#like the ones with feathers and shit in them and they super fluffy and warm

[rosenclaws]

✄ for birds of a feather? hopefully something fluffy or the two logans bantering. I think about that masterpiece constantly and being a middle spoon between those two men <3 lethal cuddles

✄ DVD BONUS: pick a fic and I’ll describe or write a deleted scene!

a/n: Oo I actually don't have any deleted content for birds of a feather BUT I can make a bonus scene here hehe This takes place after the fic ends and its just a cute fluffy moment with ur boys. For you anon I hope you like it <3

wc: 600

original fic here

The moment you open you're eyes you can feel every ache in your body. Logan had promised to ruin you and he really did. You're still a little hazy as you try and sit up, wondering what time it even was. But a strong pair of arms keep you locked to the bed. To your right is James, in nothing but a tank top and boxers. His arms wrapped protectively around your waist.

"How you feeling sweetheart?" You jump at the sound of Logan's voice. Turning to your left you see him sitting next to you leaning against the headboard with a cigar in his mouth.

"James isn't going to be happy about that." You say pointing to the cigar. Logan looks down at you, a smirk on his face as he still sees the remnants of bliss on your face. You just looks so happy, so at peace.

"Too bad." He says with a shrug of his shoulders, taking another drag of the cigar and blowing the smoke towards the window. You shift your body and a sharp pain shoots through your back.

"Shit." You say through gritted teeth. Logan sits up a little straighter.

"Did I go too hard?" He asks. Dropping the cigar on the ashtray and placing his hand on your back. His warm hands bringing comfort to the ache.

"No no, just a little sore is all. I think a bath would be nice." You say, letting your body lay back into the sheets. Logan nods and shoves James shoulder roughly.

"The fuck?" James shoots out of his sleep. His hand coming up but no claws coming out as he looks for the attacker.

"Calm down there old man. Your girl needs to be taken care of." Logan nods his head towards you. Immediately James turns his attention to you.

"Did he hurt you?" James asks softly. You hear Logan scoff behind you and you just shake your head.

"Not at all honey, I just need a bath. I'm a little sore." James nods, still shooting a glare at Logan just for good measure. James stifles a groan as he sits up.

"If you're too geriatric to get up I'd be happy to help the pretty girl." Logan purrs, throwing the comforter off to expose your still naked body.

"Fuck no. Now keep your eyes off her." James growls.

He gently picks you up in his arms. He's still got some of his super strength and he loves reminding you of it. He walks over to the bathroom and lays you in the porcelain tub. He turns the water on and watches as you sink into the comforting heat. The hot water feels amazing on your muscles.

"Feel good?" You look to see Logan standing in the doorway cigar in hand, shamelessly watching as the water rises over your body.

"How the hell you even find that?" James grumbles, knowing he hid is good cigars away. Logan smirks, crossing his arms with a smug look on his face.

"Sniffed them out." James just rolls his eyes.

"Animal."

"Look who's talking."

"Boys..." You scold gently. Pulling them from their childish bickering.

"Can one of you help me with my hair?" James wastes no time in moving the small stool near the bath to the end of the tub.

"Logan, can you help me with my legs? I'm a little too sore to move."

Without a second thought Logan kneels next to the tub. He's got this cocky grin on his face as he slathers his hands with body wash and grabs your legs from the water.

Closing your eyes you let yourself relax. Both your boys doing everything in their power to take care of you, to worship you.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

[breadbrobin]

yk what the best feeling is? hugging someone while they’re wearing one of those puffy jackets

[gaysimpsstuff]

Hawks With a Reader Who Tics

Genre: angst, fluffy fluff, 

Reader Pronouns: none

Other: This is based off of my tics, which usually only occur when I’m super stressed, and they’re all pretty simple. Just slapping my thigh, making a clicking noise, and general neck wanting to not be on my shoulders. If you want something more generalized, or something more along the lines of Tourrete’s Syndrome I am more than happy to oblige. Also this is totally self-indulgent so if no one else relates to this that’s fine.

Warnings: mentions of past teasing, reader cries, tics, shitty parents, cursing burnt toast and burnt bacon (the food not Dabi)

Taglist:  @smolchildfangirl @yuu-anon @poke-txts @combat-wombatus  -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You had been going out with the Number Two hero Hawks for about two months now, and things were going great! No weird clicking noises or head-jerking or arms wanting to smack your thigh or random shouts of the word ‘yummy.’ You were beginning to think that maybe all your weird (an)tics had disapeared.

You’d never been more wrong.

Okay maybe you’ve been more wrong at times but still you were wrong.

All it took was one shitty day. Co-workers being assholes, Karens being Karens, but worst of all was a phone call full of bullshit from your parents. That was all it took for your body to start moving on its own. And not in the good way, the way that causes you to make weird clicking noises, jerk your head around like an owl, smack your thigh and repeat the word ‘yummy.’ 

Okay, you could deal with the clicking noise and the random yummy outbursts but all the more physical things? You really didn’t have the patience to deal with it. Which resulted in you leaving work early, complaining about being sick while masking as much as you possibly could to your boss.

And finally, you were home. And free to just let your tics do whatever the fuck they wanted until they wore themselves out. You hoped this wouldn’t be the type to last over a day, because that happened sometimes, and it was so annoying.

But you forgot something, something very important. You’d planned with your boyfriend to meet up and watch movies at your place. You were just lounging around half naked when you got the text that he was on his way.

“Fuck shit!” you rushed to get decent, knowing that all you could really do was put on a shirt, pants, and half-hazardly brush your hair before you heard the doorbell ring. “Alright Y/n you can do this.” you muttered. “It’s Hawks, he’s chill, you can stay calm and click still around him. Th- this’ll be easy! Suuper click click easy! And If you do tic, no problem he won’t hate you or make fun of you or break up with you! Just gotta go out there and face him, easy peasy... orIcouldrunawayandfakemydeathandlivemycottagecoredreamwithablindcatohhhyeahthatsoundssomucheasier*.” you shook your head (bad idea, you ended up hitting your chest really hard) and forced yourself out of the bathroom and to the front door, quickly ushering your boyfriend in.

“Baby bird! I haven’t seen you in person in forever!” he exclaimed. You sighed, looking up at him and immediately relaxing. Your boyfriend was so pretty, so kind, so perfect. Nothing could get in the way of a nice relaxing night.

“You saw me three days ago.” you deadpanned, holding back a click.

“It felt like forever!” he complained, walking in and shrugging his coat off. He was still in his hero costume, so he must’ve only just gotten off work. He folded his coat and put it on the little table next to the door, alongside his goggles and headphones.

“You aren’t injured?” you asked, checking his arms and face for scratches, then glancing at his wings to check their size. How many feathers had he used today?

“Baby don’t worry, I’m okay. Today was pretty chill. I only needed to use my wings for like- three things today. What about you? How was work?” you stiffened, praying you wouldn’t betray yourself.

“Eh it was okay.” you shrugged nonchalontly or however the fuck you spell it. Hawks raised an eyebrow at you. 

“You know I can tell when you’re lying.” you gave him a forced smile, ignoring how your heart sped up. 

“W-what are you talking about?” Stuttering. Of course you were stuttering. It wouldn’t take much longer before you simply couldn’t mask anymore.

“Dove, tell me what happened, I’m your boyfriend I want to help you-” he stopped talking when he saw how your hand was bouncing against your thigh, striking it hard.

“Fine- I’m I’m I’m F-fine fine!” you exclaimed, head jerking backwards. Hawks blinked in confusion.

“What was that?” his voice rose in concern. Tears were brimming in your eyes as you flinched away from his touch. You didn’t say anything, only grabbing the back of your neck to forcibly hold your head down. Even when you ticked you could just hold yourself back.

“Baby, talk to me, you’re worrying me.” Hawks took another step forward, and you just stepped backwards again, whimpering.

“N-no! No no!” you cried. Hawks stared at you with wide eyes, fearful. Suddenly he relaxed. 

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay.” his tone was different this time, soothing, sweet, it was exactly the kind that would make you relax. “I’m here, I’m gonna help you. Can you move your hands for me, Babe?” 

Slowly, your moved your hands away from your neck, immediately your head tried to dislocate itself, and a sharp stab of pain shot up your spine. 

“OW!” Hawks opened his arms, still giving you a kind look.

“I know, I know it hurts.” he whispered. “Just come here, let me hold you.”

Hold you? When you were spazzing out like this? What if you hit him? What if you hurt him badly? What if he never wanted to see you again?” What if-

You ran into his arms, sobbing. You felt something soft tickle the back of your neck. A feather. He rubbed your back soothingly. Rocking the two of you back and forth as you cried against his chest.

“S-sorry! Sorrysorrysorry!” you yelped when your arm smacked his side. 

“Shhhh shhh baby it’s okay.” He took your hand, gently moving it towards his face. Bad idea. You jerked your hand out of his grip, sniffling. 

“Do-don’t do th-that- don’t do that. I’ll hu-hurt you. S-sorry.” he nodded.

“I understand.” he murmured, taking the two of you to the couch. He kept you close to him, feathers covering your body to try and help you relax. It was nice. He was warm and his voice was soft. You felt so... heavy. You closed your eyes, cuddling against him, close as you could possibly get before you finally fell asleep.

You slowly opened your eyes, the smell of bacon filling the air. You blinked a couple time, realizing you were in your bed. You sat up, groaning. Your neck felt so sore. 

Click click

Ah, right. The tics were back. You thought back to yesterday, eyes widening as you remembered what happened. Hawks. He had come over hoping for a movie and cuddles, hoping for a break from taking care of people, and you’d ruined that with your stupid tic attack. How long had he stayed with you? Did he stay awake to make sure you didn’t tic in your sleep?

You ran out of your room, grateful you were still in your cozy movie party clothes. In the kitchen, Hawks had two plates on the counter, both with scrambled eggs and two slices of toast. Bacon was sizzling in the pan. 

“Good morning, Dove! How are you feeling?” he asked, a soft yet tired smile on his face.

“Hawks! Hawks oh babe I am so so sorry about last night!” you exclaimed, your fingers twisted and curled around each other as you hoped to find comfort in the movement.

“Don’t be, it’s okay. I made breakfast, look! I may have burnt the toast but you’ll be fine with that, right? Baby?” he cocked his head to the side, noticing your expression.

“Y-you sure it’s okay?” you asked softly.

“Yeah! Was this the first time you had muscle spasms?” He sent a feather towards you, tickling your nose before circling around and rubbing at the back of your neck. You felt yourself on the brink of tears again at the soft gesture.

“No...” you murmured. “But I haven’t had them in a while I- I thought they were gone.” He nodded, humming.

“What triggers them?”

“Just- general anxiety and bad thoughts...” you mumbled. 

“Alright. If you ever start ticking again, just call me. I’ll swoop in and help you. I’m pretty sure it’s hard to get stuff done when your body moves without you.” he flashed you a bright smile.

“Doesn’t it... weird you out?” you asked. “I could hurt you... I could accidentally break something I- I-”

“Baby.” you looked up at him. He took a step towards you, cupping your face into his hands and pressing a kiss to your lips. “I’m here for you. I care about you so I’m going to do everything in my power to make you feel comfortable. It’s my duty as hero, but more-so as your boyfriend.” you sniffled, nodding.

“Baby?”

“Yes, Dove?”

“You’re gonna burn the bacon.”

“SHIT!”

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*orIcouldrunawayandfakemydeathandlivemycottagecoredreamwithablindcatohhhyeahthatsoundssomucheasier 

Translation: Or I could Just run away and fake my own death and live my cottage core dream with a blind cat ohhh yeah that sounds so much easier

[yee-fxcking-haw]

Could I please request a fluffy scenario where keigo warms the reader up with cuddles, like the reader got caught in the rain on their walk back home and it’s winter so when they get home they’re freezing and keigo warms them up by cuddling them🥺please

•Hold Me Close•

Summary: Just what the request says, and then it turned into a song fic lmao.

Pairing: Keigo Takami(Hawks) x Reader

Warnings: This is nothing but cheese. Mentions of panic, Hawks is super protective.

A/N: This request made me absolutely m e l t and then I turned into a hallmark headass halfway through and made it as cheesey as possible. Thank you for the request! I hope you like it!!💜

Word Count: 2,466

Inspired by this song: La Vie En Rose

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You trudge down the sidewalk, snowflakes biting at your cheeks. There's nothing soft or romantic about the snow that's falling, it's all harsh and icey. The wind beats against your body, causing you to lean forward in order to keep forward momentum.

Not in an angry way, in a protective way, he would lose his shit if he saw you now. You're soaked by the snow, sniffling red nose and a quivering jaw. You make your way home with your head down and your body trembling, but by the time you're there you can't feel your fingers, even with them tucked into the heat of your armpits.

You open the door as silently as you can, knowing Keigo must be sleeping. You got off work so very late though, he might not have been able to rest. He worries too much, he's probably called a dozen times, he's more than likely up pacing like he does when he over thinks.

Though, when you enter your apartment, it's dead silent. No nervous wreck to be seen, the furniture is all in order, and the bedroom door is wide open with all the lights on.

He's not even here.

You shuffle into the kitchen and notice there's a kettle of water boiling on the stove top. This strikes you as incredibly strange, Keigo is always too mindful to leave things going like that, much too aware of the danger.

Then you see your feather, placed on the small table against the wall. Keigo gave it to you very early on. At first you hated the idea of being tracked, but he insisted it wasn't for spying. It was there to keep you safe, he was there to keep you safe.

With trembling hands, you pick up the soft scarlett gift and press it into your chest.

Come home. You think, with an ache in your soul. You know he can't pick up words, but he can pick up feelings. You feel the feather shiver in your fingers before pressing against your chest, almost like it wants to shred the fabric of your shirt and bury itself in your skin.

You stand there for a moment, clinging to the hint of Keigo you have.

Then you hear a heavy thump behind you.

Thank God.

The familiar sound of Keigo landing on the balcony falls on your ears and fills your chest with relief. You turn around just as he comes tumbling through the sliding door.

He's a jumble of crimsons and golds, all mixing and flashing off each other as he barrels towards you, slamming the door behind him as he does.

"Kei, I'm sorry, my phone died and I-"

"Why didn't you wait?" He asks with a harsh tone, shucking off his gloves so he can press his warm palms to your cheeks.

"God, kid, you're an icicle." His pupils are simple black lines dividing seas of amber.

"You're clothes are fucking soaked." His hands rip your sweater off as feathers shoot out of his wings and fly to the bedroom.

"Kei, please calm down, I'm ok-"

"You will be, I just gotta get you warm. Why didn't you borrow somebody's phone? Why didn't you just stay put? You could have-"

"Keigo!" Now it's your turn to grab his face, his hands halt their mission of removing your damp clothes as he freezes before you.

He searches your face wildly, lips twitching as they hold back the hundreds of "could have's" he wants to yell at you for.

"Birdie, I'm fine, look at me, I'm ok." You smooth your thumbs over his rosey cheeks, wiping off melted snow flakes as you do.

"I'm a little cold, yeah, but I am ok." You stress the last three words, making them slow and clear.

His pupils relax the slightest bit, making him look a tad less wild, just a tad.

He gets like this over small things, paper cuts and cherry sized bruises. He hates it when you're even slightly unwell. You can't get him off of you when you're sick, which is all sweet and endearing. Until he panics.

He's so dedicated to keeping you safe and well, that when there's even a hint that you might be anything less than that, he goes into a full fit. You've had to talk him down on several occasions, shake him, slap him even, just to get him to focus and know that you are ok.

His feathers return with a woosh, depositing a pair of his sweats and large sweater into his hands.

"You're ok." He mumbles as he grabs the bottom of your shirt and hoists it off of you.

He doesn't say it to you, he says it to himself.

You let him remove your freezing clothes, and you let him replace them with the warmth of the new ones. Heat seeps through your limbs and your shivering stills.

He continues to mumble to himself that you're ok, that you're safe. As soon as you're fully changed, clothed to his standards, he grabs you urgently and pulls you against his chest. Your arms settle around his torso as he folds his wings around the two of you.

You see nothing but scarlet as he creates a strange sort of tent around the both of you, holding you against him like they're a second pair of arms. You know why, it's so warm inside them, so safe.

He kisses the top of your head, letting out the massive breath he's been holding.

"Next time, you wait for me, inside somewhere." He says, voice rumbling against you through his chest.

"Kei, I'm fine, I can wa-"

"Dove…" It's a warning, firm and authoritative.

"You'll wait for me." He says, finality in his tone.

"I'll wait for you." You resign, knowing it's a losing battle.

Before any other words are shared, he hoists you by the waist, picking you up so you'll wrap your legs around his hips. He keeps you caged by his wings, but you can see his face now. His features are all pinched together, lines of worry etched into every handsome plane.

He settles on the couch with you straddling his lap, his hands slide down your arms to gather your frozen fingers. He sandwiches them between his own, bringing the tangle of appendages to his mouth so he can blow hot air onto them.

He peers at you above your knuckles, and your chest squeezes. Now, slightly settled and very close, you see how bloodshot they are.

"You worry too much, Birdie." You sigh, scooting closer to him.

He closes his eyes and breathes in before kissing your hands earnestly.

"I'm allowed to." He mutters.

You share a moment of comforting silence, both ok, both with each other.

When his eyes open again his pupils are nearly normal, nearly sane looking again.

You pull your hands away from his, only to cradle his beautiful face in your palms. He melts into the touch, chest deflating as he eases into the feeling of having you close again.

"I was about to rip the damn city apart. I tried work first, then the coffee shop you like, then you weren't there and I-"

"Kei, I'm ok." You repeat, interrupting him when you feel his hands grab your legs a little too hard, seeing his chest rise and fall a little too rapidly.

"I will wait for you next time, I'll borrow a phone, I'll stay inside. I promise." You smooth your hands into his wild mane, playing with the glittery tresses as you soothe him with your words.

He sinks back down, body less alert, senses working less urgently.

"Please, Angel, please…" His voice is so quiet, so scared.

You don't answer, you just nod and let him pull you forward. Collapsing onto his chest, thankful for his heat, for his protection. You stay like that for a long while, just holding. You coo words of reassurance to him, feeling his body unwind, pretending to ignore the tears he presses into your neck as he clings to you with selfish hands.

"Can we stay in tomorrow?" He asks quietly, lips still pressed to the top of your head.

He shifts his wings to the sides, letting the real world back in slightly.

"Of course." You nod against his chest before pulling back to look down at him again.

"I'm sorry." You breathe, genuinely regretting the worry you've caused him.

"Dove, don't be, you can't help when I slip into mission mode." He sighs, looking at you with almost guilty eyes.

Mission mode had become his politically correct term for panicking. Keigo doesn't panic, he can't panic. He just gets tunnel vision, he gets protective, he goes into mission mode.

You nod and hum, sliding your hands up his chest, noticing how damp his clothes are.

"Can I make us some tea while you change?" You play with his collar while you talk, thumbing at the remaining snowflakes.

"That sounds nice." He agrees, sending feathers off to get himself some clothing.

You should have known he wouldn't go change. He won't leave you for a little while, he'll tag along behind you, holding your sleeve, playing with your hair, just staying close.

And he does, after you slide off his lap to help him redress as he helped you. He ruffles his wings once he's dressed in his black t-shirt with matching joggers. Water flies off the feathers in every direction, successfully dampening several pieces of furniture.

"You're supposed to do that outside." You say with a chuckle in your voice. It's charming, getting after him like he's just shaken an umbrella over the rug.

He huffs as he follows you into the kitchen, bringing one wing around so he can pick at the feathers.

"I'm not goin' back out there." He smooths his hands over his plumage, seemingly content with the order of them.

He does the same with the other wing, settling in the edge of the table. He brings his legs up and sits crisscrossed on the tabletop, immediately causing a warm familiar glow to spread through your body.

If Keigo can help it, he'll forsake a chair and find a place to sit up high. He hates it when you tell him he's perching, so you don't. You just admire him in silence, heart going gooey over his avian tendencies.

"I know, 'perching.'" He rolls his eyes, catching your staring as you place tea bags in two separate mugs.

Green tea for you, chamomile for him.

"I wasn't gonna say it." You smile fondly as you pour the hot water over the bags.

He rolls his shoulders back, wings twitching and flicking as they settle behind him. He sends a single feather off so it can flick on the little stereo on the counter. It fills the kitchen romantic sounding waltz music, like something two lovers would dance to in the twenties.

"Didn't have to." He hops off the table, strolling up behind you before snaking his hands around your waist.

"Honey?" You ask, placing the kettle back down.

"Yes, dear?" He says in a mocking, sing-songy tone.

You roll your eyes and nudge his rib with your elbow. "I meant in your tea, dumbass."

He chuckles and pulls you back into him so he can bury his nose in the crook of your neck. He presses some sweet, gentle kisses into your skin.

"I got all the honey I need right here." He sways the two of you gently, humming as the music changes to a familiar song. You roll your eyes internally at his dumb one liner, swooning reluctantly when he kisses the sensitive spot under your ear.

"You like this song, don't you?" He continues his humming and swaying as you recognize the tune.

La Vie En Rose, it's cheesy, but you do indeed love it. The version is pretty too, just acoustic guitar and a soft sounding woman caressing the lyrics with her voice.

"When you kiss me, heaven sighs..." He sings softly, spinning you in his arms. His hands find their home on your waist as yours loop around his neck. You smile up at him as he beams down at you, still singing with his calming voice.

"...When you press me to your heart…" A hand slides around to press against your lower back, bringing your torso's together tightly.

"...I'm in a world apart, a world where roses bloom…" His voice really is pretty, it shocked you when you first heard him sing, but only briefly. After all, it only makes sense that a bird would sing.

You spend the next few lines mesmerized, letting him serenade you as you start to sway and turn around the softly lit kitchen, mostly illuminated by the caramel glow coming from the street lights outside.

"Give your heart and soul to me, and life will always be…" Your swaying slows as you both still slightly, each of you enraptured in the other, you're captured by his golden gaze, unable to move or think or breathe.

He leans in then, slowly, almost with the caution of a first kiss. He presses his lips against yours so carefully, so thoughtfully. It's slow and sweet and soft, it feels so safe. Here in his arms, being kissed so tenderly, so intentionally.

When you break apart, you don't move apart. You stay there, foreheads pressed together, the gentle swaying returns to your bodies. You both just stand there and cherish the beauty of it, the marvelous feeling of being so thoroughly known and loved.

"Thank you, Birdie." You whisper, looking up at him through your lashes.

"What for, angel?" One of his hands comes up to hold your face.

"For loving me like this, for keeping me safe." You answer, leaning into his touch before kissing his palm.

He damn near shivers as he watches you adore him, as he feels you need him.

"You'll never know how precious you are…" He sighs out, bringing you in to hold you against his chest, still swaying ever so gently.

"I'll keep you safe. Until I can't breathe and then beyond the grave. I'll keep you safe."

It doesn't have to be possible, it doesn't have to be feasible, it just needs to be said. It needs to be felt, between the two of you, dancing in your kitchen like two people that have loved each other for a lifetime.

Next time you'll wait for him, you'll stay inside, you'll borrow a phone...

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Stay

A/N: This is my entry for CJ’s Twisted Valentine’s Day Challenge. @hufflebucky​ I hope I did the character justice! ;))

Trope: ‘There’s only one bed’ & “I’ll have a drink but only if you’re buying.”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, Smut, fluff, cheating?

Word count: 1945

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Rain.

Just perfect. 

Torrential rains seeming to appear out of nowhere from formerly clear skies had you and Steve sprint to find shelter in a nearby alley with a lone canopy lending refuge from the downpour. Then again this weather wasn’t unexpected since you were in London, a city famous for unpredictable showers. 

Most of the damage was done since you had a minor injury to your ankle and Steve didn’t want to leave you behind. 

Panting heavily as you leaned against the brick wall, Steve threw a concerned glance at your leg before mirroring your stance. 

“Is your wound bleeding?” 

“It wasn’t back at the building.” 

Your damp trousers made it a bit hard to peel them back to inspect the injury and so did the limited source of light, when you did, there was in fact a sizable cut and blood spewing from it, making it quite clear that you’d be needing first-aid. 

“We need to get that wrapped up. Our hotel isn’t far from here, you think you can walk?” Steve frowned, looking around to find no cabs, it was way past midnight and not a soul on the street. 

“Y-yes. I think I can manage.” 

You leaned on him for support and limped ungracefully, stopping every now and then before the Captain lifted you up bridal style and proceeded to hurry up the lobby to your hotel - a rather quaint bed and breakfast chosen for your stay for this particular mission. 

Chilly air made you shiver and huddle closer to his warm chest, though the two of you were soaked, he seemed warmer somehow. 

Maybe it was a super soldier thing, you wondered. 

After placing you on the wooden chair in your room and shutting the door, Steve asked permission to lift up your pants to reveal the wound which looked nastier than before, it had turned dark and had swollen quite a bit. 

“I’ll call for a first-aid kit from downstairs.” 

“Don’t. I have one lying in my bag.” You nodded towards the closet where you’d kept your kit just in case. 

He cleaned the injury carefully before wrapping it up in medical gauze and a roller bandage before smiling. 

“Were you prepared for this to happen?” 

“Hey not all of us have super healing powers. Besides, you know how clumsy I can be.” 

He chuckled before letting his fingers graze over the exposed skin of your leg, his blue eyes fixed on yours, making you forget that you were shivering and dripping wet. 

“Ah! I’m a fucking idiot.” You exclaimed suddenly.

“Whoa language (Y/N). What’s wrong?” 

“Should’ve taken a shower before this.” 

You muttered, pointing to your freshly bandaged foot. The weariness from your mission had begun to creep up on you and all you wanted was to bathe, eat and sleep, precisely in that order. 

It must’ve slipped Cap’s mind too as he seemed to have an ‘oh shit’ face, before helping you stand up. 

“Call me if you need help in there.” He called out, making your eyebrows travel up at the boldness. 

“Look at you all flirty Mr Rogers. Thank you but I think I can manage.” 

‘Mr Rogers’ stirring something inside of him that secretly made him wish you would ask for his aid in the bathroom as he stared at your back before you closed the door behind you. 

You managed to take a shower somewhat awkwardly, careful not to disturb the dressing before another string of profanities slipped from your mouth. 

“Umm..Steve?” 

“Do you need a towel?” 

He answered before you could ask, his shuffling feet approached the door faster than you thought, giving you no time to cover your naked form. 

Like a gentleman, he covered his eyes before handing you the towel and turning around, not leaving the room. 

“You can leave, I’ll waddle out.” You said quietly, wrapping the fluffy towel around yourself. 

“Not a chance. You’ll end up tripping over something, let me help you change. I swear I won’t look.” 

He said with finality, eyes still closed, a little curt nod as if to warn himself not to peak. 

After helping you dress in comfortable sleepwear, Steve sat you on your bed and checked his beeping phone with his brows knitted together. 

“Something wrong?” 

“My plane got delayed.” 

“Oh.” 

Your face gave nothing away, but on the inside you were relieved that you wouldn’t be spending the night alone. You knew Steve was supposed to meet up with Sharon Carter, you also weren’t alien to him being old-school in so many ways, so much so that he hadn’t the courage to ask her out properly yet. 

“Are you getting a room here then?” You regretted asking the question instead of offering to share as realization hit Steve and he walked out of your room after muttering a quick ‘right, I probably should.’

Thirty minutes passed with you surfing mindlessly through channels on the television after having ordered room service, waiting to hear from Steve, when you received a text. 

Hey doll, turns out they don’t have any rooms left and it’s too late to go look for another hotel. I’m at the bar. You should get some sleep. - Steve 

Rolling your eyes at the message, you threw on a jacket over the pjs you had and made your way to the bar where Steve sat nursing a glass of scotch whiskey. 

“Alright what are we drinking?” You took a seat next to him, much to his surprise.

“I thought you were asleep.” 

“I couldn’t leave you here all alone and mopey about not having a place to stay. Besides, I could use a drink.” 

“So a pity stay?” He teased, downing the rest of the amber liquid. 

“Believe what you have to Cap. I’ll have a drink but only if you’re buying.” 

“Yes ma’am.”

You smirked, while the bartender brought you a glass of your favourite whiskey on the rocks, the fact that Steve knew your drink of choice was surprising. 

.

The clock showed 3:00AM when you and Steve returned to your room. Two glasses of liquid courage working wonders in keeping your body in a warm buzz while pushing Steve’s worries about sharing a bed far far away. 

Steve began peeling his clothes off while you made no attempts of giving him privacy to do so, getting under the covers and leaning against the headboard.

“Enjoying the view?” 

“I’d be lying if I said no.” 

A quick run to the bathroom later Steve got under the sheets next to you, wearing his white tank and dark colored bottoms. 

“Good night (Y/N). Thanks again for letting me stay here.” 

“You’re welcome Steve.” 

The bed suddenly seemed small now that a tall muscular super soldier was occupying it along with you. He turned to face you as you did the same, not quite done with the conversation yet but not knowing what to say either. 

Silence hung heavy as the berry scent of your shower gel filled Steve’s senses, the way your body heat radiated towards him, the way you were angled facing him almost close enough to touch, he was grateful for the sheets covering his tenting bottoms. 

“So how are things with your boyfriend? John was it?” He asked bitterly, staring down at his crossed arms. 

“Not great. Pretty sure I’m dumping him after we get back.” 

Your answer made Steve’s heart soar, a light blush appeared on his cheeks evident in the little light your room was bathed in. 

“Well I’m sorry.” 

“Are you?” 

“What?” 

He looked up to find your face closer to his, eyes flitting towards his lips, hot breath reaching his skin. 

“Then I shouldn’t feel guilty for doing this.” 

Steve’s hands found the side of your neck while his lips brushed against yours testing at first but when you captured his bottom lip with your teeth and shifted closer, his other arm found your waist and pulled you against his chest. 

He pushed you gently, laying you on the bed carefully and hovering over you, settling between your legs. Breaking the kiss abruptly, you stared into his lust-filled eyes, hardly in any blue left in those, breaths mingling as you both smiled panting, your fingers weaving through his short blonde hair at the nape of his neck. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.” Steve admitted, the blush on his cheeks returning. 

“Well I’m glad you did now.” 

You whispered, brushing your thumb against his cheek before he dipped down to kiss you again. Wasting no time in running his tongue along your closed lips, he deepened the kiss as your arms went around his shoulders, spurring him on. You sighed when Steve moved his lips over to your neck, placing feather-light pecks all over the skin before finding your junction and sucking there, driving you insane. 

He sat up on his knees to rid you of your clothing, before undressing himself down to his boxers and resuming his actions. 

“So beautiful..” 

His large hands palmed your breasts, kneading and pinching your hardened nipples before replacing his hands with his mouth. 

“S-steve. I want you.” 

You whined, pulling on his hair as you felt his clothed erection poking against your inner thigh. His hands slid down between the valley of your breasts, down to your stomach and reached your mound, stopping where you wanted him the most. 

Silently asking permission before your hips lifted off the bed granting it, Steve groaned when his fingers found your slick opening, wanting, aching for him. He brushed your folds, thumb grazing over your bundle of nerves before plunging a finger inside, eliciting a gasp from your lips. You clenched your walls around his digit to show just how much you needed him, while he chuckled against the skin of your neck. 

Desperately, you pushed his boxers down and wrapped your fingers around his cock, pumping a few times as he groaned against your ear before lining it over your entrance. 

Steve pushed in, slowly, intimately, inch by inch stretching you out as your warmth enveloped him, soon fully sheathed inside you. He gave you time to adjust for a moment before pulling almost all the way out and thrust back in, making you grab his shoulder as you cried out. 

Soon he set a steady rhythm, driving in and out of you at a pace that had you rush closer and closer to the edge as your pants and mewls echoed into the night. Steve snaked a hand between your bodies and rubbed your clit in circles, whispering words that sent your senses into overdrive as your orgasm washed over you, body trembling underneath his, back arching off the bed while he held you close, never stopping his thrusts. 

He chased his own end while you still rode out yours, hips slamming into yours at a rapid pace as your walls still fluttered around his cock. Hiding his face in the crook of your neck, he grunted loudly as you felt his cum paint your walls, cock twitching inside you. 

Steve cleaned you up before pulling the sheets over the two of you, kissing your forehead tenderly as you snuggled to his side. 

“Thank God your plane got delayed.” You mumbled sleepily. 

“Thank God you made me stay.” 

Outside, the sun began peaking through the horizon, the sky turning lighter by the minute as the two of you closed your eyes, sleep welcoming instantly. 

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Batfam Ficrecs - Part 3

Don’t have anything to read during the holidays? No problem, here are some great Batfam fanfics. Most of them are fairly recent, so hopefully you’ll find something new. The focus is on fluffy and funny gen Batfam stories, but I also included a few H/C stories and two JayRoy ones.

My other Reclists for fluffy Batfam fics are here and here if you’re looking for even more. Have fun reading =D

Short and Sweet Stories:

How To Break Up A Knife Fight by RubyofRaven (Gen, 1.5K, Rated Gen): In which Alfred is away, Bruce has an emergency, and someone needs to be left in charge. Family fluff Batfam style with a perfect ending.

A Hindering Hand by collectivefandomstuff (Gen, 4.3K, Rated T): When Dick is refused the opportunity to coddle Damian, he decides to lavish his other siblings with his questionably helpful assistance. They are palpably ungrateful. Dick being an annoying older brother is hilarious and sweet at the same time. Good feel reading.

Halloween Wonder by alecmagnuslwb (M/M, 1.7K, Rated Gen): Jason and Roy take Lian trick or treating and she has a specific request for their costumes. Sweet JayRoy family fluff.

Get Out Of My Room by damthosefandoms (Gen, 2.2K, Rated Gen): Dick likes to mess with his little brother. Jason enjoys being a little shit to his older brother. Everyone always says they’ll get along when they get older. They’re not so sure about that. Sweet and funny story about Dick and Jason being brothers.

Have I Told You About Minnie? by Hinn_Raven (Gen, 4.5K, Rated T): After you’ve known Matches Malone long enough, you get used to him telling you about his kids. Not that his kids know about it. Bruce is a proud dad, even when he is undercover, and can’t stop telling everyone about his awesome kids. Nice focus on the relationship between Bruce and Stephanie.

Night at the (National History) Museum by collectivefandomstuff (Gen, 7.2K, Rated T): The Batbros cause havoc at a gala and it is hilarious.

Nutella by good_ho_mens (Gen, 1.7K, Rated T): Dick just wanted Nutella, and Jason didn't feel like getting shot today.

One Wrong Step by good_ho_mens (Gen, 3.0K, Rated Gen): Damian steps on a mine and Jason refuses to leave. Also, Tim worries. Batbrothers bonding during a crisis and it is so good.

Put On Your Mask (We're Going Shopping) by shanahane (Gen, 3.2K, Not Rated): It's been... some time since Bruce has done any sort of shopping. Still, somehow, miraculously, the trip to the supermarket is a not a complete disaster. One could even describe it as successful. Wholesome Batdad with his sons.

Friends That Say (You’re Not Alone) by ProsperDemeter (Gen, 3.5K, Rated Gen): Clark visits Wayne Manor during Christmas and sees a totally different side to Bruce in how he behaves around little Dick. Sweet and wholesome, good dad Bruce and little ray of sunshine Dickie.

siblings being siblings series by envysparkler (Gen, 12.3K+, Rated T): The Batkids notice that Bruce never confronts Jason about little mistakes and start to use him as a scapegoat. It spirals from there. Super funny, especially once Jason gets his revenge.

 Hurt/Comfort Stories:

in doctor's office lighting (i didn't tell you i was scared) by good_ho_mens (Gen, 8.9K, Rated T): Tim gets meningitis and it isn’t pretty, but his family is there for him. A sickfic that goes pretty deep, including the first real look at how Tim’s missing spleen will influence his life. Hurt comfort done super well.

Tough Love by iselsis (Gen, 7.6K, Rated T): Jason finds his mother dead on the bathroom floor, but his grief is interrupted when a strange man breaks into his apartment and kidnaps him. The moment you get what is happening this story changes completely and it is so good.

Zoetic by PurpleArrowzandLeather (Gen, 4.2K, Rated T): Jason goes inside a burning building to save people who are trapped in their apartments. He doesn't come out. Emotional and sad, but so satisfying. (And Chapter 2 makes everything better again.)

Looking for Home by Team_Alpha_Wolf_Squadron (Gen, 11.8K, Rated T): Bruce and Jason are lost in the woods, not knowing how they got there, or even where they are. A little road trip even when there is no road is always good for bonding though. So, so great. Not gonna say more to avoid spoilers. Background Bruce/Clark, but that’s not really important.

Broken Bodies, Daisy Bloom Series by RandomReader13 (Gen, 15.6K+, Rated Gen to M): The Batfam during the zombie apocalypse. A very realistic take on how to survive the zombie apocalypse, with emotional family moments and the expected worst case scenario happening but with a twist.

Waylaid by Elya_Rho (Gen, 31.7K, Rated T): All Damian wanted was to spend the day alone with his father. Then Drake had to go and ruin everything by getting himself kidnapped... Damian pretending not to care about Tim while simultaneously doing everything possible to safe him is so good. Very nice Batbro story.

 In Progress:

Keeping Score by Elya_Rho (Gen, 67.3K+, Rated T): Brothers can turn anything into a competition … including saving each other's lives. Don’t worry about it being a WIP, there are no unresolved cliffhangers. The individual missions are so good and get even better with each chapter. I reread all of them several times already, so definitely worth a try.

the thing with feathers by bacondoughnut (Gen, 16.3K+, Not Rated): When Dick and Bruce go missing and Tim can't find them on his own he turns to the only other person he can think of for help, Jason. He just hopes they can keep from killing each other long enough to save their family. Jason reluctantly helping Tim, great detective work and begrudging brotherly bonding, what more could you want?

Drink Deep in the Morning by GordandV (Gen, 4.0K+, Rated T): Robin era Jason talks Dick into taking him driving. Sweet Batbrothers in an interesting magical realism AU. A WIP with only one chapter, but the world is established in such an interesting way, it’s really worth a read.

A Change Of Scenery by Sun_Moon_Stars_Jedi (M/M, 18.5K+, Rated Gen): Jason finds himself stuck in the past while Roy has to deal with the fourteen year old version of his husband. Time travel is just so much fun! I’m shamelessly putting my own fic here, it’s fluffy and funny, so if you’d like to, give it a shot.

Epic Series:

Emotional Motion Sickness Series by Batbirdies (Gen, 348K+, Rated Gen to M): A series beginning with Bruce Wayne finally deciding to go to therapy, and the ripple effect afterwards. I can’t put into words how good this series is. If you like Bruce as a good dad, who makes up for his faults and is there for his kids, you absolutely have to read this!

Flightless Birds Series by Ionaperidot (Gen, 181K+, Not Rated): A Bruce without the Batkids meets one with them. Cue Batdad collecting abandoned kids from the multiverse. The progress Bruce and each of the kids makes is amazing, an absolute must read. Slight TimKon, but the pairing is not the focus of the stories.

In For a Pound Series by Cdelphiki (Gen, 248K+, Rated Gen): Talia gives Damian to Bruce when he is still a baby and it changes everything. I’m sure everyone has already read this amazing series, but on the off chance that you haven’t, go do it. Everything Cdelphiki writes makes you feel warm and happy, family fluff of the highest quality.

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Lorien Legacies Characters + Voices

One: -Has a slight California accent after spending so much time there -Uses basic surfer slang and overexaggerates it sometimes (gnarly dude!) -Also uses modern slang a lot -Has a light, clear, pleasant, smooth, level, soft, and sultry voice -Doesn’t talk too loud or too quiet, usually at the right volume unless she’s excited, then she’s at max volume and makes peoples’ ears bleed -Gets voice cracks and sounds deeper when she’s upset or angry and half the time it’s sad and the other half the time it’s scary -Says ‘hella’ and curses a lot -Sounds fierce and enraged when she’s yelling and it’s terrifying, she sounds wild and untamed -Uses casual words and grammar, nothing too complicated or difficult -Sounds like what silk and cotton candy feel like -Talks kind of slow, but when she’s talking about something she’s passionate about she talks at a mile a minute -Her natural voice is really calming, especially when she’s tired or relaxed, like water splashing on rocks -At night her voice is so low and soothing it’s like star-gazing at three in the morning -Sounds really lazy at times  -Gets a little rasp when she’s been yelling too much and it’s awesome -Has a raucous and husky but really contagious laugh

Maggie: -Has a slight Irish accent that gets clearer the louder her voice gets -Has a light, clear, pleasant, gentle, really soft, sotto, silvery, small, and kind of high voice  -Mutters in different languages a lot (the others don’t know she’s cursing) -Stutters and uses ‘uh’ and ‘um’ a lot -Talks kind of slow and hesitant at first, but once she warms up to people she talks way too fast and excitedly -And by ‘way too fast’ I mean way too fast, like the girl needs to slow down, barely anyone can understand her. She’s also super talkative to the point of annoying -Sometimes her voice gets raspy when she’s been raising her voice too much (which is rarely, her voice is usually at a good volume) but rarely gets raspy when she’s talking normally since she’s used to talking a lot -Instead of getting shaky or shrill when she’s scared, her voice gets firm and tight -Uses really big, descriptive words some people don’t even understand and has a very extensive vocabulary -Sounds dreamy and starry-eyed, like she’s always fantasizing something and it’s really relaxing and pleasant to listen to -Kind of sounds like what stars would look like if you could see them during the day -Her voice is so soothing and peaceful the others don’t mind when she reads out loud and aren’t scared to admit they allow a 12 year old to read to them -Sounds fiery and harsh when she’s yelling, it’s a lot more loud and commanding than people expect to come from a small 12 year old -When she’s tired she sounds wistful and drags most of her words  -And when she’s sad her voice gets really shaky and brittle like she’s always on the verge of breaking down and it’s heart-breaking -Has a soft and cute laugh that’s really quiet, she giggles more than laughs -Sounds like what lace, dreams, and pearls look like -Uses perfect grammar and corrects everyone else a lot

Hannu: -Has a thick Kenyan accent -His voice is deep, strong, fruity, pleasant, thick, soft, and smooth -Uses casual but perfect grammar -Also uses older slang he picked up from his Cêpan -Sounds harsh and loud when he’s yelling, which is rare -His voice is really level and placid, it’s almost lulling -Sounds deeper and shaky and breathes really heavily when he’s upset or scared -Uses nicknames a lot, he likes shortening people’s names as much as he can just for the heck of it -He pronounces things wrong often. He can speak every language fluently but frequently pronounces certain words wrong -Likes short and simple words everyone can understand  -Mirrors people often, his voice will change depending on whom he’s been talking to the most -Has a really deep and rich voice that sounds like it’s resonating and everyone loves it -And has a low and sweet laugh that’s really nice to hear -Sounds like what melted chocolate and coffee look like -Drags some of his words and talks at a leisurely pace, he likes taking his time -Never curses no matter the situation -When he’s happy his voice gets higher and brighter -Talks at a nice, steady pace that’s easy to follow along to -Anyone can tell what he’s feeling by his voice, he never bothers to hide it and his voice is always full of emotions

John: -Has a moderate Ohioan accent that Nine mocks a lot -Uses a lot of Ohioan slang as well -Has a fruity, pleasant, gravelly, honeyed, strong, and appealing voice that’s more on the deep side -Sounds booming and assertive when he’s yelling, it’s basically him getting in his Leader Mode™ -Has a deep and resonant laugh that’s really cute (though no one would admit it) -Sounds brittle, low, and serious when he’s upset like he’s about to cry even when he isn’t -Never stutters, he’s learned enough about lying to get the whole talking thing down -Uses casual but good grammar and basic, everyday words, nothing too flashy or complicated -His voice is really nice to listen to especially when he’s comforting someone, it gets really soft and as fragile as glass -Sounds like what deep water looks like and what feathers feel like -Also sounds really soulful, his voice is always thick and full of emotion so it’s easy to tell what he’s feeling by the way he talks, even if he tries to hide it -Says phrases from a bunch of different states in the U.S, so sometimes his sentences are blurs of city slang barely anyone can understand -Since he spends half his time shouting orders or yelling at the other Garde (especially Nine) for doing dumb shit, by the end of the day his voice is always super husky and low -When he’s really tired he talks so slowly, it’s like going down a lazy river, though sometimes it’s annoying cause he takes so damn long to say a single sentence -His voice gets sharp and grating when he’s angry. When he starts sounding like the way cut steel looks like you know you effed up

Five: -Has hints of a few different islander accents that Ella jokes make him sound like a pirate (that and his missing eye definitely give off that impression) -His voice is on the deeper side but not as deep as the other guys’ -Has a gruff, husky, throaty, gravelly, and sometimes monotonous voice. He can sound completely dead and toneless if he wants -He sounds harsh and raucous when he’s yelling, it’s very rough, loud, and grating -When he’s angry he sounds wild and fierce, almost frantic -Uses simple words and calls people by their last names a lot, but never calls people by their numbers -He’ll never admit it when he’s scared, but it’s easy to tell from his voice which gets really tremulous and frail -Sometimes stutters, but never lets himself stutter when talking to people he doesn’t like -His voice when talking to people he doesn’t know or like is cold and hostile- mostly emotionless- but when he’s talking to people he does it’s completely different, it’s soft and sweet and gentle and it’s low-key adorable -Has a sharp and croaky laugh that makes it sound like it’s a fake laugh but it’s usually real (unless it’s a sarcastic laugh) -Curses quite a bit, though not as much as others. Usually it’s just under his breath or when he’s yelling, but not in daily conversation -The way his voice sounds changes depending on who he’s talking to. Usually it sounds like what tires on gravel sound like, sometimes like what steel and ice feel like, and other times like flowers and fluffy clouds -Always has planned-out wording, he hates being unprepared, even if it’s with things as simple as a conversation -So generally he hates talking to really spontaneous people who change the topic a lot unless it’s someone talkative whom he likes, then he just lets them do the talking and he listens in (really well, may I add)

Six: -Has a ranging accent from various places -But her most prominent accent is her Italian one, which gets louder as she yells -And because of her Italian accent, she pronounces her ‘i’s like ‘e’ and she hates it -Has a sultry, smooth, smoky, firm, level, and husky voice, and it’s really deep, deeper than John’s and all the other females -Sounds toneless most of the time but when she’s comfortable or relaxed, she allows others to tell what she’s feeling through her voice (and expression) -Sounds ardent and fiery when she’s yelling. Her voice is so commanding most people would listen to her without thinking -When she’s been talking to much she gets a rasp in her voice that sounds awesome -Since she’s usually so blunt and has learned to hide her emotions, you can barely tell when she’s angry, but she sounds harsh and brash when she’s angry enough -And because of this, you can also rarely tell when she’s scared but if she’s scared enough her voice will get low and quavery and it’s terrifying to hear cause when Six is scared enough to show it, you know the situation is bad -Has a light and silvery laugh that’s rare but nice to hear from her -She doesn’t have many passions outside of the war so when she finds some hobbies after it’s over, she talks really fast and sounds so eager and excited whenever she talks about it -Never stutters or uses ‘uh’ or ‘um’, she usually has her voice under control -Most of the time she sounds like a basic soldier- strong, firm, sturdy, flat, and assertive, like she’s taking orders from a general -Talks at a level, steady pace and uses kind of lengthy, sophisticated words -Sounds like what lightning and thunder look and feel like (pun intended) -Will curse now and then. It’s not a normal thing for her but not surprising when she does it, either

Marina: -Has a moderate Spanish accent from her lengthy time at Santa Teresa  -Uses Spanish slang a lot, too -Has a thick, emotional, pleasant, smooth, soft, sweet, and velvety voice -Her voice isn’t too high or too deep, it’s right in the middle and sounds great -Sounds strident and forceful when she’s yelling. She sounds like the verbal personification of trying to push against a wall -She sounds bitter and wobbly when she’s upset or scared -Her natural voice is so gentle and soothing and lovely, hearing it is like getting a warm verbal mom hug and she makes a great comforter because of it -People love hearing her voice because of this -She gets a slight rasp when she’s been yelling cause she’s not used to it -Sometimes stutters, usually when she’s talking about something she’s passionate about cause it’s the only time she won’t talk at a slow, calm pace -Her voice is so peaceful and serene most people who are mad will calm down just at the sound of her voice -Sounds like what vanilla looks like and what velvet feels like -Uses good grammar and wise, knowledgeable words -Has a soft and warm laugh that’s really irresistible and others love hearing it -Uses platonic-friendship pet names like ‘Dolly’, ‘Buttercup’, and ‘Teacup’ -Mutters and curses under her breath in Spanish a lot, especially when she’s exasperated with the other Garde (usually Nine) -When she’s tired her voice gets really deep and sleepy, almost as deep as John’s

Eight: -Has a thick Indian accent after being there for so long -Also speaks Sanskrit fluently and will often switch to it mid-sentence without realizing it -Has a thick, smooth, clear, appealing, husky, fruity, honeyed, and soft voice -His voice is deeper than John and Five’s but not as deep as Nine’s, on par with and deeper than Six’s when he’s tired -Sounds low and guttural when he’s angry, he practically growls -Makes random animal noises at the most random moments thanks to his shape-shifting -When he’s scared or sad his voice turns really soft and delicate, like he could break if you so much as blow in his direction -Uses nicknames (funny and normal) and pet names a lot. Usually pet names are for Marina but he’ll often jokingly flirt with John and Nine   -Sounds violent and sharp when he’s yelling, like the way the edge of a sword looks like, and since he rarely yells, it’s pretty scary coming from him -Has a bright and cheerful laugh that’s the personification of sunshine and happiness, it’s great and often lifts the mood of everyone who hears it -Sounds like sugar and what a fuzzy, warm blanket feels like -He naturally talks really fast- sometimes even faster than Maggie- so he pronounces a lot of words wrong, though he never minds -Really likes watching movies and reading so steals a lot of signature phrases from characters -So he’ll be throwing things like ‘Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn’ into daily conversation and no one but Maggie and Sam understand the references

Nine: -Has a heavy Chicago-city accent  -Has a gravelly, husky, strong, fruity, gruff, attractive, and low voice -His voice is deeper than John’s but not as deep as people would expect (Six and Eight’s voices are deeper) -Uses Chicago slang a lot and since it changes so often, it confuses the others so much they’ve stopped bothering to ask what something means -Like one day he’ll keep saying ‘finna’ and has to explain what it means then a few weeks later he’ll start saying ‘I like the drip’ and the others are so exasperated trying to keep up -Drags his words a lot, he talks at a slow, easygoing pace but sometimes talks so slowly it’s low-key irritating -Uses nicknames a lot, like calling Five ‘Hobbit’ or Ella ‘Squirt’ -Doesn’t care too much about having an extensive vocabulary but started using decent grammar after Maggie kept correcting him (she eventually gave up with all the Chicago slang, though) -Sounds booming and assertive when he’s yelling, he honestly has one of the most scary yelling voices besides Adam. It’s strong and fierce and dominant and everyone knows not to mess with him when he’s pissed -Talks SUPER LOUDLY LIKE TYPING IN ALL CAPS, the others have to remind him to lower his voice on a daily basis -Sounds ferocious and forceful when he’s angry, like the verbal form of a wildfire -Would never admit he’s scared unless it’s to people he’s really close with but sometimes it’s obvious through his voice, which gets shaky and heavy -Has a slight rasp that makes his voice sound more hoarse  -Sounds like what caramel and melted marshmallows look like -Has a deep and pleasant laugh that’s really low and always genuine and melodious and rich -Curses a lot, the most out of everyone

Ella: -Has hints of a Scottish accent -Has a high, soft, sweet, slightly raspy, silvery, honeyed, and sotto voice -Overall her voice is really cute -Uses actress slang like ‘room tone’ and ‘back to one’ -Also uses good grammar and either really simple, basic words or sophisticated ones, not as knowledgeable or extensive as Maggie’s but pretty advanced for her age -Sounds brittle and thin when she’s upset and scared -It’s easy to tell what she’s feeling through her voice, she never bothers trying to hide her emotions even though she’s an experienced-enough actor to do so and her voice is always full with emotion   -Rarely yells but the few times she does, she sounds wild and and frantic, almost hysterical  -When she’s angry she sounds trembly and taut. She sounds less angry, per se, and more tight, so it’s hard to tell when she’s angry or just annoyed -Has a soft and airy laugh that sounds like the way a soft breeze feels -Mirrors others a lot, she unintentionally copies everyone else’s signature phrases, hand gestures, tone, et cetera -Her natural voice is super quiet and others have to remind her to speak up a lot, though she’s starting to get the hang of it after mirroring loud-ass Nine  -Sounds like what crystals look like and what the cool side of a pillow feels like

Sam: -Has a basic American accent -Has a gentle, emotional, mellow, light, silvery, and kind of high voice -And it’s really, really soft, softer than Marina’s and others love listening to his voice so they don’t mind when he goes on rants about movies or space -When he’s in any mood other than happy or excited he sounds like he’s about to cry, even when he’s relaxed -But when he’s mad his voice doesn’t quiver or anything, it just gets really tight  -When he’s talking about things he’s passionate about he talks slower like he’s savoring the words and his voice gets a little deeper and somehow softer -His voice and breath get really shaky when he’s scared or upset like he’s about to break down and it’s really sad to hear -Generally talks quite fast and faster when he’s nervous -Chuckles more than laughs, it’s quiet and sweet -Always gives people nicknames from sci-fi movies, like he’ll call John Spock at random times and no one understands the references -His voice is really soothing. He’s not the best at comforting people (he’s kinda awkward with it) but his voice is enough to calm people down a little bit -Rarely curses, he’ll only say the less intense words like damn or shit but if he’s angry enough he’ll go on a cursing spree and everyone’s shocked at it -Hates Ohio slang but it’s become a habit after living there for so long (and cause John uses it all the time) -Sounds like what glass looks like and what cotton feels like -When he’s tired or just woke up his voice will get really deep- on par with John’s- and he drags all his words and talks super slow -Uses perfect grammar and has a very extensive vocabulary -Usually sounds like a polite college professor  -Says ‘burst the bubble’ all the time and uses a lot of astronaut slang and terms -Half the time his speech is impromptu and the other half of the time he has to know what he’s going to say and prepares it like two hours before

Sarah: -Also has a typical American accent -Has a really soft, soothing, velvety, pleasant, emotional, and melodious voice -Her voice isn’t too deep or too high, it’s right in the middle and just a little deeper than Sam’s -Has a soft and giggly laugh, it’s really cute -When she’s scared or upset her voice gets kind of shaky and croaky -Talks at a nice, steady pace and always at a reasonable volume -Sounds like writing in italics -Has a shrill and strident yelling voice when she’s frantic -But when she’s angry it’s resonant and orotund  -Overall has a very clear and calm voice but gets a slight rasp when she’s tired and it’s really nice -Also makes a great comforter cause her voice is so soft and sweet -Sounds so patient all the time -Uses good grammar and simple but illustrative words  -And uses a bunch of cute, romantic pet names like ‘Love’, ‘Darling’, ‘Sweetie’, etc. -Doesn’t use any type of slang, she just goes for the basic words -Sounds like honey and the way soft sweaters feel -Likes using the basic nicknames that are shortened versions of peoples’ names -And always calls the Garde by their Earth names, she doesn’t like calling people by numbers cause she feels like it’s dehumanizing them -When she’s nervous or anxious her voice gets really quiet, like a whisper -Can sound really rough when she’s tired or exhausted -Her voice is the most feminine of the group, and it’s really soothing and calming to listen to, especially when you’re tired or trying to relax -Her voice is like getting the verbal personification of cuddling with a soft stuffed animal -It’s just really great, kind of like a piece of heaven

Adam: -Kind of has that harsh Mogadorian accent he tries hard to get rid of -Tries to make his voice sound softer but it just ends up sounding like metal against a cheese grater so he eventually gave up -Has a thick, kind of throaty, gravelly, husky, steady, firm, and croaky voice -His voice isn’t really deep, just a bit deeper than Sarah’s and on par with Five’s -But when he’s tired his voice gets really deep, on par with John and sometimes Six and Eight -Sounds monotonous and kind of dead towards people he doesn’t know but once he warms up to them he sounds a lot more optimistic and emotional -Also calls people he doesn’t know by their last name or rank -Usually sounds really hopeful and wistful -Easily has the scariest yelling voice, he sounds wild and fierce and forceful and really, really loud and it’s pretty terrifying -His voice gets really scratchy, sad, and shaky when he’s scared or upset and it’s so painful to hear him like that -When he’s trying to comfort people he usually goes for physical affection but is actually quite wise and always knows the best things to say -Uses perfect but casual grammar and knowledgeable, sophisticated words that make him sound like a nerdy high schooler teacher’s pet -Also uses Mog terms and slang (if that’s even a thing) and literally no one understands him -Curses quite a lot. Not as much as One or Nine but a bit more than Five and Six -Mutters under his breath a lot, usually in Mogadorian -His laugh is a little weird, kind of sharp and choppy, but nice to hear from him -Rarely raises his voice but whenever he does it’s intense -Sounds like lightning and the taste of mint -Usually his voice is a little toneless like someone reading an audiobook -Talks at a very steady pace but likes to pronounce things perfectly and on-point so talks almost carefully, and likes having all his words prepared -Generally sounds warm towards his friends but can sound cold as ice when talking to his enemies

[silverlightqueen]

Fallen

silverlightqueen’s SKZ Scarefest

angel!felix x demon!reader - comedy, fluff, felix worrying about losing his job as an angel lmao 

Word Count: 2.4k+

Summary - Felix is an angel. Literally. Like, from Heaven. And he’s the best at being one. Never has he let temptation lead him astray. Never has he stopped before doing what is right. Never has he abandoned his assigned humans, even those that provide the most challenge. He’s never stepped a toe out of line, always kept his crush on a particularly annoying demon a secret. That is, until, he wakes up in the bed of said annoying demon with lipstick stains on his skin and his halo a little crooked.

Warnings: explicit discussion of sex, making out, that’s it I think but let me know if I missed something please!

this is dedicated to the lovely @brinnalaine​ for being such a supportive sweetheart, so I hope you enjoy this little fic about our sunshine!

a/n: and here is the sixth instalment of my SKZ Scarefest! I’m sorry it’s so late in the day but I’ve spent all day at a theme park scarefest getting terrorised by clowns and dolls in terrifying mazes lmao. @silverlightprincess​ hasn’t actually proofread this but she proofreads everything else so I still want to thank her for being the best! I really hope you guys enjoy this bc it was really fun to write. please be sure to check out the previous parts and keep an eye out for the next parts too x

taglist: @kodzu-ken​ @cloudsgathering​ @silverlightprincess

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I wake up with something heavy on my face and a dizzy head from my mouth and nose being blocked. I try to take a deep breath and, instead, end up inhaling something soft and wispy, making me choke. I sit up suddenly, pushing the heavy thing off me with effort as I splutter, trying to empty my mouth of whatever it is that’s invaded it. And then I reach a finger into my mouth and end up pulling out feathers. Pure white and fringed feathers.

‘Did you just shove my wing, y/n?’ I hear Felix’s deep morning voice mumble into his pillow, and I shoot his back a dirty look, fishing his stupid feathers out of my mouth and trying to ignore the way I get butterflies in my stomach at hearing him say my name with that voice of his. He’s got his massive wings out for some stupid reason, one of them taking up my side of the bed whilst the other hangs over onto the floor. His hair, a lovely soft blond colour, is a fluffy mess on the pillow, and I can feel the heat that his body radiates despite only having the covers up to his hips, the band of his underwear just about visible.

I’ve been running into Felix quite a bit in the last few months – somehow he was always being assigned to humans in areas that I was… terrorising people in. Angels and demons have always had a… rocky relationship, but Felix was too pure, too kind, too sweet for me to be a bitch to him like I’ve been to all the other angels I’ve encountered. So I put up with his annoyingly sunny presence and his random acts of kindness and him stopping me from feeding on humans because ‘they haven’t done anything wrong!’ After him starving me for months, I got fed up and made a deal with him. I would scare the shit out of people to feed on them, and he would erase their memories so they wouldn’t be scarred for life. We became a… partnership of sorts, making me the most well-fed demon and him the highest achieving angel. To celebrate our successes, I took him to a new trendy bar last night and we got super drunk on fruity cocktails. And here we are now, with my cute red dress on the floor next to his black jeans.

‘Yes. I did. Because it was on top of me, suffocating me, and now I have a mouthful of your dumb feathers. Why are they even out? Put them away please?’ I ask harshly, injecting more annoyance into my voice than I feel, and Felix sighs, rolling his shoulders without moving from his position of being sprawled out on his front in my bed, and his wings slowly shrink, diminishing into his strong back, the only trace of them the two small bumps between his shoulder blades.

‘Don’t call my feathers dumb. I put a lot of effort into looking after them,’ he mumbles, voice still muffled in his pillow, and I roll my eyes, letting myself fall back against the bed. ‘Wouldn’t be able to tell. Coarse and ratty, they are,’ I tease half-heartedly, both of us knowing his feathers are softer than silk. ‘Like your hair,’ he replies in his wickedly deep voice, his amusement obvious in his tone, and I let out an outraged noise.

‘My hair is beautifully healthy, thank you. You should know – had your hands in it for hours last night,’ I pout, annoyed, as I pull the covers up around me, shivering. The room is absolutely freezing, due to the cold weather and the fact that I’m only in Felix’s thin white shirt and a pair of pants, so I can’t help but inch closer to him, his body radiating warmth. He doesn’t reply, but I don’t have any objections. I like my lazy morning lie-ins and it’d be nice to get a couple more hours of sleep.

‘Oh, shit,’ he says a few minutes later, sounding wide awake now, just as I’m beginning to drop off back to sleep, and I let out a loud huff of annoyance. ‘What?’ ‘I slept with you,’ he says as though he’s just found it out, lifting his head up from the pillow and looking at me with wide eyes. ‘Did you forget? I thought it was pretty memorable,’ I say offhandedly, amused. ‘It was. But I… I slept with you,’ he says, turning over and staring up at the ceiling, blinking in disbelief. ‘Right. I’m confused,’ I say, wondering if he’s lost his mind or something. My pussy’s good, but not that good. Or maybe it is? God knows. Actually, let’s hope God doesn’t know. She’ll probably kill Felix. Oh, right. I get why he’s freaking out now.

‘Oh, no. Angel boy’s having a mental breakdown because he fucked a demon, and God’s not gonna be happy,’ I tease in a light voice, holding back my laughter, and Felix sits up in bed, looking distraught. ‘She’s gonna kill me. She will actually kill me,’ he says quietly before dropping his head into his hands with a dramatic fake sob. ‘Oh, calm down. She doesn’t even need to know,’ I say, immensely amused, and Felix turns to me with distraught eyes. ‘She’ll know!’ ‘How? Unless one of us tells her, she won’t know,’ I say pointedly, telling him to keep his mouth shut but in nicer words.

‘But… she’s God. Won’t she just know?’ he asks, eyes wide like an innocent little kid, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘You’re not the first angel I’ve fucked, Lix.’ ‘I’m not?’ he asks, sounding sceptical, and I shoot him a dirty look. ‘Don’t sound so disbelieving. But, anyway, she’s never found out about those before. As long as you don’t blab, it’ll be fine,’ I say, and he nods, looking like he’s on the verge of tears.

‘Lix, relax. Stop panicking. You’re ruining the morning-after mood,’ I say softly after a minute of him just staring at the wall unseeingly. I slide my arms around his waist, pulling him down to lie beside me, and I curl into him instantly, revelling in the warmth of his bare skin. His arm comes around me, holding me against him, and I can sense him relaxing a little. I lay a hand on his chest, over the red lipstick marks that stain his skin, drawing patterns with my fingers, and after a few minutes, he puts his hand over mine, making me look up at him.

He takes me by surprise when he leans down and presses his lips to mine in a gentle kiss. My eyes flutter shut after the initial surprise, and I melt into him, hand sliding up from his chest to around the back of his neck, the short soft hairs at the nape of his neck tickling the pads of my fingers. His velvety lips are firm against mine, our mouths moving in sync, and I let out little breaths and whines against his mouth as his hands leisurely travel over my body, giving me butterflies in my stomach when his tongue slides into my mouth.

We break apart after a few minutes, the kiss leaving me breathless, and his lips quirk up in an amused grin. He might be the most angelic… angel in Heaven, but he touched me, kissed me, fucked me like a demon. ‘You’re cute,’ he murmurs, briefly pressing his lips to my forehead, and I try to ignore the little thrill in my chest, pouting at him instead. ‘I’m an evil demon that feeds on human fear. I’m not cute,’ I mumble, and he lets out a gentle chuckle. ‘You are. You’re a cute evil demon that feeds on human fear,’ he replies with a grin, and I roll my eyes. ‘Shut it, angel boy, you’re the cute one here.’ ‘Here I was thinking you found me sexy.’ ‘In your dreams, Lix,’ I murmur amusedly, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘Not what you were saying last night.’ ‘…Shut up.’

He laughs at me, pulling me closer to him, and I feel warm and secure in his arms. His angel aura is definitely shining through – it feels like nothing could harm me if he’s here. We cuddle in a comfortable silence, his fingers running through my hair soothingly, and my eyes flutter shut after a little while, slumber beginning to take me. ‘What happens now?’ he murmurs, bringing me back from my snooze, and I resist the urge to put my fist through his chest.

‘What do you mean?’ I ask, suppressing a yawn, and he sighs gently as I move off him, lying beside him so I can look him in the eyes. ‘Where do we… go from here?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Um… you go back to Heaven and I go back to Hell,’ I reply, knowing that that’s not the kind of answer he’s looking for, and he rolls his eyes. ‘You know I don’t mean location. I mean… with us,’ he says tentatively, and I don’t react for a moment. ‘Are you asking me what we are?’ I ask, a little stunned, and he nods, looking like he wished he never asked.

‘We’re an angel and demon that have teamed up for our own interests, and we got drunk and slept together, which won’t affect our business partnership. Right?’ I say slowly, and I feel guilt twist in my heart when the hope disappears from his pretty brown eyes. ‘Right. Yeah. I just thought…’ he trails off, turning onto his back and not looking at me. ‘Thought what?’ I ask carefully, and he’s silent for a moment before sighing. ‘I thought that maybe it was something more. I mean… we’ve been spending a lot of time together, and I guess I have a bit of a… crush on you?’ he stammers, ending his sentence as a question as though he’s not quite sure.

He’s still not looking at me, and the words hit me like a ton of bricks. Felix, God’s favourite angel, has a crush on me, Lucifer’s favourite girl and a princess of the 9th circle of Hell? I’m not quite sure how to react to the words, just blinking in surprise for a moment. ‘You have a crush on me? Are you sure?’ I ask, and he lets out a little laugh, eyes still on the ceiling. ‘Yep, pretty sure. I’ve had a few months to think about it,’ he says offhandedly, and my mouth falls open. ‘You’ve had a crush on me the whole time?’ I demand, and he finally looks at me, nodding sheepishly.

‘Why didn’t you say anything, stupid?’ I exclaim, hitting his chest gently, and he lets out a light chuckle. ‘I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.’ ‘What friendship?’ I ask jokingly, and he looks at me deadpan. ‘Sorry. But seriously, are we, like, high schoolers? No. We’re centuries old supernatural beings. If you had a crush on me, you should’ve just told me, and taken me on a date. What is wrong with you?’ I demand, and he blinks at me several times. ‘Did you just say I should’ve taken you on a date?’ he asks, stunned, and I let out an annoyed noise. ‘Yes, keep up.’

‘But… you’re a demon, and I’m an angel.’ ‘Forbidden romances are better than normal ones. Like Cleopatra and Mark, Tristan and Isolde, Pyramus and Thisbe, Romeo and Juli-’ ‘Every one of those couples had a tragic end,’ Felix says dryly, an amused smile on his face, and I roll my eyes. ‘They were mortal, and were forbidden by their parents. It’s different.’ ‘Oh, yeah, we have God and Lucifer to deal with instead,’ he says sarcastically, making me raise an eyebrow. ‘Lucifer won’t care. It’s God that’s the issue. An easily solvable issue,’ I grin, and his face falls.

‘Are you plotting against God?’ he demands, looking completely outraged. ‘Don’t look so shocked, it’s not blasphemy for me. I’m a demon, stupid. But, no, I’m not plotting against her. I’m just gonna… talk to her,’ I say mildly, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘You’re gonna… talk to God? To get her to let us date?’ he asks, sounding disbelieving, and I nod simply. ‘She’ll kill you,’ he replies, eyes sparkling with mirth, and I just grin. ‘I think you’ll find I can be quite… persuasive,’ I reply, dragging my fingertips across his chest gently, the feeling of my long red nails lightly scraping his skin making his amusement disappear, a shaky breath leaving his lips. He blinks a few times, knocking himself out of his little trance. ‘I’m not sure trying to seduce her will work,’ he says lightly, and I smirk at him. ‘Oh, I know. I’m planning something else for her. It’s you I’m trying to seduce,’ I murmur, resting my thumb against my lower lip with a small smile, making my eyes all big, and I see him visibly gulp.

‘It’s working,’ he says distractedly, sliding his arms around me and pulling me on top of him, and I meet his mouth in a kiss, unable to keep the grin off my face as our lips move against each other in a way that numbs my mind. ‘Wait, wait,’ he says after a few seconds, breaking away from me. ‘Does this mean you like me too?’ he asks, looking hopeful, and I think for a moment. ‘You’ve got potential. You’re… handsome, and your personality isn’t totally annoying,’ I admit begrudgingly, heart skipping a beat at the big smile that comes across his face. ‘But,’ I add, making his smile fall a little, ‘some of the appeal is the fact that you’re a pure soul, a heavenly little angel, and I’m quite the opposite. I wanna knock your halo off, angel boy, so you better hope I don’t get bored when I’ve done so.’

He doesn’t react with the hurt I expected, a small smirk playing at his lips instead, and before I can realise that we’re moving, he’s rolled us over, his body hovering over mine. His locks fall over his eyes, casting shadows across his face, and his grin makes him look more like the demons I walk among than the angel he truly is. ‘Don’t worry about getting bored, y/n,’ he murmurs in his sinfully deep voice, one of his hands coming to rest at the base of my throat and making my skin burn hot with desire. I can’t help but mirror his grin, impressed at this very out of character behaviour. ‘Why not, Lix?’ I ask teasingly, and he just smirks, hand tightening at my neck, his sparkly eyes locking with mine. He captures my mouth in a passionate and desperate kiss, murmuring against my lips; ‘I’ll keep you entertained.’

[gaylittleinnkeepers]

19, 20 and 21 for team zeila!! if thats not too much-

OH ONK HI MANTA SIR

nonono this is good! i need to write shit to get my brain moving i just woke up

19 - hobbies

- imogen: she likes singing, which gets weird sometimes but it’ really soothing. she also likes eating (no surprise), sleeping (literally once after a mission imogen fell asleep for three days straight) and occasionally baking. she’s not too bad at it actually.

- dew: he likes dancing like an idiot, espcially in rain. he’a super carefree so it makes sense! also he likes playing with animals, he likes hugging, and he likes playing board games against his teammates. he usually loses but it!s okay because he’s cool.

- tomiko: he likes to say he likes nothing, but there are a few hobbies of his. tomi likes reading (usually you can find him up in a tree away from other humans), he likes swimming, and he likes playing board games with the others. he usually wins because of his cryptic self

- zeila: WELL, being the total mom she is, zeila loves spending time and training her kids. she adores each and every one of them and loves their hobbies too. she plays games with dew, she reads with tomiko, she bakes with imogen. the last one usually doesnt go well with her around

20 - clothing/aesthetic

- imogen: generally imogen wears the same thing, like all the fuvking time. the haori-like thing, a turtleneck underneath, the flowers in her hair. flowers are a recurring thing in team zeila. she has a purple-ish pink aesthetic (like her moms in a ~different universe~), but has the orangey-red flowers from tomiko’s aesthetic.

- dew: he likes green! very green. he’s got like a thing for dark greens, and generally only wears them. he has like a jacket over a fucking singlet (IT DOESNT MATTER WHAT SEASON. ITS ALWAYS THE FUCKINHDMG. SINGLET.), and usually likes to wear a little flower badge on his jacket. his aesthetic is- ofc- green, and he wears purple flowers bc of imogen.

- tomiko: his aesthetic is veryy orangey red. theres some orange, theres some red. he usually wears a scarf over his jumper. he doesn’t change clothes like at all. the other are convinced that he has hundreds of copies of his outfit in his closet. he wears green flowers bc of dew.

- zeila: zeila likes to wear warm, fluffy things. it’s really funny. sometimes she’s wearing a singlet in the summer, but her socks will be fluffy. it’s winter and she’s wearing a feather boa. it’s spring and her gloves are the softest things ever. she wears a lot of different flowers, all for the colours of her team.

21 - favourite foods

- imogen: she will eat anything. like, absolutely anything. ramen? yes. sandwiches? oh, for sure. biscuits. PLS. her all-time favourite food is probably anything to do with eggs, really.

- dew: he isnt picky but there are certainly things he prefers to eat instead of others. for one, he barely eats anything savoury. he’s super unhealthy. dew generally feasts on the baked goods that imogen makes, but otherwise nobody sees what he eats unless hes offered something. (his favourite foods are actually pies, lol)

- tomiko: hes super picky. tomiko will NOT eat anything with milk in it. lack toes in toddler ants, you see. which is why imogen bakes stuff specially so that he can eat them too. his favourite food is ramen, though. you can’t go wrong with ramen. there is no milk.

- zeila: she eats everything. like, everything. she’s sorta like mitsuri from kny? WILL. EAT. EVERYTHING. it seems really unhealthy but shes only getting started. really, her favourite foods are apples. she likes the cronch

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THANKS FOR THE ASKS!,!!

[zeetasposts]

Hi, hi! I'm not following you for long, but I already love here! ♡ Can I ask a HC? Suddenly, I've been thinking about Yukimura, Ieyasu and Mitsunari, more specifically their lack of experience with women. I believe they've never been with a woman before MC, because of reasons (two tsunderes and too focused on work, respectively). So I'd like to ask for their first time with MC, if that's ok. Maybe forget they did it in their route? Sorry if I wasn't very clear, English is not my native language♡

Hehehe, thank you so much for the request, love! I could feel myself blushing the entire time while writing this lolz. I had to ask my brother what it’s like for a boy’s first time, so yeah, that was a strange conversation. Anyways here you go love, I hope you enjoy it!

It’s noting to NSFW but lolz I don’t know, I guess I would rate this read at own discretion lol PG13 

First Time HC with Yukimura, Mitsunari, Ieyasu 

Yukimura

So its no secret this boy has like 0 woman communication skill, he has basically spent most of his life training and fighting battles

But that all changed when he met you

You were the first woman he has ever been in a relationship with or even loved for that matter

Your relationship with this boy officially started when he kissed you on new years eve while the fireworks were going off

That was the first time he had ever kissed well anyone in his life, and after he thought darn why haven’t I done this before its great.

The two of you were starting to get really serious and you have been dropping hints like mad to take your relationship to the next level.

Yukimura knew you were dropping hints and during you intimate cuddle sessions he would always look for an excuse to delay doing THAT

Lol it was time to get some expert advice

He went to Shingen bright red, and before even opening his mouth, Shingen knew what was up

“So my little boy has finally decided to become a man, I’m so proud” Shingen said as he used his hand towel to dab the fake tears in the corner of his eyes

“I knew this was a bad idea,” before Yuki could leave Shingen grabbed his shoulder and sat him down

By the time Shingen was done with his explanation this poor boy was so red, and he felt like he was going to melt in a puddle of embarrassment

He left Shigens room in a daze, Sasuke saw his friend and instantly knew what had just gone down.

It was now Sasuke’s turn to impart knowledge, halfway through the explanation Kenshin walked into the room. Lol even he had some words of advice for Yuki. “Wait, but I thought you hated women.” To that Kenshin simply rolled his eyes and left giving one last final piece of advice

Today was the day, Yuki was 100% determined

The two of you are laying together in bed as you’ve done a 100 times before

Yukimura is overwhelmed with the overload of the advice and you can definitely tell something is up

You peer into his eyes asking him what is wrong

He covers his face with a pillow muttering into it that it’s his first time and he is a bit nervous

You take the pillow off his face and gaze into his amber eyes reassuring him, you now were also a blushy mess cause it was your first time too

Yuki immediately propped himself up on one arm and looked at you a little shook, “wait, really.” “yeah dummy so let’s figure this out of together okay”

He smiled and nodded

There was a lot of fumbling and awkwardness at first and both of your faces were red AF

In the beginning, there was lots of laughing at how nervous both of you were

Yuki kissed and touched you softly, loving and unhurried.

Each touch was tender and warm

As nervous as the two of you were, you wanted to take your time and make the experience last, taking your time exploring, touching and loving one another

Yukimura moves slow and lovingly, making sure you are comfortable and okay the whole time

His face will be close to you’re the whole time, either resting his forehead on your or kissing you, cause it is his first time he wants to take in your beautiful face and perfect body. 

He honestly can’t help but get lost in your beautiful eyes

This boy worships your body thanx to all daddy Shingen’s advice

Loves your soft moans, it definitely gives him the confidence he needs to keep going

The whole affair is very awkward, loving and gentle

Once he has reached his orgasm, he will keep going until you reach yours, Shingen didn’t raise no selfish boy

When both of you are tired and spent from the hours of lovemaking, he will clean you up and give you some tea or water. Will cuddle and snuggle the shit out of you whispering how much he loves you (Thanks to Kenshin’s softie boy advice). Watches you fall asleep while stroking your hair. Will fall asleep while hugging think about just how much he adores you

Mitsunari

The two of you have been together now for quite some time

Mitsunari has definitely been feeling an unknown feeling lately when the two of you are cuddling together

The poor little angel is so confused about what is going on with his body

Will go talk to Hideyoshi about it, and Hideyoshi will basically give him a crash course about everything he would need to know. 

Mitsunari still feels like there is more to be learned on this subject at hand

And what does Mitsunari do when he knows limited knowledge about a subject, jip research

Basically becomes a sex scholar now, he will learn everything and anything he can, even consulting some of his warlord friends

When the two of you are cuddling while reading together as you’ve done many nights before, he can’t help but start kissing your soft skin

He looks all cool and calm on the outside, but this boy be nervous

You look up into his Amathist eyes and see something you haven’t yet seen, desire.

This ain’t your first rodeo, and you have been waiting for the moment that Mitsunari would want to get a bit more intimate.

Mitsunari confessed to you that it was his first time, you reassure him by telling him, you will teach him everything you know

He starts by running his fingertips along your body, just savoring the the feeling of your soft skin

Mitsunari wants to take his time getting to know your body and finding all those spots that would bring you immense pleasure

He will kiss every inch of your body until his lips feel numb

He wants you to convey just how much he loves you through the gentle touches and kisses

Will spend most of his time pleasuring you, he has discovered that he LOVES eating you out!

Who knew this angel could be so naughty

This boy has discovered the art of teasing, will find each of your sweet spots and exploit them

He wants to feel you shiver beneath him, he loves you so much and wants to know that you want him as much as he wants you

This angel boy will legit give you his most innocent angelic smile while teasing the shit out of you- seems like he consulted with Mitsuhide

His actions are slow, soft, gentle and teasing

He is making love instead of merely just having sex

Will whisper the sweetest things in your ears the whole time

Will give you constant compliments, as well as ask you if you would like him to do anything, he will follow each one of your instructions to a T

Will gently clean you up afterward, he is really attentive and super sweet afterward, He just wants to love and hold you.  Angel boy will be pressing soft kisses into your hair, while spooning you from behind. He might even read you a sweet story to lull you into sweet dreams

Ieyasu

This tsundere boy has never found anyone who could love his fluffy contrary ways, until he met you

Gosh he loves you so so much

One day you went to his palace to visit him, the two of you had been in a relationship for a super long time now.

You guys were just chilling and having tea when all of a sudden it started raining

It was getting pretty late, and as the day progressed it seemed to get colder

Ieyasu went to light the fireplace and sat next to you wrapping a warm blankie around the two of you

Honestly, he has wanted to go down on you and is constantly desiring you, he is just super good at hiding it but now thanks to the rain, the mood and atmosphere was perfect

He doesn’t waste a moment he immediately reaches for you and starts kissing you softly, slowly moving down your neck

He picks you up and gently put you down on his futon, he is looking at you questioningly, you nod and give him the go-ahead.

The rain creates the perfect dim lighting

He hovers over you for a few moments just taking in your pure beauty

He will take his time enjoying the feeling of your soft skin under his calloused palms

Ieyasu is a fast learner even though it is his first time he will gently kiss and touch you all over finding all those little spots that makes you moan and scream out his name.

 After a while, he will know exactly which spot to nibble or touch to make you shudder

This boy loves kisses and will legit kiss every inch of your beautifully soft skin, he might just leave a few love bites in its wake

He will move slow, soft and lovingly, every kiss and touch will be gentle and feather-light  telling you exactly just how much he loves you and how much you mean to him

The boy is very vocal

Every moment is filled with sweet whispers, of him telling you how breathtaking you are, how much he loves you and how perfect you are

Softi boy will make sure both of you are completely satisfied

He loves touching your face and staring into your beautiful eyes

Afterward, he will clean you up and spoon you from behind, while drawing soft circles on your bare skin for hours. You are the only one he will show weakness to. He will whisper to you afterward that you were actually his first, poor boy will be blushing the whole time. Aftercare with Ieyasu will consist of the sweetest softest snuggles, soft words, and sweet endearments

I hope ya enjoyed it, love! ❤❤🔥🥰

[dragonsbanecannibal]

MCTY G/T Headcanons

Dream Team

Giant Dream:

- Size/shape shifter

- Purrs almost constantly when holding or cuddling people

- He can and has stomped his foot on the ground inches away from his friends before

- Really protective and cares about his friends, but also doesn’t realize when or if he’s taking a joke too far and scaring people

- Giant human shield

- Pretends to eat his friends alot during manhunts, mostly George

- Can sneak up on anyone anywhere while making literally no sound at all

- Fear play of picking up hunters, squishing them under his feet, crushing them with his hands, pretending like he’s going to eat them during manhunts

- Would never actually eat or hurt anybody

- Carries everyone everywhere

- A living heater

- Let’s others play with his tail

Tiny Dream:

- Wears a poncho that looks like his icon, the blob

- Is alot skinnier in this form then you’d expect,he’s still very muscular obviously, but his body is very skinny and flexible

- Never takes off his poncho around the humans, not even to eat or drink anything

Giant George:

- Only holds Dream,Snapnap, And Halo

- Super self conscious about his size when he is giant, due to the fear that he'll hurt his friends

- Strictly no fearplay ever

- Is a lot more nervous and careful around his friends than Dream is

- Enjoy's cradling friends when their stressed

Tiny George:

- Loves sleeping in Dream's hoodie pocket

- Is always around Dream

- Gets teased by Dream the most

- Loves getting full body rubs when small

- He and Snapnap find the randomest places to sit on Dream

- Rides in Dream's hands the most

Giant Snapnap:

- Is chaotic and adorable, but also fiercely loyal and caring

- He enjoys playfully teasing others

- Loves to cuddle/cradle his friends

- Gets upset and sulks for days if people are scared of him

- Will throw/jump in front of people to protect them, which usually scared the shit out of them

Tiny Snapnap:

- He and George find the randomest places to sit on Dream

- Usually has to be carried in hand or put into a pocket since when getting a ride from Dream usually because Dream is teasing him

- Enjoys riding on Dream's shoulder but will never admit it

Giant BadBoyHalo:

- He will smother with unconditional love

- Wouldn't hurt a fly

- Gives Skeppy the most affection out of anybody

- Gives Skeppy lots of kisses

- He's a giant furnace

Tiny BadBoyHalo:

- Skeppy carries him around 24/7

- He has and will attempt to eat whole muffins- they are adorable to watch but he’s never been able to actually finish one

- Loves to ride on Dreams shoulder or in his pocket

- Gets flustered when Skeppy playfully flirts with him

SleepyBoysInc

Giant Philaza:

- The parent, takes care of everybody

- "You need your inhaler? Got it right here. Is your blood sugar low? I got a snack in my pack. Need to go lie down? I'll carry you."

-  His wings are absolutely massive and he holds people between the feathers/flaps, mostly his sons and Techno

Tiny Philaza:

- Still takes care of everybody

- Has tiny bird/dragon wings

- Will comfort people when sad

Giant Technoblade:

- Protects people who are smaller than him, mostly Tommy

- Lets people snuggle up in the fluff around his collar

- He's very warm

- He keeps his tusks trimmed

Tiny Techno:

- Grew his tusks out, so they are crazy long

- Only lets Philaza and co pick him up

- Helps others with making potions

Giant Wilbur/Ghostbur:

- Wilbur has wings like Philza

- He makes sure Tommy takes care of himself

- Keeps Tommy in his beanie and pockets

- Sizeshifter

- He grows big to comfort Tommy

- Sings to comfort his little brother

Tiny Wilbur/Ghostbur:

- Has scared the shit out of everybody at least once

- He curls around Tommy's fingers

- Is carried around alot

Giant Tubbo:

- Sizeshifter

- He cuddles Tommy

- Can’t really control his ability that well

- Prefers to be human sized

- He has also has wings

Tiny Tubbo:

- Hates being in small places

- Makes up for his lack of strength with strategy making

- Has a giant stuffed bee that Tommy gave him

Giant Tommy:

- Collects stuff

- Has giant tools

-Another winged boi

- He comforts his friends when they fall from great heights while catching them with his hands and teases them to be more careful

- He is a hothead, and gets mad very easily so he will yell, stomp, and slam his hands down onto things

- Doesn’t mind letting people ride on his shoulders

- He is a very protective person

- He constantly teases Techno

- Sometimes he’ll just randomly pick up Tubbo to cuddle with him

- SBI, Tubbo, and Ranboo are the only ones okay with Tommy picking them up without permission

- He will pick up and carry his friends around, no matter how much they argue that they’re fine

- He puts them in his pockets to protect them

Tiny Tommy:

- Sleeps with a weighted blanket

- If cold/tired he wraps his wings around himself

- Cuddles with Techno and Tubbo the most

- Has PTSD from Dream

- Hides in people's hair if its fluffy enough

@baka-monarch

[felsdumpsterfire]

Would it be okay to ask how a relationship would go With your protag 5 x yasuyori or Prota 2 x leib? If that is okay please?

Of course it ok! Thank you for dropping an ask!

I'll be doing Leib for this one just because I don't know too much about Yasuyori other then his part of the Pupper fam, his lil' tattoo is on his butt (which is strangely muscular???) part of the War Mongers- Leib, I got a better understanding of since he's popped up a couple of times in the story/events. But! If you really want those Yasu headcanons, please feel free to shoot another ask!

(Also, on a personal note, my dude, my guy, my pal, I absolutely love your past! Protag stuff??? It's so fun to read, you got some 👀👀👀 top notch writing)

Now onto the Headcanons!

Protag 2 x Leib

Leib and Protag 2 are polar opposites, just throwing that out there, but they're good polar opposties

Leib calms Protag 2 down easy peasy while Protag 2 gets him to actually,,,, emote emotions a lot more then he would if she wasn't there (Tbh it freaked the every loving shit out of everyone, like, omg that's the loudest I've every heard Leib laugh WHAT THE FUCK-)

Another thing, that Leib is really good at is spotting when she's hurt

It's pretty obvious when Protag 2 gets into a fight, she goes in full force in everything she does, so she usually comes out with some bruises and maybe a busted lip if they land a good hit on her

No, what Leib sees is when she's really hurting, she's pretty good about brushing the pain off, but every once in a while, she'll wince or just give twitch that gives her away and Leib sighs as he gets up so he can fix her up. She can be a little stuborn about it- but he can usually convince her to sit still long enough for him to patch her up with the promise of cuddles afterward

Speaking of cuddles- hoooooooooly shit, dude, he has some of the best cuddles; he's so warm and, sure, his fur can be a little coarse, especially if he's been working for a couple of days, but it's usually super soft and fluffy and Protag 2 can just, ah- she can just sink into his side and stay there forever. She loves his cuddles soooooo much

And sometimes when she stays over with them and he's working, he really will let her glue herself to his side, just get comfy and work and papers with one hand and absent-mindedly play with her hair with the other (highkey headcanon him as ambidextrous). He usually doesn't get much work done like this, but it's worth it since he gets to gaze down at her and bask in her warmth

Protag 2 is really good at getting him to take a break. Like, super good.

She just has to hit him with some good ol' puppy eyes and this dude is done

Protag 2 and Leib will feed each other and Cu Sith thinks it's the cutest think

He is their biggest shipper

Leib is honestly really worried about her because he knows something, but it's just a hunch so far, but he's really hopeing it stays a hunch-

Protag 2 loves giving Leib smooches, especially on his nose. She'll just straddle him and start smooching everywhere she can reach, this sometimes leads to some sexy times because Leib is a touchy partner and a big love language of his is physical touch so 👀👀

Protag 2 likes to drag Leib on little dates out on the town, she knows he's a bit of a recluse, especially considering his job- but going to a small café shouldn't be so bad right?she purposely looks for places with little to no crowds because she knows how much he hates them

He actually really enjoys these dates and going out as long as Protag 2 is there and they get to hold hands

UM, UM, SO I CAN'T PASS THIS UP??? I'M DOING SOME SPICEY STUFF, SO WATCH YOURSELF, (also, trigger warning??? I guess??? I'm gonna mark it as a trigger anyway- TW: mentions of menstrual Cycle)

I genuinely headcano Leib as being a kinky motherfucker

Change my mind

See you can't

Anyway, Leib has a lot of kinks

He really likes: bondage, sensory deprivation, feather play, biting, wax play, dom and sub play, choking, super onto period sex, it makes him go feral, light spanking, ice play, cock warming, and thigh riding

This man is a jack of all trades, ok? His fingers? phenomenal. His mouth? Mind blowing. That dick? EXTRA T H I C K.

He'll leave Protag 2 walking funny for a few days at least

The first time they got sexual was actually when Protag 2 was on her period and Leib was like "it helps relive cramps"

"That's sweet, but are you sure-?"

"IT HELPS RELIEVES CRAMPS."

She was embarrassed at first, like super embarrassed, but then Leib just,,,, made her mind go blank and that was that, now they have it every time she starts getting some intense cramps

Leib and Protag 2's favorite position is defiantly the Cowgirl, she gets to look at his face and Leib gets to look at, well, everything, and she can set the pace and it's the easiest way to fuck on a rolly chair

Speaking of rolly chairs- they have a lot of sex in his office

Remember when I said that Leib's touching can lead to some shit? Well, there it is

He usually has her on her back against the desk as he eats her out or she's on her knees sucking him off, oooor, she's on his lap riding/grinding on him

He has this tendency to leave bruises, he doesn't mean to, he just gets so wrapped up in the oleasure that he can't control himself

Leib and Protag 2 are both pretty quiet; they both get louder the closer they get to climaxing, and even the gor Leib it's some deep grunts and growl while Protag 2 starts whinning and whispering curses

Leib usuay manages to shove him tongue down her throat before she starts that tho

They have yet to get caught. But Leib knows it's gonna happen one of these days and he's not ready for it, nor is he looking forward to it

Very much king of aftercare

[ericsonclan]

A Fox in the Henhouse

Summary: Sophie and Minnie go to meet the new transfer student when things suddenly go awry.

Word Count: 2083

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The wind blew lightly through the wind, shifting the feathers on Nurgul’s arms. Her black webbed feet softly whacked against the pavement as she made her way to Ericson High. Nurgul’s eyes traveled up to the sky and noticed the fluffy white clouds that slowly moved through the sky. The sight made the cygnus’ heart settle down. She didn’t know exactly why, but she’d always loved the clouds. Maybe because of how soft and peaceful they looked. Or maybe it was because they were the same color as her feathers and always reminded her of them. First days were always nerve-racking but this was beyond what instituted a normal first day. She had recently moved to West Virginia and had learned pretty quickly that humans around here didn’t like monsters of any kind. Where she was from her kind were viewed as good and respected highly. It was hard to adjust to being hated.

The swan monster's eyes wandered around when she stood in front of the high school building. She had tried her best to study up on all different types of monsters so she wasn’t thrown completely off guard. Nurgul had grown up for most of her life at the same small pond so this - going to a school filled with all types of monsters and dealing with all the craziness that came with humans - was really overwhelming. Nurgul could feel her feathers ruffling; she lifted her arm and began preening them with her face. She knew that some monsters were due any minute to show up and give her a tour of the school. All she could do was wait.

“Okay, I have to go,” Sophie squeezed Marlon’s hand and captured his lips in a quick kiss. That made the dullahan’s head slightly shift to the side. With a small panicked tweet the harpy helped her boyfriend, asking if he was okay before she turned to run down the hall. Her talons clicked against the tiled floor as she searched for Minnie.

They were supposed to be outside in front of the building by now to introduce the new transfer student. To think that another bird monster was going to arrive today and join Ericson High… The very thought made the harpy let out a small series of chirps and twitters. Her eyes shot back and forth as she scanned for her twin. After a few minutes she came across Minnie who was in the middle of showing a love song to Renata. The huldra smiled brightly, her teeth poking out as she got on her tiptoes and kissed the harpy. Minnie’s face heated up and she let out a really dorky sounding chirp.

“Minnie! We’re late! We have to meet the new monster!” Sophie skidded to a halt, a few loose feathers falling off her arms and drifting to the floor.

Minnie’s eyes grew large. “Oh, shit! I forgot!” The harpy placed a quick kiss on the huldra’s cheek. “See you later, Ren.”

“Wait, I’m coming with! I wanna see this new cool bird monster!” The huldra jogged up to join the harpies.

“I can’t believe we're getting another bird monster here,” Minnie smiled and let out a small, excited tweet.

“I know right? The principal said she’s a cygnus.” Sophie placed her hands behind her head and casually strolled forward.

“A sickness?” Renata tilted her head slightly to the side in confusion.

“No, babe, a cygnus. She’s a swan monster.” Minnie explained and Renata nodded along in understanding.

“Well, I’m sure she's gonna be super cool!” The huldra’s teeth poked out slightly as she grinned.

“Yeah, I think so too! I’m so happy we got to be the welcoming committee!” Sophie’s talons clicked against the front steps of school.

“There she is,” Minnie motioned with her head and the trio looked over to see a girl with short black hair and warm brown eyes in the middle of cleaning her white feathers. Her black webbed feet shone in the morning sun.

“Yo! Sorry we’re late!” Sophie’s bright voice made the cygnus stop her task and look up. Her eyes sparkled lightly when she saw Minnie and Sophie. It was clear she was just as excited as they were about seeing a fellow bird.

“It’s no trouble at all,” The monster smiled warmly.

“My name’s Sophie,” The harpy pointed to herself with her thumb then gestured over to her twin. “This is Minnie, my twin and second coolest harpy at Ericson High.”

“Hey! I’m the coolest harpy!” Minnie gave a frown over to her sister that quickly turned into a playful smile.

“It's nice to meet you. My name is Nurgul,” The cygnus moved forward and gave Sophie a hug that made her twitter in surprise before she returned the kind gesture. Nurgul walked over and gave Minnie a hug too who seemed just as surprised and happy as Sophie was for the friendliness.

“Don't forget about me!” Renata poked her head out and strode forward in between the twins. “The name’s Renata, rhymes with frittata if that helps your noggin remember,” She beamed over at Nurgul, her little sharp teeth poking out. The swan monster looked a bit shocked by the sharp teeth but still held out her arms to give the huldra a hug when suddenly she noticed Renata’s fox tail that was currently curled into the shape of a question mark. A frightened honk escaped the cygnus’ lips which made the twins and Renata glance over in alarm.

“A fox!” Nurgul exclaimed and stretched her arms out like sails, her white feathers ruffling roughly. She gave her most intimidating look to Renata who looked absolutely lost. Nurgul continued busking to scare off the huldra even though she knew it was all a bluff; she wasn’t the strongest fighter.

“You okay there, buddy? I’m a nice monster, I swear,” Renata reassured and took a step forward only for Nurgul to continue to puff up to make herself look bigger.

“Ummm, Ren… maybe you should take a step back,” Minnie held out a hand in front of her girlfriend.

“Nurgul, it's okay. Renata is cool. She can be a bit mischievous but she’s a real sweet softie.” Sophie tried to soothe the swan monster.

“Yeah, I don’t bite. Much,” Renata gave a playful grin that dissipated when she saw the joke had backfired.

“Aha! A trap! Is she threatening you two? Has she used her trickery or some form of monster blackmail to force friendship?” Nurgul’s feathers were super puffy now and she was breathing rather heavily.

“What? No! I give my friendship and love freely!” The huldra tried to walk forward.

“Ren, maybe it would be a good idea to go and hang out with some others for a bit.” Minie looked over at her girlfriend whose tail fell flat.

“Okay,” Renata began to walk off before she suddenly turned around. “I’m still gonna be your friend though, Nurgul. Just watch - by the end of the week we’ll be bros!”

The twins looked at the huldra then back at the cygnus who took that more as a serious threat than a playful one. This certainly was going to be an interesting next few days at Ericson High.

Nurgul sat at the table and stared at her lunchbox case. Each compartment held a different tasty food. Different types of fish rolls, seafood and algae stood proudly in the different spots. It had taken Nurgul some time to make the box look so nice but she was really proud of it. She was sitting beside Brody and Ruby who was busy telling about a cool pond that she had found.

“I figure it could be a little slice of home to you,” The dryad smiled warmly over at the cygnus.

“I’d love that,” Nurgul returned the smile then dug into her lunch.

It had only been a few days at Ericson HIgh but she had already made friends. Ruby and Brody had immediately bonded with her and helped her feel more at home. The twin harpies also made the whole experience better, although usually the huldra hung out with them and the fox tail always made Nurgul a bit nervous. Foxes were known for being deceivers who attacked cygnuses.

“Nurgul, if you ever wanna hang out by the pool that could be fun too,” Brody pulled the sealskin closer around her shoulders. “I also know a really friendly monster that had webbed feet too.”

Nurgul’s eyes grew large.

“Really? I-” She paused when she saw Sophie stroll over with a grin.

“Hiya, Nurgul! Brody, Ruby.” The harpy sat down and began to dig into her fried worm and peanut butter sandwich. A small series of twitters and chirps escaped her lips.

“Whatcha eating today, friends?” Sophie looked around the table.

“Nutrient infused water,” Ruby lifted up her water bottle and took a sip.

“Tuna fish sandwich, although Nurgul and I traded so I got some of her fish rolls.”

“I have some algae and other seafood too,” Nurgul added.

“Cool, cool. Just got my classic PB and W. Oh!” Sophie exclaimed, nearly choking on her sandwich. “Nurgul, Mr. Everett wanted me to get you, said something about an assignment.”

A shocked soft honk escaped the cygnus’ lips. “I should go!” She got up and started to move forward when she realized she had forgotten which room Mr. Everett’s class was held in.

“I can walk with you,” Sophie hopped up, flying slightly and landing by the swan monster.

“Thanks, “ Nurgul smiled softly and began to walk beside the harpy. The two talked about this and that when Sophie cleared her throat lightly.

“Um, Nurgul, I know you and Ren got off on the wrong foot, but my best friend is really nice.”

The cygnus pursued her lips and thought about those words.

“I know you thought at first that me and Min were, I don’t know, some sort of posse forced to follow Renata, but I think that’s pretty clearly not the case. I heard from Mr. Bailey too about the whole dealio with foxes and swans, but Renata is different.”

Nurgul was silent for a few seconds then gave a short nod. “Okay. I know I’m probably just getting my feathers ruffled over nothing. After all, it's not like I ever saw Renata do anything threatening to any of us bird mo-” Nurgul froze in place and honked when she saw Renata by the lockers, her mouth rather aggressively locked with Minnie’s. But that's not what it looked like from the cygnus’ point of view. “She’s eating her face!” Nurgul clutched the sides of her head then sprinted over.

“Wait, Nurgul! They’re just making out!” Sophie sprinted after her friend who was already preparing to busk again. It was a chaotic mess. Tons of feathers of white and red covered the hallway of Ericson before Sophie was able to step in between and explain.

“Wait. So Renata, a fox monster, is dating Minnie, a bird monster?” Nurgul looked confused.

“And loving every second of it,” Renata held Minnie’s hand proudly.

The cygnus felt her head spin slightly. There really were a lot of things she didn’t know about different monsters. She had never even heard of interspecies dating before yet here it seemed super prevalent.

By the end of the week things had calmed down and Nurgul had given Renata and her friendship a chance. As it turned out the harpies had been right. The huldra, while mischievous and playful, was kind and caring.

Nurgul walked beside the twins who were excitedly talking about a new spot for the three of them to check out when suddenly they heard Renata’s bubbly voice.

“Guys!” The huldra skidded to a halt, her tail curling into a question mark once more. “Glad I caught up. Nurgul, I was right!”

“Hmm? About what?” The cygnus looked genuinely confused.

“About us being bros by the end of the week! To celebrate our friendship, I snuck us in worms!” Renata smiled proudly and held out her hands which were full of wriggly worms. The three bird monsters looked at the pile in awe. Twitters and chirps escaped Sophie and Minnie’s lips while a few feathers fell from Nurgul’s arms due to her excited wiggling.

Maybe it was weird to be friends with a fox, but Nurgul didn’t care. Everyone here was weird in their own special way. Ericson High was a place that was anything but ordinary. Nurgul loved that about her new school.

[bowieandqueen11]

Babysitter Blues / Barry Berkman Imagine

Request: hi i was wondering if you could write a barry imagine where the reader is babysitting and asks barry to help and it’s just super fluffy? 

This is the dream, my lovely anon <3

Barry had never really understood children.

Sure, he had been one once, but those were times he didn’t want to remember. It’s too painful to think about what could have been. Instead, he prefers to focus on what he still has the chance to be.

‘Um... Y/n? I’m really-I’m really not sure I’m the right person for this-’

‘Yeah, yeah yeah I know I owe you, I just....babies? I’m not good with babies.’

‘Okay, if you stop shouting I’ll be round in ten, okay? Just...hang in there. Okay, bye.’

Barry holsters his gun, climbing up from his strategical position to scramble up from behind the sofa, patting down the dusty clay that lays on his trousers from the hill as he fumbles in his pocket for his car keys.

‘You got lucky today, ass-hole.’

~

This particular bundle of joy you were looking after for a close friend screamed night and day. There wasn't a single hour in twenty four that wasn't marred by her cries. The last few days had stretched into years, and it had driven you to your wits end. You had tried rocking her, letting her sleep on your chest, taking her outside for some fresh air, burping her, feeding her, changing her nappy. The list went on and on and on and your mind started disintegrating with each new thing that didn’t work. 

You heard a loud whaling sound piercing through the walls. It was hard to believe it came from such a tiny creature; it sounded like the screeching of an angry cat, only growing harsher and louder as you walked to stop the wailing. You looked down at her balled up red face, eyes frantically searching the room for your familiar face, and when her eyes landed on me the crying diminished slightly.

‘Don’t worry baby, Barry will be here soon.’

Picking the baby up, you willed your boyfriend to drive faster as she began to struggle and squirm out of your arms, waving his fat fists. One caught you square in the nose.You staggered toward her crib, but you could hardly walk, as she was thrashing and wriggling like a particularly chubby eel. The entire time her screeching filled the room like someone was being murdered.

Barry knocked a few times on the door, glancing around him in the autumn glow of the suburban neighbourhood, his eyes wide but his mouth managing to stumble up into a smile towards the few neighbours who were still out mowing their lawns and watering their rose bushes. He goes to knock again, nearly stumbling onto the hallway carpet as the door swings open, and he chides himself for realising it had been open this whole time.

‘...sweetheart? Where are you? Why is it so quiet?’

What he doesn’t expect to find, however, is you passed out on the sofa with the baby sleeping in short fits on your chest.

~

What you don’t expect, when you wake up, is Barry looming over you. For a second, you don’t even realise it’s him.

Little did you know, that whilst you were asleep, Barry had gone out for a little walk. With another sweater on top he’s pretty puffy but he’s going to need it: that sun won’t keep them warm much longer. He steps out with his new hip extension, his hands wrapping around the straps of the baby carrier as he slowly shuffles her over to the left, her cheek squished against her shirt and dribbling slightly. He feels the wet stain, and groans slightly to himself, but his lanky legs keep moving down the street anyway. His hand reaches up to cup her back, looking around to make sure he hadn’t been followed on the way here.

He can’t move like he usually does, she has him all off balance. Barry sighs to himself as he stops at the end of the road, looking around him trying to figure out the quickest way to the nearest park. He nearly misses her bright blue-green eyes opening, a small yawn rounding her mouth as her tiny fingers clench tighter into his navy shirt, her eyes finding his and letting out a little gleeful gurgle, a sweet sound unblemished by the hurts of life. Her little face glowed from a light within, and her miniature fingers grasped his as he raised his hand, and held tight. 

Barry felt something flutter in his heart, a warmth coursing through his body that broke goosebumps out in his skin. A comfort, a joy, that he had never felt before and never thought he would. She knew! Somehow it felt like she knew he needed comfort, she knew he needed joy in the midst of his pain. He held her to his chest tightly, a smile twitching at the side of his lips.

~

‘Shhhh’ Barry nearly shouts at you, his large stout fingers having been totally wrapped around by the baby’s small rice like ones. The baby rests against his polo shirt, their little cream knitted hat hitting lightly against his chest like feathers as he bounces them slightly on his knee, his heart bubbling as they see their little cheek squish against him. You rub your eyes, not completely understanding the peaceful silence that envelopes your ears for a second, thinking it to be a dream.

‘Shit, Barry, when did you get here?’

‘About an hour ago. You didn’t tell me this little baby was so cute!’

You lean down by the coffee table, a bright smile lining your face as you squat, watching Barry’s large thumb come up to stroke tenderly against the baby’s arm, their little onesie soft and fluffy against his shaking fingertips.

You thump down on the sofa next to him, watching him cuddle with the baby almost effortlessly, all the worries of earlier gone. Although his hair had grown out a little, flopping around his temple like wilting flowers, and although his eyes were lined with tired wrinkles, red and sore looking, he was still the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. Your hand moves up to rest against his knee, running slow figure eights over the soft material of his jeans as his head whips around to gaze at you, his eyes glowing in the dim light with such joy your breath catches for a moment, and although you don’t realise it, as the baby starts to gurgle awake, Barry smiles, believing honestly deep in his stomach nothing in the world could ever beat this moment.

‘Y/n, I want a kid.’

[ruensroad]

threads of love

For @this-solaris-life, who wanted to see the Sangyu from my Witch and Familiar AU and I couldn’t say no because I love them <3

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It’d been snowing nonstop since the morning and had been off and on for most of the week. As such, Mo Xuanyu’s orders had turned predictably to warm coats and scarves, mittens, and even boots, beanies, and ear muffs. It had always amused him, somewhat, that the worst of winter came just before the spring, as though reluctant to let go. He enjoyed watching everyone walk all bundled up, like fluffy jellybeans, down Witcher’s Row. So many colors through the fog of white. For being so monochrome by design, it was the most colorful time of the year and Mo Xuanyu loved it.

The New Year always brought an explosion of reds into his shop and he’d yet to fully finish packing what remained away, even with the rest of the rainbow of materials filling the shelves again. The rich, pine greens, most recently, were his new favorite, but still they paled in comparison to his stack of yellows, so unloved, but so delightful and charming when worn by those few that favored it. To be able to work with the bright gold now brought a smile to his face.

His order list was full, but his shop was empty, allowing him some time to relax and focus on his knitting, given his magic was further hard at work building each new garment to desired specification in the flustered chaos of his workroom. It wasn’t a spectacular sort of magical gift, but it was his, and if he could spread even just a little bit a joy through the gloom of winter, it was worth the constant headaches.

Of course, the pain was significantly less than it used to be, thanks to one Nie Huaisang, who’s stubborn will and balancing of his own magic had lessened the mental load. It helped, too, that his familiar was a bit of a diva and loved modeling all of Mo Xuanyu’s designs, no matter how silly they seemed on paper. As such, Mo Xuanyu’s magic and inspiration had started to thrive and the workload far more easier to carry. He liked to think the world had brightened, too, the moment Huaisang had first smiled his way, or gushed over a new fabric. He hadn’t realized how stagnant he’d become until Huaisang had swept him along in a gleeful cascade of color, and now he couldn’t imagine ever going back.

It also helped that the man was a peacock, literally and figuratively, who loved all the attention he got from customers. Naturally charming, Mo Xuanyu knew he had Huaisang to thank for no less than half of his new clientele, who had started bringing snacks or fluffed up perches and other gifts for him to enjoy. As though he needed to be more spoiled than he already was.

Mo Xuanyu smiled to himself and started on the last row of stitches, weaving the gold yarn around a pair of bright pink crochet hooks Huaisang had gifted him with. Honestly, he spoiled Huaisang more than anyone and taking the time to work more just to see him smile proved it.

But with all Huaisang brought into his life, all the joy and laughter, it was worth it. It would always be worth it.

As though summoned by his thoughts, warm hands settled on his shoulders and squeezed lightly, while a chin propped on top of his head. “So, this is the super secret sweater you won’t let me see unfolded?” Huaisang asked, playfully pulling on Mo Xuanyu’s braid. “Is it for a child? Are we having a kid?”

Mo Xuanyu swatted at him, getting a round of sweet giggles. “No,” he huffed, because they’d already had that talk, but that didn’t stop the blush forming across his face.

“For a pet?” Huaisang asked next, fingers starting a slow massage up and down his neck. Mo Xuanyu instantly relaxed into it, not even realizing he’d grown so tense over the hours of work. It was always a relief when Huaisang made him melt.

“I suppose you could say that,” Mo Xuanyu gave him that much, because it was true enough, though the fact Huaisang was calling himself a pet had him bubbling with laughter. “Patience. You’ll see.”

“Can I feel it at least?” Huaisang was pouting now, but it was all in good fun, and Mo Xuanyu allowed him to take the ball of yawn to feel its smooth, silken texture. His surprise was instant. “This is from your special stash, isn’t it?”

Mo Xuanyu smiled wider, but gave him nothing. “Mn.”

“A-Yu,” Huaisang sighed and went back to rubbing his neck. “You are talking to me here. You know I am not patient.”

“You are for the right things,” Mo Xuanyu pointed out, refusing to sway.

“True…” A soft kiss was pressed to the top of his head and Mo Xuanyu shivered to feel it. Even two years being loved and it sometimes still felt new. Brand new. “I waited for you.”

“You did,” Mo Xuanyu looked up at him, turning his face a little, and was rewarded with a kiss between his brows. “So many years… one more minute will not kill you.”

“A-Yu,” Huaisang pouted, tugging on his braid again, and Mo Xuanyu laughed, pleased as he finished the line of stitching. At last, nearly two weeks of work and he was finished.

“Fine, fine, you can see it now.”

Huaisang moved in front of him and Mo Xuanyu did his best not to look nervous as he held up the golden sweater. A warm brown thread had been woven over the front of it in four bold, blocky letters after a hashtag and he hoped it looked good, not tacky.

“Oh my gods, does that say DIVA,” Huaisang gasped and carefully extracted the sweater from his hands. “Holy shit. Who is this for? I want it. Can I have it? I’m keeping it.”

Mo Xuanyu laughed at the idea of his boyfriend and partner stealing someone’s clothes because he liked them, even if they’d never fit. What a surprising thief!

“It’s for you,” he said, shaking his head, and hid the shake in his hands by clasping them in his lap. He hoped, one day, the nerves of giving gifts would not scare him so badly. Hoped that one day, the fear of rejection would never touch him again, especially when Huaisang was already smiling at him like that.

“For my other form?” Huaisang asked, sounding excited, and reverently traced the letters.

Mo Xuanyu smiled, face starting to heat up again, and nodded. “To keep you warm. I noticed you haven’t been strutting around as a bird much lately. Not that I can blame you. It gets cold in here.”

He was kissed for that, a proper, sweet kiss to his lips that left his whole body tingling. His magic sang softly in delight, the way it always did when Huaisang was near, and he melted into it, the fear shoved down to deal with another day.

“Put it on me?” Huaisang asked, handing it back and shifting before he’d even answered. He flapped his iridescent wings excitedly before standing tall and still, waiting.

Mo Xuanyu carefully eased it over his wings and around his body, ever thankful his magic could guide him through perfect measurements every time. It was loose enough Huaisang could move and none of his feathers ruffled the wrong way, but snug enough to be warm, the way it was meant to.

The #DIVA stood out proudly on his chest and Mo Xuanyu couldn’t stop the soft chuckle at how pleased his familiar looked in the shimmering gold.

“Do you like it?” he had to ask and smoothed down the last of the wrinkles.

You made it, of course I love it, was Huaisang’s easy answer, then he was stepping in close and laying his head on Mo Xuanyu’s lap, a soft trill in the motion. Mo Xuanyu smiled in relief and gently smoothed his palm over the silken feathers, scratching lightly under Huaisang’s eye the way he knew his familiar loved most.

“I’m glad,” Mo Xuanyu murmured, truly glad for it, for the acceptance and love and color Huaisang brought to his heart, and when he leaned down to kiss Huaisang’s beak, it was with a song in his soul. Thank you.

[thepulta]

A/N: Update: Am still garbage so I wrote this backstory thing so my children could yell at each other. Extremely fluffy. Diabetus tag. Additional unnecessary cursing tag because Morgan literally was raised in a bar.

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Westlie turned on the light to see a Morgan-shaped lump already in her bed. She sighed. “Hey.”

No response.

Westlie was too tired to care. Her feet felt like lead bricks. She kicked off her boots and sank into the seat at the vanity, closing her eyes as she undid her hair with quick, practiced movements. Her vest got tossed aside and she eventually pulled over her nightgown, straightening it with a quick slap. The light from the window filtered through the room, a soft irridescent orange-red, as she picked up her miscellaneous things; it had been a soot-filled day. When she was done Westlie shut the curtains tight, finally moving to her side of the bed with the suspicious lump under it.

The fuck am I going to do with you, Morgan? Westlie stood there for a minute, contemplating being nice or being a total ass and pulling her onto the floor. She settled for being a sisterly ass and flicking her finger twice on Morgan’s cheek. There was an angry growl and a shift under the covers; Morgan flipped her off. Mission accomplished.

“Move over. You’re not four anymore.”

She listened the first time, surprisingly. Westlie groaned as she finally laid down and her feet stopped screaming, faxing herself into the disappointingly warm sheets. The house was pleasantly silent now. Some crickets somewhere; the occasional creak of it settling. Westlie sighed and melted into the bed before realizing, almost half-way to sleep, she probably should do her sisterly duty. “Any reason you’re in my bed?”

No response. Morgan was out again.

Westlie kicked her. “Morgan.”

“…stars you’re such an ass.”

“It’s my bed. You have a perfectly good one two doors down.”

“’m haven’t seen you in a week. Thought I’d say hi.”

That was… surprisingly sweet. “Thanks. …It’s been busy at the shop.”

“I know, I know. It’s always busy.” Morgan rolled over to face her with a hint of grumpiness, eyes still shut as she re-huddled under the blankets. “What was it this time?”

Westlie puffed out a breath. “Blemmigans today. 150 of them.”

Morgan opened one eye. “That’s kind of cute.”

“Not when they escape and bite your customers so you have to chase said customer down the street, free them from the clutches of the traumatized blemmigan and apologize.”

Morgan snort-chuckled, closing her eyes again. “Let me guess; this customer was not at all grateful for the rescue.”

“Could not be less grateful. They actually wacked me with their parasol.” Westlie rubbed her middle, testing the ache. It wasn’t bruising yet but it would. It definitely would.

She got both eyes open at that. “They actually hit you?”

“Mmhm.”

“What a cunt.”

Had it really been a week since they’d talked? Westlie could never keep track of time. The days blurred into each other, especially around the end of the month when half her nights were spent in paperwork and the other half was grabbing sleep before fixing whatever the rest of the staff had managed to fuck up within a 12 hour period. She felt vaguely guilty. “What have you been up to?”

“No no, I want to hear more about this bitch with a parasol. Why was she there in the first place?”

Westlie had tried to erase that whole incident from her mind. There had been multiple people on the street staring. It was one of those things you woke up from the memory in a cold sweat twenty years later. “Mm…. candles and squid ink…? And calico? Something like that. Stupid shit. We don’t even have calico.”

“Was she just tall and looking for a fight? That’s so stupid. Paint me a picture of her.”

Westlie groaned. “I don’t really-”

Morgan rolled onto her elbows. “Let me guess, she had brown hair, an evil bitch face, and multiple warts.”

“Brown hair, no warts, some bitch face, yes.”

“Mm, she looked pretty but squeals like a girl when the blemmigan got her.” Westlie tried to hide a smile but Morgan caught it. “… You definitely laughed when it bit her.”

“I did not! I was very concerned for my customer!”

Morgan laughed, flopping on her back in the bed, grinning. “You did!”

Westlie broke and laughed too. “Oh she was such a bitch. I hate her. I think she said her name was… Vennedti? Something like that. She kept throwing it around. ‘How dare you insult the Vennedti name!’ ‘My father will speak to your employer about this!’ ‘A Vennedti treated in this manner!’ Oh she was so dumb.” Westlie burrowed into the blankets and smiled at her sister. Morgan smiled back. “Now what about you?”

“Oh, everyone at our bar is fine. Do you remember that rich asshole Fennigan?”

Westlie tried to remember; there was a vision of handlebar mustache and stovepipe hat, but little else. “… Two whiskeys, one gin and tonic…?”

“Close. Two whiskeys, one cider.” Morgan flopped on her back. “I finally got him banned after he insulted Three-Ciders-Two-Rum’s aunt. I suppose there’s a dramatic scandal somewhere because they - Fennigan and the aunt - were definitely going out, but the aunt rebuffed him after she found a Tackety to run away with. Just up and left! No notes. She was an old maid too; like thirty or so. But anyway.” Morgan flopped on her elbows again. “Fennigan walks in upset; nobody in the bar gives a shit because we’re not nosy assholes. He gets his whiskey and starts whining to John - you know, the barkeep.”

“Right.”

“Like, two hours of this, he’s super drunk; wants to play cards, so he goes into the corner and I’m playing with Three-Ciders-Two-Rum in the corner. Was it whist? No, I think it was loo or something; not important.” She waved the details away. “Fennigan is a little bitch and whines for us to cut him in. He dumped like idk, 50 sovereigns on the table, and obviously he’s drunk as fuck. In the beginning he was holding his cards right but eventually we could just see what he had.”

Westlie smiled a little as Morgan grew more animated, leaning on her side to listen.

“Four rounds in we’re both 25 sovereigns richer and he’s livid. Just tossing in the pot hoping for a full on win. Then I got the bad hand. His cards were basically on the table at that point because he’d had like five drinks too many; only it was better than mine, so I told Three-Ciders-Two-Rum to slip me his queen and a jack since he won the last two rounds, and Fennigan lost his mind. Apparently I look like that skanky aunt to a drunk man. I’ve never liked him anyway, so I told him to fuck off and that she left because his top hat was obviously compensating for such a tiny dick.”

Morgan paused for Westlie’s appreciative snort of laughter.

“Fennigan overturned the table and tried to deck me. Three-Ciders-Two-Rum only needed a little prodding for him to defend his aunt’s honor, and then fifteen minutes later Fennigan was out a top hat and 50 sovereigns, bruised and on the street. I cited the damages and got John to ban him.” Morgan dramatically illustrated a headline in the air. “Local Stovepipe Loses Bride and Loses Pride.” She flopped back on the mattress. “That was a great Thursday. Oh I got all 50 of those sovereigns, by the way. They’re in your drawer.”

Westlie had stopped questioning Morgan’s reasoning 6 years ago so the fact they were in her drawer not Morgan’s was more surprising than their existence. “I thought you said Three-Ciders-Two-Rum won half the rounds.”

“Eh, I made sure he broke even. He was too busy slugging; it’s his fault.”

“I feel like I need to lecture you on the vice of theft.”

Morgan poked the tip of Westlie’s nose, grinning. “Alls fair when it’s sitting on the card table.”

“They overturned the table!”

“Shhh, shh shh shh. Semantics, Wes. We were playing cards, he was very drunk, and now he’s missing 50 sovereigns. No harm in that.”

“You’re a pain in the ass.”

“A pain in your ass,” Morgan corrected. “John appreciates me.”

“He absolutely does not. You cause a fight once a week.”

“And I help clean up after! I’m a dutiful member of my local community.”

“So many fights….” Westlie groaned, rolling over to eye her sister for half a second before grabbing her pillow and pinning it down on Morgan’s face. “Can you win this one?!”

There was a muffled ‘..Fucker!’ before Westlie got kneed right in the stomach and she keeled over. “I’ll beat your ass!”

Westlie ducked the right hook, and tackled Morgan around the stomach, pinning her back down to the bed. “I’ve still got weight on you!”

“You are such a bitch! I was feeling so sorry for you with that Venni cunt.” Morgan twisted her legs around and Westlie felt herself biting the bed with a pillow shoving her head down from behind. “Do feathers taste good? I’ve never bothered to find out.”

Westlie wriggled a shoulder free, holding her breath and betting on Morgan’s vindictive two-hand hold on the pillow to continue while she caught her sister’s wrist and yanked. Morgan tipped, thrown off balance and Westlie scrambled on top to pin her arms and legs down. “Aha!”

Morgan squirmed for a full minute, trying to toss Westlie off before she flopped back and rolled her eyes. “Alright, alright. Uncle.” Westlie grinned as she popped off, collected her pillow and flopped back under the covers. Morgan sulked as she did the same. “If I’d known you’d just lecture and be a dick the whole time I would have stayed in my room.”

Westlie poked the tip of her nose. “But you’re nice.”

“You’re mean.”

“I’m mean,” Westlie agreed. For full sulking aesthetic Westlie sat up and tucked in her little sister on the other side of the bed. Morgan eyed her with the look that said she was annoyed, but equally pleased before yawning.

Westlie caught the yawn as she fell back under the covers and they laid there, sleep catching up with them. There was a long pause until Morgan shifted a little.

“When are you going to come out with me again, Wes?”

“Mm,” Westlie curled under the blankets and shrugged after mentally reviewing her list of to-dos. “Things should die down in a few more days. You know how the end of the month is. And I can handle more things now I’m 18 so there’s that too.”

Morgan sighed quietly, and just like that the house felt big and empty and lonely. “…I miss you.”

They were only two years apart, but Westlie could feel the separation and she was reminded, again, of their estrangement in some ways; and that in many respects, they were each others’ only real family. She rolled on her side and reached over, squeezing Morgan gently with one arm. “Hey, it’s ok. I’ll have a night off soon.”

“You always say that.”

Westlie didn’t know how to respond, hesitating. She finally sighed and squeezed her a little tighter. “…I miss you too.”

Morgan felt very small and Westlie remembered when they were far smaller and fit much better in the same moderately-sized bed. She would come running in during storms or if the soot from the factories nearby made scary shapes in the clouds. Westlie was not good at comforting and it didn’t help that now she couldn’t scoff at the clouds or the thunder and tell Morgan to wait an hour. There was nothing else she could do except hold her. Even that was a bit empty now since Morgan wasn’t quite a child anymore and hadn’t ever really been a child, like Westlie; affection was a poor subsitute for false promises. But she was here, and Westlie genuinely couldn’t give her a date, a tomorrow, a next week. Westlie sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“You have your own problems,” Morgan said quietly. “I know.”

“That doesn’t make it better.”

Morgan rolled back over and gently touched the tip of Westlie’s nose. “I might not like it, but I understand.”

Westlie sighed again and let go of her, curling up tighter in the blankets. “How does you coming in here always make me feel guilty?”

“Because you know I’m right.”

Westlie rolled her eyes. “Says the one who stole 50 sovereigns from some poor stovepipe sap.”

“Stealing and emotional intelligence are not mutually exclusive.”

“Mmph, spare me.” But Westlie couldn’t resist a smile, interrupted by yet another yawn.

She felt Morgan curl up tighter in the blankets, settling in. “Good night, Wes.”

“… If I get those letters written and the cargo done we can go out tomorrow.”

“Sure, Wes.” There was a hopeful lilt in Morgan’s voice, but it stayed tempered. Westlie knew that look and she didn’t open her eyes to check.

“Night, Morgan.”