#sitting here giggling while i was trying to sharpen it

[dr-mohan]

the worst best pirate in history

scp cr. crimestape

[pomefioredove]

can i order a sugar cookie, #18, with frosting and dry fruit please 💕💕 love your work

coughs weakly

order #18, sugar with frosting, dry fruit

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ intent to bite

summary: a miscommunication leads to sharing a small bed with lilia tropes: only one bed, first kiss characters: lilia additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, who is an adult, a lil suggestive

"Told you this was a bad idea," Grim mumbles.

"Why am I stuck with Sebek, anyway?! I should be with my hench-human!"

You hold a finger to your lips. So much for hoping Grim would mind his manners on this trip.

"We've been over this," Silver says, carrying a six or seven bags inside the house. "Malleus will take the first guest room, Lilia and the Prefect will take the second, because it has two beds. Sebek and I are sleeping in the lounge, where there's a dog bed for you."

"I'm no dog!"

"That's not-" Silver sighs, looking to you for help. You have nothing.

Then, there's breath on your neck and a voice in your ear. "Oh, don't look so glum. It'll be a fine bonding experience for you boys!"

You jolt, and Lilia giggles into your ear, the airy, cheerful sound almost as teasing as the prank.

Grim sighs. "I bet Sebek snores like a lawn mower..."

"And you don't?" you mutter, much to Lilia's delight.

"Khee hee. Personally, I'm tickled by this! The Zigvolt family is as welcoming as ever. Oh, Malleus, do you need help with that?"

The smaller fae leaves to hold the door open for Malleus, while Grim repeats "tickled??" in a grumble. Silver sighs again.

"It's been a long journey. We'll all feel better once we've slept,"

"This can't be right,"

You stand in the narrow doorway, overnight bag in hand. The guest room is dark, but you can still feel how small it is. There's no way two people can fit in here.

Lilia peers over your shoulder. "What's- ah. I see,"

Your eyes adjust to the darkness. There's only one. There's only one bed.

"Now, this is unfortunate. Our rooms must have been mixed up. And Malleus has already retired, poor thing..."

You look at him. "What are we going to do?"

"Do? Why, sleep, of course,"

"Where?"

Lilia smiles and pats your head, as if you were an adorable kitty cat rather than a very tired and disgruntled adult after a full day of travel.

"In bed, my dear. Unless you were planning on taking the bath,"

He slips under your arm and into the room, tossing his bag on the floor with no regard or interest for the clothes and trinkets that spill from it.

You follow, putting your own things away as he makes himself comfortable on the bed. "Well?"

"...You can't honestly act as if this is normal,"

Lilia giggles. "What are you so afraid of? I'm not going to eat you,"

You listen, if only a little, sitting at the edge of the bed, as far from him as possible. Why is this making you so nervous?

"I'm just not used to it. That's all,"

Shit excuse. He can tell, too, if that smirk of his is any indication.

"Ah, I see. You think, hope, perhaps? that I'm going to make a move on you, as the kids say,"

Your eyes widen and you stumble over yourself, trying to come up with a rebuttal, an excuse, a lie, anything at all.

His smirk sharpens. Literally- his fangs dig into his lower lip, and he sticks his tongue out at you.

"If you're going to be this tense all night, you won't get any sleep. I'll tell you what-" he says, sitting up. "I will graciously allow you one kiss to sate your curiosity. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Now that's just unfair. "That's- what makes you think I would-!"

You stumble some more, and he drinks in the sight of you, flustered and nervous and oh-so close to him.

Lilia lets you argue with yourself until you're spent.

"...Fine,"

He claps. "Very well. Come here, Prefect,"

You sigh, but cross the bed, anyway, feeling the soft, handmade quilt underhand. You can't believe you're going to do this in Sebek's house, of all places...

Curse this fae.

You sit before him, far more vulnerable than you would have liked.

"Very good. But you could come a little closer, don't you think?"

Again, you listen. You sit on his lap, straddling his thighs, much to his delight.

"Better," he mumbles, perhaps more to himself than to you, because then his hand is holding the back of your head and his mouth is on yours.

Lilia doesn't give you much, and you know that's his intention. The kiss is much too chaste for him, and much too slow for you, but passion and pace were never a part of the deal.

You let it go.

And with some reluctance, you part from him, warm and jittery. That wasn't enough, and he knows it.

"You look like you have something you want to ask," Lilia says, his fingers brushing over your neck, feeling the beating of your heart in your pulse.

"...No," you lie.

He smirks again, baring his fangs as if warning you of his intent to bite.

"Khee hee. Don't worry, desire is nothing to be ashamed of. And we all have our little secrets... I, for example, may have asked Malleus to switch rooms with us."

Despite what Silver had said, you can't imagine sleeping now.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stuffed Full ~ LMH & HJS

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅WORD COUNT: 1.9K 

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅GENRE: established relationships, anniversary,poly relationship, threesome, sweet, SMUT MINORS DNI, the boys taking care of their girl, hand necklaces, anal, double pen, unprotected

sex,

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅PAIRING: Minho x Fem!Reader x Jisung

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - October 2024

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅MASTERLIST

The sound of the hotel room door softly clicking shut echoed in the quiet space, your eyes darted around at the room that the three of you were going to be calling home for the next two nights. It was perfect.

It was luxurious yet cosy, the kind of place you’d expect for a special getaway, which is exactly what the boys had planned for you. There was a huge, king-sized bed sitting in the centre of the room, draped in crisp white sheets with plush pillows scattered across the headboard. There were even rose petals scattered around on the bed making your heart flutter a little.

"Look at the tub," you whine heading into the adjoining room, which you had just walked into, there was a large bathtub sitting to one side, surrounded by candles, their flickering flames creating soft, dancing shadows on the walls. There were even fresh towels, folded neatly, and stacked on the counter, next to a vase of white lilies.

"I think I might want to live here." Jisung mumbles as he walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your neck, letting out a small sigh of relief.

"I might join." You giggle a little and Minho smirks from behind you, snapping a photo of his two favourite people together, at this point his camera roll was only you and his cats back home.

"Expensive life," Minho smirked as he thought back on how much the hotel room had actually cost the three of you, but all of it was worth it for your one-year anniversary. The three of you had spent the entire day together, exploring the city, laughing, and taking in the sights. But now, as the evening settled in, the anticipation in the air was undeniable.

"I'm trying out the bed!" Jisung yelled before running off and back into the bedroom. You watched and smirked as he collapsed onto the bed with a dramatic sigh, his usual playful energy tinged with exhaustion. Minho smirked placing a soft kiss on your temple and you relaxed against him.

"I can’t believe we walked so much," Jisug groaned, sprawling out as if the bed had been his goal all along. Minho chuckled, rolling his eyes as he kicked off his shoes,

"You say that every time, Jisung. Yet somehow, you’re always the one dragging us to one more place." He leaned back against the wall, his eyes flickering between you and Jisung, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You stood by the door, heart racing as you glanced at the two of them, this was perfection to you. This was your version of heaven right now.

Jisung’s adorable antics and Minho’s laid-back charm were enough to make anyone’s heart flutter, but you had something special planned tonight. You had been thinking about it all day, and now that the moment had come, you couldn’t help the smile that crept across your face.

"Hey," you said softly, grabbing their attention. Both of them looked up at you, curiosity gleaming in their eyes. Jisung raised an eyebrow, sitting up slightly.

"What’s up?" You bit your lip, eyes sparkling as you stepped forward slowly. You wondered how all of this was going to go down.

But it was your one year together and you knew they'd been wanting to try something for a while, something you'd had to train for and you were finally ready.

"I have something to show you," you murmured, letting the words roll off your tongue in a tone that was just suggestive enough to get their full attention. Minho’s gaze sharpened, intrigued. He crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head.

"Oh? What kind of ‘something’?" Without answering, you turned around to close the bathroom door so that they couldn't follow you inside.

"What do you think it is?" Jisung whispered as Minho joined him on the bed, both of them had their eyes trained on the door waiting for you to come back out and show them what it was that you had to show them.

"A new set? She went shopping the other day." Minho shrugged a little as his imagination began to run wild at all of the things you could have done for them. But none of them would ever come close to the truth.

After a while, you came back into the room wearing nothing but some crotchless panties and a bra to match it,

"Damn, look at you. Your thighs are already shiny from how wet you are...do we make you that turned on?" Jisung smirks, his cocky attitude coming out of nowhere and almost giving you whiplash.

"I wanna show you, what I've been doing." You whisper as you turned around, bending over so that they had a perfect view of your ass, or much rather, what was in your ass.

"Fuck-"

"Princess," They both moaned out in sync as they saw the silver plug sticking inside of you with the pink heart-shaped diamond. You bite your lip and blush as you reach behind and start toying with it, small moans fluttering out of your lips as you do so.

Minho licked his lips like a beast ready to pounce on you and Jisung rubbed himself through his sweats, his hard cock already hurting at the sight of you.

"You ready for us both, huh princess?" Minho asked as he slowly got up from the bed and walked over, kneeling behind you and gently touching the plug. You let a small moan and nodded your head,

"Please." you practically begged before Minho crashed his lips to yours. Jisung's finding their way to your neck as he sucked and bit all over your exposed skin.

Soon clothes were lost, the boys were naked and you were laid down on the bed looking up at them as Jisung slowly slid out the plug from your ass, moaning as he saw you clenching around nothing.

"Fuck, puppy. I don't know how long I'll last in there," he smirks as he reaches down to the bag you'd given them and grabs the lube. Wasting no time he began to squirt some onto your already waiting hole and all over his cock, which twitched from the small touches.

"You're sure you're ready for this princess?" Minho asked as he placed small kisses up your neck, and you whimpered nodding your head.

The boys exchanged a look before they moved you to have you laying on your side, and Minho hitched your leg up pulling it to rest on his hip, smirking down at you.

"you're so beautiful like this for us," He whispers as he taps the head of his cock against your cunt, you whined at him impatiently before he pushed up into your wet pussy making you moan out loudly. Once he was deep inside you, you felt Jisung push into you and an unhinged noise fell out of your mouth as he stretched you further than you thought humanly possible. The two of them stopped and looked down at you, neither of them proceeding until they knew you were okay,

“You doing okay, Princess?” Minho asked you softly, Jisung softly rubbed your side with his thumb and you screwed your eyes shut for a second. It was a little too much, they were pulling you apart, and yet it felt too good as you stretched around the two of them. Parts of you were humming with pleasure that you didn’t even know existed and you whimpered a little.

“Are you alright?” Minho demanded gripping your jaw tightly and bringing your face to his, there was no way he was going to go through with this if it meant you were going to be in pain the whole time. You opened your eyes and let out a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding.

“It’s a lot. But it’s good f-fuck, Minho, it's really good.” You answered but no one moved, you rocked your hips a little only for Minho to pin you down and stare at you. Minho gave you a stern look trying to make sure you weren’t lying, his fingers brushed your clit and your whole body spasmed, a loud moan escaping your lips. Jisung pushed himself further and you were trying not to cry again.

“F-Fucking hell, That’s tight, puppy, Minho she’s so tight.” Jisung took a strong grip on your breast and Minho practically growled as he felt your pussy clench around him.

They moved in and out of you with a competitive nature that had your body singing as you arched toward Minho, your ass clenching around Jisung as he grunted loudly, his hips snapping at a brutal pace but the pain was gone and replaced with pleasure. You felt so full from both of them and you couldn't stop as the screams of ecstasy left your throat.

Jisung’s fingers wrapped around your neck and bent down to your ear,

"Such a good fucking puppy, taking both of us like a good girl," He grunts, looking up at Minho who was blushing a little thrusting roughly in and out of you.

“I need more” You choked out, reaching down to rub your own clit but Minho quickly replaced your fingers and chuckled softly as he looked at Jisung.

“I’m not coming till I feel that tight ass clench around me again puppy,” Jisung said and Minho moaned out, nodding his head in agreement. His fingers started making steady circles on your clit, your body arched, your moans getting louder with each pound of their hips.

“That’s it, princess, clench down nice and tight like a good slut.” Minho said through gritted teeth and that’s all it took to take you over the edge. You felt your body tremble as your orgasm hit you like a brick wall. Your nails clutched into the sheets ripping them as you came loudly and violently around them both.

"S-Shit, puppy...I-I'm gonna-" Jisung barely had time to finish what he was saying before bottoming out inside of your ass and cumming into you, your whimpers turning strained as you glanced at him. Minho grunted as he looked at you both,

"Y-You're both so fucking hot." He grunts loudly before emptying inside of you.

A whine of protest left your throat as you felt them both pull free of you, you glanced at them and Minho said something to Jisung before getting up. You hated the feeling of them leaving you, but warm arms quickly engulfed your frame.

“Did we hurt you love?” Minho asked and you shook your head. He gently ran his fingers over your forehead, your eyes struggling to stay open as you fell limp against him.

“I think she’s just overwhelmed. That was a lot for a little lady.” Jisung said as he carefully began cleaning you up with a warm wet cloth you hadn't realised he'd gone to get just yet.

"Hmm, you have to pee princess." Minho reminded you, not wanting you to get a UTI if you didn't take proper care of yourself.

Somehow you'd managed to make it to the toilet and back into bed but you quickly fell asleep against their chests.

You woke up at some point in the evening to shift yourself realising that they’d managed to fall asleep around you, Minho on one side and Jisung on the other. Both of them were covered in small bite marks you'd given to each other and you giggled a little.

"Princess, sleep." Minho scolded when he felt you moving around in the bed. Jisung humed in agreement, wrapping an arm around your waist. It didn't take long for you to fall back asleep wondering when the next time you could try that out again would be.

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[agreeewrites]

Charlie doing that 'a boy who's jacked and kind' trend but gets distracted having y/n on his shoulder and ends up flipping her over and eating her out while the camera still rolls.

tysm for the request love!! hope you enjoy 🫶

pair with: Charlie Weasley, James Potter, George Weasley, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, or whoever you want! (MDNI 18+)

a boy who's jacked and kind...

...can't find his ass to save my life.

You took a few steps back from your carefully arranged phone, ensuring your image in the frame was centered and the space around you didn't look too cluttered. You adjusted your sundress a little, dismissing the fleeting thought that maybe it was too short.

“Babe!” You called, and your boyfriend, always eager and with the recall of well-trained golden retriever, popped his head into the room.

“You called, love? Wait--are you recording?” He immediately clocked the angled phone, a smirk sharpening his sweet smile.

“Would you maybe want to try a trend with me?” You asked, batting your lashes. “You know that Sabrina Carpenter album I've been listening too?”

“With the coffee song?” He crossed the room, still hovering just outside of the cameras scope, clearly suspicious. “I'm working laaaaate, ‘cuz I'm a sinner—or something?”

“Singer,” you corrected, giggling. As if you haven't overheard him singing that very song on repeat in the shower. “There's a Tiktok trend going around for another one of her songs."

“And what exactly does this trend involve?” He asked, eyes skirting down your body, the stretch of your bare legs with open appreciation.

“It's this one lyric, ‘a boy who’s jacked and kind’, and one partner lifts the other onto their shoulder, like—hey!”

He swooped in mid-sentence, scooping you around the middle and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Broad shoulder digging into your guts, driving the air from your lungs. Not that there was much air to lose—his strength always left you a little breathless.

“Like this?” He asked, bouncing you a little.

You couldn't see his expression, but you could hear the smug ass smile on his face.

“No! No,” you huffed. “I'm supposed to sit on your shoulder.”

“Really? I kind of like this.” His hand crept up the back of your bare leg, kneading the softness of your thighs before swatting your ass. “We can just do this, I'll let you keep recording—”

“Hey! Put me down and focus.” You squirmed until he set you down, his lower lip jutting out into a pout.

“Alright, alright. So I lift you up onto my shoulder so your sitting right here?” He patted the bulge of his trap. “For what reason, exactly?”

“To show the whole world how jacked and kind you are,” you replied, pecking his cheek, stroking his ego just enough to push him over the edge.

“Well, I do like that…let's do it.”

You squealed with excitement, kissing him again before rushing to start the recording.

🎶 A boy who’s jacked and kind…can't find his ass to save my life.

Three tries later, he finally got you up onto his shoulder at the exact right moment, making it look borderline effortless, the cheeky grin on his face lighting up the frame while he flexed his drool-worthy bicep.

Hm, maybe you shouldn't post this. He was so hot, this was turning into a bonafide thirst-trap—

“Yay! That was perfect, now you can—woah! What are you—”

He grabbed your thigh and lifted it over his head, shifting you so you were facing him, your thighs and pelvis practically smothering him, and you squeaked in surprise.

“Shh, honey,” he soothed, hucking you up another inch to nuzzle against your blooming heat, barely covered by the thin mesh of your panties. “You know I won't drop you.”

“But the camera—”

Something rumbled in his chest, a pleased sort of purr that had your toes curling against his back. “You wanted to put on a show, pretty girl.” He backed you against the wall, your head damn near brushing the ceiling, and laved his tongue over you.

“Oh, fuck,” you groaned, fisting his hair and resisting the cloying urge to squirm. You glanced at the camera, unsure of what you were hoping for, and saw that you were still very much in the shot, the red circle still glowing as it recorded everything. The realization sent a fresh curl of desire slithering down your spine, leaking out between your legs and into his seeking mouth.

“Good girl, stay just like that,” he murmured against you, a flick of his tongue sending your mind reeling. The heady thrum of your heart found harmony with his movements, symphonic, pleasure cresting higher and higher with every press, every pull.

The sound of your own cries echoed around your head, amplified by the proximity of the ceiling, and a distant part of you wondered if you'd sound pretty in the video.

His grip was bruising on your thighs, but he didn't shake, didn't tremble, solid as a statue beneath you. Resolute in his pursuit of your pleasure.

Jacked and kind, indeed.

He gasped when you yanked particularly hard on his hair, but instead of pulling back, he buried himself deeper, tipping into a ravenous frenzy.

“Fuck, I'm gonna—fuck, fuck!” Your pleasure ballooned, then burst, bliss scattering like glitter under your skin, sparkling and ephemeral and everywhere.

Relentless, and undoubtedly self-indulgent, he continued to lap at you, groaning in the back of his throat when you shuddered and twitched. No longer having the strength to hold yourself still.

Carefully, he lowered you back to the ground, dress bunching between your bodies, and kissed his way up until he finally caught your lips. Sticky and sweetened with your honey, you sighed against his mouth, clutching those heroic shoulders to keep yourself upright.

He glanced over at the camera, then smirked down at you. “You know, we could make a lot of money if we posted that somewhere other than TikTok—”

“No.”

“Ugh, fine.”

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[downwhorendous]

𝗼𝗼𝗽𝘀, 𝗜 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿...𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗼𝘂𝘀

— in which you forget about your plans with Sylus.

pairing : sylus × fem!reader (not so established relationship)

warnings : nothing crazy—it's just a misunderstanding, jealousy (?)

note : I don't have it in me to write any smut so here's disappointed Sylus

Call me, I want to hear your voice.

I better get ready, can't have you disappointed.

If you really want a new dress, I can get you one.

Next time you want to chat, text me

"Who are you texting?"

Your neck almost broke from how fast you turned your head to find Sylus in your living room. You weren't sure when Sylus decided your apartment didn't require knocking, but he made himself comfortable nonetheless.

His eyes flickered between your eyes and the phone in your hand. You froze for a second, coming off the momentary shock of his sudden entrance, leaving Sylus to break the silence again.

"You were smiling at your phone."

Indeed, you had been smiling at your phone before Sylus arrived, but you weren't texting someone; nooooo, it was much more humiliating than that.

You quickly closed your screen and put the phone down, which didn't help you look any less suspicious. "It's no one," you said with an awkward smile.

Sylus arched a brow at you, slowly stalking over to where you were sitting on your couch. "It didn't seem like 'no one’." The closer he got, the more you realized how big and tall he was—the man towered over you, especially at this angle.

You clutched your phone in your hands, leaning away from him slightly. The embarrassing thing on your phone that didn't want him to see? Text messages. So, he was right a sense, but it wasn't that you were texting someone, rather you were reading texts from someone. Specifically, Sylus's texts.

It was shameful, but in your free time, you sometimes liked to read past texts between the two of you. Sylus just had a way of making butterflies erupt in your stomach with everything he did, and that included his messages. It was a guilty pleasure of yours that you found yourself indulging in when you hadn't seen Sylus in a while. Corny? Very, but hey, whatever you did in the privacy of your own home was your business, and there was no way you were going to admit to your friend that you were giggling like a schoolgirl over his text messages.

"Uh, why are you here?" you asked, aiming to change the subject. Sylus narrowed his eyes, now looking a bit annoyed.

"We planned to get dinner together, didn't we? Or did you forget our plans?" His tone started light, teasing even, but the edge in his voice sharpened as he caught your guilty expression.

You slapped your hand over your mouth, your eyes raking over his form. He was dressed nicely, very nicely. His hair was done, and he was dressed in a tailored long sleeve button-up along with some black slacks, a matching blazer thrown over his shoulder—formal attire.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. It had been a while since you two had seen each other, and Sylus had called you just yesterday, asking if you were free for dinner tomorrow. You had agreed but clearly had forgotten. A thick silence filled the room as you struggled to find a reply. How could you forget?! Here he was dressed to the nines, and you were…still in your hunter's uniform.

"Sylus, I'm so-"

"They're reservations. So, you should be quick."

Before you could even spit out a full apology, he cut you off, turning away from you to gaze at your potted orchid.

You quickly sprinted off to your bedroom, your stomach in knots from how bad you felt. Reservations? Knowing Sylus, he probably had spent quite a bit of money at a nice restaurant. You wanted to pull your damn hair out from guilt and embarrassment. Trying not to waste any more time, you quickly tore through your wardrobe. You settled on a red, high-slit satin dress with straps that dropped around your shoulders—it had been a gift from Sylus, and you hadn't found a good excuse to wear it yet.

Thankfully, your hair looked okay from when you styled it this morning for work, so that shouldn't be that big of a deal, though, you would have liked to touch your appearance up a bit more. Not wanting to dwell on it too much, you slipped on an old pair of silver heels that were a little too tall for you and a simple moon necklace Sylus had gotten you a while back. It always seemed to please him when you wore his gifts, so maybe the dress and necklace would help lessen the bad mood you had put him in?

"I'm ready, I'm ready," you mumbled quickly as you scurried back to the living room, smoothing down your dress as you walked to Sylus's side. He didn't spare you a glance, humming in acknowledgment before quickly walking out the door. You huffed in frustration, trying to keep up with him; maybe you shouldn't have gone with the tall heels…

When you managed to make it outside your apartment complex without dying, you spotted Sylus waiting by a limousine, which only made you feel worse about the entire ordeal. You carefully walked over, not wanting to turn this dinner reservation into a hospital visit so soon. Sylus still didn't look at you, his eyes scanning the city horizon instead, but still opened the door for you. God, did he have to be such a gentleman? It only made your heart squeeze a little tighter, knowing you had disappointed him.

You slid into the plush seat, the air heavy with silence. Sylus followed, sitting just far enough away to make a point. Normally, he'd sit close, his presence warm and familiar, but now the distance felt like a wall. You wrapped your arms around your shoulders, feeling like the biggest jerk in the world. You figured you should say something, but you also didn't want to risk worsening the mood. After a minute of pure silence, outside of the sounds of the car driving and Sylus tapping on his phone, you decided something should be said.

"I didn't mean to forget, I'm really sorry…"

Your face burned with shame as you willed yourself to look at him. Sylus didn't look up from his phone for a few seconds—still pissed, you assumed.

His typing paused momentarily, but he didn't stop to look at you. "It doesn't matter." His words were clipped, but there was a pause—brief, almost imperceptible—before he picked up his phone again. He was annoyed, sure, but maybe not entirely indifferent. You didn't get the chance to continue before he was on a call with someone discussing business things.

Well, that didn't work. Maybe it was a bit too early to mend things, but going through this dinner was going to be awkward if Sylus refused to talk to you…or look at you. You sighed, leaning against the seat, while you looked at the buildings passing by.

Fuck. You had really disappointed him.

After what felt like forever, the car stopped outside what looked like a skyscraper. Sylus opened the car door, still speaking on the phone as he held the door for you as well.

"I have business to attend to," he said curtly into the phone before clicking it off. Sylus finally, finally, looked at you. Technically, it was more of a glance, but still. He extended his elbow to you, which you accepted, that sinking feeling in your stomach lessening a bit.

The restaurant's entrance itself was beautiful; just the chairs looked as if they cost a mortgage. Sylus guided you to what looked like some sort of reception desk. He simply showed a card to the person stationed, who then promptly began guiding you both to an elevator.

You felt that sinking feeling return full force. A restaurant with multiple floors? Sylus had gotten you two a table on a higher floor?! The two of you followed the host in, soft jazz music playing in the background as the lift began to move. Each floor the elevator climbed made your guilt sink deeper. You weren't just nervous—you felt like you were being led to your own trial. How were you going to make up for your carelessness? The nervousness had you subconsciously holding onto Sylus a little tighter. When Sylus caught you squeezing his arm, he squeezed back gently, breaking the tension for just a second.

"Are you afraid of heights?"

His voice broke you out of your daze, and you quickly angled yourself more towards him. You were grateful to see that he was looking at you, his eyes having softened as he lowered himself to whisper to you.

"No, no! I'm… I'm just surprised," you replied, wondering if he could hear the way your heart was about to pop out of your chest.

The elevator then dinged, signally that you had arrived to your designated floor. The doors opened to reveal the night sky, meaning, you were on the roof. The host gestured to a single candle lit table stationed nearby before stepping back into the elevator, leaving you two alone.

The view stole your breath. Lights stretched across the city like a sea of stars, distant enough that the usual noise felt like a memory. You tried to appreciate it, but the knot in your stomach refused to loosen. Sylus had planned all this, and you'd almost ruined it.

"Oh, wow…"

You glanced at Sylus, who was already pulling out your chair. He didn't say anything, but there was a quiet understanding in the way he held out his hand—like he wasn't quite ready to forgive you, but he wasn't too angry anymore, either.

As soon as you were seated, the elevator dinged, signaling that your waiter had arrived.

Sylus's hand lingered on the back of your chair for a second longer than necessary before he moved to his own seat. The clink of silverware being placed on the table filled the silence as you awkwardly shifted in your seat.

You tried not to fidget under his gaze, but it felt like he was dissecting you with every glance, each one heavier than the last.

"I promise I didn't forget because I didn't think it was important if that's what you're thinking," you blurted, unable to take the tension any longer.

His eyes flicked up, cold and unreadable. "I didn't say you did."

The denial felt flimsy at best, his tone making it clear that wasn't the whole truth. You opened your mouth to respond, but another waiter approached, interrupting whatever argument was about to unfold.

The waiter poured wine into your glasses before retreating, leaving you alone with the unbearable silence again. You toyed with the edge of your napkin, willing yourself to find the right words.

"Are we really going to sit through this whole dinner without talking?" you finally asked, your voice quieter than you intended.

Sylus leaned back in his chair, swirling the wine in his glass as he studied you. "Depends. Are you going to tell me who had you smiling at your phone earlier?"

The question hit you like a punch to the gut. You stared at him, wide-eyed, before quickly shaking your head. "No one! I was just…reading."

Sylus scoffed like he didn't believe you—which he didn't. Technically, you weren't lying, just withholding part of the full truth.

"Reading?" he repeated, setting his wine glass down. "Reading, what exactly?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, embarrassment racking through your body. Jumping from the ledge of the building didn't seem too bad right about now. You sighed, eyes flitting towards the floor.

"…your old text messages."

For a moment, Sylus didn't react, his expression carefully neutral. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "You were reading my texts," he repeated, as if testing the words for any hidden meaning. Heat crawled up your neck, and you could barely believe the words had left your mouth.

"You forget things all the time," Sylus said after a long pause. "You even forget to eat some days. But this time…" He trailed off, the muscles in his jaw tightening before he continued, voice low. "This time, I thought it was because someone else had your attention."

You blinked, guilt sinking deeper as it clicked—Sylus wasn’t upset that you forgot dinner. He was upset because, in his mind, you had been too preoccupied with someone else to even remember. It wasn’t just the forgetting; it was *why* you forgot.

"I wasn't texting anyone," you said softly. "Really, I was just…reading our text messages."

His eyes stayed locked on yours for a moment before he finally exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little. "You could've just said that instead of acting so suspicious."

"I panicked," you admitted with a sheepish smile. "I didn't want you to know I was rereading our old texts." You still felt heat in your face as you spoke but decided you could laugh it off. Hopefully, he wouldn't grill you about it later.

Sylus's lips twitched, almost forming a smile, but he quickly masked it with a sip of his wine. "You're ridiculous."

"Maybe," you said, relaxing for the first time since he'd walked into your apartment. "But would you rather I be texting someone else?"

Sylus rolled his eyes, but this time, his expression was softer, warmer. He leaned forward again, resting his chin on his palm as he gave you a once-over. “The dress looks good on you,” he remarked, gripping the bottom of your chair and sliding you closer until you were seated beside him, the distance between you erased in an instant.

You smiled, heart fluttering. "Thanks. I figured you'd like it."

For the first time that night, Sylus's grin broke through, lazy and smug. "I always like it when you dress up for me." He reached for your hand, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin before lifting it to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles.You barely had time to process the warmth that shot through you before he glanced up, that familiar teasing glint returning to his eyes. “So…you like rereading my texts, hm?”

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Stiles Stilinski x Fem! Rich! Vampire! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, maybe slight angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 6.0K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - No one expected you and Stiles to start dating. Come on, a rich vampire posing as a high school student who could’ve been a real life Cullen? Fuck no. But, it happened, and Stiles fucking loves you - and your fangs - probably more than he should, and he wants to try something.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - foul language and smut || I was forced to watch twilight and this is what happened I love it || kinda sub stiles || mentions of mates || scent glands || marking || mentions of Wattpad & fanfic || i got WAY too into this shit man- || stiles did research || biting kink || blood kink || multiple rounds || oral || face sitting || cum eating || creampie || unprotected sex ||

“So, tell me again how this happened?” Coach was baffled as you sat in his class, your hand in Stiles’ as the topic interrupted your lesson in your economics class. “Like, the dating part. How the heck did you end up with her, Stilinski?!”

You cleared your throat, raising your hand. “I uhm… we’ve been dating for a while, Coach.”

“Yeah, I know! I just didn’t believe it until I saw Stilinski trying to kiss you when he thought I wasn’t looking! Come on kid, you’re that desperate?!” Bobby groaned, pressing his face into his hands. “Why is it always the nice ones who get with the… the Stiles?”

You laughed. “I don’t know who you’ve talked to, Coach, but I am not nice.”

“Yeah, she’s not!” Scott said, twirling his pencil before you glared at him. “Nice. Sh-She’s not nice.”

“Oh, shut up, McCall! You’re just mad because Stiles likes hanging out more with me than you,” you stuck your tongue out at him, letting out a soft humph as you cross your legs under the desk. “And he’s mad I took his boyfriend too.”

“Y/N, we weren’t-”

“Hush darling, Scott and I are talking,” you say, smiling widely at him as you kiss his nose. “Thank you baby.”

“This isn’t happening,” Coach groaned into his hand before the bell rings, a giggle falling from your lips. “Right? This isn’t happening?”

“Oh it’s happening!” You laughed, standing as Stiles cleared his throat.

“Y/N, baby, I have practice today.” He said, Scott coming behind him and sticking his tongue out at you. “I’m sorry.”

You pouted, pretending to think. “Why don’t you just skip? I’ll buy the school new lacrosse gear.”

“I’m right here!” Coach yelled, but quickly got up. “I would be interested in new lacrosse gear though.”

“Yeah, see? Come on, let’s skip.”

“No! We have the quarter-finals this week, he can’t miss. Y/N, he can’t miss,” Scott turned to you, hoping that he could persuade you with those stupid puppy dog eyes. “Come on.”

“Oh I forgot about that,” coach mumbles, glaring at the wall. “Okay, he’s gotta come, but the school would like new lacrosse gear.”

“Here, how about this,” you say, shaking your head as you fix your skirt. “Stiles goes to practice and I’m on the field.”

Coach scoffed. “On the field? Doing what?”

“I don’t know,” you hummed, leaning on the table as you pulled Stiles closer. He followed obediently as you licked your teeth, humming. “Play lacrosse?”

Scott scoffed. “Play lacrosse?”

You tilted your head, crossing your legs. “What, like it’s hard?”

Coach starts to laugh, nodding. “Okay! Okay, you’ll be on the field! Stiles, lend your girlfriend some clothes, we’re getting new lacrosse gear!”

Coach walked out as you giggle, Stiles staring at your smile and the sharpened canines that he fucking loved to stare at.

Scott starts to walk out, pausing to look back at the two of you. “Stiles, you coming?” 

“I-In a minute, Scott,” he smiled back at his friend before looking at you who positioned yourself on the desk with crossed legs. “I’ll be there.”

He hummed as he walked out, Stiles letting his hands settle on your hips as you parted your legs so he could slot himself between them. “Hey, my darling.”

You giggled, pushing back his hair. “Hey, honey,” you whisper back, smiling as you nuzzle your nose against his with a soft sigh. “Do you… do you think I’m too mean to Scott?”

“You’re not mean,” he says, laughing. “You and him have like… an ancestral rivalry. He’ll get over it.”

You giggle, pulling him closer for another firm kiss, groaning as your tongue pushed into his mouth, your hand pulling his head back by tugging on his hair. He groaned loudly as your tongue circled around his, humming as your head pounded. You could hear his heart beating incredibly fast, his arteries pulsating, and by hell’s name, you could smell the horniness drifting off of his body, along with the smell of dog because of Scott.

Even newly turned, you could still control yourself with Stiles as of yet. You both had had sex a few times, more than a few actually, but that was before you were actually aware of his… human-ness. You were born a vampire, now in your final years of highschool as you aged regularly and your family was kept alive by blood bags supplied by the numerous hospitals your family owned.

Your instincts never got in the way because of how well fed you were, but this was different. You could feel everything; his heart, his arteries, his veins, fuck even his cock pulsating. Your heightened senses caught everything, groaning as you attempted to pull him closer, another loud groan falling from his lips as you pulled him closer, a choke filling your ears making you pull away, your fangs grazing his bottom lip making him hiss.

A shiver runs down your back as he lets out a soft groan, laughing slightly as he licks his lip. “You alright, Y/N?”

You hummed, not really paying attention to his words as you stared at his lip dripping with that delicious coppery liquid, leaning forward to lick against his lip and a loud groan left his mouth as you sucked on his lip, desperate for that taste. It was different though, his blood tasted sweet, unlike blood bags, animals, and even humans for fucks sake.

“Y-Y/N,” he whispered, groaning. “I-It kind of hurts.”

You gasped as you pulled away, staring at his slightly swollen bottom lip as he smiled down at you, pushing back your hair. “I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head, humming so that you would look at him. “Hey, Y/N, don’t worry about it,” he says, his smile growing as he leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to your lips. “I’ll be a blood bank for you any day.”

You inhale sharply, shaking your head. “Don’t say that. Y-You don’t know how dangerous that is.”

“Why?” He asked, tilting his head. “I know you can control yourself.”

You scoffed, pushing him back. “Did you not see what I just did? If you wouldn’t have said something, I would’ve kept going.”

“But I did say something,” he says, quickly stepping forward and holding your hips again. “Just because I said it hurt-ed, doesn’t mean I didn’t like it.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, shaking your head. “Hurt-ed?”

He hummed, nodding. “Hurted. It’s the past tense.”

You shook your head, laughing. “No it’s not, the past tense is still hurt.”

He rolled his eyes. “Not anymore, it’s hurted now.”

You giggle, shaking your head before sighing. “I’m gonna go write that check, okay? I… I think I’m gonna go home, too.”

His brows ruffled, quickly blocking you from jumping down. “Why?”

“Because it’s not safe for me to be around so many people,” you responded, humming as you quickly went around him. “Come to my house after school? We need to talk.”

He quickly caught your hand, one you could’ve easily avoided, but he shook his head. “Y-You’re not breaking up with me, right?”

You giggled, smiling sadly with a shake of your head. “Just meet me at my house, alright?”

He cleared his throat but nodded, inhaling deeply before slowly pulling you in for a soft kiss. “I love you, Y/N, I love you so much.”

You hummed softly, nodding. “I love you too, my darling.”

He swallowed as you walked out, pulling out your checkbook and writing a number with a lot of zeros on the main line before crossing out the rest, signing and doing the rest of the things before passing by Coach and pressing it to his chest. “Let me know if you need more, alright? I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“What? Where are you going?” He yelled out as you waved back at him.

“Have something to do at home! I’ll see you!” You yelled, looking back with a smile. “Good luck, Coach!”

He mumbled something as you walked out, quickly making your way back home and parking outside your secluded mansion that truly could’ve been out of the movie. It didn’t take you long to get up to your room, quickly getting caught by Kirshe, one of the vampire elders that your parents were friends with. “Y/N, are you alright?”

Of course she knew what you were feeling. “O-Oh, I’m fine,” you responded, humming with a slight smile. “Just some… relationship problems.”

She paused, her golden eyes trailing down your body before flashing a bright red. “He doesn’t know he’s your mate, does he?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Not only that, Kirshe.”

She hummed, taking a deep inhale. “And he’s human too, isn’t he?”

You inhaled deeply, nodding. “Taken in by a pack of dogs.”

Kirshe laughed. “Oh, it’s always the best of us, my love. He’s… why are there problems now?”

“I tasted his blood,” you giggled, shaking your head with a scoff. “It’s just like the stories describe it. Addicting, sweet… perfect.”

“Do you want to turn him?” She asked, making you shrug. “Does he want to be turned?”

“I don’t… I don’t know.”

Back at the school, Stiles was going crazy. “Do you think she’s going to break up with me?”

“She would never,” Scott responded, scoffing. “She’s too in love with you.”

“You’re just mad because you thought she was hot,” Stiles grinned, putting on a shirt that hadn’t been near Scott. He knew how much you hated the smell of wolves. “Right?”

“Oh shut up,” Scott scoffed, shaking his head. “Where did she go anyways?”

“Home.” Stiles said, humming. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I can smell how horny you are.”

Stiles laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, I uhm… we were making out earlier. She was… sucking on my lip after it started bleeding.”

Scott froze, quickly looking at him. “What?”

“You’re overreacting so much,” Stiles said, shrugging. “We’ve had sex before.”

“But she’s never sucked your blood, right?”

Stiles could feel his cheeks heat up, about to say something before Scott groaned loudly. “Dude, the smell got stronger! Holy shit, does that turn you on?!”

“Fuck yeah it does!” Stiles said, thankful the two of them were the only ones in the locker room. “Dude, when we like, get heated, she runs her fangs along my neck, holy shit, it’s so hot.”

“And you want her to suck your blood?” Scott paused, staring at him. “You want her to turn you?”

Stiles paused, staring down at his bag before inhaling deeply. Is this what Bella Swan was feeling when she was with Edward Cullen?

“I want to be with her for the rest of my life,” Stiles said, grabbing his bag before smiling at Scott. “If it’s this one or one hundred, I don’t care. I want her, forever.”

Scott inhaled deeply before sighing, shaking his head with a slight smile. “You’re really in love with her, aren’t you?”

Stiles smiled, all sarcasm gone. “Yeah, I am.”

“What about your dad?” Scott asked the inevitable question, inhaling deeply. “I-I’m not trying to like… ruin anything, but if you get turned… what are you going to do to him?”

Stiles smiled, shrugging. “He’ll be my dad. Always. What he wants to do is up to him.”

After that, he waved goodbye and quickly drove to your house, way over the speed limit to get there faster. As soon as he pulled up, he smiled when he saw you on your balcony, staring at him like you knew he was coming - which you probably did.

He quickly got out, waving up at you as you giggled. Normally your family was there to greet him, but they were obviously gone as he walked inside and up to your room.

He doesn’t knock, mainly because there was no point, slowly walking behind you as you stood on your balcony. His arms go to wrap around your waist, leaning onto your body as he pressed soft kisses to your neck, your hand going to hold his jaw as you exhaled deeply. “How was practice?”

“Good,” he mumbled, shrugging. “Missed you. I changed into something that I hope doesn’t smell like Scott.”

You giggle, nodding. “And it doesn’t, thank you.”

“So uhm…” he whispered, humming against your neck as you moved your hands to settle over his. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Well, you read up on vampires when you met me, right?” You hummed, smiling as he nodded into your neck. “Did you get to the part about mates?”

He paused, his hands tightening around your waist. Did you find your mate? He had read up about them, but never really retained the information because no one ever spoke of them, but obviously for pure blooded vampires like your family, of course they existed.

“I-I… I did,” he whispers, pulling you closer. “There wasn’t much about how it works for bloodborne vampires.”

“Would you like for me to tell you how it works?” You asked, smiling up at him.

“Wh-Why would you tell me if I’m not your mate?” Stiles whispered, slight annoyance in his voice before you started laughing. “What?”

“Stiles, you’re so lucky you’re hot,” you turned in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re my mate.”

He paused, staring down at you blankly. He was your mate? Why?

When you started laughing, he realized he must’ve said it out loud, your hands cupping his face. “Why not? I think it’s fitting, don’t you?”

“Th-That’s not what I meant,” he didn’t mean to stutter, it always happened around you though. He groaned loudly as your fingers dragged down his neck, sparks following your touch as you smiled up at him. “I meant like… how are we mates?”

You paused, pursing your lips. “Kirshe said mates are decided by the gods where in past lives their love ‘changed the fate of the world’,” you mumbled, inhaling deeply as you stroked his hair. “Do you think we could’ve changed the fate of the world, Stiles? In our past lives?”

He inhaled deeply, nodding as he leaned his forehead down against yours. “I know we could’ve,” he whispered back, pressing his lips softly against yours. “Because I love you more than anything else in the world.”

You smiled widely, letting out a loud laugh as he picked you up and turned the both of you around to go back into your bedroom. He slowly laid you in the bed, crawling over your body and laying down next to you to pull you into his chest. You sighed heavily against his chest, stroking his shirt before pulling it down slightly to see his exposed skin. You could hear his heart beating, his valves and ventricles pumping, his lungs inhaling and exhaling, his diaphragm expanding and deflating - fuck, at this point, you hated that he was human at this point.

“Y/N?”

You hummed, looking up at him as your fingers trail over his exposed collarbone. “Yes, my love?”

“I-I was wondering… if you could uhm… turn me. Like, actually turn me… into a vampire like you,” Stiles said as you started to sit up, staring at your face pinched up as you inhaled and exhaled deeply. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“Stiles, why do you want to be a vampire?” You asked, staring at him like he was crazy. “You would watch the people you love die over and over again. You have the choice to grow old and-”

“And what about you?” He whispered, taking your hand in his. Besides his dad and Scott, you were the only person alive right now that he cared for, especially after he was impacted by Void. You stuck with him even after that, how could he let you go now? “You would watch me grow old and wait for me to be born again? Huh?”

“That’s not what I meant, Stiles-”

“I want to be with you,” the brunette filled in, staring at you with those whiskey colored eyes. “For the rest of my life, and I want it to be where you don’t have to watch me die in the end. I want to spend… the rest of my life young with you.”

“But in turning you, I’d watch you die too,” you whispered, inhaling deeply as your eyes watered. You had thought about this before, turning him, but then you thought about what he would go through. You were the first bloodborne vampire ever recorded, because of course the Court took note of every vampire turned, but you were the first one born of two Elders who didn’t think they could get pregnant. You knew what vampires went through when they’re turned, but what would Stiles go through? Turned by a bloodborne who was their mate? “You have to die to become a vampire, Stiles. I would have to kill you.”

“Then kill me.” He sat up, holding your face in his hands as he smiled at you. “I’ve died before, what's another time?”

“Not like this, Stiles,” you whisper, gasping as he wiped the tears from falling down your cheeks, leaning forward to kiss against your skin. “The turning of a mate isn’t something that just happens. It takes days, months, rituals, I have to mark you, we have to be married for fucks sake-!”

You couldn’t finish, gasping as he pressed his lips to yours, pulling you into his lap with a loud groan. “Well then mark me. That’s the start, right?”

You gaped at him, his stupid smile as he stared at you. “You know that means I have to bite you, right?”

“Yeah, it’s like those werewolf stories on Wattpad.”

“You were on Wattpad?”

“It was a dare, moving along. Does it like stay a bite mark or does it like turn into a tattoo?”

“I don’t know, a bloodborne has never marked anyone before,” you say, but your eyes narrow at him. “The hell are you reading where it turns into a tattoo?”

“I don’t know, it turns into their initials,” he shrugged, but paused. “Do I get to mark you too?”

“You want to mark me?” You say, smiling with a slight bounce making him hold back a grunt. “You can mark me right now.”

He smirked, staring at you as you slipped off your shirt to expose your shoulder. “Didn’t you say there’s a process?”

“Not for marking,” you respond, but pause. “But if you mark me, we have to get married soon, because I have to turn you in the span of a few months. Or maybe not because I'm bloodborne, so it could be different.”

“What if I don’t get turned?”

“You turn into a lust crazed monster until I do turn you, but it’s more lethal because since you’re so obsessed with sex, your mind doesn’t process the turn until your body is on fire. Well, it feels like it’s on fire.”

He pursed his lips. “So for the rest of eternity we’re just going to be a rich family hidden in the woods? Like the Cullens?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re just gonna ignore the fact that you’ll turn into a lust crazed monster?”

He grinned. “Well, who am I lusting for? You, right?”

“Well yeah, you have my blood in your veins, so of course you lust after me.”

“I see no problem in that.” He responds, ignoring the fact that his body might not register the turn.

You laughed, shaking your head as you pulled his hands to your back to unclasp your bra. “Well, you want to get this mating thing started, don’t you?” Your fingers move to trail down his chest after he unclasped your bra, your skin cold to the touch until his warm hands flattened against your back. “When you first bite, it’ll taste odd until that zing runs up your back. Then, I’ll tell you when to stop, alright? As soon as you stop, your mind might get kind of hazy and you’ll probably be really horny, alright?”

He laughed. “More horny than I am now? Impossible.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, tugging on the hem of his shirt to pull it off. Immediately, he pulls away and raises his arms for you to take off his shirt, your eyes staring at his mole covered chest. You inhale shakily as you finally meet his eyes, your hands pressed against his warm chest as he pushed his face into your neck, pressing firm kisses to your neck as you pulled him closer before kissing his ear. 

“Are you sure you want this, Stiles?” You whisper, holding his face as you pull away. “It doesn’t have to happen now.”

He smiled up at you, shaking his head as he continued to press kisses to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. “For the rest of eternity, remember?”

You smile, inhaling deeply as his tongue flattened against your neck making you lean your head to the side.

“Where do I bite?”

“Anywhere,” you mumbled, your mind hazy as you inhaled the smell that was so uniquely him, whiskey and mountain air combined with pine that made you walk straight toward him when you moved to town. “Anywhere you want.”

He pauses, pulling away to tilt his head up at you. “So it doesn’t have to be on your neck like in the stories?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Of course not. Anywhere you bite, like you said, it turns into initials surrounded by a slight imprint of your bite.” 

He pauses, letting his eyes trail over your bare torso as he slowly moves so that you were actually seated in his lap. “Can I do it…” he lets his eyes trail over your skin, humming as he pressed a soft kiss to the space of skin a little lower to where the end of your clavicle was. “Here?”

“Why there?”

“Because,” he whispered, his eyes almost darkening as he let his tongue flatten against your skin, getting it wet with his spit as you groaned, tilting your head back. Your hips automatically roll into his, a loud groan falling from his mouth as he pulls away for a minute. “You gotta show it off, don’t you? Gets you to wear those low cut shirts I fuckin’ love.”

You gasped as his teeth finally sunk into your skin, your body basically on fire as he groaned against your skin. Like you said, it tasted weird at first, coppery and tangy until it flooded his mouth, the smell of the perfume you wore that he learned wasn’t actually perfume shifting into taste instead of the layers of smell you always smelled like. It was sweet and fruity, like strawberries and cherries with sweet cream and that white angel cake, tangy from the berries and sweet from the pastries.

Fuck, it tasted so good. His teeth were deep in your skin, the only cooling part of your body where his teeth sank and drew blood, his hot body making yours feel even hotter.

You could feel your mind get hazy, your eyes rolling back as he tried to suck harder, a loud groan falling from his lips as his hands pawed at your ass, your hips rutting into his almost automatically before you tugged on his hair. “St-Sti, not too much, you could get sick.”

He basically whined, only pulling away by the tug of his hair before licking over the bite mark left on your skin. He panted, watching it as though it would change into the black tattoo-ink like color he was truly expecting it to turn in an instant.

You giggled, quickly catching his jaw before pulling him up to look at you. “It’s not going to happen until I mark you first, my love.”

He stared up at you, eyes a dark chocolate color, lips slightly stained and his tongue tinted a darker red. “Oh.”

You giggle, leaning down to press firm kisses to his skin, never stopping your firm thrusts of your clothed hips against his own, tongue trailing around his skin scattered with moles. “Where do you want it, baby?”

“Where everyone can see,” his hands were shaking from excitement, the taste of your blood sending electricity through his body, tongue flattening against your shoulder and holding back the urge to sink his teeth in again. “Wherever you want it to be, as long as it’s on show.”

“So…” you whisper, letting your tongue trail down the side of his jaw, pushing against the moles under his ear. “Like, here? Or… lower?”

“A-A little lower, please,” he whispered, words breathy as he focused on your hips rolling into his, hard and your hot cunt sliding against his hard cock. He could feel your wetness through your shorts and his jeans, hissing as you leaned forward and kept your hips there, releasing your weight just a bit to keep his cock slotted between your folds. “Fuck, please.”

You hummed, your tongue flattening on the pulse filling your ears until going to the side of his neck. “Here?”

“Mhm,” he merely hummed, nodding into your neck as his hands shakily grabbed your hips. “D-Don’t stop your moving hips, please.”

You giggle, your eyesight basically blurring as you stare at his neck, that one mole catching your eye before you inhaled deeply and felt your canines extend, a comical shing filling the room as you sunk your teeth into his skin. You could barely focus on his cock rubbing against your clothed cunt, one of his hands slipping in between you both to tug your shorts and underwear to the side, pushing his fingers into your leaking cunt and his fingers thrusting into your cunt. You were so tight, so so tight and wet, two of his fingers easily pushing into you and rolling his fingers inside of you.

You were so distracted with the taste of his blood, pushing in and out, in and out, but it was nothing compared to how good he tasted. He tasted like caramel, underlying with nutty butterscotch and whiskey, maybe a slight bit of salt that balanced everything out. You groaned loudly, eyes flying open as he pulled his finger out, the sound of him unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them to pull his cock out of his boxers and push his tip into you making you moan loudly against his skin.

Oh it was almost as though you couldn’t stop, your head pounding as you felt his veins pumping and heart beating, a soft gasp making you pull away, cursing. Was it too much? Did you take too much from him?

“Why did you stop?” He whispered, staring up at you with hazy eyes. “I liked it. I-I loved it. It felt like lightning-”

“Stiles.”

“L-Like lightning was traveling down my spine and filling my veins-”

“Stiles.”

He paused, staring up at you as you looked down at your skin, smiling when you saw the initials MS surrounded by the faded gray bite mark. “Mieczysław. Fuck, I love that name, I love your name.”

“I love you,” he whispers back, smiling as you giggled down at him, his face pressing against your skin before kissing his initials. “I love you so much.”

You smile as he slowly pushes you onto your back, his eyes a dark chocolate brown as he pulls out just for a minute, pulling off his pants after kicking off his shoes and tugging down your shorts and pretty panties. Your eyes rolled back as he flattened his tongue against your wet slit, flicking his tongue against your puffed up clit before sitting back on his feet and pumping his cock. You could see his cock covered in cum, inhaling deeply as you looked over at his discarded boxers, a splatter of cum making you giggle.

“I made you cum in your pants, Mieczysław?”

He groaned as he pushed back into you, staring at the creamy ring he started to leave around your entrance that kept sucking him farther and farther into you. He groaned, his mind fully attentive to your cunt basically swallowing his length, whimpers and squirming finally starting when he left the last few inches. His eyes flickered up to your face, a groan falling from his lips as he saw his initials on your skin, your face pinched in pleasure and eyes rolling back as he thrusted into you sharply to watch that creamy ring settle on his base and your hands flying to his forearms.

“Fuck, fuck Stiles!”

He shook his head, holding your hips with a grunt. “No baby, call me by my real name,” he said, cursing softly as he started to thrust his hips, watching your body bounce with each thrust, your tits moving and his eyes trained on the mark he made. You were right, he was so fucking addicted to the feeling of you around his cock, more lightning traveling up his spine as your nails dug into his forearm, blood making your eyes flash red. “You always say it so fucking nice.”

He watched you groan loudly, moving so his chest pressed against yours and moving his arms to support him. He watched your mouth move to his forearms, your tongue flattening against his skin and licking up all of the blood, his mouth moving to your head to press kisses against your hair, groans falling from his mouth with each thrust before you moved to stare up at him, pulling him down to kiss him, that same coppery tang disappearing and fading into the same whiskey flavor you had been addicted to.

“Mieczysław,” you whispered, gasping as his thrusts got faster, whining as his hand pushed down to circle against your clit torturously before his other hand gripped your thigh, digging his nails so deep into your skin he drew blood. “F-Fuck!”

He groaned as he pushed his fingertips against your skin, covering them with that crimson liquid before pushing them into his mouth and slamming into you one last time to cum inside of you, the gushing of his cum making you cum from the almost inflation like feeling. It didn’t take you long to push him over, though, staring at his already healed forearm. You smiled as you began to roll your hips, desperate as his tip kissed your cervix, pushing deeper and deeper at this new angle as you moaned loudly, holding his chest and staring down at the mark with your own initials on his skin.

It fueled your movements, staring down at the cum smearing along his pelvis, whimpering as you bounced on his length. “Please, please, fuck!”

“You need my help, don’t you?” He teased, lifting his hips to roll into you at the same time you pushed down, your eyes rolling back as he pushed even deeper inside of you - something you truly didn’t think could happen. “Right?”

“Yes! Yes, yes!” You pleaded, gasping as he forced his hips up into you, thrusting over and over again at the same speed you were bouncing on his cock with even more force than you could ever imagine. You were so lost in pleasure, his warm hands holding your hips as you tried to stay sitting up, your body finally registering the fresh human blood in your veins. It had been a while since you had anything other than bagged blood or animal blood, and as a result, your high was gone and inevitably coming down until he slammed his hips up into you, your eyes rolling back as the knot in your stomach snapped and a loud moan of his name - his real name - left your mouth.

He groaned underneath you, his cum gushing out of your cunt as you slowly got off, staring at his still hard cock. You giggle, smiling as you pumped his cock and licked the cum sliding down his shaft, groaning as he bucked his hips up into your mouth. You kept it in your mouth, moaning loudly as you bobbed your head, pumping what you couldn’t fit in your mouth and staring at his face.

You didn’t register his human features, not anymore, his blood pumping and his lungs filling with air or exhaling air, only the fact that the cum on his cock tasted so fucking delicious and your fingers cupping and squeezing his balls which made his hips buck and you pull back to feel his cum flood your mouth. You groaned, sucking on his pretty tip and your hand fisting his cock, swallowing the salty liquid before pulling away.

Your mind was full of lust as you slowly crawled up his body, his hands immediately catching your hips as you hovered over his face. His eyes were hazy with lust as you grinned down at him. "You're such a good boy, honey. I think you deserve a treat."

He groaned loudly as you slowly released your weight, holding the sides of his head as his hands hold your thighs, your hips rolling into his mouth as his tongue pushed into your cunt, basically pulling all of the cum from your pussy, your eyes rolling back as one of his hands pushed between your thighs and straight into your cunt.

His flexing fingers guided the rolls of your hips, moans falling from your lips as you attempted to cover your mouth before a finger pressed to your clit and his teeth grazed your pussy. You whined loudly, your stomach twisting as you attempted to chase that high, his fingers pushing into you to press against that place that made your stomach go tight and your eyes roll back, curses falling from your lips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck Mieczysław!”

He hummed against your cunt, the vibrations making you shiver as he slowly lifted you from his face and push you down so you sat on his cock. He slowly pushed into you, a shiver going down your back as he held your face, pulling you up for a firm kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, Mieczysław,” you whisper back, smiling as his lips quirked up into a smile of his own, sighing heavily. “Do you feel okay?”

“Yeah, I feel great,” he smiled, shrugging. “Really horny.”

You laughed, nodding. “We can keep going,” you whisper, smiling as you lay against his warm chest. “Just… let me lay here in your warmth for a minute.”

“Will you miss it?” He whispers, stroking your cheek as he stares down at you. “M-My warmth.”

You inhale deeply, nodding as your hand rubbed against his chest where his heart was, the beating already slowing down. “Yeah, I will,” you shrug though, giggling. “But we’re the first of our kind, my love. I’m hoping you’ll keep it.”

“Then I do too.”

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[familyfriendlydilfartist]

Bedtime (Short)

Synopsis; you can’t fall asleep so you seek comfort.

Warnings; None

One thing everyone in camp knew was Astarion enjoyed reading. They would always catch him with his nose in a book, crimson eyes taking in every word moving slowly from the top to the bottom of the page. Astarion often held onto the books he found when looting crates and shelves during your adventures.

It was midnight and everyone was getting ready to settle down for the night. Shadowheart sat In her tent unbraiding her hair and then running a brush through her raven strands before finally heading to bed. Lae’zel sharpened the last of her weapons, a ritual she refuses to neglect. Gale lay in his tent attempting to fall asleep as he used magic to mimic rainfall white noise. Everyone else slept soundly in their tent, or so you assumed.

Well, everyone except yourself. Tonight you lacked the capacity of falling into a deep slumber.

You were kind of like Scratch. At times Scratch couldn’t sleep, too hyper to even lie down. Halsin calls this zoomies so maybe you had zoomies as well.

You lie in your own tent staring at the roof. Gods how you wish dawn would arrive sooner. You huffed sitting up, you couldn’t lie in this uncomfortable tent for much longer, it was driving you crazy. You carefully peer out from the flaps of your tent. You observed the outside. Everyone was asleep, except for one. Astarion. A warm light illuminated his red tent, outlining his shadow. He lay in his tent, with what you could tell was a heavy book.

Astarion and you shared...well could you even call it a relationship? You slept together once or twice and Astarion enjoyed flirting with you but it didn’t seem like he wanted anything more. Whenever you slept together it seemed like he wasn’t entirely there. The only time he truly took satisfaction in the act is if he was allowed a bite from your neck. You it saddened you, to say the least. You really liked Astarion, not just for his stunning look but for his charming character as a whole. However, if all he wanted was to have a fling then so be it. That wouldn’t stop you from being his good friend though.

You slowly crawled from your tent and then tiptoed over to Astarion’s tent. You weren’t hoping to surprise Astarion; his heightened senses wouldn’t allow you the luxury. Your quietness was in favor of Shadowheart and Lae’zel, two people who would stir awake at the slightest snore. Astarion had his eyes on you already, waiting for you to call out to him first.

“Astarion,” you whisper, “It’s me.”

“I could tell.” He states matter of factly, turing the page of his novel. “Whatever is the matter?”

You lower yourself to the tent opening, pushing a flap aside. “I can’t sleep, could I hang out with you?” Astarion stares at you with an unimpressed look. “Please?” you pester.

“I guess so, besides who am I to deny you the pleasure.” Astarion sighs like a bothered mother giving in to her child’s request. You grin and immediately crawl inside. You sit beside him with a silly smile on your lips. There's a silence for a moment, you trying to gain the courage to ask him questions while he read to himself.

“Whatever you want to ask go ahead, the more eager you grow to ask, the more it’ll bother me.” Astarion lowers his novel. The slightly bothered expression he wears provokes an uneasiness in the pit of your stomach. You shyly mess with your nails. “Oh, well, I was just wondering what you were reading.”

“A novel about a boy venturing into vampire territory and what he has learned about my species. His assumptions are quite laughable.” Astarion’s pale pink lips quirk into a brief smile and a small laugh falls from them. “Here he states,” Astarion changes his voice into a mocking one, “One of the known weaknesses to a Vampire is garlic. Garlic will frighten a vampire, so always wear some on your neck to scare them away.”

You giggle too, “I’ve heard that one before. To be honest, I assumed you’d be scared of garlic as well because all the other tales of vampire’s weaknesses were debunked as true by you.”

Astarion shakes his head, “No, darling. It is simply the scent. Truly odorous. And if garlic were truly a weakness of vampires then Gale’s breath after dinner would be my demise.”

You both share a laugh then the silence returns.

“...Could you read to me?” you ask out of the blue. After the moment shared between the two of you before, you had hoped the question wouldn’t be answered too harshly. “-I mean, I like stories too but my mind often drifts from the pages. I prefer being read to than reading it myself and you have the perfect voice.”

Astarion contemplates for a second, observing you as he does. He taps his bed, “Fine.” You do as instructed, tugging the blanket until you’re all warm and cozy. Once you’re settled in Astarion starts on the page he stopped on. His voice is soft and relaxing. As the night goes on you finally fall into a deep slumber.

[beenbaanbuun]

kitty w/ wooyoung

i crochet in my spare time and i cannot get my mind off of how annoying cat hybrid wooyoung would be while you’re crocheting. he would not be able to keep his hands away from your balls of yarn, smirking to himself as he pushes them off the sofa and watches them unravel. he just shrugs when you tell him off, acting like it was an accident and you didn’t just see him batting at it with his hand.

but the problem with that is that once he’s pushed everything off of the sofa, there’s nothing more for him to play with. he’s not exactly going to get on the floor to play with the yarn—he may be part cat, but he still has human dignity—and he really can’t be bothered to tidy it all up so he can play with them on the sofa again. unfortunately for you, that means his only option is to play with the partially made blanket that sits in your hands.

he pokes it with a finger at first, just snickering at the glare you give him before reaching over and tugging at one of the corners. the sigh you let out is cute, as is the way you slam your hands down on your lap, frustrated at wooyoung’s constant need to disrupt your peaceful crating time. it only makes him want to annoy you more, loving the adorably way you lash out at him with your whiny voice and your pouty lips.

“wooyoung, i will banish you to your room if you don’t stop annoying me,” you watch as his smirk grows. annoying little brat, that’s what he is. it’s a good thing he’s cute, because the way he purses his lips and quirks his brows lets you know that he has absolutely no intention of behaving himself, “wooyoung, i’m warning you.”

“oh, you’re warning me, are you?” he giggles, a glint in his eye as his hand comes to rest atop the crocheted square in your lap. he kneads his palm against him, purring a little as he feels the soft yarn beneath the sensitive pads of his fingers, “you want me to be your good boy? sit here patiently while you ignore me for your pile of wool? i’m bored; i just want something to play with…”

“wooyoung, i—”

he cuts you off when he grabs your face, smushing your cheeks until your lips form a little pout. a cocky grin rests on his lips as he pulls your face in close. dangerously so, actually. you see the way his eyes sharpen, pupils transforming from their usual sparkling boba pearls into slits. as if that wasn’t enough to send shivers down your spine, he pulls his lips into a nasty sneer and runs his tongue along his top row of teeth. he pays extra attention to the sharp canines that will no doubt be used against you when your feline boyfriend finally decides to pounce.

“oh, little mouse,” you try and ignore the way his voice dips to a dangerous hum; a dark hiss, that sends electricity running down the length of your spine. you gulp down a whine, silencing yourself before wooyoung’s twitching ears can hear how weak he has you already, “be a good toy and let me play, won’t you?”

[just-a-dinosaur-i-guess]

“you look lovely.” + horrorcule

“clean this up, won’t you?” + fyostein

“its… you?” + fyolaine

“what are you doing here.” + fukumori wrong fuku

“I can’t believe you!” gods worst yuricule

“I don’t know what I am.” + teruko & tachihara

“Where did you go?” + teruko & fukuchi

YAYYY

under the cut cause these r a lot

"you look lovely." + horrorcule

"You look lovely." Kudzu purrs, adjusting Roberta's scarf, uncaring of the warmth that's ripped away from him with every brush against her. Against Death. Roberta sighs softly, not meeting his eyes as she chews on her lip nervously. "It's hardly a change from my normal outfit." "I know." Kudzu leans closer. "And I think you look lovely in that too." Her face flushes a lovely shade of red, and Kudzu prides himself on hearing Morella giggle from the other room.

"clean this up, won't you?" + fyostein (doa fyosteinnikonathan au but that's not rlly relevant)

The carpet is a mess, and Fyodor almost thinks a dog would be neater. Steinbeck sits calmly on Fyodor's chair, looking at xem while grinning easily. Fyodor smiles curtly. "Clean this up, won't you?" "Hmm." Steinbeck leans back a little. The bell collar makes a soft chime. "Prolly should do that, yeah." He makes no move to. Fyodor considers strangling him.

"it's... you?" + fyolaine

Verlaine does not get many visitors. Least of all after the end of the world. (Though for them it ended much earlier.) So they really do have a right to be surprised, when the footsteps down the hall, which are each taken with the confidence of a carnivore dragging a corpse, stop in front of them. They stare at a demon. "It's.. you?" And they know xe brought hell with xem.

"what are you doing here." + fukumori wrong fuku

"What," Mori starts, already irritated, "Are you doing here." Fukuchi chuckles, and his words all come out slurred. "Jus' a tiny visit." "Are you drunk?" Mori scoffs, but can't exactly deter someone of his build from coming in. He watches him clutch a table to stay standing. "Only a lil." Mori crosses his arms. "So you came here." "You couldn't kill me if ya tried." Fukuchi shrugs sloppily. "I would like to." Mori responds, voice curt. Fukuchi just laughs, and proceeds to turn and throw up on Mori's floor.

"i can't believe you!" + god's worst yuricule

It's somewhere inbetween all the familiar caresses and Morella's unchanging grins that are just a little too sharp that the words bubble up out of Algernon's throat. "I can't believe you!" Morella blinks, staring as if she's been hit across the face. But oh, Algernon would never strike her. Could never lift their hand to even try. And staring at her now, like this, it seems words are enough anyway. "I thought you were dead, Morella!" They continue, hugging themself. "Helen and I made you a grave!" Morella's gaze hurts as much as a blade. Algernon, who is too used to pain, does not stop. "We said eulogies! And-" They choke on something, maybe it's a sob, maybe it's not. "Can't you understand how this hurts? For you to act like nothing has changed, when I look at you and it feels like everything is different?" Morella looks like she's choking on something too. "Algy-" "Please. I don't want you to leave again, but... you returning..." They shake their head. "It doesn't erase any grief."

"i don't know what i am" + teruko & tachihara

Joining the Hunting Dogs is not something you can ever go back on. Once you're a hound, once they sharpen your fangs and your claws and clip you, it is not to be changed. So why did Tachihara hope it could be? Teruko's terrified to look for him, but now she's here, and some documents were signed and she's about to have her last surgery, and she doesn't know what that means. If they're lying or not. If she will be leaving that horrid white room still breathing. "I don't know what I am." She whispers, curling up as much as she can, going as small as she can manage without needing to be coddled. She knows Tachihara couldn't tell her, really. But- He could have made her feel less alone, at least. She might be leaderless, now, but she could have had a pack. That'd be better then this.

"where did you go?" teruko & fukuchi

The thing is that, reasonably, Teruko should know better then to think Fukuchi is coming back. He's not. Everyone else can accept that. But there is some twisted, terrible hope in her chest that rests like a disease, a mold killing her from inside, that makes Teruko want to believe. It's killing her. She goes to an empty office, and all she can think is where did you go and not oh, this is mine now. It is. She doesn't want it. She doesn't want it she wants her captain back and she wants to be held and she can't possibly wrap her head around why he ever picked her as the vice captain. She's not cut out for this. (And she wonders if it would hurt any less if she were.)

[charliedaltonswife]

ik you've been writing henry but if it's possible, something for charles x reader where their relationship is somehow found out by the group please tank you

Spotted

Charles Macaulay x reader (The Secret History)

Summary: Charles and reader’s secret relationship is accidentally exposed during a late-night mishap in the study.

Warnings: i've never written for charles so hopefully its not shit!

master list found here

The storm raged outside, the wind howling through the trees, but inside the dimly lit study, the only sounds were muffled laughter and the occasional thud of a book hitting the floor. You tried to stifle a giggle as Charles fumbled to catch the latest casualty, a hefty volume on Renaissance art, that had tumbled from the overstuffed shelf.

“Shh,” you whispered, though you were struggling to keep your own voice down. “Could you possibly make more noise?”

Charles grinned, his eyes alight with mischief. “If they haven’t heard us already, they’re deaf.”

You shoved him playfully, but the momentum sent you both careening into the desk, another stack of books wobbling dangerously. “Careful!” you hissed, trying to steady them, but it was too late. The books toppled with a resounding thud, sending up a cloud of dust.

Charles’s hand tightened around yours as you pulled him closer, the air between you electric.

“We really shouldn’t,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

His lips curved into a familiar, mischievous smile. “Since when has that stopped us?”

Before you could respond, his mouth was on yours, the kiss urgent, breathless. The room was dark, save for the faint glow of the storm-filtered moonlight, casting long shadows over the leather-bound books and dark wood shelves. For a moment, it was just the two of you, lost in the illicit thrill of secrecy.

“I don’t think we’re very good at this whole ‘keeping it quiet’ thing,” you murmured against his lips.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through you. “No, but that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?”

A sound, a creak on the stairs, made you both freeze. You barely had time to pull away, to smooth your hair and compose yourselves, before the door opened, and Richard stood there, his eyes wide.

“Oh,” he said, the word hanging awkwardly in the air. “I didn’t mean to... interrupt.”

You stepped back, smoothing your hair, heart pounding. “We were just-”

“Looking for a book,” Charles cut in smoothly, though the flush on his cheeks betrayed him. “It’s been a while since I read anything on the French Revolution.”

Richard’s eyes flicked between the two of you, suspicion clouding his normally placid expression. “Right,” he said slowly, clearly unconvinced. He lingered for a moment longer before retreating, the door clicking shut behind him.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, turning to Charles. “We’re terrible at this.”

He shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips. “Oh but it's so terribly fun, my love.”

The next morning, the storm had subsided, leaving the house in a serene blanket of snow. Breakfast was a quiet affair until Bunny, ever the instigator, decided to break the silence with a dramatic flourish.

“So,” he drawled, leaning back in his chair with a grin. “Charles and Y/N. A midnight tryst in the study? Very Casanova of you, Charles.”

Your fork clattered to your plate, your heart pounding as you coughed, the scrambled egg nearly choking you. Camilla’s eyes widened, and Henry’s gaze sharpened, though his face remained unreadable. Richard, sitting calmly with his coffee, barely concealed his amusement.

Charles didn’t miss a beat, leaning back with a casual air. “Jealous, Bunny? I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Bunny laughed, a booming sound that echoed through the room. “Me? Nah. But I gotta say, sneaking around like that, how scandalous!”

 You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, but you met Bunny’s grin with a raised brow. “Oh, Bunny, I didn’t realize you were so interested in my love life. Should I start taking notes on yours?”

Bunny laughed, “touché. But come on, you can’t blame a guy for being curious.”

Camilla tilted her head, her curiosity evident. “Is it true then? You two?”

Charles shot a glance at you, a subtle but reassuring look on his face before he turned to the group, “well, we hadn’t planned on making a spectacle of it.”

Bunny clapped his hands together, thoroughly entertained. Bunny’s grin widened. “A spectacle? You? Never.”

Henry, who had been observing quietly, spoke up. “Unexpected,” he said thoughtfully. “But not entirely surprising.”

Camilla smiled, her eyes soft. “You’ve always been good together. It’s just... different from what I’d expect.”

“Different can be good,” Charles said, his gaze locking with yours for a brief moment. The look was brief.

Bunny, unwilling to let the moment pass without further commentary, leaned forward. “So, what’s next? Wedding bells?”

Francis rolled his eyes. “Jesus Bunny, lay off them.”

“Shame,” Bunny said with a mock sigh. “I was hoping for a scandalous elopement.”

Later, as the group dispersed, you and Charles found yourselves alone in the library. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room.

“Well,” you said, breaking the silence. “That wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been.”

“No,” Charles agreed, stepping closer. “But I’ll miss sneaking around.”

You tilted your head, a playful smile on your lips. “You liked the thrill, didn’t you?”

He smirked, his hands resting on your waist. “I liked a lot of things. The thrill, the secrecy. But mostly, I liked being with you.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you leaned into him, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “No more hiding, though.”

“No more hiding,” he echoed, his voice low, his breath warm against your ear. “But we can still have our fun.”

You laughed softly, the sound muffled as his lips found yours, the kiss deepening, filled with the promise of many more stolen moments. His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer, and for a moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the steady rhythm of your hearts.

[blue-sadie]

Spoiled Brat

Neteyam x Na'vi Reader

Summary: being the center of attention and the biggest spoiled brat neteyam decides to tame

Warning: tail play, spanking, hair pulling, name calling, aged up characters

Yn/3rd person pov

It was pretty obvious how you had everyone in the village wrapped around your finger just by batting your eye lashes you'd have anyone on their knees just by winking at the men you had their hearts.

But their was only one that wasn't fooled by your petty looks and he isn't bothered well you hang on him or your pitiful whining.

"Neteyam" I whined clinging to his arm as he treaded through the forest "no" he muttered shrugging me off of him I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

I huffed before leaving him to get attention from one of the other hunters "hi ryker" I winked sitting infront of him as he was sharpening his arrows.

"Oh hey yn" he smirked laying his stuff down putting all his attention on me "how are ya" he asked putting his hand on my thigh.

I watched from the corner of my eye as neteyams body tensed as ryker leaned into me "wanna go somewhere private" I whispered into his ear lightly nibbling on his earlobe.

"Hell yeah" he growled standing up and pulling me with him but neteyam stood in our way "the hell you going anywhere with her" he huffed pushing ryker away from me.

"Let's go" he hissed pulling me away from ryker and pulled me to the village I bit my lip looking up at him his jaw was clenched and his muscles flexed.

"I've been looking for you" kiri grumbled walking towards us "not now kiri" neteyam growled but she didn't even acknowledge him and pulled me from his hold.

"I finished your outfit for tonight now come on" she said pulling me towards her family hut I looked over my shoulder giggled as neteyam clenched his fists while glaring at me.

"Here it is" she squealed and my jaw dropped "these are just the accessories"

"And this is what your wearing under it"

(You choose)

"Oh wow" I marveled as the crystals gleamed in the light "thank you" I squealed hugging her tightly "well it's not every night you get to choose your mate".

"I'm gonna go try it on" I smiled running into my hut which was next to their because our family's were close friends.

As soon as I got to my room I quickly changed and excited for the outcome "how do I look" I smiled walking out my room.

Kiri and my mom clapped as I twirled "tonight is gonna be amazing" I sung "you look beautiful my dear" my mom smiled as she pushed a strand of hair behind my ear "any man is lucky to have you".

-At The Party-

"Aww thank you arki" I smiled excepting his hand as he lead me through the crowd "you look amazing as always" he beamed back at me as he took me to a small sitting area.

"I was wonde-" "bet it loser" ryker pushed arki out of the way I looked at arki with a sorrowful look "sorry" I mouthed and he just nodded before leaving.

"So we got interrupted early" he said giving me a creepy look "yeah we did" I murmured looking around for neteyam.

"You look beautiful tonight" he growled leaning closer to me I shivered and my breath started to become uneven "have you chosen a mate yet" he said toying with the crystals on my thigh.

"Yes" I said bluntly "who is better then me" ryker seethed taking his hand off my thigh and standing gaining a few peoples attention.

"I'm the best hunter and the best looking" he yelled flexing his muscles before pointing at each man and insulting them personally before moving on to the next.

"And don't get me started with neteyam" ryker laughed dryly as he pointed at neteyam who glared daggers at ryker.

"Who thinks because his dad won the war he can do whatever he wants" ryker shouted walking up to neteyam and pushing his chest.

"Back off" neteyam growled "or what is little neteyam gonna cry to dadd-" ryker was interrupted by neteyam punching him square in the face knocking him to the ground.

"Fuck you" ryker screeched going for neteyams legs causing neteyam to fall and they took turns being on top and punching the other.

"they fight like pussys" kiri muttered standing next to me I only nodded and watched smiling as jake came pulling them apart "clean up duty for 5 months and no flying for 2" he muttered smacking both the boys on the head ryker came towards me but i quickly followed neteyam as he left the party.

"Hey nete" I murmured grabbing his arm but he quickly pushed me off "leave me alone" he growled walking off into the forest "you I'm just trying to help" I yelled causing him to stop.

"Help, help me all you ever do is cause shit for me" he yelled coming towards me "all you even do is cause shit" he pulled at his hair as he came a few inches away from me.

I felt small under his hateful gaze but also kinda excited as I felt myself become damp I quickly closed my eyes and decided to do something reckless and kiss him.

Our lips molded together and I braced for a slap or an insult but it didn't come instead I felt his hand wrap around my body bringing me closer to his He used his tongue to push into my mouth to cause me to moan and try pull away but he held fast and slowly pushed me into a tree "nete" I whined against.

He growled out pulling away before turning me over so my chest was against the tree "you know how long I've wanted to do that" he muttered into my neck as he bit and sucked on the exposed skin I leaned my head back against his shoulder but squealed out as I felt him smack my ass "neteyam" I murmured but he pushed me against the tree.

"This is your punishment for being a spoiled brat" he muttered standing to the side for me "now count for me pretty girl" I gasped as he spanked me again "count" he said firmly "o-one" he spanked me again "two".

"Ten" I cried out that I was finally done "now was that so hard" he smirked wiping the fallen tear of my cheek.

He carefully brought me into his arms before picking me up bridal style "w-where are we g-going" I hiccuped gazing at his face which still kinda was batted and bruised.

"A place where I go to cool off, I need to fix up my face and put ointment on your ass, I wouldn't want to leave such bad bruisingon you".

It was silent the rest of the walk but I cuddled into his chest and felt his heart beating it was carm "I'm sorry about tonight" I murmured making him glance at me "you did nothing ryker should learn his place" he huffed as he wondered into the roots of a big tree "here we are" he said and softly placed me down on my feet.

It was actually quite spacious and had a few things laying around, some chests and a comfy looking hammock.

"So this is were you hide from me" I teased watching him as he opened the chest grabbing a few things he smirked back at me "whatever you say brat" I rolled my eyes at the nickname "now come here" he chuckled and bit his lip as I walked over.

"I gotta say my sister knows how to make the best clothes" he smiled walking behind me "this might be cold ok" he murmured his hand slipped under my skirt and touched my skin and he was right the oil was icey I let out a soft moan as he started to massage the oil into my skin.

He chuckled "save some for later" he growled playfully and gave my ass a slight tap as he pulled away "I might need your help with some of thses" he said walking back over to the oils and wiping his hand off on a towel.

"Where did you get all the oils and stuff" I asked walking over to him and leaning over his shoulder to look at them "kiri she's tought me some of her training" he said looking through the ointments "these are the ones I need help with" he handed me a few bottles and a cloth to help apply them.

"Come sit over here" I murmured walking over to a nice spot so he can sit he walked and sat and stared up at me as I wet the cloth "this might sting a little" I whispered and started lightly dapping the wound on his cheek he hissed at first but eased into it "were you gonna mate with ryked" he asked staring into my eyes.

I shook my head immediately "no fucking ways he's an ass" I muttered moving onto the next cut "so who were you gonna choose" he asked pushing my hand away from his face I looked at him dumbfounded "no I just kissed you for nothing" I said rolling my eyes.

He smirked standing up and putting his hands on my hip before laying his lips on mine, my arms settled on around his neck as his hands moved to my ass "jump" he murmured against my lips I did and wrapped my legs around his waist.

His lips moved to my neck as he took to the hammock and layed down with him beneath me he pulled away "I knew you'd look fucking amazing on top" he grinned making me stick out my tongue and his hands immediately went to undo my clothes "someone's in a rush" I giggled and undid his loincloth cloth.

I gaped at his size "wow" I murmured and watched as he ran it up and down my slight "I want you to sit on it" he growled out putting his hands behind his head watching with lustful eyes, I let out a shakey breathe as I sunk onto his thick cock moans and whimpers leaving my mouth as I began to move.

"Fuck" I moaned putting my hands on his chest to steady myself, I gasped feeling his tail wrap around my neck slightly choking me he chuckled at my struggled moans and gazed up at me with half lidded eyes "ride me bitch" he muttered smacking my thigh I whimpered out as I started to bounce on him "fuck sake" he groaned.

His tail tightened around my neck making my eyes roll "nete" I cried as I started nearing my climax "fuck your clenching around me" he groaned thrusting up into me "fuck gonna cum" I moaned arching my back "cum with me" he yelled out.

My body shook with pleasure as i cam and my eyes flattered as I felt neteyam fill me up his hot cum "neteyam" I murmured breathing heavily as I layed down onto his chest.

"That's my good spoiled brat"

[storiesandthingsofthatnature]

To feel admiration

Part 1

Summary: Pino sees you without your mask for the first time

Word Count: 528 (It's short I knooooow)

Pairing: Pinocchio x G!N!Reader

Warnings: None :3

Disclaimer: Nada

A/N: I'm so sorry for how short it is! Hopefully the next part will be longer I cri ;; Hope y'all enjoy this slow burn either way!

It has been a couple of weeks since you were led to Hotel Krat after your sparring session with Pino. You were so intrigued by the puppet that you actually followed him home. Of course, Pino knew that you were right behind him and would give odd looks at you when you were “hiding” behind containers and other large objects that you felt would mask your presence. But Pino was careful with who he let into the hotel and he would have gone a different direction if he felt that you were a threat to his friends. Really he thought that you were a weirdo but one that had good intentions. You didn’t continue to try to hurt him, after all, so that was a plus as well.

“Ah! So this is the great Hotel Krat! I had seen it around but never really came by. Hello there!” You wave at Antonia as you run over to introduce yourself. Pino rubbed the back of his neck nervously, worried that he hadn’t made a mistake with you. But, you seemed to fit in quite well considering you were still here and even had claimed a room for yourself. “Of course I asked Ms. Antonia if it was alright if I stayed.” You assured Pino when you had told him that you were going to be staying here for a while. “Wouldn’t want to rudely wedge myself in, now would I?” You giggle as you run off to spar with the practice dummies outside. Pino was still getting used to your eccentric nature but he was finding with time it was getting easier to manage.

It was morning and Pino had decided that he was going to go scouting again. Gepetto really didn’t want his son going out so soon again but Pino had assured him that he would be fine. That he wanted to save Krat as soon as possible. He was walking by the hotel kitchen, sharpening his weapon with his grindstone when something caught his eye. He backtracked, peeking his head into the kitchen to see just what he saw. 

“Good morning! Going out on a mission? Oo! Let me come! I just gotta finish eating real quick.” You chirp as you shovel down your eggs that you had made for yourself. But, you hadn’t noticed that you had Pino absolutely entranced at that moment. He had never seen you without your mask before now but he never imagined that’s how you looked underneath. You were…

He slowly made his way over to where you were sitting, the puppet leaning over to get a better look. “Hm? What’s up?” You ask, completely unaware that Pino was busy admiring you. A bit of egg stuck to the side of your cheek, Pino taking the chance to gently swipe a thumb along your skin to clean it. Just as he thought, you were smooth as butter, a soft coolness clinging to the very surface. He grabbed a nearby napkin and wiped his hand of the egg, leaving you to stare blankly after him as he walked out of the kitchen to wait for you at the star gazer. 

“...Huh?”

[k8epot8e]

Train in Vain: Chapter 4

Frilly Drinks

Summary:

You, Kid and Kil, join the party at the Sunny. Will you be able to convince them to give you a lift to the show?

Notes:

Good god, I'm late with this !! Sorry ! Thanks for continuing to read it makes me v happy <3

TWs: Drinking, smoking pot, cursing.

“(Y/N), my name is Nami, nice to meet you. How do you know these two goons?”

The redheaded woman eyed you with a smirk.

You and Kil had just grabbed two dining chairs and scooted them into the circle. Kil handed both you and Kid a glass of whiskey before sitting down to your right. The man with the guitar was on Kil’s right, while Kid and the blonde man completed the ring of chairs to your left. You crossed your ankles to avoid your knees touching the legs man-spreading out on either side of you and rested the glass of whiskey on your lap. You took a sip of your drink and paused to think about your phrasing before you spoke.

“We met tonight actually.” You said.

Eyebrows were raised in your direction. You flushed and looked at the ground, trying to think of how to explain your strange relationship with the two men.

“Kil saved her from some perverts on the train.” Kid exhaled, breaking the silence. He took a long swig of whiskey and looked at the floor.

The blonde man on Kid’s left shot up out of his chair and walked over to you, lingering to your left. He extended his right hand out towards you, gently.

“I’m so sorry, my dear. Are you alright?” The man asked, his blue eyes tenderly piercing your own.

You hesitated before placing your left hand gently in his. His long, calloused fingers cradled your hand like a baby bird.

While maintaining eye contact with you, he bent his head, blond bangs lightly caressing your wrist, and placed a chaste kiss against your skin.

“My name is Sanji. If you ever need anything, I am at your disposal.”

You flushed again, feeling everyone’s eyes on you. You felt some stares sharpen, but you couldn’t tell which ones. Surprisingly, Kid or Kil was not the first to react.

“I wish someone would dispose of you already” The green-haired man snorted, knocking back his glass of sake.

“Fuck off, Zoro” Sanji's face turned beet red as he snapped at the green-haired man.

Laughter erupted from around the room. Sanji released your hand and walked to the bar cart.

You looked up from your hand as it lingered in the air. As you trained your gaze back to the circle of people, you briefly locked eyes with Kid. His jaw was set, a vein protruding from his right temple. He quickly snapped his eyes away from yours, resting his chin in his right hand.

“Well, it seems like you’ve had an eventful night already. Glad you’re okay and we’re happy to have you.” The older, raven-haired woman smiled at you warmly.

“Thank you,” you replied, smiling back at her. “How do you all know each other?”

“All of us live in the building. I’m Robin. My partner Franky and I live in the apartment above this one.” She replied. “He’s not here at the moment, he stepped out to get more beer and soda. He basically runs on Coca-Cola.” She giggled.

“Luffy, Zoro, and I live in this apartment” Nami added. “Zoro is this idiot here” She jabbed her thumb at the green-haired man next to her who offered her a scowl in return.

“You now know Sanji,” the young Black man added, “He and I live in the basement apartment with our other roommate, Tony. He’s out with Franky getting more drinks. I’m Ussop. Sorry about Sanji, he’s just…like that.”

The man with the guitar chimed in, “That leaves Jinbe and I. We live in the apartment down the hall. I’m Brook, little lady,” The older Black man winked at you as he resumed strumming out chords.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance” The older Asian man you assumed was Jinbe nodded at you.

“Wow, that’s really nice. I wish I was friends with my neighbors. I don’t even know who they are!” you laughed.

“It’s definitely not typical,” Robin smiled. “Luffy’s grandpa owns the building and charges fair rent. It’s perfect for Franky and I so we’ve never thought to look elsewhere.”

“Jinbe and I have lived here a long time. It wasn’t always so tight-knit, but we like these kids. They keep us young, right Jinbe? Yo hoh hoh!” Brook laughed.

“They wear me out” Jinbe laughed in response.

“It would be better if Gramps didn’t make me pay rent” Luffy stuck out his tongue before taking a swig of beer.

“Luffy, he lets us get away with so much. You should count yourself lucky” Ussop responded, rolling a joint on the table with precision.

“No, Luffy is right. He’s a cheap old geezer.” Nami huffed.

Sanji returned from the bar cart with three drinks, holding them deftly in his long hands. He placed one in front of you, Robin, and Nami. They appeared to be cosmos, bright pink liquid shining in the slender martini glasses. Each drink was garnished with a lemon twist, delicately cut into the shape of a heart.

You set down your whiskey and traded it for the cosmo Sanji had put in front of you. You took a sip. While you typically preferred whiskey-based cocktails, you had to admit, this was delicious and easily the best cosmo you’d ever had. Maybe the best drink, period.

Looking at the drinks, Kid and Zoro both snorted. The two men locked eyes. After a second of silence, Zoro crossed his beefy arms over his chest.

“So, what do you want, Eustass?” He spat.

“Don’t be rude,” Nami elbowed him in the gut. Zoro grunted.

“Fuck, woman! You know I’m right.” Zoro rubbed his side and glared at her.

The redheaded woman sighed. She gestured for Ussop to pass her the blunt he had just rolled and he obliged. She took a long inhale and let the smoke pass out her nostrils.

“He’s not wrong. I’m assuming you’re not here because you love our company.” Her brown eyes surveyed the three of you curiously.

“As much as we’re enjoying ourselves, you’re right, we are here for a reason,” Kil said, breaking the silence. “You know we’re in a band.”

“Yo hoh, yes, I’ve heard you’re making quite the impression around here,” Brook laughed. You recognized the song he was playing as “Lookin’ Out My Backdoor” by Creedence Clearwater Revival.

“I’ve been a session musician in this town a long time, so I like to stay up on the local scene.” He explained. “You boys seem to be raising some hell with that punk act of yours.” Brook smiled at Kil.

Kil took a deep swig of his whiskey.

“It comes with the territory,” Kil admitted thoughtfully. “The punk scene is rough, so you gotta make a name for yourself.”

At that moment the door was kicked open. You jumped and spilled some of your cosmo on your legs. A tall, broad man walked in the door, carrying what must’ve been at least 10 cardboard boxes of Coca-Cola and assorted brands of beer in his arms.

“We got the GOODS!” He yelled excitedly. “Hey sweetie,” He bent over and kissed the top of Robin’s head as he made his way through the room toward the kitchen.

He sported a mullet that was teased up high on the top. He wore a blue Hawaiian shirt that was unbuttoned halfway down his chest and loose jeans with a wallet chain hanging out of his right pocket. His thick, Jersey accent matching the thick gold chain dangling from his neck.

Following the large man was a small kid with shaggy, mousy-brown hair. He couldn’t have been older than 18, his face still sweetly adorned with baby fat. He wore a striped yellow tank top and brown cargo pants. On his head was a pink baseball cap with a white “X” logo that you didn’t recognize.

“We got the GOODS!” the kid repeated happily, his voice cracking slightly.

The kid looked up and jumped when he saw you, Kid and Kil.

“Who’re you? What are you doing here?” He asked, surprised. The large, men obviously intimidating him.

“They’re okay Tony, don’t worry.” Robin smiled at the kid reassuringly. He stared curiously at you before shuffling off to the kitchen.

Kil turned his head back towards the group.

“Cause of the, uh, incident involving (Y/N) here, we had to bail from the subway on our way to a show,” Kil explained, finishing his glass of whiskey.

“And you’re here 'cause you need a ride,” Nami interjected, looking at Kil flatly.

“I would be happy to pay for gas money,” You added, breaking the locked gaze between the two of them.

“Well, Franky is the one with the car. You’ll have to ask him,” Ussop said as Nami passed the blunt back to him across the coffee table.

“Luffy, why are you smiling like that?” Zoro asked his friend warily.

“Cause a concert sounds fun!” He replied, a mischievous grin painted across his face.

“No. There’s no way I’m going all the way across town to watch these two clowns scream about their feelings.” Zoro huffed, pointing a finger accusatorily at the smiling man next to him.

The room broke into multiple discussions. Kid got up from his chair and went to the bar cart for another drink. Kil followed after him. Franky and Tony had exited the kitchen and were now seated at the dining table, each with a can of coke. After getting another drink, Kid walked into the kitchen while Kil sat down to talk to Franky.

You figured that Kil had the situation under control so after a second to think, you grabbed your cosmo and followed Kid through the doorway into the kitchen.

The apartment’s kitchen was a faded, butter-yellow. The linoleum-tiled floor was patterned with blue and white diamonds that matched the blue countertop. The white fridge was covered in happy selfies of Luffy, Nami, and Zoro in various places being held up by novelty magnets. To the right of the fridge was a large window that led to an old metal fire escape on the other side. Kid had somehow clambered his broad body through the window and was leaning his metal and flesh forearms on the railing, looking out over the city street.

You gingerly crawled through the window and joined him, leaning on the railing to his right. He grunted, acknowledging your presence.

“I think Kil will be able to convince Franky to give us a lift,” you said.

Kid took a big swig from his glass of whiskey, swallowing hard. “I jus wanna get out of here.”

“They don’t seem too bad,” you responded.

He scowled and took another sip.

“You just wanna rut Luffy,”

“I do not. Cut it out.” You laughed and elbowed him.

Surprisingly, he smiled back at you.

“I knew you liked frilly drinks,” he tsked at your cosmo.

“Say what you want, but this is actually really good. You’re just mad you didn’t get one.” You took another drink of the bright pink liquid.

“Pfft. Even if I did, which I don’t, he only makes stuff for women. Nothin’ more pathetic than a man who thinks exclusively with his dick.” Kid sighed.

“Aw come on. He’s over the top, but he was just being nice.” You said, looking down at your glass.

Kid turned to look at you. You felt his gaze burn into the left side of your face.

“You really don’t think he’s just trying to get in yer pants?” He asked, rough voice emphasizing his disbelief.

“He gave one to Robin!” You retorted.

“(Y/N), a woman’s relationship status has never stopped a man from shooting his shot.” He immediately responded.

“Okay, so you’re saying that you don’t think with your dick?” You asked, finishing your drink.

“I didn’t say that,” he paused. “I just don’ONLY think with my cock.”

“Oh, well, you deserve a medal,” you rolled your eyes. Kid laughed.

“Well I saw you thinking with your cock earlier when Kil touched your arm on the street,” Kid turned his large frame to face you, his bright red lips curled up into an evil grin.

“What are you talking about?” You turned your body to face him.

His shit-eating grin was so wide it took up most of his face.

“I saw the way you were quakin’ in yer boots. I don’t blame you, Kil’s good lookin'.” His eyes bored into your face, relishing every slight change in your expression.

“You’re nuts. I was just surprised is all,” You said, averting your eyes from his.

“So, you gonna jump his bones or what?” He laughed.

“I’m not going to dignify that with a response.” You said, turning your body away from him to face the city street.

Kid laughed haughtily at you, the blood rising to your cheeks again.

There was a moment of silence. You liked the way the wind whipped your hair back from your face, but you were getting cold.

“Aw, come on girlie. It’s no fun when you don’t bite back.” Kid teased.

You couldn’t quite read the look he gave you. His eyes were softer than normal, but he was still smiling darkly at you.

“Okay then. Are you going to jump Nami’s bones?” You smiled at him.

Kid threw his head back in a raucous laugh.

“Yeah, right. I think these idiots would actually kill me. Sanji would need the help since that pansy definitely couldn’t kill me on his own.” Kid said smirking. “But don’ worry baby, you don’ have to be jealous. I know you’re pining after me.”

You rolled your eyes at him. Again.

“Hey, idiots.” You heard someone say from behind you.

You both turned to the window. Kil was, very cutely, bending over and peeking his head out the window.

“Who’re ya calling idiot, dork?” Kid laughed at his friend.

“Franky has, very reluctantly, agreed to give us a ride. We’re going soon so you two should stop pussy-footing around and kiss or just come inside already.” He withdrew his head and walked back through the kitchen.

You and Kid were both silent, blood rising to your cheeks. A moment passed before Kid angrily yelled after Kil, “WHAT’D YA SAY TO ME YA CUNT?"

[thoughts-with-hailey]

My Life In Prythian - Chapter Three

The House of Wind

Summary: After being captured and taken under the prison, they all agreed that I could stay at the House of Wind until they figure out what to do with me. So naturally I have to have some girl time with Nesta and Feyre as I navigate my new life in Prythian.

Content Warnings: language, violence, childhood trauma, sexually explicit

The second time winnowing wasn’t easier, despite what I read. The only comfort I got as my body was once more ripped through the world and squeezed in a time tube was that Azriel was holding me. Now don’t get me wrong, Cassian has always been my favorite bat boy, but there’s just something about Azriel. 

He looked irritated when Rhys had agreed to my terms and practically commanded him to take me to the House of Wind which had resulted in him all but dragging me out of the prison mountain. There wasn’t even a question or warning before he swung me up into his arms and winnowed so naturally I, knowing that he wanted nothing to do with me, snuggled in closer to him on the journey. 

Since winnowing into the House of Wind was impossible Azriel winnowed us a few feet above the balcony and then stretched out his massive wings so we could drift downward. For a dream, or whatever this was, it was quite detailed and every minute that went by I was starting to worry perhaps it wasn’t really a delusion. Either way I was going to enjoy it while it lasted. 

Grinning I laid my head on his muscular shoulder and sniffed at his neck, curious if I could smell him like Feyre had been able to smell the citrus on Rhys. Much to my dismay he only smelled like man and leather. Clittia still perked up of course, it just wasn’t as exciting as I had hoped. 

“What are you doing?” he rumbled, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. 

“Smelling you,” I shrugged, unashamedly enjoying the warmth that was radiating off of him. The weather of Velaris wasn’t exactly fit for my so stylish work outfit I had put together that morning and the cold was starting to get to me. Hopefully one of them might take pity and give me something warm to wear once we got inside.

“Don’t,” he bit out.

I only rolled my eyes at him as we landed, which in turn caused his glare to sharpen. Book Azriel was so quiet and well mannered, aside that one time, so seeing him get frustrated at me fueled the gremlin urge in me to cause chaos. Unable to resist said urge I grinned up at him. “Why are you so angry, Shadow Daddy? You should be excited to have yourself a willing prisoner. Think of all the activities we can do. Hey, do you have like a mask or anything? You could chase me around the house if you want.” Thinking about the Illyrian warrior in a Scream mask chasing me down the ten thousand steps and fucking me against a wall had Clittia truly interested and I grinned at all the possibilities. Perhaps the house would be able to make me a Scream mask. I mean, it made a whole pegasus, didn’t it?

“I will not be chasing you around the house,” he said through gritted teeth as if the idea was abhorrent to him. That only caused my grin to widen. “You will behave while you’re here until we can figure out where exactly you came from and how to get you back.”

“What am I supposed to do all day then?” I huffed. I had never been one to sit still for very long unless I had a source of entertainment and I highly doubted there was anywhere to charge my ipad. 

“You like to read, don’t you? Go hang out in the library with Nesta, or better yet there are some tunnels beneath the library that are said to hold Prythian’s secrets. Why don’t you go down there and explore?” he suggested. 

“Are you trying to get me eaten by a wyrm? Or Bryaxis?”

His shadows danced at this and one reached out to tickle my ear, causing me to giggle. Azriel only glared. “What is it you don’t know about us?”

“Well, I don’t know for sure if you and Eris are a thing but a girl can hope,” I offered. 

To my extreme delight Azriel stiffened slightly, his hold on me tightening as his eyes lit with anger. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he choked. 

Before I could tease him further Cassian and Nesta appeared with Rhys and Feyre. All of them landed gracefully on the balcony, Rhys and Feyre’s wings instantly stowing away as the other two extracted themselves from their carriers. All four eyes landed on Azriel and I, smirks tilting up on everyone’s mouths. 

“Az, I get you’re excited about your abundance of redheads but you can put her down. She’s not going anywhere,” Cassian laughed. 

Feyre pressed her lips together like she was holding in a laugh as Az quickly loosened his hold and practically shoved me out of his arms. I flashed her and Nesta a wink before I turned back to him and said, “Thanks for the ride, Azzie. Care to show me to my bedroom or should I just share yours?”

I could practically see the steam coming out of his ears as he glared and apparently Feyre sensed the impending danger too as she looped her arm through mine. “Come on, girl, Nesta and I can find a spare room for you while you tell us more about these books.”

An hour later I was curled up in a comfortable arm chair beside a fire, a cup of tea in my hands and a smile on my lips as Feyre and Nesta argued over if the necklace Azriel bought for Elain and then gave to Gwyn was problematic or not. Nesta was completely outraged, both at Azriel for doing it and Gwyn for not telling her about the necklace, while Feyre was somehow defending Azriel’s actions. 

My gaze bounced back and forth between them, completely amused. Growing up I had always wanted a sister, someone to argue with and steal clothes and someone to just be there for me even if we were angry at each other. Sure, I had a brother, but we were so vastly different in our disposition and he was such a mama’s boy that we had never really clicked. Watching Feyre and Nesta? It really had me wishing I had family. 

“No, Feyre, it’s fucked up,” Nesta said for the third time, her beautiful face full of irritation. “Gwyn deserves way more than a second hand gift from someone who is only in love with another woman just because he thinks it’s good for the plot with the whole three brothers three sisters thing! Don’t get me wrong, I love Azriel, I just think he’s an idiot about all of this.”

“I agree it might not have been the best idea, Nes, but Az obviously likes Gwyn if he gave it to her. He could have thrown it in the Sidra like Cassian did with your present.”

“Or he couldn’t gotten her something entirely different and heartfelt instead of a second hand gift. How would you feel if Rhys gave you something he originally bought for Amarantha?”

Feyre instantly stilled and her eyes narrowed. Immediately Nesta seemed to know that she had gone too far with that comment but true to herself she didn’t back down, only turned to me with a pleading look. “I’m sorry Hailey, we’re being rude by excluding you from the conversation.”

Sensing her plea for help I quickly changed the subject. “It’s okay, I’m just enjoying the show. Where is Elain, though? Or Nyx?”

“Elain and Lucien are watching him at their house,” Feyre informed, her anger dissipating at the mention of her child and a dreamy look coming over her face. “He’s very attached to his auntie Elain and he seems to calm her so she babysits any time we have to-”

“Hold the fuck up,” I interupted, unsure if I just heard what I thought I heard. “Did you say at their house?!”

Nesta rolled her eyes to the ceiling at this, as if hearing this was too much for her, as Feyre nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! Elain and Lucien are mates, which you probably know? It started off kind of rough but Elain finally came around a few months ago. They’re still not completely solid so they decided to live together in an effort to get to know one another and explore their relationship.”

“She deserves better,” Nesta muttered under her breath. 

I sipped my tea, holding back my thoughts as obviously I had a lot of them. Mainly how angry most of the fandom was about to be since they all shipped Elain and Azriel, and how the rest were going to be angry because they thought that our little Lulu deserved better than Elain. Gods, if only I was able to connect to the internet, or at least got data, I could post about this in my shitposting group. 

“Speaking of, I should probably get going,” Feyre sighed, looking at me wistfully. “I’m sorry to leave you so soon. I’ll drop by either later tonight or tomorrow to check in and make sure you haven’t driven Azriel insane yet. Or that you and Nesta haven’t ganged up on Cassian somehow.”

“Cassian wishes we would gang up on him,” Nesta smirked. 

With that Feyre waved goodbye and exited my room leaving me alone with my favorite Archeron sister. As soon as the door was closed I turned to her. There was a question brewing inside that I had been wanting to ask since the moment that I saw her and had managed to keep my mouth shut, but alone with her it was much, much harder to stop myself from asking. 

“Nesta, please dear gods tell me that you, Cassian, and Azriel have been together? It wasn’t in the books but the author wrote that you thought about it and I, along with so many others, all believe she deleted that chapter because of the publisher. So please, please, please tell me it truly happened. I have to know.” Honestly I wasn’t even ashamed that I was begging. It was worth it if she told me yes. 

Her cheeks tinged pink and her gaze skittered around the room as she shifted uncomfortably in the chair. For a moment I thought she might not answer until she finally cleared her throat and said, “That’s uhm, well, let’s just say that a little too much fae wine one night led to some rather interesting activities.”

“Nesta!” I screeched, reaching out to grab her hand in mine as a thousand questions filled my brain. While I knew most of them were inappropriate even for me to ask I couldn’t stop myself from asking, “Is it true about the wingspan thing? Is he the biggest?”

Her lips twitched and she looked over at me with what I could only assume was triumph in her expression. “I think I’m going to like you, Hailey. However we need something stronger than tea for me to reveal any details. Now, show me this book thing you have again.”

Grabbing my bag from where Feyre had left it I pulled out my ipad and started to explain to her once more. Knowing she had already seen Bryce’s phone I explained the basics of the technology and that it was touch operated, then showed her the kindle app icon. “See, if you click this it shows all the books I have downloaded, which is basically like borrowing them from the library and putting them inside the device.”

“So you can put more in here?”

“Theoretically, yeah. There are thousands and thousands available to download, but I need internet or data to do it which I don’t really think would work in Prythain.”

“Oh,” her face fell. She clicked around a few times and then glanced towards the ceiling. “Maybe..maybe we could make it work?”

In response to her question a soft groan echoed from the walls and a creaking floorboard responded, the House of Wind making it’s presence known. Instantly I was out of my chair and gesturing around as I talked animatedly. Sure, I didn’t know exactly how the internet worked and sure electricity was a mystery to me. I wasn’t going to let those things stop me! Nesta grinned as I tried my best to explain to the house about what the internet was and electricity so I could charge my ipad and phone. While I explained Nesta kept trying to connect to the internet as I showed her and I even explained to the house that my own wifi name was House of Wind Library Wifi, which caused her (yeah I’ve since decided the house is a her) to twirl the curtains from the window around my shoulders like a little hug. 

Of course that little hug had me side eyeing Nesta and wondering if my theory is correct concerning how the house is an active participant in her and Cassian’s headboard adventures. I was easily distracted though once Nesta let out a shout of triumph. 

“It’s working! Look, that symbol means it’s working, right?” she pointed to the little wifi icon that indeed told me it was connected. 

“Oh my gods it is!” I screeched, jumping up and down as excitement flooded through me. Wifi in Prythian? The possibilities were endless. Almost instantly my phone started buzzing. “Fuck.”

“What?”

“I was on my way to work when all this happened,” I explained, pulling out my phone from my bag and grimacing at all the notifications. I checked the time which thankfully updated and saw that it was twenty minutes before I had to start. The work group chat was blowing up with crazy information, however. “What the fuck…”

“What?” Nesta said again, crowding over my shoulder. 

“Give me a second let me read these.”

I scrolled through all the messages, my heart rate increasing with each and every one. 

Did you guys see that giant flash of light before everything went dark?

Yeah there was a giant flash and then a loud bang before the sun just like winked out. That’s crazy. There isn’t supposed to be an eclipse or anything is there?

No. I have no idea what’s going on. 

…we dont have to go into the office right?

And so the messages went on and on discussing what had happened and how apparently everything in our city and our city alone had flashed off for an entire hour. There were a few linked new articles and of course memes were already being sent, but it seemed no one had noticed I was gone. Quickly I pulled open my email and sent a message to my boss letting them know I had a family emergency and would be out the rest of the week all the while trying to process what the texts were about. 

Had something happened when I fell through that portal? If so, could I actually get back or not? Not that I was overly concerned about getting back. 

“It seems when I fell through the portal something weird happened back home,” I told Nesta absently as I hit send on my email. “No one is really sure what. The sun went out, though, and they’re trying to figure out what that means.”

“Do you think it has to do with you coming here?”

“Maybe..”

The curtain controlled by the house rustled again and settled over my shoulders softly giving me another hug and I leaned into the comfort. “I don’t really care…mostly. Honestly if I never go back that’s fine. I don’t expect you all to house me forever of course. Maybe point me in the direction of somewhere I could get a job and figure out like a boarding house or something if you have those? Or a tent. I’ve camped before so I could rough it outside I guess. I-”

“You’re not going anywhere!” Nesta shook her head quickly, clutching the ipad to her chest. “You have the magic library! You’re staying with me as long as you want to. We can make Rhys give you a job in the library downstairs or something and pay you if you want, either way I’m keeping you. And your magic library. Now show me more books we can read!”

For the first time in a very, very long time true happiness filled all those empty, dark spaces inside me with warmth and sunlight. I still wasn’t entirely convinced all of this wasn’t a dream or a delusional fantasy of some sort, but I didn’t care. Whatever was happening it was the best thing to happen to me in a long, long time.

[snappydragonsclaw]

One the skylanders imaginators cutscenes redone

Deep inside of kaos's lair kaos was walking back and forth seemingly aggravated at his failures. Another one of his doomlanders were defeated once again. He could not stand it. Those pesky skylanders kept winning no matter what he had thrown at them. "Brain!? What am I doing wrong!? Those fools just keep defeating my doomlanders!" kaos asked Brain. Brain looked at him and sighed facepalming. "kaos have you ever thought of taking them out from the inside?" he asked with a hint of sarcasm. "eh!? What do you mean?" kaos ask intrigued. "well those skylanders of yours are rather close. They seem to operate like a family." Brain added."well I've seen them group hug and celebrate holidays together. " kaos noted. "how about you...make it so they turn on that pesky purple dragon. He seems to be the one they all look up to. After all that old portal master Eon is spirit so he can't do anything to protect them." brain says."but it's not that simple! These stupid's are strong-willed! Every time in the past they seem to break out of mind control!" kaos responses. "kaos im basically a god. I'm one of the very beings who created Skylands. I'm sure these skylanders can't hold their own against the likes of my abilities. " Brain says pridefully. "well that is a point. They did never face anyone like you other than the darkness."kaos says. "so why don't we try this? How about for once you have them bowing down?" brain asks. Kaos thinks for a while and glances at glumshanks who shrugs clearly uneasy about the crisis as always. " alright. Let's try this." he says in a slightly worried tone. He knows if this goes wrong the skylanders will get suspicious of him further.brain floats over to the thinking cap on kaos's head and together they say"prestobraino". Meanwhile at the academy. The skylanders were plotting.

All the starterpack skylanders were gathered at the meeting table where they spoke to each other. Spyro sits down, trigger happy happily giggles away as usual, gill grunt is next to him nudging him to quiet down, cynder is sighing clearly annoyed by the gremlin's laughing, tree rec per his woodpecker, jet vac is nervously sweating, stealth elf is sharpening her blades, wash buckler and blast zone playfully swap just for fun, food fight is surprisingly just chilling, snap shot is having a conversation with golden queen, spitfire is making sure he isn't burning anyone and king pen is just entering the room." alright everyone. I think we have a problem. Kaos has mysteriously gotten stronger over the past few days and well that is obviously not good at all. He is creating monsters! I remember a time when the only created beings walking around here were Tree Rex and Food Fight....not to be rude to you two. Anyways these things that kaos are creating are unnatural! They don't have souls like we do!" spyro alerts. "I think kaos is messing with something no mere mortal should be messing with and I'm speaking as a technically immortal being!" stealth elf whispered."I miss the days were it was just us vs him! Now he has all this otherworldly help! I rather deal with the blooming mask of power than this mess!" Food Fight says crossing his arms. "agreed. Like sure it sucked that we had our powers taken away but at least we knew what we were dealing with!" Gill grunt says."kaos I hypothesis is messing with powers only for the ancients." king pen adds drawing everyone's attention. "these powers and abilities. They don't belong to him. Have you noticed his magic arua changed from purple to pink lately?" spyro looks at cynder worried. They haven't even thought about the idea that kaos is getting these powers from someone. "spyro you don't think that kaos had summoned the rouge ancient do you?" cynder asks to hope that spyro would say no.

"uh...well he did grab the thinking cap and that book so maybe?"spyro nervously chuckles."oh yeah we're done for." wash buckler says out loud."...that was supposed to not come out." outside the academy mysteriously goes silent. As if life itself just stopped. "uh...why did it go quiet outside all the sudden?" stealth elf asks the group. Her ears lower slightly. She had seen creepy stuff before but this was a whole new level of creepy. "oi! and i'm sure the academy is NEVER this quiet! Even at three am!" snap shot says getting up protectively drawing his bow and arrow. "alright this is officially creepy." spitfire says looking out the window and seeing no one. "this better not be one of kaos's tricks!" tree Rex say getting up. The skylanders all walk outside."...where is everyone?" blast zone asks. "yeah they were outside doing their own thing a minute ago?!" golden queen adds."Ahahhah! Creepy! Hahaha!" trigger happy laughs but he is laughing to cover up his fear. The skylanders begin to look around together however food fight begins acting strangely. The artichoke holds his head as if he has a headache. "ugh...guys I don't feel so good-" he stops suddenly. He heard whispering in his ears that were well his leaves.the voice was getting louder and louder. "what...!? What are these voices....!? They are so loud!?" he cries out In pain.

The others look at him In Concern. "food fight? Mate what's happening to ya?" snap shot asks walking over to him. Suddenly out of nowhere food fight does a blood-curdling scream. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!!" he screams. The skylanders jump at the sudden scream.food fight fell to his knees covering his leaves in pain. His eyes were wide and small tears rolled down his cheeks." what are we all looking at him for!? Let's help him!" snap shot roars. However, before they can do anything food fight suddenly stops.food fight just simply doesn't make a sound. "food fight? You okay?" spyro asks. Food fight doesn't respond. He slowly gets back onto his feet.His head hung low as if puppeted.Trigger Happy was about to hop over to food fight Gill Grunt held him back."trigg stay back something is not right." he said. "remember how I said how nobody is outside was creepy? Yeah I take that back This takes the cake!" spitfire says floating behind tree rex hiding behind the giant. Spyro tilts his head. The purple dragon had seen many things in his lifetime but this...this was something much different from anything he had ever seen." hello? Skylands food fight?" spyro waved his claw in front of food fight with no reaction."spyro...what's going on with him?" cynder asks."I have no idea-"before spyro could finish his sentence food fight suddenly looks up. However his gaze. There was something off about it. His eyes were a hot pink hue and glowed. It was as if no one was home. "spyro...his eyes!" jet vac alerts. Spyro jumps back in surprise. Suddenly what was happening to food fight begins to happen to snap shot, stealth elf, Wash Buckler, spitfire, and Golden Queen. Spyro panics he shakes food fight but he gets pushed away.then everyone started to experience it except for spyro. Soon they all stop their scream and all glare at spyro. Spyro backs away. Suddenly a whisper is heard."destroy spyro." it says. suddenly they all attack spyro. Spyro flies away dodging various attacks. "AAAH!! What is going on! I thought we were friends! Family even!" he screamed in fear.

spyro got a response but not one that he expected."spyro prepare to face your DOOM!!!" they all said in incision as if in a hive mind. Wait a minute doom? Spyro heard that all too much not to know who was behind this."kaos!? What did you do to them!?" spyro yells demanding answers. Suddenly a voice comes out of food fight alone it sounds like a mix of his own voice and kaos's. "oh it's not just your friends fool! It's all of the Skylands! Ahahahha!"spyro suddenly freezes.all of Skylands? That"a how many people kaos is controlling. Suddenly the dread yacht fries at him. Spyro barely dodges. He sees Flynn, cali, mags,buzz, and hugo all under the control of kaos, and just when he thought that is everyone Tessa flies on Whiskers and tries to attack spyro. Spyri flies away trying to get them off his tail but he soon notices helicopter and jet noises and more flapping. "oh come on!"spyro comments annoyed. He hesitantly turns around to see the stealth stinger, jet stream, and cynder flying behind him. (also this is a playable cutscene by the way.)spyro pushes himself harder. However, he looks down and well it seemed like all the skylanders that weren't there a second ago are now."...AAAH!!! Oh for the love of!" spyro yells annoyed.spyro then sees a window open and flies inside and closes it and barricades the door.spyro didn't know what he was going to do but he was about to figure out what to do soon! Outside the room, he could the skylanders marching on their way to the very room he was in. "think spyro think!...wait I'm not affected! But how!? Is it because I'm a purple dragon?"spyro glances and notices an old map. He walks over and grabs it."dragon's peak of course! That was always the one place that was safe from most threats!"spyro then hears banging on the door. He looks down and sees a vent. He opens it and goes inside before they break down the door. Spyro turns around to see Gill and trigg. "I'm sorry guys..." he faintly whispers as he leaves.

Alright, that was my idea of a cutscene remake so let me go over some things. First the reason I Included all the starterpack skylanders is because it just makes a bit more sense. I always thought it was strange how some of them were never an NPC and I also made Spyro's personality a bit more accurate to his personality in the books and trailers so yeah no more cocky spyro and I changed the behavior of the mind-controlled skylanders as well. I was going for a more creepy hive-mind vibe speaking of that you may be asking what was with food fight and the voices in my head thing? So that was based off of the whole devil and angel dynamic a bit from the older cartoons and also I thought it would be cool and creepy if the brain could whisper to them to control them I mean the feeling of being whispered to do something is creepy a bit In itself especially if it to do something bad because I don't know about you but imaginators definitely feels like a Halloween game. or at least it was trying to be anyways. next the mask of power reference. Not much to say there. I just love the books. I wish those became games. Alright last but not least why did I switch the place spyro goes from Dragon Temple to dragon's Peak? well, hear me out. Dragon's temple is just another part of Dragon's Peak. The reason I sent spyro off there is because that place is the universe meeting point so yup when spyro mysteriously arrived in Skylands that's where he was. So it would make sense for that place to have some sort of magical protection.

[pandorafallz]

Overseer AU | A breath between

tw for blood, death, school shooting, seizure 

Grace could help but beam as the children continued to talk in full, English sentences, reading off her board with her. Writing was not a used tool for the Na’vi to use, ideograms mostly were what the Na’vi used if they had to carve it into something but…everything that they knew was oral. From stories, play to even the songcords they had tucked into their loincloths.

Yet, they picked up not only English but its written language as well. They had wondered why humans wrote stuff down and while it was easy to explain the practical use, she knew it wasn’t a skill they’d use in their own lives but, she hoped it would be useful later on with their interactions with Sky people.

She had given them a notebook and pencil, showing them how to sharpen the end to keep the graphite going, to write down an story or fragment of their day that they were happy or proud of, or in some cases; sad about. They never really took them back to Hometree; the books were too unfamiliar for the parents to like, nor did they seem to like the ‘alien scriptures’ that they produced. But she had always enjoyed letting them spend time scribbling away as they talked as it gave her an opening to each of their lives.

One book still lay on the shelf, gathering dust at this point.

A week had gone by, Grace had noticed Sylwanin hadn’t shown up. A growing concern but she had hoped the girl would come down soon so they could at least talk. The fact that Neytiri was still in the crowd of the seven faces of today was a good sign.

“Wonderful, you’re such good readers. At this rate, I’ll run out of material to teach you” She praised, earning a few happy giggles. “Neytiri, is there a book of interest you would like to read out to the class?” She gestured to the few books set out on the table by another child’s feet. Anuk, who happily sat on the desk though Grace didn’t try to ask him to sit in a chair; he was comfortable and would no doubt move when he wanted to. He was fiddling with the book closest to him with some fondness; loving the bright colors of The Lorax.

Neytiri’s head turned to her, her eyes wide though clearly distracted by the blankness that came with her glance to her and then down to the books. “<What did you say>?” She asked, not trying for English.

Grace’s smile dimmed a little, a little disheartened at the girl’s demeanor. “Would you like to choose a book to read out?” She asked, “Or should I ask another?”

The sixteen year old’s eyes flickered to the books set out for a moment in a moment of debate before answering. “<Someone else, please.>”

Grace nodded though she could see Tsu’tey in the corner of her eye also watching Neytiri with some concern. Which meant this wasn’t new. She gently pulled a book to seven year old Nekawn and started her off to read out loud to the rest of the class. Once most were occupied, Grace made her move and gestured for Neytiri to follow.

Neytiri sighed though rose to her feet, followed with her to the corner, and took a seat. Neytiri sat as well, her tail swishing against the floorboards quietly but didn’t quite meet her eye.

“<Is everything alright?>” Grace asked.

Neytiri’s eyes flickered at the window again, her ears twitching with unease. “<I’m sorry. I’m distracted.>”

“<Is it something you can talk to me about?>,” Grace asked with a lean forward, “<I would like to help if I can.>”

Neytiri’s eyes flicked between her and the door, “<I don’t know… you’re with them, after all,>” Her tone turned a little bitter, her lips tightly pursed.

Grace’s ears lowered in response, her tail pausing a moment though she felt a personal bite there that she hadn’t expected from Neytiri of all people. She couldn’t deny; she was impressed by both Neytiri and Sylwanin’s brightness and aptitude to learn and the latter was eager to share her knowledge. Neytiri hadn’t tried to see her as a sky person anymore in the ten years she had worked with her here. They called her sa’nok, a title she wore with pride. This disregard…

It hurt.

Her ears straightened up as she took a heavy sigh. “<You’re angry>.” She stated. “<but that does not mean I will accept any disrespect, Neytiri. You don’t have to talk to me about what’s bothering you but don’t make judgments upon me on the basis of my origins>” Grace spoke, turning a little firm though Neytiri’s ears flickered down a little under her hard look.

“<I’m sorry, Sa’nok. I’m…just so angry. There’s so much damage your people are doing to our world.>”

Grace nodded, allowing herself to loosen up, and gently put her hand on Neytiri’s shoulder. “<The clear cutting>”

Neytiri nodded, “<Why must your people do this to our world?>” She met her eyes again, yellow eyes brimming with tears.

Grace pondered her question carefully, sitting back and resting her hands on her knees, a little more aware that the other children were listening in.

“Sky people’s own world no longer has… a way to support self. Our… distant ancestors didn’t care for the world that…impacted what the sky people have today. It forced them to rely on non-renewable minerals like metals to simply survive.  Without our planet to support their needs, they look for it elsewhere. For a time, they settled to other moons and asteroids that were close but… then that ran out.”

Grace rose to her feet, well aware of the attention to this turn of the topic that she could see interested most of the older ones, Tsu’tey especially. She moved to the model solar system, gently pushing it around to spin lightly. “your world is the next habitual planet the sky people could reach safely. For them, it was a world of salvation; a glimmer of hope that they could find a way to bring resources back to keep surviving.”

“<How much more must they take?>” Neytiri asked, wide-eyed, “<They cannot keep taking>”

Grace sighed though nodded, “<I know it’s harsh but the cruel nature of the sky people’s world is that…our ancestors killed our natural world long before my own grandmother was born. It’s to a point that…humans on earth cannot survive without the technology; our reliance is survival. Like the masks, we have to breathe here.>”

“<They are desperate>” Tsu’tey spoke, “<taking and taking like a starving palulukan that is never satisfied>” He wasn’t pleased but he made a good analogy for it.

“<That’s one way to put it, yes>” Grace sighed. “<it’s…complicated in some ways but… I think it’s best I leave that for another day.>”

“<Sylwanin’s been tracking the machines cutting the forest this last week, should we worry about that?>” Neytiri asked.

Grace looked to Neytiri for a moment though nodded, “<Sky people will not tolerate the destruction of their technology. It’s…hard to get here and they will protect it with their weapons and pursue anyone with a hand in its destruction.” That was a real warning that Grace gave, feeling unnerved to even say it but… if Sylwanin was getting upset; she had to make sure the girl didn’t think to try and tackle this herself.

Neytiri’s eyes flickered to the window again, “<I will talk to Sylwanin later. She will need to know.”

With that, Grace lumbered back to the desks, giving Nekawn a big smile, and took the book off her. “You read very well, Nekawn.” She praised, the girl lighting up happily with her words. “You know, you’re getting better than even a sky person child at your age too.”

A few giggles echoed around, “Really?”

“Really.” Grace nodded, “Which is why… I think it’ll be soon enough time for us to perhaps move onto more complex reading material for you” She knew Neytiri and Sylwanin were already onto the more adult-book type reading level but a good portion of these children weren’t. They loved the pictures much which was understandable.

“More reading?” Anuk asked, “How many stories are there?”

Grace laughed softly, “Billions.”

A few gasps echoed at the huge number that the younger ones couldn’t count, but they knew it was big.

Neytep said, “That’s so many, Sa’nok!” with a light tone, almost amazed.

“Indeed, but the stories we sky people tell can be…fact. Like our environment; information to pass on or completely made up in our minds, like the Lorax, for entertainment.” She gestured to the book Anuk had, “Some more made-up stuff has a lot more cultural and human mythology that… I can explain. Or, I could leave more books for you to read while I’m not here if you want to know. There might be pictures.”

The children looked to each other in excitement. Grace reached for her data pad to make an order for the team to make the print-outs from the digital versions like they had last time, but her attention lifted as she heard distant metallic whirls before she could touch the pad. Her ears twitched towards the sound with a frown.

But within a moment, everything changed as Sylwanin seem to burst through the doorway, and for a moment, all Grace could see was her painted-up face, eyes wide and terrified before there was a spurt of red that suddenly spurted out from her chest.

Grace gasped, her mind suddenly putting together the sounds of AMP suits before the rain of metal began to splinter through the wooden walls.

“Out! OUT!”  She dove forwards, catching Neytiri before she could go to her sister, grabbing Tsu’tey by the arm as he too made a dive at her. “<No, help me get the children out!>”

“<She’s hurt—>“

“<She’s dead. You’re not.>” Grace didn’t allow either of them to argue, tossing Nekwan into Tsu’ety’s arms and caving after a heartbeat as the children screamed as more wood shattered around them, he grabbed Marali and dove from the building’s window and out.

Anuk was on the floor, gone too but Grace couldn’t bare the dead much thought as she pulled the remaining children with her, trying to aid in their escape. Some jumped willingly out with a few scrapes but Grace only counted two dead. Too many.

“<NO!>” Neytiri fought but Grace hissed out, forcing her out the window with a push despite the girl’s enraged sounds that masked her grief and terror but Grace wasn’t an idiot to let her try; not when there was so much gun fire without mercy. She would not lose another bright soul to whatever bullshit was happening.

Not on her watch.

Neytep was the last as she grabbed the girl as the soldiers reached the doorframe, stepping over Sylwanin before the click of the gun echoed again before she jumped as the horrible echo of bullets helped to pulverize the wooden frame. Feeling the sharp splinters in the backs of her legs as she dove.

Neytep crying out before a white-hot shot of pain raged through her back and through, but the solid ground speared away her thought of that, pushing the air out of her lungs and her legs immediately ached but her body was built to take the brunt, rolling naturally though Neytep struggled in her arms but Grace felt the strength beyond the pain to push up off the ground, the girl under one arm and grabbed Neytiri’s arm as she made an attempt back, pulling her with her into the treeline

“<We can’t leave her!>”

“<If you go in, you’ll join her with Eywa. She’ll be recovered by the clan but there’s too many of them now.>”

“<I hate you!>” Neytiri hissed but Grace was glad the girl stopped fighting her, pulling her arm free but began to lead the way onward at a brisk pace. It wasn’t until Neytep whimpered again that Grace tried to speed up—she had to get te girl to Mo’at. She didn’t know how knowledgeable she was about bullet wounds but she hoped the girl would be saved.

“<I will take her.>” Neytiri’s arms snaked around the girl, pulling the eleven year old from her arms, and more or less vanished into the treeline without a backward glance.

Grace hissed out at the loss of the weight, staggering even as now, she felt the growing rise of dizziness, the pain flaring up through her middle without the weight pressing against her middle. Her hands were left free to press against the pain but, to her growing horror, she could feel the warmth of blood seemingly seep through but didn’t dare glance down.

Exit wound.

“Fuck.” Grace sucked in a shallow breath, now tasting the rise of iron in her throat but she struggled to follow… the world becoming hazy with greens and by gut instinct, she knew that without an Omatikaya child to guide her, she couldn’t make it to Hometree.

Her foot slid, sending her catering to the floor with a heavy, winding grunt of pain that seemed to seize through her entire body…. Engulfing her world in white agony and leaving her breathless. White and black dots swirled through her vision before the fires raged down.

Grace coughed, gagging up a wash of red past her lips, idly feeling its heat seep down her chin as her vision clouded with tears, as the pain sharpened up like a twist of hot metal in her gut but she blinked them away as she sucked in another painful breath. Her eyes hazily noticed the white tendrils above her.

Her eyes traveled further, more tendrils that seemed to go as far as her eye could see…

Utral Aymokriyä

Tree of Voices.

Another cough, another rise of red down her chin but Grace found it harder to breathe, sucking in lighter breaths now, her head resting back against the near root of the tree, not even aware how close her queue was to a white tendril that drifted close towards her, favoring towards body heat.

Her fingers slacked from the wound, idly watching the moving motions of the tree's tendrils. Why wasn’t she unlinking from her avatar?

“<Graceaugustine?>” Mo’at’s voice was sudden, distant but alarmed nonetheless.

Grace didn’t have the strength to jump, groaning out as her body tensed instead, her eyes pricking with tears but she felt her ears twitch as Mo’at seemed to appear beside her; her hand much warmer than she expected as she grasped her placid wrist to examine the wound.

“<You’re shot>” Her voice was careful but Grace was sure there was a deeper emotion in the woman’s voice…but she could barely hang onto her words.

Grace struggled to answer, her breath already soft pants, “<can’….catch my breath..>” she complained…”<…RDA….fired through walls… I tried …tried to…get them out…>” Her voice slurred, coughing again but she couldn’t feel anything shift as she wheezed in for air.

“<Grace?>”

“<c-can’t breath…>” Grace could feel her head spin, gasping like a fish but she felt the rise of panic build as she tried to draw in breath. “Can’t…can’t…” the white tree tendril caught the end of her queue which naturally wrapped around the white tendril, her mind filling with soft whispers but that didn’t douse the pain or the panic. Her eyes hazily focused to Mo’at in confusion at the sounds but her form seemed to fizzle away into a bright white tunnel that seemed to flicker with color…

Her body went slack, and the bleeding from her wounds came to a stop as the avatar succumbed to her injuries.

“<Grace!”>

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Back at Hells gate, Grace’s human body jolted, arching up with a heavy thump against the coffin-like lid before her body seized up. The heart monitors changing from a calm sleeping beat of fourth-six BPM to a sudden hundred and ticking higher.

The sudden change rang an alarm, kicking the near link technicians into action to the link bed.

“She’s seizing.” The first male technician spoke, lifting the lid quickly.

“No shit,” The woman spoke, hurriedly lifting the second frame before Grace could get tangled in it. “Don’t hold her down; just keep her from rolling. Someone call a med-team!”

It took a few minutes before Grace’s seizure tapered off, the medical team speeding in just as the heart monitor began to rapidly drop.

“Shit, she’s coding.”

Thankfully, the medical team went straight into action, waving away the unnecessary people to create space as they began to perform CPR as a defibrillator began to warm up…

Max Patel watched in fear as Grace was shocked, the only relief was the rising beeps that followed the second shock before the teams loaded her onto the gurney and out.

“Bridges, Send word for all avatars to return to their bed and unlink and run an entire systems check” he ordered, taking control of the shaken silence. “Someone, download all of Link 4’s data and send it straight to my monitor. Jenks, get someone to clean out Link 4’s padding and someone, find out where Grace’s avatar was last seen.”

Only something terrible could have happened to gage that response but he hoped that they had an answer for this sudden and unexpected mess and that Grace would be up on her feet soon enough.

as of 06/06/23, this post was edited and rewritten, the other posts are soon to follow 

not sure how involved i’ll be for this AU, it’s an originally for a BG Variant of Grace but i loved this concept so i thought i’d write out  few of her drabbles, if you like her and this AU, i’ll make a masterpost for you. 

Also, you can find this on AO3 as well