#suddenly overwhelmed with love for the colour pink

[yamtaroh]

LOVE the colour pink

me when a character has a pink colour palette: 💞💞💞

[makismei]

❝ ALL YOU EVER WANTED FROM ME WAS SWEET NOTHING!

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ geto x f!reader

cw: fwb to lovers, college!au suggestive content, modern! au, fluff, minor angst, MEN YEARNING, failing out of college, reader needs academic validation to live apparently

synopsis: he’ll love you, just as you are— even if you’re too soft for the world, he’ll gladly be your shield

suguru’s in love with you. it’s no secret.

as you lay on his chest, sweat slicked skin on skin, suguru wishes this pre arranged arrangement was more— he wishes you’d let him in, so he could love you more.

he tries, really. he wants to know you. anything about you.

at this point, he knows your body like the back of his hand. but your favourite colour? no idea. he would guess pink, but that’s only because you own a lot of pink tops.

you like sweets. recently, you’ve garnered a fascination for mochi donuts.

but all this information has come from his observant nature— you’ve never opened up to him, except for that one time, when you cried in his arms, seeking connection, another person’s warmth.

that was also the day you became friends with benefits.

whenever he tries to conduct a mini interview on you, you shut him out, telling him he doesn’t need to know those things.

he knows that you know he loves you.

he’s said it one too many times, when he’s most vulnerable, buried in you. but not once has he heard it back.

but it’s okay. he has a feeling that you’re starting to fall in love with him too.

you’ve started telling him about your day, as well as extremely vague plans for the next. suguru know he’s grasping at air, but he swears he can feel it in his hands.

“can we try?” he whispers, uncertain. to tell you the truth— suguru, as suave and handsome and perfect as he is, isn’t immune to insecurity. girls throw themselves at his feet, but he couldn’t care less because they’re not you.

you sit up. your warmth leaving him shatters his heart.

his room, air humid with sweat and sex, suddenly feels icy. but he gazes longingly at your back, at the scars on your elbows that probably have stories behind them— stories he craves so desperately to know.

“what’s so bad about it?” he continues, “is it me?”

“don’t ask stupid questions,” you retort. but he hears a shaky breath leave your lips, quiet cries filling the room.

he sits up, hand on your back. “look at me.”

he’s got you.

you shake your head, mindlessly bringing a finger to your lips, picking at the dead skin— a nervous tick.

“don’t do that,” suguru says, fingers cupping your jaw, gently turning your head so he can see your face. his thumb runs along your poor bottom lip, catching blood on his finger.

“i get overwhelmed easily,” you mutter, eyes glancing down in shame, “i shut people out when i feel too vulnerable and i’m mean.”

he huffs a laugh, thumb brushing against your cheekbone. “you’re protecting yourself and that’s okay.”

“i’m a shut-in, i don’t like leaving the house and i’m not romantic at all.” you continue and he nods, gaze never faltering.

“you like shoujo anime. especially the episodes with trips or big events.” he whispers, watching you pout. how cute, he thinks, like a petulant child who just wants to be noticed.

a tear streams down your cheek, wetting his thumb as he tries to wipe them away, but it’s like rainfall, so he lets you feel it out.

“i failed out of college,” you voice breaks, “the only thing i was supposed to be good at.”

you’re sobbing, head down in shame and suguru just pulls you into his arms. he rubs a hand soothingly up and down your back, heart absolutely shattering at the sounds of your cries.

“your failures don’t define you,” he mutters, “you’re still smart, capable and hard working. that doesn’t change.”

you pull away, staring him in the face and suguru thinks you’re so beautiful, so vulnerable in a way he hasn’t seen before.

“how do you know?” you sniffle, “you don’t know anything about me.”

he smiles, nodding. suguru wipes your tears, “i wonder why.”

you click your tongue, mustering a glare that holds absolutely no malice. he breathes a quiet laugh, “you’d bend over backwards for your so-called friends, even though none of them realize what you’re going through right now.”

“i don’t want them to know.” you refute.

“i bet you didn’t want me to know either,” he chastises, but it’s soft and his hands are so warm. “but i know now, because you’re important to me. i don’t want you to go through it all alone.”

you’re still glaring, but the crease between your brows have softened. “do you have a saviour complex?”

he shakes his head, “just a thing for damsels in distress, i guess.”

you pinch his arm. he takes your hand and it brings it to his lips. you feel warmth flood your body, but you don��t know if you deserve it.

“what if this ends up being the worst decision you’ll ever make?” you whisper and it’s the first time he’s heard you sound so insecure.

suguru cups your face in his hands, long black hair framing his face. his hair is so long that it tickles your skin, what would your parents say, when you bring home a guy with hair this long?

you can’t find it in you to care, because you know this guy loves you wholeheartedly. you don’t even know what you did to deserve it.

“it won’t be.” and it’s resolute, “haven’t i told you enough? that i love you?”

you nod slowly, tears finally drying.

he leans in, lips brushing against yours. “i’ll put in the work to make you believe me, to trust me.”

you laugh, “you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

you realize here and now, that out of everyone in your life so far, suguru is the only one who doesn’t ask anything of you. he just loves you and it feels unbelievable.

suguru laughs, his forehead touching yours. “i should be telling you that.”

manga panel from my love story with yamada-kun at lv999 ^.^

[gtgbabie0]

-Finnick Odair x reader

{Finnick says those three special words}

He’s so boyfriend! 💕 enjoy my lovelies

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The sun is setting, casting hues of pink and orange that shimmer along the ocean water. It’s a mesmerising sight that you can’t seem to stop looking at, despite the fact that you and Finnick come to this beach almost everyday.

He watches you with a soft smile, his heart hammering inside his chest at the way the afternoon sun kisses your skin making you glow in the most prettiest of ways. His eyes take in the shape of your lips and the curve of your nose. He’d study you for hours upon hours if you’d let him.

“You’re staring” You smile, turning your head to the side to look at him. His face reddens slightly with embarrassment, trying to cover it up with a smirk.

“I’m just enjoying the view” He replies with a playful wink, chuckling at the way you roll your eyes.

The sea ripples at your ankles as you dig your fingers through the sand looking for seashells. You have a small collection consisting of only three shells; one for the time you and Finnick went on your real first date, another for the day he got reaped and one for when he came back from winning his games.

All of them are different shapes, colours and sizes sitting neatly on your bedside table. They were the only things that got you through the days where he was gone, the memories of him live through the groves of the shells and the sound of the sea that’s trapped within them.

“This one… this one is perfect” You tell him holding up the small shell. It’s chipped slightly at the top but besides from that, it’s in great shape. You hold the shell up to his eyes nodding your head softly.

Finnick frowns ever so slightly, eyebrows pulled together in confusion as he watches you press the seashell up to the side of his face. “What are you doing?” He chuckles softly looking over at your hand.

“It matches your eye colour” You whisper as you study the different shades of greens and blues, how some are darker and lighter in areas and how they come together to mimic his eyes.

Finnick thinks you might’ve just broken him, the teasing words die on his tongue and suddenly he’s finding it hard to breathe.

“You’re gonna add it to your collection?” He grins softly as you nod, making a comment about how you’re gonna start a shrine dedicated to him and he doesn’t bother hiding the blush that dusts his cheeks.

He does the same thing, his eyes glancing up to yours and then to the sandy floor in search of a seashell. He picks up one, then another and holds them up to your eyes, his warm hand grazing against your cheek as he does so.

“You’re so beautiful” He whispers, taking notice of how the sunlight hits your eyes. You tilt your chin down to your chest as a breathless giggle falls from your lips and Finnick wastes no time in holding your jaw gently, making you look up at him.

“Why’re you shying away from me honey?” He smirks and you curse him silently because he knows damn well what he’s doing to you, especially when his thumb begins to soothe against your cheek and the space just under your eye.

“I’m not shying away” You breathe glancing down at the seashells that lay in his palm. “Have you found a match yet?” You ask before he can continue with his teasing.

Finnick looks down at the shells with a smile. “Hmm?… oh yeah, this one” He says as he hands you the seashell that matches your eye colour, it twists into a cone and the end is chipped off.

They both sit in the palm of your hand, one that resembles his and one that resembles yours, and there’s something about it that melts him, the thought that no matter what happens you’ll always have a reminder of him.

“I’m gonna add them to my collection” You smile as his eyes meet yours, full of love, an overwhelming feeling that bleeds into his chest and he just can’t seem to get enough of.

The words fall so effortlessly from his lips and he doesn’t hide away from them. “I love you” It’s such a simple declaration but the way he says it takes you back. His tone is soft but passionate, dripping with affection. A soft gasp escapes you as the words linger in the air.

Before Finnick can even begin to question himself you’re already wrapping your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. “I love you too Finn” You whisper against his neck, the smell of sea salt lingers in his hair.

It’s all he’s ever wanted and more, stored in those special words and now he’s said it once he’s never going to stop. He rests his forehead against yours, his hand against your cheek as he kisses you softly, noses bumping against each other’s slightly.

“I love you so much” He says once more, against your lips with a smile. You whisper the words back in between sweet kisses that soon taper off, breaking slowly as the pair of you smile uncontrollably. He glances down at the shells in your hand, the same ones that’ll sit on your bedside table for years to come.

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[alwaysanundertone]

Day 4: wax play | rosekiller

smut

TW: piv, wax play, multiple orgasms, handcuffs, oral fem receiving

“Hey Gremlin!” You rolled your eyes as Barty made his entrance in your dorm room, Evan trailing behind him.

“You know, I don’t understand why you can’t use some cute nicknames like every other boyfriend”

“Oh, stop complaining, we got you a present” This sparked your attention. You turned on your chair, facing them.

“You’re such a little minx, only paying us attention when we get you presents. Such a spoiled brat”

You stuck your tongue out at Evan. “Stop acting like a little bitch and give me my present, please?” You made puppy eyes at Evan, who handed you the bag.

“You have such an attitude for being so little”

You chose to ignore the blonde guy, reaching inside the bag, and blushing immediately when you saw what it contained, your boyfriends exchanging a devilish smirk.

You held two pairs of pink handcuffs in one hand and a candle in the other, your eyes widened at the sight. “Already loosing your attitude? Thought it would take a little bit more effort” It wasn’t that you were scared about was coming, but more about the fact that you didn’t have a clue about what they had in mind.

“What is the candle for?” They both smirked, Evan reached for your cheek, caressing it softly.

“It’s not a regular candle, baby, it’s a special one. You see, if you were to touch the wax, you’d feel the sting, but you wouldn’t have any medical repercussions, no risk of getting burned or developing infections.”

Suddenly you understood well what was about to come, and the prospect scared you as much as it excited you. The sex between you three had always been rougher than the average vanilla couple, but they didn’t try anything this kinky until now.

“What do you say, baby, do you want to try?” You hummed slightly, still not totally convinced. “If you don’t want to it’s fine, we can do other fun things, you know?”

You shook your head. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just… What if the pain gets overwhelming? Like, how can you tell if I’m just playing the part or if I’m really hurt and I want it to stop?”

Barty took your hand into his, kissing your fingertips.  “Love, we were about to say that if we’re trying this, we have to set a safe word” You looked at him confused. “Basically, we’re going to establish a word that you’re going to use only if it gets too much and you want to take a break or stop altogether. You have to choose one and tell us” Now that they were putting it like this, you didn’t have any reason to stop this.

“Okay, I want to try it. I think my safeword could be ‘mango’”

“Perfect love. Now, lay back” You did as you were told, both securing one of your wrists to the bedpost, the fuzzy material tickling the skin of your wrist. Evan placed a soft kiss on your lips, the contact alone making your head spin with need, while Barty started teasing you through your already wet panties.

You saw Evan reaching inside of his pocket for his lighter, his black-coloured thumb lighting it up, the motion somehow sexy. Once the candle was lit, you prepared yourself for the wax, but it didn’t come. Instead, Barty teared apart your panties, sucking your clit gently, making you gasp.

Meanwhile, Evan had started playing with your nipples, pinching them softly, eliciting soft moans from you. It was only when you were already lost in pleasure that you felt the first drop of wax on your flat stomach, you felt your brain short-circuiting, the sharp pain mixed with the intense pleasure made a quite pleasuring combo, you moaned slightly.

“Pass me the candle, Barty” As your pussy was still under attack, Evan poured some drops on the skin of your breasts, making you shiver in both pain and pleasure. You felt Barty’s finger probing your entrance, as he dragged it painfully slow, still sucking in a rapid rhythm your clit.

When Barty curled his finger, caressing your G-spot, you couldn’t help but cum all over his face and fingers. “Already coming for us, pet? You’re being so good for us, such a good girl” You moaned at Barty’s praise. “She tastes so sweet, Evan, come taste her.” And just like that, the two guys were making out just above your head, while they let wax drip in the valley between your breasts, making you whimper slightly.

“How are you feeling, doll?” As you were about to respond, Crouch let some was  “accidentally” drip on your mound, making you scream. At this point you couldn’t tell anymore if the sensation was pleasurable or painful. “Words, doll, or we won’t understand”

He kept letting wax drip on your skin, as you force a flebile “good”. Even though you pretended to hate it, you secretly loved when they were acting a little bit sadistic, their faux compassion making you feel helpless. You saw Evan putting on a condom, and after a few seconds he entered you harshly, making you gasp. “Sorry love, you just look so sexy like this.” Barty kept dripping wax on your body, now following a specific pattern you couldn’t make out.

You felt your head being shifted to lay on the blonde’s shoulders, while he picked up a relentless rhythm, his thumb pressing down on your clit, eliciting a few moans from you.

Barty leaned down, kissing your lips softly, then making the wax drip directly on your nipples, his mouth muffling your screams. He tasted like mint and tobacco, the mix always making your head spin.

When he started playing with your nipples you knew you were gone for good. “I’m- Oh my god, Evan, fucking hell” He found that special spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back in your head. “Going to come”

You did, milking his cock, his orgasm following right after yours while Barty released himself all over your tits.

Still blissed out, you felt a flash on your skin, making you open your eyes. You frowned, propping yourself up on your elbows to look down at your belly: right on your stomach there was a big “E + B” written in purple was, Barty’s cum covering your breasts right above it.

“Gonna make this my wallpaper AND lockscreen”

“Motherfucker, that was MY idea first”

You decided to not interfere in their bickering, your orgasm lulling you into a deep, peaceful sleep, knowing that they were going to clean you up.

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[riordanness]

bad blood — [p.jackson]

pairing: percy jackson x reader

word count: 1.0K

warnings: mentions of period pains and other symptoms, etc. reader is a swiftie

There’s a knock on my cabin door, and I let out a soft groan, then call out, “Come in!”

Percy, my bestest friend in the world, sticks his messy head in. “Hey.”

“Hey, Percy,” I say softly. I’m curled up in a cocoon of blankets, pain written all over my face.

Percy studies me. “I was worried when you didn’t show up for archery. I heard from Chiron you’re skipping classes today cause you got your…” He winces slightly. “Shark thing.”

I manage a laugh. “Shark thing? You mean, shark week?”

“Yeah.” Percy shrugs. “Probably that.” He pushes the door slightly wider. “Can I come in?”

I nod. “Yeah, course.”

As he quietly shuts the door behind him and steps over to sit on the edge of my bed, I explain. “It’s not usually this bad.”

Percy nods. “Are you in pain?” His usual joking manner has softened.

“Mhm.”

He looks hesitant, and I can see in his eyes he’s trying to come up with a way to lighten my mood, to crack a joke to make me smile. “So,” he starts, “is this what that Taylor Swift song is about?”

“What?” I laugh, not because it’s funny, but because it’s so unexpected and I’m absolutely confused.

“Bad Blood, right?”

I laugh for real this time, and Percy allows himself a cheeky, triumphant smile.

“Percy, that is not what that song is about. It’s about—“ I sit up slightly and cough suddenly, then groan at the uncomfortable feeling that follows. “It’s about falling out with someone.”

“I know,” he teases, poking me on the nose playfully. “I do know some stuff about Taylor Swift, you know. Especially the 1989 album.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Oh you do, do you?”

“Yeah, of course.” He shrugs. “You never shut up about her.”

I roll my eyes, but I can’t exactly argue with that. He isn’t wrong. Secretly, though, I’m overwhelmed by the fact that he actually knows anything about Taylor, which he probably only remembers because he wants to know, for me. My heart swells and I sit up and hug him tightly.

Percy is surprised, but after a moment wraps his arms around me. “What’s this for?” he asks with a chuckle.

“Just wanted to,” I say, my voice a little muffled by his shoulder. His dark blue hoodie smells like sea salt and that sawdust from the sword fighting arena.

“Okay.” His grip on me tightens, and he doesn’t let go even a little until I pull away and lay back down.

Percy studies me for a moment. “What do you need?”

I try for a nonchalant shrug, fighting back a groan of annoyed pain. My head throbs in my temples, my lower back aches and my cramps are horrendously bad right now. I probably need to get up and duck into the bathroom again, but I’m so, so tired.

“What will help?” Percy presses. “I don’t know much about this, but I wanna help.”

I manage a smile at him. He’s the sweetest thing in the world, and he has no idea. No idea how much I love him.

“Chocolate sometimes helps if it’s dark,” I say. “But I don’t need that. I just need to sleep, I think.”

“Chocolate, okay.” Percy reaches over and gently rubs his hand up and down my arm soothingly.

“Actually, could you do me a favour?”

“Anything.”

I gesture to the sea green coloured heat pack on my bedside table. “I need to run that up to the Big House and microwave it, but—“

Percy is on his feet in an instant. “I’ll be right back.” He scoops up the heat pack and darts out the door.

He’s back surprisingly fast. But he doesn’t only bring the heat pack back with him. In his hands is a small

plastic bag, the kind you get from the camp store when you buy things.

Percy sits back on the edge of the bed. “Here.” He hands me the warmed up pack, and I immediately place it on my lower stomach.

“Thank you, Perce,” I say weakly.

Percy grins, then digs around in his plastic bag. “And…” He pulls out a block of dark raspberry chocolate. “I didn’t want to get the plain dark, I thought that would be boring. So I got the one with pink in it, cause you like pink.”

My eyes are probably shining as I gaze at him, in awe of this boy. Doesn’t he have even a clue of how amazing he is?

“And this.” Percy isn’t done. He hands me a can of Coke, and a bag of my favourite chips. “Cause snacks.”

“Cause snacks?” I repeat, a quote I use often as a stupid excuse for things.

“Cause snacks,” he echoes, that grin plastered back onto his face.

“Percy?”

“Yeah, princess? What’s up?”

“You’re amazing.”

“Nah.” He laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he stares down at me. “I’m nothing special.”

“Yes, you are,” I insist, reaching over and grabbing his hand to squeeze it. “Genuinely, you are. You’re my best friend and… this means a lot.”

Percy half smiles, and shrugs. He twists his hand in mine so our palms are touching, then laces his fingers through mine. The pads of my fingers fit perfectly in the grooves of his knuckles. “Of course, princess. I’d do anything for you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah.” I smile. “And right back at you, okay?”

“Okay.” Percy leans over, and presses a warm kiss to my forehead. “Get some rest, okay? When you wake up, I’ll convince Chiron to let us borrow that anti-monster not-really-a-device projector thing he has stashed and we'll watch a movie.”

I laugh. “Okay.”

And as I drift off with my hand still in his, I know it deep in my heart: I love this boy.

[persephone411]

Hi darlin

If youre open to it I have a request

Going lingerie shopping with John(I read the John wick lingerie freferences and it was amazing) I’m giving you complete freedom what happens there🎀

I wish you well

First of all, thank you for the request (it’s actually the first one I’ve ever received 😂) I hope you like it, it actually became a lot longer than originally planned but well… I suddenly felt very motivated

Lingerie Shopping with John Wick

-it happend while you were spending a day at a mall, mostly just window shopping. You were walking hand in hand while John also had a bag full of new books for both of you

-Originally when you saw the store, you wanted just to quicky buy some new panties, because John had managed to rip another pair of yours (which also happened to be one of your favourites)

-you were surprised when he followed you into the store, none of your exes would have done that (they would have just stood outside the store while being on their phone, looking awkward)

-but not John. He walked without any shame, handsome and majestic as always behind you.

-“It’s fine John, you can wait outside, it will only take a few minutes”

-“but I wanna come with you. I ripped the panties, I replace them”

-you shake your head in disbelief, but at the same time couldn’t hide your smile as you see your boyfriend, dressed in dark jeans and a black Henley shirt walk through the pink and white store.

-because it was already late, the store was nearly empty, with only two two saleswomen gossiping at the checkout.

-so you took your time looking through all the different designs and cuts.

-as you turn around to search for John you saw him in the section with the delicate, more expensive lingerie.

-He was staring at a gorgeous night blue set with golden details, including a garter belt. You didn’t wanna even know the price of it.

-“found something you like darling ?He asked as he noticed your gaze.

-“still looking, any specific wishes ?” You asked teasingly

-“I love everything you feel confident in”

-after a bit you found a few pairs you liked, now debating if you should get the bras too.

-“Here, try this” John gave you a bunch of cloth hangers, full of lace and satin.

-a bit overwhelmed to took everything and walked towards the changing rooms while John grabbed the bras you were debating if you should get them and followed you.

-As you looked through John’s selection you smirked. Yes, he definitely had preferences.

-All the things he picked out for you were classy and elegant, no bright, corny, colours, no cheap looking designs or fabrics.

-While trying on the bras, You wondered briefly how he knew your exact size.

-But he was John wick, of course he knew everything about his girlfriend, including her bra and panty size.

-After the first bra, John asked if he could come inside the changing room.

-his eyes widened as he saw you (and you wore the most simple set out of all. Matching bra and panties in a nice dark green)

-“you look gorgeous Angel” he whispered as we wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

-you giggled and ushered him out of the changing room so you could try all the other sets he had brought you

-As you tried on all the different sets, you made sure to let him not see all of them

-He loved spoiling you, and you loved surprising him

-In the end you left the changing room with four new bras plus matching panties, a new pyjama set and a bunch of other panties.

-As you walked to the checkout, you didn’t even try to argue with John about splitting the payment, you knew he wouldn’t allow you to pay for them

-As he pulled out his card, your gaze wandered over to the night blue set had had his eyes on earlier. It was truly gorgeous and luckily Johns birthday wasn’t that far away.

-while he paid, chatting with the saleswomen, you quickly ordered the set online, knowing that it would arrive just in time for his birthday.

-,,Let’s go home darling” he whispered In your ear and you smirked as you felt his errection against your butt.

-you nod and take his hand, leading him out of the store.

-As you reach his mustang, he pulled you against him, kissing you softly

-“how about we I get us some nice wine on the way home for later ?”

[iceman-soup]

request!

sorry if you've done this already, but what would Ghost and Soap's first leave together look like? could be sfw or nsfw, everything is up to you

yes yes yesss this is sfw because my descriptive brain took over, also autistic ghost supremacy 🫶🫶

ghost x soap

Simon wasn't ready to meet Johnny's family yet. Hell, they'd only been dating five or so months before deciding to stick with each other on leave, and by that point it was far too stressful and overwhelming to think about meeting a whole bunch of new people to mask around and make good impressions. Ghost needed the time off to re-regulate, and honestly, Soap wasn't up to introducing a boyfriend he had barely warned his mother about beforehand.

So instead the two taxi'd over to Manchester from the airport, arriving at a tiny, cheap flat with even cheaper security cameras dotted on each outside wall and above the front door. "Enough of a deterrent, even if half don't work," explains Simon, seeing Johnny looking around curiously. He unlocks the door and pushes it open an inch, baited breath for a couple of moments as he appears to listen for anything unusual, before opening the door properly, flicking on the warm overhead lights and pulling Soap in by the hand, who gazes at the inside of his flat whilst Ghost locks the door again.

"Dinnae take you for an interior designer, Lt," John grins, glancing at the taller man before going back to admiring the space. It's dusty, sure, but otherwise not quite as awful as expected, and although cramped, holds a feeling of comfort and rest. The two are standing in the kitchen, cupboards naked oak wood and counters hand-painted daffodil yellow, the honey-coloured floor tiles chipped but superglued back together. The image of Si sitting cross-legged on the ground fixing them fills Soap's mind, his heart fluttering at how domestic his lieutenant suddenly seems.

There isn't a wall between the kitchen and living room, and Johnny takes that opportunity to wonder straight through, taking note of a comfy-looking secondhand sofa to cuddle up on together later. An old TV with a jumble of cables is stood upon a coffee table, which simultaneously doubles as an actual coffee table, evident by a few mismatched coasters with just as many water marks as the surface they're supposed to be protecting. Splintering wood in the tried-to-be-aesthetic bare floorboards are covered by a granny rug which contrasts the baby blue walls surprisingly well. Two doors lead off from the living room, and Ghost walks over to the first one, opening it to show the other.

"Bathroom," he comments as if it isn't obvious. There's nothing extraordinary about it, but Soap does notice his unwavering loyalty here and on base to his very specific shower products - of course. He nods and they move on, entering the fourth room. Si hovers at the doorway whilst Johnny wanders inside, taking in the bedroom.

Most of the space is taken up by a double bed pressed up in the far corner, white paint on the metal frame missing in spots, showing its age. The bedding is black with little bone prints patterning it, soft cotton and all matching. Shoved next to the bed is a chest of drawers, one of the handles missing and replaced with a nail bashed into the wood. Hung up precariously on the picture rail over it is Simon's formal uniform - clearly unused for years due to his skilful avoidance of social events. Again, the floor is stripped of carpet (the bedroom in slightly safer condition than in the living room) and the walls are painted, this time a pale pink and dotted with glow-in-the-dark plastic stars.

"Never got them as a kid," Ghost mutters, gesturing to the stars and then the general soft colours of his flat. He shuffles awkwardly on his feet, avoiding eye contact - and subsequently his boyfriend's loving smile too. "You want something to eat? I don't have anything," he adds quickly.

"We can go doon to the chippy?" John suggests, walking over to kiss him tenderly. "Or if you don't feel like seein' people, I could order us something." The taller man nods at the second option, then proceeds to wrap his arms around Soap's waist, burying his face into the crook of his neck and pressing his lips to the skin, simply savouring his warm embrace.

"I love you, Johnny. I'm happy you're here."

The next few days go by far too quick for either's liking. They're spent with long mornings just laying in bed, doing fuck all on their phones in the oddest cuddle positions known; alternatively, smothering each other in hugs and kisses until they have to give them attention until they're satisfied. Time is spent plodding around the flat, wearing pyjama trousers and fluffy socks and with blankets draped over their bare shoulders.

Meals are cooked with very little skill but a whole lot of try, so at least that's something. Neither go out much; just to the shops when they need something or one night to get fish and chips from the good place across the street. They eat sitting on the countertop or the sofa, watching some shitshow with a laugh track that winds Simon up.

Evenings involve making out during conversation, quietly murmuring and laughing between kisses, chests pressed together so their hearts can talk directly. Ghost realises he's never felt so safe and content on leave before this one night when they're lying in bed, a dim lamp the only light in the room as he runs his fingers through Soap's hair, now slightly curly from growing out whilst not on base. It's quiet, but not in the lonely, terrifying way it usually is when he's alone in the flat, left to his own thoughts for however long between deployments.

Maybe, just maybe, leave will become something that he doesn't dread anymore. And perhaps next time - he thinks, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead and flicking off the lamp - it might be nice to meet Johnny's family.

[starlightsuffered]

My friend

Info - THIS IS ABOUT A FAT PERSON DONT GET IT TWISTED, oral (reader reviving), no gender mentioned, pussy having reader, best friends turned to lovers

Slow, slow movements, and prolonged eye contact. He spread my legs, and kissed my inner thighs. He trailed his fingers softly along the lightning bolts and rolling waves of stretch marks.

He blew subtly on my exposed heat. I was already glistening a bit. I breathed in and out heavily. The wide expanse of my skin was suddenly where Regulus buried his face. His curls tickles my rolls.

I felt more adored in that moment than I ever had with what were supposed to be more intimate acts. His lips had not touched my genitals, and his own member was not out, but he was practically in a worshipful stance.

“You are beauty incarnate,” he breathed.

This could be said of him as well. He was slightly tanned from practicing quidditch in the spring sun. His hair was long and extra wavy lately. His eyes burned into me and shown many different colours of gem stones. His sharp features were not cruel or unkind, but lovely and artful.

“Thank you,” I gulped.

I let myself reach out a hand. I began to caress his hollowed cheeks, and sharp jaw. He turned and nuzzled into my palm.

“Don’t leave, don’t leave, don’t leave,” I almost said the mantra playing in my head out loud. I almost wanted to grip his hair so he couldn’t. The man who had been strictly just my friend hours ago already felt like so, so much more.

“Can I start?” He asked. I nearly cried in relief. I bit my bottom lip, and nodded.

“Ohhh,” he blew out a breath. He almost looked nervous. It charmed me immediately.

“Y/n,” he sighed. He lowered his head. All the while he looked at me through dark eyelashes.

The delicious pink tongue was flattened and laps began on my swollen bundle. Stripe after stripe was administered to my clit. I was already arching into his mouth.

He sucked my left pussy lip into his mouth as he threw my legs over his shoulder. I was panting and feeling shock waves of pleasure overwhelming me.

“Regulus, Regulus,” I moaned. He buried his face deeper in my cunt.

“Y/n, y/n,” he responded to me.

“ trésor de mon monde,” he murmured before diving in again. Now he was really going for it. He was nearly growling with desperation. He buried in and waggled his head back and forth. He was humming into my cunt.

He was lapping as I writhed. I was moaning with abandon. He gulped down the juices I produced. Sucking, lapping, tracing, twirling, and slurping.

Then, he added his fingers inside me. He curled his long digits. He rhythmically pressed and tapped down on my spongey g spot. He was going to make me explode and I did.

Stars burst in my vision. I clamped my thighs around his head. Panting and and gasping and thanking him over and over again. I was dizzy with lust and need.

“Oh, please, oh Reg, my best friend!” I cried.

“I’m still your best friend?” He asked me as he raised his head. He was so pretty. His mouth was coated in my slick. His pupils were blown out and his hands still held me possessively.

“Always,” I reminded him.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming @lovelyrocker @therealbeabodoobee

[lesbicosmos]

day 6 of @palasakiweek !!

prompt: AU

summary: after an argument with charles and edwin, crystal decides to go for a walk and finds herself near the docks. she expects to sit alone on the rocks for a while. what she doesn't expect is to meet a troubled mermaid. or the case of the dandelion shrine and it's the same but niko's a mermaid so it's not

notes: i'm kinda annoyed this is late but i had exams so i haven't been able to focus on writing </3

also on ao3!

the way i love the ocean

Port Townsend was quite a sweet little town, Crystal thought as she wandered past the lighthouse gift shop. Well, it was if you ignored the witch kidnapping young girls and feeding them to the snake in her basement. And the peculiar half-cat-half-man living near the docks. Crystal had decided to go exploring a little – if that bracelet really did mean Edwin was stuck in town and they’d be sticking around for longer, she figured she should at least get to know the place.

It was serene and peaceful near the lighthouse. The gift shop made it seem like it should be a tourist spot, but there was barely anyone around, only the sound of waves hitting rocks and seagulls soaring overhead. She decided to sit for a while, and perched herself on the edge of one of the rocks, her feet dangling just above the water.

It was the most at peace she’d been since she could remember. For a moment, the salty air and the gentle sounds of the water made her forget all about her missing memories, about the demon trying desperately to get back inside her head, about how stressed her parents surely were about her whereabouts. For a moment, it was just her and the landscape.

That was, until something caught her eye. A few metres away from where she was sitting, a small area of the water appeared to be glowing a bright pink, and Crystal found herself unable to look away, transfixed by the mysterious sight. The lights seemed to dance, a few blurry shapes moving around like fish – but they couldn’t be fish – could they? Either way, it was captivating. Without even thinking, she leaned closer to them, trying desperately to look at them in more detail. She was dangerously close to falling into the water.

The lights suddenly intensified, and something breached the surface surrounded by those overwhelming colours – a girl. She was beautiful, her long dark hair flowing down over her shoulders as she floated, staring right at Crystal.

“Hi,” Crystal said softly, unable to control the smile on her face or the softening of her eyes. She was almost as transfixed by the girl’s face as she was by the strange lights.

Crystal felt an overwhelming desire to befriend this strange girl, to know her, to care for her.

“Hi,” the girl replied, in a voice as sweet as her appearance.

Then without warning, the girl ducked back under the water, and the light disappeared. Crystal snapped out of her trance, looking around her as if she’d imagined the girl altogether and had embarrassed herself in front of people talking to no one. But there was no one else there to judge her anyway.

“Hello?” she asked the water.

The water didn’t reply.

Eventually, Crystal gave up. Besides, it was getting cold, so she decided to return to the Tongue and Tail.

She left again the next day. She hadn’t intended to be out for long; she only wanted to make a point. The whole Edwin-is-stuck-in-town situation had put the three of them on edge, and with the way they kept talking about everything that was happening with David, Crystal just couldn’t handle being around them for long. She’d snapped at them, leaving the Tongue and Tail in a huff, cursing under her breath. She hoped Jenny hadn’t been too concerned.

Crystal walked aimlessly yet soon found herself near the lighthouse again, sitting on that same rock overlooking the water. It sparkled in the light of the setting sun, reflecting pinkish orange all around. It was beautiful, but she couldn’t help but think how much more beautiful those bright lights had been around the mysterious girl. She watched as the sun sank below the horizon, the sky growing darker. Just as she thought she should probably head back to Jenny’s, something – or someone – erupted from the water in front of her. Crystal gasped in shock, relaxing when she realised it was just the girl from yesterday, her dark hair flowing past her shoulders in the same satisfying way it had before. She appeared to be wearing the same bikini top from the day before, and Crystal couldn’t help but think she must be freezing in there at this time in February.

“Jesus…you made me jump.”

The girl just looked at her, smiling sweetly, and Crystal noticed the tiny reflections in her irises, like miniature stars sparkling in her dark eyes. The girl opened her mouth as if to say something but instead of words, a spew of strange rainbow goo erupted from her mouth, and she immediately lost consciousness. She sank below the surface.

Crystal panicked, immediately shedding her heavy purple coat and floral platform boots before diving into the water. She didn’t remember ever being a particularly strong swimmer but she couldn’t just leave this girl to drown.

The water was dark, and even darker at night. Crystal couldn’t see more than a few inches in front of her, so reached her arms out, flailing them around until she caught hold of a wrist and pulled the girl towards her. She was about to return to the surface when, upon holding her waist to hoist her upwards, she found scales there rather than smooth skin. She didn’t have time to think about it, dragging her upwards. She pushed her onto the rock she’d previously been sitting on, climbing out with her.

“Woah…” she said, upon spotting the girl’s pink fish tail.

She didn’t wake up, and for a moment Crystal panicked that she did the wrong thing, pulling her out of the water. What if she wasn’t waking up because she physically couldn’t breathe? Alarmed, Crystal reached up to her neck, expecting to find some form of gills there. There was nothing. From the waist up she seemed like a perfectly normal girl. And she did appear to be breathing, if shallowly. In that moment, Crystal decided she was going to stay there with her until she woke up.

“Crystal!” a familiar voice called out a while later.

“Charles?” Crystal replied, turning around to see him and Edwin walking down the steps towards her.

“There you are! God, we were getting worried-” Charles said, pausing upon spotting the girl in Crystal’s arms. “Who’s that?”

“I don’t know her name,” Crystal said. “She was just…she was here yesterday but she disappeared then she came back today, puked some weird rainbow goo then passed out. I grabbed her so she didn’t sink and then realised…yeah, that,” she pointed at the bright pink scales where the girl’s legs would be.

“How long has she been out of the water?” Edwin asked.

“A couple of hours.”

“Get her back in, quick,” he said, indicating with his hands urgently. “I’m sorry Crystal but you may have to hold her. Mermaid scales cannot dry out, they are the source of their magic.”

“Right, okay,” Crystal breathed.

She jumped back into the water, then turned around and gently pulled the mermaid in with her.

“Can you read her? We need to find the reason behind this strange illness that appears to have befallen her.”

“I can try.”

Crystal took a deep breath, taking one of the girl’s hands in her own. She closed her eyes, and second later they burst open again, her dark irises this time replaced with pure white.

What she saw made no sense. She couldn’t make much out, couldn’t comprehend what was happening, could barely even keep looking at it. It was so bright, moving so quickly, just overwhelming shapes and colours.

“I…I can’t…I…” she muttered, convulsing slightly.

“Crystal!” she could vaguely make out Charles’s panicked voice. “Can you hear me?”

She focused intensely, eventually managing to tear herself away, pulling out of the mermaid’s consciousness.

“You alright?” Charles asked.

“What did you see?”

“It’s just…bright colours. Nothing I can make out.”

Edwin scribbled something in his notebook. Crystal couldn’t even remember him taking it out.

“Right,” he said, snapping the book shut and returning it to his pocket. “We’ll have to wait for her to wake up, then. For now, you stay here while Charles and I go and do some research based on what we currently know.”

“What? You’re just gonna leave me here?”

“Crystal, to everyone else you’re already alone. You’re likely the only one here who can see us,” Edwin reminded her.

“Ugh, fine,” she complained.

“Hey, we’ll figure it out, yeah?”

Crystal nodded. She wasn’t annoyed at them this time, or even at the fact she had been left alone with this stranger. In fact, the girl had intrigued her. The lights and the tail caught her attention, sure, but there was something else – something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. There was a desire to know this girl, not just save her. The only thing causing her bad mood was the cold water surrounding her; she worried she’d catch hypothermia if she had to stay there for long.

She looked up at where the boys had gone – they were on the path near the gift shop, and Crystal could just make out the image of Charles pulling a full-length mirror from his backpack.

Once the boys had disappeared through the mirror, Crystal turned back to the girl. She didn’t look well, but beneath the illness, she was so beautiful. She had what appeared to be light blue eyeliner on her upper eyelid, curling into a small heart in the corner. For a moment, Crystal wondered whether mermaids had special waterproof makeup or if it was a natural marking. Only now did she notice that what she had originally assumed was a strapless bikini top wasn’t actually an item of clothing, and was instead just part of her, the bright pink scales across her chest matching those of her tail.

She wondered if all mermaids were this gorgeous. As she’d grown up, she’d stopped imagining them as the brightly coloured cartoons she watched as a kid, and started imagining them more like other mythical creatures, dark and cunning and visually quite terrifying. But looking at the girl in front of her, it seemed like her eight-year-old self was right. She looked like she’d crawled off the pages of an illustrated children’s book.

Crystal reached a hand up to move a piece of hair out of the girl’s face, when she began to twitch in her arms, waking up with a gasp. Seemingly upon instinct, she moved to push away from Crystal, but Crystal held on, worried she’d lose consciousness again if she let go.

“Hey, you’re okay,” she comforted. “You’re okay, I’ve got you. I’m Crystal. We met yesterday…sort of.”

“Oh,” said the mermaid, her gaze moving to where Crystal’s arm was around her waist. “You’re holding me,” she said, her face flushing slightly.

“Oh, yeah, sorry about that.” Crystal finally let go, assuming she’d be okay staying awake given she was talking fine. “You were unconscious, and I noticed you don’t have gills or anything so I was kinda worried you’d drown.”

“Thank you,” said the girl, floating barely three feet away from Crystal.

“What’s your name?” Crystal asked.

“Niko.”

It was a pretty name. It suited her perfectly.

“Well, Niko, I’ve got these friends, and they’ve gone to try and figure out what’s wrong with you.”

Niko’s mouth dropped open slightly, then she smiled.

“That’s…people don’t… people aren’t usually this calm around me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Humans seeing a mermaid? You think people are normal about that?””

“Oh. Right.”

She’d almost forgotten that she was a literal supernatural being, not just a sweet, lonely, beautiful girl from the sea.

“You’re not like that, though. You don’t seem…surprised.”

“I was a little surprised, I can’t say I’ve exactly met a mermaid before but, well…I’m a psychic, and my friends are ghosts, so… there’s hardly anything that could really actually surprise me anymore.”

“Oh. Well, thank you.”

Crystal smiled, then there were a few seconds of silence, both of them just floating in the water, before Niko spoke up again, moving closer.

“You’re shivering!”

“Oh,” Crystal said, her voice shaking slightly. “Yeah, the water’s a bit cold. I’ve been with you for a while, didn’t want your scales to dry out.”

“Come with me,” Niko said, holding her hand out to her.

Crystal could do nothing except take it, letting herself be dragged through the water. Niko’s hand was surprisingly warm against her own, and she felt the urge to grip onto her forever.

Niko led Crystal to a spot beneath some trees, surrounded by rocks. It was a small pool of water, that appeared to be bubbling like a hot spring. It certainly didn’t seem like something that should be near a small coastal town in Washington.

“What-” Crystal began.

“A witch came by several years ago and put a spell on this pool. It’ll be like this until that witch dies now. The locals are so confused they’re almost scared of it.”

“Woah…”

“Go on, climb in! You’re shaking.”

Crystal hoisted herself up onto and over the rocks, sliding into the pool. The warmth washed over her immediately and she sank into the water, only her head breaching the surface.

“Better?” Niko asked, having followed her in.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“No problem. It’s the least I could do to say thank you. But…do you think your friends will still be able to find us here?”

“Yeah, they’re detectives, they’ll figure it out.”

“Really? So cool!” Niko said excitedly. “I wish I…”

She trailed off into silence, staring into the water between the two of them, the smile gone from her face. Crystal stood up, snapping her fingers near her. There was no response. She didn’t even blink.

“Niko? Hey, Niko!” she said, beginning to panic.

Niko’s head snapped up to her, the pink lights returning, causing her to glow. Crystal was even more transfixed than she had been the day before, able to see that the lights weren’t just colour, there were strange shapes too – like tiny starfish and bubbles floating around the top of her head.

She didn’t know how long she’d been staring before she was suddenly snapped out of it. The lights had disappeared, and Niko passed out again, slipping beneath the water. Crystal managed to catch her, holding her by the waist and ensuring she didn’t hit her head on the rock.

“Woah,” she sighed.

She hoped the boys would be back soon.

“Crystal!” she heard from above them, and turned to face the voice.

“Charles! We’re over here! She’s fainted again!”

Charles and Edwin rushed over to them. Charles sat on one of the rocks with a book in his hand, his legs dangling just above the water, while Edwin stood next to him, hands clasped politely in front of him like always.

“Did you figure out what’s wrong with her?” Crystal asked, looking up at them desperately.

She couldn’t stay in the water forever, but if they couldn’t figure out what was wrong…how could they possibly leave her? It was their job to help people and ghosts and supernatural creatures no matter what.

“Yes, I believe we did,” Edwin said. “It appears she has been possessed.”

“Possessed?” Crystal repeated, panicking.

Memories of David flooded back to her, of the way he manipulated her, stole her memories and still wouldn’t leave her alone even after having been exorcised from her body. Niko didn’t deserve to go through anything like that. No one did.

“Not a demon, though! Don’t worry,” Charles reassured, having noticed her stress. “They’re sprites.”

“Thank god. But what sprites?”

“They’re called dandelion sprites,” Edwin supplied. “They form shrines in places with a high population of dandelions.”

“Dandelions? But she’s a mermaid. Where would she find dandelions?”

“Siphonophores.”

“…Excuse me?”

“Underwater dandelions,” Charles explained. “They’re a particular type, and according to this book, their sprites can be even more of a nuisance than the common ones. They feed on attention, so at the bottom of the ocean, they have to work harder for their food. Then once they have it, they exit the host.”

“Exit how?”

“However they can. But it usually isn’t pretty.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Crystal sighed, her mind moving at several thousand miles an hour. “Right, So…what do we need to do?”

“We need to find the shrine.”

“It’ll be nearby underwater.”

“How the fuck are we supposed to find an underwater shrine?”

“Luckily for us, ghosts do not need to breathe. Charles and I will find it.”

Charles seemed taken aback at that comment. His eyes widened in a panic and he turned to Edwin, his fingers fidgeting with the spine of the book in his hands.

“D’you mind if I stay above the surface, mate? I’ll stick nearby the lighthouse in case you need anything but…you know I don’t do well with large bodies of water.”

“Of course, Charles,” Edwin said. “Sorry I suggested it. I should have thought-”

“It’s all good, mate.”

With that, Charles and Edwin left the girls once more, heading over to the lighthouse. Crystal could see them from where she was in the spring, but they were too far away to hear what they were saying. Edwin jumped into the water without even taking any layers of his clothes off. Crystal supposed ghosts didn’t really weigh anything if they didn’t want to, so it wasn’t a problem. Charles was just sat on the edge of the rocks, watching the spot where Edwin went under intensely. A few minutes later, Edwin resurfaced and held his hand out to Charles. Charles reached into his backpack, retrieving something from it and handing it to him. She couldn’t tell what exactly it was, but knowing them and their bag of tricks it could have been literally anything. Edwin swam beneath the surface once more.

Crystal jumped when she felt Niko move in her arms. She looked down, expecting to see her waking up like she had before, but instead she was convulsing slightly.

“Niko?”

All of a sudden, her eyes and mouth flew open, and that bright pink light came pouring out of her. Crystal was significantly more terrified of the lights this time. She had to look away for fear of being too lured in by their compulsion.

“Niko!”

Two voices then began talking through Niko’s mouth without even moving it, propelling the girl upwards so she was sitting on Crystal’s lap.

“Look at us. Behold us. Give us what we want, or we will tear the girl asunder and find a new nest.”

Then, the lights disappeared and she fell backwards once more, Crystal catching her head.

“What the fuck,” Crystal muttered as Niko started to come around.

Her nose was bleeding, so Crystal wiped the blood away with her thumb.

“What happened?” the mermaid asked shakily.

“I’m not really sure, but the boys will be back soon, I promise.”

Crystal pointed over to the lighthouse, where Charles was still intently watching the surface of the water. A few minutes later, Edwin breached the surface once again, handing something to Charles. It was a different object to whatever it was Charles took out of his backpack – bigger, rounder.

Then, Charles stood up and began walking back over to the spring, while Edwin ducked under the surface and swam towards them instead. He dragged himself up onto one of the rocks Niko was propped up against, his hair and clothes soaking. But the second he stood up, he was dry once more.

“Woah,” Niko muttered.

“One of the perks of being a ghost: you’re never soaked for long,” Edwin said proudly.

“Did you find anything?” Crystal asked, still slightly shaken from what had happened. “The sprites, I think they like…spoke through her.”

“If the sprites themselves have begun communicating with you, we’d better hurry. She likely doesn’t have long.”

“So what so we do?”

“There was a shrine down there, just at the base of the lighthouse. I managed to read the inscription. The sprites require sacrifices to keep them alive, but. This-” Edwin indicated to the glass jar Charles was holding up, “is the only thing that can contain them. We just need to find a way of coaxing them out of Niko.”

Everyone was quiet for a few seconds while they thought. Then, Crystal spoke up.

“Use me as bait.”

“No,” Charles said immediately.

“Any other ideas, Charles? You said they could explode out of her at any minute, we can’t wait much longer.”

As if hearing Crystal, Niko began to convulse once more.

“Crystal, you can’t-”

“There’s no time for this!”

“Are you sure, Crystal?” Edwin checked.

“Yes,” she turned to Charles. “I trust you.”

Crystal managed to position Niko on the rocks so she wouldn’t fall off despite the convulsions, and stepped over to the other side of the spring. Charles carefully stepped into the water, seeming to relax a little upon realising it wasn’t cold.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“I do. And even if I didn’t, I would.”

It had barely been a day since she’d met this girl, but she felt a strange attachment to her. She got the feeling many people didn’t like her before everything happened with David, so knowing there was someone who liked having her around, someone who appreciated her, someone who didn’t try to push her away, was nice. And even better that it was someone as sweet as Niko – who was suffering through being possessed by sprites and throwing up rainbow goo and fainting all over the place, and yet still insisted on warming Crystal up when she was cold. She wanted to know Niko better, to become friends. She supposed mermaids must not have that many friends, trapped in the ocean as they were, so she wanted to be there for her.

Just as Crystal was imagining coming down to the docks every day to see her and get to know her properly, her thoughts were cut short by the ceasing of Niko’s thrashing. She had to do something before it was too late.

“I need to talk to the things inside Niko,” she said. “The dandelion sprites. I have a really attractive offer.”

Niko’s body suddenly sat up, the light bursting from her eyes and mouth once more.

“Insolent child. Left us to starve. Now watch while we desert this flesh.”

No. No, no, no. It wasn’t working. Crystal had to do something, she couldn’t just let those things tear the poor girl apart.

“No, wait!” she was trying not to cry. “I have something you want!”

“What could you have to satiate us?”

“Me.”

She could feel the boys’ gazes turn to her in fear.

“My body is all yours if you leave Niko without hurting her.”

“Crystal, have you gone mental?” she heard Charles say, but ignored him.

“Niko, she has a family! You can’t take her away from them! I don’t have a place. I don’t belong anywhere, please just take me instead!” she yelled desperately.

“Another body just means another hunger.”

“But I’m different. Not only could you leave the water and get attention from everyone in this town, I’m also a psychic medium! I can see the dead! Imagine the feast you could have feeding off attention from the living and the dead! Best of both worlds! You could eat your fill! That’s what you want, right? You’d never go hungry again!”

Suddenly, Niko’s body began to rise into the air, her limbs dangling downwards while the light shone up, as thought she was being propelled upwards. The sprites cackled, and the entire docks seemed to be illuminated by bright pink.

Then, it all stopped. Niko’s body dropped back down onto the rocks. Crystal swam towards her a little, keeping Charles in the middle, hoping and praying that Niko was okay.

There were quiet spluttering sounds from Niko’s mouth as the two tiny sprites crawled out. They turned around, and upon spotting Crystal, leapt upwards towards her. Crystal panicked and couldn’t move, but luckily Charles got in between them, catching the little blighters in the jar and sealing the top.

Both breathed heavily. They’d done it.

“You cut it kind of close, there,” Crystal chuckled.

“You’re welcome.”

Niko weakly shuffled across the rock until she could drop herself back into the water. Crystal was about to follow her, but Charles held her back.

“Give her a minute, yeah? She’ll be fine.”

She was under the water for much longer than a minute. Crystal and Charles had been sitting on the rocks talking for a while – Crystal had to shut down Charles’s flirting yet again, and he seemed to get the message this time, apologising. They both laughed about it.

“Well, the case isn’t totally over yet,” Charles said. “We’ve got to go back to that shrine and kill the dandelions before they can infect anyone else. Wouldn’t want an army of rainbow-spewing sea creatures on the loose around here.”

Crystal chuckled, and at that moment, something breached the surface in front of them.

“Niko?” Crystal said incredulously.

It was definitely her, the same gorgeous eyes and bright pink scales, but her hair was no longer dark – it was bright white.

“Holy shit, your hair!”

“I know, I look amazing,” Niko said, running a hand through her own locks.

“The sprites’ handiwork,” Edwin commented, stepping across the rocks towards them.

“How are you?” Crystal asked.

“I’m good. Thank you. For everything.”

Niko used the rock to push herself out of the water, and pressed a damp yet surprisingly warm kiss to Crystal’s cheek as she sat beside her. Crystal tried to hide her blush, but she could already hear Charles snickering next to her.

“It’s no problem, honestly.”

“No, really. I’ve never…there’s never been anyone who’s been as kind to me as you have. Ever since my dad died…I’ve been kind of alone.”

“Well, you don’t have to be alone anymore,” Crystal said, and placed her hand on top of Niko’s.

“But…you’re not from here, right? You’re gonna go back home soon. And I can’t exactly swim the entire ocean,” Niko’s smile faded.

“Yeah, we’re hoping we’re not stuck here for too long but we’ll come back here until then. And besides, Edwin knows magic. I’m sure there’s a spell that could let you walk. Right?” she turned to Edwin, a hopeful look in her eyes. “There’s gotta be a spell that can turn her human, right? Little Mermaid-style?”

“Yes, I believe there is such a spell in one of my transfiguration books. But, I wouldn’t exactly call Niko little.”

“I wasn’t- it’s a film- nevermind.” She turned back to Niko. “See? We can do that. If you’d want to, that is.”

“Really? That’s…yes! But…it wouldn’t be permanent, would it? I don’t want it to be permanent.”

“I’m sure we can find a temporary option, Niko,” Edwin confirmed.

“Oh my god! Thank you! I’d hug you if I could stand up.”

“It’s no problem,” Edwin chuckled. “And, I’m not much of a hugging person anyway.”

“Oh. Okay!”

They sat for a few moments, just watching the moonlight reflect off the water’s surface.

“Wait!” Niko said suddenly. “Shouldn’t you guys be going home? It’s really late.”

“Yeah you’re right,” Crystal said, her voice punctuated with a sudden yawn. “We’ll come back tomorrow though, yeah?”

“I’d like that.”

Crystal held her arms out to Niko, who collapsed forward, holding her tightly in a hug. She tried not to focus on the warmth that spread through her at the touch, at the knowledge that she’d see Niko again the next day, and likely many days after that.

She had felt so alone since everything happened with David, even after meeting Charles and Edwin. She had felt so detached from reality without her memories, knowing barely anything about her own life. But now she had someone else – another lonely soul…who just so happened to be a mermaid. She’d been wondering if maybe she hadn’t been the greatest person before everything, but now she’d been able to help someone, she’d saved a life and Niko seemed so enamoured by her already…maybe she wasn’t so bad after all.

[mintylovesredsocks]

Chapter 9 of OAPOD (Evil!Red AU) sneak peak!! This is the first few sentences!!

“I’ve brought up some snacks!” Bridget said, unveiling a tray of goods. “That’s lovely, Bridget,” Chloe said, coughing awkwardly into her hand. She stood up from the bed and quickly walked over to her. “Thank you so much.” Red glanced at them from the bed, but was too overwhelmed to move. It wasn’t long before Chloe returned to her side with a sweet treat in her hands. “Are you sure we can trust this?” Red whispered to Chloe, eyeing the sweet treat suspiciously. Chloe shrugged. “I’m starving,” Chloe murmured. “I’ll take the risk.” Red watched with curosity as Chloe lifted the chocolate brownie to her mouth and took a slow bite of it. Red eyed Bridget, who was now standing in front of them with a tray full of baked goods in her hands. Red was surprised at the array of goods she’d never seen before. She remembered hearing murmurs about ‘sweet’, colourful treats from unsuspecting guards when she was younger, but her mother had strictly forbidden her from having any. This ‘Bridget’ seemed more than happy to share out sweet treats, however. The pink-hair girl was smiling brightly at Chloe as she ate the treat. “Mmm, this is delicious, Bridget!” Chloe hummed, chewing the treat as she spoke. Suddenly, her eyebrows raised and she let out a moan of delight. “Oh my gosh, is that…?” “Popping candy?” Bridget finished, grinning. She let out a little giggle and clapped her hands happily. “Yes! It’s a Wonderland tradition to put popping candy in sweet treats. It acts as an extra surprise!” “It’s amazing!” Chloe said, swallowing down her bite of brownie before immediately going in for another. “Did you make these?” Bridget nodded with a big smile. “Yes! I made them this morning!” “When did you find the time?” Red asked, raising a brow. “I thought you had princess duties to attend to?” Bridget laughed politely and shrugged. “I just… get up really early and do it in the morning!” Red thought about her mother and how, growing up, she would barely spend any time away from her duties as Queen. No matter how much Red begged, the Queen would prioritise her job over everything. Would this Bridget choose to spend time executing people over spending time with her daughter? Red would guess not.

I wish I had more of this chapter written but my life has been hectic recently omg. I'm about 2k words in so there won't be an update until at least next week. But, I think it'll be an interesting read for sure.

Chapter 10 is gonna be even better. I can't wait until I get to that!!

Also I haven't set a number of chapters on the fic yet bc I don't want to get ahead of myself or anything, but given the trajectory for the story I have in mind, it will be at least over 15 chapters. Probably more like 20 but I don't wanna jinx it so we'll see.

I'm also planning to have some 'sister' fics set in this universe but I probably won't start on those until this fic ends. Or at least near to it ending.

Anyway, that's just an update on where this fic is at for anyone interested!!

[w33zyw00zy0]

I’m Here - John Price x Fem! Reader

— Panic attack comfort —

Summary: Today. Well today was nothing more than a big fuck up. Everything felt too much. You felt too much. When returning home you try to cover it. Try to put on a smile for your husband. But course he sees through it. Your the love of his life after all.

Warnings: Mentions of panic attacks, comforting through a panic attack, no smut sadly, a lot of fluff.

(If I missed any warnings, please do inform me. Wasn’t proof-read, apologies for any typos or errors. 🩷)

Your head hung low, embarrassed with how big your eye-bags had managed to become throughout the day: Cheeks flushed with a rosey colour from the previous crying; skin stained with salty tears; a permanent pout stuck on your face, bottom lip quivering, threatening to spill another pathetic round of tears.

Your hands reached into your pockets, the cheap material of your work pants all of a sudden becoming uncomfortable, overwhelming. Adding another reason for your tears to begin stinging once more, blurring the scenery with another cry. Until the sudden cold metal against your fingers mixed with the jingling sound alerted you of your keys, snapping you from your trance.

Fingers slowly removing them from your pockets— too exhausted, too drained to do anything faster. Even then, needing a quick pause every now and then to blink your tears away. Finally managing to fumble them into the lock and turning the metal to hear a satisfying ‘click’, you were home.

Hand wrapping round the door handle just to linger, free hand moving up to wipe your face in a frenzy. Sniffling away any previous signs. Taking a few deep breaths to control the deep pink flush of emotion. Steadying your quivering lip and moulding it into a smile. A weak one. But a smile none of the less.

Quickly pushing the door open to be met with more overwhelming conditions. Loud noise from the TV, fluorescent lighting. It all made your head pound. Suddenly becoming all too aware of how sensitive your body was. Pushing back another wave of emotion that desperately wanted to flood your body—

“Dove?” The loud accent rung out, deep, gruff, raspy, yet familiar. That smile, his smile, clear in his tone as he yelled out from the sofa. A little loud, making you wince. Your not-so-confident smile shaking, quivering, threatening to break. A guilt flooding through you at the thought of flinching, cowering under your husbands sweet voice. His loving nickname.

“Yeah— yeah, it’s me,” You called back, successfully maintaining the voice crack, and the small wavers of your voice. Coming out as confident, happy, normal. Closing the door behind you, dropping all your belongings in a pile on the floor.

“You’ll never guess what happened today,” He called out once more, the happiness, the purity evident in his voice. Something that made your stomach churn. Eyes darting to catch sight of the back of his head, hair short and scruffy. Military official. Arms slung round the back of the sofa.

Letting out a quiet, “Oh yeah?” In retaliation. But your mind wasn’t on his words. Or on the buzz that settled in your stomach, the happiness that tried to break through when your eyes landed on him. Instead quickly being stumped out by the stress, the emotion of today. Corners of your smile faltering, dropping back into a frown.

“Basically, I was taking out the rubbish, and you’ll never guess who I saw,” His head tilted towards you, revealing those handsome features: The well-kept beard that you helped trim; those perfect, plump, peach lips; his perfect jawline. But his eyes remained stuck on the TV, indulged in some shit reality show that he hated to admit, was his guilty pleasure.

“That old lady who—“ His words trailed off quickly, confidence and amusement dying down. That strained chuckle in his throat and the amazing little v-shaped smile of his dissipating. His eyes finally meeting yours. Instantly widening at the sight, all colour draining from his eyes in pure shock, concern.

Our eyes staying locked on each-others from across the room. Mine bagged, red, swollen, hooded. His sparkling, soft, full of concern, wide-eyed. Silence overtaking the room for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity. That pathetic little smile managing to instantly crumble under his gaze. Before breaking down once more.

That facade not standing a chance when facing him. Your husband. The one you would trust your life with, and have before. The one that had been with you through thick and thin. Seen every emotion, every vulnerable state.

Your eyes finally blurred once more, tears streaming down your cheeks. Fast. Furious at the attempt of holding them back. Small whimpers falling from your quivering lips. Slowly sinking to the floor as your legs gave out. Your limbs piling together on the floor as you wailed out another cry. Hands moving up to shield yourself. A little embarrassed for him to see you like this, even after years and years of love.

Emotion so strong, it quickly blocked out any noise, any movement. Making you oblivious to the scrambled noises of John lifting himself from the sofa with a muffled curse. Feet heavy, pattering against the wood-laminated floor. Swooping in for the rescue as he sunk to his knees in-front of you, joining you on the floor.

Those warm hands of his moving to cup your wrists, slowly peeling your hands away from the emotional state. Revealing the tear-stained cheeks, the rosey-ness, the sniffling nose, the quivering pouted lip, those eyes that were red and swollen beyond belief. Stinging a little from god knows how many times you had cried.

“Hey, hey, hey..” His voice slowly whispered out, almost like a lullaby. So soft. So gentle. Yet managing to make your wails ten times worse. His lips peppering soft kissed to the back of your hands before dropping them back to your sides, the salty taste lingering on his lips. Moving his hands up to cup those red cheeks of yours, thumbs instantly clearing the tears that spilled from your eyes.

“I— I, I.. I—“ You restarted your sentence a million times over, yet only hearing the soft whines and whimpers that reached your ears instead. Every word stuttered, broken by the sobs. Gripping onto his wrists with all your might, scared he might slip away even for a second. Eyes frantically scanning back and forth at his that stared back at you with a soft expression. Yet you could still see the heart-shattering concern that he tried to hide the best he could.

You could barely breathe, tripping over every attempt with a inhale. Filling your lungs to full capacity without ever once letting a breath go. Beginning to work yourself up more and more, panicking at the lack of breath, tapping his wrists as a sign. A cry for help. A plead. Every limb shaking.

“Breathe. Breathe baby, breathe,” He whispered out, face remaining calm. Lips upturned in a soft smile as he shuffled closer to you, placing his forehead against yours. Hands remaining to cradle your face, unaffected by the tight grip on his wrists, “C’mon, with me. In.. and out.”

You choked out a few more breathes, lips greedily trying to steal his breathe that stained your lips. Eyes beginning to de-colourising your surroundings, everything fading into black, solid objects warping, stars appearing. Head becoming wary, dizzy, as you huffed out more sobs. Leaving no space for breath.

Screwing your eyes shut as you attempted to focus on him. The feeling of his presence. The knowledge of his forehead on yours. The feeling of his skin on yours, the contact. Warm. Calloused. Rough. His smell, perfect, calming. Tobacco, sandalwood, patchouli and the softest smell of bourbon.

“There you go, that’s it..” He purred out, watching your lips. Your terrified panting beginning to slow, slow, slow. Chest no longer a heaving mess, but a healthy rate, “That’s it, good girl.”

Your breathing finally stabilised, no longer feeling like combustion. Like your whole world was crumbling from the inside, out. Your body no longer lined with goosebumps caused by the whole world collapsing around you.

Eyes peaking open to no longer be met with terrifying warped colours, but that handsome man. John Price. The dizziness gone, replaced with a light headache lingering in your right temple. Your grip easing from his wrists, falling back onto your lap as you blinked a few more times. Taking in your surroundings. Filling your lungs.

“John..” You managed to whimper, voice cracking. Tears once again pricking with tears at not only the exhaustion, but the overwhelming sensation of love. Of protection. Of care. His eyes trained on you with such worry. Hands cupping the sides of your head, tilting your face to stare back into his.

“There she is, there’s my pretty girl.” He let out a light breathy chuckle, a relieved breath of his own. Noting his own voice-crack amongst the chuckle, noting the pain, the terror that lingered in his throat. He was scared.

“John, I— I, I.. I.” Those stupid stutters once more, the ones that riled up your tears. Your pathetic sobs once more. Emotion filling your lungs as your eyes widened, falling back into that trance of not being able to breath. Of suffocation.

Until you were quickly cut from it, a few small shushes falling from his lips. Purred. Almost like a lullaby. Causing you to take one big breath and relax once more. Bathing in the comfortable silence, the safety of his presence.

Arms hooking under his armpits, hands resting on his shoulder blades. Burying your face into the crook where his shoulder met his neck. Once again being met by that overwhelming smell, the warmth of his skin, and the softness of his skin. Holding onto him for dear life. Listening to those words, rambled from his lips, an attempt to calm you.

“I’m here, I’m here love.”

“Shhh, calm down Dove, I’m right here.”

You finally relaxed, almost melting into him from the pure exhaustion of your limbs. Those words of comfort keeping your body calm. Your heart rate now a healthy level, lungs contracting at a sensible rate. Despite the few chokes and hiccups, you could breathe. You were breathing.

His hands moving to your back. One resting on your lower back, the size of his palm almost taking up the whole span. The other moving up, tracing patterns through the fabric of your dress shirt. Not too hard, not too soft. The right pressure. The right tempo. The right patterns. He knew what you liked, what worked.

His lips resting just by your ear, spilling soft breaths, soft sound into your ear. Causing you to focus on the tempo, follow along. The cold breath that hit the top of your neck, your earlobe causing your eyes to flutter shut. Body finally peaceful, blissful.

“If I knew you hated my stories that much, I wouldn’t of said anything,” He mumbled into your ear, that soft accent of his tickling your ear just right. His words causing a small choked chuckle to fall from your lips. Raising your head ever so slightly from the crook of his neck. Meeting his eyes once more. The colour a lot softer, blue, with hints of grey. The sound of your laughter instantly causing his lips into his own smile, that loving little V returning. A small huffed chuckle of his own falling from his throat at your reaction.

Letting out a deep breath as he moved his chin to rest on the top of your head, mumbling out a small, “Wanna talk about it?”

You quickly shake your head, not ready to relive the moments. The moments that lead you up to this.

“Alright, maybe another day..” He murmured out once more, before letting the room settle into silence. A comfortable one. Full of love and appreciation. His hands still doing wonders on your back, tracing the skin with his strong fingers. Sending you to a state of healing.

Overwhelmed with the love and adoration you held deep in your heart for this man. The way he knew everything about you. Every weak spot. Every calming technique. He knew how to make you laugh, how to ease the tension. He knew how to make you love him. And god was it working. You had never loved someone so hard, it your life. You’d die before ever letting him go.

He was your forever, he was the one that would hold your hand in your deathbed. The one that would whisper his final goodbyes to you, his final ‘see you laters’. Promising that the first thing he’d do would be to find you in heaven. To find you and give you the biggest kiss. If you were with him, you weren’t scared of life after death. Didn’t dread it. You were excited if it meant being with him. Being anywhere with him.

You could, you would easily survive the deepest, darkest pits of hell. As long as he was by your side. Hand in hand. With that smile of his.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[zombeecreator]

🌷Fiore🌷

~I’ve been working on this for an ungodly amount of time but finally had the balls to post it. Behold, my Secondo fanficiton~

You have been working in the Ministry for a couple of months now, you’ve grown used to the company, and you’ve enjoyed the services you provide. You had been growing close to the papas, becoming familiar with their habits, and even familiar with the new Cardinal that had arrived. You couldn’t quite remember his name, you're pretty sure it was Copia, but you couldn’t know for certain. But as the months passed by, you became more close with Secondo since being hired as his assistant. You would work side by side with him, sitting in comfortable silence as the both of you filled out your necessary paperwork. On occasion you would peek at him, watching as he sorted through his papers, small glasses perched on the edge of his nose, his papal robes discarded and replaced with his more casual clothing, the button up he wore having the first few buttons undone, chest hair peeking out slightly. You liked when he looked like this, it made your heart flutter, but you never paid any attention to that fact. Once in a while you would bring flowers into his office to sit on your desk, and every time Secondo has the pleasure of coming to smell them and compliment your choice of flower. “Ah, this is a wonderful choice tesoro, you never fail to bring a beautiful fragrance to this place.” But as the weeks go by, you’ve noticed something on your part. You tend to be getting more nervous around your papa, more flustered at simple things that didn't seem to have an effect on you before. You begin to get more flustered at the simplistic pet names, you begin to notice the small details about him that send butterflies to your stomach. You didn’t want to admit this but….you might be in love with this man.

   You sigh heavily as you look over the stack of papers you have yet to sort through, a heaping pile that overwhelmed you just from the sight. You slump over your desk, shutting your eyes slightly to get a small amount of rest before you get back to work. The hour was late, almost everyone was out of the Ministry and went back to their rooms. Even Sister Imperator had left, opening the door slightly to wish you a goodnight before leaving. You stayed slumped on your desk for a few moments before you heard a knock on the door, making you shoot up from your position. “Come in” you say. Secondo slowly opens the door, his boots clicking as he takes a step forward. “You’re here quite late dolcezza.” His voice is low and calm, almost an unusual tone considering his much more stern demeanour. 

“Ah..yes I am. I have a lot of extra work I need to do. One of Terzos' assistants didn't come in today and had asked me to cover for them so I have lots to do now.” You let out a weak chuckle, trying to sound as content as possible and failing miserably, which Secondo could clearly see. He walked closer to your desk, picking up one of the papers on top of the stack and leafing through it slightly before putting it back down. He looked you in the eyes, a look of surprise and remorse colouring his features. He looked over your face, examining the dark circles under your eyes and the colour that had drained from your cheeks, locking with your eyes once more. He opened and closed his mouth, almost hesitant to speak, but then said “Why don't you go and rest, I can take care of this, you look drained.” Your face lit up, surprise likely showing on your exhausted face.”Oh no no, it's ok papa you have things to do-“ he cut you off before you were able to continue your sentence. “Please, I insist. Go to your room and have a good night's rest.” Guilt filled your mind, but you didn't want to irritate him by refusing once more, so you accepted, gathering your things and getting up, when suddenly a large hand grasped gently onto your shoulder. You turn around, face slightly pink from the gesture. “Sleep well, fiore.” He smiled at you gently, eyes filled with gratitude and warmth, easing any anxiety that you were feeling before. “Thank you, you as well, Papa.”

  You walked back to your chambers, your heels echoing in the Ministry halls. Your eyelids were heavy, your body feeling as though it was being held by strings that were faulty and then being controlled by a puppet master with no concentration left to care for your sagging body. Finally you made it to your door, setting down your things and rummaging for your keys before finally finding the ones you needed. The door clicked, and you gathered your things once again and went inside. After being able to set your things aside and put your work behind you, you began to undress and put on something more comfy. You slipped into your pyjamas, did your nightly rituals, and went to your plush bed, internally grateful for what Secondo did, the thought sending butterflies to your stomach once more, your cheeks fading to pink as a smile creeped onto your face, before finally drifting asleep. 

Your eyes fluttered open as the morning light creeped through the curtains, sending a warm and welcomed light into your room. You stretched before leaving your bed, making it before getting dressed, making quick work of getting ready for the day. You set your wimple atop your head, put on your high heeled boots, gathered your things and went out into the Ministry hallway. 

You waved to fellow siblings before making it to Secondos office, knocking lightly on the door. There was no response. “Papa? Are you in there?” You knock once more. No response. You rummage through your bag and pull out the spare keys for the office and slip them into the lock, before hesitantly opening the door. You glance over at Secondos desk, seeing nothing but his tall mitre being set atop it with a multitude of signed papers scattered across it. Worry spreads across your face before frantically checking everywhere else in the room, before eyes land on your desk. Secondo was laying back in your chair, sound asleep. All of the paperwork had been finished and stacked into neat piles, he even went the extra step to reorganise your array of pens. You smiled sweetly at the man before you, so calm and unbothered, you didn't feel the need to wake him up. You gathered the work you needed to do and worked at his desk instead, not daring to disturb what seemed to be peaceful slumber. After a few moments, you stood from your seat, gathering up a small blanket and draping it over his figure before heading back to work. 

  After a couple more minutes of work you see Secondo jolt awake, eyes wide and full of surprise. He glances around the room, looking you in the eyes in a panic, “Merda, I’m so sorry Sorella, I didn't know I had fallen asleep.” All you did was smile lightly, reassuring him that it was ok without words being spoken. “It’s ok Papa, I thought I would let you sleep, you deserve it for the help with all of my work last night after all.” He still wore his papal paint, but you could’ve sworn you saw a light blush coat his cheeks. “Grazie, also…did you put this blanket on me sorella?” 

You looked in your lap, internally scolding yourself for your actions, feeling stupid for doing such a thing. He probably saw it as some useless gesture, he was your papa he didn't need to be treated like a child. Thoughts kept spilling from your mind, causing your heart to race. You looked up, 

“Uhm…yes I did. I thought you might like to be warmer…” you muttered quietly. 

“It’s a very warm blanket indeed dolcezza, thank you for that.” He glanced up at you, smiling ever so slightly, warmth filling his eyes, the sun glossing over them. Your heart was still racing, but not with worry or guilt, with a warm welcomed feeling of compassion and love. You knew you couldn’t say it aloud, but the only words flowing through your mind were I love you, and you were happy to welcome those thoughts into your mind. Secondo stood from his seat, taking the blanket in his hands, examining it for a few seconds. You look back down at your work before he realises you were staring. You hear a deep chuckle from Secondo and glance up at him once again, watching intently as he neatly folded the blanket in half, and draped it over the back of the chair. He smiles gently at it, and locks eyes with you again. You want to look away to avoid making him uncomfortable, but his eyes are so captivating, they're the colour of a forest in the spring, warm orange light shining over them, showing just how bright they really are. He raises an eyebrow upwards and smirks 

“Do you like what you see, Sorella?” His words catch you by surprise, making your breath hitch in your throat and cheeks go a deep red. You weren’t expecting him to flirt, even though you were fully aware of his reputation around the Ministry and the rumours that were spread about him, the thought hadn't really come to mind. You knew people would spread rumours of him sleeping around, seeing multiple siblings on many occasions, but after working so closely with him, the rumours seemed to become irrelevant. You never thought of him in a way that would put him in a bad light, because in all honesty, he never showed you any reason to think so. He treated you with respect and loyalty, making sure to not overstep any boundaries with you. He always made sure you were comfortable and felt safe.

    You hadn’t realised how long you were in deep thought until Secondos voice spoke out in a deep rumble. “Mi dispiace, I didn't make you uncomfortable did I?” You looked up at him with weary eyes. “No! No no of course not Papa…I just didn't expect that…” You smiled wide, cheeks flushing a dark shade of crimson. “I do like what I see.” Holding eye contact with him, you slowly stand up from your seat, sauntering over to the desk. He holds eye contact with you, looking down at you slightly as you walk close enough to be almost against his chest. You could hear his breath hitch in his throat as you placed a hand under his chin. “Do you like what you see, Papa?” His eyes widen for a moment, then relax, causing his features to darken and almost create an even more dark and dangerous demeanour. You couldn’t deny how that sent butterflies to drift to your stomach, warmth filling your cheeks. He smiles devilishly, a deep laugh escaping his lips, his strident accented voice sending a shiver down your spine as he said, “How could I not, fiore.” You both stand close to one another, standing so close almost every breath between you is shared, comfortable silence filling the air. His eyes drift to your lips only for a moment before he locks eyes with you once again. “..Why don't I take you out tonight dolce, you deserve to feel like the beautiful imp you are.” You blush once more, flattered by such praise. “I would like that very much Papa.” You both smile at one another, and Secondo breaks the silence once again, “Please, call me Secondo.” You were surprised with the comfortability that had grown between the two of you for him to suggest such a thing, and you were delighted to be able to say you could’ve experienced this, even if it was a scam or trick, you wanted to take the chance regardless. “Of course, Secondo.”

~To be Continued~

[angsty-twihardxx]

YOU ARE THE REASON | 3 | T. MILLER

Summary: Happily moved into Jackson with your love.

Warning: As always my fics are generally 18+ cuz swears and also mentions of bullet wounds and tommy being sad :( besides that its super fluffy enjoy <3

Tommy Miller x fem!reader

A/N: I loved writing this and I'm overwhelmed with the love I recieved for it. Lemme know plz if you would like another fic about our sexy texan man. ILY <3

6 MONTHS LATER

Winter was at the end of its cycle, the snow on the ground slowly began to melt away. What was left of it crunched under your boots as you walked along the street. Small yellow beams from the  string lights guided your way up the hill where your home sat. The colours of Jackson still took you by surprise, being used to the military grey you had surrounded yourself with for nearly twenty years. 

You had finished in the garden for the day, taking home with you a few extra vegetables for your own dinner. Since moving to Jackson you had taken up a few little jobs, you loved how effortless it was. No soldiers breathing down your neck, no life or death stakes, just watering plants and turning soil. Of course you did work at the town’s clinic, you helped out a bit here and there. Being one of very few qualified doctors in the compound, so you didn’t mind. 

The sky was filled with pinks and oranges as the sun was getting ready to set for the day, it was your favourite time. Mainly because it was around the time that patrol finished, which meant that Tommy came home. It was like before, when your life was normal. The two of you would leave in the morning to go to work, then come home to each other at the end of the day. 

Reaching the home; the wooden boards of the porch creaked under each step. You kicked the snow off of your boots, shedding off the layers as the warmth of your home engulfed you. Never in years have you had a fireplace, it was something that you never realised that you took for granted. This was the first winter that you didn’t spend completely freezing. You even had a whole bed, not just a mattress on the floor, an actual bed. In fact it quite reminded you of your own home the two of you had before, warm yellow sheets reminded you of the ones you bought for your first home. The ones Tommy said looked like cheese. 

You were quite sore from working all day, so you opted to have your cup of coffee outside on the porch. Wrapping a blanket over yourself you bundled up on the old worn out sofa you placed on the porch. A content sigh left your mouth, the hot liquid warming you up from the inside. 

From your porch you could see the main street, you watched silently all the people that were going in and out of the Tipsy Bison, sure enough going for some food and drinks. You heard that Maria was on bar duty today, so you knew the food would be good. 

Outside the cinema were kids running and throwing snowballs at one another. You smiled as you heard their delighted screams all the way from here. It was part of the promise that Tommy made to you. 

You kept your eyes on the gate, on the wall furthest away from your home. It was like this every afternoon, waiting patiently for Tommy to come home. This was one thing that was the same as living in the quarantine zone, the anxiety as you waited, whether or not he would come through the gate. Because although unlikely, you couldn’t imagine what you would do if something happened to him. 

Birds screech as they soar into the sky, the gate they were perching on suddenly shuddered open. Everyone rode in on their horses and gathered at the stables, your eyes falling on the familiar dark mop of hair. Your heart settled knowing that he was home. 

You wondered how he managed, after the incident in the hospital. The two of you tried not to bring it up anymore, you knew it was very hard for Tommy to talk about. You knew that he would have nightmares about it, being awake as well you would him gasp himself awake, then his hands would search for you in the dark. Once he successfully latched himself into you he would go back to sleep. Or the mornings that you decided to get up before him to get an early start to the day, he would walk down the stairs in a panic. For a brief moment, you recognised the frightened look in his eyes that would disappear the second he found you. 

You didn’t remember much about what happened, Joel told you some parts.  When you were all still in Boston and Tommy would finally sleep. He would stay up and answer whatever questions you had.

All you remembered before you passed out was Tommy’s fear-struck face and his glassy eyes looking down at you. It definitely was a memory you wished you could forget. The sound of his cries as you started to feel your eyelids get heavy. It would be those visions and sounds that kept you up at night, waking you up from your dreams in a cold sweat. 

You woke up a couple days later, in a smaller hospital on the other side of Boston. One that had not yet been attacked by Fireflies, removing the bullet that was plunged in your abdomen. The few days you were asleep felt like an eternity for Tommy, spending the entire time awake, wondering if you would wake up. For the first time in a long time he prayed, not to anyone specifically. Just promising that if you woke up, he would keep you safe, he would be a better person. Even if he felt that he didn’t deserve to be forgiven, he knew that you did. You spent the entire twenty years helping people, keeping them alive. Even if it was for fucken FEDRA, everything you did was so good. And he would do anything to have you stay with him. 

If his life depended on it, because it in fact did. 

He cried to himself thinking what he would have to do if he had to spend the rest of his future alone, it scared him more than anything. His whole life had been about you, living with you, marrying you, having a family with you and getting old with you. 

You opened your eyes for the first time after having surgery, he was sitting in a chair beside you. Not awake, but not entirely asleep, he held his heavy head in his hand. Heavy bags under his eyes and tear-stained cheeks indicated to you that he hadn’t slept, nor had he changed, wearing the same blood-stained jacket you saw him in.  You winced at the amount of blood on him. The bed creaked as you shuffled uncomfortably, the noise quickly startling the man next to you. 

Within seconds he was on his feet and by your side, his large calloused hands engulfing your cheeks. “Holy shit baby, I thought I lost you.” He breathed out, his eyes beginning to brim with tears again, his eyes scanned you quickly. You knew what he was doing, convincing himself that you were really here. 

He had been sitting alone in this room with no one to talk to but himself, his mind went to the worst possible scenarios. What if you didn’t make it? What if the surgery didn’t work? He blamed himself, he should’ve taken you away from this place sooner. He should’ve fucken known that the fireflies were going to ambush, he should’ve told you to stay home. 

“Tommy–” You breathed out in relief, unknowingly bringing him back. He had you in his arms in seconds. You hissed at the sharp pain piercing your side, Tommy dropped his arms just as quickly. His eyes moved up at yours, and there was that look again. You hadn't seen him look so scared. “Hey, I’m alright.” You declared softly, raising your hand to hold his cheeks, for a second the two of you sat on that bed. Tommy relished in your touch, your thumb grazing his stubble. Something that he thought he’d never feel again. 

“I thought you were gone.” His voice breaks as his eyes move up to connect with yours. 

The words you had ready, fell out of your mouth as he crashed his face in the crook of your neck. Which usually you would thread your fingers through his black curls, but this time his shoulders shook into your hands as you tried to soothe him. No matter how many hush whispers into his hair he continued to cry, and you let him for as long as it took. There was nothing that you could say to him that would make him feel better, he just needed to know that you were okay. 

“What if this is a sign? That we should stay in Boston.” 

“What?” Your brow furrowed in confusion, you pushed gently on his shoulders forcing him to look up at you. He looked like a broken man, you had never seen him so conflicted before. “Tommy this happened in Boston, because of the Fireflies-“

“Yeah and I couldn’t get to you, if those soldiers weren’t there then— then we probably wouldn’t be here right now.“ 

There it was, Tommy was never much the type of man to directly tell you how he was feeling. You knew how much he wanted to leave, there was absolutely no doubt about it. But now you understood why, not because he was scared of the risks. He was quite aware of them but was so willing anyway. He felt guilty, worried he won't be able to help you again. 

“Tommy.” You couldn’t stop your voice from quivering as you held him. “None of this is your fault, no one would have known this was going to happen. You know that right?” 

You sighed when you were given no response. “We’re going to Jackson Tommy.” 

Your eyes finally caught Tommy's figure, walking up the hill to your shared home along with his brother Joel. His eyes look up to meet yours, which he returns with a wide grin. Even though he had spent all day out on patrol, he was a lot more cleaned up then when you were in Boston. The access to electricity and warm water was another luxury for you guys. Here in Jackson, it was the norm. 

“Hey baby.” Tommy greeted you happily, sauntering up the stairs towards you. “Hi there cowboy.” Leaning over your seat, his lips met yours for a chaste kiss. You smiled into it, a content sigh leaving your mouth. You tilted up your chin at an attempt to deepen the kiss but to your surprise he pulled away before you had the chance. Furrowing your brow you cocked your head up at him, looking at him in confusion. 

“Put your coat on, got a surprise for ya.” 

“But I’m so warm.” You sighed, Tommy shook his head as he stood you up by the blanket you wrapped yourself in. “Sure you don’t want a shower first?” 

“Okay fine, but then you are coming with me for the surprise.” He shouted to you as he walked into the house, which was great because you bought yourself a few more extra minutes in your blanket. You figured that he was taking you somewhere in the town, Tommy explored alot more of the town before you. When the two of you arrived you were still quite sore, you spent your first few weeks simply resting and giving your body time. But now Tommy was determined to get you out and about, showing you everything that this town had to offer. 

As the two of you walked closer you noticed the warm yellow lights inside the local bar. Not that you had been in there, still slightly traumatised by the dinghy bar in Boston that was usually full of drunken soldiers looking to start something.

But this was nothing like it. You stood in the entrance completely taken aback by the amount of people. Everyone was here to celebrate with the newly married couple that had been here much longer than you and Tommy. The groom worked with him on patrols, so he introduced you to the couple. You tried to remember the first time you had been to a wedding. 

There was music, laughter and even more lights that were strung along the rafters. It was something you’d never imagine that you’d see again in your lifetime, yet here you were. You must have been standing there for a while, a hand on your arm brought your attention back to Tommy. “Y’alright?”

“Y-yeah this place is beautiful.”  You sighed happily, letting Tommy guide you to the bar where Joel and Ellie sat. “You guys hungry? Got some extra sandwiches for ya.” Ellie chimed in patting the stool next to her, which you took. 

You liked Ellie from the second you met her. She was quick-witted, funny and most importantly she was smart. And you also liked how she kept Joel in line, it felt good seeing him happy for a change. She u an easy transition into your small little family, you’d imagine that she and Sarah would’ve gotten along well. You were glad Ellie offered you the food because it took you by surprise with how good it was, definitely better than what you could get with rations in Boston. 

“Holy shit! What the fuck is that?” Ellie shouted, her arm pointing furiously outside. After regaining your composure and eating the last of the sandwich you nearly choked on, you looked past her pointed index finger to where there children were playing with some sparklers. “Y’never seen sparklers before?” Joel asked her, mid chew. 

“Fuck no dude!” She looked back at you with excitement plastered over her face. You absolutely adored how easily excited she was over what you would consider normal. Although in this instance you didn’t blame her, you don’t think you’ve seen these in years. “How about you finish your food, and we’ll go get you some.” 

And you did, because you never break a promise. Tommy leaned against the wall outside as you watched Ellie proudly, holding her hand with the sparkler and writing her name out with the bright yellow ember. He loved how patient you were with her when she dropped the first sparkler you gave her, scared of the yellow sparks. So you waited a moment for her to get her composure back and you tried again. 

A part of him felt crushed with the fact that he never gave you any children. But to be fair neither of you felt it would be right to bring a child into this world. But maybe in Jackson, after all that was why you came here. For a better future. 

“What’re the big heart eyes for lover boy?” You leaned into him, bringing him out of his trance. “Just admiring’ ya is all.” You scoffed at him playfully, the fact that he could still make you blush after all this time. With a content sigh, you dropped your head onto his shoulder. His arm wrapped around you, your eyes watched over the now dark sky. The string lights doing nowhere as much damage as the bright lights that would be on everynight in the QZ, the stars shining as bright as you remembered it. 

Ellie had joined the rest of the children that were playing on the street, you didn’t think you would get used to hearing their cheerful screams. You were glad that you decided to bite the bullet and push down those insecurities and do this with him. Especially now, you don’t think that you could live without this. You were content and you were grateful. 

“This place is pretty perfect Tommy.”

[hirak0s]

tagged by: @fushichoumomo

tagging: @5akanade @inmensapotentia (IZURU!!) @historias-multorum (Meninas)

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

001. Conflicted

002. Betrayed

003. Confident

004. Bold

005. Fuck Aizen.

VOICE / GREETINGS / SPEECH PATTERNS :

001. Drawl - some of his words have a longer drawl to them.

002. Shortened words and even mashed up words.

003. Kansai accent (which I've just slammed Central Pennsylvanian in as a stand in)

COLOURS:

001. Gold. (He's got gold underwear ffs)

002. Magenta (Like his head canoned reiatsu color)

003. Fuchsia

004. White

005. Green

SCENTS:

001. Thrift Store. (He might also smell like the Shouten? Frequents enough!)

002. Old man cologne

003. Old Vinyl

004. Brasso (The... brass cleaner)

005. Woody scents (his own cologne)

CLOTHING:

001. Ties, many of them. (Lots of funny ones too. Has one that looks like a bass)

002. Slacks and dress shirts. Some of them are rather fancy even. He keeps some of that wardrobe in the world of the living.

003. Gold underwear.

OBJECTS:

001. Foxy Grandpa Hat

002. Saxophone (He's learned how to play, plays badly on purpose)

003. Record player

VICES / BAD HABITS: 

001. Smoking Weed, he's also got a pipe.

002. Back when he was in the world of the living, there were days he'd go without eating.

003. Risky 'situations'

004. Alcohol and the Red-Light District.

BODY LANGUAGE:

001. Open with goofy candor

002. Big ol goofy grin

003. Overly expressive hand gestures

004. Lean Backed and Laid Back

AESTHETICS:

001. Jazz and dancing badly to it, but he doesn't care

002. ſnsʇ ɐ lᴉʇʇlǝ ʇodsʎ ʇnɹʌʎ

003. the slowing of a grandfather clock that suddenly starts ticking in reverse

004. the sound of duct tape being pulled.

SONGS:

001. Talk Sick - Orgy

002. I Despise - Chaotica

003. Wide Awake and Dead - Orgy

004. Fighting Myself - Linkin Park

005. Somebody Told Me - The Killers

006. 19-2000 Gorillaz

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

001. Heartache and Loneliness

002. The feeling like you're constantly being watched and judged

003. Having to deal with the traitor, but you can't do jack diddly dick about it.

004. Fuck Aizen.

005. Joy and the butterflies in your stomach that comes with it!

VOICE / GREETINGS / SPEECH PATTERNS :

001. Soft voice, timid tone, slightly breathy.

002. Kansai accent, long drawl to some words, shortened similarly to above.

003. Makes throaty sounds when excited, happy.

COLOURS:

001. Purple like her reiatsu

002. Green for Luna Moths

003. Yellow

004. Pink

005. Blurple (like blueberries when they're mushed, ok)

SCENTS:

001. Lilac Blossoms

002. Freshly fallen rain

003. Wood Workshop

004. Wood Stain

005. Blueberries.

CLOTHING:

001. Anything 50s themed! Absolutely loves rompers.

002. Shihakushō of course! Still a shinigami even if she's in the world of the living most of the time.

003. Sunflower kimonos.

OBJECTS:

001. Puppets, has a collection of them and most of them are self-made.

002. Paint

003. Irises

VICES / BAD HABITS: 

001. Doubting herself. (It's been a thing since Aizen was captain)

002. Closing herself off to others after being overwhelmed.

003. Using a puppet to speak for her.

004. Melancholic

BODY LANGUAGE:

001. Eye Contact Avoidant

002. Flustered easily

003. Fidgets

004. Shows love by touch

AESTHETICS:

001. The flowers opening in spring

002. CTRL + C, CTRL + V

003. The inner machinations of your mind are an enigma...

004. Fabric folds and sounds of a sewing machine running softly

SONGS:

001. Puppet - Stain the Canvas, Get Scared, RAIZHELL

002. Alive - Voicians

003. Prayer - Voicians

004. Call Me Little Sunshine - Ghost ( ;) iykyk )

005. Can't Help Falling in Love - Elvis (w/ Kisuke)

006. Mothman - Skybreak, Essenger

[onekisstotakewithme]

14. “Do you want my fingers?” (beeeeejpeg!)

14. “Do you want my fingers?” (beeeeejpeg!)

oh. oh unquestionably. perfect prompt. no notes. 🔥

Peg loves the way BJ gets when they tumble into bed - his face pink, his hands tender - as though he's still shy with her.

Peg, on the other hand, wants.

She's wanted him for so long, and now he's hers.

And the way he blushes and stammers when she unbuttons her dress is certainly flattering, if the bulge in his boxers, the hardness against her thigh when she straddles his lap, is any indication.

It's Peg's turn to redden when he gently cups her through the fabric of her panties, burying her face in BJ's shoulder, overwhelmed with desire and more than a little embarrassment.

She still isn't used to him touching her like this.

"Peggy?" he breathes, as Peg kisses his bare shoulder.

"Yes?"

"Do you... I mean..."

"What's on your mind, darling?"

"I want..."

Well.

A dangerous, wonderful sentence in itself.

She pulls away, studying the look on his face, a blotchy blush creeping down his chest. "What do you want?"

"You."

Still feeling the press of his erection against her, she smiles. Laughs, really. "Imagine my surprise."

If possible, the colour high on BJ's cheeks deepens. "You're a menace."

She arches her back slightly, brushing against him in a way that makes him groan.

"I try."

BJ wrestles with some decision, before hooking his thumb under her panties. "Take these off?"

She nods, a little breathless, standing back up as BJ leans back on his elbows, his eyes dark as he watches her, his eyes fixed on her waistline, right where the soft trail of curls disappears into the waist of her panties.

She hooks her thumb under her panties, humming a silly big band striptease, before letting them fall.

BJ swallows hard, still leaning on the bed, his lips parting slightly as he stares at her.

"You look... stunned," she says, amused, resisting the instinctive urge to cover herself back up. "Like you've been hit in the back of the head with a two-by-four.”

"I'm stunned, alright. Bewitched, bewildered, and... whatever that other thing is."

Peg laughs, stepping forward again and sitting down in his lap. "And you call me a menace."

BJ gently cups the back of her head with his hand, cradling her skull he tugs her into a kiss, his other hand resting on her hip.

His fingers tighten against her involuntarily as she presses down against him, something almost like a moan rising in his throat.

"A menace," he breathes, when she pulls away again, though his fingers move down, tracing over her hip, and along the crease of her thigh, before coming to rest just short of where she wants him.

"Well don't stop there, darling, I hate a man who won't finish what he started."

"Do you want... do you want my fingers?" he blurts out suddenly. "Or just-."

Peg blinks, before turning away, her own facing heating up - but not from arousal, simply embarrassment. "I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"I've never really enjoyed it," she admits. "It doesn't... it doesn't feel very good."

"You've done it before?" he asks, his eyebrows raising just a fraction.

"It doesn't feel good when... when I do it," she admits, her eyes dropping.

"Oh."

She shrugs, a little helplessly. "But what the hell? I'm game to try."

"Not if it hurts you."

"It doesn't hurt, I've just..." Peg groans, her head falling forward against BJ's shoulder, feeling the heat of his skin and the fine hairs of his body rising against her forehead. "I'm not good at it. I wasn't good at it."

"... Why not? You do the... the other kind well enough."

Peg nearly laughs, a dirty image flashing through her mind - the night they got engaged, BJ's hand wrapped around his cock, his stare piercing as he watches her touch herself, the two of them unable to bear the wait - as she gets his meaning. "It's just... never clicked for me."

He nods, slowly.

"I always just... assumed it was something wrong with me," she admits, her voice small.

BJ laughs, kissing the top of her forehead, and it's not a mean laugh, just one of understanding.

"Can I help?" is all he says.

"You want to? Really?"

"If it bothers you, I... I want to help."

"A good point. If I can't even manage those, I'm up a fucking creek when it comes to... that."

BJ's eyebrows shoot up again, his eyes full of warm amusement as he strokes the soft skin of Peggy's thigh, making her shiver.

"I want to help."

Peg nods, a little unsure, as BJ reaches between them, leaning in to kiss her at the same time.

But to her surprise, he doesn't immediately start trying to press inside.

Instead she feels the gentle pressure on her clit, tensing against him as his hand stills.

"Peg?"

"Please," she says, and it's all she can manage. "Please, BJ."

He nods, slowly, his thumb circling her clit as she slowly relaxes, drawing her into another kiss, distracting her from the heat of pleasure pooling between her legs.

It's odd, but in a good way, to have someone else touch her like this.

BJ pulls away from her mouth, trailing kisses along her jawline and down her neck, continung to touch her as he does, a gentle but steady pressure that has her aching for more.

BJ presses a kiss to the top of her breast, before his head darts lower, his tongue circling her nipple, matching the rhythm of his fingers against her clit.

Peg exhales shakily, running her fingers through BJ's hair, lost in the twin sensations of his mouth hot and wet on her nipple and the slow steady pressure of his fingers, leaving her slick and wanting.

"BJ please, please-."

She arches into his touch, closing her eyes as she's overwhelmed by the sheer sensuality of what he's doing.

Feeling his tongue flick over the sensitive skin around her nipple, she wonders what it would be like to have his mouth on her clit instead - a thought that makes her moan out loud.

BJ stops, his breath hot on her skin, clearly surprised by how vocal she is.

Peg flushes hot, but grips his hair tightly. "Don't stop."

She means for it to be a simple plea, but it comes out as an order.

BJ laughs against her, the vibrations travelling over her skin, making her whimper, before his hand resumes the slow steady pressure.

Only now, now that she's slick and wanting, his mouth still on her nipple, do his fingers drift lower, gliding along slick folds, before stopping.

So close to where she wants him, but she tenses anyway, nervous.

Oh please, she thinks weakly. Please let it work this time.

"BJ, please."

He nods, gently exploring with his fingers, before ever so gently pressing into her.

Peg whimpers at the sensation, but for a second she feels disappointed.

After all, nothing has changed - it's easier, but it still isn't anything but odd to her.

And then BJ pushes his finger in further, his thumb coming up to rest on her clit, and that, combined with the hot wet sensation of his mouth on her breast, does feel good.

"Oh fuck, BJ, fuck-."

He goes back to what he was doing, cupping her like an orange, thumb on her clit, mouth on her breast, one finger inside her, and she feels herself relaxing more, getting used to the overwhelming sensations.

And if she's disappointed, it's soon replaced by desire, swept away by the all-consuming need to come.

She can feel the pressure building at the base of her spine, when BJ slides in a little further, his wrist likely aching at the odd angle, and crooks his finger slightly.

Peg moans, audibly, stifling the sound in her hand, arousal sparking along her nerve endings like a live wire, because that, that is different.

The sensation recedes as BJ does it again, and then more powerfully.

But it's-

"Too much," she gasps, a little too overwhelmed now. "BJ-."

And then she falls apart, pleasure washing over her in waves, overwhelming her as her body pulses around BJ's fingers.

He keeps circling her clit, deliberately overstimulating, until she gently pushes his hand away, her head falling against his shoulder, grateful when his arms wrap around her.

"Good?" he asks, smugly.

"I'm a whole new woman."

He kisses the side of her head, sounding pleased. "Good."

[viladlind]

event — colour theory. hot pink.

ambition. nurture. enthusiasm. intimacy. compassion. love. based on the aura quiz that lethe posted (#db7fb0).

at first glance, you almost don't note a difference in fiyero's appearance. her darker purples and reds have been abandoned entirely, as well as the shine of gold usually on her person. she's a solid shade of pink.

where fiyero is usually very aware of her position in any social situation, she seems to have lost some of the grasp on it she used to have. boundaries are a bit harder to understand. she sticks close, touchy, affectionate. if your muse is involved with her romantically in any way at all, that is increased tenfold— where she would otherwise be careful not to overstep, suddenly, she feels a need to share the love she holds, confessing feelings she'd usually keep to herself for the comfort of others.

fiyero is very aware that she can be too much sometimes, that the depth of her emotions can be overwhelming. the threshold for her making advances has been removed entirely. with that comes a fear of being left alone, not having anybody by her side, not being loved in return.

coming in contact with her will share some of those feelings of love. for yourself, for others, for the world at large. boundless and warm and heavy, something that could be overwhelming at first, especially if you're not used to it. a little like being struck with a cupid's arrow. feel free to use this to your advantage to develop some of your muses' relationships 🥰

this post doubles as an rp ad, capped at 2 for now, castmates exempt, though i'll probably reach out to people i'd like to thread with!