#still technically day 2 here shhhh

[atla-suki]

it is done!! @sukka-week 2023 Day 2: An Ocean Apart/Homecoming or Soulmates

pov: you walk into a wedding afterparty thrown by the avatar’s brother-in-law and you see these two on the other side of the atla-world-equivalent of the beer pong table. you immediately know you’re screwed.

click for better quality or see below for closeups :)

this piece was inspired by the early chapters of @the-power-of-stuff’s amazing fic ‘The Words To Keep You’ ! u should all 10000% go read it if u haven’t already!

also also also suki’s outfit was taken from @it-is-sooz-again’s art of the same fic! check it out here :)

i intended to make this piece fit the ‘an ocean apart’ prompt or generally the theme of reuniting. initially i was gonna draw them both separate but they looked too good together. oh sukka the power couple that you are…

some closeups:

hope u like! 😁😁

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Morning News with Asmi 14 Oct '24

OOPS I FORGOT TO MAKE A POST YESTERDAY AND SO I GUESS 13TH OCTOBER WILL REMAIN A MYSTERY FOREVER. AAAAAA. ANYWAY HI IT'S TECHNICALLY MORNING OF 15TH TODAY BUT IT'S TOO EARLY TO CARE IT'S 14TH IN TEXAS MMKAY.

1. HURRICANE UPDATE: PEOPLE ARE NOW SHIPPING THE TWO HURRICANES. THERE'S FANART BASED ON THE VAGUE FACE SHAPES THEY MADE?? EVERYTHING IS FINE.

2. I MANAGED TO SURVIVE A VERY SMALL BIT OF THE SPICIEST CHIP IN THE WORLD EVEN THOUGH MY FRIEND WHO LIKES SPICY FOOD ATE THE SAME SIZE TEENY BIT.

3. THE BIRD, REDDIT, FLEW BACK HOME TO ITS HUMANS ON SUNDAY?? ITS HUMANS WERE THE CONSTRUCTION WORKERS FOR THE PLOT NEXT DOOR? SO... THE BIRD JUST WANTED A GODDAMN NIGHT AWAY AS A HOLIDAY WHILE ITS HUMANS WERE SEARCHING FRANTICALLY FOR IT?? IM

4. MY FRIEND INTRODUCED ALIEN STAGE TO ME LAST NIGHT (YEAH THREE OF US JUST RANDOMLY HAD A SLEEPOVER ON A MONDAY EVENING ART SCHOOL IS FINE WE'RE FINE) AND AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH IVAN MY BELOVED AAAAAH SUA AAAAA MIZI (FOR OUR PRINTMAKING CLASS, THE FRIEND--THE SAME ONE WHO THOUGHT TUMBLR WAS DEAD--MADE FANART OF THEM) OH NAAAAAAY CLEMATISSS AAAA

5. NORTH KOREA IS ABOUT TO ATTACK SOUTH KOREA APPARENTLY?

6. SOMEONE NAMED DAVID ALABA HAD AN INJURY WHICH MIGHT AFFECT HIS CHANCES AS REAL MADRID. WHAT THE FUCK IS REAL MADRID? FOOTBALL? CAR RACING? BASKETBALL? YAHTZEE?

7. I FINALLY LEARNED HOW TO PLAY UNO AND I WON THE FIRST PROPER GAME I PLAYED AND IT WAS OF UNO FLIP IM A GENIUS

AND NOW FOR THE WEATHER AND I SWEAR I WILL NOT FORGET ANY CONTINENTS THIS TIME

1. Australia: Hot and stinky. Just like me. I didn't shower yesterday.

2. Asia: Wet. Water. Wet wet sploosh. But not the ao3 way.

3. North America: Hurricane gay porn season I guess.

4. South America: Cloudy with a chance of moqueca.

5. Antarctica: ...still green. I wonder why my brain said piss-coloured. Green isn't piss. I mean. Piss isn't green. It's too early for this.

6. Europe: COZ IT'S TOO COLD FOR YOU HERE AND NOW SO LET ME HOLD BOTH YOUR HANDS IN THE HOLES OF MY SWEATER

7. Africa: The sun peeks out uwu from clouds

AND THE ANSWERS TO SATURDAYS CROSSWORD:

1. Baby food that adults can be allergic to: Milk. Well. It's not an allergy, it's an intolerance. Which involves different biological processes and not being able to digest it rather than the body reacting to an allergen. Shhhh. I never claimed to be smart.

2. Makes shitty copper: El-Nair (thanks @arkytiorlecter for that wild ride)

3. A condition that causes strong reactions to panic and pain at certain sounds: Misophonia (ily mad thanks for educating me @falling-raine)

4. A decaying virtual room of insanity orgies from the 10's: Tumblr

5. With ____, anything is possible: BARBIE!

IM TOO LAZY TO MAKE A CROSSWORD SO INSTEAD HAVE THE LESBIANS I PAINTED FOR MY PRINT-MAKING (MY OC'S)

AND BANGALORE PALACE WHICH I VISITED ON SUNDAY:

I LOVE YOU FORGIVE ME FOR MY NEGLIGENCE HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY/NIGHT MAGGOTS OF MINE

[willowlived]

close your eyes and count to ten - day one | lake

abstinence camp spoilers! broken bones/ injury mention. that's it :) no editing. one day if i find my ao3 i will but not today :') yes this is also a day late but i have day 2 coming too shhhh

Is it the smartest thing in the world to drag Pete here when technically abstinence camp is technically still in full fucking swing for the next ten minutes? No. Truth be told she would not be surprised if Grace motherfucking Chasity to come around with her axe, being more of a cockblock than ever before. That's what it feels like at least, though maybe that's because of the company she keeps now.

Stephanie Lauter knew what being absolutely fucking whipped meant. Up until she got there, she thought that it was straight fucking bullshit that thirteen year olds wrote in their creative stories or hopeless romantics waxed about in stupid poetry. Meeting Peter Spankoffski? Well... she is sort of starting to think that she might just understand the meaning and never in her life had she wanted to actively pursue someone, and fuck it had been hell just sitting there next to him, talking to him and trying her best to not flirt ( or flirt in a tame manner- restrained and clearly so ). For weeks she has been swallowing down glances, she has been swallowing down words or touches- No more.

Closing ceremonies are happening and things are crazy and chaotic ( as crazy and chaotic as things can get at a abstinence camp being ran with only one insane counselor instead of two ) but it's finally the perfect time to steal Pete away, Steph helping him walk down to the water, she helps him sit where they can both let there feet dip in the water, and then she sits next too him, not too close, hands pressed to the ground one, subconsciously reaching in his direction, keeping up her restraint so to make sure he did not grab it. If only she had her phone, she would start a timer, she would play some music, she would have an easier time trying to find the words to say. Words when it comes to these sorts of things have never been her strong suite, but she has a playlist for everything to ease the mood-

Or well... maybe she does not have one for everything. After all, what fucking songs could she put in a playlist to describe a good old "We kissed and it was real and wonderful, don't you agree- but we have been pretending like nothing happened for the sake of our heads staying on our necks" mood? Mentally scolding herself, Steph sighs- It's just words... Say something...

" So is your brother coming to get you? " Fucking smooth Lauter. It probably isn't the best conversation to start with. Surly the last thing he wants to talk about his brother. The last thing she wants to do is talk about leaving. Not when there is so much to discuss about the past, something that was also not her strongest suit, much preferring the now. Pete, though, does not seem so bothered, a small smile forming on his lips through from Steph's perspective it seems... sad.

" That was our plan. Maybe plans have changed, though." His eyes fall down and his shoulder tenses, kicking at the water with his non-broken leg as he clears his throat. Regret hits Steph like a rock and like he senses it, he looks over at her and offers a smile, small, tense, but like he's trying to assure the both of them of the fact and not simply her. He exhales and shakes his head. " After everything I just have a bad feeling. Like we're never going to leave- "

Which probably makes this conversation something we shouldn't be having. Doubt creeps in for a moment as Stephanie swallows and tears her eyes away, again fishing for words when she felt a hand resting on hers, turning back to find Pete looking at her this look she could not quite place in his eyes, then she looked back to the water, a little bit of a smile on her lips as she teases. " Well if you're going to make moves like that Spankoffski I don't think that we will. No pre-marital hand holding. " Thankfully, that got a laugh out of him-

Surprisingly, that laugh gave her enough of a confidence boost to properly grab and hold his hand, squeezing it a little while giving Pete a bit of a smile before she drops it, looking back behind them just to make sure that there was no one there, sighing a little to herself in relief, before looking back to their entwined fingers.

A comfortable silence falls around them for a moment, but it does not feel like it's they are quiet, words coming from the pair of them in the way Pete was playing with her fingers. Are they waiting out the ticking clock? Are they enjoying the time? It's a mix of both, at least from her perspective and for the second time this summer, despite how many hours they have spent in the sun, Steph actually feels it hit her skin. And it's all the she needs to talk about what's been on her mind.

" So senior year is coming around, yeah? " Steph starts and Pete hums and looks up at her, tilting his head, clearly not following her train of think though he nods his head. She looks out at the water, but she scoots a little closer to Pete, carefully so their knees are touching. " I know it's going to be a little messy and fuck we will have a whole other person out there trying to kill us if we get all kissy and touchy and I know that- "

" Wait." Pete cuts her off, a little crack in his voice that she hears him scold himself slightly for, her eyes moving to look at him in hopes to reassure, only to find him looking wide eyed right at her. " Are you actually asking me what I think you are? " His voice lowers a little bit as though one of their classmates would near, a certain timidness that she had not seen all summer and makes her sad to see.

" Are you, Stephanie Lauter, asking me to be your boyfriend? - O-Or date or whatever? "

" ... I mean if I, Stephanie Lauter, was asking you that, and happened to mention that I have been meaning to follow up with you about a certain kiss that happened, what would you, Peter Spankoffski, say?" She asks, not hiding her nerves. Pete, though, smiles and blushes, and wordlessly nods his head, breathing in before finding his words.

" I would say that it might be a little complicated, but I would really like that. "

Steph, smiles wider and laughs happily, muttering a small " Cool. " Fighting the urge to kick the water around in her joy. She instead, takes another chance and kisses his cheek before standing up and holding her hand out to help him.

" Well then I guess you need my phone number and you need to get back to you brother. "

It sure as fuck was going to be an interesting last two minutes of the summer of 2020's Camp Idontwannabang. And it sure as fuck was going to be an interesting senior year, but as long as Peter Spankoffski was holding her hand, she sure as fuck knew she could handle it all.

[xenon-demon]

WIP Wednesday

thank you so much @sailors-ink for the tag!!! <3 it's technically thursday for me now (gotta love being australian) but shhhh it's fine WIP Wednesday is a state of mind ✨

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We're posting progress here. If you haven't made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you've posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That's it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

WIPs:

1. steddie domestic hairwashing 2. cheerscoops fake dating season 3 au (steddie/buckingham) 3. when you come back, it's gravity (kas!steve au) 4. med student steve & nurse eddie who is sick of his shit 5. doctor who steddie indulgence

And the snippet I'm posting is from steddie domestic hairwashing:

“You know there isn’t actually a hospital policy about bathing?” Steve’s barely shut the door behind him before he starts speaking.   Eddie feels a thrill of anxiety shoot through his chest and hopes to whatever higher power there might be that his heart rate monitor doesn’t pick up on it. “What?” It comes out way too strained, and Eddie’s really got to get a grip on himself. Just because he feels like a deer in the headlights right now doesn’t mean he needs to act like it, for fuck’s sake. “There isn’t a hospital policy about who can help you shower, or go to the toilet, or whatever. You don’t have to put up with the shitty sponge baths from the nurses anymore,” Steve says, his voice bright and excited about this, the absolute bastard. Eddie swallows, trying desperately to school his features into something calmer. “Oh. How, um, how’d you find that out?” “I asked one of the nurses,” Steve replies, like it’s obvious, and of course he fucking did. God damn Steve Harrington and his stupid god damned helpful nature. "Sure, you can't have an actual shower, since you still have bandages and stuff on. But as long as we don't get them wet, there's nothing stopping me from washing your hair or helping you get cleaned up." “Right,” Eddie says, and he knows he should say something, crack some kind of joke like I’m surprised the nurses will speak to anyone associated with me, but he can’t bring himself to. He sees it on Steve’s face the moment he notices that Eddie isn’t as excited about this as Steve is. “What’s wrong?” Steve asks, brows furrowing slightly. He’s much quieter now. “I thought your hair was bothering you? Since, y’know, we had that conversation…”

Aaaaand I'm honestly not sure who to tag since I've seen most of my writer mutuals post for WIP Wednesday already, so I'm gonna say if you see this and want to do it but haven't been tagged, then do it and say I tagged you! <3

[estrellami-1]

Okay immediately yes I’m here for all of this. Thank you for tagging me!!! ❤️

I’m not saying “If I Should Stay” only because I’m still working on it, but otherwise it definitely would be on the list. The amount of support I’ve gotten from it is INSANE and I love each and every one of you who’s liked, commented, or reblogged it. Seriously.

Now, onto the list!

1. Falling. I think this one’s gonna be in first place for a long, long time. It garnered the most attention out of everything, it was a rather big project that I finished rather quickly, and beyond that I actually just like it. I like the writing I did. This is one I’ll go back and reread sometimes and just get a fluttery little feeling in my chest, like, “you did good.” And it’s nice, y’know? And it’s hilarious because I posted this before I’d seen any of the episodes.

2. Because of You. I think I have a sequel in the works that I need to actually decide if I’m gonna post or not. But this one is also one of my favorites. I don’t think I have a reason beyond just… liking it. It’s been a long journey from where I started, and where I started was… interesting. I was somehow simultaneously egotistical and overly-critical of my works. I was the best author to ever walk the earth but I hated everything I wrote. This is one of the first fics i can remember liking as I was writing it.

3. See You. Yet another fic I have a sequel in the works for. I always loved the idea of Eddie seeing and understanding people, noticing when Steve actually maybe wasn’t okay, and doing something about it. I’d read plenty of fics with that premise but was always too scared to attempt my own until I just… did it. This was an act of bravery, so for that reason, this fic is on this list.

4. (untitled) Steddie Week Day 7. Yet another sequel in the works… I should really stop doing that but how can I when @madigoround leaves the SWEETEST tags and awakens the little monster in me? 😂 in all honesty though, I was really proud of this one. It also got a lot of good feedback and more so, I did this in a DAY! Or maybe two, I can’t remember. Honestly I think the entire week would make it onto this list if it could; maybe if I had a top 15 instead of top 5. But out of the seven, the last day is definitely special to me. Steve’s proposal just came pouring out—I swear I was just writing down what he was saying—and it just seems to fit them so well.

5. (untitled) New Homeowners Steddie prompt. My best pieces of writing—or at least the ones I like the most—happen all at once, or in spurts, depending on how long it is. I feel as though that makes sense. That writing quickly, easily, kind of naturally means it’s better (barring the night I took cold medicine and decided to write. We do not speak of that night). I’m sure that’s not technically true, but it feels true, and I swear I got this done in ten minutes (realistically it was 30 but shhhh). This is the only prompt I’ve received (and answered… I’m so sorry to anyone who sent a prompt I haven’t answered yet. ADHD saw shiny in the idea of “If I Should Stay” and fixated on that but I’ll get back to the prompts one day!) that I felt like I answered to a t. I absolutely adored this one… and the resulting comment! (Madi, darling, I sincerely hope your life has gotten easier since you sent in that ask!)

I’m absolutely pressuring you and shaking your shoulders and yelling at you to LIKE WHAT YOU DO: @steddieas-shegoes @zerokrox-blog @i-less-than-three-you @every-aj-needs-an-angel (babe I’m BEGGING YOU to recognize the fact that I’m telling you that your writing is good because it IS I swear your grammar is fine.) @piratefishmama @mc-i-r @henderdads @luninosity @ghosttotheparty @thatonegreyghost @onearmedlegend @wynnyfryd ❤️

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!

got tagged by @simplebtromance and making a whole new post instead of replying lol.

Wanna Share a Last Name? - Writing failed proposals is hilarious, also Wayne in the second chapter is just perfect.

Lower the Noise - My first real attempt at writing steddie will always have my heart. The song it's based on is very much Steve-coded for me.

Oh Sugar, Sugar, I love you - Relationship reveals are one of my absolute favorite troupes! This also came about because I really wanted Steve to be a very clingy and cuddly person while high.

Feels Like the World's Gonna End - I wanted a Steve has a panic attack on the 4th of July and Eddie comfort him, it's everything to me.

Really, Him? - This!! This was an attempt at writing Mike, because at the time I was really afraid of writing him. Turns out I really know how to write him. Plus writing him having a crush on Steve is so so perfect to me.

No pressure tags but we should always love our own work ❤ @strangersteddierthings @i-less-than-three-you @tartarusknight @grimmfitzz @estrellami-1

[nothingtoseehd]

eah characters as cavetown songs

this was inspired by @/applewhiteapologist's eah characters as taylor swift songs, sooooooo yeah

some characters might not be here because: 1. it's hard to find songs for them (as of right now) 2. i forgot them/i'll do them if i have more time

apple white - devil town v2/green

-i chose devil town v2 because it seemed the most, uh, apple out of all the devil town versions? devil town v1 seems edgy-ish, and devil town v3 seems lower and calmer, i think???? maybe i just chose this because it has those light, floaty chords, i'm not sure, i'm not smart or anything -also i honestly felt like this was hard -i chose devil town because it could represent the future she pictured in her mind when raven didn't sign the book -i don't really know what to explain green, but like, ashlynn and apple in true hearts day??? that's the best way i could explain this song -lyric analysis time: --"i still get a little scared of something new, but I feel a little safer when i'm with you, falling doesn't feel so bad, when I know you've fallen this way too" ---apple is "a little scared of something new" because she's in for an unpredictable future without the storybook of legends ---for the falling part, it's like she's not so sad about being led astray when she's with her friends maybeeeeeee -lyrics for green because i can't explain it but it's just THERE: --"you looked so good in green i hope you’re well and you look so good with him and i’m proud of you still take care of my shirt warm and red i hope you think of me still as your friend i hope you love yourself your body and heart i hope you feel happy that’s all i want that's all i want"

raven queen - devil town v1 (dang it there's no purple text so have plain text)

-i just chose devil town v1 because i think it would work well with her guitar, i actually don't know how guitar works but i'm pretending to know how it works, don't tell anyone i don't know how they work -i think this song could represent her home life and whatnot because she's living with the evil queen -it's lyric analysis time!!: --"you said something dumb again, she's mad, at least that's what they say" (i just used orange so the lyrics wouldn't blend in as much) ---the something dumb thing could be like a 'nice deed' the evil queen doesn't like, and she's mad because of that --"we're all dead in devil town, that's fine, cause nothing's gonna scare us now" ---she's 'dead' after all the nagging and 'be eviL EMBRACE YOUR INNER EVIL' shit and it's now the normal, and it's not going to scare her since it's basically her life now -also slowed devil town can fit her too

madeline hatter - hug all ur friends/talk to me

-she's just so friendly?????? and supportive?????? and oh gosh i need a hug???????? -seriously though, they suit her because she feels so much like a huggy, supportive person and she's friends with everyone sooooooooooooo, hugs for everyone!! except you crystal!! and headmaster grimm!! not forgiving for the time you almost banished maddie!! -the lyrics because i can't explain these songs, it's just that maddie vibe, you know?: --"life’s too short to worry about things that we got wrong, so hug all your friends and let them know, you’re not letting go, i’m not letting go" (hug all ur friends) --"you don't have to be a prodigy to be unique you don't have to know what to say or what to think you don't have to be anybody you can never be that's alright, let it out, talk to me" (talk to me)

briar beauty - pigeon

-i had a very hard time with her but i think this kinda fits -it generates a sleepy vibe? (even though i didn't get this from the sleepyhead album *cough cough*) -okay, so the reason why i chose this for her is because of the chorus, which could kind of tie in with her destiny, with the 100 year coma -have the chorus for reference: --"didn’t give me time to say goodbye in the way that i wanted to, so honey, close your eyes and stay like you’re supposed to do, don’t know how i’m gonna live without, but i’ll stay strong for you"

ca cupid - sweet tooth/for you

-this is already self-explanatory if you listened to the song(s), buT IF YOU HAVEN'T YET, basically it's a song about an unhealthy crush and love and stuff -and you know who she has an unhealthy crush on???? that's right, it's blondie!! /hj (but seriously, in canon it's dexter but uH, i refuse to believe that, they're better off as friends) -lyric examples because like maddie, i can't really explain it but i know the vibe is THERE: --"a sweet tooth for you, i'm wide awake, the sugar went straight to my brain, feel like a kid, i double tap, my chest with my fist, i like you, say it back, say it back"

cerise hood - snail

-snail iS SUCH A GREAT SONG OMG -snail kinda represents her childhood and 'not wanting to be born like this' because of her parents technically breaking destiny (stupid storybook of legends) -lyrics from the song because i kinda don't really need to explain this song more: --"i was just born like this, wish that i could change it" --"i'm hanging out with the foxes and the hounds, and when i fit in i'll break back out"

daring charming - boys will be bugs/lemons (technically cavetown is just a feature but he's still there so yeah)

-it's just about the vibes -and also about the fact that the person in the songs have to uphold some sort of standard (the songs' standards were about masculinity) and i thought it could fit daring because he also has to uphold a standard (being the perfect charming prince) -also in lemons, daring's part is the one where cavetown sings it (if that wasn't obvious) -also ANOTHER LEMONS SIDE NOTE, i'd imagine rosabella singing brye's part, just because -lyrics time: --"don't mess with me, i'm a big boy now and i'm very scary i punch my walls, stay out at night, and i do karate don't message me 'cause i won't reply, i wanna make you cry ain't that how it's supposed to be? though it isn’t me boys will be bugs, right?" (boys will be bugs) --"so i'm gonna take it out on you too proud to show i'm hurting push it on you 'til you're burning" (lemons)

darling charming - 888/trying

-888 is a fun song, very groovy, has peppa pig plasters, 10/10 -main reason i chose 888, it kinda feels gay when you put it under a certain light?????????? -and snail could also fit with darling but i don't want to rob cerise -i was very stuck for a second song for darling because i felt obligated to give the charming siblings two songs because they're that top tier, but i think trying could be a good fit to some extent -could be like 'not great relationship with parents, struggle to fit with their standards ever since she found out she wanted to be a hero or something' -i still do think snail is a better fit for darling but i really really don't want to rob cerise because cerise is amazing -some lyrics: --"i'm workin' things out clouds lookin' strange papercut fingers dancing on the strings if i could see you right now i'd dance just for you when the nightlight goes out" (888) --"please let me know if you change your mind cause inside i'm falling And I need you to pull me out of this decline i realize how hard on you this must seem But trust me when i say it's far, far worse for me" (trying)

dexter charming - telescope/home

-telescope just feels like his vibe???? also because it kinda also have hopeless romantic-ness???? -also i headcanon him to be an astronomy nerd???? so that's fun???? that's my reasoning i guess???? (also, side-note i have just listened to astronomy by conan gray and it fits dexter) -ALSO HOME IS HERE BECAUSE DEXTER IS TRANS YOU CAN'T CHANGE MY MIND -also because it's also his vibe??????? -what time is it????? *clap clap* it's lyrics time!!: --"through the lens, it's dark, single-digit on the clock singing, "yessiree, i sure like-a you a lot" all i need is to get her she'll be happy if you let her" (telescope) --"turn off your porcelain face i can't really think right now and this place has too many colors, enough to drive all of us insane are you dead? sometimes i think i'm dead cause i can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head but i don't wanna fall asleep just yet" (home)

okay the process of this post was just me staring at the lyrics and listening to cavetown a lot, sometimes during online classes but shhhh don't tell anyone (and finding more great songs)

is this post going to flop?? very very likely. do i care? eh, not sure, this was just me trying to put on my big brain hat.

also i realized while reading this post, that i never actually analyzed the majority of the songs' lyrics in this post?? so i'm very sorry

[bard-llama]

Belated Start of Mini Kinktober Week!

So the @witcherkinktober​ provided the great prompts for this week and then I completely and absolutely forgot about it lol. So I don’t have finished fics for yesterday or today, but I will share a snip from each and if I’m lucky, maybe I’ll finish one for tomorrow!

So, my plan was to write 1 rorveth and 1 throne3 fill per day, but uh... that’s not seeming likely. So instead, have snips (more like my entire WiPs shhhh) from 2 throne3 fills + 1 rorveth fill under the cut!

10/3 - Collars | Gags | Hypnosis/Mind Control Warnings for homophobia-induced painful backstory and chronic pain

Unfortunately, no porn here, because I got too caught up in the explanation of how they got here again 😭😭😭 But Reynard got drugged with a truth/babbling potion. That counts as mind control, right? 😅

If there was one thing everyone knew about General Reynard Odo, it was that he kept his thoughts to himself and carefully chose every word he said.

Which is why Gascon knew immediately that something was wrong, because Reynard was surrounded by soldiers and waving his hands in a surprisingly uncoordinated way and, most significantly, openly shittalking people.

“Fuckin’ Reggie,” Reynard slurred, which set off about a billion alarm bells in Gascon’s head, because what the fuck!? First off, Reynard didn’t swear. Certainly not in front of his soldiers. He was meticulous about that kind of thing. Propriety mattered to Reynard and being proper in front of his men even moreso.

Secondly, nicknames and Reynard did not mix. Well, technically, Gascon was always giving Reynard new insultingly affectionate nicknames, but Reynard himself? Gascon had never heard Reynard shorten a name ever. Even the really long ones! Even the ones that everyone else used! Hell, there was one of Meve’s guards who even she called by their nickname. But Reynard? Never. It was always Lieutenant Razzah Ozzell, never Razzell like the rest of them.

Thirdly, who the fuck was Reggie?

“He was a right prick,” Reynard continued, snorting at his own words. “Didn’t know a damn thing about the military. I mean, he was always getting people’s ranks wrong, and who’s gonna correct him? He’s the fucking king!”

Gascon’s face blanched. Reggie as in King Reginald as in Meve’s late husband?

Yeah, he needed to make sure Reynard stopped speaking immediately. Whatever was wrong with him, clearly the General’s extensive control could not be relied upon at the moment, so Gascon would just have to have enough control for the two of them.

Nodding to himself, he wove his way expertly through tangles of soldiers and slipped his arm around Reynard’s, pulling the General up and pushing him towards the edge of camp. The soldiers groaned in protest, but Gascon ignored them, more concerned with the way Reynard was both still talking and did not seem at all bothered by Gascon’s grasp on his arm.

Only once they were a decent distance from camp did Gascon let go and whirl around to demand what the fuck was going on.

“What the fuck, Reynard?” he hissed. “What is wrong with you!? Why would you openly shit talk the King!?”

Reynard’s pupils were wide as the General snorted, “I didn’t even share the worst shit!”

“And it should probably stay that way,” Gascon spoke over him. “Seriously, what is wrong with you!?”

Tilting his head, Reynard leaned too far to the right and flailed for balance. Gascon was officially unnerved. Where the hell was the close mouthed and tight-lipped General Odo?

“I feel fine,” Reynard shrugged. “I don’t even hurt!”

“Yeah, that’s ‘cause you’re probably high as a kite on something. What did you eat? Drink?”

“Mmm, jus’ the ale. They’re – hic – they’re always inviting me, you know. To drink with them.”

“Yeah,” Gascon said uncertainly, brow furrowing, “you always say no.”

Reynard sighed, slumping as though all his energy had abandoned him. “Yeah,” he agreed. “They already have to put up with me all day. ‘M not gonna be so selfish as to ruin everyone’s time.” His lips twitched, “I’m Lyria and Rivia’s profesh – profess – pro-fesh-shen-al wet blanket, remember?”

Gascon winced. He hadn’t realized that jab had stayed with Reynard like this, but even worse was that Reynard seemed to think it was true.

“I was being an asshole,” Gascon protested. “You’re not a wet blanket. You’re – I mean, you’re very stoic and uptight and stuff, but like, that’s not always a bad thing! If you want to drink with your soldiers, you should!”

The laughter that fell from Reynard’s lips was haunting. “No one truly wants me there. It’s better to keep from intruding.”

Something about that made Gascon’s heart hurt, but he swallowed hard, refocusing. “Reynard, there must’ve been something in the ale you drank, ‘cause you may feel fine, but you are definitely not. Honestly, when you sober up, you’re probably gonna hate that you told me any of this.”

Reynard hummed, nodding in small movements. “Hate being sober. Hurts too much.”

Gascon blinked. “Wait, really? But you practically never have more than a single ale!”

“Of courshe,” Reynard wiggled his jaw like that would make his lips form the right shapes. “I have a resp – responc – re – ah, fuck it. Duty. I have a duty to Her Majesty.”

“Yeah, but – wait, why does it hurt?”

Snorting again, Reynard shrugged. “It always does. Though, not right now. Like, I can do this!” He shrugged his shoulders once more, seemingly engrossed in the miraculousness of basic movement.

“Can you… not usually shrug?” Gascon tilted his head, considering that. Had he ever actually seen Reynard shrug?

Reynard shook his head emphatically enough to make himself stumble for balance again. “Pulls on my back.”

Gascon’s brow furrowed. “Your… back? I don’t remember you having any particular back injury?”

Snorting through his nose, Reynard hummed. “Wasn’t an injury in battle. Nothing so honorable by far.”

More confused than ever, Gascon opened his mouth to say something, but Reynard didn’t seem to notice and talked over him instead.

“Fuckin’ Reggie,” Reynard muttered again, digging the toe of his boot into the ground.

“Reginald… hurt you?” Gascon asked cautiously. Usually Reynard was the first to insist that no one speak out against their rulers, past or present.

My vague thoughts were that somehow Reynard ends up dirty talking to Gascon on accident ‘cause he can’t shut up, so Gascon gags him? Aaaaand... idk how the collar comes in, but I like making life difficult for myself, so I wanna try to include all 3 prompts.

(throne3) 10/4 - Overstimulation | Monsters | Temperature Play Warnings for monsterfucking, rough sex, and serious size kink

“Troll want mate!” the massive rock troll declared.

Having been sent out scouting near the base of the mountain, General Reynard Odo found himself regretting having chosen to explore this cave. 

“Reynard,” he said loudly, pressing a hand to his chest, “wants to leave.”

“No leave!” One humongous fist smashed into the ground far too close to Reynard for comfort. “Want find mate!”

“You… want help finding a mate?” Reynard repeated uncertainly. Where the hell was he supposed to find a mate for a troll!?

The troll nodded emphatically with a sound like rocks scrapping together. “Us need mate! ReyRey help find!”

Reynard winced at the atrocious nickname, then frowned. What did the troll mean ‘us’?

As he watched, the rock formations behind the troll materialized into more trolls. A lot more trolls.

“Uh,” he started, “why do you think I can find you a mate?”

“Humie no come here before!” the first troll he’d spoken to said cheerily. “You be special!”

Well. That was encouraging. “Where would I find you a mate?”

“If we knew, we no ask!” Another troll huffed. “Is season! Must mate! But where mate?”

His frown deepened. “So you don’t need a mate as in a life-partner, but more… uh, for one-time use, so to speak?”

The trolls hummed and groaned, looking at each other in confusion. “What humie mean?”

“Uh… I guess that you,” he cleared his throat uncomfortably, “you need to physically mate with someone. Urgently. Yes?”

“Urgent, urgent, yes!” One troll waved its leg up and down and Reynard’s brow furrowed in confusion. Except then the troll wrapped its hand around the leg and Reynard realized that it wasn’t a leg at all. “Need mate soon!” the troll said, stroking the massive cock that hung between its legs.

“I don’t know where to find you a mate,” Reynard said. “And I have urgent business I must conduct for my queen–”

The first troll he’d talked to cut him off with a low grunt, hands punching into the ground. “Need mate now!”

“ReyRey,” another troll – he really couldn’t tell them apart beyond size, but this one was a little smaller than the others, and troll dicks must have been retractible, because this one didn’t have a huge limb hanging between its legs. But there was the start of something peeking out where the troll’s underbelly met its legs.

Reynard found himself oddly entranced, watching the troll’s cock slowly protrude and grow larger and larger until it was around the length and width of Reynard’s entire forearm. If these things were proportional to the troll’s size, then this was the smallest one.

He swallowed, unsure why his mouth was watering, but he still couldn’t look away and the smaller troll grinned.

“ReyRey want mate?” it offered. 

Choking, Reynard flushed scarlet and shook his head. “I – no! We aren’t – aren’t compatible. You’d break me!”

Why did thinking that send a shiver of interest down his spine. These were trolls! He was absolutely not mating with trolls!

Except when he finally managed to look away from the smaller troll’s cock, his eyes got stuck on the one beside it, their cock slightly bigger than the other troll’s. 

“ReyRey want be broken,” the smaller troll said confidently. “ReyRey get hard like troll!” So saying, the troll reached out and poked Reynard’s pelvis where, to his great shame, his cock was getting hard.

“I–” he fumbled for words. Surely this was not going to happen. It couldn’t happen! What would his men think of him, getting railed by a rock troll!? By several rock trolls!?

It was ridiculous that this question should even be raised! Of course he wasn’t going to let himself get fucked by a bunch of trolls. He couldn’t!

So why did he kind of want to? Why was he thinking about what it would feel like, getting stretched so wide. And deep! These trolls were huge, and that should make him scared, but instead, he was… kind of getting excited.

Gods, what was wrong with him? He was – he was genuinely considering mating with a troll! That was most definitely not normal or in any way appropriate.

But… who would know? He’d only left camp about half an hour ago, so they wouldn’t expect him back for several hours yet. And it wasn’t as if he would ever tell anyone just what he was contemplating doing. So really, who would ever find out? 

And it had been so long since Reynard had last been fucked. He would – he would have to prepare himself thoroughly before even considering taking the trolls, but…

He really actually wanted to do this.

Biting his lip and shifting his weight, Reynard looked around the cavern. “What,” his voice cracked and he coughed, trying again, “what exactly would it mean? To – to be your mate?”

The trolls let out excited hums and rumbles and the smaller troll grinned at him. “ReyRey look good on cock,” it said brightly. “We mate. Means ReyRey takes pearls.”

“Pearls?” his brow furrowed. Was that a euphemism for ejaculate?

“Lil trolls,” the troll nodded, “pearls. ReyRey say yes?”

“I…” Reynard swallowed and for once in his life, let himself do the improper thing. “I’ll need stretching first.”

“Trolls help!” the smaller one said enthusiastically. “ReyRey take off metal shell? No good for mating.”

“Right,” he cleared his throat, and even though part of his mind was screaming in horror, he actually did start to pick at the buckles on his armor. “Uh. We’re gonna need something slick. To – to open me up,” he blushed. 

“We slick ReyRey!” one troll proclaimed loudly and as soon as Reynard’s armor was removed, they grabbed him, manhandling him with an ease that made his heart beat fast. Then, before he really knew what was happening, they bent him in half and something long and wet was prodding at his ass as stone-encrusted fingers held him open.

He yelped in surprise – and then moaned as the troll’s tongue pushed into him with no warning, thrusting deep and wiggling inside him the way nothing ever had before. “Oh, fuck,” he gasped, gripping his own ankles tightly. He hadn’t even realized he could bend down so far, but with the trolls holding him, it was somehow easier than anything to just let himself go and let them have what they wanted of him.

“Me turn!” another troll grumbled and Reynard suddenly found himself empty and moving, until a different tongue thrust deep into him, fucking him rapidly.

He couldn’t help his whine, cock already very interested. And folded in half and angled down like he was, when his cock leaked, it dripped down onto his face in a way that made him feel both embarrassed and horrifically turned on. 

“Oh fuck, please!” he heard himself beg before he’d consciously decided to.

“Good humie,” a troll praised before something larger prodded at his hole next to the tongue rocking into him. “ReyRey take troll like meant for it.”

Reynard shuddered, the praise making his face warm as it flushed red.

Should I tell you where the story is going next? ‘cause it decided to get long, dammit, so who knows when I’ll finish it. So I guess if you don’t wanna know, then spoiler warning Additional warnings for breeding kink, oviposition, extreme oversensitivity, and extremely bad attempts at acting casual

Okay, so this was supposed to be some basic monsterfucking, but instead, romance had to happen lmao. So Reynard gets fucked by troll after troll and he discovers that unlike his assumption, “pearls” was not a euphemism, but literally trolls laying ‘eggs’. Each one gives him about two dozen pearls, so he’s huge and hella sensitive and just kinda losing his mind. But that kinda fucking takes time, which means Meve and Gascon are worrying over where their crush general is. They’re not together yet in this, but I think all three of them kinda recognize that, were the world different, they could have something special together.

Anyway, Meve and Gascon go searching for him and find him in the cave getting fucked by trolls. And they’re about ready to go charging in and cutting off heads of all sorts when Reynard begs for more. So then they’re confused and far too intrigued and they watch Reynard take another twenty pearls and he moans orgasmically and unlike Reynard, Gascon is not known for his self-control. So he darts out and gets his mouth on Reynard’s cock, making Reynard shout. Then Meve comes out and Reynard is freaking the fuck out and the trolls have all kinda frozen (and no, no one is distracted by the way cum drips out of his stretched out hole) and then Meve kneels and pets through Reynard’s sweaty hair and pulls him up to pillow his head in her lap. and Reynard is very confused, but like, weirdly, they seem to not find this as suuuuuper weird as it was and seemed to even like it.

So the trolls all finish with their mate while Meve pets his hair and Gascon explores his rounded belly and his cock. When everything is done, Gascon and Meve work on cleaning Reynard out - which is when they discover that the pearls can’t be ‘laid’ yet. They need to incubate for a couple of days, and obviously they can’t just leave Reynard with the trolls who didn’t realize that that sort of thing should be mentioned beforehand. So they decide they’ll take Reynard back to camp and hide him away for several days, giving the men a chance to take leave in the area. 

Except Reynard’s armor can’t fit him anymore, so Meve covers him in her cape and Gascon carries the armor (he thinks he got the shit end of the deal here) and Reynard attempts to stumble back to camp when he’s filled with like 700 pearls. But he can’t really walk and every movement nudges the pearls inside him and he’s ridiculously sensitive and he would be horrified at being half-carried into camp by his queen while wearing only her cape and stuffed full of fucking troll eggs, but tbh he can’t think much beyond feels so good and oh god, do not come, do not make a noise! Fortunately, Meve and Gascon are more than aware of how much it would bother Reynard, so Gascon creates a distraction while Meve sneaks Reynard into her tent. 

When Reynard realizes he’s in his queen’s bed, he tries to jolt upright - except he really can’t move much and his attempt just sents pleasure sizzling through his veins. So of course Meve, being Meve, decides she wants to see him mindless with pleasure again. So she kisses him and presses against his belly and explores his cock. By the time Gascon arrives, Reynard is already halfway to another orgasm (dry by this point, though he might’ve recovered a bit since the trolls) and Gascon is absolutely delighted to join in. 

So basically, they spend a couple of days making up ridiculous excuses that none of their men believe about why they quite suddenly have leave time on their urgent march to free Lyria and, more importantly, driving Reynard out of his mind. Then, after the pearls have incubated long enough, they bring Reynard back to the cave with the trolls and hold him and soothe him as he ‘lays’ the pearls, shuddering and moaning with every twitch of a muscle.

And then��the throne3 talk lmao. They get together properly and give Reynard some much needed aftercare, ‘cause dude took 700 fucking pearls!

(Also, the men definitely go wild with rumors as to what happened and why Meve and Gascon and Reynard remain shut in the queen’s tent. Some of them are even partially right, but I don’t think anyone calls the troll bit lmao)

(rorveth) 10/4 - Overstimulation | Monsters | Temperature Play Warnings: implied desire for a noncon gangbang, but Roche shuts that shit down quick and between Iorveth/Roche, there is enthusiastic consent 

I actually started this one for the Rare Pair Bingo, but I still haven’t finished it 😭 But it works pretty well with the prompts. Also, inspired by this art. 

I cannot find the article/study, so it’s probably bullshit, BUT the ongoing joke that I will use to death is “arousal smells like candied watermelon”

When Vernon Roche was a child, his mother used to tell him tales of the majestic creatures of the ocean. Gain one’s favour, it was said, and they would do anything for you.

Of course, then Roche actually went to sea and it turned out, the only creatures around were fish or monsters, not the fabled legends his mother had spoken of.

Or so he thought. After all, everyone knew that monsters were mindless, driven purely by instinct like any beast. Right?

Roche had always thought sirens were just another category of beast, but now… now he was starting to wonder. Because the creature they’d accidentally caught in their net was anything but a beast.

It looked like one – its skin was green and blue, and luminescent in a way that was wholly unnatural. Its torso was shaped like a man, but large bat-like wings protruded from its back and instead of legs, its bottom half had fins to swim through the ocean. But its face…

The skin may have been a lovely blue-green and its eyes were unlike any human’s Roche had ever seen, but they looked at him with intelligence, hatred and fury exuding from the creature’s snarl like they would from any other man’s.

It was… actually kind of beautiful, except for the part where it might try to slaughter his men and his crew. It squirmed, trying to free itself from the net before they could haul it onto the deck, but its fins and wings were tangled in the rope and there was no way it could break free.

“Heave!” he ordered his crew and with one last back-breaking haul, the creature sprawled onto the deck of the ship, net wrapped around it as effective as any trap. 

There was a moment of relative silence as the crew stared at the creature and the creature snarled back at them. Then Thirteen, the lookout who’d spotted something worth throwing their nets out for, stepped closer and the creature lashed out, long talons on the end of its fingers shining in the sun.

“Whoa,” Thirteen reeled back. “Jeez, was just trying to help. Can it talk, you think?”

“It,” the creature growled, voice reverberating oddly across the deck, “is right here and if you do not free me, I will kill each and every one of you.”

Roche and his crew frowned down at the creature and it glared right back.

“What even are you?” Roche eventually asked when their stare off was getting them nowhere and some of the men had started shifting uncomfortably.

It scoffed, “I’m a siren. Obviously. What kind of sailor doesn’t recognize a siren!?”

The creature squirmed around to face him, its finned pelvis pressing against the wooden planks in a way that was suddenly drawing Roche’s attention. It was almost as if… did he smell something sweet? Like candied fruit, almost, and he took a deeper breath, inhaling the scent. Yeah, it was definitely like candied fruit. And it appeared to be coming from the self-proclaimed siren.

Weren’t sirens the legendary creatures that could ensorcel men and send them to their deaths?

“Stop that,” Roche snapped and the creature blinked up at him in surprise. 

Around them, Roche’s crew was growing restless, clearly smelling the same delicious scent that he was – and wanting more of it.

“Whatever you’re exuding, stop,” Roche ordered. “Seriously, unless you want this to end with a whole lotta humans vying for one siren, you need to stop.”

The siren ground sharp teeth together, lips pulled back in a snarl. “I can’t,” it grunted and Roche blinked.

“Why the hell not?”

The siren shot him a look, but it was quickly distracted by assessing the crew around them. Several of the men had bulges in the fronts of their trousers and Roche could admit, he was feeling oddly horny, but it was nothing he couldn’t control.

The same, apparently, could not be said of his sailors, because one man – Roche totally hadn’t forgotten his name, but if he had, it would be totally understandable, as the man had only been with them for 3 weeks so far – stepped forward, towards the creature, who snarled and growled and bared its teeth and raised its claws, but who was also, Roche noticed, unable to move terribly much, not with the net tangled around its wings and fins and it not having legs.

“Cap’n,” the new guy said, “I’ve – I’ve heard that hauls like this sometimes get shared with the crew. Could we–?”

Roche saw the creature freeze at the question and something sour built in his chest.

“No,” he snapped. “Get back to work!”

“But what about–?” Thirteen asked, now keeping his distance from the siren.

“I’ll take care of it,” Roche decided. If it was doing something to make his crew horny and it couldn’t stop, then Roche needed it to not be out in the open, distracting his crew and making them far too likely to do something unforgivable.

There were a few huffs and laughs. “Enjoy, Boss,” Fenn muttered, returning to swabbing the deck. The others dispersed shortly thereafter, though they were definitely still distracted, glancing over at the creature.

“Can we–” the new guy started, “can we watch?”

Roche blinked. “Watch… what? Just – get back to work,” he shook his head, pulling his knife and beginning to cut through one of their best nets. It was snarled beyond repair, so they would need to weave a new one anyway.

The siren growled at him as he approached, but he felt oddly entirely unafraid. This creature was dangerous, certainly, but the way it was posturing hid the way that it was entirely helpless. As long as Roche was actually helping, he was pretty sure the creature wouldn’t attack him.

“What, you want to stay tangled?” he asked rhetorically, trying to lighten the mood. 

The siren narrowed its eyes, watching him come closer and closer to the knots around the siren’s left wing.

“What do you want?” the siren demanded.

“Well, let’s start with keeping you from distracting the crew from their duties,” he let his voice carry across the deck and more than a few people looked away guiltily. “Uh, I guess you don’t exactly have a lot of options to walk. Can I – uh – carry you? Just into the captain’s cabin where we can talk and whatever it is you’re doing that makes everyone,” he waved his hands in demonstration, trying to say ‘really fucking horny’ without saying it, “if you can’t turn it off, then let’s start with getting you away from the crew, huh?”

The siren frowned at him, head tilted to the side. But when he motioned to pick the creature up, it nodded, though very clearly reluctantly.

Roche lifted the siren with one hand under its lower body fin and one around its back below the wings. As he rose, most of the netting that hand tangled around the siren fell away, but not quite all of it. He’d have to take care of that, but first–

“Back to work!” he ordered and more than half of the crew jumped, looking away quickly and pretending to be busy.

He shook his head, carrying the siren into the captain’s quarters and setting it on the bed. Then he withdrew, very deliberately stepping away, even though that smell was incredible and made him want to–

Well, it didn’t matter what he wanted, because he was not going to let his ship become the kind of place where ‘hauls got passed around’.

“So, uh… do you have a name?” he asked belatedly. It was probably kind of offensive to keep calling it ‘it’ in his head. 

The siren stared at him for a long minute, then its head dipped in a nod. “I am called Iorveth.”

“Vernon Roche,” he introduced himself. “I’m the captain of this ship. Um. No offense, but I’ve sailed these waters for decades and I’ve never caught anything like – well, like you before. How did you end up caught in our net?”

The creature – Iorveth – huffed in irritation. “I was distracted,” it – he – said. “I’m – the reason I can’t make it stop,” Iorveth hesitated, looking at Roche and biting his lower lip.

“What?”

“I’m – um, I don’t think humans deal with this, but I’m – I’m in heat,” the siren’s cheeks flushed green as Roche watched and he found himself oddly fascinated.

“Uh… okay. So… how does that lead to getting caught in a net? Shouldn’t you be – I dunno, enticing lovers to, uh… deal with it?”

“I was… avoiding potential ‘lovers’ when your net tangled with my wings,” Iorveth admitted, still looking at him with eyes that blazed. 

“Oh,” Roche blinked. “Well, that’s unfortunate. Uh… should I just like… let you go find someone to – uh, to mate with or whatever?”

“You would let me leave?” Iorveth asked, surprise clear in his voice and on his face.

“I… yes? Why? What am I supposed to do with a siren?”

Iorveth tilted his head again, frowning at Roche. “Your crew had an idea about that.”

Roche blanched. “That would be entirely inappropriate!”

The corner of Iorveth’s lips ticked up. “I’ve heard tales of other sirens caught by humans. Many would disagree with you.”

“Well, fuck them,” Roche growled, suddenly infuriated. “My ship is not somewhere things like that are acceptable!”

“Hmm,” Iorveth hummed. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

“Of course!” It was possible a hint of offense leaked into his tone, but really. “You’re clearly an intelligent creature. Your refusal should be respected, no matter by what species.”

Iorveth’s smile grew. “What makes you think I’ve refused?”

Roche blinked at him, taken entirely off guard. “What?”

“Well, technically, you haven’t made an offer for me to refuse. But are you so sure that’s what I’d say?”

“I… yes?”

Iorveth licked his lips, leaning back on the bed and running his hands down his body until he reached an area just below where his hips would be if he were a human. The scales were darker there and it took Roche a moment to realize that that was because there was an opening there. A wet opening.

Mouth suddenly watering, Roche licked his lips, wondering what Iorveth would taste like. But he didn’t move, even as Iorveth dipped the tips of his own fingers into the slit. Then Iorveth hooked both pointer fingers inside the slit and pulled it open, making Roche gasp as the dark cavern inside was exposed to view.

“Don’t you want me?” Iorveth asked softly, smirk confident and coy. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“I…” Roche swallowed hard, staring at that slit. “Why… you’re asking me to mate with you?”

“I’m asking you to fill me and fuck me through my heat,” Iorveth murmured, removing one hand and bringing it to his lips.

When Iorveth’s tongue flicked out to lick his finger, Roche couldn’t help the punched out moan that escaped him.

“Why?”

Iorveth smiled. “Because you let it be my choice.”

“That’s just basic decency!” Roche argued, but he did take a step closer. Then another. “You’re sure you want–?”

“I’ve never had a human before,” Iorveth said, half-lidded gaze locked with his. “Don’t you want to play with the prize you’ve captured?”

Roche gulped. “I – you – is that what you want? To be – to be treated like stolen treasure?”

Iorveth’s eyes lit up. “Yes,” the siren breathed, “steal me. Take me.”

Stepping up to the edge of the bed, Roche looked Iorveth over for any sign that this wasn’t truly what he wanted. 

Iorveth rewarded his scrutiny by dipping his fingers into that slit again, then holding them out. “Have a taste,” Iorveth invited and Roche was lost, leaning forward to wrap his mouth around those fingers, tongue eager to taste everything he could.

He moaned as Iorveth’s flavor spread across his tongue. If he’d thought about it, he might have expected Iorveth to taste briney from the sea. But instead, his tastebuds quivered with delight because Iorveth was slightly salty and slightly sweet and slightly something else altogether on his tongue and he immediately wanted more.

“You’re sure?” he asked one last time, missing Iorveth’s cool fingers as soon as they moved away.

Iorveth smiled, touching his face lightly. “Fuck me, Vernon Roche.”

Roche couldn’t help his moan, but while Iorveth probably expected Roche to pull out his cock and go for it, there was something Roche needed first. 

He licked his lips, crawling up the bed until he was hovering over Iorveth’s lower body. Then he leaned forward and swiped his tongue along that wet opening, enjoying the way Iorveth gasped sharply.

He moaned again, tongue delving into that opening like he was a starving man and Iorveth was a royal buffet. Iorveth’s taste and scent overwhelmed him and Iorveth knocked off his hat, tangling fingers in his hair and pulling him closer.

After a while of that, Iorveth’s muscles started twitching, close to the edge, and Roche thrust his tongue as deep as it could go.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Iorveth began to swear, slipping into another language as his hips rocked up into Roche’s face. Roche devoured him, licking and sucking and generally dedicating himself to thoroughly exploring Iorveth’s opening.

“Gods, your cunt is delicious,” Roche groaned, lips moving across the slit in Iorveth’s scales.

“It’s not a cunt,” Iorveth said. “It’s a – it’s – oh fuck,” Iorveth gasped, body arching and twitching as Roche’s face was soaked. 

Roche did not stop the attention he was paying to Iorveth’s not-cunt, continuing to lick and suck and devour Iorveth.

Iorveth clung to his head, hands clutching desperately at his hair as the siren’s hips continued to buck and overstimulated whimpers filled the air.

Still, Roche did not stop and Iorveth cried out in that other language as he came for a second time, far too close to the first to not be painful.

And again, Roche did not stop.

Iorveth’s crying was agonized, but his hands were still tangled in Roche’s hair, holding Roche against him.

“How many more can you give me?” Roche asked, lips moving against Iorveth’s slit.

“Nnnh,” Iorveth arched, “f-fuck me, dammit!”

Roche smirked, lips curling up against Iorveth’s scales. “Is that not what I’m doing?”

Iorveth let out a strangled sound, fingers tightening in Roche’s hair.

“Unnh,” Iorveth gasped desperately. “Your cock! Fuck me with your cock, gods dammit, or I’ll–”

Roche pulled away, still smirking, and the noise Iorveth made was unhinged. 

“Vernon,” Iorveth growled, and Roche just grinned, kneeling up and unbuckling his belt. He stripped his shirt off with minimal ceremony, then reached for the waistband of his trousers, which were mostly being held up by the very hard cock inside them.

Iorveth licked his lips, a quick flash of tongue, and Roche swallowed hard, debating if getting his boots off was worth moving away from Iorveth.

Meeting his gaze squarely, Iorveth sent him a hot look. “Fuck me, Vernon.”

Roche moaned, deciding that nothing mattered except giving Iorveth his cock, even if that meant his trousers tangled around his boots. He gripped the base of his cock, teasing it around Iorveth’s slit until the siren snarled again.

“Vernon!”

Tilting his head, Roche smiled. “I think you can ask nicely, can’t you?”

Iorveth’s glare was impressive, but when your second glared at men as if they should apologize for existing, you became rather impervious to such intimidation tactics.

Plus, Iorveth wasn’t as scary as Ves. Nothing was as scary as Ves.

“Gods just – fuck me!”

Clicking his tongue, Roche ignored his own urgent need. “That wasn’t very nice now was it?”

Obviously this is just an excuse to explore nonhuman genitalia lmao, but my vague plan was that Iorveth begs, Roche finally fucks him, and fucks him through like 3 more orgasms and he’s crying and hoarse from screaming, but he needs Roche to come in him and Roche has been holding off to give him so much pleasure and he wants to make Roche feel good too.

Then they pass out from too much sex lmao

[highladyluck]

Fortuona Athaem Devi Paendrag playlist

Direct link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5KLghlM9nCF1WLKBNoLt5z?si=b1e1d244810e4ae9

26 songs, 1 hr 23 min. A character playlist for Tuon Athaem Kore Paendrag, aka the High Lady, aka the Daughter of the Nine Moons, aka “Precious” but only if you’re Mat Cauthon, aka Fortuona Athaem Devi Paendrag, aka the Empress of Seanchan.

She’s a fascinating mixture of good and evil, person and tool, sympathetic and unsympathetic by turns. I tried to capture that in this playlist, which is organized roughly chronologically by her personal timeline.

There are spoilers in the playlist and commentary for Winter's Heart through A Memory of Light, since this is meant to mirror the narrative.

Track List:

1.      Second Child, Restless Child – The Oh Hellos

2.      Game of Survival – Ruelle

3.      Sit Still, Look Pretty – Daya

4.      When I Rule The World – LIZ

5.      Bad Moon Rising – Creedence Clearwater Revival

6.      The Thief and the Moon – Shawn James

7.      Pomegranate Seeds – Julian Moon

8.      Zebra – The Magnetic Fields

9.      Jolene – Dolly Parton

10.   Maybe, This Time – OK Go

11.   Big Guns – Ruelle

12.   Fascinated – Ivy

13.   The Bullpen – Dessa

14.   Pretty Little Head – Eliza Rickman

15.   Greek God – Conan Gray

16.   Emperor’s New Clothes – Panic! At The Disco

17.   Rat Queen – The Mountain Goats

18.   Carmina Burana: O Fortuna – Carl Orff

19.   you should see me in a crown – Billie Eilish

20.   Muse with a Dagger – Taylor Castro

21.   Please Don’t Say You Love Me – Gabrielle Aplin

22.   Daisy – Ashnikko

23.   Mother’s Daughter – Miley Cyrus

24.   I Walk The Line – Halsey

25.   Glory and Gore – Lorde

26.   Trouble – Stripped – Halsey

Commentary and lyrics underneath the cut. Listen to it here: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5KLghlM9nCF1WLKBNoLt5z?si=b1e1d244810e4ae9

1)      Second Child, Restless Child – The Oh Hellos

See, I was born the second child With a spirit running wild, running free

The Empress’s second child, the only one who goes across the ocean.

2)      Game of Survival – Ruelle

Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey?

"Keep this doll to remind you that I will always hear you if you say my name. If I am still alive, of course."

3)      Sit Still, Look Pretty – Daya

Oh, I don't know what you've been told But this girl right here's gonna rule the world Yeah, that's where I'm gonna be because I wanna be No, I don't wanna sit still, look pretty

Tuon wishes she looked more intimidating, and threw a full-blown temper tantrum when she was told who she’d have to marry.

4)      When I Rule The World – LIZ

When I rule the world, then I'm gonna make you sweat Dog collar 'round your neck, on your knees and scrub the deck

I promise I didn't forget about the sul'dam thing. This should be as jarring as her initial POV in Winter's Heart is.

5)      Bad Moon Rising – Creedence Clearwater Revival

I see the bad moon a-rising I see trouble on the way I see earthquakes and lightnin' I see bad times today

Such a good “Seanchan invade Ebou Dar” song! I definitely stole this from someone else’s Mat playlist, but I don’t think it’s on 8tracks anymore.

6)      The Thief and the Moon – Shawn James

Said the Thief to the Moon "I'll extinguish your light soon I'll put an end to all the light that you shed On this world in its darkened state"

I can imagine this as a Seanchan myth; covers Tuon's opinion on her prophecy & getting kidnapped.

7)      Pomegranate Seeds – Julian Moon

Kore, Kore, fauna and flora How did you get your throne? (Hey!) You made a deal You traded daffodils For a kingdom of ash and bone

Had to sneak in a reference to Tuon's middle name. Tuon's POV on her bargain with Mat.

8)      Zebra – The Magnetic Fields

so there's one thing I crave when my days become ho-hum and blah I want a zebra

Took this from my Mat/Tuon book playlist because it is truly the funniest song on there. It's a zebra in our hearts!

9)      Jolene – Dolly Parton

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you please don't take my man

This is very tongue-in-cheek, but at the same time, if you pay attention you can see that Tuon's particularly annoyed by/threatened by Joline Maza.

10)   Maybe, This Time – OK Go

So listen, I'm not trying to prove anything at all here But don't you think that maybe, this time, you were wrong?

Mat to Tuon after confiscating the a'dam from her.

11)   Big Guns – Ruelle

Every little move is fixed Like a game of chess The blood on your hands is thick And you're placing bets Can't hide in the den of lions

A really perfect song for Tuon's 'lion on the high plains' realization; I know technically Mat doesn't have cannon or grenades yet, but shhhh, the rapid-fire crossbows are more or less machine guns. Let me have this. Call it foreshadowing if you must.

12)   Fascinated – Ivy

Never turned out like we talked about Never could tell how to read your mind Never found out what you're all about In this lifetime, baby, you will be mine

Tuon's POV on the marriage ceremony.

13)   The Bullpen – Dessa

Forget the bull in the china shop There's a china doll in the bullpen

Returning to Ebou Dar to kick ass and take heads. This was the song that made me create this playlist, because of "china doll in the bullpen," which is such a great description of Tuon.

14)   Pretty Little Head – Eliza Rickman

Catch yourself a looker, let him go, go, go Wanna have your baby, but I'm so, so slow

Tuon misses Mat, but don’t you dare breathe a word about it. Besides, it’s just business.

15)   Greek God – Conan Gray

And since you always swear that you wanted me gone Then why don't you go get your gun? 'Cause you don't really hate me (You're a little baby) You don't wanna end me (You wanna befriend me)

The Tuon vs Rand confrontation (take two, where Tuon's actually there.) Rand has quite enough confidence, really, but most of the song really works.

16)   Emperor’s New Clothes – Panic! At The Disco

Welcome to the end of eras Ice has melted back to life Done my time and served my sentence Dress me up and watch me die

Declaring herself Empress after meeting with Rand.

17)   Rat Queen – The Mountain Goats

We who have never once tasted The stench of defeat Victory sweet as the dregs of the fast food dumpster Look how they jump when we show up Like they've just seen a monster

H/T to @anyboli, who first suggested this to me as a Tuon song. This is a good soundtrack to planning the raid on the White Tower…

18)   Carmina Burana: O Fortuna – Carl Orff

O Fortune, like the moon you are changeable[…]

I literally cannot imagine a Tuon playlist without this song. It’s White Tower raid time!

19)   you should see me in a crown – Billie Eilish

Count my cards, watch them fall Blood on a marble wall I like the way they all Scream

Yeah, this was inevitable too. I’m using it for that absolutely horrifying POV of hers where she's in the damane training room and decides it's time to plan a full-out attack on the White Tower.

20)   Muse with a Dagger – Taylor Castro

You're making fun of my people Pretend I don't hear you Cause I won't forgive myself For fueling or burning you

Tuon's thoughts on Mat in the garden. This didn't lean as as far into the dagger/knife imagery as I'd hoped for- remember, this is the blog that insists Athaem means Magic Dagger Curse- but it seemed so strangely apt for the two of them that I had to include it.

21)   Please Don’t Say You Love Me – Gabrielle Aplin

There's no need to worry when You see just where we're at Just please don't say you love me Cause I might not say it back

Her conversation with Mat in the garden.

22)   Daisy – Ashnikko

Respect a bitch, I'm a maverick Flexible, so elastic But don't you dare bend a bitch backwards

This is what you married, Mat. (The Mat POV version of this character sketch is probably Cake's Short Skirt Long Jacket.) I will not apologize for the number of #girlboss songs on this playlist.

23)   Mother’s Daughter – Miley Cyrus

Oh my gosh, she got the power Oh, look at her, she got the power So, so, so Don't fuck with my freedom I came up to get me some

The confrontation with Egwene. I see this as mostly Egwene's POV, with Tuon doing a sort of echo, the way she does in the original scene. They are fascinatingly alike here, and the way Egwene controls the scene and gets in Tuon's head- when that's Tuon's signature strategy- is amazing.

24)   I Walk The Line – Halsey

You've got a way to keep me on your side You give me cause for love that I can't hide For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide

Tuon admitting that her heart tells her to return to save Mat (and the armies of the Light).

25)   Glory and Gore – Lorde

Glory and gore go hand in hand That's why we're makin' headlines (Oh! Oh!) You could try and take us (Oh! Oh!) But victory's contagious

The Seanchan army comes back for the kill.

26)   Trouble – Stripped – Halsey

Don't forget me, don't forget me I wouldn't leave you if you'd let me Hmm, when you met me when you met me You told me you were gonna get me

Death threats are just their deranged way of flirting; if Tuon wanted Mat dead she wouldn't warn him, you know? And in that final scene with the fireworks Tuon's telling Mat that she wants him around, and he understands it as such.

[definitely-not-an-alb]

fanfic tropes! identity porn, friends to enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, coffeeshop au (don't have to answer them all, pick what you like). hope work went by quickly :)

Ahhh! Thank you, anon!

Identity Porn

How  likely am I to write it: Identity porn isn’t really a narrative kink  for me, so I wouldn’t go out of my way to put it into anything, if it didn't come up naturally. Or if it would be funny.

What characters/ships/fandoms would I write it for: I don’t  really have a lot of fandom I could do identity porn for, too, so that's the next problem I have. RoL doesn't go for it much, and neither do TMA or Witcher or SGA. In the MCU/marvel comics I'm kind of only invested in Characters that just superhero under their legal name, zero fucks given in all canons I'm aware of, so oops there. Hannibal, maybe? Hannibal might work. Altho I prefere season 2 era, with everyone vague degrees of aware of each other's bs and scheming like petty murder divas.

Friends to enemies to lovers

How  likely am I to write it: Very unlikely. I think the only thing with this dynamic I like is Hannibal, as in, both Hannigram and Clannibal and Clannigram, but I don't think I'd really seek it out in fic or write it. I don't even know why, I should be into The Drama Of It All, but I'm just not.

What characters/ships/fandoms would I write it for: Like I said, Hannigram/Clannibal/Clannigram, if it's something that retells an arc. I don't really do Ironstrange, but enemies to lovers or friends to enemies to lovers might be the only way I would, probably. They just don't get along in canon, and I DO NOT UNDERSTAND why people ship it so much. Also why is their Doc always ooc. Enough moaning, I'll stop, I'll stop. Have fun ya'll, but stop the goddamn cross/mass-tagging. There shouldn't be that much Ironstrange in the gen tag, ya hear me?

hurt/comfort

How  likely am I to write it: VERY LIKELY. Hmmmmmm give me that good hurt/comfort.

What characters/ships/fandoms would I write it for: Basically everything, lol. All my faves are idiots who need to be shipped with therapy and tortured with hugs. The Bev & Thomas fic is very hurt comfort-y, as is the Nonromantic-Soulmates WIP. Yes I know I never finish anything, shhhh. There's also an unfinished Strangewong fic in my drafts that's technically sick!fic (I MEAN ... what else lmao) and involves cuddling and soup and being sad about Endgame, so. Which, btw, is THE ONLY reason I will ever acknowledge that dumbassery masquerading as plot. To mine it for FRIDGE HORROR *evil laughter*. And then hand out soup.

coffeeshop au

How  likely am I to write it: Relatively unlikely? I don't really do fluff without plot (and I'm down with emotions as plot or snapshots that reveal something halway and sideways), and incidentally the only version of this trope I ever started would need a Graphic Violence tag lol. (If it wasn't LANGUISHING IN MY DRAFTS.) So I think I might be doing this trope wrong. Also doesn't help that I have experience manning a beer-counter / drink station, so I fall hard in the camp of 'that's an awful place for cute/fluffy shenanigans, have ya'll ever worked customer service lol'-camp. I see the appeal, but I also ... don't.

What characters/ships/fandoms would I write it for: Like I said, the only one I ever started was low-key a joke, because I don't do the trope and the fandom didn't have (and still doesn't have) one, and also because, you know. Graphic violence.

Have the first four or so paragraphs of the very unfinished RoL Demi-Monde Coffeeshop ... pre-canon canon divergence. Is there even a tag for that kinda thing? Anyways. I think the best part about this is getting to write a snotty totally-an-adult!!!-Peter who has zero respect for anything and thinks Thomas is the most ridiculous person he ever met. No graphic violence yet, only canon-typical ableist language.

There’s a lot of reasons people hate working in customer service; The bad pay, the atrocious hours, the customers, the service.

I did about two year of it, first on-and-off positions in some retail shops around where I grew up, punctuated by getting dragged along to my mother’s cleaning gigs, and then later, about a year in a not-actually-fancy Coffee House near Russell Square. And I figured afterwards my stint in customer service and retail had, at the very least, taught my younger self some much needed humility and compassion.

I’m kidding, of course. It just confirmed the suspicions I held towards my fellow humans. Especially the kind that start magic duels in public.

Now, I worked in a Coffee House, not a coffeshop, which meant Management got to price everything even more ridiculous then the rest of the world, we played wannabe-jazz elevator music instead of pop and our clientele wasn’t weird and crazy but more slightly bizarre and very deranged.

Like that one vaguely East-European guy who thought combining windowpane and paisley was a grand idea and who we – that’s the staff – did certainly not call Dracula, or the posh black lady who came to pick up her coffee before heading into the City every morning, except for that one time when, I swear on my dad’s record collection, she was wearing a diving suit under her costume, and of course Mister Stranger-Danger, who was the reason younger cousins didn’t get to do their homework behind the counter any more.

Of course we got your everyday stroll-by white girls and hipsters, but our regulars where, as far as I could tell, decidedly posh, but mostly not yet fully upper class, and also completely batshit looney, is what I’m saying. No offence to actual crazy people, because they certainly don’t dress that badly.

That’s why I didn’t even bat an eyelash when one day someone walked into the shop who was either a time-travelling noir-spy or a runaway extra from Downton Abbey.

He was a white guy, in that inexplicable past-40 age range where I can’t tell their age for the life of me, with a side sweep that must have been held in place with actual pomade, and dressed in one of those sleek looking, old suits with the broad, deep lapels and incredible narrow waists. To round off the impression that he’d come over, lean homoerotically close and tell me the name of the Kraut’s informant any moment now, he’d draped a Burberry over his arm and lugged an actual, honest to god walking cane around the city. It seemed impractical to me, but who am I to judge people’s fashion choices; I’m only the barista.

He also had that stiff demeanour about him, which I’d taken as a sign of something shifty going on anywhere else. Here, in seven out of ten cases, and even more with posh dudes, it meant that he longed to order something utterly ridiculous, with a long name, six ingredient and maybe some speculoos dust uptop, but didn’t have the courage too. Honestly, the way grown men start acting once there’s pumpkin spice on the menu is hilarious – you’d think we’re selling sex toys under the table.

[astoldbycrimson]

For You Only

Summary: You always dreamed of how his lips felt against yours. What he tasted like. And everything else that he was hiding beneath that helmet. With a special loophole, you finally uncover the secrets.

Pairing: Mando/Din Djarin x f!Reader

Warnings: sweet wholesome, tooth-rotting fluff and maybe a tiny bit of spice

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 4.5

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There had always been an unspoken bond between you and Din. After you'd saved his life back on Dathomir, you convinced him to bring you along. Spinning tales of how great of an asset you could be, but also pulling at his honor strings, knowing he was indebted to you. Having witnessed your strength and cunning, he was inclined to oblige your little request. 

You started with minor chit chat here and there, but mostly communicated through fighting. The Mandalorian definitely admired your skill and witt, especially how you could disarm foes with your acting abilities. No one anticipated this blind woman to be a force user, especially not a trained jedi. 

Yet you proved yourself useful time and time again. And the more you two fought together, the more drawn to you Din had become. You had told him your secrets and showed him your scars. In turn, he shared the struggles he faced and the pain he endured. Why he put on the helmet and why he couldn't take it off. But most importantly, he had shared his true name with you.

Conversation turned to companionship, which ultimately drove you into uncharted waters. Given your backgrounds, there hadn't been a time or place for love. So the entire concept was foreign to you both.

You started with small touches here and there. Knuckles ghosting the skin near a wound as you tended to it. Your bare fingers would brush gloved hands as Din piloted the Razor Crest. Or you'd carefully caress the cold steel of his helmet. Simple touches, but deep inside you wanted more.

You never tried to remove his visor or cast light on his shadows. Never digging for secrets he wasn't ready to share. If nothing else, you knew how important being a Mandalorian was to him. You knew the consequences of what removing his helmet would bring, so you never dared, no matter how badly you wished to taste his lips.

But that's what it meant to love him. You knew what you signed up for. The helmet. The armor. The weapons and the fighting. It was the Way. Everything had been made very clear to when you started this journey more than a cycle ago. Loving a Mandalorian was never meant to be easy. Was it even supposed to happen in the first place?

You always told yourself you could handle this forever, the way things were. Because being with Din was enough. Knowing that he loved you. Being able to share this adventure with him. Traveling amongst the stars, fighting, loving. Longing...

The way things were wouldn't stop you from dreaming though. Of wondering how his face felt beneath that carefully crafted helmet. Was he cleanly shaven or hiding a beard? Scarred? Or dimples? You wondered what sort of hair he had. Was it carefully cut or a mess of unruly curls? Would he groan softly as you ran your fingers through it?

And his lips. Oh how you dreamed of those. Were they soft and round? Or chapped from him biting back words and hidden desires? And, Maker, how did they taste?

Above all, you dreamed of your future together. Maybe, one day, he'd be willing to retire and it would all come off. That you could settle down somewhere and find peace. But for now, you could be content with just being by his side and loving him.

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"Does it bother you?" He quietly asked one day, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Hmm?" You questioned absentmindedly. 

Din was silent a moment. "...The helmet?"

"Well it's not as though I could see your face either way, Din. You could be absolutely nude and unless I caressed you, I'd be none the wiser." A teasing smile.

He sighed. "...That's not what I asked." While he was usually quite serious by nature, even this surprised you, making you straighten in your seat.

"I'm sorry…" After a moment of silence, you continued, "If I am being completely honest, I… I'd love to caress your face as I do your helmet. To knot my hands in your hair and… taste your lips..." A sigh before you went on. "But that's incredibly selfish of me. You took an oath, so I understand the helmet… and the armor… must stay on." Your cheeks were flushed pink and you avoided looking in his direction.

Even at that angle, in the dim light, Din saw the blush spread across your cheeks. How beautiful you looked in that moment. His heart was hammering beneath his armor and he was worried you could hear it. That you could just look at him and see the blush creeping across his cheeks, even beneath his helmet.

Minutes passed before he realized he hadn't opened his mouth to respond. His silence had you worried. Had you crossed the line? Was he upset by your words? The silence was deafening and the air in the cockpit was threatening to strangle you. So you immediately excused yourself to make dinner, rushing out before he could stop you. 

Din started to beat himself up after you rushed off. But there he sat, replaying the conversation in his mind. Were you aware of how badly he wanted you to feel him without his armor? To expose himself so fully to you, the woman he loved? To share the secrets he had carefully hidden beneath the weight of that helmet?

But he couldn't shake what else you had said. It's not as though I could see your face either way. Despite your sensitivity to the force and your ability to map out the lifeforms around you, you were still blind. He could remove his armor and outside of your other senses, you couldn't see anything. If he removed his helmet, you'd never actually see his face. Perhaps there was a way to go about this after all...

With that thought in mind, he practically sprinted from the cockpit, leaving his helmet on his seat, and found you grabbing dishes from the wash unit below. You heard his approach and prepared to speak, but you soon found yourself pinned to the wall, dishware clattering to the floor. 

Your first instinct was to think you were in danger, that someone boarded the ship while you were in a daze. But any alarm raised was immediately quieted as you felt warm lips press against yours. You didn't think twice before wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing closer. When you felt thick, soft locks beneath your fingers, you couldn't stop yourself from tangling your hands in them.

His hands raised to cup your face as he got lost in the kiss. How wonderful it felt to practically steal the breath from your lungs. To finally lose himself under your soft touch. Din wanted this. He needed this. To be held and kissed and loved so completely by you. Maker, he hadn't realized just how starved he was until he tasted your lips.

Everything about this told you that you were dreaming. Surely you'd been knocked out or even killed upon impact, like the ship had crashed. This was too wonderful. How your lips fit together so perfectly. How everything felt so right. Like fate was playing in your favor.

But it felt too real. The cold steel of his chest plate flush against your skin. The tightness in your chest and the air slipping from your lungs as you were kissed so passionately. So desperately. As though you only had moments left.

You stayed like that until you needed air and Din pulled away. He was positively entranced by the sight of you when he opened his eyes. Rosy lips, gaze half-lidded, and tinted cheeks. The element of surprise definitely made the moment even sweeter. 

It took you a moment to return to reality, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. And you were certainly startled by what you felt beneath your fingers. The soft hair and the heat of flushed skin. A warm, ragged breath on your face. Sweet and inviting. But no cold Beskar steel...

You released your grip on him and nearly leapt out of your skin. "Din! Your helmet?! What're you… what about..? The Way...? Your people! I thought... You… you or'dinii! I didn't want you to… to throw your life away for me!" You raised a fist and brought it down against his chest plate, insulting him in his own language. Of course you had wanted so desperately to kiss him, but now you were panicked by the thought of it. By the aftermath of this one impulsive action.

"Shhhh, cyar'ika. Calm down." His hand covered your fist and he kissed your forehead. "You can't see my face, right?" 

It took you a moment to find your words again. Your thoughts were pulling you in a thousand different directions. Lost between excitement and anger. Fear and arousal. Fantasy and reality. "Well, no, but…" you finally managed to say.

"Then no rules have been broken."

At first you were confused. Then you remembered that he technically couldn't allow anyone to see his face. And, well, you couldn't see a damn thing. Now you were catching on. "So... we're fine? You're fine?"

"It'll be our little secret," he whispered into the shell of your ear. You were shuddering at how he sounded without the modulator. His smooth baritone had you reeling. And the feeling of his warm breath against your skin... how could he be so perfect?

You raised a shaky hand to caress his cheek, adrenaline having scorched your nerves. Stubble tickled your palm and you felt him smile. That gave you courage and soon your hand was exploring his entire face.

Din's jaw was angular and he had high cheekbones. His skin was warm and smooth, aside from the prickly stubble lining his chin and upper lip. There were no notable scars. No wrinkles. His hair wasn't too long. Cleanly kept. And there were curls. Soft curls.

"Handsome," you whispered before cupping his cheeks and pulling him into another kiss. You fully planned on using this loophole to your advantage.

[hydemind]

Your thoughts on Isaac, William, Frankie an Jack 🎤?

OHHHHHH CROW I COULD GO ON ABOUT THEM FOR HOURS.

this post is SUPER FUCKING LONG so for the first time in my life im using a read more link.

I'm gonna start out with Will, who, a little fun fact, isn't actually named William! His full name is Willis Grossman. His parents thought it'd be funny. Will doesn't know his full name.

Here are some other fun facts about me and @functionentropy 's Will (along with other characters below) (he is also the one who has been making this entire creepypasta interp with me! Go check out their art or else /lh):

Will was born in the late 1800s early 1900s!

His parents were a lot like a Bonnie and Clyde duo, and they cared and loved for Will very, very much.

Will always looked up to Isaac! He wanted to be exactly like his grandpa when he grew up. Isaac was also a wonderful grandfather as well.

Will, on his 13th birthday, got Isaac's mask as a gift. When he got it, Isaac said to him: "keep it safe. It's a family heirloom.", Will uses that excuse as to why he still wears it to this day.

Speaking of Isaac, he's the underrealm equivalent to a tumblr sexyman. Everyone thinks he's hot shit, but that also goes for a lot of serial killers residing in the underrealm. Will unfortunately had to see his grandfather on magazine covers talking about the underrealm's HOTTEST NEW KILLER. He hates it.

Will ran away from home after Isaac died at around the age of 20 to 21, and considering he was a legal adult, his parents couldn't do much. They're still looking for him. (How, you may ask? Well, a little thing about the underrealm is that it stunts growth. You're essentially unable to die of old age down there. Think shitty immortality. His parents are looking for him, and they know he's in the underrealm- so that's how they are still around!)

Will had the worst time in the underrealm for the first few years he was down there. He wasn't immediately enrolled in the institution and he had a hard time holding down a job. Eventually he met Frankie! They live(d) in an apartment together. The first time Frankie met Will he thought he was Isaac and told his landlord and him HELL NO. Frankie does not like Isaac. Cue [will's offended gasp] and him saying he's his GRANDSON, and WHY IS HE ACTING LIKE ISAAC SUCKED? Cue Frankie making fun of him for being a grandpa's boy.

Frankie and Will had a bumpy relationship for a while. Will wasn't always a good person. Not really bad, just a fucking dumbass.

Speaking of Frankie...

Here's stuff about Frankie!

Frankie's origin story is essentially the same in this interp. Except for the fact that Frankie very much HAD A PAST. (which. If u wanna know more........I would love to talk about it......but this is about CURRENT Frankie so if u wanna know more bro just pop up in my dms or send another ask im feeling wild tonight)

After Amy passed (which was NOT due in part to the operator in this universe. The operator just found her like that) he was found by Bell (prince beelzebub, ruler of the underrealm at that point). You should know Frankie wasn't always an adjusted and normal fuckin person. He was like a rabid dog for a good while there.

While Frankie was unhinged he fucking death rolled Daisy the first time they met. (Daisy is an oc! I'm willing to talk more about him if you want the deets. He's interesting :]) because of this Daisy is the only one allowed to openly make fun of Frankie. (Playfully, of course.)

Daisy and Bell both basically helped Frankie adjust to society.

Frankie is autistic! So is Will. And Isaac. All. Everyone. Everyone has autism. (Shhhh. i'm projecting.)

Frankie can see souls! He's a very good judge of character because of it. However Frankie doesn't know what he's seeing is people's souls.

Frankie goes specifically after bad people. He'll take jobs from bad people, but he'll kill them, too. He says "he's sending them back to where they belong".

Frankie was the first to really show Will killing isn't just something you do. It's more than that. Will had never really processed death and murder of his fellow man like that before. He has a hard time even processing people as people sometimes, outside those of whom he cares for. This is because of Isaac. Isaac taught Will that people are bad- all of them. And that killing them is preventing them from hurting others, even if they haven't yet.

Frankie is a good guy and honestly a softie deep down. He worries and cares for all those who are close to him, even if he doesn't act like it sometimes.

Frankie says Toby "kidnapped him" and "made him diseased". 1. Frankie can very much leave the household at any time and 2. Frankie is referring to the operator sickness. Speaking of that-

Frankie was dragged through the operator's own personal hell! (Aka the realm they reside in more often than not, aka the place that Tim gets tossed around in near the end of marble hornets.) Reason being was because he threatened Toby's life. The operator is very protective of Toby.

Speaking of that, someone else was around when Toby met Frankie...

ONTO LAUGHING JACK!

ohhh man. Oh man. Oh baby. This clown is FULL of illness. Alright. So let's start off simple:

Lj was of course, made for Isaac. That's still a consistency. What isn't is that lj was around Isaac for a lot longer than in the original story. They developed a very close bond over the years they knew eachother, but, all good things must come to an end.

Lj returned to his box when Isaac left for boarding school. However, unlike the original story....Isaac didn't really come back to open the box. In fact, the most Isaac did was...well, I'll wait to spill that for Isaac's part later.

However! Eventually the house got passed off to another family. Years, and it mean YEARS later someone found lj's box in the attic! They were an unfortunate casualty.

After this, lj went and hunted Isaac down. Cue gore filled murder scene.

Things to note: LJ feels HORRIBLE about what he did to Isaac. He regrets it everyday. He wishes he had never done that to him.

But, time skip a bit.. we're further in the future now. LJ has his carnival set up and hidden away in an empty spot in the forest. He eventually comes across a wandering spirit because of this. This wanderer just so happens to be Sally!

LJ takes her in and swears to protect her with his life. In a way, you could say he sees her as a chance of redemption.

Sally was a wandering spirit, meaning she never really was stuck to one spot in particular- also meaning she wasn't very strong. Because of this, LJ gave her some of his own angelic essence. This boosted Sally and essentially made her a poltergeist!

(Note: Sally doesn't know how she died. Also, none of the things in her og story happened to her in this one. Fuck mishimishi. All my homies hate mishimishi.)

A little while after this they actually meet Toby and Jeffery! But this is getting long and to explain THAT entire debacle would make it even longer. but again I fully invite you to send more asks or just straight up dm me if you wanna know!

Now, last, but certainly not least..

ISAAC GROSSMAN.

OH MAN. Isaac is a DOOZY. Just like LJ, this baby is chocked FULL of illnesses! *slaps the top of his head like the roof of a car* but also, fair warning here: im gonna be talking about some heavy stuff. Abuse, physical and mental, gore, just. Death in general. Cannibalism, and EXTREME MENTAL ILLNESS *loud airhorn* so if any of that stuff gets to you steer clear of this part!

Anyways, let's start out simple!

Isaac was born in victorian England.

Isaac's mother was terrible towards him. I'm talking mental and physical abuse. She was a horrible, horrible woman.

Isaac's father...he wasn't a good person either, but he didn't beat Isaac. Nor did he really mentally abuse him either. He just...let it happen. He didn't even hurt his mother like he did in the original story. Isaac's mother was just plain bad for no good reason.

Isaac was sort of. Born having mental illness. They didn't just develop for him due to the abuse he experienced, though they certainly DID make it worse. There were other mental issues he has now that developed due to the abuse, however.

LJ was quite literally a godsend for Isaac. Metaphorically and not Metaphorically. LJ made Isaac happy, gave him comfort, and was basically like the mom he never had.

that's why it was so hard on Isaac when he had to leave lj behind. For a while he even had hallucinations of lj while in boarding school (which only furthered his future belief that lj was a hallucination brought on by the need to cope).

Isaac's first technical "murder" you could say was at boarding school. He pushed a shitty teacher down the stairs when there was no one around and they died. It wasn't even premeditated- more like it just sort of..happened.

Eventually Isaac graduated. When he did, he promptly returned home and killed his parents, as you do. /s

Isaac killed his mom in a rather violent fashion in comparison to his father- he whiplashed her so hard she fucking died.

Not long after this Isaac started his..well. I guess you could call it career.

Basically you know what happens after that. human skin chair, yadda yadda yadda, underrealm's sexiest killer, you know the drill.

Isaac did more than the human skin chair though! In fact, he uh. He. He did a lot. He did. SO much. But that was because Isaac believed in not wasting any part of the body. Which means Isaac not only made human skin chairs, but he was an avid cannibal, as well. (Fun fact, this very much extended to Will's father, mother, and Will as well. Will didn't know they were eating human for a long time. He had to realize that on his own.)

Eventually, Isaac punched his ticket because of LJ. But..I'd be a liar to say he really died.

No, our wonderful boy Isaac didn't die. He became a ghoul. Which, by the way, only further fucked with Isaac mentally! He's so ill. Some other things happened which I won't say here because they're spoilers for the fanfic I'm working on (Oh yeah the hyperfixation is that bad, but if you wanna know, again, I fully invite you to ask), but basically Isaac eventually gets taxidermied by, drumroll please..TOBY!!!! yeah. Toby does taxidermy as a job. He invited a new type of it for taxidermying Isaac. It was to repay daisy for something he did for the group.

But to say, again, that THAT was Isaac's end, would be another lie! No no no. Isaac was alive during the entire process! The good news is that he's never looked better after he escaped daisy's house when it got exploded by Frankie. Which..that's uh..another story for another day. This post is already insanely long and I am NOT putting it in the main tags.

So yeah! Im absolutely crazy for these dudes and I love all of them. By the way if you couldn't guess before Frankie and Will very much get together and are so so gay. Another little thing: Isaac is gay too, he had a past relationship with a man by the name of Dr. Locklear! Locklear is French German and his accent shows it. They were very close but fell out because of Locklear being involved with the institution and...a certain foundation.

I'll leave it to you to ponder on that one.

[profitinaecho]

Echo Appreciation Day 2: A Missing Scene

Liz had asked Max to keep Diego entertained while she was at work for a few hours- with the promise of doing a certain sex act that was usually off limits if he helped her. He definitely would have helped her anyway, but that was definitely a bonus. Walking into the Wild Pony flanked by Diego, Max pauses when he sees Kyle sitting by himself cradling a whiskey at the bartop.

“What are the odds…” Max mumbles to himself, going over to his friend and clapping him on the back. “What’s up man? Have you met Diego?”

“The ex fiance?” Kyle’s brown eyes bug out comically, before remembering his manners and holding his hand out to Diego. “Nice to meet you.”

Diego shakes the shorter latino man's hands, his eyes crinkling in amusement. “You were her first boyfriend, Kyle.”

“That’s me.” Kyle affirms, realizing they are standing in size order- Diego, to Max then himself. “Do yall want to join me or would that be weird?”

“Not any weirder than us hanging out to begin with.” Max shrugs. He is secure in his relationship with Liz. He knows she loves him, but do all her exes have to have eight pack abs and be so damn attractive? The only thing they all seem to have in common is dark hair and dark eyes. Otherwise the three of them are so different- just like the role they played in Liz’s life story.

“What on earth would we have to talk about?” Diego smirks playfully, plopping down to the right of Kyle, while Max takes the seat on Kyle’s other side on the bar top. He is truly a mountain of a man and if Max were into that sort of thing, he could see where Diego would be the epitome of male perfection. It only makes him slightly insecure. Really.

Coming around the corner from the staff room, Maria sees Liz’s past and future relationships all sitting in a row and pauses a moment in surprise. Composing herself, she brings over a bottle of tequila. “You guys look like you could use this. Don’t worry, tequila is keto” Maria comments, setting down the entire bottle of wells tequila and three shot glasses in front of them. She is just glad that Michael isn’t here right now because he would be giving his big brother hell.

After they each take a shot of the cheap but cooled tequila, Diego asks, “Do you think she actually loved you or just thought it was what was expected of her?”

Kyle sputters on the shot he just took then coughs. Liz Ortecho puts him in more weird situations than anyone on earth- and she wasn’t even one of the aliens. “Uh. We were only together in high school. I think she enjoyed the protection and popularity of being with me because I played football and she got to wear my letter jacket. She just did it because it was safe. I was the training wheels before she started her life. Good thing too, because it would have been awkward if we had gotten married then found out I was her sister’s half brother.” Kyle shakes his head then takes the lime Max offers him to chase his shot.

Kyle pours himself another shot and takes it, while Max claps him on the back comfortingly. They both know that if Max had ever been brave enough to make a move in high school, Kyle would have been out of the picture. Kyle was just the one brave enough to make a move and had always felt comfortable to her. Rosa and her father had never liked him though- first because he was a douche in high school, and then because Arturo knew Max was the one for his youngest daughter. Max and Diego both follow with a second shot of their own. It’s been over a decade and Max isn’t bitter any more, but it is always weird seeing someone you know has touched your girlfriend. Kyle was her first, but Max will be her last. They are her past loves and he is her forever.

“You guys aren’t technically related. Liz checked your DNA.” Max hiccups. He’s always been a lightweight and two shots of tequila in a short period of time almost has him at his limit.

“She probably checked all of our DNA to see if we were genetically compatible to have children with.” Diego pipes up. He takes another shot, then smiles dreamily. “She always came up with the most genius experiments. Things no one would ever think of, with far reaching implications. She was determined to get a Nobel Prize.”

“She still will someday.” Max says proudly. He just hopes it isn’t using alien DNA that gets her there. He doesn’t need that kind of exposure for himself and his family.

Kyle pours them all another shot and jubilantly exclaims, “Cheers!” Standing up wobbly on the bottom rungs of his bar stool, Kyle reaches across the bar to grab 3 limes for them. “Woo!” He exclaims, popping a lime in his mouth to suck on and handing the other two men one as well.

“Liz always put the lab over everything. Me. Sex. Feelings. To this day, I don’t know if she said yes because she was sleep deprived and the ring was shiny or if she actually loved me.” Diego sighs dramatically, pouring himself another shot. Max is losing track of what shot number they are on and knows he needs to slow down if he is going to be driving. Based on the number of limes in front of each of them, he will probably be calling an uber.

“Really? We have quickies before she leaves usually.” Max tries not to be smug that he finally has something Diego doesn’t have- Liz’s love and attention. Maria gasps on the other side of the bar as she walks by. Max’s tongue is starting to get loose and as one of Liz’s best friends, it is Maria’s job to rein him in. “Shhhh! Liz can’t know we’re talking about her. She’s scary when she’s mad.”

“Hey, Max? Can I see your keys?” Maria asks innocently, taking the set of keys he offers her with the little cowboy alien on them. She will see how drunk they are when they are done but is prepared to call all three of them an Uber- or Liz.

Maria pulls out her phone and quickly texts Liz.

Maria: You might want to come get your boys.

Liz: Max and Diego? Why? Is Max doing karaoke again?

Maria: Nope. Worse.

Maria snaps a photo of all three men with empty shot glasses in front of them and an almost empty bottle of tequila. Max is leaning on Kyle to stay up and Diego is red eyed and crying. She quickly sends it to Liz.

Liz: OMG. I can leave in 30 if you keep them distracted. Why is Kyle there too? All they have in common is me.

Maria: He was here first trying to find a liquor with no carbs. On it, girl.

“We would have been married by now, you know.” Diego sniffs, wiping a tear from his eye. “I don’t know why I’m crying. She was just so perfect.”

“She’s not perfect. She has flaws. It’s a facade to make her feel worthy of love. But I love her anyway, easily.” Max stares off dreamily thinking about his first kiss with Liz.

“Dude. I’ve heard this story already.” Kyle rolls his eyes. “The sunlight was perfect and you laid it all out and she kissed you.”

While the men are distracted, Maria refills their tequila bottle with water. “Shots?” She asks, refilling all their glasses with water.

“This tequila tastes funny.” Diego sniffs it, then shrugs and takes the shot of water.

“I bought Liz a ring! It’s on hold at the jewelry store until I manage to get her ring size without waking her up.” Max blurts out, gesturing with his finger how he tries to tie something on her finger.

“She’s a size 5 aaaaaand one half.” Diego informs him helpfully.

“Thanks dude!” Max pulls out his phone and tries to text something under the bartop. Forgetting how to spell, he gives up and drops his head on Kyle’s shoulder. He feels sleepy.

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At Liz’s voice, Max picks his head up off Kyle’s shoulder and beams at her. “Babe! I was jus tinking about you an you’re here!”

Liz shakes her head. “I sure am. Did you boys have fun talking about me?”

“She knows!” Diego looks around wide eyed. “How does she always know?”

Kyle hiccups, blinking at Liz. “She’s psychic.”

“‘Member what we all talked about? Shhhhh” Max puts his fingers to his lips and nods conspiratorially at his girlfriend's exes.

“Maria is the psychic. I just can’t imagine you men would have anything else in common to talk about.” Liz is trying to stay firm, but all three of them are a mess and she will definitely never forget the way they look right now. She is a little nervous about what they talked about but knows Max loves her unconditionally and isn’t too concerned. “Nobody is going to puke right? I’ll drop y’all off at home. Come on.”

“Their home, not ours right?” Max asks worriedly. He’s just gotten used to the idea of hanging with her past, he isn’t sure he can handle them in his house yet.

“Yes, babe.” Liz reassures him.

“And I get shotgun.” Max takes off for Liz’s car, bumping into a table on his way out and then slamming into the door.

Shaking her head, Liz rounds up the other two men and follows him. Nobody better puke in her car.

[xserpentlife]

Relief - Pt.2

Requested: No, written for the Southside Archive discord server prompt of the week.

A/N: Here is the long-awaited part two of Relief my werewolf AU. I am so sorry I made you guys wait so long but I really wanted to perfect it. I also am 100000% down to continue this story for yall but I wanna do it through concepts/blurbs and stuff. SO if you wanna know anything about pea and the people you learn about through this part to or the reader and pea learning how to live after all of this send me a message or submit to me love you all and thanks for being so patient. 

Warnings: Talk of impregnation, birth (nothing detailed)

Word Count: 3327

This morning was different than any open you had ever woken up to. You smelled the pancakes as soon as you woke up wanting nothing more than to devour them since it had been a day or two since your last meal. Your heat, so much worse, so much more intense this time and since Sweet Pea helped it subsided so much faster than usual but you know it was over the ending most likely in the middle of the night since the scent of an Alpha helped ward it off. You ended up trying to stand but to no avail, you fell over, your legs like jelly as soon as you stood. The door opened as you were trying to pull yourself onto the bed the plate being placed on your bureau as Pea came over helping you onto the bed.

“Hey, hey you okay?”

“Yeah I’m good Pea, m’ sorry”

“For what babygirl?”

“Falling”

“Don't’ be, but are you sure you’re okay”

“Yeah I’m good my legs just hurt a bit s’all”

“Okay well hey I made your favorite breakfast”

“Why?”

“What do you mean?”

“You didn’t leave, why not”

“Cause I wasn’t kidding when I said that I wanted to make you mine forever”

“Pea…”

“I’m serious Y/N, I like you a lot and it was stupid and it took me a while to realize I mean fuck we have known each other since high school and I know it is stupid because I should have made you mine so long ago. I have known for years that something was off. Every time you were in pain I was too an...”

“You felt that too?”

“Mhm, because apparently, we've been mates Y/N and I don’t know when it happened because I can’t even remember back that far but I regret not making you mine sooner. I’m so fucking sorry for letting you go through your heats alone for this long. I always believed you when you said you were sick, but last night fuck it never felt like that before and I knew something wasn’t right and I’m sorry” You reached your hand to cup his cheek as he was sitting next to you on the bed.

“Hey, shhh. It’s not your fault it’s neither of our faults okay. I love you too Pea so fucking much”

“So you still wanna be mine?’

“Always Pea” His lips were brought to your forehead as he pulled you into his body, his scent was radiating off of him, and even though you were not in your heat anymore it felt like it was so much stronger than normal.

“Well hey, why don’t you eat your pancakes and then we take a bath I uh need to talk to you, how does that sound?”

“Perfect, everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything is fine” The pancakes were some of the best you’ve had, after eating Pea had helped you into the bathroom turning the tub on and letting it fill, throwing in your favorite salts and things that always helped you calm down. He climbed in first letting you get in front of him.

“So what did you wanna talk about?”

“Before I say anything I am so fucking sorry”

“What’s going on?”

“Last night we fell asleep, both of us”

“Yeah, it was nice… I thought”

“No, no it was, that wasn’t the issue that part I loved, I loved having you in my arms but when we got closer to morning you started waking up, and I woke up but you were still asleep. Anyway, I woke up and was just running my hand through your hair and then you started stirring so I stopped but you were smiling like a dream and then you uhm…”

“I what pea? Did I snore? Talk?”

“No you uh you clenched you know cause I was still inside you and I didn’t mean to but I had already had a dream about you before I woke up and, and I well I finished inside you and I know it wasn’t technically consensual and I am so fucking sorry that I did, I tried to pull out but it just wasn’t fast enough”

“Oh..”

“I’m so so sorry, I think your heat was over though I mean I’m pretty sure it was cause your scent wasn’t as strong when I was running my hand in your hair”

“Yeah, it was probably over Pea because usually, I can’t sleep when I am in my heat”

“But what if…”

“Nothing is gonna happen”

“My heat was basically over when we went to sleep I felt it going away so I’m sure everything was fine by this morning, plus like you said my scent wasn’t as strong so it most likely was anyway”

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You’ve now been Pea’s official mate and girlfriend for months now, 4 to be exact. He was always feeding you always, making new dishes for dinner and so much more. He was taking care of you better than anyone had in your entire life. He was currently cooking your favorite dinner.

“Babe are you about to go through heat again?”

“I don’t think so why?”

“Well you haven't in a while and you just smell so much fucking sweeter recently”

“I do?”

“Yeah I don’t know why, but uhm, dinner is done want me to make you a plate and bring it to the couch?”

“That would be perfect” With a quick kiss to your cheek he was back in the kitchen clanging around before coming back and placing the two plates on the coffee table in front of you. Your plate was filled entirely while his was only about 25% full.

“Pea what are you doing?” You looked over as he had food shoved into his mouth.

“Eating…”

“Why did you give me so much?”

“You need to eat”

“Pea this is too much for me”

“Y/N just eat it”

“Pea, what is wrong with you?” “Just don't want you to be hungry”

“Pea you have to eat too, and I know damn well that isn’t enough for you”

“I’m fine Y/N!”

“You are fucking impossible, I’m going to the Wyrm call me when you get the stick out of your ass”

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“He is fucking impossible Toni, I don’t know what the fuck is going on with him, to be honest. So like you know how I used to make us dinner”

“Yeah he loves when you cook”

“He won’t fucking let me anymore T, all he does is make food. Like he won’t even let me go to fucking work without giving me two containers of food and I work at POPS!. Also, he won’t let FP send me on jobs like ever since we fucked it’s like I'm this small fucking porcelain doll”

“ you know he just loves you Y/N”

“Don’t defend him Fangs, it’s fucking infuriating”

“Look you guys mated Y/N he bonded with you that shit goes so much deeper than just being someone's mate”

“Guys I appreciate this but I came here to vent so I’m just gonna go” As soon as you got up you felt a crushing pain being kicked against your abdomen, a pain you only felt once before when pea was hit with a bat in the chest. Your worry instantly kicked in but then it happened again and as soon as you stepped off the stool you fell to the ground clutching your stomach. You heard Fangs and Toni screaming around you but then everything went black.

You slowly felt the light coming into your eyes.

“Y/N, Y/N can you hear me?”

“Fangs” You gained your vision back as you looked to Toni who was above you, your head in her lap. Fangs to your left and a new recruit to your right. “What happened”

“You passed out you’ve been out for a minute or two what happened?”

“I don’t know I felt this massive pain and then…. No, no! where’s Pea! Something has to be wrong where is he!”

“Shhhh. Calm down we’ll call hi….” Then you heard the familiar grunt coming through the doors of the Wyrm. Slowly walking over a low growl came out of him, getting louder and louder until Fangs and Toni were helping you stand. The new recruit still having his arm on yours.

“Tanner you have 5 seconds to get your hand off of her arm before I send you flying out those doors. Slowly you smelled the familiar scent. His alpha scent. No, not the one that could calm you instantly the one that was meant to scare people, meant to deter them from your land, or from his property.

“Pea you stink”

“How long has it been since you showered”

“I just did, Tanner is pissing me off, get your fucking hands off her dude” You looked to Tanner hoping he would let go but he didn’t, his eyes meeting yours as he sent you a devilish smirk. So you used your boot stomping down on his, and sending a fist into his gut as you ran to Pea. He didn’t care about anyone else at that moment because Fangs and the others were taking care of Tanner.

“Let’s go upstairs”

You made your way upstairs Pea letting you lean on him than helping you slowly sit on the couch before the familiar pain came again but so, so much stronger. You watched as pea keeled over just as you did and a whimper came from your mouth to which his wolf whimpered right back walking over so you could nuzzle your head into his neck. His wolf was hoping the scent would calm you down.

“Did you feel it too Pea?”

“Yeah, why? Did you? It was you earlier too wasn’t it? Fuck I knew something was wrong what’s going on?”

“I wish I knew, hopefully, it'll go away soon though”

“Yeah, hopefully. Now let’s get you home

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You were building a new nest waiting for Pea to get home. You had taken pillows from everywhere you could possibly think of. Every sweatshirt Pea had ever left you, every shit, every sock you needed his scent you craved it. But it was odd, this didn’t feel like it usually is when you were going into heat.

“Hey, babe how are…” Pea looked to you down on the floor slowly building up your nest. “What are ya doing?”

“nothin, relaxing” and you went right back to what you were doing instantly. For months now Pea had been having these very strong urges to protect you his mate, but he could never figure out why he figured that maybe his world was just on edge since mating and bonding with you. But that definitely was not it, he knew it was more than that, and seeing you today proved it to him. Something was definitely wrong and he would be damned if he didn’t figure out what it was. He then felt that familiar kick into his stomach again as he saw your hand reach to your stomach and you coil over as a whimper came from you. Pea then comforted you for a bit after that until you finally fell asleep, and he had a chance to call the pack doctor who confirmed his worry right over the phone.

You slept for hours after that, something you usually didn’t do. You were not one to take naps, not one to sleep during the day always waiting till the last possible minute, but not after the episode of kicking you felt. And now Sweet Pea knew exactly why you were feeling it all, and he had to be the one to break it to you. But first, he had some things to get done…

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The next morning you woke up to the smell of pancakes like you have been the last few months. But they smelt so much sweeter so much better to you. You ran out to the kitchen hugging Pea from behind.

“Thank you!”

“For what?”

“Being you… are they my favorite”

“Of course they are, why would I ever make anything else, grab a plate” You grabbed two out of the cabinet, as Pea stacked up some pancakes on both giving you way more as per usual recently.

“Can you stop that…”

“I can’t, just please don’t argue right now Y/N I gotta talk to you”

“Uhm, okay, uh can you grab me the hot sauce” he looked over at you so odd as you had already poured the maple syrup all over your pancakes.

“Why do you need the hot sauce”

“I want it for my pancakes”

“What the fuc… wait nevermind. Yeah, here now sit down we need to talk”

“Pea, what’s going on?”

“Well remember when we mated for the first time when I uh ya know… uhm”

“What? came inside me?”

“Yeah… well, I uh called the doctor last night because you’ve been acting so off, and you’ve been gaining a little weight along with all the pain in your stomach”

“No, I haven't! And the only reason I’m getting big is because your fucking ass won't stop feeding me shit!!”

“Baby girl you may not realize it but you definitely have been, and no the weight is not because of me… well, it may be a bit but I’m only feeding you more because my wolf knows that you are pregnant.” He didn’t mean to just come outright and say it but shit happens.

“I’m sorry, repeat that”

“Pregnant…”

“There's no way…”

“I talked to the doctor, you must have still been in heat, I think your scent was masked by mine after we mated and everything and I just didn’t realize. I am so fucking sorry I should have been more careful should have tried to pull out and now your pregnant and it is all my fucking fault and I am so so sorry”

“Pea calm down, everything is going to be fine, but… wait that means that I’m what 6 months?”

“Yeah babe, we have a pup coming soon”

“We’re gonna be parents Pea”

“Yeah baby we are, I love you so so much”

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Now with a month to go, you were constantly trying to build your nest bigger and bigger constantly taking the clothes that Pea would throw away into the hamper. He had to actually end up buying new ones because you even stole all the clothes from his place when you were over one night.

“Hey baby, how is your nest coming?”

“Great, do you like it?”

“Baby Uhm I do, I love it but I wanted to ask you something”

“Okay, what is it?”

“Would you maybe want to move in with me, I have a whole room you can have just for your nest and, and then we could sleep in each other's arms every night”

“Is this nest not good enough?” “No baby I love this nest so much, but if you let me I want to take everything that is here and bring it to my place. Our pup is coming soon and I would really love it if I could fit in the closet with you when your giving birth” You felt your baby kick, they were getting stronger by the day. It was somewhat a sign, a sign telling you to go with Pea. A sign telling you that you were not alone anymore that you finally had someone on your side, and that you would never be alone again.

“I wanna move in with you Pea”

“Really!”

“Mhm,” He came over scooping you off the floor and wrapping you in the best way he could consider your belly was very prominent.

That same month you began moving into the old house that Sweet Pea hadn’t been in since he was a child. See when he was 18 he moved out too afraid to live in the big house on his own, but his grandmother had left it to him when she passed so it was his. He began cleaning it up when he turned 20 knowing he would eventually need a house one day, and he was so glad he did because he could not give you and your baby the lives you both deserved. Your new nest was separate from the nursery he began building with Fangs. It was about double the size of your previous nest and Pea had even gifted you some blankets for it. More blankets than you’d ever need but it made it so soft and cozy he even slept with them for a few days so his scent was around every inch. It was the best your nest had ever been. He even bought string lights and little things to hang and place around. It was the first time your nest was wholeheartedly you and smelled just like him making your comfort increase instantaneously.

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Home birth was the way you wanted to go. You hated hospitals, hated needles and you wanted to do it all on your own. I mean it was only one pup and you were not alone. With the exception of Pea and a few friends in the trailer just in case you needed them due to an emergency you felt like you were at peace, ready to bring your pup into the world.

Your pregnancy wasn’t hard only really the last couple weeks. The back pain was worse than any heat pains you had ever felt. Luckily Pea stayed by your side not leaving to even take a shower unless he had brought you in with him. Whenever you would whimper he would give a croon in response giving you a sense of relief, and comfort. Without him, you definitely would not have made it through.

You knew it was getting closer. You wouldn’t leave your nest not even for a second. Pea ended up sleeping with you on the floor because of it. You were sleeping peacefully beside him until you felt a wet spot pool around you body as you were slowly waking up and hits of intense pain rolling through you, Sweet Pea shooting up directly after hearing your loud whimper the loudest he had ever heard come out of you, almost as bad as when you got attacked from the ghoulies.

You had made Pea get Toni and Fangs, You couldn’t handle him letting go of your hand and you needed someone to help deliver the babies. Usually, it was only an Alpha and their mate but at that moment you needed all the support you could get.

You pushed for an hour before the baby came A little boy. Maddox. You both laid shirtless next to one another as you held the little boy in your arms, scenting him instantly. But the joy stopped all too soon you felt the familiar pain of the contractions once again. And you screamed out in agony. You were afraid that something was wrong.

“Baby hey what’s wrong”

“Pea, Pea! I feel it again what’s going on.

“Hey shh it’s gonna be fine okay. Fangs can you take Maddox and get him cleaned up.” Tears started welling in your eyes as you looked away from him trying to sit up and he pushed you down just slightly. His wolf knew you were scared his wolf could feel it but he could see it “Baby look at me” but you couldn’t too focused on the pain and if you were gonna be okay, and where your baby was. “Look at me y/n” a croon coming from deep inside got your focuses as you brought your eyes to meet his “yeah that’s my girl just keep your eyes on me okay, your gonna be fine I promise” You pushed again feeling the familiar wave as you heard the wails of a boy you figure it was Fangs bringing Maddox back in but soon another baby was placed onto your chest.

“Pea what…”

“We had another little boy Y/N, fuck baby you're doing so good, oh fuck I shouldn’t curse, sorry. Baby, you did so so good, God I love you” Your second baby boy

You had both your babies laying on your chest until you felt the familiar pain come once again, Pea helping you push through it. And the cries different from what you previously heard and a baby being placed on your chest as you felt a wet teardrop onto your chest as you looked up to see Pea placing the baby on you and him crying.

“It’s a baby girl Y/N, we have a little girl” Jinx.

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That was the last baby you had that night. Three little ones. Triplets. You knew your life would be a whole lot crazier than on out. A little girl with 2 “older” brothers and a badass for dad. You couldn’t wait to see Pea be their father. You looked over to see him in the chair having skin to skin contact with all of them as you were getting cleaned up. Now Sweet Pea was the father of 3 pups Maddox, Aleric, and Jinx. Three kids under the age of 1, oh boy would the toddler years be tough, and oh god you couldn’t even begin to fathom the teenage years. But you wouldn’t want to be a parent with anyone else other than your Sweetest Pea.

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Meeting after the war

Headcanons requested by the lovely @emilynorthpole who I told I’d do them once I got off school and then got a little busy hehe love u babe <3

Sooo After the war Harry went to live in the muggle world for a while

He thought he could handle the Wizarding World and he thought he wanted to work with the aurors but as soon as training began he realized that wasn’t what he wanted

It’s hermione who suggests it first bc she understood the struggle Harry was facing

Ron never really gets it (he grew up in the Wizarding World and he can’t really imagine leaving his home) but cmon he’s Ron fucking Weasley ofc he’s supportive af

So Harry decides to go study in a muggle university, staying in muggle London bc he doesn’t want to go too far yet

Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy fucked off to another continent after the war bc the government couldn’t touch them there

Everyone expected Draco to go with them

BUT

He didn’t

He applied to work in the ministry (he didn’t really want to work there, but he thought it was the proper way to redeem himself)

He did eighth year right so they gave him a job but ofc they gave him the job they thought he would most hate

Soooo he worked in the muggle excuses department (or whatever it is called) and just comes up with excuses all day to explain magical occurrences to muggles

Which leads to him working PRETTY closely with careless aurors *cough* Ron Weasley *cough*

Ron hates him at first

Draco doesn’t blame him

He really has changed, and Ron knows it but he would never admit it to the FERRET that he thinks he’s sort of funny in his wit now that it’s not offensive or bigoted

After a few years they’re getting along pretty well

Draco goes to pub night sometimes but he’s never encountered Harry

UNTIL

So it’s been a few years and Harry’s been building his life and going to therapy and all and he feels like he’s ready to go back to the Wizarding World (he did hang out with hermione and Ron often, just in the muggle world)

And he agrees to go to the Wizarding world but NOT to something as public as a pub

So they went to Ron and hermiones

He knew Ron was friends with Draco so he knew he was going to be there

Draco, however did NOT know Harry was going to be there and he could not be less prepared

He walks into the apartment and quite literally falls on his face (the grace and poise he was raised with go right out the window where potter is involved damn him)

Harry doesn’t laugh thank god

Ron does

So hard

So does hermione, tho she does it while she helps Draco up

He now has a cut on his chin and it stings but damn it he’s not going to go to the bathroom to clean it OR ask for a healing charm

So he just stays there like a fool

“Potter”

“Malfoy”

That’s all

It’s pretty awkward for the first half an hour

Harry doesn’t really say anything (too worried that the press will find out he’s here)

Draco doesn’t know WHAT to say

He literally apologized to everyone two years ago this embarrassing awkward shit was over

But here is POTTER who is probably the person that Draco most needs to apologize to and the only person that he hasn’t apologized to

Hermione and Ron leave to get the food and drinks

Bc that’s a two person job

So Draco just blurts it out

“Potter I’m so sorry”

“What?”

“I’m sorry. You saved my life in multiple occasions, and I was horrible to you at school, and I-“

“Malfoy stop”

Draco’s just ???

“I don’t need you to apologize”

“I let death eaters into the castle”

“I literally cut you open. I almost killed you”

The most uncomfortable silence ever

And then Draco laughs

He doesn’t know why but he just laughs

Maybe it’s because he’s here sitting with Harry bloody potter talking about the time he almost fucking killed him

“What’s so funny Malfoy?”

Harry’s angry

It’s a knee jerk reaction for everything draco does

But then

He begins laughing too

He also doesn’t know why it is

Maybe it’s bc he never thought that when he came back to the Wizarding World it would be to sit in his best friends’ living room with Draco fucking Malfoy

But he is

And after that it’s so much easier for some reason

And Harry enjoyed being in the Wizarding World but he wants to take baby steps not just return out of nowhere

And Draco has been working in the muggle office of the ministry for a long long time but he’s never actually Been in the muggle world

Harry offers to show him around

Draco’s surprised that he offered

Ron is too

Even Harry’s surprised

Hermione just looks oddly smug

So they set up the “tour” for the next Wednesday

Why Wednesday? No one knows

Harry half expects Draco to bail

He half expects himself to bail

Neither of them do

Harry shows Draco where he works

He teaches art to children bc he found art really helped him cope and he likes teaching

He shows him his favorite cafe

And his favorite takeout place

And his favorite pizza place

Draco’s never had pizza

Harry practically shoves it in his mouth

Draco loves it

After that, Wednesday’s become “crappy food Wednesday” even tho the food is rarely crappy

Draco’s so eager to try everything that even Harry (who’s been living there for over two years now) ends up trying food he didn’t even know existed

Then Friday’s become movie night Friday’s

And sundays become workout Sunday’s (turns out Draco did a lot of yoga to cope and tho it’s not Harry’s favorite thing he likes how peaceful Draco looks while doing it so he pretends to like it)

And then Monday is the day draco lets Harry paint him (he’s amazing to paint, especially in the light of Harry’s bedroom)

And then may second Draco arrives at his apartment looking lost and Harry just understands

They sleep in the same bed that night

Then it’s crappy food Wednesday, and then it’s Thursday and Draco doesn’t go home and then it’s movie Friday and Draco still doesn’t go home and Harry’s never really liked having people (other than Ron or hermione)in his personal space, but somehow, he doesn’t mind with Draco

In fact, he wants him to stay

When it’s Saturday and Draco says he’s leaving Harry just blurts out “stay”

And he does

And Harry gets offered the Hogwarts dada teacher position

And he takes it

They keep the muggle apartment (connected to the floo network so Harry can come and go to see Draco)

Draco quits the ministry and becomes a pediatric nurse in a muggle hospital bc he found he really very much liked the muggle world, and he could sneak small healing spells on babies he knew wouldn’t survive (which is technically against the statute of secrecy but shhhh no one needs to know)

And they still go to Ron and hermiones on saturdays

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Dog Days of Summer-Ch 7

Dog Days of Summer- Chris Evans X plus sized reader. Dog days of summer are usually defined as the hottest of the year, some define it as lazy days. This year ���hottest’ has nothing to do with the outside temp. You meet Chris and Dodger Evans while taking your own dog to the park.

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Warnings: Cursing and fluff, mild angst

Chapter 7

You were a ball of anxiety on the couch that night. Chris wanted to ‘talk’ after he calms down. Welp it was nice to date him for 2 days anyway, also multiple kisses, yet you knew this was it. He wouldn't want to deal with your ex drama, and if Matt did go to the tabloids, it was easily deniable if the two of you had no contact. No proof, no pictures, no story. Honestly it was the smart play, it just sucked.

Chewing your nails to give your hands something to do while watching Chris’ new favorite drama series. You couldn’t even follow along with the plot anymore, making plans in your head to watch the episodes again without him, so you could be ready to watch more tomorrow night. Wait no, scratch that, he wouldn’t be here tomorrow night would he? Back to chewing.

The sound coming from the tv stopped, but it took you a few moments to notice, or at least that was the impression you got from Chris’ expression.

“You’re not going to be able to calm down are you? You’re worried.” He watches you nod your head and he lets out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Ok...ok…” He mumbles seemly more to himself than you. His hand rubbing your arm with his that is slung over your shoulder. “It’ll be fine. I mean it’s been what? A week or so since we met, but other people do it all the time. It’ll be good.” Again it feels like he’s more talking to himself and not to you. It’s like he’s trying to convince himself that leaving you wouldn’t be hard since it was such a short time.

You felt very differently, but you couldn’t blame him, it was the smart thing to do. He was a freaking superstar and he had to protect his image and subsequently his job. Public perception was everything nowadays. You can feel your chest tighten and throat closing as you fight back tears that are inevitable. The feel of you stiffening in his arms has him look down at you, seeing you start to break down. You watch as his jaw locks and he pushes you off the couch, standing up as well.

“Go pack a bag. If it has you this upset we’re not staying here.” Your eyes snap to him, wide and confused. “I don’t think he has another key but if you’re are that worried that it has you crying you can stay at my place for a night or two, at least until you can decide what to do.” You don’t move from your spot near the couch. “I’ve got a spare room, don’t worry.” He smirks. Did this mean he didn’t want to stop dating you? “Was there something else that you’re worried about?”

“You said we were going to ‘talk’. I just had my ex break into the apartment he’s technically paying for, see you and recognize you and admit we’re dating, while trying to get back with me, probably just so he has a place to live, and you said you wanted to ‘talk’. In what universe is that not ‘we’re no longer dating’?”

“Shit did I use the ‘T’ word?” Chris winced.

“Yeah, ya did.”

“I just meant about you and him and the key situation with the housing. If you were going to stay here or we needed to look at more places, security systems, that sort of thing. It never even crossed my mind to not see you again.” He stepped into your space and placed his hands on your neck and face.

“Huh...you’re kind of strange you know that?”

“I’m sure I’ve been told that before. Probably will be again.” He smirked.

“It would be smart to not see me anymore. Make life for your manager a lot easier, so he doesn’t have to catch a story if Matt is stupid enough to leak the information.”

“He needs a little excitement in his life. I’m such a boring celebrity. He should be put to the test to see if he can handle a scandal.”

Your arms are now around his waist as he places a kiss on your forehead. “You know you called me your girlfriend earlier.”

“Caught that did you?”

“Were you trying to be subtle?” A grin on your face.

“I learn from the best, or worse in this case.” You slap him on the chest but end up hurting your hand instead, which just makes him laugh, but he kisses your hurt palm anyway. He grows quiet for a moment, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand gently. “Even though you were thinking of something else, did you still want to come to my place? Until you can get the locks changed at least?”

You’re chewing on your lip again and look at your feet. “While I would feel more comfortable not being here until that happens, that’s an insane step to offer. You barely know me. You can’t possibly be comfortable with this.”

“But you would be, right?” You shrug, not looking up. “We’ve known each other the same amount of time, why do you get to be comfortable letting me into here but I can’t be comfortable letting you into my home?”

That has you glancing up, eyes narrowed in a very ‘really? It’s very obvious why I would be more comfortable.’ look.

“Hey I could be a bad person and I just interview well.” He counters, which makes you giggle snort.

“Are you sure? Like 100%, die on this hill sure?”

“Having to ask that many times makes me less sure....” He laughs. “Yes, go pack a bag. You can call the landlord to get a locksmith out here from my place.”

“She actually lives on the first floor. We can stop by on the way through if she’s home. I think it would be easier if I explained the situation in person.”

He nods and you move into the bedroom to pack a bag. Making sure to pack clothes for the next day and some pjs, along with your toiletry. When you come out, you see Chris has grabbed a few of Popcorn’s toys and treats and is currently looking through the cabinets for his food.

He holds up Popcorns bowl. “Are you out?”

“No, he’s just a spoiled little shit that now will only eat the refrigerated food. The bag’s in there.”

Pulling the little plastic bag from the fridge, he puts that in the bag with the toys and treats. “I think I’ve got him all set, what about you?”

“Thanks and yeah I’m good.” You smile and suddenly get nervous. It didn’t actually hit you to what you were agreeing to until right now. Yes it seemed necessary, your ex invading you space and then raging over Chris being there, not a safe situation if he came back, but this was going to his house. If he deemed you crazy, you would know where he lives. It was a much bigger step than a phone number that he could change at any moment. This was a trust you’re not sure you deserve.

The dogs get their leashes back on and you tote the bag with Popcorns items, and Chris took your bag, while he grabs your hand with the other. You get down to your landlady’s apartment and knock on her door. A dog barking and a muffled “Shhhh” on the other side, let you know she’s home.

“Hey Ms. Daniels. I’m sorry to bother you, but I need something done on my apartment.”

Her smile is pleasant and she looks from you to Chris, who is standing a few paces behind. She was familiar with the situation with your ex and was sympathetic. “Sure, did something happen?”

“We got in and found Matt in the apartment. He apparently didn’t give back all the keys. Is there anyway we could get a locksmith out here and change them? He said it was the only copy he had left, but he said the same thing before.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem. Your name is on the lease too so I just need one of you to sign the work order. I’m assuming you’re not staying there at the moment.” She asked, eyeing the duffel and leashes in Chris’ hand.

“No I’m staying with…” You glance behind you. “A friend.”

“Alright dear, I’ll text you when it’s done. Let me go get one of the order forms for you to sign.”

Once the paperwork was done, you thanked Ms. Daniels again and headed out to walk to Chris’ apartment.

“I’m sorry again, this wasn’t how I was expecting our night to go.”

“You can stop apologizing.” Chris squeezed your hand in his as he said it. “You didn’t do anything wrong, and it’s still early. We can make up for it.”

He tugs on your hand, stopping you in front of a building, a nice building, a very nice building. Even with it being only a few blocks away from your own apartment, you can see the difference in the neighborhood and the details in the building itself. It all screams expensive.

There is an actual doorman that opens the door for you and Chris. He even has the little hat and outfit that you had only seen in tv shows. Tipping his hat with a polite “Mr. Evans” and a smile to you, Chris says a quick hello before leading you to the elevator doors.

Once the doors are shut, and you are alone in the little box, you turn and fully face Chris.

“You have a doorman.” Your tone flat, almost accusing.

“Yeah….?”

“He has an outfit and a little doorman’s hat.”

“And?”

“I didn’t know those existed.”

“The doormen or the outfit?”

“The outfit, specifically the hat.”

The doors open to a short hallway, at the end of which is a single door. You look around and don’t see any other rooms or doors. Swallowing, you hold Popcorn closer, trying hard to not think about the fact he has a full floor to himself.

“Why the hat?” His question seems out of place now that he has gotten the door open and ushered you inside. Dodger running around, excited to be home. Taking a moment to get your bearings and to pet the insistent Dodger, you use the silly conversation to hide how awkward and uncomfortable you’re feeling. It’s hitting you again just how very much out of your league he is.

“It’s adorable. I think I want one.” You set Popcorn on the floor and remove the leash quickly. He’s starting to get annoyed with Dodger sniffing him and jumping around and you know he wants to go hide somewhere.

“Exactly when and where would you wear it?”

“I’m sure I can come up with an eclectic outfit to pair it with. Or better idea! You come in from a long day of shooting and I’m just standing around in a set of lingerie and the hat. Sexy right?” You giggle and turn back to him to see him frozen at the door. Crap you went too far.

He shakes himself a bit before he answers. “How about no to the hat. Although the other, you are more than welcome to do any time.” A hand smacks your ass as he goes past you, further into the living room, earning a yelp and a groan from you, your whole body growing hot. You shouldn't have started it, because now you didn’t know how you were going to survive a night at his place.

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Antithesis (4): “these are a few of my favorite things”

Summary: For their Junior project, Roman is unceremoniously paired with Dmitri.

He’s hardly interacted with the guy, a strange occurrence since Virgil has had a weird/unexplained hate-hate relationship with him since middle-school. But it isn’t like he’s complaining. Dmitri’s cute, he compliments Roman, and damn can he paint.So Roman may or may not catch feelings, and he may not be wiling to uncatch them anytime soon.

–Dmitri returns the sentiment.

[General Warnings:] Misgendering, Past Misgendering, Past Bullying, Mild Sexual Content,  implied emotional abuse, Cursing[Tags/mood:] highschool au, project troupe, fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men[Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters] Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana)

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Rem: im sorry patton but no, absolutely not, unfriended, blocked, deleted

Patton: :( But I’m right tho

Rem: the day i accept that is the day i wilingingly give up my crop tops for a sensible polo shirts, cargo shorts, boat shoes, and white socks

Ro: patton hon is he being mean? do i need to get rid of him?

Rem: IVE KNOWN YOU LONGER, SINCE WE WERE BUT BABS , I SHOULD BE HIGHER ON THAT PRIORITY LIST BUCKO

Rem: plus you wont be all knight in shining armor once you find out patton thinks flordia is apart of the south (™)

Ro: …..

Ro: patton you’re blocked.

Patt: D:

V: sorry im never anti patton, you fake friend

V:I mean he’s not technically wrong?

V: the redneck culture does exist here, we have relatively similar dialects, similar weather

Patt: !!!!

Ro: patt the day i actually block you is the day the moon does like it does in umbrella academy, but v you’re on thin fucking ice

V: bitch i broke the ice years ago, you only unblocked me cause mom told you to

Rem: spOILERS

Ro: shhhh

Ro: and the GRACE PERIOD WAS OVER LAST YEAR YOU OLD MAN

Rem: I TAKE MY TIME OK

Ro: excuses excuses

V: so im assuming i won this arguement for patt right?

Ro: no. and like legit v that only applies to like,,,,parts of flordia,,,the northern part mainly but like only parts

Ro: flordia might be similar but like,,,,it's historically, culturally, geographically, and politically different then other states that are called southern states,,, t

Ro: just asked a southern boy bout it he said, “fuck no, it's a spanish colony,”

V:what about Texas huH

Ro: Texas was a whole ass country at one point, texas still acts like it’s a country, Texas is whatever Texas wants to be

V: I wish I could annex myself from this class work

Lo: God, mood.

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“Oh, I could kiss you,” Roman said, as soon as Dmitri turned around to hand him the icecream cone. The stand was small, the old lady running it, giving them a cheerful goodbye.

When Dmitri said the museum wasn’t stuffy, it was quite literally outside. Seashell decorated pathways stretched and weaved through elaborate gardens.

Everywhere was a sight to behold, from the blossom of flowers dripping every color imaginable to trees that might as well have been sprawling giants, often dipping into the path way in a tangled, ivies creeping up it's weathered branches. In the midsts of it all, sculptures were effortlessly woven into the park, abstract student projects and places of memory creating almost a cohesive story amongst the beautiful chaos.

“Dee, when I said take me anywhere,” Roman licked his ice cream greedily, “I thought we’d go to like a starbucks- not a park more attractive than anyone I’ve ever seen.”

“So the way to your heart is food and pretty things?” Dmitri smiled.

“You bet your ass it is,” Roman said, leading them down a trail with less people, “My first crush was on this dude who gave me a seashell, I went home and told Momma and Mom I wanted marriage.”

Dmitri sipped his own water, “Do you still have it?”

“Of course, it was a gift, ” Roman hummed, “‘Bout cried when I got it,” He looked up to see Dmitri staring at him, “What? Do I have something on my face?”

Dmitri didn’t look away, “No, you just don’t have the right to be so fuckin’ adorable.” He said as if fact.

“How is me being a a hoarding goblin adorable?” Roman said, suddenly very conscious that he did not in fact want Dmitri to stop looking at him, but also very much aware that he might combust if Dmitri didn’t stop.

“Huh, are you embarrassed again?” Dmitri laughed, voice pleasant. “My aunt never keeps anything I gave her, it’s nice that you do...” He explained.

“Oh.”

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<3BestofMoms<3: Ro, do we need anything at the store?

R: v sent a list through notes this morning

<3BestofMoms<3: Okay, found it, thanks <3

R: np <3

<3BestofMoms<3: Are you going to be back for dinner or is that boy gunna be hogging you all day? I'm not quite sure he has earned the gift that is all day roman time

R:mommmm

<3BestofMoms<3: :)

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As the sun stretched across the sky, the two had wandered into the more shadowed parts of the park. Roman’s initial giddiness slipping in a more lethargic satisfaction as he explored as much as he could, Dmitri’s eagerness to show him around and introduce him to the park’s employees hardly faltering.

Dmitri glanced at the time, “You ready to head back?”

Roman was crouched, admiring the tiny statues of walking fish, “No, I want to live here,” he said, “But why? Does she need you to do something?” He fumbled with the buttons of his shirt as he stood up, because dammit, clothes are hard and the sun is hot, okay?

“No, she thinks I’m studying for a class I told her I dropped, ” He said, “You just seem tired.”

“I am no--” Roman scrunched his nose, “The fuck, Dmitri, I am tired.” he narrowed his eyes, “How did you know that, I didn’t even know that.”

Dmtir made a show of looking Roman up and down, “I just knew,” He did not elaborate, and Roman made a sound that was vaguely alarmed in nature.

“V was right, you’re the worst, won’t even teach me your fancy magic tricks,” Roman grumbled, taking Dmitri's hand, and tucking himself under their arm.

“Somebody's grumpy, you sure you don’t want me to take you home?”

“I’m sure,” Roman, swayed a bit, “We don’t even need to stay here...”

He sighed, “I don’t know you seem pretty….”

“Dm-itri,” Roman murmured slow, with a half smile, and Dmitri’s mouth dried.

“Roman…”

“Please?”

“You’re practically falling over yourself,” Dmitri said, “You know we can always come back?”

Roman’s eyes perked up at that, “It's a date.” he said, and Dmitri couldn’t stop himself from flushing and looking away. 

He liked that a bit too much.

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