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[blacksvgar]

the worst best pirate in history

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[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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ok but like maybe stiles stilinski with a spoiled rich reader maybe who has vibes like lydia?¿? maybe w number 21 ?¿? possibly…

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omg, this is literally the longest fic I've ever written for this blog, I really hope you guys enjoy it!

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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?”

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Growing Pains

Jake Sully x Daughter!Reader

NOTE : This takes place before Kiri and Tuktirey, so the reader is Jake's youngest child and only daughter. In this particular fic, she's a teenager.

Releasing a sigh, you busied your hands as you assisted your mother with wrapping up baskets. At the sound of your breath, she looked up from her own work, eyeing you curiously. You felt her gaze on you, but kept your eyes down, determined to avoid the inevitable conversation that was about to occur.

"Y/N . . ." Neytiri began, using a familiar, maternal tone that you knew all-too-well, "What is wrong?"

At the sound of the question, your throat tightened. The following week's events flashed through your mind, playing through your vision like a movie being skipped through. Swallowing thickly, you finally responded.

"Nothing, Mother. I'm fine."

Suspicion took over her expression as she studied you. Her knowing gaze intimidated you, and you knew that she was trying to catch your eye. However, you remained defiant, keeping your gaze down while grabbing another basket.

"Y/N," she repeated, gentler this time, "My sweet child . . ."

"I'm alright, Mom. Really."

This did nothing to ease her worries. In fact, it only heightened them. Pressing her lips together, she looked at Jake. He was a good few feet away, sharpening some weapons with your older brothers. To no surprise, he had been watching the entire interaction.

His gaze shifted from you to Neytiri, and their eyes met. Upon seeing her expression, he silently nodded, assuring her that he would talk with you later on. Her shoulders relaxed as she looked back down at you, closely watching your movements. Her sharp eyes caught the slight forcefulness of your hand movements, the subtle frown on your face, the agitated tail behind you.

Yes, something was definitely wrong. But, what, she could not figure out.

Therefore, Neytiri watched her youngest child sit in front of her, plagued with uncharacteristic anger, her heart clenched within her chest. She wanted to reach out and hold you, but instinct told her that this action wouldn't be wise. It would likely push you further into yourself.

Instead, she released a small sigh and sat back, looking at her hands as she continued to work. Between baskets, she would take small glances up, checking on you. Though she hated feeling so helpless, she forced herself to leave this in Jake's hands for now.

-

-

The bioluminescent forest glowed around you as you sat at the edge of a long, glowing overpass. The overpass bridged the Tree of Voices and the rest of the forest, with a pool of water sitting in between the two areas of land. Behind you, luminous waterfalls flowed down a large canyon of rocks. Looking down, with gentle kicking legs, you observed the purple, pink, and aquamarine luminescence that the pond exhibited. Gentle steam rose from the pond, caressing your swimming feet before rising past your legs.

At the sound of a branch breaking, your head jerked up. However, you quickly relaxed at the vision of your father walking towards you. Unable to resist the joy of seeing him, you flashed him a small smile, causing him to return one.

"Hey, babygirl," he greeted softly, taking a seat next to you, "How ya doing?"

Avoiding his gaze, you answered, "I'm alright."

"Just alright?" he inquired, reaching out to caress the back of your head.

He was fishing for information, just like your mother was, and you caught on quickly.

"I'm fine, Dad," you replied flatly.

He sighed deeply, moving his hand down to rub your back. "Y/N," he began, "I don't mean to be cliché here, but you know that I know you better than anyone. I'd even say better than your mother, but don't tell her I said that."

This earned a small giggle from you, making Jake smile. However, his serious expression returned as he continued. "And because I know you better than anyone, I know that the way you've been acting isn't you."

Your smile faltered as you kept your gaze low.

"Sweetheart, if something is wrong--if something is going on--"

"Nothing is going on!" you snapped, making him remove his hand and stare at you, "Just . . . please . . . you and Mom. Stop worrying about me, alright? I'm fine. I'm fine, I'm fine, and I'll say it until I've convinced you both."

Before he could respond, you stood up and sprinted back into the forest.

"Y/N!" he called.

When you didn't return, he closed his eyes before dropping his head. Releasing a breath, he did his best to check his emotions. However, he felt himself growing increasingly concerned. He'd dealt with issues pertaining to his sons before, but handling you was new territory.

-

"What did she say?" Neytiri whispered desperately, leaning forward to speak to Jake.

"She just kept insisting that she was fine. Just like earlier. But she's not. It's obvious with the way she's been acting. She--this just isn't her," Jake whispered back before releasing a breath, "She's hurting over something and it's turning into anger because we keep asking her about it."

Neytiri looked over, eyeing where you were sleeping with Neteyam and Lo'ak. "So, something is really wrong," she breathed, "I'm forcing her to tell me tomorrow. I don't care if I have to corner her."

"Neytiri," Jake whispered patiently, "She has a wall up. Pushing her will only make things worse. We've gotta let her come to us on her own time."

"I'm not going to let my daughter suffer with herself until she's ready to ask for help!" she hissed, "What if she doesn't come to us? It is our job to assure that she is alright!"

Jake sighed, dropping his head and nodding. He knew that his mate was right, but he could also empathize with you. When it came to sharing emotions, he, too, sometimes found it to be a daunting task. In many ways, emotionally, you were more like him than he preferred to admit.

Nevertheless, you were still his little girl, and he wasn't going to let this go on for much longer either.

"Give her one more day," he finally whispered, making Neytiri lean back in frustration, "One more day for her to come to us willingly. If she doesn't, we'll have an intervention, alright?"

Neytiri glanced back at your sleeping figure, feeling her heart clench, once again. Then, she looked back at Jake.

"One. More. Day," she agreed hesitantly, "Then, we force her to talk. I cannot stand to see her like this, Jake."

"I know," he agreed, "I can't either."

The following day came and went. You remained guarded and, to your dismay, your older brothers had finally taken notice. When Neteyam tried to ask you about your mood, you snapped at him.

By eclipse, Jake went out to find you, preparing to bring you home and sit you down with the entire family. He checked your favorite forest spots before finally visiting the place you'd been sitting at the previous night. As he crossed the empty overpass, he prepared to turn around before catching a glimpse of someone under the Tree of Voices.

Moving slowly, being cautious not to make any noise, he crept up to the tree. Immediately, he recognized the long hair and petite frame of his daughter. You were on your knees, with your hands clenched at your chest. When you looked up, he had a better view of your profile, and a clear view of the tears running down your face.

His eyes softened as he walked closer, still not revealing his presence.

"I just don't know what to do," you whimpered, speaking to the ancestors.

At the sound of your broken voice, Jake felt a sharp pang in his chest. Taking a knee, he gently placed a hand on your back, startling you immensely.

"Wha--" you cried, "Why are you here?"

"Shhh, easy, hey," Jake cooed gently, reaching out to grip your arms, "Easy, easy, it's okay."

"No, I didn't want you to see me like this," you cried, spiraling into a full breakdown.

He tilted his head, cupping one of your cheeks. "Babygirl . . ."

You whined a few incomprehensible words before saying, "I don't know what to do."

"About what? About what, sweetheart?" Jake asked desperately, keeping his hand on your cheek, "Baby, talk to me."

Your lips quivered as your squeezed your eyes shut. Lifting your hands to your face, you pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes.

Then, after lowering your hands, you looked into his eyes with nothing but pure vulnerability. While taking in your gaze, Jake no longer saw his teenager, but his little girl--the one that used to reach out to him with wide, teary eyes and call out to him.

"Daddy," you would squeak, sitting on the ground with arms reaching out to him. It didn't matter what he was holding, he would drop it and run to you, scooping you into his nurturing grasp.

Now, in this moment, the resemblance was uncanny as you whimpered a heartbroken, "Daddy."

His heart shattered as he shook his head. "Oh, honey," he whispered, "C'mere."

Pulling you to him, he wrapped one arm around your back while cupping the back of your head with his other hand. He took a seat and pulled you onto his lap.

"I'm here, baby," he whispered, beginning to rock you, "I've always been here. We've always been here. You just have to let us be here for you."

Leaning back, you unwrapped yourself from his arms. "B-But I wanted to handle this on my own. I-I wanted to be independent, like Neteyam and Lo'ak always are."

Jake's gaze softened as he tilted his head, caressing your cheek. "Sometimes problems get too big for you to handle by yourself, babygirl," he cooed patiently, "That's when you come and ask for help. And your brothers don't do everything on their own. They're just discreet when coming to me to clean up their messes."

You sniffled, lowering your gaze. Jake cupped your other cheek, forcing you to look up at him. "Tell me what's going on, baby."

Sniffling heavily and hiccuping, you struggled to get words out. "Everyday, the other kids gang up on me and insult me for being . . ."

You looked down at your hands and your five fingers. Jake closed his eyes before nodding in understanding.

"When it was only that, it was fine. The insults hurt, but things remained mellow, so I tried not to let it bother me. I figured I could handle it myself," you continued, "but when I stopped reacting, things escalated."

He creased his eyebrows in concern, urging you to continue.

"They began to get physical, trying to find a way to instigate a reaction from me, egging me on. Insulting you. They would coax me into fights, but I-I'm not like Neteyam and Lo'ak, Daddy, I'm not a fighter," you stressed.

Jake shook his head, still cupping your cheeks. "I know. I know you aren't, swe--"

"Mom is tough, but I just don't have it in me, yet."

"You don't have to defend yourself to me, sweet girl," he replied gently, "I'm on your side here." He paused for a moment, processing everything you'd told him, thus far. "So, they've put their hands on you?"

You broke his gaze before nodding. "Forced me into fights, then forced me to fight . . ."

"To fight . . ?" Jake urged, tilting your head up again.

You squeezed your eyes shut, holding back a sob. "Forced me to go after the forest animals, even when it's dangerous."

Jake's eyes widened. You hadn't even crafted your own bow and arrow yet. How could you possibly take on forest animals?

"I'd been trying to handle it--make them stop on my own terms. Stand up for myself, like Teyam and Lo'ak. But there's always a group."

You hesitated before speaking again. "They pulled me out farther into the forest and forced me to agitate a thanator."

Jake, who had briefly looked down, jerked his head up. "They forced you to what?"

"It's all a game to them. It's how I got . . ."

Pulling up part of your skirt, you revealed a relatively long scratch on your upper thigh. "I got away, though."

Horror crossed his expression as he lightly ran his index finger over the faded scar.

In his mind, all Jake could think about were his own experiences with a thanator, including his encounter with one on his first day in Pandora. To think of his baby girl in that same situation . . .

It took all of his willpower to suppress his growl. "I need names."

When you hesitated, Jake cupped your face, once again. "Y/N. Names."

"Daddy, I don't want this to turn into a huge situation," you begged.

"The moment these punks put their hands on you," Jake replied, his tone growing fierce, "It turned into a situation. That's not even mentioning them putting you in a life-or-death situation for their own amusement."

You flinched briefly at Jake's raised voice, feeling more tears coming on. He immediately caught it and softened his expression.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby, shhhh," he hushed you, pulling you to him again, "I'm not upset with you, sweetheart. I'm just highly upset with these punks, and this whole situation."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, digging your face into his hair. "Shhhh," he hushed you again, cupping your head, "I'm just so glad that you told me. This ends now."

Noticing that you were still shaking harshly from your sobs, Jake squeezed you tighter. "I just need the names, babygirl, and then you won't have to worry about this again. Your mother, your brothers, and I, will take care of it."

Nodding into the crook of his neck, you raised your lips to his ear, reciting the names of everyone who had wronged you. Jake took in every word, committing each name to memory.

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[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"

[yawntutsyip]

Rotxo x Ao’nung’s Twin Sister

Warnings: Not proof read, super messy,

AN: This was just something a came up for a story but I’m too lazy to write it out 🤭❤️ also Rotxo has been on my mind 😦 feeling like giggling and kicking my feet he’s so precious

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You always hung out with Ao’nung and Rotxo with their friends.

Rotxo always thought you were pretty and would blush every time he saw you

He also tends to talk about you or bring you up because your always on his mind

“Oh look at these shell I found at the bottom, aren’t these (Y/N)’s favorite?

“This fruit is delicious, do you think (Y/N) would like some?”

Ao’nung was not oblivious, he saw right through Rotxo, knowing he had a thing for his sister.

Ao’nung at first didn’t like it because ew gross my sister? and she’s so annoying how could you like her? There’s better girls

Plus there was the hidden protective brother in him that he hides

But he knows Rotxo would treat you well, he trust Rotxo as that is his best friend

One day he was sitting down with Rotxo as they were sharpening spears and decided this would be a good time to bring it up

“Rotxo…do you like my sister?”

Rotxo was shocked, had he been that obvious? Did you know?!? Was Ao’nung gonna be mad?

Rotxo searched Ao’nung’s face for any frown or a hint of anger but there was nothing but a calm look

Finally mustering up the courage he told Ao’nung yes,

“I like (Y/N)…she is the most beautiful Metkayina girl I have ever laid my eyes on. Since day once of meeting you guys I feel in love with her and all her little quirks she has. (He went on more to talk about you)

Ao’nung was like Rotxo shut up that’s gross I don’t want to hear you talk about my sister like that.

Ao’nung also was like, since your my bro and I’m also tired of having my sister moan and groan about being lonely I’ll help you ig 😒

They came up with a plan together, they set up a whole thing with flower petals and cut fruit and candles and shit (it was cute)

Ao’nung is gonna distract his parents while he has Tsireya sneak you out to go meet Rotxo

Rotxo will be waiting and confess is undying love

THEN BAM KISS KISS MUAH YOUR TOGETHER

Yeah, so that’s how they thought is was gonna go..

When Ao’nung was trying to distract his parents Tsireya had already been passed out 💀 she was tired so then he switched up and was like

Actually you know how responsible (Y/N) is? Like you should have her to take a walk, ACTUALLY I WILL take my lovely sister on a walk let us have some bonding time yeah?

They were like “bond here. Wtf? It’s late”

Yeah this wasn’t working.

Rotxo has been sitting there holding the flowers he had picked for you in hand.

“where the heck are they? I’ve been here for 20 mins now… Oh no!? Did (Y/N) not want to come and meet me?”

POOR BABY

Your parents were fed up with Ao’nungs ranting about random shit tryna come up with a good reason as to why you need to go out this late so they were like boy if you don’t stfu and tell us that trouble your tryna get up into

At this point Ao’nung was fed up too because he was like DAMN CAN WE JUST LEAVE? THERES SOMETHING IMPORTANT ABOUT TO HAPPEN

But they were all interrupted by Rotxo coming in with a sad pout “BEFORE ANY WORDS ARE SPOKEN I MUST TALK!”

“(Y/N) I can’t hide my feelings forver from you, you mean the world to me and I don’t want our friendship to be ruined. I’m sorry that I love you but please if you would like we can forget about all this and continue being friends.” He was talking his heart out.

Your whole family just stood there shocked.

You were blushing like crazy and go up to hug Rotxo, you also had a crush on him

Yea the whole “my brothers best friend” troupe

“Rotxo what are you talking about I didn’t say anything yet, I like you too!”

He was like “what really?!”

Ao’nung was mad cuz they literally had to come up with a whole ass plan only for y’all to just be like “yo I like you” “I like you to”

ANWAYS he was just happy y’all were together now

But he was still disgusted

Also your parents approved of it because they knew how much of a good boy Rotxo is

The end

[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.

[dreamer213]

Broken Machines: Between Shadows

Chapter 7: Wandering with you.

Clothes lay scattered across her bed as Penny searched through her closet. The night Whitley texted her they’d spent hours after dinner planning this meet-up. Jacques was heading out again and the weather was going to be nice all weekend, so they’d have plenty of time to spend together. Whitley had been cooped up in the manor for a while, so Penny had suggested they go to the park and get some fresh air together.

Penny: I know a nice one nearby. It has an ice rink, a big playground, and some picnic tables. We can go ice skating and get lunch from one of the street vendors!

She proposed, Whitley ruminated on the suggestion for a moment. He hadn’t been to a park in over a decade but the thought of skating with Penny did tickle his fancy too much to refuse.

Whitley: Should I bring my own skates?

He quips with a smile. With the location picked out and a time frame sorted the only thing left to do for Penny was pick out an outfit! It wasn’t too cold out but there was still snow on the ground so pants or leggings would be best if she was going to be doing physical activities. Being a skirt lover Penny looked through all her causal clothes for a suitable one, as she searched, she recalled the stylish cold-weather outfit she’d picked up at Stellar oh so long ago. Putting the pieces together and looking them over as set Penny decides to swap out the yellow boots for her brown winter boots so she can be steady on her feet instead of risking stumbling while breaking in the higher heels. She also switches out the compass-themed accessories for her silver brooch to better match her deep blue blouse. She dawns her outfit then checks herself out in the mirror and after a few adjustments everything looks great. Now on to hair, since she’s gonna be active a simple high ponytail works fine. And as a final touch, she applies a coat of cherry lipgloss to her lips, a little something she picked up at the store earlier in the week. It’s a small touch that adds a lovely little shine to her appearance.

With that Penny’s ready to go, placing her necessities into the large pockets of her coat and heads downstairs. Her dad had gone up to the academy to help run some diagnostics on the mechas stationed at the border earlier that day, so Penny locks up the house before leaving. She practically skips all the way to the station and seems to sway as she stays outside waiting for Whitley.

Whitley himself was just as excited, sitting on the train bound for the lower city. He’d dressed a little more carefully this time, adding a blue and gray plaid sweater vest and low leather boots to his ensemble along with a satchel. Inside this satchel was a pair of ice skates, ones he hadn’t used in some time but luckily still fit. He’d spent more than an hour the night before checking and prepping them for today. After browbeating Mary into sneaking him the needed material, Whitley had polished the skates to perfection and even sharpened up the blades to ensure they’d been in peak form. He holds them tightly in his lap as the train car slowly comes to a stop at its destination.

Stepping out onto the platform and into the station Whitley wades through the crowd to the exit. He debates trying to sneak up on Penny again but is spotted before he can come to a decision.

Penny: Hey! Over here!

She calls out, waving him over from the closet street corner. Whitley turns and bolts straight for her, throwing the satchel straps over one shoulder as he goes straight for a hug. As soon as they make contact Whitley lays his head in the crack of Penny’s and breathes in deep. Taking in her essence and breathing out all the stress he’d been storing, Whitley feels instantly lighter. Her soothing presence and comforting scent putting him completely at ease. Penny wraps her arms around his shoulder and neck, giggling a little when his hair tickles her cheek.

Whitley: Gods, I missed you.

He whispers sweetly, Penny’s cheeks heat up as she responds in kind.

Penny: Missed you too.

After a long embrace they part, Whitley stealing another longing glaze and immediately notices the tent of pink on Penny’s lips.

Whitley: What’s this?

He asks, grasping Penny’s chin with his hand and tilting it upwards to get a better look. The gloss shimmers as Whitley holds a teasing finger right under her bottom lip.

Whitley: Is this-(chuckles)-are you wearing makeup?

Penny: J-just some lipgloss.

She stammers in response, face glowing beet red as she gently pushes Whitley’s hand away. He smirks at her reaction and then holds out an arm to her.

Whitley: Shall we?

Penny links her arm with his with a soft smile and they two begin their trek to the park. Thankfully it doesn’t take long as Penny guides them through the quickest route. The park itself looks like a stretch of pathways surrounded by deep snow, grass barely peeking out from the depths of it. There’s hardly anyone around besides some elderly people sitting on benches, playing chess on the public boards, or feeding the few flocks of birds that congregate in the area. Some wave as they pass when they notice Penny, a few inquiring about the young man she’s with. Phrases like “Who’s this?” “Is he a friend of yours?” “Is that your boyfriend?” and more are repetitively hurdled at Penny as they walk through the park. She brushes them off and tries to hurry past to avoid more prying while Whitley quietly chuckles under his mask, playfully waving back as they wade through the wave of nosy old people. Eventually, they reach their destination, the ice rink and playground.

The playground was nothing remarkable, just a metal jungle gym, some swings, seesaws, and monkey bars. Children were playing about all over the place, all dressed in thick winter coats that hardly seemed to slow down the running, jumping, and playing as the little ones enjoyed the snow-covered landscape. Opposite to that was the equally bustling ice rank where the older parkgoers make their best attempts at skating around the rink. Most just do careful rotations while others try to pull off tricks. Couples young and old hold hands as they skate together, teens do dumb tricks that raise the ire of the custodians working who promptly yell at them to knock it off and children hold on to training frames as their parent helps them get the hang of things.

Penny’s eyes shine in excitement at the sight of so many people out enjoying the day, meanwhile, Whitley is less than impressed. This was honestly the shabbiest rink he’d ever seen, completely outdoors with loaner skates that had been in circulation for five years at the least and a main building that most likely hadn't been renovated in the last decade. But seeing Penny’s excitement he pushes all that aside, as long as she’s happy and at his side the venue doesn’t matter.

Whitley: So, you ready to go skating or-

Penny: Yes!

She interrupts him, eagerness practically beaming off her.

Whitley: Okay then little miss go-getter, why don’t you go get some skates and I’ll meet you on the rink?

Penny: Okay! I’ll be right back! Don’t start without me!

She exclaimed joyfully before running off to the counter to borrow a pair of skates. Getting in line with others Penny waits patiently for her turn as others ahead of her get their skates and head to the ice.

Rink Attendant: Next.

The attendant calls as the last person in front of Penny steps out of the way, letting her move up to the front.

Penny: Hello! I like to borrow a pair of ice skates, please!

She asks, the slightly disinterested teen attendant gives her half a gaze before pushing a clipboard with the sigh in form over to her but pauses when he realizes who’s in front of him.

Rink Attendant: What the-are you are-are you the flying huntress lady? Penny, right?

Penny: Yes, that’s me.

Rink Attendant: Holy crap, you’re like a local hero! My little cousin is crazy about you, he won’t shut up about seeing you around town!

Penny: Aw, really? What’s his name?

Rink Attendant: Georgy.

Penny thinks for a moment, combing through her memories for a child with that name. And soon she finds it, recalling the face of a particularly excitable little boy among one of the groups of children she sees almost daily.

Penny: Oh, little Georgy. He should be turning seven this month, right?

Rink Attendant: Yeah, tomorrow actually! How’d you know?!

Penny: He told me the last time I helped his class cross the street to their elementary school, he was passing out invitations while in line. Please tell him I said happy birthday.

Rink Attendant: I will trust me I will! So, what did you need again?

Penny: Ice skates, please.

Rink Attendant: Alright, alright, what’s your shoe size?

Penny: Six and a half.

Rink Attendant: Okay, just put down your first and last name and your scroll number here and I’ll be right back with your skates.

Penny: Okay.

Penny notes down her name and number while the attendant goes over to the rack of skates and finds a pair in her size. After a few minutes, he returns and puts the skates on the counter.

Rink Attendant: Here you go, just remember to bring them back when you’re done.

Penny: Of course, thank you.

Penny grabs the skates and turns to walk away, as she’s leaving the attendant calls out to her.

Joey: Be the way my name’s Joey!

He half shouts, the attendant at the snack bar shaking her head disapprovingly. Penny, being no stranger to gaining admiration from her citizens, looks back at him and smiles.

Penny: Thanks again, Joey. I promise to return these in the best state possible.

She beams before running back over to the rink. Going up to the opening closest to the entrance, Penny spots Whitley standing in wait, holding onto the side while wearing his skates. He notices her approaching and waves her over.

Whitley: There you are, I thought you’d gotten lost again.

Penny: Sorry, the line was longer than I expected, I also met a relative of a fan of mine and made some light conversation.

Whitley: A fan? I didn’t know I was dating a celebrity.

He jests, Penny giggles at his joke as she sits down and removes her shoes.

Penny: I’m not a celebrity say per se, just very active in the protection of the city and the safety of its citizens. People took notice of my efforts and appreciate me for it.

Whitley: I see. So aside from being a great student, model soldier, and an amazing partner, you’re also a pillar of your community. Is there anything you can’t do?

He states with a wink, garnering another giggle as well as a blush from Penny while she pulls the skates onto her feet and starts tying the laces. Looking between them it’s obvious Whitley’s skates are the superior pair. White leather, in perfect condition with blades sharp enough to cut through the ice like butter. Meanwhile, Penny’s loaners were a worn dingy brown color that had clearly seen better days, the blades being the only saving grace on them. Penny is far too excited to notice or care about that whole Whitley silently contemplates getting her a pair as a gift for the next time they go skating. But before he can start thinking about what color she’d prefer; Penny gets up and attempts to stand in her skates.

Penny: Okay, they’re on! Now let’s-Whoa!

But she quickly loses her balance, Whitley quickly moving forward to catch her arm and help her stand up straight before she can fully tumble to the ground. Holding onto his arm, Penny has trouble keeping her footing on the thin blades.

Whitley: Easy, easy, just take it one step at a time.

Whitley advises, holding onto to Penny with on arm and the side of the rink with the other. Penny nods cautiously and slowly starts taking baby steps toward the rink, never letting Whitley’s hand go for a second. Her excitement quickly turns to nervousness as Penny’s never felt this unsteady on her feet before, legs shaking with apprehension at every step. She moves at a snail’s pace, inch by inch, and watches her feet until she’s right up against Whitley at the entrance to the rink. Seeing the tension in her movements Whitley gently steps back onto the ice and takes her other hand in his, gently guiding her out with him.

Whitley: Penny.

He calls, trying to distract her from her fear but it goes unheard.

Whitley: Penny!

He repeats, this time more forcefully. This does manage to grab her attention as Penny’s graze jerks up from the ground and onto Whitley.

Whitley: Keep your head up. You can’t see where you’re going if you keep looking down like that.

Penny: O-okay.

Whitley: Good, now relax. If you’re stiffen up like that, you’ll lock your knees and fall.

Penny: O-okay, okay.

Penny takes a few deep breaths and tries to relax her body, still holding onto Whitley as they stand on the ice. Once she stops shaking and her breathing evens out Whitley continues.

Whitley: Calm now?

Penny: Yeah.

Whitley: Great…Are you ready to try and move?

Penny hesitates for a moment, looking down at her feet again before looking back at Whitley. He seems so calm; his gaze is so soft as he stares at her, and his hands caress her arms gently. His demeanor is just so serene and comforting Penny wanted to dive straight into his arms and hold him close. But being in public and knowing she’d never get skating if she did, with a look of pure determination Penny nods yes.

Whitley: Okay. First things first, put your dominant foot forward.

Penny nods and cautiously puts her right foot forward.

Whitley: Okay, now I need you to lean your weight towards me and push forward.

Penny: Just move forward on only one foot?

She asks starting back down at her feet then looks back up, her nerves clearly getting to her again. Whitley, overcome with compassion and worry, tries to reassure her.

Whitley: It doesn’t have to be much, just do whatever you’re comfortable with. You can hold onto me for leverage, and make sure to raise your other foot as push off.

Penny: Okay.

Penny takes a big deep breath in, shuts her eyes, and pushes forward, Whitley moving backward to match her step. When she realizes she hasn’t fallen yet, opens her eyes and peeks around to see that she is still standing. Relieved and reassured Penny looks to Whitley with a smile, as if asking to take another step.

Whitley: Now the other.

He chimes, encouraging her to keep moving. She pushes off on her left foot and they move forward a bit. Feeling more confident, Penny keeps moving forward, her stripes getting bigger as they go. Through this, Whitley continues to hold her, moving backward at her pace with ease. As they skate along the long side of the rink Penny grows more comfortable and relaxes into the rhythm of their movements. It’s smooth sailing until they close in on one of the bends, Whitley looking back ahead of them to see how close they are to the curve.

Whitley: Okay, we’re coming up on a turn.

Penny: Oh no!

Penny’s eyes dilate with fear, but Whitley quickly reassures her.

Whitley: It’s okay. Just gently lean your weight away from the curve, I’ll help you balance.

Penny: Are you sure I won’t fall?!

Whitley: I promise you won’t, trust me.

Penny nods and as they hit the turn, she leans with Whitley, and they glide around the rounded edge of the rink. As they drift Penny stares into Whitley’s eyes, they glimmer with absolute admiration and trust as they gaze into hers. The look gives her peace of mind as they reach the other end of the curve.

Whitley: There we go. Now straight back up.

He chirps, causing Penny to giggle as they straighten out again. They glide around the rink a few times until Penny seems comfortable with her skating, only then does Whitley let go of one of Penny’s hands and skate alongside her. As they drift leisurely across the ice, Penny can’t help but gaze at the other skaters. Specifically, she looks in awe of the more seasoned ice dancers practicing their craft nearby. One girl, in particular, grabs her attention as the dancer moves closer to the center of the rink and performs a lay-back spin. The girl arches beautifully as twirls in one skate, tutu over her thermos haloing her waist as she spins. This display garners the amusement and astonishment of many on the rink, including Penny who releases of Whitley’s hand to applaud her. Seeing her attention taken off him, Whitley feels a tiny tinge of jealousy.

Whitley: It’s not that impressive, her execution was poor, and she could barely keep her form for more than a few seconds. I could do better.

He really could, Whitley was well-versed in the art of figure skating. Having spent years being trained by many master skaters alongside Weiss and Winter as part of their formative education. His skill was a performance level and though he hardly used this skill the training had been so intense most of the move set he was taught had been committed to muscle memory. And with a glint of playfulness in his eyes, Whitley moves away from Penny and towards the inner parts of the rink. Penny reaches out to with a confused expression on her face but Whitley just shots her wink and strides onward.

Whitley opens up his coat and increases his speed as he does a half routine around the rink before turning around and doing a backflip, landing elegantly on one leg. He then slides into a camel spin, upper body and left leg up in a horizontal position as he spins with his right. Once he spins out Whitley skates backward for a good distance until he builds up the momentum for a waltz jump into a double salchow then a triple axel.

Penny watches on in pure amazement, as do many of the other skaters on the rink. Seeing these reactions Whitley goes further and shows off his best footwork before capping his performance with a layback spin that folded into a sitting spin. There’s a small round of applause from the onlookers, Penny being the most enthusiastic as she fights the urge to jump up and down while clapping her heart out. Whitley notes her eagerness as he takes a dramatic bow before skating back to her side.

Penny: That was amazing!!!

Whitley: Thank you.

He says with a smirk, relishing in the brilliant sparkles of astonishment in Penny’s eyes.

Penny: I knew you were a good dancer, but this is a completely different art!

Whitley: Figure skating is a common aristocratic hobby in cold climates and as a child of affluence I’ve been in skates as long as I’ve been in dancing shoes.

Penny: Really?! Are there any other hidden talents you haven’t told me about?

She asks both teasingly and curiously, her sense of wonder greatly perked at the discovery of her boyfriend’s ice-dancing prowess.

Whitley: Of course, there are. But where’s the fun in just telling you?

He chirps before skating away, Penny following close behind. Their conversation continues as they glide around the rink.

Penny: So how many are there?

Whitley: Of what?

Penny: Your talents I don’t know.

Whitley: Hmm, hard to say. There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me and I’m not too keen to share them yet.

Penny: Can you a least give me an estimate?

Whitley: And ruin the mystic of our relationship? Never!

He spouts in a fake dramatic tone, faux gobsmacked look, and his face and hand over his heart to aid his theatrics. Penny sighs and presses on.

Penny: Are you really that unwilling to tell, or do you just not trust me to know?

Whitley: What?

Penny: It’s okay if that’s why, I understand your reasoning. Just because we’ve grown close to each other doesn't mean that our trust in each other is absolute.

Whitley: Wait, that's not it at all!

He stops dead in his tracks, halting Penny in hers, and the two stand face-to-face on the ice.

Whitley: Look, Penny, there’s just-(sigh)-there’s a lot of things going on at home for right now and there’s a lot of history there I just…I just don’t think you’re ready to know just yet.

Penny: I…I know.

Whitley: I do trust you, Penny. I love being that I can be myself, my true self with you. And while I’d love to tell you…everything about me there’s just…

Whitley sighs, the weight of all the horrors in his life becoming unbearably heavy as he tries to speak. He takes her hands in his, holding them tenderly as he gazed directly onto her eyes.

Whitley: There are just some things that are better left unsaid for the time being.

Penny: I-I…uh..

Penny’s breath hitches and she feels a chill up her spine. She knew Whitley had his secrets, Penny had her own, but with all the understanding and kindness he’d given her, she couldn't help the cloud of guilt that hung over her head. And knowing now that it was only a matter of in when not if made that cloud hung more like a guillotine’s blade, the rope holding it up slowly being cut away by Whitley’s continued earnestly.

How ironic, the girl who could tell no lies was suddenly terrified by incoming truths.

Seeing the uncertainty on her face Whitley reaches up to caress one of her cheeks, concerned that he’d accidentally hit a sore spot for her.

Whitley: I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-

Penny: Hey, can you teach me some of your skating moves?!

Penny asks her face lit up with normal joyous enthusiasm, all hints of worry seemingly blasting themselves off her in a fraction of a second. Whitley is taken aback at the tone shift, usually, he’s the one to cut the conversation when things got too heavy but today Penny had beaten him to the punch.

Whitley: Really?

Penny: Yes! I really want to try the spins! They looked so fun!

Whitley: Well, those aren’t beginner-level tricks. Maybe we can try something simpler like a bunny hop.

Penny: Bunny hop? What’s that?!

Whitley demonstrates, doing a little hop from one place to another without losing balance. Penny’s immediately invested and soon their date turns into a short beginner ice skating lesson. The tense of their previous discussion dies down but the sting of it lingers as both try hard to push passed it. After a couple of hours on the rink, it's lunchtime. Penny turns in her skates, Joey assisting her again and tries to slide her a small slip of paper with his number on it, but Whitley’s quick hands and icy gaze dashes the attempted flirt before Penny can even notice. With that settled the couple considered their options, Penny volunteering the snack bar as the quick and easy pick. Whitley quickly rejects this on the ground that their hot chocolate was made with mostly hot water and the condiment dispenser looked like it hadn't been cleaned in weeks which Penny agrees with. So they go with the original plan, cart vendors. One of the things Soltais was prided on, especially when it came to tourism, was its status as a winter wonderland. Beautiful snow fell often, meaning there was always a chance for winter games and winter foods that the rest of the world only enjoyed in mass during their cold seasons. This extended to food vendors all over both cities, and with it being lunchtime Penny and Whitley don’t have to go far to find some. Carts serving mini meat pies, hot sandwiches, soups, and many more warm delights were common places in parks and shopping areas in Mantle. And being in the lower city on a weekend meant some interesting vendors could be found. Foreign vendors from all over the globe would petal their offerings around heavily populated areas in both but Mantle’s were known for being both convenient and inexpensive without a loss in taste.

With no lack of options, Penny and Whitley wander for a moment, searching for something good to eat. In their searching, the cries of one particular vendor catches Penny’s attention.

Vendor: Corn Dog! Nice Thick, Hot, and Cheesy Mistrial Style Corn Doges!

He cries, Penny looks over at his setup and is a little surprised. It’s larger than the normal hotdog stands, with a pot of batter and a fryer built into it along with a session for toppings which themselves are unusual. Sliced potatoes, crushed-up spicy chips, even corn cereal and sugar. It’s only when the next person in line for the stand orders does Penny understands the big difference between this corn dog and a regular one as the vendor reaches into the small refrigerator and pulls out two long chopsticks both skewered with half with a beef sausage and half mozzarella cheese. After the vendor dunks the skewers into the batter and spins them around to gather up a good coat, he drops them right into the boiling fry oil. The smell the frying gives off is oddly sweet, almost like a donut, which draws Penny in even more. Once the pair is done cooking the vendor pulls them out and places them on paper serving boats before sprinkling on sugar and spraying on lines of ketchup and mustard. The sight is mouth-watering, and the very easily excitable Penny can’t help but Whitley over to share her discovery. Whitley is…less than eager about her findings, he hadn’t really had junk food in years and honestly was too well-versed in nutrition to actively seek it out. But the smell coming off the stand was delightful, and he was already breaking many of his father’s rules just by being here, so what’s the harm in having a little treat?

They get in line and order two, one regular and one with potatoes, and sit down at a nearby bench to eat. Penny takes the original style while Whitley has the potato fried, as per usual Penny blows on her to cool it before her excitement and takes a premature bite. It’s hot, crunchy, and gooey as her teeth break through the crust and into the melted cheese underneath. The condiments give it a multilayered undertone as the sugar combines with the tangy ketchup and mustard. It’s a wonderful flavor mix, dancing on Penny’s tongue as she buffs and puffs to cool it down before swallowing. Hungry and entranced by Penny’s display of enjoyment Whitley also takes a hesitant bite. At first, there’s an odd sense of nostalgia as his taste buds are hit with a familiar flavor. It’s potato fritters, something his mother would sneak him and his sisters when they went out with her father before he became too ill to get out of bed. It’s a comforting flavor that is only amplified by the cheese and condiments. As they eat, Penny accidentally gets a nice cheese stretch going as she pulls back from a bite. Intrigued she pulls it further away only for the stringy cheese to stretch longer and longer. The feat amuses her greatly and she turns to show Whitley the silly situation she’s in.

Penny: Hmm!

She mutters, holding the other end of the cheese rope in her mouth while holding the source in Whitley’s face to see. Whitley chuckles at the ridiculous mess she’s made then without even two seconds of thought he bites off the other end from the corndog and sucks the string of cheese into his mouth. Now connected to her by a thin thread of mozzarella Whitley immediately started eating the cheese, carefully gnawing so the string wouldn't break as he got closer and closer to Penny’s mouth. Said girl is completely stunned by yet another bold move from her boyfriend, only regaining her sense when his lips are only centimeters from touching hers. Once out of her trance, Penny bites down hard, cuts the string from her end, and slurs up the remaining cheese. Whitley smirked at her shyness and finished off the rest of his half of the string before continuing to eat his corn dog.

Once lunch is over, they play in the snow for a bit. Penny rolls up big balls of snow for the snowman while Whitley gathers sticks and stones to decorate it. He smoothes out some of the shapes while Penny stacks the snow and they put the face on together. The first is a nicely made traditional snowman, minus the black top hat, festive scarf, and carrot nose.

Whitley: And he’s done. Not too bad for a locally sourced snowman if I do say so myself.

Penny: He looks so good, there’s hardly any big lumps or cracks in him either!

Whitley: You're welcome, smoothing him out without damaging his structure wasn’t easy but I think he was worth the effort.

Penny: Thank you for your contribution, Whitley, I really appreciate it. Now what do we name him?

Whitley: I’m not sure, mind throwing out some suggestions?

Penny: Hmm.

Penny thinks for a moment, names were a very subjective topic. The standard changes depending on what was being named. Animals could be named after people, food, and objects due to being living creatures but objects were significantly less emotionally precious to be given such monikers. Most often an object is named in relation to what it is. Racking her brain for everything snow-related, Penny comes up with a short list of possible names.

Penny: Snowdrop?

Whitley: That’s a little too feminine for a snowman.

Penny: Snowburg?

Whitley: I believe that’s the name of festive festive-themed glass workshop.

Penny: Snowdust?

Whitley: That’s the street name of at least three different illegal substances.

Penny: Oh.

Penny pauses again, trying her hardest to come up with something suitable for the lovely snow pal she’d created with her beloved. It had to be something memorable to commemorate the moment so she expanded her perimeters. And after several moments of silent contemplation, Penny finally decides what to name the snowman.

Penny: How about…. Lord Snowington!

She announces, proud of her choice as her boyfriend looks at her completely bewildered by her name choice.

Whitley..., Excuse me, could you repeat that?

Penny: His name is Lord Snowington!

Whitley: And what spurred this name into being?

Penny: Well, he’d made of snow but very well-crafted, so I gave him the Lord title and added the ington on as it’s commonly associated with people of wealth and higher standing.

She explains. Whitley takes a moment to absorb this information and finds himself laughing at Penny’s absurd reasoning. It was so on theme for her to use such sound logic in the most bizarre ways.

Whitley: I see. (chuckles) Well Lord Snowington it is then!

With that, their creation is dubbed Lord Snowington, and the pair soon decide he needs a companion. Unfortunately, by the time they begin building the second one a group of young teenagers, most like middle schoolers, have taken notice of their work and aim to ruin the fun. Without prompting one throws a snowball directly at the snowman’s head, only to be intercepted by Penny’s incredible speed.

Penny; Hey! Leave our snowman alone.

She shouts, holding the attempted means of snow destruction in her hand. The malicious juveniles take her stance as a challenge and quickly start gathering up snow.

Whitley: Looks like they want a fight.

Penny: I can see that, are you okay with engaging in light combat?

Whitley: Well, I haven’t thrown a snowball in years, but I wouldn’t mind giving it a try. Besides they’ve disrespected Lord Snowington, and that can’t stand.

Penny: Okay, then get ready for battle!

She cries before digging down to the ground and making her own snow ammunition. Penny had always wanted to have a snowball fight and she wasn’t gonna waste the chance to cut losses. Soon it’s an all-out war! The middle schoolers start hurling snowballs at the couple, their aim isn’t the best and their form is clumsy but they’re giving it their all. Despite being outnumbered both Penny and Whitley are quick-footed and coordinated enough to dodge the onslaught. When the opportunity to strike back comes Penny stands firm with direct attacks, throwing snowballs at those closest by while she guards Lord Snowington. Whitley takes a stealthier approach, compacting his snowballs to be steadier and aiming for weak points like stomach and legs to trip up their already messy formation.

In the end, the middle schoolers admit defeat and take off, Lord Snowington still standing in the aftermath. By the time Whitley has to get going they’ve made a little snow family, Lord Snowington Lady Snowington, their daughter Valley, and their pet snow bunny Carrot. Penny waves their snow friends goodbye as they leave the park, hoping they might last long enough to see again the next time she patrols the area. As they walk back to the station Whitley feels a wave of fatigue washes over him, all the physical activity draining the commonly sedentary young man. It’s been so long since he’d had that much fun while being so active his usual sluggishness is replaced by a more fulfilled sense of tiredness. Still, his body cries for rest and yawns, Whitley reaching up to cover his mouth on reflex only to be met by the fabric of his mask over his skin. Penny giggles at his clumsy moment and Whitley responds by playfully pinching her cheek as they continue walking.

This was bliss to him, being fun and silly with someone who loved and cared for him. Though it did make going back up even harder, sometimes just looking at her made Whitley want to stay and never look back. But he knew the consequences that would bring, and he had goals to fulfill before he could truly act as he wished.

Whitley: Just a little longer. Two more years at the most and less than that if I can find a big enough weak point to exploit until I’m of age.

Whitley muses as he bids Penny farewell before walking into the train station. He looks back once before going through the entrance, being graced with the view of Penny still waving him goodbye, an innocent smile bright on her face and eyes full of warmth. What a shame that she fell for someone like him, a person tangled up in a world so bleak it was eating him alive. What would she think of him if she knew the things he’d witnessed? How would she see him if she knew of the monsters in his company more often than not? What would she do if she knew what he was willing to do for his freedom and how much he’d already done for it? Whitley didn’t know but deep down he was sure that the less she knew of his true nature the better.

Whitley: Hopefully I can keep this clean enough to stay with her. Getting blood on those soft hands would be too cruel.

He thinks, marching towards the platform for his train, apathetic towards his departure back to the he he calls home. Still, the lingering scent of Penny on his clothes and the warmth her visage gave him was enough to keep him sane. He’d call her again tonight and the next morning, missing her every second until they met again. It was a torturous cycle but far kinder than any other he’d experienced. And for Whitley, that was more than enough.

[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!”>

   -

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

[giggly-squiggily]

hi squiggily! After reading the Angie Yonaga tickle hcs, im curious if you could do some Rantaro tickle hcs? have a good day/night, and stay hydrated :D

Since we've got two V3 Requests, I'm gonna go ahead and combine them! I've gotcha covered, anons! :D

Under the cut for length :D

Rantaro Amami

- Mister Avocato! (Thanks...) My man just RADIATES ler energy. I mean- look at that little smile of his? He's got mischief all over!

- Even at his laziest, his tickles are absolutely killer. He’s got the perfect balance of pressure and speed that leaves whomever he’s tickling breathless and giggly. He has so many sisters- his skills have sharpened immensely throughout the years with them.

- He’s really good at teasing people. “Oh, does it tickle? Describe it.” “You want me to stop? Alright- but you’ll have to convince me.” “Come now, don’t tell me you’re not having fun.” He’s also a fan of the slow creep up to his lee’s worst spots before pulling his hands back, repeating the process for maximum anticipation.

- He’s not super ticklish, but his lower ribs and hips are decent spots to go for if your trying to hear that deep laugh of his. He’s more prone to feathery tickles, so gentle tracing on those spots are guaranteed to make him squirm. He’s also got ticklish ears- they’re especially sensitive to tickle bites.

- Aftercare with Rantaro is top tier. My guy’s got you covered for just about anything. Water or some other drink? He’s got you. Food? He’ll make you a snack. Just want cuddles and back rubs? He’ll play with your hair and help you relax as your compose yourself. If you just want someone to sit with, he’ll happily stay around and chat. Whatever you need, he’s got you covered.

Himiko Yumeno

- Maaaagic~ *jazz hands* My girl! Himiko gives me big Lee energy- she’s not the type to really fight back or run away from tickling. She’ll threaten to curse you, but overall she just kinda lays back and takes it.

- Her worst spot is beneath her chin. She gets all scrunched up and giggly if you tickle her there. She’s also got a ticklish belly that if you poke and prod at she’ll kick her feet while squealing. Really- tickling her is the only way to get any “energy” from this apathetic witch.

- Please bring that up! Teasing does wonders on her. “Come on, Himiko, give us a smile!” “You're usually so lazy, look at you all hyper and giggly!” “Aww, what a cutie you are! Come on, let me hear those giggles of yours!” Tenko especially loves tickling her- she finds her reaction to it heartwarming.

- Her giggle fits are gremlin like- so much so they put Koichi’s laugh to shame. Lots of “Hehehehehehe!”s and “Hohohohohoohoho’s” to be found here! She’s kinda embarrassed by how it sounds, and will get even more embarrassed if you point it out.

- Post tickles turn her either into an absolute slug or a rampet beast seeking revenge. If the first, she’ll kinda lay there and stew in her pout, slowly returning to her apathetic ways until she’s too lazy to stay mad. If the second; run. All that pent up energy’s gotta come out, and your her next target. Despite her attitude towards most things, she’s rather good at finding tickle spots- using sleight of hand- *ahem* Maaaagic~ to summon feathers and tools- anything she can use to utterly destroy whomever dared tickle her.

Thanks for reading! :D

[dracoqueen22]

BlorboWriMo 2024 - Day Three

Dart wakes to a kiss on each cheek, and while that’s a good reason to open his eyes, he groans and tries to ignore it. 

“No. Sleep,” he mumbles, keeping his eyes firmly closed. 

“No. Get up,” says Lysia as she nips at the edge of his finned ear. “Mission. Remember?” 

“Too early,” Dart grumbles and tries to turn away from her, but that just puts him in range of Lucas who drops a kiss on his nose, then his cheeks, then his jaw. 

“Get up,” Lucas rumbles, and then there are fingers digging into Dart’s ribs, relentless in their determination to drive out the last vestiges of sleep. 

Dart lasts for a handful of seconds before the giggles start. He squirms, trying to escape, but the twins work in tandem, as they so often do, and there’s nowhere to go. 

“Help! They’ve got me!” he shouts, and he can practically hear Weaver’s eye roll before she says, “Get up, Darvalon. We have work to do.” 

Clare, however, grabs Dart’s ankles and yanks. She pulls him right out of the bedroll, right out of the tangle of twin limbs, and right onto the freezing cold stone floor. Dart yelps as cold invades every sense, and he springs to his feet to limit the amount of contact. The rock is even more frigid in the early dawn hours, and though he hates socks with a passion, he suddenly wants several pairs. 

Clare smirks up at him, hands on her hips. “You’re the very picture of dignity, boss,” she drawls, mighty intimidating despite her small, mousling stature. Come to think of it, Dart’s never met a mousling who wasn’t intimidating. 

Small, but fierce seems to be the prevailing mousling trait. 

Dart’s skin still tingles from the impromptu tickling session. “I aim to inspire,” he says as his jaw stretches into a yawn he barely manages to cover. 

Lucas and Lysia start wrestling each other without Dart in the middle to serve as convenient target, so Clare shuffles over to them and delivers a sound kick to Lucas’ arse. 

Weaver’s already dressed and ready to go, perched on the bed and idly sharpening her knives. Probably pretending that she’s not surrounded by a bunch of children. Telemus sits next to her, sleepy-eyed and drowsy, but fully prepared for the mission. Side by side, it’s easy to see that they’re related. 

They’re both tall and a deep, deep blue, in deference to their Tsak heritage, with matching forehead tusks of thick, blunt juts to either side of their temples. Telemus has the upright ears of his bunelf father, but they both have dark hair, though Weaver’s is now peppered with grey. 

Dart needs to get his own arse in gear, so he stumbles over to his bedroll and belongings, pulling out his clothes and armor. It’s kind of piecemeal, since he’d come up to Dryland with practically nothing. He’d scavenged bits of armor from every Ori site he’d visited, and matched it up with things he’d found on the ocean floor. 

He’s most proud of the breastplate. He found it in the same wreck where he’d found Sirene, and it saved him from quite a few Templar blades. 

He pulls on socks, shoves his feet into boots that are a size too big, and retrieves Sirene from where he left her, strapping her into place on his left hip. 

“Right,” Sirene reminds him, and Dart dutifully swaps her place. He’s not used to bladed weapons. He’s always fought with his claws and his teeth back home, but here on Dryland, he needs more than that. 

He’s getting better. Sirene’s a great teacher. 

“You’re left handed, Dart,” she says. “I hang on the right so you can draw me quicker. Remember?” 

Technically, he’s ambidextrous, but Dart does favor the left. He says as much, and though he can’t see Sirene, he has the distinct impression she’s rolling her eyes. 

“What now, fearless leader?” Clare asks while Dart fights off another yawn and stretches his arms over his head, easing the kinks in his spine. 

“Breakfast,” Dart says. It’ll give him a chance to finish waking up and review the map to double-check their route. “Then we go?” 

“Then we go,” Weaver says. She’s the tallest of them with her Gigant heritage, having to duck to keep from slamming her head into the low ceiling. Even Telemus only comes up to her shoulders, with Lysia and Lucas half a head behind him. 

“To the kitchen!” Lysia declares with far too much energy for this time of day. She hooks her elbow around Lucas and drags him to the door. “I want pancakes, Lucas.” 

“You always want pancakes,” he grumbles, but he follows gamely along. 

Telemus brightens, for the first time looking his age. “I want pancakes,” he says, staring longingly in their direction. 

Weaver takes him by the shoulders and steers him toward the door. “Then go get pancakes, child. You don’t need permission.” She gives him a playful pat on the rump, an encouraging push out the door. “Go.” 

Mmm. Pancakes. One of the Drylander food that Dart has come to enjoy. They’re sweet and soft and kind of pillowy, like no other texture he’s ever experienced. There’s no such thing as pancakes in Undersea. 

Telemus hurries out the door, and Dart knows Lucas has no chance. He might be able to resist Lysia’s begging, but one look from Telemus’ big brown eyes, and Lucas will fold like a house of cards. 

“I’ll go make sure the kids get some nutrients, I guess,” Clare says. She hooks her bag over one shoulder and struts out the door like her tail isn’t lashing excitedly behind her. 

No one, apparently, can resist the draw of pancakes. 

“What about you, Weaver?” Dart grabs his own pack and runs a searching eye over the room. They always leave something beh – aha. A sock! 

He bends down and picks it up. He’s not sure whose sock it is. Or why someone only left one sock. Shouldn’t they have lost it in a pair? Dart shrugs and stuffs it in his pocket. It was probably Lysia. She’s always losing things. 

Weaver snorts and ducks out of the door. “I’m going to go get some pancakes, obviously.” Her great big laugh echoes in the stone hallway. 

Dart grins and follows. 

Breakfast is a lively affair. It reminds him of home, everyone gathered around and fighting for what’s available, even though there’s always plenty to go around. Lysia drowns her pancakes in syrup; Telemus cuts his with a knife and fork. Clare eats hers plain, and Weaver wraps pancakes around little sausages. 

Lucas complains bitterly the whole time, but then Telemus gives him a great big smile stained with syrup and butter as he says ‘thank you’ with complete sincerity, and Lucas folds, just like Dart thought he would. He’s such a softie. 

Weaver whips up a batch of death brew. She calls it coffee, but everyone says it’s strong enough to wake the dead, and if there’s one thing Dart’s come to love about Dryland, it’s coffee. He likes his plain, dark and bitter, but everyone else likes to dress theirs up with sweet cream. He even catches Telemus pouring maple syrup into his! Dart’s all for trying new things, but he doesn’t think he wants to try that one. 

“This mission should be a piece of pancake,” Lysia says around a mouthful of said treat. She sprays bits of batter across their makeshift table of several crates pulled together. 

Lucas rolls his eyes and shoves her forehead with the heel of his hand. “You’re so gross. Learn some manners.” 

Dart tilts his head. “I thought the phrase was ‘piece of cake’?” 

“It is. I think she’s making a joke,” Clare says. She’s had two cups of coffee, and Dart sees her eying the urn for a third, probably seeing if she can sneak it out from under Weaver’s guard. “Unfortunately for us, the twins are rarely funny.” 

“Excuse you, we’re hilarious,” they say in that odd way of talking at the same time they have that really unnerves a lot of people, Dart included. 

Lucas and Lysia grin and give each other a high five. 

“She is probably correct,” Weaver says, one arm hooked protectively around the coffee urn. “This is a simple enough task. I believe Dart and Clare are more than up to the challenge.” 

Lysia wipes syrup away with the back of her hand. “This is going to be boring. We’re going to stand around and do nothing.” 

“Isn’t that the point?” Telemus asks. He shrinks into himself when everyone looks at him, which is quite a feat considering how large he is. “If this goes to plan, then no one should have to fight.” 

Weaver grins and claps her grandson on the back, nearly pelting him forward. “That’s my boy! You’re right indeed. We can all celebrate if none of us have to draw a single blade.” 

“Boring,” Lysia and Lucas say before they dissolve into giggles, jostling each other with their elbows. It’s sure to turn into a scrap at the table if Dart lets it go for too long, but perhaps letting them work out some of their energy now is for the best. 

They’ve a long walk ahead of them. Then Dart has a long swim with Clare on his shoulders while the others stand guard and take care of any alarm Dart and Clare might have inadvertently activated. Hopefully, Clare can set the bomb and get back to Dart with none the wiser, leaving the Templar’s ship at the bottom of the ocean and Dart’s team to make a quiet getaway. 

It is, in the grand scheme of things, not a very urgent mission, but it is important. Every Templar ship they prevent from leaving, keeps the Templar from recruiting more allies or spreading their gospel further than this little slice of Lashore. 

They’ve already poisoned Aeotora with their nonsense. The Ori couldn’t bear to see anywhere else suffer under their regime. 

“Alright, that’s enough,” Weaver says with a thunderous clap of her palms. “Eat up, children. Time’s a wasting.” She relinquishes the last of the coffee to Clare’s grabby hands. “I’ll be out front. Having a smoke.” 

“I’ll clean up,” says Telemus, already leaping to his feet to do it. 

Dart intercepts the kid before he can start piling dishes into his hands. “I’ll clean up,” he says. Teach by example and all that. Besides, Telemus gets enough of the scut work. “Run and let them know we’re leaving, okay?” 

Is he avoiding his father? No. Of course not. Who said that? 

“You absolutely are avoiding your father,” Sirene says sweetly. She’d been quiet during breakfast, but Dart had felt her at the back of his mind, enjoying the camaraderie. “You don’t do well with embarrassment, do you?” 

Dart metaphorically waves her off. 

“Yes, sir,” says Telemus, and he scampers off before Dart can remind him – for what must be the fiftieth time – not to call him ‘sir’. It gives him the willies. 

Clare finishes off the coffee with a look that indicates she is much too old to have to participate in cleaning up, so Dart leaves her to it. He’s lucky to have such experienced persons on his team. Clare won’t work with just anyone, while Lucas and Lysia have been his friends practically since Dart came onto Dryland. They were the first to volunteer to work with him, and he’ll forever be grateful for that. 

“The pancakes were delicious,” he tells Lucas, planting a sloppy wet kiss on Lucas’ cheek in thanks. 

“Of course they were.” Lysia hooks her brother by the neck and drags him in for an embrace, ruffling his hair with her free hand. “He learned from the best.” 

“I learned from dad,” Lucas says. 

“I didn’t say you learned from me!” Lysia turns her playful neck grab into a half-hearted attempt at strangling her brother. “Quit embarrassing me in front of the captain.”

Mmm. Captain. Somehow, hearing Lysia call him captain feels a lot better than hearing Telemus call him sir. Maybe once this mission is over, he can see if she’d be willing to call him that while they’re fucking. 

But that’s a reward for later. For now, Dart has to clean up, get his unit is some semblance of order, and hit the road. There’s a Templar ship to destroy. 

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Cecil does not wake because he never slept. Dawn creeps over Shandara, early and frigid, and he’s dressed and ready before there’s a knock on the door. 

“Enter,” he calls as he finishes tying his hair into the high ponytail he prefers for combat. He’s armored, Vesper across his back, and hopes his lack of sleep does not show around his eyes. He’s already had to put enough concealer around his throat to hide the evidence of Seraphine’s passion. He doesn’t care to apply more. 

The door opens only enough for his second, Shively, to poke her long snout head inside. Shively is a Wulfen, and were they to stand side by side, she’d be able to look down on his head. She’s also broader, stronger, and faster, and yet, for some reason, she is perfectly content to serve as his second. 

Truthfully, Shively is the only one willing to serve as his second. Others will take the position if ordered, but no one volunteers. 

“I expected I’d have to wake you,” she says. Not because Cecil is prone to sleeping in, but because it is technically the duty of the second to be awake and prepared before their captain. 

“My apologies,” Cecil says. He doesn’t tell her that he never slept. Such a show of weakness is unbecoming, even to his second. “I’m sure preparations are complete. Have we any… issues?”

It’s the most diplomatic way to ask “was I assigned anyone who might prove to be difficult or cause problems because they don’t like me?”  

“Mortals are dumb,” Vesper comments, still a little miffed about their argument last night, but at least she’s talking again. “You are a lovely gemling that anyone would be lucky to befriend.”

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Day Three Word Count: 2365 Running Word Count: 6316