#please enjoy this labor of love 👉👈

[saturninemartial]

Daffodils.

A modern AU lawlu fic about beginning to heal from mental illness and learning to find joy in life again. Rated E for eventual smut; WIP. There are several background ships whose relationships will be explored in illustration of personal growth and ways in which love is expressed.

In western flower language, daffodils represent sunshine, happiness, rebirth, and new beginnings.

At the heart of a family painstakingly placed together by hand, Luffy believes he's finally found the missing piece.

When Law attends an event as a favor for a colleague, he doesn't expect to be dragged into a mismatched family of oddballs, nor to learn about love and its many forms—or how to be happy again.

Chapter 1.

Law POV, first meeting at a special drag show with lots of music. 14k words.

[the-lark-ascending69]

👉👈 hello I'm just a lesbian and I want to hear more about android Robin pretty please

Oh hi!! Thank you for asking, I'm always happy to talk about android Robin! 🥰

Her first owners were Richard and Melissa Buckley. She's a mental health android, meant to keep company and be a positive presence in a patient's everyday life without demanding any kind of emotional labor from them. In this case, I imagine Richard and Melissa are being forced to get an android to help them stop their recreational drug use, or else they risk losing their jobs. They weren't actively cruel to Robin, but they didn't see her as a living, sentient being, so they didn't bother being nice either.

Robin was like a baby, though. Or a little duckling. She decided first thing she saw were her parents. At this point, she was in much better shape than she is in the present, with a few factory errors, yes (her battery and memory were never that good, but they only got worse with time), but she was online, and could instantly know what a "parent" was, what "families" were and how they worked, and she knew she wanted that. So you got Richard and Melissa, who are in their mid fifties at this point, and Robin - a two-year old model, designed to look forever 25, programmed to act inhumanly perfect without traces of anything that could be considered "maturity" or "immaturity", and the imperfect curiosity and naivete of a five year old and you get... the behavior of a very naïve and excitable teenager. It made perfect sense in her mind - Richard could be the dad, Melissa could be the mom, and she could be the daughter.

They got rid of her when her strange functioning became too much for them to handle. They never liked robots anyway - they were these very tree-hugging nature people. Robin insisting on calling them Mom and Dad and demanding love and attention from them simply freaked them out. This was Robin's first experience with heartbreak. She remembers this time fondly, though, because they never physically hurt her, and their house was really nice, and that's where she chose her name. She saw Melissa painting a lot of robins, her favorite bird. She named herself Robin because she thought Melissa would like it (she didn't - she hated it).

Her next owner wasn't bad - in fact, she was the best one she had before meeting Nancy. Her name was Becky, and she was her sister Terry's caregiver. Terry had been in a severe state of catatonia for five years, and she needed constant attention that Becky couldn't give her, so she had Robin act as a full-time nurse whenever she couldn't be there. Becky never spoke to her other than to give her orders, but she wasn't mean - just distant. Robin tried to act friendly and introduce herself, but it was like Becky didn't even hear her. Whenever she wasn't home, Robin enjoyed reading from Becky's library, and she talked to Terry non-stop, even though Terry never said a word. Robin considers Terry her first friend.

It was lonely, but also peaceful and safe.

Eventually, Becky began to grow concerned with Robin's behavior, and sold her to buy another android when she realized she might not be the best one to take care of her sister.

Robin was eventually bought at a far too low price by a gang led by Kali who, uh, they planned to use her as a bomb. They didn't expect her to realize what was going on when they strapped something to her chest and made her walk into a building full of people, but she did, and she ran away.

She was homeless for a few weeks. It was good that she didn't need sleep, food or warmth, but without any documentation and with no address, she couldn't get a job, or do anything, really. She was arrested by the police, who discarded her as trash when they realized she was an android.

Someone found her, took her a repair shop, kinda patched her up and sold her for half her original price. Next time she woke up, she was in Billy Hargrove's room, and the rest is history 🙃

[feralkat]

Hello there! So uhh... how about we try the prompt/scenario thing, yeah? A FPreg character grinding on partner's thigh as relief during labor and yet complains about the head pressing low. No Canon characters, just something vanilla and sensual. Ty 👉👈

AHHH YESS!!!

I really hope you like it!!! I kinda got a bit carried away 😅 expected it to be like idk 500-1k words and it's almost 2k... So. Hope it's good!

(Also omg I totally started writing that other request for you and then shit happened irl and I forgot but I'm going to finish that ASAP! I just got on a roll with this one and couldn't stop lol.)

Word Count: 1,964

Characters Used: Faith (OC, afab she/her, bird-hybrid - but don't worry there's no mention of eggs or anything besides a live human birth lol) & Jett (OC, amab he/him, human)

WARNINGS: Fpreg labor & birth, thigh grinding, orgasmic birth, some very very light birth denial but idk if you could even call it that, lots of praising and some bits of dirty talk, brief mention of breastfeeding at the end. Clit-rubbing while crowning and some nipple play. Overall very sensual and loving, though might be a tad bit more on the kinky side during some parts with some dom/sub elements.

If it weren't already obvious this is a birth/labor fetish fic so if you are a minor or not into that then DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned.

If you are an adult and into this stuff then please enjoy 😏

A frustrated whine left Faith's parted lips as she clutched the back of her boyfriend's shirt tight and reluctantly stopped moving her hips against him as the muscles around her midsection, all the way down into her thighs tensed and cramped up.

"Breathe, Fai," Jett urged when he felt her holding her breath against the pain and discomfort. "'Nd keep those hips moving, yeah? It'll help."

"Nnngh," Faith moaned, pressing her forehead against Jett's shoulder and spreading her thighs further apart so that the sensitive flesh between her legs was resting more firmly against his thigh. That was about all she could do, though, paralyzed by the ever-increasing pain of the contractions.

"Good girl," Jett praised, one hand rubbing firm circles against her lower back while the other carded through one of her trembling wings, hitting all the spots that he knew usually drove her wild when they were in bed together.

"Ah!" Faith gasped when Jett rocked his leg up, the friction causing sparks of pleasure to go through her veins and mix with the pain in an almost addicting way. "Jett," she whined, hips starting to move again as the contraction faded. She was barely even aware of how desperately she was grinding against him, chasing the orgasm she could feel slowly building within her.

"That's it, pretty-girl," he rumbled against her ear, "Do what you need to - want you to feel good when you're having my baby." Jett's hands moved to grip Faith's hips then, guiding her to a more steady pace when her movements started to go erratic. "Shh, babygirl, you're okay," he purred when she sobbed against him, absolutely aching to cum. "Ya wouldn't cum like that, though, sweetie. You're too tense - lemme help, yeah?"

Faith nodded against his shoulder, alternating between clawing down his back and just holding tight onto his shirt as she followed the rhythm he set for her.

"There you go. Just focus on how good it feels, grinding your pretty little cunt on me. Don't fight it - don't fight me, got it? Let yourself go, sweetheart," Jett instructed, letting out a warm chuckle when he felt her go all but limp against him. Her protruding stomach pressed against his abdomen and brushing against his erection with every movement.

It was rather distracting and Jett couldn't help the low moan he let out when he felt her tremble against him.

It wasn't long before she was tensing again - this time in pleasure - and crying out as her orgasm washed over her. A gush of fluid soaked Jett's sweatpants and the part of the couch they were sitting on, even dripping down onto the floor. It was way too much to just be Faith squirting which meant...

"Shit - did your water just break?"

"Mhm," Faith whimpered, still riding out her orgasm even as another contraction started.

"Oh," Jett mumbled, sucking in a sharp breath when he felt Faith bite against his shoulder, cock twitching against her tightening stomach. "Keep goin', sweet girl," he urged, his own voice trembling a little with an equal mix of arousal and anxiety.

"B-but... ah... p-pressure," Faith managed to choke out, suddenly able to feel the full force of the baby's head against her cervix. It was low and the pressure was so much more intense without the amniotic sac acting as a cushion.

"I know, pretty bird, I know," Jett soothed, no longer guiding Faith's movements but just letting her rock her hips however she needed to.

She didn't even realize she was doing it and for a completely different reason this time. Sparks of pleasure still trailed up her spine, arousal still heavily present all through her body, but the real reason she was moving her hips was in an attempt to ease that sudden pressure.

"Jett," Faith groaned as the contraction ended but the pressure stayed.

"Talk to me, doll. What's happening?" Jett said, letting one of his hands wander back to her wings and wishing he could get to her chest because fuck, the sort of noises she made lately when he played with her sore and swollen breasts were fucking music.

It wasn't about him and his wants, though, no matter how hard he was. It was about her and he wasn't about to be so selfish.

"It's - th-the baby, I can feel the head," Faith panted. "'S so low," she moaned, whole body trembling as her clit rubbed just so against the soaked fabric of his sweats.

"Oh God," Jett whined, cock twitching harder against her belly. "Means it'll be over soon," he rasped, not sure how much longer he'd be able to control himself because his erection was starting to hurt.

It was just so fucking hot, having his girl squirming in his lap about to give birth, grinding against him like she was in heat, desperate for more relief even after she's already cum.

Jett gripped her hips again, pressing her down hard against his thigh while he rocked his leg up at the same time. Faith's whole body shook, tensing for a moment before going limp against him again with a shuddering sob. "Was that good or bad, doll?" Jett asked, though he didn't get a verbal answer in response.

The way she was nodding her head and grinding her hips down hard got the point across, though.

"Lemme know when you gotta push, kay? Till then you can stay like this if it helps," Jett told her, his own voice shaky as his cock throbbed and pulsed where it was trapped inside his wet sweats, pinned underneath the weight of her big stomach.

"K-Kay," Faith squeaked out, rocking her hips slow but firm against him. She couldn't help the way her green eyes rolled when he grabbed a handful of feathers in a much rougher way than he has during the whole of her labor - more like how he does right as he's about to cum, buried deep inside of her.

That's when she realized that it was his cock straining against her belly and the thought that he was so turned on damn near made her fall over the edge again.

The only thing that stopped it was the pain of another contraction.

Soon, though, the pain was overshadowed by the pressure as it worsened.

Pressing down against Jett gave her minimal relief and she found herself bearing down against the pressure without even realizing it. A series of little grunts left her mouth as she pushed, feeling as the baby's head traveled down towards her entrance.

With how hazy her brain was with the mix of discomfort, pain, and pleasure, though, she didn't think to stop grinding against Jett even as her pussy started to bulge and burn until the contraction ended and the head slid back - unable to go anywhere else.

It was the feeling of Faith straining against him and realization that she was pushing that tipped Jett over the edge, though, letting out a low groan as he added to the wet mess of his sweats.

"Hey - Faith - babe," Jett mumbled breathlessly as the reality of the situation washed over him like a bucket of ice water. "You gotta - Fuck - just let up a bit, yeah? Let the baby come now."

"Okay," Faith whimpered, groaning low and rough as she lifted her hips away from Jett. The sudden lack of counter pressure made her well aware of just how heavy the baby was.

Even though she wasn't having a contraction, Faith couldn't stop herself from pushing against the increased pressure, muffling a scream against Jett's shoulder when she felt that burning sensation again only worse.

Instinctively, Faith tried to press her hips back down to ease that pain and pressure but was stopped by a pair of strong hands on her hips. "Shh, doll, I know, I know. You can't, though, babygirl, you gotta let our baby come," Jett tried to soothe as she sobbed and struggled against him. "Here - If you can turn around I'll be able to play with that cute lil clit of yours."

"F-Fine," Faith huffed, letting Jett help her turn in his lap so she had her back against his chest, her own legs kept spread with his thighs and his hands instantly wandering.

One went to her chest, gently fondling a sore milk-filled breast as his other hand slid over her hip and down until he was cupping her bulging pussy. The very top of the baby's head forcing her inner lips to part. Jett gently traced around the head with his pointer finger, feeling Faith tremble against him, her wings giving a weak little flap at all the sensation.

"I - Jett - I gotta push," Faith whined, squirming against him and fruitlessly trying to close her legs or do something to protect against the increasing burn she felt.

Jett kept her legs spread, though, letting his thumb rub against her clit while the rest of his hand cupped her pussy as the baby's head slowly forced its way out.

"Be a good girl and push, then, my pretty birdie," Jett purred, kissing her neck as she threw her head back against his shoulder with a loud cry as her stomach tightened.

Gently, Jett provided some counter pressure to make sure the baby didn't crown too quickly - he didn't want her to tear, after all - while he rubbed her clit and gently pinched at one of her nipples.

"There's my good girl," Jett praised even as she squirmed against him, hot tears rolling down her cheeks and wings flapping harder as the baby came to a full crown. "Such a good little birdie. You're doing amazing, doll. My sweet girl, having my baby for me, yeah, you're doing such a good job," Jett cooed.

"Ngh, h-hurts," Faith grunted, the muscles in her thighs jumping and twitching as she tried to close them again only for Jett to stop her from doing so. "I - Jett - No! I-It's - it's goin' back - no, no, no."

Sure enough, Jett could feel the baby's head slide back in just a little bit as she stopped bearing down, not quite at a full crown anymore. "Hey, shh, it's okay, sweetheart. Just let it - don't fight. It's better to let it come slow, kay? Means you won't tear as easy. Just focus on my hands," Jett told her, rubbing his thumb harder against her sensitive clit.

Faith couldn't do anything besides just whine and moan, torn between pleasure and intense discomfort until another contraction came.

This time, the baby's head didn't slip back at all as she stopped pushing. Spreading her open to her limits and making her shake and sob and struggle even more against Jett.

It took a lot of coaxing and cooing for Jett to get her to take a few deep breaths and stop fighting, talking to her the whole time. The feeling of his hands on her barely even took the edge off anymore, but at least it was something else for Faith to focus on and think about.

And he kept it up, only stopping to make sure there wasn't a cord wrapped around the baby's neck after she managed to get the head out, and then right before the second shoulder came out.

Jett caught the baby easily, instantly bringing it up to lay it - her - against Faith's chest as the bird-hybrid slumped against him.

As soon as she managed to get her arms to work enough to cradle the crying newborn, Jett grabbed one of the soft towels they had next to them to wrap the baby in.

While Faith was nursing their daughter for the first time, Jett couldn't help but press a kiss right behind Faith's ear and mumble;

"So when're ya gonna lemme knock you up again, huh?"

[kkachis]

things that bleed by @artistfingers, @dp-belongs-in-a-hoodie, and yours truly

"Danny looks over his shoulder and his throat closes up.

There’s another suited agent on the street, visible through the windows at the end of their current row of shelves. She’s flipping through a notepad, questioning someone. The beady red eye of an ecto-meter stares at him from her belt. So does an ecto-gun.

On the opposite side of the street, a white van rolls to stop.

If he’d run out the door, it would’ve been over right then and there.

He gets nudged again. Andes is moving towards a door marked ‘EMPLOYEES ONLY’. Danny starts to follow. Hope wells up in him—neither of the agents had spotted them yet, and they’ve almost disappeared out the back—

Tendrils of hot poison squeeze his core. His left arm spasms and he hisses through his teeth.

Through the window, the red eye starts blinking."

do you like found family? horror? action-adventure? did you read something’s wrong with danny fenton and froth at the mouth? would you be up for a beautifully written and illustrated labor of love, complete with a custom AO3 workskin because we are just that rabid?

after nearly a year of frothing at the mouth, fin, kei, and i proudly present the first chapter of things that bleed, an insane(ly fun) alex rider, danny phantom, and SCP foundation three-way crossover fic. literally everybody who’s read it, including friends and family who have not dannied a phantom or alexed a rider in their life, has enjoyed it, so please give this fic a chance 👉👈 it’s even illustrated by fin and i!

we've also got a blog @thingsthatbleedfic where we'll be crossposting our art stuff, answering asks. i hope you give this story a shot!

with much love, kkachi 💚