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moonselune · 13 days ago

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I have no idea if you will be able to do this in time

But can you throw some Halloween headcanons with all the bg3 main companions! <3

Babe the way I had to SEARCH for this ask in the sea of requests, but I was determined. So I am going to do a halloween scenario but moreso the bg3 companions reacting to you forcing them to dress up for halloween ;)

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BG3 Companions | Halloween

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Karlach:

Karlach narrowed her eyes at you, arms crossed over her chest as she looked down at the costume you’d spent the last few nights putting together. You could tell she was holding back a smirk, but she was still being stubborn.

“A campfire?” she asked with exaggerated skepticism, raising one eyebrow. “Soldier, you want me to dress up as a campfire?”

“Yes!” you replied with enthusiasm, clutching the little bundle of accessories you’d made for her. “Look, it’s perfect for you! You’re warm, you bring everyone together, you light up every room you’re in—and, let’s face it, you’ve got literal flames licking off your skin when you get excited.” You held up the marshmallow sticks you’d crafted. “It’ll be fun! Kids will love it!”

She kept her arms crossed but looked intrigued despite herself, glancing down at the costume pieces in your hands. You could see her hesitation melting bit by bit.

“C’mon, please?” you added, giving her a soft smile. “I swear it’ll be worth it. I’ll even do all the cleanup afterward. And… I’ll owe you for this,” you promised, arching an eyebrow suggestively.

Karlach let out a dramatic sigh, letting you take that as a small victory.

“You’re lucky I love you,” she said, shaking her head, but she finally relented, holding out her arms for you to start putting the costume together.

You beamed and set to work. The base of the costume was a simple brown wrap to resemble logs, snugly wrapped around her waist. Over her shoulders, you draped a soft, red cloak with fire resistant felt flames that flickered and shimmered with the charms you’d enchanted to give her natural flames an extra glow. You attached more flames around her wrists and ankles, creating the effect of a warm, roaring campfire with her at the center. She rolled her eyes when you added the final touches—two wooden sticks with marshmallows glued onto them—but her lips twitched up in a reluctant smile.

She glanced at herself in the mirror, hands on her hips as she looked from side to side, assessing your work.

“Alright, alright,” she admitted with a smile finally breaking through. “Guess I do look kinda… cozy.”

The kids were already gathering by the time you led her to the village, their eyes wide as they spotted Karlach’s flaming costume from a distance. A little crowd started to form, kids cheering and jumping around as they spotted the 'campfire lady'. Karlach’s surprise melted into delight as she held out the marshmallow sticks, laughing as the kids shyly took turns roasting their treats on her flaming hands.

“Whoa, you’re really warm!” one of them gasped, his marshmallow turning golden as he held it close to her hand. Karlach laughed, patting him gently on the shoulder.

“Just wait ‘til you see it when it’s really glowing,” she whispered playfully, letting the flames on her skin flicker up just a bit higher. The kids gasped and cheered, completely in awe of her. One by one, she helped them roast marshmallows to perfection, giving tips on how to achieve the perfect golden brown.

You stayed nearby, watching with a smile as Karlach lit up the entire square, her laughter carrying over the joyful chatter of the crowd around her. She looked down at you, and the affection in her eyes was almost as warm as her flames.

“You win,” she murmured when she finally got a moment with you. “Look at their little faces… they’re eating it up.”

“Told you it was perfect,” you replied, squeezing her hand gently. “Look how happy they are because of you.”

Karlach’s smile softened, and she glanced back at the group of kids eagerly taking turns roasting their treats, some even asking for a second or third marshmallow just to keep the fun going. She was practically glowing now, in every sense of the word.

As the night wound down, her costume had become a sticky mess of marshmallow smudges and crumbs, and her cheeks were sore from hours of smiling. But you could tell she was basking in the warmth of it all—the happiness, the laughter, the looks of awe and wonder from the kids who’d never seen anything like her. She was still chuckling as she helped hand out the last of the marshmallows, patting one of the kids gently on the back as he ran off, marshmallow goo on his face.

Once the square emptied out, Karlach sighed contentedly, her flames flickering down as she took a moment to breathe. She looked over at you, a mixture of gratitude and affection in her eyes.

“Thank you,” she said, squeezing your hand and pulling you in for a hug. “This was… just the best. They loved it.”

You leaned into her embrace, resting your head against her shoulder.

“Anything for you,” you replied softly. “And hey, I always knew you’d make a perfect campfire.”

She chuckled, ruffling your hair as she kissed the top of your head. “Guess you’re right,” she murmured.

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Minthara:

“Absolutely not,” Minthara stated firmly, crossing her arms as she eyed the displacer beast costume you held up.

“Come on, my love,” you coaxed, stepping closer with a grin. “It’s perfect. Even you’ve said you have feline instincts! Just… imagine prowling around like a creature of the night.” You wiggled the tail in front of her, hoping the flickering, eerie lights of the little village might inspire her to humor you.

She narrowed her eyes, clearly unamused by your pitch, though her lips twitched in a way that suggested she might find it a little funny.

“I will not be reduced to childish imitations,” she spat, looking at the sleek, dark-furred costume in disdain. “And I won’t wear it.”

“Oh really?” you challenged, smiling deviously as you watched her flick her gaze from you to the costume and back again. “Because I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what you’re going to do.”

Her eyebrows shot up, but she barely had a chance to react as you launched yourself at her, pressing her backward and shoving the soft, padded costume onto her shoulders. She let out a startled yelp, trying to shake you off as you shoved her arms into the sleeves and wrestled the hood over her head.

“Oh, for the love of the gods!” Minthara barked, half-heartedly pushing at you as you pulled the furry ears into place. “I swear, I will make you pay for this.”

Once she was securely wrapped up in the costume—whiskers, padded tail, and all—you stepped back to take in the sight. The sleek black fabric hugged her form, with the twin displacer beast tentacles curling over her shoulders and around her waist, giving her an undeniably mischievous look. She was, in short, perfectly suited to it, with her sharp eyes peeking out from beneath the hood.

“Touch it, and you won’t see the bed for a week,” you said sharply, stopping her just as she was about to rip the hood off.

Minthara froze, her fingers twitching as her gaze shot to you, then narrowed into a glare. “You would not dare.”

“Oh, I would,” you replied coolly. “So, you can keep it on, or you can test me.” You raised an eyebrow, holding her gaze with steady determination.

For a long moment, she merely glowered at you, clearly weighing her options. Finally, with a loud, frustrated sigh, she dropped her hands to her sides and adjusted her grip on the costume’s tail.

“Fine,” she growled. “But if any sticky little goblin-child comes near me, I’m dropkicking them into the next village.”

You grinned, throwing an arm around her waist as you pulled her toward the village square. “Deal.”

The festive lights and happy chatter of the town greeted you both as you arrived, with children and adults alike laughing, running from house to house for treats. You walked with Minthara through the little streets, watching her scan every corner as if searching for an ambush—and giving a barely audible growl every time someone giggled or whispered about her costume.

At one point, you turned to compliment a young child on their ghost costume, only to feel Minthara pull away from you. When you turned back, you were met with an amusing sight: Minthara, surrounded by a swarm of wide-eyed children, all grinning up at her with excitement.

“Wow! Are you a real displacer beast?” one kid asked, eyes round with awe.

“By the Underdark no,” she muttered, jaw clenched as the small army of sticky fingers approached her. She shot you a panicked, murderous look as a tiny hand tugged on one of the tentacles.

You bit back laughter, taking a few steps closer and whispering to the crowd with increased urgency as Minthara prepared to raise her leg,“Hey, I hear there’s a house down the street giving out massive chocolate bars! Biggest ones in the village!”

In an instant, the kids cheered and bolted off, racing toward the promise of candy and leaving Minthara in blessed silence once again.

As they vanished into the night, Minthara took a deep, steadying breath, muttering something under her breath about “never doing this again” and “cursed mortal children.” But as you wrapped your arm around her shoulders once more, you felt her hand slip into yours, her grip surprisingly gentle.

“You did great,” you said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “And I think that’s the most fun you’ve had in a long time.”

Minthara huffed, but she couldn’t hide the small, begrudging smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"I hate you."

"I love you too."

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Lae'zel:

Lae'zel crossed her arms over her chest, staring down at you with a steely gaze that dared you to even try.

"Under no circumstances," she intoned firmly, "am I dressing up as a frog. It is disgraceful."

“Oh, come on, Lae’zel,” you pleaded, holding up the frog costume with hopeful eyes. “Just this once, for me?”

She scoffed, looking as though the very idea of her in a giant frog suit might singlehandedly ruin her reputation among all Githyanki.

"You expect a warrior, Prince Orpheus' comet, to be reduced to… this?” She waved her hand dismissively at the costume, shaking her head in disgust. “No.”

“But think about it,” you said, your voice lilting, knowing you had to play this one carefully. “The kids would love it. It’s Hallow’s Eve! Everyone’s supposed to dress up as something a little fun.”

Lae’zel’s expression didn’t budge, her jaw set as she shook her head, staring you down as if daring you to continue. “I have no use for human frivolities. I won’t degrade myself.”

You pulled out the big guns, stepping closer and widening your eyes, letting your lip quiver just a little. “Please?”

Her expression faltered, only slightly.

“That,” she said slowly, “will not work on me. I am Githyanki. We do not bow to… emotional manipulations.”

You let a single tear slide down your cheek, adding a sniff for good measure.

She blinked, visibly thrown, and as much as she tried to maintain her composure, her brow furrowed just the slightest bit in concern. “Stop that. This tactic is beneath you.”

“Oh,” you sighed dramatically, looking down at the frog suit with a crestfallen expression. “I just thought… I thought it’d be cute to see you dressed up with everyone. But I understand,” you murmured, holding the costume close to you as if it was your crushed hopes and dreams.

She groaned, something she did not often do, and before she could stop herself, she muttered, “Fine. But I will wield my sword.”

Fifteen minutes later, Lae’zel emerged, reluctantly pulling on the last piece of her frog costume, looking very much the part of an amphibian warrior—frog head, billowing frog suit, and all, though her stern expression and tightly gripped longsword made her look anything but harmless.

You grinned widely, knowing that getting her to dress up had been worth the effort.

“You look amazing,” you said, trying not to laugh. “Really fierce.”

She glared at you, her nostrils flaring slightly, but she couldn’t entirely hide her intrigue when you pointed to a group of children gathered nearby, staring in awe.

“They look scared,” she noted, a hint of satisfaction in her tone.

“You’re a frog warrior, Lae’zel! Of course, they’re a little intimidated. But they’ll love you.” And before she could protest further, you gently nudged her toward the kids.

She turned, moving with that same fierce stance, and the children’s eyes widened as she approached, frog-headed and sword-clad.

“Kneel before me, tiny humans,” she commanded, her voice booming.

The kids squealed in delight and mock terror, darting back a few steps before returning, emboldened, their eyes shining as they circled her. Lae’zel raised her sword with a mock-threatening gesture, and they scattered again, laughing.

You watched her as she continued, enjoying herself more than you’d ever seen. She even leaned down to growl at a particularly bold child who tugged on her frog hood. As the children ran off to continue their candy hunt, she glanced back at you with a rare grin.

“Perhaps this is not such a pointless human tradition after all,” she said, lifting her chin proudly.

You laughed, wrapping an arm around her. “Told you it’d be fun.”

With a satisfied nod, she squeezed your shoulder. “For you,” she muttered, “I may tolerate more… indulgences.”

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Shadowheart:

Convincing Shadowheart to wear a Halloween costume was proving more difficult than you expected.

"Absolutely not," she said, crossing her arms and giving you a firm, albeit playful, glare. "I am a cleric��not a witch." She added that last word with the distaste of someone who’d just bitten into something sour. “In fact, I hate witches. They’re insidious manipulators, and my faith has been muddled enough.”

“But look,” you said, holding up the sleek black witch’s hat and the carefully layered robes with stitched arcane symbols and starry patches. “It’s not a real witch outfit; it’s just for fun! You’d be my witch, and I’d be your little black cat.” You dangled a set of matching costumes with a playful grin.

She eyed the ensemble, a skeptical frown on her lips. “No,” she said, looking away but unable to hide the faint smile that twitched at the corners of her mouth. “Absolutely not.”

You sighed, dramatically bringing a hand to your chest. “You’d look amazing, Shadowheart, all mystical and dark and mysterious. Besides, you can do whatever you want with me for a whole week if you wear it.”

At this, her eyebrows rose. The idea had clearly sparked something.

“Anything I want?” Her voice was all shadow and intrigue, her usual intensity turning mischievous.

You nodded, maintaining eye contact and trying not to grin. “Anything you want. All yours.”

She raised an eyebrow, mulling it over for only a second before taking the costume from your hands.

“Fine,” she said, her tone cool but her eyes glimmering. “But if I’m going to be a witch, I’m going to be the scariest one anyone’s ever seen.”

Once she was dressed, you put on your cat ears and tail, and you couldn’t help but stare. The dark robes flowed around her elegantly, and the hat sat tilted perfectly, lending her an air of dark enchantment that somehow made her even more striking.

“You know,” you said, giving her an appreciative once-over, “I was right. You do look amazing.”

She laughed softly, casting her hand toward you in mock threat, almost as if she were casting a spell.

“You’ve barely seen anything yet,” she said with a smirk, clearly enjoying herself now. “So are you my little black cat or not?”

You purred playfully in response, much to her amusement, and then surprised her with a whistle.

“What are you doing?” she asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

Just then, Scratch came bounding over, tail wagging, with tiny bat wings strapped to his back. Shadowheart’s face softened immediately as she took in the sight of him, her usual stoic demeanor melting.

“Oh,” she whispered, genuinely moved. “Look at him. He’s… precious.”

Scratch barked, looking between you two as though awaiting approval for his costume. She crouched down, stroking his head and adjusting his bat wings gently.

“Well, aren’t you just the most terrifying little creature?” she cooed, her eyes twinkling with rare, unguarded warmth.

“You almost died from the cuteness just now, didn’t you?” you teased, leaning in beside her as she scratched Scratch’s ears.

She gave you a playful glare, the warmth never leaving her face. “Maybe. But if you tell anyone that, your week of servitude will be much more demanding.”

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Jaheira:

Convincing Jaheira to dress up for Hallows Eve took every ounce of charm and determination you possessed. She gave you an unimpressed look the first time you suggested it, her arms crossed as she tried to resist even the hint of a smirk.

"I am far too old for this," she said, voice steady but with the faintest gleam of amusement in her eyes.

"But you’re never too old to be the fiercest dragon in Faerûn," you replied, holding up the costume with a hopeful smile. It was more elegant than over-the-top—a deep green cloak, trimmed with silver threads and sewn to look like scales in some parts, with shoulder pieces that bore subtle, dragon-like wings. The cloak even had a hood lined with intricate, subtle horns.

Jaheira raised an eyebrow, arms still crossed as she examined the costume in your hands.

“You want me to dress as a dragon?” she said, giving you a half-smile. "Just because I am fierce does not mean I wish to look like a… large, scaly lizard."

“Not just any dragon," you said, "but the most fearsome one that guards a priceless horde.” You gestured to yourself, draped in layers of golden fabrics and glittering chains, glimmering bracelets, and rings on nearly every finger. Each piece shone and reflected the light like freshly minted coins. “See? I’m your horde. Your treasure.”

Jaheira’s lips curved into a reluctant smile, and she shook her head with a bemused sigh.

“You’re insufferable,” she murmured, and reached for the costume, the softest of chuckles escaping her lips.

You watched as she draped the cloak over her shoulders, fastening it with an elegant clasp at her collarbone. The fabric rippled like scales as she moved, accentuating the already powerful presence she carried. As she lifted the hood, a subtle yet enchanting transformation took place—suddenly, she wasn’t just Jaheira anymore. She was your fierce dragon, mysterious and mighty, with her eyes glinting like a true creature of legend.

When she turned to look at you, her smile was edged with a bit of playful danger.

“Well, how do I look?” she asked, voice low and almost teasing, as though she already knew the answer.

“Like you were born for this,” you said, unable to hide the awe in your voice. “It’s perfect.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, caught up in a silence that buzzed with something neither of you wanted to name just yet. Slowly, Jaheira’s fingers reached out to toy with the golden necklace resting on your collarbone. Her eyes roved over the glinting pieces, taking in how they draped against your skin and the way they caught the light.

“My horde,” she murmured with a half-smile, fingers trailing down to the bracelets on your wrist. “Fitting.”

You could see the tension fading from her shoulders, the amusement warming her eyes.

“So… shall we go scare the town as the most fearsome dragon and their horde?” you asked, barely able to keep from leaning in closer. Jaheira paused, her fingers still tracing the edges of your jewelry. She gave you a smile, this time softer, more private.

“Perhaps we should stay here instead,” she said, voice barely above a whisper, her tone laced with affection.

Your hand moved to her waist, fingers slipping under the edge of the cloak as she drew you closer. Her lips found yours in a kiss that was more intense than you’d expected, her touch gentle yet commanding, like the steady, powerful confidence she carried herself with. The night you’d planned on spending out quickly became one spent in each other's arms, with her "horde" all too willing to be claimed by the dragon’s fierce, undivided attention.

It wasn’t long before the costumes were discarded, a trail of glittering gold left across the floor. And though you never left the door that night, it was a Hallows Eve neither of you would soon forget.

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Gale:

Convincing Gale to dress up for Hallows Eve took some careful nudging, but once he was finally on board, you couldn’t resist suggesting a costume idea that had you giggling before you even explained it to him.

"A zombie? Really?" he asked, folding his arms in mock disappointment, though there was a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Of all the magical beings and creatures of wonder in Faerûn, you’d pick something so… single-mindedly undead?"

You stifled another laugh, the logic too ridiculous to resist sharing.

“But Gale,” you said, putting on your most serious face, “you’re a wizard, right?”

“Yes, last I checked,” he replied with a smirk, leaning forward to humor you. "I was fairly certain my profession was clear."

“And wizards have a certain… thirst for knowledge, don’t they?” you continued, a glint of mischief in your eyes.

“Indeed. In some cases, it can be quite insatiable,” he replied, genuinely intrigued now but slightly wary, as if sensing a twist in the logic you were spinning.

You bit back a grin, leaning in closer. “And where is knowledge kept, my dear wizard?”

Gale’s brow furrowed, and he answered slowly, “…in the brain?”

“Exactly! And what do zombies love?” you asked, finally breaking into a fit of giggles as he let out a groan.

“Brains,” he said, the realization hitting him with both exasperation and amusement. "Oh, that’s… it’s dreadful. You’ve managed to connect wizards and zombies on a deeper level than I’d care to admit."

You couldn’t stop laughing, enjoying every second of his feigned outrage, especially with the way his cheeks flushed as he tried to hide his smile. “Come on, Gale! It’s perfect, really. You’re already driven by a pursuit for knowledge, and zombies just… have a more basic approach to that pursuit.”

“Yes, basic indeed,” he muttered with a sigh, shaking his head. But the grin was there, and you could see that he was secretly pleased by your reasoning, despite his protests. “Alright,” he conceded, rolling his eyes with a touch of dramatic flair, “I’ll do it. For the sake of your delightful, albeit tenuous, reasoning. But don’t expect me to groan and stumble like a true zombie. I’ll bring a touch of wizardly sophistication to the role.”

With a gleam of excitement, you began applying some light makeup to him, smudging dark shadow around his eyes, hollowing out his cheeks a little to give him that authentic "undead scholar" look. He humored you as you mussed his hair and added a few streaks of pale gray to mimic age, decay, or perhaps an “undead wizard” who’d spent too many sleepless nights with his spellbooks.

“There, perfect,” you said, stepping back to admire your handiwork. “You’re like a zombie who rose from the grave just to keep researching.”

Gale examined himself in the mirror, shaking his head with mock dismay.

“I look… disturbingly convincing,” he admitted. “My own brilliance, tragically reduced to a brain-hungry husk. Who would’ve thought?” His eyes sparkled with affection as he turned back to you. "Only you would be able to charm me into such a ridiculous costume, you know."

You grinned, brushing a hand down his tattered robes. “And you look perfect. Just the right balance of terrifying and brainy.”

With the finishing touches done, the two of you made your way to join the festivities in the village. Gale remained in character, delivering overly dramatic monologues about his unending 'hunger for knowledge' to anyone who’d listen, pausing now and then to compliment your costume and hold your hand.

It wasn’t long before you had to admit—seeing Gale, the ever-serious wizard, play the part of a hungry zombie all for your sake was nothing short of adorable. And even Gale, in his begrudging way, had to admit he was rather enjoying himself, especially when he saw how happy it made you.

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Astarion:

Convincing Astarion to think outside the box for Hallows Eve had proved to be a herculean task. As soon as you mentioned costumes, he’d declared, "I’ll go as a vampire, obviously. Dark, seductive, the very spirit of mystery and allure. What else could possibly fit me better?"

“Exactly, Astarion,” you’d replied, stifling a grin, “you are a vampire. You need something different for Hallows Eve, something unexpected.”

He sighed dramatically, reclining with his hands laced behind his head, grumbling as he eyed you in amusement. “Fine, fine, but it better be something worthy of my looks. And what about you? I’ve got plenty of ideas, you know.”

“Oh, do you?” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

He flashed his wicked smile. “Of course. Let’s see… Sexy Sorceress? Sexy Demon? Ooh—Sexy Darkling would suit you perfectly. I’d even consider it a personal favor if you leaned into that one.” His tone was so sincere that it took a few beats before you realized he was utterly teasing, and you had to laugh, swatting at his arm.

“No. You’re the one we’re dressing up today,” you insisted, rolling your eyes. For the better part of the afternoon, you raided chests, examined cloaks, and threw around ideas that Astarion batted down faster than you could conjure up new ones.

As he tossed yet another cloak aside, you had a sudden flash of inspiration.

“…An angel,” you murmured, half to yourself. Astarion’s eyebrow rose, a skeptical look in his eyes as he scoffed.

“An angel?” He chuckled, leaning forward as he looked you up and down. “Is this another one of your schemes to get me into something ridiculous?”

“No, Astarion, listen,” you said, your eyes bright. “You’re the one who always describes this life you were robbed of—the choices taken from you, the light that was snuffed out. You could have been anyone, done anything… Maybe even something truly beautiful. But Cazador stole that.” Your voice softened as you reached for his hand. “So, yes. An angel. For the grace and strength you deserve.”

For a moment, he stared at you, genuinely speechless, his smug smile slipping into something far more vulnerable. He swallowed hard, a rare flicker of uncertainty dancing across his face.

“An… angel,” he repeated quietly, his voice almost reverent. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

You nodded, your expression tender as you reached up, gently cupping his face. “Yes. You deserve it, Astarion.”

His eyes glistened, a touch of softness shining through his usual guarded expression. He let out a disbelieving huff, though the hint of a smile broke through.

“Damn you,” he whispered, his voice choked. “Only you could make such a ridiculous idea sound…”

“Perfect?” you teased softly, a playful gleam in your eye. His laugh was soft, almost self-conscious, as he held onto your hands.

“Yes,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Perfect.”

You spent the next hour piecing together the outfit: an immaculate white tunic with golden accents, a radiant pair of ethereal wings you managed to string together with illusion magic, and even a soft golden circlet to frame his curls. He watched you fuss over each detail, looking at you with a warmth that was rarely seen. The finishing touch was a faint dusting of golden powder along his cheeks, giving him a soft, celestial glow.

When you finally stepped back to admire him, the sight of him took your breath away. Astarion, the vampire, dressed as an angel, a being of light and grace, standing before you with quiet awe.

“You… you look beautiful,” you said softly, almost reverently.

For a moment, Astarion said nothing, just took your hands, holding them as though grounding himself. When he finally spoke, his voice was filled with a gratitude he rarely showed.

“I can’t believe you’d see me like this,” he whispered, looking down as his thumbs brushed over your knuckles. "After everything."

You smiled, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “You don’t need to believe it. I’ll believe it enough for both of us.”

He held your gaze for a long moment, a slow, grateful smile spreading across his face. And in that instant, it was as if the weight of all he’d endured softened, even if just a little, by your love and belief in him.

“Now,” you said with a grin, finally breaking the charged silence, “about that Sexy Darkling costume—”

“Oh, darling,” he smirked, his usual charm back in full force, “Have I told you how much I love you?"

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Wyll:

The plan had sounded so simple when you first proposed it to Wyll: a costume for Hallows Eve, something playful and lighthearted, a chance to see him let loose and have fun. Wyll, ever the gentleman and ever your romantic, had agreed instantly, his eyes lighting up as he imagined himself in an outfit befitting a knight or perhaps a dashing prince. "A hero from a fairytale,” he’d said with an easy smile, practically glowing with excitement.

You hadn’t had the heart to tell him right away that you had something a bit… softer in mind.

“A ram?” he’d said, blinking in polite confusion when you finally explained, taking in your expression with a hopeful, albeit slightly uncertain smile. “As in, horns, wool, and… hooves?”

“Well, yes,” you replied, giving him a sweet smile and lightly tracing his curved horns. “Just think how cute you’d look! You already have the horns to make it work! And besides, I promised the kids that they could be part of your herd. You’d be leading them around as their grand, fluffy ram!”

Wyll looked at you, mouth slightly open, clearly battling an internal struggle.

“So… you want me to be… their flock leader?” His tone was diplomatic, but his face said he was clearly trying to figure out an escape route.

“Oh, please, Wyll?” you pouted, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes, complete with a dramatic little sigh. “It would mean so much to me. And the kids would be so disappointed if you said no. They’re so excited, and I was going to be your shepherd! Just imagine it: me with my shepherd’s staff and you as my sweet, cuddly ram.”

He let out a low groan, rubbing a hand over his face. “You know that I love you,” he said with a resigned sigh, though his eyes were filled with reluctant amusement. “And that is the only reason I’m doing this.”

Soon after, you presented him with a bundle of fluffy white fabric and a headband with cute, spiraled horns to go over his own. Wyll held up the costume with a look of pure disbelief.

“This is… quite the outfit,” he muttered, feeling the woolen fluff between his fingers with a rueful shake of his head. But there was warmth in his eyes when he looked back at you. “I suppose you won’t take no for an answer?”

“Not when you’ll look this adorable,” you teased, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “Come on, the sooner you put it on, the sooner we can get out there and show everyone!”

With one last sigh, he started changing, grumbling good-naturedly under his breath the entire time. When he emerged, draped in the full, wooly monstrosity of the costume, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He was covered head to toe in the fluffy, bouncy material, with his horns peeking out just above his ears, and little painted hooves on his hands and feet.

“You… look incredible,” you managed to say, stifling another laugh. He sighed, though a smirk was already forming on his lips.

“Only because I’d never hear the end of it if I didn’t,” he replied, crossing his arms. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“And you’re lucky I have such a good eye for costumes,” you countered, reaching up to adjust one of his horns. “Just wait until you see how much everyone loves it!”

With your shepherd’s staff in hand and Wyll reluctantly donning his oversized, fluffy ensemble, the two of you set out to the village. As you’d promised, the children were absolutely thrilled to see him, cheering and calling out his name as they ran up to pet the soft wool on his costume. They giggled and followed him around like a little flock, tugging on his ‘hooves’ and patting his fluffy sleeves.

Wyll sighed but gave you a resigned smile over the children’s heads, his eyes softened by the sight of their joy.

“You win,” he said quietly, his voice warm with affection. “I’ll admit it’s worth it for this.”

You just grinned, leaning into his shoulder as you watched the children play around him. “And here you thought you’d hate it,” you teased.

He chuckled, pulling you close with a light squeeze. “Don’t be so quick to assume. But next time, I’m going as a knight. Dashing hero. Deal?”

“Deal,” you replied with a smile, squeezing his hand and leading your very own ram back to his happy flock.

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Halsin:

Convincing Halsin to dress up as a bumblebee took a great deal of pleading, gentle nudging, and some carefully chosen words about certain late night activities, but after much persistence, he’d finally agreed, albeit with a few lingering doubts.

“You know I could just shift into one,” he’d grumbled, watching as you held up a tiny headband with wobbly antennae, complete with a pair of small, transparent wings.

“But where’s the fun in that?” you countered, barely containing your grin. “Besides, with the way you sneak into beehives for honey, consider this an homage to the bees you’ve ‘borrowed’ from all these years.”

That had made him pause, a flicker of reluctant amusement in his eyes, and with a resigned sigh, he finally took the costume from you, muttering something about how ridiculous he’d look. It took him a while to wrestle himself into the striped outfit—he was, after all, a towering druid with muscles to match, and the costume had certainly not been designed with his broad shoulders in mind. But when he finally emerged, you were struggling not to laugh.

This hulking figure of nature, all muscle and authority, stood in the doorway wearing a snug black-and-yellow striped shirt, tiny, flimsy wings that were far too small for his back, and a headband with wobbly antennae that looked especially ridiculous given his usual stoic, serene expression. Halsin gave you a look, raising an eyebrow as if daring you to say a word.

“Well?” he rumbled, crossing his arms. “Is this ridiculous enough for you, my heart?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you replied, struggling to keep a straight face. “I think it’s… adorable. Don’t you feel adorable?”

Halsin sighed, a deep rumble in his chest, but a smile was starting to pull at the corner of his mouth.

“Yes,” he smiled begrudgingly, his voice low and soft. “Yes, I suppose I do feel adorable.”

You stepped forward, cupping his face and planting a kiss on his lips, which softened his gruff expression as he chuckled. "That’s the spirit, my big, bumbling bee."

Just as he was getting used to the idea, you led him out to the Grove, where the surprise you’d prepared awaited. There, all the orphans of the Grove he cared for stood in a little cluster, each dressed as a tiny bee, buzzing and flapping their wings as they ran up to him.

One by one, they came over, reaching out to tug at his costume, laughing and running circles around him, calling out, “Look, Daddy Halsin, we’re just like you!”

Halsin’s stern expression melted completely as he looked at them, pride and warmth shining in his eyes. It suddenly made sense why you’d been so insistent on the costume. He knelt down, arms outstretched, and the children flocked to him, piling onto his lap and shoulders, each a little bee in their own right.

His gaze met yours, full of gratitude and affection. “You planned this, didn’t you?” he asked softly, his smile so tender it made your heart ache.

“I thought it might make tonight a little more memorable,” you said, watching as the children proudly showed off their costumes, making buzzing sounds and flapping their little wings.

Halsin chuckled deeply, pulling you in for another kiss, one arm wrapped around you and the other holding a little bee who clung to his shoulder. “I am surrounded by the sweetest hive I could ever ask for,” he murmured, glancing between you and the children.

You beamed at him, knowing that tonight would be a memory not just for the children, but for him as well—your big, bumblebee protector, with a heart as soft as honey.

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Okay so very cracky and probs a bit ooc but I just could not get this out of my head. Hope you guys enjoyed this and that you all have a very wonderful and safe halloween over the next few days ! - Seluney xox

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hanjsquokka · 1 month ago

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( 🎃 ) ⠀𓏔⠀ fall dates with bf! skz.

stray kids ot8 × fem!reader (separately), fluff/humor , warnings : kissing/making out in felix's, pet names , wc : 2.6k

a/n : hyunjin's is actually based on something that happened to me with my family lol 😭 one of the most disappointing days in my life. i hope you guys like this <3 also this layout is inspired by my lovely deni @.hyunebunx 🩷🩷

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ CHAN ⸻ visiting a pumpkin patch

You and Chan planned a date to visit a pumpkin patch because you've never done that before. Your boyfriend was more than excited on the drive to the location, rambling about the different activities you could do. He made sure the two of you were dressed accordingly (and matching, obviously) before you headed out to the local pumpkin patch.

Halloween was one of your favorite holidays, but this was the first time you were going to go and buy pumpkins to decorate your home with, and supposedly learn how to carve them as well, according to Chan.

The farm was bustling with many people looking for the orange vegetables, taking photos and squatting down next to the big ones to see if they could lift them up. Chan was also one of them, wanting to show off the fruits of his recent workouts and easily picked up a very large bright orange pumpkin.

“Be careful, if you drop it, we have to pay for a broken orange squash,” you warned after he stumbled with one of them. “It's not a squash… is it?” He looked at you with a bewildered expression after you told him that it was indeed part of the squash family.

Afterwards, you sampled some of the desserts available in the stalls—from pies to cakes. You managed to convince Chan to take home a pie after you had a bite and swore you could never make something like this yourself.

The farm also had a corn maze, which you participated in and got lost after a few wrong turns. You almost gave up and decided to start a new life amongst the corn when Chan spotted a few other people and not so secretly followed them, holding your hand tightly in his, and finally exited the maze.

The two of you also won second place in a pumpkin carving contest, much to your boyfriend's enthusiasm. He carried the prize winning vegetable like a trophy with a red color ribbon stuck on it all the way back to your car.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ MINHO ⸻ camping in the woods

When Minho proposed the idea of camping, you were initially scared. Camping in the woods during spooky season? But, after he teased you for being a scaredy-cat, you couldn't let him win, which was how you ended up in the middle of the woods (in an allocated camping site), watching your boyfriend set up a tent because you were going to poke a hole with your clumsiness. You didn't mind him though, because it found it much more entertaining to watch him do the work. It was very attractive.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” He questioned when he caught your eyes on him while he was setting up the firepit. “Like what?” You asked back. “Like that stupid emoji with heart eyes.”

Unfortunately, you did not have a pillow to throw at him.

When night fell and the two of you sat side by side on foldable chairs, roasting marshmallows after your hearty campfire dinner (Minho was crazy good at everything related to camping, you wondered why he never asked to go camping with you before). “Be careful, it's hot,” he warned but you still managed to burn your mouth on the fluffy, toasted delicacy. “Idiot,” he chided. There was no malice in his words, only affection, you knew that as he took the stick away from you and handed a bottle of water.

He refrained from telling you a scary story, instead opting to lay down next to you on a blanket and stargaze while you went on and on about the constellations or whatever—he was just listening to your voice and not comprehending the information. When you got back in the tent, he grumbled when you snuggled up next to him, something about giving him even less space, but you smiled against his skin when you felt his arms coil around you and pull you close.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ CHANGBIN ⸻ go halloween shopping

Your boyfriend was going all out this year for the holiday, you understood that after the second hour you spent at the store, watching him sift through decorations for your home and for the party he wanted to host on the weekend.

“Bin… it's been hours and you picked out two things!” You groaned, pushing the shopping cart after him. The two things were two packets of chocolates. “I can't just buy anything. It has to be perfect, babe,” he retaliated, picking up a skeleton decoration and plopping it in the cart. Your date wasn't going as you expected, but amidst your frustration, you did find it endearing that Changbin was being so picky about find the perfect stuff.

You also managed to scare him with those jump scare witch things that suddenly pop out with you step on a button. You were laughing so hard your stomach hurt, which made Changbin annoyed, poking you to stop you from making his cheeks turn even more red.

Eventually you did stop and you continued strolling down the aisles. “Okay, Sexy Red Riding Hood and the Wolf,” he said, showing a costume, “Buff Peter Pan and Tinkerbell,” he picked up the last one, “or Barbie and Ken except I'm Barbie.” He smiled like those were the best choices. You let him choose, all of them equally amusing to you, to which he let out a happy giggle and put the third one into the shopping cart. You rolled your eyes, of course, and followed after him. He did finish his endless spree, and apologized for making you tail after him for so long by taking you to a coffee shop and buying you the season specials.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ HYUNJIN ⸻ driving to see the fall colors

It was your idea to go out to see the fall colors early morning on the weekend since the drive there would take a while. Hyunjin sat in the driver's seat, not exactly happy about being on the road at seven in the morning, but you told him it would be worth losing sleep. You saw multiple videos and posts on social media that told you that this was the best spot to see all the different shades of red and orange that the leaves were in, along with the rest of the scenic view and the sunset if you were able to catch it.

Well… the website was wrong. Not to be rude, but it was probably exactly the same as you could've seen in the park. Your boyfriend gave you the sassiest side eye possible when you two stood, looking over the railing along with a couple other people who joined on the trek up a mountain. The trees were mostly yellow or brown and very dull, nothing like on social media.

“My new inspiration is so… vibrant,” Hyunjin drawled. “I'm sorry!” You apologized quickly, feeling even more guilty for making him come here on his day off for absolutely nothing. “I thought it would look really pretty.” You frowned. You heard him sigh beside you before he slung an arm over your shoulder and you to his side, nuzzling his nose against your jaw. “I know… I know… It's okay. I didn't expect it to look so un-picturesque either.” He rubbed your shoulder over your coat when you frowned even more. He chuckled. “Don't frown so much, love, I like it better when you smile.”

Despite the disappointment, your day out wasn't all bad. You had fun singing (mostly listening to your boyfriend's sing) along with Hyunjin in the car with the windows down, trekking up the mountain and nearly falling into a pile of leaves, eating lunch at a place that was weirdly obsessed with grizzly bears and then driving back home.

While you were staring out the window, trying not to fall asleep at a red light, you noticed the trees, all of which were in bright shades of red and orange. You tapped Hyunjin on his shoulder and pointed to it and told him to go in the other direction that you were supposed to go in, which confused him but he followed and parked the car where you asked him to. You eagerly jumped out and dragged him along to see the trees, showing him that your date was not a total waste after all.

He painted a photo that he took of you a week later and hung it in the living room.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ JISUNG ⸻ having a harry potter movie marathon

You and your boyfriend were supposed to go to a movie theater to watch a horror film that was recently released, you'd been talking about it ever since you saw the trailer and you got even more pumped up when you saw it was releasing during the Halloween month. Jisung, however, wasn't as thrilled as you but never told you outright that he didn't want to go. But, after a few times of mentioning the film to him and not getting a enthusiastic response, you realized he might not want to watch a scary movie in the cinema (he told you he wasn't scared, but the last time you watched Coraline said otherwise).

So, on the day you were supposed to go, he was surprised to find you setting up for a movie night in the living room. “Aren't we going to be late, baby?” He asked, his steps slowing down as he neared the couch. There were snacks on the coffee table and blankets and extra pillows on the end of the couch. “What are you…?”

“Movie night,” you replied, a smile on your face. “I changed my mind. I borrowed my friend's DVD's of all the Harry Potter movies.” You watched the confusion on his face morph into a soft smile and then a big grin as he came over to hug you tightly and kiss your cheek before saying he needed to change into the proper attire—which were his Gryffindor pajamas, and settled down beside you, leaning his head on your shoulder and pressed play on the remote.

Watching these movies was much enjoyable for both of you, you realized that as you laughed along to Jisung reciting all the lines in a British accent, your face growing warm at the pure joy on his face. You made it to the fourth movie before he finally dozed off, his head lolling to the side. You carefully adjusted him so he was leaning on you and wrapped the blankets around closer before closing your eyes as well.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ FELIX ⸻ baking fall themed treats

“Chan said he bought too many pumpkins, so I'm trying out some new recipes,” Felix answered when you asked him what he was doing in the kitchen surrounded by an ungodly number of pumpkins and a few apples and a king ingredients. Which was how the two of you ended up in an impromptu baking date, making more desserts than you could eat in a day.

You worked side by side, although you weren't getting much work done because he kept tugging your hand and kissing you, flour sticking to your cheeks when he cupped your face and deepened the kiss. Safe to say, you were doing less baking, more making out, all thanks to Felix even though it was him who wanted to bake in the first place.

When the pumpkin cake was finally done, he slathered on buttercream before handing it to you and looked at you with hopeful eyes, you could practically see the tail wagging behind him as he awaited your opinion. You took a spoonful and immediately felt a warm tingle spread through your body.

“It's so good,” you let out a sound of satisfaction, closing your eyes for a few moments to savor the taste, and then eating some more. “I was scared you might've messed something up with how distracted you were.” You pushed the plate towards him, expecting him to eat as well, but he just pulled you in for another kiss, making you gasp into his mouth. “Tastes sweet,” Felix said with a nod, wiping his bottom lip with his thumb, looking at your flustered reaction with a smirk.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ SEUNGMIN ⸻ going to a haunted house

“This is a bad idea,” you said nervously as Seungmin pulled you towards the carnival attraction. Your local carnival had a haunted house set up since it was October, and while you had joked it was be fun to go there, Seungmin didn't seem to read your tone and took you seriously, pulling you along after spending some time at the game booths. “It's not scary, okay?” He said, chuckling at the way you looked at it with wide eyes. “Just hold onto me if you get scared.”

The haunted house was not not scary. It was in fact very scary. Whoever designed it needed a raise because not three steps into the house and you nearly jumped out of your skin as a ghost popped up in front of you. Even your boyfriend was frightened, you felt him jump a little, not as much as you, but he did jump. He cleared his throat, adjusting his coat and shook his head. “See, totally not scary. We must've triggered a wire.” You couldn't see his face because it was pretty dark, but he didn't pull away when you laced your fingers with his and held him in a death grip.

You took small steps, rounding a corner when there yet another jumpscare and you basically climbed onto Seungmin out of fear. There were no teasing remarks or comments, he was just quiet as you both kept going through the house. There was eerie music playing that just kept getting louder and louder, until you passed by a room, the door opening by itself with a loud creak and suddenly, a clown jumped at you. This time, both of you screamed.

When you exited the horror house, you both didn't speak a word until you were sitting down on a bench far away and mutually agreed to not speak a word of the incident again.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ JEONGIN ⸻ attending a costume party

There was no compromise with Jeongin. He would go all our for a costume party, especially since the one you were going to was hosted by one of his friends who said he had the best costume ever. Jeongin wasn't one to back down from a challenge, so he told you the characters you were going to dress up as, which made you raise a brow.

Beetlejuice and his wide Lydia.

In retrospect, it was a creative costume. You both spent a long time making the costume by yourselves and then the makeup on the day of the party.

“I feel like we're going to stand out,” you said, feeling hesitant to walk into the house. “Babe, it's a Halloween party. Everyone will stand out.” Jeongin assured you and led you inside. There were a lot of people, all dressed up just like he said they would, from old classics to characters from newer films. Many complimented the both of you, envious of your idea. Jeongin totally forgot about the competition with his friend and started enjoying himself, having drinks and dancing with you. He didn't know it, but his friend took one look and accepted his defeat (or whatever). There was a couples contest, in which both of you won first place, earning a large bag of candy.

But your boyfriend was too tipsy and busy staring at you with heart eyes to bother with the prize and instead was eager to get out of the party so he could have a proper look at his wife (he was taking the role a little too seriously) back home.

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juneberrie · 7 months ago

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THOSE SUMMER NIGHTS ⋆.ೃ࿔*

word count: 0.1k || masterlist

summary: campfire w your girlfriend!! apollo!fem!reader

author's note: really short clarisse blurb for u gays guys

you shiver when a cold gust of wind blows against your back. you and clarisse are sitting on a log together, around the campfire. she has one arm around you and one holding two sticks with marshmallows over the fire.

"you cold, sunshine?" she asks. she adjusts her arm over you slightly, pulling you closer to her body.

"mhm," you hum.

"hold these," she say, handing you the sticks. you grab them, watching as she pulls her jacket off, revealing her tank top. her arms flex slightly as she drapes her jacket around your shoulders. she takes the sticks from you and puts her arm around you once again.

"won't you get cold?" you ask, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder. despite your girlfriend's jacket keeping you warm, you could still feel the chill in the summer air.

"nah," she replied, kissing your head. "i'll be fine, babe."

you smile up at her, and she smiles back. "i love you," you say, reaching up to cup her face.

she rolled her eyes. "yeah, yeah, i love you too, sunshine," she mumbled, capturing your lips with hers.

#liz’s writing ♡#clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse pjo #pjo x reader #pjo x you #pjo x y/n

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sea-lanterns · 1 year ago

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FRIDAY THE 13TH

synopsis: (slasher! AU) the camp urban legend is real...?!

featuring: raiden ei

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, blood, violence, murder, gory descriptions of death, dru.gging, stalking, mentions of child death, mentions of drowning, slow burn, fing.ering, size kink, fondling, ni.pple play, rough se.x, marking, hickies, pwp, might be ooc.

art credits: chainsaw man

“Legend has it that a camper at Camp Crystal Lake drowned after a couple of counselors left their posts to go make out in their cabins. When the kid drowned, they said her vengeful spirit haunts Camp Crystal Lake, killing horny counselors who abandon their duties to act on their lust, and—”

“Oh shut up, that’s just an urban legend…!”

As your coworkers bickered over the hazy campfire, you speared another marshmallow onto your stick and started roasting the sugary confection in silence. It was the early days of June, cicadas buzzing in the distance as you and a few other adults were hired to work at Camp Crystal Lake as counselors. You were tasked with getting the camp ready before the next group of campers arrived next week, so the camp grounds were mostly empty with the exception of you and your colleagues.

“Hey, hey, you think the legend is real?” One of your friends nudged you, taking a bite out of her s’mores. “Do you think a ghost is really haunting the lake?”

“Of course not.” You chuckled softly, groaning when you saw your marshmallow catch on fire. “It’s probably just a story the owner told us so we don’t abandon our jobs. We’re here to watch the kids, remember? Not have sex with each other.”

“Oh, you’re no fun.” Another guy butts in, smirking and wrapping an arm around you. “The owner isn’t here tonight, so we could all have fun before he gets back.”

You made an annoyed expression when he touched you, slowly prying his arm off and giving him a scowl. “Hands off.” You say with a frown, threatening him to not touch you again.

“Geez, okay…okay…” he quickly retracts his hand, but that arrogant smile is back on his face. “No need to be so bitchy…”

If you could throw a machete at him, you would, but for now all you could do was seethe in silence as you wave your marshmallow around to extinguish the flame. “I think I’m gonna go take a shower,” you say before getting up. “If we stay out any longer, we’ll be drenched in rain. The weather forecast said there was a thunderstorm coming over the area.”

“Yeah yeah…” a lot of your colleagues waved you off and you sighed before packing up your things. No one really listened to what you had to say, and while it did bug you, you knew it would bite them in the ass later when their campfire gets rained on. You left the bustling group to head back to your old, rickety cabin. The camp has definitely seen better days, but you knew better than to complain. So long as you had electricity, some heating, and warm water, you were good to go.

“Ugh…so sticky…” you mumbled to yourself as you scratched at a mosquito bite you had gotten while outside. The sweat and humidity of being out in the woods was starting to get to you, and you couldn’t wait to take a decent shower the moment you stepped into the bathroom.

Slowly slipping out of your clothes, you played around with the water temperatures until it was at the perfect temperature for you to get in. As you did however, you began to hear the light pitter patter of rain outside, chuckling to yourself as you imagined the distraught faces of your coworkers yelling in annoyance. ‘That’ll teach ‘em…’ you thought to yourself, squirting some shampoo into your palm. ‘Maybe next time they’ll listen to me when I say it’s gonna rain.’

You heard the distraught screaming of your coworkers in the distance and sighed with the pleasure of knowing you were right. Combing your hands through your scalp, you hummed to yourself before a particularly loud lightning strike boomed across the camp, startling you a bit as it came so suddenly and knocked all the power out.

‘Bzzzt.’

“…Dammit.”

You let out a sigh and quickly washed your head clean before grabbing a towel to dry yourself off. No way in hell were you going to shower in pitch dark blackness. It’s dangerous and plus, you were a little creeped out with being naked and alone in the dark.

“I swear, this camp is on its last wire…” you groaned, fumbling around for some clothes and putting them on as best as you can. You wanted to make sure some of your colleagues were alright and pushed open the door to your main cabin. “Is everyone okay—”

Your eyes widened when you saw that no one else was in your cabin. Your roommates were nowhere to be seen, and you thought they had gone inside already due to the rain.

“…What the.” You fumbled around towards your backpack and grabbed the spare flashlight you had in there for emergencies. “Guys? You aren’t back yet?”

You flipped the flashlight on and shone it across the room. There weren’t any traces of your roommates even making it back to the cabin. No wet footprints, no shoes by the door, nothing. “Are they seriously still out there?” You groaned, grabbing one of your raincoats and putting it on. “I swear, if I have to be the one to check the power box…”

You frowned and checked outside the window to see if you could find anyone coming back from the lake. When all you saw were the empty campgrounds however, you started getting a bit worried, wondering if something happened to your colleagues while camping out by the lake.

‘Oh god…did someone get injured?’ You couldn’t help but grow curious and swallow any fear you had left, opening the door to head outside, and see if everyone was alright. The air had gone from humid to wet, as your body was instantly pelted with summer rain that had you wincing slightly in disgust. You just showered, and the feeling of going out in humidity again made your skin crawl with discomfort.

“Just a quick check…and then I’ll go back inside…” Your flashlight helped you see through the dark as you made your way down to the campfire by the beach. The flame was long extinguished by the time you got down there, as the only thing left was rising smoke, and a dozen empty chairs.

“…Guys?” The sight of the empty chairs made your skin crawl, taking note of how everyone’s stuff was still left scattered about. “Oh my god…”

You felt goosebumps litter your arms as you slowly shone your flashlight over the shore. It was dead quiet save for your breathing, and you slowly walked closer to the campsite only to stop dead in your tracks.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to scream so bad you couldn’t believe what you saw was real.

One of your coworkers was lying dead against the shore, her eyes wide open as blood seeped from a wound she acquired on her head. It was a deep, angry red gash that gushed so much blood you couldn’t even recognize her face, some of the rain sliding down her cheeks but unable to wash it fully.

“Oh…god…” you covered your mouth to keep yourself from screaming. Every instinct in your body told you to cry for help, but knowing that there was an active danger on the campgrounds, you decided to keep silent and quickly hid behind a large bush to stay away from the open.

‘Crap…crap…crap…’ you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to will away the traumatic sight of your dead colleague. The image of her lifeless eyes making your stomach churn with anxiety as you took heavy breaths to calm yourself down. ‘This isn’t real…this can’t be real…’

You took another quick glance at the body and cursed yourself for looking once again. Your chest hurt from the fear you felt at that very moment, and you decided you had to call the authorities to the camp right away.

Slowly getting up from your hiding spot, you carefully made your way over to the generator building to see if you could fix the power. Since the power was down, you were unable to call the authorities until it somehow came back up again. Unfortunately for you however, you had no time to wait, and had to go manually check it yourself in order to get help.

‘Why is it always me…’ you winced, hurriedly making your way over to the generators and trying to be as stealthy as possible. After a long trek through the woods, you finally came across the generators’ building in the far back side of the camp, the door cracked open slightly and swaying back and forth in the breeze.

Your heart stopped when you saw that someone had managed to get in, and although the most logical assumption would be that one of your colleagues had gone in to fix the power, you were too scared to check as you wondered if the killer that murdered your friend was in there. ‘I don’t want to take any chances…’ you thought, quickly backing away from the building and deciding to head back to your cabin to barricade yourself in.

Whatever is happening on camp grounds can be dealt with by the police. You had to get yourself somewhere safe, and although you could always try to run for it, the camp was over ten miles away from the nearest town, a distance you couldn’t possibly cover in the dead of night, under the rain, and only in your PJs…

“I just need to hide until morning…or at least until the rain stops…” you mutter to yourself, finding your way back to your cabin and locking it up once you are safe inside. You decided the best course of action would be to barricade all your furniture against the door and check the bathroom window to see if it was locked. Not wasting another second, you ran over to your dresser and pushed your body up against it, slowly pushing it against the door in hopes of providing a stable barricade.

‘Alright, that should be enough for now…’ you wiped the sweat off your brow and walked over to the bathroom door, twisting the knob to check if the windows were locked.

“…What the.” The door didn’t budge as you tried to push the door open, something heavy preventing you from opening the door. “Why won’t you…move—!”

With a bang, you shoved the door open, only to let out a shriek of terror as the body of one of your roommates fell out and landed at your feet. Her head had a nasty gash emitting blood from it, and the smell of iron quickly filled your nostrils which caused you to hunch over in nausea. “Oh…oh my god—!” You immediately backed up away from the sight, only to have your back collide with the front of someone very large and very tall…

Upon feeling someone firm right behind you, your entire body froze as fear paralyzed your brain. You could feel it. Someone behind you, someone who was in your cabin the whole time, as you failed to check all closets for the possibility of someone hiding.

“…Crap.” You let out a small squeak and gasped when the person behind you wrapped a broad arm around your waist, encircling you like the prey you were, and making you feel weak and helpless under their grasp. “…Please don’t hurt me, I…I…”

Your eyes widened when you suddenly felt a wet rag cover your mouth, your throat letting out several muffled screams, as the smell of something foreign entered your nose and knocked you out.

The last thing you felt before you blacked, was the feeling of strong arms hoisting you up into the air, and draping you over someone’s broad shoulders…

You had no idea how much time had passed. Your head was throbbing, and your stomach was doing flips when you finally came to your senses. From what you could feel, you were on some mattress on the ground, located in some abandoned shed, as you realized you were somewhere not in your cabin…

Every inch of your body was sore from the chloroform, your senses all drugged up as you groggily looked around at your surroundings. Your heart nearly stopped when you saw a woman in the corner busy sharpening her machete, her back turned to you as she didn’t notice you waking up from your slumber. You had to get out of here, and if you could somehow sneak by the woman without her noticing, you could try and book it to the next town over, not caring about how long it took.

Taking a shallow breath, you were about to begin sneaking away, when the woman suddenly turned around and made dead eye contact with you.

What the fuck.

Adrenaline coursed through your entire body as you saw the woman’s appearance for the very first time. She was tall, accompanied by an athletic figure that hunched over you in a way that made you feel incredibly weak. What was most noticeable about her however, was the chipped, bloody hockey mask she wore to obscure her identity. Her breathing came out in ragged, heavy pants as she stared at you with the look of a predator ready to take its next prey.

“I…uh…” you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Fingers trembling the longer you stared. “I’m sorry for anything I might’ve done to anger you. I didn’t mean to discover the body…I just…I wanted to be safe…and…”

You squeaked when she leaned closer, her figure towering over yours as you had no choice but to lean back against the bed. She was so, so close, breathing heavily above you as all you could see was her hockey mask and her ridiculously shiny machete. “Ah…I’m sorry…” you meekly said again, tears beginning to spill out of your eyes and leak past your chin. “I don’t want to die now…I didn’t even get to start my job…”

You sniffed and closed your eyes, bracing for the impact of the machete hitting your face, only to grow confused when it never came.

“…Huh?”

Instead, what touched your face was the warm, gentle caress of the killer woman in front of you. Her large, calloused hands moving up to wipe your tears away, as she hushed for you to calm down with that quiet voice of hers.

“…Don’t cry.” She says in a muffled voice, leaning back to grab something from a jar. “Candy.”

She extends her hand out to you and holds out a little wrapped candy for you to take, acting all nonchalant as if she didn’t just brutally massacre your roommate right in front of you.

“…I, uh…”

Sensing your hesitance, the masked woman gently nudged the candy against your cheek. “Candy.” She repeated, tilting her head a little when you didn’t take it. “…Do you not like candy?”

“Oh. Well…” you were growing confused at the escalating conversation, unsure if this was a trick or some kind of ploy to get you to trust her. “…Thank you?”

In the end, you decided to play along and take the candy offered from her hand. Seeing how you accepted her gift, she nodded and reached over to pat your head like a little puppy, clearly happy with the way you allowed her to treat you. Now that you are no longer crying, the masked killer stands up and goes back to sharpening her machete, leaving you alone and puzzling you once more with how gentle she was being in comparison to the other people.

I mean, just a few hours ago she had brutally murdered most —if not all— your coworkers in the camp you were supposed to work at. How is it that she was being so gentle with you now? Was there something special to you that made her become so lenient?

“…” A deft silence overcame the two of you and you had no choice but to look around the shed in curiosity. Noticing a faded newspaper by your feet, you reached down to pick it up and read the blaring headline on the front.

“Kid drowns at Camp Crystal Lake due to negligent counselors.”

Your eyes widen slightly once you read it, your coworker’s faint recalling of the urban legend playing back on your mind.

“A girl identified as Raiden Makoto was found dead after she drowned in Camp Crystal Lake waters. No lifeguards or counselors were seen at the time of the drowning, and she was confirmed dead due to negligence of Camp Crystal Lake staff.”

Besides the text was a faded photo of a young girl with long, purple, braided hair. She smiled so beautifully at the camera, so youthful and innocent. Her death was so abrupt, and you couldn’t help but feel bad as you realized the supposed urban legend was actually true.

…However, the longer you stared at the faded photo, the more you began to realize how similar she looked to the masked woman in front of you. That long, purple, braided hair matched the hair of the woman sharpening her machete, and you swallowed in realization of the discovery you had just made.

“You’re…the kid who drowned all those years ago.” You say softly, looking up at the woman. “You’re Raiden Makoto.”

You could visibly see the woman tense up, slowly turning around to face you. With a few heavy footsteps, she walks over to you once more and shakes her head no, pointing at the girl in the photo.

“My sister.” Is all she says, looking down at you with that solemn expression.

“…Your sister?” Your eyes lit up and you suddenly felt a wave of guilt. “I’m…I’m so sorry for your loss.”

The woman in front of you tilted her head slightly, as if comprehending the fact you actually felt sorry for her. “…It’s okay.” She says calmly, patting your head once more and taking the newspaper from your hands. “I got my revenge.”

Your eyes lit up when she said that, and the pieces slowly fell into place.

“…So, that’s why you’ve been killing my coworkers.” Your breath trembled as full realization came to your senses. “You’ve been killing all the counselors at Camp Crystal Lake…for your sister…”

The masked woman nods slowly and kneels down in front of you so she could be eye level with your face. Your sense of fear was slowly dying down, and you couldn’t help but think the woman was a bit cute with the way she was presenting herself in front of you. “…Is there a reason you haven’t killed me?” You ask softly, keeping a level tone so you wouldn’t startle her.

The woman nods once more, patting your head and lowering her gaze.

“You are nice.” She says calmly, rubbing the top of your head with her palm, “And responsible…and pretty…”

Your cheeks flushed a little when she called you pretty.

“You think I’m pretty?” You asked gently.

The woman nods.

“Oh…” your face burns hotter at the compliment and you couldn’t help but smile slightly. “What’s your name, if I may ask?”

“…Ei.” She says quietly, almost a bit hesitant with the way she paused. “Raiden Ei.”

“Ei…” the way you said her name sent shivers down her spine. The fact that her name was being uttered by a beautiful girl like you was enough to get the killer to swoon. “I like that name.”

Ei looked up at you with the most adoring of eyes. Even though her hockey mask covered up most of her expressions, you could tell you hit a soft spot with the way she looked at you with such loving eyes.

“I like you.” She says calmly, leaning down to stare at you a bit closer, almost towering over you to the point she was pinning you to the bed. “…You are…sweet. Like candy.”

You unconsciously let out a small giggle at her words. Somehow you had forgotten she was an insane, brutal serial killer, but all that melted away with the way she looked at you so lovingly. “Can I…see your face?” You asked tenderly, hesitantly reaching a hand up to caress her blood-stained mask. Ei flinched a little when she felt you reaching for her mask, as she had never let anyone get so close to her without dying. She looked conflicted, silently panicking on what to do as she didn’t want to horrify you with her face and scare you off.

Sensing her hesitance, you smiled comfortingly and cupped her mask. “I won’t judge you,” you say calmly, trying to soothe the woman’s fears and insecurities. “If you aren’t comfortable, I won’t pry it off you.”

As you moved your hand away however, you suddenly felt Ei’s hand wrap around yours, almost begging for you to come back.

“W-Wait…” her voice cracked slightly and she shyly moves your hand back to rest on her mask. “I want…I want to…”

You blush at the way she’s calling for you, shakily moving your other hand to grasp at the back of her mask. Your breathing was quick and shallow, the position between you two a lot more intimate than what you were used to. “O…Okay…”

With a steady hand, you unclasped the back of her hockey mask and watched as it gently fell from her face. A gasp caught itself in your throat, as you admired the slasher’s face in all its bare beauty.

Ei was beautiful.

“You’re…quite the sight,” you chuckle softly, admiring the way her facial features glistened from the window of the shed. “Have you…never seen yourself before?”

Ei shakes her head no.

“That’s a shame.” You smile softly, reaching up to caress the surprisingly soft skin of her cheek. “You’re beautiful.”

Her breath hitches when you call her beautiful, and Ei can’t help but be drawn closer to you with the way you allured her. She had always admired you from afar when she was plotting your coworkers’ downfall, and to have you sitting there right in front of her was just too tempting to resist.

Like a magnet, Ei takes a deep breath before slowly moving in to brush her lips against your face. When she sees you flinch but not back away, she takes it as a sign to keep going, wrapping a strong arm around your waist before slowly inching forward to claim what she desires.

She kisses you. Gently so while keeping you pressed firmly against her body with her strength, almost as if she were scared of letting you go. You were definitely surprised to say the least, the tall woman’s lips pushing roughly against you until you lost balance and fell over onto the bed. As your back hit the soft plushness of the mattress, Ei let out a small groan and climbed on top of you to continue kissing you, sloppily trying to slip her tongue in to taste you, before getting playfully pushed away by your soft little palms.

“Hey, hey…” you chuckled softly, watching as her face scrunched up in confusion. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

Ei bites her lip for a moment and hesitantly shakes her head no, causing you to stifle a laugh from your lips. “Pfft…don’t worry, I’ll show you,” you say reassuringly, holding onto one of her hands and cupping her fingers tenderly. “These are what you’ll be using most of the time when pleasing another woman.” You explain, running your fingers up and down hers. You took notice of how rough and calloused they were from working out in the woods, not to mention how big her fingers were compared to yours, as you couldn’t help but imagine her stuffing each wide digit inside you.

‘That’s gonna need some prep…’ you thought to yourself, slowly moving her hand down so she could cup your breast. “Here. You want to do some foreplay on a woman before doing anything super intimate with her. Foreplay is important, as it— ahh…!”

Ei suddenly gave your breast a squeeze and started fondling it like instinct. If this was her first time being with a woman, you couldn’t tell, because she had already stuffed her hands under your shirt and started fondling you through the confines of your bra.

“Haah…wait—!” You couldn’t help but let out a groan when she eagerly slid her hands under your bra, calloused fingers rubbing harshly against the sensitive buds of your nipples and twisting them in ways that had you gripping at her back. “I think…I can figure it out.” Was all Ei said before smirking down at you with confidence. That facade of acting all cute in front of you now long gone, as she was determined to wreck you on this little mattress of hers.

“W-Wait—! There’s no need to be so ro— mhnnn…!” Your head lolled back in pleasure when Ei suddenly yanked your shirt up and pulled your bra top down. Rough hands engulfing your chest to give it a firm squeeze, and pinning you down to the mattress with little to no effort.

“Can I…Can I keep going?” Ei asks softly, a sharp contrast to the way she was brutally manhandling your tits.

“You…nngh…I guess so…” you pathetically whimpered out, still in shock with how she managed to flip the roles so easily.

At your approval, Ei nods and moves her head down to begin suckling dark hickies all over your stomach, tongue lapping over the smooth surface of your belly and making you whine with how rough she was treating you. It didn’t hurt by any means necessary, but you did feel your mind slowly break into submission for letting Ei use you as she pleased. ‘Crap…she’s so rough…’ you couldn’t help but think, letting out another whine when her hands suddenly gripped your thighs.

“I need…I need more…” you hear Ei groan, practically growling into your ear before tugging at your shorts. “Can I pull them off? Please, please?”

She was almost grunting in your ear with how bad she wanted you, burying her face against your neck like a dog in heat. You couldn’t bring yourself to ever say no to her, so you nodded enthusiastically before cupping her face. “Go ahead, Ei. I’m all yours…just be gentle…”

Oh the look on Ei’s face when you told her you were hers. It was like a primal desire had awakened in her, as she tore off your shorts with little to no effort and hoisted your legs up to saddle around her shoulders. You let out a yelp when you felt her rip your shorts so violently, and you couldn’t help but whine to her since they were your favorite shorts.

“Ei…!”

“I’ll…find you some new ones.”

She was clearly distracted with the way her eyes landed on your panties, licking her lips at the sight before looking up at you for one last request of permission.

“May I…?” She asks quietly, the hunger glowing in her eyes with the way she so desperately wanted to devour you.

“…Of course.” You say softly, taking a breather and lying back against the mattress. “Just promise to go slow, you have wide fingers…”

Ei smiles at this compliment before moving down to slide your panties up until they dangle at the ankle of your leg. Her mouth instantly waters at the sight of your exposed cunt, and she has to stop herself from just plunging her fingers inside you to feel how tight you’d be around her.

‘Slow…’ she has to remind herself, pressing a large thumb over your clit. ‘Slow…’

She catches the way your lips part when she presses over your clit, and Ei can’t help but groan at the sight. She stares at the way your essence begins dripping out of your hole, and the more she plays with you, the more slick your pussy gets while she spreads your lower lips open.

“Pretty…” you head Ei mumble, before gently easing one of her wide fingers inside you. “And t-tight…” She whimpers a little when she feels you squeeze so wonderfully around her, her groans growing more shallow as she eases her way inside of you.

Ei’s fingers were wide, but definitely not as wide as you thought as one finger alone was enough to stretch you pretty far. Your hands were left clinging desperately to the woman’s broad shoulders, taking in sharp breaths to accommodate the large stretch of her giant fingers fucking you raw. “Ei…” you breathed out softly, burying your face into the skin of her neck, “Slower…please…”

Ei couldn’t help but pout a little at your words. Slower? You wanted her to go even slower? She wanted to fuck you as rough as she could, but she understood that a human as delicate as you needed some time to adjust to something of her size.

“Oh…okay…” Ei says softly, going at a much slower pace until she feels you growing more relaxed. “Is this good?”

You let out a few pleasured sighs of ecstasy, and nodded your head to show how good she was making you feel. “Yes, Ei.” You whispered softly, letting out a small moan when the tip of her finger pushed up against a certain spot. “This is good.”

Feeling proud of herself, Ei continues until she feels you are wet enough and decides to push a second finger in to see if you could take two at the same time.

You could. And with the added pressure of a wider girth expanding your walls, you couldn’t help but buckle your knees and cling onto Ei more tightly. “Goodness, Ei,” you breathed out heavily, watching as her thick fingers sunk deep into you with every thrust and bounce, “For someone who hasn’t done this before, you certainly learn quickly…”

Ei smiles proudly when you compliment her sex skills, and decides to push her luck by shoving a third wide finger to see how much you could take.

The moment you feel an added width to your already large pair of fingers, you feel your senses go into overdrive as she begins pounding all three fingers as deep as they could go.

“E-Ei! Ei w-wait—!” You let out a whine as she continues fucking you with no other care in the world. While Ei definitely tried to go as slow as she could to appease your sensitivity, she eventually caved to her own carnal instincts and resorted to fucking you wild like a dog in heat.

“Nngh…hnn…” With each wet thrust, Ei let out a grunt that had you dripping over the mattress, the palm of her hand slapping against your ass, as she brought you closer and closer to your impending orgasm. “Please be close…please…please…”

She moves her fingers harder against your cunt, before feeling you tense up around her fingers and cream all over her hand. The moans you let out were simply delectable, and Ei couldn’t help but groan in her own world of pleasure before pulling her fingers out to have a taste.

As you recover from the intense orgasm you just had, Ei sticks her fingers into her mouth and licks your cum off her digits. The sight of such a tall, dangerous woman seductively sucking your cum off her fingers had you dripping wet once more, whining at the sight of her humming in pleasure before leaning down to kiss you.

“Tasty…” Ei murmurs against your lips, the tall woman gripping your waist and pulling you down so that she was spooning you from behind. “You taste so good…”

You tried catching your breath as she wraps her arms around you and plants sweet kisses against the back of your head. The adrenaline and fatigue of tonight having finally caught up with you as you slowly felt your eyes drift close in the comfort of your new lover’s arms.

“Are you…going to stay with me now…?” Ei asks softly, brushing your hair back and staring at you with the sweetest of eyes. You gazed up at her with a half lidded smile, the deaths of your coworkers no longer a matter to you as you only needed Ei in your life and Ei alone.

“I’ll stay.” You say sleepily, enjoying the way Ei held onto you and snuggled you deeper against her chest. “Don’t worry, I’m not leaving anytime soon.”

Ei smiled at this and took a deep breath, taking in the scent of your recently shampooed hair, before closing her eyes and mumbling.

“Good.”

#raiden ei smut #raiden ei x reader #ei smut #ei x reader #genshin smut #slasher au #genshin x reader #genshin women smut #genshin women x reader #genshin impact imagines

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sethsclearwater · 7 months ago

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Hi again!! Loved the Paul head-canon it was EXACTLY how I imagined ittt.

I have a head canon for Seth! If reader was in a pouty/stubborn mood he would definitely be doing anything and everything to make her laugh or even just a tiny smile. 100%!

Like say they’re at a campfire and she’s in a pouty mood and everyone around her obviously notices, he’d be bringing marshmallows to toast and everything (since he’s such a sweetheart) and eventually she’d crack. I meannn who could resist Seth??

-⭐️

this man has my whole heart😭

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by now the entire pack was well aware that you were not to be fucked with. on the way to the pack's near weekly bonfire at first beach, you and kim had managed to be the butt end of one of jared's never-ending pranks which led to you both getting absolutely soaked by emily's garden hose.

while kim went off on jared for fucking up her hair, seth had quickly found you and pulled you aside so he could swap clothes with you. you weren't entirely sure what made him make that decision but now he was wearing your sweatshorts that were definitely too short for him while you wore his t-shirt and sweatpants that were definitely too big for you.

in your grumpiness, you had plopped down in the sand next to emily and sam who were lost in their own world with each other. you leaned back against one of the many pieces of driftwood while you pouted over your undergarments and hair still being soaked. seth couldn't have minded though, not wasting anytime before he was striding over to you, a golden smile on his face and what looked like all the ingredients to make s'mores in his hands.

you were pretty close to breaking but held up a strong front, arms crossed over your chest with a pout on your face as he came and sat down on the log behind you so he could sit with you between his legs.

he didn't say anything, just sliding one hand over your shoulder to gently massage at the muscle there while he figured out how to get a marshmallow impaled on a stick with his other hand. seth knew how to read you by now and was well aware that asking you what was wrong would only add fuel to the fire so he remained quiet as he successfully impaled the marshmallow and handed the stick to you.

"can you hold this for a sec?" he asked, giving your shoulder another gentle squeeze when you hummed and nodded, still not too interested in talking.

while you held the marshmallow over the fire, seth snapped the graham cracker and chocolate in half with his free hand, the other one still dutifully massaging your shoulder. after a few moments, you allowed your shoulders to drop, letting out a soft sigh as you let yourself lean back into him, resting your head against his thigh.

seth slid his hand up to your hair, gently scratching your scalp and stroking his fingers through your hair while you two silently waited for the marshmallow to toast.

once you both decided it was brown enough, seth slid his free hand over yours, taking the stick from you so he could assemble your s'more for you. you weren't entirely sure how he managed to do it all with one hand but you weren't too concerned, instead basking in the warmth of the fire while seth's fingers continued to work wonders on your scalp.

"for my pretty girl," seth mused after a moment, beaming as he handed you his perfected s'more. you couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corner of your lips.

you took the s'more from him, sitting up so you could peek over your shoulder and look up at him. he was sporting a soft smile despite the fact that you knew he definitely had to be uncomfortable with the way your soaked shorts were clinging to him, "thank you," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the wet fabric which had seth letting out a breathy laugh.

"anything to make my pretty girl feel better," he mused, leaning down to press a kiss to your hair, "now can we get outta here? i'm pretty sure i ripped these when i sat down," he said, both of you laughing when you realized how uncomfortable he definitely was.

"yes please," you laughed, allowing him to take your free hand and help you up while you held the s'more with the other, more than happy to snack on it on the short drive back to your apartment.

#seth clearwater #seth clearwater x reader #seth clearwater imagine #seth clearwater blurb #seth clearwater fluff #seth clearwater angst #twilight #the twilight saga #twilight imagine #imagine #blurb #fluff #angst

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atruewarrior · 5 days ago

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Drabble challenge 2024 | Day 7: Marshmallow character: levi ackerman

When the marshmallows start turning a golden brown, everyone around the campfire whoas.

Sasha, Jean, and Connie are the first to approach Onyankopon. Their screams only get louder when they taste the confectionery.

Beside you, Levi clicks his tongue. "So easily impressed."

"But it's good." You bring the marshmallow you've been roasting to his mouth. "Here."

He's so startled his mind goes blank; instinctively his lips part, teeth sinking into the piece as he slides it off the stick.

Cheeks warm, he avoids your gaze, chewing slowly.

"Well?"

You're so close again. And so oblivious.

"Not bad," he mumbles.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi x you #levi drabbles #aot drabbles #drabblechallenge2024 #me writes

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qtubbo · 11 months ago

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Morning crew and eggs going camping, and Tubbo starts setting up all the tents with the kids, getting them to do little tasks in a fun way, promising to take care of them while Fit and Pac take a hike. He tells the kiddos that they're canoodling out in the woods, in a jokingly spiteful tone. Ramon and Empanada punch him in the arm, till they all have a giggle fit. Fit and Pac genuinely are just having a walk before they find a lake, and they sit by the shore. Pac jumps into the water fully clothed once he finds a deep zone to cannonball; Fit laughs a bit before taking off his shirt and heading in to join him.

They get back hours later than they meant to, heading back to camp and seeing everyone just roasting marshmallows by the campfire. Ramon and Tubbo are trying to teach Empanada and Sunny how to roast marshmallows without burning themselves. Richas instead trying to subtly melt marshmallows, to put in Tubbo’s hair. Pac and Fit go to sit around the fire, with Pac taking a squirming Richas into his arms, pressing him to his chest, and rambling about how much he missed him. Ramon going to lean on Fit’s side, pushing under his arm a little bit, just enough to block the chilly winds.

Tubbo set up two tents so they could all sleep with their kids, but when Tubbo tries to set up his spot, Fit and Pac start goading him into sleeping between them. Giggling away about how Morning Crew has to stick close, and how Tubbo is like their Jesus. Then the eggs pile in, all their blankets covering the whole tent. Everyone sleeps safe and warm together.

#qsmp #Qsmp tubbo #qsmp pac #qsmp fit #morning crew #mini morning crew

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bchan95 · 6 months ago

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Campfire (Bang Chan x Y/N)

Chan could still see specks of her dark brown eyes over the bright flames in front of him. He takes a drink of his water and sighs to himself as he watches your eyes crinkle as she giggles at something his friend says. You playfully shove him and your cheeks burn as bright as the light in front of you.

He knows that this shouldn't upset him. He should be happy that his friends are getting along, but he couldn't help but feel the anxiety bubble up in his chest.

Changbin lightly shoves him on his left, pulling him from his trance. His friend has a smirk pulled across his face and Chan rolls his eyes, really hoping that his friend doesn't say what he thinks he will.

"When are you going to tell her?"

Chan's forehead scrunches as he downs another drink of water. He thinks about it for a minute before responding.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't play stupid, Chan."

He runs a hand through his hair, his eyes darting back over to the two in front of him. Their giggles had settled, and you were focused on the roasting marshmallow in front of you. The side of his lip curls upward as he watches your face contort into a focused stare, your tongue peering out of your mouth as you twist the stick.

Your eyes meet his for a moment and a soft smile replaces that struggle. He smiles back, hoping that on your end you can't see the way that goosebumps rose up on his forearms. He shoots you a wink and then looks back over at his friend, trying to steady his heartbeat.

"I will... I just..."

Changbin sighs, placing a hand on Chan's shoulder "You gotta have more confidence dude," his eyes jet over to you and then back to him. "It's clear she's interested... and I know you are... so just don't let fear hold you back."

Chan sighs, nodding as Changbin stands. His bandmate walks toward the cabin behind them. He lets the silence overtake the conversation for a moment before he feels a presence next to him again.

He turns to see you smiling, a s'more in your hand and chocolate on the corner of your lip. He giggles as you hold it out to him like an art project. He nods, clapping for you. You fake a bow and take another bite.

"Y/N," He starts, meeting your eyes again. You look over at him wide-eyed.

His hand lifts to meet the corner of your smile, wiping the sweet residue from your cheek. He can't help but smile as he sees a light pink tint to your cheeks at his touch. He wipes his hand off on his jeans and looks back at you.

"There, perfect."

You hold eye contact for a moment as you slowly chew your treat and he watches you carefully. After a few moments of quiet, you speak softly.

"Channie, do I still have something on my face again?"

He shakes his head, leaning in toward you. He heard a little gasp and smiled brightly before bringing a hand up to graze your cheek. Your eyes widened at the touch, opening your mouth to speak.

Chan stopped you by pressing his lips to yours, making you almost drop your s'more. You melted into his touch, feeling your lips move together for a few moments in the quiet.

When you both pulled away, cheeks and lips burning, you looked down at your hand. You help up the crunched square to him with a smile.

"I am not trying to complain..." You started with a giggle. "But if I would have dropped this, it would have been your first and last kiss."

He laughed, moving his hand to your thigh and staying close to you. You take another bite and then offer it to him. He chews it slowly, watching as you beam at him.

"Well," he starts with a smirk pulling at his lips. "Since it was still in tact..."

You giggle, leaning in and letting him pull you back in for another soft kiss in the firelight.

#stray kids fanfic #stray kids fanfiction #bang chan x y/n #bang chan x reader #bang chan fanfic #bang chan fluff #bangchan x y/n #stray kids x y/n #bang chan x oc #bang chan

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liillyliilly · 4 months ago

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Marshmallow Madness

bokuto koutarou x reader words; 1482 synopsis; Marshmallows are one way to lift Bokuto Koutarou’s mood. The other being Y/n, but what happens when the two get mixed?

Fukurodani celebrates almost all of their special occasions with a campfire and s’mores.

Y/n has always been fond of the little tradition, since it was a way to connect with the team members of the volleyball club outside of school and volleyball matches.

Seeing as it was Bokuto’s birthday, everyone decided to get together and spend the night in his backyard roasting marshmallows and sharing their favorite stories of Bokuto. Y/n sat in her camp chair, soaking in the warm fire and the presence of her closest friends.

Laughter was floating around in the air like a perfume made of happiness. Y/n sipped on her hot chocolate and let the dense milk chocolate coat her throat in a soothing manner. Closing her eyes for a moment before opening them, slightly surprised to see Bokuto standing in front of her. When she jumped slightly, Bokuto chuckled before using his left thumb to wipe away the small whipped cream mustache that Y/n had grown after drinking some of her liquid confidence.

“You had a little something on your face.” Bokuto explained before falling down into the chair next to Y/n, which only made her heart race further. The way her heart hit her own chest was like some kind of self-punishment for having a crush on Bokuto Koutarou. But before she could even wish him a happy birthday, Bokuto hopped out of the seat and ran off to go talk with some of the other Fukurodani volleyball team members.

How could a teenage boy be so suave? But especially a teenage boy who was known for going into an 'emo' mood when things didn't go his way. She begged for the universe to make more sense. She begged her heart to see the logical fallacy, that Bokotu's behavior wasn't smooth but rather rather clumsy and geeky. Who was she fooling?

As a sort of teasing exchange, Bokuto had his hair pulled into two pigtails on either side of his head, and Akaashi had a pair of marker eyebrows drawn on to make him look angry. So, everyone couldn’t help but giggle when Akaashi turned around to ask a question.

“Anyone want the last s’more?” Akaashi waved the treat around on a plate as if he was offering up a sacrifice to the heavens. Y/n raised her hand lightly, before shrugging and giving an offhanded statement of how she hadn’t had one yet.

Munching on the dry graham cracker, silky chocolate, and spongy marshmallow, Y/n realized that this was the best s’more she had ever had. Licking her lips and smiling, she stood up and walked over to the campfire to compliment Akaashi on his expert s’more making skills when Bokuto started rambling.

“AKAASHI!!! Did you save that s’more for me like I asked? I’m ready for it now.” Bokuto giddily moved from side to side as he awaited a prize that would never come along. Y/n felt all the color out of her face drain. And suddenly the s’more in her mouth turned to solid rock as she tried to figure out what to do next. Swallowing what remained of the dessert, Y/n pressed her lips into a straight line and tried not to slink away from this confrontation.

“Um, Bokuto, about your s’more. Akaashi gave it to me.” Y/n clasped her hands behind her back. Bokuto slumped his shoulders, before perking back up again. The way the fire’s orange light glowed on him made him look like he was painted with streaks of pure sunlight.

If her eyes were shining with hearts, she's grateful that no one made a comment on it.

“Hey, it's okay, you can just help me find where I put the extra bag of marshmallows inside my house.” Without a second thought Bokuto dragged Y/n into his house. While Bokuto scrambled around opening and then slamming cupboard doors closed, Y/n decided to meander over to a wall that was covered in pictures.

In one of them was a younger Bokuto, with a large gap where his two front teeth should have been, he was sticking his tongue over the empty space. She giggled while tracing his little button nose from the glass covered image. Another image was an older Bokuto, his elbows were bloody but he was still smiling, a discarded bicycle sat in the background of the picture. The next image made Y/n pause, it was one of her and Bokuto. They were barely first years and she was wearing her hair in that god-awful style that she still cringes over.

Bokuto had wanted to put his arm around her in the picture so she obliged and also set her arm on his shoulders. They were acne ridden and unaware of the future, staying stuck in the present rather than worrying over college entrance exams or even having a breakdown over volleyball. The picture wasn’t that weird, but the thing that made it different was the little heart drawn between their heads.

Y/n knew that Bokuto had drawn it because of the little tail on the heart that dipped down slightly further than necessary. In his crooked handwriting, at the bottom of the image were the words: Love you to the moon and back Y/n! It was a cheesy statement, but she wondered if the words still held the same meaning as they did when he was a first year. Had his feelings changed? Or was she destined to remain a mere friend to Bokuto?

“Y/n! Come here please!” Bokuto urged. Y/n brushed her hand over the wooden picture frame before going into the kitchen. Bokuto was standing with his hands on his hips, and a forlorn expression plastered onto his face.

“No marshmallows then?” Y/n asked, mimicking Bokuto’s stance. She let out a long sigh before speaking up, “I really am very sorry about eating your s’more Bo. I should've waited, it's your birthday after all.”

Bokuto tugged on the cuffs of his long sleeve shirt before taking a step forward. “It’s okay, I don’t really mind. But there is something that I’ve been wanting for my birthday for years, and I think you can give that to me instead.”

“It better not be too expensive. I spent a lot of money on ramen last week when you and I hung out.” Y/n pouted, before poking Bokuto in the arm as a tease. In reality, she knew that she would be willing to drop any amount of money for Bokuto. Always trying to pay him back for one thing or another, and for most of her life she was just trying to pay him back for all the love she received from him.

When Bokuto kept walking forward, Y/n backed up slightly, only to bump into the kitchen island. Bokuto set his hands on either side of her body, gripping the granite counter loosely. He refused to look her in the eyes, instead staring at the space beside her head.

“I’ve wanted this for years, but I only want it if you want it too. Because otherwise it would just be really creepy.” He chuckled, a sad laugh that hit lowly on her heart. Y/n used her hand to move his head so that he would meet her eyes with his ones of melted gold.

The house was deadly quiet, a stark contrast from all the laughter and meaningless chatter from the backyard. Glancing down to her lips, Bokuto flushed before rushing to meet her eyes again. Y/n licked her lips, applying a glossy sheen to them.

“Just so I make this clear for you, once we kiss, we aren’t just friends anymore.” Y/n whispered.

“I know. We’re going to be boyfriend and girlfriend.” Bokuto was drained of any melancholy that had ever been present.

“If that’s what you want.” Y/n cupped his face with her hand and Bokuto leaned into her soft touch.

As Bokuto pressed his lips to hers, she felt entirely weightless. She wanted to keep the feeling of his lips on hers to be embalmed through a snarling sweetness. Bokuto only broke away from the kiss because he was smiling too much. He laughed and suddenly Y/n started to laugh with him, Bokuto ran a hand through his hair, only to be greeted with the pigtails from earlier. Y/n tugged the hair ties out gently, letting Bokuto run his hands through his hair to adjust his hair as he saw fit.

“Your lips taste like marshmallows.” Bokuto licks his lips before giving a pleased hum. He rests his hands on her hips, "There's another thing I want for my birthday."

"Hm?"

"But I think it'll have to wait until your 18th birthday."

"HM???"

He just brought her into another kiss, deeper and with more promise in it.

#marshmallows #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #bokuto #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #fluff #its just so cute #lilly's red string of fate

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cas-kingdom · 4 months ago

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For drabble requests can you write

“This means war, my dear.” And “You better run!”

With The Witcher? Maybe centered around Lambert and R pretty please? 🥰

A/N: I wrote this with my OC, Akela. (Switched the dialogue prompt up a bit).

"You know this means war."

The disgruntled voice seemed most unnatural when accompanying a ginger witcher with his arms full of pillows. Still, Lambert made sure he got his point across, glaring at each witcher he passed on his way to the pitiful campfire in the centre, as though they weren't as imprisoned as he was. He dropped the pillows and stretched his hands out towards the flames, getting them as close as possible without burning himself, and then flopped miserably on the cold, cold ground.

Eskel rolled his eyes as he helped the five-year-old on his lap stretch her marshmallow on a stick closer to the flames. "Don't be so dramatic."

"Dramatic?" Lambert, if it was possible, seemed even more unimpressed. "It's so fucking cold out here I'm going to wake up with blue balls."

"It's Akela's birthday, and Akela wants to sleep outside. So, we sleep outside."

The ginger grumbled something under his breath and pulled his knees to his chest. He wasn't wrong - the wind was glacial - but if there was one thing that could force a group of monster-killing machines out into the biting air, it was Akela.

"And where's Geralt, huh?" Lambert continued. "If we're going to freeze our asses off out here for his kid then-"

Geralt silenced him with a prompt whack to the back of his head as he passed, holding an Akela-sized sheepskin coat in his hands. "I'm here. Stop complaining. Akela, put this on."

Vesemir smiled ironically warmly. "A bit of cold never hurt anyone," he said, attempting unsuccessfully to mask his shivering. "Hm, Little Wolf? What do you say? Will you go and give Lambert a big, warm hug?"

A toothy grin spread across Akela's face. She dropped the marshmallow stick and clambered off Eskel's lap before racing over to Lambert, whose shoulders seemed to slacken ever so slightly as she leapt into his arms.

Lambert squeezed her. "Thanks, brat," he said, "but this doesn't change a thing."

Eskel shuffled closer to Vesemir and Geralt. Around them, shivering witchers were grappling between appeasing the girl they all loved so dearly, and vaulting back indoors.

Silently, he leaned towards them. "You realise she will want to go indoors again in half an hour or so?"

Vesemir wrapped his arms around his body and stretched his facial muscles, vaguely realising he felt quite numb. "Oh, we're all counting on it," he said. "So are Lambert's balls."

Witcher Masterpost

#the witcher #lambert #lambert x reader #reader #reader fic #daughter reader #daughter!reader #teen reader #teen!reader #witcher #geralt #geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #mine #eskel #Vesemir #Vesemir x reader #eskel x reader

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awanderingmuse-fandom · 2 months ago

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Off The Marshamallow Stick and Into the Campfire

Chapter 29

Fandom: Outer Wilds

Summary: The light of the exploding singularity is brighter than anything Obsidian has ever imagined. Breathtaking as a spark of hope when they thought everything was lost. Obsidian would know, they’d worn that feeling like a second skin, loop, after loop, after loop. The feeling still holds them even as pure light, pure possibility, consumes them. Then, nothing.

Obsidian wakes up…

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Major Character Death, severe injury, trauma, Existentialism, aftermath of trauma, alcohol use, references to suicide, mentions of substance abuse

Characters: Player Character (Obsidian), Gabbro, Hal, Gossan, Marl, Gneiss, Chert, Hornfels, Riebeck, Slate, Esker, Feldspar, Porphy, Rutile, Micha

Tags: Aftermath of the End of The Universe, Cannon Continuation, Gabbro didn’t just sit on Giant’s Deep the whole time, Player Character and Gabbro are friends, Science Compels Us to Explore the Multiverse, everyone lives kinda, things I wish the game let happen, liberties taken with in game timeliness and mechanics for easier write-a-bility, physics, metaphysics, fluff, hurt comfort, slice of life, Multiple POV, Tragedy, Character Death, Echoes of Eye Spoilers, Suicide Attempt, Adventure, Substance Abuse, No Beta We Die Like the Universe, A Bit of Prose for Flavor, All the writers and artists in this Fandom are amazing and y'all gave me brain rot

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“Good, you’re here!” Hal exclaims when they join them. “We were talking about Pye.” Riebeck declares not unexpectedly. “I’ve told you two everything I know.” Obsidian starts tiredly. “No, we know that!” Hal says patting Obsidian on the arm sympathetically. “The Village's questions are really getting to you, huh?” “I just need to get away from it for a bit, I think.” Obsidian says. “I think The Village needs to get away from it for a bit.” Hal grumbles. “I caught Porphy worrying about if Nomai drank sap wine this morning.”

#outer wilds #outer wilds spoilers #outer wilds fic #hatchling #gabbro #hal #riebeck #the muse writes #off the marshmallow stick and into the campfire

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fiona-fififi · 5 months ago

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Please may I have "Your hands are warm."?

Picture me asking like this btw

Well, this took me absolutely forever, but here's a silly little something that is basically just exclusively Buckley-Diaz family fluff. I know this probably is not what you had in mind, but this is where it took me. Hopefully, it's something. 💚

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Title: Warmth

Rating: G

Fandom: 9-1-1

Pairing: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Summary: A tiny little fluffy snapshot of a Buckley-Diaz family camping trip and a chilly night out by the campfire. (Just fyi, the whole camping thing is mostly just vibes, I never actually really incorporated it in any significant way.)

Notes: The prompt "Your hands are warm" is from this list of Dialogue and “Scenario” Prompts.

Buckley-Diaz family, established relationship, fluff, ficlet, prompt fill

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“Mmm, stay?” Eddie requests, snuggling down into the blanket wrapped around his shoulders and nuzzling into Buck's touch. “Your hands are warm.”

Buck chuckles at that, shifting his hands from Eddie's neck to cup his jaw and tilt his chin back gently, leaning over until they're practically nose to nose. “Don't you think maybe it's time to head inside? You're freezing.”

“Can't,” Eddie teases, grinning up at him with that silly smile Buck adores, “Chris isn't ready to head in yet.”

“Do not drag me into this,” Christopher argues from his spot by the fire. When Buck glances up at him, he is very obviously avoiding even a glance in their direction, and Buck can't help but snort a laugh.

“Your excuse just sold you out,” Buck teases, fingers still against Eddie's jaw. Eddie grins, big and goofy, and Buck can't help but tilt his chin back a little further until he can press a kiss to that pretty mouth.

“Mmm,” Eddie murmurs through a grin as they part, lips so close they brush Buck's as he speaks, “your lips are warm, too.” Buck huffs a laugh against Eddie's mouth at that as Eddie's grin grows and Buck tries to turn it back into a kiss, even as they both succumb to ridiculous giggles.

“Ew.” Christopher's voice breaks their spell, the disgust dripping from his tone written all over his face in the scrunch of his nose and the grimace of his mouth. “NO.” He commands, as he launches a marshmallow at Eddie's head in response to their sappy display. It nails him directly in the nose, bouncing off both of them before it falls to their feet.

Eddie and Buck both only manage to dissolve into further giggles in response, Buck's shoulders shaking enough that he has to bury his face in the crook of Eddie's neck to keep himself upright.

Christopher groans in annoyance and rolls his eyes. “Next time, I'm staying home,” he threatens, with a shake of his head, before he busies himself loading another marshmallow onto the roasting stick in his hand.

Buck barks a laugh at that, forever charmed by Christopher's teasing. “Oh, please, you're having a ball,” he counters, all smiles and red cheeks from some combination of the chill in the air and the warmth in his chest.

“I was until you started making out in front of my marshmallows,” Christopher shoots back, face serious as stone.

Buck full-body cackles in response, throwing his head back and straightening up in the process, and Christopher's face breaks into a grin at that.

Eddie grumbles, Buck's warmth suddenly too far away, and tugs at his arms to bring him closer again. Buck grins, a big, happy smile that stretches wide as he lets Eddie guide him back until he's draped over Eddie's shoulders, and Eddie's wrapping Buck's arms up under the blanket he's still cozied up under. Buck gives him a squeeze, and Eddie lets a hand grip tight to Buck's forearm, leaning back into him with a pleasant shiver. Buck presses a surreptitious little kiss to Eddie's temple, soft smile still dancing on his mouth.

“Okay, kid,” Buck announces after a few pleasant moments of quiet snuggling, keeping himself draped around Eddie, “finish that one up, and then it's time to head inside. Don't want your dad to freeze.”

Christopher gives him a side eye, but he's very clearly trying to hide a grin, and Buck can't help the way his heart swells at just how well they all fit. He's not sure he'll ever get over just how much happiness their little family brings him.

Eddie, always the mind reader, squeezes his arm again to draw his attention, and when Buck shifts to meet his gaze, Eddie is giving him that soft smile Buck loves so much. “I love you,” Eddie mouths, barely any sound to avoid a scolding from Christopher, and Buck's own smile turns soft again for Eddie as he leans in to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

“Love you, too,” Buck promises, whisper quiet, nuzzling back into Eddie's warmth as they watch Christopher continue to pretend to ignore them.

Buck's not sure he's ever been happier.

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#messyhairdiaz #💚💚💚#asks answered #prompt fills #buddie #buddie fic #buckley diaz family #my fic #my writing #i feel like i should have a better tag system for these but alas #warmth

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tunastime · 2 months ago

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“My hands are cold” “is that a pickup line?” And roasting marshmallows 😂

"My hands are cold." "Is that a pickup line?" / roasting marshmallows (917 words) (x)

Behind the monolith, within the ruins of the old castle restructured for flavor and texture to the busy land around them, Etho stokes a fire. The red orange laps at the dark sky above him, haloing a good thirty feet out from him in a warm, amber light. It licks over Bdubs' features, too, shifting the face he knows, catching his shadows, making caricatures. He only glances up every now and again, watching the way Bdubs' eyes find the flame, and find the stars the thin bands of smoke threaten to blot out. Satisfied with the health of the campfire in front of him, Etho shuffles on his knees over to him. His knees are smeared with dirt and grass by the time he collapses back onto his hands near Bdubs' hip and kicks his muddy boots out to the edge of the small ring of rocks holding the fire. Bdubs raises an eyebrow at him.

"Fancy seeing you," he says, a smile playing on his mouth. "Thought you might spend the whole night babyin' the fire."

"No," Etho drawls, shuffling back to sit beside him. "No, I wouldn't."

"I dunno, Etho," Bdubs protests, earning him a solid sock to the shoulder. He wobbles and so does Etho.

"You keep punchin' me and I'm not sharin' my snacks, you meanie-head."

Etho sticks his tongue out. With the mask off and shoved into his jacket pocket, jacket long discarded and tossed to Bdubs' left, he's welcome to make all sorts of faces to annoy Bdubs. It comes with the caveat that Bdubs will actually see him, but regardless. Worth it in the long run.

After a beat, Etho sighs. He tips himself over and back, the back of his head colliding weakly with Bdubs' shoulder. Bdubs makes a small, startled sound as he does, but immediately turns to rest his cheek on the tufts of white hair spilling out of Etho's braid and over his shoulder.

"Hiya, Bdubs," Etho hums, tucking his face a bit into his shoulder, the fluff of his mossy coat. He smells a bit like damp grass. With the moss and dirt and what not.

"Hi, Etho," Bdubs replies, sighing to himself.

Etho holds his hands out, palms out.

“My hands are cold.”

Bdubs snorts.

“What, ‘s that a pick up line?”

Etho giggles, shaking his head.

“No, I’m genuine about that,” he says through laughs. “They’re just cold.”

Scoffing to himself, Bdubs takes his hands in his, making a noise like he’s frowning much too deeply to be good for his face. He rubs his thumbs against the backs of his hands, squeezing them. Etho sighs, letting Bdubs hold his hands and soaking in the little body heat he can feel through the moss.

Bdubs drops his hands with one last squeeze. "You want a snack?"

"Are you deciding to share?" Etho hums.

Bdubs snorts. "Am now. Can't eat all these damn things by myself."

He rustles around for a moment, clearly searching in the small bag beside him as Etho lets his eyes wander to the sky. Though it's somewhat hazy by the smoke, it still sparkles like it always does: mostly void, partially stars. Eventually, Bdubs nudges him with his elbow. Etho sits up slightly, now just leaning into him, rather than pressing himself into his coat. Bdubs raises his eyebrows, holding a marshmallow out to him. Etho makes a small, amused sound.

“Is this what you wanted to make a fire for?” He plucks the marshmallow from his hands.

Bdubs shrugs.

“Maybe,” he grins. “You gotta problem with that?”

Etho shakes his head. Leaning away from him, he pats around for a stick from the kindling, something with a sharp enough edge to stab into the marshmallow. When he does, he sticks it properly, and sticks it into the fire. Bdubs wriggles away to find his own stick, moving about in Etho’s peripheral as Etho watches his marshmallow with a careful eye. Can’t risk it burning.

“How many of these did you even bring?” Etho asks, glancing over at Bdubs an arm’s length from him. Bdubs isn’t watching his marshmallow in so much as he’s watching the fire. It flickers over his face, lighting up in his eyes as he glances up to Etho.

“Enough,” he shrugs, a small smile playing on his face. Etho pulls his stick from the fire, weaseling the now-toasted marshmallow from it’s skewer, getting melted fluff all over his fingers as he attempts to stick it entirely in his mouth. He laughs through a full mouth, watching Bdubs’ marshmallow char around the edge. Bdubs yelps, blows the small fire out, glares over his now-burnt marshmallow at Etho.

“Gotta pay more attention, ‘Dubs,” he garbles through a full mouth. Bdubs waves his stick at him, picking off the bits of charred sugar.

“If I didn’t have’ta fix this thing, oh I’d—Etho—”

Etho squeaks.

“Just eat the burnt bits!” he says as he finally swallows. “You’ll live!”

Crinkling his nose, Bdubs shoves the marshmallow in his mouth. The frown on his face stays stuck as he skewers another marshmallow. Etho watches him for a second, still giggling as Bdubs’ eyes stay glued to the stick and his marshmallow, intent on not burning it. Shifting a little closer, Etho holds out his hands. Bdubs hands him another marshmallow.

“Thank you, Bdubs,” Etho hums. Bdubs makes a noncommittal sound.

“‘M tryn’a focus,” he says. Etho nods.

Right, Etho smiles. He’ll leave him to it.

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undertale-anomaly20 · 1 year ago

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MK11 Filler chapter reader VS intro banter

How you walk in (if you’re the first one to say something): a large fireball falls from the sky crashing into the ground and creating a dust cloud, (Name) walks out of the dust with embers following her and on her body she says something, opponent says something the embers disappear and she gets into fighting position

How you walk in (if you’re the second one to say something): The opponent says something (Name) walks in and says something, you raise your hand with the palm facing up and make a mini fire tornado on it then make it disappear and get into fighting position.

Fatality 1# Burning love: She saunters up to the opponent, grabs them by the back of the neck, and pulls them into a kiss, it looks sweet at first but then she breaths fire down their throat, while they muffles out a scream, burning them from the inside and drops them leaving a burning corpse on the ground as she walks away.

Fatality 2# heartburn: She grabs the opponent by the throat and thrusts her fist through their chest, they yell in agony, she rips their heart out, leaving a large gaping hole in their chest, and sets the heart on fire. She lets go of the opponent and they sway a bit before they fall back and bleed out.

Victory pose: She punches with one fist on fire then the other and she does it twice before crouching down to the floor and propelling into the air with her legs turned into one large flame with a victory yell, her eyes glowing bright, embers and little flames go around her in slow motion

Friendship Toastie: She smiles and blasts fire into a small fire pit before sitting on a log near the new campfire she grabs a stick off the ground puts a marshmallow on the end of it and roasts it over the fire humming happily.

Sindel VS (Name)

Sindel: How does it feel to have so many men wanting you? (Name): Not as great as you think Sindel: My dear girl you have no idea what power you hold

(Name): You stay the hell away from my daughter Sindel: I will have that child (Name): I'll burn you to a crisp and rip out your damn voice box, you old bitch

Sindel: Mileena chose you? (Name): Why? you mad? Sindel: More like disappointed

(Name): so you claim Mileena as your daughter? Sindel: she has my blood running through her (Name): technically

Sindel: You dare fight your queen (Name): Lady you are many things but you are no queen Sindel: I will silence your insolent tongue

Shao Kahn VS (Name)

Shao Kahn: I will have my granddaughter Earthrealmer (Name): Like hell, I'll let you get anywhere near her Shao Kahn: Such strong words for a dead woman

(Name): You really cared about Mileena? Shao Kahn: She was my daughter (Name): Maybe there is some humanity in you

Shao Kahn: You killed me with help from the elder gods (Name): I don't need them to fight, Shao Kahn Shao Kahn: Show me if you have improved, worm

(Name): Mileena meant the world to me Shao Kahn: As she should as your Kahn (Name): As my wife first and foremost

Shao Kahn: We both know one truth in this world (Name): That the elder gods are good for nothings Shao Kahn: On that, we can agree

Rambo VS (Name)

Rambo: You were taken from your world? (Name): To fight in a war that wasn't mine Rambo: Never thought anyone could be so cruel

(Name): You're a weapon of war? Rambo: I'm what they made me (Name): That makes two of us

Rambo: You're serious? (Name): Dead serious Rambo: There's no way I'm an action star

(Name): What do you fight for? Rambo: To stop the corruption of the government, you? (Name): To build a better world for my little girl

Rambo: You look like hell, lady (Name): Feel like it too, bud Rambo: War'll do that to ya

Shang Tsung VS (Name)

Shang Tsung: Such potential your daughter shows (Name): You keep your hands off of her Shang Tsung: Then may I place them on you?

(Name): You've got a lot of nerve, Shang Tsung Shang Tsung: All I want is for the girl to thrive (Name): More like turn into your puppet

Shang Tsung: Such a rare beauty stands before me (Name): Not interested, Shang Tsung Shang Tsung: Time in the flesh pits will change your mind

(Name): I thought I'd never see you again Shang Tsung: Did you miss me, My dear? (Name): Miss you? I was pissed off you came back

Shang Tsung: Taken from your world once again (Name): What are you talking about? Shang Tsung: My dear. Do you truly think this is the first time?

Spawn VS (Name)

Spawn: Are you sure your kid isn't an evil little hellspawn? (Name): Calithea is only 2 years old, Spawn Spawn: Doesn't answer my question, Lady

(Name): Does it still hurt? being away from your wife. Spawn: Every god damned day (Name): At least she's still alive

Spawn: You remind me of a little girl I knew once (Name): How so, Spawn? Spawn: She had the same soul you do

(Name): Are all people from your universe as dark and grim as you? Spawn: me? you should meet Batman (Name): I've already met him. He still torments himself

Spawn: The gods pulled from your world to fight in this one? (Name): and never gave me a way back Spawn: It's a special kind of hell, isn't it?

Robocop VS (Name)

Robocop: You are this world's champion? (Name): Yeah I am, tinman Robocop: Your services are needed

(Name): From what I understand the government turned you into a soldier Robocop: It was for the good of the people (Name): But what about you?

Robocop: You wife and husband? (Name): Both dead, Mr. Murphy Robocop: I understand the pain of loss, Miss. (Last name)

(Name): I'm Sorry for your loss, Alex Murphy Robocop: How do you know my name? (Name): My world knows about you and what happened to you

Robocop: Kano is coming with me (Name): Sonya won't be happy about that Robocop: Mrs. Blade will have to deal with it

Nightwolf VS (Name)

Nightwolf: Your eyes have dulled, young one, what happened? (Name): This world took everyone I loved Nightwolf: I cannot imagine your pain

(Name): Is fighting really necessary? Nightwolf: I need to be sure you are strong enough to survive (Name): If it puts your mind at ease then so be it

Nightwolf: I have many regrets, young one (Name): No one goes through life without a single regret, Nightwolf Nightwolf: You have grown so much

(Name): You've met people of the Mohawk tribe? Nightwolf: My ancestors were close to them (Name): do you know a man called Ratonhnhake:ton?

Nightwolf: I'm Sorry, Young one (Name): You know I don't blame you Nightwolf: But I blame myself for not saving you

Terminator VS (Name)

Terminator: You are the one known as Firecracker (Name): Where the hell did you hear that? Terminator: Johnny Cage sends his regards

(Name): Where I come from your story is a fictional movie Terminator: What is the ending of this 'fictional movie'? (Name): Doesn't end the way you want

Terminator: (Name) (Last Name) age 28 (Name): You've read my file, Terminator? Terminator: As well as the contingency for you

(Name): You're not meant to be here, tin can Terminator: I go where my creators send me (Name): Hope they don't mind me sending you back as soup

Terminator: You are the Pyromancer of this universe? (Name): One of the strongest Terminator: I will terminate every last one

Rain VS (Name)

Rain: You are not ready to face off against me (Name): Last time I checked I whooped your ass Rain: I will not be caught off guard this time

(Name): What do you want, Rain? Rain: To pay you back for your disrespect (Name): You mean kicking your ass?

Rain: Such a Beautiful flower (Name): This 'flower' is poisonous Rain: Beautiful AND deadly

(Name): What is this a rematch? Rain: You will not win this fight, mortal (Name): Famous last words of an idiot

Rain: You face a son of Argus, mortal! (Name): I face a pompous moron who thinks he deserves god-hood Rain: I will show you the price for insolence towards a god!

Mileena VS (Name)

Mileena: My Kahnum~ (Name): My Kahn~ Mileena: Shall we dance, my love?

(Name): This can't be real Mileena: You doubt my return, pretty bird? (Name): More like I'm doubting my own mind

Mileena: Our daughter, pretty bird? (Name): She's so beautiful, Mileena, she looks so much like you Mileena: I ensured she would have your smile and heart

(Name): This is another trick of Shang Tsung? Mileena: He made many of us (Name): But none of you could ever replace her

Mileena: You have fallen for another?! (Name): It's been 8 years, Beautiful, I needed to move on Mileena: I will rip them to pieces and eat their heart!

Sonya Blade VS (Name)

Sonya Blade: Is this your idea? (Name): Just want to spar with you Sonya Blade: Don't say no one warned you

(Name): I've got a bone to pick with you, Sonya Sonya Blade: For what exactly? (Name): How you treated Cassie when she was little

Sonya Blade: Stand down, (Name) (Name): This is none of your business, Sonya Sonya Blade: Anything to do with threatening Earthrealm is my business

(Name): Seriously, Sonya!? Sonya Blade: What's got you riled up? (Name): A contingency plan for my daughter!?

Sonya Blade: Master Hasashi wants me to test you (Name): Again? Why? Sonya Blade: He said it's classified

Johnny Cage Vs (Name)

Johnny Cage: What's poppin', Firecracker? (Name): Ugh, seriously, Johny? I'm not a kid anymore Johnny Cage: You'll always be my baby sis to me

(Name): No way, Johnny Johnny Cage: Come on! Think of the profit! (Name): I'm not selling my life story for some koin!

Johnny Cage: Sooo how's my little niece doing? (Name): *Laughs* Cali's Doing fine Johnny Cage: Make sure she comes by later

(Name): On a good level I respect you Johnny Cage: Kinda hard not to, pop rocks (Name): And then the level drops

Johnny Cage: You really respect me? (Name): Better than that. I'd call you my brother Johnny Cage: *sniffles* Hold on I got something in my eye

Cassie Cage VS (Name)

Cassie Cage: Heya, Aunty (Name): Oh no. Did Johnny tell you? Cassie Cage: Dad legally adopted you! Now you're my Aunty (name).

(Name): Little sparring match, Commander? Cassie Cage: Just keeping up with ya (Name): Let's hope you can catch these hands

Cassie Cage: Are you going to let Cali fight when she's older? (Name): Not if I can help it Cassie Cage: She'll have to learn one day

(Name): No Cass Cassie Cage: I'm just wondering (Name): I have never seen Johnny THAT way

Cassie Cage: The number of guys you got wanting you (Name): It's not a good thing, Cass Cassie Cage: Are you kidding? I'd kill for that

Jacqui Briggs Vs (Name)

Jacqui Briggs: Takeda keeps asking about you (Name): I'm not going to risk him getting hurt Jacqui Briggs: You're hurting him by not saying anything

(Name): Ready to go, Jac Jacqui Briggs: Always, (Nickname) (Name): Try to keep up, Soldier

Jacqui Briggs: So many guys (Name): Not this shit again... Jacqui Briggs: I mean damn, girl, save some for us!

(Name): Does Jax know we're doing this? Jacqui Briggs: Know about it? It was his idea (Name): Of course, it was

Jacqui Briggs: Dad's been worried about you (Name): Why? I'm fine, Jacqui Jacqui Briggs: You've been too quiet for him and me

Jax Briggs VS (Name)

Jax Briggs: Johnny's sister now, huh? (Name): Yep, adopted me and everything Jax Briggs: Just don't go turning into a mini Cage now

(Name): You've got to stop blaming yourself (Young skin) Jax Briggs: I should have tried harder (Name): No one knew it would be like that

Jax Briggs: You ever thought of retiring? (Name): I don't get the luxury to entertain the idea Jax Briggs: Maybe it's about time you tried

(Name): You really need to let it go, Jax Jax Briggs: Not happening (Name): It was one BBQ

Jax Briggs: You've gotten better lately (Name): Just wanna make you proud Jax Briggs: I'm always proud of you

Raiden VS (Name)

Raiden: Lady (Name) I require your aid (Name): What do you need, Raiden? Raiden: Your strength is needed

(Name): I've got a question for you that's been driving me nuts Raiden: What ales you, Lady (Name)? (Name): Have you met a guy named Thor?

(Dark) Raiden: Your are disrespectful of the gods, Mortal (Name): You lost my respect years ago (Dark) Raiden: I do not need your respect only your obedience

(Name): You swore to protect the innocent, Raiden, not slaughter them! (Dark) Raiden: I am protecting those who will not harm Earthrealm by ending the ones who can (Name): A distinction without a difference!

Raiden: There are days I wonder what life I could have as a mortal, Lady (name) (Name): Who knows, Raiden, maybe in another timeline Raiden: But would we still know one another

Baraka VS (Name)

Baraka: Nay aka ratakka tahar kombat! (Name): Krata nara taka rattaka Kombat (Let this be the perfect Kombat) Baraka: Indeed, Earthrealmer

(Name): I have a great amount of respect for you, Baraka, as well as your skills Baraka: The feeling is mutual, Lady (Name) (Name): That being said I'm still going to win

Baraka: The young one needs to learn our ways (Name): She's far too young for it, Baraka Baraka: It is part of her heritage!

(Name): You carry an anger towards Mileena? Baraka: She caused the near extinction of my people! (Name): Then blame the executioner

Baraka: You are needed in Outworld! (Name): I need to retire, Baraka Baraka: Lies! You are made to fight!

(Name) VS (Name)

(Name): What the hell is this? (Name): Am I dreaming right now? (Name): Trust me, Honey, I don't think we are

(Name): Is your Calithea a pyromancer too? (Name): Calithea? Who's that? (Name): You poor woman

(Name): Did you come here to torment me, Shang Tsung? (Name): I'm telling you the truth! I'm you! (Name): Prove that you can fight like me then!

(DC skin) (Name): We're the same person (Name): I don't run around wearing a mask and skin-tight spandex (DC skin) (Name): Jason doesn't seem to mind it

(Name): You're too naive for this (MK9 skin) (Name): Why? Because I want everyone to have a happy ending? (Name): No...Because you believe that everyone deserves to live

Noob Saibot VS (Name)

Noob Saibot: The shadows call for you, Lady (Name) (Name): They can have me when I'm good and ready Noob Saibot: They will have you now!

(Name): Are you still in there, Bi-han? Noob Saibot: All that remains is his hatred and vengeance (Name): Then there's nothing to talk about

Noob Saibot: You will submit to me (Name): And why would I do that? Noob Saibot: Because you have no other choice

(Name): In another timeline...maybe I could have saved you Noob Saibot: This is my destiny, nothing will change it (Name): I beg to differ

Noob Saibot: You are not worthy of the life you live (Name): And you're not worthy of licking my boots Noob Saibot: I will bring you into death's cold embrace

Kano VS (Name)

Kano: Now there's a sight for sore eyes (Name): Keep it in your pants, Kano Kano: Aw don't go spoilin' my fun

(Name): The very thought of you sickens me to my core Kano: And the thought of you gets me goin' (Name): I'll castrate you, asshole

Kano: You'd make me a bloody mint, you would (Name): I'm not one of your fighters, Kano Kano: I was thinking of 'other' services

(Name): Been poking around other universes lately? Kano: Now what gives you that idea? (Name): A certain Mr.Murphy is looking for you

Kano: Come to finally get a taste, darlin' (Name): More like bringing Sonya an early birthday present Kano: Now where talkin'

Kabal VS (Name)

Kabal: You're a lot more 'developed' than when I last saw you (Name): I was 18 Kabal, 10 years does that to ya Kabal: Still though. Damn

(Name): Ready for me, Speed racer? Kabal: I've been ready for a while (Name): Well come on then, let's go!

(pre-burn skin) Kabal: One shot, babe~ (Name): Do you not know anything about manners, Kabal? (pre-burn skin) Kabal: I know a lot of things. Like how to make you scream

Name: What's up, Carlos? Kabal: God damn it. Did Cage teach you that? Name: Yes right after teaching me the nut punch

Kabal: You really here to kill me? (Name): No. Just trying to get to Kano Kabal: As long as it isn't personal, Babe

Jade VS (Name)

Jade: This is to be a test of strengths? (Name): I need to make sure you're strong enough to protect Kotal when I'm gone Jade: Very well then. Let us begin

(Name): So~ You and Kotal?~ Jade: Please, (Name), leave it be (Name): Absolutely not! Do you know how long I've waited to tease Kotal?

(Revenant) Jade: You don't know me as well as you think (Name): We never had enough time to grow close (Revenant) Jade: we will once you die

(Name): Being a follower of Shinnok doesn't suit you (Revenant) Jade: Better than being Raiden's lap dog (Name): I'm my own leader

Jade: Kitana Kahn has summoned you, (Name) (Name): I'm not going back into service, Jade Jade: It is necessary to protect the Kahn

Kotal Kahn VS (Name)

Kotal Kahn: Calithea is a pyromancer? (Name): Shocked me as well Kotal Kahn: Then her training must begin immediately

(Name): So~ You and Jade?~ Kotal Kahn: That is a private matter, (name) (Name): Like you never asked me about Hanzo

Kotal Kahn: Does seeing your friends pain you? (Name): The long-dead ones? Of course Kotal Kahn: See it as a blessing for another chance

(Name): How has your training been going? Kotal Kahn: My body is restored and as strong as ever (Name): We'll see if those words are true

Kotal Kahn: The loss you have suffered, (Name) (Name): I still blame myself, Kotal Kotal Kahn: His death was not your fault

Kollector VS (Name)

Kollector: Such lovely features (Name): Not sure whether to be flattered or concerned Kollector: They will fetch me a high price on the market

(Name): Why serve Shao Kahn when he enslaved your people? Kollector: It is better to serve him than be killed (Name): Death is something I'd prefer

Kollector: Shao Kahn demands you bring him the girl (Name): Over my dead body Kollector: That can be arranged for you

(Name): Shao isn't outworlds Kahn anymore, Kollector Kollector: He is the one true Kahn (Name): You're delusional

Kollector: The price on your head is most tantalizing (Name): Bet the one on yours is worth more though Kollector: All too true, Earthrealmer

Geras VS (Name)

Geras: You are an anomaly in this universe (Name): God you sound just like Miguel Geras: He is not here to save you though

(Name): You're really gonna try this, Sandman? Geras: You are in the way of Kronikas plans (Name): I'm gonna send you back in blocks of cement

Geras: I will snuff you out, pyromancer (Name): I'm not so easily extinguished, Geras Geras: A mear ember masquerading as an inferno

(Name): How are you never afraid to die Geras: I will never die. It is against Kronika's will (Name): You poor man. My heart goes out to you

Geras: Timeline after timeline I have been through (Name): And your point is? Geras: Never have I seen you before. You are...new

D'vorah VS (Name)

D'vorah: You seem to be displeased to see this one (Name): Displeased is putting it mildly, bug D'vorah: This one will put an end to your misery

(Name): You die today, D'vorah D'vorah: What could this one have done to cause such fury? (Name): You killed my husband, You bug bitch

D'vorah: This one admires your strength, Earthrealmer (Name): Flattery gets you nowhere D'vorah: We will use your body to make the hive thrive again

(Name): Shao Kahn should have wiped you all out D'vorah: Yet he kept this one alive (Name): Another dumbass decision he made

D'vorah: You have thwarted this one many times (Name): It's just way too much fun pissing you off D'vorah: This one will enjoy dining on your flesh

Skarlet VS (Name)

Skarlet: You were Mileenas Kahnum (Name): And proud to stand by her side Skarlet: And yet where were you when she was killed?

(Name): You've got some seriously messed-up ideals Skarlet: You play with fire with such a malicious nature (Name): Says the one with the blood fetish

Skarlet: You Killed D'vorah? (Name): With my bare hands Skarlet: Such a waste of rare blood

(Name): You and Erron were a thing? Skarlet: he was once with Nitara as well (Name): He must LOVE dangerous and crazy women

Skarlet: You're from a different universe entirely (Name): Yeah? What of it? Skarlet: Such a rare delicacy your blood must be. I must have a taste!

Sheeva VS (Name)

Sheeva: You dare to challange me? (Name): Never, Queen Sheeva, simply a sparing match Sheeva: Then show me what you are made of, Earthrealmer

(Name): I'm sorry for what happened to Prince Goro Sheeva: We do not pity others in our culture (Name): It's not pity, Queen Sheeva, It's empathy

Sheeva: Your daughter holds much potential (Name): She is my daughter after all Sheeva: As well as Empress Sindel's granddaughter

(Name): Baraka is a man of his word. Sheeva: That remains to be seen (Name): He would never go back on his word

Sheeva: You have a request for me? (Name): Swear to me if anything happens to me protect Calithea with your life Sheeva: You have my word, Lady (Name)

Erron Black VS (Name)

Erron Black: Stars alive, Darlin. Ain't you a sight for sore eyes (Name): *laughs* well aren't you the charmer, Erron Erron Black: For you? Always

(Name): I've heard about Nitara and Skarlet, Black Erron Black: Aw damn it (Name): Seems to me like you've got a most bloody type

Erron Black: How about a few rounds, Ma'ma (Name): Eyes on me then, Erron Erron Black: They always are

(Name): What did I tell you about taking Calithea out on your jobs? Erron Black: No harm no foul, (Name), She's fine (Name): Little boy, You haven't seen mama bear mode, have you?

Erron Black: You Thinkin' 'bout somethin', Darlin'? (Name): I'm thinking it's about time I teach you a lesson Erron Black: By all means. Teach me~

Cetrion VS (Name)

Cetrion: You should be thankful to the Elder gods (Name): For what exactly? Cetrion: For giving your life meaning

(Name): You're one of the Elder gods that pulled me from my universe Cetrion: You are correct, (Name) (Last name) (Name): I owe you a lot of pain for what I've been put through

Cetrion: You must let go of your anger towards him (Name): Never! He after what he did?! Cetrion: He did what was best for the realms

(Name): Do you know what it's like to lose someone so important to you? Cetrion: Losing Shinnok was a devastating blow to the balance (Name): Not that kind of important, Cetrion

Cetrion: The harem you have is impressive (Name): Why does everyone keep saying that? I don't have a harem! Cetrion: Yet your heart is torn asunder

Liu Kang VS (Name)

Liu Kang: Kung Lao Believes he is your equal (Name): Last time I checked I kicked his revenants ass Liu Kang: Not that kind of equal I'm afraid

(Name): It hurts so badly, Liu Kang (God skin) Liu Kang: If I could bring her back I would in a heartbeat (Name): She was everything to me

Liu Kang: The Shaolin could use a woman of your caliber (Name): Is it a life of peace, Liu? Liu Kang: Fighting is rare among them if you so chose

(Name): Calithea has taken a liking to you Liu Kang: I find her name for me queit adorable (Name): Shall we begin, fireman?

Liu Kang: I regret not acting upon my emotions earlier (Name): Neither of us knew what was to come Liu Kang: And yet you suffered the most

Kitana VS (Name)

Kitana: Mileena was always fond of you (Name): She loved me, Kitana, as I did her Kitana: You brought out the humanity within her

(Name): I already told Jade no Kitana: Outworld is in dire need of your help (Name): I have a daughter to look after and a love to mourn

Kitana: Does it bother you that Mileena and I look similar (Name): Sometimes. I loved her very much, Kitana Kitana: Does that love carry over to me?

(Name): How does it feel to be in charge now, Kitana Kahn? Kitana: It is a burden. I still believe you should have taken the throne (Name): I'm a mother first and a fighter second

Kitana: Being unable to return to your home... (Name): It's a pain all too familiar, Isn't it? Kitana: Very familiar

Kung Lao VS (Name)

Kung Lao: You wanted to test your might, My lady? (Name): That and humble you a little, Lao Kung Lao: This will be quite the challenge for you

(Name): You really want to bet on this? Kung Lao: If I win we go out on a date (Name): If I win I get to wear your hat

Kung Lao: Skarlet has to be the creepiest woman of outworld (Name): She said she'd suck you dry, didn't she? Kung Lao: The only woman I will ever allow THERE is you

(Name): What's with that look, Lao? Kung Lao: Just excited to spar with such a strong woman (Name): I can see just how 'excited' you are

Kung Lao: In another time line do you think we would have met? (Name): Maybe, Lao, part of me hopes so Kung Lao: If there is a next one I will ensure we are together, in both ways

Frost VS (Name)

Frost: Shirai Ryu loving mutt! (Name): Oversized ice maker! Frost: I'll show you what this ice maker can do!

(Name): The hell did you do to yourself? Frost: Kronika maked me perfect (Name): She put a leash on you like the dog you are

Frost: I'm going to turn you into a popsicle (Name): I have firepower, discount Elsa Frost: A campfire against a blizzard? funny

(Name): What the hell are you doing here, Frostbite Frost: To bring your head to Kronika (Name): Not happening, reboot

Frost: You're a disgrace to your gender (Name): Says the rip-off version of Elsa Frost: Who the hell is Elsa!?

Joker VS (Name)

Joker: You wanted a piece of me, Sparrow? (DC skin) (Name): This is a personal fight and you know it! Joker: I'll be sure to give the red hood your head

(Name): I can't believe you're not pissed off Joker: What are you talking about? (Name): You don't know? Shang Tsung has been masquerading as you

Joker: Such a raw and splendid powerhouse, you are (Name): What the hell are you talking about? Joker: Simply marveling at my newest weapon

(Name): One question for you, Joker Joker: What would that be, my dear? (Name): What hurts more? A or B? Forehand or backhand?

Joker: Last time I saw you, you were in a warehouse zip-tied (DC skin) (Name): You remember me, Joker? Joker: Impossible to forget the girl who came back like the boy wonder

Sub-Zero VS (Name)

Sub-Zero: You are returning from fighting? (Name): I'm done with that life, Kuai Sub-Zero: Then let this be your last

(Name): Grandmaster blueberry ice? Sub-Zero: Have you been hanging around Johnny Cage again? (Name): Well he IS legally my brother

Sub-Zero: Your daughter would make an exceptional Lin Kuie (Name): Calithea is going to have nothing to do with fighting Sub-Zero: You cannot protect her forever

(Name): I still don't understand why you pursue me? Sub-Zero: The memories of when we first met and how you are driving me to not give up (Name): You fell for a foolish girl who is an even more foolish woman

Sub-Zero: What would you do if the timelines were reset and our storise rewritten? (Name): If you were destined to be with another? I'd let you go Sub-Zero: And I would seek you out, (Name), There is only one you

Scorpion VS (Name)

Scorpion: You truly wish to retire, (Name)? (Name): All I want is to settle down, Love Scorpion: One last fight then you may rest

(Name): Calithea is a pyromancer, Hanzo Scorpion: Then it appears we have a lot of work ahead of us (Name): She'll have her mommy and daddy helping her. She'll be fine

(Revenant) Scorpion: You can follow me, My flower, and stay by my side (Name): I'm still in mourning, my love, but Calithea still needs me (Revenant) Scorpion: She is welcome to join us as well

(Name): Calithea asked something of you, Love? Scorpion: She has asked for a younger brother (Name): Well, looks like we'll have to get to work then~

(Revenant skin) (Past) Scorpion: What happened to you, (Name)? (Name): I loved and I lost you, Hanzo (Revenant skin) (Past) Scorpion: I will prevent the loss and save you the pain

Fujin VS (Name)

Fujin: The number of people I see viving for your attention, Lady (Name) (Name): Everyone keeps saying that but I prefer having only one partner Fujin: Then allow me to throw my hat into the ring

(Name): You knew of the plan from the beginning Fujin: It was for the good of the realms (Name): How do you expect me to trust you?

Fujin: You wish to dual with me? (Name): Simply testing myself against a god, Fujin Fujin: Very well then, Lady (Name)

(Name): Calithea is looking forward to her play date with you Fujin: As am I. She is most enjoyable company, Lady (Name) (Name): Just don't toss her too high this time, Fujin

Fujin: The realms need it to happen (Name): New timeline means a clean slate, Fujin, no memories Fujin: We will meet again, my breeze, I will ensure it

Ladder ending: (Scene shows (Name) standing over Kronika with her foot on her head) I had no reason not to go after Kronika. She was the cause of so much pain, not just to me but to everyone I love. (Scene changes to the readers clothes change then to floating in front of the hourglass) Once I finally beat her ass into the ground I took the Hourglass and tried to make a better world but no matter what I did everyone still got hurt and my daughter, my beautiful Calithea, would never have existed. (The scene changes to (Name) floating in front of the Hourglass from behind her where the Hourglass is changing image within it) So I looked at every possible timeline, through everyone who would have defeated Kronika, to see if they could do better (The Hourglass stops on Fujin) until I found him. (The scene changes to (Name) letting Fujin defeat Kronika) Turning back time I gave Fujin the priviladge of defeating her (The scene changes to Everyone happy and Mileena Holding Calithea, who looks a little different and has more of Tanya's traits as (Name) is smiling softly, standing away from them, as she eroded away into dust) I know this isn't the ending I want...but..It's for the best. My daughter, my sweet baby, gets to have a better life even if I won't be a part of it. Goodbye, Cali...I love you so much

Calithea VS Others (None of Calithea's battles are for Kombat but for play fighting so there are no fatalities per say more like friendships) entrance: a medium-sized size ball made of leather stitched together rolls across the floor, a bell inside it making it jingle, with Calithea chasing it while giggling when she stops picking it up and looks to the 'opponent' if she's talking first she tilts her head smiling. if she is talking second/ replying she speaks gently puts the ball down off to the side and bounces ready to 'fight'.

'Fatality 1# 'deadly' bite: She launches at the 'opponent' her sharp canines beared and tackles them to the ground and nibbles them on their neck pretending to eat them. She giggles as the opponent plays dead and she stands on their belly with her arms raised over her head in 'victory'

'Fatality' 2# Tinder love: She lifts her hands and pretends to set the opponent on fire by running up to them and placing it on their leg (since she's below knee height) and says "Woosh! you're on fire now!" The opponent playfully pretends to burn to death while slowly dropping to the floor.

Victory pose: She giggles running around in a circle, with her arms out like airplane wings, before spinning on the spot and posing with her arms in the air, hands lit with fire, her right leg lifted off the ground and her left leg on the ground on her tip toes with a big smile on her face. Little embers float around her in slow motion as her giggle rings out.

Friendship Drawn to me: She giggles plops her butt on the floor pulls out crayons and paper from out of nowhere and begins drawing with various colors for a bit before showing the drawing. It's of her and whoever her opponent is as stick figures and scribbles holding hands with smiles. She giggles and flexes her toes happily.

(Also I should clear up something. I noticed that I had Calithea, at the start, calling (Name) mommy and Mileena mama but somewhere I changed that to (Name) being a mama and Mileena being Mommy and I am sorry but I won't be changing it in the storyline because it will give people false update notifications and it would take too long for me to go through it. Again sorry for any confusion)

(Her defalt skin, the clothes she wears throughout the story, is the one with the purple dress and tiara)

Calithea VS (Name)

Calithea: I'mma win today mama! (Name): Oh I'm not mama...I'm the tickle monster! Calithea: No! not the tickle monster again!

(Name): Hi sweetie! what'cha doin'? Calithea: I wanna train with Mama! (Name): OK, Cali, whatever you want

Calithea: MAMA! I learned how to dodge! (Name): Really? Who taught you that? Calithea: Mommy did!

(Name): Cali, look at you baby Calithea: Is wrong mama? you look like you're gonna cry (Name): Nothing's wrong baby... I'm just happy to see you growing

(Mini-Mama skin) Calithea: Look, mama! I'm just like you! (Name): Aww! My sweet baby!~ (Mini-Mama skin) Calithea: Mirror match, Mama!

Liu Kang VS Kung Lao

Liu Kang: Lady (Name) is not an object to bet on Kung Lao: I couldn't agree more Liu Kang: That being said may the best man win

Kung Lao: She deserves to be with someone who can match her strength Liu Kang: I could not have said it better myself Kung Lao: Which is why I will win this match

Kung Lao VS Skarlet

Kung Lao: We are not here to parley, are we? Skarlet: I came to suck you dry Kung Lao: Sorry but I'm saving myself for a special lady

Johnny Cage Vs Jax Briggs

Johnny Cage: Is it just me or does the number of guys going after (name) worry you too? Jax Briggs: It's the one thing we can agree on Johnny Cage: Oh the stress of being a big brother

Jax Briggs: I still can't believe you adopted her Johnny Cage: You mad that you didn't think of it first? Jax Briggs: More like this world didn't need another Cage walking around

Mileena VS Kitana

Mileena: She is still mine Kitana! Kitana: What are you implying, Mileena Mileena: I see how you look at her

Kitana: (Name) misses you dearly, Sister Mileena: Sister?... You see me as such? Kitana: She opened my eyes to how she sees you

Raiden Vs Fujin

Raiden: The timelines will reset brother Fujin: It is for the best, Raiden Raiden: But will it be best for her?

Fujin: Lady (Name) is a wonderful mortal, is she not? Raiden: In many ways. What are you getting at, Fujin Fujin: I simply have decided to court her

Sub-Zero VS Scorpion

Sub-Zero: (Name) has many looking for her love, Hanzo Scorpion: And she has already made her choice Sub-Zero: That will do little to stop others

Scorpion: Cease your attempts to woo my flower Sub-Zero: You ask the impossible of me Scorpion: Then I will force you

Calithea VS Love interests of her mother

Calithea: Hi Hat man! Kung Lao: Hello Calithea. What brings you here? Calithea: I wanna know why you look at Mama like Daddy does.

Kung Lao: Calithea, Have you seen your mother? Calithea: Mama's playing hide and seek with me! Kung Lao: May I join in on your game?

Calithea: Why do so many people hug mama? Kung Lao: Your mother has many friends, Calithea Calithea: Yeah but she's MY mama

Kung Lao: What's wrong, Calithea? Calithea: Can I play with your hat? Kung Lao: Maybe when you're older

Calithea: I found a koin in Mama's room! Kung Lao: A koin? Calithea: Yeah it's on a ribbon and has a dragon on it!

Calithea: Mama used to talk a lot about you Liu Kang: Really? Why did she stop? Calithea: It made her sad all the time

Liu Kang: Hello, Little one Calithea: Fire man! Did you come to play tea party with me? Liu Kang: Yes, I even brought the sweets

Calithea: Fire man why do you smell like Mama? Liu Kang: I um gave her a hug Calithea: But I thought only Daddy's lips were allowed to smell like her

Liu Kang: How would you feel if I became your father? Calithea: I already have a daddy, Fire man! Liu Kang: You have 2 mothers why not 2 fathers?

Calithea: Aunty Kitana likes you! Liu Kang: As flattered as I am, little one, my heart belongs to another Calithea: aww! But she really likes you!

Calithea: Mr.Ice! You found me! Sub-Zero: Indeed, young one Calithea: Now you go hide and I'll find you!

Sub-Zero: Your mother said you are a pyromancer Calithea: huh? What's that? Sub-Zero: It's something very similar to Hanzo

Calithea: Daddy said to stop flirting with Mama Sub-Zero: I am simply expressing how I feel for her Calithea: OK but It's Daddy you'll have to deal with

Sub-Zero: You look excited today, Calithea Calithea: Yeah! Mama said you're gonna show me snow! Sub-Zero: Let us hurry then. There is much to see

Calithea: DADDY! Scorpion: Hello, My daughter Calithea: Let's play daddy!

Scorpion: Calithea have you seen my kunai Calithea: ....noooo.... Scorpion: I can see you hiding it, young lady

Calithea: Daddy! I wanted to ask you for something! Scorpion: What is it you wish for Calithea: Can I have baby brother please!

Scorpion: What are you doing, My daughter? Calithea: Wanna fight daddy! Scorpion: *chuckles* very well then

Calithea: Daddy? What's wrong? (Past/klassic skin) Scorpion: Nothing, young one, nothing at all Calithea: Then why do you smell different?

Calithea: Windy man! you came! Fujin: Indeed, young one, are you ready? Calithea: yeah! let's play!

Fujin: Are you sure your mother does not mind? Calithea: She's okay with it! Fujin: Alright then. Arms wide

Calithea: Mama said We're staying with daddy Fujin: Would you not prefer the sky temple, young one? Calithea: No thank you. I wanna stay with daddy

Fujin: Young one? (God skin) Calithea: Windy man...I'm scared Fujin: Fear not...everything will be ok

Calithea: Mama still misses mommy Fujin: She was a better woman than she was created to be Calithea: I wish I met her...

Calithea VS Family

Calithea: Nana! The screamy thing you do is so cool! Sindel: *laughs* My darling, Would you like Nana to show you how? Calithea: *gasps* Yes, please!

Sindel: You remind me so much of Kitana Calithea: But everyone says I look more like mommy Sindel: I never had the chance to meet her

Calithea: Mama said to be nice to everyone... Sindel: Your mother doesn't seem to be giving good advice Calithea: But If someone is a jerk I can bite them

Sindel: What are Nanas' rules if you are alone and there's a stranger? Calithea: If they offer ice cream, candy, puppies, or fun I kick them in the nuts, I scream, I run Sindel: That's my good girl

Calithea: I Have a grandpa? Sindel: He is very excited to meet you Calithea: Really!?

Calithea: Nana said you're my grandpa! Shao Kahn: Indeed I am! Calithea: WOW! You're huge!

Shao Kahn: Time to train, Calithea! Calithea: Like mama or mommy? Shao Kahn: like the both of them

Calithea: Mama said you do bad things Shao Kahn: Your mother doesn't know the half of what I do Calithea: Mama also said you're a buttface

Shao Kahn: You look so much like my daughter Calithea: What was she like? Shao Kahn: Feirce and deadly. As anyone of my lineage should be

Calithea: Why do you be nice to me? Shao Kahn: I treat my children with respect Calithea: You weren't nice to mommy

Calithea: Aunty! You came to play! Kitana: Yes, Little spark, I did Calithea: Fire man is over here! he brought lollies!

Kitana: You wish to learn how I use my fans? Calithea: Yes! I wanna dance too! Kitana: *laughs* Pay attention then, Calithea

Calithea: Mama said other you took mommy away Kitana: Yes. I'm sorry, Calithea Calithea: Don't come after mama please. Mama is all I got

Kitana: Your mother is a very strong woman Calithea: Well yeah..mama's tough Kitana: I wonder how much stronger she has become since then

Calithea: Mama said you tried to fight her a long time ago Kitana: Yes, she was 18 at the time Calithea: Nobody messes with my mama

Calithea: Mommy? Mileena: My baby bird Calithea: *sniffles* My mommy!

Mileena: You have fangs! do you use them? Calithea: sometimes...I bit mr.Sy on his arm once! Mileena: Such a good girl!

(Mini-leena skin) Calithea: Look Mommy! I'm you! Mileena: Oh my sweet little bird! (Mini-leena skin) Calithea: Let us dance!

Mileena: Dose your father love you and your mother? Calithea: You mean daddy? yeah! He loves us lots! Mileena: As long as he treats you both well

Calithea: Wanna go have a tea party mommy? Mileena: Of course, Little bird! I would be honored Calithea: YAY! come on! Aunty and fire man are already waitng for us!

Calithea: UNCLE JOHNNY! Johnny Cage: Hey! It's my favorite niece! Calithea: I'm your only neice!

Johnny Cage: Ready to become a star? Calithea: yeah yeah yeah! Johnny Cage: Ready? and Action!

(Tinkerbell skin) Calithea: Uncle johnny! look! (wolf man skin) Johnny Cage: We are gonna get so much candy! (Tinkerbell skin) Calithea: we gonna get all the candy!

Johnny Cage: Ok, Tiny! Ready for the close-up? Calithea: Yeah! Let's go! Johnny Cage: Ready on set!

Calithea: Mama said no! Johnny Cage: Aw come on, Tiny! Calithea: Mama dosen't want to be a movie star!

Calithea: CASSIE! Cassie Cage: hey cuz! What's up! Calithea: Mama said we could play today!

Cassie Cage: Hey punkin! Ready for games! Calithea: YEAH! What are we playing? Cassie Cage: This one's called catch the hands!

Calithea: Mama looks sad when looking at daddy since his eye look white Cassie Cage: She's...Having a bad day punkin' Calithea: But why? Daddy loves Mama

Cassie Cage: Don't worry! I'll Catch ya! Calithea: Promise? Cassie Cage: I promise!

Calithea: Cassie...Why are you sad? (god skin) Cassie Cage: I'm not, sweetie, I'm happy Calithea: Then why are you crying?

Calithea's Ladder ending: (The scene shows Calithea looking afraid up at Kronika who stood over her) I was super scared when the mean bald lady came after me but I don't know what happened. She kept saying she was gonna hurt my mama (The scene changed to Calithea her hands bloodied and Kronika's disembodied head at her feet her clothes changed to a more god-like appearance) I got really mad! After the mean lady stopped moving I could feel a lot of stuff (The scene changed to her messing with the hourglass) I played with the big glass cup thing and looked at all the people moving but...I missed Mama and Daddy. I tried making the glass cup give them back but I made it worse! (The scene changes to Calithea turning back time over and over and over again) Mama didn't come back! Mama was gone! daddy didn't know who I was! (The scene changes to the Hourglass shattering and the world dimming) I Don't know what to do! MAMA! MAMA! I WANT MY MAMA! (The scene changes to Calithea curled up in a ball floating in a blacked-out background with her eyes closed while sleeping) Mama...I'm tired mama....I'm so sleepy...Mama

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