#like: isn't it her naptime?

[zosa95]

[crimeronan]

thinking about this little ficlet i wrote back in february for the worst timeline sans vee -- basic premise being luz escapes belos in the human realm and is reunited with camila, hunter survives his execution and finds her months later, luz is Very Happy to have her best friend back from the dead. (thereby making it not really the worst timeline at all anymore.)

mainly today i'm thinking about camila having no idea what The Fuck is going on. in the ficlet she assumes hunter is a human with an odd case of stahl's ear and oculocutaneous albinism & she's trying to match him to early-aughts missing children's cases. and not having any luck there. for obvious reasons

so i started picturing a slightly more fraught conversation between her and luz.... camila being just as careful and loving as she always is, but also being like. I Really Do Need To Know Who This Specific Boy Is. and luz being like. i am not even Remotely well enough to explain my whole nightmare fantasy princess deal. even if you would believe me. which you Absolutely would not.

so camila is like. i've been trying to find his family but i'm having trouble....

and then when luz Freezes, she's like.

....he wasn't kidnapped, was he?

by which she means "if he's your captor's son then he's less likely to have been reported missing when locked with you in a torture basement. this has no impact on my feelings about him as a person but Does affect what kind of phone calls i need to make"

but what luz THINKS she means is "he was Clearly in on the abuse and i am Going to throw him out. and/or get him hurt by the human police."

and. to say luz would not respond well to this would be.... well. an understatement!

[leeknow-thoughts]

ok so when are you doing dilf hyune???? 🤨🤨

what if I did it right now...?

uhhh tw for lactation kink under the cut!!!

DILF! HYUNJIN who never planned on having kids this young

DILF! HYUNJIN who is in college, a third year art student

DILF! HYUNJIN who met you at a frat party, befriended you and soon began hooking up with you

DILF! HYUNJIN who you let hit it raw for his birthday

DILF! HYUNJIN who panics when you pull up to his apartment tears in your eyes and a positive pregnancy test in your hands four weeks later

DILF! HYUNJIN who proposes to you on the spot, without a ring and without a clue of how he's supposed to tell his parents about this

DILF! HYUNJIN who eventually buys you a ring and helps you plan a wedding that he wasn't even sure was a good idea

DILF! HYUNJIN who sleeps in a separate bed from you throughout the whole two months that the two of you were technically engaged

DILF! HYUNJIN who marries you at a small ceremony in a courthouse, the witness being a very blazed version of his best friend, Han Jisung, and the equally blazed ring bearer, Yang Jeongin

DILF! HYUNJIN who sobs his eyes out that night, feeling so horrible about the situation, marrying a girl that he isn't in love with

DILF! HYUNJIN who still shows up to every ultrasound, and holds your hand when he sees his kid for the first time, watching tears well up in your eyes

DILF! HYUNJIN who can't help but start falling in love with you

DILF! HYUNJIN who starts noticing everything about you, the way you take your tea, your favorite flowers, and your favorite films

DILF! HYUNJIN who paints his daughter's nursery by hand, a beautiful scene of a princess' castle

DILF! HYUNJIN who sobs his eyes out when he holds his daughter for the first time, so overwhelmed with how much he loves someone he just met

DILF! HYUNJIN who realizes he is in love with you as he watches you nurse his daughter for the first time

DILF! HYUNJIN who scrapbooks everything and makes endless drawings of you and your daughter

DILF! HYUNJIN who always takes the night shift just so you can rest

DILF! HYUNJIN who took it that night like usual, sleepily walking to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of prepumped breast milk, finding none

DILF! HYUNJIN who hazardly walks into your room and taps you awake a meek "sh-she uhm is hungry, there's no breastmilk" leaving his lips in explaination

DILF! HYUNJIN who sits next to you as you nurse his daughter, gently petting his daughter's soft hair as she feeds from you

DILF! HYUNJIN who watches you in awe, a soft "I love you" slipping from his lips before he even knows what he's saying

DILF! HYUNJIN who cries when you kiss him for the first time, so overwhelmed with love for you and his daughter

DILF! HYUNJIN who worships your changed body

DILF! HYUNJIN who's favorite time of day is naptime because then he can finally eat your pretty cunt while you struggle to stay quiet so you don't awake your baby who is sleeping in the room over

DILF! HYUNJIN who was playing with your tits one time, just kissing them while laying in bed, your daughter asleep in her crib, it was nighttime after all, and then he tastes it, your breastmilk

DILF! HYUNJIN who becomes almost addicted to it after that, his cock getting hard at the thought of him nursing from your tits

DILF! HYUNJIN who fucks you gently, holding you so tight

DILF! HYUNJIN who purposefully fucks a baby into you again after another 3 years of being married

[thatone-brightstar]

someone i saw in a dream once...| C. Berzatto x fem!reader oneshot

a/n: creds to the lovely @thebearer bc i love her dad!carm blurbs and wanted to try it out myself... loved it btw. happy holidays and happy new year to you all 🎄✨🧸

ps. I was actually gonna call this "a very merry hoe-liday special" lol

WARNINGS: smut, piv unprotected sex, dirty talk, reader is on birth control but isn't mentioned (wrap it up IRL tho), minors DNI but you'll do what you want so don't say I didn't warn you

“Yours?” He asked lazily.

“Uh… no.” A nervous laugh escaped your chest from your space on the warm bed, one of his arms wrapped around you as the other played with your hand above the covers. “I don’t wanna argue about why we haven’t baptized her yet, again.”

“That’s fair.” He responded with a chuckle. 

“Yours?” You asked back.

Carmy shook his head immediately. “Fuck no.” 

“Y’know, she’s gonna ask why we’ve never been to her Grams when she’s older…” 

“And when she’s older. I’ll tell her ‘bout the time her ‘Grams’ ran the car through the living room on Christmas Eve.” He stayed silent for a little longer and you moved your gaze from your intertwined hands to his creased brows. 

As best as you could, you pulled your other arm from under the covers and up to caress the side of his jaw, drawing his eyes back to you.

“I don’t wanna put her through that shit.” 

You nodded and offered a thin smile “No- I know.” then dropped your head back over his warm chest. “We don’t have to do anything. We’ll just stay here, watch somethin’ make breakfast… and maybe see the lights when it’s not so cold out.”

“You think she’ll like that?”

“Oh yeah,” You reassured. “Pjs all day, presents and The Grinch? She’s gonna eat that shit up.” Your words made Carmy chuckle again, the sour memory buried back as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. 

“I dunno why she likes that movie…” He murmured, adding kiss after kiss around your beaming face. “Fuckin’ green thing’s creepy.”

You laughed and slid your arms around his neck while he dropped slowly over your laying body. “Probably reminds her of you, you grinch.”

“Oh yeah? You think I’m a grinch?” Carmy teased, smiling as he continued to drag his lips along your skin, down the side of your jaw and to the little spot against your neck that drew shaky breaths.

One of his hands pushed against the plush mattress to hold himself up while the other began to rake smoothly up your naked thigh. You nodded in agreement, giggling when the soft curls tickled the side of your cheek.

“Save it for naptime-” You reminded him. “Your kid’s got the best timing-”

Almost like clockwork, three little knocks barely rattled the door and you raised your brows up at Carmy.  ‘Told ya’ you mouth at him then asked teasingly “Who is it?”.

A little giggle made it past the wood, followed by a tiny voice. “Me mamma!” And another three hurried knocks.

“Come in!” You sang back again as Carmy pushed himself off you and you leaned up just in time to hear the door creak and catch the tiny human hurling herself into the unmade bed. “Omf!”

“Merry Christmas!” She shouted with extended arms once she managed to balance herself over the duvet on her knees. 

She threw her tiny arms around both of your necks and pulled you in for a hug as tight as her little strength allowed her. You corresponded the embrace, one arm circling her, while the other hugged Carmy. 

“Oh merry Christmas, pretty girl! Did you go see what Santa brought you?” You asked, pushing back the wild hairs she had inherited from her father. She shook her head no. 

“Aren’t you curious?” Carmy asked and she nodded. “Cause I think I heard a little bell last night…”

That was enough to rattle her excitement even more, a gasp obvious over her flushed cheeks and before you could say anything else, she dragged herself off the bed and onto the floor. 

“C’mon Daddy!” The little girl ordered, taking his hand and dragging him out the room with her. 

Your smile beamed as you waved a teasing goodbye at him, then threw yourself back, stretching your limbs into the bed. 

“Mommy hurry up!” You heard travel through the hallway and sighed out a short laugh.

“Comin’!”

**********

“Vale, baby, not so close to the tv, okay?” You reminded the toddler from your space by the kitchen counter, slicing up fruit for breakfast.

“I don’t get it…” Carmy continued muttering by your side while whisking the batter. 

You sniggered at his tone and shrugged. The theme song to the movie played through the speakers again and you could hear her little voice sing along as the stuffy in her hands danced to the tune. 

“I mean, what even is he?”

“a who…” You answered obviously and he furrowed his brows again.

“a what?”

“No daddy-“ She turned around and pushed herself up on the back of the couch to try and appear bigger, stuffed grinch hanging loosely from one of her hands. “a who!”

You laughed as Carmen nodded jokingly, mouth trapped in an obvious ‘oh’ shape and the sound of your laugh made her giggle even harder, before carefully crawling off the couch and padding her way into the kitchen beside him.

“What’cha making?” She asked curiously, standing on her socked toes beside him but barely reaching the top of the counter with her nose.

“Pancakes. You wanna help?” He asked and she nodded excitedly. 

Carmy turned to you with a small smile while wiping his hands on his rag, then moved down to pick up the awaiting child, who wrapped her tiny legs as much as she could around his torso.

“Alright chef Valentina,” He began, making her giggle and curl up against his side. “ wanna pour the chips in?”

He sat her on the edge by the bowl and handed her the cup filled to the brim with chocolate chips. It took both of her little hands to hold it and with slightly clumsy movements, she poured them in slowly. 

“Atta girl…” He whispered, holding the bowl steady so she could whisk them in, and something about the sweetness in his tone warmed your heart.

You eyed them every few seconds, an ever present smile on your face. It really did warm your heart to see him that way, sweet and nurturing and kind. Carmy was what you always hoped to find in a partner one day, the kind of person you dreamed about but always assumed you’d never have; yet there he was, perfectly present as he helped your daughter flip pancakes for christmas breakfast. 

“Mommy look!” She called towards you, making your smile grow twice as big, if that was even possible.

“I see baby, good job!” You praised too and moved to their side.

She stood on her step stool over the pan, at a careful distance from the fire, while you and Carmy guarded her sides. A kiss was placed on her wild hair as you brushed your hand over her back then laced in into Carmy’s arm, leaning your head on his shoulder. A pleasant feeling of contentment washed over you.

**********

Breakfast took up most of your morning, between batter stains and sticky blueberry maple syrup, it was as if the tiring action of flipping a couple pancakes had worn your daughter out and before her plate was finished, her head had begun tipping into it every few seconds. 

Carmy chuckled as he watched her chew herself to sleep for the third time while he got up to start clearing out the table. 

“I got it.” You whispered, afraid to wake her up, though she was already out like a light against her high chair. “You go put her to bed.”

“Alright little grinch,” He cooed and as soon as he pulled her up from her chair, her limp body draped over his chest. “how does a nap sound?” 

Carmy kept mumbling sweet words and rubbing her back in a soothing manner as he carried her into the room. You would have joined them, but he was always the better one to put her to sleep. Something about him gave her a calming and safe sensation. 

While Carmy took his time in your daughter’s room, you began to tidy up the kitchen. The ending scenes of the grinch passed through and the last songs served as ambience while you worked. You hummed along to the soundtrack, washing the last few dishes, when an arm gingerly circled your waist and the warmth of his chest pressed to your back. 

“Merry Christmas.” He whispered beside your ear, pressing a kiss to your flushed cheek as a beautifully wrapped box appeared in front of you.

You half turned to him with a soft smile pushing up against your cheeks. “Carm, we said no presents…”

“Just open it… you’re gonna love it.” Carmy said with his characteristic shy smile as he took the soapy dish from you and handed you a drying rag.

You dried your palms and took the small box with caution. After undoing the ribbon and slowly pulling off the lid, a beautiful heart locket shone back at you, taking your breath away. With a slow finger you traced the soft ridges and the delicate designs, as if a piece of lace had been dipped in molten gold then shaped into the small work of art

“Oh Bear, it's beautiful…” 

“And you can open it too” He added and unhooked his arm from around your hip to take the box back in his hands. 

Carefully, he picked  it up and pinched the sides open to reveal a tiny photo inside. It was from a few months back, you remembered the day. The Bear had just received its second star and Carmy and Syd had decided to close that day to offer another friends & family dinner. Richie had taken it outside the restaurant just before service. Carmy stood in the middle, with his pristine chef’s whites slightly unbuttoned, Val sat on his shoulders in her best dress and full of glee and you leaned onto his side, left hand cupping his cheek and glowing engagement ring full on display.

You sucked in your bottom lip to avoid the tears threatening to spill out, then turned to him fully and beamed with joy up at him. “You’re right, I love it.” 

His proud smile reached the little creases decorating the sides of his eyes before he leaned down to kiss you with adoration. 

Before he could go any further, Carmy blindly placed the necklace back into its box, then slid his fingers past your jaw, burying them in your hair. The movement of his desperate lips over yours left you breathless and despite not wanting to, you moved your face to the side to inhale a few deep and shaky breaths. He stayed glued to your skin, peppering wet kisses over your cheek, jaw and holding your hair up above your neck to grant him greater access into the area.

His other hand roamed down the side of your curves until it reached your hips, then it slid under the thin fabric of your shirt and up again, where it found your naked chest. His thumb skimmed over the tender skin of your nipple, making your hands tighten their grasp around the nape of his neck and sigh out another breath.

“Is she…” You tried to ask but failed as he continued his soft movements. 

“Asleep? Yeah.” He answered in a deep tone and hungry searched your lips once more.

With each stroke of his thumb and pull on your hair, you could feel him grow harder against your abdomen and the images crossing your mind didn’t help calm the arousal in your gut either.

“Good.” You smiled against his kiss and pulled him in deeper. “Room. Now.”

That’s all it took before he nodded rapidly and began taking quick steps forward, guiding you through the short hallway and into your bedroom, shutting the door lightly. Once at the foot of the bed, Carmy pulled your shirt off in one swift movement and dumped it somewhere on the floor. Now both of his hands held you by your ribcage, both palms massaging your chest and pulling little moans from your joined mouths.

“Fuck- I love you so much.” He groaned, slowly dropping you against the mattress and without daring to detach from your kiss, followed close behind.

Your hands found their own way to his hips, desperately pulling at the hem of his shirt until it was over his head in seconds, disheveling his hair even more. “I love you so much.” You mumbled back. 

Your clothes laid discarded around the room in a few seconds, leaving you buried in between the covers and him. A long sigh parted your chest when you finally felt the sweet relief of his cock inside you, matching his tempo with the strokes of his tongue against yours. Your legs parted even deeper to make space for his thrusts, one thigh wrapped around his hips to accentuate them even harder.

“Fuck- Carm-” You moaned close to his face, trying to be as quiet as you could with him slamming into you.

“Shh, shh- you’re doin’ so good baby-” He praised as he adjusted his weight on his arm and wrapped the other around your thigh, pulling it higher up. “God, you feel so- fuuck”

His movements faltered for a second and he gave a soft breathy laugh that fanned the side of your face, then he placed another kiss over your collar bone and began to slam even faster into you. 

Your soft cries vibrated against his skin and fueled his pace, almost rocking the headboard against the wall. Carmy rested his forehead against yours, looking directly into your eyes as he pulled your other leg up and spaced them both beside your elbows. The new change in position had you feeling him so deep in your core you could almost taste him and the way your eyes started to lose focus plastered a grin across his face.

“You love it when I fuck you like that, huh?” He asked in a breathless tone, but all you could do was nod frantically. “So fuckin’ beautiful…” He mumbled over and over.

Each stroke felt deeper than the last, the only indication of your upcoming orgasm was the brows screwed over your face and the trembling of your thighs. Carmy rocked himself continuously into you until you couldn’t take it anymore. A thousand little lights exploded behind your eyes, making your back arch away from the bed and your nails dig into his sturdy shoulders. Your walls contracted against his thick cock as he pushed in a few more strokes, before his chest shuttered with a contained groan and he let himself fall carefully over your panting chest.

Carmy pushed himself off you with effort and rolled to your side, then hooked his arm under your shoulders and pulled you to rest over his still rapidly beating heart.

“How does a nap sound?” He whispered over your head after a few silent minutes.

You chuckled at his tone but nodded in agreement, tracing little shapes over his chest until his beats took a more relaxed tempo and the breaths fanning over your hair grew longer and heavier.

**********

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[siswritesyanderes]

i mightve asked this before, in which case go ahead and ignore this lmao. which characters would be the best vs worst when handling an autistic darling?

Oooh, this is a cool question! I would say it depends on the particular symptoms the person has, so I'll go over some symptoms and which yanderes would respond best vs. worst.

avoidance of eye-contact

Obviously, shy, autistic, or autistic-coded yanderes would work really well with this (and other) symptom(s). Your Donatello's, your Newt's, arguably your Peter Parker's. Also, yanderes who are able to sense when their darling's attention is on them supernaturally or just out of sheer social aplomb. Elves, for example, would be great with someone who doesn't like eye contact, because their body language conventions differ as a result of being able to communicate mentally.

Roxanne Wolf would be distinctly bad for this, based on her need for attention as demonstrated in Help Wanted 2. But she's also not beyond reason when it matters, as we've seen in Ruin DLC, so I'm sure communicating about it is on the table.

sensory reactivity

Okay, I think Dr. Strange would very specifically be bad for this, because his movies are all swirling kaleidoscopes of magic that would definitely be sensory overload in real life, and I have mentioned before that I don't see him as a considerate yandere. If anything, he might enjoy inducing sensory overload for the express purposes of making his darling require comfort, care, and isolation from others.

On the other hand, and maybe a weird pull for this, but Zafrina from Twilight would be great. Alec, too. Both have powers that would be super helpful when darling is overwhelmed.

Druig is able to just make everyone nearby shut up, which he would employ liberally.

food sensitivity/pickiness

Yanderes who enjoy cooking could go both ways on this. I could see some being offended by negative feedback and some taking it as being gifted with the challenge of meeting their darling's standards. Teruteru from Danganronpa and Esme from Twilight would both probably be good about receiving feedback and making changes. Super eager to please. Esme more so than Teruteru; he might get offended at first.

Rich and royal yanderes would delight in someone picky. They would love to be able to send food back with new, highly specific orders because darling doesn't like grapes with soft spots. Your Tony Stark's, your Byakuya Togami's, your Toph Beifong's, your Coriolanus Snow's.

Ralph from DBH would be a problem. He has a very weak grasp on what humans eat and a very high sensitivity to negative feedback. (Wait, he's just like me...)

resistance to changes in routine

This one would be a problem for yanderes who feel a need to go on adventures and trips with their darling. Which isn't necessarily the same as adventurous yanderes. Some adventurous yanderes might enjoy the idea of their darling staying behind at home keeping to a comfortable routine. But the ones who want their darling along on the adventure would be problematic. The Doctor, for example. Especially Eleven; he gets bored easily.

Whereas I think a lot of superheroes would like the idea of keeping their darling sequestered away, living predictably and comfortably. Clark Kent, Steve Rogers, Druig...The only catch is that some of them (Druig) would probably be a bit condescending about it.

I think Daycare Attendant would be great for routine. Coloring time, snack time, naptime, same time every day, sign them up! Also condescending, but they genuinely can't help it because it's how they're programmed.

Technically, Phineas and Ferb keep to a very specific routine, albeit a pretty tiring/potentially overwhelming one.

sorting things

This would be great for the disorganized genius character type. A Bruce Banner, if you will. An organized genius probably already has a system and might have trouble with someone sorting things differently than they have them. A distinctly slovenly character probably wouldn't mind either way.

hyperfixation

Yo, Queen from Deltarune would be the best for this. She would create an inescapable palace of the thing darling likes. Swatch and the Swatchlings would be involved.

stimming

There might be a problem if the yandere is easily distracted and needs to focus on something else. The main one I can think of who fits that description is Percy Jackson. That's not a distaste thing; just a pragmatic issue. Yanderes who experience sensory overload might also have an issue with it. My first thought was Queen Elsa.

On the other hand, Leo Valdez would love to make little stim toys for his darling. Donatello, too.

[pillowspace]

While I was on my break from Tumblr, I thought up a DCA AU (CW canon-typical fnaf fictional child death mentions) where Sun and Moon are personally created by William Afton through a jumble of the timeline, programmed to believe that they're daycare attendants when their sole purpose is to actually keep the souls of children docile so that they don't enact vengeance. With little information on what death even is, they don't realize for quite some time. Sun is to keep the children happy and entertained at day, and Moon is to urge the children to rest at night. Not sleep, rest. Move on, where their anger will turn to peace. Sun misinterprets Moon's role as naptime, as they only became aware of each other much later on without any access to the other's memories.

Moon is the first to realize that this isn't normal childcare, due to his confusing role as well as the spirits being just a little bit more communicative at night. He tries to tell Sun, but Sun doesn't believe it, he doesn't want to believe it. For so long, they've been trying to soothe the anger of these spirits. And for once, Moon makes a suggestion to Sun. The children want to find William, so let them, and have none of this continue for a moment longer.

On a lighter note, I'd like to imagine that Cassidy (Golden Freddy's spirit) is their biggest menace. Your job is to keep the spirits tame?? You are getting no luck with her. Moon's trying to soothe the children and just defeatedly glances at Cassidy going feral across the room trying to rip apart the toys. Sun likes her energy, but wishes that she'd be a liiiitle bit more cooperative.

This all just boils down to "ghost daycare"

[sleepyhead-poll]

WELCOME TO THE SLEEPYHEAD CHARACTER POLL!

Submissions are open until January 15th 2024! (Edit: Submissions closed early on the 7th!)

Rules for submissions:

Submit a character from any piece of media who is sleepy! Being sleepy has to be a character trait. It doesn't have to be their main character trait, but it does a reoccurring one (not just a one-off trait in one episode)!

Being tired or "lazy" doesn't inherently make a character sleepy! A character being overworked or a character not wanting to work/trying to get out of doing tasks does not inherently make them qualify. To be sleepy, they must want to be asleep and might often be seem dowsing off. Sleepyhead behavior. Naptime is one of their favorite times. It's in their personality and characterization. That doesn't mean they can't ADDITIONALLY be overworked, tired, or "lazy", it's just not the only thing.

No character who are comatose / in "hibernation" / in a deep sleep. This includes Sleeping Beauty (she's not really a "sleepy" character, she's forced asleep; though if it's a adaptation of her character where she's a sleepyhead that counts).

No insomniac characters. This falls more into a tired character that isn't quite a sleepyhead.

No real people. That includes submitting yourself or your pet, as tempting as it is.

No fanon interpretations/fan characters/OCs/etc.

I reserve the right to reject character if they are from offensive media.

Be respectful! Most sleepy characters are lighthearted in nature, but real people with real chronic fatigue & illnesses do exist. So no referring to characters' sleepy behaviors as being "useless" or anything like that. Just be decent.

No character automatically gets in, so feel free to submit anyone!

I am aiming for a 64 single-elimination bracket, but depending on the volume of submissions, I will make the bracket smaller or larger.

@tournament-announcer @magical-mascot-smackdown @yen-sids-tournament @roboswagbracket @princess-polls @vocaloidsongpoll

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 11: Naptime

Y'all had your fun, now it's back to business. This goes from 0 to 100 real fast so please pay attention to the content warning, also adding a read more just in case.

Word count: 956

Content warning: mentions of blood, injury, child death, reader descresion is advised

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It's naptime, and you're not asleep.

Oh, how you would be if you could. How you so desperately wish that you could. You stand no chance at reaching the light switch. No chance at saving the day. The only thing you can do is sit crowded in a hidden corner of the play structure with the few kids you could grab. Like a coward. Arms tightly around them to try and shield them as best you can from the danger lurking outside. 

You think, hope, pray, that some of them are actually asleep out there. That they didn't get woken up by the screams of the children who happened to wake up. The others though, god the others, you can't, you won't-these kids need you. Need you to be brave, need you to protect them. You don't think you can.

One of them makes a small whimper, you near silently shush her, pulling her more into your chest so if she sobs, it'll be muffled. She clings to you tightly, and you suppress a wince. The wound across your chest thankfully isn't deep, but it hurt, and you had no way to stop the bleeding currently. 

You had felt your entire world shut down at that moment. Witness everything come plummeting down so suddenly. Instead of not being able to look away from a car crash, you were experiencing the crash. And it hurt.

You blame yourself, even if someone else would argue it's not your fault. You didn't know. Hell, you don't think even Sun knew. Is he even okay? Is he gone too? Not until it happened. Not until you turned off the lights. 

"Alright," You turn, watching as Moon appears, "Everybody's down for the count, they're pretty exhausted from freeze tag so we should have an easy go of it. In the meantime, I found my copy of The Princess Bride, I say we find a good vantage point and get a couple chapters in. What do you say to that?"

No response. He just stares at you. 

This has been happening sometimes lately, you think it may just be a delay in the switch. You know he's been self-conscious about it, so you try to make light of it. 

You make a radio noise with your mouth, "Cht. Earth to Moon-man. This is mission control, requesting cuddles and story-time while on the job. Do you copy?"

Something clicks. 

"Ye-yes, yes, let's... do that," He shakes his head, seeming, groggy. 

You giggle quietly, "Are you sure you don't need a nap, sleepy head?"

It takes another second, you swear you see his optics flash another color before he shakes his head again, chuckling. 

"Not at all," He offers his hand to you, "Shall we?"

You grin to yourself, doing your best to contain your excitement. You've been waiting for ages to get into this book with him. Not to mention spending unrestricted one-on-one time.

You take it, feeling a rush once the two of you start flying through the air. 

From there, things are good. Great even. You and Moon are able to get through the prologue and first chapter or so. The problem arises when suddenly, the power goes out to the rest of the Plex. 

You look up, instinctively putting a hand on the arm Moon has around you, "What's going on?"

"I'm, not sure."

The sudden lack of noise rouses one of the kids, he sits up, rubbing at his eyes with a yawn. 

"Ah, shoot, Morgan's up. Here, help me down and I'll-" You're suddenly cold as Moon abruptly stands up, jumping down from the play structure without a word.

Confused, you follow after him, taking a nearby slide.

You walk over to where he towers over the boy-not his usual routine for these things that should have been your first clue-and get there in time to overhear;

"It's past your bedtime."

That's, not his usual voice. Well, it is. But there's something off about it.

Morgan notices too, he looks a bit frightened by the gravely sound. 

Moon's faceplate tilts to the side, "Naughty children must be punished."

It's then that you think to look down to his hand where, when did he get claws. Why would Moon ever need claws, that kind of upgrade is only for Monty or Freddy-

He's raising his hand, Morgan is cowering. You need to move.

Without thinking, you dash in between the two, arms out wide to shield the child behind you. 

Moon hesitates, stuttering, glitching, but his hands slices across your chest all the same. 

Morgan screams, you hiss at the pain. Moon suddenly disappears into the dark above the Daycare. And kids start to wake up.

Everything from there is a blur. You remembering panicking, trying to calm down crying kids. your chest being on fire, and then everything suddenly getting ten times worse.

You still don't know what's going on out there. Out in the rest of the Plex. You don't know why no one has come to check on you all, come to save you, nobody's going to save you, just done something. But you have no way of reaching out. No way of getting out of here either. For now, you have to survive. You have to. You have to try.

You become aware of someone looking at you before you actually see the light crawl across the floor before landing on you and the backs of the kids.

Your grip becomes firmer, face more determined, as the sound of bells gets closer and closer. You take a deep breath, and steel your gaze to look at him. 

Red eyes face yours on the other side of the plastic cage.

It's naptime. And you're not asleep.

🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

Wow man, I was uh, yeah I don't know where this came from. Oof. Angst AND horror. My b guys. ANYWHO Three promptobers in a day, my writing brain is BACK baby (it has been gone for several weeks bc of sinusitis, but I'll talk about that more in the CS ch. 35 update) The other promptobers I've done are here if you haven't seen them already. The previous ones haven’t been as intense horror-wise as this so if you're looking for something a little chiller I would suggest giving them a try. Thanks for reading!

[littleether21]

Miguel O'Hara Caregiver Headcanons!! (COMPLETELY SFW)

Nervous man, very nervous because he's always a little afraid he's gonna screw up. But he's surprisingly good at being a CG!!

He actually sees it as a huge stress reliever to take care of someone like this. He doesn't have to worry about the multiverse when he's taking care of his little, he just has to take care of them.

He has always had that protective/paternal instinct. He is basically like a cat to his little--he will come along and pick them up by the scruff of their neck to get them out of trouble

Very good with toddler and older kiddo regressors, though he's not against littles who go younger than that

Most common nicknames for his littles are gonna be "bebita/o" or "Príncipe/Princessa"

A little more on the strict side. Has a few easy rules in place and he is very fair with any punishments he gives

Has a nice little routine for both him and his little. That way neither of them gets bored and they don't have to worry about unexpected things happening--it makes him feel better knowing what's ahead.

Carries a little care bag with him that has snacks, drinks, some fidget toys, and a kid's tablet whenever the two of them go out just in case.

Likes cooking with his little!! Lets them try the ingredients(when safe) and of course allows them to stir and mix stuff. He prefers handling any sharp things or the stove.

CHAMPION of naptimes. He knows how to make the atmosphere calming enough for his little one want to go down for a nap, he knows the best sensory videos to put on, and YES--this man will lie down too and cuddle until his little falls asleep. He's an expert. (He is also prone to napping with them because he's that good)

Has a swear jar in place. Not for his little--though he'd consider it if they slipped up often enough--but for him. Every time he cusses on accident around his little he has to put a dollar in. When the jar is full, the little gets to pick out a thing they want to buy

Really good at pretend play games!!! Give him a plot and he'll go right along with it

Loves watching his little get all excited about a movie or cartoon. Actually pays attention to what it is, what it's about, so that way he can understand what they're talking about

Doesn't always get the opportunity to spoil his little but when he does it's well thought out and personalized for them!

If ever his little starts slipping and he's not around Lyla will babysit a little bit until Miguel shows up :3 and she's very good at that!! (I'm gonna do a whole post about her tbh)

Miguel isn't perfect though, sometimes he lets his emotions get the better of him especially if it was a rough day at HQ. He might raise his voice or slam something, but it's never on purpose to scare his little.

If he does screw up, he feels terrible. Lyla sometimes takes over caring for them so Miguel can get himself in check, and then he'll very calmly get on the Little's level and apologize for how he acted. He never means to upset them in any way.

[eclipsinggod]

Just a thought, but another user on Tumblr ( @pageofheartdj ) has pointed out how in the flashback of tiny Charlie, the woman who picks her up and carries her away from Lucy has her bangs down, which is seen with Eve rather than Lilith and her silhouette, which has slicked back bangs.

I'm honestly starting to think that Charlie might be Eve's child?

Remember Lucifer's taunts to Adam? (Screenshots taken from @huskisaloser 's post).

Now... while this might be just a taunt, and nothing deep, this really bothers me.

Specifically the gestures.

For Lilith, who was Adam's first wife, he makes a cunnilingus gesture, while for Eve, he makes a sexual gesture.

What if this is teasing that Lucifer never really had a sexual relationship with Lilith, or something. What if all that they shared was the "wish to show humans free-will"? Or, at the very least, what if Lilith wasn't the one who, ultimately, gave birth to Charlie.

Again, if it is a tease to earlier relationships between the two women, why not give the sexual gesture when mentioning Lilith, and the other for Eve?

I have no clue how that could've happen, but like... Also.

Charlie. Charlie is a kind soul. She is fighting for demons to be redeemed. Ironically, she sounds like an angel. Kind, good, loving, forgiving, etc. etc. Meanwhile, Lilith... while we don't know much about her, from the backstory animation at the very beginning of the first episode, shows her thriving off of power. Off of the demonkind. You could almost call her evil.

So, would it be far off to say Charlie is like a perfect angel? And while it can just be Lucifer's personality shinning onto her, you could also argue her personality was "given" to her by Eve, too.

It also bothers me that Eve/Lilith was taking Charlie away from Lucy in that flashback. Naptime? Or something more sinister?

But that's just a theory.

A FILM THEORY!

EDIT: Not to mention, actually, at the beginning, Charlie is literally reading a story. A bookstory. A romanticized backstory of the Heaven and Hell. Of Lilith and Lucifer.

Who's to say that Lilith and Lucifer truly were married? Or had a kid? Or had fallen in love? Maybe they were partners in crime?

And if Lilith and Eve are really twins, who's to say that the painting isn't of auntie Lilith, who's been more involved than mother?

[mooncello]

It's Wednesday night, and the migraine I've been under since yesterday evening is finally lifting. Fingers crossed it stays away. So many updates today! I look forward to catching up on them all. Thank you for the tags @rimeswithpurple, @monbons, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @hushed-chorus

@messofthejess, @bookish-bogwitch, @artsyunderstudy & @thewholelemon.

I'll be posting chapter 4 of more than a footnote sometime over the next couple days. I'm the most excited to share this chapter, and the most nervous. We get to learn more about Dev's backstory in this chap, and ngl it's a bit nervewracking to fill out and present a char to you all that isn't detailed in canon. I don't know why but it feels extra vulnerable. Even so, I'm excited. Because I adore him. When I thought about which snippet to share in advance of chap 4, I knew I wanted to share this bit about Dev. So here he is. 🖤

Dev POV

My father makes Malcolm Grimm look like a deadass softie. My mother cares for nothing except her tennis whites, Christie’s acquisitions, and organising extravagant parties. (Sorry, soirées.) And my brother and sister … I have a few sun-flared memories of strawberry jam on toast, ringlets of inky hair tickling my cheek during naptime, bare toes while searching for tadpoles along the country estate’s creek … and then my siblings got older and left me behind and, well, honestly, fuck them, too. With their perfect jobs and perfect partners and perfect teeth. Didn’t take them long before they were parroting our parents on everything. Too little focus, Dev. Too many boyfriends and girlfriends, Dev. Those shorts are too short, Dev. You never take anything seriously, Dev. I learned very early on that the best way to survive my family is to not care. They can’t hurt you, if you don’t have any shame. 

love + tags under the cut --

I want to echo Ashton's post from earlier today, about normalizing telling people how much we like them. So in that spirit: I fucking ADORE you all. I'm so lucky to know you, here in our little, precious corner of the internet. 🩵🩵

@drowninginships @valeffelees @run-for-chamo-miles @blackberrysummerblog @orange-peony

@youarenevertooold, @shrekgogurt, @hushed-chorus, @whatevertheweather, @fatalfangirl

@cutestkilla, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @artsyunderstudy, @emeryhall, @raenestee

@iamamythologicalcreature, @bookish-bogwitch @thewholelemon, @best--dress, @rimeswithpurple

@ileadacharmedlife, @skeedelvee, @monbons, @j-nipper-95

@ic3-que3n, @theearlgreymage, @theimpossibledemon, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @palimpsessed

@facewithoutheart, @cosmicalart, @supercutedinosaurs, @larkral

[princess-of-the-corner]

I'm not sure where the 'Marinette hates liars' bit comes from. She *is* one? I don't even mean 'ooo secret identity.' Just, she is.

Top of my head some doozies:

1)Wanting to go to Shanghai to see her uncle? You mean scamming her parents out of a few thousand euros because she can't let Adrien out of her sight?

2)The entire plan to 'steal' Cat Noir's identity in Ephemeral... just all of it.

3)The S5 Finale... need I go on?

4)There was more but the small child has awoken from naptime. and stolen my capacity for rational thought. 🤣

I mean it's something that Marinette has said regarding her absolute vitriol toward Lila.

Like in the 'yeah Lila isn't causing major harm(as far as she knows), but Marinette hates liars therefore Lila's existence sets her off'.

I think this would work better if Marinette's only lies were necessary ones regarding Ladybug and not manipulative shit.

[matchingbatbites]

Love Grows - Part 4

This one is a little shorter than the last, because I liked what I had and didn't want to drag it out. The next part will be a little different, so keep an eye out for it sometime next week!

Ao3 | Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 5

July '85

Something is wrong when Steve drops off Rosemary. Eddie takes the ten-month-old baby with a cheery "Hiya, Rosie!" earning him a delighted giggle from the girl, but Steve seems out of it as he sets down the diaper bag. 

"Everything okay, Stevie?" Eddie asks as he settles Rosie on his hip. She reaches out and wraps a hand around his guitar pick necklace but he barely notices, his attention focused on Steve. The younger nods and pushes a hand through his hair, and Eddie silently clocks the nervous habit. 

"Yeah, just- just tired. I, uh, might be late picking Rosie up tonight. I'm closing, and it could take a while." 

Eddie tips his head to the side, he knows there's something Steve isn't saying, but he lets it slide. "That's okay. If you want me to keep her overnight, just give me a call, okay? It's not a problem." 

Steve gives him a tired smile and says "Thanks, Eddie. I really- I really appreciate you. What you do for Rosie. It means a lot to me." 

Yeah, something is definitely wrong. As much as Eddie wants to dig, he doesn't. If Steve doesn't want to talk about it, then he'll leave it alone, but it doesn't erase the worry that settles in his stomach.

"Well, I care about you guys. You and Rosie. I just want to make sure you're both okay."

A soft blush settles across Steve's face and he takes a step back. "Thanks, Eddie. I'll see you tonight, yeah?"

"Yeah. Um, stay safe, Steve."

Steve nods and gives a soft “I will," before heading out of the trailer.

That was July 2nd, and it's now the 5th, and Eddie hasn’t heard from Steve at all. He's had Rosemary for three days, and he would be angry at Steve for abandoning his baby if he wasn't absolutely wracked with worry, the initial low-grade panic only increasing with each passing day.

The only time he can even start to relax is when Rosie gets fussy, and he carries her around the trailer singing 'Love Grows' into her hair, needing to be calm so she can be calm. He can tell that she misses Steve, that she knows something is off, and it breaks Eddie’s heart that he can't do anything about it.

Wayne has taken over Rosie's care this morning, is on the couch with the baby sat up against the cushions as he feeds her bits of plain cereal, and Eddie has only just stopped pacing long enough to eat his own breakfast (the same plain cereal, because he doesn't think he could stomach anything else).

They both freeze when the news cuts to a story about Starcourt, and Eddie's ears start ringing as the news anchor describes the sudden destruction of the mall late last night. 

He feels a heavy hand on his shoulder and looks up to see Wayne suddenly in front of him. "Calm down now, son. You got that little girl over there who needs you to keep it together until we can find out what happened to her dad, got that?" 

Eddie nods, just now realizing how tight his chest feels, and he takes a few deep breaths until the panic evens out. "Yeah. Okay, yeah."

So Eddie puts on a brave face and pretends like nothing is wrong. When Wayne leaves to run some errands, he works to keep Rosie distracted and happy and for the most part succeeds, until naptime.

Rosie is being extra fussy and Eddie is doing his best, carrying her around and singing softly, but just before she falls asleep she jerks herself back awake and starts crying again, and the cycle repeats a few times. 

Eddie rubs soothing circles into her back, tries to get her calm enough to go down, but he freezes completely when she starts to babble sadly, and the soft “Dada dada…” coming from her little mouth is enough to send silent tears streaking down his face.

His breathing is shaky as he continues to sing, and eventually, finally, Rosie falls asleep. Eddie lays her on the bed and tucks a pillow in next to her so she doesn’t roll off in her sleep, and he barely makes it out of the room before he collapses to the floor. 

He's gasping for breath, panic wracking his frame as he thinks about Steve. Did the guy just cut and run on Rosie? No, there’s no way that’s possible, Steve loves her far too much to just abandon her.  Maybe he was caught up in the shit at the mall? Oh god, what happens to Rosie if Steve is… If he’s…

A knock sounds on the trailer door and it takes Eddie a long moment to pull himself together and get up off the floor, and he scrubs his hands over his face before he goes to answer it. He almost starts crying again when he sees Steve on the other side, still wearing that fucking uniform, his face beaten and bruised. 

“Hi Eddie,” he says softly, and fuck, he sounds wrecked. “Sorry I didn’t call.”

"Fuck the phone call, Steve, your face!" Eddie grabs him, one hand clenching in that stupid sailor shirt as the other hovers over Steve's swollen cheek. "What the fuck happened to you?" 

"Got beat up by some Russians," Steve replies, and Eddie can’t believe he’s cracking jokes while Eddie is trying his best to not have a breakdown. "I'm okay, though. I'm fine." 

His hands come up to grab Eddie's wrists and, oh, Eddie is shaking. He pulls out of Steve's grip and throws his arms around the younger man, pulling him into a tight hug. "Fuck, when we heard about what happened at the mall, we were so fucking worried." 

Steve hugs Eddie back, arms wrapping around him and holding him close, and Eddie relishes in the fact that Steve is here, that he’s safe. “I’m okay, Eddie. Doc said I’ll be worse for wear for the next week or so, but nothing serious.” 

Eddie hums in disbelief and they just stay there, wrapped around each other, and Eddie isn’t quite sure who is comforting who at the moment. They break apart after a few minutes and Eddie pulls Steve inside the trailer.

"Where's Rosie?" Steve asks as he glances around, and Eddie nods towards the bedroom. "She's taking a nap, and I think you should do the same. No offense, Steve, but you look dead on your feet." 

The younger chuckles softly and pushes a hand through his hair, and Eddie vaguely registers the bandages covering a few of his fingertips. “I feel like it. I think we’ve overstayed our welcome, though, so I’ll just get Rosie and go-” 

Eddie shakes his head and starts pushing Steve towards the bedroom. “Nope, no, absolutely not. She literally just went down like ten minutes ago, and it took me half an hour because she was crying for you, and you’re not going to ruin my hard work. I’m gonna get you something to change into and you’re gonna take a fucking nap, okay?”

There’s a mutter of resignation, and when they enter the bedroom Steve melts when he sees Rosie on the bed, tears fill his eyes and he takes a shaky breath. “Fuck, I thought I’d never get to see her again.”

He steps over and brushes his fingers over her little hand, and Eddie looks away from the tender scene to dig through his dresser. He pulls out a pair of sweatpants and an oversized band shirt that he passes to the younger, who gives him a soft "Thanks."

While Steve is changing, Eddie grabs a spare blanket and pillow and drops them onto the floor by the bed. It won't be the most comfortable, but he doesn't want to risk accidentally waking Rosie from her nap, not when Steve needs some time to just crash.

He sits down on the pillow with his back propped against the bed, and then drags Steve onto the floor with him. The younger moves easily, lets Eddie bully him into laying down with his head in Eddie's lap, and Eddie drapes the blanket over him before brushing his fingers over soft but dirty hair.

"You don't have to baby me," Steve says, voice soft from exhaustion, and Eddie hums as he gently scratches at his scalp. 

"I'm not babying you, Steve. You're hurt, and I just… Just let me take care of you, okay?"

Steve makes a soft noise in response, and everything is quiet for a while. It’s just long enough that Eddie thinks Steve has fallen asleep, when the younger speaks again, voice quiet. 

“I watched Billy Hargrove die last night.” 

Eddie feels like he’s been drenched in ice water, his gaze snaps down to the boy in his lap. “What?” 

“He was there last night, when everything went to shit. It was… fucking awful, Eddie.” His hand grabs at Eddie’s pant leg, and he can feel that Steve is trembling a little. “What’s terrible is that I can’t even feel bad about it. Like, I feel bad that someone died, but not that it was him, if that makes sense.”

Eddie feels a little shell shocked at Steve’s admission, and he takes a deep breath. “Billy Hargrove was a piece of shit, Steve. It’s okay to feel empathetic that a life was lost, but that life did a lot of shitty things.”

He’s glad that Steve isn’t looking at him, that he can’t see the way that tears one again well up in Eddie's eyes. “But it’s still really fucked up that you had to go through that. Like, really fucked up. There’s no way I can understand what you’re feeling, but if you want someone to just talk to, I’m here for you, yeah?”

Steve nods a little, and there’s a brief pause before he says “Thank you, Eddie. This- Just being here, being with you helps a lot.”

And that. That creates a whole new wave of emotions that Eddie is severely unprepared to deal with at the moment. He cards his fingers through Steve’s hair again and does his best to keep his hand from shaking. “Glad I could help somehow. Just- get some sleep, Stevie.”

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[gay-poet-gabriel]

Back with more of my Baby Pony BS (just kidding I love him so much wanna pinch his cheeks)

Ponyboy with a snuggle blanket he must absolutely have for naptime/bedtime/bad stormy weather. (He throws a fit if/when Darry or even Soda has to wash it because it still smells like his mom. They're thoughtful to spray little bits of her perfume on it before giving it back to him)

Ponyboy with his daily bath time routine because he runs track and the warm water is good on his leg muscles. He loves the bubbles and Darry found bath crayons. (Ponyboy loved him extra for a whole solid month because of that)

Ponyboy slipping on Soda's spare DX shirt and Hat and wandering outside to help Soda (and Steve) on the car and Soda nearly having a heart attack from the cuteness. (Steve rolls his eyes but can't hide his blush).

Ponyboy at art therapy with Johnny. Johnny isn't much of an art enthusiest but he gets to be little with his best friend and Pony is really good at drawing and usually sticks to crayons, markers and pencils whereas Johnny likes water painting.

Ponyboy being watched by Two-Bit who absolutly adores the boy and takes him to the park, the movies, the Dairy Queen and doesn't mind doing more than just watching TV with the kid. Two-Bit isn't the best reader, but he makes funny voices when he reads character lines.

Ponyboy who sticks close to Dallas when he's round town running errands. Dally takes him and Johnny to see the horses and it's then that Pony doesn't get why 'older him' is so scared of Dally. Dally makes sure he's safe around the big horsies and holds onto him tightly as they ride.

Sweet adorable baby Pony that the gang wouldn't trade for the world; when he goes off to college far, far away they miss him like crazy and call him twice a day. There's lots of crying but they're proud.

OK WAIT

ANON YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

i knw this has been in my ask box for like. several weeks. i know.

i got attached to it, and i wanted it all to myself

but alas....

[ultrakontakt]

My garten of banban nextgens/fanchildren. Info/Bios below the cut LOLOLOL. Will update everyone on new members of my cast whenever i come up with them! Don't have a name for this verse yet.

(First image)

Name: Blessed Beatrice

Age: 18

Gender: Cis Female

Orientation: Unlabeled

Classification: Monster/Case 24-The Slug

Role: Guidance Counselor

Parents: Banban and Stinger Flynn(Though she was only really made w banban's givanium sample)

Beatrice is a monster with a lot on her plate. Being the daughter of parents who genuinely dislike eachother, she has a very unlucky streak when it comes to familial relationships. That doesn't mean she'll let it get to her though. She uses her experience to her advantage, helping kids with whatever problems they have. She knows how it feels, and wants to help you. Though with the experience comes a dislike of yelling, and a bit of a short temper, but she never shows any of this to the kids.

(Second Image)

(Both of their parents are Sheriff Toadster and Bittergiggle)

Name: Minkie

Age: 20

Gender: Cis female

Orientation: Femme Lesbian

Classification: Mutant

Role: Big sister to kids without siblings/Party planner

Minkie is a very considerate and caring individual. She always puts others first, and has a genuine kindness in her heart. Her aesthetic is loud and unapologetic, always baring her soul to those around her. Kids like playing with her since she can always stoop to their level on things, and likes helping Beatrice w/ getting them on the path to success. She does artwork on the side, taking an expressionist nature.

Name: Patches

Age: 3

Gender: Genderless (Some monsters/mutants can come hardcoded w/o a gender, this is completely normal to everyone there)

Classification: Mutant

Role: Naptime specialist (Not joking)

Patches is a lot like Cap. Fiddles(IE, little baby kids can hang out with). They don't speak and choose to show actions via a little tablet that speaks words/with motions such as handsigns. Their favorite thing is sleeping.

(Third Image)

(Brushista/Banbaleena)

Name: Frank

Age: 18

Gender: GNC Trans man (He/she)

Orientation: Gay

Classification: Mutant

Role: Security Enforcer

Frank is snooty and a bit of an annoyance. He is super dedicated to his job, and won't let anything get in his way in executing it properly. Minkie and Beatrice try to get him to loosen up a lot, but he turns up his snout at that. You'll see his tail wagging, even if she's pretending to not have fun.

Name: Marilyn

Age: 18

Gender: GNC cis woman (She/he/they)

Orientation: Butch Lesbian

Classification: Mutant

Role: Security Enforcer

Unlike her brother, Marilyn isn't as serious despite her tough demeanor. She's fun loving and is willing to play along with kids, whilst also making sure everyone's safe.

[hmshermitcraft]

Pearl and Grian have travelled together for years. One day, they get a little too confident and Grian gets cursed by a witch.

Every night, once the sun sets, he will become a horrific monster, with giant claws and teeth, and he will obey only his base instincts with no higher mind.

Naturally, they're both scared. They never want to split apart, especially not at night, but Grian refuses to put Pearl in danger.

She has to chain him on the back of their wagon, with all the leather straps and iron chains she can find. She doesn't even notice the sun set, let alone that Grian's moving until he picks her up like a doll.

She fully expects to be eaten, and then she just... isn't. He doesn't hurt her at all, actually. He sniffs and licks her, but once he's done with that, he curls up in front of their horses and sleeps, snuggling her. Kept her warm, with those feathers and soft limbs.

The witch (and themselves) didn't consider that Grian's most base instincts would devolve into: protect Pearl, snuggle Pearl, love Pearl.

Neither mind that much, Grian felt extremely bad come morning until he saw Pearl perfectly intact. Pearl likes not having to worry about anyone robbing them at night, with her huge beast, and he kept her warm enough that she won't need to worry about coats and cloaks for all but the harshest winters.

No, their biggest issue is the fact that Grian keeps tearing his clothes. They also can't go to inns anymore, but having to get naked just before nightfall is a bigger problem. For Grian. Pearl seems to be enjoying herself.

Pearl has started keeping a list of Grian's 'base instincts' (much to Grian's dismay.) So far her highlights are:

Having belly rubs

Screaming pathetically if he gets wet

Playing fetch (it's a good job Pearl is strong)

Naptime

Overall, she thinks she got a pretty good deal out of it! And Grian is less scared of it too. Now he can be all corny and say his love for Pearl tamed the beast inside him!