#so of course once learned about they had to give the spark a body

[transingthoseformers]

mtmte twitch. Discuss.

SO so so so so so

I feel like she's created on the Lost Light, ~somehow~, while Megatron is on board. Was it an accident, was it on purpose, if the latter then why? But I feel like the part where Twitch emotionally (and perhaps literally) attaches to co-captain Megatron is completely unexpected and an accident

Especially because compared to earthspark Megatron, who's had years to attempt to chill in the whole trying to be a good guy thing, mtmte Megatron is this interesting mix of sharp edges and edges worn down with time and defeat. He's still pretty mean. So most mecha would say dumping a child into his lap is a horrible idea, most mecha would say that kid won't last a week, most mecha would say Megatron would be a horrible parent.

We know this blog, and we know their dynamic in Earthspark.

Most mecha, in this case, are wrong ^w^

Because that girl, mtmte Twitch?

That's his goddamn child now, and everything should know better than to mess with her, lest the big silver bastard materializes next to her

[logansdoll]

thinking about logan x reader who’s literally the most introverted but bluntest person he’s ever met. that meet-cute (if it could be called that…?) would be entertaining as hell

cottontail

wolverines are known to prey on rabbits... which would explain why Logan was looking at you like that.

CW: fluffy fluff, heavily suggestive, profanity, i kinda changed it up a bit, takes place after X-Men (2000), reader is a bit of a personality, reader also has a bunny mutation, again kinda iffy on how this turned out, etc. (@OstarwomenO for the inspiration)

"And, finally, the gym," Ororo finished, motioning toward the door. "Much like the Danger Room, we use it to train or spar, but strictly without powers."

Logan cocked a brow, ears perking at the faint sound of music coming from the other side of the door, along with the rhythmic thuds of limbs slamming against a mat.

'Huh...'

Ororo insisted on giving him the official tour of the mansion now that he was back from his trip to Alkali, seeing as she never got the chance to when he first arrived.

And, of course—Logan being Logan—he waved her off, insisting he'd be able to figure it out.

But the woman did not take no for an answer.

"Someone in there?" he asked, shifting his cigar to the side of his mouth as his thumb jutted toward the door.

"Just (y/n)," she shrugged, an amused smile rising her to lips. "It's actually kinda ironic, she rolled in about an hour before you did yesterday."

That was the new smell he picked up on.

It was the same one the hallway was currently drowning in—not that he was complaining.

It was sweet and musky, with faint, floral notes and a smidgen bit of earth—like taking a breath of fresh air in the middle of a meadow.

"And I didn't run into her?" Logan raised a brow, feigning indifference.

Ororo let out a dry chuckle, as if she was in on a joke he wasn't, "(y/n)'s a... character. She kinda does her own thing around here."

Character?

Forget indifference, the man was intrigued.

"I can introduce you if you'd like," she nodded, her eyes widening slightly, remembering something. "Fair warning, she says whatever she wants. So just... don't be shocked when she says something appalling. She's a sweetheart once you get to know her."

'Jesus...'

She made it sound like he was about to meet some sort of feral grizzly bear.

Logan shrugged, and she let out a sigh, pressing the keypad and opening up the door to reveal you.

Grizzly?

No.

Feral?

Entirely possible.

With a wide grin, you weaved around, dodging jabs from the automated dummy before back-flipping onto the wall and pushing off like a spring.

Tackling the robot, you slammed its head into the ground, winding for a second blow when it suddenly bucked you off.

You recovered quickly, shifting in mid-air so you landed on your feet, before launching another attack.

Jumping high, you landed right on the dummy's shoulders, locking your thighs around its neck before effortlessly throwing around your body weight, sending it crashing to the ground

But that wasn't it.

With a soft grunt, and a small twist of your legs, you popped its head right off in a flourish of sparks and circuits—the action sending a warm tingle through Logan's stomach.

'Damn...'

You pulled yourself up off the ground with a laugh, grabbing the robot's body and tossing it in a pile in the corner—which consisted of at least twenty others.

"Finally," you sighed, jokingly, as the two entered further.

You sauntered over to your boombox and cut the music, dusting off your hands.

"This is a disgrace. How the hell are the kids supposed to learn from these things, 'Roro? They barely last two minutes."

She playfully rolled her eyes, fighting off her smile as she pulled you into a hug, "I hope you know you're paying for those."

You chuckled, giving her a loving pat on the back, "Put 'em on my tab."

Logan was still transfixed.

In all his years, he had never seen a mutant like you before.

(h/l), (h/c) hair, plump lips, heavenly curves, made evident by your workout clothes, or slight lack thereof, stark white bunny ears, equally white tail, paired with alluring (e/c) eyes.

You were dripping in beauty and confidence.

Logan, so mesmerized, didn't even realize that you'd already cruised your way over, and were now standing directly in front him.

"I take it you're Logan," you smiled, shamelessly staring at him. "If I knew you were this handsome, I woulda introduced myself sooner."

"(n/n)," Ororo scolded, pinching the bridge of her nose.

'Here we go...'

"Is that so?" Logan smirked, amused by your blunt start to the conversation.

"Hell yeah," you nodded, shifting you weight on your hips

You weren't stupid.

You saw the way he was staring at you, and you heard the way his heart frenzied when you walked over.

So what's to say you couldn't have a little fun?

After all, it wasn't every day you'd meet someone as sexy as Mr. Tall, Dark, and Brooding.

"Of course, I could always do that over a few rounds."

His brow quirked with interest, eyes slowly flitting over your body at the proposition.

"On the mat, that is..." you chuckled, reading him loud and clear as you turned to walk toward the sparring area, stretching out your arms.

"That works, too," he grinned, tugging off his leather jacket.

"You two are doing this? Really?" Ororo groaned, resting a hand on her hip.

"Yup."

"She asked for it."

Ororo sighed, deciding to check herself out for the day and head for the door.

"Y'know what? Knock yourselves out. I'm gonna take a nap," she waved, turning the corner. "Don't break anything."

Logan scoffed, cracking his neck as he stepped onto his side of the circle, "No promises..."

You grinned, pleasantly surprised by his seriousness.

Many assume that because of your mutation, you're just some helpless little rabbit—as kids, you and Scott got into a huge argument when you caught him pulling his punches.

But Logan seemed ready to throw down, a fact that not only excited you, but made the man move up a great many rungs in your respect ladder.

"You sure you want this?" you smirked, lowering yourself into a split, stretching your legs. "I don't go easy."

'Goddamn, how flexible is she—'

"Neither do I," he snapped himself back, playing it off with a chuckle. "Let's see how long you last."

You scoffed, tongue in cheek as you stood up, shifting into a defensive stance.

'I'm gonna kick your ass, mutton chops."

"I'd like to see ya try, cottontail."

[targaryen-dynasty]

AEMOND TARGARYEN.

Mini-Series.

Love Me Tomorrow (aka Stay) and Love Me Now (aka Mine) -> completed (Modern AU)

"You always thought the benefits part of being friends with benefits only included sex, but with Aemond it also seemed to include cuddling and life advice. "

The Devil You Know -> hiatus (Modern AU)

"King's Landing is haunted by an ongoing feud between two rivaling biker groups, and somehow you get stuck right in the middle of it — if it wasn't for a certain blonde, who everyone warns you to stay away from. Of course, he's part of Dracarys, the rivaling biker gang, and staying away from him is a lot harder than it seems."

Object of Desire -> ongoing

"A raven from King‘s Landing has reached Runestone two moons ago, bidding for you to come to the capital though no distinct reason has been stated. The signature of your father below didn‘t give Ser Gerold any other choice than to get you ready and send you off, knowing he could not deny Daemon Targaryen. You quickly learn that the time has come for you to find a husband, however, the true object of your desire isn‘t the one your father has intended for you."

One Shots.

Depravities

"When your husband feels overwhelmed reining in the stead of the severely wounded King, it is your duty as his wife to comfort him."

Sinful Revenge (x Aegon)

"After catching Aegon with a servant girl between his legs, you found a way to put him back in his place."

A Caution for Young Girls

"Can we just ride Aemond by the hearth? Tis all. He can brat tame us, be mean, be nice..whatever honestly." Yeah, we definitely can! This is the first time you’re riding your Dragon.

In The Space Between (Modern AU) -> drabble

"You we’re happy your friend Floris got to marry her longtime boyfriend Aegon… if it wasn't for the sake of you being the plus one of her groom’s brother and also your ex boyfriend, Aemond."

Lechery

"Based on the request: "Can you write a jealosy Dom Aemond when his wife his dance and have fun with Jace at the dinner. So he put her on his knees and punish her, after that he fuck and give orgasms to show at who she belongs.""

Longing (Modern AU)

"Based on the request: "Can I please request modern Aemond x best friend reader smut? They are watching some movie or TV series together and suddenly some steamy scene happens on the screen and he notices that she is turned on by that? And he is like "if you want to experience it I can help you with it?""

And Now I See Daylight

"The pace was slow, just like it had been throughout the whole night, and despite it being unsaid, you both knew that was not what this night was about. It was about your unity, making peace with your past and embracing your future together."

Rewrite The Stars

“Aemond arrives at your betrothed‘s funeral. And after being denied your hand in marriage once, he does not come to leave without you.“

Serenity

“With Aemond’s arm around you, and his lips pressing against your temple, the fatigue you were feeling could wait for a little while, if it meant you got to indulge in those rare moments of serenity for just a little bit longer.“

Can You Stay Up All Night?

"Even after the babe had settled, you didn’t find any sleep. And while your breasts hadn’t felt too uncomfortable back then, they did now. They were heavy, hard to the touch and full of milk, desiring relief from their overstuffed state."

Pray For Me

“Trying to persuade you to declare yourself for their side in the war of succession, Aemond relies on different methods to make your façade crumble.“

Mine And Mine Only

“Aemond has gotten you pregnant six months ago, and seeing him with his infant niece during dinner with his family sparks something inside of you only he can satisfy.“

The Devil's Advocate

“Will the tormenting craving of your body for physical touch finally be stilled by the hands of none other than the man who‘s responsible for whether you‘ll live or die?“

Rumble and Sway

"After the set of your favorite punk rock band ended, you haven’t expected to bump shoulders with none other than their bassist, Aemond Targaryen. And you least expected him to usher you into a private booth after what felt like your twentieth shot of vodka."

What the Heart Desires

"Both of Helaena’s brothers have always been forbidden territory for you, the rule established by your best friend at the very beginning, and you’ve never really regarded any of them – until you’ve been all but coaxed to team up with Aemond for a round of beer pong. "

To Stoke a Flame

"There’s a moment of silence between you, and your hands clutch the handle of the pail tight enough for your knuckles to blanch from the force. It’s unnerving, and you’re torn between wanting to stay and wanting to leave. You’re afraid he’s not the man you’ve made up in your mind, that there’s just a hint of truth in the rumors that make their way around staff and court."

A Dragon to Share

"For a fortnight, you’ve been spending your nights with Aemond and Aegon. But what happens, if there’s yet another uncalled visitor joining you? Improper revelations lead to the fulfilling of a long-buried desire of yours."

Evening Delights

"Based on the prompt: “So… Do you actually like me—” “We have been together for seven years. We’re getting married next year. What the hell do you think?”"

Shadows Play on Idle Hands

"Sharing a cabin with your ex-husband as you supervise your daughter's summer camp, you didn't think that remembering the good old times would bring you closer again."

The Curse of Curiosity

"While your brother searches the library of the Dragonkeeper Elder for something new to read, you come in contact with some unlabeled fluid. You both learn that it's something meant to aid in the breeding of dragons, however, it also has a unique effect on humans. But lucky for you, your twin is there to help you through the ordeal."

Dragon Dreams

“Monthly nightmares have already plagued you way before your wedding, even though your grandfather has always addressed them as dragon dreams rather than nightmares. But you and your husband both know you’re not gifted with such abilities.“

Forbidden Temptation

"Two moons after the birth of your precious son, your moonblood has returned as severe as never before. And being the ever caring and loving husband, Aemond takes it upon himself to help you ease the pain."

Steam That Lingers

"Your mind has been a mess for the past moon's turn, and you have the man you’ve entrusted with all your secrets for all of your life to thank for that. And the last thing you expect when you walk into your bathing chambers late at night is said man sitting in the bathtub, awaiting your return. Will you give in or will your temper get the worst of you?"

The Greatest Temptation

"Keeping your boyfriend waiting for too long is always a dangerous game, and when he finally has enough, he deems it most fitting to give your audience a real show."

A Little Predicament (x Aegon II Targaryen)

"While you share little sympathy with any of the people present, you know you can’t get any closer to learning about your heritage than you are right now. Aegon and Aemond are served to you on a silver platter, and if there is one thing your grandmother has taught you, it’s that there certainly is one way to charm yourself into a man’s heart to get what you desire."

Violent Delights

MASTERLIST NAVIGATION.

[vvxgs]

°˖✧˚ WARNINGS: light angst. ˚✧˖°

"I'm calling you for the twentieth time!", Charles shouted as soon as he spotted his teammate. "Where have you been?"

"Doesn't matter. What happened?"

"Y/N was here about an hour ago."

"What?", the Spaniard inquired.

"I was surprised too. She seemed off, but left something for you. A letter."

That's when he realized that the fuse had been lit. Y/N was the spark leading to his ignition. Now it was a matter of whether the Spaniard could prevent the disaster from happening in time.

When his fingers touched the paper, he knew what he was about to read would irreversibly change his life. For a brief moment, he even had the urge to tear the envelope into pieces and deny himself the chance of knowing its contents.

Dear Carlos, Is this how I should start this letter? I have no idea. The last letter I wrote was about seven years ago. I addressed it to Santa Claus. But I figured you deserve more than two sentences, more than just a regular text or email.

My plane has probably already taken off, so stay where you are. Don't throw everything away trying to catch me. It's too late for that.

Maybe I'm acting selfish, giving only one of us a chance to explain, but I'm sure that whatever would come out of your mouth wouldn't change anything.

I'm learning not to dwell on our parting. I'm learning the way one learns to walk. I might stumble a few times, but then you won't even notice, and I'll cover that distance with a run.

We're too different. If I decided to stay and try, it wouldn't be healthy. This poison spreads too fast. It's unstoppable. And the antidote? It doesn't exist.

Someone once said that life is like a puzzle. The picture can be complete and perfect when all the pieces are in place. Why do we try to force a piece into a space when it doesn't fit? Don't look for me. Don't try to force me back into your life.

I understand you want to explain a lot to me, but keep it to yourself. It's the only way I won't start hating you.

Goodbye Carlos."

Carlos stood still. His muscles were relaxed, his head slightly lowered. The Spaniard was one of the indestructible. Of course, someone had chipped away at his fortress a few times, but never enough to make his castle crumble. The foundations were strong enough that despite many attacks, his body didn't resemble ruins. But that day, everything indicated that Carlos Sainz had given up.

He stood like that for a while. The letter and the white envelope slipped from his fingers, and he watched as the white sheets turned gray from the still-wet soil.

Finally, he twitched. He turned around and started walking toward the garage, not even glancing at his teammate standing there. But Charles observed him very closely.

His face was stone-like, hot and salty drops flowing down his face, leaving a trail of sorrow in their wake.

"Where are you going?", Charles finally managed to utter a question as Sainz was about to pass him.

He put his hand in his pocket, pulled something out, and moments later released pieces of paper from his hand, immediately snatched by the wind.

Sainz heard the sounds of engines. He looked up. Among the clouds, a plane soared, leaving behind a white trail.

"To hell,", Carlos exclaimed, still walking in the chosen direction, his pace quickening. "Because without her, there's no heaven."

[girl-named-matty]

Random Sebastian Sallow headcanons pt.3

Random Sebastian Sallow Headcanons by me!

Loves mythology, especially Greek mythology. 

Speaking of that, he’s really well versed in Scottish Mythology since he is Scottish. 

Definitely reads books that are written in Scottish Gaelic. He can understand it but he likes to challenge himself. 

Honestly I think if he played an instrument, he’d play the Violin. 

His mother definitely taught him and Anne so that they could play music together. 

He used to go down into their homes cellar and sit in his dads lap while he read. Because of this, Sebastian learned how to read from a very young age and it sparked his love for books. 

Even when he was younger, he didn’t like Solomon. 

Sebastian looks more like their dad and Anne looks more like their mother, hence why he has a bunch of freckles and Anne doesn’t. (which still baffles me) 

Speaking of freckles, he has full body freckles. They are most prominent on his face, shoulders, arms, and back. 

The reason why he can see Thestrals is because he had witnessed the death of another uncle. (we know it's not his parents because Ominis specified Anne and Sebastian got there after their parents died). 

He literally sucks at Gobstones. He mentions that Anne always beat him and he meant that when he said it. Like this boy couldn’t even beat Ominis, who’s literally blind. 

Gives the most annoying, slobbery kisses when he wants to annoy you. I’m sorry but it had to be said. 

That being said, he loves to annoy his S/O all the time. Nobody knows why, he just finds it really funny when they get frustrated with him. 

He is the number one Gaunt Family hater (besides Ominis himself of course). In their first year, Ominis opened up pretty quickly to Sebastian about how poorly his family treated him and ever since then Sebastian has resented the Gaunts for what they did to his best friend. 

Sebastian’s Patronus is honestly one of the ones I just can’t pin down honestly. I’d definitely have to do with his spontaneousness and his mischievousness along with his desire to have free will but also mirror his wisdom and intelligence.

He first got introduced to the dark arts obviously when he first attended school. He knew very little about them before. But when he became best friends with Ominis, a certain 7th-year older brother of his (*cough cough* Marvolo) decided to introduce him to some dark spells just to upset Ominis (which it did) although in the future, Sebastian did convince Ominis to learn confringo with him in the undercroft. 

After school, especially after 5th year and everything that happened with Anne and Solomon, he swears off using the dark arts unless absolutely necessary. He realized how much they ruined his life and didn’t want to continue allowing them to ruin his life. 

Horrible dancer, he’s practically got two left feet. He’ll try his best, especially if he’s dancing with his S/O but he definitely needs some pointers on what to do. 

He thinks he can learn everything from a book, which isn’t exactly untrue but he’ll be in the library for hours just to find the exact book that gives him exactly what he wants even if he has to go to the restricted section every once and a while. 

Doesn’t even understand WHY they have a restricted section. If the books down there are so “bad” why even keep them in a school full of children??? 

On a lighter note. When he blushes, it is IMPOSSIBLE to hide. His cheeks go a deep red color and his face heats up like it's burning. I’d like to think his ears turn a little pink too but no matter how hard he tries to cover it all up, he can’t. 

This of course just subjects him to a bit of teasing. 

I don’t think he’d be a prefect, it made it pretty clear how much he dislikes them in the game, not to mention with his detention record the school probably wouldn’t even imagine making him one.

That still doesn’t keep the younger students from going to him with their problems instead of the prefects because he’s just 1000 times better than them. 

Speaking of this, I feel like a lot of the Slytherin first years look up to him because he’s the perfect mix of mischievous and intelligent. So as much as he likes having his fun that drives the school crazy, he’s still dedicated to his education. So he’s not gonna rat the first years out for anything they’ve done but he definitely guides them in a better direction. (after all he doesn’t want all of them ending up like him.) 

And even though he has his wild side, he’s still mature enough to take responsibility for his actions, no matter the punishment. 

Up next is Ominis! (request are open btw!)

[brotherwtf]

my love! my last one was super heavy😮‍💨

so as a personal favor to me, i’m going to request some more of your Equestrian au headcanons because i NEED them (seriously people give me the equestrian/cowboy/rodeo aus, you got fic recs? send them to me!)

hey love! Im also a huge horse girl, so I feel your pain

I have my own list of equestrians hcs here, but I'm honestly just gonna ramble more about them bcs I love them so much

Gale gets his first horse when he's 16, he spent several years working on a ranch as a stable boy and combining it with a part time job at the mall to finally auction for a very green yearling

She was a feisty thing, bucks and kicks whenever Gale tries to halter her, nips at Gale's fingers whenever he tries to groom her, and pins her ears down every time he tightens the girth on her saddle.

He named her Liberty Belle, and she grew into quite the beautiful horse. She still had a bucking problem, but Gale took it like a champ.

John nicknamed Gale "Buck" after watching them ride once and seeing Liberty Belle have one of her episodes. Gale of course "hates" the nickname (wink wink nudge nudge)

Gale boarded at Thorpe Abbotts ranch before John did, and quickly became a sensation. By the time he was 18, he was already a blue ribbon show jumper and basically a celebrity at the ranch. He gleamed in the attention, and beamed even more when the owner of the ranch moved Liberty Belle to the nicest stall in the barn.

No one was boarded next to her, and Gale was still the shining star of the ranch. Until John showed up

Gale shows up one day and sees Liberty Belle with her ears pinned at the horse boarded in the stall next to her, and Gale starts fuming.

An almost rootin tootin cowboy leans against the stall next to Liberty Belle, cooing at the mare and at the poor horse getting ears pinned at him

Gales heart immediately clenches because John is downright gorgeous, but he can't let his star personality get over shown. He spies the blue ribbons on the stall door and curses. John has sixteen, while Gale only has fifteen

The competitive side immediately takes over, and thus their rivalry begins.

John grew up on a ranch in Wisconsin, and learned how to ride from a very young age. His parents started forcing him to barrel race when he was only seven and could only ride ponies

He got his first horse, Our Baby, and moved out when he was 18. He found Thorpe Abbotts ranch when he was 26 and had basically ridden through every single large barrel racing competition in the country before deciding to settle down.

Our Baby is boarded next to a very hyperactive mare, and he finds himself chuckling when her ears automatically flatten at the sight of his gelding.

He's greeted by the most beautiful human he's ever seen in his life marching towards him, but can't help and notice the smallest smile on his lips when he sees the mare so in a tissy

John is on his high horse (literally) and thinks show jumping is lamer than barrel racing, but can't stop thinking about how beautiful Gale is.

Our Baby and Liberty Belle eventually become besties before John and Gale fall in love, which spurs John and Gales relationship

I have decided that the super angsty scene that causes them to spark their romance is that John is watching in on one of Gale's show jumping events (don't tell anyone) and Gale is thrown from Liberty Belle after a rough jump.

He lands, and lands hard, John winces as Gale's head snaps on the ground, and his body acts on instinct, jumping over the fence and running to Gale. Someone grabs Liberty Belle and John cradles Gale's head and starts freaking out

Gale's bloody, his nose bleeds and he must have bit his lip when he fell because it's bleeding steadily.

He picks Gale up bridal style and carries him from the arena, whispering that he's gonna be okay

Gahhh I don't want this post to get crazy long but just imagine John doting on Gale and nursing him back to health and Gale allowing him to, John obsessing over Gale's sleep addled face

here's some cowboy/equestrian fics I've read!! please drop more, I also am in need of them desperately

wild things by @sig-nifier

don't take that sinner from me by cloudystars on AO3

I love being a horse girl on main, letting my freak flag fly fr, thanks for the ask love!

[meganlpie]

You Saved Me

Based on this request:  I’m making a request for the wizarding world one shots. Could you write a romantic one shot for Cedric diggory with no angst! Could the reader somehow save Cedric from Voldemort? Thanks!

Here you are, lovely! Given the subject of the request, it was pretty impossible to not have some angst, but I don't think there's too much. *Familiar characters are not mine!*

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, reader has the Sight.

Pairings: Cedric Diggory x reader

"This is a bad idea, Cedric," you muttered as you walked with the teenage boy toward the Goblet of Fire. From the moment Dumbledore had announced the Triwizard Tournament, you had felt an unease settle over your heart. Maybe it was your intuition or your gift of Sight, but you were worried. You just knew something bad was going to happen to the Champions. To Cedric. Cedric simply gave you a charming smile. "It can't be that bad, right?" You bit your lip in worry.

*Time skip*

          It was that bad. Of course it was. Cedric was in danger time and time again during the tournament. And it had been no picnic for you either! Watching your boyfriend take on a fully grown dragon, being dragged to the bottom of the Black Lake, and having to learn how to dance so you could accompany him to the Yule Ball was too much for you. And that feeling of dread never left you the entire time. In fact it grew worse. Something bad was going to happen.

          "Cedric, please. I need you to listen to me," you pleaded. Cedric turned to you and smiled. "I am listening, love." You shook your head as anger came over you. "No you aren't! Cedric, I am telling you that something horrible is going to happen to you. Something you can't come back from!" At last, Cedric frowned. "Cedric, has my intuition ever been wrong? Please, I am begging you."

          "I can't just quit, Y/N! It's a magical contract. Besides, I need to do this for the school. Unless…you're rooting for Potter." He said it jokingly, but you were furious now. "To the devil with the school. And I don't give a fig about Harry Potter. I am worried about YOU!" As soon as you shouted the last word, you froze as you were assaulted with a vision.

          While you had been born gifted with the Sight, you rarely had visions. Your gift usually manifested in the way you felt, your intuition. When you did have visions, you knew then that  people would have to listen. So, you watched, helpless to stop it as some force you could not see sent a curse at Cedric. An agonized scream ripped from you alongside the vision of Cedric's father when you realized that Cedric was dead.

          You came out of the vision to Cedric shaking you, looking pale and frightened. "Are you alright? You were screaming," he asked with his voice laced with worry. Your entire body shook helplessly and you tried to convey what had happened. After helping you calm down, Cedric helped you to sit and rest. You caught your breath and began again.

          "You're going to die. I-I watched you die, Cedric. If you succeed in making it to the end of the third task, you will be murdered. I saw it. I felt your father's agony at losing you. I felt my own heart breaking." You met Cedric's gaze and for once, it seemed like he was finally taking your warnings seriously. He kissed your forehead. "Alright. We'll figure something out. I don't know what, but I will figure something out before the task tomorrow. I'm sorry I put you through so much pain, love." He held you until you stopped shaking.

          The next evening, you waited in the stands with all the other spectators. Cedric met your eyes and he smiled as he turned to enter the maze that held untold challenges and horrors. You hated that all you could do was wait. Your vision remained in the back of your mind, occasionally making your knees shake. Cedric had not told you of his plan, but you trusted him to do something. Anything.

          After what seemed like ages, red sparks lit up the sky. One of the champions was unable to go on. Your heart deflated a bit when you saw that it was Fleur being pulled from the maze. A while later, more sparks. Viktor this time, but something wasn't right. He didn't look like himself. Almost like he'd been cursed. Now you were even more worried for Cedric.

          Fortunately for you, another set of red sparks appeared a little bit later. You nearly cried in relief when Cedric was pulled from the maze. You ran down as quickly as you could, hearing Cedric explain to the heads of the schools that he had watched Harry disappear as soon as he laid hands on the Goblet. It had been a Portkey! When Cedric saw you, he instantly opened his arms, allowing you to collapse into him. You didn't care that he was filthy. He was alive.

          Your happy reunion with Cedric was cut short when Harry suddenly appeared, panting and bleeding. "He's back! Voldemort's back!" Your eyes met Cedric's again. Voldemort would have done anything to get to Harry, including killing anyone in his way. If Cedric had grabbed that Portkey, he'd be dead for sure just like your vision.

          In the chaos of Harry's revelation, you and Cedric were able to sneak away for a few moments. Cedric wrapped his arms tightly around you as soon as you were alone. You could feel him shaking. "You saved me, love," he whispered. You pulled back slightly to look at him and smiled. "Hopefully I never have to, but I would do it again in a heartbeat. I love you, Cedric and I want you with me for a very long time. Forever, if possible." He laughed lightly. "Forever it is. I love you, too."          

He leaned in to kiss you, only to be interrupted by a soft clearing of someone's throat. The two of you looked up to find the Weasley twins. "Oh, don't mind us," one said as they both smiled. "Yeah, just came to warn you that Rita Skeeter is looking for Cedric here." You rolled your eyes. You hated that woman. You grabbed Cedric's hand and practically sprinted to the Hufflepuff Common Room. Cedric laughter echoed behind you as you ran.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! Mmm Miguel just being absolutely weak for kisses. He shivers when you peck his neck, but he turns to putty when you leave butterfly kisses up to his chin and capture his lips. His insides are lava, and he's about to erupt. Caressing his face, he's quivering in your hold. Drunk off touch and shy from lack of experience with love. Invade his mouth with your tongue he'll take you like a mad man 😈

Just imagine this:

The first few kisses felt like soft caress on his touch-deprived skin. You being ontop of him didn't help at his attempt to focus. Your lips made goosebumps to raise on his skin, his body hair standing at the sensations.

Plush lips pecked up and down his neck, the faint smell of his musk scent invading your nostrils. Your hips straddled him, trapping him against the chair and yourself.

His eyes were closed, but his throat erupted with little sounds that only made you giggle. Not in mockery, but in delight. knowing you were teaching him something such as kissing, made you both flutter in joy and your skin to buzz with a simmering desire to a more advanced instruction.

Your mouth kissed his chin as your hands cupped and caressed his face ever so gently. Almost reassuring. He had tried to kiss you back only to fumble his lips on your face. Shy and clumsy kisses pecking you in return.

"It's okay. I'll teach you." your soft voice and the heat of your body only made his pupils to be blown away as you finally kissed him.

Of course he had kissed before, just wasn't that interested in learning in depth something so trivial as kissing. A regret that surfaced whenever he stared at your lips.

He groaned in surprise as your tongue slowly slid in his mouth, savoring him, taking it's time in exploring his warmth. Your hands cupped him again to deepen the kiss, your tongue rubbing slowly against his, egging him to try.

One of his hands rested on your left glute, squeezing softly as the other one was on your nape, pulling you down to him. He let you guide him, memorizing the movements your lips and tongue did. You knew it was like playing with fire, since you were only feeding him enough spark for him to start the fire on his own.

Soon you found out he was a quick learner, since his tongue was now swirling around yours, fighting for control. He was a sore loser, if it came to admit that you were good. The thought of you kissing someone else like this made him growl lowly. A new motivation to keep on learning. None shall leave you breathless like he would

You whimpered as he pulled you closer, your hands roaming now his hair, it earned you a low rumble in his chest. His hand once more on your hip, pushing you against his engorging groin. You gasped and he seized the moment to give his tongue a last swirl on yours to then suckle it softly.

He'd definitely would.

Your breathless and shaky moans only made him nip at you bottom lip before kissing you almost desperately. Your hips grinding ontop of him, the friction only clouding his rational thinking. You both broke the kiss, panting and fanning breaths on each other's mouths.

His eyes bore into yours before cupping your face in one of his large hands and stared at your flushed lips.

"Suit off" A command given to thin air, but your suit obeyed and dissipated before him, revealing your nakedness to him. Surely a sight from his starved body.

He pulled you down for a last kiss and breathed out.

"My office. Now." An order. And of course, who were you to disobey?.

[bunnypeew]

Hi is it ok if I request a Lilith x Lucifer fic where Lucifer is top and Lilith is bottom pls and thanks. p.s I love your work

AWW THATS SO SWEET THANK YOU and yes i can totally try!!! art by SidnerdArt on twitter

CW: cunniligus, unprotected sex, top lucifer MDNI TYY

In the Eden garden-Lilith x Lucifer NSFW

it was not often that the two new lovebirds met each other, especially when Adam was still in the way, Lilith had thought of escaping multiple times but Lucifer always convinced her to stay, even if for a short while.

today was one of the days where the angel and the human met, near the lake as always. They both liked the animals that roamed around there during the day, especially the ducks.

Lucifer was of course God’s pride and joy, so it was only normal to let him wander around earth from time to time, the only thing God didn’t know was that he fell in love with the first woman. They kept it a secret for not so long now, and when they met each other sparks would fly almost all the time, at Lilith's command usually, but today Lucifer wanted to try something different. You see Lilith would be the one in charge almost all the time, in everything really, even if it was just a mere kiss. Lucifer craved to learn more from the human, what her thoughts were and what she wanted.

Lilith was kneeling in front of a pond, fingers in the crystal-clear water where the little ducks were swimming peacefully, her blond and soft hair falling on her face, framing it perfectly. Lucifer was just flying in from behind her, landing softly on the grass, he fixed his hat and started walking towards her. He was beaming at her beautiful naked frame, he was definitely in love and anyone could tell.

“so what do you want to do today my angel?,,

he blushed golden, but soon came back to his senses. He went to hold her face gently, putting a strand of her hair behind her ear. He didn’t know much about humans but he did know that both liked pleasure and with a hint of shame he did watch them one time even taking notes! Since it was only Lilith and Adam the thing was hard because Adam didn’t do a real good job at pleasuring Lilith whatsoever, so Luci of course wanted to try it out, especially trying for once to be in charge, even if gently.

“do you remember that thing you and Adam did that one time?,,

“sex you mean?,,

“intercourse, yes,,

He said fixing his collar and looking at her, she was giggling at what he said, then looked him in the eyes with a gentle smiles on her lips

“that is of course if you re fine with it i don’t want to force you or anything at all, BUT- I’d like to be kinda the one in charge again if you are fine with it, we don’t have to do anything unless you want to-,,

Lilith stopped him speaking by giving him a gentle kiss on his lips then took off his hat from his head, leaning back now to look him up and down, nodding letting him know she was okay with it. He blushed profusely seeing her fully naked body since her hair wasn’t covering her anymore. He got in between her legs, moving his face up to her core, then looked up at her looking for confirmation. Seeing her slightly flashed smiling face had given him the confirmation that she was ready. He pushed his long hot tongue on her clit making her push her head back, this made him smile.

With that he inserted his tongue in her, tasting her and moving it around to find the spot where she felt most good, as he found them he kept pushing at them roughly, his hands digging in the soft skin of her thighs, making sure not to hurt her. He closed his eyes softly as he pushed his face more into her, she then started twitching and this was a sign to him that she was about to cum so he pushed away, a little trail of saliva escaping from her pussy to his mouth. She groaned softly when he stopped looking up at him, Lucifer was pulling up his robe showing his pulsing member to her, he stroked it softly, he never had felt like that before it was all new but he was ready, for her anything.

He put himself between her legs again, hands on her thighs and his cock near her core ready to push in, he rubbed her first, then pushed his body on hers and went to kiss her neck, gently moving her long hair aside. This made Lilith whimper ever so softly, her hips automatically pushing against his crotch, making him groan and bite her gently, he then pushed back again and pushed into her with one thrust making her moan his name out loud, this made him smirk, he had a lot of pride for such a small angel. As he continued thrusting his wings were flattering softly on his back, twitching lightly too, this gave Lilith the idea to go touch them, putting her hands on his back scratching at them. Lucifer whimpered pulling his head back and squeezing her thighs roughly, he then groaned giving her a knowing look, thrusting now more roughly, pushing himself completely on her pressing down on her chest with his. At that point he was close to cumming, pushing ever so roughly in her his wings now fully flared out, he did one last thrust then pulled out to cum on her soft belly.

He was breathing heavily, his hair was in disarray forehead all sweaty, he then looked at Lilith, she was smiling gently at him making him blush. They then heard a soft crunch of a leaf making Lucifer jump on her to cover her, both turned around to see it was only a deer! They giggled in unison, kissing each other on the lips ever so softly.

OK THIS IS KINDA SHORT BUUUUT I REALLY LIKED WRITING IT OMGG thank you so much for the request and I hope you liked it!!!

[milkywaydrabbles]

He who was found in chains, set free. | IV.

Cross posted on AO3, here!

“Ci..circumde..Circum--” You huffed, frustrated with yourself for not being able to pronounce the words in front of you written as plain as day. (Well, you couldn’t read very well, give yourself grace). You tried again, still tripping over your words. It wasn’t even in a language you knew, this was more difficult than you imagined. 

“Here,” Alucard came over, tracing his finger over each syllable, slowly, and repeated it for you. “Circumdederunt me caeli, da mihi ignem”, he spoke so eloquently, as if it had been second nature to him. Well, it had. “Try again, take your time. Once you can say it, we’ll focus on intent.”  You paused for a minute, garnering the courage once again to speak, “Circumde-derunt...me caeli, da.. Mihi ignem.” You exhaled, feeling more sure in yourself. Alucard smiled at you, and you swore your heart ached out of the kindness he had been showing you. “Good, now, let’s think about intent. Do you know anything about that?”

You nodded. “I..understand the thought behind it. I’ve read only a little bit about it. Magic is focused on intent, thinking and visualizing what you need done, what you want to happen...right?” 

“Yes, more or less. I know you can do it, you’ve created fire before.” Barely, you wanted to retort, but bit your tongue. “Now, try simply thinking these words, focusing your intent on making fire again in your hands.” 

I can do this, I can do this, I can do this... 

You focused all your might into thinking, eyes closed and brows scrunched. You cupped your hands, like you did before, and continued to focus. A spark happened, here and there, but nothing substantial. You couldn’t even get another flame like you did last night. And you were so frustrated. This was a simple, stupid spell that you should be able to do. Why was this so difficult for you? You tensed up, continuing to furrow your brow and mumble to yourself, trying your best to get this to work.

“Hey,” a hand gently placed on your shoulder. You jumped. He retracted, apologetic. “Relax, you look like you’re going to combust. Try again, with intent, but don’t think too hard okay? You need to relax.” 

You sighed, releasing as much of the tension in your body as you were able to (years of trauma really makes that hard), and started again. This time, things came much easier to you. A spark, then a small kindling, and then a real flame appeared in your hands. You gasped, and waved it, thinking it was going to dissipate but it didn’t. “I did it...” you sighed, bright eyed looking over to Alucard. “I did it.” 

You really were harmless, weren’t you.

“You did, good job.” He praised, nodding once. “That is how you hone your senses. Replicate that for spells, remember how you felt, what you thought, for the future.” You put out the fire after a few more tries, and clasped your hands together. You were so proud, you couldn’t believe it! The first time you were able to use magic, real magic, and not it be an accident or a miracle. Maybe now you’d be able to actually survive out there with the night creatures! You could live!

...in six days’ time. Right. You had agreed one week.

--

Over the course of the next few hours, Alucard would teach you higher education words, learning a bit more magic along the way and getting used to reading on your own more fluently. You were sure the magic book would be easy for you now! 

“I can only teach you so much magic, it’s never been my strength but you are a natural born witch, you will be able to learn so much more. If you continue to study, I’m sure you’ll be a fierce opponent.” He chuckled, making himself laugh. “Thank you, Alucard, this has been so helpful, really, I can’t tell you enough times thank you.” You shuffled a bit closer, hands clutching at your skirt. “I would...I would like to repay you.” A hand reached out to his hands, fumbling with the metal buckle of his belt. 

“What are you doing?” He sounded panicked, pushing your hand away a bit too harshly and stepping back. He was reliving too many memories, too many nightmares standing in front of you. You blinked, bringing your hand up to your chest to grasp at nothing. “I...am repaying your kindness.” You sounded meek, so soft spoken. “Isn’t this...My master...He said men enjoyed that. It’s all I’m good for, I can’t give you much else--”

“No.” That sent you reeling. “Men don’t ask for that as form of payment from innocent girls, pigs do.” He spat. You flinched, tears accumulating in your eyes. You blinked them away. He took a step forward. “Is that what he asked of you? Is that what he made you do?”

You said nothing, looked off to the side so he couldn’t notice your red eyes. Didn’t matter, he did anyways. He whispered your name. “I won’t ask that of you, ever. Do you understand?” 

“But then how can I service you?” You nearly cried. “What can I do for you to repay you? I’m no good for anything, I’m no good--” a sob escaped. Your hands came up, covering your face in shame.

Alucard wasn’t sure how he could possibly remedy this. This, was much deeper than just consolation. He wasn’t equipped for this. He hadn’t even been able to deal with his own trauma, much less someone else’s. He sighed, closing up the book with a marked page, for later. 

“Go get cleaned up...I’ll make dinner.” And with that, he left.

--

Back in your room you tormented yourself over what you’ve done. I made him angry, he’s going to kick me out sooner now. I just wanted to thank him, is that not normal?? To thank someone after kindness? You continue to pick at the skin around your fingernails, pacing around the room. It’d never dawned on you that what that vile man made you do was inherently wrong. He was cruel, but you had always assumed he was doing what any other man would do. Now, you felt sick to your stomach. You had been the only one in the village doing this? It wasn’t normal for women to do this to whatever man that bought them? Stupid, stupid, stupid. They weren’t bought. Just me! Tears pricked your eyes again, and you rubbed them as if by doing so hard enough, they would just erase off your face. 

You found it best to at least wash your face and change your bandage, before Alucard showed up at your room to collect you for dinner. That is, if he showed at all. You went over to a...sink, is what he called it once in passing, and turned the knobs similar to the tub. You went as cold as it could go, and splashed yourself in hopes the frigid water would knock some sense into you. Thankfully, the shock did its job and you were able to calm down some. After you removed the old, sticky bandage from your upper arm and examined it. It was clean, for the most part. You washed that up too, just a bit, before getting a fresh bandage on one of the shelves nearby. 

 You heard a soft click of a door, and curiously you went back into the main bedroom area. 

There were fresh clothes laid out on the bed. 

Cautiously, you went over to look at the garments, and you gasped. A gorgeous, clean  dark emerald dress, knee length. The bodice was sprinkled with embroidered leaves, the sleeves belled and flowing, and by the cut of it you can only guess it was off shouldered. It was still made of linen, and nothing extravagant by wealthy standards, but it was honestly stunning.  You weren’t sure what to make of it. Should you put it on? Should you pretend like you didn’t see it? Should you tell him it’s too much for someone like you?

All alarms are firing against you, and you wanted nothing more than to run away from kindness, lest you make a fool of yourself again. But you touched the dress anyways, enjoying the way it felt on your fingertips. You grasped it lightly, and inspected it further. It looked...about your size. You weren’t sure if it would fit, but you tried anyway. Your worn down, tattered skirt slipped off you and you pulled the bandeau top away, sheepishly donning on the dress attire. It fit. Somehow, somehow Alucard had a dress in this castle that fit. You would question him about it, if you weren’t terrified of angering him and having him kick you out again. So you’d keep quiet about it. You did your best to tighten up the back of the bodice, and you’re so sure that it looked a mess, but it was cinched up at least. You wished you could have seen what it looked like on you. You had been in your room long enough, and figured it was time to tiptoe into the kitchen and see if Alucard was still in there. You wanted to apologize for earlier, and at the very least verbally thank him for the dress. 

--

Alucard was finishing up plating dinner--it was fish, freshly caught from the stream about a half mile away-- and setting the rest of the side dishes when he heard, faintly, so faintly, footfalls. You were so deadly quiet whenever you walked, he wondered if you did it on purpose. If you’re trying to sneak up on him, if you’re trying to see how far you can get without getting caught, if you’re--

Stop that. 

He shook off his suspicions once more. You had already proven to be innocent, let alone broken. It was far more difficult for Alucard to move past the...series of unfortunate events that had happened fairly recently than he imagined. Instead, he continued to listen to your silent patter of bare feet on the old wood come closer. 

“Hello.” You spoke first. He was surprised. Alucard didn’t turn around, instead went towards the table and finish putting down the last plate.

“Good evening, dinner is ready if you would like to join me.”

“Thank you for the dress.” It was quiet, but it was there. “I would... I would like to join you, yes.”

Alucard looked up, finally, and couldn’t help but stare for a touch too long.

You looked beautiful. The silence was deafening.

“..It suits you.” Was all he said. 

Not much else was spoken between the two of you, as you sat across one another and ate dinner silently. The tension was palpable, nearly suffocating, and Alucard found it difficult to swallow. 

“I’m sorry--”

“About earlier--”

You both blinked, and stared at each other, seems you both had a mind to talk about what had transpired. You let out an exhale from your nostrils that, if he squinted, would have seen it was  a laugh.  Alucard shook his head with a smile, “You go first.” You stalled for a moment, looking down at your half eaten fish (which was delicious, but decided that if you were going to keep crying during every meal you would look mad). Then you found your voice.

“...I apologize...for earlier. I didn’t--” another pause. “...It wasn’t my intention to offend you.” I didn’t know this wasn’t normal. You braved a look up through your lashes, hoping he wouldn’t be upset with you.

And how could he?

He spoke your name with respect, another lurch of your heart. “I think you misunderstand. I was not upset with you, I was...I was upset that some monster made you think that. You are more than just a...” sex slave? “You’re more than that. I hope you understand this now.”

“It’s...difficult....to understand. But, I will try.” 

“Good.”

Dinner went on, and when you were both done you made move to stand up before Alucard. 

“...I can clean.”

He blinked, confused.

“I can clean,” you pressed on. “And I can cook, and I can help farm, I can do all these things.” You didn’t look up at him. “I did them, back in Gresit. He said I wasn’t any good, said I wasn’t good for anything except--” You stopped yourself, feeling bile come up your throat. Saying it was difficult now, with the realization. “But I did them, and I can do them here. I can help you, if only just for the week, to repay your kindness.” Please, let me do something. 

You decided to look at him now. He smiled.

“I would like the help.”

[betweenbreaths]

a good drink (zoro x reader)

Summary: You learn the hard way never to steal from a pirate, especially not from a petty swordsman.

Rating: 18+ (smut - you have been warned)

A/N: Just a little self-indulgent thing I whipped up after being fed-up with my WIPs. Hope you enjoy!

***

"This tastes surprisingly good," Zoro remarks, as he licks his lips clean with a smirk. Tipping his head up, he eyes the look on your face—and you can only imagine how you look like from his view. Perhaps flushed, your eyes unfocused and half-lidded, lips parted in protest from his momentary break.

"Zoro, please," you whine, fingers weaving into his green hair and tugging towards you again. His head stays stubbornly in place, not yielding to your pleas. He seems to be enjoying the sight of you begging, if the growing smirk on his face is any indication. Any other day, you would be itching to wipe it off with a good punch, but right now all you can think about is his tongue on your clit and all the sinful things he was making you feel just moments ago.

Since moving him doesn't work, you roll your hips, trying to inch closer to his mouth but it doesn't get you anywhere either. Your hands are tied securely to the bedframe by his bandana, so all you can do is lay there and let Zoro do whatever he wants with you.

Once he's decided you've stewed long enough, he plunges his hot tongue back into your folds again, causing your head to tip back with a keening moan. Your hips buck towards him before you can help it, and you feel his tongue sweep up the line of your wet slit, straight to your sensitive, pink clit. The tip of his tongue traces the nub in a circular motion, before rolling over it with more force than before and his lips close in, teeth grazing it and sucking hard.

It's like electricity is flowing through your body; the pleasure comes like sparks flying off your skin. You can hear the sound of him sucking, lapping up your juices and savouring you as if you're the finest drink he's ever had.

"Faster. Please. More," you whimper, pulling at his hair. Single words are all you can manage, other than the filthy moans leaving your mouth. You can feel it, your climax getting closer, but Zoro just isn't giving it to you.

"I'm savoring the taste of you," he replies, meeting your gaze and you can see the mirth gleaming in his eyes, "since someone stole my drink earlier."

Petty, that's what Roronoa Zoro is. Of course he would bring that up now, when he has you putty in his hands, needy and desperate for release. All you did was take the bottle lying all by itself on the kitchen counter and drink the last of it. How were you supposed to know it was his drink?

You're about to protest that he should have labelled the damn bottle in the first place, when you feel his fingers prodding at your entrance, sinking into you in the next second. Whatever retort you came up with dies instantly in your throat, thoughts scattering and mind going blank as you feel yourself being filled.

His fingers pull back, and plunge into you again, all at a maddeningly slow pace. Grinding your hips into the air does nothing, as before. You can't even move your legs, one of which has been thrown over his shoulder while the other is being held by the calf and spread apart so he has full access to your wet pussy. You're helpless, in every sense of the word, and at the mercy of a particularly unforgiving man to boot.

"Got any complaints? It's your fault for stealing from a pirate."

By now you've given up on reasoning, all sense and logic having left you by now. All you can register is Zoro fingering and eating you out at the same time, and the mounting tension in your lower abdomen is starting to consume you whole.

"Z-Zoro... I'm close..."

At the sound of your whine, he suddenly stops moving. For a second, you're confused. It doesn't take long before you're making a sound of protest and tugging on his hair in a bid to get him to continue.

"Don't stop..."

"Is that how you apologise for stealing someone's drink?"

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Please, make me cum." The apology tumbles out of your mouth immediately without an ounce of shame. You're eyeing his wet fingers, waiting with bated breaths for him to slide them inside you again, and to use his mouth to make you unravel completely.

"That's more like it," he says with a grin, seemingly satisfied with your hasty, desperate words, much to your relief.

His mouth closes in on you again, and his fingers thrust into you, harder and faster than before. The tips of your toes die into the bedsheets as your back arches, moaning and crying out for more.

You're so close. You can feel it, the waves of pleasure coming as Zoro sucks and plays with you, observing and drinking in every reaction you make to his ministrations.

You lose track of the seconds or minutes that pass. The tension grows and grows low in your belly like a rubber band being stretched to snapping point.

"Cum for me," Zoro says, with a light moan into your centre that has you shaking from the vibration of his deep voice against your skin.

As if under a spell, your body obeys. A loud cry of his name leaves your lips as you come, head tipping back into the pillow and eyes squeezing shut as the orgasm does its number on you. You feel your body quake as the man continues to go down on you, lengthening and drawing out your climax as far as he can.

Before long, your body begins to still, coming down from its pleasurable high. Your chest heaves as you pant, trying to catch your breath while your vision clears up.

Zoro's eyes meet yours then, and he pulls away from your wet, throbbing cunt, a string of your cum following his lips.

"Don't think you're getting off that easily," Zoro says, voice commanding and making you shiver. You watch in silence as he stands up, pulling out his cock. His member is stiff, standing tall and slick with pre-cum, and the sight makes your mouth water.

Zoro must have seen the desire in your eyes too, because the corner of his lips lifts into a smug smirk.

"On your knees. I'll teach you to apologise properly."

[lieslab]

Possibility

Summary: You have to break the news to Hyunjin that you’ve fallen out of love with him. 

Word Count: 2.1K

Genre: Hardcore angst with no happy ending. 

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“You can’t possibly consider doing this to me! You’re going to throw everything we had away and why? For what reason? Let’s talk about this, we can do better than this! We can fix this, I know we can. Please, try and work with me here.” 

“I’ve already talked about this with you. There’s nothing more to say, Hyunjin. I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore.” 

“Please!” He reached out and grabbed your hand. Crocodile tears dripped down his cheeks. “Please, baby, I love you. What happened to being together forever? I wrote you love letters! I gave you paintings! I’ve done everything I can do to be a great boyfriend. What more do you want?” 

He squeezed your hand between his. “I’ll talk to Chan, I’ll try to be home more. Do you want me to quit the band? Just say it and I’ll quit! I don’t want them, I want you! I want you, baby! Please, please, please don’t do this to me!” 

After Hyunjin had gotten home from dance practice, he came home to find you waiting for him. After dating for months, the two of you had moved out of the 3Racha dorm and found yourselves a nice one bedroom apartment down the street. You were still in the vicinity of the band, so you could reach them whenever. 

This had been happening for a while and you knew it was coming. The worst part was that you didn’t know why. Touches from Hyunjin used to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. Every kiss was magical. He knew exactly how to make your body feel like it was on fire. 

Sparks of electricity used to course through you at the slightest touch, but now you felt nothing. The butterflies that used to live in your stomach, they had flown away. His kisses didn’t make you feel warm inside anymore. In fact, every time he pecked your cheeks, it was just an annoyance now. 

You didn’t know why you had fallen out of love with him, it was just something that happened over time. You used to crave his touch, but now you hated when he slung his long limbs over your body while you tried to sleep. Every time he tried to hold your hand, you pulled away. 

He thought you were mad at him at first. As time went on, he thought that maybe you had found someone better. What could they be giving you that he couldn’t? Time? Commitment? Even though he worked multiple hours a day, he still came home and tried to give you the attention you deserved. 

He made dinners occasionally. He’d order you takeout and surprise you with it on some days. He’d spend his down time during recording sessions and dance practice writing love letters, hoping you’d read them when you felt lonely. They were layered with reminders of how much he loved you. 

He loved you so much that it physically hurt sometimes. He needed you as much as flowers needed the sun. You were a beam of light in his life. You came into his life by accident, but it had been the best accident that had ever happened to him. He felt like he could be himself around you. 

You combed his long blonde hair and reminded him how much you adored him. You traced hearts into his soft skin and insisted that even if he couldn’t see them, they’d always be there. You woke him up with morning kisses and took all of his photos. 

You were the first to congratulate him on his new songs. You loved him and had adored the way he could lithely move his body. You had even taken the time to ask him if he could teach you a dance routine. The two of you spent three hours laughing and giggling soaked in sweat. 

You were trying your best, but you had two left feet. Hyunjin never complained about it. Instead, he took it as a challenge. He swore that he’d whip you into an incredible dancer. After learning a single routine, you called it quits. Playing Just Dance and following the repeated dance moves was much easier than learning real life choreography. 

This evening, you had to look the man you once loved in the eye and break the news that you no longer felt the same way. You didn’t love him like he loved you anymore. You knew you couldn’t keep the secret to yourself. You had to tell him at some point. You knew how much he could get stuck inside his own head. 

One thought spiraled into another and into another and soon everything was confusing and all mixed up. You had seen the look of hurt that flashed across his face when you pulled away from him. It killed you, but you had to create a distance between the two of you. 

When he walked through the front door, he expected you not to be there waiting for him. That’s how it had been for the past week. You used to greet him and wrap him in a warm hug. You used to cover his face with kisses and ramble on about how much you missed him, but that didn’t happen anymore. He’d walk in and find you sitting on the couch watching tv. 

He didn’t know how to bring it up. Were you going through something? Had you been cheating on him? He couldn’t find the courage to ask, so he never did. He was too afraid he’d break what little the two of you had left and he didn’t want to destroy it. 

That’s why he was startled when he walked through the door and you stood near it with your arms crossed over your chest. You were wearing one of your over-sized hoodies and not his. He nibbled on the inside of his cheek trying to ignore the jolt of pain that stabbed his heart. You had always worn his hoodies instead of your own. You insisted that they smelled like him and it was comforting to you when he was away. 

“Can we talk?” You had asked, trying to keep tears from streaming down your cheeks. You didn’t want to do it. You didn’t want to tell your past lover that it was over. You wanted to ignore it, but you couldn’t. 

You knew how Hyunjin was. He deserved someone who could reciprocate his love. He deserved the best, he really did, but you couldn’t give that to him anymore. It wasn’t fair to keep stringing him along. It wasn’t fair to the two of you to play pretend. 

Sitting down at the kitchen table, you had spilled everything to him. You couldn’t stop it once it started spilling out. You didn’t love him anymore, you couldn’t. It wasn’t his fault, he didn’t do anything to cause it. Unfortunately, it happens sometimes. 

His tongue felt like sandpaper while he listened to you jabber on. You kept apologizing while you spilled your truth. He had tried to be understanding, but he couldn’t. What did he do? How could he be better? Was this just some sick fucked up prank on your part? Had he done something to anger you that you wanted to get back at him? With every word you spoke, his heart crumbled more and more. 

With a final apology, you got up to grab your suitcase. You had packed away some clothes and the basic necessities. You didn’t want to pack everything else until he came home and the two of you talked. You weren’t sure if he was going to go back to the 3Racha dorm or if he would stay in the apartment. 

The two of you had equally split the rent. You weren’t going to leave him alone to pay for everything himself. You had your own job and made your own money. Even if the lease wasn’t up, you planned on paying half of everything until it was. 

You had done a good job at keeping your tears away. Your voice had cracked a few times, but you pushed through. You didn’t want to cry in front of him and make everything worse. After all, you were the one who had decided to leave him. 

That’s when he grabbed your hand and started asking questions. You tried to answer them with a steady voice, but it was getting harder not to break down. You hated that you had to put him through this. He didn’t deserve this, nobody did, but you had to tell him the truth. 

He could hate you as much as he wanted. He could yell at you and scream at the top of his lungs. He could block you on every social media app and never talk to you again. He could block your number and pretend you didn’t exist, but he had made you feel like the luckiest person alive at one point. You owed him the truth. 

You pulled your hand away from his. “Hyunjin, you are amazing. You are so kind and caring and you love with every fiber of your being. You were there for me when I thought that I might crumble and never be able to get out of bed again. You are an incredible person and I can’t put into words how much you’ve meant to me during this relationship, but it’s time for me to go.” 

“Please,” he whispered. Tears continued to trail down his cheeks. The whites of his eyes had turned an irritated red. His brown glassy eyes welled up again. “What am I supposed to do without you?” 

“We can always be friends. I will always care about you and want the best for you. This romantic relationship isn’t working out for us. You will find someone and become their whole entire world. This won’t break you. I know it won’t because you’re a strong person.” 

“I don’t want anyone else, I want you!” He snapped. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He sniffled, let out a sigh, and opened up his eyes. “Please don’t walk out that door.” 

You took a step closer to him and gently pressed your lips against his. He felt it all over again. The warmth of your skin. Fireworks crackling and snapping in his bones. Butterflies swarming his stomach. 

You felt nothing. It was just a pair of lips against your own. No fireworks, no butterflies, nothing. The fiery passion you once had for him had burnt out weeks ago. 

You stepped away and grabbed the handle of your suitcase. It had been by your feet the whole time. He knew what was happening the moment he stepped into the kitchen and saw it sitting beside your chair. 

You sat in that specific chair every time the two of you were in the kitchen. You had tried every chair before you settled on that one. You swore that the padding built into the wood was fluffier in it and declared it yours. The memory was like a knife to his chest. 

“Good-bye, Hyunjin.” 

You gave him one last smile. It wasn’t your smile, it didn’t reach your eyes. The crinkles by the ends of your mouth didn’t crease as much. When you smiled, you showed your teeth. It was one of the many things that he loved about you. 

He stood stunned for a few seconds. The rolling of your suitcase thudded across the floor as you went towards the front door. The front door opened and, upon hearing it, he sprinted towards the living room. “Wait!” 

You paused in the frame’s opening. Car key in your hand, you were ready to go. You had booked a room at a local hotel until you could figure out where to go next. 

“Is there ever a possibility that we’ll get back together?” 

You bit down on your lip staring at him. His eyes searched your face desperately. He’d give you all the time in the world if you needed it. He’d wait until you were ready to try again. Fuck it, he’d start over from the very beginning if he had to. He’d take you out on dates and you could live in separate places. The two of you could work your way up again. 

“I don’t think so, I’m sorry.” 

“Oh…” 

Not wanting to continue seeing him so broken, you gave him one last farewell, and shut the door. You unlocked your car and threw your suitcase in the trunk. 

Through the windows, Hyunjin watched you drive away. His knees crumpled beneath him. The love of his life had just driven away and you would never be back. 

[moony7drac]

Innate/Unconscious magic

As promised on the previous post, where I was asked to give some headcanons for my Koopalings, here is some more! This time it's just focussed on one singular thing for each of them, instead of random things for random Koopalings.

(Innate magic is a type of magic that you are born with.)

None of these things are stuff that they had to (consciously) learn. They don't use this on purpose, it just… happens. Nor are any of these abilities really strongly noticeable. It only becomes noticeable once you really look for it. (Ludwig and Iggy, with a side help from Kamek, eventually try to investigate this, but it took them years to even get some vague suspicion of any of them even having something like this).

Ludwig can learn stuff way faster than anyone should be able to. This is mainly with music related stuff. He learns songs faster, and is able to play an instrument correctly a bit faster than others. (He still needs to put time into learning it, as it isn’t a “He tries once and immediately excels at it”).

Iggy can make (small) wounds heal faster, and bruises disappear faster. This happens when he bandages the wound, or puts a healing salve (made by himself, but he unconsciously put some of this healing magic in it), on a bruise. Much like with Ludwig, this isn’t a “snip of the finger and it’s healed”. It’s just that where a bruise should stay for 2ish weeks, when tended to by Iggy, it is almost completely gone after 1 week.

Lemmy’s talent for circus type tricks and his flexibility, don’t come from just his naturally flexible body. His innate magic helps here, too. For instance, when he jumps, he seems to be floating/stay in the air a bit longer than he should. (Even for someone his size and weight, it’s a bit longer than he’s supposed to). His balance also seems to be much better than that of anyone else. (Especially Larry’s, as he gets dizzy faster than the others. This has sparked the joke that Lemmy took extra balance, leaving none for Larry in the end).

Roy is able to spot weak spots in his opponent during fights, almost like it’s a sixth sense. There are a good couple of weak spots with every fighting style, but he’s able to spot them within seconds. Especially with those that know about the typical weak spots in their fighting style, and protect those spots. Roy can spot the ‘new’ weak spot, and is able to relativity quickly hit there.

Wendy is amazing with fashion, and especially making fitting clothes for people. They seem to always fit exactly the way they’re supposed to, and use the exact right colour for its wearer. Of course, if given blue fabric, she can’t turn it pink or so. But when given dark blue fabric, and the commission to make a suit for Ludwig, it will have the perfect dark blue to compliment her oldest brother, and seems to be a perfect fit for him.

Morton has become a god at cooking. It took some time, as everyone has to practice to become good at stuff, but he is way too good. Everything he makes always seems to have the exact amount of correct spices, and even seems to cater a bit to everyone’s favourite taste of the dish. (For instance, with regular soup, Iggy will taste the carrots more, while Roy tastes the meatballs the most).

Larry has a goddamn high animal handling. He can get along with animals pretty much within 5 minutes (if the animal isn’t actually out for blood or such, of course. But it doesn’t matter all that much between a kind animal, or a shy one with Larry.) Ludwig and Iggy haven’t been able to prove yet that Larry can actually talk to animals or not, but Larry has promised that if he somehow can, that he himself doesn’t even know it.

(Junior is a fully draconic Koopa, and doesn't really have much magic abilities. Or at least definitly not to the extend that any of his siblings have, and therefor doesn't have any innate magic).

[daimyosprincess]

EX LIBRIS FICLET

WHEN I THINK ABOUT YOU

—PAIRING: Professor!Boba Fett x F!Librarian!Reader

—SUMMARY: Being alone never bothered Professor Fett, that is, before you came along.

—WORD COUNT: 866

—SERIES RATING: Explicit, 18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

—TAGS & WARNINGS: second person narration, Boba POV, no use of y/n, sexual content, YEARNING

—AUTHOR'S NOTES: This was inspired by a song prompt from the wonderful @dukeoftheblackstar in this ask! I loved this cover of "I Touch Myself," when I listened it just screamed Professor Boba pining over our librarian reader before he finally asks her out on a date! Enjoy a little Ex Libris Boba POV besties 💖

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<Part I — Part 2>

Boba never minded solitude before, the state of being alone now natural to him after so long on his own. Years passed this way, first as a bounty hunter then as a university student and professor, stretches of time where his only company was his own. There were the occasional exceptions, of course, like the odd job as part of a team or the two hunters he’d come to call friends dropping in on their way to the next gig. He was often alone, yes, but never lonely. If the mood struck, he never had a problem with finding a willing partner to warm his bed or suck his cock. Hell, some even stuck around for a while.

He’s a difficult man, and Boba knows this. He’s rough around the edges and his scars run far deeper than just his skin. He doesn’t fill the air with pointless chatter or pass out mindless flattery to placate others; he doesn’t talk much at all, in fact, content to be left to his books and papers. That’s not to say he didn’t enjoy interacting with his students, answering their questions and listening to discussions in class once he began teaching. More than once he found his office hours overrun with students wanting to learn more or seeking his feedback on their work. He might be difficult but he is at home in his body, at peace with the man that he has become.

You blew all that to pieces, however, the moment you opened your mouth that fateful day in the library, sending him tumbling down into the abyss like the island of Mandalore itself. Cunning, quick, and ravishing, you spelled the end of his contentment with solitude through your teasing wit and undeniable spark. Suddenly, his world became made for two and being alone, being without you, was unthinkable. He would do anything, overcome any obstacle to make you happy, he’d swear it on his father’s life. His existence always had a purpose, Boba never doubted that, but now it had a meaning, too.

It’s the words he has to say if he wants you by his side that make him hesitant; it always has been the karking words that make him stumble. How does he tell you he hopes you love him or that he wants to feel you above him? Or that when he searches the depths of his deepest desires, there’s only you, reminding him of what happiness could be? Why couldn’t he just take you somewhere private, show you how much you mean to him, how your laughter warmed his cold bones, or how you’re the first person since his father to make him feel safe. Why does there have to be so many words, Boba wonders, when he doesn’t want anybody else but you?

The weeks go by and your face fills his dreams, your plush, rosy lips, your sparkling eyes, the way your laugh wrinkles your nose. Your voice beckons him from the corners of his mind, leaving an unanswered ache in his chest when he awakens in the morning. Try as he may, Boba can’t resist when he’s alone in bed after another day of you dressed in a pretty sundress on his office couch, smiling and wicked as ever. He gives in. He knows he should feel guilty that when he touches his flushed, leaking cock when he’s all alone, he’s thinking about you. He thinks about the way you shine so bright and how he flourishes in your sun, about how he’s never laughed more in his entire life than in the past few weeks. Most of all, however, Boba thinks about how he wishes you were his and he was yours.

He supposes there’s some solace in his seclusion now that every time he closes his eyes you’re there, slipping in and out of his thoughts like silk through his fingers. You’re in every breath takes, every beat of his malcontent heart; your happiness is his own and without you, he would rather take to the grave than go back to his own solitary company. Shand tells him a fool could see just how much he adores you inside and out, but you’re no fool. You’re insightful, intelligent, and self-aware to a fault; you know what you want and you’re not ashamed of that fact. But do you know that he’d get down on his knees for you, that he’d do anything you asked of him no matter the cost?

Boba doesn’t want anyone else and he certainly doesn’t want to be alone in his own darkness now that you’ve lit a fire in his soul—a blaze tended by your kindness and fanned by your thinly veiled desire for his body on yours. He’d happily fulfill your every carnal wish if you asked, to be the balance a force of nature like you needed in order to ascend to the height of your pleasure. When he thinks about you, he can’t help the need that builds inside him that has to be released to ensure his continuing sanity. But mostly, when he thinks about you, he just hopes against all odds that you’re thinking about him too.

<Part I — Part 2>

[rising-volteccers]

The continuation of my personal thoughts about episode 18 of Horizons because I will not be denied putting in many images. Also if you're actually reading both posts you're a real one. Thank you for listening the ramblings of someone knee deep in hyperfixation mode.

Part one of the post is [here]

This bit gives us a little insight on how Friede initially viewed Cap. Through the goggles of a Pokemon Professor, he found Cap interesting as a research subject seeing that he is a Pikachu that's acting outside the typical behavior and actions known to the species. While I'm sure he genuinely does want to learn, the way he introduces himself (really now, do you think a Pikachu is going to care that you're a genius Pokemon Professor?) still shows that he's yet to expand from the viewpoint that he knows of.

Here, we see that Friede can be quite persistent. Once he's got his eyes on something, it's like he has to figure out everything that he can seemingly in a one track mind sort of way. Did he have to chase Pikachu around in a circle? No. Did he still do it till he fell out of exhaustion? Yes. It looks to me like someone who's super fixated on something to the point that he sort of forgets his limit until he crashes into it.

I love this scene because Friede's still clearly interested in what makes this Pikachu different but he also obviously care for him too. Earlier in the episode, Murdock mentioned how Cap isn't picky with his food so to see that echoed here is a nice touch!

Once again we see how persistent Friede can be with his research. Who knows how many days he's been visiting Cap around dawn to the point that he's able to take body tackles and headbutts (also love how Charizard was cheering him on!). Of course being human, he's unable to do anything about electrical shocks but does that deter him from his research?

Later we'll learn that Friede's been pretty thorough in gathering data about Cap. It's pretty refreshing to see the actual fieldwork that goes on in a Professor's research! He took videos, analyze how Cap's been flying and the like. Friede certainly earned his qualifications but he's missing an important aspect in his research, as we'll see later.

Finally Friede's acknowledging that he might know a lot of things about Pokemon theoretically and informational wise but it was vain of him to believe that he knew everything about these mysterious, wonderful creatures. Once again this gave me the impression that throughout most of his life, he was excelling in everything that he did and rarely experienced failure. Perhaps he never truly experienced what's it like to continuously fail but never giving up.

It makes me wonder how insightful Lucca is. She had a good enough grasp of Friede's character even after years of not seeing one another and understanding that if she had him meet this Pikachu, it would spark something within him.

I adore this scene as we now see that Liko's fate is crossed with Friede's. It's like watching the first wheel turning in a series of events set into motion by Lucca. The Rising Volt Tacklers wouldn't have been formed if not for her having Friede meet Cap. She wouldn't have hired Friede to be Liko's bodyguards and Liko would never experience the growth that she gets from being a part of the Rising Volt Tacklers. It comes full circle and its really fun to see narrative wise.

One thing that I noticed is the fact that Lucca refers to Friede as a 'boy' with a promising future instead of a young man. Perhaps it's a translation choice and it means something else but to me, this further shows that Friede's a gifted kid. Who's to say he wasn't going through advanced courses on his way to get his certifications as a professor? His ambiguous age makes it hard to clock in an exact one but I personally believe he's at least mid to late twenties, making this flashback take place when he was even younger than that.

Regardless, I love how she's honestly supportive of Friede and want what's best for him.

Now we're seeing that Friede's learning everything about Cap but the most important reason: why was this Pikachu pushing himself so far for? That's something one can't get looking at it from a purely analytical view. Friede could collect all the data he wanted by observing from afar and jotting the information down but he will never understand this Pikachu's reasoning and the emotions behind each and every jump.

Thus he needs to not view it just as a Pokemon Professor but as a Pokemon Trainer too. Wasn't that how most people started out in the end? Learning about this world and the various wonderful, mysterious creatures living within it. Forming long lasting bonds and understanding one another. Friede can't keep narrowing himself in this singular viewpoint so it's a nice natural development to see him going back to his roots.

Thus leading us to this climatic scene. Friede finally learns that he can't just keep observing and gathering data. He needs to get moving, to see what this Pikachu is seeing to fully, properly understand him. Friede and Charizard chased after this Pikachu higher and higher until they get to see a new horizon.

There wouldn't be a plot to Pokemon Horizons: Liko and Roy Set Off if there wasn't a Pokemon Horizons: Friede Set Off to set the wheels in motion at the start.

Friede was stuck in a rut, not knowing what to do or where to go with his life. Meeting Cap led to him to ascend from the hole he'd been in just like Cap did to see a new horizon, that the world is vast and there's so much to learn and discover about Pokemon.

He didn't need to be a Pokemon Professor stuck in a lab doing research all day. He can be a Pokemon Professor that travels the world to learn everything that he can. He won't be tied down to one spot. I believe that the origin of his Japanese name Freed is derived from freedom so just like his namesake, he will freely fly higher than the sun with Cap, Charizard and eventually the rest of the Rising Volt Tacklers.

After that, I love how supportive Ludlow was in entrusting his fishing boat to Friede. Again, I wonder if Ludlow is actually Friede's biological grandfather or a really close family friend since I like to think that you'd need to be pretty close to accept that kind of request. That goes the same too with Orla (it's amusing to think that he and Ludlow sailed from Paldea all the way to Hoenn just to find her).

They were childhood friends and despite her having moved to Hoenn, I can see that they've kept good contact with one another. If Friede was an estranged childhood friend, I wouldn't have accepted his frankly outrageous request. It also goes to show that Orla truly is a genius mechanic to be able to follow through with it! I'm truly hoping we'd get an episode focusing on her sometime in the future!

Thus we get the backstory behind the formation of the Rising Volt Tacklers! Once again Friede shows that he forgets to share (or just chose not to) information seeing that it came as a surprise to Liko. Even the rest of the crew mentioned how there's so much he never told him and earlier in the episode, Orla stated that he's shy about sharing his past.

If (or when) the hyperfixation hits again, I do want to write up a general Friede character observation up until episode 18. Friede thus far has shown to be someone who keeps his cards close to his chest. He rarely shows his true feelings, and if pointed out, he deflects or redirects the subject. He keeps withholding (or straight up forgetting) in telling the crew information but we know that he cares for them.

It truly makes me wonder what other mysteries or secrets this guy holds and I hope alongside the rest of the RVT, we'll get to see more of their story unveil through their journey.

[lostsunlight]

CHAPTER 8 - GOLDEN THREADS WOVEN BY SHARPEND HANDS

childe x reader, wc: 3.1k, masterlist , Ao3 cw: nsfw, violence, murder

You arrived at Bubu Pharmacy as soon as dawn broke, you had left the house without seeing Childe, you hadn’t seen him since he left you on the couch. You supposed he was busy with his grand plans to gain glory. 

You had spent the night kneeled over the rather large bathtub inlaid into the floor, trying one again to form swords with your Vision anyways. Now with the aid of the borrowed catalyst it seemed easier to form the sharp edge of the blade.

Dr Baizhu stood at the front of the pharmacy alongside Qiqi, he was listing off a few things and writing them in the notebook you had seen Qiqi holding yesterday. You approached the pair, cool dawn breeze gently blowing your hair.

Baizhu hands the notebook to Qiqi and she ambles off without saying much of anything. Changsheng lazily slithers up his arm and then returns to her familiar perch around his shoulders. 

Baizhu addresses you “Y/N, I’m glad you could make it, come inside and we'll discuss your contract of employment”

You nod “Of course Doctor” 

You follow him behind the counter into a small office, herbs and papers meticulously placed and ordered. He sits behind the desk and pulls out a small stack of papers and slides them towards you. Changsheng slides off his arm to curl around a small lantern on the desk emitting heat.

“This covers your pay, hours and scope of practice. It also details what you will be doing while you study under me”

You flick through the pages, you hadn't exactly encountered anything like this but you trusted Baizhu enough to not scam you. After meticulously reading every line you signed the contract. You were required to work at least 4 days a week, but your hours seemed flexible. You swallowed your anxieties about Childe doing something stupid, he would tell you before right? Likely not seeing how spontaneous he can be, he would just have to seek you out at Bubu pharmacy and you would have to feign not knowing him.

You slid the contract back to him, black ink still glistening on the paper. You felt a spark up your forearm, you inhaled sharply, a reminder of Morax perhaps.

Baizhu gave a nod “Now, about Qiqi, you may have noticed she's not quite like a normal human child”

“I was wondering about that”

“She died quite a while ago, the adepti of Liyue blessed her so she may continue to live in the form of a zombie. Unfortunately due to her being a zombie she has very poor memory and she is unable to commence a task on her own”

You nod along, Baizhu continues “Any order you give her she will do and she will not stop until the task is completed, unless you give her a hug with enough conviction”

You smile a little bit, she was still somewhat human under all those frosty layers

“It’ll take a while for her to warm up to you, I would bring her some coconut milk when she asks for a ‘cocogoat’. Poor thing forgets what its called”

You nod, not having much to add.

“One more thing, if a woman by the name of Hu Tao comes around asking for Qiqi, say you do not know where she is. She’s the Director at Wangsheng Funeral Parlour”

“Right, I take it she wants Qiqi because she's technically dead?”

‘Correct”

Your eyes flick back to Changsheng, asleep around the lantern, soft orange glow dancing off her shining scales. “Is Changsheng alright? She seems less… chatty than she was yesterday”

Baizhu glances at Changsheng “She’ll be ok, as a cold blooded creature, the cold mornings in Liyue take a lot of energy from her. She’ll be ok once she's warmed up”

You nod “I see”

With that Baizhu prompt stands and exits the office “With that sorted, lets begin your training. First you must learn to harness your elemental energy more effectively” 

The day seeps into a mix of training and treating, Baizhu starts out by teaching you the fundamentals of Liyuan principles. That treatment involved both the body and soul, he teaches you to harness your elemental energy by using his Dendro Vision as an example. 

Oddly enough every time Baizhu attended to a patient you were sent out of the room, you had heard of his miracle work, perhaps it was his secret to keep. You could help but notice that Baizhu looked a little more weak every time he treated someone. The bags under his eyes grew darker, he seemed more and more tired. 

Soon enough you slip into an easy rhythm like you had back at the cathedral’s infirmary.

✧

Childe was escorted to a private room at the back of Luili Pavilion by a clearly nervous waitress. He stepped into the room, he barely registered the waitress saying she would be back to take orders in a bit. His attention was focused on the brown haired man sitting at the head of the table sipping tea.

Putting on his most outgoing personality he greeted the man “I take it you’re Zhongli? I’m glad we finally have the opportunity to meet” 

He sits himself down to face Zhongli “And you must be the Harbinger that has Liyue wrapped around his finger”

“Hah! You flatter me sir, I’m merely an envoy of her majesty here to oversee the Northland Bank for a while”

“I must say, I’m rather curious as to why you wished to meet me today” he placed the steaming teacup down and made eye contact with Childe “It's not everyday a Harbinger would take interest in a normal person”

“You’re well known around The Harbour for your extensive knowledge of Liyue’s history. I’m curious to learn about it” 

Childe omitted the rumours that he was an adeptus of some sorts. He wasn’t sure how much weight the rumours held or if they held any weight at all, he would have to judge that for himself. 

Zhongli took another sip of his tea “And what is it you wish to know Childe?”

“The adepti, I’ve heard legends of them but nobody here ever mentions them. If it were any other city gods walking among them would be the talk of the town” He looked directly Zhongli, wanting nothing but answers

Zhongli launches into a long-winded explanation “The adepti are bound to protect Liyue by a contract made with Morax, in an age gone by they fought to the death protecting Liyue during the Archon War and The Cataclysm” He pauses for a moment to take a sip of his tea and then continues “The ones who are left with a few exceptions have no interest in humans and their affairs. The adepti have all but left Liyue Harbour to be ruled by the Qixing”

“Where might you find the adepti now?” Childe traced a finger along the edge of his glass

“Juyen Karst. It would be a fool's errand to seek them out however. You would need a Sigil of Permission which have all but disappeared over the ages” 

Childe knew about the Sigils of course, but now the second piece of the puzzle had fallen into place, he knew where to find the adepti. Now all he needed was to find someone to carry out the dirty work. Going to see them himself would be too risky.

Childe continues to let Zhongli ramble on about the adepti and their history in the archon war. Telling a grand tale about something called ‘The Guili Assembly’ and a goddess of dust. After a short wait the food came out, instead of the fork and knife Childe was expecting he was presented with two wooden sticks. 

Zhongli picked them up with ease, Childe tried to replicate what he was doing briefly but after failing to pick up his food a few times he resolved to just stabbing the food with the chopstick. While Liyuean food was great he still missed the food of his home nation.

Zhongli didn't say anything but he could feel his eyes on him. At the end of the meal the waitress bought the check. Childe looked to Zhongli expecting him to pay his half.

“Ah, I'm afraid I do not have any Mora on my person” he confessed

Childe grit his teeth for a second before relenting, he had enough funds from Northland anyways “Don't worry, I can cover it. What's a little debt between friends anyways?” he joked.

“The storyteller at Heyu Teahouse is beginning soon, if you wish to learn more about Liyue’s history then you may accompany me” 

“I would be delighted to”

After paying for the admittedly expensive meal Chide and Zhongli set out. They quickly found seats just before The Teamaster began his tale, a popular epic of one of Morax’s battles during the Archon War. Liu Su cleared his throat and the crowd went silent. 

Master Liu Su was an excellent storyteller, weaving the threads together expertly. Zhongli on the other hand interrupted Liu Su more than once to correct him regarding some details of the story. Childe had expected the crowd to be annoyed at him but rather they seemed indifferent, like they were used to it. 

Perhaps there was weight to the rumours that Zhongli was an adeptus, he spoke as if he was there, in such a matter-of-fact tone as well. There was more to this man, no chance he was just a historian. Childe would just have to figure it out.

Liu Su wrapped up his tale and the crowd broke out into a polite applause, soon the air was filled with conversations. 

“It was lovely meeting you Zhongli, I find myself fascinated with Liyue’s history”

“If you wish to discuss it further and learn more, might I suggest we have another meal soon”

“That sounds delightful”

“Then it’s agreed”

✧

You returned to see Childe in a good mood. You were surprised to see him at home at all seeing as he had been all but a ghost for the last two days. You were still reeling from the conversation you had had. 

Childe looked up when he heard you step inside. He was standing over the stove with a piece of fish in hand. It looked strange to see a Harbinger in all his glory standing over a stove cooking. You approached him, standing next to him as he placed the piece of fish on the iron skillet.

“You can cook?” You question, taking in the scene 

“Of course, my Мама would have killed me and my brothers if we didn’t learn, something about finding a good wife” 

“Your mother, what’s she like?” Childe looks at you for a second before returning his attention to the pan, oil spitting as the fish crackles in the pan. 

“Kind, she's the best mother I could have asked for. She cares for all of my siblings younger and older. She could even wrangle my папа, father, out of a bad mood”

“How many siblings do you have?” You move to grab a thick wooden cutting board and a knife. You begin to cut the vegetables. 

“Six, three older and three younger, I'm right in the middle. The youngest two, Teucer and Anthon, don’t know that I work for the Fatui, they don’t know about my station as a Harbinger either. The others have agreed to keep quiet about it until they’re older”

“You want to keep them in the dark?”

“I want to preserve their innocence for as long as I can”

“That's… Rather admirable”

“Do you have any siblings, blood related that is”

You shake your head “No, and if I do I wouldn't know, all orphans are given to The Church or The Knights, considering the abyssal activity in Mondstadt has been particularly high there's a lot of children with dead parents” 

You wave your knife around for effect before continuing “The closest thing I had was Marianne”

“Marianne... You mentioned her before, another sister I’m guessing?”

“It’s complicated” you sigh “ Once I considered her as a second half of myself, a reflection if you will. But people change, she wanted to follow the path of what she thought was our duty and I didn’t” 

You don’t mention Mona’s prophecy for her, that she would be struck down in her prime, fighting for what she believed in. Marianne had dismissed the prophecy at the time, deeming it nothing but nonsense. 

Childe takes the slices of fish and places them on a plate, he grabs the now chopped vegetables and throws them in the pan and adds a little more oil. 

“One day I will cry for her” You said, moving to set two plates next to him and the cutlery on the table, you stripped yourself of your gloves. 

Deciding to change the subject, the fresh sting of Marianne still hurt too much.  “I haven’t seen you for the past few days, where have you been?” you ask

“Fatui business” He responds vaguely 

“Which means?” 

“Just lunch with a contact”

“I find that rather hard to believe Harbinger ” 

“How so?” He takes the pan off the fire and serves the vegetables, placing them on the table, you both take your respective seats. 

“I’m just surprised you haven't killed anything yet” you stab the fish with your fork and take a bite. Merde, It was delicious. 

“You sound so sure of yourself” he snarked 

“Oh so you have killed someone in the three short days we've been here” you glance up at him through your lashes 

“You shouldn’t be so surprised. If it helps it was in self defence” 

You shrug “You’re right I shouldn’t. Suppose its part of your job”

“I’m assuming you got the apprenticeship?” He pokes at the vegetables

“I was wondering when you would ask”

“So you did get it?”

You nod “Yes, with that being said I’ll be at Bubu Pharmacy so if you need me you’ll have to go there. I'll give you my schedule”

“Sounds good. I tend to find myself fighting at night anyways” He stands up and clears the plates “With that being said were headed to Mount Tianheng, there's a few hilichurl camps out there”

“We?” You cross your arms 

“Yep. We” he shrugs on his jacket and shoves on his boots and strides out the door. You resigned and followed him. 

You tail behind him from a distance without him asking you to, knowing the agreement about being associated with each other. After a short while you exit the city and catch up with him once you were sure there was nobody around. 

“Have you still got that catalyst I gave you?” 

You pull the weapon out, its form revealing itself with a golden sheen, letting it float beside you. 

“Good. You see that hilichurl? Shoot it” He points in the direction of the creature, it was hunched over digging in the dirt

You hesitate for a minute, trying to justify it. If you did not strike first it would hurt you. Taking a deep breath you formed a hydro dagger instead of a water droplet. It wasn’t the best but it would do for now. 

“Don’t hesitate in battle, that gives your opponent more time to land a hit on you” Childe comments

Letting it float, you aim it at the stray hilichurl and throw it with all the force you have, leaving a glimmering trail of hydro. It grazes the hilichurl’s blackened arm. It jumps to attention, letting out a screech, turning its body towards you. Without thinking you form a second dagger and throw it at the rapidly approaching hilichurl, bracing your knees getting ready to dodge.

This time it struck true embedding itself in the hilichurl’s stomach, it staggered a little.

Childe walked up behind you placing his hands on your shoulders, he leans in and whispers “Now finish it off” 

Gathering all your energy you throw one last hydro dagger, it lands in its throat. The hilichurl gurgles and dissipates into nothing but black smoke curling towards the night sky. You swallowed, hands shaking. 

“You did well, I like the daggers, very creative” he said jauntily, he keeps on walking not waiting for you. You jog to catch up with him. 

“Why did you bring me here?” you question him sharply

“What I can't enjoy spending time with you?” 

“And you do that by killing things?” 

“Tch- Their hilichurls, If anything its letting off some steam”

“Why would you think I would enjoy that?” you huff “I only agreed to learn to fight so I would be able to defend myself in case someone found out about us or the knights were tailing me”

“You would have to kill them anyways, might as well learn to make that final hit without hesitation”

You bit your lip, he was right of course. Letting a loose end hand was a horribly dangerous idea. Still, the thought of killing anything made you feel sick, you would just have to hope you never got into that situation. 

“Come, there's a camp not far ahead”

“If you want me to fight a whole camp then you would be mistaken”

“You’ll be fine, you have me as backup”

“...Right”

You walk a little further up the path, rounding a large rock to see the rudimentary camp. There were a few hilichirls milling around and one particularly menacing looking mitachurl. Childe draws his dual blades and you draw your catalyst.

Childe rushes into the camp, you stay back more than happy to keep your distance. Childe becomes nothing more than a flurry of movement. Blades converging to make a polearm, splitting to make a bow. The lower part of his red scarf moving like fire.

You summon a dagger and throw it at a hilichurl on the edge of the camp, it hits its back. It charges at you, swinging its bat a trail of flame lighting up the darkness. You sidestep its charge and hit it with a charged attack. It falls back and dies. 

The second time didn’t make it easier, you just wanted to go back to Liyue Harbour. In the time it took you to take down one hilichurl Childe had cleared the camp. His eyes lit up with what you could assume was battle-lust. 

There was a small spatter of blood along his cheek. You approach him, wiping the blood off his face, flicking your hand to get rid of it. 

“I don't understand you, how can you find joy in this?”

“I don’t understand how you can’t, its exhilarating” 

“Let’s go back to Liyue Harbour, I can’t stand the stench of abyssal creatures”

Childe averts his gaze, you notice his eyebrows furrow momentarily and his jaw clench 

“That's probably for the best, I forgot how hard the first few kill were”

Why did he react that way to you saying you hated the smell of the abyss? There was something more here. A problem for later you decided. You were just happy you were finally heading back to the safety of the Harbour.