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mandomaterial · 2 years ago

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Forgotten pt.3

Pairing: Tonowari x Metkayina!Reader

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings: Angst, mentioned pregnancy, no fluff

Notes: OOoofff, im publishing this at 2 am. TwT im so dead. But anyway… do u guys think that Tonowari should find out? Cus i kinda don’t wanna tell him tbh… what else should happen? Pls leave a comment- i need more ideas. :3 pic not mine, credit to the owner!

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Birds chirped, the sun warming their feathers as they sang together with the gentle sound of the ocean. Small rays of sun snuck through the gaps in the marui and hit the Olo'eyktan's face. Waking up like this was truly peaceful and relaxing.

Tonowari's eyes flickered open, as he reached out to his mate, he was met with nothing but empty space. He rolled over and continued feeling around for you but was met with nothing. He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes to clear away the last remnants of sleep. His eyes cracked open, squinting whilst adjusting to the light, and looking around. He was alone in the pod so he decided to check on his kids. Their tent was connected to his with a flap, which he opened slightly to peek inside. There they were, each sleeping on their beds, calmly.

Everything was calm; too calm. Suddenly everything ruched back to him; all the horrid memories of the past day. The reality of his situation crashed down on him like a wave, and his heart sank. His beloved had been taken from him.

He stumbled back to your shared sleeping mat, sitting down and reaching for your pillow, bringing it up to his nose, and inhaling your scent. Normally you’d never use it, choosing to sleep in his arms instead, so it wasn’t as potent. But he’d recognize your scent anywhere, the smell of the ocean foam mixed with herbs and medicine, a hint of sweetness and warmth, it truly calmed him down.

He looked around the room, and his eyes fell on his wife's belongings scattered around the room. Scanning the room, everything reminded him of you. The small trinkets you had collected over the years, your most recent weaving projects, and clothes. But something caught his eye, a small box that he was unfamiliar with was hidden under a small pile of material.

He shuffled over to it, picking it up and inspecting it. It was made of mother of pearl, beautifully decorated with small teal stones, and clearly delicately handcrafted. Carefully swiping his thumb over the top he admired it. Then he slowly opened the lid and it revealed a small toy. With nimble fingers, he took it out and set the box down simultaneously. What he held in his hand seemed to be a small doll, it resembled an ilu, that was unfinished, the pattern on its back suddenly stopping.

He felt the softness of the fabric and the smoothness of the stuffing. He noticed the intricate stitching that his mate had put into it, and the care you had taken to make sure that every detail was perfect. As he held the stuffed animal he felt a sense of comfort wash over him, a sense of familiarity that reminded him of you. You loved making toys, whether they were for your own children or the newborns of the tribe, your small fingers working the fabrics into adorable animals with such skill and precision, that he could only admire. Tonowari stroked the ilu’s head softly, the toy being barely bigger than his hand.

Tonowari closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He thought of his you and the love you had poured into making the toy. He could almost picture you sitting on the floor, stitching away with a smile on your face, completely absorbed in your work. It brought sadness to his heart.

Oh, how he wished he could turn back time, he would have forbidden you to follow him into the battle; he would have locked you in the marui to keep you safe. But he knew that he couldn't change the past. All he could do was hold onto the memories and cherish the small things that reminded him of his mate. He clutched the little ilu tightly in his hands, feeling a sense of comfort in its softness. He put it back into its box and placed it back where he found it.

Taking a deep breath he got ready for the day. He had to tell his people what happened; they deserved to know. A step away from leaving his pod, a thought shot through his mind. He had to find something before leaving. Carefully looking through your stuff he was searching for something with a newfound urgency, having to have a piece of you with him. He finally found it.

Your song cord. The string was a gentle mix of blue and green, similar to his son’s, some of the beads resembled his daughter’s, a few pearls and small shells. Tonowari traced the charms until he came to his favorite one; a piece of crystal clear polished crystal that he gifted you. It marked the day that the two of you mated; marking the beginning of a new chapter of your now-shared lives.

He wrapped the cord across the piece of leather that crossed his heart, wanting to keep you close. Tonowari finally felt ready to leave the calm atmosphere of your home. And so he did.

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He called for a tribe meeting; almost everyone gathered in the communal marui. Silence filled the room when Tonowari entered, Ronal following behind him, sitting at his designated spot where everyone could see him.

Taking a look at his audience he spoke “Last night we faced a horrible battle, although none of us were injured someone did leave us.” Once heard the people started wondering and murmuring “Our beloved Tsahìk has been taken by the sky people” This sent a wave of shock through the crowd. Gasps and sounds of horror were uttered. “I will send out troops in search of her, but for now Ronal will temporarily take her place as Tsahìk. Please come to her if need of guidance or medicine.” Tonowari looked over to Ronal, whose face only reflected sadness and grief. She gave a nod to the people, confirming what the Olo'eyktan had just said but not uttering a single word. “We will hold a ceremony by the cove of the ancestors, to commemorate and pray for her return” Tonowari was clenching his fists as he searched the crowd for the Sully family. Once he found them he held eye contact with Jake. He could see the guilt that plagued his mind, for all he was the reason the sky people came to the reef, but Tonowari wouldn’t blame this on him but he was going to have a talk with him about where the daemons rested.

The Olo'eyktan adjourned the meeting and everyone went back to their tasks as he walked up to Jake and Neytiri. The two of the greeted him by raising their hand to their forehead and lowering it again, he returned the greeting “Jake, we must discuss the situation further. Follow me to a more private Marui” He led them to a smaller marui, but not his own. He wouldn’t be able to stay focused, with all of your things surrounding him.

Tonowari sat down across from Jake and his mate and he felt a twinge in his heart as Neytiri clung to her mate’s arm for comfort. Together they started planning and discussing their options for finding you.

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As soon as Ronal stepped into the Tsahìk pod, she could feel memories rushing back to her. The woven floor was worn out, from so many people entering every day, baskets upon baskets of herbs and medical remedies were stacked against the wall. She was familiar with almost everything in the room. After all, she had spent years here with you, both training as tsakarem.

Ronal stepped inside to look for a few of your Tsahìk tools, that she could borrow for the time being. As she looked through the baskets, her mind drifted back to a time when she and her sister would spend hours practicing healing techniques together, having fun, and trying new things. You had been teenagers then, eager to learn and eager to help your community.

Remembering her favorite moments with you brought a smile to her face, whilst rummaging through everything, trying to organize it again. You never really had a system with how and where you kept your things. But somehow you always knew where everything was when you needed it. As she was rearranging it was almost as if Ronal could feel your presence next to her, even though she was no longer there. She could feel the memory of her sister's touch, helping the wounded warriors, together.

Once she was satisfied with the placement of everything she remembered why she came here in the first place; she needed your tools. But even as she looked over everything again, she couldn’t even find your bag. Where could it be? She closed her eyes and thought about it for a second until the idea of everything being in your personal pod popped into her head. Sighing, she rose from the ground and strode over to the familiar marui, greeting those who walked past her on the way.

She announced that he was entering, only to find it empty. The pod still reeked of you, your things everywhere. Ronal couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as she thought of her missing sister.

Crouching down, she looked over your things; quickly finding your Tsahìk bag and different knives. She was about to leave when something shiny caught her eye; she didn’t mean to be nosy but she just had to check what it was. Reaching over, she lifted the sewing materials, finding a box. A very beautiful box, made out of mother of pearl; the same box Tonowari noticed earlier.

She admired the box, turning it in her hands. It looked like the ones you had made in the past for your two children, once you found out that you were with child. Carefully lifting the lid, she peered inside; a little stuffed toy looked back at her. A little ilu.

Her hand wrapped itself around the toy, lifting it out of the box and into her lap, carefully touching the different materials. She had seen you do this before. You always made a toy for the newborns of the clan. Why were you making another? As far as she knew, no one was expecting a child. Unless…

She gasped in shock as she remembered a conversation you had with her a week before the battle. You had told her that you’d been feeling unwell, unsure of the reason you wanted to talk about the possibilities. For every time that you had been sick, your sister had taken over the healing pod. You talked about how your body felt different, but not unfamiliar. Something had changed inside you and you wanted to find out what. Ronal had assured you that it wouldn’t be anything too serious and that she would help you check in the next few days.

Everything seemed to line up now. But could it be? Could you be with child again? Ronal didn’t know what to do with this information. It could all have been a coincidence but she was almost sure that it wasn’t. You had made the pretty box, the toy and you had symptoms of pregnancy. In any other case, Ronal would have been overjoyed with this news, but you weren’t home, you weren’t in a safe place, you had no support, and you were all alone; with the enemy. She didn’t even want to think of all the horrible scenarios that were possible now. What would they do to you? What would they do when they found out that you were with child?

Ronal started tearing up as she packed away the toy. She didn’t know if she should share this newfound information. How would Tonowari react? He was already consumed with guilt that you had been taken. What would happen when he found out that you were carrying his child? Thoughts swarmed her head as she tried to settle on a solution. At least for now, she would not tell him. She had no right to tell him; it would only push him into more grief and she wasn’t even sure that she was right.

For now, she could only pray to Eywa.

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princessasmosprincess · 2 years ago

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Mermaid Splash

Chapter 1

Summary: Obey Me! Fairy tale au. A retelling of Hans Christian Andersen's The Little Mermaid.

Pairing: Asmodeus × GN MC

Warnings: Mild blood in other chapters.

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Author's Note: I really tried to emulate the style and tone of Hans Christian Andersen's original fairytale, or at least the 1888 English translation, I hope that comes across. So if the pacing is weird or it feels a bit stilted, that's somewhat intentional. There are a few direct quotes I pulled from the original text along with some references (mostly metaphors,) and this is not without inspiration from Disney's The Little Mermaid as well, since that's the version I grew up with. I hope you enjoy my little spin on the story.

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Once upon a time there was a little merman who lived with his brothers in the sea. The seven of them were princes who had sworn allegiance to the Crown Prince of the Sea.

Lucifer, the first and oldest brother, kept his younger brothers in line, a wearying task most days but he loved his brothers very much; he was the closest and most loyal to the Crown Prince. Mammon, the second brother, collected trinkets from shipwrecks and stole pearls from oysters; the pearls he strung as necklaces and other adornments that he wore, occasionally gifting one or two to his brothers. Leviathan, the third brother, was shy with other merpeople, keeping to himself and his little family, but he became fast friends with every other sea creature he met. Satan, the fourth brother, preserved books and scrolls that fell into the sea, he had a little collection of them in a cave and he often went there to read and learn; he shared them with his brothers whenever it pleased them. Beelzebub, the sixth brother and twin of Belphegor, wanted to taste every sea creature in the ocean at least once; he’d already tried a fair amount. Belphegor, the seventh and youngest brother and twin of Beelzebub, wanted nothing more than to sleep his days away under the rolling waves.

Asmodeus, the fifth brother who has not been forgotten, was the most beautiful of them all. He is the little merman of our story.

Asmo’s tail was the same color as his eyes, amber like the setting sun. He wore seven necklaces around his beautiful, long neck. He loved to sit on rocks and comb his hair, admiring his appearance in the reflection of tidepools. But he especially loved to sing. His voice shone above his brothers’, who were all gifted singers themselves.

All of the brothers were fascinated with the humans and the Human World above, but because of laws put in place by the now sleeping King of the sea, they had to be content with what they found in the wreckage of ships and the few moments of life a human had before they were drowned under the waves after hearing the brothers’ songs. This was the tradition in the world of the merpeople. Every stormy night the seven brothers would rise to the surface and hide in the waves, singing to the humans on passing ships, luring them into the inky depths. Asmo’s voice was the crown jewel that completed the brothers’ harmony.

“The Crown Prince has informed me there will be no storm tonight so we will not be going up to the surface.” said Lucifer one day. The Crown Prince could sense the tides and the weather, so he was an accurate source for this information.

Lucifer’s six younger brothers grumbled.

“That’s no fun,” Mammon pouted.

“I’m not happy about it either,” said Lucifer. “But nothing can be done.”

“That leaves me some time for reading.” Satan said.

“And I can take a nap.” said the youngest, Belphie.

Asmo shot a pointed glance at Beel, who had accidentally eaten his comb that morning. “Well I’m going to look for a shell to make a new comb.”

The seven brothers each went their separate ways that evening.

Asmo swam up to look for empty shells on the reef. He reached up towards the sun, until his fingers breached the surface of the water. The sun was so warm and bright despite it being so close to sunset. He wished he could spend more time on the surface during daylight.

With a sigh he dove down to the reef again, scanning the ocean floor for the shells. He gathered a few promising specimens in his arms.

Soon he was near the shore, and with a few more moments of light left, he decided to take a look at his reflection. He swam up to a formation of rocks that sat under a cliff by the reef. He pulled himself up onto a rock and located a tide pool. Humming to himself, Asmo adjusted his hair, enjoying the way it dried in waves in the sea air.

There was a splash nearby. A small sailboat had been dragged into the sea.

Asmo crawled on his arms to hide behind a taller rock so he wouldn't be seen.

You were the only human operating the little boat that looked like it was meant for at least two. You struggled to adjust the sail, precariously leaning over the edge as you pulled and tied the ropes. You turned to fiddle with something on the back of the boat and the sail swung wide, nearly hitting you. You cursed out loud.

Asmo watched you from afar, it appeared you were not adept at handling the boat, but you seemed determined to go somewhere.

With some more fiddling and another near miss, the sail was adjusted to your liking and you embarked on your journey.

Asmo slipped into the water to observe from a closer distance, dipping down below your boat to follow you. It was like swimming underneath a whale, like he'd done many times with Levi. You sailed almost a mile out to sea on your own. When your little boat seemed to pause in the water, Asmo stopped to stare up expectantly. So you weren't planning on traveling a great distance. What were you doing?

He moved out of the way as your anchor dropped from above.

The rocks extended this far out into the water, most of them hidden by the tide. It was foolish to drop anchor here, but you did anyway.

Asmo watched from the safety of those rocks as you neatly rolled up the sail and tied it to the mast to keep it out of the way.

By now, the sun had almost sunk into the sea and the first evening stars were just beginning to appear in the sky.

You finally sat down with a sigh, a small smile growing on your lips.

You rummaged through a leather satchel, looking for something.

Asmo pulled himself up on a rock so he didn't have to fight the swell of the waves to see you.

The sun was now gone, leaving the sky dark except for the stars. But as a creature of the deep, Asmo could see well in the dark.

You pulled out a leatherbound book and a pencil. You looked up and surveyed the sky, your eyes landing on a cluster of stars that had just appeared. You flipped to a blank page and began to sketch.

Asmo watched for a while, swirling his tail in the water, the sound swallowed up by the crashing of waves. You continued to sketch, occasionally flipping the pages and starting again. Eventually Asmo got bored. It seemed like he had been sitting there for hours. Why weren't you doing anything? He contemplated getting closer to look at your sketches but he decided against it. Lucifer would kill him if he was spotted by a human, especially since he was out on his own.

The rhythmic swishes of his tail along with the sway of the tide reminded Asmo of a song. He began to hum a melody.

That gave him an idea. If you wouldn't do anything interesting, he could coax you into doing something.

Asmo began to sing. Quietly at first, and then letting his volume rise as the water swelled.

From this distance his voice would easily carry on the wind. It was meant to sound over storms, so a few little waves could do nothing to hide it. The ethereal beauty had been tempting for all humans, in Asmo's experience, none of them would hesitate to jump into the water to chase his beautiful voice.

But you didn't move, your head was still bent over your sketchbook.

That was odd.

Maybe he wasn't singing loud enough. True, Asmo usually sang with his brothers, and it had been a while since he'd tried to tempt a human on his own. Asmo took a breath and sang louder.

Once it almost seemed like you were swaying in time with Asmo's song, but you continued to sketch. The moon was high in the sky now.

He slipped back into the water to get closer, still singing his song.

You looked up.

Yes.

And you shut your sketchbook, returning it to your leather bag. You began untying the sails. You were returning to shore.

Asmo let out a particularly haunting vocalization.

Nothing.

Asmo watched as you set your sails and hoisted anchor. Your boat made the quick ride to shore, following the lights of an ivory castle on top of the cliff. You had all but disappeared from view as you reached the shoreline.

Asmo didn't follow you this time, he treaded water in the same spot, very confused. He left, the shells he'd gone to collect, forgotten.

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The next evening Asmo returned to the reef to look for shells. He'd been complaining all day about his mussed hair, none of his brothers’ combs would do the trick for him. Lucifer sent him out to find shells for a new comb just so he would cease his whining.

He was happy he’d arrived to the surface at an earlier hour. He swam on his back, basking in the final minutes of sunlight. The clear sky was just as blue as the sea.

Asmo secretly hoped you would be there. He'd get you to fall for his voice yet.

Just before sunset your boat took to the sea again. You had an easier time controlling it, setting sail in a few minutes. You sailed to the same spot you had the night before. When you dropped anchor, Asmo settled himself on the rocks to watch you. He began singing immediately. Beginning softly as before, and crescendoing with the volume of the waves.

This time you had your back tuned to him. You pointed up at the stars ahead of you with your pencil, tracing a constellation in the air before beginning to sketch.

Asmo sang for an hour and still you had no reaction. It was no use. He stopped singing. But he couldn't take his eyes off of you as you worked so diligently.

He decided to be bold this time, slipping into the water and swimming all the way up to your boat. Your pencil scratched at the paper as you sketched the stars. He noted a compass rose in the corner of the page along with some notes describing the weather and your location.

You were quiet until...

Asmo held his breath.

You had begun humming a melody, and not just any melody, the one he'd been trying to use to seduce you.

He swam to the side of the boat to catch your expression. You smiled lightly as you hummed, still engrossed in your work so you didn't see him.

Asmo found himself smiling too. Oh how he wished he could talk to you. He wanted to find out why his voice didn't work on you, and most importantly he wanted to stare into your eyes and study their color.

You were too focused on your sketching and Asmo was too focused on watching you that neither of you noticed the wind picking up and the clouds gathering behind you.

Soon the boat began tipping wildly. And then came the rain. There wasn’t supposed to be a storm tonight.

You threw your sketchbook and pencil into your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. You needed to get back to shore quickly.

You clung to the mast with one arm as you tried to untie the ropes. Lightning flashed as the boat pitched, nearly upending itself. You held fast and remained onboard.

Asmo tried to swim away from the bobbing sailboat but a wave crashed him into the side. He sank under the water, stunned.

Several minutes later, after fighting the current, Asmo resurfaced. He looked around for you frantically.

Your boat crashed on the reef. You had been flung from the vessel and were beginning to sink under the waves.

Asmo swam for you. He reached your side just as a wave was beginning to take you away. Asmo grabbed you around the waist and slung your arm around his shoulders. He battled with the churning waves to get you back to the shore.

Asmo dragged your body up the sand and laid you on your back. He wasn’t sure what had compelled himself to save you, he just didn't want you to die.

Asmo brushed the hair out of your face, his fingers gliding over your soft skin. You weren't by any means as beautiful as him, in his opinion, but there was something utterly charming about your features. He sang a mournful song as he stroked your hair.

Asmo didn't know how to tell if a human was alive, for all he knew you could already be gone, the human he so loved to watch lost to the sea. He would never get a chance to speak to you or see the color of your eyes. He shed a single tear. He had become infatuated with you and he didn’t want it to end. Asmo leaned down to kiss you on the forehead.

"You have a- a lovely v-voice." You whispered as he ended his song, startling him.

Asmo suppressed a scream, bolting back to the water and swimming away as fast as he could. He hid behind the nearest rock. He peeked out from behind it tentatively.

Back on the shore you had passed out again, the tide licking at your unconscious body, threatening to pull you back out into the water.

A man with a lamp came running down the shore.

"Luke! I found them!" He knelt by your body, pressing an ear to your chest as he listened. “Oh, thank goodness they’re alive.”

Asmo felt his own heart rate returning to a normal pace. You were alright and that was good enough for him, he made his way home.

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elizabeth-mitchells · 3 years ago

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Ronancetober Day 4: Horror Movie AU - The Conjuring AU

Note: It is NOT important if you haven't watched the movies before.

But, for a little bit of context: There are 3 Conjuring movies (+ 3 Annabelle movies + The Nun movie (and The Curse of La Llorona counts too, okay?!)) They are about Ed and Lorraine Warren (they were real people but we're only focusing on the movies) paranormal investigators aka fighting demons, performing exorcisms, loving each other, being a girlboss/malewife couple. Lorraine has spooky visions and Ed loves her very much.

This is based on the third movie, set in 1981, Ed and Lorraine Robin and Nancy are certified ghostbusters milfs. Let's go!

read all 11k words of it on AO3: although I was burning, you're the only light

By 1981, Robin and Nancy had worked as paranormal investigators for over ten years, and they had been in love for much longer than that. Their house was a notoriously comfortable and warm place. Neither of them was the best at staying particularly tidy. Robin, because it wasn’t in her nature. Nancy, because she always had something more important to do. But, somehow, the mismatched furniture, the books strewn on every surface, the decorations that were a result of many years of gifts from their closest friends and people they had helped, it worked for them. It felt like a second home to everyone that was invited inside. That was one of the reasons why Steve felt so uneasy at the sight of the extremely uninviting basement door. It was a notoriously robust door, with a concerning amount of locks on the side, and a handful of warning signs on it.

While Robin worked methodically on unlocking the door, Nancy turned toward Steve and said, “Steve Harrington, welcome to the Buckley-Wheeler museum.”

“Thank you,” Steve chuckled, and followed his two best friends inside, “That’s a little overdramatic. I mean, I helped build the shelves and- holy shit, okay, yeah, I hadn’t been here in a while. It’s fucking creepy guys, what’s wrong with you?”

“You don’t like it?” Robin pouted, but her act was sabotaged by her own laughter. “It’s not meant to be pretty, dingus. This is a carefully arranged collection of mementos from each and every one of our cases. Every object has been blessed before and after joining the museum. A priest visits us every month to bless the entire house and especially the basement. We remember everything about every case and every trinket and okay, we might forget some details and no, I don’t particularly like everything we keep here, but it’s the safest place and-”

“Don’t touch that,” Nancy hissed. Her hand flew with shocking speed to grab Steve’s wrist before his fingertips could even graze the glass of the box where they kept locked a terrifying and hideous little doll. “A single touch could wake up any sort of evil force that we put to sleep years ago. And trust me, you don’t want to deal with her.”

Steve froze until Nancy let go of his wrist. He lowered his hand slowly and stared at the lifeless eyes and malicious red smile of that broken porcelain face for a second longer. “Okay, sorry. No touching, I got it. It’s just- damn is that a samurai suit?!“

“Steve,” Robin said, snapping her fingers and bringing him back to the tour of the museum. “Focus, buddy. We brought you here for one very specific reason. Are you ready?”

“I’m always ready,” Steve said with a grin as the three of them slowly approached the back of the room, glancing at all kinds of random cursed objects. The pair of coins, the broken piano, the pictures, the television, the children's toys, the plastic monkeys, the foggy mirrors, and the music box. “We’ve been working together for years,” Steve added proudly, “You guys are the reason I have cameraman, photographer, kicking down doors and screaming for my life in my resume.”

Robin chuckled, “As if you had a resume.”

“Guys,” Nancy interrupted them with a pointed look and tilted her head to the wall. “Steve, remember your first case with us?”

Steve’s breath hitched. He stared at the letters on the wall and the Christmas lights organized on top of them. Part of him expected the lights to start blinking again as a helpless little boy begged for help from someplace that Steve still didn’t understand. “The Byers,” he sighed.

“The Byers, 1971, right here in Hawkins,” Nancy nodded.

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katfishwrites · 2 years ago

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Inside Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington's Quirky Indiana Home!

Leaning on the open dark red door is the lead singer of Corroded Coffin - Eddie Munson. Eddie’s hair is tied back in a half up half down messy bun. He’s dressed casually in a band t-shirt that is so faded it’s practically black and ripped black jeans.

Eddie greets the camera crew with a gigantic smile.

“AD! Come on In!” Eddie gestures excitedly while stepping backwards into the house.

Some overall key features of the house include: A large bookcase filled to the brim with books and trinkets, framed photos and art cover the walls, and a fish tank with a couple of different colored fish swim calmly.

“Let’s start in the kitchen. Do you guys want coffee? Stevie’s making a pot.”

The camera pans from left to right as if to signal that they don’t want any - as they follow Eddie into the kitchen. The main colors of the kitchen are powder blue and slate grey. There’s a large island with a marble countertop. Four light grey bar stools surround the far end of the island. The seats are permanently set - the four plates accompanying the stools do not match, but yet somehow they do - the plates are white, blue, orange, and purple.

“Look who came to visit.” Eddie gives Steve a kiss on the cheek as he sets his coffee mug on the nearest counter. Steve wraps one of his arms around Eddie, leaning on him.

“Welcome to our kitchen.” Steve gives the camera a soft but somewhat shy smile, he’s not uncomfortable by the presence of the cameras but he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a little awkward.

“Since all these videos start in the kitchen for some reason.” Eddie continues.

“I can’t take any credit for anything in here other than the magnets on the fridge, that was all Steve.” Eddie mirrors Steve’s gesture and gives him a squeeze, comforting him.

Closeup on fridge doors: an old Corroded Coffin magnet, Steve’s old Scoops Ahoy and Family Video nametags, location magnets from different stops Eddie has stopped on tour, a photobooth photo strip is held up with a heart magnet, and scraps of paper with various doodles from each other as well as other guests are hung up with a rainbow assortment of smiley face magnets.

“That’s because I am the one who cooks.” Steve steps away from Eddie and pokes him in the side.

Eddie gasps and puts a hand over his heart “What do you mean? I cook”

“Reheating things in the microwave and making toast does not count as cooking.”

Eddie laughs and Steve tries to explain his favorite things about the kitchen, but he can’t help but laugh alongside his husband. It takes Steve a moment to collect himself from chuckling before he starts to explain about the kitchen.

“When we designed our house, we worked with the incredibly talented Robin Buckley, who just happens to be one of my best friends.” Steve can’t help the big smile on his face - he loves talking about his friends, especially when it comes to their successes.

“We really just both had a field day when it came to doing the kitchen. One of my favorite parts is the coffee station.”

Closeup on the espresso machine sitting on a slate grey countertop, under the countertop is a minifridge with different milks and creamers. Beside the countertop is a silver bar cart. The cart is filled with different flavored syrups and sauces, straws, and hot chocolate mix.

“Even though I spend my whole day at work making coffee for other people, I still love making coffee for me and Eds in the morning and sitting outside.”

“We’re a big coffee family, if you couldn’t tell by all the mugs.” Eddie joins in as he takes a mug off the wall.

Medium wide shot of the wall covered in coffee mugs. A collection that at the minimum has at least twenty mugs, the mugs range from holiday themed to old mugs from cafes that Steve used to work at.

“We might have a bit of a mug buying problem.” Steve looks like he is about to say something, but Eddie continues before he has the chance to interrupt.

“But look at this one! I use this one pretty much everyday.” Eddie places the mug on the kitchen island, near the sink.

Close up of Eddie’s favorite mug: it’s a black mug, nothing special about it.

“Hold on, don't move that camera away yet. You haven’t even seen how cool this one is!” Eddie says quickly as he moves the faucet arm towards the mug.

Continued close up: as the water goes into the mug, different sized bats in a rainbow of colors start to appear on the sides of the mug.

“Isn’t this amazing!” Eddie’s practically squealing with excitement.

The camera tilts up and down to mirror a nod.

Eddie and Steve both take a seat in the barstools at the end of the island.

“And this is where we eat all of our meals.” Steve gestures to the surrounding plates.

“We used to have a dining room table but we never used it at all.”

“We also have real plates, but these are so much more fun!” Eddie says, picking up the purple plate in front of him to show the camera.

“We painted these ourselves at one of those clay painting places. All the bad ones were made by Steve.”

“Hey!” Steve jabs Eddie’s side.

“I decided to go for a more minimalistic look for mine.” Steve rebuttals.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Harrington.” Eddie winks.

Closeup on the colorful plates. The purple plate is bare except for a frog in a wizard hat who is holding a small wand. The pastel green of the frog contrasts the purple and his hat is the same color as the plate with yellow stars - made by Eddie of course. The next two plates are made by Steve. The blue plate is made up of different shades of blue resembling the sea, in the top corner of the plate there’s a sun wearing sunglasses The green plate is simpler, it resembles a field and is covered in flowers of different sizes and colors. The white plate is last, the majority of the plate is covered in a rainbow tie-dye, which is done quite precisely. No doubt made by Eddie’s steady hand.

The next stop is the living room, which is pretty big. The main color of the living room is emerald green.

Some key pieces of decor in the living room are: the giant velvet emerald green couch, the cream area rug that’s covered in illustrated tigers, the same shot of the bookcase from the start of the video, an assortment of different plants are scattered throughout the living room, and finally on the wall above a large TV are three large portraits from their wedding day. The two photos on the left and right are slightly smaller and in black and white while the largest one in the middle is in color. All three photos appear to have been shot on film.

The photo on the left is a close up of Steve and Eddie’s hands wearing their rings. You can easily tell whose hands are whose by the amount of rings on Eddie’s hands compared to Steve’s.

The photo on the right is a more intimate moment between Eddie and Steve, they’re on a dock with Lover’s Lake behind them. It’s a candid photo of them laughing.

The last photo is a group photo of the wedding party. Steve and Eddie are in the middle, Steve’s in a classic tux but with a black velvet jacket. Eddie on the other hand, is wearing a black shimmery open vest, his necklaces and tattoos clearly visible, and he’s wearing wide legged pants made out of the same shimmery material. Their wedding party is pretty large on the side next to Steve is Robin, Nancy, Lucas, Max, and El. One Eddie’s side is Will, Dustin, Mike, Jonathan, and Argyle.

Under the three photos is a small framed note that reads:

“The most beautiful and happiest wedding photos I’ve ever taken!

Who would’ve thought that that camera you got me in ‘83 would still take great photos!

Enjoy the honeymoon!

Jonathan Byers”

“Here is one of my favorite rooms in the house, the living room.” Eddie smiles brightly before continuing

“My favorite thing is how cozy it is here. Especially the couch!” Eddie throws himself over the back of the couch, earning a chuckle from Steve.

“I literally dream about this couch when I’m touring.”

Eddie springs back up from off the couch and keeps showing various elements of the room. He leads the cameraman to the large dark brown bookshelf that takes up the majority of the rightmost wall.

“Ever since I was in school, I have always loved to read. Some of my favorites are Tolkien, King, and of course Byers.”

While Eddie is showing off his well loved books to the cameras, Steve is standing almost out of frame; the second Eddie mentioned the name Byers he had the biggest smile on his face. Steve was never able to pick favorites out of all the Hawkins gang, but after knowing everything the Byers family went through growing up, Steve gets a little extra excited when Will or Jonathan’s achievements are mentioned - not that he’d ever let the kids know that.

Inside the bookshelf there is an entire row dedicated to a complete collection of Will Byers’ graphic novel series “Adventures inside the Upside Down”. Eddie makes sure to show the page long handwritten note Will wrote to Eddie and Steve in the first book of the series.

“So funny story, both Steve and I grew up in this small town in Indiana. We actually went to high school together but didn’t actually hang out until after graduation. Since Stevie was the dreamboat of Hawkins High” Eddie bats his eyelashes before continuing,

“and I was but a freak.” He says clutching his shirt over where his heart is.

“But Steve somehow managed to befriend and essentially babysit everyone in Hawkins who would go on to become something.”

The camera turns to Steve and he is blushing and running his hand through the back of his hair.

Medium wide shot of the bookshelf nearly overflowing with books. The middle of the shelf is dedicated to “The Adventures inside the Upside Down” while the other shelves are filled with Eddie’s other favorite authors. Mixed in throughout the shelves is a collection of trinkets including: hand painted D&D figures, decorative shot glasses, and small knick-knacks that Eddie and Steve have picked up on their travels.

“Oh and one more thing about the bookshelf is this!” Steve takes over as he points to a framed newspaper article above the bookshelf. The newspaper inside the frame is slightly yellowed due to its age. The headline of the paper reads “Inside Hawkins’ Mysterious Pumpkin Problem” written by Nancy Wheeler.

“This is the first front page story that one of my best friends, Nancy Wheeler ever had published in our town’s local newspaper.” Steve says excitedly.

“See that’s what I’m saying, everyone who turned out to be someone is somehow entwined with Steve.” Eddie says sort of as a joke but there is a hint of seriousness in his voice.

The last aspect of the living room that Steve and Eddie show off is the large fish tank opposite the bookcase.

Closeup on the fishtank with a few multicolored fish swimming around the tank happily. The tank is also filled with lots of plants and a couple small pieces of decor.

“We both wanted a pet but with my touring schedule and Steve’s long hours at work we wanted something that was a little easier to take care of. So we got a fishtank, and I’ll be honest I love these lil guys more than I thought I would.” Eddie says pointing at the fish in the tank.

The large grey bottom feeder slowly swimming by himself is named Wayne after Eddie’s uncle. The bright purple fish is named Dart and there is a yellow fish named Nougat.

“Before we head upstairs I wanna show you guys the mini bathroom.” Eddie says as he leads the camera crew to a small door just across from the staircase.

Eddie opens the door revealing an almost entirely black bathroom.

“Our compromise was I could make the bathroom black, if Steve got full reign of the master bathroom.” Eddie says, rubbing his hands together manically.

“The tub is one of my favorite things about this room.” Eddie smiles.

“I’ve found Eddie hiding away in there, nose deep in a book more times than I can count.” Steve chuckles, giving Eddie a small nudge.

“I also love how much people get freaked out when they use it for the first time.” Eddie quickly closes the door behind the cameraman encasing them in a brief darkness before Eddie flicks the light switch on.

When the lights come on, Eddie is making one of his signature devil faces right into the camera. The cameraman jumps slightly, showing that Eddie succeeded in his mission.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help it. I just wanted to show you these little guys.” Eddie’s laugh can be heard while the cameraman is focusing on the light fixtures in the bathroom.

Closeup on the artificial candles in the bathroom. At first glance they appear to be floating. But looking closer, the candles are being held up by little black gargoyles.

With the lights turned on, there is a painting on the door behind Eddie, which matches the vibe of the room perfectly.

The painting on the back of the door is “Saturn Devouring His Son” by Francisco José de Goya.

Eddie opens the door, freeing them both from the small bathroom, which really isn’t meant for two.

“I think that’s all downstairs, how about we head upstairs?” Steve claps his hands together, already on the second step.

Lining the wall beside the staircase is a mixture of framed photos of Steve and Eddie with their friends and framed movie and musician posters. A few of Steve and Eddie’s favorites include all of the original Star Wars trilogy, the most recent tour poster for Wallows, the lineup for Lollapalooza 2019 - the first festival that Corroded Coffin was a headliner for.

“Instead of doing two bathrooms in a row, let’s head into the master bedroom.” Steve opens the door to reveal the room.

“And this is where the magic happens!” Eddie says winking directly into the camera, already in the room.

“So unfortunately, Eddie Munson can no longer join the remainder of the tour.” Steve shuts the door to the bedroom, pretending to lock Eddie in.

“I cannot believe I have been betrayed by my own husband like this!” Eddie can be heard shouting from the other side of the door.

“Alright, Alright we’re coming in.” On camera Steve can be seen rolling his eyes, but he’s laughing as he opens the door.

Some key features of the room include the large bay window, the small coffee table with one of Eddie’s notebooks on it, an acoustic guitar leaning on the window next to the table, and the queen sized bed with a polka dotted bedspread.”

The walls are a light yellow and Eddie is sitting on the bay window seat, holding a stuffed animal.

Medium wide shot of Eddie on the bay window seat: the sun is shining through the window as Eddie cradling a funny looking yellow fish. The sunlight highlights the stray curls that have fallen out of his messy bun and gives him an angelic look. Beside Eddie are a few more plushies, including a cute venus flytrap - reminiscent of Audrey II, a red octopus, and a purple bat.

“Ya know when I said this is where the magic happens, I meant writing songs…” Eddie shoots Steve a look.

“Once we got the master bedroom all set up, I wrote the entirety of my newest album “Echoes of a Heartbeat” right here, and spoiler alert it’s pretty much all love songs.” Eddie blows a kiss to Steve, who might have been caught blushing by the camera.

“Since it’s our bedroom, we pretty much had an even say in what we wanted the room to look like. Except Eddie was very specific on the walls being this exact shade of yellow, and I’m still really not sure why.” Steve looks to Eddie hoping he’d answer his question.

“Oh Stevie, come on, you have got to be kidding me!” Eddie gets up to wrap an arm around Steve.

“You really don’t know?”

Steve shrugs his shoulders.

“Let me set the scene: Hawkins, Indiana circa 1985 a young Eddie Munson somehow manages to get a date with the cute guy working at Family Video. Eddie Munson pulls up to a secluded side of Lover’s Lake where the one and only Steve Harrington, sets up a picnic where he is wearing a light yellow sweater.”

When Eddie finishes his story they are both blushing and Steve pulls him into a big kiss, not caring that they are currently on camera.

The two pull away from the kiss and Steve whispers to Eddie “Hey Eds, I think we have something to finish first.”

Eddie shoots the camera another wink before continuing to talk about the room, with his cheeks flushed pink.

“Besides writing songs here, Stevie and I get into some pretty competitive video game tournaments.” Eddie looks at Steve and looks back into the camera, he cups his hands around his mouth as if he’s telling the camera a secret.

“And I usually win.”

“Hey! I heard that.” Steve comes into frame to push Eddie.

“Anything else you wanna show off in the room? Before we head outta here.”

“Oh actually! There is.” Steve grabs a small frame off his nightstand to show to the camera.

Inside the frame is a signed drawing of Eddie and Steve dressed in some sort of battle gear. Steve is wearing a denim vest and holding a wooden baseball bat with nails stuck through it. Eddie is dressed in a green shawl, which makes him look like he’s covered in grass. Eddie is also holding the lid of a trash can as a shield, it also has some nails stuck into it. Under the drawing it reads “Hellfire Club: Steve’s first and only campaign.”

“Eddie commissioned Will Byers to draw this for me after we finished this campaign. I think he did it so I had a constant reminder of how much fun I had as Harrington the Brave.” Steve shoots a look at Eddie, but Eddie keeps his mouth shut.

“I did have fun, it was just so long.” Steve chuckles as he puts the frame back in its place on the nightstand.

The camera catches Eddie rolling his eyes with a smile on his face.

“Shall we head into the master bathroom?” Eddie says one foot already out the door.

“I’ll let Steve take the wheel on this part of the tour, since this room was Steve’s magnum opus besides the kitchen.” Eddie bows as Steve walks into the room.

Some key features of the bathroom include the black and white tile floor with pink grout running through it, the sunlight coming through the sheer curtains, and the ceiling is painted with a gorgeous sunset - the oranges, yellows, and pinks compliment the room perfectly.

“I just really wanted the bathroom to feel as luxurious as possible.” Steve says while waving his hands in a small circle trying to showcase the room.

“Like the White Lotus, but no one dies!” Eddie can’t help but chime in.

“So Robin and I started designing the bathroom while Eddie was on tour in Venice; every photo he sent had these beautiful painted ceilings and I kept showing Robin and she surprised me with the sunset.”

Throughout the bathroom there are little flourishes of gold - all the hardware from the drawer pulls to the shower head are made out of white gold.

“I got a little carried away with all the gold, but what can I say - I like shiny things.” Steve says as his hand starts to creep up the back of his neck.

“But I couldn’t let Stevie have all the fun, so I had to add some things to make it a little more my speed.”

Eddie proceeds to grab something from a shelf next to the sink. When he comes back in Eddie’s hands are three different figures of Gonzo from The Muppets.

“So fun fact, I love The Muppets - especially Gonzo. Also when Steve worked at Family Video and was trying to flirt through movies, he tried to slip a more romantic movie in the bag of movies I was renting but instead he accidently put Muppets Take Manhattan in the bag.

As the camera slowly zooms out from Eddie, Steve can be seen visibly turning red as Eddie continues to tell the story.

“Little did he know, The Muppets are the way to my heart.” Eddie gives Steve a quick kiss on the cheek before going to put the figures back.

“And the blues do match the rest of the color story of the room if I do say so myself.” Eddie says in a fake snobby somewhat british accent with his hands on his hips.

Steve waves him off with a laugh as they head out into the hallway.

“I feel like we really don’t have a lot of rooms left but the master closet should definitely be next.” Steve says before they head into the next room.

The master closet is directly across from their bedroom. Following Steve into the walk-in closet, the walls are painted the same pale yellow color as their bedroom.

Some key features of the master closet include some of Eddie’s tour outfits on full display, two matching full length squiggle mirrors, a pink velvet circular ottoman, and framed concert posters of some of Steve and Eddie’s favorite artists: Wallows, the 1975, and ABBA.

“Eds, I feel you should take charge on this one just because you have so many more clothes than I do.” Steve says as he sprawls out on the ottoman.

“What can I say, I love a costume change.” Eddie spins around making sure to flick up some of the fabric of the long sleeves.

“I love having the outfits from my tours on the faceouts. It brings back all the memories of the city that I wore that outfit in.” Eddie says with a big smile on his face as the camera picks up a slight twinge of blush on Eddie’s cheeks.

“The majority of this half of the closet is used for my more extravagant outfits. But this is my favorite section, the costumes of Halloweens’ past!” Eddie excitedly ruffles through the racks to find a specific costume.

Steve turns around on the ottoman, genuinely curious to see which costume Eddie’s looking for. Steve would never toot their own horn, but they do kill their Halloween costumes year after year.

“Found it!” Eddie pulls out a floor length long sleeved black gown and a black pinstripe suit.

“This was our first Halloween as a married couple and our first of many Halloween bashes. Remember that Stevie?” He of course knew the answer, but they were on camera after all.

Steve got up off the ottoman and walked towards Eddie, grabbing the suit out of his hands. He gave Eddie a quick peck on the lips before speaking.

“How could I forget my first time seeing you in full drag as Morticia?!” Steve burst out into laughter. “I will also never forget how long it took to get all the gel out of my hair.”

Eddie’s laughing too, but for a moment Steve looks pale at the memory.

“Even though I could spend all day talking about my Halloween costumes, there are some other things I think the people at home will want to see.”

Eddie goes to a clear display case full of jewelry. He pulls out a drawer full of different rings.

“Some may say I have a hoarding problem, but what can I say I love shiny things.” Eddie flashes his own rings to the camera before showing off the drawer.

Closeup on Eddie's hands: He flexes his fingers causing the silver and different gemstones to shine. Despite the simplicity of the ring’s designs they’re still stunning. The most notable of the rings is Eddie’s wedding band. The matte black is such a contrast from the sterling silver that accompanies his rest of his hand. In the center of the ring is a strip of diamonds.

Some standout rings in the drawer include: One shaped like a boars head, a sterling silver chain, and a mood ring.

“I have my everyday rings, but I like to spice it up from time to time.” Eddie closes the current drawer and pulls out the drawer underneath it.

“These are my tour rings - aka rings that I’m okay with losing.” Eddie laughs for a moment before finishing.

“I promise they do all fit me, but between the guitar, dancing, and just working up a sweat sometimes they just fly off.”

The last half of the closet is relatively uneventful, with just Steve and Eddie’s regular clothes - which includes a surprising amount of denim.

On the wall next to Steve and Eddie’s everyday clothes is a vanity with one of those giant old Hollywood inspired mirrors with a lightbulb surrounding the mirror. Strewn across the vanity are makeup brushes, eyeshadow palettes, and a photo from Steve and Eddie’s Addams Family themed Halloween party.

Closeup on the photo: Alongside Steve and Eddie as Gomez and Morticia is Jonathan as Lurch, Max and El as Wednesday, Mike as Fester, Nancy as Grandmama, Will and Lucas as Pugsley, Robin as Debbie, and Dustin as Cousin It.

“Well I think that sums up the last room.” Steve says with an arm slung over Eddie’s shoulder. “It was a lot of fun having you guys here!” He smiles as they start to walk out of the room.

“You guys are welcome back anytime! Especially at Halloween!” Eddie says as they are standing in the front doorway and the cameraman is outside.

Steve and Eddie give the camera one final kiss before the video cuts to black.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #modern au #oneshot #steve harrington fluff #eddie munson fluff #married steddie

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two-red-lungs · 3 years ago

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This might be a divisive (if that's a word) question, but I gotta know. Do you hc that the Lost Boys, like David, Marko, Paul, and Dwanye actually like womyn? Like sure they flirt with their meals to get them to let their guard down, but like outside of that.

I'm just think about how buckwild everyone went over Michael, and like their interactions with Star was more or less her being brushed off and treated like an accessory at best or a nuisance at worse. It's so stupid omfg but I feel like bad for wanting to sexualize them because of it? If that makes sense? Anyways I just wanted to see another dead head's musings over these cruelly gorgeous vampire. Like I guess this is an ask over how probably you'd see them as wanting to at the very least smash and dash, or even like fall in love with a womyn? Sorry for the word vomit and please don't answer if any of these questions squik u out!

This is actually a very nuanced and interesting set of questions! I have many opinions, as usual. Let's get into it shall we???

Lost Boys Opinions/Hot Takes

Lost Boys: Attraction to Women

Okay, to blanket-statement start off, yes. I personally believe that all the boys are, on some level, attracted to women, because honestly I have yet to encounter a vampire in any media that didn't have bisexual energy.

But I think it really varies for each of them. Like, David? Almost completely uninterested in women. Like a men-women 80-20 percentage. He prefers men. Marko would be on the other side of the spectrum: I'd put him at a men-women 30-70 percent. Kind of a sex gremblin. Paul's smack in the middle at 50-50. Dwayne is a mystery wrapped in an enigma and who knows what goes on in that gorgeous head.

They're just not very... romantic creatures. Romance is probably the furthest thing from their minds actually. I imagine the Lost Boys live in their own little reality, disconnected from the world and from humanity, and that reality is all about eating and drinking and fucking and fighting. No slowing down, no nights off. No time.

ESPECIALLY for falling in love.

The Boys & Star:

I absolutely think the way they treat Star/how her character is handled is a direct result of the director's world lense. The dude was gay. Do I blame him for making none of the boys interested in her, because of that? Absolutely the fuck NOT. However, she was completely sidelined and essentially used as straight prop/beard and she deserved better.

I think if the movie was made in 2022, we would have seen a Hannibal/Will romantic dynamic with Michael and David, with Star and Laddie playing roles as story-movers only, no romance attached. Star and Michael may have even had a better platonic friendship, allied by the fact that they both wanted to be human.

She also low-key seemed miserable and didn't like any of the boys, either, and I think she'd come alive and have way more personality around fellow women.

David & Michael:

Again, unfortunately, 80s movie. This was a very gay-coded relationship. You can tell the directors/story writers wanted them to angry kiss.

But. BUT. I don't think Michael is David's first 'fascinating boy'. I think the boys collect things: trinkets and sexual endeavors and posters and stuff. David collects (or tries to collect) people, especially people he finds sexually attractive. But by nature of his vampirism (he's fucking insane and murderous) basically nobody survives his 'tests'.

If it wasn't for the Emerson heritage of vampire hunting, I think Michael would have died, a year or two would pass, and David would find another pretty, fascinating, young boy toy.

Are the Lost Boys Sexy???

BITCH YEAH THEY ARE!!!! They are beautiful beautiful twenty-somethings with glorious hair, skintight pants, and the ability to fly. That's hot!!!! Own it!!!! It's fine!!!!

My rule of thumb is, 'would a horny man feel bad about this'? No. So I'm not going to feel bad about it either. Women are allowed to find things sexy.

For your last bit of question, I think the boys bed all sorts of folks of all genders. It usually ends in murder, however, so. There's that. But Paul has totally been to a hippie orgy, and David has absolutely been to a gay leather club. I am so so so certain.

This is sad, but I think if any of the boys fell in actual love, it would be quickly taken away from them. Because the boys survive through being insanely codependent on one another, and them drifting away to 'love' someone might be seen as a threat to be eliminated.

Like if Paul suddenly got deeply infatuated with a beautiful woman and started sending her love letters, or going on walks with her at night, if David heard about it, within the month something terrible and accidental would befall her. Because to him, Paul is his. Part of his family. And David likes to collect.

#thanks for the ask!!!#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #david tlb #marko tlb #dwayne tlb #paul tlb #minors dont look #my writing

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twdsunshine · 3 years ago

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Gift & Activities for Daryl, please

Gifts:

He'd never admit it, calling it sappy and romantic, like something out of a novel or the type of film he would never have been caught dead watching in his previous life, but Daryl loves to bring you gifts. You know his denial is mostly down to embarrassment and his own self-doubt, and you hate that, but it's so deeply ingrained that all you can do is try to return his affection in big, obvious ways so that he'll be able to tell just how much each small gesture means to you.

Because they are small gestures, really. It's kind of hard to pull off a big one in the damn apocalypse anyway, but you have a feeling that, even before, that wouldn't have been the archer's style. And, honestly, you prefer the smaller, sweeter gifts that he collects for you, love the thought that goes into each and every one, and you have most of them gathered in a small trinket box, kept safe and secreted away so that no other prying eyes can find them.

The trinket box itself was one of his gifts. He'd found it during a raid, rustic, dark-stained wood, set with coppery metal that swirled in patterns over the lid. The hinges had been broken, and anyone else might have left it and considered it trash, but Daryl had slipped it into his pack and stayed up into the night, repairing it, polishing the metal into a high shine. You'd found it on the centre of the little desk in your cell the next morning and had spent hours tracing over the intricate detailing, a dreamy smile on your face. It was your one constant, the thing you'd dash inside for, no matter what sort of threat you faced, unable to bear the thought of leaving it behind.

Tucked inside, it seems, is a timeline of your relationship with the hunter. There's a pressed flower from the bunch of blue violets he'd left on top of your sleeping bag at the farm, after a particularly bad day. Back then, you hadn't even spoken all that often, but it had lifted your heart to see them nestled into the nylon, the stems tied off with a piece of twine. There was a small carving of a horse, whittled out of a rough lump of wood over several evenings spent around the campfire and slipped into your pocket without you even noticing. When you'd asked him about it, several days later, having taken far longer than you'd ever admit to build up the confidence to do so, he'd just shrugged and tipped his head towards the stable block on the other side of the farm - "Ya like horses, right?" Like it meant nothing. Like it was nothing. But it had been everything to you.

There was an amethyst geode that he'd found somewhere around the quarry and kept as a good luck charm for long months until he'd tossed it to you before a run, smirking as you'd scrambled to snatch it from the air, obviously deciding that you needed the luck more than he did; an arrowhead on a piece of cord that you'd occasionally pull out and wear as a necklace when he'd been away for too long and you found yourself missing him; the wrapper from a candy bar that he'd managed to keep hidden away from the kids, only to present it to you at the top of the guard tower as you kept watch, sharing sugary smiles as you licked the traces from your fingertips; a bookmark braided out of thin strips of leather that you used whenever you managed to calm your turbulent mind enough to read.

Small gestures. Sweet gestures. So much thought and consideration behind each one. And each one so indicative of the type of man that had given them to you. You would take any one of them over some grand act, some expensive, lavish present. Daryl's gifts, whatever they were, just meant more.

Activities:

Before you, Daryl mostly preferred to spend time alone. It still amazes him how, when you tag along, he feels just as comfortable as he always did on his own but even better, because now he has company, somebody watching his back, and he can't put into words quite how good that is. He likes it when you catch up with him at the gate, falling into step with him without uttering a word, and he appreciates that the silence doesn't feel heavy or loaded. It just is. He likes feeling your gaze on him as he ducks down to inspect the ground, the small nod of your head when he points a set of prints out to you that you might've missed otherwise. You seem to want to learn from him, and it boosts his battered ego that you think he has enough wisdom to be worth sharing. So, he teaches you in hushed tones and hand gestures, and he knows you're learning when you start to move with more confidence at his side rather than lagging behind. He likes watching you grow.

He likes long hours spent on watch with you, just the two of you, huddled together against the cold, eyes fixed on the shadowy horizon. He likes that you always appear with a flask of coffee to share, and, how, if he's not wearing it himself, you always inevitably end up draped in the heavy knit of his poncho, snuggling deep down into the soft folds and sucking in deep heady lungfuls of his smokey scent. He doesn't know if you're aware that he notices you doing that, breathing him in, but he does, and it makes something inside his chest glow. You don't talk much then either, knowing that he finds peace in the quiet, and when you do open your mouth to speak, it's in whispers, giving the impression that the world has shrunk right down to just you and him. He wishes it could stay that way.

Of course, sometimes the quiet can be haunting, in those minutes when a nightmare has just shaken him awake, and his pulse is pounding, his blood rushing, his body racked with tremors, and he wonders whether he's cried out loud or whether that was all in his head. And his question is usually answered when you appear at his door. That's the time when he's most grateful for you, he thinks. Because you crawl onto the thin mattress at his side, coaxing him closer until he's burrowed into the crook of your neck, and then you flip open the book in your hand and read to him, your voice low and grounding, until he forgets the demons that tore him apart in his sleep.

Just living, surviving is easier, is better, with you by his side, Daryl's noticed, wherever you are and whatever you're doing. Your presence is a balm for everything that's wrong with the world, all of life's struggles. He can only hope that you never stray too far.

#fluff alphabet #twd #twd drabbles #the walking dead #the walking dead drabbles #daryl dixon #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl dixon x reader

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cariantha · 2 years ago

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From what I've seen, there's like a trend now, of parents making baskets full of little trinkets and goodies (mostly small things or things from the dollar tree) for theirs kids, like in Easter, valentine's day, or another special occasion/holiday. Do you see your pairing doing thinks like that?

Hi there!

Disclaimer: I still haven't decided if Sawyer and Ethan will have more than one child, so I'm referencing kids, but it may just end up being one.

Sawyer tries to be cute around the holidays, but nothing too overboard. For Valentine's Day, she puts out a mailbox on February 1st. Each day she puts a little treat or trinket in the box and raises the flag so her kids know they have mail. She does that everyday leading up to the 14th when the kids usually get a box of chocolates, a small toy, and handwritten love note from both mom and dad.

Easter is pretty standard. In the Brooks-Ramsey household, the kids have to first find their baskets before hunting for eggs. Ethan writes riddles the night before as clues. Their baskets usually include a chocolate bunny, some Peeps, and a small toy leaving enough room for the kids to add their plastic eggs once the hunt begins. The Easter Bunny always leaves a small basket for Ethan too with some of his favorite chocolates, and instead of paper grass, his treats lay on top of something lacy that Sawyer will tease him in later.😏🥕

Sawyer doesn't do anything extra for Halloween. The kids are going to get plenty of goodies from trick or treating. But she does like getting the kids Halloween buckets that light up for her kids to collect their candy.

At Christmas, Sawyer set up an advent calendar. She found mini stockings and sewed numbers onto each one (similar to below). She strings them up in date order. Each day the kids get to check a stocking and see what's inside. Some have candy treats, some little toys, and on days when mom and dad are off work, there are coupons for holiday activities they can do as a family.

#thanks for the ask!#ethan x sawyer

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mysdrymmumbles · 2 years ago

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Fallen Flight - A Prologue of Sorts

Idryxia was conceived and hatched in Outland. From when she was in her egg, however, the dragons around her had told her stories of Azeroth. They had told her of the world they had been sworn to protect, of the Earth Warder and his sacred duty.

And they had not been able to keep from her that they had failed. The world she was born into was not her own, and it had filled her with a deepest sense of loss, something her tiny whelpling mind had not been able to grapple with well.

As the dragons fretted over what to do with the listless whelp who wanted nothing more than to go to the one place she could never set foot—there was a madness waiting for her there, after all—Sabellian had come to her one day with an offering.

It fit in the palm of his hand.

“This is a piece of Azeroth,” he had said softly as he offered his trinket to the little whelp.

He had left it with Idryxia when she hadn’t responded, moved to talk with Osoria and the others about what future their flight could have if their whelps could be so homesick for a world they were drawn to so intrinsically, despite never having known it.

While the dragons and drakes spoke of uncertain futures, Idryxia’s curiosity had gotten the best of her, and she had gone to inspect her gift.

It was all odd angles. The stone was gray, smooth. When she picked it up and inspected it closely, turning it in small hands, she could see where the minerals had formed the faintest of striations, darker and lighter stripes through the dense stone.

A piece of Azeroth.

Her piece of Azeroth.

Hers to safeguard.

It became a game for the older members of her flight. Who could find Idri a new piece of home?

Fragments of their world were hard to come by, but occasionally Evorian or Fyranian would show up with a new stone to keep hers company, another piece of home. Baskilan was the one to suggest that someday she might be able to return them to their rightful world.

While he had been chastised for putting the idea in her head, Idryxia had loved it. She had taken it upon herself to be even more protective of her growing hoard of stones, to see to it that one day they would be reunited.

One day, when there was a way to avoid the whispers that brought madness.

Idryxia delighted in each new present she received, memorizing their shapes and their colors, the way the minerals might glitter if held at just the right angle. She arranged them in patterns, her first stone always the centerpiece, the heart of it all.

When she was old enough to be bolder than she should, she took to sneaking to the nearby mortal settlements. She would bring small things to trade for any stones they might have from travelers passing through.

Most of the time, she came back empty handed.

But every now and then, some adventurer would pass through, and they would need to empty their bags at the outpost. And sometimes, they foolishly parted with the greatest of treasures.

One of the druids at the nearby outpost took to holding on to any rocks left by adventurers, to dutifully presenting her with an assortment of stone to choose from whenever she came by.

Most of it was scraps from Outland, gathered while mining, but every now and then she’d find a true gem.

Stones, rough or heavy or dense, comprised most of her collection. She had a few scraps of ore, thorium and iron, a sliver of truesilver. All of it was welcome, all of it was loved.

All of it was Azeroth.

When that call came, the call of the Dragon Isles, the first thing Idryxia did was carefully pack her hoard. Almost forty rocks in all, none bigger than the palm of Sabellian’s hand. She had had them all ready for travel when it had dawned on her that there would be no travel.

After all, madness waited for them, if they crossed through that portal.

Didn’t it?

#world of warcraft #i just really love the Obsidian Brood okay?#i dunno if i'll put this on ao3 yet #might wait until i have more #i dunno

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jade-parcels · 4 years ago

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Gift giving

With Xiao, Kaeya, Childe and Albedo :)

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Xiao:

He isn’t that great at finding things you’ll like. Xiao is super attentive, he knows what you like but when he’s standing there in front of a jewelry stand or patch of wild flowers he feels like an idiot

He just overthinks things, blows them way out of proportion in his head. This is all new to him still! And he feels like a jerk when you bring little trinkets to him cause you make it seem so effortless :(

“Xiao, look at this! Its a necklace made of a geovisap tooth! Isn’t it beautiful?” “Mhm” “I got one for you too” See?? See?? You always just find things like that! Probably because you’re more social than he is

One day, while clearing a hilichurl camp, he finds a lizard and remembers you talking about them. You went on and on about how some lizards lose their tails or camouflage with their surroundings (he listened to your entire rant about it) So he snatches it up and heads back to the Wangshu Inn, demanding a glass jar from Verr Goldet so he can keep it contained.

When you’re done with your commissions and make your way up to his room, he pretty much shoves the lizard jar into your hands the second you open the door

“What’s this?” “It’s a lizard” “Right...But why are you giving me a lizard..?”

Now he’s flustered and embarrassed “You said you liked them. Whatever, give it back I’ll go put it outside-“ “No! No, thank you very much. I love it”

He scoffs and crosses his arms, leaning into your hold when you hug him. Even though you liked it, he feels ridiculous . And his chest feels all warm inside...maybe he is turning into a softie...

Kaeya:

Kaeya loves being romantic with you! Any kind of grand gesture like giving you flowers or bringing home a fancy bottle of wine are common when you’re together

He’ll bring home flowers at the end of the week so you always have fresh ones! Flora has started setting aside flowers in advance cause she knows Kaeya will stop by and ask for the same bouquet of cecelias as he does every week

You’ll be walking along the streets of Mondstadt, running errands for Glory and collecting payments from Katheryne, the warm summer breeze in your face...And you’re yanked into an alley between houses “There you are! I’ve been patrolling all afternoon looking for you, beautiful~”

He’ll press cool kisses to your face before pulling back to look at you again “I have something you might like” there’s a mischievous glint in his eye as he pulls a ring from his pocket. The gemstone in it matches the one in his earring. When you ask where he got it he just laughs and winks “Aha, let’s just say it’s from a ‘friend’”

Most material gifts he gives you will be from ‘friends’ (or informants) but if that bothers you, you can always tell him to knock it off pffttt

Otherwise the gifts he gives you will be flowers, wine and food. Why? Because those are things you get to enjoy together :’) he loves spending quality time with you! So when you get to sit back together and enjoy each other’s company??? He wishes he could bottle up that feeling of warmth and love he feels towards you uuugh

Be careful though cause when you start buying him expensive things, he’ll try to one-up you lmao

Childe:

Ah yes, our favorite rich boy! He has plenty of mora to spend on you! Trust me... He’ll spoil you

He spoils his family back home because he loves them so that’s exactly what he’ll do for you! You like those shoes? They’re yours! You like the food from that little stand? He’d buy the whole thing if you’d let him

He’s also famous for coming home from long work trips with a bunch of boxes full of stuff for you! Clothes, trinkets, anything he thought you’d like “Childe, you didn’t have to spend so much on me” “Aw~ Don’t worry about it!”

Childe can be a bit overwhelming at times so tell him if he’s stressing you out with his spending!! I mean, he probably won’t stop anytime soon and just tease you about it but he’ll think it’s cute that you’re worried about his bank account ;)

He tries so hard to make things for you but they almost always fail so he hides/throws out his attempts! It would be so embarrassing if you saw Tartaglia, the 11th Fatui Harbinger struggling so hard with knitting needles lmao poor guy!! This is why he just buys things

If you were to make him something though, he’d probably get emotional. It doesn’t matter what that thing may be! A pair of mittens, a painting, arrows for his bow, it really doesn’t matter! If you took the time to MAKE him something?? He’s gonna be totally speechless.

“Woah! Babe, this...This is...wow. I didn’t know you were so good at this” he’ll inspect every inch of it, eyes wide with childish excitement “I can’t wait to take you home to my parents, they would get a kick out of this”

Albedo:

Most of the gifts Albedo gives you will be made by him! So if you’re into handmade things, he’s your man!

He paints and sketches in his free time so when he has to be away from you, he’ll paint landscapes of the places he goes to give you when he comes home

He’ll also paint portraits of you and your friends/family if you ask! If he can make time, he’ll get everyone together to paint a big portrait of you all :)

You’re the only one allowed to see his u finished paintings. Albedo loves it when you come keep him company while he paints or works. He’s used to a nice, quiet lab but now that he has you, the quiet isn’t as nice anymore :( he likes having you with him to tell him stories about your adventures or complain about commissions, anything to fill the silence

Oh oh oh another thing he loves is this: the two of you sit on the ground beneath a tree, the sun in your faces. You between his legs with your back against his chest and you paint together on the same canvas :’) you’ve got birds chirping, wind blowing and you’re talking...Ugh, he feels so at ease and loved when you’re here

Your presence is the greatest gift you could give him! “You should stop by again tomorrow evening, I could use your help with an experiment or two” that’s a lie, he just wants you to get you alone lol

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin albedo #genshin childe #genshin xiao #genshin kaeya #kaeya x reader #childe x reader #Xiao x reader #albedo x reader

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brattyfics · 4 years ago

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Like That

Pairing: Rio x Black!Reader

Summary: You and Rio get to know each other better. Loosely based on ‘Like That’ by Doja Cat.

Warnings: Smut.

Word Count: 3.5K

Installments: Say So | Like That | Talk Dirty

And baby, I want it, and I'll just be honest 'Cause I just can't front when I look at you

About six weeks have passed since Rio declared himself your man, and you quickly learned he took the title very seriously.

He was busier than usual with ‘flipping his game,’ and you were busy preparing to transition your shop, but you saw each other often despite time constraints. You agreed date nights at least once a week were a must, but when you couldn’t see each other, Rio made sure to end nights with a phone call. Virtually falling asleep next to him gave you butterflies, reminding you just how exciting new relationships could be. It took prodding, but he told you made-up bedtime stories and the boring details of his day. In return, you shared things about yourself— childhood memories, the crazy things your mom did to embarrass you. He was sweet and attentive, and you found it refreshing to be with someone who was just as infatuated with you.

On your second date, he took you to his favorite restaurant, a fancy sushi place with expensive rolls. He taught you to hold chopsticks the wrong way the way he did and even fed you across the small table, a couple of unfortunate rolls falling apart due to his prodding. You tried your best to hide your amusement at the pensive look on his face. For whatever reason, Rio thought of himself as a sushi connoisseur, but it was clear to you that he was still learning.

“You’re no better than me!” He admonished when he noticed the way you held your chopsticks. Like his technique, it was incorrect, but it worked for you— sort of. “I never said I was.” You couldn’t keep the amusement off your face any longer. “You’re the one who comes here weekly. I thought you were a professional, and we’re in the same boat.” He folded his arms on top of the table as he insisted you were wrong, but secretly he found your teasing endearing. Later that night, he called and gave you a cheesy line about loving to see you smile.

The following week, you had lunch at a mom-and-pop soul food restaurant that served the best cornbread and peach cobbler in the city. The owners, an adorable older couple, Donna and Gene, and servers alike stopped by your table to meet Rio. Donna gushed over Rio, showering him with compliments and extra cornbread. “Girl, he is cute!” She told you, failing miserably at whispering. He smirked as you rolled your eyes, but he handled the attention well, being friendly and personable even when Gene kept going on and on about changes to the menu, one chef to another.

A few days later, he called you up randomly and asked you to get ready and ride with him somewhere. “What should I wear?” You asked, hoping for a hint. You could hear him smile as he said, “It doesn’t even matter, ma. You always look good.” The occasion had turned out to be ‘Foodtruck Friday.’ Barbecue, kebab, taco, ice cream, and other miscellaneous food trucks were parked in a spacious lot in Downtown Detroit. You settled at a picnic table and shared several plates of food as you discussed the possibility of your own mobile ‘Mad Batter’ shop somewhere down the line. It got you thinking about the future.

“Where do you see yourself in five years?” You asked the dreaded question in between bites of a colorful Korean fusion taco. He stiffened as he considered the answer. “What is this, a job interview?” Sometimes you saw peeks of bossman Rio rather than the Christopher Castillo you were getting to know. It happened seemingly out of nowhere when you asked questions he felt were invasive.

You looked up from the panko-fried shrimp, red cabbage, shredded carrots, and tasty orange sauce wrapped up in a flour tortilla with a frown. You had two choices: respond in the way he had or make light of the situation. So, you said, “Kinda. You’re auditioning for a spot on my roster, so...”

He stopped chewing the half-eaten dumpling and swallowed hard. “That’s not funny.”

“You better start taking the interviewing part of the audition more seriously then.” You wiped your fingers on a napkin, and he gathered your hand in his own, wearing a look you couldn’t decipher. “You got it, ma.”

You played a game of mini-golf at the local arcade. Rio stood tall behind you, holding you by your hips as he corrected your stance. You purposefully arched your back, brushing against him just slightly. “Like this?” You looked over your shoulder with the most innocent look you could muster, but his eyes were glued to your ass. “Yeah, just like that.” He answered in a low tone without looking up. You giggled as you took your swing, adding a wiggle for his benefit. You pretended to care about the ball as it glided across the bright green tarp towards the hole. “How was that?” You chirped, looking down the lane.

“I can’t even lie. I don’t care about the game right now. I just wanna watch you.” Your aim was terrible, and the ball never went in the hole without several attempts, but he insisted you finish playing the course. You teased him about it for days after despite his claim that he actually enjoyed the game because it was one of Marcus’ favorites.

“Stop lying! You just wanted an excuse to openly watch my ass.”

“Why you always gotta call me out?”

You shopped a cozy health and wellness store with hundreds of cool little trinkets for sale. Neither of you had been there before, so you took your time exploring, stealing unexpected kisses from the other. Rio took full advantage of the size of the store, pulling you by the hand and holding you close to his side.

He frowned at the large collection of shiny crystals. “A rock, really? What does anybody need with a rock?”

“It’s not a rock!” You hissed, head whipping around as you hoped the owner didn’t hear him.

“What is it then? It looks like a rock to me.” He picked one up, turning it over in his hands.

“It’s a crystal!”

“What’s the difference?”

“It has healing properties...” Rio snorted but strung his arm across your shoulder and listened intently as you read the info cards to him. When it was all said and done, he bought an aventurine stone to apologize to the owner for prosperity, well-being, and good luck.

The next day, he disappeared with no warning. You had been worried sick until Mick let you know he was busy handling something. It would have only taken a minute to tell you that, so you were (understandably) pissed. He showed up at the shop several days later like nothing had ever happened. “What’s up, mama?” The greeting that usually melted you grated on your nerves. All of your feelings about the situation bubbled up to the surface. It was hard to find the right words— you were still getting to know each other, so how mad could you be? At the same time, how little did he think of you to not say anything? Finally, you settled on, “I can’t do the disappearing act.”

Rio wasn’t used to answering to anyone, not even his child’s mother, about his whereabouts, but he put his palms up in surrender when he saw the serious expression you wore.

“You’re right, mama. That’s my bad. It won’t happen again.”

And it hadn’t.

But knowing ahead of time only made it a tiny bit easier, especially when he didn’t have a set return date. You were going on day seven (the longest you had gone without seeing him since you started dating) when he called to say he made it home and wanted to see you. Your heavy heart swelled with relief. You missed him way more than you probably should have, so you insisted on a night in at your place, wanting him to feel relaxed and at home instead of on guard somewhere public.

It had been a long six weeks without sex while he romanced you with delicious food and beautiful words. It wasn’t an easy task, but you knew as soon as sex was thrown in the mix, you would be done for, either destined to be his or ruined by him. It was a scary thought, but distance had indeed made the heart grow fonder, and you cared about him enough to take a chance.

He was set to arrive within the hour, but you were still unsure of what to wear, frantically rummaging through the dresser for something cute and comfortable. You let out a frustrated groan when your phone started to ring, thinking Rio might have come early, but when you look down at your phone, you see your best friend’s name and face. You swipe quickly, accepting the FaceTime call. “Hey, girl!”

“Hey, stranger!” You pick up the phone, so you can look at her. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” She replies with just as much sass. “I haven’t talked to you in what— two weeks?”

“We talk—“

“—text.”

“Okay, fine. Text. We text every day. What are you talking about?”

“That’s not the same.” She insists even as you remind her of the ridiculous amount of time you spend trading memes and food pictures with her.

“Anyway, what are you doing?”

“I’m trying to decide what I’m going to wear between this, this, or this.” You move the camera around, showing her the different options. A black-and-white tank and short set with ‘Being cute is not a crime’ in a cute font. A fuzzy grey sweatsuit set with hearts, or a simple cream hoodie with matching shorts.

“Um, what’s the occasion?” You giggle at the look on her face, knowing she thinks none of the above are appropriate for wearing outside of the house.

“Movie night in.”

“You need help picking an outfit for movie night with yourself?” Her face scrunches up in confusion. “Wait, is it movie night with yourself?” You try to be casual about it, shrugging your shoulders in response. As usual, she sees through your bullshit and goes straight into an interrogation. “Oh, bitch. You been holding out on me!” She asks you five questions in a row without stopping to breathe before settling on one. “Who?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip. “...Rio.”

“Rio?” She frowns. “Like the guy we work for, Rio? With the eyebrows and the neck tattoo, Rio?”

“Yes, that Rio.”

“Wow.” You wince but decide it’s best to get it over with. “What? I know you, so I know there’s more where that came from.”

“I don’t know what to say! From what I can tell, he’s a decent dude, I guess, but you know what he does. You definitely know what we do for him! You don’t think that could be a problem?”

“It’s messy, for sure, and I can admit that, but I’ve been thinking about getting out anyway...” She nods. “Then, I guess there’s nothing else for me to say about that. You’re both grown, and you know what you’re doing.” She was your best friend, which meant she’d always give her honest opinion, but wouldn’t berate you about your choices. Just like that, you return to your regular discussion topics, everything from warehouse gossip (yes, even in the business of crime, there’s a rumor mill) to new music releases. Before you knew it, forty minutes had passed, and Rio was calling your phone. You promised to call her more often before hanging up.

You sing your ‘hello’ into the phone, hoping Rio can’t detect the shakiness in your voice as you clumsily pull on your bottoms.

“Hey, mama. You about ready? I know you’re sensitive about your space and all that.” He was referring to the fact that he had never been past the doorway of your home. Your home was your sacred place, so you were extra careful about who came in and what energy they brought. It was always nerve-wracking to let somebody into the space that you cherished so much.

“Yeah.” He picks up on the hesitancy in your voice. “Are you sure?” You nod your head as if he can see you before telling him yes with a giggle. “Alright, well, I’m outside. Can I come in?” You bite your lip, butterflies fluttering in your tummy. “Yeah, I’ll come unlock the door.” He whispers his thanks, and you take a moment to force yourself to relax. When you meet him at the door, you do so with an open mind and heart, taking in his appearance with a goofy grin on your face. As usual, he’s dressed in all black, wearing a well-fitted t-shirt and sweatpants. He’s casual but still so high quality and attractive.

“Hi.” You breathe out like a dork when you realize you’re staring. It helps that he seems just as mesmerized, stepping forward to envelop you in a tight, warm hug. He sways you from side to side before pulling back, his hands resting heavily on the top of your ass. He settles for a quick peck on the lips because he has something to say. “You’re as pretty as ever, darlin’.” He says earnestly, shaking his head as he steps back to look you over once more.

“Kiss me again.” His hands cup your ass as you devour each other in the open doorway. You forget your surroundings. “Damn, ma. Can I at least get inside before you jump my bones? I don’t mind giving your neighbors a show if that’s your thing, but…” You turn to hide your embarrassment, leaving him to close the door behind you as you gesture around the room as if you’re in an episode of MTV Cribs. “... here’s the living room. The kitchen’s through the arch. The bathroom’s over there...” He follows you with his red as you point.

“And the bedroom?”

You snort. “The tour stops here for now. Sit down.” Your tone leaves no room for argument. He settles into the soft couch while you grab the snack tray from the kitchen. Homemade popcorn, chocolate-covered pretzels, and dried fruit gummies are on the menu.

“All this for me?” His arms snake around your waist so that you can curl up into his side. “What we watching?” You grab the remote. “I saw a trailer this week that caught my attention. I’ll play it for you.” He didn’t care what you watched as long as he got to be close to you, so it didn’t take long for you to get the movie started. He stole glances at you when his knuckles brushed against your bare knees under the blanket. You’re embarrassed at how wet the small action makes you, so you stretch out across the couch and place your bare feet in his lap, silently planning your revenge. The movie may as well not be playing because you couldn’t be less interested in the plot as you lightly stroke him through his sweatpants with the balls of your feet.

“Ma...” He warns, watching you in the low lighting. He’s come to learn you like to tease, but he doesn’t think he can take it, not tonight. “Hmm?” You hum innocently, loving the strained look on your face. He doesn’t move even as you sit up on your haunches and kiss him. It’s slow and long in the best way. He pulls you to sit in his lap. His hands roam your body as you grind down onto him, relishing in the feeling of the soft skin on your tummy. He sighs into your mouth as one hand finds your bare breasts.

He pulls away to talk shit. “No bra? You just knew I was gonna put out, huh?” He pushes the cotton material up so he can see you properly. “Perfect.” He murmurs into your skin. You let him kiss and lick and suck on your nipples until the pressure you feel below is too much to handle. You’re a quivering mess when he finally helps you pull the cotton material up and over your head. It lands on top of the television behind you, but neither of you notice.

You nudge him until he removes his own shirt, and then he lifts his hips to help you when you begin tugging on his sweats. They puddle at his feet while you spread your legs wide, desperate to get your hands on him. “I could cry right now.” You admit honestly when you finally see him, biting your lip. He arches a brow. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing, darlin’?” His hips jerk when you take him into your hands, the cold temperature surprising him.

“It’s definitely a good thing.” You whisper excitedly, staring with wonder as he hardens in your hands. He barks out a laugh, stunned by your ability to make him laugh, even with his dick in your hands. “That’s really nice, ma. I feel real special.” Your eyes meet, and silent promises of all the filthy things you’re going to do to each other are exchanged. “You should. I’m about to change your life.” He throbs in your hands, loving that you find small ways to challenge him.

“Come on. Let’s go to bed.” He wraps his arms around you in preparation to get up, but you stop him with a shake of your head. “I don’t wanna.”

“No? What you wanna do then?”

You answer him by slipping to your knees. You spit on his dick, stroking him up and down slowly. He watches you closely as you lower your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip. It takes a lot of restraint, but he lets you do your thing, slowly working him deeper into your throat. He closes his eyes as he concentrates on lasting, but he can’t turn his ears off, the obscene smacks painting a vivid picture for him. When you swipe your tongue across his balls, he moves to stop you, grabbing your shoulders. Fire dances in your eyes as you realize you got him where you want him. “I don’t wanna.” You repeat.

“You are a brat.”

You release him with a pop. “The biggest.” You admit, swallowing him once more. He groans, thinking he can’t believe you’re the same sweet girl who bakes in a frilly pink apron and begs him to tell her bedtime stories.

“I want you to fuck me now.” He stops you before you can bend over the couch. “Slow down. I want you on your back, darlin.”

You throw his earlier words back at him. “That’s nice. I feel really special.”

“You should.” He mocks you, instructing you to hold your legs wide. He wastes no time licking and sucking you as enthusiastically as you had done him. “You’re so pretty. I could eat this pretty pussy forever.” He compliments as you squirm in his hold. “You’d let me, huh?” You shake your head frantically. “No! You’d drive..me crazy!” Payback is a mother, especially when Rio’s the one dishing it out. “Wait, wait—“You whimper, clawing at his shoulders.

“What?” He cajoles. He almost wants to laugh at the distressed look on your face. “I want you.” You pout, trying to sweet-talk him.

“You have me.”

“Not like this. Inside.”

“Yeah? You sure?”

“Mhm.” You swallow, watching as he fumbles around with his pants searching for a condom. He opens the golden foil packet with expert fingers, positioning himself in between your spread legs. “You don’t have any pointers for me now?” He drags his tip up and down your slit, slowly pushing his way further. Teasing. You shake your head. “No. Just fuck me.”

“That ain’t polite. You gotta say please, mama.” You scowled, but he didn’t budge. “Please.” You pleaded with the sweetest tone you could muster, sighing as he gave in. You cursed at the stretch, him at the way you squeezed him. “You feel…” He couldn’t find the words, so he buried his face in your neck, trying to gain some composure. You caressed the back of his neck sweetly. “You feel good too, baby.”

His hips stuttered forward, and you gasped as he worked himself deeper. You grasp his shoulders tightly, your nails embedding themselves into the soft skin.

“Yes!” You squeal.

“Like that?” He grits out, struggling to keep his rhythm.

“Yes, just like that!” You cry, moaning as he pounds up into you. His lips find yours again, and it’s bliss. Then before you can stop yourself, you’re calling him Daddy like it’s his given name. He groans into your sweaty neck like he’s in pain.

“You’re so nasty.” Overwhelmed and breathless, you whine your protest, “You’re nasty. Look at what you’re doing to me.” His eyes shift to where you’re connected. You’re creaming all over him and leaking down onto the couch, but you can’t bring yourself to care about anything other than coming. You do just that, mewling as you make an even bigger mess between your legs. He whispers filthy things into your ear as he finishes, grunting at the way you seem to be sucking him in even deeper.

“That was—“

“—unreal.”

“Yeah.”

Neither of you can bring yourself to move. Your sweat-covered skin sticks together. You swipe your hand against your forehead while he pants.

“I wanted to ride you at least once tonight, but after that, I’ll be lucky to make it to bed.”

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blackindiaink · 4 years ago

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Morrigan and Raelle trading trinkets with each other

Morrigan came and went as she pleased when Scylla wasn't working with her and that meant that she had plenty of time to roam about doing crow things. One of which was collecting trinkets.

She'd brought Scylla several things, including a little silver bell that rang clear as water. In turn, Scylla liked to leave little bits around for Morrigan to take back, a bit of shiny thread, some ripe berries, and even a little charm with her name on it.

Raelle loved to watch them interreact, always unable to put into words how her heart swelled to see Scylla so content. Morrigan had even started to land on Raelle's shoulder sometimes, accepting her as a part of their little makeshift family.

So, it wasn't surprising when Raelle woke one morning to find a small kazoo sitting on the nightstand with Morrigan perched above on the shade of the lamp that occupied the table.

Raelle smiled and sat up, slipping from underneath Scylla's arm.

"Hey, pretty girl," Raelle cooed.

Morrigan turned her head to regard Raelle and dipped her beak, flapping her wings twice. The sound woke a very tired and grumpy Scylla, whose pinched expression and groan, made Raelle turn back to look.

"Sorry," Raelle said.

"What's going on?" Scylla asked.

She stretched her arms and then reached for Raelle's waist, using her grip to tug her body closer. Her arms circled Raelle and she sighed as she reached the spot she wanted, her head securely placed in her girlfriend's lap.

"Your friend brought me a kazoo," Raelle informed her.

Scylla's eyes widened and a smile slipped onto her face.

"Oh really?" She reached up, her warm palm coming to rest on Raelle's cheek. "She really does like you."

"Then, it's a good thing I got her something too," Raelle said.

She smiled down at Scylla, dipping her head to place a soft kiss on her lips.

When she pulled back Scylla's smile returned and broadened.

"Well, let's see what you have," Scylla said.

Raelle reached over to the drawer on the nightstand and pulled it open. She reached in and pulled out a little golden key with a blue ribbon attached. She showed it to Scylla, who nodded her approval, and then moved her arm across the nightstand, setting the key down as close to Morrigan as she could.

The crow let out a loud caw and hopped down to the surface of the nightstand. Raelle laughed as she gripped the ribbon with her claws. She took off, flitting out the open window and flying out of sight.

"Well, I guess she liked it," Raelle said.

"That's because you give the best gifts," Scylla replied.

"I figured since she helped you get me out of those shackles, a key was a good idea," Raelle said.

Scylla moved her hand from Raelle's cheek to the collar of her shirt, flexing her fingers to grip the fabric and using it to pull Raelle down to kiss her again.

#Raylla #raelle collar #scylla ramshorn #raelle x scylla #motherland: fort salem #motherland fort salem #motherland freeform #wlw #motherland fanfic #raylla fanfic #raylla asks #raylla shorts

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moririki · 4 years ago

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⤷ AN EIGHT-LEGGED PROBLEM

OIKAWA TOORU & SAKUSA KIYOOMI & HAIBA LEV & MIYA ATSUMU X READER -> 1.8K you save your boyfriend from a massive problem which is currently in the corner of your bathroom )

REQUEST -> n/a CONTAINS -> spiders, bugs, you picking up said creepy crawlies, hq boys being no! help! at! all! (but that's ok bc we love them for it), fanon-ish sakusa cos i haven't read the manga and he had like 5 seconds of screen time so i'm just going off of what i've read + seen, clear favouritism despite the fact that i know basically nothing about sakusa, manga timeskip spoilers in sakusa's MORI'S THOUGHTS -> haven't seen one where the reader is the one in the relationship who takes care of bugs so since i'm a #girlboss who throws spiders out of my room whenever i see them without breaking a sweat i'm writing that into a fun lil thing with the haikyuu boys that i strongly believe are scared of bugs. also besides the point but look at the pretty colour palette that their banners make fjfjfjdj will go back to writing the requests after this! inspiration just struck

❍ OIKAWA TOORU

-> omg this fucking guy

-> don't let his pride fool you this man HATES bugs with a burning passion

-> he'll never admit it though

-> between you and the aoba johsai team he would never hear the end of how the great king oikawa would cower at the sight of a moth doing laps around a lightbulb

-> so when you pretended not to hear the shriek that left your boyfriend when he saw something flying around the bathroom light and he declined your offer to get rid of the moth for him, this left oikawa in a pretty difficult situation

-> it was just him alone in the bathroom, trying to brush his teeth while eyeing the bug warily

-> you came in a few minutes later, getting ready to go to bed as well

-> "you know, babe, that moth's been there for quite a while," you teased him

-> oikawa hummed in response, his eyes never leaving it as it continued its circumnavigation of the light fixture

-> "oh, you know. who am i to kick someone out of their home? i'm no monster"

-> you almost snorted at how poor of an excuse that was, but ruffled your boyfriend's hair anyway

-> "i'll take care of it, ru, you just finish getting ready"

-> "but y/n-chan, that moth has feelings! don't be mean to it!"

-> you gave tooru a very blank stare at that

-> "so do you want me to leave you alone with your new friend?"

-> "......no"

-> "that's what i thought"

-> you went up to the moth, managing to trap it in your hands before releasing it from a window

-> oikawa shuddered as you came back to the sink, giving your hands a quick rinse before resuming with brushing your teeth like nothing had happened

-> "you're so brave, my love"

-> "anything for you, babe"

❍ SAKUSA KIYOOMI

-> bless this poor boy

-> so it's no secret that sakusa isn't the fondest of germs

-> and that extends to bugs and spiders too

-> besides a normal amount of disgust that he held for them, the thought of where the insects had been or placed one of their many feet on never failed to make his skin crawl

-> that's where you, his wonderful significant other, comes in

-> as much as he loves you, he just can't understand how you always stared at bugs with wonder in your eyes

-> you'd even pick them up, cooing at the way they crawled up your arm while sakusa just stared at you in disbelief with a can of bug spray in hand

-> tonight was one of those swelteringly hot summer nights

-> you know, the ones where the air seems to be still no matter how many windows you open and every insect in a mile radius is actively trying to enter your home

-> you were spending the night at your boyfriend's apartment, ready to have a relaxing night in with him since your schedules had finally synced up and allowed you both to enjoy a day off at the same time

-> it took months of trust before sakusa finally admitted to you how much he enjoyed doing skincare

-> so whenever you two spent the night together, you decided to start the evening with some face masks and idle binging of a tv show

-> against his half-hearted protests, you had insisted that sakusa wore a headband while this happened (one that had a very cute duck face printed on it)

-> just to keep the curls out of his face, of course

-> whenever he caught you sneaking a candid of him with facemask and duck headband on, he just shot you a halfhearted glare and threatened you to never send that to atsumu or the rest of the msby team

-> (you set it as your home screen instead)

-> anyways, i digress

-> so tonight you decided to cool down from the heat with a few facemasks and cuddling in your boyfriend's heavily air conditioned living room

-> but he kept all his skincare stuff in the bathroom, so you went to go get them as he set up a show to watch along with some snacks

-> you flicked on the light, going to his cabinet when something in the corner of the room caught your eye

-> there was a fairly large spider, desperately trying to crawl up the smooth tile wall

-> you decided to take pity on it and release it

-> but when you had it cupped safely in your hands, you decided to terrorise your poor boyfriend just a little

-> "hey, omi, look what i found!"

-> your boyfriend perked up at your signature nickname for him, though his eyes narrowed as he saw your clasped hands held in front of you

-> "no"

-> "but baby, you haven't even seen-"

-> "no"

-> you giggled at how defensive he had become

-> "come on, don't you want to name it? it's very cute"

-> "i want you to throw it out, y/n"

-> "alright, alright"

-> you took the spider to a window, releasing it back outside before heading back to the bathroom and grabbing a few masks for real this time

-> sakusa gave you the cold shoulder as you sat down next to him, humming as you gave him a face mask and putting it on without a word

-> "aww, baby, i'm sorry"

-> "..."

-> "i'll give you a head massage if you stop ignoring me?"

-> sakusa turned to you, his eyes narrowed in thought as he stared you down

-> the act soon broke, though, and he smiled against the sheet mask that was on his face

-> "it better be a good one," he huffed as he tugged the duck headband off, already sighing at the sensation of your fingers against his scalp

-> "omi, come on, what do you take me for?"

❍ HAIBA LEV

-> ngl lev gives off equal amounts of being terrified of like the tiniest spider or just finding bugs insanely cool vibes

-> it's funnier to imagine this 6-foot-something guy scramble away from a fucking crane fly in terror though so this is how it's going to play out

-> when you invited your giant of a boyfriend to your flat, you didn't anticipate just how small he made everything appear

-> he even towered in your doorway, having to stoop to step through into your hall

-> "woahh, i love your place!"

-> it was his first time staying over for the night, and lev was making sure to drink in every aspect of your interior design

-> you found it sweet of him, and watched as he stared in wide-eyed wonder at the little trinkets you had collected over the years to make your small apartment seem more like a home

-> you didn't expect him to scream at the top of his lungs and practically run back to you, though

-> you jumped at the sound, watching as he scrambled away from your lamp and pointed back at it with a shaking finger

-> you squinted at it, making out the very menacing form of a crane fly as it bumped into the lampshade and continued on its path

-> "lev, you big baby," you giggled, heading to the kitchen to grab a glass and trap it

-> "y/n, don't leave me alone with it!" he yelped, and you rolled your eyes at his antics

-> you came back, smoothly capturing the insect and throwing it out of a nearby window

-> lev was sat on your couch the whole time, hands covering his eyes as he curled in a ball

-> "is it gone?" he asked, and you you giggled at how childlike he was acting at the moment

-> "it's all good, baby" you smoothed his hair and lev gratefully leaned into your touch, a sigh of relief leaving him

-> "thank you, y/n"

-> "i'll get rid of all the bugs in the world for you, lev"

❍ MIYA ATSUMU

-> gives off the vibes that he used to eat bugs as a child i'm sorry but

-> have mercy on his soul lmao

-> so twins are supposed to be identical right?

-> anyone who spends more than a few minutes around the miya twins know that that's a complete fucking lie

-> and you've had the misfortune of being friends with them for a very long time

-> like your mums were friends and you were all born around the same time

-> you've been pulled into their shit before you could walk or talk

-> so you're well aware of just how different these mfs are

-> even though they were both absolute bastards, osamu always had a slightly more mellowed out approach which would always end up with atsumu getting the blame for what they got up to

-> especially as a child, osamu loved to terrorise his twin with the unwilling help of you

-> one of the ways was through osamu exploiting one of his twins' fears

-> that being bugs and spiders

-> he always cackled at the sight of atsumu screaming and trying to run away from him due to the spider he was holding

-> as they both grew up, this became less of a frequent thing for osamu to do

-> you also somehow started dating atsumu, but nobody could exactly pinpoint a moment that signified a beginning to your relationship

-> but since you're dating the world's biggest manchild in disguise, and osamu gets annoyed with atsumu quite easily, you would have to swoop in to rescue him from time to time

-> recently the twins had been getting a little snappy with each other, and it had yet to sort itself out

-> from what you had heard your boyfriend was in the wrong this time, but you still listened to him whine and rant about it

-> you were going to the inarizaki school gym to say hi to your boyfriend and best friend before practice started, only to see absolute chaos unfolding

-> with kita yet to arrive, the twins were effectively unleashed and that much was clear with the way atsumu was practically screaming his head off as he ran around the gym

-> your eyes took in the rest of the players- aran had his head in his hands, suna was snickering with his phone out to record the newest miya twin fight, and osamu's deranged laugh could be heard above everything else as he chased his brother, hand held out in front of him

-> only one thing was capable of making atsumu scream like that, so you already knew what was happening

-> atsumu quickly spotted you hovering in the doorway, and made a beeline to where you were

-> his eyes were panicked, and you were quick to wrap him in a hug as you shot osamu a nasty glare over his shoulder

-> literally this lmfao

-> "that's enough, 'samu"

-> your best friend paused, before a smile spread across his face as he dangled the centipede in front of him

-> "you know it was rubber, right?"

-> you felt your boyfriend tense in your arms and you bit your lip to stifle a small giggle

-> but at least they would be back to normal by the end of today

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slasherhaven · 5 years ago

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Blacksmith/Metalsmith S/O that makes slashers their very own weapon for their birthday! Yeah, their old weapons are cool, but having a custom made weapon expertly crafted by a loved one is better. It can also be a piece of jewerly if the slashers dont have a set weapon Uwu

The Slashers with a Metalsmith S/O who makes them their very own customised weapon for their birthday:

Thomas Hewitt

You actually made Thomas a whole new set of tools for the basement, rather than an actual weapon.

Thomas loved them. He loved the customised tools, you had made him everything that he needed, and he would be quick to replace all those old tools with his new ones.

But he loves even more that you had made them for him, that you put so much time and effort into them, and that you had made sure to make him something for his birthday. Did he mention that he loves you? Everyday? Good!

He is also genuinely impressed by how well made the tools are. You’re so talented!

It’s gruesome work but he loves those tools.

Michael Myers

Is honestly just surprised you got him anything for his birthday, or did anything at all for his birthday.

And is even more confused when you present him with a brand new knife until you explain that you made it yourself.

Michael knows that you know what he does and stay with him despite that but this is a very nice reminder of that.

Plus it is a very nice knife. Very sharp and well balanced...good job.

Doesn’t consider himself to be the sentimental type but has to admit that his kills are even more satisfying when he’s using a brand new knife made especially for him by his very talented S/O.

Jason Voorhees

Jason’s machete was...fine. Old but still sharp and worked perfectly fine. But wouldn’t a new one be so much nicer?

When you present the gift to Jason, he’s amazed that you would gift him such a thing and would spend so much time and effort making it for him.

But also, you remembered his birthday and bothered to do something special for it. He really appreciates that.

Will definitely use it! Goodbye old machete, hello brand new gift from his very lovely S/O.

And he will cherish it. Because it’s a gift from you but also because it shows that you accept him as he if, even with what he does.

Brahms Heelshire

While most of the slashers are surprised but touched that you bothered getting them anything for their birthday, Brahms kind of expects it. He was definitely spoiled as a child and now you have to deal with that.

Making a weapon for Brahms wouldn’t be much use. So you decided to make him some jewellery.

Whatever you make, make a matching one for yourself!

He would love that! Something that shows that you’re together.

He is also impressed by your work, telling you that you’re very talented.

Wears it all the time and expects you to do the same.

Bo Sinclair

Bo never told you when his birthday was, so he figures that one of his brothers told you.

You know he doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it but you still wanted to give him his gift.

He’s a little confused when you handed him a sturdy and very sharp pocket knife. Was also very impressed when you told him that you made it yourself, including the little carving of his initials on the handle.

You explained the gift, telling him that you thought it would be good for him to have a more permanent weapon on his person just in case something goes wrong or a victim surprises him in the future.

He teases you for worrying about him but the gift is meaningful to him. It means that you do care about his safety and that you accept the things he does to the people who roll into town.

Carries it on him at all times.

Vincent Sinclair

You knew that Vincent would appreciate anything you got him for his birthday but you wanted to do something extra special. You wanted to make him something but something that he would enjoy.

So you made him a whole brand new set of tools for wax sculpting.

You made sure to take note of what he used and made brand new ones. Customised just for him, with more artistic handles that even had his initials on them. You wanted to make them pretty for him.

And he loved them! He was already smiling about the fact that you got him anything at all but when he saw the gift, he just melted.

You put some much love and time into making these, and they’re so perfectly made that it’s really impressive. And you made them look so nice with his name on them and everything!

Oh God, what on earth could he do for your birthday? Nothing could compare to this! Oh God!

Lester Sinclair

You really weren’t sure what to get Lester for his birthday but you wanted to make him something.

You recalled that he always kept that hunting knife of his on him when he was out of the house, so you decided to make him a new one!

Lester’s face lit up when you gave him the gift.

Before now, Lester just thought a knife was a knife. Nothing too special. But this one was! This was the best knife he’s ever had! In his opinion it’s the best knife ever.

You made this one with love and a lot of effort, you had even put his name on it! He will cherish it!

Has a tendency to show it off to people when he’s guiding a new group into town, you aren’t sure if he means to intimidate them or not.

Bubba Sawyer

Obviously Bubba has a love for his chainsaw so you decided to try your hand at making him a new one. A custom made one that was even more personal to him.

You were a little worried that he would be too attached to his current one but there was no harm in trying.

As soon as you place the new chainsaw down in front of him, explaining that you had made it just for him. Look it even has your name on it!

Bubba is even more in love with you and now in love with this chainsaw.

You are incredible! Look how talented you are! Even his brothers are impressed by the craftmanship.

Quickly takes to using the new custom made chainsaw rather than his old one.

Billy Lenz

Honestly make him anything. Jewellery, pendants, little trinkets.

He can’t help but admire them when you give him the gift. They’re so good! So intricate! And you’re so talented!

Is also just very touched that you got him anything for his birthday. That’s very sweet and means a lot to him.

He’s like a crow, collecting all the shiny stuff you give him and hiding them up in the attic next to his blanket pile.

If it’s jewellery, he doesn’t wear them but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t cherish them. He just wants to keep them safe and admires them, they make him think of you.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Asa was actually a little surprised that you had got him a gift at all. And it really does mean more to him that you made the gift rather than bought it.

But then you presented the gift to him. A roll of black leather, the real gift inside.

He rolled it open and raised an eyebrow at your gift. Inside was what looked like surgical tools but far from typical. Certainly not what you would see in a hospital.

They were custom made...by you. He would definitely have to give them a trail run soon, but he’d be spending tonight with you alone.

You could say that you had gifted him a wonderful collection of tools to use.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Making this man weapons is the way to his heart.

He is very fond of his twin hunting knives but will use any effective weapon. His knives are probably already custom made to his liking.

But he will cherish the ones you give him.

He’s already smiling about you getting him something for his birthday at all. He thinks it’s sweet that you put so much effort into them, and you’re clearly very talented, these blades are very impressive.

You knew better than to put initials on them or his name, you actually put a little carving of a skull on each of them. Engravings that looked just like

He also likes that you’ve made and gifted him blades. It shows that you completely accept him for what he does, he appreciates that.

These new blades with certainly make an appearance on his next business trip. He needs to test them out.

Otis Driftwood

You got the idea when you saw Otis cleaning off some of the...tools he used on his victims.

They were old and some even rusted (not that that really mattered) but most of it all was still sharp.

Still, you thought he would really like some new tools. And it would show that you were accepting of his...hobbies, so it was a good plan!

You also made him a knife, knowing that he liked to have one on him.

Otis was thrilled when you presented him with the gifts.

Brand new tools, sharper than anything he had at the moment. And a large, sharp knife.

You knew he wouldn’t care much about the way they looked, it was more about practicality, but you still wanted to make them look good. And he appreciated it. He was also fond of the little initials he notices.

Genuinely cherishes the tools. Takes much better care of them than his old ones. Never lets Baby use them.

Also keeps the knife you made him on him at all times.

Baby Firefly

Just like with Otis, you made her some new torture tools. But you also knew that she liked (and is very good at) throwing knifes, so you made her some throwing knifes as well.

You made sure they looked good as well. Knowing that she would appreciate the extra effort you put into the style and intricacies of it.

When you present her with her gifts on her birthday, she is very excited and appreciative of it. She loves them!

You get lots of ‘thank you’ kisses from her.

Well now that she has all of these new, wonderful things, she should go test them out, shouldn’t she? Well then, let’s go!

Yautja (Predator)

Ever since your mate learnt about how you work with metal, he was excited. You make such great tools and weapons, he loves that about you.

Earth metals...just aren’t going to cut it unfortunately.

But you’ve been practising!

Using the metals that Yautja’s actually use for their weapons, learning how to use it.

By the time his birthday rolled around, you had mastered it!

When you present him with the gift, a brand new blade, your mate is both impressed and flattered.

He’s impressed by the quality of the blade, you must have put a lot of hard work into this! He’s also proud of his mate for being so skilled.

He’s flattered because he is aware of how much time and effort must have gone into this. And you did it because you loved him, you cared about him, and you wanted to do something nice for him.

He will cherish this blade!

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lavendermin · 4 years ago

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if all stars fell at once (1) | xiao

pairing | xiao/reader

word count | 3k

genre | fluff, light angst, developing relationship, overall domestic

warning | eventual smut

The memory comes clear as the crystalline waters at the harbor. That day when rain poured mercilessly upon the land— the boy in a mask whose body trembled under an invisible burden. You remember the dark splotches on his body being washed away by downpour.

Blood.

Polearm supporting his body as it heaved, his face slowly turned to face you as an ominous dark mist accumulated around him. And when you blinked, it was as if he was never there; replaced by rain.

Whether it was the haze of sleepless nights getting to you or reality, you still had yet to know. Curiosity was fresh in your mind. His presence… though brief, held immense power and a tainted aura; enough to instill fear in the hearts of any who witnessed them. But you stood there, unwavering and eyes alight with awe and curiosity despite the rain that hailed mercilessly around you.

Weeks continued, and the image of the boy remained somewhere in your subconscious. Days came and went as your mind remained hazed, clouded with the fleeting memory.

The dark clouds overhead brought in strong winds; a sign of a storm rolling in. The laundry hanging outside would surely be swept away at this rate. Quick on your feet, you hurriedly pulled them off the clotheslines. Yet despite your efforts, a couple handkerchiefs you had embroidered were blown away by a harsh gust of wind.

“Ah…!” Despite your attempt, the wind plucked them out of reach. All you could do was helplessly watch as they were carried by devious winds further down the mountain.

Those were for… Ah, I guess I’ll have to redo those, you pondered anxiously. If they were all to be delivered in 3 days, you would have to stay up fairly late just to finish replacing them.

The candle light cracked and flickered as night crept over Liyue. No use stalling. With a sullen crack of your neck, you shut the windows and got to work. The relentless rain was your sole company as you worked through embroidering the replacements well into the night. Despite the nimbleness of experienced hands, numbness settled in after hours of working tirelessly to replace the delicately embroidered handkerchiefs. And with patterns and threads so intricate, they weren’t something you could rush.

The moon came and went that night, having accompanied you behind the storming clouds as it rained and ceased. Yet, late the next day when you returned from running errands, there upon your open windowsill were two neatly folded handkerchiefs safely held in place by a beautiful stone. You examined them— with no doubt, the ones that were swept away.

And as a breeze picked up once more, you didn’t dare look back but hoped the wind would carry your words to the deserving.

“Thank you.”

That was the first time in over a millennia that Xiao was thanked by a mortal for one of his many silent deeds.

———

Soft colors of fading blue and powdery orange iced the sky with the setting sun. You reminisced past memories fondly as you picked a few herbs from your personal garden. The day was slowly dwindling to a lethargic end, but the land ceased to fall into rest to savor most of what the day had to offer.

“Do you remember that, Adeptus Xiao?” you asked with a fond smile. It was met with silence for a moment before a voice spoke up from the roof of your house.

“So, you knew I was here. Mortals truly are something I cannot understand,” he clicked his tongue, shifting to get comfortable where he rested comfortably on your roof. “Or perhaps, it’s that our ties are too strong. Curious…” He pondered to himself, brows slightly furrowed as he contemplated.

With a stretch of your back you stood up, basket in hand. “I know my grandmother’s home is rather quiet here in Qingce Village, so I’ve noticed the roof has become a favorite spot of yours,” you observed with a small shrug he couldn’t see. “Call it a hunch.”

Though he wouldn’t admit it, Xiao knew your guess was right. With your home tucked furthest away at the top of the village, there were seldom any onlookers in the tranquil area. A perfect, stress-free corner for him to visit.

With a huff and trained grace, he hopped off the roof on playful winds and followed you indoors. There was still a cautious air about him but never the same as when you first met him all those months ago.

It seemed like you understood him more than he understood you sometimes, and it puzzled him to no end. Mortals were usually more predictable; working in routine and habits as he had seen of the many centuries that passed. Or… at least he thought. It was no secret that he found mortals to be indecipherable.

In the small kitchen, he was presented with an enticing dish that you laid out; his favorite, no doubt. “Here. I’m heading out to the harbor to run some last minute errands, but you’re welcome to stay here as long as you’d like,” you reassured him with a smile. “Thank you for keeping me company today.”

At your genuine, radiant smile, Xiao couldn’t help but avert his gaze shyly. Truthfully, it always caught him off guard to be thanked for such trivial things that were somehow meaningful to you.

Before you reached the front door, Xiao called out after you. “If you are out late, summon me— call my name. I will guide you safely home.” With firm reassurance, he held your gaze under piercing amber. “Promise me this. Do not be reckless.”

There was no fighting the grin that lit up your face. “You worry for me, Adeptus?” you teasingly prodded, and placed a quick peck on his cheek. “How unexpectedly cute of you.”

At the gesture, his eyes widened for a fraction of a second before his composure returned. Pensively, he folded his arms across his chest, and you swore he could practically be pouting.

“The safety of Liyue is my duty as an adeptus. As a tool to be used, and nothing more.”

There was a brief sorrow reflected in your eyes, and before Xiao had a chance to address it, you were hurriedly giving your final goodbyes with your usual warm energy.

“I promise I’ll be safe.”

Left to himself, he accepted your gifted offering of almond tofu. I love the way your eyes practically sparkle when you take that first bite, you once teased.

The memory picked up the thrumming in his chest— uncertainty accompanied by rose-dusted cheeks.

With each delicate bite, his mind upheld more questions. The feelings that burst subtly in his chest— what were they? He searched his heart for answers to describe it. Peace of mind? Loneliness?

As many times as his mind decided to go through the same painful cycle of thoughts, ultimately he was left with more questions than when he started. There were no answers within him.

Such as the moon replaces the sun and the days dwindle into night, he too would let it be for now.

And as the sun slowly retreated more and more behind mountains and thin clouds, Xiao couldn’t help but wonder why he continued to keep near you. A tie foraged with a mortal that strangely did not instill the overwhelming need to leave.

Even the room he was in caused no discomfort or suffocation. The cycle started once again as he wondered, why? He often resided at Wangshu Inn, but never in a room. The rooftop high above any wandering souls was his claimed accommodation. The balcony just below that was seldom used by guests was the only other space he occupied there— eyes able to survey the land from a higher vantage point.

However, here in this small shelter you called home there was none of that, yet he stayed. Curiously, his eyes wandered the room to take in the oddities and trinkets that were used as decorum. The bookshelf across the room posed with great importance, and as he approached it he took in the vast collection of books and small items that decorated some empty sections.

Gloved fingers grazed over the elegant, gold-foil titles of some of the books. Some he has partially read before, or listened to you read aloud while he rested on your lap under the large tree outside.

He found himself plucking one out tentatively, flipping through some pages of a thick storybook with worn corners. Another book from the shelf— a thin book of floral poems and sonnets. His mind idly worked to put together what these books could possibly say about you.

After neatly putting another book away, a small glint caught his eyes. Toward the end of one of the shelf rows was a pile of three books with a precious stone sitting atop them.

Ah, the cor lapis stone he had used when he silently returned the two missing handkerchiefs to you many moons ago. An unknown feeling settled in his chest, warm & persistent. It flourished— euphoric, almost, and not too unpleasant. He wondered if it was somehow related to similar chest pains he’d dealt with. Could he really call it ‘pain’ if it wasn’t truly hurting him? The feeling was foreign and he was utterly clueless.

He moved the stone to check the book underneath, flipping through the pages curiously. Amber eyes indifferently skimmed through a page his finger landed on, curious to what contents the vague title held.

A romantic novel from the looks of it.

The words were needlessly descriptive, the dialogue a little confusing to understand. Such flowery language was a bit bold and the more he read, the more the imagery they tried to paint became vivid in his mind and—

Xiao quickly shut the book, his face warm as he neatly returned the book to its rightful place. Well, it was an interesting book to have in your possession, to say the least. He didn’t have much experience with what it described, but the erotic imagery the dialogue described still left his face a little flushed and brows furrowed as he huffed in indignance at his flustered state.

Mortals do such things? Well, he knew they did, but he was never one to look into it more since he had no reason to.

He had no experience in such intimate matters, nor did he pay much interest in them with his hands usually full on a daily basis. Yet, somehow the thought of you now caused a swirl of emotions inexperienced by him before. Or rather, if he did, he no longer remembered. New questions piled up in his mind.

He shook his head, practically wincing at the odd sensations that kicked him low in the gut as the heat rising high on his cheeks subsided.

“How bothersome,” Xiao muttered to himself with a sigh.

On that same train of thought, he glanced out the window. The sun was merely a whisper that remained as it tucked itself farther behind mountains and dipped below the horizon.

Gloved hands momentarily clenched by his sides, flexing to ease the small seed of doubt. Mortals were unpredictable and reckless, that much he was aware of. With a sigh he watched as the sky over Liyue settled into the tranquility of night.

Though night had fallen, there was still no sign of you returning.

And so, Xiao set off on his usual routine. Out he ventured to vanquish the scattered hotspots of evil activity that surfaced. Be it from subdued gods or his own karma, Xiao relentlessly made quick work of any and all evil.

It was his eternal duty, as bound by contract from the Geo Archon himself—this he knew. If anyone should have witnessed his swiftness as he worked solemnly, they would’ve noticed how he worked just a little harder to clear out any evil nearing your usual route home.

The moon rose high in the sky, a dusty blue as it cast soft light over Xiao’s masked form. His polearm jabbed into the ground and dissipated along with the yaksha mask he donned for battle. The roads that led back to Qingce Village were all cleared, yet still no sign of you.

Approaching the marsh under blue moonlight, his gloved hands created ripples in the calm surface. The reflection of his concerned eyes stared right back at him through the tumultuous ripples that distorted his reflection over playful waters.

Under the watchful eye of the moon, Xiao diligently washed away the impurities that remained on him from battle. Clear waters surrounding him became murky before clearing once again as the blood and grime was carried further down with the current. Xiao closed his eyes and allowed himself to bask under the moonlight, taking in the rare moment of tranquility.

And then it rang out, soft and clear like a wind chime dancing with the gentle breeze.

Adeptus Xiao.

Shrouded by darkness, he answered your summons. As the thin veil of dark entity surrounding him dispersed, he found himself next to a bridge. The waterfall behind him brought a refreshing breeze, and just beyond him he could see Bubu Pharmacy below as well as the harbor.

“You called,” Xiao inquired. “It’s fairly late.”

He wasn’t here to admonish you, though it sounded very much like it. With a playful grin, you smiled up at him from where you sat on the grass next to the bridge.

The way you carried yourself without a care in the world— it was almost endearing how you looked up at him with such fondness.

“Can I ask why you’re here of all places?”

Your nimble fingers continued their work on the flowers you had in your lap, and you almost looked away bashfully. “I wanted to gaze at the stars for a bit,” you admitted sheepishly. “I finished my errands earlier, but then I ran into Mister Zhongli from the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and, well… The conversation went on for a while and we ended up here.”

Silently, Xiao took a seat next to you, eyeing the handful of glaze lilies that softly glowed on your lap.

“What did you talk about?” he inquired to fill the silence. He delicately twirled one of the glaze lilies between his gloved fingers.

“Oh… this and that,” you shrugged.

Xiao hummed in response, not wanting to pry into the conversation, until he felt the softness of petals brushing his forehead.

“Mister Zhongli… he showed me how to make this.” There was hesitation in your downcast eyes, and you peered up at him through your eyelashes. “Do you like it?”

“A crown of… glaze lilies,” Xiao noted slowly. Their soft fragrance was delicate and sweet, like the gentle presence of the moon. It reminded him of you. “I’m unfamiliar with mortal customs of exchanges. Is it an adeptal offering?”

You blinked, taken by surprise at the question before sputtering out in a fit of giggles.

“Oh– No, no! This is what we call a gift.”

Xiao furrowed his brows, taking in this vague description. “Hm… I see. What meaning does this gift have?”

You perched your chin on your finger, contemplating. The only ‘gifts’ adepti were familiar with were the offerings that few who went before them brought. Usually, an offering entailed the bargaining of a mortal’s wants and desires to come true. Selfish, wishes he was all too familiar with hearing often.

“Gifts are given to people you consider special,” you started. “To those people who are important to you, usually you put extra effort into the gift. Handmade gifts as well… embody special significance since they hold all the feelings poured into them to be given to your special person.”

The chirps of crickets and running water soothed over the momentary silence as he took in your explanation. Mortal customs were more emotionally driven than he once thought.

“I see. Then,” Xiao delicately tucked the glaze lily he held into your hair. “This is my small offering.”

The rose that dusted your cheeks as your grin lit up your features, it bloomed his chest with that foreign warmth. The weight of reciprocating the gesture without a second thought— he had just openly admitted to considering you a special person. It felt… right.

In the lateness of the cool night, you both sat side by side looking out at the display of glittering stars. He felt as your pulse would briefly quicken under his gloved hand whenever you stole a quick glance at him, and he would offer a gentle squeeze of reassurance in response. Curious, this human next to him— and yet he found himself enraptured by your simple presence.

Across the endless sky, you halted what you were idly chatting about as a speckle of light shot across the sky.

“A falling star… There’s rumors that making a wish on them will help it come true.” Xiao hummed in response, eyes closed in peaceful tranquility. “Hm…”

You pulled your knees closer to you as you contemplated your wish. Xiao watched you with one eye open, observing the way your features subtly scrunched up as you profoundly debated within you what your wish would be.

“So.”

“So?”

“What did you wish for?” Xiao asked quietly.

Mortal desires were usually the same. Wealth, power, lavish items— these wishes Xiao had heard of many times before. Yet—

“I wished…,” you scratched your cheek sheepishly. “I wished for a restful sleep.”

Your cheeks were quick to flush a deep crimson as you heard what sounded like a chuckle next to you. It dawned on you that you had never heard Xiao laugh until now. It was melodic, innocent.

“D-Don’t laugh!” you halfheartedly admonished with a playful huff. “Well, then— What’s your wish, Xiao?”

He pondered for a moment, closed his eyes and spoke soft as the flitting breeze.

“I wish to get to know you better.”

Perhaps he didn’t have all the right words at that moment, but he was bound to discover them sooner or later. Somehow, he was sure you would be the light that guided him the right way to go about these foreign feelings— feelings he was sure weren’t malignant, so he allowed them to persist.

These unsorted feelings for you... they weren’t getting in the way of anything. They were harmless, until proven otherwise.

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