#my love for puppy mountain grows more and more each day

[chapel-of-rizztual]

I can't find the ask game again, but can you please write some more tearful & soft puppy Mountain? Like, what if him & the new quintessence bug got stuck in a hyperempathy feedback loop & they had no choice but to kiss laugh about it?

Phantom woke up to a weird sound. It was just coming up to 4am, and he blinks blearily at his phone checking the time. The tour bus is small and cramped, Phantom got use to hearing snores and snuffles from the other ghouls as they slept, but this was different. It sounded almost pained. Phantom’s ears prick up as he listens intently for the sound again, but after a couple of seconds of silence he turns around, settling back into his bunk, thinking that maybe Swiss was just sleep talking again. 

Just as he’s drifting off the sleep again he hears it again. A soft whimpering cry, louder this time, coming from one of the other bunks. He waits for it stop like last time, but it keeps going, wet gasp like sobs echoing through the quiet of the bus. 

Phantom shuffled out of his bed as quietly as he can, wrapping his tail around his waist so it didn’t swing around uncontrollably. He followed the sounds along the corridor for the bus, careful  not to trip over any stray items of clothing and Shoes. 

He makes it to Mountains bunk, where sounds are coming from, and gently pulls the certain back, not wanting to scare the ghoul. 

Mountain is still asleep, his face scrunched up uncomfortably as he lets out little squeaks and whimpers in his sleep, one hand grasping at the pillow desperately. 

Phantom shakes him gently, being careful not to scare him. 

“Hey, hey mount. You need to wake up, i think you’re having a nightmare.” 

Mountain let’s out a long whimper, his face scrunching up even more before his eyes shoot open with a sharp gasp. 

He grasps at a Phantom’s wrist and stutters, trying to take a deep breath, and he blinks rapidly, desperately trying to blink away the tears that had pooled on his eyes. 

“Hey, you’re okay, I promise, you’re safe.” He whispers to Mountain, softly rubbing at his cheek. 

Mountain looks at him with big wet eye and his bottom lip wobbles as tears now fall from his eyes and he whimpers sadly. 

When Phantom had first been summoned, Aether had warned him about Mountain. About how he could be a little over emotional and sensitive at time, how he cried a lot, often at nothing, and how clingy and needy he could be. He was also warned about the puppy thing, and how that can heighten his emotions sometime. But he was told it wouldn’t be an issue for him, that Mountain had people to go that would look after him when felt like that. 

He’d witnessed Mountain being puppy with the others, seen how they’d played with him, how they’d coo at him and rub his belly. He’d seen them cuddle him and hold him tight when he cried, and how they reassured him, babied him at times, when he needed it. 

He could tell Mountain was puppy now, just by the way his pupils were blown, whatever dream he’d had had obviously scared him into his safe headspace. He contemplated waking Swiss or Cumulus, they know what to do with Mountain when he’s like this, but the way the poor earth ghoul is clinging to him diminishes that idea.

“You’re okay, puppy. I’ve got you, I’ll keep you safe.” Phantom climbs into Mountain bunk, pulling the ghoul into his chest and he starts running his hands though his hair, hoping that it’s comforting for him. 

Mountain immediately curls into his chest, a desperate sob wracking through his body so hard that Phantom feels him jump with it.

“Oh, I know, puppy. I know. You had such a scary dream, huh?” 

Mountain nods agains his chest and let’s out another sob, tears soaking into Phantoms pyjama top. Phantom wraps both his arms around the earth ghoul, squeezing him as tightly as he can, keeping on hand buried in his hair, scratching  behind his ears. 

“Shhh, you’re okay, puppy. I’ve got you, you’re safe.” He feels that tell-tale tightening of his throat and he feels tears of his own tell in his eyes. 

“Where’s your carrot, puppy? I know you like to have that with you all the time.” His voice breaks and he clears his throat, not wanting Mountain to know he was on the verge of crying himself. 

Mountain let’s put a small whine and gives a small shrug, burying his face deeper into Phantom’s chest. Phantom reached a hand under Mountains pillow, knowing that the ghoul liked to ‘bury’ it there to keep it safe. He finds the plush exactly where he thinks it would be and pull it out, handing it to Mountain. 

Mountain takes the carrot plush right away, with a happy teary thrill, resting on Phantom’s chest and chews away on it. 

“That’s it, puppy. Such a good boy, aren’t you? Doing to well for me.”

Phantom watches as Mountain slowing starts to calm down, the tears slowing and the little whimpery sobs die down at he comfort chews on the plush.  

Phantom desperately try’s to blink away the tears that had welled in his eyes, but to no avail as they run down his cheeks. He suck in a shaky breath, trying to stay as quiet as he can, not wanting to disturb Mountain now that he’d calmed down enough. 

It doesn’t work, in his efforts to trying and keep his cries in he lets out a little hiccup, his belly jumping under Mountain, making the poor earth ghoul jump.

Mountain let’s out a squeak, looking up at Phantom with big round eyes. He licks at the tears on Phantom’s cheeks, making him let out a wet giggle, and let’s out a questioning hum. 

“I’m okay, puppy, I promise.” He tries not to let his voice wobble as he speaks. Mountain tilts his head to the side, licking at the tears again. 

Phantom giggles again at the feeling.

“I just-sometimes get a little upset when other people get upset.” He pets at Mountain hair. “I’m okay though, I promise.” He let’s out another wet laugh as Mountain starts licking all over his face. 

Mountain nudges his carrot plush further up Phantom chest with his nose, giving him a questioning look. 

Phantom feels his heart swell at the gesture from Mountain, knowing how much that carrot plush meant to him. 

“Oh, you’re so sweet, puppy. But this is yours, baby. I don’t need it.” 

He pushes the plush back down to where it had been resting on his chest, hoping the grimace on his face wasn’t obvious as he touched the wet fabric. Mountain takes it back with a happy chitter, continuing his chewing, his eyes slipping closed as he does. 

“We should sleep, puppy. We have to be up to help with set up in a couple of hours.” 

Mountain hums in agreement, his eyes still closed as he settles down properly on Phantom’s chest, carrot still in his mouth. Phantom snuggles down, pulling the covers over both of them, his eyes closing with a purr rumbling though his chest, holding Mountain close to him. 

[kiwisa]

grid dynamics ✩ the harpy

F1 Grid x Fem! Driver! OC

⏤ series masterlist

✩ GEORGE RUSSELL

#GEOSTRÉE... ıllı NOW PLAYING: You’re My Best Friend, Queen !

George was the first person to welcome her, to reach out to her. If their meeting seems to have been determined by the fact that Astrée debuted with Williams, the extent to which her teammate went to put her at ease shows the sincerity of his intentions. Very quickly, their collegial relationship turned into a true friendship that kept growing until Astrée came to consider George as her best friend. If it is usually complicated for her to open up to others, George soon imposed himself as an obvious choice.

He has in a way become her pillar in Formula One, being her protector and mediator on the paddock, whether with the press or the other drivers, both of whom can sometimes take Astrée's unintentionally rude gestures badly.

George is always pushing his friend to try new things, dragging her into messy plans like post-race parties where the alcohol flows freely or holidays spent climbing mountains—Astrée hates hiking.

Since Astrée's transfer to Red Bull and George's to Mercedes, the two former Williams drivers don't see each other as much as they used to, but they take advantage of the races to catch up and they sometimes even fly to see each other, either in Monaco (where Astrée lives) or in London. At each break, whether summer or winter, they spend one or two days together. It has become a tradition that has yet to be broken.

✩ CHARLES LECLERC

#CHASTRÉE... ıllı NOW PLAYING: Bad Liar, Selena Gomez !

It took Charles a long time to dare to approach Astrée. He was intimidated by her. It must be said that he is perhaps one of the only drivers to have followed her career closely, and not only when her arrival in F1 was announced. The many praises he heard from his brother Arthur in F2 didn't help either to shake off the image of Astrée as a racing prodigy. The first time they really spoke was when Astrée congratulated Charles on his podium finish at Silverstone⏤which ended with a DNF for the woman⏤three months after she had joined the grid. If Astrée hadn't made the first move⏤which in itself is a miracle⏤they could have gone on for a long time without talking to each other.

The reason for this is very simple. Although he will never admit it, even under torture, Charles has developed a little crush on the French girl since he discovered her existence. Unfortunately for him, not admitting it doesn't mean he doesn't show it: this boy has no concept of discretion. Looking at her with puppy dog eyes and blushing every time she deigns to speak to him are not the definition of "secret." Internet users put two and two together rather quickly and, since then, ship them together.

Excluding his inability to function normally around her, the two French speakers have managed to build a strong friendship, which is underrated on the paddock and internet, perhaps because we see her more with George or Lando. Yet, Charles is the mediator between her and Max and perhaps the only one who gets them to talk to each other without insults.

✩ LANDO NORRIS

#LASTRÉE... ıllı NOW PLAYING: True Love, Pink !

Lando is the perfect example of the bad first impression Astrée can trigger in others. Outwardly cold, as she is reserved and cautious by nature, Astrée was immediately intimidating to the young Britishman. Although they are almost the same age, Lando's reactions to Astrée suggest that he is much younger than she is. Fearful of confronting her on the track, of talking to her, the driver is never at ease when the Frenchwoman is near him. Even the simple fact of being in the same room as her terrifies him: Astrée is silent, cold, charismatic, unpredictable and Lando hates it.

However, what started out as a distance between the two due to shyness on Astrée's part and some form of intimidation on Lando's has evolved into a friendship with a unique dynamic that many internet users love for the content that emerges from it. Lando and Astrée are like cat and mouse. And Astrée is definitely not the mouse.

Numerous videos⏤there would be enough to make an hour-long compilation (fans often have a field day doing precisely that)⏤have captured all the times Astrée has terrorised Lando. If at first she didn't realise it and just found this Englishman rather strange… she soon understood what was going on and learned to use it to her advantage to get her daily dose of happiness. There's something hilarious about seeing an almost 25-year-old man screaming because of her "hello." She can't help it: her sadistic side comes out with Lando.

If the latter is the victim of her numerous attacks, he can count on his tormentor to also be his defender. Every time someone other than her dares to make fun of the McLaren driver, they are violently put in their place by Astrée.

Even though Lando still fears the woman, he knows that these seemingly sadistic gestures are actually a way for her to express her friendship (he would prefer words of affirmation or gifts but, as the famous saying goes, it is what it is).

✩ DANIEL RICCIARDO

#ASTRIEL... ıllı NOW PLAYING: Here Come The Sun, The Beatles !

No one thought these two would get along, but they proved to everyone that opposites can sometimes be a good fit. If one is the sun and the other, the moon, their differences allow them to reach a certain balance that just works. They complement each other so well. Daniel can drop his constant positivity around Astrée for a few moments without her judging him and Astrée can, for once, let down her guard.

Astrée is never as smiley as when she is with Daniel, and everyone sees that ⏤ drivers and internet users alike. Many times, the woman has been spotted bursting into laughter. This is rare in the paddock and when it happens, you can be sure that Daniel was the one to tell the joke. Like George, Daniel pushes Astrée out of her comfort zone and shows her that showing positive feelings is not a sign of weakness but can become a strength.

Since he has become Red Bull's reserve driver, and therefore they don't see each other at every race⏤running into each other once in a blue moon at the HQ is not the same⏤, many people notice that Astrée has turned in on herself, and smiles even less than before. The one who managed to calm the storm is no longer there to chase away the clouds, to the great displeasure of the others who thought they would see a lull on the paddock and track. This does not mean she tried to dissuade Daniel from making this choice, however. On the contrary, it was she who convinced him to leave McLaren: Astrée always has his back and will not stand to see anyone disrespecting him.

✩ LEWIS HAMILTON

#ASTRIS... ıllı NOW PLAYING: Your Song, Elton John !

Their beginnings were somewhat catastrophic, full of awkwardness, embarrassing moments, and sickly shyness (see their first conversation after the Imola GP) which can be explained by the great esteem Astrée has for Lewis. If he is not the one who inspired her to start racing⏤she owes that to a certain Michael Schumacher⏤he was the one who proved to her that everything was possible even when the world was against you. Lewis is, therefore, the only person who manages to intimidate Astrée. Normally, the exact opposite occurs (see Lando or Charles' personal experiences).

Astrée took a long time to get over the fact that yes, she knew The Lewis Hamilton and that, yes, this same Lewis Hamilton wanted to get acquainted. Their friendship was one that happened in private, away from the cameras. If various interactions on Twitter or comments on Instagram showed everyone that they are friendly acquaintances, the outings to Monaco, the skydiving, and the few holidays spent together were kept secret.

The transition from friendship to love went smoothly after a year of a somewhat ambiguous connection. These two are very much in love but remain hidden, for the same reasons as their friendship was: apart from the desire to keep it to themselves, they want to avoid hateful comments on the internet. They have no plan to launch their idyll any time soon, preferring to enjoy each other's company without being judged by strangers. They are well aware that their considerable age gap would be a bone of contention.

If they⏤and particularly Astrée⏤are determined to protect their relationship, it is because the latter acts as a true protective bubble for both of them. Astrée is the only one who understands Lewis and manages to take the weight off his shoulders. The opposite is also true, but, above all, he helps her to get past the criticisms which, despite two years, continue to persist.

No one knows about it, except for George who has become their diversion, but some suspect it. Probably because Astrée is shipped with every driver. Perks of being the only female driver, I guess.

✩ MAX VERSTAPPEN

#MAXÉE... ıllı NOW PLAYING: Me And The Devil, Soap&Skin !

Many thought that these two would get on well together. Two drivers with a sharp competitive spirit and a cold appearance: it seemed written in the stars. Their way of being on and off the track is quite similar. Perhaps a little too much so. For many, it is this very similarity that is the source of their discord. Rather than seeing the things they have in common as an opportunity for friendship, they become a weakness, a mirror held up to them that they would rather ignore.

They make everyone’s—the other drivers included—heads spin as their relationship constantly oscillates between hate and friendship. Many paradoxical gestures do not help internet users to determine what is going on between them. While Astrée abandoned her race at the 2021 Silverstone GP to help Max and suggested that two of the season's best drivers were getting along, the Frenchwoman's past tweets criticising him and the many jabs at each other in press conferences suggest otherwise. The chaos that was the 2021 Netherlands GP gave the final blow to what might have been.

For these two, the professional ruins the personal. It is impossible for them to get past the status of rivals and bond. Every time they interact, each other's victories and defeats come back to the front like bad memories—which they essentially are.

Astrée's transfer to Red Bull did not help. On the contrary, it has reinforced the immense rivalry between these two: neither of them wants to be the second driver. What was supposed to be a dream team—made up of two exceptional drivers that everyone expected and feared—quickly turned into a nightmare where chaos and quarrels coexist, much to the dismay of one Christian Horner who would very much like to send them to couples therapy.

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All I Have

Prompt 26: Emotional/Therapy Sex Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: When your friend suddenly goes missing, you instantly go looking for him to make sure that he is okay. However, when you find him, you discover that he is far from it. This man is broken and in desperate need of some fixing. Thankfully for him, you are willing to do anything to do just that... Warnings: Angst, Grieving!Syzoth, Mention Of Dead Wife And Son, Love Confessions, Friends To Lovers, Making Out, Clit Stimulation, Fingering, P In V, Creampie... Word Count: 2k A/N: The first person to spot the reference wins a prize. 😉💚 Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @bihansthot, and @mmeerraa.

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I sat in our usual spot—under the willow tree, where we hung out every day. Only this time, I was left alone. I was worried for my friend, since he had never stood me up in the year that we had been so close. Pursing my lips together, I glanced down at my watch, my heart fluttering with worrisome anxieties as I pondered where my friend could be. This wasn't right.

Standing from my spot, I stretched my limbs, which were all tight from how long I had been sitting in the same place. Then I fled from the area, leaving to look for Syzoth in every spot I could think of him being in.

I went to his home first, figuring that maybe he was unwell and needed some rest. I approached the door, raised my hand up to it, and then knocked three times. But to my disappointment, there was no answer, merely silence. After a few minutes, I raised my hand to knock on the old, worn wood once more. But after heaving a sigh, I lowered my hand, accepting the fact that my friend was not home but missing.

But just before I went to turn away, I heard something from within the walls. It was the sound of stirring—someone was inside.

"Syzoth?" I called out, hoping he would answer my worried voice. However, no more noise was heard after that. My anxieties were growing more intense, as if I felt the horrid gut feeling of a bad omen. I called for him one more time. "Syzoth, I can hear you in there!"

After being ignored again, I could no longer keep my anxious thoughts at bay. Every terrible possibility flooded into my mind, and I just had to see that my friend was alright. So I decided to break an important boundary and opened the door before cautiously entering the home without permission.

Leaving the door open, only the light from outside allowed me to see. No sunlight beamed through the windows—as they always did—since they had been covered by blankets. This worried me since Syzoth was never a believer of curtains due to needing the heat of the sun on a regular basis. Worry grew into an intoxicating panic as that pit in my stomach ate away at my nerves. Something had to be wrong if he was willingly keeping away from the light.

But then, a strange sound filtered through the darkness, greeting my ears and beckoning my curiosity forward. It sounded similar to the whimper of a saddened puppy. Hesitantly, I followed the distressed noises down the narrow hallway, which soon brought me to a door—his bedroom door.

Without much thought, my fingers curled around the handle, gripping it firmly and twisting it open. Being submerged in pure darkness—the light of the opened front door not reaching this newly uncovered room—I turned to grab a candle and match off of a nearby table. Syzoth always kept candles near each door in his house to light his way once night was upon him. There was no electricity in Outworld, so the people of the realm relied on the light of flames to see. Syzoth liked this because of the added heat it would provide him once the sun would fall to slumber each night.

I struck the match against the wick, igniting it and creating enough light for me to see. When I did this, I was finally able to see the curled-up figure of someone hiding under a mountain of blankets on the bed. The pile was trembling slightly, as though something from within was scared or hurt.

"S-Syzoth?" I called softly, fear and concern breaking my words as I spoke.

"Leave me be!" He yelled angrily. Though the blankets muffled his dry and scratchy voice, the pain was clear within it.

"Sy—"

"Go away, (Y/N)!" He cut me off, not wanting to hear what I had to say.

Despite this, I still cared and wanted to know why he was in such a state. So as much as he didn't want me to, I was going to pry until I got an answer.

"Syzoth, what's wrong? You're worrying me!" I pushed as tears pricked the corners of my eyes. He must have heard the worry in my voice, because after I spoke my confession, a sigh was heard from within the blanket pile. Just moments later, Syzoth's head poked out of the blanket. The glow of the candlelight kissed his flushed skin instantly, sweat glistening in its light as his teary eyes adjusted it.

Then he climbed out of the blankets to stand before me, seemingly having difficulty standing. It was as if his life had been drained from him, and the sight broke my heart in several pieces.

"It was just a year ago today that I found out my wife and son were murdered by that putrid sorcerer." He admitted bitterly, his voice cracking at the very end of the sentence. He hung his head, as if all the guilt festering in his mind had grown too heavy for him to carry. "I tried to save them, but I failed them."

"Syzoth, you know that wasn't your fault. You tried to save them." I consoled the grieving Zaterran. He turned away from me, walking forward to lean his head up against the wall. I could hear the quiet sobs emitting from him as his whole body began to shiver, the pain being like a cruel blizzard for the man.

"Everything is gone!" He cried out while slamming his fist against the wall. I jumped, startled by his sudden outburst. But deep down, I knew he would never hurt me—this wasn't about me. After heaving a trembling breath, he continued. "My family, my home—all because of this stupid curse! If it wasn't for this, I would have never met that bastard, and everyone would be at peace!"

"I know," I whispered as I slowly approached him from behind, setting the candle down on the table beside us to keep the room ignited in its glow. Then, I cautiously placed my hands on his tense shoulders before moving them down to wrap my arms around him tightly. "I know..."

We stayed in that warm embrace for quite a while, just listening to each other breathing in the silence of the room. Eventually, Syzoth turned in the embrace to face me and gaze down at me through his tears.

"You're all I have." He whimpered quietly, his hands moving up to cup my cheeks tightly as if to keep me from slipping away.

I raised my hands to his cheeks as well and began to gently caress the soft flesh before raising myself onto my toes so I could press my lips to his tenderly. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing; I barely gave it any thought—an act done on instinct. It didn't take long for him to melt into the kiss as well, his arms wrapping around my frame to hold me close to him.

Perhaps he found my warmth comforting. Whatever he needed, I would provide it for him. I couldn't take all of his past pain and suffering away, but I could ease it today—at least for a little while. Once we broke away from the kiss, he was quick to press his forehead against mine, like he needed as much physical contact as possible in the moment. And I was happy to give that to him, pressing my body into his as my arms wrapped around his toned form once more.

"What do you need, my sweetheart?" I asked in a tone just barely above a whisper, not even wanting to risk raising it a little bit and adding to the headache he would have from crying.

"You—I-I-I need you." His voice was now needy—desperate, like he craved nothing more than my touch. Was I shocked by his declaration? Yes... No... Maybe a mix of both? I didn't think too much about it because it simply did not matter. All that mattered was him and the road to healing from his trauma.

"Then take me." I breathed, no longer caring about the title of friendship—the line that sat between that and romance, which we had been dancing around for a year.

The next thing I knew, I was being backed up to the edge of the bed, only to be pushed down onto the soft mattress behind me. My weight instantly flattened the blanket fort, but it added a lot more comfort to the surface.

The next few minutes were a blur. All I remember is me and Syzoth, caught in a passionate assortment of kisses as our limbs tangled together in a hot mess atop the bed. I don't even recall the removal of our clothes, but once they were gone, it didn't even matter.

Syzoth moved a hand down between our heated bodies, pressing his index finger against my clit to rub it in quick circles. I moaned against his lips as his fingers struck each and every one of my little nerves, building up the electric feeling of arousal within my core quickly.

When my light arousal passed the border to ecstasy, he removed his digits from my mound to sink them within my core. His lips did not falter on my own as he scissored his fingers in my canal, stretching my walls apart to make room for a new presence.

And when that presence finally filled me, I saw fucking stars.

I gripped his shoulders tightly as he sank each thick inch into my heat slowly, the stinging sensation being too much to bear at first. But his gentle and sweet touches were the greatest contrast to it. After waiting a moment to allow me to adjust, he began to thrust. My walls hugged him perfectly, so desperate to milk him of all he had already. And he felt this as well; I could tell by the way his head fell to rest on my shoulder as a strained grunt tore from his throat.

His thrusts were slow and gentle, but still deep and intense. And it wasn't until my name began spilling from his lips repeatedly like a prayer, that I realized that we weren't having sex—we were making love.

Then, the pace of his hips bucking into my own grew a little faster as he clenched the bedsheets in his fists. I could feel his dorsal vein pulsate, his tip twitching with need, and I knew it meant that he was close.

"I love you... I love you... Please don't leave me..." He whimpered his pleas, his voice sounding like a saddened puppy once more.

It hurt me to see him like this—so broken and run down from life. He didn't deserve any of it; his heart was too good—too pure. He reminded me of an angel with broken wings—one that wanted to be happy and fly but couldn't due to the damage. I wanted to fix that damage for him, and I wouldn't give up—I would succeed.

"I won't, Syzoth—I'll never leave you." I promised, enveloping him in my arms and keeping him close. Shortly after, he released himself within me.

He broke down crying when he came, and I wrapped one arm around him—my hand rubbing slow circles over his back—as my other hand raised to cradle his head against my chest. I didn't even bother to shush his cries—as usual people would—since I knew that he needed to let it all out. I didn't cum, but that was okay; my focus was mainly on him and what he needed the most.

"You're a good man, angel. You deserve all the joy the world has to offer." I murmured softly before pressing a gentle kiss against his hair. As I laid there with him in my arms, I made a silent vow to myself that I would stay by his side no matter what from this day on—I would do whatever I could to heal him.

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[divine-misfortune]

Favorite headcanon for every ghoul! Go!

Oo!!!

Aether

Chronic migrane haver.

Loves the taste of strawberry but fucking hates the texture of them.

Developed a sense of paranoia after the old Papas deaths.

Mountain

Puppy mountain. Oh my GOD puppy mountain. Just a little (large) guy.

Terrible posture, even worse back pain because of it.

Growing plants off based off his vibes... I love the idea of him growing moss when he gets some real good sleep.

Dewdrop

Need I even say kitty dew? Because kitty dew.

So in love with Rain. Like, it's honestly concerning the way in which they're into each other. Everyone knows not to say anything about it.

All bark, no bite. Was a lot more dangerous in his water days, but he is a fire that is hard to maintain now.

Has congenital insensitivity to pain (CIPA)

Swiss

Tactical as all hell, needs to touch and be touched.

ADHD to the extreme. Put this ghoul on some Adderall.

Such a softie.

Multi ghoul that leans real heavily into quintessence and fire.

Rain (he gets multiple because he's my favorite)

Trans masc but gender is an option and he checked most of the boxes. It is a game and he is winning.

Sleepwalker, mild insomniac.

A little too obsessed with Dew. If it were any other couple, this would be a toxic relationship, but it's cool. They're happy and so in love with each other. (I could honestly go on about these two in particular for an hour).

Siren boy. Siren boy oh goodness.

Throws knives with alarming accuracy.

Way more dangerous than you think he'd be. Volatile at times.

Phantom

Asthmatic.

Is so painfully weak to having his hair touched, it's an instant off switch if you want the bug to be a purring dopey mess.

Terrified of failure, playing cocky and cool to cover it up.

Lil bug being able to turn into a sentient shadow.

Sunshine

Hasn't had to sleep alone since she was summoned, physically can't sleep alone anymore. Her body gets too stressed out.

Fallen angel sunny, something I'll elaborate on someday.

Multi ghoul, more practiced in earth and air. Surprisingly good with fire but a little too volatile to be trusted.

Local horror movie enthusiast.

Cirrus

Lowkey pack leader, they all know it. Aether just gets to pretend to be.

Looks up to Zephyr so much, they were the only person aside from Cumulus she said a word to for months after her summoning.

Probably one of the more dangerous ghouls, one hell of a hunter.

Cumulus

Summoned with Cirrus as a bonded pair.

Plays the church organ during mass.

Perfect sense of direction.

Most elementally reactive.

Aurora

Literally has every other ghoul wrapped around her finger. Princess coded. Girly pop barbie moments.

Absolutely covered in tattoos, like, her clothes cover most everything but she is completely inked up under it all.

Multi ghoul, very water inclined. They haven't figured out what her second strongest elemental tie is.

[deadqueernoldor]

End of Year Fic Recs!

I got tagged by @camille-lachenille for this, and boy I havent had time to read fic in a hot minute but this was literally the perfect opportunity to go through my ao3 and tumblr bookmarks again! Also I feel really bad that I couldnt get 5 for the first 3 categories, so pls dont take it personal if I forgot. My tagging system is a mess and idk if it works but if you want more tumblr writing recs go into the "writing that has me foaming out the mouth like a rabid dog" tag I have at the top of my account.! There's so many good drabbles and ficlets i couldnt possibly name them all! Also i likely could have tagged other author's tumblr accs but i didn't feel like looking bc I'm exhausted. I love these all sm

Also I cheated with the self rec bc one is from 2022 but I didnt want to rec only my OC lol

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Beneath a Boundless Sky by @runawaymun — ongoing — Rating (M)

Summary: Elrond’s two new wards both struggle to feel at home in Rivendell. The wounds from their slavery in King Frumgar’s court are still fresh, and the scars are deep -- and they’re not the only ones. Maglor is home at last, but each day he lives he is haunted by guilt and grief. Elrond is nothing if not patient, and he is certain that given enough time in Rivendell, all three will heal.

I am always frothing at the mouth at OCs and world building and this work *and the prev work/part 1 of the series* is SO good

dare you see a soul at the white heat? by millyfaraway — ongoing — Rating (M)

Summary: Lómion is reembodied, but struggles to cope. His uncles try to help.

BABY BOY GETS FAMILY THERAPY ABBY BOY SLOWLY GETS CONFIDENCE AND PUPPY LOVE SOBBIG ITS WHAT HE DESERVES anyway go read

The Last Heir of Fëanor - Part Two by Astrance — 87k — Rating (T)

Summary: This is the second part of the tale of the surviving child of Celebrimbor of Eregion and how she fared through the Ages of the world. From the Fall of Ost-in-Edhil to Imladris and the vastness of Second Age Eriador, the fight against Sauron seems never ending. Plans have been set in motion across the Misty Mountains, but, in Lindon, many tasks await.

Have I mentioned how much I love OCs? This is literally one of the best OCs I've read, flaws and all, and the way the whole thing is written is chefs kiss. Cant decide if I'm sweating from the amount of sobbing I've done with this work *and the previous/first part* or because of the delicious angst.

and rain will make the flowers grow by @swanmaids — 800 — Rating (G)

Summary: Glorfindel and Idril; on the Helcaraxë, in Nevrast, in Gondolin.

THEM. THEM. THEM. That's all I have to say. bUT THEM!

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

your veins are empty of dust by @echo-bleu — 1.7k — Rating (G)

Summary: Anairë finds her late one day in her workshop, surrounded by slabs of stone larger than her. Nerdanel is hammering forcefully at one of them, the barest hints of an elven shape already taking form in the marble. Bitter, stinging tears run down her cheeks and into her collar, and her arms ache with exhaustion.

The body is only barely sketched, but the face is already chiselled, smooth curves and angular cheekbones.

Fëanáro emerges out of the marble, looking like he’s about to take life.

(Across the sea, her sons lead a funeral.)

Frothing. Gnawing. I love the writing. The angst. Fucking mourning. Gimme all and then hurt me some more.

Babysitting #01 by @lordgrimwing — more chaps likely, atm oneshot

Excerpt: "She brought her children."

"Who did?”

"That Elwing woman, the pro bono case Celegorm talked me into."

Modern!scenario fix with Exhausted!lawyer!maedhros. He's tired and that's very sexy of him. Maglor is secy. They all are. Idiots. But very sexy. Elrond and Elros best boys. No argument.

Dreams of Doom by @camille-lachenille — 3.8k — Rating (M)

Summary: “She runs in the dark, alone. Where her feet carry her, she knows not, and her heart is heavy with dread. Someone - something - is watching her.”

Niënor from the moment she arrives in Brethil to her death.

THE ANGST THE LOVE THE TENDERNES THE FORESHADOWING I AM BITING THIS BC I CANT FIND GLASS TO CHEW.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies.)

Those Peaceful Hours by SpaceWall — 3.9k — Rating (T)

Summary: At the end of the Third Age, faced with her impending return to the home she left before the sun, Galadriel seeks out the one person who will understand her fears and grief.

It's so well written and the premise as a whole is so great!. Compelling and Galadriel characterisation is just so very sexy to me.

Their oath will drive them, and yet betray them by musing_and_writing — 2.2k — Rating (G)

Summary: Elrond had hours to spare, and if Maglor wished to spend the short time they had together reminiscing, he would not blame him for it. As Maglor began singing, Elrond settled himself across the clearing in his own bed of autumn flowers. Maglor’s voice resounded in the clearing, clear and powerful, just as it had upon his fortress’s ramparts as he pushed back Morgoth’s forces with a Song, just as Elrond assumed it must have echoed before the poisoning of the Trees in his family’s halls as Feanor crafted his cursed jewels.

Hehehehehe cryptid mf with a heart I love it the angst the tenderness it's just so *holds gently* while also *bodychecks maglor*

Double The Baggins, Twice The Took by fogisbeautiful — 138.5k — Rating (T)

Summary: The Baggins twins, Briallen and Bilbo, have spent their whole lives taking care of each other. So when the world outside makes an (uninvited) appearance, only one thing is certain. Not for wizard or king or mountain or dragon will the two of them part. Not if they have one word to say about it.

And besides, as Gandalf points out: It never hurts to have a spare burglar on hand.

I'm a sucker for Thorin x hobbit, and you give me a fic with bilbo's sister who's so lovely characterized? I'll kiss you sloppy style

The One With All The Birds by clothonono — 46.5k — Rating (G)

Summary: Would it never end? Would there always be one more mother standing on the shore, looking out to sea, full of a grief made more terrible by hope?

Elwing and Nerdanel in Valinor in the Fourth Age; a story about children coming home.

I think swanmaids recc'd this to me once upon the time when it hadn't been finished and I want to kiss their forehead for it. It's so good! Go read bc I lick my screen every time I re-read it.

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Bitter end — 6.4k — Rating (T)

Summary: Maglor has one brother left.

Both have one more fight in them.

The ghost you dress up as (knows how to haunt) — ongoing — Rating (M)

Summary: Maedhros was not the first Finwëan to be captured and taken to Angband, nor did he remain there the longest. Ranyatinwë, twin of Caranthir, was the first.

She escapes.

(Series) Old Maggie Took — 7 works — 402k — all Rating (G)

Summary: The headcanon about Maglor, second son of Fëanor, lives hidden in the Shire? Yes.

[nocturnalghoul]

Mushy May Day 25: Adopting a Stray

Back on my Mountain with two giant newfoundland puppies agenda. He names then Petunia and Viola and they are doted on my everyone at the abbey.

Words: 768

Rating: Gen/ Everyone

Read below the cut or on AO3 here

Mountain was heading home from his morning hike when he noticed two black blobs squiggling through the brush off in the distance. He immediately stopped, focusing in on the spot where he saw movement and making soft cooing noises at whatever was lurking. A short while later the two fluffy black blobs toddled their way over towards him. 

“Now what are you two darling puppies doing out here in the woods alone?” he called out softly, crouching down and reaching out one hand for the dogs to sniff. He searched around for any others, but couldn’t find any. 

Luckily the two dogs seemed small and young enough for Mountain to easily carry one in each arm back to the abbey with him. Nobody ever ventured out this far into the woods in good faith except for other earth ghouls, so it seemed safe to assume somebody had attempted to dump the dogs out here. 

It was still early enough in the morning that few others were awake, making smuggling the puppies into his room easy enough. He placed a little bowl from the kitchen on the floor of his bathroom with some water for them and got to work attempting to figure out what to do. 

After some research he realized the two were likely newfoundland puppies. They were going to eventually grow pretty massive but were still young and therefore small enough to manage for now. It had taken some dedicated persuading of Sister Imperator, but eventually she approved for Mountain to keep the two dogs. He had to promise to find a dedicated person to watch them whenever the band went on tour, but their sweet sleepy faces seemed to win her over in the end.

That had been over a year ago and now the two “lovely ladies” as Mountain called them, aka Petunia and Viola, were giant. 

“Does your weird earth ghoul magic extend to both plants and dogs Mount? These things are bigger than any dog has a right to be” Dew moaned after being tackled to the floor by the excitable duo. 

“It’s not their fault they are quick bloomers. Maybe you should try growing sometime Dew, it seems awful all the way down there” Mountain teased back before letting out a soft whistle, recalling the dogs to his side. “If they can still get bigger maybe there is hope for you yet.” 

Before Dew could respond, Cowbell walked in, sitting down promptly on his chest. “I saw the dogpile and wanted to join” they explained at the exasperated groan from the fire ghoul. He was there to take the dogs back to their quarters so that Mountain could finish loading up the stuff for the band to leave on tour, but a last cuddle with Dew seemed worth the wait no matter how much the fire ghoul squirmed beneath him. 

Bell had immediately offered to be the official dog sitter for Mountain the same day he found Petunia and Viola. Normally the girls would follow Mountain around and accompany him on his hikes or out to the cabin in the woods, so it was nice for them to have another earth aligned ghoul around in his absence. Their time with Bell was more digging holes in the garden and dragging him swiftly towards the lake though. 

They were both good girls at heart though and while the image of the scrawny ghoul being pulled along by the massive dogs was always a rather funny one for the siblings to get to witness, they never actually took him anywhere bad. 

It was a stark contrast from the way they marched behind Mountain, perfectly flanking him with one on each side, little baskets full of herbs and flowers he had collected in each of their mouths. The siblings seemed to wholeheartedly enjoy both scenes equally. 

“Alrighty Bell, the girls already pinned Dew to the floor, let him up now so we all can get going. I’ll miss you as much as I miss them but please send lots of pictures” Mountain laughs out watching the dogs join in the pile on top of Dew that Cowbell had started. 

He said his final goodbyes before grabbing the last of his stuff and hauling Dew off the floor to join him. It made him sad to have to leave the two dogs behind, but at least he knew they had Bell and the adoration of all the siblings to keep them company while he was gone. Mountain was hopeful that the time would be up and they would be reunited before he even knew it.

[firstprince-ao3feed]

What Spring does with the Cherry Trees

by Djokodal_Fan My words rained over you, stroking you. For a long time have I loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body. I go so far as to think that you own the universe. I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees. --- Pablo Neruda Or, the one where Henry is June's best friend from their preschool days, and has therefore been an integral part of Alex's life from the time they were both kids. Alex has always valued Henry's warm presence; so much so that it's difficult for him to pinpoint exactly when his emotions for Henry started running deeper. But as he finds himself falling more and more for Henry, he feels a complex maze of emotions at the excited buzz in their high school - that Henry and June make the perfect couple. Alex adores his sister, but he can't help feeling a bit resentful and upset at the thought that Bug and Henry might get together. And what of Henry's own feelings - does he think of Alex merely as his best friend's younger brother, or does he feel something much, much more for Alex? Words: 4018, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, June Claremont-Diaz, Evan (Red White & Royal Blue) Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz & June Claremont-Diaz, June Claremont-Diaz & Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, June Claremont-Diaz/Evan Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends, Growing Up Together, Sister's Best Friend / Best Friend's Brother Pairing, 2 year age gap between Henry & Alex, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, Crush to love, Puppy Love to Love, infatuation to love, Falling In Love, Love Confessions, Slight Misunderstanding (resolved quickly), Alex Claremont-Diaz Loves Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Loves Alex Claremont-Diaz, Discussions on Soulmates, Kinda/ Sorta Soulmates, Jealous Alex Claremont-Diaz, Alex gets jealous of Henry & June!, Alex thinks Henry and June are dating, But they're (obviously) not!, Evan is a bit of a jerk, June makes some impulsive decisions, Playing board games together, Henry Alex and June playing 'fake' scrabble together, Best Friends, henry and june are best friends, Yearning, Wuthering Heights References, Coming Out To Each Other, Fluff and Humor, Humor, Light Angst and Feels, Discussions on Intimacy via https://ift.tt/HDlZOFB

[zhongrin]

Zhongli asking you to marry him

You, thinking he tripped and is kneeing cuz of that rn

🤸 we both are quite oblivious lmao

Ajfodhjdodbeiei so cute, you fell first and he fell harder, I'm gonna cry why is this selfship so cute coshbsjsjsjbridj I would just go to yo teahouse to watch you and Zhongli <33 💞💞

HELP THE MORAX CONFESSION, oh, but what happened to these rocks and pebbles then? Did ya lose them? </3

And awhh glaze lilies are so beautiful, he surely said something like

"These glaze lilies are for you. They are beautiful, aren't they? But you, my sweetheart, are far more beautiful. You are beautiful than any gem I have ever seen in my lifetime, I already know this since the first time I met you.. hundreds of years ago. Just as these glaze lilies - you will shine like them in my memories.. you will forever. No matter what."

LMAO KAVEH 🤸🤸 BYEEEEE

And Alhaithams wording 😭 I CANT

And both confessions sound good! But yes I can understand why ya can't decide 🧘

So who fell first and who fell harder in Meitham then? 💞

Andjfkdbsjiebdjs you don't have to ship it if ya don't want to!! No pressure, but you're most welcome to do so!! 💞

Baizhu and me be like: 🧑‍🦯 love? Where?

Although another reason why Baizhu didn't want to confess at first was his illness. He knew that he can't offer me a long future with him together and he didn't want to hurt me 🤸

To the confession; I like to imagine that Baizhu and I have quite a special spot - it's on the mountains near Liyue Harbor. We often sit down there and watch the stars, and also the lights of Liyue Harbor. But we both know that the best view there is the other one who is sitting right besides us <3 (in other words, for me - Baizhu is the best view; and for him - I am the best view)

Yes

On confession day, it was also quite similiar to that - but with the difference that many flowers were blooming there and I was like "?? Baizhu what's happening?"

Yes, then he tucked a selfmade Violetgrass in my hair and confessed kfbdjejebejeisjsn

Like something like

"As these flowers around us are blooming - so is my love and adoration for you. I am quite conscious about the short time I have left, but I would be more than glad to get to spend it with you, as my lovely girlfriend."

Dkdbdksieibdjdidb

Watch me fainting 🤸

wheezes pls now i'm imagining my friends just coming into the teahouse and being like: *sips tea while looking at zhongli and mei being all lovey dovey with each other* "good tea and free entertainment, don't mind if i yes."

the morax confession will always be my blackmail teasing material heheheh

oh don't worry, zhongli has a treasure hoard where he would keep my belongings after i pass away in every lifetime - the confession items (whichever ones that are still intact) have a special place there 😌

*lies on floor* pLEASE IM SO WEAK TO THE "SHINE IN MY MEMORIES" LINE WHSLDJFLSFHSUE why does this man have such eloquent way of speaking i can't with him sobsob

who fell first, i wonder. hmmmmm.

you know what, i'm gonna say young al haitham, being the little boy who generally just liked his books and nothing else, fell first. it's just a puppy crush at first, ofc, and it kinda mellowed out as we grow up, but it's there. i can see myself being too focused on academics when i was younger, so i'd fall second, but way harder because 1) ✨teenager hormones✨, 2) boy had a growth spurt and a glow up, so much so that teenage!meirin is suddenly very self-aware about how attractive her best friend is hsljdfklsd

but yeah, now that we're adults, it just feels so normal to have the other around, which is why it's also so much harder to admit that we're in love love 😭

NO SHUSH I AM SHIPPING IT BC I SHIP ALL MY FRIENDS WITH THEIR F/OS OK IT'S JUST WHAT I DO AND YOU SHALL NOT STOP ME /lh /silly

sobbb a special spot... and you being the best view of each other *slams hand against floor* LORD REX LAPIS HELP ME THAT IS SO CUTEEEEE ;w; i can see baizhu exerting himself a little whenever he had to climb those mountains but it's all worth it because he gets to be with you, alone, undisturbed... momentarily forgetting about everything else and just basking in your presence <3

HE'S SUCH A ROMANTIC AAAAAAAAA *head in hands* *kicking my feet giggling* that is the most adorable endearing thing i am. i am unwell hsdlfkjshoawjdaugheladnugeanduasgeiald /pos

changsheng upon seeing you two holding hand when you went back to bubu pharmacy: "FINALLY. PRAISE BE REX LAPIS."

i can also see you both just being guardian figures to qiqi... oh my gods... baizhu seeing you sit with qiqi and patiently helping her organize her notebooks and he feels himself fall in love all over again <3 <3 <3

[twstmemories]

I SAW REQUEST OPEN AND I RUSHED HERE may I have a general winter date with the twins and Trey in honour of the upcoming event? 👉👈💦

Thank you so much in advance, I really love your writing!! 🤸💖

-- ! .... myuu, is that you? my beloved meow meow

✧ Jade Leech, Floyd Leech & Trey Clover winter dates [headcanons]

✧ gn!reader

✧ Scenery dates! A lot of dates that consists of being outside! It's a winter wonderland, everything is covered in white and the outside world above the sea has a lot to offer in terms of breathtaking sceneries! And Jade is absolutely in love with it! o(^o^)o

✧ Will take you out numerous walks, some at ungodly hours (but it's okay since he looks very excited whenever he suggests the idea to wake up so early to watch the sunrise), but most of them are during the day when the sun shines brightly.

✧ Sometimes the two of you will trek up a mountain or just visit a few mountains near the school that Jade had his eyes on. A mountain looks different when covered in pure white snow after all, it will be quite a magnificent sight! For Jade, that is. But his excitement is quite adorable.

✧ I believe that Jade's body is naturally cold, his natural environment is at the ocean depths after all so the incoming winter cold, while not as freezing as back home will make his already chilly body a bit colder. Especially with the fact he enjoys being outside a lot in general. This is 100% an excuse for him to sweet talk you into giving him a big hug or warm him up because your body is for sure warmer than his own! (*´▽`*)

✧ "If you're cold we can just head back inside, Jade. The mountains won't suddenly grow legs and run away," he will only hum and wrap his arms tighter around you: "If we go inside now, I'm afraid I won't have an excuse to be this close to you though." sir you just need to ask

✧ I feel like Jade is a café person, maybe he has come to eventually like the idea of being in cafés or restaurants as a past time after the amount of times he's been made to scout out seasonal dishes from other restaurants on behalf of Azul. So when the two of you aren't outside, you're relaxing inside to get some warmth back.

✧ Winter dates means that it's most likely winter break too! And we all know that Jade doesn't go back home to visit during winter along with Azul and Floyd. So this is also the season where you get to spend the most time together!＼(⁀▽⁀)／

✧ The kind of date is solely based on his mood of the day. There are times where Floyd just wants to stay inside and enjoy the warmth even though the cold on land is more manageable than in the ocean. But there are also other times where he has the sudden urge to just drag you out to play out in the snow, it's truly a flip of a coin with Floyd! (≧∇≦)/

✧ If he wants to stay inside for the day, you bet you're not going anywhere or getting anything done either. In the winter time there's nothing better to do than cuddle with your lover whose very warm unlike the freezing temperatures outside right?

✧ Will probably bring out a few board games laying around the dorm and play that with you, teasing you and telling you how terrible you are at each game if you do lose. But will pout and insist on playing another round or an entirely different game if you were to be quite adept at board games. 〜(￣▽￣〜)

✧ When Floyd wants to spend time outside however, he's already pulling your arm like an excited puppy, and it's often your job to properly dress him because he just wants to get out and dump his whole body into the snow, clothing and colds be damned.

✧ Will without a doubt either pour snow down your neck or actually hug you when his body is freezing cold and you've been stuck inside. Squishing your cheeks together and hearing the surprised shriek of your voice is such a delight! Would kiss you as an apology, but his lips are freezing as well so you can assume how that goes. ☆⌒(≧▽​° )

✧ Most of the time however, I feel like Floyd would rather stay inside, snuggled beneath the blankets with you and just keep you close to him. A naturally cold body buried beneath a warm blanket hugging someone with a much warmer body temperature is absolutely blissful! There have been numerous days where he has just stayed below the blankets and hugged you: "It's cold and there's nothing to do with no one here! This is the only solution!" Like he wasn't running around in snow the day before having the time of his life.

✧ Seasonal! Baking! Dates! Baking sweets according to the appropiate seasons and month? This is the one thing that Trey never fails to do with you! Even if you're terrible at baking! Trey even tries to teach you how to bake certain recipes and perfect them when doing this! Winter is a pretty forgiving season when it comes to baking since everything is just more relaxed and easy! (つ≧▽≦)つ

✧ If the two of you have been together for long, he'll ask if you would want to visit his family during the break! It's a win-win situation for Trey to be honest, being able to spend time with his family but also spend time with his lover.

✧ When visiting his family, the time together there is shared between his younger siblings! Snowball fight? It's him against you guys. Making snowmen? Let's see who can make the fastest one! Sleighing down a hill for laughs? You're both gramped into one sleigh and getting pushed down the hill yourself!

✧ Though to be honest, I feel like it's during winter that Trey is able to relax a bit, so apart from the few baking ideas he's got jotted down (yes, he keeps tabs on what sort of sweet is appropiate to make for the season) he'll most likely just zone out and cuddle with you next to a fire or something. Share the same blanket, let him spoon you from the behind when you sit on the floor and just talk! It's the home date that Trey loves the most, no matter what season! (´꒳`)♡

✧ Make him something nice when he zones out like that though, will you? A hot chocolate from scratch or just the one cookie recipe you know you can't screw over and present it to him as a surprise! For some reason, with the atmosphere and the cold, a sweet snack from someone he loves is just the right thing! Especially when he least expects it.

✧ But he's up for anything if you suggest any activities to do! Ice skating? A walk down a winter themed market? You want to head to a certain café to try out a limited dessert? He's all up for it! It makes some pretty nice memories after all: "This spontaneous idea of a date better not be an excuse for you to try that limited item and make me pay for it," he's gonna pay for it anyway. Because he also wanted to try it. ┐(￣∀￣)┌

[masuchist]

TOUCH IT, MY TAIL 01

Genshin Impact . . Aether, Albedo, Bennett, Chongyun, Tartaglia, Diluc Ragnvindr

Good girls get rewards.

fem reader, yandere, dubious content, collars, spanking, erotic humiliation, begging, heat cycles, size differences, overstimulation, dacryphilia, implied machine fucking

Aether, and the Support Puppy.

─ This new world that they’ve transported to is certainly interesting to say the least. Who knew there were all sorts of hybrids in Teyvat, unique and intriguing in their own ways, his golden hawk eyes lay upon someone: a little lonesome puppy. His team is in need of more members, and he decides you’ll do fine even without a vision. Unfortunate. For you that is, your role in this flourishing party is a mere placeholder, a meat shield, bait. With no experience in cooking, healing, or combat, you’ll sit on your fluffy tail patiently waiting for them to finish their business. It’s the least you can offer: to not be a bother. You don’t seem to mind however, oblivious to their silly shenanigans.

─ His teammates often wonder what was the point of bringing deadweight to the team. You don’t do anything but yap their ears off about some random subject they could care less about, smiling bitterly in response. What was Aether planning? Seriously. But he reckons quite fondly that would never be the case. You’re the life of the party, a breath of fresh air.. you’re his pretty pet! That expensive collar adorned around your neck is proof enough, costs him two glistening crowns and mountains of mora, further putting pressure on them for thinking about their teammate this way. How could they be so cruel? It’s not like you’re holding them back from their goal. They should not use petty excuses for their dislike towards you.

─ Being a proclaimed hero is exhausting, sucks the energy right out of him. Sometimes he just wants to let go of these burdensome tasks, enjoy a day or two without responsibilities, and spend time with you at his own pace. His sister can afford to wait a little longer. Aether knows the journey to reuniting with Lumine will take a while, if not a couple of dreadful months. Maybe she’d grow fond of you too when the chance arrives. They have the same taste in darlings, they’re twins after all. But as of now, you’ll be jubilant at his side like the good pet he’s conditioned you to be overtime. And no one will ever take you away from him.

01. Submission

“Who’s my pretty baby?”

His gloved fingers are clutched under your chin, prompting you to look at him as he coos a little too sweetly for someone’s taste. Enviously long blonde eyelashes fluttering in the night, a stark contrast from the everlasting dark surrounding Mondstadt. It’s just the two of you around a temporary campfire that crackles life, the rest finding solace in a small tavern nearby.

Aether seemed insistent that a humble tent would be a more fitting option for tonight. A sense of privacy and space from everyone, a time where star-crossed lovers can rewind and distress in each other’s loving embrace. Who were you to disagree? His youthful appearance is a faux. He knows a lot better than most, knowledge and age preceding hundreds of years, but they don’t want to believe that. They think he is simply a reckless teenager with no clear understanding for this world, indulging in ignorance. Although there are some instances that has them questioning these biased impressions.

After all, no being can be this skilled at everything.

“I.. I am,” you whisper, unsure. 

Is this the right answer?

You don’t want to accidentally say the wrong thing. You don’t want to disappoint him at all. You want love talk. You want praise, fake and all. 

You want him to feel vehemently proud of you, but for what exactly?

His teammates were right. What can you do, for him?

He smiles sweetly. A little too sweet as he bends down slightly to press a doting kiss onto the temple of your forehead earning a small whine. Adorable little thing you are, still aren’t confident even when being smothered in his slobbering affection from head-to-toe. That wasn’t his intention, the quite opposite of it,  actually. But since you’ve always been so obedient for him, then there is no issue. In fact, this part of you is endearing. So endearing that he has an overwhelming urge to bully you into tears.

“Open your mouth, puppy.” An eager finger prods against your lips despite him asking, no demanding, and you do. 

He takes advantage the moment your mouth opens ajar, stuffing it with two large fingers. Drool starts pooling, slipping uncontrollably down your lips. You can’t keep it from slobbering all over him and it makes you want to dig up a hole and die out of embarrassment.

You don’t, regrettably, enduring the shame as long as it pleases Aether.

The coarse leather of his glove rub against your pink tongue as he swirls his digits around it, feeling the warmth prickling through the material. You staring up at him with the most innocent, glistering eyes he’s ever discovered - never losing the spark.

“You’ve been such a good girl lately,” his free hand slowly trails down to the hems of your shorts, “I think.. it’s about time I reward you properly.”

Albedo, and the Curious Cat.

─ Your very existence is already curious enough. There is no doubt that you are still human, that part he can tell. But more observations calls when he realizes the similarities you have to a domesticated kitty cat. Your ears are not only an accessory, he notes: they cave in to the slightest touch of his warm hands, purring contently to yourself. And your lively tail: highly sensitive, even grazing it slightly makes you jump in fright. How interesting. How intriguing. He plans to conduct experiments with you for the rest of his life, not that you’d catch on or take the time to care. Not if every need and want is being provided for you.

─ You are painfully unaware of these guinea pig intentions, too busy enjoying the time of your life being lavished in affection because no one has ever showed you this much love. Spoiled you are. Refusing everyone’s kindness but his. The favoritism is apparent and he loves the bias that flows madly in your blood. It tells him that you love him without the telling. It shows him that you still care for him despite not admitting, this is all he could really ask from you which is not much. 

─ Another thing he adores is your blossoming curiosity. It can kill the cat, but there is no need to be frightened over everything. Isn’t that why Albedo is here? To help you on your endeavors in learning about our constantly changing world, to keep you grounded and loose at the same time - thinking you are free when you are not. An illusion if you will. This is for your sake because a cat cares about their sense of solitude and he’s not going to correct that thinking. You will find out soon enough who holds the real power. You can leave anytime you want. The doors are open. The opportunity is always there. No matter the  decision, you will find yourself at his front porch, ashamed and understandably abashed. 

The outside world is not meant for a lonely little cat.

02. Fascination

It was your mistake to ask an innocent question.

Hey Albedo, you say this out of nowhere, all curled up happily in his lap purring to yourself as he has his hands busied with a book containing theories, inquiries, and speculation, what is over-stimulation?

Your curiosity is sudden, but forever encouraged. Where could you have possibly heard of this, he ponders. Was it when he left you alone with that cavalry captain? Or was it that librarian.. Hanging around an indubitably bad influence is not something he’d wanted, but it happened. 

Whether the case may be, he’s happy to answer.

Although, why bother explaining when he can thoroughly show you, body and mind? People learn best through experience. After one or two loving sessions, you’ll be a veteran on this subject in later time. That is why you are currently strapped to a table with your legs spread wide open for easy access to everything, unable to cope with the all-too overbearing stimulation going on in your fluttering cunt - squirming, trying to break through these iron restraints because it is simply too much for you.

A dubious machine that he’s spent the time building for weeks on end is finally completed. A curious cat has bugged him enough, wondering what this weird invention’s purpose was. His reply was curt and cold, “You’ll see.”

And see you did.  

Now, it is propped right in front of the table, two foreign bodies invading the two of your most sensitive spots, the reason why you were an unraveled mess. Tears, snot, sweat streams fervently down your ruined face and onto your swollen lips, attempting to swallow down these moans.

“N-No - nyah ! No... no more, I’ll, I’ll die -”

Your toes curl up again, nearing your fifth orgasm as your body trembled sharply. Breathing heavily, wanting to catch a break but being unable to. The machinery is merciless - Albedo is, refusing to turn off or at least turn down the setting to a more appropriate speed.

He licks his lips.

Pen tucked in his meticulous fingers as he documents what is being displayed, palming the growing bulge through his shorts.

“The human body is durable. You can handle it a couple more times, I know you can.”

Bennett, and Bunny.

─ You are the first individual to willingly tag along his unfortunate-packed adventures, the second official member of the Bennett Adventure Guild! A sweet blessing brought down to earth, one who doesn’t see his bad luck as a bother, or at least not all of him. He might’ve mistaken you for an angel if it weren’t for the floppy ears and cotton ball tail, although that doesn’t count - you’re practically everything to him now. You’re more knowledgeable in cooking and medicine and he’s more versed in the scavenging and battling, doesn’t that make a wonderful team?

─ On the flip side, you are much more timid than he expected. He guesses it must be the nature of a rabbit, and that is no issue. In fact, that trait makes you even more precious to protect in his curious eyes. He swears it! You give him another meaning in life, another reason to fight back the cruel rumors surrounding him like a stubborn curse, which is unmistakably true. Someday, sometime, Bennett will find a cure to be rid of this stupid misfortune, settling down in a humble little village with you right after. What a dream. Still a bit faraway from now, but nowhere near impossible. He’s sure of it.

─ Evidently touchy. Uncomfortably so. Doesn’t help that you are already shy enough, cowering anytime he makes skin contact. Disappointing to say the least. Nevertheless, with time and a bit of exposure, eventually someone like you can get used to this treatment. A protective arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to showcase the passionate love between unyielding lovers; aggressive kisses that leave one breathless and desperate for air; everything affectionate. Bennett is all about showing appreciation through skinship, wanting to know more of both you and your body intimately.

03. Desire

“Um, B-Bennett..? Say.. Ah... do you need something?” 

His gaze darkens to an emerald gem that lost its shine, void of its innocence, hungry for another’s purity - and you’re the willing target. Face flushed, shutting your eyes tight feeling those gloved and surprisingly experienced fingers, tracing the silver necklace he’s gifted you around your petite neck. 

The bedazzle brings out a certain brightness in you, one that cannot be dampened. 

Your face heats up because not only was he touching you shamelessly, but his other sneaky hand cups the right cheek of your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as if to let those behind you know that you are off-limits. Bennett knows travelers too well. They want you. They want to taint you, to corrupt you from the inside and out - like him. 

Why else would they bother staring at you in silence?

You’re flustered. 

He was always like this. Wanting to keep a hand or more on you, wanting to feel your smooth skin against him. If it were behind close doors - in the privacy of a secluded home, then this wouldn’t be so strange. In fact, you’ll be eager to.

But you’re not. 

You’re sharing a fancy dinner at a local tavern, in a public environment. People can clearly see and hear the heated exchange going; customers lightly chattering amongst each other, the fireplace flickering, and low moans. Does Bennett not care about being discreet, or does he want them to know what he does to you?

“Nothing... You’re just really, really pretty.”

He leans a lot closer, too much for comfort. A short gasp leaves your lips. You already know that look in his eyes. Teeth nipping the outer shell of your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

He wants you.

Chongyun, and the Lost Puppy.

─ Cute... beyond cute. That you are, born in the land of declared freedom and finding yourself stranded all the way down South in prosperous Liyue. How bad were you with directions to end up here out of all places? Not that he minds, you would’ve never met him otherwise. Presenting himself as a lonesome exorcist from the mountains, on a journey to find purpose, and peace wherever in Teyvat. You’re enlightened! Where you came from, not much spirits haunt the villages, or anywhere to tell the truth. It is not a wonder that this young man seems interesting, wanting to tag along on his so-called trip to self-discovery, curious to how the process works.

Well, if you insist. Come along now, he isn’t waiting forever.

─ Still, your energy is tiresome. Reminds him of the theatrics Hu Tao pulls off in her free time.. minus the mischief, and Chongyun knows you truly mean well despite everything that conspires. He loves you, but goodness, you make him want to tear his hair out constantly. Anger shouldn’t exist within him. It’s risky in plenty of ways. Maybe you’re just playing around (with a dangerous game) like any other playful puppy. Perhaps you need someone else who’s equally as exuberant to calm down. He keeps telling himself this in order to not snap, and here you are baiting him with those long eyelashes. 

─ Then again, you’re clueless on this issue. He’s never properly warned you about his... unique condition. He didn’t feel the need to, not if it never happens. Chongyun tried his best to avoid such situation once you came along. Taking extra caution in eating extra cold food, passing you onto a trusty friend, Xingqiu, in case he feels a sense of danger ahead. Everything seemed to be going well which should’ve been a major red flag. As they say, communication is the key to a long healthy, prosperous relationship.

04. Danger

"No... [Name], you need to leave - right now.” Breath labored, Chongyun uses the remaining energy coursing through his body to shake you off. 

“B-But.. But, I don’t want to!”

You yammer. Being told to stray after from who was essentially your owner hurts, causes your tail to lower in shame, ears drooping but you stand your ground despite his command. Determination pulsates in your veins, a trait he’d come to love as much as he openly hates. 

“Last...” 

His head hurts. 

“... Chance,” he’s sneering, trying to scare you away as a last attempt.

Please... Leave.

It’s a solid warning. For your sake, your safety - he fears what will happen if his vision fades into darkness. He is a force to be reckoned with for he cannot be controlled whenever positive cognition takes effect. There is no time to inform you; there is no time for you to stand there helplessly like an idiot - praying, as if it’ll get anywhere. Even if there are archons, it hardly matters. They won’t bother answering, not when this situation could’ve been avoided.

“I’m… No, I can’t! I’m not leaving you!”

Before it’s too- 

Everything is starting to get hazy.

Late.

.

.

His eyes flutter open, slowly but surely and you’ve never been so relieved for him to wake up. You were so, so scared. If he didn’t respond then you wouldn’t have known what to do. Find help, call desperately for a passerby, hope for the best. There’s only so much a pet can do, and that makes you realize what little contribution you were in his world.

“... Yun!” 

He’s quiet. Too quiet.

“Yun...?”

Something is off.

“[Name].. I’m so happy you’re here!”

That tone in his voice, that dark flicker in his eyes; this wasn’t him. Who is this, you’re intimidated by the sudden glee and change in personality, scrambling backwards with your hands, bottom and feet but you don’t make it that far, this is not Chongyun. Or at least the part you weren’t familiar with.

The ends of his mouth breach for a wicked grin, inching closer, no room for you to scamper away.

“Eh?” He tilts his head, “Why are you moving away?”

He is at fault,

but you’ll pay anyways.

Tartaglia, and the Lured Cat.

─ He’s stumbled upon you on his daily excursions, during work, chilling outside on the porch purring underneath the shade. Your pale grey ears catch his attention, and the harbringer can’t help asking if he can pet them. He’s off-duty! Why? Well the real question has to be why not. Hybrids aren’t too common in Snezhnaya. Some live among Liyue, coexisting with their human compatriots in peace. Although he hasn’t found the time to properly interact with one, you’re here now to make his day - and possibly his entire life if you keep being so adorable for him.

Is that even possible?

─ This obsession starts small. He comes to visit your home at least once a week, bringing you small trinkets he’s collected during work, and the occasional gigantic fish for your family to prepare - ‘taming’ you on the long run. They are quite fond of your new friend, always inviting him in for a bit of his time. The stories, the gifts, the company; they love him. So much, that when Tartaglia ask for your hand in marriage out of nowhere - your mother gleefully cheers while your father tuts, but cumbersomely accepts. You do not have a say. He doesn’t provide an opening, throwing all sorts of reassuring statements and claims that he will take really good care of you.

To them you are regarded as his soon-to-be wife. And to him, you will be treated as a domesticated animal.

─ Being greeted by his humongous home that towers you and an attentive staff was the last thing on your mind. You knew he had some sort of power, money, but this was just far too much. Laying down the ground rules, giving a light tour around the house, he doesn’t have too many. Only that you’ll remain here never to be seen in the sunlight, and to refer to him as master. Rubs his ego for the wrong ways. Although isn’t this a fair trade, you have everything and anything at the tip of your fingers for a small price of abandoning your pride.

He may love, cherish, spoil you, but do not forget. 

You are very much still a pet.

05. Heat

“I... I, master ! I need to cum. Please, please !” You are riding rampantly on his thigh, whining and moaning with each buckle of the hips trying to chase your high. There’s a burning sensation towards your lower region, a sensation you’re trying to get rid of so desperately, but no amount of grinding can dissolve this… this frustrating feeling. To be teased to the edge and not be granted the sweet release of pleasure is torturing.

You need more.

He smirks coquettishly at this pathetic performance. Who knew that a heat cycle affected you this much? Your family never mention this... not that he’s complaining. This just makes you all the more ravishing, seeing you so needy, so vulnerable for him makes his dick throb.

But no, there has to be some self-control. You must show him how badly you want him before he’ll lift a finger.

“My thigh is all yours, lovergirl.”

Tartaglia chimes, reveling in your dilemma.

“B-But, need more... your - nngh!” His leg suddenly bounces up, causing you to yelp, sharp nails digging into his shoulder.

“Cum on me first, and then I’ll take care of everything.”

Diluc Ragnvindr, and the Abandoned Rabbit.

─ You wouldn’t have been here if he hadn’t found you hidden away in the bushes: terrified, injured, and abandoned by the one who swore to protect you from everything. The first few weeks were a pain. You’d want nothing to do with him, or his staff, refusing to come out from under his bed until dawn. Peeking your head to see if anyone was near, slowly picking at the cold vegetables left in a bowl before crawling back under once the door creaks open. He’s forced to be patient. Rabbits must assume everyone is an enemy in order to survive in the wild woods, he does not take much offense as one would expect - to say that he is not peeved however is a little lie. 

─ For the next two weeks he lets you seek shelter in his master bedroom, leaving some food and giving a few words of encouragement that’ll hopefully make you comfortable here. “I’m not going to hurt you.” “Eat.” “Get some rest.” The staff wonder why their young master has bothered to take in some stray being. He leaves it up all to their imagination, the reason won’t change anything. How funny, growing fond of someone who’s hardly interacted with him, won’t allow him the chance to anyways. Loneliness, maybe. The mansion was a little too large for him, one more person would make a huge difference. 

─ You’re starting to get used to him and a few people. Quietly roaming the estate, insisting on doing some chores along with the maids even if it’s not needed. Diluc doesn’t particularly care, you’re free to do anything as long as you remain here in this mansion. Whatever makes you feel at home is fine. There’s a collar around your neck for good measures, can never be too safe - people have to know who they’re messing with if they cross paths with you. You’re a part of the Ragnvindr family, don’t think of yourself as any lower unless you force his hand.

06. Punishment

Pathetic whimpers fill up the entire basement. 

You weren’t trying to leave, not on purpose. Someone had trouble juggling a couple chores and you took some to help them. There were no intentions on leaving the premise altogether when you stepped outside; tend to the bountiful garden, chase off pesky slimes nearby, just some minor tasks that’ll benefit the workers.   

Never did you expect to be abruptly called to his office. Being reprimanded intensely, scolded for trying to help around the house, not being able to have a say in this one-sided argument - no break.

“Master Diluc... I’m... I’m truly sorry-“

“Shut it.”

You are now propped over his knee, bum and fuzzy ball of a tail exposed for the entire staff to see as they glance flustered at this startling display, and at each other blanketed in discomfort. When their boss asked if they could help him with something they figured it must’ve concerned the winery, business.

Not... this.

You’re used to these types of punishments. Standing in the corner swallowed in darkness, starved of food and affection, anything. You’ve managed to survive alone for a few days after being abandoned in the middle of the forest - this was nothing. The audience, however, is a new addition. So new, that you’ve already starting crying before anything could happen.

He’s not convinced.

“… Look at them.”

And you do, you’ve no choice anyways. His tightening grip on your hair says that much as he pulls on it even harder. Globs of tears run down your cheeks, wanting to save yourself further embarrassment by closing your eyes - but you don’t. It’ll just make Diluc all the more agitated.

They want to look away in respect for their young lady. They want to look away because this was an invasion of privacy but doing so would have them disrespecting Diluc and that’s the last thing they would ever do. He’s providing their income, the giant paychecks that feeds them and their impoverished families back home. What could a little bunny offer that’ll change their minds?

“Tell them.”

He’s unforgiving during these sessions.

“P-Please… wai-“

Smack.

Ruthless.

The sound reverberates through the air as a stinging pain pulsates through your bottom. Your scream is coarse and dry, has everyone flinching but him. 

“I’m…” You sniff, “I’m..”

Another slap. Another cry.

“I’m a bad girl!”

He’ll have you repeat this phrase until your throat bleeds.

[stargazer-balladeer]

it’s my birthday soon and i’ve always felt lonely during my birthdays— so if it’s alright, can i request headcanons for scaramouche, xiao, and albedo with an s/o who only locks themselves in their bedroom because they don’t feel special enough to even celebrate their birthday? thank you 🥺

S/o’s birthday but locks themselves in their rooms because they don’t feel special [Genshin Impact]

Characters Included: Albedo, Scaramouche & Xiao

Notes: 👁👄👁 the title is so long- i don’t know how to shorten it- hshshs. Btw, HAPPY ADVANCE BDAY ANON-!! I KNOW THAT FEELING ANON- SO UR NOT ALONE 🤧🤧 if you want to talk, you can msg me anytime-! You deserve to be showered with love-! Hope ya’ll like this!

Reader’s Gender: Neutral

Warning: none

[aether, childe, diluc, kaeya, venti]

Albedo

As much as Albedo wants to remember your birthday, he just forgets because of many things running through his mind. Especially when it comes to new discovery. He’ll be so sorry when he remembered that your birthday was today-

At first, Albedo had a hard time looking for you. He asked everyone- yes even Diluc, Kaeya, Jean, Klee, everyone- but no one has seen you. Which made him worried since no one has seen you the entire day—

He would literally tear down Mondstadt trying to find you until he remembered that he hasn’t check your house yet. When he finds that you’ve been locked up in your room the entire day, it literally broke his heart- ;w;

He would feel like it’s his fault that you don’t feel special, like bro- he would have a sad puppy face on. He will put his hands on either side of your face and make you face him-

“You are special. You are like the sun. You are like a (God/Goddess). Even if you don’t feel special yourself, you’re special to me. And since you’re my beloved, my (prince/princess), you deserve all the happiness and love in the world. You deserve to feel special on your special day. So smile, I don’t want to see any tears.”

Albedo would do anything you want, probably to make up his forgetfulness- :p if you want cuddles, then cuddles you’ll get. If you want a cake or something, he’ll try to bake something, no promises though. (Its the thought that counts, right? 👀).

Albedo would use his ability of drawing and bringing them to life. He would draw all sorts of things, bunnies, squirrels, flowers, and others. He knew that you love watching him draw and bringing them to life. It honestly warms his heart knowing you love what he’s passionate about.

If you want, Albedo could talk to you about all the things he found out recently. All of the research and things he discovered. If you ever question some things regarding about what he discovered, he would happily try to explain it. (It’s honestly adorable seeing him explaining the things he discovered in his research- 🤧)

At the end of the day (around 11-), he would cuddle with you while laying beside you. Every so often, he would press a kiss on your head.

“Happy Birthday, my love. May many more to come... the next time your birthday come, I promise we’ll celebrate it together properly.”

Scaramouche

If you think that Scaramouche doesn’t care about your birthday, then you’re right-! 😃 I’m joking- (unless-). He honestly wants to spend your birthday together with you, but his duty as a Harbinger comes first.

Believe me when I say he feels guilty. Leaving you alone on your special day is honestly low, even for him. He would definitely try to finish all of his missions immediately to get back to you. He would do whatever means necessary to finish them all immediately (he might or might not have sacrificed some people in the process- 👀).

You can imagine his confusion when he couldn’t find you anywhere. He already has something set up for you, all he needs is the birthday person themselves. But he couldn’t you anywhere.

Someone better tell him to check your room or else he would literally tear down the Fatui headquarters just to look for you-! He seriously need to manage his anger- 😓

Scaramouche would find it weird to he finds out that you’ve been in your room for the entire day. At first, he didn’t understand why you’re doing this. But soon, he’ll understand. Afterall, he might’ve done that before..

This guy has no manner whatsoever as he just entered your room like he owns the place- one look at you and the next thing you know is that he’s pampering you- like he’ll be preparing a bath for you and choosing an outfit for you (he’s a fashionista, change my mind 😃). Like bro, who are you and what happened to Scaramouche?

“Tsk. You’re quite a handful, you do know that, correct? Making me go through all this effort to comfort you. Now tell me, who put that idea on your head? Was it your family? Was it someone else? I honestly want to murder whoever put that idea in your pathetic head. ‘Not special to celebrate your birthday’? Ha! Don’t make me laugh. Everyone deserves to feel special, even if its for one day. Now, stop being stubborn and enjoy it-!”

Scaramouche would pamper you so much, like his personality did a 180- he would be pressing kisses all over your body and praising you like theres no tomorrow. He would help you dry yourself and put on the outfit he chose for you. If your hair is long, he would help styling it.

He would take you on a fancy dinner date (this guy is also rich, fite me—). He would honestly spoil you lmao- so enjoy it while it lasts- 😃

“Don’t expect this everyday, okay? I’m not gonna put much effort the next time... still.. happy birthday, my beloved. Don’t ever feel like you’re not special when you’re special to me.. if you ever feel sad, come to me. Thank you for putting up with me.”

Xiao

(Yes I’ve remade the Xiao banner again- 🤧🤧 im very indecisive ik-)

Celebrating birthday? What’s that? Xiao honestly didn’t think much of it since centuries pass by with his day of birth passing each time, he never really thought much of it. Never bothered celebrating it.

But when he found out (from Verr or Rex Lapis/Zhongli) that the mortals celebrate their birthdays, he honestly doesn’t have a clue on how to celebrate it. So he might seek the help of Verr or the Traveller.

He does his best. Please give him credit for trying- ;;w;; He’ll try his best to make something for you. It won’t be anything grand. A simple picnic near Wangshu Inn with some Almond Tofu and other food-

So when the day of your birthday came, Xiao is nervous. He doesn’t know if you’ll like the surprise or not. But when he started to look for you, he was confused when he couldn’t find you before growing worried.

Unlike the other bois, he would immediately check your room before tearing the place down- when he finds you there, he’s honestly confused again- (poor bby, always getting confused- ;;w;;). When you explain to him that you just don’t feel special during your birthday, Xiao would get worried and upset-

The first thing he does is hug you. Like this is the only thing he knows about comforting someone- its not like he encountered humans that needs comforting- ;w;

“I.. don’t really know what it feels like to not feel special on your day of birth but.. you’re special to me. Isn’t that enough?”

Like broooo, he looks like a sad puppy- he’s honestly lost on what to do. You might as well need to comfort him too 😅. He would try to shower you with affections before dragging you to the picnic he set up.

He would be so relieved if you like or love the picnic he set up. As much as its embarrassing for him, he would allow you to feed him and, if you let him, feed you in return. He will continue to press some kisses on your face, head and hands. Because, like, u really deserve it- 🥺🥺

He would bring you to the highest mountain just near Wangshu Inn and enjoy the view, and possibly go stargazing with you. I can see him knowing how to make a flower crown for some reason :pp so he’ll make a flower crown out of Qingxin flowers and place it on your head-

“Happy day of birth, my love. Even as more days of birth come, I promise to make you special. Even though it’s not the grandest, I hope that my efforts and love will be enough.”

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[deathbyjoong]

ATEEZ Honeymoon HCs

Summary: I wrote a few thousand words on what I thought a honeymoon would be like with each member of ATEEZ. I hope you all enjoy ✨

Many many thanks to @bfyunho​ for beta-ing and generally being my favorite person 💕

Warnings: fluff and smut. 18+ ONLY!

Seonghwa

Y’all already KNOW that a honeymoon with Seonghwa is just gonna be two weeks of him exercising his duality

Constant love-making? Absolutely. But also! Lots of interesting things to do and many opportunities to make memories

Where’s he gonna do that? A large resort suite all to yourselves in Mediterranean ItalyIt’s warm, sensual, fun, perfect--everything you ever wanted

Days spent wandering the town, swimming, finding museums and restaurants

Seonghwa insists on taking selfies at every single location--he wants to know every single one of these moments long after his memory has failed him

Sunbathing on a private sailboat on the Amalfi Coast, soaking in the vitamin D 

The ship’s captain finds a beautiful, unoccupied spot in a shallow cove, and drops anchor

He then heads into the cabin of the boat to give you and your husband some privacy

Seonghwa sits on a lounge chair behind you, rubbing sunscreen on your shoulders

He’s letting his hands move just as slowly and sensually across your skin as he wants, taking his time in listening to your breath hitch in your throat

Eventually ducking his head down to press his lips to a spot on your neck he hasn’t covered yet, while his thumbs still rub circles on your shoulders

Giving all his attention to that one area, biting lightly then sucking the skin to soothe it

You lean your head back, giving him all the access he could want, and a soft sigh escapes your parted lips

His hair tickles your shoulder, but Seonghwa doesn’t linger long before he’s turning you to face him so he can kiss you properly

He’s got the ties of your swimsuit undone in seconds, and you throw your legs over Seonghwa’s hips as soon as it’s off

You grind yourself on him, abusing his swim shorts in your pursuit of a little friction

Hwa grips you by the waist, firmly but not enough to hurt. Just enough to get you close--enough to help you rise and fall on him

Something occurs to you, and you break the kiss to breathlessly murmur in his ear

“You need sunscreen, too. You’re gonna burn.”

Hwa chuckles, dangerously low, flashing his teeth as he reaches down with one hand and picks up the bottle he’d set on the deck

“My wife is so considerate,” he coos, handing it to you

You take it, rolling your eyes. But Seonghwa’s arms tighten around you once more, and you’re brought close to the tent in his shorts again

“Will you put some on me too, then?” He looks up at you with puppy dog eyes that are completely betrayed by his pupils, blown wide

You squeeze some of the lotion into your hands and let the bottle fall down as you spread it over his shoulders

You’re consumed by his kiss again, gripping his shoulders, arms, neck, wherever you can reach

His skin rubs slick against yours because of the sunscreen, and all you can taste is the salt on Seonghwa’s lips as he does away with his shorts and finally pushes into you

It doesn’t take more than ten minutes of soft moans, grinding, and his mouth against your neck for you to come, head thrown back and facing the sun

Your husband isn’t long after, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder as he loses himself in you

When you’ve come down from your high, Seonghwa stands slowly and pulls you with him

“Let’s go swimming.”

You spend the rest of the afternoon wading in the shallow waters of the cove, soaking in the sun and kicking up the white sand with your toes

When the sun starts to slide down the sky, setting everything aglow with orange and gold, Seonghwa stands behind you and holds his lips to the back of your head

His arms are around you, and your joined form sways gently with the waves until the sun falls away completely

When you get back to the resort, you both shower off and Seonghwa presents you with a beautiful dress to wear to dinner

He wines and dines you every single night, even making an effort to learn some Italian to more easily place your orders and interact with locals

And each night, he lifts his glass and toasts, “To you, Mrs. Park.”

Hongjoong

It took exactly zero convincing for you to get Hongjoong to agree to Paris

He loved the idea right away, because it’s a city known for its art and fashion

You reserve a penthouse room in the heart of Paris, with floor to ceiling windows and sheer white curtains

The two of you arrive in Paris decked out in the most impeccable airport fashion, ready to paint the city red

Unfortunately, the jet lag hits you both a little harder than expected

So you spend the rest of the first day sleeping and eating in bed, to the backdrop of sultry French soul music playing over the radio

The next morning, you wake up just as the sun is beginning to peek over the rooftops

It sends gold rays through the blue light of the morning

You slept with the windows cracked, and the soft breeze blows through the curtains

He’s sleeping next to you, and you curl up against him, perfectly content to get a few more minutes of sleep

His t-shirt smells like him--like home-- and you smile to yourself

But something less wholesome is going on his head

Hongjoong’s eyebrows tilt and his lips part as he whimpers in his sleep

It’s an expression you recognize, although he’s only ever made it while he’s very much awake

Usually as you take him, nails grazing down his stomach, watching his head fall back against the pillows

You have to wonder if that’s what he’s dreaming about, but you’re not about to sit by and let the dream version of you have all the fun

Throwing a leg over his hips, you rest your hands on Joong’s chest and slowly kiss his neck

He moans softly, eyes opening as he wakes

His hands find your hips, pulling you against the growing hardness in his sweatpants, and there’s a sheepish smirk on his face

“Sounded like a good dream,” you whisper against his lips

Hongjoong smiles in the dim light, his eyes flicking to your mouth

“It was,” he replies

His hand is creeping up your back, fingers purposely snagging on your t-shirt

“But nothing compared to this, and nothing compared to you,” he says, and kisses you firmly

You’re not usually one for morning sex, but this lazy love is exquisite in its own way

It’s all slow touches and kisses that are soft but not lacking in passion

Hongjoong shifts to be on top of you and your noses bump, causing both of you to giggle a bit

Joong hides his face in your neck, but takes the opportunity to place a few kisses there

The pair of you take your time in climbing the mountain, but you reach the peak at the same time, hands clasped and legs tangled

You tilt your head a little to watch his face as he comes because the sight of him, and the sounds he’s making, are nothing short of gorgeous

Following an equally slow comedown, you shower off together and clamber back into bed for another couple hours of sleep

When you’re both a bit more rested, you set out on foot to explore the city

Munching on croissants with Hongjoong at an outdoor cafe, and sipping espressos before setting off again

You stop at a small flower stand, and Joong buys you a handful of roses

As you walk on, he has his hands in his pockets, and you loop your arm through his

The content smile playing on his lips gives you a high, and you bask in the moment

The following day, you drive to the Musee du Louvre, and stay until closing time

Joong looks at the art, and you look at him, admiring your own masterpiece

You’re thankful you ended up here because it gives you a perfect, constant view of his profile, from his starry eyes to the tip of his nose to his lovely mouth

He catches you staring at him, and blushes while trying to suppress a smile

You do another day trip to the palace and gardens at Versailles, holding hands as you stroll through the ornate, golden halls and endless paths adorned by flowers

And, of course, it’s not a trip to Paris, or a trip with Hongjoong, if there isn’t shopping for clothes at some point

You pick outfits out for each other in the city’s best boutiques de vetements, from sleek luxury retailers to some of the more underrated shops in the art district

The two of you end up having to buy another suitcase for all the clothes you bring back, but this turn of events is shocking to no one

It’s the most fun you could have on a vacation, and your only consolation for having to go home at the end of the week is getting to start the best adventure of all

Being married to your best friend

Yunho

You’ve always wanted to visit Austria

What better occasion than your honeymoon to spend a week in Salzburg?

It’s all wonderful-- the music, scenery, history, and dancing!

It’s a series of beautiful moments from the very start of your trip

You and Yunho watch Harry Potter together on the plane there, sharing earbuds and mouthing the spells together

At one point, Yunho moves the armrest so the two of you can comfortably hold hands

You doze off together, heads resting against each other, and are only awoken by the captain announcing that you’ve landed

You were worried about jet lag, but your Energizer bunny husband has an abundance of contagious excitement

You drop your bags at the hotel, change clothes, and immediately set off on your first adventure

It’s a sunny, breezy day and the sweet aroma of flowers on balconies is everywhere

You’re strolling hand in hand down a cobblestone road in the historic district of the town when you and Yunho hear the music at the same time

You’re drawn like magnets to the sound of a small band playing on the sidewalk

Yunho pulls you in for a dance, just like you knew he would, one grasping yours and the other pulling you close by the waist

As he swings you in circles, you think to yourself, this is why you married him

His carefree nature, spontaneity, and the joy his spirit radiates

And the laughter in your ears that’s just as much music as the instruments being played on the corner of the street

Though you don’t know the steps, and you’re pretty sure Yunho is making them up on the spot, you never once stumble over each other

He ends the dance by twirling you around, tickled pink at how much fun you’re both having

Next, you find a little outdoor cafe, and insist on feeding him yourself

Yunho is blushing and acting like he thinks it’s ridiculous, but when you finally give up, he picks up the fork and hands it back to you with a sheepish smile

You giggle and scoop up a piece of the chocolate cake you’re sharing, watching his cheeks turn pink as he accepts it

By the time the cake is finished, you’ve got a bit of chocolate icing on the corner of your mouth

Instead of just pointing it out to you, Yunho becomes Yunhoe

There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes as he reaches across the little table and swipes his thumb across your lip

You thought he was just being cute, until he brings his hand back to his mouth and sucks the icing off his thumb

As you watch with a smirk, Yunho gives you a look that makes it clear he’s doing the math in his head of how quickly you can get back to the hotel room

He throws a handful of Euros on the table (more than the bill would’ve been) and grabs your hand

Twenty minutes later, you stumble backwards out of the elevator, arms thrown around Yunho’s shoulders

His mouth is hot over yours, and you have to laugh at yourself for not even making it one day before jumping each other

But hey-- what are honeymoons for, right?

He breaks your kiss only to swipe the key card at the room door, but his lips are right back on yours as soon as he can

Yunho picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and blindly pushes the door open behind you

You’re not sure whose idea it was, or if either of you even thought about it, but you end up bent over the balcony railing, your lower half shielded from pedestrians below only by flower boxes

Yunho’s got one hand around your waist, and the other hand braced on the railing

He’s groaning softly between kisses against the side of your neck, thrusting into you from behind

At one point his hand drifts from your waist to press into your clit, causing your head to fall back against his shoulder

Yunho puts a hand over your mouth to stifle the moans that you can’t keep in

You come shortly after with a muffled cry into his palm, and Yunho bites into your shoulder as gently as he can to muffle his own noise when he comes a moment later

You take a few moments to come down before Yunho walks you inside to clean off

You collapse onto the bed together for a much-needed nap, dozing off peacefully in your favorite place in the world-- your husband’s arms

Yeosang

You had to reason with Yeosang just a little to get him to agree to go to Greece for your honeymoon

But once he realized why you picked it out of all places, he came around

It offers food, sunshine, fresh air, and many adventures in a place made for exploring

Getting excited on the plane ride in, giggling with each other and looking out the window at the islands like a couple of excited kids

You go searching for the best views in Santorini, climbing through the endless maze of steps between white and blue buildings

So many selfies--Yeosang smiling shyly with his cheek pressed to the side of your head

After a while, he really starts to relax and have fun, and his smiles in your pictures get wider and wider

One day is devoted entirely to walking through the market in town, buying random food items just because they smell good and holding them out for the other to try

At one point Yeosang slips away while you’re not paying attention

Trying not to panic, you look around, feeling like a child who’s lost their mom at a supermarket

Just as you’re starting to lose your breath, Yeosang catches you by the waist

You knew it was him just by his touch, but you still look to his face for the reassurance that he’s there

There’s a glint in his eye that implies he’s amused by your concern at losing him, but he tells you it’s okay, and shows you where he went:

A bright bouquet of flowers no doubt native to the island is bursting from his hands in marvelous yellows, pinks, and whites

You recognize Asphodels, but the rest are beautiful, nameless mysteries

They almost get crushed between your bodies as you throw your arms around Sangie and kiss him in full public view

No one seems to mind it though-- it appears as though love is in the air on this day, carried by the light sea breeze and lit by the sun

Yeosang smiles into the kiss before reminding you to be careful of your flowers

You take them from him with a grin, but when you’re on your way home, the smile turns into a pout

“Sang?” “Yeah?” “My feet hurt.”

Yeosang fakes a dramatic sigh, but it’s not another second before he’s crouching in front of you, holding his arms out behind him

You gleefully climb on, and Yeosang carries you the rest of the short walk to your AirBnB

He’ll never say it out loud, but his favorite thing in the world is feeling your arms around his shoulders

Just like on your wedding day, just like now, just like he wants every day for the rest of his life

Another day, the two of you are hiking through some of the more rural parts of Santorini, and happen upon a beautiful wild olive grove near a cliff face

You come back the next morning with a blanket and some snacks, and spend the entire day in the shade

Admiring him as you sit by the seaside, because he looks so stunning among the greens and blues and yellows

Again--SO. MANY. SELFIES

It’s not your fault he looks that good

Maybe he looks a little too good

Maybe you make a mess of your picnic blanket after grabbing your husband and pulling him on top of you

Once Yeosang looks around and ascertains that there’s absolutely no one around, he’s all game

His hands are bunching the skirt up around your hips, his mouth greedy and searching your neck for any spot that’ll make you whimper when he sucks into it

Your spot in paradise turns into rapture as his fingers meet your core, massaging you until you start to dig your nails into his shoulder

You’ve got one hand on his bicep and the other in his hair when he takes you in one smooth motion, finding his rhythm like he never dropped it in the first place

You come apart beneath him, and beneath the softly rustling leaves of the olive trees

The two of you fall asleep shortly after, completely relaxed in each other’s arms

Holding hands on your walks through the town at night, underneath the twinkle lights

You’ve married your best friend, and this is the best beginning to your lives together that you could ever imagine

Happiness settles around you like a light blanket, and you hope it stays forever

San

Don’t ask me why, but a glass igloo hotel in Iceland seems perfect

It’s cozy but not too small, and it’s the picture of quiet luxury

The glass walls and ceiling give you a beautiful view of the wide Icelandic sky, which is clear as crystal after a fresh snowfall

There’s a fireplace against one wall, with a fuzzy rug in front of it and many, many pillows

You spend the first evening snuggled up there with San, sipping hot chocolate and talking about every random thing you can think of

He keeps finding reasons to say “my wife”, getting all giggly every time he does

After you fall asleep, another storm rolls through, dropping an extra foot of powdery snow all around you

You and San are oblivious, however, because you’re both fast asleep under several layers of blankets

Safe and warm in your little nest, you nuzzle your face into San’s neck, and he tightens his arms around you in his sleep

Because being with you, and keeping you close, comes as naturally to him as breathing

When you wake up, you see the wonderland outside and it’s not even a discussion-- you and Sannie are outside as fast as you can put on your clothes

You play in the snow together, and his adorable laugh echoes around you every time he beans you with a snowball

Chasing each other around like little kids, giggling and kicking up the snow

San catches you by the waist and spins you around, making sure to never drop you

You wrestle around a bit but eventually end up making snow angels together

When you stand up to admire your outlines in the snow, San pulls you close and presses his face into your hair

Putting an arm around his waist, you brush some of the snow off his jacket

He catches your hand, and holds it to his chest, where you can feel his heart pounding

“Never forget that this beats for you, okay?”

You almost cry, but opt to pull San to you and press kisses all over his face instead

He just giggles and accepts every single peck on his quickly-heating cheeks

Later that day, you make your way to the hot springs nearby, running as fast as you can to the water’s edge after dropping your coats

It’s a rush to the senses, slipping into the hot spring and away from the frigid air

San is behind you, gripping your hand tightly

You find a ledge that’s been carved into the rock underwater, and make yourselves comfortable on it

San leans back, eyes closed, and you can see the puffs of his breath coming slower and slower as he fully relaxes

You lean back against his arm, enjoying the feeling of his skin and the soft water pooling around you

You end up throwing your legs over his thighs and curling into his side

His arm goes around your shoulders, and you feel every bit of worry leave your body

You’re heavy with relaxation, but you feel lighter than ever

That evening, you’re watching a movie and sipping spiked hot chocolate when a flash of green lights up the igloo

Gasping, you stand up to stare skywards, mouth open

San turns off the movie and moves next to you, taking your hand and squeezing it lightly

You watch the Northern Lights in silence as they ripple across the sky in vivid purples, blues, and greens

A few minutes into the show, you glance over at San to see his eyes glittering with all the colors

He looks so beautiful, holding entire galaxies, and he doesn’t even realize it

When the lights begin to fade down, you reach over and pull San to you

He knew what you wanted from the first millisecond of touch

He responds in kind, tugging you as close to him as he can and making quick work of both your shirts

Chests pressed together and breathing ragged, you let yourselves fall back onto the rug

Arms and legs tangle as you make love beneath the glass ceiling, and the auroras begin to flicker again, making everything that much more beautiful

Falling asleep in each others’ arms, not only for the warmth, but because you love him more than anything in the world

Mingi

Madagascar!

It’s a lesser known honeymoon destination, with fewer people than some of the more popular spots in Europe or the Caribbean

You have your own bungalow on the beach, with room service twice a day and spa services as well

Getting massages and face masks with Mingi? Yes. Doing so in matching fluffy white robes? Double yes.

Going on a safari adventure to see the lemurs!

You and Mingi pile into the backseat of an open-air Jeep and a driver takes you around one of the wildlife refuges

You two have the time of your lives looking at all the animals, grabbing each other and pointing when you see a new one

He’s smiling so big the entire time, and his happiness is contagious

You both sleep in late every day just because you can--no alarms, just birds twittering and sunlight filtering through the blinds

Waking up in each other’s arms, nestled under a layer of soft blankets

All you have to do is open your eyes, and Mingi is right there, sleeping soundly with the corners of his mouth turned up

His hair is tousled and he looks so peaceful

That is, until you try to get up to make breakfast, and he refuses to let you get out of bed

He doesn’t even wake up; just throws one arm around you and hugs you tight, humming in his sleep with a little pout on his lips

You can’t help but smile, and relent to his cute charm

An hour or so later, when both of you wake up, Mingi kisses you all over your face

It’s the best way to say “good morning” in his opinion, and you’re pretty sure he’s right

Another day, you do a guided hike through Amber Mountain National Park

There are even more lemurs, and many other animals

The air is so clean you can’t even believe it, and peace seeps into you with each step further into the lush, green wilderness

You stop to swim in an emerald pool at the foot of a small waterfall, and your guide steps away to give you a moment of privacy

You get close to Mingi, resting your hands on his shoulders and pressing your forehead to his

The water flows softly around you, but Mingi is your rock--steadfast and comfortable to you always

He kisses you sweetly, and you feel any tension he might have had leaving his body with each deep inhale

Your favorite moment from the trip, however, has to be your journey to the Avenue of the Baobabs

The Baobab trees have long been a legendary symbol of the African wilds, but seeing them up close in reality is its own level of breathtaking

Nothing could have prepared you for just how massive the Baobabs are, towering above the horizon as you approach in your tour Jeep

You’re dropped off at the beginning of the path that winds through hundreds of the giant trees, and told to meet back there in a couple of hours

Mingi pulls you down the trail excitedly, telling you that if he had to be a tree, he would be one of these

You snap your favorite photo ever that afternoon

It’s a picture of Mingi, grinning widely, hugging a Baobab (or trying to, since that particular tree had a diameter of about fifteen feet)

He looks so happy, almost childlike, and the joy just radiates off of him

That picture gets framed the second you return from your trip, and it’s also the lockscreen on your phone

Although your days are spent visiting every destination on the island, your evenings are a much-needed quiet time to recharge

You and Mingi snuggle up for a movie some nights, and other nights you drink on the porch and listen to the sounds of the jungle

Sometimes you get distracted from the movie or the scenery, and kiss Mingi a whole bunch instead

He’s more than willing to pull you close, and even carry you off, when you whisper something sinful in his ear

But no matter what you get up to, his love and sweetness are in every touch

Whether you’re out and about, or enjoying a quiet moment to yourselves, his arm is around you always, and you never have to ask twice for extra kisses

Wooyoung

A beach resort in Turks and Caicos seems like the perfect place to go with Wooyoung

Hear me out-- it’s got music and tourists that are just as loud as he is

Crystal clear, bright blue waters greet you as the two of you hitch a ride from the airport

All the windows in the cab are down, because it’s sunny and just the right kind of warm

Salty sea air fills your lungs and the wind breezes through your hair

You’re given complementary rum punch when you check in, and it’s the perfect start to your trip

You and Wooyoung drop your bags off at the room and immediately change into your swimsuits

The resort backs right up to the beach, so you run out in your sandals, hand in hand as you make a beeline toward the water

The sand is hot beneath your feet, but you don’t even notice because you’re so excited and the water! is so! blue!

You crash into the surf seconds later, the warm water swirling around your legs

You wade through the water until you’re chest deep, then kick up your feet and float on your back

There are no breakers, nor boats allowed, in the calm waters of the bay, so you float in the soft blue for a little bit, content to just let the tide wash you back to shore in whatever timeline it sees fit

You reach out at the line between sea and sky, meeting the skin of Wooyoung’s arm

He’s still standing, staring in wonder at the paradise around you, but he takes your hand without thinking

He’s your anchor, letting you float without drifting away

You spend the next several hours going back and forth between the sea and the sand, finding beach chairs to lounge on while you lay in the sun

As the sun starts to fall in the sky, you decide to head back to the room to shower off and get dressed for a fancy dinner

You’re minding your business, rinsing the shampoo out of your hair, when the bathroom door opens and Wooyoung pokes his face inside

“Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all. It’ll save water,” you respond, smiling

Woo sheds his swimshorts and joins you, slipping in as fast as he can to keep the steam inside the glass door of the shower

You massage shampoo into his hair, enjoying his little hums of appreciation

He rinses it out while you wash your body, and you stand behind him as he washes off too

His back is to you and you openly stare at the water running down his back

You feel heavy, relaxed, from spending all day in the sun, but there’s one thing that could make this afternoon even better

Once all the soap is off of him, you step forward and kiss the spot between his shoulder blades

Never a stranger to your unspoken wishes, Wooyoung leans his head back as you kiss your way up to his shoulder

When you can’t reach any more, he turns and kisses you, hard

He’s got one hand snaked around your waist and the other holding your face to his

Your arms are around his shoulders in a heartbeat, and he backs you against the tile

It’s cold, but the warm water is still running between your bodies, giving you shivers

Wooyoung breaks the kiss only to kneel in front of you, throwing your leg over his shoulder

He brings you to the edge with his mouth, then stands again, keeping your leg hitched over his hip

When he fucks you, you’re worried that people are going to see the scratches on his shoulders the next day at the beach

But eventually, you can’t be bothered to think about it, and you lose yourself in his touch instead

You come apart shortly after, chests heaving and skin pressed to wet skin

A little while later, you’re toasting one another over dinner

The restaurant offers many amazing local delicacies, and Wooyoung insists on hand-feeding you at least half of them throughout your trip

There’s live music every night at the resort’s restaurant & bar, and Wooyoung doesn’t think twice about pulling you with him to the dancefloor

You’re not overly confident in your dancing skills, but Woo pulls you close and shows you some simple steps as other couples join around you

After a couple of songs, you’re able to get into the groove of the funky music that the island loves so much

Wooyoung’s smile is all you need to know you’re moving the right way, and you dance to a few more songs before going back to the bar counter for more fruity drinks

The two of you continue to get tipsy, then walk to the beach and make out in the sand like a couple of teenagers

You’re both giggling between kisses, digging your toes into the sand, and existing purely in the moment

Everything is sweet, from the taste of pineapple on his tongue to the heady aroma of plumeria blooms in the trees

Every day is a beach day in this place. You’ve never had this much fun, splashing and playing in the water, laughing nonstop

One afternoon, Wooyoung is passed out on a beach chair under an umbrella, lulled to sleep by the day’s warmth and the sounds of the ocean

After taking a picture of him to giggle at later, you get an idea

The air is fragrant with the sweet smell of the thousands of flowering bushes that are planted throughout the resort’s grounds

Nobody would miss a few of those flowers, would they? If you were to, say, pluck some and decorate your husband with them?

You slip away from the chairs and your sleeping Woo to gather a few blooms from the nearest row of landscaping, returning with sweet-smelling handfuls of them

You giggle to yourself, putting the flowers all around Wooyoung’s head like a little halo of yellows, whites, and pinks

He doesn’t even notice them until he wakes up, gets back in the water, and sees a bunch of petals in the surf around him

You laugh and take photos of all of it

Being on a catamaran at sunset, sitting side by side with your head on his shoulder

The sky is painted in vivid oranges and reds, and Woo’s hand rests on your thigh, his breathing slow and even next to you

The wind is a bit cool on your wet skin, but the sun still delivers warmth, and you inhale the smell of saltwater on Wooyoung’s skin

He turns his face slightly to kiss the top of your head, and you smile knowing that his love for you comes without him even having to think about it

As the boat smoothly cuts through the water, you feel completely at peace

You’re exactly where you’re meant to be, and it’s hard to think about your life turning out any other way than this moment, with this man

Jongho

Buenos Aires, Argentina

Incredible local food, soccer matches, constant music, breathtaking city scenery--it’s a neotropical dream

First of all, Jongho is amazing to travel with

Being the eldest of his family, he’s well-prepared with a bag full of snacks, meds, toiletries, headphones, and neck pillows for both of you

He looks so cute on the flight, snuggled up in his complimentary blanket and neck pillow

He’s pouting in his sleep and you take several photos just because

When you get to the hotel room, he bravely offers to carry your luggage up the stairs for you

But he makes you wait at the bottom of the stairs so that he can come back and scoop you into his arms

Because he insists on carrying you bridal-style at every opportunity, starting with your arrival to the room

It’s a suite on the second floor, with its own balcony overlooking the main walkway below

You can look out over shops and restaurants and bars, all the nightlife in one place

You change out of your airport clothes, then venture out to grab some drinks and go shopping-- the boys had bullied Jongho into promising that he’d bring back gifts

The two of you are buzzing by the time night falls, but your feet are sore from walking and you’re exhausted from the flight

So you grab some food to-go from one of the restaurants and take it back to the room

You chow through dinner with the balcony doors open, allowing the music and chatter of the streets to carry in on the soft, warm breeze

Going into food comas immediately after eating, you and Jongho pass out on top of the covers, facing each other with hands clasped in the middle

You wake up to brilliant sunlight and Jongho’s arm thrown over you

He’s your life-size teddy bear, and you snuggle closer to him for warmth and comfort

When you both get up and around, you surprise Jongho with tickets to this year’s Superclasico-- only the biggest soccer match in Buenos Aires!

Jongho tries to play it cool, but you can tell he’s absolutely giddy at getting to attend a sports game while he’s here

He loves soccer, after all, and he can’t stop smiling the entire way to the stadium

He practically drags you by the hand to your seats, which are so close to the field that you can hear the footballers yelling to each other

Jongho doesn’t sit down a single time during the game, shouting excitedly in Korean even though he doesn’t know anything about these teams or who to root for

He’s just glad to be there, and it’s an absolutely fantastic match

On your short walk home, he’s got so much energy from being amped up by the game that he stops you on the sidewalk and tells you to get on his back

You blush profusely, but who are you to say no? Besides, you love seeing him be this carefree

The two of you stick out like a sore thumb in the streets of Argentina since you’re giggling like crazy and he’s singing to you in a language that definitely isn’t local

You indulge in some amazing street food before going back to the hotel and getting ready for the evening

He got tickets to a theater show, and it gives you an opportunity to get all dressed up

Your husband looks so handsome in his casual suit, and when you walk out in your dress, he’s holding roses

The show is wonderful, and you’re both part of the standing ovation it receives

You throw off your shoes when you get home, but there’s so much excitement outside that the night is hardly over

Standing on your balcony, listening to singing in the streets and bars below, with Jongho’s arms around you from behind

This man clearly did his research before coming here, because he actually knows some of the songs in Spanish and you bet your ass he serenades you as musicians pass by below

There are fireworks some nights for no apparent reason other than that the city exists to be a technicolor celebration of life

There is no better place to start this marriage, and no better person to be married to

[momolady]

Strigoi Boyfriend: Briareos 3

So this is love.

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

Thanks in part to her newest book of poetry, based on the images she drew of Briareos, Irini has been able to attract new members to your monster preservation society. The name was originally in jest, but now it’s becoming a little more official. A young scientist named Victor has come to learn under you, and a young author named Mary has run away from her home to be a protege under Irini. More and more are arriving each day as word about you spreads.

Briareos isn’t the only supernatural entity in the house any more. Brom, a werewolf, has reached out to Dr. Navaro. There’s also Elisa, a dullahan who was attracted to Irini’s poetry. The two of them have managed to live among mortals, but are eager to show themselves as they really are. You are also growing unmistakably pregnant, which is causing Briareos to obsess over you. “Once our baby is born, we will return to the Saliscouche Mountains, where he will be met by his kin.”

“It will be an infant. Do you think it will be safe to take it into the mountains so young?” You’re trying to walk about and take care of things, but Briareos has been following you like a lost puppy. “Sit down, I have business to attend to. Papers to write.” You sit down behind your desk and take up a quill. “No need to pace.”

“I cannot help it.” He walks back and forth in front of your desk. “I get protective during this time. All I want is to assure the safety of this child.”

You smile up at him. “And it will be safe. You’re overreacting.”

“The mountains are where this baby belongs. Strigoi children are born with a need for their homeland.” Briareos leans over the desk to look you in the eye. “Our baby will not stop crying until it touches the soil of the mountains.”

You give him a harsh look back. “You’re worried about the safety of the baby here, in my home, but you think we should scale a mountain with it?”

Briareos’ eyes narrow.

“We will discuss it later, my mate.” You continue your paperwork when you notice some mail stacked in the corner. You begin opening it while Briareos stands before the fireplace. One letter is postmarked several times, and the handwriting looks strangely familiar. It begins in a startling fashion. “My dearest cousin, I know it has been ages since we last spoke. In fact, you may recall the funeral that was held for me when we were both in our youth.”

You have to set the paper down a second from shock. “I see,” you whisper. “That’s fine.” You take a breath and pick up the letter again to read.

“This may be a bit strange, but after all this time I have found the courage to reach out to you again. I have received word of your family’s passing, and I want you to know you are not alone in this world. I will come to see you soon. Warm regards, Cousin Abraham.”

You set the paper down and furrow your brow.

“What is it?” Briareos asks.

“I’m not sure. Just a very odd letter.” You walk over to Briareos, placing your hand on his arm to feel a sense of balance. You squeeze gently, then rub your palm up and down his skin.

“Your cousin died years ago,” Briareos murmurs in the back of your mind. “How would he survive such a thing?”

“His body was never found - just his hand.” You look into his eyes and frown. “I don’t know if I should take this as a joke. Perhaps someone trying to take advantage of me.”

“I know what else you are thinking, my mate.” Briareos taps the middle of your forehead. “What if he is one of the undead?”

“That couldn’t...” Your voice catches in your throat and you take a deep breath. Briareos gently puts his hands on your shoulders. “It frightens me to think that, even though I have been working so hard to help creatures like that.”

Briareos gives you a stern look. “If he has been changed into a vampire, he will have a certain amount of bloodlust. He could be dangerous.”

There is a knock on your office door, and Irini lets herself in. “My lady,” she says quietly. “There is someone at the front door for you.”

“Then let them in,” you say.

Irini has a rather strange look on her face. “He won’t. I didn’t dare invite him in without your permission.”

“Stay here,” you tell Briareos. “Just in case.” You follow Irini to the front door. The door is left open and you can see someone standing there. He looks up at you as you approach, and a smile cuts across his youthful face. “I only just got your letter,” you say breathlessly.

Abraham is greatly changed. Everything about him has been bleached white - his skin, his hair, even his teeth. His eyes were always the most beautiful shade of green, yet now they are a startling shade of ruby red. “At least you got it, dear cousin.” Abraham replies.

You look him up and down, glad that Irini is standing by. “Dear cousin, I thought you were dead.”

“I am, and I am not.” A look of fear that crosses his face. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

“You’re a vampire, Abe,” you whisper.

He looks sternly at you. “I thought I could trust you. I thought that I would be safe once they were dead.”

“How do I know you won’t hurt me? My friends?” you ask. “I want to invite you in, Abe, but I must protect my home.”

“We both know you could kill me if you tried. Even in your condition,” he motions to you belly. “You always had skill I did not.”

“You have the skill now, I am sure.” You step aside. “Please, come in, Abe.”

Abe steps over the threshold and stands still before you. “Thank you. It’s been a while since I’ve been here.” He looks around curiously. By now others in the house have come out to see what is going on. “You have friends,” he remarks.

“You sound surprised.” You take his hand and walk with him.

Abraham arches his brows. “Seeing your pregnant is the real surprise. I do not see a ring either,” he remarks, lifting your hand.

“Because I do not need one.”

Abraham squeezes your hand. “Where are all the weapons? Grandfather used to insist there be one mounted every six feet along the wall.”

“I put them away. I do not hunt anymore.” You lead Abraham back to your office.

Abraham stops cold in his tracks when he sees Briareos. His eyes go wide and his lip curls, and his mouth splits open all the way to his ears. “You would not let me in?” he scoffs.

“This is my mate,” you reply coolly. “Abraham, this is Briareos. Briareos, this is my cousin, Abraham.”

Briareos growls at Abraham. Abraham stares at him, keeping his stance defensive. “You mated with a Strigoi. You’re mad!”

“You knew that.” You pat a chair for him to sit in. “Where have you been all this time, cousin? Tell me every detail.”

Abraham reluctantly takes his seat, glancing over at Briareos by the fire often. “I was kidnapped,” he says. “By vampires who held a grudge against grandfather. They tortured me.” His eyes grow distant. “There was one who took pity on me, and he changed me to save my life. He is my companion now.”

“Who is he?” you ask.

“A nobleman, very old,” he replies. “He hated grandfather more than anybody, I believe.”

You furrow your brow. “Then why save his grandson?”

Abraham shrugs. “What better revenge than to change one’s kin into something he hated? Not only that, but to earn his kin’s love?”

“You love this vampire?”

“Like a father. He cared for me more than my own father did,” he says spitefully. “He was the one who told me to reach out to you.”

“What for?”

Abraham glances back to Briareos. “He wants to meet you. He’s waiting outside.”

You stand from your desk, but Briareos rushes at Abraham. Abraham jumps up and creeps away along the wall like a spider.

“You vampires want nothing but to feed!”

“No!” Abraham hisses. “The Count has taught me a way to control the bloodlust.”

Briareos begins to levitate towards Abraham. “By feeding on everyone in sight!”

“Stop this! This is why I want a daughter.” You reach up to pull on Briareos’ ankle. “I will fetch one of the crossbows and speak to your Count outside.” You take one of the crossbows from the museum, then go outside with Dr. Navaro and Irini behind you. There is a grand carriage waiting, completely black and drawn by black oxen. You step up to the door just as it opens, and a man dressed all in red descends to stand before you.

“You must be the count,” you reply.

The count is exceptionally tall and thin, but his eyes radiate an energy that you can feel at the back of your mind. He is indeed old, and has a power to match his years. “Drakos,” he says as he bows. Long white hair spills like smoke around his shoulders. “Your cousin speaks very highly of you, fine lady.”

“He says you’re a father to him. That is why I am here.”

Count Drakos’ eyes focus on your belly, and you can feel his thoughts more than hear them. “Congratulations on your fruit.”

You place your hands over your belly. “Is that what you call it?”

His smile is wicked, but you can feel it is genuine. “I hated your grandfather, so it does me good knowing I outlived him.”

“I liked him,” you reply. “But I have done without the family business.”

“I have heard whisperings through the grapevine,” Count Drakos says with a bow of his head. “That also brought me great joy.”

“Then out with it. What do you want from me?”

He lifts a hand and removes a ring from his finger, then extends the ring to you in the center of his long palm. His fingers look like a spider’s legs, and you can almost see the bone through his skin. “I want to offer a partnership, in exchange for protection.”

You cautiously take the ring. It’s bright and old, with a massive ruby. Ringing the stone are pearls with runes carved into their faces. “Whose protection are we discussing?”

“Your family is not the first to profit off the death of my kind. They will not be the last. The death of your parents and grandfather will not end the slaughter. If anything, it only means others will fight to claim their place.”

“I can feel how powerful you are, Count. Do you really need me?”

“I am vulnerable,” he insists. “During the day, I am at my weakest, and I could be taken advantage of then. Your cousin, too. My other children as well. You know this.”

“You have mind control powers, do you not?”

Count Drakos sniffs. “I find them vulgar. After all this time alive, my lady, I have not stopped learning about myself, about my powers or my morals. I simply want to live like anybody does. My kind is dying out fast, and I am terrified for a future where we will be all gone. Not just the vampire, but all of us.”

You motion to the door. “Would you like to come in?”

Count Drakos bows before you. “It will be nicer to talk inside.”

You take him to the parlor, where you are soon joined by the others in the house. You set the ring on the table in the center of the room and lay the crossbow beside it. Abraham sits beside Count Drakos, while Irini and Dr. Navaro stand beside you. “We have been working for preservation, knowledge and understanding. Count Drakos proposes protection, for him and for others.” You look into his eyes and feel him thinking. He reaches over, placing his hand on Abraham’s arm.

“He predicts a mass extinction if the hunting is not quelled. And he also predicts it will only get worse in the coming years. It is up to us in this room to fight against it.” You look up to see Briareos step into the room. Count Drakos rises and turns to look back at him.

“I have already offered safe haven to the Strigoi of Saliscouche,” you say nervously. “Count Drakos, this is my mate...”

“Briareos,” Drakos murmurs. “I know him.”

Briareos is still in the doorway, and a murmur ripples through the room. You can hear him thinking wildly, but you are able to decipher his panic. “He’s your son,” you whisper out loud.

“I am,” Drakos says quietly. “I thought I felt something familiar, but it has been long enough that I convinced myself it was nothing.”

You approach Drakos and stand beside Briareos. You take hold of his hand and squeeze tight. “He is here asking for help.”

“I am… glad to see you, Father.” Drakos’ voice is strained. “It has been so long.”

For the longest time, he is silent; he glares up at Drakos while his thoughts are scattered and wild. His lip curls and he points to Drakos’ face. “You will come home with me,” Briareos snarls. “That is not a request.”

A faint smile appears on Drakos’ lips. “That is acceptable.”

Briareos joins the meeting, and you continue until it is agreed that you will combine your efforts with Drakos. He will finance your research, and bring more supernatural creatures seeking asylum into his home. Agreeing to stay until his new sibling is born, Drakos works along with you as you build up your plan to combat the growing number of hunters in the world. Briareos is hesitant at first, and both seem unsure how to act around one another. It’s tense between them, but they want each other’s company.

Eventually, the night comes when you go into labor. Dr. Navaro and Irini work together to help you, while Victor keeps getting in the way. Eventually, Drakos takes Victor out. The birth is long and excruciating. By the end, you’re delirious and come down with a fever. For the next few days you’re in a haze, and you’re not even sure if your baby has survived. You sway between a dreamlike state and unconsciousness, and eventually you come to a place where you can discern the two. You wake and stare around at the walls of the cellar. Everything is quiet except for the sound of a baby whimpering.

Briareos is by your side in an instant. He looks into your eyes. “Are you there?”

“I’m here,” you answer him.

He presses his forehead against yours, almost weeping.

“Where’s my baby?”

Briareos helps you to sit up, and guides a bundle to your arms. The baby inside is pure white, with gossamer curls scattered across the top of its head.

“I have been calling her Heraklea,” Biareos says softly.

“Her?” you whimper. You look down at your daughter, nearly spilling over with emotion, enough that you begin to feel dizzy. “I finally get to meet you, little one.”

“Wait, she’s not the only one.” He hands you another infant. “This is Semele.”

You take the other baby into your arms and stare back and forth between the two pearly creatures in awe. “This can’t be,” you gasp in alarm. “Two?”

“It almost killed you,” he confesses weakly. “Drakos has been giving you his blood to heal you.” Briareos sits beside you and holds you tightly. “Without him, you would be gone.”

You sniffle pitifully as you look at the two baby girls. “They’re so little.”

“They are strong though, just like you. I cannot wait to show them off back home in Saliscouche. Once you are ready.” Briareos kisses the top of your head. “We’ll bring them all back here, where we can grow and live again.”

You stare at the girls, trying to see who they will grow into. “Yes,” you whisper. “They will be safe here.”

Briareos sighs deeply. “Ask me again.”

“Ask what again?”

“You know.”

You smile softly. “Briareos,” you think, “do you like me?”

“My mate, I love you.”

It takes months for you to recover, and the girls can walk on their own by the time you travel back to the Saliscouche mountains. Briareos is with you as well as Drakos and Abraham, who assist with the girls. Meeting with the Strigoi is a joyous reunion, not just for Briareos, but for Drakos as well.

Back home, the Strigoi seem to settle in nicely. Drakos even invites some to join him back in his keep. You continue to work to strengthen the monster preservation society, and have even been working on a training regiment.

One evening, not long after the twins are a year old, you find yourself alone in your office, dozing in your chair as you wait for Briareos to return. The day had been long and filled with celebration, and now Briareos is trying to get the girls to go to sleep. His kiss wakes you, and he pulls you into his arms. “Come, my mate.”

“It’s been so long. I’m not sure I remember how.” You giggle as Briareos lays you before the fire and pulls up your skirts.

“I know you haven’t.” He licks your neck. “I can see it in your mind.”

You wrap your arms around him and kiss him hungrily. “Hurry, before anyone wakes up.” You kiss him again and whisper to him in your mind. “Do you like me?”

“I love you,” he answers.

“I love you too.” You push him down and climb on top of him. You stroke your hands down his chest and grin. “Now, where do we begin?”

[gods-no-longer-tread-here]

I was thinking about an amazing fic wherein Geralt locks himself away in his own mind, leaving nothing but the wolf, and also one of my old friend’s fluffy h/c fics where a heat-crazed omega and an alpha who refuses to have sex with heat-crazed omegas cuddle for like 2.5 days straight, and also ace week. So. Here is this.

words: 1,737 characters: Geralt, Jaskier, Lambert, Roach, Eskel and Vesemir mentioned summary: Geralt forgets to take his meds (inspired by my own personal experiences with forgetting meds for longer than a week), and gets cuddly. Jaskier’s fine with it because it amuses him.

~

Geralt was acting strange.

Then again, he wasn’t a human, so his actions weren’t really supposed to be familiar. That made Jaskier happy, to be honest. He’d had enough of trying to puzzle out other humans; Geralt was just as complex, but far more straightforward.

But still, this fussing was out of character. He was so particular about hunting and buying food, and insisted on getting Jaskier a thick wool cape, and seemed hyper-aware of the changing seasons. Finally, Jaskier decided he wasn’t naïve enough for this.

“Geralt, why are you doing this?”

Geralt, half asleep and curled around Jaskier protectively, mumbled, “Winter soon. Gotta keep you healthy.”

Jaskier grinned, and squirmed over onto his back. “My dear, not that I’m complaining about your care, but why now?” he asked, booping Geralt’s nose.

The Witcher scowled and said, “You’re my mate. Have to take care of my mate.”

Jaskier’s heart tripped.

Geralt must have heard, because he suddenly became very awake, staring at Jaskier with wide eyes and a set mouth. Jaskier breathed in and out slowly; there was no point hiding his immediate reaction, but he should at least try to stay calm.

“Do Witchers see mates the same way as us humans?” he asked.

Geralt didn’t move for an agonizingly long moment. Then he said softly, “No. Mates are… they’re people we… you won’t betray us.”

Jaskier stared back. And then he grinned, and snuggled against Geralt, rubbing his nose on his Witcher’s collarbone. Said Witcher relaxed, wuffled in contentment much like a big, lazy dog, and wrapped Jaskier up tight in his arms.

“Mates are people you trust not to hurt you?” the bard hazarded, unable to stop grinning.

“Yes. Go to sleep, now.”

“Oh, alright.”

~

A month later, as they were beginning their ascent of the mountains, Jaskier decided that Geralt had been lying.

As soon as they had left the last human village, Geralt’s human habits began to fade into more animalistic ones: instead of cooking the few plump rabbits he was able to hunt, he portioned them out and ate the organs while Jaskier cooked the meat. He insisted on finger-combing Jaskier’s hair every night (which the bard quite liked). His movements became smooth in the way of a predatory animal, not a man with predatory mutations. Roach began to snort and sidle at times, trying to keep her distance.

And Geralt didn’t even pretend he wasn’t coddling Jaskier like a delicate maiden.

It was very odd. And yet, Jaskier didn’t really mind. Geralt wasn’t smothering him; he was simply far more attentive than ever before. More attentive than he was with Yennefer, even.

Jaskier’s breath catched, and he cleared his throat to hide the noise, trudging up the narrow path behind Geralt and in front of Roach. He didn’t want to think about that. He didn’t want to think about her--not when he was going to spend the winter with his dearest friend.

Geralt suddenly turned, stared at Jaskier, and then whined as his face melted into a look of worry. If he’d had wolf ears, Jaskier thought, apropos of nothing, they would be upright and shivering.

Jaskier smiled. “I’m alright, my dear,” he said. No matter how softly he spoke, the cold stone of the mountain caught the sounds and threw them into an echo as if he had shouted. “I was thinking of something, that’s all.”

Geralt closed the distance between them in three fluid steps and wrapped his arms around Jaskier, whining and sniffing the bard as if his scent would give away his thoughts.

Jaskier felt his heart grow warm again. “I’m alright,” he repeated, leaning into Geralt’s embrace. “I’m with you, aren’t I? I’m always alright with you.”

Geralt made a wolf-like noise of happiness, and then kissed Jaskier. When his mouth opened in surprise, the Witcher’s tongue slid in and licked the inside--and not in a sexy way.

“Ew!” he shrieked, wrenching back. “Geralt, you brute, what are you doing?”

“My mate,” Geralt rumbled. It was the first time he’d used recognizable words in nearly a week. He was also smiling, so fondly and sweetly. “My pretty mate.”

Jaskier’s cheeks heated immediately, and he pressed his face into Geralt’s neck. “Alright, you win. My… my mate.”

Geralt hummed in deep contentment. After several moments, they untangled from each other, Geralt licked Jaskier’s lips, and they continued their journey.

The cold of winter was setting in painfully fast. While much of the coast was quite pleasant, Jaskier had spent many years in Lettenhove shivering through storms and snow that killed at least three people every winter--but usually more. He knew what to expect from sharp cold; he’d just never been in a place this dry and cold.

They were only a few days away from Kaer Morhen when the air pressure changed so quickly that Jaskier’s ears popped twice. The dry feeling that had seeped into his every orifice vanished as the first snowstorm began to brew; he breathed in deeply and grinned at the moisture that sank into his mouth, nose, throat, and lungs. Now this was the kind of winter weather he was used to.

Geralt growled and hustled his mate and horse along as fast as was safe.

Jaskier barely had time to feel relief at the sight of the trail leveling out before the snowstorm opened and everything became a white-and-grey blur. He and Roach both stopped in their tracks, and he called out, “Geralt?! Geralt, where are you?!”

A dark form hulked into his personal space and embraced him. It smelled and felt like his witcher. Jaskier clung to him, and tried not to think about the day he had joined a rescue attempt to find the last fishing vessel in the middle of a wild storm. There had been sirens. The sailors used a horn to drive them away; Jaskier had panicked and started singing, and the sirens had fallen silent.

He wasn’t allowed on the ocean after that, and he was very glad.

But this wasn’t the ocean. He had never realized how much he trusted solid boats and salty water before he became so acutely aware that one misstep would send him tumbling through nothing.

Geralt hoisted Jaskier up in one arm, took hold of Roach’s reins, and continued on the path.

It seemed like a thousand years before hands tugged at his cloak, and Geralt snarled viciously. Jaskier clung tighter, and did not raise his head until they passed into a space that wasn’t windy.

“Ger’l?” he whispered.

Geralt rumbled reassuringly and nuzzled under Jaskier’s hood to lick his ear; the warmth of his tongue shocked the bard’s cold skin. “Safe,” Geralt said, and set him down on his feet.

Jaskier smiled, and promptly collapsed.

~

“He won’t take his medicine, not until his mate is awake.”

“That’s so stupid! Doesn’t he want to be able to think?”

“Yes, but he’s not Geralt right now. He doesn’t have a human mind. I told him he needed to get better at making it himself…”

Jaskier opened his eyes the barest crack, and tried to make a noise. He couldn’t. He was so tired and foggy.

Almost immediately, someone was kissing his face, and licking it, and giving tiny puppy noises of joy and worry. He smiled, and opened his eyes wider.

It was Geralt, of course, looking absolutely delighted. Jaskier reached up one shaky hand and booped his nose.

“Hello, darling,” he said.

“Hello,” Geralt replied.

~

There were three other Witchers in the keep: a tired father, a calm and kind elder brother, and a pissy baby who was only a few years older than Jaskier. They stayed far away from him, although they were courteous, and provided him with food since he couldn’t leave his nest by the fire due to Geralt constantly lying on top of him and acting like a love-sick puppy. Jaskier began to worry about that merely an hour after he woke.

Four hours after he was awake, the pissy baby brother approached with a tray holding two pottery cups. He set it down near Jaskier and ordered, “Give him the blue cup, it has his medicine in it.”

Jaskier looked at the cups. One was green and the other was a soft purple. “Ah… those are green and purple.”

The Witcher stared at him, then at the cups, then back at him. “What?” he said blankly.

“This one is green,” Jaskier pointed to said cup, “And this one is purple. Which one is blue to you?”

The Witcher pointed silently, and Jaskier nodded, picking up the cups carefully and handing the “blue” one to Geralt, who cocked his head curiously.

“It’s just a drink,” Jaskier told him soothingly. “It will help us both feel better.” He sipped his own and tasted spiced cider, which made him hum in appreciation. Geralt downed his drink in three quick gulps, set his cup back on the tray… and then yelped and rolled off of Jaskier, thrashing and howling.

“Geralt!” Jaskier tried to lunge for him, but the other Witcher held him back. “Geralt! What did you do to him?!”

“Gave him his medicine that he hasn’t been taking for probably three fucking months,” the Witcher said tersely. “Watch him.”

Jaskier never took his eyes off Geralt, heart pounding with fear. After a few minutes of thrashing, his wolfish sounds melted into human curses, and when he laid still, panting harshly, Jaskier strained towards him again. “Geralt!” he cried, reaching for him.

Geralt looked at Jaskier, frowned, then looked absolutely terrified. Before Jaskier could ask, he was up and out of the room.

“Geralt?” Jaskier repeated softly.

“He’s just embarrassed,” the youngest Witcher grunted, letting go of Jaskier. “Drink your cider. He’ll come back when I leave.”

So Jaskier drank, and the Witcher left, and after a whole three minutes, Geralt slunk back in and sat beside Jaskier. After a moment, the bard lunged and squirmed into Geralt’s lap, hugging him tightly.

“Welcome back,” he said.

“I licked you,” Geralt said.

Jaskier laughed merrily and kissed him. “Yes, you did. You also played with my hair.”

“And called you my mate.”

Jaskier paused. “Well… yes. Was that a mistake?”

Geralt shrugged and wrapped his arms around Jaskier. “Dunno. Do… would you mind if… are you alright with that?”

“Yes, my dear, I am very alright with it.”

“Oh. Good.”

And then Geralt snogged him senseless.

[goldenkamuyhunting]

Hello hello! I LOVE your summaries and chapter & character analyses! I just wanted to ask...what is the significance of the bottom panel with little Ogata and his mom plus that text? Maybe I'm reading his expression wrong, but little Ogata seems to be looking lovingly at his mom (looks like a slight smile on his face)? It's interesting that this was shown near the final battle...

Sorry, I placed these three asks together because they deal with a similar topic.

Now, as I mentioned more than once I'm in the group that believes that Ogata is indeed feeling emotions like any human being but he's used to suppress them so that not only he often doesn't show them but he manages to keep his conscious side not even aware of them.

I've a by now ancient meta dealing with how characters in the story cope with guilt trying to suppress it, as this is a recurring theme through GK.

Noda seems to remark on how Ogata is so good at ignoring his guilt yet he's feeling it by giving to said guilt a manifestation in form of Ogata hallucinating Yuusaku.

Basically, unless we assume Yuusaku is a real wandering ghost tormenting Ogata, the fact Ogata keeps on hallucinating Yuusaku tells us he feels guilty, that murdering Yuusaku wasn't like stepping on a leaf for him, an act he did without thinking about it and forgot short after.

The memory of Yuusaku torments Ogata each time his psychological defences are at their weakest point, we see it happening when he was lying in a hospital after having been injuried by Sugimoto but also when in Karafuto he get feverish and, in this case, Yuusaku's image superimpose with Asirpa, creating in his mind a subconscious connection.

Later, in fact Yuusaku's hallucination will 'stop' him each time he'll try to shoot Asirpa.

We see something similar happening to Asirpa as well, as, when she consider killing Ostrog, she can't because she's reminded of when her arrow hit Ogata.

In Asirpa the whole thing is more natural as, although she too is prone to suppress negative emotions, she's not really doing it as much as Ogata, who's a lot more psychologically damaged than Asirpa will ever be.

Ogata has likely felt affection for his mother.

He remembers her, he dreams her as she sung him a lullaby, he used to love the anglerfish nabe she made, when he realized she was going insane, he tried to 'heal' her by providing her other things to cook.

When he lies about Sugimoto's last words in his mind he basically imagines Sugimoto's last minutes were what he wanted his father's last minutes to be, him thinking at his mother, him wanting to provide to her, him wanting to eat her anglerfish nabe again.

He had genuine attachment for his mother.

I don't know how he came up with the idea that, if she were to die, his father would finally come for her.

I know back then insane people weren't entrusted to a mental asylum but left in the family's 'care' the family either keeping trapped in a room that would work as a cell or disposing of them as discreetly as possible (a common way was to bring them to a trip on the mountains and 'forget' them there).

This social background could have influenced him but I don't know if we'll ever know why he came up with such an idea.

But that act likely impacted deeply on his psyche because Hanazawa never came and he lost his mother.

Possibly it's from that act Ogata learnt to bury guilt. So as not to feel pain for his own actions, for his own loss, he learnt to bury it, to disconnect from it and grew up with the idea he felt none when instead he continued to repress it... which is encouraged because Ogata becomes a soldier when he's really young and soldiers are actively encouraged and brainwashed into not feeling guilt for killing people.

And so Ogata ends up on meeting Yuusaku who latches on him like a lost puppy, without any care for how Ogata, as politely as he could, told him to let him be.

As far as Ogata knows, Yuusaku is the reason due to why Hanazawa stopped visiting his mother.

Ogata doesn't want to play the role of the 'Ani-sama' (兄様 "older brother") to the guy who, according to what he knows, caused his mother's abandonment... and Tsurumi feeds this feeling by suggesting if Yuusaku were out of the picture Hanazawa would love Ogata.

All this eventually leads to Yuusaku's demise, which, again, gives Ogata nothing. Hanazawa doesn't care for Ogata all the same. When Ogata goes and talk with him there's the implication his mother was already starting to lose her mind and that's why Hanazawa rejected her.

My speculation is Tome was a bit like Usami, obsessed with Hanazawa, thinking he would eventually dump his wife and marry her.

She, as far as we know, differently from Usami didn't get to the point she murdered someone to get Hanazawa, but he probably saw her obsession as insanity, he likely never planned to leave his wife, which is from the upper class, and marry a geisha and this is possibly why he left her, because she wouldn't content herself with being just his lover but had the 'insane' fantasy she could become more.

Anyway, while Ogata probably managed to bury deep enough the guilt for his mother's death, he just can't work out in the same way the guilt for Yuusaku's death, which haunts him even though he tries to deny it even to this day.

It's meaningful how in chap 253, when he tries to aim at Asirpa, he senses Yuusaku in the same way as he has sensed it in chap 246, when he was trying to aim at her again but, despite Ogata being usually intelligent, he doesn't manage to make the connection between those two happenings.

Actually in chap 253 the fact he got distracted by Yuusaku's presence even saved his life, yet he interprets it as Yuusaku's ghost trying to get in his way.

He lives in denial, his father, with his dying breath, cursed him so of course Yuusaku would be there to get in his way.

Either there's really a ghost in this story or Ogata is just not ready to accept he feels guilty.

And in all this mess he stumbles into Asirpa who we can see presents parallels with both his mother (she feeds him but she also loves someone who loves another) and Yuusaku.

And so at this point we've to wonder where Noda is going to lead him.

Since there was all this big build up between him and Asirpa, we can wonder if he'll face her again and this will force him to face the emotions he repressed for such a long time.

Will this cause him to be more open with his emotions and not suprress them? Will this cause him to accept he feels guilty? Will it make him cry? Will it make him show affection for someone again?

It's hard to say.

Unless Noda radically changed his plans, as I've said many times, I don't think he plans to kill Ogata... but this doesn't necessarily mean he'll make a 180° turn from how he is.

We've seen how Tsukishima tried to face what he kept inside... only to go back on square 1 and return on being a loyal Tsurumi follower.

We've seen Koito trying to be different... but then he let doubt catch him and he didn't dare to confront Tsurumi when he understood the latter knew they were there.

Changing is difficult.

We saw Shiraishi... slowly growing attached to Sugimoto and Asirpa to the point he went into the brewery despite the fire to save Sugimoto (and we've heard Boutarou saying through his whole permanence into the group how Shiraishi changed from how he was even though Shiraishi himself denied it).

Changing is possible... but it requires time... and, often, it requires help, a reason to do so. Shiraishi changed because he formed an emotional bond with Sugimoto and Asirpa due to the GOOD time they spent together. They had bad times as well, but the good ones just won.

So, back to Ogata... even if he finally were to face what he keeps inside... how much this would change him?

Hard to say but this is not a shonen so I doubt we'll have a drastical change in a short amount of time.

The story is ending, my guess, according to what Noda did, is Ogata isn't going to die but, all the bets are open on how he's going to live.

Tears when he were to face his buried feelings would be a good release of bottled up emotions but again, it depends on how he faces them. If he does it the bare minimum to realize he actually can feel guilt, we might not get them.

There's no time for him to develop emotional attachment/affection. Either he already has it, and he is in denial for it, or this is something that will require time. So it's a bit like a videogame. Will Noda unlock this event or not?

As Noda showed a flashback with his mother of whome we hadn't seen the face yet, I expect we'll get more about her... and possibly about his grandparents.

So yeah, we could get to see a more emotional Ogata, but it can also be this won't be the case... or Noda will save the best scenes for the volume version because sometimes Noda is like that.

Long story short, I've no idea what will be of Ogata beyond that I think that Noda won't kill him and that he has been building him up to have him face 'the ghosts of his pasts' and it's possible he's meant to do it while facing Asirpa but I think we should prepare ourselves for an interesting ride because Noda so far still seems to have plans for him.

We'll see... thank you all for your asks and sorry if I put them together!

[muffindaddystyles]

KISMETS (Part 2)

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and bunch of affection.

Fluff! Smut! Smut!

Frenemies to lovers, dad!Harry, Bestfriend!Harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART ONE PART 3

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth.

Or

Y/N's carrying Harry's babies and is trying not be angry at him for pulling her into all of this with him.

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Red's everywhere. It makes her pout. Everyone have someone to celebrate the day but she's the only one giving careless ears to Niall who's sitting opposite from her in the crispy lilac heart booth, "Mean ye' fought again with him?" He stirs the mango bobas in his drink wiggling his brows at her to fill him with some tea. She gasps full of drama and surprises, "What d'ya mean 'again? D'ya think 'm this crackhead that rips people in two for no-reason?" She whispers the last part when a waitress passed by them.

"No. Pet what 'm sayin' is --- you're too, feisty with Harry." He chuckles leaning to meet her betrayed gaze, "Did he bribe you with new golf stick? You've switched sides." She juts her bottom lip wet from pink marmalade drink and startles in her spot when Niall cackled ever so loud at her silliness.

"I just tol' him to go through Chessie marathon somewhere else than my home." Harry was at her flat as always. She was making red velvet strawberry flavoured muffins for the moment ( promised not to give it to Harry — "even if he'll beg") and then she fulfilled her promise when she saw him going through his pictures together with Chessie. The jealous little Y/N jumped out from her polite skin and she just tinsy bit mocked him, "I'd never look back at the person who'd have left me and my children. . ." That broke a mighty bit argument between the two idiots. How they're gonna take care of two babies when they themselves need a person to put them away from eachother?

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth. Sighing he grabs Y/N's hand knocking some sense into mama bear gently and making her nod with the each advice, "'s valentine's day 'course he misses her. His wounds are fresh they need ointment babe -- You've always been so good with him, what's the matter now?"

She circles her fingers round eachother. Sucking her lip harshly and not meeting Niall's intense stare, "Turns me mad that 'cos of one person we're here now." She mumbles caressing the belly button protruding from the flimsy fabric of her oversized hoodie.

"It's the fate, pet. Always tol' me how much you liked kids." She shakes her head in denial. "Not in this situation where 'm lost and doesn't know how it'll work out — " He cuts her off with concern.

"Talked to Harry bout it?" When she again denies he asks, "What you're gonna do about it then?"

"Dunno. Share?" She's new to all of this. What did she actually mean was that they could do it like how divorce parents do it, maybe? Doesn't know how Harry wants to handle the situation just leading a blind eye with him. Hasn't even considered getting ready for the life that'll come along with them.

"They're babies not a packet of crisps, Y/N!." He burst into giggles and she huffs slumping against the foggy window, "Pain in arse you're." She scoffs that pout still intact the whole time while Niall keeps on giggling finding it too funny.

. . .

Walking from the elevator to her flat's door seems like hiking a mountain for her and cherry ontop that the stares she gets from her neighbours is full of judgments. It makes her want to hide underneath her blankets and never pop her head out. Her brows coming together in wonder at the sight of small wood basket at her doorsteps.

"Oh my god don't tell me someone left a baby at my doorsteps, Hello!!!??" She spins here and there but finds no-one but empty hallways when a feeble sound coming from inside it almost made her tumble on her bum. The last thing she wants is not another baby. With a grunty noise she ducks down to lift the basket supporting it at her belly and unlocking the door while trying to squint inside it.

When she throws the lid away a fuzzy little grey creature with big mossy eyes was pawing in air needy for attention, a red choker with heart in centre around her lil neck. It almost brought her to tears. Blame her being extremely emotional these days.

"Awww. Hi!" She fawns picking it up from armpits inspecting the miracle kitten that's here outta no where. A crumpled note laying in the basket with a bunch of colourful disoriented flowers.

"'M sorry fo' throwin' a tantrum and leavin' all fussy. This's oreo. I want her to grow along my kids! Also forgive mee plssssss?"

She giggles throwing her head back snuggling oreo against her throat as she meowed adorably sweet, "Daddy's such a daft ehh?" She says in between breaths petting the new addition to her loved ones.

The first thing she does is call him and he picks on the very ring as if anticipating for it, "Come back home you fool." His smile was infectious as he taps his feet in his car a lil over joyed at the thought.

"So generous." Running upstairs as he used to in oast with anticipation to spill the tea of his day to her in any hour of the day. The door was already open, them standing at the either boundary line of flat. His first priority's always to shower his babies in evermost affection. Falls to his knees smushing his face to her belly quenching outta a ribs aching laugh from her as he caress his cheeks against the soft side of her womb murmuring things that's a secret between him and his babies.

"Hey Angels!" He greets them patching a loving tight kiss atop her belly button that tickles her softly, stands up and meets her teary gaze from laughing with much serenity it knocks breath from her, "Hi mama angel." His whisper fuses against her skin while kissing her cheek.

"Hi. ." She inhales in his woodish vanilla scent. Preventing from melting into his arms she pulls him back from shoulders grinning at him, "Let's ruin valentines watchin' Anne Hathaway's romcom." He tuts instead leading her with him to the sofa.

"Can't be better than that –— let me pop in some popcorns real quick."

. . .

The yellow carpeted floor's littered with candy wrappers, packets of half folded crisps, peach sodas and an empty bowl of popcorns. Oreo snoozing in her basket. They're on their fourth romcom. Her legs in his lap. His's on coffee table. He chuckles everytime she takes almost three minutes to be in a comfortable position, ushering her to sit up so he could put cushions under her.

"Are you craving nama chocolates?" She eyes him nipping at her blanket trying to snuggle closer to him. He runs his thumb at her shoulder blade in soothing circles peering down at her, "'m not pregnant. ye're moppet. havin' a sweet tooth?" When she nods sheepishly he shakes his head quickly hoping on his feet.

"Don't be shy --- dunno where ye' got this giddiness from, 'm your bestie. Gotta tell me yeah? Lemme grab me jacket." He grabs her from wrists helping her up and goes to her wardrobe to get her fist gloves, beanie and warm slippers.

When hears her huffing and puffing grunty-ly his head perks up with brows furrowed, "What's it babe?" He pads towards her and when she turns for him to have a look the zip of her jacket bursts open all the way to end revealing her bump.

She pouts sadly, "Nothin' fits me anymore." He just smiles adorning the same puppy look in his eyes as her's to light up the tension.

"I'll buy ye' new. Those cute maternity clothes, ehh?" Shimmies down the clothing from her shoulders, "oi you don't have to!" She retorts and he bobs his head taking his own puffer jacket off to wrap it round her small body.

"Yes I do." He mumbles zipping her all the way up warm and squishy in his jacket three sizes larger than her. Pulls her hair out and cups the nape of her neck with his calloused soft palm bringing her closer to feather a delicate kiss to her temple, ". . .deserves more than just clothes — deserves the world always gonna be thankful to ye, pet." She gulps the cobweb of silence down her throat fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

"What you'll wear? 'S cold." He gives her an elfin grin flaring a baby pink knitted cardigan he sneaked from her wardrobe, "Harry!" She squeals with a giggle, "You're gonna look like grann Matlinda."

"Ehm. 'etter not forget to send her a picture when 'm matchin' with her." He quips snapping his fingers.

. . .

They walk over the glittery layer of slushie snow and Harry walks infront of her two steps at a time capturing pictures of her as she prowls carefully trying to move the hood away from blocking her vision, "Ye'r walkin' like a penguin -- cutie!" He giggles with each echo of flash.

"Look who's saying an otter himself!" She mimics him and he blushes under the mellowness of street lamp. They're champs at pulling eachother's legs.

"It's soooooo slippery." She complains wiggling her fingers from under the sleeve, "Grab me hand 'n don't leave it kay?" He smiles like advising a three year old who's afraid of crowds in a market. His grip warm and safe for her.

. . .

"Aish. gimme gimme!" She gets all jumpy on her toes when Harry comes out of the shop with a box of chocolates and two sticks. "'Ey greedy pup." He chuckles booping her button nose opening the silky lid of box revealing the velvety delcious chocolates. He picks the stick up taking a piece of chocolate with it and hovering it over her little mouth. Scrunching his nose at how adorable she gets the moment she chews it.

"Hmm. 'S so soft!" She gulps wetting her cold lip getting all butterfly feeling when she catches him gazing down at her as if she hung the moon and saturns. Raises her brow for an inquiry if he's okay tugging him closer with a gentle clutch to his cardigan.

Their surroundings turning into ice crystals of blur carelessness, the noises of glimmering lights into lulls of whisper and their bodies cocooning into snuggly blanket when Harry's fingertips fluttered tenderly against her cheeks glueing her at the spot. Leans in to press his lips softly to her plush sweet ones in a heartwarming caring kiss that flooded her veins with warmth and made her brain mushy unable to think.

"Yours are softer lil penguin." He murmurs stroking the corner of her mouth and smirks when she squeaks a thank you in return.

"Such a cutie." He cooes squishing her blushed cheeks and kissing each of them with loud wet noise till she pushed him away wiping his wetness with a pout. "'M highly offended pet ya never used to wipe me kisses away."

She shuts him up by stuffing a chocolate in his mouth. Walking back home with his arms wrapped around her protectively as he comes up with silly jokes whole way.

. . .

Everything reminds her of him. That fuzz of kitten. The empty box of chocolate. Couldn't even focus on the work she's doing on her laptop. It's just that gooey feeling never left ---- now it has gotten stronger with it's mushk when Harry kissed her under that beautiful sky of wintery lilacs. If he's playing with her feelings he better not cause she'll break him in two in that case.

He was out shopping clothes for her when she texted him if he'll like to eat roasted chicken she made for lunch. The mere thought of him caring for her brings her to tears because before him nobody was there except only him that knew her from the depths of her heart.

"You look pretty. . ." She finds typing hard while laughing this loud as Harry sent her mirror pictures of him trying the maternity clothes himself that he's supposed to buy for her, "Thought a visual representation will be good idea ;)" He shrugs typing back with a grin standing bottom naked in the changing room getting a rolling eye emoji in return.

She yawns putting her phone aside when Harry got busy into his hunt for nice warm clothes for her. Something wasn't fine today. She's been changing sides for an hour now and she couldn't sleep. Her shoulders twitching with each blink of eye and when she finally slips into a light conscious sleep a bone rattling pain shoots through her whole damn body. She jolts from the state of haze and tries to sit up when another zap of pain makes her feel limbless. A feeble grunt of helping cry fizzes out of her when she feels a cramp at the bottom of her spine.

In her panicked state she fumbles for her phone dialing the first emergency number doesn't give him a chance to speak before she's yelling into receiver out of anxiousness, "Harry somethin' not right! — 'm m havin' these contractions —--" He's been out dining with Niall and shoots from his seat the minute her worried voice reached his ear.

"It's okay, lovie. yeah? 'M comin' take deep breaths how we practiced —-- I'll be there in a mo'." He assures her in his softest most pacific rasp but she shakes her head vigorously tears brimming in her sleepy eyes. Oreo tries to comfort her by sitting in her lap and rubbing her crown against her tummy.

"They aren't supposed to come this early . . . fo' fucks sake haven't even started my third trimester!" Harry doesn't know what to do except of consoling her and fidgeting around as Niall drives the car with same expressions of anxiousness and panic as Harry.

"Oh . . It's gone." She frowns in confusion able to sit now and it takes a little of burden away from Harry. He listens to the rustling going on her side jumping on his bum almost screaming into phone, "Stay where you're don' move!"

"Oh my god. They're back I'm not ready for this . . I'm not ready for this Harry." She cries and Harry even leaves Niall behind squeezing into the elevator fingers crossed at his back.

"'M here. Call our midwife can ye' do that fo' me, puppy?" She sniffs nodding to herself. Calling their assisted midwife with shaky fingers and tries to breath looking up at the ceiling.

In the meantime Harry's barging through the door pacing towards her in hurries steps. His face pale that if he has seen a ghost. She tries to saturate the distance between them knowing at this moment how much she wants him in her life.

He sits her back carefully crouches down and wipes her tears away, "'m so scared . ." She whispers squeezing his biceps and her phone's still ringing atop the sheets, "Don't be baby. Ye' have me — 'm not leavin' yer side."

He massages the dimples of her spine and runs warm hands at her sides to calm her down when their midwife picks up their call, "Hi. Is everything okay?"

"No Y/N's havin' these light contractions 'n 's not even the time of her labour." There's a pause from her side and Y/N bolts a worried glance at Harry in return he cradles her cheek to assure her.

"Oh . . that's nothin' to worry bout Mr. Styles. Those're some mild braxton hicks she might have mistaken with labour contractions." They both takes a sigh of relief but the little tick of pain keeps on coming and subsiding.

"They start at the beginning of third trimester, Y/N are you still getting 'em?" She asks her and Y/N clears her throat tugging the sheet beside her.

"Yes but less painful. Is that okay though?"

"Completely okay. Harry rest her against the headboard and push her knees upto her chest they'll be gone in a snap." He nods at her instructions helping Y/N lean against the headboard of bed gently and scooting between her thighs to do as she told.

"Better?" He whispers glancing up at her while wrapping his hands around her bended calves and pushing it slowly against her front, the move relaxing her pelvic muscles. Her head lulls at her shoulders from the effect and she hums from throat making Harry choke on his own spit.

He dares not to drift his gaze from her rigid features which are loosing it's tightness seconds after. Their breaths erratic from the humidity of sexual tension in the room when Y/N gets back to normal diverting her all attention to Harry who has his head tucked between her fleshy thighs. A blush creeping at her flushed cheeks and Harry gives her a flustered chuckle kissing the top of her knee to answer back Miss. Dori who's been asking how's Y/N.

"Stay hydrated and don't forget to take your vitamins." Saying this she ends the call. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief spreading her legs back and Harry squeezes her ankles, "When was the last time you had a glass water?"

"Two hours ago." He rolls his eyes. "Supposed to be drinkin' every hour . . dehydration's s' unhealthy fo' you pet." He leaves the bed meandering through her wardrobe taking out a bag with Oreo in his armpit.

"What're you doing?" She gasps with wide eyes looking back at Niall who's still standing at the doorframe. God. It's so embarrassing he had to watch all of that. Now, he'll never not stop teasing her about it.

"Packin' 'cos ye're stayin' with me. No protests." Like she was going to. She loves to stay at his house. His guest room's mattress is such a royalty to sleep at.

. . .

When he tucks her under the layers of blanket she decides it's still not warm enough and grabs at his wrist when he was about to leave, "Can we cuddle please?" His lips quirks up with happiness and he crawls to the empty side of bed still letting her hold onto him. Slipping beside her to canoodle her cosily against his front nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck with "mhmpm." sounds of exhaustion.

"Anytime." Her eyelids slip shutting from the comfort he brings along with him, "ye' okay now?" His lips leaves it's sparkle at her skin as he mumbles spooning her from behind and spreads his palm wide atop her belly protectively. She nods cuddling into his bicep kissing the inside of his elbow and slips into darkness just with the song of his breath.

"Good night Angel."

. . .

She wakes up to the ruckus going outside and gurgling stomach from hunger. Pinches the blanket around her head and waddles outside yawning her way. Harry making brekkie in the kitchen, a grinder running, and waffles sizzling as he himself is moving around like Remy the Rat in ratatouille. His muscles stretching out with each haste motion and it made her tummy stir. She's been trying not be horny but it proves to be the hardest task when he's always around being that charming and alluring.

"Pet!" He grins spinning with a VR camera in his hand that makes her giggle, "What you're doing?" She giggles trying to hike up the stool.

"Recording the days with our babies until it's labour." Immediately he's at her side helping her sit up putting the camera at the counter and Y/N waves at it adorably voice low and sleepy, "Hi babies it's me your mommy." It catches Harry off guard. His heart shaped mouth baubles into awed expression as he blinks the shock away from his vision looking down at her.

"What happened?" She asks him in concern but he shakes his head pecking her hair and handing her the camera to go back to prepare brekkie — moreso to recover from the happy surprise of her acceptance or he might scream into these four walls.

He's got a heart of gold. Pure from the selfish intentions and full of love. He thinks he's an utter dimwit for neglecting his feelings for his own fucking bestfriend and finding love into places that were never meant for him. Now, he can't think of someone else as the mother of his children except her.

He smiles wet-ly to himself. Waterline stinging from the sweet epiphany that they're really gonna be parents. Together. That she's his person. Who never left his side. Fulfilled his dream of becoming of a dad when his own girlfriend backed out cowardly. What did he do to get her written in his fate?

"Would we get to eat in this hour of day Chef?" She quips elbow perched on the counter and chin resting in her palm. We. It makes his insides melt into squish of adoration and love for her, "Sorry! I know ye're hungry." He pouts apologetically putting the plates and a glass of smoothie infront of her tucking a napkin into her crew neck.

"I don't need that, pet!!" She laughs squeezing his thigh to refrain from falling -- for the fact she's the most clumsy person Harry knows, "look cute 's just all." He giggles back pulling his bottom lip that she has done a great job of flustering him this early in the morning — gonna be like that the whole darn day with the her words swimming in his mind hi babies it's me your mommy ——

"Hmm. It's so yummy!" She gives him a thumbs up leaning down to sponge a kiss to his cheek and his dimple milks against her lips from the shyness. He scrunches his nose as a cover up from blushieness else he might burst into lil confetti, "yeah?" His irirses twinkles impishly as he gave her an eskimo kiss.

They're so domestically in love. It's cute. Does thingies without knowing they've rocketed past the intense levels of intimacy.

When she whines at the end refusing to drink the green smoothie it's where he went all stern and daddy-ish with her. Pulling her into his lap, holding her wrists with his nimble finger and placing the rim of the glass at her lips encouraging her to drink, "I might puke." She tells him in a warning.

"Okay after drinking this." He declares not caring if she wrenches at him quiping with a pinch of brows petting her back.

"You're sucha meanie bro!" Bestfriend shit. More like lovers shit.

. . .

Blank staring is useless as fuck and mind tiring even if it's done sitting in the comfiest corner of sofa to get a watch of some piece of furniture, toys and clothes that litreally just belongs to little humans that are resting in her womb. There's this nice lady that Harry gave away all of this things to because she's having her third child and couldn't be able to afford this stuff for her baby, at the moment she's here to shift it.

"You don't have to --- I don't care. It's just some stuff you guys bought together." She had told him before he sat on the decision and once he makes up his mind nobody can make him act otherwise.

"Nope. Bought things fo' me babies by the choice of a person who wasn't even their mother in the first place, never deserved to be —-- would never be. We'll do everything from scratch . . ." His words held venom and hatred for her unlike the usual sadness and betrayal they carried weeks ago as he wrapped his forearm around her collarbones flushing her closer to his chest swaying in the living lounge, ". . . remember the plushies nan Matlinda gave ye' on ya eighteenth? Thinking it was yer thirteenth birthday? Found them from under me bed last night. Will throw 'em in the laundry and the descion will be on yours if ye' want them fo' yourself or your babies." She nods giggling and he joins her.

"'Course that'd be s' cute. My kids playin' with plushies that were once mine!" She clapped her hands atop her chest in sheer excitement.

At the moment, he flops onto sofa beside her with a dramatic huff after bidding the lady a warm good bye. Squeezing Y/N ankles as she's laying on her side. A pillow under her thigh for the ease purpose head on the other cushion, "Watching's the hardest work innit toots?" He grins impishly and she bobs her head with hooded eyes.

Rolling her shoulder to pop some joints to show her tiredness she's good at acting made him scoot closer to her immediately, "Actually yes — " Gets cut off with Harry getting really caring about her in instant.

"Lemme give ya good rub." His calloused palms starts it gentle pressure from the heels of her feet tricking up her calves and she hums sweetly with her face smushed into cushion. He does it for a minute, thumbing at her soles and popping her toes making her giggle lazily.

Her breaths turns warmer against the fabric when he glides his touch up her soft thighs running a trembling shiver into her blood and the coaxation from the daily tiredness plus the effect of him on her almost made her whine. Their breaths hitches at the same time his pinky brushes at the curve of her bossom peeking from underneath her pyjama shorts.

It makes her clench her thighs from the burn coiling in her tummy and it's embarrassing because he's doing nothing but giving her a rub. When the second time the pads of his supple fingers paints imaginaries at her skin she wiggles her cute ass and moans with an alluring stretch of throat when Harry slapped her arse playfully.

"'S good?" He rasps palming balmily her bossom ass hands gliding dangerously low to where she's pulsating with desire, "don't tease . ." She gives out a kitten-ish whine griping the corner of cushion to exhert the tension in her muscles. With a single glance to her deshilved state he slides his hand between her fleshy thighs pressing his lanky fingers against the wet splotch of her arousal from the only approximty of him.

"Jeez pet. ye'r absolute soakin'." He whispers circling her clit in tight circles from over her pyjamas and she ruts her hips in his hand for more. He hovers his fingers round the hem of her shorts testing the waters and if she really wants it ---- although she proves it with a groan indicating him to get rid of the material.

"Such a pretty bum 's a shame I got to touch it now." He traces the imprint of his redness on her skin making her hiss into her elbow and he pulls her over his lap; slowly feathering his touch between her pink slick folds down to her hole making her clinch around his digits trying to swallow them.

"S' tight babe. How long someone's been between these beautiful legs?" His words don't carry any taunt. It's just a genuine question. She gulps trying to escape the haze — couldn't when he's gliding his fingers non-stop in her wetness with dirty noises, "dunno . . don't remember!" She squeaks when he slides them inside her with ease from slickness caging a grunty moan that's threatening to slip from his lungs.

"It's been that long then . . ." He drawls out and Y/N's shook that she hasn't heard him in that tone ever before or maybe she's too floaty. This Harry intimidates her in a sweet way, makes her want to be blanketed under his warm weight always, to depend on him and be with him always. Makes her want to kiss him till the colours fade out and blossom back again with the witnesses of their love.

"Harry . ." She moans fogy-ly when he adds two more letting her stickiness drip down his thighs, "Yes baby." He giggles bashfully sneaking his arm under her shoulders to kiss her cheek.

"Gonna cum." She cries out softly nipping at his skin and he pushes his fingers deep till knuckles in her cunt pounding inside her with a pleasuring pressure, "Didn't stop ya." His little bubble kisses trails to the crook of her neck biting down to glitter hues of his affection for her.

"Oh my!" Her eyes popshut and thighs smack crampies his hand cumming on his fingers. Making a mess down his wrists, his trousers and the hem of his shirt. She purrs cheeks smashed near his thick thigh into velvet when he rubs her back to soothe her heated body down as that of a kitten, "Ye purrs are puttin' oreo to shame, moppet." He pushes her up. Straddling her each leg around his torso letting her melt onto him.

"S' warm." He mumbles against her throat pecking where the paths of her veins leads him to. Grabs her chin and nuzzles his nose to the underbelly of her jaw saturating her closer to his chest. She hiccups a breath when his swelling bulge nudges her already sensitive pussy making her wet again; she blames her hormones.

"Can you fuck me, please?" She gives him pleading eyes swiveling her hips back and forth against his thick length, "Don't 've to ask pretty girl." He kisses her mouth. It's not like their first kiss. Their first held innocence and sccachirness. This one's rather filthy, full of sucking, bites and spit. He splits his thumb in her hair cupping her cheeks kissing her passionately and winding his arm around her waist to caress her belly.

When she throws her shirt away he puffs out unbelievably taking in her to memorize each velvteen of her skin, "Fuck you're so beautiful moppet." It splashes blush at her features and his eyes litreally twinkles at the sight of her being like this. When his eyes halt at the swell of her titts he exhales through his nostrils a grin worming up at the little rainbow patterned bra she's wearing.

"Cutie." He kisses her again. It's like he can never stop kissing her ever. Her plump candy lips make it impossible. She skids his trousers down wrapping her hand around his girth squeezing him to quench out a throaty grunt from him. Stroking his cock with his pre-come and arches her back when his weepy head brushes against her cunt.

He helps her to take his cock being ever so carefull with her since she's pregnant but Y/N wants otherwise. She's insatiable. Could bite him whole at the time.

"Use me baby ---- make yourself cum with my cock. Wanted it yeah? C'mon now fuck me pretty girl. Take it all in. Yeah . . . Jus' like that." He grits stretching her to max and brings her neck to snuggle in to his chest when she was about to fall back because of her limbs giving out due to the ecastasy. She spurts out a giggle putting her hands between them to recoup herself and moves with his assistance on her ass.

"It's hard." She whines walls fluttering around his dick making him moan, "what me prick?" He smirks batting his eyelashes to get through the haze.

"Such a rotten joke." She rolls her eyes riding him with faster pace now and it's turning them all sweaty and hot, "mhmp. good girl takin' me cock s' well." His hands wanders above her tummy fondling with her nipples and takes it in his mouth while giving the same attention to other one with his thumb pulling it and tweaking it gently not to harm her, "don't like my jokes but you love my prick --- want to make ye' feel amazin' with it."

His balls thwacking against her bum and she leverages herself with his shoulders crying out in his ear when he hit a spot inside her she could never with her own fingers — she narrows her knees for more closeness and he tucks loose errands of her hair away kissing her temple with closed eyes.

"Tired?" His wet lips teases her earlobe and when she nods he gropes her ass thrusting up inside her, "It feels more good when daddy does it . . doesn't it?" He pounds roughly with a sharp angle of his pelvis and keeps on fucking her till she's crying his name.

She's a puddling. His words only made her float into her own head space where it's golden streaks in the amidst of violet clouds.

His own groans getting hoarse when she pulses around his cock milking and pushing his head fat out it makes him choke onto his spit, "cum for me --- inside me want it s' bad." She whispers woving fingers with his's and pressing it into sofa still grinding down at him whole body jolting from the sensitivity.

He does cum inside her. Filling her to brim with his seed it oozes out making soppy sounds when he pumps it back with lazy strokes to extinguish the last sparkle of fire that was crackling in their insides.

Remains like that. Tangled and dishelved. Listening to eachother's silence. He didn't even got a chance to pull out of her when his phone startled them beside her making her cramp hard around him and his head falls on the headboard with a grunt.

"Fuck." He squints back and pretends to eat the apple of her cheeks with roar like noises tickling her side making her stomach squeeze with laughs when his phone rings for another time and she ushers him to pick it.

His expressions remains stoic. Lips thinned into a hardline as he listens to the person on the other side. She's familiar with it. The feminine seductive voice she can never unhear --- it pangs her heart with an unbearable amount of pain and clogs her windpipes.

Dunno from where she found the need to ask this she did with a second thought from the anxiousness whirling in her mind the second he ends the call, "Are you gonna leave me now?" Tears of hurt without her knowing are already spilling down the valley of her chest.

Harry stares her. But, she could see nothing in them due to blurness from the pulversive of a single call.