#posting the silly prompt later today💜

[luckymoonly]

@good-vs-evo yours isn't bad either!💜

Mine is very on brand 😂

Yes and they had hamster sex together

(It's for a prompt for the FQ gotcha)

Now tagging @violetgarlends , @cecropiacrown , @fengqingtrashgolbin, @silverstark , @mingguangsword and @nukaacola (If you feel like it, of course!💜)

Last Line

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like).

Thank you for the tag @evolutionsbedingt!! <3

Currently working on a post-canon fix it fic for The Double!!

Lu Ji winces– that might cause Wen Ji’s injuries to reopen– they hadn't completely healed yet

Tagging (again, no obligation to do this): @habizuh-studios @astrowaffles @l7k-a @lianhuajing (time to get back on that grind!!) @hualianisms

[purplebass]

I just wanted Lila to be silly and play hide and seek with Ren, so I wrote this short fic. It isn't my usual verbose writing because I realized I needed a break from long fics. I am a little burned out because of real life, and I just needed this. I have more light fics like this planned out and I hope to write and post them sooner or later. <3

Read on A03 💜 Words: 1,105 Rating: G

It was a lazy afternoon at the palace, and Lila was sprawled on the velvet sofa in Kell’s bedroom by herself. It was one of those rare times she didn’t have anything to do. At once, her senses became alert. Someone was about to approach the room, but it wasn’t Kell. No. He wouldn’t make all this noise, and would be more gentle with the handle. 

Lila turned her gaze to the door, and she wasn’t surprised to find little princess Ren behind the white wood. 

“Delilah, are you free?” she beamed.

“You shouldn’t be so abrupt,” the nurse chastised the kid, who nodded with understanding. Lila wanted to say she didn’t care, but the old woman prompted the child to greet her properly.

“I apologize for intruding, Delilah,” Ren said. “But are you free?”

Lila sat up, eyed the child with a grin. She was bored out of her mind, and the proposal was interesting. “What do you have in mind, princess?”

“Let’s play hide and seek!” Ren squealed, and Lila couldn’t say no.

The princess enlisted one of her fathers – the other was busy being a king – and her nurse to play with them. Lila shouldn’t have taken this too seriously, but she didn’t want to disappoint the child. This little game was the perfect distraction from the routine of the palace, and she just knew where to hide.

The wine cellar was in the basement, and it was only frequented by the servants. Lila wasn’t a servant, but she liked to visit the place from time to time. 

She glanced at the bottles lined on the shelves, neatly divided by flavor and type. White wine. Red wine. Champagne. Hard liquors. Juice. 

On another day, she would have taken her time to pick a bottle and would have hidden her prize in her trunk before someone would have come and would  have caught her red-handed. No one usually did. But today she was playing with a kid, she wasn’t choosing a bottle of expensive wine she would later share with her partner in the captain’s quarters of the Grey Barron. 

She found the alcove she was looking for, and tucked herself into the shadows. She wasn’t sure Ren would come down there, but she had kept her end of the bargain. 

She put her hands in her pockets. It was starting to get cold in there, and she couldn’t use her magic to summon a small fire. After a while, she glanced at her pocket watch, and realized she had been there for almost an hour. 

Would the kid ever find her? Well, she had tried to play.

She heard steps. Light steps. Then a glint of flame illuminated her face, and she held her breath. 

Someone had found her, but it wasn’t Ren. 

“Lila?” Kell’s soft voice echoed in the darkened cellar.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. “I thought you were with Rhy.”

“Indeed, I was. I��m sorry it took so long –” she put a finger on his mouth to silence him, and he shook his head questioningly. 

“I’m playing hide and seek,” she muttered. “Be quiet.”

“Is this another way to say someone is looking for you? What did you do?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m playing with the princess.”

“Ah,” he frowned.

“Yes, ah,” she sighed. “I just love people coming after me, but not all of them are enemies.”

“You’re supposed to hide where she can find you. I doubt she’d come here.”

“Perhaps that’s why I hid here,” she shrugged. “And I’m quite good at hiding.”

“But I still found you,” he raised an eyebrow knowingly, and she felt giddy. He just knew her ways, just she knew his. “You shouldn’t be too sure of yourself.”

“You only found me because Rhy wanted you to choose a bottle of wine for dinner.”

He sighed. “And I still have to find the one I wanted. Care to help? I know you know how to pick good wine.”

She raised her eyebrows and glanced at her pocket watch. She’d been there for an hour, she doubted Ren would find her by now. Maybe she had stopped searching altogether. 

“Fine, I’ll help you,” she walked towards the back, when she knew Rhy and Alucard kept the good stuff, and picked a bottle with a golden label. “Here, this,” she grinned.

Kell took the bottle and looked at it skeptically, then he nodded. “Yes, this is okay,” he agreed. 

“How did you find me?” she asked curiously. 

“Your smell,” he whispered. 

She scrunched her nose at him and smelled her clothes. “Do I still smell like smoke?”

Kell put a hand on her forearm and leaned in, brushing his nose on the side of her neck. She felt his warm breath on her skin, and she tried not to lose her balance when he inhaled her scent. She was sure she smelled fine, but he still took his time perusing her jugular. He planted kisses over there until he found her lips, and she forgot where she was. 

By this point, she had probably won the game. She deserved a victory kiss.

“I found you, Delilah!” 

Ren’s voice made them jump, because none of them expected the child to appear out of nowhere, in the wine cellar of all places. 

Kell lost his hold on the bottle of red, and it fell on the stone floor and shattered. 

“I told you to wait until they would separate,” the nurse reprimanded the child, who was smiling despite herself. She looked apologetic, at least. 

“Are you hurt, princess?” Lila asked with concern. Rest in peace, good wine.

Ren shook her head. “I’m not hurt, Delilah,” she said. “And I am a winner! You were the last one I had to find.”

Lila sighed. “How did you wind up here?”

“Thanks to my papa,” she explained with a grin. “I saw uncle Kell leave papa’s study, and I wanted to follow him because maybe he knew where you were hiding,” Ren said. “But he walked away too fast so it was papa who told me to come here, because he said you like to practice magic in the wine cellar. And you like to make bottles disappear.”

“Ah,” she pretended to be surprised. She exchanged a look of understanding with Kell. He managed a grin. “Well, then. Tell your daddy Rhy that I’m not going to stop making bottles disappear in the wine cellar anytime soon.”

“Will you show me, Delilah?” the child asked, hung on her every word.

“Perhaps, when you are older,” she smirked. Kell just shrugged and rolled his eyes. 

[this-is-krikkit]

Hey Sunshine 💜💜💜

As I didn't annoy you yet today, I'm here to:

1/ remind you that I exist & I can be a pain in the ass in case you forgot 😈

2/ request 13 "Don't move" for the Drabble Prompts post 📝

3/ send you a hug 🫂

See ya!

Mwah 😘

VV !! 😏😉 thank you for the request 🤗

1/ i can't forget that you exist, i love you too much for that ♥️♥️ and you're never annoying 😘

2/ i technically don't have to honor that promise since my choice lost, but i couldn't resist writing it down anyway… and I'd already used that line before you even sent in the ask, so it feels like the stars were aligned for me to post whatever the f this is!!

3/ hugging you right back ♥️🥰 and i really hope you like this!!

send me prompts and i'll write a drabble

lingua (ao3 link)

Tags: modern au, nsfw, nsfw use of piercings, afab levi ackerman, amab hange zoë, t4t, trans levihan, don't like don't read, he/him pronouns for Levi, she/her pronouns for Hange, porn with feelings, don't do this at home (no really don't you're supposed to wait longer)

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"Hey, pretty boy," Hange singsongs under her breath when she enters Levi's studio, the entire one room apartment bathed in a gorgeous sunset orange at this late hour of the day.

As she predicted, he's still out cold from his previous night shift as a nurse, and she hesitates as she closes the door as quietly as possible. It's hard not to feel guilty at the thought of waking him up, but she's got two major excuses she thinks will make it worth it.

The first one is silly, idiotic even, and if Levi doesn't approve, will turn into a total disaster of a surprise.

The second is slightly embarrassing. Hange's historical thesis has been keeping her way too busy lately, and both money and the ER team schedule have been so tight that Levi has needed to work double the usual amount of additional hours, which resulted in them not seeing each other for over a couple of weeks now. And okay, she's got that other trivial mission in mind for tonight, but if she's being honest, this kind of a gap between shared moments simply isn't something she can stand for a day longer. It has been eating away at her for a solid week now, and she realized today that she just missed him to fucking much not to cut her afternoon studying session short, promising herself to start earlier tomorrow morning, and sneak into Levi's apartment –using the key he'd pretended to have forgotten at her place, barely two months into their still blossoming relationship.

She takes off her shoes and jacket, throwing them on his beloved worn out leather chair in the corner of the room, easily dismissing the twinge of worry she'd felt about the earful she's definitely going to get for that later, before she goes to lie down next to him on his sofa bed. She lightly brushes the longest strands of his hair away from his eyes and looks down at his gorgeous, peacefully sleeping face, unable to resist kissing him lightly on the nose and chuckling when it crinkles in reply.

"The fuck you doing here, Four-eyes?" he asks without opening his eyes, voice barely audible through its sleepy grogginess.

He sounds as angry and grumpy as he always would to a stranger's ear, but his arms wrap around her body and drag her on top of him anyway, his hands traveling up and down her back and lightly scratching along her spine like he knows she loves.

"Couldn't stand to be cooped up in my cave like a hermit anymore, so I decided to escape and come see my boyfriend," she replies, only pecking his lips once before sliding down to kiss her way to his neck.

She pauses there, inhaling his usual comforting scent and losing herself in the enticing warm drowsiness he's cocooned into and almost deciding to fall asleep here and there -when did she sleep last, again, anyway? she can't recall- but she's got something to do, so she tears herself away from this heavenly spot and drops kisses downards until she reaches the years old scars on his chest.

"Tch, I was sleeping. So annoying," Levi complains, even as his hips immediately roll and start seeking friction against Hange's body.

But she's got a plan, a serious plan to surprise him with that new piercing she's so psyched over, and not even her growing arousal will deter her from it, she mentally scolds herself -no matter how uncomfortable her jeans are starting to feel and how much parts of her are begging her to respond to his movements right now.

"Is this annoying?" she asks, wrapping her lips around one of his nipple and only letting the tip of her tongue wet it, before moving to play with the other one the exact same way.

"Yes, it is," Levi speaks up, sounding much more awake now, glaring down at her. "You know how much I hate it when you tease.”

Hange's brain comes up with a dozen counterexamples to that statement, but she lets it slide.

"Relax, babe," she chuckles, leaving another trail of kisses down his belly, "I've got a surprise for you."

She hooks her fingers in his underwear's elastic and slides it down his legs when he obediently lifts his hips up to help her out. She takes a moment to allow her hands to roam back up his limbs, marveling at the powerful muscles she can feel right under his skin.

"I don't like surprises," he lies again, just as Hange finally settles between his thighs, her short nails still digging into the skin of his hips as her mouth hovers over him.

"Oh, you don't?" she asks, faking surprise and feigning to go and unhook one of his legs like she's about to get away. "Never mind then, I'll go–

"Don't move," he warns, using the force of his legs to push on her back and keep her where she is.

Hange grins at the lust in his voice and lowers her face enough that her mouth can part his lower lips gently, and a low moan escapes her through the intimate kiss when she realizes how wet he is already.

"Damn, what were you dreaming about that got you so worked up?" she wonders against him.

She's not even really asking, not when he's already panting and he somehow tastes even better than she recalled, not when she has to stop herself from ruining her big reveal by eating him out like he deserves right now, by drinking every drop of fluid his body can produce to quench her thirst and make him writhe some more beneath her newly accessorized tongue.

"You, actually," Levi confesses, sounding almost as shy as he does out of breath.

He's staring straight down and into her eyes as he says it though, looking both terrified and determined to get his point across, and Hange really doesn't know how she manages to hold back when he's pulling this brutal honesty barely hiding a mountain of vulnerability act on her -the very one she knows is too soon to reveal how it makes her heart hammer in her chest every single time she witnesses it.

Still, she somehow succeeds in reigning it in, only swallowing thickly before she replies.

"Ha! Never heard you admit that before," she half jokes.

And it's not actually untrue. She knows the physical effect she has on him, she's seen, felt and tasted it before, but Levi's hasn't been very vocal about this stuff so far –not unless they're in the middle of it and his brain gets foggy enough that he starts blabbering barely audible affectionate words to her she thinks she'll never get enough of. He's an action over words guy, much better at conveying how much he likes the way she's now slowly pushing the tip of her tongue in and out of him by threading his fingers through her hair and pulling her even closer, much more comfortable with tilting his hips towards her to try and get more of the contact he so desperately craves right now than by begging out loud for it.

"So, that's the big –fuck– surprise?" he asks between moans he can't keep in, "you driving me mad by edging me like this for hours? Cause that's hardly fucking surpri–

Hange opens her mouth wider and, before he finishes his sentence and her nerves get the better of her, lets the flat of her tongue and the hard metal of her now thirteen days old piercing come in contact with Levi's clit, lightly but firmly stroking it.

Levi startles and yelps at the unusual feeling, tugging at her hair in shock, but Hange's hands settle his hips back down before he can move again.

"Easy, easy," she chuckles, and lifts her head up high enough to proudly show him her new toy. "That's the surprise! You like?"

He freezes on the spot and stares down at her in silence, mouth agape and eyes open wide, and some of her confidence starts to wear off.

"You don't?” she asks instead, much less enthusiastic suddenly. “Shit. I'm sorry I scared you. You know how long I've wanted one of these, and I just thought this would be a funny way to show–

"You lied,” he cuts off her nervous rambling, frowning though his hand is now rubbing at her scalp gently where he pulled a little too hard before.

"What? How?”

“I'm obviously not the only reason you got out of your dorm in the last two weeks," he accuses, with a pout she almost can't tell is fake.

But there's a playful glint to his eyes that she's getting more and more familiar with as she spends more time with this relaxed, open side of him she loves so much, and she decides to mess with him right back.

"Who says I didn't do it myself?" she teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

His entire demeanor changes then, so fast she startles when he sits up and angles her head higher and away from where he needs her the most. He takes a deep breath and settles his free hand on her jaw to keep her mouth open, carefully studying the piece of jewelry.

"Hange Natsu Zoë, for the sake of your immune system and my sanity,” he starts as he looks back up and into her eyes, “you better swear to me that you did not pierce your own fucking tongue."

Hange barks out a laugh at the seriousness in his tone, shaking her head free and pushing him hard enough that he lies back down.

"Truth be told, I watched a couple of Youtube tutorials on the topic," she admits when she's back into position, gently and effortlessly sliding two of her fingers into him, relishing in the shiver she can feel spreading through his body at the smooth intrusion -and how well it works to make him forget whatever he was going to retort in reply. "But it didn't seem worth the risk to end up in the ER while you were on triage duty."

Levi clicks his tongue at her, but it turns into a hiss when she puts her lips over his clit and lightly sucks on it, twirling her piercing around it once it's trapped inside her mouth.

She releases it right when she can tell Levi was nearing his peak, and wordlessly apologizes by hooking and thrusting her fingers faster and faster in and out of him. She alternates between rubbing either the metal piercing and the muscle of her tongue on him, careful not too put too much pressure as he tends to get sensitive.

But Levi doesn't seem to remember that, and he cants his hips closer to her mouth still, his powerful thighs squeezing her head between them, stronger and stronger as she quickens the pace, her mouth and hand working in tandem as she ignores the building pain in her jaw and the need to breathe.

He comes with a loud strangled cry that vaguely resembles her name, and she almost loses focus as she realizes that. She doesn't stop swirling her tongue over him, avoiding his clit and gathering every drop of wetness she can feel leaking out of him to drink it hungrily. Her fingers fight against his squeezing walls to keep pushing against that sweet spot inside of him, drawing out his orgasm and making his entire body shake as he rides the tide.

"Fucking hell," she hears him sigh when he finally releases the pressure around her head, his legs falling heavily on each side of her body onto the mattress.

Hange takes a deep breath in when she's free, wipes her nose, chin and fingers on the sheets and grins up at him and his blushed, fucked-out face. He lazily reaches down and she complies, dragging herself upwards until they're face to face.

He kisses her without needing to think about it like he used to in the early stages of their relationship. His tongue ventures into her mouth immediately, languidly exploring and eager to play with the new addition, and Hange regretfully parts from that exciting enthusiasm when he tugs a little too forcefully at it.

"Careful! It's still sensitive. This shit needs like two months to heal properly."

Levi frowns again at that, and Hange has to bite her lips to stop herself from commenting on just how adorable he looks, trying to look all strict and serious when half of his brain is clearly not completely functional yet.

“Were you even supposed to do that so soon?" he worries, cupping her face into his hands.

It's almost too gentle a moment to ruin it, but Hange's never been one to refuse that kind of a challenge.

“Was it that bad? You know, you have to tell me if you don't like–

The rest of her sentence is muffled behind the hand he's just shoved against her mouth to keep her quiet. She loses tracks of whatever she was going to say anyway when she looks down at him in forced silence, at his rosy cheeks and nose, at his parted lips, at his dilated pupils and the odd determination she can see growing in his eyes.

“I love it,” he whispers softer than she's ever heard him speak, not even glancing down at her mouth.

He removes his hand, thumb caressing her upper lip as he goes, and she feels herself mirroring the gorgeous, easy smile that show on his own face, unable to tell if she's more frustrated or exhilarated at that maybe hint that he could have been talking about something other than her oral skills.