#mmm lizards

[atomgecko]

🖤 Inktober Day 8: HIKE 🏜️

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Just a couple o' krooks 🐊🐊🐊

[darkopsiian]

thumbnail art for the Lizard Customizer mod

also here's all the lizard concept art:

[corviknight-appreciator]

Is there… a way to suggest to a pokemon that maybe they should get attached to someone else?

[nidotrans]

did I ever tell you guys bout the time I linaged 2 red lizards as survivor in subterranean

There’s me, getting fucked

[ohbuggy]

[tapakah0]

(runout of tags again I hate it here gotta bite the max ammount) #Also. I feel like Ward's perception of Oscar will be changing from now on #Yep. a bastard. a smart bastard. But let's be real. He can survive and get you out, follow him # Mhm. Cass I think I did mention that I was up for the story, because of what could possibly be in this story later # We reached the point where I open the door, close it from inside and throw the key in the window from 10th floor

Part 13 ;)

Oh no, they're roommates now?? Hope you're ready for the fluff, family dynamics, and chaos that follows~

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[skxrbrand]

He’s stuffing absolutely butchered corpses into his maw by the handful. Not hungry, per se, but what is consuming someone but yet another expression of dominance? 

[eomayas]

tell me a joke • hjs

pairing: husband!joshua x wife!reader, established relationship & parent au

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!!, fluff, slice of life, reader is jealous

synopsis: reader definitely isn't jealous when she sees her husband making another woman laugh, and she'd like to know what is so funny.

warnings: p in v, oral (f receiving), slight dom/sub dynamics, implied jealousy, joshua makes a bad joke (my bad).

a/n: i do think joshua is funny but for the purposes of this fic, reader doesn’t give him enough credit 😭😭 enjoy. this is sort of ass but yk.

your husband was funny, but he wasn’t that funny. your attention keeps being. pull from the group conversation you’re having, to your husband and another woman having a conversation a few feet away. you don’t have a problem with joshua talking to and with other women, you trust your husband and don’t feel threatened by other women. but, the amount of laughter you’ve heard come from her mouth in the last few minutes is enough to make your eyebrows raise and be curious as to when joshua picked up a side career as a comedian. again, he’s funny, but he is not that funny.

casting another glance in that direction, you take a notice of the hand she places on his arm and decide you’d like to hear some of the jokes he’s been telling, since he’s so funny. “hold on, i’ve got to go check on my husband,” you say to the group of women you’re currently talking to, downing the rest of the water in your cup and setting it down on the table. they all cast their eyes on joshua, a few of them snickering.

“do what you’ve got to do, girl,” you appreciate the support and start to make your way towards joshua until you are intercepted by tiny arms wrapping themselves around your legs.

“mama, we found a lizard!” your daughter shouts, bouncing on her feet. you look at her with big eyes and wide smile, bending down to pick her up and swoop her in your arms.

“really? was it a baby? or was it big?” you ask, carrying her over to joshua with you. it’s probably messed up to use your own daughter as a reason to interrupt your husband talking to another woman, but you don’t want to come off as jealous or clingy.

“mmm, in the middle. it was so cool, mommy! can i get one?” she asks, making you give her an absolutely not look. she pouts and gives you puppy eyes that always work on you, and sigh.

“let’s ask papa,” you say, sidling up next to joshua and interrupting the conversation. joshua looks over at you and your daughter and smiles a big smile, opening his arms to engulf the two of you in a hug. you feel a sense of relief wash over you, and you wish you didn’t because you really do trust joshua, you just don’t know the woman he’s talking with.

“ask me what?” he asks, a curious look on his face.

“oh, papa, can i get a lizard? please?” she begs, reaching for him. if anything, he was the one who would crack easiest out of the two of you. the moment she asks for anything, he usually says yes unless it’s extreme, but even then he’ll take it into consideration.

joshua flashes you a look of confusion and kisses your daughter on the cheek. “a lizard?”

“yes, papa, we just found one! oh, put me down please!” she struggles to get out of his grip until he sets her feet down on the ground, and she takes off running to go play with the other kids. you can help but laugh, your daughter being a ball of energy neither of you really know where to place.

“that girl, i tell you,” he chuckles, watching her run off and play with a look in his eye that breaks your heart in the best way. it’s the same look he had the first time he held her after you gave birth, one that lets you know that there’s nothing in this world that he loves more than being a father. “but hey, honey.” he says, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards him.

neither of you are too big on PDA, but you take the opportunity to kiss him, the hand that’s not holding onto his going to rest on his abdomen. when you two pull apart, he looks at you quizzically before remembering that you’re in front of company. “oh, minhee, this is my wife, y/n,” you give her a polite smile and extend your hand.

“hi, im yeji’s mom,” she says and you nod, the polite smile on your face. but you never drop joshua’s hand and he rubs the back of it with his thumb.

you decide that you’ve really seen enough and that it’s time for you to go back to the group you just came from. “well, it was nice to meet you!” you turn to your husband and kiss him on the cheek, your hand resting on his side. he can tell there’s something up, but he’s not sure what it is and knows it’s not the time to bring it up. he squeezes your hand before you slip away and out of his grasp, and makes a mental note to bring it up later.

slipping into bed, you pull on your glasses and pick up the book on your nightstand. you’re grateful for a calm and quiet night, your daughter having a sleepover with her cousins thus allowing you and joshua to have a night of uninterrupted sleep. your daughter is prone to waking up in the middle of the night, for a bad dream or otherwise, and ends up sleeping between the two of you more than half the time.

joshua comes out of the bathroom and shuts off the big light in the room, only leaving your lamps on the nightstands to illuminate the room. you look up from your page and give him a smile before going back to your novel. he hovers above his side of the bed for a second and you notice, ready to say something until he finally slips under the covers with you.

"hmm?" you hum, not looking up from the page you are currently reading. you can tell joshua has something to say, you know him too well, and he knows that you know him too well.

"it was a nice party, yeah?" you chuckle to yourself at the small talk. its his lead in, of course, to whatever is on his mind that he feels like he can't outright say.

"mhm. it was cute; minji had a lot of fun," you say. he makes a noise of agreement and then its quiet. you stop reading but keep your eyes trained on the page. he shifts in bed, and then a heavy hand is placed on your leg above the sheets. you feel its warmth all the same, and put your bookmark back into you book before placing it on your nightstand. "yes?"

joshua gives you a bashful smile and lightly shakes his head. "what was that earlier?" he questions, cheeks lightly dusted with a cute blush. you pretend like you don't know exactly what he is referring to, and furrow your eyebrows and ask him, "what as what earlier?"

he chuckles and lets out a sigh, gently patting your thigh. "oh, you're cute," he says, lolling his head to the side and looking up at you, an amused expression on his face. he knows you too well. "were you j- don't say it!" you cut him off and gently hit him across his stomach. he knows you hate that word, hate it being used in reference to your personality or behavior especially.

joshua captures your hand and brings it up to his mouth and places a kiss on the back of it. you watch him and let out a sigh through your nose. "I wasn't jealous," you state, but even you know that isn't entirely true. "I just wanted to know when you got so funny." you state. joshua laughs in mild confusion and sits up against the headboard.

"i'm always funny."

"no, you're not. but I love you anyway," you say, gently pinching his cheek. he rolls his eyes and pushes your hand away and you laugh. "if you're so funny, tell me a joke."

"you want to hear a joke?"

"if you're as funny as you and minhee seem think, yeah."

he smiles at you and squeezes your hand. "okay, i'll tell you a joke," joshua starts. you raise your eyebrows in anticipation. joshua presses a long kiss to your cheek, clearly stalling and further proving your point. "okay, i've got one." he says against your skin, gently dragging his teeth against your jaw.

"shoot."

he rolls on top of you and tugs you down flat onto your pillow. he kisses your neck, right under your jaw and then moves to the column of your throat. "what do you call a wet plain?" he mutters, mouth moving down to your collarbones as one of his hands skates up the side of your thigh and underneath your short, silk nightdress.

"a wet plain?" you question as his mouth skates across the tops of your breasts. he hums and hooks his fingers in the band of your underwear and pulls them down to your knees. "what?" you gasp when joshua drags two fingers up your folds, collecting your wetness and spreading it around your clit, making you twitch and knees press together.

joshua flicks his eyes up to meet your own and gives you a knowing look. flushing, you tell him the joke sucks, and let out a loud gasp when he disappears underneath the covers and attaches his lips to your clit. he suckles on your nub and yanks your underwear down the rest of your legs. "j-josh! fuck!" you cry ripping off your reading glasses and pushing the blanket down to rest on the back of his neck. your husband licks up between your folds before pushing his tongue into you hole, making you gasp and arch your back off the bed. sheets get crumpled beneath your hands and your thighs try to lock around his head, but joshua forces your legs open and uses his shoulders to keep you spread out for him.

your hips buck up into his face as he laps at you, sucking and licking at every inch of you. with each whimper and moan from you, joshua grows painfully more hard. his dick aches in his pants, desperately wanting to be free and buried inside of you. "o-oh, f-fuck! joshua, fuck!" you shriek. he knows your body like the back of his hand, understands what every whimper, gasp, and moan means. it all encourages him to keep going, but he knows that you are close.

joshua inserts two fingers inside of you and curls them upwards and attaches his mouth around your clit again. he fucks his fingers into you and you cry out his name, thrashing on the bed above him. your entire body feels hot and sweat coats you face, neck, and chest with a light sheen.

"im g-gonna cum!" you yelp, hips bucking up into his face. joshua continues to suckle on you clit and move his fingers in and out of you, pushing into that spongy spot inside. your vision goes spotty as the coil in the pit of your stomach snaps and brings you to your release. joshua slurps up your juices in an attempt to get every drop. you lie above him with your eyes closed as you try to regain your breath, your chest rising and falling like you've just ran a marathon. "shit." you breathe out, followed by a small whimper when he pulls his fingers out of you.

you crack an eye open when you feel joshua move from between you legs and sit on his knees above you. he places his fingers in his mouth and sucks your arousal off and shoves his other hand down his pants to stroke his aching cock. "fuck," he hisses, eyebrows furrowing as he shamelessly pumps his own cock in front of you. "baby, i need to fuck you." he says, his voice full of lust and desire.

"then fuck me," you say, pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth. you fully open your eyes to watch him pull off his pants and boxers to let his dick spring free. the tip is red and swollen, and pre-cum leaks out of it.

"i love, you know," he rasps, grabbing your left leg. he kisses the inside of your ankle before draping it over his shoulder and doing the same to your right. "does this feel alright?" he asks, fingertips mindlessly stroking you skin softly.

you nod and reply, "i know." to his previous statement. he kisses your knee and lets go of one of your thighs to grab onto his cock to line it up with your entrance. "i love you, too."

he smiles at you and leans down to kiss you on the lips, and to test if folding you in half is uncomfortable. when you don't make a sound of discomfort, he pulls back and starts to push his cock forward into you. when he presses the tip in, your mouth falls open in a silent gasp. he presses in a few more inches then stops to let you adjust to the stretch, but he doesn't give you long before he starts moving in and out. "fuck, you're tight," he grunts. you involuntarily clench around him and he lets out a harsh breath. "shit."

"more, joshie," you whine, grabbing a fistful of the sheets. joshua drops his head and speeds up his thrusts, groaning every time he pushes into you. you pant out his name and squeeze your eyes shut.

with every thrust into you, it feels like he’s knocking the air from your lungs. he’s reaching deep inside of you, hitting spots that have you seeing stars. “fuck, baby, i-i love you,” he grunts, pushing your legs closer to your chest. “and i love this perfect pussy.” you sob out his name, legs shaking on his shoulders.

“shua, i-i cant t-take it!” you cry out, clenching around him each time he pushes into you. that familiar knot forms in your stomach and grows tighter and tighter each second.

“i’m close too, baby,” his hips lose rhythm as he slams into you harder than he previously was, each thrust punctuated by a swear. “fuck, i’m close. fuck!”

moments later, you’re coming for the second time and he follows seconds behind you, filling you up and stuffing you full of his seed. he stays still inside of you, keeping his cum from spilling out of you. “i love you,” you pant, legs feeling like jelly when you try to move them off of his shoulders. joshua kisses you calf and gently takes your legs down onto the bed but keeps himself stuffed inside of you. “so much.” you add, reaching out to him. joshua leans down and captures you lips in a kiss. the movement makes his hips rock into you and you gasp against his mouth, hands splaying across his broad back. you can feel his love with the way he holds you, with the desire he kisses you with.

pulling back from your lips, you whimper when he moves inside of you again and he only winks at you before pulling his cock out of you. melting against the mattress is practically what happens, and he falls into place next to you. he grabs your hand and strokes the back of it with his thumb. “you don’t have to worry, y/n,” his voice is soft and makes you feel warm all over.

“i know. it was stupid,” you say, turning your head to look at him. he leans towards you and kisses your forehead. “i just wanted to laugh too.” you add pettily. joshua chuckles and sighs, rolling you onto your side and tugging your backside into his front.

“wanna hear another joke?” he mumbles into your ear, the arm that he’s laying on coming up to cup your breast in his hand while the other skates up your nightdress. soft sighs leave your mouth when he squeezes your boob and tweaks your nipple through the thin fabric.

“s-sure,” you breathe when his hand slips between your thighs. the setup and pun is lost on you, and you’re not sure if it’s better than the first because he buries two fingers inside of you and yanks the top of your dress down to let your breasts spill free. bad jokes be damned, he makes you cum two more times—once on his fingers and the second on his cock, your throat scratchy from crying out his name.

joshua may not make you laugh with his jokes, but he knows how to fuck you just right.

[hemipenal-system]

underrated dragon design is "monitor lizard with wings" in my opinion. mmm big poisonous vaguely unsettling looking lizard

[endless-ineffabilities]

Chemical Override (bonus chapter three) - In the Modern World

Ewan Mitchell x actress!reader

a/n: I knew I wanted to do a fun bonus chapter after part seven, but I wasn't sure what about. Then came this music video, with this feral slimey cat, and the rest is history. Not to mention this brilliant anon further fueled the idea for the plot!

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Seems so hard just to be If it matters You complete me 🦎

This is set between part two and part three of the story. Right after the rumours of the reader with Jacob surface and she clarifies to Ewan that it's all just PR, and before he gets boozy and sends the voicemail.

Ewan

Martin’s room is typical of any unemployed and aimless outcast in their late 20s. Particularly, one with a penchant for conspiracy theories, reptilian critters, diorama building, and surface-level anarchy. 

“So he’s just like a regular guy,” Ewan jokes, making the director Luna laugh. 

“Sure, I bet this is how your own room is like back in… Derby, was it?”

“Yeah,” Ewan nods. “I actually have a place here in London now, too. The room is the same. But I’ve got more than one lizard.”

“Good one, mate,” she claps him on the back, before walking further into the room. She stops in front of the craggly stands that Martin passes off a workstation. “Here is where he keeps his pets. As you know, he’s got spiders, iguanas, and the rogue chinchilla.”

“Look at that little guy,” Ewan stoops down to inspect the grey rodent. “You lost there, buddy?”

“That one is our cameraman Eddie’s,” she remarks. “The bugs - we borrowed from the local habitat. All under code, of course.”

“Mmm,” he looks around the room. Maroon sheets, used up art supplies like glue and various unclean brushes, pieces of silver wire, old cables, duct tape, painted figurines, a scattering of old tickets for an underground fighting ring. Propped up on the headboard of his bed is a stolen street sign. On the wall is an assortment of posters - some of bands, some of comic strips, but mainly just scraps of art Martin finds from the internet. A rabid dog with its teeth bared. Grotesque humanoid figures. 

Standard, regular pictures. 

“You like the posters?” Luna notices him perusing the wall. “You know, I had the idea of incorporating something you like here. Maybe a band or… you like Metallica, I heard?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, I love them. So I get to choose a poster that would fit Martin?”

“Sure,” she shrugs. “Something that represents both yourself and Martin, why not? Make up a backstory for it. It can be anything you set your mind to, really. Let’s start with - what would you have on your wall?”

He considers just taking her up on her suggestion of Metallica, maybe a live image of the band in their 2009 Mexico show. But he didn’t want to settle on that idea just yet. What is he fixated on at the moment? What film, what song, what popular character…

Then it strikes him, causing the blood to rise to the surface of his pale cheeks. Of course. There is you. 

But if he props up a full-blown image of you, just you, maybe from a photoshoot or a candid photograph, would that be too much? Would he be crossing the line?

Last he heard from you, he found out that the supposed relationship you have with Jacob Elordi is but a ruse for the sake of publicity. Thank the gods, as Aegon screamed before Aemond set him ablaze. 

But in this instance, Ewan’s relief is not entirely unfounded. You aren’t with anyone. He knows he should make a move, a proper one, and not just drop hints of his admiration in interviews like the one he just did for Vanity Fair. But what can he do? You’re all the way across the Atlantic, far from his desperate reach. 

As selfish as it sounds, he couldn’t bear the thought of hearing you’re with someone else and knowing it’s true. The confession is yet to stumble out of him, but he knew he was already yours. 

He calls you whenever he can, whenever he misses you, which is quite often, as evidenced by the lengthy log of long-distance calls on his phone, from England to America. 

“What about something House of the Dragon related?” he asks. “Could serve as a nice easter egg for the fans, if they see this.” 

“I don’t see why not? If you can convince us of Martin’s motivation for it, of why he would put that poster on his wall, then we can add it right away.”

He smiles shyly, glancing down at his sneakers. He knows his own motivation for putting your image up on his wall, but what about Martin’s? He tests some ideas out, gauging Luna’s reaction, “What if he’s a sci-fi, fantasy fanatic? If he’s a devout follower of George RR Martin, and so… naturally, he had a look at House of the Dragon as well?”

She purses her lips, tilting her head in thought. “That’s something right there, yeah. But we kind of saw him as being against television, you know? Against popular media in general, and he's a guy with an affinity for obscure dark video games and comic books.”

“Hmm, yeah, yeah,” he does his best to form the proposition in his mind. How does he offer the suggestion without being too obvious? “So what if, you know, he happened to see this one character in the show, and he’s just enamoured with them for some reason? This makes it remarkable, because he does admire her, but as an act of rebellion, he still doesn’t watch the show and only bothers himself with her scenes and the art style to her character, and - ”

“Wait, her?” Luna smiles, her confusion dwindling. She’s heard the rumours. Or fan theories. Or whatever the kids call it nowadays. She hasn’t been living under a rock, and Ewan definitely hasn’t kept mum about his crush either. 

“Yeah,” he scratches the back of his neck, unable to look her directly in the eye, “I was thinking of having a poster for a character from the show.”

“I thought you wanted a poster of a dragon or something,” she jokes. “So, which character? Apologies, I’m not too familiar with a lot of them.” Ewan would recognise the knowing glint in her gaze, if he wasn’t too busy pretending to inspect a scrap of faux moldy wallpaper sticking out of the wall. Set design really outdid themselves in the details, all to give the impression that Martin is a negligent slob.

“Uhhm,” he dithers, a crooked smile breaking out despite him chewing on his bottom lip, “she’s, uhhh, one of the new characters this season.”

“Oh?” she plays along, nodding, “Which one? From what I saw, there’s two camps, right? And your camp is green, is she in that?”

“No, actually,” he shakes his head, “she’s in the opposing team, you could say.”

“That’s interesting,” she nods, slowly, trying to encourage him to simply spit it out. “You know, Ewan, mate, if you don’t actually tell me which character you want to put up, then this poster idea isn’t going to work out.”

His gaze snaps back to her, and he awkwardly titters under his breath. “Right, right. Uhhm, she’s called Alyna… Alyna Rivers.”

Luna’s mouth forms an O, as if she’s enjoying this little gotcha moment. She realises that Ewan, while reserved, wears his heart on his sleeve. What a lucky girl you are. 

“And… why would Martin want her specifically up on his wall?” 

The emphasis on Martin came off as superficial, her tone humorous, leading Ewan to believe that she actually pertains to him and not the character.

“He might see her as some sort of muse, you know… she’s a fighter, she’s got a fire in her…”

“And he’s got a crush on her.”

“Oh… well…”

“He likes her.”

“Uhhh… yeah I guess…”

“You guess?” she raises her eyebrows, grinning, “come on Ewan, what does Martin feel about her?”

“She’s his… his ray of light,” he decides. “His world is a mess. He’s lost. His one release entails getting beat up bloody every other day. But the idea of her is his beacon of hope. Untainted, you know. She’s… she’s perfect. She wouldn’t hurt him like the rest of the world already has.”

Luna nods in understanding, satisfied. She casually slings an arm over his shoulder, then says, “You know something, mate? That sounds a lot more than a crush to me.”

“Mmm,” he smiles, agreeing, the welcome image of you flooding his mind like always, “it sure does.”

The entire cast and crew for In the Modern World have the subsequent three days to accomplish filming.

Ewan sits in the makeup trailer, awaiting his cue, his vision now impaired by the unkempt strands of his long black wig. Spiky grunge cuffs decorate his wrists. He wears an ill-fitting pair of jeans and a t-shirt, the costume for the first scene to be filmed. 

He has already gone through the process of trying to get in Martin’s head, seeing what makes him tick, what drives his actions, priming himself to jump inside his skin. He’s ready. At this point during filming, he has the habit of eliminating any distraction to maintain focus, and his phone is tucked inside his backpack on airplane mode. 

Defying his routine, he retrieves his phone, nervous fingers clicking away until they land on your contact. He hovers over the voice call option, opting at the last second to do a video call instead. 

The front camera turns on, catching him off guard with how messy he appears. Maybe this was not the best idea, he falters, what am I doing? I’m gonna scare her off.

“Ewan?” It’s too late to change his mind when your cheerful voice answers, your expression curious and inviting. His ray of light. “Is that you?”

He timidly brushes his hair - his wig - away from his face. “Hello, darling. I thought I’d ring you for a second.”

You laugh openly, drawing your face closer to your phone to get a better look at him, “Are you shooting the music video right now? Oh my god, look at you!”

He smiles sheepishly, teeth clamping over his bottom lip. “What do you think?”

“Wow,” you shake your head, the sunlight reflecting on your face from wherever you are. Likely walking around outside the studio, as he spots the white buildings in the background. “You look so… cool. This is like Aemond in the modern world, rebelling against his mother with the help of cheap hair dye.”

He appreciates your clever assessment, feeling much better about himself. “Don’t I look shabby?”

“Ewan,” you click your tongue, “judging by what you told me about your character, I think you’re supposed to look shabby.”

You’re right. He shakes his head, mostly at himself, for being so concerned if you still find him attractive even in this get-up.

“I feel like Kirk Hammett. Very rock n’ roll.”

You smirk, “I’d say this is your hottest look yet.”

He blushes profusely. You think he looks hot. It may just be a passing quip, a casual thing to say, but it has him in a grip. His reaction would nearly rival that of Martin’s, who would probably jump right on to making a mini-figurine of Alyna. After just a single interaction with you, Martin would probably spend the next few weeks occupied with objectionable fantasies. You and him, rolling around in the car. Only, car jitsu wouldn’t be the physical activity at play. 

Ewan shifts in his seat, adjusting his trousers. In the end, he’s no better than Martin after all. 

“Ewan?”

“Oh sorry, darling, I was just - ”

“I said that I have to go back inside,” you say, “I do appreciate your call, though.”

His face falls, despite the fact that he has to be on set soon anyway. “Of course, darling, go ahead.”

“Kick some ass for me?”

For you? Anything. “You got it, baby.” The name jumps out of him before he can stop himself, and he justifies it as a ‘Martin’ reaction. He’s in character, isn’t he?

You roll your eyes. It is your turn to blush and fail at hiding it, and you do. “Okay, rockstar. Talk to you soon, okay?”

“Okay,” he says, then adds, “Wait!”

You raise your phone again. “Oh, what is it?”

“I, uhhh, I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” you smile, and he commits the image to memory. This moment is his, just his; Martin can bloody wait. 

Martin

Martin throws himself down on his bed, limbs limp and flailing about. It must have been the hundredth time for that afternoon -  getting up, rolling back on the mattress, prodding his pets, jumping around the room to incoherent punk music, cigarettes burning out between his chapped lips. 

He has nothing to do today, not until it’s time. Just like every other day, every other week, in this drudgery of an existence. Everything means nothing, and the twisted truth of it is that he thinks himself free. 

Free of the cycle. Free of meaningless friendships. Free of love. Free of her.

The ghost of his ex-lover still haunts him, golden haired and rosy-cheeked, bundled up in her puffy coat like some cheap caricature of an angel. But she was no angel. Angels would not abandon someone they claim to love, with a mere snap of their manicured fingers. 

But she haunts him. What they had, and what they could have had. Was it even his? Would it have come out with a thin sprig of dark curls? He did not care to know now. 

She was his everything once. But isn’t that overrated? Falling in love is so overrated. 

His fingers clumsily mess with the controls for his toy helicopter as he lays down. The apparatus hovers above head, filling the room with a buzzing noise. His lit cigarette stumbles from his lips, and the noise is joined with his frantic, fuck, fuck, fuck, as he tries to shake it out of his hair. He succeeds, but the helicopter teeters in the air, until it slams against the poster of Alyna Rivers displayed over his headboard.

He lets it fall, becoming distracted with her image. It’s a promotional still of her in her complete hunting attire - a fitted leather jerkin over a dark red tunic, tight breeches tucked into knee-high boots, a dagger sheathed in her belt. But his favourite addition is the longbow she grips in her hand, her fierce expression making it known that she is prepared to draw it back at a moment’s notice. 

Martin gets on his knees on the bed. He kisses two fingers, then gently touches them to her poster in a gesture of reverence. 

If only…

“Good morrow, my lady,” he says in a sing-song voice, “always a pleasure to come upon your visage.”

He leans closer, tracing her figure with precision, “I bet you can fix me. I bet you can make me feel alive.” 

He chases after euphoria that night, over and over, fucked up and depraved and empty. But it hits different this time. It’s better.

As white spots flicker and dance in his vision, and the fog in his mind threatens to swallow everything, it’s not the vision of his ex that flashes before him - it’s Alyna he sees. 

Her face is sharp and real, cutting through the haze like a beacon. She holds him together as exhaustion takes over him and the oxygen is slowly cut off from his windpipe. She anchors him, even on the precipice of oblivion.

The opponent is alarmed by Martin’s eyes rolling back revealing the whites of his eyes. He loosens his hold, letting go even if Martin refuses to tap out. 

“Fuck, you alright?” he rasps. 

Martin doesn’t hear him. His bloodstained, cracked lips curl into a ghost of a smile as his hand trembles, reaching out to press against the fogged-up windshield. 

With a fragile sense of peace, he murmurs, “You fixed me.”

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Some notes in the margins...

I know I said I would include the reader's reaction to the music video, but I decided to use the time to work on part eight... I still might get to writing this idea as a drabble though 🤷🏻‍♀️

Not Ewan having beef with his own character HAHAHA this lad I swear

Part eight out very, very soon! It'll be a wild ride. Oh, I'm not even kidding :)

[zhongrin]

𒆙 morax

part 6/8 of ⎡∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺⎦, a zhongli 2023 birthday event

© zhongrin | 2023  ✼  no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡

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“𝓁ord morax! must you keep branding me with these marks?!”

morax blinked owlishly as you barged into his little office. he would have immediately beheaded others who would dare act so boorish, but your presence - nevermind the fact you were glaring at him - would always be welcomed into even the most private corners of his life, so he merely leaned back on his golden throne, abandoning the papers waiting for his approval as he gazed at you like you were the whole universe. his cor lapis-lined tail coiling behind the chair thumped lightly on the ground as he spotted the tokens he had so graciously placed on your skin.

“…. yes?”

the honest answer seemed to have made you double back. you could tell from his clueless expression that he bore no remorse for his actions.

“i must beseech you to restrain yourself. the adepti dare not even raise their heads when i talk to them!“

“but… unlike minerals and other inorganic materials, your skin heals, so naturally i must renew the imprints every now and then. i cannot fathom what made you so displeased? i have taken precautions so the process would be enjoyable to you at the very least… or are you saying that the act was not pleasurable for you after all?”

you had to resist the urge to facepalm, but you couldn’t help the natural reaction of your cheeks starting to sizzle with warmth. morax’s gentle smile lilted into a slightly cheeky grin, and he beckoned you to come over. you both praised and berated yourself inwardly when you obeyed his command like a faithful pup, knowing to seat yourself on his lap.

“are you not proud to bear the proof that you are mine, my dear? if it truly upsets you, i… will try my best to reign in my instincts. but you know how i always seem to lose myself in the heat of the moment…,” his kisses journeyed from your temple down your neck and shoulder, a silent plea for leniency.

it would have been a sweet and innocent gesture if his hands hadn’t wandered above your silken robes.

“my lord….”

“mmm… i’m sorry, darling, it’s the dragon instincts,” he nuzzled lovingly onto the junction of your neck, and you quickly felt both the heat and his arousal rise. quite literally, that was. “your smell mixed with mine is just too tantalizing to ignore. to illustrate, would you be able to pass by a banquet full of your favored delicacies without salivating?”

“perhaps not, but i would be able to refrain from devouring the whole banquet like some greedy buffoon,” you faked a reprimanding tone, eyebrows raised.

“which proves that you are, in some ways, stronger than me,” his arms tightened around you, geo-lined appendages sneakily slipping beneath your garment to rub your inner thighs, before trailing over your dampened underwear, “though it seems to me that you’re putting up a front…”

you were torn between rolling your eyes or blushing in embarrassment, “perish the salacious thoughts. i came straight from the bedchambers, my lord.”

“ah, so these are both your arousal and the remnants of our passionate love last night? how delightful. no wonder you smell like the most fragrant and mouthwatering delicacy in the whole teyvat,” he pressed his lips on one of the hickeys, staring in contemplation at your body nestled on his lap, an idea brewing like the freshest tea in his mind, “say, darling… i know you’re tired, but won’t you at least let this lovestruck lizard steal a morsel from the figurative banquet? just a little arrangement to tide me over until the moon graces our nation.”

“….. i will consider your proposal; enlighten me.”

you really, really should have thought twice about making contracts with a dragon.

seated snugly on top of your beloved’s lap after he had - far too easily, much to his delight and your fervent embarrassment - eased you onto his cocks, his non-dominant hand poised to lightly rub your abdomen, right on the bulge indicating the way he was all nestled inside your tight heat. his other hand had long since left your hip and was in the process of writing some kind paperwork to ensure the construction of what shall be a prosperous harbor sometime in the far future would be going smoothly — or something along that line. he might have sort of meandered about it as he worked, but alas, you were too distracted to actually listen to his words, clenching and squirming like a bunny in heat instead.

morax hummed. momentarily, he set his pen down against the polished sandbearer wood of his desk. his slender fingers reached up to lightly brush and wrap around your throat. your breath hitched, heart soaring like a hummingbird, cunt trembling. he wasn’t even putting any pressure ー just a light touch. a warning. and yet the message was there; even more pronounced with the verbal warning whispered right beside your ear.

"mind your manners, darling."

you nodded with a whimper, gulping and feeling his fingers lightly caressing your pulse point before they detached themselves from your heated skin to curl elegantly around the pen once more. the deity resumed talking as if whatever happened was a delusional wet dream you conjured out of desperation this fine afternoon, but this time, you ceased squirming. he gave you a soft kiss on your nape as a reward. pride permeated your veins, your eyelashes fluttering and fists clenching in an attempt to control yourself.

"not to fret, your patience will be rewarded," he purred, deep and velvety and smooth, his breath tickling your skin, burning your nerves and sending your arousal lurching. perhaps you should have begged for him to relent to his depraved desires and devour the whole banquet instead.

the hand on your tummy trailed upwards to settle on your chest, palming idly before rolling a painfully hard nipple between the calloused pads of his fingers, the gentle movement a complement to the cold sensation of his rings pressing onto soft, sensitive flesh. sparks bloomed like fireworks and slick trickled down your stuffed pussy. yet still, you obeyed with trembling thighs; the only body part moving being your walls, squeezing around his cock, wishing for it to move and bully your sweetest spots with hard and precise series ofー

"so well behaved for me...."

you swore you heard him chuckle.

"my good mate."

he graciously bestowed you a new mark on your neck and a teasing little thrust, just enough for the two heads to peck your cervix like a teasing lover, savoring the enchanting wail falling from your lips.

“oh, this archon can’t wait to utterly ruin you tonight.”

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[fatkish]

Y/n x Kimetsu no Yaiba

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(Y/n and Tanjiro are tied up in front of the Hashira at the trial)

Y/n: *wiggles their arms loose and frees them* haha! I’m free!

Goto: how did you get free?

Y/n: you really should have checked my pockets cause I’ve got…. *reaches into their pocket and pulls their hand out raising it into the air, stops to put their hand down to look at what’s in their hand*

Y/n: I’ve got a barnacle! *raises their hand in the air*

——————————————————————————

(Y/n is hanging out with Zenitsu and they are trying to draw each other’s portraits)

Zenitsu: *holds up a decent drawing of y/n* here’s my drawing of you, y/n

Y/n: oh wow, that’s really good

Zenitsu: *blushes* you think so

Y/n: yup

Zenitsu: can I see your’s

Y/n: mmm… I think I’m gonna give up, I’m having a hard time

Zenitsu: oh, let me see

Y/n: *shows him a drawing of Zenitsu with a blurry face behind him* I’m having difficulties drawing the person behind you

Zenitsu: *screams and looks behind him* there’s no one there!

——————————————————————————

(In the aftermath of a battle, y/n’s foot has been severed. They lay recovering in the butterfly estate)

Sanemi: I can’t believe you lost a foot

Y/n: I didn’t lose it

Sanemi: what are you talking about! You’re missing your goddamn right foot!

Y/n: no I’m not!

Sanemi: yes you are! Look! *pulls up blanket to show off y/n’s stump* see! No foot

Y/n: but it’s not gone…. It’s right here *pulls their severed foot out from under their shirt with a smile*

Sanemi: why the hell do you have it?

Y/n: well I couldn’t just leave a piece of me behind *rubs the severed foot*

Y/n: you want to touch it? *holds their severed foot out to Sanemi*

Sanemi: ah hell no!

——————————————————————————

(Giyuu is introducing y/n to the Hashiras)

Giyuu: *sees y/n and recognizes the look in their eyes* don’t do it

Y/n: *looking at Gyomei* well slap my ass and call me spanky, hello there handsome

Giyuu: what is wrong with you

——————————————————————————

(After the battle in the entertainment district)

Y/n: *running up to Tengen and his wives* Tengen! Hey Tengen!

Tengen: oh y/n

Y/n: *holding their hands behind their back* guess what I found

Tengen: my swords?

Y/n: your hand! *holds out Tengen’s severed hand* can I keep it? Or do you want it back?

Tengen: what am I going to do with it? Why do you want it?

Y/n: *shrugs*

——————————————————————————

(Rengoku and Tengen are staring at y/n)

Tengen: what the hell is that

Y/n: *holding a giant lizard* it’s my new friend!

Rengoku: are you sure it’s not dangerous

Y/n: oh it’s fine…*gets bitten*

Y/n: *running around with the lizard biting them* he’s biting me! He’s biting me!

——————————————————————————

(Y/n and Tengen are at Kyojuro’s house and have challenged him to drink a smoothie made from ingredients he picks while he’s blindfolded)

Y/n: *holding a pickle* yes or no Kyo?

Kyojuro: yes!

Y/n: *puts pickle in blender*

Tengen: *holding a jar of mayonnaise* yes or no?

Kyojuro: no

Y/n: *holding a jar of peanut butter* yes or no

Kyojuro: yes

Y/n: *adds a few spoonfuls of peanut butter to the blender*

Tengen: *holding a carrot* yes or no

Kyojuro: yes

Tengen: *puts carrot in blender*

Y/n: *holding a large spicy pepper* yes or no

Kyojuro: yes

Y/n: *drops pepper in blender*

Tengen: *holding an orange* yes or no

Kyojuro: yes

Tengen: *puts peeled orange in blender and turns it on*

Y/n: okay Kyo, you can remove the blindfold

Tengen: *hands Kyojuro the smoothie* bottoms up

Kyojuro: this does not look appetizing *takes a sip*

Kyojuro: why is it spicy? *takes another sip*

Kyojuro: i don’t think i like this *takes another sip*

Tengen: then why do you keep drinking it

Kyojuro: I have to be sure

——————————————————————————

(Y/n has convinced all the Hashira to play the tortilla challenge. Everyone has taken a sip of water and is holding the water in their cheeks. They all stand in a circle holding a tortilla, they will each take turns slapping someone with the tortilla and whoever laughs loses. Kagaya and his family are overseeing the game.)

Kagaya: you may begin

Sanemi: *slaps Giyuu with a tortilla*

Giyuu: *No reaction*

Mitsuri: *tries not to laugh*

Obanai: *also slaps Giyuu with a tortilla*

Giyuu: *no reaction*

Mitsuri: *trying harder not to laugh*

Tengen: *smacks Kyojuro with tortilla*

Kyojuro: *smiles best he can*

Kyojuro: *smacks Sanemi with a tortilla*

Sanemi: *face angry and about to explode*

Y/n: *smiles best they can and smacks Sanemi with their tortilla*

Sanemi: *is so close to bursting*

Gyomei: *swings his tortilla at Tengen and misses making his tortilla go flying like a frisbee*

Mitsuri: *spits out her water as she laughs*

(Nichika and her sister have been giving Kagaya a play by play the entire time, relaying what happens)

Kagaya: Mitsuri is out

Mitsuri: *hands Gyomei her tortilla since his went flying*

Muichiro: *slaps Sanemi with his tortilla*

Sanemi: *trying to hard to hold it together*

Giyuu: *slaps Sanemi with his tortilla*

Sanemi: *spits his water out* alright that’s it! *begins trying to fight Giyuu*

Kagaya: remember children, this is a friendly game, and Sanemi is out

Shinobu: *smiles and tries to slap Tengen with her tortilla but she’s too short and slips*

Tengen: *spits out his water laughing*

Kagaya: Tengen is out

Obanai: *slaps Giyuu with his tortilla*

Giyuu: *doesn’t react*

Kyojuro: *slaps Gyomei with his tortilla*

Gyomei: *doesn’t react*

Y/n: *purposefully trips and slaps themselves with their tortilla*

Kyojuro: *bursts out laughing*

Shinobu: *chokes on her water from chuckling*

Kagaya: Shinobu and Kyojuro are out

Gyomei: *slaps Obanai with his tortilla whilst crying*

Obanai: *doesn’t react*

Muichiro: *slaps y/n with his tortilla*

Y/n: *doesn’t react*

Giyuu: *slaps Obanai with his tortilla*

Obanai: *is getting pissed*

Obanai: *slaps Giyuu back*

Giyuu: *doesn’t react*

Y/n: *slaps Muichiro with their tortilla*

Muichiro: *No reaction*

Gyomei: *tries to slap Muichiro with a tortilla but misses and accidentally slaps Giyuu in the face with his hand instead*

Muichiro: *spits his water out* what are we doing again?

Kagaya: muichiro is out

Giyuu: *slaps Gyomei with his tortilla*

Gyomei: *no reaction*

Obanai: *slaps y/n with his tortilla*

Y/n: *smiles and retaliates by slapping his ass with the tortilla*

Obanai: *spits his water out* is that even allowed?

Kagaya: technically there are no rules against it so Obanai is out

Gyomei: *slaps Giyuu with his tortilla*

Giyuu: *doesn’t react*

Giyuu: *slaps y/n with his tortilla*

Y/n: *doesn’t react*

Y/n: *slaps Gyomei with their tortilla*

Gyomei: *no reaction*

Gyomei: *goes to slap y/n with his tortilla but misses cause he underestimated their height and hits them with his wrist in their chest*

Y/n: *spits out their water as they clutch their stomach*

Giyuu: *spits out his water* y/n, are you okay?

Y/n: yup

Kagaya: and there we have it, Gyomei is the winner.

Gyomei: y/n are you sure you’re alright? I’m very sorry for hitting you, I didn’t mean to

Y/n: it’s fine

——————————————————————————

[fantasyqueen502]

Officer O’Hara

Rated: PG

Word count: 950

Summery: Officer O'Hara hates spider-man, but doesn't know she's married to him.

“You're under arrest!” An officer barks, her gun raised and aimed at the luchador's skull, glaring at her. She steels her nerves, meeting the eyes that were concentrated on hog-tying an unconscious Lizard with its own tail. 

“I think the words you are looking for are 'thank you,'” the man says, speaking through a voice distorter. 

She maintains her distance. “Nueva York police department, you are under arrest for tampering, vigilantism, battery, bodily assault, and contaminating and jeopardizing numerous crime signs.” She lists. 

“I thought we had something, Officer L/N.” 

“And getting on my damn nerves. It's officer O'Hara now,” she corrects. 

“Is that against the law?” He quips. 

Gripping the walkie, pinned over her heart. “I need...” she managed only three syllables. And that's being generous before an electric hiss sliced the air, a force shoving her into a far wall. The wind knocked out of her two more zips, sound bright red webs pinning her hands to the brick. 

"Awww, we can't have our fun now that you're off the market.” He whines. 

“You're gonna pay for this. You hear me. There are consequences. You can’t continue evading the law---mmm.” Webbing glues her mouth shut.

“Till next time, officer O'hara,” he chirps. 

“Congratulations to the new beau.” He swings off. 

“You look like a chipmunk, mommy.” Gabriella observes. 

Her cheeks and lips are red and puffy. One hand holding an ice pack to her left cheek. 

“And you will be too if you don't finish your peas.” 

“I did.” She points at her empty plate with her fork. 

The mom lifts the plate, revealing a grouping of peas hidden under it. Using a butter knife, she slid them back into the plate, placing them before her. Gabriella pouts, slouching back in her seat, kicking her feet in a mild tantrum. “But I don't wanna!” She whales. “They’re yucky.” 

“Finish your dinner, and you'll get a slice of tres leche cake, Daddy made.'' She coos cleaning the dishes. Holding the ice pack with her shoulder. 

“With strawberries,” she mumbles.

“And raspberries,” she nods, smiling to herself, seeing the reflection in the window of Gabriella begrudgingly eating her peas. 

“I'm home!” Calls from the front door.

“Kitchen!” She returns.

“Ow.” She yelps as her husband sneaks a kiss on her cheek. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, looking to get a good look at her face. “Did adhesive solvent help?” He asks. He had received a slurry of texts while at work about the situation. Trying the call only to be declined until she sent him a selfie of herself. Red webbing covered her from below her nose to her chin. 

“Yes, but my face is now burning from scrubbing it raw,” she groans. 

“I'm sorry, honey.” Placing a kiss on her forehead. 

“Another reason to the list to keep myself restrained from wringing that thick neck.” She grits out

“Why do you not like Spider-Man, mommy?” She mumbles while taking a break from her peas. “He's so cool and saves people like you, mommy.” 

“That's right.” 

“No, honey.” 

The couple looks at each other. 

“He didn't go to school like mommy did, followed the rules, and not just swing around as I pleased and assault an officer. Me!” 

“But he's a good guy. He even wears your colors.” 

“Why are you defending him?” 

“I'm just playing devil's advocate.” He holds his hands up. 

“Finished!!!” Exclaimed the young girl. “Cake, now.” 

“Dinner’s in the microwave,” she sighs before leaving the kitchen.

Reading and rereading the same line from her tablet of a book she downloaded a while ago but never got the time to finish, thanks to life. 

Knock!!! Knock!!!

“We got ice cream for you, mommy.” 

Gabriella says, nudging the door with her hip. Big bowl in hand. Throwing the now useless melted ice pack to the side. To greet her daughter, taking the bowl as she focused on climbing into bed. Snuggling up close to her mom. 

"Thank you.” She coos kissing her cheek. “Got your slice of cake?” 

She nods. “Big slice.” 

“Did you brush your teeth?” She asks. From the smell of whipped cream and fruit, that was a no. 

Gabriella nods, hiding her mischevious grin. 

“Gabriella.” Calls from the doorway. 

“Uh-oh.” the young girl coos. 

“Busted.” the mother laughs. 

“Teeth and bed; I'll be there in a minute.” He instructs.

The tiny tot scampers out of bed past her dad. He pats her head as she makes her way to her bathroom. 

“I'm sorry,” she exhales through her nose. Eyes tired. 

“For what?” His voice is soft and gentle. Kissed her ears.

“I know how much Spiderman means to the city, seeing the looks on you and Gabby's faces when he’s on TV and the daily bugle.” She sighs, massaging the space between her brows. 

“I understand your feelings with the webslinger.” 

“The only feelings I have I can't say in fear of our five-year-old hearing and repeating.” 

He chuckles. She looks at her bowl of moose tracks topped with chocolate syrup and takes a heaping spoonful of cold goodness. Sighing as she closes her eyes and moans from the relief it brought to her lips. 

“Let me say all of the no-no words for you,” he offers. “Give him a piece of my mind.” 

“Really.” She chuckles. 

“Really,” he assures. “I’ll get him a stern talk on lowering the polymer strength in the adhesive in those weds.”

She laughs, but squeaks, holding her cheek, but laughs anyway through the pain. “I feel bad now,” she says through her breaks for breath. “I don’t want him to die from your science talk.” 

"Well, too bad for him,” he tuts. She leans in, giving his lips a peck. He smiles and licks his lips.

[jakexneytiri]

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“mama?” se’ayl yells from across your marui. “will you braid my hair again before bedtime?”

“of course, little love. i just have to get nima tucked in first, and help tsantu finish weaving his armband. then, i will have some time to braid your hair before bed, okay?” you say gently, placing a kiss to your eldest daughters’ head.

“mama! mama, look!” txonuk exclaims, waving his toruk toy around in the air. when he sees you’re occupied with se’ayl, he decides to make his way over to nima. “he’s gonna get you, nima!”

nima squeals, running straight to neteyam. “daddy! daddyyy! ‘nuk teasin’ me!”

neteyam scoops nima up in one swift movement, glancing down at txonuk unamused.

“txonuk. what have i told you? no riling your sister up before bed.”

txonuk gives a small pout, sighing before running over to tsantu, in hopes that he’ll play along.

“tsantu, toruk is coming for you!” he begins to fly the toy over tsantu’s head, who’s too busy learning how to finish the weave of his armband.

“txonuk, no he’s not. toruk is gone, grandpa said so himself. don’t be silly.” tsantu sighs, continuing to work on his weaving.

txonuk’s lower lip trembles, as he runs the few feet to his sleeping mat, curling up on it. he raises the toruk toy above his head, sniffling as he attempts to entertain himself.

after tucking nima in with your mate, you glance over at txonuk’s sleeping mat. noticing the shift in your son’s behavior, you standing up, making your way over. slowly and gently, you approach him, kneeling beside his mat.

“txonuk? what is it?” you say quietly, very gently as you reach a hand out to rest it on his small shoulder.

txonuk turns to face you, his eyes wet and his lower lip quivering.

“no one will play with me, mama.” he sniffles, rubbing his tiny fists over his eyes.

your lips turn to a slight frown, as you rest a hand over your son’s curls.

“well, it is bedtime, little love. your siblings are very tired, that’s why we go to sleep now, so we can wake up in a better mood tomorrow!” you glance over at neteyam, who’s helping tsantu finish his armband. sighing, you smile at the sight, as you scoop your youngest son up in your arms.

“i know what will cheer you up. how about we take a little walk to the pond? it looks very beautiful this time of night, i think you’ll love it.” you smile down at your son, tucking a curl behind his ear.

txonuk raises a fist to his eye, rubbing it gently as he rests his cheek against your shoulder. “okay, momma.”

you carry your youngest son over to your mate, leaning in to whisper “i’m just taking him to the pond. i won’t be too long.” you place a quick kiss to neteyam’s cheek, tousling your eldest son’s hair. “that looks wonderful, tsantu.”

“mmm..have fun.” neteyam whispers back, gently placing a kiss to your forehead. “maybe you and i can go back after they’re all asleep?”

“we’ll see.” you give neteyam a wink before carrying txonuk out of your marui.

“momma, wanna get down, please.” txonuk says, squirming out of your arms. as you gently place him on the forest floor, the bioluminescence begins to glow around his feet. each step illuminates your path to the small pond your family goes to swim in.

“momma! momma!” txonuk begins to tug on your loincloth as you approach the now colorfully lit up pond.

“it’s beautiful, isn’t it?” you smile at your son, taking his hand in yours as you walk closer to the edge of the pond. txonuk holds onto your leg as you wade in the water.

“momma, look! fishies! they’re glowing, too!” txonuk exclaims, clinging tightly to your leg. he glances over, noticing something shift out of the corner of his eye. “kenten!” txonuk whispers loudly, his face lighting up as he walks the few feet to get closer to the creature. as he reaches a finger out to touch it, the lizard’s wings fan open, beginning to spin and glow. txonuk sighs, watching the lizard fly off. “awww, he went away.”

“it’s all right, there has to be a few more around here, txonuk. oh, look! there’s another one!” you point out. a few feet away, another lizard is crawling on the branch it’s perched on. txonuk hurriedly walks the few feet to meet it, fascinated with the creature.

“can i touch him?” txonuk asks, already lifting his finger towards the creature.

“well, you can try, little love, but he might just-” you begin to say, as the lizard spreads its wings and flies off just as txonuk is about to touch it. “-fly away. i don’t think they like being touched. it’s best we just leave them be, okay?” you brush one of the curls from your sons face, smiling at him.

txonuk nods in agreement, as he yawns, stretching his arms up. “momma, i’m getting sleepy.”

“do you want to head back home? do you want me to carry you, or would you like to walk?” you ask gently.

txonuk silently answers by stretching his arms up towards you. in one quick movement, you scoop him up, cradling him close as you begin to walk home.

“can we come back tomorrow at night too, momma?” txonuk asks, his eyelids growing heavy as they struggle to stay open.

“of course we can. but we have to get a good nights sleep first.” you say, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head.

as you approach your home, you carefully brush past the opening flap of your marui. slipping inside, you walk txonuk over to his mat, laying him down carefully.

“how was it? how is he feeling now?” neteyam whispers, approaching you from the other side of your marui, where he was working on stringing se’ayl’s bow while waiting for you to return home.

you tuck one of txonuk’s curls behind his ear, leaning in to kiss his forehead gently before standing. “it was nice. he wanted to touch all of the kenten.” you say, a small giggle escaping your lips at the memory from only moments ago.

neteyam chuckles at this, wrapping his arms around you from behind as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “mmm. i’m glad you were able to spend some time with him alone.”

“me too. he loves it, he wants to go back tomorrow, as a family.” you turn around to face your mate, who swiftly picks you up, carrying you to your shared sleeping mat.

“we can arrange that.” he grins, setting you down gently before settling in beside you. “you’re sure you don’t want to head back now?”

“hmm…i don’t know if i’d make it there awake. i’m exhausted. but we always can tomorrow..” you whisper, nuzzling into your mate’s chest.

“tomorrow it is.” neteyam places a kiss to your forehead, wrapping his arms around you as you drift off to sleep.

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wolfstar microfic: muggle || wolfstar raising harry pt.2 || @wolfstarmicrofic || wc: 612 || all parts on ao3

"What's a Muggle?” Harry asks innocently, causing Sirius to freeze in the spot where he was preparing his lunch.

“Why do you ask?” Sirius asked timidly in response, looking down at the wide green eyes of the boy by his feet.

“I heard it on the street yesterday! A kind aunt in the street said so. “A muggle came to the village today". I've never seen anything like it, is it like a lizard?” words quickly come out of Harry's mouth, showing his toddler-like lack of a filter when it comes to chatter.

“Oh, dear...” Sirius hurries to finish his meal and get the boy to sit down. “You eat, take your time, and don't throw it around, and I'll be right back in a minute, okay?”

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Remus flinches when Sirius bursts into his office quickly, slams the door behind him, and looks at the man with a frightened expression. The man's first instinct is to grab his wand and get up from his desk, approach Sirius in three wide strides and examine him for injuries.

However, the man is perfectly fine, his hair is tied back in a bun, his sleeves are rolled up to the elbow, and his hands are still wet, probably from washing dishes. Only a fearful look in his eyes and a kind of... pleading directed to Remus.

“What happened now? Where's Harry?”

“Happily eating his tomatoes and suddenly wanting me to tell him what kind of lizard those Muggles are...” nervous laugh escapes Sirius' lips.

“О,” Remus pauses, looking into the man's eyes. “So tell him, why the panic?”

“I can't. You know I'm not the right person to have a conversation like that with a child!” Sirius begins to rub his palms together nervously and wrap his fingers around them. “You know how I was raised, and how I was taught about Muggles.”

“Yeah, but you're not in that house anymore, you're a grown ass now, knowing the world from your own perspective. You know what needs to be said.” Remus covers Sirius's clasped hands with his palms, squeezing them lightly and giving him his warmth.

“It's nice of you to believe in my common sense, but really? Her voice is still in my brain somewhere, reminding me of it. I swear, when Harry said that word, I could hear her voice in my head as clearly as if it were just yesterday.” Sirius closes his eyes tightly. “How she ruined me...”

“Yes, perhaps she did. But do you remember last week? When Harry wanted to sew and you spent the whole day figuring out how it worked so you could show him?”

“Uh, yeah? My fingers still hurt... But what does that matter now, you can see I'm panicking! You have to do it.”

“Oh, darling.” Remus kisses him gently on the forehead, wrapping his hands around Sirius' shoulders. “It's just that you've already experienced how sometimes parenting isn't just about teaching your child something you're already good at. Sometimes it's about learning for you, too, a new stage of growing up for that child who still lives inside you and holds onto old wounds. And if Harry helps you overcome your old prejudices today, isn't that just another reason to love him even more?”

“Mmm, I suppose.” Sirius visibly hesitates, lowering his heavy head to his husband's shoulder.

Remus wraps his hand around the back of man's neck to hold him close and speak softly. “If you put your mind to it, you can do it. So take a deep breath, go down to the kitchen before the kid paints tomatoes all over the table, and talk to him like an adult.”