#non silver printing

[vixstarria]

"Where my nice, simple plan fell apart"

This is my take on how Astarion’s romance might have progressed with a silly, chaotic energy bard Tav, who doesn’t really fall for his initial manipulation but rather humours it, throughout Act 1.  

There will be more – I want to flesh this out and write more ‘behind the scenes’ moments, and continue this into Acts 2 and 3 (I’m still only at the beginning of Act 2 as I write this!) 

Astarion x Reader, Astarion x Tav, Astarion x Bard Tav  

Comfort, fluff, budding love, cuddling, humour, no spoilers, non-explicit, light angst 

Approximately 2,000 words. 

AO3

~~~~~

“Let’s find our own little piece of nowhere. Somewhere we can lose ourselves and forget all this madness.” 

“Astarion, you insufferable trollop, what piece of cheap pulp did you fish that line from?!” you squeezed your eyes shut, pinching the bridge of your nose. “No, wait, let me guess... Madame Scarlett?” 

You watched his face turn from indignation to irritation, to finally settle in a resigned amusement, in a rapid succession.  

“My, a fellow connoisseur of the vulgar arts? The Madame’s been dead and out of print for over a century. But yes.” 

“A professional interest – a bard must be able to entertain all kinds of audiences, with all kinds of material” 

“And would you indulge me with your expertise tonight? But I do much prefer show to tell...”.  

This was the beginning. You did end up sleeping with him that night, despite his initial soppy attempt at seduction. And then it happened again another night. And then it kept happening... 

You tried to be discreet about it at first, but of course it wasn’t long before the other members of your party noticed your nightly disappearances, and there was no point trying to conceal it.  

You were vexed by their reactions – just about everyone found it necessary to at one point pull you aside and express their concerns about the vampire, asking you to be careful. This was, perhaps, justifiable – Astarion was admittedly quite stab-happy and had an inclination for bloodthirst (literally and figuratively). But he was on your side! And damned if you needed anyone’s approval for your choices in whom to bed! 

By that point you and Astarion had turned the cliched language of poorly written erotica novels into an inside joke. Casually addressing each other in increasingly mawkish and over-elaborate terms had turned into a game. Once the secret of your escapades was out, you weaponised this game, turning it to deliberately exasperate everyone around you with your antics. 

With your shared penchant for dramatic flair the two of you became utterly insufferable.  

You would shout corny names at each other across camp: 

“Oh precious, it’s your turn to set up the campfire! And no, I don’t care that you won’t be eating with us” you called out as the group stopped for the day to set up camp, but no answer followed. “My silver lynx..? Starry?? Snickerdoodle??” 

“Your snickerdoodle wandered off to slaughter another bear!” came an exasperated shout from Wyll. 

Strangers weren’t safe from your hijinks either:  

“My sun, my beating heart, flame of my loins, ache of my head. All my riches, at your feet”, he declaimed to you in front of a confused and embarrassed vendor, as he rummaged through and shook out his pockets and sleeves, spilling an assortment of semi-precious gems, silver cutlery and somehow even an entire silver tray, pilfered from an abandoned manor you came across earlier. 

Just to make the others uncomfortable, you would unceremoniously plop into Astarion’s lap at any given opportunity, including in your morning meetings to establish your itinerary for the day.  

One evening, as you all sat around the campfire to enjoy a shared meal, Astarion (who would ordinarily stay away during this time, or sit nearby with a book) sank down next to you, lifted your hand towards his mouth, and nonchalantly sank his fangs into your wrist and began to suck, slurping.  

“Oh, so I can’t enjoy a nice meal with everyone else, and have to be excluded? Bigots, the lot of you!” he chided, your blood dripping from his lips, to the sound of everyone’s shouts of shocked revulsion. Surprisingly, this was the closest you’d ever seen Lae’zel come to laughing.  

(You and Astarion had arranged this prior, of course. Ever the gentleman, he always asked before he bit.) 

Another night, as you were having a quiet chat with Shadowheart at her tent, while everyone else lounged at the fire, she asked: “So what is it like with him, really..? How is he?” 

Suddenly finding yourself abashed by this genuinely intimate question, you covered it up with pomp and bravado. Winking at Shadowheart, you stood up, threw your head back and began to orate, making sure your thundering voice would be heard by the fire, which you had been separated from by a distance and some bushes: 

“HIS MAGESTIC MANHOOD, WHEN UNSHEATHED, IS AN OBELISC OF MASCULINITY AND GLORY. IT IS A WONDER BIRDS DON’T CRASH INTO IT WHEN IT IS FULLY E- Ow! Who threw that?!” 

A projectile salami from your camp supplies came flying from behind the bushes, and slammed into the side of your face.  

All hell was breaking loose back at the campfire, as Wyll, Gale and a smug Astarion convulsed and shouted through poorly concealed laughter, blaming each other for the missile, as Karlach shook in hysterics and Lae’zel complimented the mystery thrower’s accuracy.  

Gale did look more sheepish than the rest once you started to develop a black eye from the impact, promptly healed by Shadowheart.  

What was it like with him? 

Despite the flowery epithets and exaggerated displays of affection you awarded each other in public, in private you had a mutual understanding that it was all frivolous, no strings play. You had a parasite that could turn you into a mind flayer at any given moment, twisting in your brain. Every day bore violent encounters. Since the nautiloid crash, you hadn’t gone a single day without something trying to murder you. You didn’t want to have to worry about anything other than survival, and you took life day by day. Distractions were welcome, but actual romantic attachment would be a burden, you told yourself. 

You thought of it as being friends with extended benefits.  

You let him feed (well, snack, really) on you, of course. It wasn’t sexual, not since the first night. He used your wrist, so as not to be overwhelmed by the blood flow. He ended the sessions by healing you himself, assisted by a magical trinket he’d picked up somewhere on your journey. You made sure not to let Gale get his hands on that one.  

In battles his arrows always picked off foes in your immediate vicinity, before they were directed to other targets. You’ve yelled at him for this, saying you were more than capable of holding your own, whilst you’d lost count of the revivify scrolls you’ve spent on Gale.  

“Yes, well, the way the man goes on about his ‘natural talents’ and ‘mastery of the weave’, you’d think he’d put that big wise brain of his to developing a strategy for not getting stabbed so often” - Astarion rolled his eyes. “I’m just encouraging him to improve, really. And besides”, his eyes narrowed, “only I’m allowed to spill your blood, darling”. You frowned at that last bit, as he flashed you a sweet and almost innocent smile, and stalked off.   

As for the other ‘benefits’ - the sex was intricate, if somewhat mechanic, almost too skillful on his behalf. Wanting more passion than efficiency, you eventually asked him to talk dirty to you. That made it nearly too intense for you to handle, and seemed to keep him more... personally engaged. During daytime you had to force yourself not to get caught up in flashbacks of his red eyes watching you writhe as he described what he was doing to you, what he was going to do to you, or how you looked while he worked your body. 

The night that you, wanting to reciprocate, asked him exactly how he wanted to be pleasured and what he liked was a fiasco. You didn’t understand why. First he said something about being able to please you being his greatest reward and satisfaction (which you immediately shut down). Then he grew flustered and irritated, becoming uncharacteristically at a loss for words. You tried to divert the conversation, but the mood was unsalvageably ruined.  

There was one takeaway from that debacle, however. After abandoning the idea of sex for the night, you laid next to each other, talking about nothing in particular: Baldur’s Gate, places you were both familiar with, comforts you were looking forward to having again. At one point he looked at his jacket, which you’d been lying on, and lamented that he couldn’t find any gold thread to fix the embroidery. You laughed and rolled over to give him a hug, and simply never let go. He wordlessly pulled you closer once it was clear you had no intention of leaving. That was the first time that you fell asleep and slept through the night in his arms. 

This became somewhat of a ritual, or another game with unspoken rules. Once you were done with each other, you’d pretend to quickly fall asleep with your face nested in the crook of his neck, or to otherwise be too exhausted to get up and make way to your own tent or bedroll. He pretended not to notice the regularity with which this was happening. You pretended not to notice the soft kisses he started leaving on your neck or forehead once he thought you were really asleep. It seemed... important, somehow, that you both pointedly refused to acknowledge any of it. You sensed that otherwise a certain line would be crossed. 

Last night, you were too exhausted to even think of anything but sleep by the time everyone started turning in for the night. Yet rest wasn’t even on the horizon for you – you remembered that you’d neglected to clean your weapons and carry out the well overdue maintenance on your equipment, which you did not allow anyone else to touch even when offered. You were planning to venture into the shadow-cursed lands the following day. You couldn’t afford to be sloppy. You begrudgingly set about your tasks. Astarion was as tired as everyone else, you figured it was needless to say you’d spend the night apart. And yet...  

“I guess I finally get my bedroll all to myself tonight, how delightful” you heard behind you. “No one to wrap themselves around me, no one nuzzling into my neck... Only free, undisturbed personal space” You heard a hint of dejection beneath the sarcasm, and something in your stomach flipped, giving you pause.  

“I’ll come back for a cuddle if you say please” you murmured over your shoulder. 

“Never!” he rasped in a perfect imitation of Lae’zel when you asked the same of her before freeing her from a tiefling cage, and disappeared into his tent. 

Over an hour later, as you collapsed into your own bedroll, you saw a pair of red eyes staring at you from across the camp, tent flap ajar. You held Astarion’s gaze.  

“Please”, he mouthed soundlessly, smiling as he lifted the edge of his blanket.  

Within moments, you slipped into his embrace, pressing your lips against his. But his kisses were gentle and feather light, lacking the usual persistent neediness.  

You pulled away from him, locking eyes as he softly ran his hand down your cheek, brushing your lower lip with his thumb. 

“Gods, you’re beautiful” he breathed. 

That night he fell asleep with his head against your chest, listening to the sound of your heartbeat.  

Your breath caught in a silent sob as you were overwhelmed by a bittersweet realization of how much you really stood to lose if you failed in the journey still ahead of you. You didn’t think you’d ever felt happier or more miserable before in your life, as you hugged him tighter. 

~~~~~

Next in series

AO3

[apiswitchcraft]

altars for greek gods (pt.2)

this post includes zeus, hera, poseidon, hestia, hephaestus, dionysus, ares, demeter, and athena. for part 1 including hades, persephone, artemis, apollo, aphrodite, hermes, and hekate click here, for the titans and protogenoi click here.

keep in mind that this is largely UPG, new age stuff, and historically accurate offerings to the gods include meat, wine, grain (specifically barley), honey, and incense (myrrh and frankincense).

colors can be used for candles, banners, decor, whatever you want

ZEUS

Colors: white, blue, and grey for association with the heavens, yellow and black for association with storms. gold because he's the King of the Gods

Offerings: rain water, oak, olives/olive branches/olive leaves, vervain, cinnamon, laurel. images of himself or lightning bolts are particularly recommended for Zeus

Crystals: diamonds, gold (i think pyrite, aka fool's gold, would be offensive), turquoise, lapis lazuli, celestite, iron/steel, any quartz

Animals: eagle, bull

POSEIDON

Colors: blue and white for association with the seas, gray for association with storms, brown for association with the earth/earthquakes

Offerings: coffee, mint, ocean water, salt, seashells

Crystals: coral, petoskey stone, abalone, opal (especially water opal), blue calcite, aquamarine

Animals: horse, bull, dolphin, hippocampus

HERA

Colors: red, pink and white for association with love and marriage. gold because she's the Queen of the Gods.

Offerings: iris, rose, patchouli, coconut, cypress, maple, peacock feathers, pomegranate

Crystals: pearls, garnet, citrine, diamonds, lapis lazuli, topaz, opal, moonstone, rose quartz

Animals: peacock, cuckoo, cow

HESTIA

Colors: red, orange, and yellow for association with fire, brown or white for the hearth/home.

Offerings: tea/coffee (especially if you drink it with her), pine, bread, cider, apples, anything on fire, cinnamon

Crystals: amber, jade, garnet, ruby, carnelian, sunstone, amethyst, honey calcite

Animals: donkey, pig, crane

HEPHAESTUS

Colors: red, orange, and yellow for association with fire, metallics for association with metalworking.

Offerings: spicy things, hot beverages, handmade things, dragon's blood incense, seashells, anything on fire

Crystals: metals, fire opal, honey calcite, obsidian, hematite, carnelian

Animals: donkey, dog, crane

DIONYSUS

Colors: purple and green for association with grapes/wine, leopard/tiger print for his holy animals

Offerings: grapes (or any derivative), alcohol, cinnamon, ivy, pinecones. there's a particular emphasis on non-physical offerings with dionysus, like playing music, partying or sex/masturbation

Crystals: grape agate, leopard jasper, crazy lace agate, tiger's eye, garnet, rose or rutilated quartz, amethyst, jade

Animals: panther/leopard, tiger, bull, serpent, dolphin

ARES

Colors: red and purple for association with war

Offerings: spicy things, yarrow, chocolate, basil, cinnamon

Crystals: bloodstone, garnet, red jasper, smokey quartz, black tourmaline, hematite, metals, obsidian, carnelian

Animals: eagle owl, barn owl, poisonous snakes, boar, vulture

DEMETER

Colors: green, brown, and yellow for association with the earth/harvest. black for her ruthlessness

Offerings: oats and grain, anything baked, flowers, spices (like cinnamon or cloves, allspice is good too), leaves that have begun to change colors for fall, mint, poppy

Crystals: jade, tree/moss agate, carnelian, amber, aventurine, rutilated quartz

Animals: serpent, farm animals (especially pig), gecko, turtle-dove

ATHENA

Colors: white and grey/silver for association with wisdom. red for association with war

Offerings: anything handmade, olives/olive oil/olive branches/olive leaves, snake shed, cedar, cypress, cinnamon

Crystals: metals, celestite, fluorite, lapis lazuli, bloodstone, obsidian, iolite

Animals: snakes and owls

[livelaughlouistomlinson]

Six months in.

Genre: Fluff

You nervously bounced your leg up and down as you checked your flight tracker for what felt like the thousandth time. You were flying out to LA to spend the weekend with Louis and couldn’t be more excited, and somewhat anxious about it.

You looked down at your outfit, leopard print jeans, and a plain black t-shirt. You had on the Adidas gazelles Louis had bought you for your birthday, and some silver jewelry you had lying around your room.

You had bought the in-flight wifi, but still couldn’t get it to work well, and knowing Louis had to be worried about you becoming suddenly non-responsive only made you more anxious.

As your flight made its rough landing, you held the back of the seat in front of you for balance. You always hated that part of flying, the most.

You waited to hear the seatbelt sign chime before turning your phone back off of airplane mode, it only took a few seconds to get numerous texts from your boyfriend who was just as excited as you were.

Lou 🩵: Can’t wait to see you love!

Lou 🩵: Oi! Did you fall asleep?

Lou 🩵: I miss you and can’t wait for you to land.

Lou 🩵: Fucking plane wifi again? 🙄

You giggled at the last text, almost hearing it in Louis voice. You noticed the lingering message bubbles appear as if he had been waiting to see when his messages would be delivered.

Lou🩵: I know you told me you would just Uber, but what kind of boyfriend would make you Uber to their place? So, I’m out front.

You worried about his last text, hoping and silently praying to yourself that he wouldn’t get recognized while he waited for you. You sent him a quick message as your flight started to empty out, letting him know you were headed to him.

You hurriedly gathered your belongings, throwing your purse over your shoulder and wheeling your Beis travel bag through the airport. You always made it a goal to make sure you didn’t arrive empty-handed and as much as Louis pretended to loathe it, he found it endearing and sweet of you.

You walked over to the flower vending machine, knowing all too well how your boyfriend not so subtly loved a bouquet. You took a minute or so to ponder over the selection before selecting a pair of blue hydrangeas, that damn near matched the color of Louis eyes.

With the flowers in your hand and bags in tow, you exited the airport and scanned the parking lot. You noticed your boyfriend’s white Range Rover almost immediately and jogged over to it. He opened the trunk as soon as he laid eyes on you, you knew he wanted nothing more than to get out to greet you but the airport was busier than you had expected.

“Hi baby” you drew out the words as he eyed you from his rearview mirror. His eyes dead set on yours as the corner of his bright blue eyes wrinkled with enthusiasm.

“Get over here love!” He chuckled, his laugh genuine with excitement. You realized he had a hat on, covering his hair but anyone who knew Louis would’ve still spotted him immediately. You chose not to burst his bubble, quickly rushing to the passenger side of the car to get in and place a kiss on his lips.

You set the flowers in your lap as your hands caressed his face. The smell of his cologne and aftershave was intoxicating and you wanted nothing more than to hurry to his place to be engulfed in it.

“Somebody must’ve missed me” he spoke matter of factly, a blush coming over his cheeks as you finally pulled away to give you both some air.

“Only every day and all the time” You playfully rolled your eyes, sitting yourself back down in your seat. The wrapping on the flowers betrayed you with a loud crinkle noise. It was only then that Louis laid eyes on them.

“For me?”

“Of course babe.”

The blush on his cheeks got more intense as he put the car in drive. The two of you had only been dating for six months but you knew him fairly well, and he wasn’t too afraid to admit that he loved that.

“I couldn’t show up empty-handed to our anniversary weekend” you teased, as you put your seatbelt on, your hand resting on his thigh as he drove.

You weren’t even sure if Louis was aware of your “anniversary” as it wasn’t something either one of you had mentioned but when you said those words he didn’t appear to be surprised.

The drive to Louis place went by quickly, the two of you talked about your flight, what you wanted for lunch, and just about everything else in between. You liked staying at Louis place, it was spacious and cozy and he always made sure to make you feel at ease.

Louis grabbed your purse and then your suitcase from the trunk, allowing you to only carry in the flowers you had bought for him.

“I can help ya know? You don’t have to be Mr. Muscles about everything. ” You teased earning a playful click of the tongue from your boyfriend as he unlocked his door with a passcode.

You followed Louis inside and immediately saw a small black bag with pink tissue paper and a heart-shaped balloon tied to it on his white marbled kitchen countertop. He placed your bags down, taking the flowers from you and placing them

in the one vase he had stashed away under his sink. He was smiling cheekily at you ear to ear, placing the vase on his kitchen table before walking back over to you.

“I remembered our anniversary too. You sneaky little fucker” he let out a genuine giggle, as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, swaying the both of you back and forth.

“I didn’t think you would” you admitted staring at the small gift bag in front of you. Your eyes stung as they threatened to prick with tears.

“Yeah, you were testing me weren’t ya?” He peppered your face in small kisses, seeing you get emotional was tugging at his heart.

“Go on then!” He hopped up on the countertop beside you, to watch your face as you placed the tissue paper on the counter. He had put a lot of effort into whatever it was which made you want to cry even more.

Once you removed all of the tissue paper from the bag you were met with a small red box, your heart was practically doing backflips as you swallowed the dry lump in your throat.

Louis started to get nervous, unable to read the reaction on your face. “Now if you don’t love it, that’s okay! We can exchange it for something you do love.”

You ignored him, knowing you’d love whatever it was he decided to gift you. You opened the box to reveal a single silver Cartier bracelet, and his eyes didn’t leave you as he waited for a reaction.

“Baby, this is so sweet of you. I love it!” You looked up at Louis who was still sitting on the counter beside you. His eyes sparkled like a child on Christmas morning, he loved gifting you things because you never expected them and he knew you were appreciative of even the little things.

“Yeah? You swear?” He nervously chewed at his bottom lip as he hopped off the counter and embraced you. You sniffled into his chest as he hugged you tight.

“If you’re crying now wait until we go into the bedroom.”

You looked up at him, stifling a giggle as you put your bracelet on. “Now Tommo, what in the hell does that mean?”

Louis let out a snort, uncontrollably laughing when he realized how his statement sounded grabbing you by the hand and practically dragging you to the bedroom with him.

He had set out snacks, your favorite drinks, fresh clean blankets, and tons of pillows on his bed for the two of you. You noticed he had put one of his shirts out for you to wear as well.

“I kind of thought we could order a pizza and have a movie night. I just miss cuddling you love” he was always forthcoming with his feelings which was refreshing for you.

“You’re seriously so cute” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his waist. He wasted no time picking you up and carrying you to the bed.

“Cute? Just cute?” He teased as he lightly plopped you down on the bed, tickling your sides with his fingertips to make you giggle.

“Sexy, handsome, beautiful too” You knew the last statement would make him blush as it always did.

“So are we thinking of a romcom or something else?” He changed the subject as he started to scroll through movies. He always suggested romantic comedy first, his favorite genre.

“We haven’t watched the vow together! We could watch that one” You pointed to the movie featuring Rachel McAdams and Channing Tatum on his giant TV screen.

“Is that the movie where she rolls the window up when he breaks wind?” The question itself was funny but Louis was being deathly serious about his question, wearing nothing but a look of disgust.

“Because she loves him so much that she wants to smell them? Yeah!” You giggled knowing he was still utterly grossed out, his nose wrinkled with disgust.

“That’s so sick!” He laughed again, feeling genuinely at peace now with you by his side and in his bed. “I’ve never met anyone who would do that in real life!”

“Bring back real lovers!” You protested with your fist in the air, earning another deep shaky laugh from Louis.

“Gross! That’s just insane really!” The look of disgust mixed with his accent made your stomach do flips, the dumb yet playful conversations always made him overly passionate.

“Note to self, do not roll the windows up when he farts.” You purposefully mumbled loud enough for him to hear knowing he would break out into a fit of giggles at the thought.

“Baby!” He covered his face in embarrassment only to realize a moment later that you might have accidentally hinted toward something.

You realized you may have said too much, and hoped he hadn’t given it a second thought.

••••

When the pizza came and the movie had just begun, Louis was unusually quiet. He couldn’t stop thinking of the silly conversation you had earlier, wondering if he was only overthinking it.

You had quickly changed into his shirt and a pair of socks to get cozy in bed. Louis changed into some comfy clothes as well.

You noticed he was picking at his food, ripping the pepperonis off, and eating them instead of just taking a bite of his pizza.

“Did I say something wrong?” Your voice came out more quiet and timid than anticipated.

Louis snapped out of his thoughts, accessing the look on your face as he scanned over your big glossy emotion-filled eyes.

“No! I’m just in my head.” He placed his plate on the bedside table beside him, motioning with his hands for you to cuddle into him.

You handed him your plate, pulling the blankets over the both of you as you crawled into his chest. He was warm for once, normally he was the one who was cold to the touch.

He let out a sigh, and it worried you, wondering where this shift came from.

“Is this because you’re wondering if I- if I love you?” You knew it was better to be direct with him.

A small nervous squeak erupted from his throat before he could answer you.

You sat up beside him, looking over at him as he shifted in bed to sit up too.

“More like I’m hoping that you do love me because I really love you too.” Louis practically said that full sentence mashed together as his nerves got the better of him.

“I do love you! I love you so much!” You were excited to finally shout it out, knowing you had felt this way for a while.

Louis was ecstatic as he took you into his arms, and planted a sloppy passionate kiss to your lips.

“This is the best anniversary yet” he mumbled between breaths.

[unscripted-if]

DEMO || PINTEREST

Lights…

Camera…

Action!

Those three words, along with the flashing of cameras and screaming of thousands of people, had made up your life for over a decade. Following your rising star into the stratosphere where you could look at where you’ve been upon your lofty perch in the sky. You were the ruler of your universe and there was nothing that’d bring you down…

… Until, of course, there was…

Suddenly in a free fall, without any chance of catching yourself in sight, you’re hurtling back to the ground with only one thought, one goal, in your mind: Find your way back up.

When a new project comes your way, new opportunities arrive with it, but nothing is ever cut and dry within Hollywood. You’ll have to put your all into this movie if you want any chance at salvaging your career.

Try to stay on script…

Unscripted is a slice-of-life interactive fiction where romance, drama, and the trivialities of life intertwine to create your story. Rated 18+ for explicit language, optional sexual content, drug/alcohol use, and violence.

Features

✰ Customizable MC: Name, gender (male, female, non-binary), sexuality, appearance, some of your past projects, and history with a few of the characters.

✰ Maintain your fan base and make sure that they haven’t forgotten about you. Will you earn more as your journey progresses?

✰ Be interviewed from sidewalk reporters to one of the biggest Late Night Shows within America. Just make sure that you make a good impression— there is such a thing as bad publicity after all.

✰ Romance one of the characters that’ll either have the crowd roaring or scratching their heads. Will you find common ground with your sworn rival? Take a chance at love with someone from your past? Give your hot-and-cold manager a shot? Time will tell…

✰ Adopt a new friend that will hopefully make your lonely nights less so.

✰ Rise back to the ranks of Super Stardom and take back your throne.

Romances

The Rival: Angel Sinclair [M/F] — Ever since you arrived in Hollywood, Angel Sinclair has been there. You’re not quite sure when, or where, your rivalry even began, only that it’s made a ton of tabloids rich with the stories they’d print due to it, and you’re even less sure why you keep running into them on the same lot you’re shooting your newest movie. Is it another twisted form of punishment? With an icy exterior that puts the Arctic to shame, you don’t think you’ve ever seen them smile— at least when they’re not in front of the camera or interacting with fans. Will you uncover more as your random run-ins start losing some of their randomness?

Route: Rivals to Lovers.

The Manager: Kieran/Kiera Walker [M/F] — Probably one of the few reasons you’re still where you are. With a keen mind, a sharp eye for detail, and an even sharper tongue, K has never taken it easy on you, and they’re definitely not doing so now. While pragmatic about their approach, they’re not afraid to tell you what they think, when the time calls for it, which is something that’s definitely caused some tension in the past. Still, you don’t know what you’d do without them; as they’ve stayed steadily by your side through it all. And you don’t think they’re going anywhere anytime soon.

Route: Slow Burn.

The Director: Spencer Hale [M/F] — Last Laugh, the title of the movie you’re now part of, is the passion project that Spencer has been working on for years; trying tirelessly to get it to the silver screen. You would know— after all you were there when they began to write it back in college. Despite not having seen them in years, the gentle look in their eyes hasn’t shifted in the slightest; even if it is a bit more wary now, they don’t hesitate in offering you the same level of kindness as before. Though, even that, still feels different, wrong somehow. Can you recover what’s been lost between you? Or will you forever be two ships passing in the night?

Route: Ex-Best Friend/Lover (can choose if they were your lover or not) || Second Chances

The Newcomer: Cameron/Carmen Rivera [M/F] — An up-and-coming star within Hollywood from the music scene. Having wanted to take a shot at the silver screen for years it’s only with this project that they’ve finally been given the chance— cast as your love interest, no less. You’re not too sure what to make of them. From everything you’ve read they’re sunshine incarnate, with a beaming smile always on their lips, that completely contradicts the darker colors that they typically wear. Something tells you, an almost bone deep intuition, that they’re an array of contradictions all rolled up into one package. Will you ever be able to uncover any of them?

Route: First Love (to them) || Age Gap

The Bodyguard: Roman Locke [M/F] — With a penchant to wear nothing but black, sometimes with muted tones of gray thrown in, you don’t know much about the individual that’s been guarding you with their life for the last five years. Only their stellar history in the Navy, coupled with a possible connection to being a CIA Agent, though that’s never been confirmed, and the other rudimentary facets of their past that any employer needs to know. However, even if they rarely speak, you know that you’re in more than capable hands and that they take their job seriously. But what happens when that professional facade begins to crack?

Route: Bodyguard Romance.

The Assistant: Harley Park [M/F] — Someone who’s very good at their job while also being everywhere and nowhere all at once. You don’t know if they’ll ever get over the embarrassment of your first meeting— with them being in a fandom shirt from a project you had done a couple of years before, with you at center stage on it. With an undeniable charm, if a bit awkward in their approach, Harley is definitely someone that’d you miss interacting with once you got the chance to do so. You just have to get them to actually interact with you first.

Route: Oblivious Love.

[starkitxxz]

I wrote this at 1am

Nightly visit☁

!!non-consensual touching, implied SOMNOPHILIA!!

The starry night sky wrapped the whole place like a blanket, small white dots appeared as the moon glowed in the midst of the void. Street lights flickered every minute, the warm light bulb it had given out. But it was enough to guide Sol Brugmansia to your lovely abode.

Every step he took, it was silent. Emptiness filled him – but he longed to see you. His heart ached, he yearned to have a minute of your time. A minute of your smile on your face because of him.

Or perhaps your lingering touch, brushing against his bandaged hand

He recognized everything about you, including where you place your furniture in your home. He hated seeing that slug in a photo frame. He wished it was him, beside you, in that printed paper.

He wished to be with you, to hold you and know you're his. He could not bear the thought of you being with Crowe. Ugh, the mere mention of his name makes him ill.

What does he have that Sol doesn’t?

He stood in front of his soulmate’s door, a silver key in his palm – inserted into the keyhole. And he knew, You fail to ignore such necessities missing from your ID.

Upon entering, his heart skipped a beat.

"Fuck, you’re so beautiful…"

He muttered under his breath. The glimmering moonlight highlighted your face. Displaying your beauty in front of the beast before you.

Sol approached you, his reddish orange orbs focused on you. He never fully focused on anything but you. You are on his walls. His phone gallery. His mind. Everything possible.

He lifted your arm and dropped it, a chuckle escaped his mouth. A heavy sleeper you are.

Or maybe you took something that made you so sleepy

He better thank Hyugo for this

A grin appeared on his face, it’s funny how easy you trusted him. How easy it took you to take it. So naive, Sol preferred it that way.

The last thing he wanted for you to find out was how awfully obsessed he is.

Heck, the word obsessed isn’t enough to describe what he is

He kneeled beside the bed frame, tucking a strand behind your ear. Taking in your pretty, sleeping face that he adores so much.

Gazing at your lips, he wanted it to meet his – so you will be his, like what he envisioned to happen.

He nuzzled on your neck, taking a whiff of your scent. You smell so fucking good. Like a dangerously addictive drug. It drove him nuts.

He began to nibble and bite a spot on your neck, earning a whimper from you. It sent shivers down his spine, as a mark started to form.

"Oh darling, you have no idea what you’re doing to me," He whispered, sucking the mark. A mark that will surely be visible on your neck, to the eyes of many – especially him, knowing he created that mark.

Another whimper escaped your lips. His breath hitched, kissing the small hickey he created.

"You’re so ticklish, pumpkin – even the sounds you make, it makes me want to fuck you"

Not long after that, he places his thumb on your bottom lip. Caressing it. He craved to kiss you so badly – to feel your lips, to know you’re his.

After all, YOU belong to him.

You’re his soulmate, his beloved, his maiden by the name of Annabel Lee

He pressed his lips against yours, warmth surrounded him. Claiming you as his, not Crowe. He was dying for this, he desired to be with you alone in this room – kissing you.

"I love you so much…"

He mumbled as he leaned back. Looking at you like a valuable possession – too valuable and pretty to be shared with. Admiring your perfect features, ignoring your flaws. To him, you don’t have flaws.

You’re everything he could love about you

Staring at the figure before him, he smiled and took a picture of you. Adding it to his phone album full of photos of you.

He stood up and walked to the door, giving you one last look. Holding his phone in his hand. He hoped that it would be your hand that only he would hold soon.

"See you tomorrow, pumpkin," He said, before twisting the door knob.

And with that, he left.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Man 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Lloyd Hansen

Summary: a demanding customer complicates more than your work life.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You stand behind the counter, ready to serve the next customer that comes through the door. If you thought the rush was bad, the lulls are worse. The time drags by as the clock seems to taunt you. You sigh again as you hear Bre clattering around in the back room. You’d rather be back there folding up empty boxes and scouring trays.

You yawn and waver on your feet. The small local cafe doesn’t have the consistent traffic of the franchised kiosk just down the block but there are still hectic rushes. The mornings just after nine, then at noon when the office workers run out for a refresh espresso or a lunchtime sweet, but the afternoons usually deliver no more than the errant college student on their laptop or a few friends in between visits to boutiques.

The door opens and you glance over at the man who walks through the door. He strikes you as out-of-place as he struts across the cafe, hitting a table with his thigh, and sneering at it as if it insulted his mother. He’s tall with broad shoulders, and his hair is slicked back while the sides of his head are buzzed. He wears a black turtle neck under and open jacket and a pair of matching slacks that show off his ankles. His loafers are a rippling grey and black snakeskin print with a shining silver buckle.

You grip the sides of the till as he approaches but he doesn’t look at you. You stare, a little put off by his lack of acknowledgement as he peers up at the menu. He steps forward, tapping his fingers on the counter as he blows out between his lips. A golden signet ring flashes on his pinkie. You’re still not sure he’s in the right place.

“Hello, sir, can I get you--”

“Shh,” he hisses and holds up his finger. You snap your mouth shut and blink. He squints at the menu. He hums, clucking as he gives a thoughtful look to the hand-painted letters. Alright?

You wiggle your foot impatiently, biting your tongue. You’re not an inherently rude person but some customers make you wish you were. You watch him and he finally lowers his chin.

“Oat latte. Half blonde espresso, half regular, with the toffee nut syrup and a sprinkle of cinnamon.”

You nod as you punch in his order. It’s quite the drink. Sometimes you think people just pile on to see how far they can push service workers. They can’t just have a simple drink. Some even request the temperature to the digit.

“Alright, got it, it’s fifty cents for the syrup, is that okay?”

“Fifty cents?” He echoes haughtily, “no, that’s not okay.”

“Um, okay, well, it’s uh, on the menu,” you crane to look behind you, “fifty cents for a flavour shot, twenty-five for whipped cream.”

“I didn’t ask about goddamn whipped cream. They don't charge me here, doll. Get me the goddamn drink,” he demands.

You reel. Admittedly, you’re new. You’re learning but your first lesson was simple; customers are awful.

“I can just take the syrup off, I guess,” you hit the x and the whole order disappears.

“Didn’t you hear me? No charge, honey. It’s on the house.”

You purse your lips and look at him. You raise a brow. Alright, this is a new one.

“Um, if you’d just hold on, I think... uh, I should ask--”

“Yeah, you better fucking ask,” he sneers as swipes at a stack of paper cups and sends them flying. You flinch out of the way and spin to burst through the door to the kitchen.

“Uh, Bre,” you say, “there’s a really angry dude out there and he wants a free latte so uh, what do I do about that?”

She looks over at you as she puts a tray of cookies on a cooling rack. She frowns and her forehead stitches. She pulls of her oven mitt and checks her fitbit.

“Shit, it’s Thursday,” she mutters as if it’s the end of time.

“Yeah, it is, so uh--”

She waves away your words with the mitt and tosses both on the counter as she hurries past you. Confused, you turn to follow her through the swinging door. You stay behind her as she goes to the till.

“Mr. Hansen, so lovely to see you, what were we getting today?” She chimes, more lively than you’ve ever heard you. At any other time, she’s dulcet, almost monotone, completely over the cafe lifestyle.

He scoffs and his eyes drift from her to you. He pokes his tongue into his cheek, “oat, toffee nut, half blond, half regular, cinnamon on top,” he notes each element tersely, “and how about you teach this one some goddamn manners.”

He glares at you and you give a wide-eyed look. You shrug at Bre as she glances over at you. She shakes her head subtly. You take a step back.

You grab a cup and she quickly takes it out of your hands, “I got it, stay out of the way.”

You put your hands up and back away. You don’t know what you did wrong. Who is this man? He smirks and hovers on the other side of the counter as he crosses his arms over his puffed chest. Bre brews a fresh espresso and steams the oat milk.

“I’m waiting, sweet lips,” he cups a hand to his ear, his other arm still over his chest.

You look back and forth.

“Apologise,” he demands.

Bre clears her throat and you glance over, your mouth falling open dumbly.

“Oh, uh,” you face the man again, “I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t know--”

“Well, now you fucking do,” he sneers as Bre places a cup down before him and a paper bag.

“Mr. Hansen, there’s a cinnamon bun for you too. We just took em out of the oven.”

“You’re such a dear, Bre Bear,” he cooes, sending you a venomous snarl.

You cringe as he spins and strides out with his fare. You watch after him, still thoroughly perplexed. Bre wipes the counter with a cloth.

“The next time he comes in, give him whatever he wants,” she says quietly.

“Oh, I didn’t... who is he?” You garble.

“Better you don’t know. Just think of him as the boss,” she sends you a desperate look, her eyes gleaming, “if you know what’s good for you, you’ll smile and listen.”

She brushes you with her shoulder as she goes back into the kitchen. You furrow your brow and glance towards the door. The man’s just outside the windowed walls, watching you. He winks before he disappears beyond the next facade

[petermorwood]

Potato Crisps / Chips on Tasting History

So we've just watched Max's latest...

...and I was grinning a bit because I posted about Dr Kitchiner's 1817 (non-US, definitely non-Saratoga) crisps / chips recipe a month ago.

That image was from an American edition of his book; I've found a pic from the original - NB that these slices are floured before frying.

For reference, here's a two-penny piece from about 1797; the coin would still be current 20 years later:

...and here's how thick the potatoes should be sliced. That's 4mm, which is 2mm less than "a quarter of an inch" (6.25mm).

The slices will get even thinner as their moisture evaporates during frying, and, given the nature of recipes, potatoes cooked this way are probably even older than 1817 and Kitchiner's is just the first appearance found so far in print.

*****

The first recipe for "Game Chips" (an accompaniment to grouse, pheasant etc.) appeared, per the Wikipedia link, in a 1903 book published by famous chef Auguste Escoffier (1846-1935):

"Chip potatoes - these are potatoes cut into thin slices; this is usually done with a special plane. (A mandoline.) They are put in cold water for 10 minutes; then drained, dried in a cloth and fried until very crunchy. They are served hot or cold and generally accompany game roasted in the English style."

However, per Escoffier's Wikipedia page, much of his work was based on that of Anton Carême (1783-1833), whose dates are squarely coincident with Dr Kitchiner's Potato Slices.

Given the amount of cookery to-and-fro between England and France after the Napoleonic wars were over, it's impossible to say who first came up with the idea of potato crisps.

The French loved dainties - "un petit quelquechose", a little something - which the English pronounced and dismissed as "kickshaws", something over-fussy yet insubstantial. Yet those same English also loved roasting things with their appropriate accompaniments.

(I'm writing this just over a week after Christmas, and have been well reminded that the phrase "Roast (turkey / goose / beef) With All The Trimmings" is still in common 21st-century use.)

If those roasted things were game birds, only those above a certain level in society would be eating them, so it's not unreasonable to assume a rich-person game bird would attract fussy, time-consuming rich-person trimmings like, okay, Game Chips.

One thing's for sure, Potato Crisps - and Game Chips too, so hard luck, Escoffier - are almost certainly older than even Tasting History could prove.

*****

BTW, they also existed at a time when "English Food Was Bland" is more fake history.

Sauces put out on the table in fancy bottles had fancy labels ("bottle tickets") showing what was in them, and the contents were often far from bland.

Quin sauce was anchovy-based, hot and pungent.

Harvey's was a spicy sauce similar to Worcestershire, ketchup was probably mushroom and also spicy; the other two need no elaboration.

AFAIK the two crescent-shaped ones in the next pics are deliberate imitations of an officer's rank-gorget.

Finally a generic Not-Bland label that would go on any number of modern bottles (antique silver, yours for £250)...

*****

And after all of the above, I could do Very Bad Things to a packet of Tayto Cheese 'n' Onion. A packet?

Why stop at a packet when A Pack takes less time to say?

After all, It Is Written that:

"Reading One Book Is Like Eating One Potato Crisp Chip."

And also that Nothing Exceeds Like Excess...

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Erin Reed at Erin In The Morning:

On Sunday, President Biden announced he will not seek a second term and endorsed his vice president, Kamala Harris, as his pick to become the Democratic Party’s nominee. In the immediate aftermath, Harris' donations surged, and major Democratic officials rallied behind her. Republican influencers, however, seemed unprepared for a primary line of attack, initially conflating Harris’ potential presidency with the Biden administration’s policies. By evening, they appeared to have settled on a familiar but often unsuccessful tactic: focusing on pronouns and accessibility.

Within moments, several right-wing accounts posted the same video from 2022: a video of Vice President Harris sitting at a table and addressing a group of people, where she introduces herself by listing her pronouns and describing her clothing. She says, “Good afternoon, I want to welcome these leaders for coming in and having this very important discussion about some of the most pressing issues of our time. I am Kamala Harris, my pronouns are she and her, and I am a woman sitting at the table wearing a blue suit.”

The event was attended by a room full of disability rights leaders. According to White House Correspondent Andrew Feinberg, who stated that he was the print pooler at the event, “she was talking to a room of disability activists, including people who are/were blind.” Using descriptive terms to indicate who you are, your appearance, and what you are doing is a common technique to improve accessibility for audience members who may be blind. The Disability Visibility Project says of the practice, “A self-description provides information about a person that non-blind people passively glean. This includes identity characteristics such as skin color, gender identity, hair length and texture, wardrobe, and more.” Within hours, however, conservative accounts began pushing the video as their first major line of attack on the likely nominee. Anti-LGBTQ+ influencer Chaya Raichik posted it on her Libs of TikTok account, highlighting the footage. RNC Research, a collaborative social media account for the Republican National Committee and Team Trump, also spotlighted the video. Elon Musk quoted it, stating, “imagine 4 years of this…” Conservative influencer Wall Street Silver added, “Do we really want more of this woke junk?”

[...] The criticism to the line of attack is well-founded. Conservatives have attempted to target Democratic politicians over accessibility, transgender people, and other issues they deem to be “woke issues” for nearly four years, with little success to show for it.

The right-wing faux outrage machine’s attacks on Kamala Harris for using pronouns to address participants during a July 2022 meeting is a bit wack and a tool to push anti-trans and anti-”woke” fodder.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Mile High Club

A/n: Was reading Steven Adler's book and couldn't get this idea out of my head, don't ask where the connection was I couldn't tell you, but have this anyway :3 Also! If you enjoy reading what I post and want to request something please feel free to!

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, oral sex(f!reader receiving), daddy!kink, let me know if I missed anything :3

Being a flight attendant you were used to going on flights of all kinds, obviously, it was your job. Recently you were told that you’d be on a private flight with a big metal band, though you were never told which band, honestly you didn’t care all too much either. You were going to Sydney, Australia and getting paid to do so.

The day of the flight came and you couldn’t be happier, not because you were meeting some big band but because you’d always wanted to go to Sydney, and now you finally were. You got boarded with the rest of the crew though you still hadn’t met the band yet. Your coworkers were talking about them non-stop and it was starting to itch at you. You didn’t want to care who you were with, but you couldn’t help it at this point.

You were walking through the plane when a man with silver hair and sleeve tattoos called out to you. “Excuse me, sorry, can I get something to drink?” He asked in a polite tone. You stopped and stared at him for a second, thinking that this must be one of the members of the band.

“Uh, yeah, there’s a bar right over there.” You told him, gesturing to the bar just down the aisle. He nodded and looked back at you.

“Do they serve non-alcoholic beverages?” He asked with a slightly worried look.

“Um, I’m not sure.” Chewing your cheek, you continued. “I’ll go ask and try to find you something to drink, sir.”

“James.” He introduced, holding a hand out to shake yours. You hesitated before accepting the friendly gesture. “We’re gonna be on the flight for a while, might as well get to know each other, right?”

“Right.” You said with a nervous smile and walked away. He never called you back to ask for your name and you were too scared to go back until you got the drink.

After looking around for a bit you managed to come up with some fruity drink that had no alcohol in it. You were bringing it back to where you had seen James but he was gone, nowhere to be found. You went to a nearby attendant and asked if they knew his whereabouts. “Oh, he said he was going to his room.” They explained. You took a step towards the band's rooms in the back but they stopped you for a second. “Everyone’s talking about the two of you, you know.”

You were confused. “What do you mean? What’s there to talk about?”

“Well,” they started, “the band hand picks out each crew member they want, we were told that Mr. Hetfield chose you specifically.” You could feel your cheeks heating up, you had no idea why he would or what everyone was really  talking about, but now you at least had a clue.

You nodded and went on your way to the back of the plane where the band’s rooms were and found the door that had a paper taped to it with ‘James’ printed in big, bold letters. You knocked but there was no answer. “Mr. Het- er, James?” You heard strange sounds coming from the other side of the door but couldn’t quite figure out what it was. “James, I have your drink.” You called, knocking again.

“Fuck- just come in, sweetheart.” You couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your stomach at the name. You kept your head down as you opened the door, quickly closing it behind you.

“I have a fruity drink, it has strawberry, banana, um...” You trailed off, trying to think of what else you saw on the juice carton. You turned around and froze at the sight. James leaning back on the bed, cock out in his hand. His head tilted back with his mouth opened in a soft ‘oh’. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything and just stood there, paralyzed.

James chuckled at you and patted the space next to him on the bed. “C’mere, I’ve been waiting for you.” Hesitantly, you made your way over to him, setting the drink on the bedside table and sitting on the edge of the bed. Your gaze glued to his hard member. James' free hand went to your face, stroking your cheek. “I thought you were just the cutest thing when we were picking out our crew, you know.” He said, voice soft and airy. You swallowed, still staring. “What’s your name, sweet girl?”

You took a deep breath before responding, finally tearing your eyes away and looking in his eyes. For a brief moment. Your eyes quickly flickered to his lips. “Um, Y/n, sir.” James let out a soft groan when you called him sir.

“Thought I told you you could call me James.” You didn’t say anything, biting your lip nervously. He leaned closer to you, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Maybe I’ll just have to fuck that into you.” He whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear. You sucked in a breath, cheeks going bright red. “Go lock the door, sweetheart.” You nodded as you stood and went over to the door, quickly locking it and turning around only to be met with James right in front of you. His cock was still out, it was bright red and pushing up against you as he smashed his lips against yours.

He backed you against the door, his kisses trailed up your jaw and down your neck while his hand explored your body. He tugged at your uniform, unzipping the pencil skirt and dropping it to your ankles. He didn’t even bother with your button-up, he ripped it open, sending buttons flying every which way. “Fuck, I-I don’t have any other shirts.” You said with a pout, looking down at your now exposed chest. James’ big hands went to cup your chest, admiring you.

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart, just be here with me.” He pecked your lips again before dropping to his knees. He placed a few kisses over your thighs as he helped you out of your shoes, paying special attention to your inner thighs. He could see how wet you were getting through your panties and brought his right hand up, caressing your thigh for a moment and dipping into your lace underwear. “So pretty, so needy, just for me, right?” He asked, looking right up at him. You bit your lip and nodded. James gave a displeased hum and shook his head. “Now that didn’t sound genuine.” He kissed you over the lace. “Guess I’ll just have to show you, no one will make you feel as good as I can.” Without warning he ripped your panties off, that plus the cool air hitting you making you yelp.

James placed his hands on either of your thighs, spreading your legs for him and pulling your folds apart. “What a pretty girl.” He mused, licking a strip over your slick, tongue dipping into your hole. You tried to hold back your noises as he ate you out, licking, slurping and sucking like his life depended on it. His tongue went as deep as it could in you and his nose kept bumping against your clit, adding extra stimulation. James began sucking on your clit as he pushed a finger into you, starting off with deep, slow thrusts to get you even wetter before adding another finger. “You’re so tight, gotta stretch you out a bit so you can take me, sweetheart.” You whined and nodded.

James curled his fingers in you, finding your sweet spot and making sure to hit it repeatedly. He continued swirling his tongue around your clit. By the way your whines were getting higher he could tell you were getting close. “That’s it, that’s a good girl, come on my fingers.” Your hands went to his head, holding it in place while you rode his face and fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck~! Gonna- ngh! Gonna-gonna cum, gonna cum!” You cried, thighs trembling around james’ head. “Fu-ck, cumming, cumming, fuck, daddy!” You cried as you came all over him, hips bucking against his face. James waited a moment for you to come down from your high before he pulled away and stood up, wrapping his arms around you.

“What was that you called me?” He asked, leaning down to kiss your lips. “Did you just call me daddy, sweetheart?” You tried to apologise or deny it, nothing but sputters came out of you. James laughed at you and shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart, daddy’s gonna make you feel so good it’s the only thing you’ll be thinking about, alright?” He picked you up, you wrapped your legs around him, grinding against his throbbing member. “Fuck, if you keep doing that-” He cuts himself off with a deep groan. “Fuck it.” He muttered, taking his dick in his hand and lining it up with your entrance before shoving it in. Your head fell back as you moaned, the stretch a bit much but nothing unpleasant.

James waited a moment for you to get comfortable before he started moving. He thrust into you nice and slow, soon picking up pace and slamming his hips against your, fucking you against the door. You couldn’t contain your moans, crying out for him. “Fuck, daddy, feels so good.” You’d whine. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, your face was hiding in the crook of his neck, occasionally falling back when he hit a particularly good spot on your gummy walls. The silver headed man hooked his arms under your legs, pushing your knees to your chest so he could go deeper. “Fuck- fuck, daddy, ‘m close, please.” You whined.

“Please, what? C’mon, use your words for daddy.” James teased, grinding into you in a way that had his pelvis rubbing your clit.

“Please-please, can I cum? Please, let cum, daddy, feels so good, please.” You begged, planting soft kisses to his neck. James chuckled at your pleads.

“Go on then, cum for daddy, cum on daddy’s dick.” Just like that, you came on him, your juices dripping down your ass. Your walls fluttered around him, squeezing him just right. “Fuck, so good for me, sweetheart.” His thrusts were getting sloppy and you knew he was getting close to his own high. You started bouncing on him as best you could, it wasn’t much but it was enough for him. “Holy fuck, sweetheart, gonna cum in you, alright? Gonna fill you up real nice.” A few more thrusts and you could feel his seed spurting into you, hitting your warm walls. He kept bucking his hips into you as he groaned, holding you close.

James carried you over to his bed, laying down next to you and pulling you close as he got the both of you under the blankets. “Was that good?” He asked, kissing your forehead sweetly. You nodded and nuzzled against him. James pulled you right up against him, letting you rest your head on his chest. “Good, good, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, pretty girl.”

[rosedere]

The Liyue Lotus and the Merchant from Snezhnaya

(Pantalone x Fem Reader)

MDNI +18

Cw: kidnapping, stalking, non con elements, graphic violence (later chapters), yandere content, pregnancy mentioned, forced marriage, female/ fem aligned Reader, *will update as the series goes on

Cross posted on AO3

Previous Chapter: The Lotus sailing into Port

Current Chapter : The Tsaritsa and the never ending winter (you are here)

Next Chapter: The Lotus Amongst the Dead

Synopsis: Unfortunately, The Regerator develops a fixation with you while you are working undercover for Yelan. And there’s no one who can get in his way of his prized Lotus.

Life is a dangerous business, you know

Who's gonna care for your bleeding soul?

Take a run, take a run with me

Where the sky is blue forever

'Til the end of time

-

“Augh— Galina it isnt going to fit me!” You squealed as she tightened the velvet corset that was sitting above your long china print blue and white silk dress. The rest of your ensemble patiently waiting as you tried to get the bottom layers secured on your body.

“No– come on it has to fit! We measured you on Monday” She tugged on the silk ribbons behind you, “Lord Pantalone will dock my last pay if we dress you in something else we already arrived” Galina panicked pulling your corset a bit lower onto your back to try to tie the strings together.

“I don't know why the corset is required— The veil and the large other three coats will leave only my neck and face” you grunted as you felt Galina make another wave of hard pulls to your back.

After a hard exhale, Galina finally gave up, you were defeated as you tried to breathe in with the vice grip of velvet surrounding your chest and queasy stomach.

“Well I guess this is as tight as it will stay my lady” Galina sighed, quickly lacing the corset backing before reaching for the rest of your ensemble.

“I tried my best to hide that shelf on your stomach my lady”

“It's alright, I'm sure no one would even notice it, I'll have to be sure to try to work out once we settle in” 

Yelan had chastised you about it already anyway.

A stern knock on your door was heard outside the vanity dressing room.

“Oh no—” Galina hurried placing your long Indigo blue gloves and layers to accompany the long dress you were wearing.

“Almost ready my lord” Galina reassured, placing your long flowing fur coat over you as she stood you up on uneasy feet.

Placing your gloved hands in a hand-warming fur before finishing the final touches to your hair pulled up underneath your veil and hair decorations of small pearls and silvers you wore.

The door opened revealing Pantalone; 

His large white coat over his dark purple and black ensemble underneath, his face pulled back in the usual relaxed smile as he entered the room. You could feel his eyes taking in your appearance, silently undressing you surely from the way he lingered on your hips to the way your chest was prominent even under all the jackets before he focused on your face.

“That’ll be all Galina” Pantalone dismissed her with a hand, her only obediently moving to grab the few pins and threads she had around trying to mend the hems of your new fitted clothing.

"ah— sir Pantalone" Galina said quickly before turning to walk out the door.

Pantalone only looked at her with a questioning look beckoning for her to continue,

"May I say bye to Lián before I leave" She asked.

Ah, you had forgotten after you docked her and Fedor would be dismissed.

"Oh, I forgot, touching to see you form a bond with your client" Pantalone stepped back allowing Galina to get close to you.

Expecting a small wave and a "nice to work with you" was instead met with a headbutt hug from your Guard the few months when you were in Liyue.

You thought your guts were being choked hard enough from the abuse from the corset, and now you were being squeezed by Galina whose hood and mask were now against you giving a faint sweet amber scent you assumed was perfume.

"I hope you enjoy Snezhnaya Lián" She pulled back before giving you a kiss on both cheeks.

"Don't hesitate to come find me or Fedor around Nordekalle if your new guard allows you to; maybe I can show you around the cape of Snezhnaya when you are settled in" she said with a small smile on her lips.

"I'll hold you to it soon" You felt yourself genuinely smile, a smile formed from the contagious joy your guard was radiating.

"Now I will let you go— I must report on time, The Tsaritsa waits for no one," she said before giving your head a soft pat.

Gathering the few things she had brought with her, she escorted herself out With a soft slam it was just the two of you alone again.

“So what do you think?” you asked holding the trim of the long pooling gown around your heavily fur-lined boots you had on looking up at Pantalone.

“I once again have to give Galina a good word for how beautiful she made you look” He as usual let his gloved hand roam your exposed cheek, tinted in a natural blush for your complexion. 

“I have to fight the urge from smudging your makeup before we disembark to the Tsaritsa” 

You could feel yourself blush as he met your wide gaze, his smoldering one confirming he wasn't lying at all about what he just confessed to you.

“Please will you let me escort you to the Tsaritsa as my guest to the Snezhnaya capital” he extended his hand to your shoulder, mixing under your viel in a clash of stark white and vibrant dark violets to your Dark navy and pooling ebony sparkling as you both walked together up the steep steps you’d traversed a few times on the voyage to Snezhnaya.

The different fatui soldiers and fatui agents you had seen bustling around the halls loitering or doing busy tasks were not missing only leaving you two down the dark devoided lighting in the long vessel.

Finally reaching the open cabin was when the rush of cold chilled your bones, reminiscent of when you had your vision and tried to channel the energy without your weapon.

It made sense since you were in the Ice Archon land, the initial shock of the dense grey skies around you the urge to keep walking and not stop and spectate at the unreal tundra that was surrounding you both under the dense snow flurries delicately falling.

“Ah– it’s so c-cold” you whispered to Pantalone shifting your eyes from the now rows of Fatui agents and lower ranked fatuus standing in attention facing towards where you and Pantalone are walking. “I wasn't exaggerating when I said it was cold here, hopefully, you put on those “silly armbands” under your clothes” Pantalone teased quietly as he continued the monotonous march to the dock decorating the horizon beyond the lowered ship plank connecting to the mainland.

You were surprised and soon disappointed you did not see Fedor and Galina anywhere in the sea of Fatuus patientlystanding facing the port. However as you both began to close in you saw on the horizon a white carriage, one you'd never seen before most likely made of steel and iron, with only one fatui member standing facing the both of you approaching the oppressive atmosphere of the dry and grey harbor.

This one was different however as she didn't wear what most of the fatuu members had on when you saw them in your many years in Liyue, namely the long coat crystal hued luminous coat tails reminding you of the fontainian's fashion accompanied with dark long pants with a crystal stained glass hem on the bottom.

Your attention was however the anubis-esque mask she wore on her face, covering her eyes but you could make out the frown ebbing away at the corner of her pale skin and warm orange hair framing her face.

“Good morning, Lord Pantalone” Her voice sounded of glass chimes, A thick Snezhnayan accent coated her words but her voice sounded dainty and elegant.

She bowed her head as you both paused in front of her. “The Tsaritsa has requested you to join her in the palace banquet room” She held her hand over her heart, “she says it was an important matter she had to handle before then so do excuse her inability to warmly welcome you from your voyage my lord” 

She extended her hand to the carriage opening the thick metal door, inside were red velvet seats and what seemed to be small candles affixed to the spaces where the two windows were placed providing some kind of warmth to yourdestination.

Pantalone only silently got inside without a word, holding your elbow a bit tighter he let you go ahead and step up into the carriage first leading him in behind your freezing self.

Sitting on the plush red velvet seats by the window you cursed yourself further since your shoulder was getting a smalldraft from the thick window pane beside your poor shoulder from outside.

Pantalone slid in beside you elegant as usual the small trinkets attached to his snow-white cover made the faintest sound signaling his presence.

And of course, a lone arm finding purchase on your slightly bloated stomach.

You kept looking out the window Letting your head lull to your side on top of Pantalones warmer coat the smell of expensive amber and musk radiated from him. Very warm coat, It was beyond you that you were tired but you felt your eyes slowly close as you looked out into the frost-encased windows, the winds hollering around the barren landscape.

…

Unheard by you, the carriage door opened revealing the fontainian dress Fatui operative. Pantalone sat beside you, looking down at you who had now been taken by the grasp of a frequent nap you had at least every other day, his unoccupied hand combing through your soft-washed hair, careful to avoid the intricate metal pins in the shape of the Fatui emblem firmly stuck on the top of your head under your veil.

A rough slam to the carriage door signaled the steerer to operate the carriage through the storm.

Crossing her legs across from the two of you she only let her lips fall into a thin frown of displeasure.

“So, were you the one that summoned me to… witness this,” The woman said pointing to you across from her.

“I thought you said you'd never move on after you broke up with me” She added.

Pantalone only sighed, moving his hands to cover your ears under your veil before he spoke anymore.

“I had no say so in this— Galina and Fedor suggested someone that worked under the same section as them, I didn't realize you were a part of the Snezhnayan branch still” Pantalone let his thoughts spill.

“Maybe it is for the best; so I know it's officially over” She crossed her arms looking back at the snowy landscape.

“perhaps— I'd rather lay out right now our boundaries” Pantalone sternly warned the fox-colored-haired woman in front of him.

“Yeah yeah, don't have to tell me twice I just am serving the Tsaritsa, and whatever I'm told I do,” She said quickly dismissing Pantalone's words.

“Don't catch a tone with me, Fatui operative Nyla— remember your place to me” Pantalone raised his voice, Nyla didn't seem to react only looking bored back at him.

“If this seems to arise in a problem I won't hesitate to send you to Il Dottore's Squad” He smirked back at her.

“Maybe it would be better— I'd rather be lobotomized than see you making out with that Old pig” She narrowed her eyes underneath her mask, "She's old enough to be your older sister I bet she was alive to see the Archon war" she added looking over at you.

“Hey, isn't she the one that was with our comrade in Liyue?” 

Pantalone huffed in disbelief.

“Oh of course you had to bring him up—” Pantalone's face began to flush with anger.

He checked once more to see if you were still asleep, thankfully you were looking a bit out of place with his big hands wrapped around your ears.

“Well? You at least can answer that, I'm genuinely curious I used to see you and him in the palace all the time followingyou around like a puppy” She laughed under her breath.

“he's… out of service” Pantalone once more glanced down at you.

“Why do you want to know? So you can shoot your shot with him” Pantalone teased.

“hmm, very funny but I don't think I want to see another man with your hair and face ever again” 

Nyla was about to say more before the carriage came to a halt, he hadn't realized he'd been arguing with his worst enemy in the back of the carriage the whole time.

“Case and point” Pantalone cleared his throat.

“You need to behave tonight; this is an important ceremony between The Tsaritsa, (Name), and I” Pantalone reiterated watching her with sharp eyes.

“Hmm? Who's (name)” She asked.

“Long story, but she's pretending to be Lián for now—” Pantalone crossed his legs,

“Fedor has assumed she must use it in the harbor to separate her identity as the Tianquan's eyes and ears of the harbor just as we do” Pantalone waved away.

“Pantalone?” You asked carefully rubbing your eye to not rub your delicate eye makeup you did yourself in the morning.

“Yes, my lotus” He looked down at you reminding himself about what mattered today.

“Did I fall asleep? I'm sorry” you apologised trying to sit up in the carriage bench seat before Pantalone moved his hands from your ears, “and why were your hands on my ears” you blushed smoothing your dress down.

“Ah– we were just discussing secret information” Pantalone glared back at Nyla sitting across from you, “but I think we've exchanged everything we need to hear” Pantalone smiled before kissing the top of your head.

Nyla only sat silently watching judging you from where she was.

“I suggest you look alive since my coworkers may be out and about—” Pantalone gestured for you to sit up.

Soothing your dress you looked once more out of the window, 

Tall ridges, not as steep as the mountains that would decorate the Liyue ecosystem but certainly as wide as them all you saw around the tall cathedral-like castle walls the carriage was currently stopped in front of, a coastline in the distance beyond the flat plateau was what you could see.

You wondered where it went to.

Nyla wordlessly let herself out, opening the carriage door and prompting Pantalone and you to exit.

“Why is she so standoffish” you whispered to Pantalone glancing back at the agent disappearing off towards the front of the carriage.

“Bad blood simply put, Unfortunately, she's going to be assigned you for the rest of the stay here until I can get to transfer her away” Pantalone whispered back to you.

Your face immediately fell the blood draining the color from you.

“Thankfully you should have free range of the whole palace, you'll only need her when you go off into town or when I'll be busy some nights” He reassured you.

You once more glanced out the carriage to see her standing close to the door holding it open for you both, she was facing neither of you but facing out towards the towering palace.

“Come on, We need to be punctual” He grabbed your hand with such tenderness it radiated through your gloves.

“The Tsaritsa waits for no one”

-

Now, you knew you were going to stick out like a sore thumb regardless, of your complexion, hair color, and even something you'd never thought about like your accent was different from the exotic bunch of harbingers and settled Snezhnayan folk.

But everyone stopped to spectate you and Pantalone's arrival.

At least in that situation, you could keep walking beside Pantalone practically hidden underneath his enormous coat, 

But now that you were in the tall banquet room it felt like everyone was watching you.

The different fatui grunts lining the tall ice pillars, the serving staff, and finally.

Him.

His mouth only was in a manic grin in front of you, his eyes obscured by a bird-like beak mask reminiscent of a plague mask. His liquid test tube swirled on his ear behind his cyan-colored hair.

Pantalone had been summoned to tend to something conveniently leaving you alone at the private dinner table with… that thing staring at you, The Tsaritsa had still been tending to something with her own personal guards taking a bit longer than normal.

So just left you, your snobby-faced guard sitting next to you with a stare that could kill, a bunch of fatui standing around the ice pillar.

And of course him.

Awkwardly clearing your throat you looked back at the strange thing in front of you, honestly, you couldn't even tell if he was a real person, his unique style looking extremely far out for even the most edgy person.

“Erm– so your name is…” you were asking to be polite but you genuinely don't recall if anyone even called him a name when you first wandered into the tall crystal and marble floors of the Zalphonary palace they called it.

“I go by many names, but I was given the title Il Dottore for my specialty” He crossed his hands to let the fingers touch.

“Oh, your special—”

“I'm going to politely ask you not to indulge him in that subject Lián” the unfriendly guard you'd been assigned quickly intervened.

“Hmm? Why Nyla I didn't recognize you without chatting up a storm, did Pantalone whip the loose lips out of you already?” Il dottore glanced briefly over to where your guard was sitting.

“I'm on duty to be Lián's guard, Pantalone warned me to be on my best behavior” She answered sternly.

“how about that, Who knew there was someone even crueler than me out there to assign you to guard this intoxicating woman” he looked back over you with hungry eyes under his mask.

You only shifted uncomfortably in the plush wooden seat you'd been provided.

“Pardon but why did you stay behind? It seems rude they just left without asking you to join them” you asked trying tocontrol your voice from wavering as he focused his gaze on you. 

“what you don't like my company? I can be very entertaining when I'm allowed to be” he once again gestured to your guard sitting with her arms crossed over her petticoat.

“I sure don't” she piped up from beside you.

For a little while they both bickered as you watched on in mild amusement.

Until you hear a heavy door swing open coming from the left.

You instinctively looked to the source of the sound; the side where the tall hand-carved bejeweled Snezhnayan throne was standing tucked behind was a door opposite from where you had arrived and been ushered through.

“Turn around and face the wall” Your guard bumped your leg.

“You aren't supposed to watch her enter the room” 

Without a word you swiveled your head to face the pillars in front of you, ignoring the sharp smile coming from Il Dottore watching you with interest.

A few more resounding footsteps were heard approaching the throne.

A hand was felt on the back of your neck.

“Pardon me, sorry I just arrived,” Pantalone said placing a small peck on your cheek before sitting down.

He wasn't dressed in his large white smock-like jacket he had when entering only wearing something akin to a dark amethyst-colored turtleneck with dark ebony accents near his neck, reminding you of an eye-like pattern.

Sitting to your right he gently plopped himself in the chair before looking in the direction you were also looking at.

He was going to open his mouth only to let his lips fall as he heard the Tsaritsa finally sit down on her throne.

You only stared straight at the wall watching your strange acquaintance for your cue to move or talk.

“Did you need something? Il Dottore” 

This time it was the voice from beyond the throne.

You wanted to look, just to confirm the familiarity with the voice that had been haunting you since your fall.

But what your mind wanted your body ignored only sitting patiently in the chair.

“Oh, am I not invited to this meeting? That's very unfortunate” Il Dottore once again looked over to you and Pantalone.

“Save it for the actual ceremony, right now this is only a confirmation between the two parties” her voice's reverb sounded throughout the echoing room.

He grumbled, but he got up from where he was sitting humming a strange tune, a bird-like mantle on his coat now visible that you hadn't initially seen before he left.

“See you later my partner in arms” Pantalone waved at Il Dottore with a carefree smile from his side of the table.

He didn't say anything only the steps of his shoes were heard disappearing towards the big wood gate-like door where the three fatui mages were standing.

You felt like you could breathe, exhaling as you looked back at your empty plate and bowl.

“If I may Your Majesty but I hope it pleases you the gift I brought you for our dinner this evening” Pantalone's haughty voice broke through the silence, his fingers crossing under and over each other as he rested them against the table.

“I am, but as I said before I do not desire the rich; even a lone apple would suffice for me” her familiar voice once more said.

“But again I thank you from the bottom of my heart,” she said in a demure tone.

As soon as she finished her sentence a slew of different uniformed chefs similar to when Pantalone had his own in his estate arrived with a huge pot and a few different loaves of pillowy sourdough bread that you'd never seen before alongwith bowls and plates filled with an intoxicating smell, different from the cuisine in Liyue.

A soup with thick brown gravy was served in front of you with a few warm rolls placed in front of you. You and Pantalone were served a warm fish reminiscent of a mackerel around a bed of vegetables and a different type of vegetable you think a squash was decorating the plates you had been served.

“Will that be all Your Majesty?” The chefs said in unison.

“Yes that will do,” she said from the other side of the table.

You decide now to sneak a glance.

Your guard was occupied eating the thick gravy beside you none the privy to your sneaking look you were making to your left.

But when you realized who she was.

The same navy blue and tinsel silver design on her veil, her tall ice crystal crown covering her snowy lashes, she was focused on her own meal in front of her blowing elegantly with her long golden talon fingertip cages on her fingers.

The one from your dream.

“You remember me yes?”

“(name)”

She was looking straight at you, her glacier-like eyes looking straight at you through the veil.

And she somehow knew your actual name.

You only politely smiled.

“You might have me confused with someone else I believe this is the first time I'm meeting you” You smiled hoping no one else had heard what just slipped out of her mouth.

“Oh? Do you not go by (name) anymore” she asked.

You glanced back at Pantalone, thankfully only idly grabbing the wooden handle of his ladle and serving himself some more of the hearty soup.

“My name is Lián Your Highness” you corrected looking into her eyes, pleading, for her to realize what you were truly saying.

“Well I guess I will refer to you as Lián as you wish,” she said, taking a bite of her fish and bread in front of her.

You took the opportunity to begin to eat your meal, unsure where to start you were going to reach for your small roll of flaky bread before Pantalone interrupted you cutting your fish for you with a lone knife, His movements were as quick as the rest of the fish was cut up you were stunned when you saw him grab the lone fork besides you carefully stabbing into the meaty fish before holding it in front of your mouth.

A bit embarrassed you opened your mouth letting him gently place the piece of fish in your mouth before you chewed savoring the flaky baked fish, a meal you thought you'd enjoy that wasn't the usual liyue cuisine.

You could see him already preparing to go in for another scoop of food, only for you to raise your hand in a stop motion.

“Please it's okay Pantalone– you should eat” you murmured trying to grab the fork from his hand only for him to skillfully move it away from you, frustrated at his game you only relented letting him feed you the next bite of fish in your mouth.

“I'd rather make sure my lotus gets fed first before I dare begin my meal” He charmed you once again.

You wanted to say something back only for the glare to return on you, even with her animalesque mask on her face couldn't hide how she felt.

“Seeing you two together really does warm my heart” the tsaritsa declared from the same direction as the boring stare into the side of your face.

“I can see now why you were so insistent on me requesting to meet your potential fiancee” You felt your lips twitch in a smile, you seriously didn't believe he was actually going to go through with it you thought to yourself as you felt another bite of fish dangle in front of your lip.

“Somewhat Yes, I also had to take the opportunity before someone else tried to take my mountain lotus from me” Helooked back to you next to him at the table.

“I know she isn't from Snezhnaya or affiliated with our organization but I still would very much like to carry on with our union” He paused feeding you grabbing a crisp blue napkin to dab the corners of your mouth blissfully within his dark violet glove.

“I just ask you to take into consideration the accomplishments I've made all these years as a harbinger before you give us both an answer,” He said.

She took a moment to respond, looking you up and down once more as if she was considering something.

Maybe, she'll be the one to save you silently wishing to yourself.

“Oh no she's not of Snezhnayan descent send her back to Liyue” and you could return to Yelan and the familiar harbor in one piece and prove you didn't get murdered and somehow escaped out of this chilling nightmare you were in.

“I see no reason to oppose the marriage” the tsaritsa started, “But I will have to ask Lián something” her taloned finger raised at you.

Feeling your breath hitch in your chest as you felt singled out in the room eyes wide and sweat threatening to seep from your forehead.

“Would you be okay with leaving your past behind” She took a dainty sip of her soup before setting the spoon down.

“You hail from Liyue yes? Such a far way to be separated from everything you knew and are familiar with to be with your spouse to be” the concern in her voice evident to you.

You wanted to tell her, the actual truth, her warm expression conflicting with the ice-encased look she had was what made you want to coax out how you felt.

But Pantalone and his silver tongue were faster.

“Ah I let her decide when I first brooch the subject to her back in her home country” Pantalone quickly answered, “Lián thought it would be better this way instead of being alone in Liyue harbor the rest of her life” he looked back to you.

“Isn't that right Lián”

You nodded your head slowly closing your mouth.

The rest of dinner was filled with brief conversations and occasional silence, but the Tsaritsa never took her eyes off of you.

You and Pantalone parted ways afterward letting you be in the care of your stoic mellow new guard.

She didn't bother taking you around the whole palace despite the many hallways and floors only taking you to the Harbinger's wing.

Specifically where Pantalone resided.

Of course, it was as extravagant as you could imagine for the richest harbinger, namely the large balcony overlooking the sea with columns and a warm tub outside decorated with blue and white flora around like a privacy hedge.

His bed was almost as giant and spacious as the one in Liyue.

And to greet you above the fireplace and mantle of the amethyst and dark blue room was his portrait hanging above withall its glory with golden leaf around said portrait.

You felt hesitant to walk the rest of the way inside only standing at the entrance silently absorbing the new environment.

“Well, are you coming along Lián? Or do I have to walk you inside too” your guard said with crossed arms.

“S—sorry I was just looking” You awkwardly cleared your throat before walking inside letting the heavy wooden doors close with a delayed thud.

“As you know, you are free to roam the palace as long as you avoid areas that aren't guarded,” She told you, “if you need to go somewhere outside of Snezhnaya that isn't here in the majesties domain then find me” She pointed to herself.

“If you are found wandering around somewhere without me that'll be my ass so please don't hesitate to find me” 

You simply nodded in understanding before looking for somewhere to sit in the warm room watching her eagerly escape the room you just entered leaving with brisk steps.

Once again alone in a new environment.

Sitting on top of an ottoman you let your thoughts wander to earlier in the day.

It seemed as though this wedding or "union” was going to be soon.

Unfortunately for you, he had no hesitations about it; he did mean he was ready to be married to you for an unspecified amount of time.

You were pulled out of your thoughts unexpectedly by your stomach, lurching as it had on the ship and the estate these past few months.

The flutter rose within your stomach once more, like a small hiccup in your abdomen.

You glanced down at the shelf your stomach had now formed; maybe it was because of the realization you had talked to the Tsaritsa in your dream, but the small bubble of flab forming in your lower pelvis was a bit low compared to where your fat would normally hang from.

Everywhere else on your arms and legs and chin area had also not accumulated any fat either

You stared in curiosity at the little bump on your stomach underneath your dress.

Placing your hand over your stomach you surely thought nothing would happen.

But alas were you wrong when you felt.. A spasm.

You pulled away; watching your stomach for another sign of movement, anything, under your dress.

…

Once more you let your fingertip hover over the area on your stomach. This time the flutter became more overwhelming.

And you swore you felt a kick.

“My archons” you sputtered in the quiet room.

It felt like an actual footprint, just as you’d hear the women you grew up with talk about.

Silence.

It had to be his.

It couldn't be anyone else’s 

You got up immediately going past the bedroom towards the large stained glass door where you saw a bathroom.

Undressing yourself for the first time in a while was awkward but you shimmied into only your bra and underwear you had on, leaving the many pieces you'd been dressed in on the cool surface of the bathroom floor as you stood in front of the long vanity mirror next to the grandiose tub. It certainly looked like a dome shape was forming around your mostly round stomach. You hyperventilated, storming out of the room without a care in the world if someone were to walk in on you. 

Looking around near the roaring fireplace you saw parchment and fountain pens.

Ah, yes! 

You went over to the desk after taking your veil off and dragging it around your chair before you went to business.

To Lady Ningguang

Please send this letter to the orchid of Liyue as soon as possible, I am fortunately physically fine but don't know where In Snezhnaya I am nor what the plans are for me here.

I possibly might be ill or worse something terrible that needs attention once you receive this letter.

Signed (Name)

Retreating back you slumped back in the chair.

Combing your strands of hair through your shaking fingertips you tried to calm your ragged and hushed breaths, inhalingand exhaling was when you tried to think about the situation with clarity closing your eyes.

Maybe you weren't pregnant, after all, you did get tested in Liyue right? 

Surely they would have found something especially this late into the pregnancy.

You opened your eyes to see the intricate golden painted mural above the chandelier and the intricate architecture in the ceiling design. Tomorrow besides mailing your letter for help you’d put this unease to rest, take the pregnancy test, and find out if it’s just your mind playing tricks on you

You got up from your chair before looking once more down at your alien stomach.

One problem at a time… you reminded yourself silently.

Note: awah I know AO3 is slightly ahead with updates but it’s because I haven’t had time to update this blog until now 😭 I swear everything should be caught up by January again so yay!

[im-yn-suckers]

could you pls do nikixfem reader with 32a bra size? sfw, ofc!! likes shes insecure, but niki absolutely loves them!!!

wait, this is actually like nawww not my exact size dude too

warnings-bras, kissing, BOOBS, (im straight iswear) hugs, not fully nude but nude? ig, lmk what else

you were walking around the mall with your boyfriend. walking past victorias secret you, stopped. "wait! i need a new bra" tired of your cappuccino-colored bra with frayed edges, you were going to treat yourself with a new one you saw online, a super cute beige-cream colored one with strawberries printed on it.(i actually wish they had one like this ive never seen one)

you walked to the aisle with the strawberry bras and frantically checked for your size, "babe, its kind just a bra" "no, its not 'kind of just a bra' its super cute and have you seen the brown one, big no-no''

you were unpleasantly surprised to find that that there were non of the bras in your size. oh well, time to go home, with the same old cappuccino colored bra with the frayed edges.

you were changing into pajamas (nikis t shirt and sweats) in his room. now, the two of you were comfortable with anything, and literally anything.you twi moved in together and tonight, you were going to have a pj party!

looking at yourself in the mirror, you saw a body. with a pair of oversized, grey sweatpants, a cappuccino colored bra with frayed edges, and a long face.

cupping your breasts, you look down at them. 'why arent i at least a b cup? thats so pathetic.' you thought to yourself as you kept staring down at your chest. suddenly, you felt hair on your neck, skin against your back and cold metal near your bellybutton.

his silver rings sending shivers down your spine, meet your warm skin. 'whats the matter baby, why the long face?'

'nothing, just looking at how the pants fit'

'in just a bra, with your hands on your boobs? i dont think so. are you alright, youve been like this since we left victorias secret'

'im sure, just disappointed.' at this point you were turned around, with your arms around his bare neck

'm'kay, just checking' he pecked your lips holding your waist.

'come on, lets go to the living room.' he seemed rather eager to get to the living room

'i dont have a shirt on'

'and? its our house, no guests tonight. alright, tell you what, we can wear matching sweat and neither of us will wear a shirt'

'alright' you laughed and headed to the living room, without a shirt

a movie , two spilled drinks, one dropped cupcake and approximately 35 kisses later, he pulls out a small box from the corner closest to him.

'hey, i got you something' you open the gift with a smile on your face.

you smile and feel tears gather in your eyes. before you pull out the gift, he pulls you into a hug. you break the hug and laugh. 'where'd you find these'

'bought it online, i knew you'd like it.' 'thank you' 'now, you wont have to wear this one, i know you hate it. thats not why you were looking to the mirror though'

you avoided eye contact very awkwardly. no words were exchanged, only hugs. no words were needed

many movies later, there were two sleeping potatoes on the couch and netflix asking if you were still watching. no you werent, how were the potatoes sleeping, ask you may, definitely not with niki sleeping on your boobs. nope, not it.

no bc why is it actually o hard to find bras in my size

[markrosewater]

Seeing rejected card designs in the Bloomburrow design handoff, and particularly how "animal" ended up being too cumbersome for black-border rules, makes me think that physical cards with rejected mechanics and card designs could be neat. Perhaps in the form of playtest cards or silver-bordered cards in Collector Boosters.

I can’t talk about playtest cards as I’ve done little design of those, but I can talk about acorn/silver-border. Silver-bordered cards share the same design goals as black-bordered cards. We’re designing game pieces that should be fun to repeatably play.

If the reason black border didn’t print the card is one of rules issues or organized play issues, silver border has the freedom to do those. If the reason was the mechanic didn’t play well (for any number of issues from logistics to memory to confusion to whatever), it isn’t a good candidate for a silver border design.

Let’s take animal-batching as an example. We didn’t do it because we felt it would cause too much confusion and required a lot of upkeep. Silver border doesn’t solve either of those issues.

EDIT: If silver border wanted to do “all animals get +1/+1”, I’d probably reference the art. (An animal is a non-Human creature that has existed on Earth.) It doesn’t erase all the confusion, but makes it a simpler argument - has that pictured animal ever existed on Earth vs. is a Beast an animal? It also solves things like “serpent” as pointed out in the notes.

[rontra]

this year is the Vale Demolition Squad!! gratulerer med dagen!

it snuck up on me this year! ... i draw a goofy My Blorbos bunad image every year for may 17th. i think it's fun to have a Specific Thing i draw annually, since it's fun to compare them over time. so kind of to that end i wanted to draw two i've actually done before ... salem was in 2020 and summer was in 2023

as usual, outfit notes 👇

well, last year i attended a confirmation where i saw a lot of "non-standard" personal flair, and ever since then i've been kind of itching to incorporate elements like that. so drawing the same two base fits that i've drawn before but messing around with them a little was very fun

largely speaking the notes are the same as on their individual previous posts (ørskog / winter hardanger) including stuff like summer wearing a different belt than standard, and salem's 9 million MARRIED WOMAN tokens

now, the patch notes:

salem lost the chest piece that's supposed to go inside the jacket (bringeduk) for no reason other than "now the color blocks are reminiscent of the necklines and boob windows i otherwise draw her in" . for a second i contemplated dropping the shirt entirely but then i was like there are LIMITS.... so i settled for the mere illusion....

huge loss to hardanger's general identity so it looks much less decorated/finished at all (lol)

also there's no longer anywhere for the medallion (agnus dei) to hook on to, so she's holding it in her hand. she's discarding her Married Woman Things i hope summer is paying attention 😳

also i let her keep her spike earrings instead of swapping to style-matched ones. because i think its coooool

one of her silver belt things (beltestøl) is actually from summer's set. as mentioned in previous posts these belt studs are often received 2 at a time as gifts by married women. they traded one for gay loyalty reasons (summer's isnt visible but it's on her belt for sure)

speaking of summer i don't think swaggy fingerless gloves are usually standard style but i thought it would look cool

rose print floral shirt. this was a big thing i saw--people wearing cool patterned shirts in fun colors (with bunads that traditionally have plain shirts). i really loved this so i wanted to draw it

she lost the silver in her collar and her cape

I ACTUALLY DREW HER EMBROIDERY THIS TIME AAAUGH

[yuusishi]

Hello, can i ask for Idia or Ace (I can't choose between the two the one I want, so you can choose it), Lilia and Ruggie (my man need more love) hc with a reader that adopt legally Grim ? Like, now Grim have the last name of reader, and he call reader his dad/parent, and they have to be approved by Grim to date the reader ?

(separate please)

Have a good day/night (sorry for my bad english)

-Anon

. . . INTRO TO NON-HUMAN PARENTHOOD

pairings : Ace Trappola , Lilia Vanrouge , Ruggie Bucchi x gn!reader

genre : fluff , written with graduated!reader + characters in mind , established relationship

cws/tws : very tiny book 7 spoilers…like rlly small

a/n : it feels so weird not having any work done since my teachers assigned all our work before christmas break so we’d be able to rest

ACE TRAPPOLA !!

If he has to be honest, he doesn't know how to feel, not in a bad way tho!! He's so used to teasing Grim as a part of the first years friend group, but now that he's legally your child (and by extension his son), it just feels weird sometimes.

But in the end their relationship doesn't change one bit, this also means there's endless bickering whenever Ace comes by your place.

The one thing he can't get used to is though is Grim referring to you as his parent. I mean, c'mon, if you've been hearing "henchmen", "my human" for years it's bound to be quite the change.

During the legal adoption process, he's the type to be beside you searching on his cheap little laptop the meaning of so many words on the documents you're meant to sign (this is his way of helping you).

It doesn't sink in for a while that the three of you are technically a family, you occasionally joke about getting married in the (probably near) future and making Grim be the ringbearer or flowerboy.

One night when Ace crashed at your place, you came home to see him and Grim passed out on the couch next to each other, even seeing two slices of pizza purposefully left for you and hints of the tomato sauce stuck on the edges of the two's lips. You smile, nothing truly changes with these two.

Lilia Vanrouge !!

He's SO excited.

Silver's getting a new stepbrother once the legal process is done.

He's slightly disappointed though that, since Grim is already grown at this point, he won't be able to raise him like he did with Malleus and Silver but he'll still consider him a son either way.

I don't think unwanted fatherhood included brushing up on law and the adoption process so your guess on what terms on the documents mean is as good as his.

But we have the internet! Like Ace he's searching the meanings and making sure you understand the depth of every word printed onto the documents. Although he's hasn't formally adopted a child, he at least knows the legal repercussions that could happen should anything happen to Grim.

Overall, he's happy to have a new addition to his family :) First it was Malleus, then Silver came by, then Sebek, then now you and Grim.

When he first heard Grim refer to you as his parent, he can’t help imagining if Grim would call him “dad” or “father” like Silver does [cue heart attack].

He thinks about his general days occasionally, especially when he gazes on as you and Grim play around the field near the house he found after leaving NRC. He did not enjoy the war, not in the slightest, but maybe fighting in it was worth it if this was the type of future he's able to enjoy.

Ruggie Bucchi !!

He was really surprised, as in super surprised.

The entire concept of parenthood didn’t interest Ruggie in the slightest since it just meant more money to spend, even if it meant you had a little bundle of joy, but when you said that you were legally adopting Grim…

He looked at you like you set off a bomb in front of him 😭.

But after calming down a bit, he realized that Grim wouldn’t be even more of a handful than he already is since it’s not like he’s a baby that needs 24/7 caring.

Ruggie’s worked a ton of part time jobs just to earn some extra cash while on Sage’s Island, so he’s definitely dabbled in the law in one way or another.

He’s also just generally smart so he was your go-to man in asking the meaning of some legal jargon and he was happy to help you free of charge.

Hearing Grim call you his parent for the first time and even refer to you as that when you’re all at home surprised him a lot.

You’re telling him the little brat that always called you “human” and “henchman” in NRC calls you his parent now?? He can’t believe it.

After finally being able to adopt Grim, he didn’t feel the need to act “fatherly” since he’s known you both for years ever since NRC. Sure, he might be more open to going on midnight snack runs, but that’s it!

When reality sets down on him that he actually has his own ‘family’ now, it was a strange feeling. A sort of bittersweet happiness. It was a dream to him that he wishes would never go away, and you were there to remind him that this was his reality.

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Hand on heart (Jake Seresin x Singlemom!Reader ) chapter 8

Summary: Benny meets with Admiral Simpson while Jake and Peach can't stop flirting only for Jake past behaviour to scare her off, jake comes home only to find a new obstacle in his way

Warning : toxic parents , Jake being clueless , insecurities and jealousy , fluffy moment , some angst . slowish burn

previous part

Maybe it was just her body and mind losing it , or the time of life that just… yearning for something . All the excuses , rationalisations that ran through her head than the one fact she was trying to hide . Then looking into her living room , two large tall men entrusted in serving their country are currently sitting with her toddler. She was almost lost between the two men until she would plotter around hand each man a tea cup then take her seat as they enjoyed make believe tea and bluey on the tv . both enthusiastic , complimenting the non existent liquid making the toddler giggle and laugh excitedly . her ovaries ready to explode at such a sweet scene before her snapping sneaky picture especially when belle decided that accessories would be a much better tea experience . her little hand holding out various tiara to her brother and friend both hesitantly placing the plastic on their head.

“ pretty princesses “ y/n fought hard to keep her from breaking out for laughter.

“ I think mommy needs a crow too belle” Benny smirked.

“ Mommy rocks the crown's dearest brother “ she winked, placing the pink tiara on her head only here a knock on her door . the rest of the dagger squad standing there cupcakes in rooster hands. “ We might have to give some of y'all hats” she mused, leaving them confused til they caught sight of the two men , little teacups in hand and silver painted plastic on their heads .

“ good thing i brought cupcakes to this party “ rooster beamed heading into the living room holding the box up in a celebration .

The rest of the day was filled with laughter and joy, something desperately needed til the toddler was falling sleep where she sat, signaling for bedtime, only for her to come back after settling Belle into bed and getting to her sleep but it was a surprise to see hats and crowns still atop of their heads talking about base , training and all it entailed , sharing old stories of the academy . it was hard to take them seriously sometimes. Fanboy had belle's bunny hat barely on his head ,javy had a normal pink beanie with slight relief on his face when belle handed it to him , bob and rooster had neon purple and pink crowns on their heads . Phoenix had a fluffy crown on her head with payback had a pink bear beanie on his head with a printed tiara . a funny sight to see with such a normal conversation with silliness mixed in. yet her eyes forced to look anywhere but the blonde , things in her home being more interesting or the fact every time she did find herself looking at him she almost lost in the sheer presence before snapping out of it.

Jake didn’t think of anything, not the fact that he and his friends looked ridiculous in fact he took it in stride , how his heart warmed up at the toddler giggles and laughter, how he knew once he would go home it wouldn't have that warmth , it wouldn't have them there . He was so focused on how the two that came into his life and made him wish for things he never knew he wanted like them . The way she didn't have that sad , stressed emotions that took hold of her . how she was in a carefree mood . The weight of the world and a past she couldn’t control shifted even if it was just that moment but he loved her , loved her laughter was his favourite sound , the big wide smile was his favourite sight . Anyway, to help her made him the first offer , first to do something simple just to help her that made both Benny and Nat shake their heads with a smile, the obvious signs right in front of both and yet the obvious of the two. how once one looked away the other looked. silent glances , playful touches all signs of returned affection and yet fly over their head, not registering in their heads . even how he lingered longer till he left. back home to his home that now didn’t feel much like home , now he was wondering did it ever feel as such.

Benny knew he needed this , this reassurance one that would tell if it was going to be a good or bad thing . getting the acceptance to transfer to San diego. Main thing was that he wouldn't be locked up , his little sister wasn't going to be hurt. It was no secret due to their parents' lack of care , and lack of parental presence that he and Kai took over that , even with the love and care of their grandparents. They were protective over their baby sister . when they found out she ended up in the mess she ended up with belles dad not her smartest moment but they understood why she did it . But nonetheless they were at her side , sending money home , being there for appointments when they could and when it came to the big thing both pitched in with their grandmother to make sure that Y/n wasn't stressed that time she was still with the stupid man. When she moved back home , when Belle was born they would find a way to be there to help as much as they could for their baby sister. she in turn would do whatever she could to look out for them too . She was dealing with a mess she didn't ask for , another way for their mother to still somehow cause chaos despite not being around in more than a decade . Now here he was making sure that everything could be ok , to get answers they knew they wouldn't get from the incubator of a woman because that's all she was , she was never a mother , never comforting or warm just in her own world . so now here benny was trying to do what the adult in life failed to do so .

“hey , i hope you weren’t waiting long “ he turning to see beau simpson standing almost nervously looking around .

“ nah i just got here please take a seat” benny stood waiting til they both set the waiter cane leaving menus for two men before leaving once more .

“ Hear you are being stationed here , I'm sure you and your wife are excited about it all “ beau eyes barely coming to his .

“ yeah she very happy , she got a teaching job to i meet with realtor tomorrow check out few places while y/n in work and belle in daycare “ he watched the admirals reaction , watched her face fall almost saddened at their name almost guilt ridden . “ have you told your wife about all this”.

“ i have she not happy , thinks i'm an asshole and coward just like everyone else” A dry laugh coming from his mouth as the waiter came back both men ordering lunch filling in small talk while they waited till the food was on the table.

“ why didn’t you do all this back then” Benny finally asked .

“ because i was heart broken and first you mom denied she was mine i was young which was my excuse back then but honestly i was afraid to believe it all , yet part of me stayed in background like subconsciously i knew so i watched her growing up til i was deployed and transferred different post then i was thinking of my career , rising ranks and knowing it was not good to bring a child into the mix that i wouldn't be there for her like i wanted” he sighed knowing it was so stupid now . “ I loved your mom. I wanted to make her mine , marry her take her from all that crap you know when i asked her if there was a chance she told me no , she told me to keep us where it belonged as a memory” he winced .

“ she's incapable of loving anyone , but you still should of stepped up i mean yeah deployments and stuff not easy but y/n had a right to know instead of seeing you as some uncle that left her like all the adults did in our lives , look my mom she good at bending people to her , i don't dispute that you thought you were in love with her but your weren’t kids , you know that you should of been a man , been an adult in this situation” benny kept his voice steady and his fist clenched . tired of the excuse these people used and yet in the same part he understood .

“ i know ok i know i screwed up , you don't think i don’t , it kills me that i failed not only y/n but everyone , i wanna make it right i know i can make it right” beau looked broken , the weight of his own stupidity and guilt evident in the man's voice and he could see that love he woman that used him for her own entertainment .

“ she'll come around , i mean do the dna test confirmed but give her space as strong of a front that girl will give she will rationalise and analyse everything til she will be pissed i mean i ain't too happy with you either but i aint about me, but man to man i will drop you where you stand if you hurt her again” a pure promise in his tone superior or not that was his little sister and nothing was more important than his family not to Benny anyways .

“ I will set it up, I can get it done as soon as she is ready” beau nodded, unable to say more but the fact that a chance couldn't happen well made him warm up inside even if that chance was microscopic it was a chance .

Trying to pretend everything was normal seemed more of a battle than it first appeared . seeing the man that was her father and a confirmation of paper that mav went with her. Then there was the fact of the blonde fellow texan that was making her stomach flutter every time she was in his vicinity. that feeling she failed to see being returned , the way the touches lingered longer , the tone of their conversation , stolen glances when the other was unaware . oblivious to the two and obvious to everyone around . The way this man was able to keep her spirits high , to be there in a time she couldn't have foreseen , even after coming back from the hospital to get her swab done Jake had a coffee and a box of baked goods and a baby chino for Belle . The fact she noticed the car seat in the back of his truck and tilt head , Jake just told her that he got it from a friend so they could carpool like it was the most minor thing. The only thing that held her back was the fact of fear , the fact of Jake's way of life kept rearing its head . When they went to the hard deck she could feel her jealousy rising with every woman that shamelessly flirted or held his attention. She would bite her tongue, remind herself to keep her facial response undercover especially with the smirk on Nat's face then she would find a way to go home .

It wasn’t only the hard deck but unlike the hard deck it wasn't so easy to quell her emotions. at first it was the usual she would play a game or two of dog fight football . then it was to the beach building castles with belle making shapes in the sand til the guys practically took the toddler to splash in the shallow end of the water . watching in admiration snapping pictures til a group of women walked up to the guys that didn't matter , what matter was the women that flirted with jake with belle in his arm , touch him and touching her little girl. it was there and then she felt her stomach twist and sick feeling of her daughter being used in an instrument of their flirtations . not a second though she stormed toward the group before shooting the men holding her arms out only for belle to dive to her.

“ is this your sister” one of the girls giggle .

“ now im her mom , guys if your gonna flirt with bimbo dont use my daughter to do so” she glared before heading up the beach while nat copied.

“ idiots , especially you “ was all she said looking directly at Jake .

“ They wanted to see the baby is all … right” bob asked confused .

“ they wanted to make one” nat rolled her eyes.

“ I wasn't .. i didn’t do anything i wasn't flirting” jake began only to realise what a big mistake he'd made , all the progress to show her he wasn't about that life anymore only to do it in a way that involved her daughter. Each male of the dagger squad stood head bowed down in guilt.

“idiots”nat huffed walking off .

She stood in the carpark feeling stupid , the way she thought , believed it was different ,that it could be different.

“ hey you ok ?” She turned to see jake panting looking at her and belle .

“ I forgot you brought me here” she couldn't look , she felt like a teenager in a sense . shuffling belle on her hip and bags in her hands.

“ You wanna go home? “ stupid answer , knowing she did and the nod of her head to confirm it.

She barely spoke about him and then when he dropped them off she told him thanks and goodbye and went into the house . He for once felt the weight of his past coming hard and fast. He usually never cared for it, even wore it like a badge of honor . Now it stood in the way , it was stopping him from what he really wanted. heading to the door needing to make it right . knocking he stood firm watching the door open and her facing him .

“ Did I forget something?” her head tilted.

“ I'm not that guy anymore , what you saw wasn't that guy , just listen to me please , hear me out” he almost begged standing at her door . He could visibly see her deciding before she stood leaving the door open for him to enter.

“ We can talk when Belle goes down for her nap” was all she said as she got the bottle of milk. nudging him to take a seat while she headed down to the hall . He sat looking around the sense of home once more washing over him like it alway did once he was in this house . Then he heard the door closing gently , her softer footsteps down before she was standing shifting from foot to foot.

“ You wanted to talk?” she finally spoke .

“ I wasn't doing that i would never use belle like that , I would never use belle in away shape or form and i'm so sorry to you to come across away, i stupidly didn’t see it because all i can see now is you and that little girl , i know i said when we first met and the moment those words came out if my mouth well i no longer believed em , all i can think about since that day was you and belle and how my life would be so much better to do what i should of … i need you to know the man i was is no longer that man anymore , jesus christ this has never been so hard “ he sighed looking down at his hands .

“ what you mean “ feeling a need to comfort the man even though another part of her wanted to shield herself. “ look i don't care if you flirt , sleep around that aint my business but when my daughter is in your arms and strange women are touching her to get to you , that when it a problem so in future least call me or wait til i have her out of that situation, i don't know what y'all were even thinking “ .

“ I didn't notice them flirting , can't you hear me ?” his voice cracked slightly. “ I don't see them , I used shit i used to be able to spot it. Hell, I was better at that then breathing itself and then you come into my life and it like I can't see anything but you “ he stood .

“ Jake … what?” her mouth falling over and trying to digest the words he's speaking. the realisation of everything washing over her and filling her senses . but it wasn't that easy , it wasn't just to throw herself into his arms no she had to think about it all , there was everything else after the fact . there was work and more importantly enough belle . if she and jake did give in and it ended badly she would have to work around the man daily , her new friends and then belle would lose out on someone she'd grown towards .

“ y/n ?”

“ i need to think this over , before anything I need time to think” was all she could say . it's not like he didn't understand that .

“ take all time you need” he smiled sadly . “ i better go” .

“ i just need to think ok” she smiled weakly .

“ whatever you decide i will be right here no matter what “ he hugged her before heading out the door , to his truck and home but this wasn't home and he hated that .

two days since that day , that day she told him she needed to think it over , it wasn't like thing changed between them but it still didn't feel the same . during work the banter effortlessly flowed and it still feel strained. coming back to his apartment ready to have a hot shower let the day melt away picking up his mail freezing in his spot . He'd seen enough of them to know what it was . the only reason he was opening it was to see the duration , that part was when he saw that it was for three months that when he felt the reality in it all. the knock on his door made him snap back to earth opening it to see y/n standing her eyes looking at him , then the piece of paper in his hand .

“ how long?”

“ three months … what going on ? , is belle ok , you ok ?” .

“she fine nat and turkey boy are bring her to get fries, was wondering if you wanted to help me out ?” a lie , clear day in her words but the words that she did want to say died when she looked at the reality of life just from a scrap of paper , maybe it was better to just be friends after all .

" of course what friends do right" almost saddness in his tone and confirmation of what he was fearing .

" exactly what friends do"

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*the cat is not in my room right now so you can't have him, but you can have the whiskers.

and if you would like to join in on the stealing, I'll tag @aranov, @baronetcoins, @dxppercxdxver, @sailorpants, @petrichorteeth, and @beach-trash-360, if you'd like to share!