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rootbeergoddess · 3 years ago

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Eyes Off

Yeah, I’m making it my mission (between writing original stuff) to fill the Loki x reader tag with stuff featuring a plus sized reader because there isn’t enough of it.

“This is torture. This for all my past sins, isn’t it?” Loki asked dramatically.

“Come on, babe, no pain, no gain!” Y/N said, jogging in place. “We’ve only done one lap.”

Loki groaned, but she ignored him and started to jog again. It wasn’t that hot, and Y/N was tired of Loki’s excuses. As his girlfriend and the unofficial Avengers health expert, she had enough of Loki just lounging around the tower. Every single time she tried to get him to join her at the gym or go for a walk, he made up some excuse. Not today; this wasn’t healthy. Again, he tried to argue, using his clever tongue and compliments, but it didn’t work. After buying some workout clothes, the God of Mischief was out in the open, running after his girlfriend.

“My love,” He panted. “Are you sure I haven’t angered you? This isn’t a punishment?”

“Loki, you’ve squared off against Hulk more than once, and you’ve also fought giants, aliens, and other creatures,” She turned around, still walking. “You can deal with a jog.”

“But this is insane,” Loki gave an uncharismatic whimper. “My darling, please. I’d rather watch tedious sport with Thor than do this.”

“It’s called football, hun,” She said. “But I mean, you can give up if you want. Guess you don’t want any reward.”

Loki perked up at this.

“I got this really nice nightie, and I was going to show it off tonight,” She said, a sly smile on her face. “It’s a shame; it’s your favorite color.”

Loki grabbed her arm, pulled Y/N to him, and stared into her eyes.

“You’re so cruel to me,” He said in a low whisper. “Be lucky we’re in public, or you’d be punished.”

“Who says we have to wait?” She returned playfully.

Loki kissed her and groaned when she moved away. Y/N just winked before turning around to jog again, this time making sure she added an extra bit of bounce to her walk. Loki smiled as her round, plump ass jiggled. He hated working out, but he did love those tight pants of hers. “This woman is going to be the death of me,” Loki sighed.

Loki liked big things. Yes, he did like light and delicate things, but he also enjoyed largeness, especially with his partners. Yes, Y/N was healthy, but she still had curves upon curves. All her workouts had allowed you to sculpt her body, so your curves were perfectly balanced. When Loki had seen her in the Avengers’ gym, he nearly slammed into the wall due to being unable to tear his gaze away from her. Watching her stretch, watching her chest and ass jiggle, it sent him into a spiral.

He vowed to make her his.

With his vow in place, Loki was not subtle. WhenY/N came into the room, he stood up and teleported next to her. If there were meals at the Avengers’ kitchen, Loki reserved a spot next to her. He hated going to Migardian clubs, but if Y/N offered an invite, he’d go and only dance with her. To his surprise, she was receptive to his advances. It only took a bit more of his charm, and Y/N soon became his.

With Y/N being his mate, that made Loki protective and paranoid. That was one of the reasons he really didn’t enjoy going out for a jog. If she managed to get him to take her out to a restaurant or a movie, Loki noticed people staring. No, not people; men. Y/N’s body was excellent, and she knew it. Therefore, she dressed to show it off. Tight-fitting dresses, skirts that squeezed her ass; she flaunted off what you hand, and he personally loved it.

He didn’t love how others looked at her.

Mortals had two gazes when it came to Y/N; lecherous or judgemental. For some reason, Migardians had it in their heads that being voluptuous was horrid, and if you had a fuller figure, you were ugly. Loki knew that Migardians were stupid, but now he was sure they were lower life forms. He didn’t know how anyone could look at his beloved and see ugliness. She was a vision of beauty to him.

Loki watchedY/N jog ahead a bit, his eyes on her perfectly rounded ass. He smiled, but his grin vanished when he saw two young, thin women pointing at her. God, they weren’t even trying to be subtle. They were laughing, and one of them started making pig noises.

“Since you like pretending to be pigs so much,” Loki whispered, snapping his fingers.

Squeals erupted as the two women suddenly sprouted pig snouts and pink ears. They screamed in horror, attracting the looks of many. Loki caught up with his sweetheart.

“What was that?” She asked.

“I didn’t hear anything, love,” Loki lied. “Just the sound of your beautiful voice.”

“What did you do?” She stopped jogging.

“Dearest, I’m hurt,” Loki acted as if you had wounded him. “What makes you think I’ve done something?”

“Because you’re laying on the flattery, and you only do that when you’ve done something bad,” She crossed her arms. “What did you do?”

She knew him too well. Loki was thinking of a clever, witty way to escape his current situation when he spotted two men behind his sweetheart. Once again, they weren’t subtle at all; they were licking their lips, making lewd gestures. Loki’s eyes glowed green as he clenched his fist and growled. She noticed his ire and followed his eyes. The two men continued to make gross gestures. She made a disgusted face but merely rolled her eyes. That wasn’t good enough for Loki. Without even blinking, he used his magic to turn both men into dogs. A few people noticed, but his beloved was more focused on him.

“You’re not using magic behind my back again, are you?” She asked.

“Why on Earth would you think that?” Loki asked, feigning innocence.

“Loki,” She said in a warning tone.

Before he could say anything in his defense, a biker passed them and tossed his water bottle at the two of them. It burst, water showering both of them.

“Out of the way, fatass!” He shouted.

Oh, hell no.

“Loki, no wait!”

Loki growled before magically drying his clothes. Her protests were drowned out as a dagger formed in his hand, and he threw it at the back bike wheel. It popped, and the biker spiraled out of control before crashing.

“Damnit, people are starring,” She said, covering her face.

“Who cares about them? Someone should have taught that boorish brute some manners,” Loki took her hands in his. “Are you alright?”

“I’m just wet, but I’m fine,” She said, rubbing her arms. “It’s no big deal.”

“It is a big deal beloved,” Loki took her chin in his hand and made her face him. “Now, I’m going to ask my question again, and this time, you’re going to answer truthfully. Are you alright?”

“Well, I guess not,” She admitted. “That last guy was a jackass.”

“He most certainly was,” Loki said. “He’s lucky I don’t turn him into a mushroom or a newt.

“What the fuck, man?”

Said asshole had gotten up from the wreckage of their bike. Loki stood in front of Y/N, automatically defensive.

“Please don’t act as if you’re innocent here,” Loki said. “I don’t know who raised you, but they obviously forgot to teach you manners, you ill-behaved, snot-nosed nitwit.”

“What, because I insulted your whale of a girlfriend?” He asked. “Not my fault she’s a fatass.”

Loki was close to stabbing the biker, but Y/N grabbed his arm and leaned forward, whispering something in his ear. A mischievous smile spread across Loki’s lips.

“Oh, so you like whales?” Loki asked.

Loki snapped his fingers. The biker’s skin turned blue as his arms molded into fins and his legs disappeared. Onlookers gasped, pointed, and laughed. A few took out their phones to record the transformation. The biker screamed as he realized what was happening; he was being turned into a whale. Loki smirked, happy with his work, wrapped an arm around Y/N, and they began to walk off. The whale begged to be changed back, but Loki ignored him; the magic would wear off sooner or later, it was no longer his problem.

“You know Tony is going to chew your ass out once he finds out what you did, right?” Y/N asked him.

“It’s a small price to pay,” Loki kissed her cheek. “Your honor is more important than following Stark’s silly rules.”

“You know, I think you earned that reward after all,” She said with a smile.

Loki’s smile grew. This woman really was going to be the death of him.

#Rootbeer Writes #Loki #Loki Laufeyson x Reader #Loki x You #Loki Laufeyson #Self Insert #Female Reader #Plus Sized Reader #Tom Hiddleston x reader

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we-have-bangtan · 4 years ago

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I summoned you

Random one-shot #3

Pairing: demons!OT7 x witch!reader

Genre: fluff, fluff and more fluff, poly au

warning: swearing, its hella longggggg. <33

Part 2

Synopsis: The seven most powerful demons in the world were summoned for the first time in over a hundred years only to find out that their summoner is a little witch who was being hunted by witch hunters. She seeks protection from them but at what cost?

“Who the fuck summoned us?” Hoseok groaned feeling the familiar pain of transformation go through his body, “I don’t know but it better be worth it, I’m getting too old for this shit” Seokjin groaned as pain shot through his veins, black, bat-like wings erupting from his back as he fell to the ground in pain, the scars on his body burning up.

Namjoon wasn’t much better either, biting into a pillow as burning pain took over his head, his horns and fangs coming out for the occasion, it had been over a hundred years since they had last been summoned and they were bearing the pain of not transforming in all there years, Jungkook hissed as he felt his tailbone extend out of his body, piercing through his skin to form a tail.

Jimin and Tae held each other as each of their left eyes glowed bright, screaming as they changed from black to red, “I hope it isn’t an accident again or I’ll eat them alive” Jungkook groaned as he pulled himself off the ground grimacing at the pain that shot through his body.

Yoongi was the only one not in pain because he had been living in his demon form for a few years now, he didn’t have to transform.

“The spell was lost, I don’t know how someone is summoning us” he informed as Seokjin opened the portal to the mortal world, the portal would take them to where ever they were being summoned.

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Y/n anxiously stared at the pentagram she had drawn on her cottage floor, she’d be over if this spell didn’t work. She could hear the villagers approaching, could see the glow of their torches from her window. They were climbing up the hill, coming for her life, this spell was her only way of living.

She didn't know why the villagers had turned on her so easily when she had never done anything to them. She had kept her witchcraft confined to her cottage and its surroundings, but they seemed to have found out, she would blame the church people for that, because they were at the beginning of the uprising egging the villagers on.

They had almost caught her an hour ago when she had gone down for supplies, her arms were bruised from their assault but she had managed to escape from them, but she could run anywhere except her cottage.

She couldn't run anymore, there was no where to run now, she either had to stand and fight, which she was too weak for, or she had to perish, which she was too stubborn for so she had taken to the last resort, the demon spell.

Her magic wouldn't be enough to Wipeout all the people who were marching up the hill to her cottage, they'd burn her on the stake if they caught a hold of her, it would be a death with no pride or honor.

She felt the air shift around her, the salt grains blowing here and there and the candles flickering, the wind picked up speed outside as a portal opened directly above the pentagram and a demon fell out, falling to the ground with a thud and a groan. She moved to help him up but quickly stopped as a scream came from inside the portal before six other demons fell on the first one. Chaos ensured as each of them yelled at the other to get off their wings or tails or any other body part, she loudly cleared her throat to grab their attention making seven pairs of eyes snap to her.

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"Did you summon us little girl?" Namjoon asked as he took in her condition, she was awfully malnourished, her arms bruised and frail, she was a timid little thing who he assumed wasn't much younger than Jungkook before he had been changed into a demon. The girl nodded, holding a wand in her hand, a witch, Seokjin realized before he focused on her arms, “How did you summon us little witch” he asked, he was pretty sure the spell to summon them was a 21+ spell and she barely looked 18+ to him.

“with the spell of course although I didn’t know it would summon seven of them, I would have drawn a lager circle had i known” she mumbled making Yoongi gawk at her statement, “HOW THE FUCK DO YOU CAST A SUMMONING SPELL WITHOUT KNOWING HOW MANY DEMONS IT WOULD SUMMON?? WE COULD HAVE RIPPED YOUR THROAT OUT THE MOMENT WE SHOWED UP HERE” Hoseok barked, snapping his fangs at her.

“I know, no need to be an arse about it” she retorted as Hoseok stared at her in disbelief, “well then why did you summon us little witch?” Taehyung intervened, “I need help,” she stated plainly. This piqued Jimin’s interest, they all were clearly thinking the same thigh judging from the look in their eyes, they were mates, he knew how they thought, “Are you sure you can pay the price for our services darling” Seokjin remarked sweeping his eyes over the mostly bare cottage.

This girl was clearly living alone, a cauldron with coals under it sat in one corner of the house and a winding staircase lead up to attic which he assumed was her bedroom. Clothes hung to dry near the fire place in another corner of the house, her cupboards were mostly empty other than a loaf of bread and a tin of something he couldn’t recognize. She clearly didn’t have much to give.

“What is your price?” She asked, Yoongi admired her guts, she was clearly working hard on trying to seem unafraid, although she failed miserably, at least she tried. The seven of them thought for a while when they head a loud bang on the door. The girls eyes widened in fear, “they’re here” she cursed as she cast a colloportus spell on the door, “hurry up please” she pleaded, “what’s going on? what help do you need?” Jungkook asked as Seokjin place a shield over the door blocking the people from coming in for a short while.

“They’re hunting me and i want them gone” she revealed, the boys looked up at her, “how sure are you that we won’t rip your throat once you set us free from this circle” Yoongi asked, “I don’t have anything to lose if you kill me the moment i let you free, I don’t have much to live for anyway” she answered, “we’ll discuss the price once we’re done” Namjoon warned as she cast the aqua eructo spell, a stream of water sprouting from the tip of her wand, wiping the circle of salt away just as a window shattered, glass spilling everywhere.

“Jimin, get her somewhere safe” Namjoon commanded his mate, the younger demon nodded dutifully before stepping forward and wrapping an arm around her waist, positioning his wings, “hold on tight” he warned as he too to the air, going out through the back door of the cottage, taking her to the roof of the cottage, “stay here while we sort that stuff out” he told her, taking off to join the others.

They possessed the humans, making them kill each other or they’d simply burn them to a crisp, she had expected them to be strong and powerful, but not this powerful, powerful to wipe out all the people who had come to attack her. She didn’t pay much heed to the humans who ran into the forests, she didn’t care where they went as long as they didn’t come near her or her cow, Morphus, who was currently in the shed, a little away from the clearing she lived at.

She noticed one of the church men trying to climb the roof to get to her but she quickly jinxed him, making him fall off the roof. Half way through the battle, Yoongi called in quits because the boys could deal with it without him, he joined Y/n on the roof top, folding his wings carefully to not hurt her, “Why don’t you just move from here, go fin some other forest to live in” he asked, leaning back on his hands, looking up at the sky, “there’s no where else to go, I’ve been running for too long” she answered and with that all conversation subsided as they both watched the others fight, Yoongi noticed a few people running for the forests and jerked up to go after them only to be stopped by Y/n, “let them be,” she said and he obey’d.

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It didn’t take the demons long to finish everyone, they all gathered in her kitchen, Jin and Taehyung were hurt, but nothing big, just minor wounds according to the two demons but she insisted on tending to their injuries with a warm cloth and some potions, “this will scar” she told Jin, feeling guilty all of a sudden, “one of a million, don’t worry” he smiled as she wrapped his almost fully healed hand up.

“what is this?” Jungkook asked as he peered down the mug on Y/n’s table, “banana milk” she answered as she turned to Taehyung to wrap his wound up too, Jungkook took a sip of the milk before downing the whole mug, “do you have more?” he asked, looking like a child who wants an extra treat, she nodded, getting up to pull out a jar full of it from her cupboard, handing it to the boy, she didn’t seem the least bothered that a demon boy was drinking up all her banana milk.

“so what is the price I have to pay? if you’ll hurry up, I have cleaning to do” she said looking at the dead bodies scattered all around her house, some even on tree branches. The boys looked at each other, “We’ll need some time to discuss” Namjoon said on behalf of them all, “you do that and I’ll clean that up” she said, grabbing her wand and leaving the house.

“So, what now?” Namjoon asked once he made sure she was far away from them, “I don’t think she can really give much, she barely has anything herself” Hoseok said, scanning the room again, “This place is nice tho, although she could use some more things in it” Seokjin admitted, looking around the peaceful cottage, it was clean, and would look beautiful if it wasn’t so bare, “it is” Namjoon admitted when Jimin’s piped up, “I don’t like the fact that she lives like this, she could die any moment and no one would notice, maybe we can come here more often” he suggested, already planning all the things he’d bring here from the underworld, Namjoon nodded, “it has been way too long since I’ve actually seen the sky, donno why mortals have to have all the good things when they die so easily” he huffed as he looked out of the window, looking down at the valley in which the village nestled.

“I have an idea hyung, why don’t we use her place as a sort of abode, she can offer her house to us when ever we want in exchange for our services” Taehyung offered and Namjoon and Seokjin agreed, it would be nice to come to the mortal world often, “is everyone fine with that?” he asked the others, none of them rejected the idea and soon enough, Y/n was called back in.

They explained what they wanted and she just stared at them, dumbfound, “why would you want to come here when you can live luxuriously in the demon world?” she asked, “the demon world is not all its cooked up to be” Jimin answered.

It took a little convincing (threatening) to get her to agree but she did.

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The boys were common visitors to her little cottage, each of them would show up on their own accord and timing with their own reasons, often in their human form, she had been surprised to see how much more handsome the seven of them were in their human forms and she had told them so.

They would show up with little things that she would need around the house, sometimes unnoticeable and sometimes ridiculous, they’d bring her small fancy plates and saucers, fabrics and potion ingredients and even a new wand once before they progressed to bringing bigger things like vases and pillows and rugs despite her protesting.

Namjoon was the first to show up at her door with a book in hand to see books about the seven of them scattered on her table. They had stopped popping up directly inside the house after Y/n had yelled at them for freaking her out, “reading up on us I see” he commented as he dragged a chair to sit, “I’ll have to because i literally don’t know anything about the seven of you” she mumbled as she read on. They both read their books in silence before Y/n offered him tea which he accepted gratefully.

Seokjin and Jungkook were the next one’s to show up because they were hungry, she served them with honey bread and maple syrup. Seokjin showed a keen interest in cooking, offering to help her out while she cooked for the three of them, since then, he’d show up during meal times to eat with her and cook with her, it became something the two of them got used to and one of the greatest things Seokjin would miss once she had passed.

Jungkook and her bonded over banana milk, the boy couldn’t get enough of it, even taking some back to the demon realm only to come back for more the next day. They both would wander the forest in search of bananas and maple trees and make the banana milk together, he was the most frequent visitor that even Morphus had started to recognize Jungkook who would sit next to Y/n when she milked the cow every morning.

Tae and Jimin would often come together just to mess with her and to make a fool out of the villagers down in the valley. They went herb searching together in the forests. They’d pick flowers for the house and they even dug up a well for the little cottage to use.

Hoseok would also come by often just to gossip with her, telling her about all the events in the demon world, they both would talk over tea and little cakes about Namjoon’s snoring and Seokjin’s new obsession with bad jokes. On days which were not too hot or too cold they’d set up a table outside and just bask in each others company.

Yoongi was the last to visit her, and even when he did visit, he decided to take a nap only to get back up complaining about how bumpy the mattress was before vanishing off and coming back with a new mattress. They’d nap together on days Y/n didn’t have anything to do, and had been found wrapped up with each other by the other quiet often.

They’d all come together once every few days to have lunch and dinner and to talk and play, enjoying the sun and grass and flowers before they had to go back to the demon world.

It was funny to see the seven strongest demons be so gentle and ind to a little human girl, weaving flower crowns for her and laying their head in her lap, taking cat naps together.

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They seven boys got quiet attached to the little witch, trying to meet her as often as possible and be as gentle as possible to her. Imagine their surprise when Namjoon walked in on a sorcerer sitting on one of the chairs as Y/n made him a cup of tea.

“A demon!” the sorcerer shrieked as Namjoon came inside the house, Y/n slowly turned around to see Namjoon standing st the door, greeting him with a smile and a kiss to his cheek, “Namjoon-ah meet my mentor, the great Sorcerer Potter” she introduced as Namjoon felt a green knot form in his chest, he was sure the rest of his mates felt it too because a portal opened not soon after, tossing the 6 other boys into the mortal world, all of them looking eerily calm, “why is he here y/n? he questioned, “he just came to visit” she explained, “then why is his smell all over you?” Jungkook demanded, grabbing her wrist to get a scent of her.

“get lost” Yoongi hissed at the sorcerer, the powerful man shrieked as he apparated to who knows where. “Y/n,” Hoseok said, taking her hands in his, “did he touch you” he asked, his voice low, she shook her head, no, no one had touched her, thank the demons, Jimin thought as he enveloped her in his arms, overpowering the sorcerer’s smell with his own. “good, don’t let anyone touch you except for us little witch” Seokjin mumbled as he placed a kiss on her forehead, she hummed in agreement as they all bundled up in her cozy cottage, now a lot more comfortable and colorful than before.

They loved her but they couldn’t have her because demons didn’t deserve happiness, it was a curse on them, they weren’t meant to love, only hate and kill because even if they loved y/n they’d inevitably end up with a part of their heart hollow because demons couldn’t love little witches because demons were immortal while witches would meet their end soon enough.

None of them laid with their little witch because it was forbidden but they did caress her, they held her close and made her feel warm and loved by each of them, they were tender and careful with her, trying to spend every moment with her and while that might seem like too much for a mortal, it was a mere few moments for immortals and they tried to carve her memory into their hearts and minds so they would never forget her despite how much time passed by.

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The eight of them spent 86 years together, Y/n passed due to illness at the ripe age of a hundred and twelve years with a smile and her seven demons surrounding her when she too her last breath.

The demons wished she’d reincarnate bu they didn’t keep much hope in that because demons wishes were never fulfilled. But they lived on with the memory of the little witch who had summoned them and had carved herself into their cold, dark hearts.

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Y/n's cottage

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dehydratedpercy · 3 years ago

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Headcannon about family reunions, more specifically everyone gathering at Sally's and her just adopting and occasionally one of the godly parents show up

(I’m gonna go ahead and pretend this is in the PoR universe, except after Percy and Sally reconnect.)

So, there are a couple things that intrigue me about this

1) Paul Blofis’ existence

2) So many demigods are orphans holy shit

Okay, so going off of that, Hazel, Leo, Frank, Nico, Jason, and Reyna are all orphans, and Percy, Piper, and Annabeth all have their mortal parent still alive. So like, I could definitely see Sally hosting a Christmas party or something and telling Percy “just bring everyone who doesn’t have a place to go and we’ll take care of it”

She may have underestimated but it’s fine

So let’s just say that Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Hazel, Frank, and Nico all come over for the holidays. Nico is only there for a little while, because he’s also going to spend part of the holidays with Will’s family.

They all very quickly find themselves adopted by Sally, and thoroughly entertained by Paul

Maybe this event happens after a kind of difficult thing too, and all of their spirits are down. And then they go to Sally’s apartment and there’s a bAbY and Paul is asking all these questions about swordplay and powers and it’s just a really good time

Hazel and Frank both definitely respond to the stress by taking a lot of naps, usually with Hazel half-sitting half-laying on the couch with her head tilted back, drooling, and Frank in pug form dozing on her lap

The other demigods aren’t opposed to naps either, and there are a couple times when Sally/Paul get home to find a half dozen demigods crashed out on their couches

Originally, Sally/Paul tried to give everyone their own beds, or at least rooms. Percy had his own room, Frank and Hazel had their own air mattresses, someone took the couch, someone slept on the floor of the nursery, etc. But very quickly Sally found out that was Not the vibe, because no matter where they all started sleeping, they always ended up in different spots. She found Hazel cuddling pug-Frank, found two people platonically wrapped up in each other on the couch, found minimum one extra person in Percy’s bed, etc etc. And eventually she just… stopped fighting it, and let them all sleep in the living room together in the cuddle party of their dreams.

Anyways, this is the first time they all go to Sally’s. They go again a couple times after that, though, and soon they’re all just… used to it.

Sometimes Roman demigods will be on a quest going through New York and they always make sure to stop by to say hi

It just ends up being a nice space where they can get some rest and feel like they have a family for a little while

(Oh also they sometimes provide free childcare for Sally, who occasionally leaves them to take care of Estelle, but ONLY if there’s minimum three people at a time, just in case a monster shows up and distracts two of them. Hazel usually ends up being one of the three. She is shocking good with babies, and she is absolutely brutal with monsters.)

(Oh, also, back to Christmas? Mars shows up for Christmas. Just… because. He stops by, eats too many of Sally’s cookies, nearly makes Paul pee his pants. He isn’t going to stay long but then he sees what’s for dinner and invites himself to join. No one else gives burnt offering for their parents when they’re not at camp, except for Frank, who’s found a way. He is about to burn an offering for Mars when he stops, sighs, and instead just hands the food over to Mars. Percy had to leave the room because he’s laughing.)

#family reunion #found family #sally jackson #paul blofis #pjo #headcanon #pjo headcanon

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remakethestars · 4 years ago

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CABIN 10 — APHRODITE

Headcanons.

❝I want to apologize to all the women I have called pretty before I’ve called them intelligent or brave. I am sorry I made it sound as though something as simple as what you’re born with is the most you have to be proud of when your spirit has crushed mountains. From now on, I will say things like, ‘You are resilient,’ or, ‘You are extraordinary.’ Not because I don’t think you’re pretty. But because you are so much more than that.❞

— Rupi Kaur

Headcanon masterlist.

They’re the camp hairdressers. You need a trim? You want it cut? You want it died? You want to shave it all off? Hit ‘em up.

The type of people that will straight-up chop their hair if it doesn't match their outfit. Somehow, it always works out? I'm looking at Micarah Tewers.

They also run a secret ear piercing — or anything else you need to pierce — parlor.

Okay, but consider: children of Aphrodite that grow up to be models.

They can charm speak the photographers into letting them pick their own poses & not make them do seductive ones if they’re not comfortable with them.

Some create clothing lines that represent sustainable fashion & have big names but small carbon footprints.

Some are spies.

Think about it! They know how to switch subtle bits of their personality to fit in with everyone they come across, when & when not to use their charm.

The hide outfits under other outfits & can slip one off in public to reveal the other & lose a tail.

And they'd probably be great at disguise makeup. Add a prosthetic chin, contour their nose differently, pull off their wig, & they're a completely different person.

Plus, their combat training at C.H.B. makes them the perfect agent.

The floor next to their bunk is scattered with fabric cuttings, pins, needles, their sewing machine, serger, & measuring tape.

The number of times someone's gotten a needle or pin in their foot's a tad concerning.

Will absolutely not wear a top with an overstitched collar. Fast fashion is so tacky! Understitch is the way to go, the staple of a quality garment.

Vintage is better. Not because it's in style (that's a plus, though), but because the seams are big enough for you to let out, & it's made to last.

Experts at thrifting. Not just 'cause it's trendy or whatever, but because they're excellent at upcycling & far too many perfectly good clothes go into the land fill each year.

Make stunning dresses out of Good Will table cloths & curtains.

Or stitch two items together into one better whole.

They iron their clothes; they're not animals.

Really good at getting stains out?

Totally in on the corset bustier top trend, but they're using spiral steel boning in place of zip-ties. Because, again, they want things to last & they're not tacky.

Pass each other tips. Like to tuck your top into your tights to avoid the bulge under your skirt.

Some found big-name, organic makeup companies that don't test on animals. They use packaging that can be recycled or that's biodegradable.

Borrow their clothes, sure, whatever, but double-dip in their makeup & die. The bacteria will give them acne. (Or is it the oils? Either way, you'll perish.)

Happy to drop their skincare routine, though.

You need to cover up that tattoo you got from C7? They got you.

Flawless makeup on a budget. Expensive doesn't always mean better.

They're taking you to the pool for a first date? Take a seat, C10 knows just the stuff. They use what Disney Princesses use.

Can guess the right shade of foundation/lipstick for you on the first couple tries.

A lot of them invest in magnetic lashes because glue's a b¡tch.

Reusable makeup wipes.

Rick says C10 kids just sit around the lake & check their reflection, but consider: working out gets them their dream bod. So, yes, they do, in fact, train.

They just do it with intricate braids/hair gel & stylish sportwear.

And if a potential partner finds it unattractive that they’re “too muscly,” they’re no longer a potential partner.

Weapons disguised as jewelry or chapstick/lipstick.

Thalia had a mace canister that turned into a spear, & I gotta say, I.D.K. how she planned to get that through security. Imagine, alternatively, a tube that appears to be full of bright red lipstick when the T.S.A. agent opens it, but actually turns into a spear when opened by a half-blood.

(I have a headcanon that Riptide would just be a pen in the hands of a mortal. Bounced around for years as random objects until Poseidon nabbed it & took it to Chiron — recall that pen you lost?)

A pink, velvet choker that turns into a kopis with a dove embossed in the handle.

Many choose to train in heels. Might as well wear in training what they’ll be wearing when attacked in the street.

They’ve got no time for internalized misogyny.

“C10′s weak ‘cause they like being pretty!” Good way to lose a kneecap, Annabeth. You’ve grown up in this camp, you knew Selina, & you should know better.

They confront Piper’s misogyny pretty early on after The Lost Hero, but Piper still takes some time to get over her bias toward pink.

Are we not gonna talk about Rick’s fashion choices for Piper throughout the series? “She looks so fashionable.” To whom, Rick? To whom?

You couldn’t’ve done a little internet surfing just to see what was in style? I never leave the house in anything but jeans, Converse, & a graphic t-shirt from Walmart, & even I know she’s dressed like a middle-schooler! Probably because that’s how I dressed in middle-school… That’s not the point.

The point is just because a character likes makeup or fashion or the color pink, doesn’t mean they can’t/won’t fight for their lives & the lives of their friends if/when the time comes. And it doesn’t mean that they’re stupid or judgmental.

I don’t know a lot about makeup. Hades, I don’t even wear makeup — you can’t rub your eyes or scratch your face; it would drive me crazy. I don’t know a lot about fashion either. I don’t understand it, but I can respect it.

❝‘Jesus,’ Sara says as Branley walks past us. ‘Too cold to show off cleavage, so instead she goes for jeans so tight I can see her thong.’ ‘She looks nice,’ I say, and she does. Branley always looks put together in a way that tells me she spends hours in front of a mirror before going outside. And while I don’t understand that, I can respect it.❞

— Alex Craft, Mindy McGinnis’s The Female of the Species

According to The Lost Hero, all children of Aphrodite intuitively speak French. Cool, cool, cool — but consider, all of them also intuitively speak the language of flowers.

They see a red rose, and they just know it symbolizes love & passion. They see an orange lily, to contrast, & they know it symbolizes hatred.

There’s a copy of The Language of Flowers in their cabin, and it’s full of annotations, like, So-and-so gave these to so-and-so for Valentines Day! And, So-and-so gave these to so-and-so after their kiss on the Fourth of July; they obviously didn’t do their research!

They work together with C4 (Demeter) to provide flowers for funerals & the like.

C10 bookshelves also contain a lot of romance novels.

Beaten up copies of Pride & Prejudice & The Fault in Our Stars with faded highlighter over the beautiful lines & annotations in the margins.

The outside walls are a dusty pink, & the wood’s stained a dark brown that goes surprisingly well with the pink.

Inside, the walls are covered in faded wallpaper.

The southwest wall has a bay window with extra storage in the seat. (There’s not a body in there; they swear.)

(That’s an Arsenic & Old Lace reference, for you youngsters.)

The curtains have one chiffon layer closer to the window & a thicker floral fabric for inside. The thick curtains are replaced based on the season & whether or not someone’s decided to make a romper out of them.

They have a real bell jar with a real rose in front of the window. Legend has it it’s from Aphrodite herself.

Said window is a stained glass image of a dove.

The chaise lounge was probably beautiful when it was brought it, but it’s got fingernail polish & makeup stains on it now. Honestly, someone should really have that thing cleaned.

As you might have noticed, I placed a gif of swans at the top instead of a fancast for Aphrodite. This is because I think, as I believe most Percy Jackson fans do, multiple people should play her. I'd cast Arden Cho, Camila Mendes, Candice Patton, Diane Kruger, & Gal Gadot to start with.

Visit my Aphrodite cabin Pinterest board or my headcanon masterlist.

DISCLAIMER ━━━ I know I got a tad political with this one, but I didn’t & don’t intend to offend anyone. ━━━ These headcanons are what I consider to be canon in my fanfictions. They may be others’s headcanons I’ve subconsciously filed away in my noggin. If one’s yours and you want it removed or credited, please send me your post and let me know.

#Aphrodite #Aphrodite cabin #Aphrodite kids #children of Aphrodite #Percy Jackson #PJO #HOO #remakethestars #beauty #makeup #sewing #fashion #headcanons #headcannons #hcs

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aghoulishtale · 4 years ago

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Suck it up, Vampire

Simon Lewis x Reader // The Mortal Instruments

Request: “one of Simon where he feels very worried about being a vampire and thinks the girl will reject him” for anonymous

Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: Blood (normal vampire stuff)

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“Is Simon in?” You asked, despite the fact that you already knew the answer. It was daylight, there was nowhere else he could possibly be. Elaine Lewis smiled at you, the same smile you had always received, as though she didn’t trust you, unlike the warm, welcoming smile Clary always got. You weren’t sure what Simon had told her about you, he always insisted he’s never said anything bad, she just didn’t seem to like you.

“He’s not feeling well I’m afraid.” She told you, showing no signs of being willing to let you in.

“I heard, I’ve brought some stuff for him.” You lifted up the plastic bag you were holding to show her, hoping that she wouldn’t ask what was in it. You didn’t know how you would explain why you were bringing her son half a dozen bottles of cow blood.

“I can take that for you.” She reached out to take the bag, but you quickly pulled it back, holding it to your chest.

“I was really hoping to talk to him.” You tried. Reluctantly, she stepped back, widening the door to let you in. You thanked her as you passed, heading up the stairs towards Simon’s room and gently knocking on the door, worried that he might be asleep.

“Simon? It’s y/n.” You heard a mumble from the other side, and took it as permission to enter, cracking the door open and slipping in. The room was completely dark, the curtains drawn shut and a blanket hung over them as extra precaution so that no sunlight could get in. “I bring blood.” You whispered, just in case his mother happened to be close. As your eyes adjusted to the light, you saw him lying in bed. He looked as though he had either been asleep or was trying to. “Sorry, did I wake you?” You placed the bag on his desk, pulling out the chair to sit, tucking up your legs so that you were watching him over the top of your knees.

“No. Can’t.” He sat up, flicking on the light, more for your sake than his, and drawing up his knees to mirror your position. In this light, you could see how much paler he was now, the darkness under his eyes, and the black veins spidering just underneath his skin, a sign that he needed to eat.

“You look awful.” You told him, digging out one of the bottles from the bag and tossing it to him.

“I feel it.” He responded as he caught the bottle, grimacing as he drank the contents.

“You know, I heard a nice walk in the sun can make you feel better.”

“Hilarious.” He rolled his eyes as he threw the now empty bottle to the end of the bed.

“I thought so.” You shrugged. He silently stared at his feet, looking almost like a child who had been put in time out, and the sight of him looking so defeated felt wrong. He was usually so upbeat, always the one cracking jokes and smiling. Seeing him like this, all you wanted was to pull him into a hug and tell him it was going to be okay, that you would find a way to fix this even though there was nothing you could do.

“How are you doing?” You asked, knowing it was a pointless question, it was obvious he wasn’t doing well, but what else could you say? No one had prepared you for how to comfort someone when they've unexpectedly been turned into a vampire.

“Oh, fantastic.” He replied, and you winced at the sarcasm. “Besides the blood drinking, sun aversion and lying to everyone I know, everything is just great.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” He told you, which logically you knew, you didn’t technically do this to him, but you still felt as though you could have done something to prevent it.

“I should’ve protected you.” You mumbled, but his new enhanced vampire hearing meant he heard it anyway.

“There was nothing you could’ve done.” He assured, but, even though you didn’t argue it out loud, you knew he was wrong. There was plenty you could’ve done, you had thought of all of it the night you had had to help bury him. “It’s not like you could’ve fought off all those vampires.”

“I might’ve done. I’ve watched Buffy, I could’ve kicked their asses.” The small chuckle you received helped to ease the dread you had been feeling for days now, though you were starting to believe that it was never going to fully go away. A little satisfied that you had made him smile, you moved to sit next to him, pulling him into your side, the lack of body heat startling you as he welcomed the hug, laying his head on your shoulder.

“I’m never going to get a girlfriend now.” He muttered.

“Excuse me?” You exclaimed, the sudden change in topic taking you by surprise.

“I can only go out at night and eat blood, not exactly romantic.”

“There’s definitely someone out there who's into that.” You joked, trying to maintain your usual repartee. If you were braver, you would’ve told him he was more than that, that he was worth making the adjustments for, and that despite what had happened, he was still the Simon you had fallen in love with.

“I don’t think she is.” You were glad he couldn’t see the disappointment on your face when he said this. Of course there was someone he was thinking of, and you figured you knew exactly who it was.

“Look, Clary lo-”

“Not Clary.” He interrupted, shuffling away in order to turn to face you. You wanted to ask who he meant then, but didn’t think you could handle hearing him say anyone else. It had taken you a while to accept his crush on Clary, you weren’t prepared to go through that again, especially right now with everything that was going on.

“I only thought I loved her because it was the easiest option, y’know?” He explained. “I mean, I do love her, just not in the way I thought I did. It’s not like either of us have ever had loads of people falling at our feet, it was just the two of us, but now she’s got Jace, and I’m technically dead, and y-” He cut himself off, his eyes falling away from your face to where his hands were interlocked in his lap. “She was way out of my league before, now there’s definitely no chance.”

“You don’t know that.” He shrugged as he lifted his eyes back to your face. You chewed at your bottom lip as you thought about what to say next, how to tell him that anyone would be lucky to be loved by him, vampire or not, without giving away your true feelings for him. This was the most sincere either of you had ever been with each other, both of you tending to hide behind humour. “Suck it up, vampire.” You said, falling back to that habit. He blinked in surprise. “You need to just tell her how you feel, get it over with and deal with the consequences, okay?”

“Okay.” He answered nervously, taken aback by your sudden straight forwardness.

“Now, get some sleep. As soon as that sun sets, me and you are going out.” You told him as you stood. He shook his head affectionately before lying down.

“I love you, y/n.” He spoke quietly just as you were about to open the door, causing you, and your heart, to falter. He had never said this to you before, even though he and Clary had said it to each other many times, and you had been friends for as long as they had.

“I love you too, Simon.” You said back, switching off the light and leaving the room, the whole conversation playing over in your mind as you made your way home. Maybe you were the one who actually needed to suck it up, you thought.

#Simon Lewis #simon lewis x reader #the mortal instruments #robert sheehan #robert sheehan character fic #fic request #my writing #here comes the part of the tags where i feel like i have to justify myself #i hate writing dialogue #this was actually really hard and i kinda just gave up because i just wanted it done #so hopefully it’s okay but I’ve been staring at this for nearly 2 weeks now and never want to look at it again #sorry Simon I still love you

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saphirered · 4 years ago

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Hey! I hope you’re doing well. You’re writing is always great and I get excited when I see you’ve posted something new. Would you consider writing a little something with platonic Caduceus and reader where they have similar personalities and interests, but different backgrounds? Maybe the reader doesn’t have any family to speak of? I’m open to any character class or race :) thank you!

I’m doing well. I’m glad you like my writing and thank you. It’s really nice to hear people get excited when I post new things. I never expected people to like it at all 🙈. I hope you like the way this one turned out 😘

You were typical city folk. Born and raised in the heights of civilisation; the pride and joy of the Law Bearer Erathis herself. Raised at the temple of the Raven Queen as a foundling the clergy were the only parental figures you knew and they were hardly parents. Your relationship with them is less of a parent-child dynamic. They were your caretakers and supported which is more than a lot of people can say but you missed out on parental pride, love and the ability to confide in someone in such a way. You missed out on the relation with siblings. No running around the hallways of the temple, no secrets between just you and them, no protective older sibling or a younger one that gets away with everything. You had no weird aunt or uncle to tell you ridiculous stories or take you on adventures every so often like the books you’d read as a child.

Your childhood never bothered you because it was good and happy, just in a different way. You found a mother figure in the Matron. You’d get dreams sometimes, waking up with a single black feather on your pillow. She gave you an appreciation of all things living. Death is a sacred thing but it’s the life that counts. You made it your goal to nourish that what needs a little extra attention and preserve what can be saved before its time, conforming to the natural order. The Matron of Ravens taught you death is just as sacred as life and so you valued it and vowed to upkeep her commandments and preserve that natural order of life and death.

As a child you spent much time within the public parks and gardens. You had an affinity unrivalled. Making flowers blossom in spring and keeping the branches and roots healthy during the colder months, curing diseases, healing ailments as well as returning to the earth what once came from it upon the passing. When you were old enough these habits carried over to ‘living things’; a term you had to disagree with because all that grows lives. You became part of the clergy and continued your life within the temple of the Raven Queen.

You were never confined to the temple life. Your work took you far and wide, your expertise wanted by the many. You had tended to the ailments of kings as you had commoner, treating no different. You had tended to the pristine gardens of royalty as you had the fields of a farmer. In the eyes of the natural order all lives are equal in the end and so you treated them in life.

When a group of strangers came knocking at your door looking for an expert you were surprised by the colourful bunch on your doorstep but heard them out regardless. You were faced with the story of a cursed forest, a sanctuary of the natural order to be disturbed, a family missing and a new one found. A story of beacons of endless stars, possibilities and souls of the preserved to be reborn, conflict, war and death. Stories of salvation, resurrection, a fight to preserve the natural order and save the lives of the many. Stories far and wide yet to be told.

You were needed. Your expertise was needed and when a raven landed on your windowsill staring at you, studying you and awaiting your response you knew it was time to leave behind the life you knew and venture into a strange new world of adventure and the unknown. How could you turn them down? Your help was needed and while the venture might be a bit longer and much riskier than your usual ones, the task remained the same. You’d travel with the Mighty Nein for a while and aid them for however long they needed you.

You grew to love the Mighty Nein like the family you never had but you have to say from the very beginning you felt a natural gravitation towards the colourful firbolg, a radiance akin to that of the life you vowed to preserve. Caduceus did not hide he felt a same sort of gravitation towards you. The two of you were often paired together on watches or went out together to stock up on supplies for the road, spell components and the likes. The two of you while at first glance are day and night, as your respective deities are when compared, but those who look closer know you are in a way, one and the same.

You’re sitting on the jungle floor eyes closed listening to the nocturnal critters make their way through, searching for food, hunting and finding their hideouts, burrows and nests before the sun rises and morning comes. A smile on your face, as you take everything in over the soft snoring and slight twisting and turning of some of the Nein. You hear someone sitting down next to you.

“Good morning.” You say peaking through one eye seeing the pink haired firbolg cup of tea in hand. The two of you had always been and probably always will be the early risers of the group. Old habits? Perhaps so.

“Ah, it is, isn’t it?” He offers you a cup of tea. You take it with a quick thanks blowing away the steam and cool it down a little before you take a sip. A good cup of tea never fails to wake you up properly.

“How are you feeling? Getting closer to where the Wild Mother has been sending you?” The two of you look out seeing the first light barely bleed through the trees. Caduceus waits a little before speaking, contemplating his answer. His brow furrows.

“I’m unsure.” Caduceus mentally retreats just a little bit, watching his expression you can see the thoughts rush through his head. You know he worries for his family and how you might find them. A lot is unsure at these times. You can only hope for the best and prepare for the worst but you have faith.

“You’re worried, for your family. For what might have become of them?” He gives you a bit of a smile and nods. It’s clear Caduceus hasn’t directly been faced with the notion of mortality in this sense close to home whereas in any other situation he’d be fine.

“I’ve been waiting to see them for a long time. While I trust the Wild Mother’s path, I can’t help but find myself doubting if they are well.” You try to find a way to best approach his concerns and ease his mind. The words of comfort either of you would offer to those coming into your respective places of worship do not apply to this situation nor would they be particularly helpful. You’re not dealing with the dead, just the possibility of death of loved ones.

“You trust her path and you believe she’s at your side?” You ask deep in thought as a light breeze rushes through out of nowhere. The Wild Mother must be listening. Caduceus relaxes a bit more knowing she’s there. Despite what some may think, the breeze may just tell you what you need to know.

“Yes. I believe so.” He smiles watching the leaves blow, the breeze being carried away into the distance of the early morning jungle, a couple of birds scattering as it comes along.

You take a moment, close your eyes and reach out your senses sending a little prayer to the Raven Queen. You’re met with a sense of warmth, a soft cawing of a raven flying away and a small light in the darkness.

“Then they’ll be alright in the end. I don’t sense my Matron’s presence in relation to you. You’ll be reunited with your family once more.” You interpret the signs she shows you. While they might not be a certainty you have faith she would not let you down.

“That’s nice.” You return to staring into the jungle in comfortable silence for a while.

“What do you miss the most? About home and your family I mean.” You ask a bit out of the blue but you couldn’t help yourself wondering with everything drawing closer and the uncertainty of how you’ll find the Stone family, and what you’ll encounter there.

“Old habits. The people. The simplicity of life. I’d say the piece and quiet but that wouldn’t be entirely true. Just different kind of noise. You know what I mean.” Caduceus reminisces, dopey smile returning at the memory of his family. You’ve heard some of the tales of his shenanigans when it comes to his siblings. He’s confided in you and you vowed to keep those a secret. Who knew Caduceus could be quite the prankster?

“I don’t actually. I never had a family like yours. The Mighty Nein is the closest I’ve ever gotten to the meaning of a family.” You look over to the sleeping shapes. You wouldn’t trade them for the world but can’t deny it’s still not the same. The others can attest to that.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I apologise if I offended you.” You smile at him. You’d stated before you loved your found ‘family’, the clergy but they were never your real family. It just hadn’t come up your dynamic with them was not the same as a more typical even dysfunctional family.

“It’s quite alright. I never knew my birth family. I knew the clergy at my temple and that’s alright. I always wondered what it would be like to have parents to confide in, siblings to spend time with, perhaps even share interests with and people who love me unconditionally, people like me but also not. Do you get what I mean?” Caduceus nods in agreement and thinks for a second.

“I understand. Though you might come to take back the part about wanting to spend more time with siblings. They’ll grow on you like ivy in places you don’t want it.” He laughs a little and you join him.

“They can’t be that bad.” You joke the both of you laughing as quietly as you can trying not to wake the others up.

“I’d love to meet your family. From what you’ve told they’re wonderful.”

“They are, in their own ways but don’t tell Calliope I said that.” Caduceus bumps your shoulder and you bump back finishing the last of your tea. You’ve heard enough tales of Calliope to know you better not tell her or she might never let Caduceus forget he admitted it so openly to someone else outside of the family.

“I’m sure they’d like you too. If you wanted to you could come back to the Blooming Grove with us one day. Clarabelle always wanted another sibling. She thinks Calliope is a bit too stoic. The two of you would make great friends.” Caduceus finishes his tea and you’re a little taken aback. You look for any kind of jest. He must be joking right?

“You’re serious?” Caduceus laughs a little at your reaction.

“Unless you don’t want to. I think you’ll fit in right along. Our ancestor used to be a champion of the Raven Queen. She might appreciate the return of a new Clay. Not by blood but by heart.” You recall the story he once told about the champions Stone, Dust and Clay of the Matron. You feel a pull in your heart out of nowhere and swear you hear a raven’s caw in the back of your mind. She’d be satisfied.

“I’d like that very much if they’ll have me.” With Caduceus reassurance his family would very much like you and get along with you you’d see where this would go. Perhaps you would become an unofficial Clay. Your friends are just your chosen family after all so why should it be different?

You’ll see where your path leads and you’ll stick with Caduceus until either of you grow tired of each other. Not that either of you see that happen. You’ve grown thick as thieves to the point where you could call yourselves siblings. If the two of you claiming yourselves siblings extends into his family then you’d love nothing more.

A place. A purpose. A home. You’ll have to put the world back into tune first but once the Matron and the Mother call you both home you’ll stick to the path until homeward bound you both be. Both of you lost in thought come to the same conclusion. Caduceus pours the both of you some new tea, cooling it down a bit you both take a sip.

“That’s nice.” You say in unison watching the nocturnal critters go to sleep and the early risers come out and go about their daily business.

#critical role x reader #mighty nein x reader #critrole x reader #caduceus x reader

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skylarmoon71 · 4 years ago

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Boss Harry Wells x Reader- Chapter 2 (Flash)

"You're telling me he didn't bite your head off. Not even a little." you shake your head as you relay the story to your friends. Surprisingly your janitorial duties weren't the only part time you had under your belt. You took shifts as a nurse at a clinic nearby. Having just gotten off, you thought some unhealthy fast food at Big Belly Burgers was the end to a great night.

"I don't believe it. I mean he's handsome and all but my sister works there and she said he's a total prick. I wonder how his daughter deals with all that."

"He has a daughter?" She nods.

"Yeah she's like a teenager.

So that explains it. He was smiling because he must have been able to relate. The revelation that he liked kids made you smile too. He wasn't a douchebag like people claimed.

"I don't know, he was pretty charming to me. I don't think he's a bad guy. Probably just misunderstood."

"Misunderstood my ass." you grin. For a second she pauses in the line. There are just two people ahead of you, and since you've already ordered in ahead of time, you just have to pick up the food. Her eyes seemed focused on her phone. "Everything okay?" She shakes her head.

"I gotta go, little sister got wasted again." she grips her bag, sending you a smile as she takes off.

"B-But what about your burger?"

"You can have it!!"

Just like that she's out the door.

"Next!" you step forward, showing the receipt. The woman at the back scans it, heading to pick up both orders. You now have an extra burger to look forward to. As you move closer the man in front of you walks off, black cap lowered to the point that you barely make out his face. He nudges your shoulder lightly and you're about to apologize but he reaches over to steady you with an apology of his own. As you straighten, you open your mouth to extend your gratitude. The moment you make contact, your eyes widen. The man is wearing a similar look of surprise.

"S-Sir?" He grimaces at the formal tone.

"Order up!" you jump back into action upon realizing that your little hallmark moment is holding up the line. Turning to grab your food, you thank the cashier. Harrison is still standing there as you turn around, and internally you kind of hoped he'd leave because this is just too weird.

"It appears we have a knack for running into each other."

With a sheepish smile you start to make your way out of the restaurant and Harrison follows.

"I can't say that I expected to see you here." he opens the door for you, and you nod, stepping out as he follows.

"S-Sir I-"

"We're not in the office, there's no need for such formalities. Harrison is fine." you gulp. This was just getting weirder by the second.

"H-Harrison. If you don't mind me asking, why are you dressed like that?" you gesture to his attire. He's wearing all black. Jacket, t-shirt and pants. On his head is a baseball cap that completes the look. Glasses still perched on his nose.

"It becomes a bit tedious when you're being stopped regularly for a photo or autograph. This attire helps me blend in nicely with all you regular minded people. " His tone is condescending, and you sort of see now where the rumor of him being a dick arises from. Pure facts.

"I didn't plan for my cover to be blown by my janitor who is apparently freelancing as a nurse." he eyes your scrubs, and you flush.

"O-Oh well yes I am a nurse b-but not full time or anything. " He raises an eyebrow.

"Care to explain." Your boss walking you back to your apartment was the last thing on your list tonight. By the intrigued look on his face you know he's not going to let up until you explain.

"I'm studying to be a physiotherapist. Ever since I was in middle school I've wanted to do this. I was obsessed with sports and healing so I kind of thought I'd gravitate to that. My parents though are both doctors. They wanted me to follow in their footsteps so I became a nurse, but I wasn't happy, so I left."

Harrison is listening intently, and you actually feel at ease talking to him, an absolute stranger about your background story.

"I needed to start somewhere, and since I basically ran away from them I had no money or means to support myself so I applied to be a nurse part time to help pay the bills while I did the day classes. Even with that job I was still struggling to make rent, so I went searching for another job and that's when I saw your ad in the paper." you smile up at him, and Harrison's eyes linger on the look of gratitude you're now wearing. He's confused because he's positive he has nothing to do with it.

"That job kind of saved me, so I guess I have you to thank for that. Also for not firing me that night when I almost sucker punched you."

He can't help but smile back at you. He's never been much of a people's person. Yet he doesn't really mind chatting with you. Another thing that struck him was his patience that day. Usually it takes very little to get him heated, and an employee going mortal kombat on him was an easy peeve. But somehow he couldn't find it in himself to even yell at you for your mistake. He comforted you instead. Totally unlike him.

"Now I'm walking her home as if we've known each other forever. "

You've stopped walking, and now you're just looking at him. It unnerves him, the way your eyes peer curiously in his direction.

"What?"

"This is my stop." He wants to smack himself. How long was he just standing there staring at you like a creep.

"Have a good night." He responds gruffly.

"You too. Thank you for the company Si- I-I mean Harrison." you correct. Your cheeks color, and it urges a smile from him.

"You're welcome. " It's said so kindly. When you open your door, you sort of want to just stay there and talk with him some more, but that would certainly cross the line of your working relationship, so you settle for a small wave, closing the door. As you get inside, you lean on the door with the biggest smile.

"He really is a charmer."

That smile, those eyes, even behind glasses they had you in a daze.

Then it dawns on you. "Oh crap." Back at the food joint, he was in front of you the entire time. That means he definitely heard the conversation you had with your friend.

"Wonderful."

Once again you'd manage to look like a clown.

#Flash #harrison wells #harrisonxreader #harrywells #earth2 #feelings #meetings #nightjobs #bossharry #bigbellyburgers #cute #talks #friends #AU #friendship #shortstory #mutual attraction #love

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 4 years ago

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A Great Treasure

(Jaskier just constantly getting kidnapped by dragons and dressed real pretty? Yeah. I’m into it.)

tw: gratuitous, almost My Immortal levels of outfit description because I am A Ho For The Look, dragons being horny, Geralt being soft as fuck but also kinda horny

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The next dragon that took Jaskier wasn’t nearly as sneaky. Nor was it green. The great, sapphire-blue reptile swooped down above the road in broad daylight and plucked the surprised bard up with its great talons, disappearing over the tops of the trees before Geralt could so much as think to pull his sword. The Witcher heard Jaskier’s startled cry echo out over the forest and urged Roach into a canter. He departed from the beaten path and took off in the same general direction the creature had been headed. “It hasn’t even been three full fucking weeks yet. Fuck.”

Hello, Jaskier! I’m a friend of Etheid’s, the dragon introduced herself. The draconic method of telepathic communication still bothered the bard a little but the blue dragon’s voice seemed more sing-song than Etheid’s had been. Certainly more feminine. Call me Lythos, or Lyth for short.

“Nice to meet you, Lythos,” Jaskier muttered, clenching his eyes shut tightly. “Let’s talk more when we’re on solid ground, yeah?”

Afraid of heights, bardling?

“Just a smidgen of a little bit.”

Worry not, we’re nearly to my tower.

“Another tower?”

Whatever happened to talking on solid ground?

“I’ve been kidnapped by two dragons in one month. I’m curious.”

I doubt this will be the last time you’re kidnapped by a dragon, either. Not until one of my brethren gives up during their turn or loses the bet.

“Their turn? What bet?! What are you talking about?”

I will explain the situation to you more fully when we land. There is much to be discussed. Many things to plan. Many rules to be determined and recorded for the others.

Jaskier sighed, glad he’d left his lute tied to Roach’s saddlebags today, and let himself be carried off to yet another strange adventure. “So you guys are just going to keep swooping in and stealing me away like this because it’s fun?”

Yes. And because Borch said that you and Geralt are kind-hearted and friendly mortals. We dragons don’t meet many such humans in our travels; we’d like to reward you somehow.

“So you’re rewarding me by kidnapping me?”

That’s why we included the second part of the deal, with the elaborately designed outfits. It’s not just because we enjoy collecting treasures from all over the Continent and squirreling them away to play with later; it’s also our form of payment to you. If you’re dressed from head to toe in silk and gold when Geralt rescues you then there’s no time to stop and take those items off before you ‘escape’. You can keep them or sell them; anything you are given by one of us should be considered payment for services rendered.

“And the service that Geralt and I are providing is...entertainment?”

Correct. It would be unfair to use up so much of a Witcher’s time without paying him.

“You’d be surprised how many people do that, actually,” Jaskier griped. “Village after village, turning him away without payment just because he’s a mutant and a freak. It’s horrible!”

Now you understand why my kin are so desperate for something good in the world. The love between you and Geralt is pure and strong, that is the other reason we chose the two of you.

Jaskier blushed. “We’re just a couple of flimsy mortals that happened to bump into each other and get along. Most of the time. It’s a very human thing to do. There are other couples in need of some emotional urging, if you’re looking to orchestrate a romance.”

No, we wish only to further yours. Now, would you care to look through the clothes I’ve gathered? We have at least another day before your Witcher finds us.

“Less than a day if he chooses not to pause for meditation, the fool.”

He will not risk losing you, Lythos sighed happily. I checked in on him earlier; he is meditating and gathering his strength. He has admitted his love for you now and is determined to prove himself. How dreamy.

“That is absolutely precious! Ugh, I love him so much.”

Then let us make you lovely, so that when he arrives he is doubly excited to see you.

“I can’t argue with that logic. Not from such an ancient and wise creature.”

Flattery gets you everywhere, bard, Lythos teased. She huffed out a thin cloud of steam and Jaskier chuckled in return.

“I know.”

---

“Are you kidding me?”

Absolutely not, the dragon shook its snout. Try them on. Unless you don’t like it, of course; I have other options, too.

“No, it’s all very lovely. It’s just...I get to keep them?”

Of course. I don’t want to make you change your clothes in the middle of Geralt’s daring rescue. That would totally ruin the romance!

“I suppose that would be rather odd. Even Geralt might catch on to something like that.” Jaskier held clothes the dragon had preferred in his hands, glancing once more at the suggested shirt. “What exactly is this supposed to be?”

It’s a tunic, of course. What else could it possibly be?

The bard gesticulated towards the dragon, holding the apparent tunic out for inspection as if he was shocked or surprised by Lyth’s choice. “It’s completely sheer!”

Yes, and it will make you look so very delicate, Lythos urged. Just try it on with the pants. Just once. You can change if you don’t like it, like I said. There’s a whole closet of costumery at your disposal, Jaskier.

The bard sighed and pulled the pants on first. They were made of a deep, peacock blue silk and hugged him in all the right places. He turned back and forth, observing their fit in the full-length mirror Lythos had provided. His legs were defined but the material wasn’t overly tight; it hadn’t bunched up near his thighs or ass like silk of this kind usually did. “Were these tailored to fit me?”

Yes, they were.

“How? I’ve only been here for a few hours and you pulled these directly from the armoire!”

Etheid passed along your measurements to the rest of us so that we could better prepare.

“Right, of course. Dragons. Bets. All that fun stuff,” the bard sighed. He tugged the gossamer shirt down over his head and tucked it neatly into the waistband of his high-waisted trousers. Jaskier glanced towards the mirror again and discovered that he looked...he looked amazing.

The shirt had been designed with a low, swooping neckline that revealed both his collarbones and a good portion of his chest. The thin, almost translucent white material left whatever the shirt did cover still almost entirely visible. When he blushed it could be rather obviously traced all the way down to his mid-chest. The giddy bard mussed his hair a little and did his best pouting ‘rescue me’ face; oh yes, that’s the way to do it.

Jaskier looked downright sinful.

“You are absolutely brilliant, Lythos! Geralt is going to lose his mind when he sees me in this ensemble.”

So you’ll wear it?

“This particular outfit is my new favorite. I’ll have to wait until the next dragon shows up before we can turn a profit from this whole bard-napping melodrama venture.”

There is always the jewelry. I can give you a few extra pieces to sell since you love the clothes so much; I have too much of the stuff sitting around and collecting dust anyway.

“Would you like it if I let you choose all my jewelry? I’m afraid I tend to go a bit overboard.”

Yes, yes! The dragon huffed happily, filling the space briefly with a cloud of steam. I have temporary earrings and bracelets and necklaces. I even have anklets if you so desire.

“Goody!” the bard rejoiced. “I love anklets! I never have good enough reason to wear them, though. This will be lovely. Do you mind if I roll the pants up to my knees? Geralt does so love the sight of my bare skin. I think it would drive him absolutely mad if we showed a little ankle for the Witcher.”

Please do whatever you see fit, my friend, Lythos insisted. You must sparkle for your White Wolf. You must look the part of the treasure he seeks to find!

“Ah, so I’m a treasure this time instead of a damsel?”

Hmm, yes. I think that makes it more interesting. What kind of treasure would you like to be?

“Geralt’s,” the bard breathed dreamily. The large, winged reptile rolled her eyes and huffed again.

Duh, that’s the point. I meant like...pirate treasure? A king’s treasure? I’ve never done roleplay before. Mostly just burning down the houses of rude nobles and kidnapping some princesses upon request. I’m not incredibly familiar with human treasure.

“Oh! I could be your hoard!”

You’re brilliant! Of course! This will be so fun. What if you laid in my tail when Geralt arrived? Like I was guarding you?

“Well then how would he get me away without hurting you?”

I could make him give a speech? Woo you away from me with your words?

“Oh, that’s very clever. Very dramatic. I love it!”

We do make a good team, I think.

“Do you have any makeup? This look would be excellent with some eyeliner.”

You are definitely as entertaining and fun as Etheid promised. I’m sure that Aramaris will enjoy you just as much.

“Wait, who’s Aramaris?”

They chose the next lot after me. Then, after Aramaris has their turn, Vertos would like a chance to partake.

“Hold on a minute. There’s a waiting list of dragons who want to kidnap me?”

And see Geralt come running to your aid, yes. It is rather sweet to watch and we are all very bored. We’re going to see who can make you the prettiest and get Geralt the most worked up.

“So this is just a game to you?”

As I said before, it is both a game and a legitimate matchmaking endeavor. Additionally, we’re compensating you for your time and trouble.

“I suppose,” Jaskier agreed. “Plus this outfit is absolutely to die for.”

Yes, and now to the makeup!

---

Geralt was very confused and very tired. He had tracked the dragon through the woods to yet another ancient, dilapidated tower. Jaskier was hidden at the top, no doubt, probably terrified out of his mind. This was the second dragon to capture his idiot bard in a fucking month, though the first time had been extremely unorthodox. Just plain odd, really, considering Geralt’s previous experiences.

Oh well, nothing he could do now except climb the tower and rescue Jaskier.

---

Jaskier was waiting for his Witcher to arrive while reclining within the coil of Lythos’s enormous blue tail His pants were only a half-shade brighter than her scales and the contrast was remarkably artistic (perhaps by design). The bard was barefoot and his pants were rolled up to just below the knee. Lyth had insisted on decking him out in lots of jewelry since Jaskier was to be her supposed hoard. It will be more realistic and believable if you’re dripping with silver and sapphires, bard. He found himself unable to argue with her logic once again.

Jaskier had a handful of thin silver bands around one ankle, a silver cuff around his left wrist, and another bejeweled cuff at the top of his left bicep, beneath the shirt. Lythos had added a thin silver chain around his neck, which fell to just above his chest hair and ended with a teardrop shaped sapphire pendant. Some kind of crushed gemstone powder had been dusted atop his collarbones and into his hair, making him seem to sparkle in the midday sun. He’d added a light, smudged layer of kohl around his eyes to widen and darken them like he had once at court. The dragon had also demanded that he slide several rings of various styles and sizes onto his long, tapered fingers. It will draw his attention to your hands, she explained. You will thank me tonight, I’m sure.

That suggestion had Jaskier blushing brightly and Lythos had nearly snorted fire from laughing so hard at the young man’s reaction.

Here he comes! She announced, bringing Jaskier’s back to the present. His blue eyes fixated on the thick wooden door that led from the chamber where Lythos lay curled and ‘guarding’ him to the bedchamber where he’d stayed the last two nights. Very shortly after her announcement there was a determined grunt, a heavy thud, and the door crashed open to reveal Geralt.

The Witcher was breathing heavily and his nostrils were flared but he wasn’t wearing his armor. He hadn’t been wearing it last time, either, and Jaskier wondered if he was already onto their little charade. “You know I won’t win if we battle,” Geralt admitted, staring across the room at the lounging dragon.

His eyes flickered to Jaskier for a moment, widened when they took in the bard’s appearance, and then returned to staring down the monster.

I don’t intend to fight you, Witcher, Lythos said, projecting her bored words into both of their minds. Jaskier knew that she was faking the cold disinterest but his heart still picked up speed when one of her large claws hooked beneath his chin and raised him into a slightly taller sitting position. Though I suspect that you’ve come to take back my newest treasure and I am loathe to let it go so soon.

The Witcher nodded, unable to form words. He was nervous for the life of his bard but he was also slightly distracted by the way Jaskier was being forced to arch his neck and tilt his head that way. The bard looked so fucking breakable and soft, surrounded by scales and held partially aloft by such a strong and pointed appendage. His eyes were wide and completely focused on the Witcher, his own peril seemingly irrelevant even as he gasped against the scraping claw. Geralt shook his head to clear it and narrowed his eyes even more. “Don’t hurt him.”

It’s my treasure, Lythos hummed dismissively. I will do with the human lad as I please. Go away, Witcher, and leave us to play.

“He’s not a toy,” Geralt growled. He reached for his sword and cursed when his hand swiped through empty air. He knew bringing a weapon up so many flights of stairs was pointless but he still should have kept it on him for safety. Jaskier made a gentle, nervous noise and the Wicher flinched. “Please don’t hurt him!”

You would barter for the human? For his safe return?

“Take me instead,” Geralt offered. He held his hands up in surrender and took a slow step forward. Lythos lowered Jaskier back down to his lazily reclined position and raised her scaly brow. The bard was shocked; he hadn’t been expecting the Witcher to do something so drastic right away. He’d anticipated some kind of argument first.

You would sacrifice yourself for him? Trade yourself to me in order to save him?

“Of course,” the Witcher scoffed. Lythos could hear his slow heartbeat starting to accelerate. “I love him. I’d do anything for him.”

Hmm. Little treasure, what do you think?

“I can’t let him do that for me. He’s a Witcher, I am merely a traveling bard. The world has more need for him than it does for me.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt half-whimpered. A pleading tone bled into his words as he took another step forward, this time towards the bard, “You foolish man. I know you. You’d grow bored here. You’d grow antsy to travel. You’d try to escape and you’d get yourself hurt or killed or...”

I protect what is mine, the dragon interrupted. He will be safe here. I will keep him happy and entertained.

“Please,” the Witcher sighed. He dropped to his knees and bowed his head forward, white hair falling in a curtain around his ridiculously attractive face. “Jaskier was the first good thing Destiny ever did for me. I can’t lose him.”

I have seen into your heart and know these feelings to be true, Lythos intoned. She spoke as if she was making a very difficult decision and not sticking to a vague pre-determined script. You may take the bard and go, but you must hurry. I may change my mind.

Jaskier clambered out from between the coils of her massive tail and allowed Geralt to sweep him up into those strong, stable arms. He clung to the Witcher’s neck and buried his face to hide his smile. Lythos said her final goodbye to the bard alone; I hope my kin treat you fairly. If they do not, let me know, and I shall take care of it. Thank you for the lovely time.

“Thank YOU,” Jaskier mouthed.

And then they began to descend the winding tower staircase.

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“I hope I never see another dragon again in my life except for maybe Borch,” Geralt panted, urging Roach into a slightly faster canter.

“Yeah,” Jaskier said, smiling a little to himself. “Running into another dragon so soon after two nearly identical kidnappings would be very strange.”

#geraskier fic #geraskier #like 2.5k words i think #soft geralt #geraskier ficlet #in league with dragons #protective geralt #the dragons treat jaskier like a paper doll #let's dress up the bard #and mess with the witcher #that'll be fun #geraskier fanfic #geralt x jaskier #ooooh boy #in league with dragons pt 2 #we've kidnapped the bard so now what #how many will it take before geralt realizes something is up?#inhuman jaskier

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livia-dovehallow · 4 years ago

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shooting stars - gabriel lightwood & cecily herondale

A Gabrily Valentine’s Day! Set in a Modern AU. Read on AO3

Cecily had forced herself to remain cool and collected.

She shouldn’t be surprised that Gabriel, whom she’d been dating for a few months now, had asked her to join him at the football team’s starlight picnic on Valentine’s Day. There was to be a meteor shower that night; a very unique and romantic night for valentine’s indeed. She may or may not have totally enjoyed arriving to campus the week before to find Gabriel waiting by her first class with a small bouquet of flowers and her morning coffee and asked her to be his valentine. And she may or may not have smiled like an idiot for the rest of the day.

But she most definitely found herself now struggling to keep her racing heart under control. She’d never had a valentine before. Will had always scared off the admirers she had when they were children, much to her annoyance. It was only when she finally became an adult, and joined him at university, that she made it a point to blatantly ignore his protests whenever she went on a date. Not that any of those dates mattered until Gabriel Lightwood came along.

“You don’t have to go, you know,” said Will across from her at the dining room table. She sighed inwardly. If only she hadn’t been forced to live with her brother at university. Her life would be so much simpler. “You can watch the shower with us instead. Much more enjoyable.”

Cecily gave her brother an annoyed look. “Why would I voluntarily subject myself to hanging out with the three of you on Valentine’s Day when I have a perfectly good boyfriend who has asked me to spend it with him?”

Will grumbled over his dinner. “I wouldn’t describe him as ‘perfectly good’—“

“Will,” Tessa sighed, holding her head as if his voice had given her a massive headache. Cecily was sure it had. “Leave her alone. Gabriel is a perfectly nice boy who is taking her to a school event. I hardly think this is grounds for you to be ridiculous.”

“Everything is grounds for me to be ridiculous,” countered Will.

“Save yourself,” added Jem, looking at Cecily. “Get out while you can.”

There was a knock on the door. Cecily shot out of her seat and grabbed her bag. “I will do just that, Jem,” she said and gave a cheeky grin to her brother, who squinted his eyes at her over his fork. “Don’t wait up for me!” .

For the thousandth time that night, Gabriel made sure his hair was neat, there nothing in his teeth, and his clothes were acceptable.

He’d never had a valentine before, but he was excited for Cecily to be his. He was excited that she was his girlfriend at all. He was sure he had destroyed all his chances with his poorly developed flirting ability.

He blamed Gideon.

The door opened and Cecily stood in the light of the doorway. Gabriel’s breath went out of him. She was always incredibly beautiful, but it was obvious she had spent extra time on her look that evening. She smiled brightly at him. “Shall we go?”

Gabriel blinked himself back into the mortal plane. “We shall,” he answered, returning her smile. He held out his arm to her, like a proper gentleman. “You look particularly beautiful today,” he said. He had absolutely no idea where it came from.

Cecily closed the door behind her, effectively cutting off her brother in mid shout. Something about having her home early. “Do I not look particularly beautiful everyday?” she asked, a tease in her voice.

“I should just never speak again, shouldn’t I?”

“I rather enjoy it.” .

The field was spotted with blankets and couples, flowers and chocolates, and quite a few bottles of cheap champagne. Gabriel had ordered Cecily’s favorite dish from the best restaurant in town and carefully tucked it away in the picnic basket Sophie lent him. He swore that his soon-to-be sister-in-law was much more help in the relationship department than his brother was.

He’d also gotten her a box of her favorite chocolates from a small shop in town, owned by the Branwells, who’d always smiled knowingly at him since the first time Cecily dragged him in, gushing about the treats. He’d become a regular patron after that.

Gabriel lifted everything out of the picnic basket and glanced up to find Cecily holding out a box wrapped neatly with a perfectly tied bow. He blinked at her several times until she laughed. “Well, are you going to open it or stare at me until my arms get tired?”

“You got me something?” he asked in awe. Cecily only laughed again.

“Of course I did. I am not a freeloading girlfriend, you know.”

Gabriel smiled brightly and took the box from her, eagerly opening it as if he was a child at Christmas. He froze once he realized what it was. “Cecily, you didn’t.”

She grinned. “Oh yes, I did.”

Gabriel lifted the brand new cleats out of the box, perfectly sized and exactly the ones he’d had his eye on for weeks. He’d never even mentioned to Cecily that he’d wanted to get a new pair, let alone this exact one. He gaped at her, his eyes flickering between her and the shoes. “How—“

“I am a fantastic girlfriend,” she stated, her eyes shining. “That is how.”

“Fantastic is an understatement!” He threw the box aside and immediately kicked his sneakers off to try on the cleats. He could hear Cecily laughing beside him as he hurried to tie the laces. “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

Cecily playfully shoved his arm. “Are you saying you didn’t like my Christmas present?”

Gabriel turned to her with a shy smile. “I was too nervous to tell you that I don’t like seafood.”

“Gabriel!” Cecily gasped. “Then why did you eat that whole plate?”

“Because you bought it for me.”

Cecily dropped her shoulders and smiled at him. “You’re sweet.”

Heat filled Gabriel’s face but the stupid grin on his face remained. “Now I feel silly with what I got you.”

Cecily looked down at the picnic, with their plates and chocolates and flowers neatly arranged. She looked back up at him. “If this is silly, then please, keep being silly.” She leaned forward and kissed his cheek, making the heat in his face grow warmer. “It’s romantic that you remembered my favorites and brought me to a starlight picnic to watch a meteor shower.”

Until he met Cecily, no one had ever called him a romantic before. He quite liked it, actually. And he found that he didn’t care if everyone else knew about it, too. .

“Look at this!” Will exclaimed, shoving his phone at Tessa and Jem. “I don’t want to see this!”

Tessa rolled her eyes. On his screen was his Instagram feed, of which the most recent post was from Cecily, smiling brightly at the camera while Gabriel kissed her forehead, captioned simply with a heart emoji. She thought it was rather sweet.

Jem had another idea. He turned his own phone toward Will, showing Gabriel’s post. It was of Cecily, surrounded by dinner, chocolates, and flowers, the same bright smile on her face as if she had been in mid laugh. It was a rather good picture of Cecily, indeed. Will scowled.

“This—This is why I don’t follow him!”

“’Isn’t she lovely,’” Jem quoted from the caption. Tessa awed.

“That’s so sweet!” She exclaimed.

Will’s scowl deepened. “I don’t want to see that either.”

“What?” Jem teased. “You don’t think your sister is lovely?”

Will huffed. “Of course she is,” he said. “That doesn’t mean I want to see him saying it. I may vomit.”

A dull roar of chatter settled across the football field. Cecily, after happily consuming every last drop of her plate and chocolates, made herself comfortable in Gabriel’s arms. She liked the feeling; his arms were long and well-muscled, engulfing her relatively small body in warmth and comfort. She was a strong, independent lady, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed to enjoy a bit of cuddling.

She thought about how jealous she’d been of Will for the longest time, having not one but two people he could be with. They were kind to her, of course, but it was not the same as having someone like them for herself. She’d always been a romantic.

It was only an added bonus that being with Gabriel made Will short circuit.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” Cecily asked suddenly after a long but comforting silence.

Gabriel paused. “Do you?”

“Yes.” He lifted her head gently and slid his arm and a pillow underneath it before laying it back down. “Soulmates need not always be romantic. They can be platonic as well. Some people are lucky enough to find both in their lives. But I think the luckiest ones are the ones who find both in the same person.”

She bit her lip. She was definitely being obvious about her thoughts, but she hoped it wasn’t too forward. Gabriel brushed his thumb against her arm, which was reassuring. “I’ve never thought about it that way,” he answered. “Platonic soulmates, I mean. It makes sense, though. What made you believe?”

Cecily smiled gently toward the stars. “My parents. I’ve always believed in soulmates because of them.” A star shot across the sky, growing closer to the impending shower. “I don’t think anyone else on earth could have been better suited for them than each other.”

Gabriel’s chest rose and fell beneath her shoulder, his arm warm around her. “I admire your parents,” he said, vibrating her body with this voice; and not just because she was laying partially on top of him. “I guess I didn’t think I believed in soulmates until I met you.”

Cecily’s breath hitched in her throat. Of course she had wanted him to say that, but she didn’t expect that he would. “You’re only saying that,” she whispered.

“Am not,” he retorted. She could hear the smile in his voice. Cecily bit her lip again. A nervous habit. “So many things have changed in my life in the past year that have entirely changed my outlook on the world. It wasn’t easy to learn that my father had cheated on my mom before she died and still be open enough to believe in soulmates. But you…” His arm tightened around her. “I met you. And Gideon proposed to Sophie. And I met your parents.”

“Gideon is quite lucky to have Sophie,” said Cecily. “Sophie is a very lovely person.”

“I know,” Gabriel laughed. “That bastard better not screw it up.”

Cecily smiled and moved closer to him, pressing her body as close to him as she could get while they lay on their backs looking up at the sky. Gabriel shifted beneath her to pull her pillow closer. “Are you cold?” he asked her.

“Ella, Will, and I used to lay out in the fields in Wales and watch the stars at night,” Cecily whispered instead of answering him. Gabriel fell silent, but she knew very well he was listening. “We lived so far out in the country that the city lights never blocked out the stars. It was my favorite time; just the three of us.” A tear streaked down Cecily’s cheek involuntarily. “I haven’t watched the stars since she died.”

“Cecy—“

“I am glad to watch them again,” she continued. She felt around the blanket until she found his hand and squeezed it tight. “With you.”

“She must have been an incredible person. You and your family only ever speak highly of her.”

Cecily nodded. “She was definitely much less of a pain in the ass than Will was.” She imagined her brother now, laying on the roof of their apartment building with Tessa and Jem, watching the same stars she was; both of them sharing the same memory of Ella. “No one will ever replace Ella for me, but I must admit it was nice to meet Tessa when Will first brought her home. She was kind to me. She even helped me prank Will the first holiday she was with us and helped me clean my bathroom when my period came early.” Gabriel’s hands engulfed hers and slowly played with her fingers as she spoke, calming her. “She knew that Will and I were close and made an effort to get to know me; I had forgotten what it felt like to have a sister. I am grateful to Tessa.”

“It seems that even Will is capable of making good decisions on occasion,” Gabriel commented, making Cecily laugh. He shifted again beneath her and suddenly Cecily was engulfed in a large blanket. She craned her neck upward to look at Gabriel, who was only smiling and rolling her into the blanket.

“Are you trying to make me into a burrito?” Cecily asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Of course not,” he answered, bringing his arms about her once more. “Obviously you are a taquito.”

Cecily called him a not-so-romantic name in Welsh, but her heart was happy. She did feel much warmer under the blanket with her head on his shoulder. She felt at peace. “I understand how you feel, though,” he added after a moment. “Granted, Tatiana is younger, but we were never truly close. And I lost my mother so young, I didn’t understand what having genuine affection was like. I thought all fathers were like mine. I only ever had him and Gideon show me how to be. Gideon was not the same person he is now before he studied abroad.”

“He changed,” Cecily whispered, digging her arm out from beneath the blankets to lay her hand over his heart. “As did you. There isn’t anything wrong with that.”

Gabriel looked down at her; his eyes, his green, green eyes making her heart skip a beat. “Spain and Sophie helped Gideon feel comfortable being his actual self. For me, it was Gideon and you.”

“I like this Gabriel,” she whispered, her eyes flickering between his eyes and his lips. “You’re happier. I like that.”

Gabriel inhaled deeply, his eyes never leaving hers. “I love you,” he breathed.

Cecily’s heart raced, her eyes widening. She’d imagined him saying those words to her in the privacy and comfort of her own mind. She’d known, perhaps all along, that she loved him. He made her feel special, beautiful, and strong. He never once made her feel inferior or small—his jokes about her height excluded. Being with him made the rough seas of her life calm. She was happy. She loved him.

And he just told her he loved her.

He had begun to grow nervous at her silence, clearing his throat in attempt to clear the tension. Tell him you love him, idiot! Cecily screamed at herself, but her throat had closed, thick with emotion. She did what she needed to do. She pulled his head down to her and kissed him.

There was no hesitation from him in his response. He kissed her back, his hands pressed gently against her back, holding her to him. Cecily hadn’t even noticed she was crying until their kiss began to taste salty and Gabriel pulled away, his forehead still pressed against hers. “Cecy?” he asked, worried. “I’m—“

“I love you,” she said, cutting him off before he could apologize to her for doing nothing wrong. He stared at her. “I love you, too.”

A brilliant smile grew across his face, erasing his anxious expression. He released a long breath and laughed. “Oh, god, I thought I had scared you off. It came out of me, I’m sorry, I wanted to tell you for so long—“

Cecily shook her head. “Do stop apologizing for telling me you love me,” she teased. “I’ll start to believe you regret it.”

Gabriel’s eyes widened, the panic back. “No!” he said quickly. “No, I don’t regret it! Not one bit. I do love you. I love you. A lot, actually.”

She buried her face against his neck and ran her fingers through his ever-tousled hair. “Then don’t let me go,” she whispered. His grip tightened.

“I don’t plan on it,” he said.

A wave of awes and cheers rose from the crowd around them on the field. The meteor shower had begun, lighting up the sky. Cecily kept her eyes locked with Gabriel’s. He smiled at her. “I do hope this means your sister approves of me.”

Cecily laughed, the pain of missing Ella and the joy that she had Gabriel in her life to share her thoughts. She turned to look at the stars. “You know, I think she just might.”

The porch light was bright when Gabriel walked Cecily to the door of her and Will’s apartment. She was draped in his jacket, despite her protests. “You’re smaller. Less mass. You get colder than I do,” had been Gabriel’s response. She was stubborn, but he could be too. Even now he was refusing to take it back. Secretly, Cecily was glad.

“I had fun,” she told him, smiling happily. “This was a very nice Valentine’s Day.”

Gabriel looked relieved. “I had fun, too.” He hesitated then, which told Cecily exactly what he wanted to do.

“Kiss me,” she said, not as a request but a stern demand. Gabriel’s smile morphed into a small laugh.

“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded and dipped low. The moment his lips met hers, the porch light began flickering.

Cecily ignored it but Gabriel pulled back, amused. “I wager we have peeping Toms.”

“More like a single peeping Will,” she muttered. She lifted her hand toward the door and flipped off her brother. “I suppose I should see you off now, before Will comes out here with empty threats.”

Gabriel laughed. “All right,” he said. “I’ll leave when you’re inside.”

“The door is two feet away.”

“It will make me feel better,” he answered assuredly. “Please indulge my masculinity.”

Cecily would never admit it, but her heart fluttered. She knew Gabriel didn’t care much for keeping masculine appearances anymore, but it set butterflies in her stomach to know he wanted to make sure she was truly home before leaving. Her father would like that.

“All right,” she agreed. She pressed her key into the lock and turned it, but paused before opening the door. She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Goodnight,” she said. “Do tell me when you’re home.”

His eyes brightened. “I will,” he said. “Goodnight, Cecy.”

The door swung open and Cecily yelped. She was yanked in the doorway before she could swear. “Take care then!” her brother called before shutting the door. Cecily twisted her arm out of his grip before unleashing a sea of curses and swears at him, a mix of English and Welsh, all angry and annoyed.

“Can I not have my own life, Will?” she shouted. “You parade Tessa and Jem around here as if they live here but I can’t even wish Gabriel a goodnight on the porch without you ruining it?” She turned to Tessa and Jem, who remained seated at the kitchen table. “No offense.”

“None taken,” they both replied, lifting their mugs to their lips.

She turned back to Will, who looked a bit surprised. “Mam and Dad like Gabriel, and Ella would have, too. What is your problem? Gabriel has tried to make amends with you and treats me well. Better than well, actually. Not once has he ever made me feel uncomfortable or unsafe. Quite the opposite actually. You’re lucky Mam and Dad help us pay rent because otherwise I would have never moved in with you.”

At that, she threw her keys onto the counter and marched to her bedroom. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of slamming her door, so instead she left it wide open.

Fifteen minutes later, she received her text from Gabriel assuring her he was home, safe and sound, being interrogated by his brother and Sophie. She smiled at her phone. She thought about telling him about her blow up at Will when a soft knock sounded at the door. She glanced up to see Tessa standing there, holding her mug, smiling gently. “May I come in?”

Cecily nodded, shooting Gabriel a quick I love you before tossing her phone to the side. She hoped she’d wake to a similar message in the morning.

Tessa came and sat beside her on the bed. “I’m sorry about Will,” she started. “We tried to convince him to to go bed earlier but he refused.”

“Thanks for trying,” Cecily grumbled, kicking her blanket with her feet.

Tessa set down her mug and turned to face Cecily. “I am not Will,” she said happily. “And I, for one, would love to hear how the picnic went. Did you enjoy it?”

Cecily turned to her and released the tension in her muscles. Tessa really was like a sister. “I did,” she said, a smile growing. “It was everything I’d hoped it would be.”

Tessa’s eyes widened. “I see that smile,” she said, bouncing. “Tell me, Cecily, or I swear I will force it out of you!”

“Shh!” Cecily hissed, glancing at the doorway. “The last thing I need or want is my brother barging in here demanding to know as well.”

Tessa nodded, but her smile and eyes were eager. “Tell me.”

Cecily bit her lip, supressing an idiot smile. “He told me he loves me.”

Tessa grabbed a pillow and began smacking Cecily with it, whispering-screaming in excitement. “Cecy!” Whack. “I’m so—“ Whack. “—happy for you!”

“Wait,” Cecily said, and Tessa paused, holding the pillow in mid-whack. “There’s more. I told him I love him, too.”

WHACK.

Gabriel waltzed through the front door feeling on top of the world. The moment the door shut, Gideon and Sophie’s heads popped up over the sofa. “How did it go?” Sophie asked eagerly.

“Did you tell her?” Gideon added.

Gabriel grinned. “Yes, I told her. And she said it back.”

Sophie screamed and jumped over the couch, crushing Gabriel in a hug. “Look at you! A new man in love!”

Gideon smiled at him, amused. “Proud of you,” he said. “Didn’t think you had the guts to actually do it.”

“Thank you for your faith in me, brother,” Gabriel answered. “At least Sophie believed in me.”

Sophie let go of him and nodded, smiling happily at him. She’d always been quite supportive of him ever since he apologized to her for being an ass for so long. “Well, I knew that you would tell her intentionally or not. The two of you are much alike.”

Gabriel and Gideon both protested this statement. Then, Gabriel remembered. “Shit,” he said under his breath, digging his phone out. “I promised her I’d tell her when I got home.”

Gideon pointed at him accusingly. “You’re whipped!”

“And you’re engaged,” Gabriel retorted, retreating to his bedroom, his eyes glued to the screen, typing his message to Cecily.

Ding.

I love you, she replied.

Gabriel immediately updated his phone screen to the new photo of her he’d taken that night and stared at it before writing out his response.

Gideon told me I’m whipped. He isn’t wrong. Goodnight, Cecy. I love you.

I take requests! Shoot me a message and I’ll be happy to indulge.

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amiramorozova · 3 years ago

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Dual Summoner x The Darkling pt. 40

Pairing: Dual Summoner Amira Silina x The Darkling General Kirigan/ Aleksander Morozova

Word count: 1658

As I tried to sleep I had a tough time getting comfortable but once sleep hit me there was peace. I slipped into one of my dreams but this was a different dream, it was one I had once where I was home with my parents and never been to the little palace. I walked out of the room smiling seeing them there. Mom made breakfast and it felt normal. It felt peaceful as I looked at my hands seeing there was no ring and when I touched my neck in the dream it was gone too. I realized I was dreaming about a life without meeting him and somehow it felt less stressful.

"Morning Amira, take a seat." My mom said as she was preparing breakfast and I sat down ready to eat. I wasn't sure how I knew this was all a dream but I didn't care at the moment as dad came in and kissed my forehead. "You look good but you should clean up soon, we'll be having company." My father said which made me curious cause I had this dream several times and it would never have been this way.

Still, I went ahead and did as father asked, going to clean up as I wondered who the guest was and then walked out in something nice I found in my closet. Mother smiled as Father put his arm around mom setting the table but I noticed two extra seats at the table and I wondered what that was about. As much as I wanted to not worry about it, something just told me to look as I did seeing the initials on my wrist showing up. "impossible..this is my dream." I whispered

"Amira come on, the guests will be here soon." Mother said, motioning for me to sit down at the table as I walked, overseeing my half-brother there as I took my seat. "Worried little sister? Well you probably should be you're meeting your future husband." Aidan said as I just looked at him knowing this wasn't right. I always had this dream when I was younger and Aleksander was never a part of this but neither was Aidan.

Then there was a knock on the door which made me look as I saw Baghra and Aleksander walking in being greeted by my parents. I got up but then sat back down as I knew I couldn't break the dream versions of Baghra, my parents and Aidan would only think I was having hesitation. Nervous in a way to deny what was going on so I had to go along with it but when his eyes met mine he seemed just as surprised as me that here we were.

We all sat down eating like it was natural but I wouldn't talk to him, I was still angry with him about what happened outside the dream. I had to wait till breakfast was done to be excused then walked out of the room going outside. It was Keramsan, where I had been when I had run from him and father had taken me before the stag as I heard footsteps behind me and the door closed.

"Amira." Aleksander said as I kept my back to him, "What are you doing in here? This is my head, my dream." I said as I was taking in the surroundings, I couldn't forgive him for telling my friends I was confused even though I knew his secret had to be maintained but I needed my friends to know and I needed someone to confide in. Still, he approached behind me as he touched my shoulder and I felt it like I always did our connection, being two sides of the same coin shadow and Sun. "Our connection has gotten stronger, you must feel it the same as you know it has always been here since our first meeting in your secret training area." Aleksander said

I wanted to deny it to say that I didn't feel it but that was a lie and I had to figure out what to do but I let out a sigh as I leaned back against him where his arms wrapped around me. It felt peaceful to give in to the connection sometimes, less stressful than being angry with him. This was the only time I could ask so I had to ask or we were going nowhere. "Who was she? The one you lost to cause the fold?" I asked

I felt a shift in Aleksander's hold as I knew that was probably out of line for me to ask but we had gotten nowhere. This time he sighed as I looked up at him and he looked out at the surrounding area. "Her name was Luda, she was my healer. When the King's men came after me, we planned to do things as we had before. She would hide and I would fight." Aleksander said as his arms around me tightened a bit. "They killed her right in front of me, so I used the cut on those men to seek revenge as I tried to get her to a healer. I knew then nothing good comes from being with someone who is just mortal."

So healers don't have long lives. I thought

"You are eternal, but you also have your human connections. It wouldn't matter if you get to stay with your friends for another hundred or four hundred years, if anyone is slit in the neck or stabbed in the back with no healer around they will die." Aleksander said as I thought about it "What about stabbed in general?" I asked as he adjusted me to look at him "For normal Grisha, it could be life or death, for me my Merzost powers could save me. For you..I don't want to think about it." Aleksander said

"What if I could use Merzost? I can use the cut." I said as he moved his hand to touch my collar bone area where the stag bones used to be before I absorbed it. "I dreamed of the day I'd find my equal, the one to be with me through all this burden I've carried. You make me second guess my decisions but Merzost, you don't know what it could do to you if you use it." Aleksander said as I looked at him. "Show me your inner desire, my powers don't work here as this is your dream so you have control."

I have control, the words he's never really said to me before and I knew I had manipulated him out of his cause of wanting to eliminate the first army general for now. Still, I closed my eyes as the area around us changed, when I opened them I looked at him seeing he was in his 2nd army attire and I felt my own as I touched my neck feeling my necklace, and looked at my hand seeing my engagement ring but it wasn't alone there was a wedding ring on my hand too.

Aleksander let go as he looked around seeing we were not in the little palace anymore and I realized that too. "Where are we?" Aleksander asked as I shrugged a bit but then we heard walking coming in and when I looked I saw a girl standing in the doorway with a teddy bear. Aleksander looked at me and I looked at him knowing this was my subconscious choosing this.

"So you do want to marry me." Aleksander said as he looked at the girl and she came over hugging him. She was so small so she couldn't have been more than two or three years old as I picked her up. "You want a family?" Aleksander asked as I looked at him "Everyone thinks about their future, well most people. I guess you didn't have that thought.

I walked around the place as she was quiet but this was my dream so I guess my desire to be out of the little palace wasn't wrong. Was the luxury good? Yes, but it lacked what I wanted, some more uniqueness to a home that wasn't a room. This place reminded me of home but then I looked out the window and saw it in the distance, the little palace.

"So I want to be out of the little palace but not far from it." I said as he had walked behind me and looked out the window to see it. "I built the little palace for Grisha to be safe, I never thought a Grisha would find it to be the worst place ever." Aleksander said as I looked at him. "I was eight, I was left because of what I was and they decided it was best. I didn't get a say in what happened." I reminded him

"The library has Ravkan names. Did you look at that?" Aleksander asked as I smiled knowing I did. "I did, I found two I liked. They were girl names which explains why she's a girl here." I said as he turned and faced me expecting my answer. "Kira or Alisa." I said as he thought about those names as he seemed to be having his thoughts. "Kira Alisa Morozova but to the people Kira Alisa Kirigan." Aleksander said then looked at the little girl in my hands.

I liked that idea but I knew she didn't have powers in this dream because of the possibilities between us. "She is normal in your mind right now." Aleksander said, "there are so many possibilities. Sun Summoner, Tidemaker, or she could be like you, it's hard to tell." I admitted as I looked at her and she was keeping her teddy bear in her hands. I was going to say something more when I woke up and sat up

What just happened...I mean two sides of the same coin but this connection is something more. I thought

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#general kirigan #aleksander morovoza #darkling x reader #team darkling #darkling #the darkling #shadow and bone #shadow and bone fanfiction #grishaverse #ben barnes #fanfic #sunsummoner #tidemaker #dual summoner

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lovelyirony · 5 years ago

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hey girlie! so i have another prompt! i would really like your take on the avengers first few weeks/months/year together and how things changed and how they learned to really trust each other and the different, perhaps unexpected, bonds that grew! just some fun almost 2012-esque fluff uwu? (but if you made it angst, i would not complain. you do you) thank you!

Tony took one look at Fury.

“No.”

“Stark, where the hell else are they gonna go?”

“Idaho!” Tony says. “Hulk can leap a ton, he’ll get to New York in about ten minutes with all of them hanging off his back. It’ll be fine.”

Director Fury wants to use Tony’s place of residence as a way to hold the Avengers. As if Tony is just this Amazing, Fantastic Man Who Can Definitely Hold the Avengers in a Building.

He calls Pepper because he knows that they’ll show up. He needs reinforced glass and he needs to start testing just how well his coffee machine can hold up, or if he needs to build an entirely new one.

He probably needs a new one.

Rhodey, understandably, is a bit pissed.

“What, so Fury just decided ‘haha fuck you take these poor souls in’?” Rhodey asks. Tony sighs, flopping down on the couch.

“Essentially, yes. Because apparently, I have better resources to contain them.”

“Military spends over six hundred billion for their budget alone, and SHIELD really thinks you’re the only one who has resources?”

“I’m the only one sharing them,” Tony says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Do you think that they need healthcare? Steve might need healthcare, I’m not even sure if the serum would allow that…”

“You are not giving them healthcare, I don’t care how nice you are,” Rhodey says. “They can do it themselves since they’re ruining fruit pizza night.”

Fuck.

Clint is shouldering one duffle bag, another bag that he’s trying to keep still, and looking at Natasha, who is staring up at the garish “A” that was put back up after the fight.

“You think this’ll be fine?” Clint asks.

“No.” And just like that, Natasha walks in, like this has always been her home.

The elevator is weird. Clint’s not used to a functional elevator, and realizes that he’ll have to add arm workouts because he won’t have to pry himself from the elevator doors anymore.

He doesn’t know where the gym is. He also doesn’t know how seriously Tony takes coffee.

Steve is…well they told him that he has a room available at Stark Tower, but he’s not entirely sure that he should go.

The apartment in Brooklyn is just fine, even if the rent is too damn expensive. It’s a shoe box of a place, but as long as he can have a bed and a window he’s fine.

“You’re so sad,” Natasha says to him on the phone. He appreciates texting, but it seems that everyone thinks his poor 1940s sensibilities are still ingrained. To some aspect they are, but he also realized that looking at videos of people falling for twenty minutes is hilarious. Everyone else thinks he’s doing something else. He is not.

But he doesn’t want to move. He just got here. And he keeps talking to people who aren’t there.

(He asked Bucky if he still wanted bacon that morning.

He’s not there.)

Fury insists on it.

“You’re under SHIELD,” he says. “And besides, it’ll be good for Stark to finally have someone who’s on his…level.”

“What do you mean by that, Sir?”

“He has an ego. Needs to be taken down a few pegs.”

Steve nods. He’s not completely sure that he agrees with that. Tony flew under giant jet propellers, flew into the sky for what needed to be done. It was death, he knew that.

(Oh, he knew it a bit too well. Sent ice down his spine as a reminder for how well he knows it.)

But he grabs his things because he’s anything if not a good rule-follower, according to history.

He just leaves a bit of a mess for Fury to deal with in the form of “oh, those gosh-darn-new-fangled washing machines! I don’t know what I did. I put spaghetti sauce in the dish detergent area I thought that’s where extra food went!”

Steve knows for a damn fact that that’s not where food goes. He just likes letting them know that he’s not some “how high do I jump, Sir?” kind of guy.

He stares up at the big, ugly tower. Well…here goes nothing.

Thor was actually pretty okay with sleeping on a couch. He was not expecting a bedroom of his own, so when Tony told him?

Thor hugs him.

“Thank you,” he says, smiling. “Your kindness stretches for miles.”

“Um…you’re welcome?” Tony questions, subconsciously rubbing his own arms, as if he can’t believe that someone else hugged him.

“I have a question about human advancement,” Thor says, changing the subject. “I…you guys haven’t figured out my sort of transportation, correct?”

“I didn’t even know we could do that,” Tony says, eyes going wide. “Does it rearrange your cells? Do you have to think about it? How dangerous is it?”

Thor grins, setting down his bag and resting at the kitchen counter. He’ll be ready to talk about this for a while.

Bruce comes into the Tower as quietly as possible, not wanting to cause any huge sort of fuss.

This doesn’t matter when Tony finds him and visibly brightens. Thor is already sitting at the kitchen. He looks surprisingly domestic, just in jeans and a worn t-shirt.

“I didn’t know you went shopping,” Bruce remarked.

“Have to fit in with your mortals somehow,” Thor jokes. “Good to see you again, Doctor.”

“Just call me Bruce,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “What have you guys been talking about?”

“Interdimensional travel. Tony’s betting he can perfect it in under a year,” Thor says.

Bruce looks to Tony.

“You sure about that?”

“So long as you help me,” Tony teases.

The team being together is…awkward. Tony is not used to people living in his house, so he forgets to amend his usual…habits.

Rhodey is used to them, but currently he is overseas on a “top secret” mission. Tony knows all, because that’s the type of friend he can be. He’s sending Rhodey a postcard, addressed to the exact location. Rhodey’s superiors will be furious, unless if it’s one of the older ones.

But Tony is not used to other people being present for his breakfast shenanigans, so he’s in an old tank top that is stained with grease, and he’s humming as he’s flitting around the kitchen, turning on the coffeepot without so much as a thought.

When he turns, he sees Clint.

“You’re a morning person?” Clint asks, eyes as wide as can be.

“You are also up at six in the morning,” Tony says. “So I think that qualifies you as well.”

“Had it not been for SHIELD, neither of us get up before eleven,” Natasha says. “Like the rag you call a shirt, Stark. Suits you.”

Tony pokes out his tongue, taking a swig of coffee.

“You’re just jealous,” Tony says. “I make this look like it could be four hundred dollars.”

Clint groans.

“I’m mad that you’re right,” Clint says. “Hey, quick question. How averse are you to me using your coffeepot?”

“I’m done, go for it,” Tony says. “Thank you for asking, I appreciate it.”

Clint brings out a bag of coffee that Tony was banned from about two years ago.

Pepper does not need to know that.

“If I give you money, will you buy more of this?” Tony says, eyes wide.

“Um, yeah?” Clint says. “This is the only coffee that wakes me up in the morning.”

“Why can’t you buy it?” Natasha asks, suspicious. “Were you banned?”

“Sir was, indeed, banned from the substance,” Jarvis intercedes, smoothly. Natasha jumps a bit. “I would highly advise against buying it for him, as that would induce the wrath of Ms. Potts.”

“Spoilsport,” Tony pouts. “Clint, I will make you a custom-bow with the perfect measurements and full custom design. I would even deign to put any logo on it that you wanted.”

“So if I wanted it to be themed, you’d do it?”

“Yes.”

“Worth it. I also don’t fear death by a powerful woman, it’s in my Top Five Ways to Die list,” Clint says with a shrug.

Steve is used to living with other people. He was in the army, after all, and guys slept about three feet apart. He had thought he would see it all.

This is until he walks in to see Bruce and Natasha in a staredown, hands clasped in an arm-wrestling pose.

“What are the stakes?” Steve asks.

“There are communal strawberries on the line,” Bruce says, not blinking. “And I am going to eat them. Natasha seems to think that she will be taking them to her room.”

“Why not buy more?” Steve asks, settling into the bar with his sketchpad.

“Because that’s the route for pacifists,” Natasha answers.

“Bruce, are you not a pacifist?” Steve asks, raising eyebrows.

“Technically? Yes,” Bruce says. His arm is shaking with effort. “But when fruit is involved that tends to…ebb.”

“I’m going to leave,” Steve says slowly. “I am scared.”

He hears a thump on his way out, a curse from Natasha, and then Bruce passes by him with a huge box of strawberries, cackling maniacally as Natasha rushes after him.

Steve laughs.

Thor raises an eyebrow as Bruce launches himself into his room, shutting the door.

“Do you know what’s going on?”

“Strawberry fights. Very serious thing,” Steve asks, grinning. “Wanna take a bet on if Natasha gets in?”

“She will,” Thor answers. “But twenty bucks says she does it in ten minutes.”

“Twenty minutes for me. You’re on,” Steve counters.

Of course, it isn’t all violets and roses. Steve and Tony fight like cats and dogs, and Bruce gets short with people.

Natasha doesn’t like talking feelings, and Clint would rather launch himself off a building than deal with any sort of threat that is adulthood.

Thor…Thor is older significantly. He’s just dealing with mortal life and how quickly it goes by and the truth behind his father’s reign of Asgard.

The team, gets through it. But not without a few hard knocks.

One of the first moments of bonding as a team is due to the ever-heated-debate of pineapple.

Natasha, Tony, Bruce, and Thor are on the side of “acceptable.”

Clint and Steve are on the side of “simply terrible and the absolute worst.”

Steve comes up to bat first with the line of “I ate war rations that were better than this shit.”

Bruce has nothing to add other than “my self-esteem directly correlates to pineapple on pizza.”

“I don’t know what that means, but! I think if we put pineapple on pizza then you guys can’t argue when I make my food.”

“You think putting cheese-sticks instead of shredded cheese on pizza is acceptable,” Tony says. “I have trust issues because of that. They didn’t even melt right!”

“I thought you were all about admitting to mistakes, Mr. Sorry-I-Accused-the-Whole-Team-of-Stealing-My-Kiwi-When-it-was-Rhodey,” Clint teases.

“Speaking of, what is Rhodey’s opinion on this?” Steve asks. “I bet he hates pineapple!”

“We are not bringing him into this,” Tony says quickly.

“I’m calling him,” Clint says.

“How do you have his number?”

“I’m Hawkeye. I see all.”

“You couldn’t even see the name of ‘Bruce Banner’ on top of my Murtabak.”

“How am I expected to read that shitty doctor language? Anyways, you should be grateful that I ate it because my toes curled because of the spice.”

“You can’t handle the spice!”

“You’re right!”

From there, it dissolves into giggles and laughs.

Tony orders pizza, and they all sit around the common room, debating over what is the least acceptable topping (other than pineapple in some settings).

They end up debating over sardines next, which Steve says “aren’t the worst.”

Natasha says broccoli, which is agree upon. Broccoli should not go on pizza.

Steve draws a little picture of Clint and Tony arguing, complete with gesticulating hands and the little t-shirt details of Clint.

Thor hangs it up on the fridge.

“This is now where we hang accomplishments,” Thor says gravely. “I saw it in a show. Do people actually do that here?”

“Don’t ask me,” Steve says. “I just got a fridge this century. Didn’t have one growing up. Too poor in the Depression.”

“I can’t believe you and me both lived in a Depression,” Bruce says thoughtfully.

“Bruce, you were born in the–” Steve stops for a moment. “Oh. Now that’s a neat joke.”

Bruce snorts.

The fridge is stacked with sticky notes that are usually petty in nature, although Tony allows his good stationary to be used for good accomplishments.

The Petty Messages are as Follows:

Bruce managed to share blueberries with Natasha and not bitch about it the whole duration. Incredible. -Nat.

Thor actually didn’t monopolize the aux cord and play his super shitty playlist that is full of bad 2000s music. -Tony

Tony withstood the whole duration of American Classic “Don’t Go Chasing Waterfalls” and only winced once. -Thor.

Steve managed to be tolerable for more than three hours. -Bruce

Clint is a Good Guy Who Deserves Good Things -Natasha

Even though she wrote that drunk she’s right lmao -Clint

The Excellent Messages are as Follows:

Tony actually opened up and told us what was bothering him so we could address it! -Clint and Bruce

Thor helped Natasha with her furniture and helped us calm down from IKEA instructions. -Steve

Bruce kicked the government’s ass. -Everyone on the team plus Maria and Fury

Steve tried to roller skate and provided wholesome content when he was gripping the wall but also bonded with the team. -Natasha

Clint baked cookies!!!!!!!!! And didn’t burn the tower down!!!!! -Tony

Rhodey finally let us make fruit pizza and shared his music playlists. -Thor

Natasha helped with group therapy today and opened up. It was amazing and I love her so much for that. -Bruce

The team grows closer, due to many reasons. But most of all, it is because they kept trying, which is very important. Even when they wanted to rip their hair out and they said the wrong things, they were still there and circling back around to make an apology.

So when they’re out for battle, they don’t worry if someone won’t have their back. Hulk will be there with outstretched palm, Iron Man will be there with a quick joke and open arms, Black Widow will be there with deadly skill. Hawkeye will be there with the most accurate aim in the world, Thor will be there with thunderous force, and Captain America will have a shield and protection.

But Bruce will be there when they need a joke and calm reassurance. Tony will be there to share his endless affection and touch. Natasha will be there with sound logic, a smile, and soft sweaters. Thor will be there with stories of old, energetic reassurance, and a strong and reliant personality. Steve will be there with art and words that go unsaid but not unheard.

That, perhaps, is the most important.

#LLLLLOOOOOOONNNNGGGGG #tony stark #rhodey #ironhusbands #ish #avengers as a family #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #thor #steve rogers #clint barton #iron man #black widow #captain america #hawkeye #hulk #anyways yes they BOND and are GOOD together #lovelyirony writes #tsatkes is a godsend

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rage-feeds-my-flame · 3 years ago

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I lost my aunt to a overdose and a cousin to cancer months apart. I don’t remember much from that time but I remember I was with my brothers coming home from work when my mom called me. She told me my aunt was found dead in her house. I remember downshifting in my car and not knowing what I was doing and breaking down. I remember my brother coming over with a Arizona iced tea to chill with me. My aunt would call me every so often and would leave me voicemails and ask how I was doing. I was 18 and living life and working graveyard I rarely called her back. She would tell me to sign up to be a extra on shows and to try because I was funny and had a lively character. I kept her last voicemail and from time to time I listen to it when I’m not feeling myself. I’m sorry we failed you. I’m sorry we didn’t see what the painkillers were doing to you. I’m thankful you had a hand in raising me. I’m thankful you had a twisted humor that i really appreciated once I was older.

My younger 2nd cousin took his life recently.. We were never close but he used to follow me and our cousin Alex around since we were the older cousins. He was a extremely nice person full of love. Then almost a decade passed and I find myself standing in a graveyard watching a priest speak next to your casket. I found myself thinking “why didn’t he reach out” then I came to the conclusion “why did none of us keep in touch, why did no one know what he was going through”. At this time as a father when I heard my cousin and her husband crying over their dead sons casket… I felt a pain I had never felt before. I pain and cold feeling through my body.

This past week my aunt called my girl and let her know that my older cousin has a year to live due to colon cancer that spread aggressively. He’s in his late 40s with 2 kids. One is 18 the other 16. This cousin has lived a truly wild life with many illegal adventures. I called to him up to speak with him and we begin to remanence how he used to pick on us and would pick us up from school when he still lived in Cali. We then move on to how he’s doing.. he tells me “don’t worry primo family is forever you don’t have to feel bad. Time goes on and I’ll continue to live through my sons” I was at a loss for words and just stayed silent, till I decided to ask if he regretted being a raider fan to break the silence.

I’ve had 3 concerning symptoms the past 3 weeks. I’ve put off going to the doctors out of fear of my own mortality. One anxiety attack later and a random deep conversation with a old friend and I went to see a doctor. Now I get called saying I need to come back in to speak with the doctor and for further instructions. The pessimistic in me is extremely pissed for listening to my friend 😂. While sitting in the doctors office I found myself having a conversation with myself. Then I found myself taking a trip down my best memories. I found myself missing my two brothers. We used to drive everywhere together and spend everyday with each other. Now theres no more late night drinking with the boys till the sun comes up. There aren’t late night conversations over fast food. There aren’t anymore fun night drives with deep conversations. No more gym trips with the squad. No more therapeutic conversations with blowing steam off. No more dancing in the pressure of a opened fire hydrant, then dipping out before the cops came 😂. The amazing thing is that you truly meet people that are so twisted into your very essence that when you stop seeing them you lose a piece of yourself, you lose a piece of your sunshine.

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omg-gojo · 4 years ago

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ZEUS ASSHOLEPOINTS +NOTES

Episode 1

I think this Is one of THE best Ares representations, it's a mature and cold headed warrior, he's loyal to his mother, he knows how shitty is his father with his stupid rules and literally with their interaction in the first episode you know he's so done with the cheats of Zeus and he goes so calm to talk with his dad in a cold manerism, he really acts as a prince, as a god of war and son of a cheater.

And Zeus acts like if Ares Is the one being a dickhead when Zeus is the one breaking the rules +100 assholepoints

Episode 2

Morpheus Is the one that sent the dream of his birth to Heron if you think of it, like, it's impossible that Heron remembers that c'mon

Also thinking of morpheus and his brothers my headcanon Is that they are childrens of Nyx

Zeus actually rape Electra?????? He actually goes see her naked, he says "nice a*s", takes the form of her ABUSER and sleep with her without her knowing. THATS SOOOO MESSED UP (and really accurate to Zeus) +100 assholepoints

EXTRA POINTS TO ELECTRA TO GET DOWN TO BUSSINESS AND NOT LETTING ZEUS FULL AROUND HER LIKE SHE KNOWS NOTHING (poor Electra they didnt even get her a name in the majority of the season)

HERA ACTUALLY CRIES, and that makes me thing how many times Zeus has made her cry, and that just +1000000 a*sholepoints

HERA GETTING DOWN TO BUSSINESS WITH ZEUS, (that makes me think, where Is HERA now? I hope she goes to the underworld because It is a neutral land)

Apollo saying "he has never show his true form to a mortal before" makes me think then what version of Dionasyus took

Episode 3

Ok. At first when she said "you fear Hera more than you love me" i was like "uh duh" but now watching it again, Zeus REALLY DOES NOT CARE OF ANYTHING THAT DIDN'T COME FROM HIS D*CK +1000 assholepoints

Zeus doesn't know how to afront problems without putting out the card "obey me" or "i'll kill you" +100 assholepoints then going to lose steam shaming and kicking ares +100

Zeus thinking he can fool around Hera +100 assholepoints (because he never learns)

I've seen people making critics where Hera says "queen of heavens" thinking she's refering to Olympus but she's actually referering to her Dominion (for people who doesn't know before Hera was godess of marriege she was considered godess of the above or cosmos) so Zeus playing the "were" he's shaming her that now thats HIS DOMINION so +100 assholepoints

"i don't answer fools" yeah baby show him but not throw sh*t to Hermes >:"( also thinking if Hera does not like Hermes why they didnt design Iris?

So you're telling me Cerberus cant smell Heron 5 feet away but can track Alexia's smell miles away? Hm

Zeus didnt NOTICE thats Hades bident???

Okok. But getting aside electra's death, the fact that Zeus makes a lot of move RIGHT after he says it's forbidden like +10 assholepoints each time he did it

Zeus getting in His face that he's breaking the law in front of the pantheon then moke It because he's the ruler and then even trying to attack them +100 assholepoints

Using the brother fact to get poseidon on His side in a place where everyone Is releated, not a good move, also treathing him because Poseidon is really trying to made him notice His breaking the law +100 assholepoints (Poseidon also got +10 assholepoints but that's because he's kind of the same)

Aphrodite has a sword! Now my headcanon Is that she has classes with Ares! Also Artemis can do like magic?

Episode 4

I like they took the fact that in greek mythology the underworld Is in far west instead of being under

Now episode 4 starts with the visit to the underworld and i realice that Is really accurate (they even have the island of armonia!) i'm hopping with the interview to the directors that More chtonic gods appear

I already talk about "the visit of the deaths" i really think this should have been played in season two (but i'll make a post of that after)

Why can everybody controls the bident?

It's impossible that a baby can survive that high (i saw a post talking that maybe Hades save him that time and It really makes Sense)

Watching the big picture here Zeus didnt even tried to save Seraphim, really, i mean It was sooooooo Easy to sent Hermes (that already knew of Electra) to take the child or to a family near by or even to Electra (that her greatest grief was losing His son), and this only reforce the fact that he does not CARE from anyone than his own blood +100 assholepoints

Also there are so many moments where Zeus could have intervine like he did for Heron and his mother that +10000 assholepoints

Did anyone notice that Zeus knew that the titan's corpse was in the shores a loooong time ago but he DIDN'T do anything? And for that Seraphim became a demon? +100 assholepoints for not being a responsable king (+100 to Poseidon because he's in charge of the ocean)

#blood of zeus #poseidon #hades #ares #aphrodite #zeus #hera #hermes #greek gods #greek mythology

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years ago

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Cutest widdle champion part 2

To say the last 24 hours of Umbraby's life had been interesting would be a understatement. Having gone from one of the most handsome and dashing Starlit angel knights in service of his god he was now now basically a toddler and was learning to deal with the enhanced powers his new form gifted him with, as well as the limits and draw backs.

He was stronger then before of course but that came with a lost of reach, His flying skills were vastly improved and he was a aerial ace now but that had come with a lose of speed and balance while on the ground, due to his new stubby legs and well the thick massive diapers his Goddess (Who insisted on being referred as mommy now, a term and arrange he was rapidly warming up to) had made clear he needed.

As a godly force he had never learned to use the potty and in such a small body well, let's just say he had gone though more then a couple of diaper changes. (he wasn't keeping count though Mommy was, but she was nice and didn't bring it up.)

The other Starlit angel's, those that reminded loyal to their diminished goddess had been confused when she had invited them to meet her new champion. Quick beat, the second in command asking if she was allowed to just abduct a helpless little boy from the mortal plain, and asking if Allimir had been made aware of this.

upon finding out the former head of the knights had been given a promotion and was in fact the cute widdle guy being cradled by the goddess and being bottle fed, all worries were addressed and some chuckles rang out among the knights, as well as comments about how adorable and cute the former captain was.

"Congratulations on your promotion friend. You deserve." Quick beat said, smiling widely and while there was hint of teasing in it, the other angel meant it, and even offered to take over feeding his friend.

well fed and a diaper change later, Lulnyq didn't want there to be any doubts that her chosen form for the new champion was a mistake and also wanted to give her cute widdle champ a chance to adept to combat in his adorable new body and so arranged a series of matches between the starlit angels as Umbraby sat in her lap, sucking his thumb with the winners of each match then getting a chance to spar with the former captain.

Umbraby naturally struggled with the first few matches but before long was dominating the fights, even the one against the now captain of the guard quick beat and sharing a hearty handshake with his friend, a awesome moment somewhat marred by the fact that Umbraby had started to soil himself again and cried for mommy.

deemed ready for his mission he was escorted by Mommy and all his 'brothers and sisters' as he saw them now, Clad in his heroic champions grab and playing with his cloak as mommy worked to prepare a portal to take him to the exact location where her three worshipers were waiting.

"i didn't have a temple in the area the tournament is being held, but the three children you'll be meeting know everything about you and were more then willing to host you. they know about your 'needs' and don't mind handling that so make sure your on your best behavior." Mommy was saying, kneeling down and putting her hands on his shoulders and trying to ignore the soft comments about her ample backside coming from the other starlit angels. "Your representing mommy..heck all of us." She added and kissed Umbraby's forehead.

Maybe it was his small size, maybe it was he'd never actually left the realm before, but Umbraby suddenly felt more like Allimir, as in less of a champion and wanted to cry and toss his arms around his goddess, his mommy and beg to stay. to offer up the role of champion to anyone else.

Mommy clearly could see what he was thinking and gave him anther kiss , this time on his cheek. "You'll be ok little champion. I stocked everything you'll need in your cloak, and you can call upon them as needed. in fact the cloak itself can shape change into a soft and warm blankie should you find yourself missing us."

Reach into the cloak herself she pulled out a soft and cute bat stuffie and offered it to her scared widdle champion who hugged it and seemed to draw courage from it.

"There's a book in there about the other god's and their champions, more about the rules, Your weapon Night Blade and of course the most important thing.." And she paused and winked before finishing. "Lots and LOTS of extra diapers." She giggled and tickled his tummy.

Allimir blushed and went to argue, but one does not merely ignore the tickles of a mommy, let alone a goddess.

with some last words of encouragement from his brothers and sisters, and a last second diaper check from mommy, Allimir/Umbraby took a big breath and stepped into the portal, not quite sure what to expect.

Dwere nibbled on her lip, checking a wall clock. The goddess had said to expect the champion half a hour ago and she couldn't be out of bed much longer as it was nearing the nightly bed check.

14 year's old and average size for her age, she had her long brunette hair loose around her shoulders and was in a light black nightgown with it being so late.

She was a priestess in training at the wayward soul's Orphanage and the only worshiper of the night goddess in the city (or for a good 400 miles around at that)

As a priestess she wanted to be there when Allimir arrived and greet him but at the same time while some of the non priests or priestesses in training were given more leeway on night time wandering (it still wasn't smiled upon) it was a very big nay nay.

"I hope he shows up soon, oh gosh, what if he doesn't show up!? Those papers i forged will be left with no child to prove an-" she started to whine and then suddenly the back of her nightie was lifted and her modest white bloomers were suddenly yanked up between her cheeks and Dwere had to clamp her hands over her mouth to keep from shrieking.

"Relax will ya, he'll git here when he git's here!" Giggled the prankster of the gathered gathers, A dirty blond 4 year old who hair was cut short because she loved to play in the dirty and would get tangled with leaves and the like and this just saved time.

Vivi was her name, and unlike the girl ten years her senior she was clad in just layers of faded white cloth diapers, secured with a oversized safety pin.

She was yanked out from under the nightie by the third and final member of the group, who was chuckling softly and trying and failing to scold Vivi.

Dressed in a pair of tight olive green shorts and a faded white top, his hair was in a semi mohawk and was light grey, contrasting with his light grayish skin as a half drow.

"Vivi, I think we've had this talk before, you can't -snk- just go around yanking on peoples undies." Selen scolded, picking her up and cradling the four year old in his strong despite his slim frame arms.

Dwere turned around, fire in her eyes and Vivi say the wisdom in seeking shelter in the arms of the slightly girlish half drow.

"Gosh, I'm Sooooo sorry Dwere." Vivi said, the words and tone making you think she was but the HUGE grin on her face as the oldest of the three (Selen being 7) glared and yanked at her crack.

And wouldn't you know it, with her back to the area where the champion was suppose to show and a hand digging at her wedige, the portal opened and out came Allimir, who paused for a moment, watching Dwere and tilting his head, then rubbed the back of his head.

"Uh.. Is that how you greet people on the mortal plain?" he asked cutely, and started to turn around and grab at his behind.

"NO!"

One misunderstanding explained later, and introductions made, Allimir had lots of other questions for the trio even as he hugged his stuffie and looked around the room.

"ok..First question.what's with all the mini prison beds in the room and that large table over there?" he asked, pointing at cribs and then a changing table.

"heh, never seen a nursery before?" Vivi asked. "It's where diaper butt like you n me sleep! Those are called cribs, and that's a changing table where they can put you while changing yer diapies." Vivi said, then after a second added. "Oh you'll be bunking with me by the way, but don't think you'll ever out do me when it comes to booms!"

"Vivi! we do NOT challenge a champion of our goddess to a boom boom contest!" Dwere hissed, not for the first time wishing there was a minimal age requirement to worship the goddess.

"Though you gotta admit that would be cute to watch.. from a distance." Selen chimed in.

"I'm sure that the champion of the goddess does NOT go boom boom th-" Dwere started and then was cut off.

"Actually I'm open to any and all challenges, and I was told I was a super duper big boomer by mo- I mean my goddess and fellow Starlit angels." Allimir chimed in and smiled.

"..Can we PLEASE try and get off the topic of boom boom diapers?" Dwere asked, face palming.

"ehehehe sorry. Ok, why so many beds when it's just the three of you, and are you two diapered as well?" Allimir asked, thinking this was just the three kid's home.

"Oh sweetie, this is a orphanage. a nice and open one that that offers training in priest and priestess's and offers training for any religion. they keep a big nursery because you can never be sure HOW many babies they'll have in here. Normally most of the kids here are potty trained by 2 or three at the latest bu-" Selen was explaining when Vivi cut him off

"But who wants to give up AWESOME diapies n' being able to just go whenever fer icky undies and having to sit on a smelly potty?" Vivi giggled.

"..what's a potty?" Allimir asked. " I just learned about getting rid of body waste like, 24 hours ago.."

"And now you being in diapers makes sooo much sense." Dwere said, then wrinkled her nose as a smell started to fill the nursery. "Speaking of.. ok which one of you?"

"heh, if it was ME ya would know it." Vivi said and winked, turning around and wiggling her butt and slapping it.

Allimir meanwhile was hiding his face in his plushie and whining softly.

"I'll handle changing him, you better get moving double time Dwere, it's almost bed check." Selen said, nodding at a clock and goiving over to the changing table, then frowning as he looked in the compartment for diapers.

"oh uh.. yeahhh they hafa wash more diapies because I kinda you know.." Vivi said said sheepishly.

"We CAN NOT leave a champion in stinky diapers!" Dwere whined, panicking and getting ready to offer her Nightie for the cause when Allimir chimed in.

"it's s'ok, I got this." he said, setting his Bat plushie down and then reaching into his cloak as the three mortal watched, eyes going big as saucers and he pulled out a spare diaper. "Mommy looks after me!" he beamed happily.

with the with the champion changed and Vivi seeing she had some serious competition in the nursery, the champ and the brat were put in her crib and quickly conked out, Allimir sucking on his thumb and hugging his stuffie while Vivi hugged a silver fox plushie, though instead of sucking on her own thumb she was sucking on Allimir's.

Dwere made it back to her own room just in time and had to explain why she was so out of breath and getting a lecture on proper behavior for young girls, but otherwise was left alone with cheeks burning red.

Selen was spotted in the halls and started to get a semi lecture on wandering the halls before saying he heard some of the little ones crying and wanted to help out and changed the diapers. Thankful to not have to do the dirty deed themselves, the caretakers who'd caught him let him go with a pat on the head and telling him what a good boy he was.

All was calm and good, at least until the next morning.

Vivi couldn't be sure exactly what time it was, having not bothered to learn how to read anything as of yet, but she was woken up by the panicked screams and whimpers of terror of Allimir and sat up in their crib, rubbing a eye and basking in the morning sunlight.

Despite the crib rail still being up, she was alone in the crib, and as she listened, she could make out the cry's of terror from UNDER the crib and pulled herself up, JUST too short to get out of the crib on her own.

"Allimir? Buddy? what's wrong?" She called out, trying to get her face between the bars so she could look down, though the bar's were JUST too close together.

"S-Something awful and strange is happening! it's some sort of energy attack or something!" Allimir Cried out.

"Huh? I don't see anything.." Vivi said, turning her head towards the window.

All she saw was a bright and sunny day out.

"But..but..it's so bright out there!! What's going on!?!" Allimir whined and whimpered, choking back a sob of terror and doing something else, as the smell reached Vivi.

Ironically it was as the funk reached her it clicked what was going on.

"Heh..hehehehehehehe Allimir that's called daylight. didn't you have that back home?" She giggled, thinking of how silly it was. "Daylight can't hurt you..well as long as your not out in it too long." Vivi added, thinking of the time she had played outside all day and gotten wicked sun burn.

The sniffles slowed down and Allimir slowly came into view, coming out from under the bed and locking his tear filled eyes with Vivi's amused ones.

"Y-You promise?" he asked, hovering in the air, making his diaper droop more then it normally would of as he hiccuped and ran a arm across his eyes.

"Swear by the goddess." Vivi said and gave him a warm smile, then added "but you better get your stinky butt back in here, if a caretaker find your hovering that's gonna be all SORTS of questions."

Allimir nodded slowly and floated back into the crib, though he made a grossed out face as he plopped down on his muddy back side, Just in time as the door opened and in came one of the adults.

"Oh great..anther stinker.. as if there weren't enough of them in here." The balding older man said, rolling his eyes.

"heh, G'morning ta you took Kalect!" Vivi giggled, then turned to Allimir. "That's Kalect and he's the one who gets the pleasure of wiping our BUTTS!"

Hearing the utter delight in Vivi's voice and seeing the older human frown, Allimir couldn't help but break into a fit of toddlerish giggles.

One series of diaper changes later and Allimir was trying to get used to the outfit he'd been dressed in, Mortal clothing was just so weird!

his own clothes had been taken away to be washed,save for the cloak which he had turned into a blankie and the caretaker let him keep with him at least.

but bow he was in a pair of grayish white socks, a white diaper shirt and a pair of shortalls over them, and was trying to adjust to the mortal diapers that just didn't feel right on his sensitive booty and had him wiggling like he had ant's in his pants. (he hadn't told to take out extra diapers when he'd gotten his change the night before and a look from Vivi told him that offering one now might not be a good idea)

"How are you not bugged by how rough this material is!?" Allimir whined for the forth time as Vivi in just her diapers (they had given up long ago on trying to dress her for the most part) snugged.

"I never knew anything else. but hey, your a CHAMP right?" She said, putting a arm around him and pulling him in. "You gotta get used to a little discomfort."

"Ngggh.. I suppose that tr.." Allimir trailed off, as his nostrils flared and then he covered his nose and gagged."whats that awful stench!?! I thought a poopie diaper was bad!" he cried out.

"Heh, this is where all the stupid big kids go tinkle and boom boom. it's called a bathroom." Vivi explained then added. "and NOW you see why I just go in mah diapie."

"Really, I thought that's just because you like tormenting other people." Selen said, coming out and smirking, and getting a raspberry blown at him but no denial from Vivi.

"How's my favorite little pamper packers?" he asked, Bending a knee and drawing both of the diaper butts in for a big hug.

"Eh, We're ok..Right Allimir?" Vivi said the asked, she had agreed to keep his little fit to herself to help him save face.

"Uhh yeah! Totally! no crying fits or hiding under the crib here!" Allimir said, blushing and giving a shaky grin, and making Selen raise a eyebrow.

"where's Dwere?" Vivi asked, trying to change the topic.

"oh she got roped into helping make the morning portage to teach her purity or something like that." Selen said and shrugged. "Anyways, ready for your first taste of mortal food little guy?"

"Yeah!" Allimir said, giggling and holding up his arms to be carried.

To be continued

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