show one basic empathetic emotions.

vessel just sighed and stood up, looking away from underneath the bed. you thought he was going to finally leave you alone.

that was until you felt a surge of darkness from underneath the bed scoop you up from under the bed and into your mattress, making you squeak from surprise. you sat up to look at the dark, almost alluring being looming over you.

“y/n.” vessel stated firmly. “tell me, what’s going on?”

you didn’t know what to say. i mean— this incredibly powerful, almost otherworldly being, was asking how you were doing? you felt like you were in a novel.

it was kind of sweet knowing vessel had the heart to ask about your mental state.

but at the same time, you didn’t want to open up, at least not yet. you were too caught up in your storm of emotions.

sighing and turning your head, you faced the wall against your bed, and you could hear vessel’s disappointment in his sigh. but nonetheless, he understood.

“i see.” he started out.

vessel thought to himself for a moment. how could he comfort this mere mortal? and more importantly, why was he doing this? no human has ever drawn his attention like this. no, he was too good for that. anyone who dares to even be within his vicinity should bask in his presence.

whatever it was, vessel was going to have to worry about that later. the sleep entity just groaned and disappeared for a moment, before coming back with a pile of stuffed animals.

“here.” he spoke. “take these. if you’re not gonna talk, at least take my help.”

you looked up at him confused, almost mind-blown. was this real? if you weren’t so deeply rooted in your own mind, you would’ve asked vessel what the hell he was going.

noticing your hesitance, vessel sighed. he wasn’t too good at this human, comforting stuff. but he was going to try.

“well?” he asked again, his tone slightly more firm.

noticing his urgency, you just nodded before taking the stuffed animals in his arms. as you looked through the pile, you realized that all of these plushies were of your favorite animals and brands. there’s no way this could’ve been a coincidence. vessel must’ve been paying attention to your interests during the times he stalks you in your sleep.

noticing how your eyes gleamed a bit, a slight chuckle escaped his lips. “yeah, i knew you’d like these ones. i know you’re not much of a talker, but i know what you like.”

he didn’t know what force of satan compelled him to do this, but vessel shimmied around to sit himself behind you, and hug you from behind, drawing you to his cold, firm chest. your eyes widened from the contact, but you didn’t protest.

“just relax, y/n.” vessel spoke in a more soft tone. “whatever it is, i’ll do my best to comfort you. even if i don’t understand any of this human shit.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at his words. that certainly made you feel a little bit better. smiling softly, vessel sighed and rested his chin on the top of your head, drawing you closer to his body.

his body was cold, and his hands were calloused and dark. but there was a strange comfort in his hold. subconsciously, you intertwined your fingers with his. vessel didn’t protest, he could feel your body start to relax and your emotions start to calm down.

a strange surge of protectiveness overtook vessel’s body. he’s never seen a human this distressed, and this desperate for comfort. you looked so little compared to him, and you just curled up in his form. vessel, the dark entity of sleep, was comforting a mere human.

he didn’t want to see you like this anymore. even if it went against his values, he was going to keep you safe and protected. vessel didn’t want to see you hurt like this again.

maybe it was the tike you both spent together that softened his empty heart.

he liked it.

and for the first time in a while, he felt warmth in his chest.

[braincoins]

Character descriptions - the paladins

So here are the descriptions for some of our other major characters in the Starladin universe. Note: I’ve changed their last names (to what they will be in V:LotD, actually, with the exception of Allura, who will have a different last name in my fix-it fic but I didn’t really expect Starlight/Paladin to be more than that one ficlet prompt @materassassino gave me forever ago, soooo...)

Keith Ward: White, 20. son of Steven (deceased) and Krolia Ward (nee ...something else, I honestly don’t have her maiden name, sorry). Yes, he still has the mullet. He doesn’t have a scar though (yet). At least, not on his face. He has a dog named Kosmo that he got from the shelter, probably a husky/shepherd mix: he’s about the size of a German Shepherd but looks all Siberian Husky, including the piercing blue eyes, so he basically looks like a wolf. 

Keith is a rookie cop, fresh out of the academy. It took him longer to graduate because he had some... *ahem* disciplinary problems. Takes after his mom that way. His father was a firefighter who died in a fire when he was young. Krolia’s been a single mom ever since, though she’s had some boyfriends but none she decided was worth keeping around.

Keith befriended Shiro (well, Shiro befriended Keith, let’s be real here) and is, at the time of this writing, the only person besides Coran and Allura to know that Shiro is also Paladin. He doesn’t know Starlight’s true identity though. When he’s not in uniform, he generally wears black t-shirts, faded blue jeans, and motorcycle boots, along with a red leather jacket. He has his own motorcycle, which he prefers to ride, but sometimes he’s stuck driving his mom’s Mary Kay mobile.

Lance Rivera: Cubano-American, 22. Comes from a big middle-class family that lives in the Little Havana district. Lance hasn’t had a lot of financial difficulty in his life, though they’ve never been well off. 

He likes pop culture media, and went to the local community college to study journalism so he could write a pop culture column... which he technically does, for the online version of The Daily World, but he’s also become their main photographer, since he picked up photography as a hobby. (He’s a whole different kind of “sharpshooter” here.) He’s super grateful to Allura for coming in and taking over, because he’s not comfortable being in charge. That wasn’t where he wanted to be. He’s become a dutiful and efficient right hand man, though. It’s clear his loyalties lie more with Allura than with Lotor.

Lance prefers the kind of video game that tells a story. He chats up women who work in movie theaters and at the local GameStop but doesn’t do the cheezy pick-up lines except as obvious jokes. It’s been a bit since he last had a girlfriend, and he’s lonelier than he lets on. He’s just waiting for that Certain Special Someone to walk into his life right now, because he just doesn’t have the time to try and find them on his own.

Lance wears the kind of pop culture t-shirts that aren’t immediately obvious as such - the ones with in-jokes from the show/series/game (like a Raccoon City Police Department shirt) - and decent jeans and sneakers. He keeps a nice sweater at work he can throw on over his t-shirts if he needs to; Allura doesn’t care about him looking “professional” when he’s just toolin’ about the office, but if he has to go somewhere (say, to a Tulip Festival), he can look less like a random college kid and more like an actual reporter.

Hunk Opetaia: Samoan-American, 23. His family runs an auto garage, and he grew up there, basically. He’s always been interested in how things work, in how to make things, and, especially, how to improve them. That goes for people, too; if he wasn’t in the shop, he was with his mother and aunties, usually in the kitchen. 

Hunk never went to college, but he’s learned everything he needs to do what he wants, which is running his own food truck. He bought “Nellie” used, fixed her up, outfitted her, and now drives around town serving up an eclectic menu of whatever he feels like cooking up that day. He has a few staples, but he’s known for the variety. He’s that food truck you go to when you’re sick of the same pizza/hot dogs/tacos line-up. 

On the weekends, Hunk still helps out in the shop. He’s got quite an ear for engines, as well as for people’s troubles. At the end of the day, Hunk just wants to help people and make their day a little brighter. He’s taken a special interest in Keith, a rookie cop who seems to have terminal resting grump face. Keith does like Hunk, even if he won’t admit it.

Aside from his food truck apron, he’s usually wearing a long-sleeved henley (often with the sleeves rolled/pushed up), jeans, and steel-toed work boots. He has a set of coveralls he wears when he’s in the shop, with a name patch on it, of course.

Katherine “Pidge” Holt: DON’T call her Katie. Jewish-American, 15. Genius prodigy who’s already graduated high school and has started taking online college courses. Presumably she’s going to the local campus of the state university, but she’s taken - and aced - online courses from universities all over the world (in addition to the ones she’s taking from State).

She splits her time between her parents’ home in the suburbs and her older brother’s downtown apartment. They’re “white hat” hackers, and she usually does consulting work with Matt (for a share of the fee) for large companies, looking for security breaches and the like. They also snoop - often on Shiro’s behalf - digging up dirt on anything and everything. 

Pidge has a special fascination with aliens and alien-based conspiracy theories; she can get a bit defensive about this, given that most people tend to think she’s nuts. Even so, she’d love to work for NASA some day.

She has long hair, usually pulled back in a ponytail. She and Matt both wear glasses. Equally at home in skirts or pants, though she often wears bike shorts underneath her skirts just in case some pervo tries to get an upskirt photo on the subway. Carries a huge messenger bag chock full of seemingly-random stuff. Perpetually starving, if you believe her; she’s a growing girl, after all. Likes to wear alien/star-themed clothes.

[sweetspacebaby]

Adashicember 2018

Day: 1 - Reunion [masterpost will be made after all days are finished]

Summary:  These are my contributions to Adashicember 2018!!! Tags and rating will be updated as I finish the prompts. I hope you enjoy the adventures of Space Dad and Earth Dad!!

AO3 // FANFIC

Chapter Summary:  This one was doozy to do. I kept trying so hard to find something different from the generic reunion idea of a soldier returning home. And I also had trouble with trying not to redo my first Adashi ficlet that I did when we first got the news about Adam. Anyway here's a fun little thing about Adam just quitting his day and his ray of sunshine fiance making it better!

It had just been one of those days for Adam.

It started with him forgetting to charge his phone the night before and woke up late for work. His homeroom was a complete mess once he got to his class with half the kids skipping out since he showed up late. During the rush to get to work, he had left behind his laptop and was unable to work off his lesson plan for the day which turned into a massive disaster with Adam eventually caving and relying on old Bill Nye YouTube videos to teach for him. And if his day couldn’t get any worse, after the lunch period he was surprised with an official from the school board coming by to sit and evaluate his class and his lesson plan – no YouTube videos for that class period.

By the end of the day, Adam was exhausted. He had been metaphorically kicked and punched so much that he was surprised to even make to out to his car in the parking lot after he finished grading half the test that were supposed to be graded the day before. His one saving grace for the day was that he was now able to drive home, maybe order a pizza so he wouldn’t have to cook and sit in some much-needed peace and quiet.

Whoever said being an adult was hard lied. Being a teacher was much harder.

Adam took a few moments to myself to just sit and gather himself after pulling into his driveway. His house was a modest fixer-upper that him and his fiancé worked on together on weekends. Or at least used to. It was now all on Adam till Shiro got back from his time in Japan and Lord knew how much longer that was going to take.

Adam knew that being an Air Force fiancé was going to be hard – he was an Air Force boyfriend during Shiro’s training and first tour – but now it was much harder with a full time teaching position and having to take care of his future little brother-in-law while Shiro was away. And it definitely didn’t help his single parent lifestyle that that said future little brother-in-law had a bad habit of bringing in strays almost every week. Without Shiro around to magically talk Keith into taking the animals he found to a no-kill shelter to be adopted, they somehow had ended up with a new cat named Red and puppy named Kosmo this month. Was Shiro happy about the news? No, not at all. Pets and renovations don’t work well. But at least Keith is as stubborn as Shiro is and was determined to prove that he can take care of the new family members and keep them away whenever Adam was working on the house.

But at least tonight Adam will get a break from the chaotic zoo that is his home. Keith was spending the night with a friend and took the puppy with him so that he could socialize it with other people and places. So tonight, it was just going to be Adam, the SYFY channel, a large pizza with all the toppings he could think of, a couple of beers, some badly written AP science papers, and Red cuddling next to him on the couch.

A nice and quiet night after a very stressful, agonizing day with no more surprises.

Did Keith leave these out here?

Ok maybe one surprise in the form of a pair of Shiro’s uniform boots. Keith would usually wear them whenever he took the puppy out and was too lazy to find his own shoes, but he would usually leave inside next to the backdoor, not on the front porch.

“I don’t have the energy to question this,” Adam said to himself as he rubbed his tired eyes under his glasses.

He bent down and picked up the boots to bring them inside. As he unlocked the front door he could hear Red’s bell collar jingling toward the door and once Adam took the keys out of the knob queued the series of meowing and scratching at the door. After opening the door Adam traded the boots for the attention starved orange tabby and dropped off his bags in the living room behind the couch.

“It’s just me and you tonight Red. No being chased around by Kosmo and all the cat treats you can have.” Adam wasn’t really talking to anyone in particular since he knew that the cat couldn’t understand him, but he felt that something needed to be said within the silence.

After scanning his surroundings, making sure everything was in its place like every homeowner when in the middle of moving things around would do, Adam realized that the lights were on even though he never turned them on. He instantly assumed that Keith turned them on when he stopped by after school to get Kosmo and just forgot to turn them off when he left.

Or so he thought after hearing the microwave turn on.

Adam let Red jump out of his hands, her running instantly toward the kitchen in the back of the main level of the home. He quickly went into slight defense mode. Even though they’ve had Red for such a short period of time, Adam and Keith had learned that she is very picky with the people that come around her – going as far as scratching one of Keith’s friends when he tried to bet her – so if she was happily going to the kitchen to inspect the noise, whoever was in there was not a threat to her. But Adam was still skeptical. The front door was locked, but was the back door? Did he relock the windows after working on them? Did Keith forget something and come back?

“Keith,” Adam yelled out.

He grabbed his school keys out of his pocket and laced one key between each of his fingers. He knew how to defend himself, but having the keys added an extra punch – pun intended.

“I thought you were staying over at Lance’s tonight?”

No response except for the sound of the microwave being used.

“Did something happen? I hope Kosmo didn’t do anything to make you two fight and cancel.”

Adam walked up to the threshold to the kitchen and heard the microwave finish its job and whoever was in there open it up and put a bowl on the counter.

Adam took a deep breath, tightened his grip on his keys and stepped into the kitchen. He hesitantly looked around the top cabinets in the kitchen and all the tension in his should dropped.

Standing in the middle of the kitchen, tending to a bowl of Easy Mac and bobbing his head along to his music was Shiro, completely oblivious to the fact that he wasn’t alone in the house anymore or that his fiancé was about to jump and attack him. Within how long he was home, Shiro had made himself comfortable by trading in his uniform for a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants and his contacts for glasses. His earbuds were clear signs that he was able to do something productive before he got hungry and Adam got home, which meant that Keith knew he was home and didn’t say anything to Adam. He made a small note to get back at the little preteen for that and giving him a small panic attack.

But Keith was not who Adam was frustrated with right now.

“TAKASHI!!”

Adam yelled at the top of his lungs and threw his keys at the big oblivious love of his life, the only thing that was known to bring Shiro out of his ear-deafening world.

Shiro jumped when the keys hit his shoulder and looked at what hit him and then at who threw them, ripping his earbuds out right away.

“Oh! Hey babe! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. I did some work in our bathroom and forgot I had these in.”

Shiro gave the most innocent, apologetic look but that wasn’t going to save him.

“Shut up,” Adam yelled again. “You scared the hell out of me!”

“Did Keith not tell you I was home?”

“No!” Then the important question popped in Adam’s head. “Why didn’t you?”

“Well,” Shiro drug out, seeming embarrassed to answer the question. “My phone kind of broke while I was away.”

“What do you mean by kind of?”

“Kind of like, I dropped it in the ocean.”

There it went. There went Adam’s last strand of composer. He quietly walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, heading straight for the couch to lie down and cover up his defeat under a blanket. Usually in situations like this, he would be overjoyed and throwing himself at Shiro and peppering his face with kisses, but today was just too much and he was done functioning.

“Babe?”

Shiro walked into the living room with his bowl of Easy Mac and put it down on the coffee table before sitting on the couch to check on his fiancé.

“Sorry about not calling you. I just got swamped and never had time to FaceTime you when you were awake. But the good news is that I’m going to get a new phone tomorrow completely free and I luckily backed it up to my laptop the night before losing it so thankfully I’m not going to lose anything.”

Adam was silent, the day was too much. The stress and surprises were too much. He just wanted to be a hermit and stay under his blanket.

Shiro reached over and pulled part of the blanket down to show Adam’s eyes. They were tired. Like really tired. He took Adam’s glasses off for him and put them on the coffee table.

“Are you going to change out of your work clothes?”

“No.” Adam pulled the blanket back over his head. “I quit for the day.”

Shiro sat there and took in what he said, knowing instantly that Adam had a very bad day. He knew that ordering Adam his own pizza with his favorite toppings, put out a six pack, and keep the TV on the SYFY channel would usually help him feel better. But that would take hours to work.

“Ok,” Shiro signed as he stared at his hands as he thought about his words. “Do you want me to change you out of your work clothes?”

Adam had always said that he loved Shiro’s dorky side whenever he tried to be funny and witty, so maybe that would work?

And it did in a way. Adam pulled the blanket down a bit from his face and looked up at Shiro, his eyes narrow to look both skeptical and because he couldn’t see without his glasses. He couldn’t hold his seriousness for long though. He snorted out a laugh through his nose before chuckling.

“I missed you,” Adam said softly as he pushed the blanket off his face and smiled.

Shiro leaned down and touched his forehead to Adam’s.

“I missed you too.”

[patchwork-panda]

another sheith ficlet

for @flashedarrow: I saw your post about needing self-indulgent sweet soulmate married Sheith and I want to keep writing so here ya go!! ;w;

“Shiro, it’s burning!!”

“No, it’s not,” Shiro laughed, his amusement light and oblivious as Keith rushed past him to turn off the oven. His smile slid off his face as Keith tied a dry dish cloth over his nose and mouth, his steely expression so reminiscent of the night he’d barged into the Garrison tent to save Shiro from quarantine that it took him by surprise.

“Uh, Keith?”

“Stand back, Shiro,” the younger man ordered, donning his red oven mitts as if they were boxers’ gloves and he was readying himself for a fight to the death.

“Keith--”

His next words were drowned out by the sound of the vents, the whoosh of the air so loud he couldn’t even hear Keith throw open the heavy metal door. At once, the room was filled with a billowing cloud of thick black smoke that smelled vaguely of cheddar and the fire alarm shrieked to life.

His military training kicking in at last, he ran to open the door, coughing and wheezing as he finally located the fire extinguisher and wrestled it from its place on the wall. By the time he returned, Keith had already dunked the smoldering mess of blackened pyrex and carbohydrates into the sink and was looking for a step stool so he could reach the fire alarm. As he turned, his deep purple eyes settling on Shiro, the sharpness of his glare not at all softened by that ridiculous pineapple printed rag he had tied around his face.

Shiro winced.

“What happened?” Keith asked, ripping the cloth from his reddened cheeks, the concern in his voice so grave that it made Shiro feel suddenly guilty for making his husband worry. He watched as Keith all but stabbed the fire alarm with his index finger and hop back over to the sink. There was a loud splash as Keith turned on the faucet and blackened chunks flew into the air. So much for that romantic home-made dinner.

“I’m sorry, Keith,” Shiro sighed. “I made you worry. I put the food in the oven and I thought I’d go out to play fetch with Kosmo while it cooked. I guess I didn’t realize how much time had passed.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” Keith mumbled, wiping soap suds off his hands onto his ripped jeans. He immediately went to Shiro and buried his face in his husband’s chest. “I was so scared when I came out of the elevator and smelled the smoke... I think I dropped the groceries, too.”

Grimacing, Shiro hazarded a look over his own shoulder and spied a few tomatoes rolling out of a brown paper bag out in the hallway.

“Yeah, you might have.” He smoothed away Keith’s sooty, messy bangs and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Thanks for coming to save me. My hero.”

Keith gave a weak laugh.

“...what were you making?”

“Mac and cheese.”

“Pizza tonight?”

“Sounds good.”

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

Hi there!

I saw that your requests are open :D

May I ask for hcs or a little scenario, if you wish, of how Swiss and Mountain would react to seeing reader (he/they pronouns, if possible) up really really late because of nightmares and insomnia? I’m thinking about fluff and platonic relationships! (Cuddles? Little kisses? Yes please)

Thank you so much for your time and for your writing! writing! 🖤

❝kiss the nightmares away❞

➵ “i’ll be your little sunshine.” —❤︎

pairing: swiss and mountain x male!reader (he/they)

theme: fluff ✿

a/n: first of all, i hope you’re doing well hon, i hope this fic can soothe some potential nerves you have there <3 i hope this fic met your standards. and tbh it can be read as platonic or romantic so i didn’t use the platonic tag

cw: insomnia sucks, that’s really it. swiss and mountain are very caring for the reader here

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his head hurt so much.

normally, the insomnia never got this bad— but tonight was a particularly shitty night. not only was his day at the ministry rather rough, but y/n had just experienced a chilling nightmare that still sent shivers down his spine— which only worsened the effects of their sleep condition.

it was anything but pleasant, but he hates to say that this wasn’t the first time this has happened.

insomnia was a bitch, but they have grown accustomed to dealing with it on their own— even if it sucked.

sighing heavily, y/n’s feet carried him through the ministry halls and into the kitchen, in hopes to find a snack that’ll soothe his mind and hopefully calm his nerves down.

the fridge door swung open and y/n grabbed the nearest thing on the shelf, not even bothering to look at what he had just grabbed— or the label for that matter.

just as y/n was about to open whatever container he snagged— the sound of someone clearing their throat made y/n whip his head around to find the source of the sound.

“you know you’re holding a jar of mayonnaise, right, sweetie?”

confused, y/n turned his head to the entrance of the kitchen, and was met with a familiar multi ghoul leaning against the door frame. swiss, with his arms crossed, looked at them in an almost amused manner.

y/n looked down at his hands to see that he was indeed, holding a jar of mayonnaise. he didn’t even notice, he was probably way too tired to even function. sighing heavily, he opened the fridge and put it back inside.

“sorry, i didn’t notice.” y/n responded, looking downcast to avoid swiss’ gaze

“i can tell.” swiss replied back with a cheeky tone, before he made his way over to y/n. he could already tell something was up.

“so what are you doing up so late?” swiss asked, his tone of voice shifting into a more caring one. y/n didn’t respond, his silence was already a good enough answer for swiss, and the multi ghoul sighed.

“that bad, huh?”

“it’s always bad, swiss. but tonight has just really fucked me over.”

swiss let out another heavy breath of concern, and brought his large, clawed hand to gently rub y/n’s back— who was currently hunched over the kitchen island, head bent down. it was the most he could do to comfort the poor boy.

at that moment, heavy, but gentle footsteps, made their way into the kitchen, causing both y/n and swiss to look over at the kitchen.

it was mountain. he must’ve heard one of them come down to the kitchen. tilting his head in confusion, he turned to swiss.

“what’s going on?” the earth ghoul asked, almost innocently.

“insomnia is kicking y/n’s ass again.” swiss replied back, his tail flicking a bit as he spoke. he then went back to rubbing y/n’s back.

��damn right it is.” y/n groaned out, his forehead resting against the table as he just let swiss rub his back.

mountain just let out an ‘ah’ at Swiss’ answer. he felt bad for the poor boy, he knew how bad insomnia could get at times. all he knew now was that y/n needed some comfort.

the drummer turned to look at the vocalist, and the two exchanged a knowing look before nodding at each other. at that moment, the earth ghoul scooped up y/n in his strong arms, cradling him like a baby— which made them yelp from the sudden change.

“what the—!? hey what are you guys doing??” y/n asked almost suspiciously, wondering what in hell these two ghouls had in mind.

“what do you think, honey?” swiss said from behind mountain, peeking over the earth ghoul’s shoulder to look at y/n. “we’re going to help you.”

it wasn’t long until the trio reached mountain’s room. y/n breathed in the fresh aroma of healing herbs and fresh water, must’ve been from the decorative plants in mountain’s room.

being the gentle giant he was, mountain carefully placed y/n on the center of his queen sized bed, and it wasn’t long until the two ghouls were all over y/n.

swiss was cuddled up on the right side of y/n’s body, his head buried under the curve of their neck, while his arms proceeded to wrap around y/n’s waist and his legs tangled in the other’s. mountain then moved to y/n’s left side, his chest pressing against the smaller boy’s back softly while he draped his long arms over y/n’s and swiss’ bodies to move them closer to him. the earth ghoul’s tail was also wrapped around y/N’s leg affectionately.

the position was… oddly comfortable, and it was quite serene too. it put y/n’s mind at ease, and his muscles visible relaxed after being stiff for so long. both swiss and mountain took notice of this, and started to purr lovingly— the vibrations of their purrs only serving to further heal y/n.

“this is nice…” y/n muttered out softly, to which swiss chuckled slightly.

“told ya we’d help, pretty boy.” swiss teased back slightly, making y/n only rolled his eyes at him.

“oh shut up.” they retorted, eliciting a chuckle from mountain, who rested his chin on top of y/n’s head.

“alright, simmer down you two. i think we all need to sleep. especially you, y/n.” mountain said with a more firm, but soft tone, making both swiss and y/n nod.

swiss couldn’t resist, but he pressed a soft kiss onto y/n’s cheek to help comfort him, which in turn made them giggle from the ticklish feeling. mountain let out another chuckle and placed a kiss on top of y/n’s head, purring softly right after.

y/n definitely wasn’t expecting his night to go like this. being pulled into a cuddle pile with the flirty multi ghoul, swiss— and the sweet and gentle earth ghoul, mountain.

his insomnia was definitely bad.

but these two ghoul’s provided enough comfort for him to make him feel safe.

and that feeling was enough to allow his mind drift off into a dreamless, but peaceful sleep, appreciating the warmth of another’s arms.

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

❝ooh look at me i’m a coward❞

➵ “you’re such a scaredy cat.” — ❤︎

pairing: sodo ghoul x ghoul!gn!reader

theme: crack ✦

a/n: this relates back to my silly ghoul headcanons w sodo being absolutely terrified of hamsters. you can read those hcs here

cw: sex joke at the end, but other than that it’s just sodo being a stupid lil’ funny guy

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you were walking into the ghoul den after a long day of work and just wanted to rest up with your fellow packmates.

after such a hectic day, you just wanted to curl up in your room and snuggle in your sheets and forget about everything else.

“ah finally! home sweet home! now i can just relax and chill all day—“ you were quickly cut off by a loud, high pitched scream that almost broke the sound barrier.

a certain fire ghoul came practically barreling out of the room, running into the walls and scrambling all over his feet like a wet cat. he then spotted you and darted behind you, trembling like he just saw a damn ghost.

“…. sodo?” you asked both confused and concerned. “what’s going on—“

“don’t. go. in. the. kitchen.” sodo spoke in a firm, yet antsy tone.

it was kind of funny seeing him in his current state. sodo was trembling like a leaf, and his tail was inbetween his legs, but you didn’t want him to be so scared. sighing, you turned to face him and quirked an eyebrow.

“what’s going on in the kitchen—“ you started, but sodo put a hand to your mouth and obnoxiously shushed you, muffling your words in the process. he was practically cutting off your airflow with how harshly he pressed his palm to your hands.

“shh! shhhhh!!! it’ll hear you….” sodo whispered dramatically and frightfully, which only made you narrow your eyes at him.

forcing his clawed hand off of your face with a snarl, you just rolled your eyes and walked into the kitchen, completely ignoring the begging and near-to-tears sodo behind you.

when you entered the kitchen, you felt a little bit of your soul shrivel up on the inside from what you saw, but mainly because it was from disbelief.

on the kitchen counter, was a hamster.

“…. really, sodo? it’s just a hamster.” you said in a deadpanned voice, going over to pick up the cute little furball. however, sodo just squealed and his tail shot up in fear.

“no! get— get that thing away from me.” the fire ghoul practically shivered out, and you cocked your head to the side in confusion. then realization hit, and you struggled to hold in your laugh.

“pfft— sodo.. sodo you’re scared of hamsters?” you asked mischievously while bringing the hamster closer to sodo— and the little demon just screeched and jumped to the ceiling, clinging onto the top of the ceiling like a scared cat.

“NO I’M NOT!”

“….”

“… okay— okay maybe i am.“

“but why?”

“i don’t know! they’re… they’re creepy.”

it was kind of amusing, seeing your packmate acting like this. sodo, the grumpy, feisty and short-tempered fire ghoul, was shaking in his knees at the sight of a small, fuzzy little animal.

you stifled in a laugh and spoke again. “creepy? i’m hearing these words come from an all powerful demon who can kill a human in seconds.”

sodo rolled his eyes in response and stayed clinging to the ceiling, hissing at both you and the hamster.

“tell anyone about this and i’m making you swallow your fangs.”

“okay then! chill, sodo. the others will find out eventually.”

“literally go fuck yourself.”

“gladly! as long as you’re watching!”

“ugh, nevermind.”

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

❝so dream, dream your dream❞

➵ “‘because when you’re awake a nightmare awaits.” —❤︎

pairing: vessel x gn!reader

theme: angst ❦ (with comfort), fluff ✿

a/n: this is my first sleep token ficlet, and so i wanted to rest out how well i write for them lmao

cw: reader has night terrors, implied that they had a fucked up life, vessel being mysterious and somewhat teasing but ultimately comforting the reader in the end

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it always hurt to think of those bitter memories

those memories that haunted them in their sleep, awaiting in their dreams like a predator looming over its prey. nightmares that kept had them jolting awake and hyperventilating so bad that their chest hurt.

the feeling of waking up to such awful night terrors was like poison ivy constricting their throat, leaving them hoarse and speechless, almost too stunned to even.

y/n was in that same predicament when they shot up from their bed, cold sweat trickling down their forehead, their breathing heavy and labored.

another nightmare. why did the past have to keep coming back to haunt them?

it was such a dark time for y/n… something they wanted to leave behind and keep deeply buried within the crevices of their fucked up mind. it was such cruel wording, but it was the best way to describe their mental state.

a fucked up mind.

“god i’m such a mess..” y/n muttered softly, putting a hand to their face, feeling the dried tears on their face that they didn’t even realize was streaming down their cheeks.

groaning both out of sleepiness and frustration, y/n grabbed the nearest tissue and started to wipe their face, being a little rough with it due to how irritable they were at the moment.

moments like these just made them wish they could take it all back. say how much they were sorry, how badly they didn’t want to hurt those around them.

it was kind of pathetic for them, really. they fucked up, and yet they’re the ones crying on their own bed.

y/n just sighed softly and pressed a hand against their forehead, sniffling slightly and closing their eyes.

“what did i do wrong?” y/n muttered to no one in particular. that question really was meant for themselves.

but it still called out a commanding presence from behind them.

“nothing, my dear.”

a dark, and somewhat alluring presence emerged from the shadows behind y/n’s bed, making his way behind them and looming over them from behind, carefully observing the person below him.

y/n tried to look up at him, but their tears blurred their vision. they only caught a glimpse of the intricate mask designs, before they felt cold, calloused fingers cover their eyes.

“shhhh… relax, sweetie.” vessel whispered into their ear, his voice velvety smooth and dripping with a dark, mysterious charm.

it was almost haunting, but in a strangely, familiar way.

he always came around whenever midnight strikes the hour, but he’s never usually this… intimate. vessel was a strange, dark force that always came by to mock them with his arrogant superiority, looking down on y/n like a predator wanting to consume his prey.

but this time it was different.

y/n could only let out a meek, choked up hiccup from the sobbing they went though in their sleep, but they didn’t do anything to push away vessel’s touch.

“vessel…”

“relax, baby. i’ve got you … you’re okay.”

vessel gently crept around the side of y/n on the bed, gently laying them back down on the bed while making sure their eyes stayed closed. they couldn’t see him, not when he was being this tender.

he didn’t know what overcame him, usually he was a commanding and mocking presence for them. maybe it was hearing their screams and cries in their sleep that made this mysterious being feel the slightest bit of sympathy that was left in his empty, hollow heart.

“rest now. nothing will hurt you.” vessel whispered to y/n, keeping his hand on the back of their head and letting it gently rest on the pillow.

this is the most he’s spoken to the poor soul. he’s never like this… but maybe just this once, he can be a source of light to their sad, unfulfilled life.

y/n just let out one last shaky sigh, letting the comforting darkness soothe the aching pain that swelled in their heart. that pain that haunted them all the time, was slowly fading away. after a bit, the presence went away, and y/n only felt darkness— their eyes still closed.

but the darkness was comforting.

welcoming even.

it was enough to make them drift off into a dreamless sleep. no nightmares, screaming or crying.

just silence.

but the silence was enough to make them feel alright.