#the forks with spiky hands

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It's the Spooky Month season! So I drew some of my favorite (and fairly obscure) creepy ladies for the occasion.

[leopauldelr]

아이돌타임, 카운트다운! w/ 틸리 & 프린세스프링

[wompwompmika]

I’M SO GAY FOR HER, SHE’S MY WIFE FR 😻😻

[xxnu11-sku11xx-moved]

What a cute little show :3

[naffeclipse]

Warm Fangs

Naga!Sun x Reader. Sickness.

Prev

As you sleep, the fever worsens. Chills hit you with a violent shudder. The heat from the sickness flees under the quaking cold. You moan softly, curling up tighter. A soft hiss shushes you but you can’t find anything warm, anything warm at all.

The smooth brush of scales loosens from around you. The outside cold slips away from your feverish skin but stays within.

“It hasn’t broken yet,” Moon murmurs distantly. Cold fingertips brush your hair, damp from sweat, away from your forehead. A whine leaves you. You hate how pathetic it sounds inside your head.

“Oh, no. I was afraid it might linger with our poor lily pad,” Sun lowers his voice but he’s not as quiet as his brother, holding a stage whisper more than an actual whisper. You might have smiled if you weren’t bothered by the mottled moonlight giving way to a blue-bright early morning sky. 

It doesn’t feel warm. The sun is supposed to reheat the earth and take away the frost filling your chest with a shivering revolt.

A few quiet exchanges slip away in your near unconsciousness. Gingerly, you become weightless, lifted into the air like a feather before pressed into other arms. Heat, raw and covering, finally touches your body. You breathe out a low sigh, eyelids fluttering to peek up at the source of the heat. The form softly sways as you’re carried away.

“It’s going to be alright,” Sun hums. He looks down at you, his spiky frills flaring around his head in golden hues before the shadow of the cave eclipses the morning sun. “Don’t move, my water lily, you’re still sick.”

“Hmm, I’m fine,” you half moan. Your eyes fall close again. A tender soreness soaks into every muscle, especially at your neck and your shoulders. The deep, deep ache that refuses to go away. 

You shudder with another chill. Sun clicks his tongue in concern, the forked end whipping with a snapping worry. 

“You amaze me, truly. Even in the throes of illness, you’re still so stubborn.” He laughs softly, endearing but in a way that almost makes you push yourself out of his steady arms. He doesn’t get to think you’re cute. Not right now, when you feel how sticky your body is and how weak your limbs dangle as he carries you deeper into the cave you’ve made a shelter within.

“Sun,” you softly groan.

“Save your strength to fight the fever, not me.” A soft peck of his scaly mouth touches your temple. You nearly dissolve under his doting command. “You need to rest and do as I say so you can feel better. I don’t like to see you like this.”

You, in a reflective, rebellious instinct, almost try to kick out your feet and find solid ground, but Sun lowers you to the cold, cave floor. You’re seized by another icy torrent of coldness. Hugging your arms, you quietly groan. A soft swell of tears teem over your eyelids. That’s from the sickness, you tell yourself. You’re not crying because Sun and his sweet warmth let you go.

“I’ll be gone for only a moment, lily pad. Hold on for me, okay?” he singsongs.

You want to snatch the heat that had held back the torturous chills. Lifting your heavy eyes, you scour the dimness of the cave, catching sight of Sun’s long body softly slipping over the stone towards the shelves that were chipped into the wall of the cavern. The rich yellow hues of his scales are bright even in the shadows of rocks. The markings along his waist and around his throat are scarlet and vibrant with warning of his venom. You watch the outline of Sun’s defined shoulders move, taking and gathering, collecting a pale pink blossom you can’t currently name.

Pressed against the wall in a sleepy bundle of his scales, Moon watches you, eyes half lidded but attentive. You didn’t hear him enter. His hands open and close, as if to reach for you. He holds back. You frown at his distance but recall his cool scales through the midnight fever, and drowsily, in fitful half-sleep, wait for Sun.

He returns with a skim over the floor. His presence washes over you with hope.

“Don’t cry, my water lily. I’m here,” Sun coaxes with gentle mirth. A crooked finger swipes the leaking liquid from your eyes.

“Not crying,” you grumble, voice croaking like a frog. “Not a water lily.”

“Oh, I’m going to have to disagree and blame your lack of sense on the sickness,” he chirps as if you were simply the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

You pry your eyelids open for a glare. You certainly are not a beautiful and grandiose flower. Not right now in your freezing weakness.

Moon’s hissing laughter echoes. It fills you with another short burst of irate energy that lasts for only the moment of his humor. Sun tuts and shoots Moon a look before gently cradling you. The golden naga guides you upright with a tender hand supporting your back. He rests your head on his shoulder, his underside a shiny, pale cream color, and the gentle heat of his body burns away the chills holding you down. 

He lifts up a small flower, pale pink and pom-pom like on the end of a slender, green stalk.

“Eat this. It’ll make you feel better,” he softly insists.

You eye the flower as if it were a venus flytrap, and you were a particularly weak fly.

“What is it?” you murmur.

“I’ve heard humans call it a sensitive plant, sometimes called touch-me-not. If you had told me you weren’t feeling well early, you could have had this sooner.” The chasiting does not evade your awareness. Sun lowers the plant closer, as if offering a rose instead of medicine. “It will help with your fever and chills.”

“Ugh,” you turn your head ahead. The thought of eating when you have no appetite rears an ugly head within you. “I don’t need it.”

“I disagree strongly, lilypad,” Sun crones in disapproval. “Once you eat it, you’ll start to feel better.”

The soft lift to his tone invades you. You want to squirm, keep turning away from the offered medical plant, but Sun’s warmth surrounds you entirely. Gently, his finger guides your cheek until you face him once more.

“Please, won’t you, for me?” His cornflower blue eyes hold you with his plea. From the corners of his wide mouth, the very tips of fangs glint, but you’re not afraid of his bite. He saved you with his venom, once.

You grimace and force your lips to part. Murmuring praises and coaxes alike in a soft, musical tone, Sun presses the flower head to your mouth until you bite it off, and chew laboriously. It tastes green and dry. He watches you, hawk-like, ensuring you masticate the soft, brittle like petals before swallowing against the vicious dryness of your throat. You gasp after gulping.

His smile grows like a sunbeam at sunrise.

“See? It wasn’t so bad.” He tenderly rubs his mouth against your forehead. “Thank you."

The heat of his affection battles the cold underneath your skin, and when you shiver, he holds you tighter. You fall deeper under his fondness.

"This will pass and you’ll be in tip-top shape again,” he says softly, brimming with heated hope.

Oh, Sun. You want to curse him. You want to tell him that he can’t talk like that, melting your insides and making you nothing but an ooey-gooey mess, but you can’t. You are swept away by his sweet tones. 

No one but Sun unbalances you and catches you in the same motion. He’s disarming. He's the only thing that feels right.

You slump against him in another full-body shudder. Softly humming, Sun begins rearranging your limp form, draping your legs across his deliciously warm tail as the dark end wraps your lower legs. The tightness of his coils used to frighten you before you realized how summery and soft he is. He tucks you gently against his arm, lying down to become your personal pillow.

You are so useless. It’s a miracle you haven’t faded away by now—a miracle of two nagas, no less.

“It’s also called humble flower,” he continues with a soft note. “Perhaps you could take that aspect from it as well, my water lily.”

You moan, unable to offer a rebuttal that you are no flower, but his gentle embrace covers you entirely. His chest thrums lightly with a heartbeat you’ve listened to before. A soft hum fills his throat. He continues pressing his mouth against your cheek, the crook of your neck, and the top of your head as if smothering the clammy effect attempting to surface on your body.

“Soon, you’ll rise and we can stroll through the jungle and find more flowers, more flowers like you, and you’ll feel better. Doesn’t that sound nice?” he chatters endlessly.

You can only snuggle deeper against his chest, against his warm, smooth scales, better than any patch of sunlight, and trust in him.

[bogleech]

Are you aware of The Forks with Spiky Hands

I wasn't until you asked if I was and now I've lost a few hours of my life just watching these calm, cute vignettes about the mostly mundane lives of this slightly-monstrous family

I like that they acknowledge their monstrousness JUST enough for it to make a funny gag every time

free on Tubi in English and also free on youtube in multiple languages. It's been running for six years now????

[ihavethedreamies]

Pineapple | Juicy Fruit | Jisung

Park Jisung - NCT Dream

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~2.1k

Pairing: Jisung  x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Established Relationship, Porn without Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! & F! Receiving), Sixty-Nine, Overstimulation, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex (Don’t!!)

Summary: You and your boyfriend wonder if the rumor about eating pineapple is true…

Author's Note: This series was supposed to be of drabbles, but uh…

This is only vaguely based off of Smoothie…I say this because I got the idea for a fruit theme, but past that its unrelated.

PS. I am still low-key in denial that Jisung is as hot as he is now my son is Daddy now

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You hummed, looking over your recent purchase. It sat on the counter, mocking you.

"Do you have any idea how to cut it?" Jisung asked from where he stood next to you.

"No…" You sighed in defeat. It was always expensive to buy pineapple precut, probably because it was difficult to prepare, but you loved it. So, you decided to get the full fruit, but you had no idea how to go about cutting it. You had seen different videos in passing, but never focused enough to remember. You could look it up, but that would be admitting total defeat, and you weren't ready for that yet. Your boyfriend's big hands picked up the fruit and held it closer to his face so he could look at it better. He was even less likely to know what to do than you, but it was sweet he was trying.

"Well, start from the top?" He suggested, running his finger over the divot where the stem met the rest. Jisung set it back down and you picked up the knife, starting with a small paring knife so you didn't get hurt. You stabbed it in, the sweet scent hitting both of your noses, making your mouths water. Sawing through the top you are able to pry the top off and you set the stem to the side. Looking down at the yellow flesh inside, you wondered how to get the spiky outside off. You had seen some people pull the pieces apart where the ridges were, but that might take too long.

"Could we just carve the outside off?" Your boyfriend suggested and you nodded.

"Yeah, I think that's for the best." You had wanted to try a hack or something, worried that you would butcher the fruit in the wrong way. He came back with a much bigger knife, the cover still over the blade. Dramatically, you shucked the cover off and held the knife in the air. Carefully and slowly, you begin to saw at the outside to get the peel off. It took forever, and there were still little round pieces of the outside marring the otherwise perfect, yellow flesh. Taking the paring knife back into hand, you carved the little remnants out as Jisung got a bowl for you to put the final product in. You then sliced the cylinder-like body into fours, slicing the woody middle section out, then finishing the cuts. When it was all done, you fingers were tingling a bit from the enzyme the fruit contained. Going to wash your hands, Jisung plucked a piece out and slid it into his mouth.

"Is it a good one?" You asked, drying your hands and he hummed in delight. Picking another piece out, he held it between two fingers out to you. He turned a bit pink when you took it straight from him with your mouth. Not nearly as bad as when you first got together, your boyfriend still got a little shy or flustered from your acts of affection. You both went to the couch then to keep watching the drama you had been going through, the bowl of fruit between the two of you. After the first few pieces, you ended up getting a fork to use so your fingers wouldn't tingle too badly. It seemed your tolerance for the stinging juice of the fruit was higher than Jisung's because he stopped every so often, wiggling his tongue between his lips to try and calm the burn.

"How do you eat so much of that stuff?" He asked as you popped another yellow piece in your mouth.

"I like sour stuff, so it’s a similar feeling."

"Why does it do that anyway?"

"Some kind of enzyme or something. They put it in meat tenderizer." You explained while you chewed, the food muffling your voice a bit.

"Huh."

"Supposedly it also makes you…taste sweeter." You tried to word it a little secretly. Your boyfriend was too precious, not really understanding innuendos or dirty jokes without an explanation.

"Like, your saliva?"

"Well, I mean, kind of. It obviously does that. I meant…other stuff."

"Your sweat?"

"Cum, Jisung. It makes your cum taste sweet. Supposedly." You decided to be straight forward with it. You cast him a glance to see his reaction. His cheeks were a tinge pink, but he wasn't gaping like you expected, or horribly flushed.

"How would that work?" You rolled your eyes, his thought process was really something else.

"You know, I don't know. I think that's why it’s just like a rumor, it’s not proven." You scratched your cheek.

"We could test it out…" You suggested playfully about half an hour later, after all the pineapple had been eaten.

"Test what out?" He cast you a quick look, before going back to the show. He had rested back onto the couch, his foot up on the cushion, so his knee was at his chest. You were rested against his other side, resting your head on his shoulder, his arm around yours. His big hand was playing with the string of your hoodie, wrapping the braided yarn around his long fingers.

"If pineapple makes you sweeter…" You tried to keep your tone neutral. Jisung immediately paused the TV, pulling back from you to turn and look at you. Forcing yourself to meet his gaze, he seemed more shocked then embarrassed, but his face shifted. You were expecting red to spread over his cheeks, but he smirked instead.

"Might as well." The TV was fully shut off, and he pulled you a bit closer by the shoulders, leaning in and kissing you. You whined a bit at the intensity, normally he was much softer, but it seemed he wanted to eat your lips and tongue, not just taste them. Your next moan allowed his tongue all the way into your mouth, and they wrapped around each other. He did still taste of the fruit, and so did you, but that was more or less to be expected. Your tongues were still a little tingly from the pineapple, and them rubbing over each other made them tingle more. He hummed deeply when you pulled back, lips still slightly touching as you panted for breath.

"Pretty sweet…" His voice rumbled and you mewled. A cocky smirk spread over his pretty face, the confidence taking your breath away.

"Does it just make you sweet, or me too?"

"Uh, I think both?" You answered and he licked his lips, his tongue hitting yours as well with the motion. Jisung wrapped his big hand around yours, enveloping it, and hauling you off the couch, leading you toward your bedroom. You giggled at his eagerness, his long stride making you basically jog to keep up. Your boyfriend's lips fell to yours again as you both helped each other shed your clothes. You were completely bare when he got impatient and led you to the bed, his pants still on, button undone. You were about to question what he was doing when he laid down.

"Sit." He motioned you toward him and his sudden determination floored you. Swallowing, turning pink yourself, you did as he suggested. It was your turn to flush with embarrassment. When you slowly, wobbling, went to straddle his face, he clicked his tongue, whirling his finger.

"Other way." You did as he asked, facing toward the foot of the bed instead. You realized then what he was getting at. Before you full brought yourself down, you leaned over him, fiddling with his pants and boxers to pull his cock out. Everything about him was big, his hands, his feet, his cock. Right as you wrapped your hand around him, his hands flew to your hips and pulled you onto his face. You yelped as his tongue flicked against your clit, then ran up your folds to your core. Gathering your bearings, you leaned forward so you could wrap your lips around the head of his cock, tongue lapping at his precum. Even if the pineapple thing was true, it would probably take more than an hour to kick in. You didn't mind his taste anyway, so you eagerly bobbed your head, taking ask much of his cock in as you could. Your hands wrapped around the base to get the rest, the angle not right for you taking him into your throat more. You whined when his tongue thrusted in and out of your cunt, the vibration on his dick made his hips jump, the head battering the back of your throat. Trying not to gag around him, his thumb joined his tongue to flick your clit and your thighs twitched around his head. At your long, loud moan as you came yourself, the extra sensation buzzed through his cock, and he came as well. You eagerly swallowed his release, and it might have been a placebo effect, by he did taste sweeter. Cleaning off the rest of his cum from his still half-hard dick, he licked his lips, not able to reach all of your release that covered his face. Shakily, you got off of him and turned around so you could straddle him the other way. He was smirking up at you and you cringed at the sheen on his chin and cheeks that you caused.

"I'm sorry, Ji!" You reached to get a tissue from the nightstand to clean his face, but he took care of it, wiping it off with his arm. You two had switched places it seemed, you were now bashfully and shy, and he was smirking with confidence.

"Was I sweet?" His voice rumbled with a chuckle, and you nodded with a small whine.

"Me?"

"You're always sweet, love." You giggled and he brushed a few stray strands of hair from your brow as you sat over him. He adjusted his position, placing his feet on the bed so his knees were bent. You let him lead you so your cunt sat above his re-hardened cock, then he pressed your hips down so you could start to take him. You shivered, your cunt pulsing around his dick as he sank inside. Not only was he thick, but he was long and from the position, it seemed he got all the way into your stomach. You breathed harshly to catch your breath, you had never rode him before. He loved seeing you like that though, face and chest red, eyes closed in focus, mouth parted. With his hands, he helped you grind down onto him, the head of his dick rubbing over your sweet spot.

"Jisung~" Your moan was high pitched, nearly a cry. He would love to watch you fuck yourself on his cock, but you had very little strength left, so he took over. His hips jumped, burying him inside and you yelped with each thrust, only his hands holding you up. You fell forward, landing on his chest, short nails digging slightly into the skin. He huffed in amusement, helping you ride him a bit, but mostly just fucking up into you.

"J-Jisung!" Your cunt fluttered again, already close and he wasn't too surprised, you were quicker to cum the second time then even the first. With another hard thrust, he held you down, grinding into you, getting as deep as possible. The small but intense friction always brought you over the edge and he chuckled as you keened. Even with your vice squeezing around his cock, he held strong, not cumming himself. You were panting, boneless on top of him, so he was gentle in rolling you both over, but didn't pull out. You watched, dazed, as his gazed sharply down at you, easily moving your legs, pressing your knees up by your ears. When he had moved you, your mind finally reconnected and you were about to tell him to wait a sec, but he started to pound into you, the bed frame already rattling from the power. You nearly screamed, each subsequent noise higher and higher till you could barely get anything out, head lolling as your mind fogged over. Jisung's breathing picked up, deep groans and grunts escaping his pretty lips. His pace stuttered and your clit was starting to burn, the overstimulation cresting till the pain faded and you only felt the sharp pleasure again. You had a hard time controlling your breathing, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth, tears pricking your eyes.

"Jisung!" You managed to gasp his name and he groaned.

"Hold on, love." He bit his bottom lip, eyes closed, brow furrowed, and with two more deep thrusts he painting your core white, filling you with heat. You nearly sobbed as your orgasm crested as well, your release spurting from your cunt, mixing with the absurd amount he had pumped into you. As he rested back on his heels, panting, you flopped like a ragdoll, eyes glazed over. Jisung brought his thumb to your swollen clit, flicking it, making you twitch hard. He licked the slick from the digit, smiling softly, "so sweet."

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If you live long enough, you see the same eyes in different people

Edward Cullen // Cedric Diggory x female reader

Summary: you loved Cedric Diggory, you would never stop loving him, he would always have a place in your heart. But what surprises you is when you meet him again but as Edward Cullen. You couldn't understand what happened or how it was possible. All you knew was you needed answers and closure.

Word Count: 1,600

Notes: I know this is a bit of an odd idea but I thought I'd be fun. Bella isn't mentioned and in this au edward wasn't turned in the early 1900s. I know in the first year vampires in the newborn stage can be very bloodthirsty and strong but for the sake of this fic I'm ignoring that fact!

Cedrics age

Warnings: Mentions of Cedrics death.

Voldermort was back. You couldn't believe it. But you did, it was hard to swallow but never would you believe the bogus the daily prophet comes up with. But because you were a muggle born they decided to move you back to the states, to Forks Washington where you grew up. When you were 10 your family decided to leave the states and move to England because your parents got better job offers there. And when you were 11 you learned you were a witch, and the rest was History. With Voldermort being back in all they weren't going to risk you getting hurt and in all honesty you needed a break after Cedric's death. Being in the wizard world would only hurt, it was too soon you needed time to heal.

You looked out the window and you couldn't help smiling at the familiarity of it all. Your family pulled into the driveway and you unbuckled and opened the car door. "Wow this is strange being back here after so long."

Your mother smiled, "It sure is but we'll get adjusted don't worry." She smiled warmly.

"Your mother's right, don't worry too much." Your dad said, encouragingly.

"Thanks." You smiled warmly at your parents. "I think I'm gonna go ahead and start grabbing stuff and heading upstairs, alright?"

"Sounds good, sweetheart."

You headed into the house and walked upstairs. You grabbed a few boxes and started to unpack. Your parents brought up your other stuff. After a few hours of unpacking you ate some dinner and collapsed onto your bed.

Surprisingly your dreams were peaceful for once in the last year. You were a year younger than Cedric. He was in 6th year while you were in 5th year. You had returned to Hogwarts last school year for your 6th year but you couldn't continue to do it. It had been awful to put it lightly. You needed a break from the magical world.

The next morning you woke up early and got ready, you picked out a cute outfit and book afterwards heading down to get breakfast. After breakfast you did the rest of your routine and were heading out the door, "Are you taking your bike?" Your mom asked.

“Yup.”

"Alrighty, be safe!" Your dad yelled, "I will!" You said as you walked out the door. You grabbed your bike from the car and glided down the road. It always puts you at ease, the fresh air is always calming and refreshing. Luckily the school wasn't far from your house and quickly the trip was over and you arrived at school. Wonderful.

You chained up your bike and headed to the office. But the question was where was the office? You were wishing you had asked your parents instead of rushing out of the door. You decided to try to look for someone friendly to ask. You looked around the place, hoping to find someone, anyone who could help you. And then you saw a girl with spiky dark hair who seemed friendly enough . You'd think she wouldn't be but she had this light and warmth about her. So you decided to take a deep breath and walk over to her and tapped her shoulder, "Hi, there I'm sorry to interrupt but I was wondering do you know where the office is?" You asked politely. She gaped at you but then regained her composure, gracefully which confused you. Why did she look so...surprised?

"Hi, I'm Alice!" She greeted you warmly and held her hand out for you to shake it. You took it without any hesitation, "Nice to meet you, I'm really sorry I startled you!" You apologized, quickly. You didn't want to get on the wrong foot with anyone. "Not many people do that much these days." She laughed.

You couldn't help but wonder why, "How come?" Before she could respond, a voice interrupted our conversation, "Alice, what's taking so long?" You stopped dead in your tracks. You turned slowly and met his eyes. Your heartbeat quickened and your eyes went wide. No it couldn't be, right? You met his gaze and he looked shocked.

Alice stared at you and Edward like she was trying to figure out some secret. "Is everything okay here?" She asked. You snapped out of your shock and said, "Sorry, you just remind me of someone I used to know."

He looked shaken as well. "It's okay." His voice cracked, he looked heartbroken. You didn't know what to think all you knew was you needed to get out of here, you needed to catch your breath.

"Do you mind giving me directions now?" You asked, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible. You could feel yourself trembling as you felt ready to leave.

She looked at you sympathetically, "Of course." She grabbed your hand and led you to the office. And you couldn't help but glance at that boy who should have been a ghost. But he wasn't. Somehow he was here. Or someone who looked like him was here. Cedric. Was that him? Who is it, if not? Many questions ran through your brain but at the moment you couldn't worry about that.

Alice had been helpful and you were able to get your schedule, luckily. But you couldn't get that look out of your face. You looked down at your schedule and headed to the 1st hall for your biology class in 108. You clutched your books close and kept moving forward. You arrived at class without anything of interest happening. You greeted the teacher and he told you to sit by Edward Cullen. You couldn't help but wonder who that could be but then you looked around and saw him. Cedric or Edward was sitting alone, the only seat in the class left. You tried to steady your breath and walked towards your new seat.

The class was chatty and the teacher, Mr.Banner told everyone to settle down. "Now class, let's get started." He turned away and started to write notes on the board.

You grabbed some paper and a pencil from your bag and started to write the notes down. You were focused on him until a note slipped to you. You unfolded it and read:

Can we talk after school? Meet me outside of school, I know this meadow it's quiet, we can talk there, if you want to.

You turned towards Cedric or was it Edward. You raised your eyebrow in confusion. You mouthed why to him. He gave you a pleading look that read 'you know why' you nodded in understanding. And turned back to Mr.Banner. In all honesty you didn't know what to think or feel. But you felt like you needed closure, you needed answers, you needed to know whether or not Cedric was okay.

After school you met him in the parking lot. You talked to your parents and shockingly they were okay with it. But then again you were a witch so it makes sense. You didn't say that it was Cedric but that he might have answers, you didn't think it was a good idea to go around saying things like that.

"So where's this meadow?"

"It's better if I show you." He said.

You couldn't help but joke, "You aren't gonna kill me are you?"

He smiled softly, "Definitely not." You grinned.

"Now, come on." He led you to his car. Once you got in you buckled and got settled. For most of the ride the two of you were quiet. You thought about what could be going on and what to say, you tried to collect your thoughts. Cedric or Edward was collecting his thoughts it seemed as well. He parked his car close to where the trail started and the two of you got out.

The two of you arrived at the trail to the meadow, you couldn't hold it anymore, "Okay what's going on? Who are you?" Your breath quickened and you fidgeted with your hands, worry coursed through you.

He looked at you with tears brimming in his golden eyes but didn't spill, "My name Is Cedric Diggory and two years ago I lost everything, I lost the girl I loved, I lost who I was, I lost my family, I lost everything that I held dear. But I especially and most of all lost you, the girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I had decided to compete in a tournament but because of that choice I was killed by Voldermort himself or so I thought somehow I was barely alive. And a man named Carlisle Cullen found me and saved me. But it wasn't as perfect as I was hoping it would be. I was turned into something monstrous, a vampire. And that's why I never came back because I was scared to death that I would hurt you. But I've missed you so much and I don't know what to do without you." He stepped closer to you and carefully caressed your cheek. You held it close. You leaned closer and hugged him close. "I've missed you so much." You started to sob in his arm, you felt like you were falling apart. He wiped your tears away, "it's okay, I'm right here I'm not going anywhere." You gave him a bittersweet smile as tears poured down your face. You hugged him close and for once in the last two years you felt complete again. And all you could think was how grateful you were.

"I love you." You looked at him hopefully, a huge smile crossed his face, "I love you too." He leaned closer and pressed his lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled as he kissed you. He pulled away smiling brightly. "I've missed you so much, you don't know how hard it's been." You caressed his face, "I do. But we're together now, that's all that matters."

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HOWLING: TST Rewrite // Chapter 1 / next.

Characters: Thomas, fem!reader, Newt Pairing(s): Thomas x Reader (the slowest of burns) Word Count: 3.2k Tags: Mix of book and movie canon, newt!sister!reader Warnings: Canon typical violence and gore, sad times are ahead my friends

A/N: I honestly do not know where this came from. Mostly from my middle school love of Newt probably. Purely maternal. I thought that boy was gay way before Dashner. So here is newt!sibling!reader, and of course, the angst of being in love with your brother's 'killer' :( I think this will be more like snapshots of instead of a full story, mostly due to my schedule, but I do have a lot of moments in mind.

This place is full of bad omens. Broken mirrors, red skies, night terrors that bleed into daylight. They say you’re safe here, but you felt more at ease inside the Spring’s looming walls than you do in this quiet bunker. The concrete is cold, and the steel surfaces gleam menacingly, even in the dark. You always tuck your fork from lunch into the waistband of your sweats, just in case something jumps out from the other side of the funhouse mirror. 

You count 13 new immunes today. You should’ve known then that there was something wicked brewing in the wind. 

None of them stand out to you at first; they look just as dirty and shell-shocked as all the others did when they first arrived. You’re sure you looked the same on your first day at the compound. 

You poke at your apple with your fork, chin drooping onto your knuckles as your eyes lazily trail over a boy with spiky hair. A few tufts are clumped together with sweat, and he somehow looks unimpressed and exhausted at the same time. Your gaze shifts to a tall girl with messy black curls. Her face is delicate, pretty, even through the dirt and scrapes on her cheeks. She appears to be the only girl in the group—poor thing.

Sighing, you roll the ache out of your neck until it pops, and your eyelids start to wilt with your alertness. New arrivals stopped being exciting after you realized they were all going to disappear, one right after the other. It was just a matter of time. 

Your eyes are almost entirely closed when they land on a boy in the center of the pack. His Henley is torn, soiled like everything else, and his eyes are wide—calculating in the way he studies his surroundings. You don’t know him, and yet you’ve never wanted to strangle someone more. 

It’s striking, the anger, and it suddenly occurs to you that you’ve been angry for so long there might be nothing left in you but this rage. How odd, you think distantly. How odd how something can build in an instant; how you can remember a feeling from a void of nothing. 

You don’t know the why, but you stare at the boy and you know he’s the who. 

You’re on your feet before your brain can catch up to your legs. The boy turns to you, and his mouth parts—most likely to ask why the hell your gaze is so murderous—but you hit him before he can utter a single word. A solid jab to his eye socket that sends a jolt of pain through your thumb to your wrist. The grinding of your snapped bone makes your empty stomach churn, and you feel a little woozy with adrenaline and low blood sugar. 

It’s a good punch, but you’re the one who ends up on the ground. The guard escorting the new group drops you with ease and pins your arms behind your back. A few kids come to the boy’s aid, gripping his shoulder like they’re afraid he’ll jump on you, but he doesn’t look angry. He holds a hand over his eye and stares at you, dumbfounded and confused, but not angry. Somehow, that just makes your scowl even more bitter. 

You’re dragged away from the cluster of new immunes and directly deposited in a sterile examination room before anyone has the chance to say anything. It’s hauntingly silent in the room, and your thin tank top does little against the chill in the room. 

You should be more worried about what your punishment will be—if they’ll send you away to where all the missing children go—but you aren’t. It’s just so…loud inside your mind, a million ravenous locusts buzzing, feasting on your ear canal. You can’t make out what they’re saying, what they’re trying to tell you—what you’re supposed to remember about the boy with the bambi eyes and a dark cloud casting a shadow over his face. 

It’s been a long time since you’ve felt this much. For as long as you can remember, literally, dread consumed every one of your thoughts—no room for things like anger, hate, betrayal. You’re spilling over the missing pieces of yourself WCKD chipped away with their mindwipe. It would be fascinating if it wasn’t so awful.

Anger is a nasty feeling and so is weakness. They're bitter, poisonous, and you're afraid you might leak onto the rest of the kids in the compound. This feeling, this bright burning you’re trying to swallow, it's an epidemic of its own. 

A pair of guards with ridiculously large guns flank a mouse of a woman in a stark white lab coat. They’re there to protect her from you, you realize, and you feel like laughing. Two hulking men equipped with high-powered grenade launchers just in case you try to backhand someone else. They must be bored; there really isn’t much guarding for them to do in the middle of nowhere. 

You watch the doctor examine your thumb with mild interest. You’ve gotten used to the pain, mostly. You curse under your breath when she moves it, and the woman flinches like she’s been struck. You grin a little. You probably shouldn’t be so amused, but it feels kind of nice being on the other end of scary, even if it means being stared at like you’re a wild animal. 

The doctor mumbles something to someone in her earpiece, and they all move to leave. “What—that’s it?” you sit up on the examination chair and hold your injured hand to your chest. No one responds. They leave the room without looking back, and the groan that’s ripped from your throat sounds a lot like a growl. “So, I’m good? Nothing’s broken?” The steel door doesn’t answer your question, but the awkward angle of your thumb certainly does. Evidently, they just need you in one place, not one piece. 

The doctor could be coming back, but you’re impatient by nature; sitting around doing nothing after years of running for your life does that to a person. Besides, you’ve done this before. There were no white coats and examination rooms in the Spring; there were only your hands and a stick to bite on. A broken thumb couldn’t be that different from a dislocated shoulder and a sprained ankle, right? 

There aren’t any sticks in the room, so your shirt will have to do. You bunch the hem into a thick wad and shove it between your molars so that you don’t chip a tooth—and then you pull on your thumb until a sickening pop fills the silence like a gunshot. Your eyes water, and the fabric of your tank top is soaked through by the time you’re certain that you won’t make any noise. You release the material from your mouth and examine your work; the digit is certainly straighter, but the color and swelling are decidedly nasty. 

The whoosh of a door sliding open distracts you from bluing skin, and, for the second time today, you see a stranger and feel an overwhelming wave of familiarity. This time, however, it’s warm. You stare at him and feel the strangest urge to ruffle his floppy hair and crush him into your arms so that he can’t slip away from you. Again. The foreign thought strikes you in the heart, and it hurts. 

He sits down next to you, limbs loose and lax, and his head crooks down like a swan to examine your bloated thumb, “That doesn’t look too good.” 

“I haven’t ever punched someone before,” you mumble and lift a shoulder, “guess my form isn’t the best.”

Humming, he cradles your injured hand in his palm like a baby bird and looks around the room, “All this tech, and they don’t have a single bandage.” 

Your teeth catch against your bottom lip, and the constant gnawing starts to hurt almost as badly as your thumb, “Or the good drugs.”

He smiles at you, lopsided and familiar, and you feel like you’re home. “Surely they have some ice somewhere.”

It finally registers that he sounds different than the rest. You suppose that’s probably the first thing most people notice about him, but it’s a distant thought for you. You sound different too, after all. Your cadence isn’t quite as thick as his. You probably sounded more like him before your strong-voweled, mush-mouthed friends infected your inflection. You wish, strangely, that they hadn’t now.  

The corner of your mouth ticks up, “And to think, I never wanted to see another speck of ice again.”

He looks equally confused and amused. 

“Our maze,” you wave your good hand in the air, pulling a face as the phantom frost creeps up your spine, “it snowed all the damn time. Hated it.”

He lets out a low whistle, “I suppose sweating is better than freezing in hindsight.”

You give him the same look, and his face twists in a grimace that rivals your own, “The Glade was sweltering. Dreadful really, almost worse than the Grievers.”

“I imagine.” You nod sagely, face solemn, “All those boys and such a limited supply of soap.”

The boy’s head cocks back with his laugh, and it’s so heart-wrenchingly familiar you could cry. You really could. At least, you can blame any bizarre behavior on your broken thumb. 

“So,” he tilts his head, “Tommy.”

Your face wrinkles in confusion, and he nods towards your injured hand. Ah. So, the black eye had a name. 

“Tommy,” you repeat, far more glumly.

He smiles a little crooked thing, “I know he can be a pesky little shank, but thirty seconds hardly seems like a fair shot.”

“I don’t know what happened,” you say quietly, keeping your eyes on your lap and the ballooned, bruised proof of your guilt. “I saw him, and then everything went red.”

He hums softly in his throat, “Think you knew each other?”

“I don’t know.” Your cheek takes the brunt of your teeth’s abuse this time, “I don’t think I want to.” 

“Whoever he was before, whatever he did…he’s not the same,” he catches your eye, and the flash of hickory feels like an echo, “none of us are.”

You swallow and nod stiffly. He’s right. You know he’s right, but there’s still a little irrational twinge of anger when burnt umber clouds the back of your lids. “Why are you here,” you finally say. Your voice is small, like a lost little girl, and his arm wraps around your shoulders in an easy, fluid motion. You sink into it, still feeling small, but it’s not so terrible now. He’s a comforting weight, a shield you turn into reflexively. “I socked your friend in the eye,” you mumble towards your lap, “think that entitles you to a little hostility.” 

He laughs again, and his chest rumbles with it, “I can’t quite blame you. I’ve wanted to do it a time or two before.”

“Hmm.” You’re unconvinced, and he tugs on your hair a little. 

“Come on, let’s get you that ice.”

You follow him, your hand in his, and feel a little dizzy. There’s a hazy scene layered over the present. A much smaller boy flickers over his long frame; they have the same sandy hair, the same sweet smile. The little boy tugs at your arm, pulling you down the dark hall of a different facility, just as cold. Just as scary. The concrete walls don't loom so largely in your peripherals when he clutches your hand. 

It feels like a fever dream, that place between consciousness and sleep, the lingering brightness when you squeeze your eyes shut—so real for something cloaked in so many shadows. 

There are two faces looking back at you when he turns over his shoulder, the soft cheeks of a child overlapping with the hard lines of a young man. “Newt.”

It’s an odd thing to say, seemingly unrelated to anything around you, but somehow you know that’s his name. You give your own without a moment of hesitation.

Newt looks at you, still and sure, “Had a feeling.”

**************

One bag of ice and lengthy lecture later, you figure you should find Thomas and apologize—for Newt’s sake, not his and certainly not WCKD’S. You eventually find him sitting on a bunk. His face is clean, and his hair is wet, curling at the nape of his neck and over his forehead. Without all the dirt and blood, the purple under his eyes is stark against his pale skin. He looks like he hasn’t slept since he was dropped in his maze, maybe even longer.

You feel a little guilty when you see his black eye.

His head tips up from his hands when you step into the room, and his shoulders immediately tense. You hold up your hands and lean against the opposite wall, as far away from him as you possibly can be in the same room. “I’m not gonna hit you. Promise.”

His shoulders don’t relax, but his fingers uncurl and fall flat against his thighs. His jaw is tight, and you can’t help but notice how it sharpens all the lines of his face. He looks like he’s made of granite, a sculpture from a different time, a time before all this ugliness. There isn’t a lot of room for art in this place, this world; beautiful things don’t last long in the Maze, the Scorch, a society rotten with the Flare—but he has. You hate to admit it, but Thomas is striking. The bruising just makes him look more like a Greek antiquity, a tragic hero with a pretty face.

Thomas looks restless, looking at a spot on the wall just left of your head, and you realize that you’ve been staring for too long. Gritting your teeth, you glance at him and then look down at your shoes, “I’m…I probably shouldn’t have hit you.”

Thomas blinks at you, eyes big and brown…and bruised. You wince a little and fold your arms over your chest, shrinking into the wall, “I definitely shouldn’t have. Sorry.” There’s a part of you, one you don’t understand, that thinks this is more than he deserves. Another part wonders how the hell that’s possible.

He lifts a shoulder and looks to your right now. You aren’t sure if that means he’s forgiven you. You aren’t even sure if he heard you. He looks like he’s in another dimension, a glaze of isolation. You wonder where he’s gone; if it’s nicer there than it is here, or if it’s a bad place. A night terror leaking through the cracks.

Thomas licks his lip and finally looks at you. His face is grim, somber, like you’re visiting your own wake. “I saw you,” his voice is scratchy when he speaks. You’re curious if it’s from disuse or too much use. You’re curious about a lot of things; what exactly is this boy like? This boy who introduced you to the sin of wrath. 

You lick over your teeth and push yourself off the wall, “I figured.” He watches you cautiously until you sit down on the bunk across from him. “Question is, can you still see me?” You hold up three fingers to his swollen eye and hum, “How many?” 

His face remains solemn, not even a hint of a smile, and you sigh, “So you saw me?”

He nods and digs his elbows into his thighs, “In a memory.”

That gets your attention. “You remember things?”

Thomas gestures to his purpling eye, “Don’t you?”

“Feelings,” you pull your knees to your chest tightly, nosing into your kneecap, “just feelings. Not all the time, but sometimes I get that annoying itch you get when you can’t think of the name of a book, but you know you know it.”

He nods, “I get those too; this was different.” He pauses, and presses his tongue to the roof of his mouth like he’s waiting for the right words to roll onto the tip. He doesn’t look entirely content when he speaks again, but his struggle is valiant, “Griever venom...it made me see things—memories, like…a movie I’ve seen before, but I forgot the ending."

Your brow pinches, “Griever?”

Thomas hums a little, “WCKD’s cyborg guardspiders.”

Ah. You pick at some lint on your sweats, and a kittenish whine vibrates through your throat, “Lucky.” He tilts his head and studies you so seriously that a small grin slips through your stoic exterior, “Ours had wings.”

There’s a ghost of a smile on Thomas’s face, and it’s nice enough you’re curious what a real one would look like. It fades once he starts talking again, “I know why you hit me. The mazes…they were mine—that’s what I saw. I watched so many of them…” His eyes fade, and you know he’s in the bad place. The place you go when you think about that day. The day half your friends were ripped apart by WCKD’s pets. 

Clearing your throat, you pull him back to the present with a quiet voice, "And then you saw me.”

He nods, and his throat bobs as he swallows, “And then I saw you.” 

The corner of your mouth tugs into a sad little smile, and his responds in kind. “I think I knew you.” Thomas chews on his lip and picks at his nails, doing his best to tear himself apart, “Not well…you were in a different group, but I knew you…because of Newt.”

Your eyes widen, “Newt?”

“I think…he was your brother—is, is your brother. You were close. Like twins.”

The fever dream is back. There’s sun-drenched flashes of a boy reading to you, pelting you with snowballs and laughing, eyes bright, nose pink. They’re too bright to see everything clearly, but it’s enough to wind you. 

Your eyes flutter open, and you see that Thomas is watching you carefully. Concerned. Odd, considering you broke your thumb against his face a few hours ago. “It could be a plant. Who knows what they put in our heads when they took everything away.”

Thomas tilts his head and then shakes it, “This is a good thing. WCKD doesn’t give us good things.”

Your eyes burn, and you aren’t quite sure why. “Is it?”

Thomas looks confused. It’s a common expression on the munies, confusion. Tends to happen when you don’t know who you are or where you came from. For some reason, it makes you sadder than it usually does.

“Come on,” you curl in on yourself, squeeze your shins tightly and peek at him over your knees, “why’d you tell me before you told your best friend?” 

Thomas looks down at his hands. Caught.  

You answer for him, “You and I both know the last thing that kid needs is one more person he’d die for.”

The solemn look is back on Thomas’s face, and you sigh, “You want me to trust you?”

He nods sharply.

“Don’t tell him. Don’t tell anyone.”

[passionateseadruid]

Snake King’s Bride 3

The Daughter

⚠️Warning: There's some inappropriate content in here! Not smut but still, mildly sexual! Proceed with caution! For those of you that want to skip lucifer being a touch starved snake I will mark where that ends.⚠️

When you woke up you were still in that horrible room. Dark red silk sheets stuck to your legs and arms. Warm comforters cocooned you. The neon red translucent fabric of the canopy hangs over you. You turn over to your left towards the door.

"Good morning!" Lucifer smiled. You leapt backwards in fright! You almost fell of the bed if not for him catching you holding you by your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Careful darling! We can't have my beautiful bride getting hurt, now can we."

"How long have you been watching me?" You scooted as far away as he'd allow. 

"Not long. About an hour or so. Which in the face of eternity is about the equivalent to a microsecond for a human. Anyway I made you breakfast! I kept it nice and warm for you!" He smiles and brought over the tray from the side table and popped the silver cloche off the matching tray.

"Hm, pancakes. Thanks, I guess." You shrug and take the tray. You cut off a piece and looking at like it had sprouted a face.

"I made it with a special ingredient." He giggled.

"Is it your semen? Because that’s really crossing a line." You set your fork down and pushed the plate away

"EW NO!" He exclaimed staring at you as if you'd grown a second head.

"Period blood then?" You asked unamused. 

"Um no, I don’t have one of those." He grimaced. 

"Well I do, so thanks for that." You glared as he turned his head down.

"Why would you think that I put either of those in there?"

"I've seen enough yandere anime to know what to expect."

"What's an anime?"

"A necessary evil."

"Well I made these with love!" He smiled at you baring his spiky teeth

"So you used a love potion?"

"NO! No! Nononono! No, no, no! Yeah uh, the bird brain 4 floors down would kill me if I tried. Plus I'm confident in my abilities to woo you. I am the original "Mr. Steal-Yo-Girl" after all." He caressed your cheek. Well at least you know now that his hands are indeed an inky black.

"Which caused all the problems we have today." You deadpanned pulling away.

"Come on Doll! You gotta eat up!" He grabbed the fork and brought it to your lips. "Doll. Eat. Or I'll make you."

You growl and eat. What was supposed to be a romantic gesture ended up feeling hollow and forceful.

"Oh by the way I had a simple dress made for you from the measurements I took the first time I dressed you."

"What?"

"I altered that old wedding dress and shoes." 'So he knew that old shirt was too small for me! Pervert!' "I just had one made so we could go out shopping together! You can't exactly walk around Hell in an old wedding dress." He snapped his fingers and a white dress appeared before you with a belt that matches the pink in his vest appeared.

"…thanks." You force a smile. He places the dish to the side, and hugged you.

"Okay hang on!" You wiggled out of his grasp. "You need to stop touching me without my consent!"

He looked shocked but turned to look at the floor sullenly. "Sorry… I'm just happy to have someone around since my wife left me."

'He's trying to guilt trip you! Don't fall for it! Stand your ground!' You mentally screamed at yourself 

"And now that she's gone I guess I'm a bit touch starved. My daughter doesn't call or text. And the people of Hell aren't exactly the nicest, can't really go up to any of them and ask for a hug." He fiddled with the comforter under him.

'Stop it'  Your not sure who that was meant for.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you. I just- don't exactly pick up on people's feelings all the time. While that's no excuse I just… I'm sorry."

"…get out so I can change." You looked away. 'I will NOT develop feelings for the DEVIL of all people!'

He looked at you with big pleading eyes. "Can't I stay?"

"NO!"

"Oh right, you're traditional." He rolled his eyes.

'It's like it goes in one ear and out the other.' "Just leave!"

"Okay, sorry." He chuckled at you.

You slip on the dress and grab a comb from a big vanity across from the bed. 'I really need to be more observant. I can't stay here! I need to escape. But where would I go? It's Hell after all, not like they'll just let people out.' You opened the door and saw Lucifer fiddling with a duck in the hallway. He had put on a white top hat with a snake wrapped around it and had a crown and an apple as well. Next to him on the wall leaned a can with an apple for the handle. 

"Here! I made you this while waiting!"

"It's a duck." Was all you could say. 'No shit Sherlock.'

"Uh huh." He said with a big dopey grin.

"It looks like me."

"Cute isn't it?" He smiled.

"I think it’s ugly. This poor creature has to look like me after all." You joke.

He looked at you sadly. "Don't say that! You're beautiful! You're the most beautiful human I've met since Lilith!"

"Lilith? As in the Succubus from the Jewish religion?"

"Yeah... she was my first wife."

"I thought she was Adam's first wife."

"I told you I was the original "Mr. Steal-Yo-Girl."" He smirked. "Oh here!" He offers you white flats. "Can I put them on you?"

"Who the Fuck Am I Cinderella?"

"Well you certainly are a princess."

"If this is your way of telling me you see me as a pillow princess, just stop because that's not going to happen."

"Heh, I'm not even the one who made the innuendo this time."

"I'm not going to have sex with you."

"You'll want to once you fall in love with me!"

"Just give me the shoes." He handed them over and you slipped them on. "What's all this about anyway? Shouldn't you super busy running Hell, torturing sinners for all eternity?"

"I just want to spoil you with my riches! I'll give you anything you want! Anything at all! Just love me, want me, cherish me, and think only of me."

"Where have I heard that before? Other than a movie with IRL Kakashi (A/n: If you know, you know). I'm pretty sure it was in a big book. Matthew 4:10. Or is that wrong since you said that you and Satan are different people?"

"Doll. If you ever speak of that book in my house again, I will rip your tongue out."

'Daddy issues.' "So where are we going?" You change the subject.

"I'm so glad you asked." He grabbed his cane and started to walk away while you rush back to your room to put the duck down on the bed. "I rented out the fanciest shopping center in the pride ring! I don't know if I can take you to the other rings. Lilith transformed into a demon when she was cast into hell. Darling?"

"I had to put the duck down! Wait up!"

"Oh that reminds me I need more paint supplies. Hey! Have you ever had Cong You Bing. Let me tell you, for a pancake it's SO savory. I guess it's the syrup that makes pancakes sweet though. I like mine with whip cream. How about you?" 'He has a very one track mind.'

"Uh, chocolate chips and strawberries." You say as Lucifer opens the door to a long red Limo. 'Why is everything red? It's too much red!'

"Hm! I'll have to keep that in mind for tomorrow!" He slides in next to you. 

"We're not going to have pancakes every day are we? If So I might have to take over cooking breakfast."

"I would die to eat your cooking. I guess not because I don't really have a soul so I'd kind of cease to exist. But could you imagine if I ended up down here again! I'd be one unlucky bitch."

"Where will I go when I die?"

"I'm working on that Darling" You hadn't realized you said that out loud. 

Lucifer keeps talking while the limo drives into a huge town. Gigantic buildings lined every street. A few of the buildings had eyes. Some had strange designs like they were ripped out from a Dr. Sues Book. Others were dark and dingy; like whoever designed this was Tim Burton’s biggest fan. The limo took us into a bright neon district of the city.

"Wow! I've never seen a building so big! It's got to be at least 100 feet tall!"

"I've seen bigger. Box or whatever his name was is definitely trying to compensate."

The limo stopped in front of a long building, four stories tall. Neon blues mostly lined the outside and a bit on the inside. Neon pinks were scattered in some places. Lucifer turned to you and put a finger on your forehead bright light flashed from the tip. You looked down at you to see what he did and saw your skin turn gray. He brought out a mirror and sheepishly handed it to you. Your eyes turned black with yellow irises. Your hair was a vibrant aqua blue with some royal blue and royal purple streaks throughout it.

"Sorry. But I can't let everyone know that a live human is down here!"

He opened the door and held his hand out to you. You declined and opened the door on the other side and walked around the back to him. "Keep up."

He smirked and ran up to you. He motioned for you to follow him to the top floor. The whole top floor is only a single store. He led you to the front and immediately two attendants swarm him. "Welcome! May we have the pleasure of fitting you today, your highness?"

"Oh, no thank you ladies. We're here for her." The women looked back at you, like they weren't very impressed. One had black hair with the tips died purple with pink flowers tied throughout her hair. Her skin was lavender and so was her single eye, She wore a black button up shirt that was only buttoned on the last two buttons and underneath was a white lacy push up bra, her shirt tucked into black daisy dukes. She also had purple butterfly wings sprouting from her shoulder blades. The other girl was a blonde bunny with gold eyes. Her skin was covered in light yellow fur to match her hair. She was wearing a tight white dress with a sweetheart neckline, the skirt just barely covered her.

"Hm, we'll see what we can do." The bunny said. "I'm Firefly." She pushed herself against his arm.

"Adelpha." The other girl pushed herself against his other arm. "Renesmee!" A small Imp girl comes running out of the back. "Tend to her will you." It wasn't really a question. The two sale attendants led Lucifer away.

"Please follow me miss."

"Thank you Renesmee." You gave the small imp a smile. She wore a small black suit and her left horn was broken.

She lead you throughout the store looking for anything you might want. All you were interested in was finding a way out of hell.

"No one's ever gotten out, not since it's creation and the fall of the king and queen. What is your relationship with the king."

"Would you believe me if I said he kidnapped me?"

"Sold your soul, huh?"

"Someone else gambled away my life." You looked down sullenly. Renesmee was having trouble carrying all the outfits you had chosen, but she refused to let you help.

"What's that over there?" You pointed at nothing, and snatched a few outfits out of her hands.

"Miss please, this is my job!"

"I don't care! You're barely able to hold five outfits much less fifteen. You're a very sweet creature and you shouldn't overwork yourself." 

"Thank you miss, but really I can't allow you to. If the managers see that they'll report me to Velvette and she'll kill me! Or worse! She'll send me to work for Vox! No imp has lasted more than an hour in his care before they were sent straight to Valentino. I have a wife miss, and she's between jobs. I can't loose my job with the Vees and I don't want my face plastered in a porno."

"That's disgusting! Okay I won't hold them, but please sit and rest. I'll sit too."

"Okay." She sighed in relief.

"DARLING!!" Lucifer practically tackled you into a hug.

"What did I say about personal space?"

"Sorry I just missed you." He unhooked himself from you. "I found these cute duck pajama's in the clearance section and-" 

"Lucifer you said I could have anything I wanted."

"Yes! Anything!"

"I want you to hire Renesmee and her wife to be my personal staff."

"Miss that's not necessary."

The two clerks from before catch up and start to laugh. "Did you really think she'd hire you?" Adelpha laughed. "Pathatic! Get back to work you sister fucker!"

"Nina ain't my sister! She ain't even my species!"

"Does it really matter? You imps are so inbreed it's stunted your growth." Firefly doubled down. "The king would never hire a lowly Imp that can't even work an 8 hour shift without a five minute break every hour."

"Shut up! Renesmee is a much harder worker and a far better person than you whores!"

"Ignore them. It's just sinners being sinners." Lucifer turned you away from the women. 

"It's wrong! Renesmee didn't do anything except exist." You defended.

"Pfft look at this dumb bitch." Adelpha snickered. 

"That's just how thing's work down here. Imps work for the elite, they do menial labor." He retorted. 

"So you're telling me that they get abused and treated like shit because of how they were born. Isn't that literally racism?"

"Uh not exactly. It's just that sinners hold more weight than most Hellborn, since sinners are immortal and most Hellborn aren't." He panicked. 

"This stupid hussy is so dead." Firefly chortled. 

"We still get jobs miss. It's more of a social and raw power hierarchy." The small imp said. 

"So classism. What the fuck is this? Are you immortal? Is your kid going to have to inherit this flawed system? Is she immortal? Presumably she's Lilith's right? Or did you hook up in heaven? Is that allowed?" Thoughts flooded your head and spilled from your lips. 

"Woah woah, One question at a time darling. Heh, ironic coming from me. It's just all a bit much for me right now."

'A bit much for you? A BIT MUCH FOR YOU!? I had this whole thing thrust on me and you say that it's all a bit much for YOU!!' "You promised anything, Lucifer."

"Okay. Renesmee are you under contract with anyone?"

"I'm under a two week's notice policy with miss Velvette." 

"Go get any personal items from the back. I'll notify and compensate this Velvette character off your immediate resignation. As for you two." He glared at the two attendants that were mocking you. "Go ring up all these outfits and the ones I chose for my darling." He gives them a black card and escorted you to the exit. 5 minutes later renesmee comes rolling out riding on the back of a shopping cart. You don't even have the heart to ask where she got it from she looks too cute to mention anything.

You and Lucifer walked around the rest of the mall and he picked up anything that caught his eye. New paint supplies for his ducks; new rubber ducks; a duck necklace for you; a strawberry crepes that you two split begrudgingly on your side; he got you eight new pairs of shoes all in different colors and styles (red heals, orange flip flops, yellow sandals, green tennis shoes, blue boots, purple lolita style shoes, pink slip-ons, and black wedges); You drew the line at him coming in the with you to a store that was Hells version of Victoria Secret.

"Go buy some electronics! I'll need a phone down here."

He pouted. "Okay."

"He's so weird."

"I think the king just really likes you."

"No he's just weird. I hate how fast he's moving! It's suffocating." You gripped the skirt of your dress.

You bought out nearly the entire shop just as a little 'fuck you' to Lucifer that he wouldn't get to see you in any of them.

When you and Renesmee left you saw him waiting outside. He bought you a flatscreen, a Pc, a laptop, a wide screen monitor, a keyboard for said monitor, a matching mouse, cute cat headphones, and a fancy microphone. "I couldn't resist! I just had to spoil you!" He also had a few boxed in his hand. One was of medium size and had a picture of an iPad on it. One was small and had air-pods in them. One had a picture of a phone on the box. You took the phone and opened it up ready to get it set up.

Lucifer wrapped his arm around your waist and led you back to the limo as you fiddled with the phone.

Hey! This is the end of lucifer being a touch starved snake! If that's all you're here for I'll see you next chapter! If you want to stay for the angst enjoy the show!

The next day Lucifer woke up and was pulled away from you by Styx.

"Sire you have a meeting with the Sins today. It must have slipped your mind that the meeting was supposed to be YESTERDAY! the day of the new moon."

"Ugh let's get this over with." He walked into his study and slumped into his chair. He pulled up the video chat app. one by one the other Sins pop up. First Satan, next Mammon, then Leviathan. 

"Mammon." Leviathan said.

"Leviathan." Mammon retorted.

"Hah! I got here first I win! Fuck you guys."

"Technically I got here first." Lucifer smirked. Asmodues popped on.

"Froggy I have to go." He giggled as Fizz tickled him. 

"Oh uh, hi your majesty." Fizzarolli bowed awkwardly.

"Hello. It's always nice to see Ozzie's first serious fling."

"Hey!" Asmodues blushed. The others laughed.

"Well I should uh probably get going." Fizz blushed and hopped off camera.

"Hey everyone!" Beelzebub joined with no warning. "Hold on a second." She rushed to the door. "EVERYONE SHUT UP I'M ON A WORK CALL!! ... THANK YOU!"

"And as usual we're waiting for-" Mammon started sarcastically.

"I'm here!" Belphegor quickly signed on.

"Thank you everyone more moving our Doom Meeting to today." Lucifer smiled. (A/n: Zoom parody for those that don't get it)

"You better be fucking grateful!" Mammon sassed.

"What the fuck was so important that you had to move the meeting date!?" Satan screamed.

"It's not important." Lucifer dismissed their questions.

"Oh really? It wouldn't have anything to do with your new plaything would it?" Leviathan teased.

Lucifer blushed. "What?!" Ozzie and Bee gasped.

"You're out seeking love again after Lilith?" Ozzie took the lead.

"Let's go! Levi send the pics!"

"Don't you dare!" Lucifer threatened. Levi put them in the chat on the side. Belphegor had fallen asleep a while ago. She wasn't going to hear any of this. 

"She's adorable!" Ozzie squealed. 

"Where were you hiding this cutie?"

"A sinner? I thought you hated sinners!" Satan snarled.

"Are we going to have a meeting or not!" Mammon complained! "Time is money!"

"Leave, this is more important!" Ozzie encouraged.

"We can leave?" Satan asked enthusiastically. Him, Mammon, and Levi left.

"Hm?" Belphy woke up.

"You can leave Belphy." Lucifer smiled.

"You need help right? Charlie doesn't know, you've gotta tell her."

"Wait how do you know so much about this?" Bee looked at her surprised.

"Who do you think told Levi about the affair."

"Belphy!" Lucifer exclaimed.

"Sorry! You were just so sweet in those photo's to her."

"Should I tell Charlie? I mean I was hoping to just talk to her at the wedding."

"Woah! What wedding?" Ozzie asked.

"Oh yeah um her and I are getting married."

"How long have you two been together." Bee interogated.

"...three days."

"Yeah if you're going to move this fast you need to tell Charlie." Belphy encouraged.

"Okay, could you guys stay with me while I call her?" The three agreed and He dialed Charlie's number. "Hey sweetheart!"

"Hi dad. Do you need something?" She sounded a bit strained like she was waiting for him to ask a favor. 

"Um look Charlie. I know that things have been hard for you recently. And with the extermination that just happened a month ago you've been especially stressed."

"Uh Yeah! hold that though dad." She muted her dad and motioned Vaggie over. "Dad's finally talking about the exterminations."

"that's great honey."

"Hey dad!" she unmuted him. "you were saying..."

"Things have been hard for you and I appreciate everything that you're trying to do for the people." He was trying to butter her up and slowly easy into the idea of him getting remarried. "And you know things have been hard since your mom left."

"Yeah." She waited with baited breath. 

"Charlie... I met someone! Someone who's been a real big help and joy to me the whole time she's been with me. And I think she could really help you too."

"Really?! That's great dad!"

"Oh! Yeah, would you be willing to come by tonight and meet her?!"

"Of course! I'll be over at 5!"

"Great! See you then!"

"Bye dad!" 

"Bye!"

"Vaggie! We finally have a benefactor for the hotel!" Charlie bounced

"She took that rather well." lucifer smiled worried how you'd react to the news of meeting his daughter.

Surprisingly you took it rather well. You got dolled up and sat in the living room. Lucifer had to attend to a mini meeting to reschedule their failed meeting from this morning.

"You must be Charlie." You smiled. "You look exactly like your father. Only taller."

"Oh, thank you. My dad actually gave me this old suit jacket." It was pink and she had black flared pants with pink rims on the bottom.

You laughed. "It's hard to imagine someone like Lucifer wearing pink."

"No offense but you look... strangely human."

"It's a... long story."

"Right, well we better get down to business. may I ask what made you think redemption is possible in the first place?"

"...excuse me?"

"Redemption! The thing the Happy Hotel is- will be know for."

"What's the happy hotel?"

"Didn't my dad tell you? Isn't that why your here?"

"No." 'frankly I wish it were.' "Tell me about it."

"What?"

"No offense but the Devil's daughter trying to redeem people is a new one. And trust me I've heard a lot of crazy things." 

"I want to redeem sinners so that they can go to heaven!" She bursts out all at once.

"How will you do that?"

"Well I've been workshopping a little ditty. Would you mind if i performed for you? I'm better at expressing myself and my goals through song!"

"Please by all means! The floor is yours."

*insert inside of every demon is a rainbow*

By the end she's huffing and you clapped loudly giving her a standing ovation. "That was amazing!"

"Sorry I'm late ladies!" Lucifer entered.

"Dad! Who is she?"

"You didn't tell her?" He looked at you

"She's your daughter. It's not my place to say."

"If she doesn't want to be a benefactor for the hotel why did you want us to meet."

"Hey I never said I don't want to!" You chirped in the background but it's drowned out.

"Benefactor... Charlie when I said I met someone I meant... I-I didn't mean... I'm going to marry her..."

"What?" Charlie's voice cracked. "But what about Mom!"

"What about Mom?"

"I think I should go." You tried to leave. 

"Stay." Lucifer Ordered.

"You said that you'd love her forever!"

"Yeah at the beginning of Hell! Charlie SHE left ME. What am I supposed to do? wait for her to come crawling back to me?" 

"It would be better than you running around with some floozy under your arm digging her way into your checkbook. Does she even love you?"

"She loves me very much!"

"I really feel like I this is a father daughter Moment."

"Stay!" Charlie ordered her horns Popping out as she uttered the word. "How long have you been together?"

"A while!"

"You literally said like two days ago a month was nothing in the face of eternity." You said and this was ignored. "So now you'll ignore me."

"Don't lie to me!"

"A few days."

"A few days?!"

"When you were younger you only took a few days to know you wanted to date Seviathan!"

"I was a teenager! And look how that relationship ended."

"Charlie I know what I'm doing. I really thought that'd You'd be more supportive of me and my decisions."

"I Really don't think I should be here."

"STAY!" They both shouted at you, their horns popping from their heads, and this time you sat. 

"You always told me that Mom was the only one for you and now you're throwing that away?"

"Charlie... I thought that out of everyone I know, you'd be the most mature about this. You know I love you but you're being a spoiled brat about this! I've given up so much for your happiness. I have mad sacrifice after sacrifice and all I'm asking for is for you to understand where I'm coming from. I'm Lonely Charlie."

"I'm not going to sit here and listen to this."

"Charlie stop! You're acting like a child!"

"Don't dad. Just don't." She left.

"Lucifer! I don't want to come between you and your daughter. I grew up on evil stepmom stories, I don't want to be like that."

"Just!- We will talk about this later." And he left you alone.

"Great! Now I have the Devil and his daughter angry at me and each other! Way to go me! And on top of all of that I still don't have anyway to get home! I'm going to DIE!" You screamed into a pillow.

[screampied]

I feel like Geto is the best pussy eater with TF!Sukuna coming close second specifically bc stomach mouth (hhh I need it) and Toji and Gojo are gonna have to fist fight for third place bc Gojo would eat you like candy and Toji would tell you how pretty she is, spit on it and then lap it back up

i love how it’s just automatically known that suguru is THE pussy eater. he’s just so nasty 😵‍💫 ooh i can agree w sukuna, especially true form bc he has like ??? a stomach tongue, hand tongues ?? we’d be having tears. i like to imagine ‘kuna has a long ass forked tongue that has a bit of a soft spiky texture to it idk. oh imagine how that feels i’m so sick

TOJI NEEDS MORE RECOGNITION HES LITERALLY SO DISGUSTING WITHPUSSY. now that i think, i can’t even rank these men 🧍🏽‍♀️they’re all number one in my book. well that’s a lie im biased between toji ‘n kuna.

but real, satoru’s def a sloppy eater. he’s so cocky about it too, makes you cum on his tongue once and will never let you live it down. toji def spits on it, spanks it, even talks down to it oh i’m gonna cry

[sapling-hoshii]

Pro-Curetember Day 9: A Crossover with PreCure!

Since day 9 is all about crossovers with PreCure, I saw the opportunity to share some crossover art I made, which is yet another Monster Hunter crossover!

This first art piece depicts Cure Prism from Hirogaru Sky, but not clad in her usual white, pink, and blue-colored dress; now taking the form of pieces of thick leather clad with a steel breastplate, elbow-pads, knee-pads, and skirt adorned with pink, spiky scales, Cure Prism emerges in the form of a brave Huntress - or should I say: Rider (from the Monster Hunter Stories spin-offs) - with a glowing Kinship Stone held in place by smaller, leather belts on her left hand that mimics the design and shape of her Sky Mirage. Her design was based on the Blossom Wyvern, Pink Rathian (as seen below) - a Subspecies of the verdant colored Rathian, which is a species of female Flying Wyverns dubbed the "Queens of the Land". These mighty creatures are known best for three things: first is their ability to sprint and pursue prey for long distances; due to the weight of the Poison Sac in their body, the Rathian species are not known to fly often. They do, however, make up for this with powerful hindlegs, which allow them to pursue prey on foot with relative ease. Next is their notable flame breath; refined to even greater degrees than their green counterparts, Pink Rathians can unleash sweltering bursts of fire from their mouth in the form of huge fireballs or wide-sweeping flamethrowers. Lastly, Pink Rathians are also known for their barbed tails and shoulders, which contain a potent venom that can weather away at the health of their assailants if they are careless enough to face the brunt of the Blossom Wyvern's deadly tail-whips and spinning somersaults. [ Render by CAPCOM. ]

Moving on, the second piece depicts Cure Dream from Yes! 5/Yes! 5 GoGo, clad in golden pieces of armor with ornate, magenta-colored patterns and light purple accents, sprouting translucent butterfly wings from behind her - which fade into a light turquoise from a baby-pink color.

Furthermore - her Crystal Fleuret has changed, now depicting a golden Rapier with brown thorns wrapping around it in an upward spiral, ending right before the forked tip of the weapon. For those unfamiliar with the Monster Hunter franchise, Cure Dream's design is heavily based on the Pavilion Mantis - Ahtal-Ka. [ Render by CAPCOM. ]

Ahtal-Ka is a species of Neopteron (the classification of all Invertebrate/Insectoid animals in Monster Hunter) that closely resembles a Praying Mantis in physique, with a golden exoskeleton and ornate patterns that resemble classical Egyptian Pharaohs in design and hues. It is known for its incredible intelligence, utilizing the strong, golden silk from its abdomen and weaving it to latch on to large objects, such as: - Destroyed chunks of castle walls - Actual pieces of ruined kingdoms - Ancient weaponry and rusty artillery - A giant, double-crossed wheel, and; - Giant metallic scraps from destroyed fortresses. Now, the question is: how is it so intelligent? Well, here comes the awesome part: Remember the weapons, the giant wheel, and the fortress scraps it takes from the ground? Yeah - what if I told you it uses these to create and pilot its own giant Gundam by weaving the parts together with its silk? Behold: Ahtal-Neset. [ Render by CAPCOM. ]

So, uh, yeah! That concludes my entry for ProCuretember Day 9! Thanks for sitting through yet another yapping session if you've read this far into the article lol ~ Sap NOTE: Stay tuned for Friday the 13th - I've prepared something extra special. You don't wanna miss it!!!!

Procuretember Event by @pro-curetember

[leopauldelr]

[yellow-computer-mouse]

WOOHOO!!!!

[ID: a screenshot of a Tumblr settings page. It states that I have 103 followers.]

As promised, here is your completely unedited Winter and Qibli fanfiction from when I was 10.

Context for the plot: something something Winter's hurt or whatever. Also I was obsessed with blorbo-ifying Darkstalker for some reason?? So he shows up and is WILDLY OOC and is also besties with Moon? Like not a ship just. Straight up besties. And ofc the ENTIRE Darkstalker cast is in the modern world. And I think my OC shows up too. It's a wild ride get ready (i'm stalling)

also random headcanon that every tribe has a certain sound frequency that make them. have a seizure??? it's not it just hurts them really bad but. man idk.

“Qibli.”

Qibli twitched and rolled over.

“QIBLI.”

“Mmph. Whaaaaaaat?”

“You’re poking me.”

Qibli snorted and nearly told Winter he was being an absolute jerk when he remembered he was Winter’s “caretaker,” meaning he was a servant. How fun, Qibli thought bitterly.

“Quit poking me.”

“Not like I can help it,” Qibli said truthfully.

“Well, you could STOP AIMING YOUR DEADLY TAIL AT MY FACE.” Qibli looked over his shoulder and realized his tail barb was resting on Winter’s narrow, elegant snout, pointing right at his eyes.

“Oops. Well, maybe YOU could stop aiming YOUR deadly weapon at MY face.”

“I am NOT.”

“You so are, Mr. I-can-just-breath-on-you-and-kill-you.”

“Hrmmphll.” Winter rolled over so his spiky icicle-esque tail was in prime position to slit Qibli’s throat.

“Hrmmphll YOURSELF, camel-breath,” Qibli retorted, sliding off the bed. He started to go and get breakfast when Winter cleared his throat so loudly Qibli thought he just exploded.

“Don’t set yourself on fire while I’m gone.”

“Again. ONE TIME that happened. ONE. TIME.” Qibli thought he heard Winter mutter, “That’s why I need you.”

Qibli was walking down the hallway when he heard, “Get OFF, moth-brain!” and a sleepy retort somewhat like, “But I’m your pillow-blanket,” then a weird, strangled yelp and, “Ugh. Fine. I’ll go sleep in Moon’s room,” and then Darkstalker stumbled out of his sleeping cave.

“Did Clearsight kick you out again?” Qibli inquired, already knowing the answer.

“Blarmmph,” Darkstalker mumbled, blearily staggering along behind Qibli.

“Good answer,” Qibli said, starting down the stairs. He was trying to remember what Winter requested for breakfast the night before. He assumed if he couldn’t remember, neither did Winter.

“Seven bacon strips, two sausages, a fried egg, and a yogurt,” Qibli said to Moon, who was cooking the meals.

“I’m assuming a lot of that’s for Winter?” she guessed, flipping a pancake.

“Ooh, I forgot we had those, and a blueberry pancake with pecan sauce.”

“Aaand?” Wishcloud encouraged.

“Please?” he tried.

“Yes-” Moon started, but was interrupted by Wishcloud saying “No, you pigeon, abracadabra!” She bonked him over the head with a fork.

Qibli snickered and took a tray covered in food, complete with an ice pack for the yogurt.

“Took you long enough,” Winter said when Qibli walked into the room.

“Let’s see, hmm, here’s your yogurt-”

“COFFEE YOGURT.”

“Coffee yogurt,” Qibli rolled his eyes. “5 bacon strips, and, lucky you, sausages!”

“Gross. You wouldn’t DARE feed me those filthy dirt sticks!”

“They are NOT filthy dirt sticks, they are amazing, but if you don’t want them, your loss,” Qibli said, shrugging. He handed Winter’s plate to him, as well as a spork.

“Look, they put smiley faces on the sporks! So cute.”

“So USELESS!” Winter yelled, pointing a claw at Qibli, and then fell off the bed onto his face.

“Lol,” Qibli said, gnawing the wrapping off his spork.

“You saw nothing.”

“I sure didn’t.”

They ate the rest of their meal in relative silence. 

“Sounds like Starflight just woke up.” Qibli observed, who got a mighty “Hmph!” from Winter.

“I DEMAND you place me on the couch.” Winter declared.

“I demand you tell me where you want to sit.”

“Where do you think?”

“Theee corner?” Qibli tried.

“Yes.”

“Alrighty.”

Qibli loaded Winter onto a wagon and brought him down to the couch, where Darkstalker was spread out.

“Darkstalker, would you please-” Qibli began to ask, but was cut off by Winter yelling “MOVE YOUR FACE, SEAL-TAIL..”

Darkstalker lifted his head slowly, slowly, so slowly, and said, “But I’m sleeping.”

“Well, TOO BAD, whale-brain.”

Darkstalker mumbled something like, “I thought I was a moth-brain,” and flopped his head back down.

“You can be BOTH if you move. What happened to sleeping in Moon’s room?”

“She left.”

“Well, maybe go eat some fooooood?” Qibli offered.

“OH YES FOOD YES ALRIGHT LET’S GO!” Darkstalker leaped up from the couch and shot off to the prey center, slowed to a trot, and began singing “Food food food food I can eat food wonderful food whenever I want wonderful food food food food.”

“The corner, Your Majesty.”

“Excellent.”

“I think that song’s called ‘Food’,” Qibli said to Winter in a loud whisper, holding his talon up against his mouth. Winter growled, and Qibli leaped back, laughing. He fell over and rolled around, until he rolled onto his frostbreathed leg, and yelped.

“Three moons, are you ok?” Aphid asked, reaching down to Qibli.

“Mostly,” Qibli said, stepped on his leg again, and winced.

“That looks painful,” Aphid said, poking his leg. “What were you doing, you maniac?” Qibli squeaked and flung his wings out, then wrapped them around himself, making a shield.

“Nice one, tough guy. Now we both need a caretaker.” Winter whispered, nudging his side.

“Auuugh hrm hrrmph.” Qibli whimpered, rocking back and forth.

“Don’t taunt him, slug-face!” Aphid shouted. “You’re such a jerk!”

Qibli’s ears perked up suddenly. He folded his wings back in and said, “Wait. Winter’s already pretty much healed!” Aphid nodded encouragingly, and Winter said, “Would you like me to list my injuries again? Because I think you need it.”

“No, listen. You can walk on your leg, and you can fly alright. I think we could be-” Qibli started.

“Mutual caretakers!” Aphid finished, beaming. “What a great idea! Like me and Wishcloud, but you two!”

“Yes. Fine. Don’t ask the ICEWING PRINCE in the room what he thinks, because his opinion OBVIOUSLY DOESN’T MATTER.”

The next day, Winter went down to get food, much to Qibli’s surprise. He ordered “Five sausages, twenty bacon strips, three turkey bacon strips, a chocolate hazelnut yogurt, a smore yogurt, three chocolate chip pancakes with raspberry sauce, three pancakes- one with churros and cinnamon sauce, the others blueberry with pecan sauce- four slices of french toast with blueberry sauce, a half-dozen strawberry muffins, a pack of Oreos, two sunny-side-up eggs, a mug of hot chocolate, and a mug of blackberry tea.” When Qibli woke up that morning- at whatever time he pleased, which was surprising- there was a tray with all his food on little plates, the mug on a saucer, a neat little stack of Oreos with a tiny little cup of milk to dip them in, and extra churros on the side. There was also a little note that said, “You pigeon” which Qibli assumed was from Wishcloud.

“Wow. They even separated the frosting from the cookie on exactly half of them. Is it my hatching day? My last day to live? Winter’s hatching day?”

“You’re WELCOME,” Winter said, demolishing his cute little smiley-face egg.

“It’s like, I woke up and the sun was up and I wasn’t being poked by seventeen billion frost knives, then I get a full meal, and NOW Winter is being somewhat polite. Am I dead? Are YOU dead?”

“Hey, I AM your servant.”

“Who are you and what have you done with Winter?” Qibli asked jokingly.

“Hahaha. Veeeery funny, Qibli. I am letting y-” Winter said in a fake bored, flat tone, and then his teabag fell down the mug and smacked on his snout. He gasped in surprise and then snorted tea up his nose.

Qibli burst out laughing, fell out of the bed, and couldn’t sit back up. He momentarily stopped breathing and was crying by the time he regained his composure. His sides were heaving as he attempted to fight the hiccups that were guaranteed to happen, and he was breathing quickly in and out of his nose to stop another breakdown.

“Thank you, Winter, clawmate, best friend.”

Winter coughed out, “I’m still not your best friend.”

“Ok, maybe not my best friend.”

Winter snorted out the rest of the tea and rolled his eyes. He sat up regally and looked down at Qibli with an unimpressed look.

“You know, it’s difficult to take you seriously after that spectacle.”

“Says you.”

Qibli started to limp into the hall, slipped, and caught himself on his injured leg. 

“OW. Ow ow ooowwwwwww.”

“I am NOT carrying you,” Winter said, then jumped, turned around, and whispered “Whaaaaat?” and then said ”Fine. Put your leg on me.”

Qibli did as he was told and rested his front right talon on Winter’s back.

“Yuck. You’re all HOT and DRY and NOT ICE.”

“Then go bathe in liquid nitrogen,” Saltflat said, stepping in front of them.

“Hhhhiiii, Saltflat,” Qibli said slowly. “Aaaaare yoooouu planning something?” “Maybe, if you keep talking to me like I’m a concussed sheep!” Saltflat yelled, and then Bluesteel stepped out of his sleeping cave and said, “Calm down, everyone. Saltflat, this is 8:00 AM. SENSIBLE dragons are SLEEPING.”

“So the Darkstalker is a sensible dragon?” Winter asked.

“Yes. Wait. NO! Umm, maybe? No paradoxes before… umm…”

“Midnight. Before midnight. Because then they can’t say it alllll day long and then at midnight they have to wait ‘till the WHOLE next day to say a paradox!”

“BIG BRAIN.” Bluesteel declared, followed by “Mkay, I’m-a sleepy now.”

“Ok then, let’s go!” Qibli said, jumping on Winter’s back.

“OW. AUGH. You just BROKE the ICEWING PRINCE’S BACK.” Winter complained dramatically.

“Not my fault you’re short!” Qibli replied, punching the air above him. “I AM A CHAMPION YOU ALL BOW TO ME! WOO WOO W- OW! I just punched something like a nail... or a RainWing spine!” Qibli felt more around him. “Yup. A RainWing. But who?” Qibli wondered aloud.

I saw Winter jump back, like he was surprised, or like... someone punched him. Who has the right personality? Qibli remembered the day before when Aphid helped him and got Winter to agree to the arrangement.

“Aphid!” Qibli shouted to the flickering ceiling light. “I know you’re there!”

“Aphid?” Saltflat asked just as she dropped down from the ceiling and said, “You got me. I knew you would.”

“Wait, WHAT?!” Winter yelped, jumping back a couple of steps. “Are you a NightWing? How did you see the future? Oh, gosh, I sound like Cricket, YUCK.” Winter sat down and started swiping at his tongue.

“Geegaws,” Qibli whispered into Winter’s ear, and Winter whipped around and growled at Qibli.

“What’s a ‘geegaw’?” Aphid asked.

“A shut up!” Winter snapped.

“That makes no sense.”

“Welp, that’s what happens when your one true love is riding on your back,” Qibli joked. “He adores me.”

“THREE MOONS SHUT UP,” Winter shouted.

“Moons above, Qibli, knock it off!” Aphid laughed. “We all know you’re with Wishcloud now!”

“Oh yeah, but Winter doesn’t.”

“STOP NO NOPE NOPAROO THIS IS NOT HAPPENING. SALTFLAT is my GIRLFRIEND, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.”

“Tee hee,” Qibli said.

“Wow, Winter, that’s awesome. You do know I’ll slit your throat if you flirt with other dragons, right?” Saltflat said.

“The scary thing is, I can’t tell whether she’s joking or not.” 

“She’s joking because she hasn’t done anything yet,” Qibli said, grinning.

“LALALA IGNORING YOU.” Winter stuck his claws in his ears and made a constant humming sound.

“Oh, oh, oh, watch this!” Qibli said, and then made a high-pitched tone for about three seconds.

“AUGH,” Winter said, and then fell over and started spasming all over the floor, rolling onto his side and spinning in a circle. After about a minute, he sat up and glared at Qibli like he was seriously considering murdering him.

“Do… you… have… ANY idea… how much… pain… that causes me?” He panted.

Aphid raised her eyebrows, made a concerned face, and then pointed at Saltflat, who was making the noise Winter had been making with her claws in her ears.

“Well, no. But it looks funny.”

“Yeah. Just because it looks funny means it’s okay, huh?” Qibli stared at his claws and shook his head slightly. “No,” he mumbled.

[foxwithapen]

The table was set for three, although it definitely had space for at least twelve. Luigi thought he might have to shout to be heard on the other end. Bowser sat at the head of the table, in a seat clearly made for him; grand and imposing, with dark wood and spiky details. Junior sat near his dad, in a chair that was clearly his own as well.

Which left Luigi alone, all the way across the table. He wasn't sure whether it made him more comfortable or more anxious. Probably both.

The food brought in by Koopa waiters was no where near a grand feast, but for just the three of them, it was huge. There were potatoes and chicken and bread he assumed was freshly baked. There was even a small serving of pasta, just for him. It was admitted quite sad looking, but it still brought a smile to Luigi's face.

"So you actually came."

Bowser's usual voice was enough to travel across the table, but Luigi knew he had to speak up to have the same effect. "I thought it would have been rude not to."

"Didn't think this was a place you'd care about being rude at. 'S my castle after all."

"Well, I'm here on good terms, I might as well act it." Luigi busied himself with piling food onto his plate so he wouldn't have to meet Bowser's eyes.

Bowser chuckled slightly, a low rumbling sound that wasn't harsh enough to be threatening. "At least you have manners. Can't say the same for everyone else at this table."

"Daaad."

Luigi popped a bite of pasta into his mouth, gagging as he forced it down his throat while faking a smile to be polite. Maybe it was just custom for food in this kingdom to be under seasoned and overcooked.

Although, judging from the look on Junior's face, Luigi stared to think that might not be the case.

Luigi thought he'd masked his reaction pretty well, but Bowser clearly noticed. "Well, I hope the food wasn't too terrible, 'm not exactly the best chef."

"Wait, you made this?"

Bowser nodded, the slight smile on his face a mix between pride and shame. "I could've asked the castle chefs, but I wanted to do something more personal." His final words were almost lost to the air with their faintness, but Luigi caught it.

"Well, I think it's quite good."

Junior stuck his tongue out, nudging at a piece of burnt chicken with his fork. "Yeah sure."

Bowser chuckled. "You don't have to lie to me ya know. I can see the food in front of me too. Figured it wouldn't go well from the start, so I decided against making a dessert as well."

"It's okay, I thought that might happen, so um..." Luigi laughed to himself, pulling out the small box he had tucked gingerly inside his bag. "I brought cake. Peach, uh, made it."

Junior slammed his hands down onto the table, eyes wide with childish glee. "Cake!" he exclaimed, glancing over at Bowser. "I can have some, right?"

Bowser chuckled, ruffling his son's hair. "Sure thing kiddo. Just don't eat too much, okay? I know how good the Princess's cakes are." He turned to Luigi. "Tell her I said...I—" He paused, blinking a few times as if to clear his mind. "Ah nevermind, of course you can't tell her I said anything, that was stupid."

Luigi felt a pang of hurt for him, as he sighed. "Hey, it's okay. I'll tell her my dining companions enjoyed it very much."

Bowser smiled thankfully, before shifting his attention back towards his son, who was reaching for the cake. "Lemme cut you a slice okay? Maybe the koopalings want to try some later too."

Junior's frown immediately turned to a smile when he saw the generous slice his dad cut for him. "Thank you thank you thank you!"

Bowser smiled as Junior dug into the cake, before gesturing for Luigi to follow him. Despite dinner being surprisingly nice, he was a little hesitant to be left alone with Bowser, but after taking one more look at Junior's happy face he decided to follow along.

Bowser stopped once they were out of earshot from Junior, his eyes looking everywhere but at Luigi. "Luigi, I—I'm glad you've been coming over. Junior needs someone like you in his life."

"Gratzi Bowser. I'm happy to be here too."

Luigi hadn't realized it until he said it, but we was. He felt happy here, but it was a different kind of happy than when he was with Peach, or even his brother. He wasn't familiar with this new feeling.

"Would you like to have dinner again sometime? Maybe you could meet the other kids. O-or we could have dinner, just the two of us."

Luigi had never seen the Koopa King this flustered before. It was...cute, which wasn't a word he'd ever thought he'd use to describe Bowser. Luigi faked a cough to hide the red he was sure was spreading across his cheeks.

"Oh, uh, sure. I would love to."

[shingekinohyrulewrites]

Beyond the Kingdom

Being a Princess in a peaceful kingdom has led to a quiet life.

Until you are kidnapped by a man from a magical kingdom that you had no idea existed.

Read first chapter on AO3 here

Read previous chapter on AO3 here

CONTENT WARNING AHEAD:

Smut, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, creampie

It only took one day before wedding plans were put into motion. You had been shown a guest room, a surprisingly lavish room with a large, plush bed and your own private bathroom. Oikawa’s own personal quarters were right across from yours, and he had promised to see you as much as possible. Kageyama had become his right hand man again, with his privileges of seeing you revoked.

Two maids were assigned to help you daily. They were meek and pale, always silent as they helped you bathe and get dressed your first morning. Their hands lingered on your lower back, guiding you from your room down to the dining hall. Oikawa sat at the head of the table, the same obsidian crown on his head but lacking the cape. Kageyama sat to his right, eyes flicking to you briefly before returning to his meal.

“My bride-to-be, you look wonderful,” Oikawa greeted you brightly.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” you replied, sitting stiffly in the chair to his left.

“My royal advisors will be helping you plan our wedding,” he said. “They will be meeting with you shortly after we finish breakfast.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

He smiled, shaking open his napkin and placing it on his napkin.

“We will be married in two months. You will be my bride, and we will produce strong heirs to rule over our kingdoms.”

Kageyama’s hand tightened around his fork before it exploded into many pieces.

“Now, now, Kageyama,” Oikawa warned. “Remember who you report to now.”

He was silent, producing another fork with his magic before picking at his food. You watched him sadly, wishing so badly you could reach out to hold his hand in comfort. Instead you ate in silence, letting Oikawa run his mouth as you responded blankly. Once you were all finished with your meals, the two maids from before appeared and led you towards a large stone staircase. At the top of the landing, a large pair of double doors were open, revealing what appeared to be a study. A single man was standing, with two soldiers flanking behind him.

“Oh, Princess.”

The man sunk into a bow, gently reaching for your hand to press a soft kiss to the back of it. He stood, a good height but not intimidating or towering over you. His dark hair was spiky, a style that was different and unusual from what you had seen around your kingdom. A pair of dark brown eyes studied you, slightly annoyed, despite the rest of his face being blank. He wore a navy blue tunic tucked into brown pants, with a pair of dark boots to finish the look.

“You may call me Lord Iwaizumi. I will be your advisor while you are here.”

“A pleasure, Lord Iwaizumi,” you responded, giving him a polite curtsey.

“Come, have a seat. Let us discuss the semantics about the wedding.”

He gestured towards a pair of chairs, and you slowly made your way over and sat down.

"Now, let us start with the date. King Oikawa would like you both to be married in two months.”

***

Your first week in Kitagawa was spent planning the wedding. After your first meeting with Lord Iwaizumi, Oikawa had invited you to a private lunch in his quarters. You were nervous, unsure of what he was going to do. Instead, he had simply had lunch with you, presenting you with a ring to serve as a sign of your engagement.

The ring was gorgeous, there was no denying it. It was a blood red ruby, surrounded by a halo of diamonds that sparkled in the firelight in his quarters. The band was made of rose gold to match the color scheme. He slid the ring onto your finger effortlessly, grinning as he held your hand out for you to admire it.

“Beautiful, isn’t it? Just like you, my bride.”

Iwaizumi had also begun making a guest list with you, ultimately deciding who from your kingdom you could invite. In the end, only your parents were allowed to attend. He had asked for the other heads of the kingdoms you were friendly with in an effort to build their relationships with Kitagawa.

“You will be our bridge to make us strong,” he had smirked.

You hadn’t taken him for a wedding man, but he had asked you for a theme.

“A theme?” you had frowned.

“But of course. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but Kitagawa is rather . . . dreary.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” you muttered.

He laughed, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair.

“Well, what is the theme for your dream wedding?”

Your mind flickered to an image of a spring wedding, with a fresh breeze flowing in smelling of flowers. Standing at the altar was Kageyama, smiling affectionately at you as you walked slowly down a plush carpet, your father at your side.

“Spring,” you blurted out.

“Well spring it is,” Iwaizumi scribbled down.

***

The first month eventually came to an end. Although you considered yourself a prisoner, Oikawa surprisingly gave you a lot of freedom to wander about the castle. A soldier would accompany you, silently trailing behind you as you spent hours in the library or wandering the gardens. Despite your endless wandering, you had yet to see any sign of Kageyama.

“It’s been exactly one month, Princess.”

Oikawa was standing in your doorway, arms crossed as he grinned at you.

You were sitting in front of the fireplace, reading a book on Kitagawa flora when he knocked on your door. Fighting a grimace, you instead gave him a polite smile.

“Thank you for allowing me to go into the library. I am thoroughly enjoying the books I have been reading.”

“But of course. You will need to be comfortable for our life together.”

He bowed then, wishing you a good night before closing the door behind him. Sighing, you closed the book, gaze falling on the fire as you pondered your thoughts. Was this really what the rest of your life was going to look like? Was Oikawa going to be your husband?

Shivering, you stood and got closer to the fire in search of warmth. You put your hands out, closing your eyes as you relished in the heat.

“Princess.”

You jumped, whirling around as a scream got caught in your throat. Your heart began to thump wildly at the sight before you.

“K-Kageyama?!”

Before he could respond you threw yourself into his arms. He welcomed you with a tight hug, his scent making you emotional and nostalgic. You pulled back, eyes going wide with panic as you realized Oikawa might catch him.

“But won’t Oikawa -”

He shook his head.

“No, I’ve been practicing my magic in secret. I left a copy of myself in my room, but he won’t be able to recognize that it’s a copy.”

He gently sat down in the armchair, pulling you onto his lap. One hand came to rest on your lower back, holding you steady. Heat coursed through you at the close contact, and you had to fight the urge to kiss him.

“I’m sorry. Oikawa has been working hard to keep me away from you.”

“It’s okay,” you gave him a sad smile. “I’m just glad to see you.”

He studied your face, as if he was searching for some unspoken answer.

“I’m sorry. I haven’t been able to do much to help you.”

Before you could stop yourself you kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He froze for a second before responding, his lips moving softly against yours.

“I’ve missed you.”

You straddled his lap, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. A light flush settled on his cheeks, blue eyes slightly wide as he stared up at you.

“I wish I was marrying you instead, Kageyama.”

You kissed him again, but much more urgent this time. His hands moved to settle on your hips, gripping you tightly. He yanked you back, panting lightly as he tried to form the right words.

“We shouldn’t. Oikawa will -”

“Oikawa can kiss my butt,” you snapped.

He blinked rapidly before laughing, shaking his head as he rested it against your chest.

“Well, if you insist . . .”

His mouth was hot against yours, his tongue gently prodding your mouth to fully taste you. After a few moments he pulled away to kiss your neck, nibbling and licking the marks he left behind. His hands moved from your waist to the top of your nightgown, swiftly untying it before pushing you off of him. The nightgown fell slowly to the floor, leaving you in your undergarments.

“You are absolutely beautiful,” he whispered.

Your eyes flickered nervously towards the door. Although Oikawa had bid you good night, you were still worried that he would walk in unannounced to check on you. Kageyama gently placed a hand under your chin, turning your face to look at him.

“No one is going to come. I have a barrier cast over you.”

He kissed you again, his big hands engulfing your face as he deepened the kiss. He stood abruptly, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist. It didn’t take long for you to realize he was walking over to your bed in the adjoining room, where he plopped you gently onto the mattress.

“I do not care that you are betrothed to someone else,” he whispered. “I want you.”

“Will Oikawa know?” you whispered back, panic rising in your chest.

“I am doing everything I can to stop this wedding. Do not worry, my Princess.”

You glanced up at his face, studying it in the soft light. There was a fireplace in this room as well, and Kageyama lit it with a simple flick of his hand. You took a moment to study his face, observing the way his long eyelashes framed his cheeks, memorizing the sharp lines of his jaw and the blue shade of his eyes. One of your hands reached up shakily, cupping his cheek. He leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut as he relished in the warmth. You smiled softly, your heart swelling at the realization that Kageyama was here with you again.

He sat back on his knees, tugging his tunic over his head before working on his pants. You swallowed nervously, his underwear displaying his arousal as he clumsily shrugged out of his clothes. The both of you only had a single layer protecting your dignity, and you were nervous for him to see you completely bare. He must have sensed your nervousness because he reached forward to brush your hair away from your face.

“I think you are beautiful, and I will always think you are.”

Sucking in a deep breath, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his underwear and slowly began pulling it down. Your eyes went wide as his cock sprang free, revealing a dark patch of hair at the base. He cleared his throat and you slowly trailed your eyes along his body until you met his face.

“Is this okay?”

“More than okay,” you replied.

With shaking fingers you slid your underwear down before reaching behind you to unclasp your bralette. His eyes went wide upon seeing you naked, leaning forward to have you lay back down. You raised a hand slowly to caress his face, smiling up at him as his eyes continued to take in your body. He seemed to hesitate before leaning in, his lips pressing softly against your chest. You inhaled sharply, eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. He kissed the valley between your breasts before slowly moving to your right breast, his mouth gently nipping at your nipple. You let out a soft moan, your fingers clenching onto the sheets tightly.

“You taste divine,” Kageyama muttered, his voice shaky.

He lingered for a moment before moving to your other nipple, biting it gently this time. Your hand flew to his hair, pulling at the soft locks as he continued on, drawing more moans out of you. After a moment he pulled back, one hand moving down to pump himself slowly.

“If I’m hurting you too much, let me know. The last thing I want is to harm you.”

You shook your head.

“You have nothing to worry about, my love.”

Kageyama smiled and gave you a quick peck before settling back on his knees, his cock in one hand as he aligned himself with your entrance. You sucked in a breath, trying to will your body to relax as you felt the cockhead press at your slit.

“Relax,” he whispered into your ear, nipping at your neck gently in an effort to calm you.

The first push had you aching, your fingers scrambling to hold onto something. Kageyama stopped, murmuring sweet nothings into your neck before pushing a little bit more. The stretch was still painful, but somewhere behind it there was a twinge of pleasure. You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to angle your hips up to see if it would help. He slipped in a little more, a strangled grunt getting caught in his throat.

“S-so tight,” he croaked.

The pain had subsided, leading into a new, unfamiliar pleasurable sensation. Your hips lifted up more, trying to get more friction from him. Kageyama continued to push in before you felt his hips against yours, the skin flaming hot. The both of you stilled, breathing heavy as you both adjusted to the sensation.

“Kageyama, move.”

He immediately obeyed, his hips pulling back slowly before sharply smacking against yours. Your eyes flew open, your hands moving to wrap around his neck. His hands moved to settle alongside your head to steady himself as he kept on. Once he had a tempo figured out he sped up, the bed beginning to creak underneath you.

“You feel so good, Princess,” he gasped out.

An unfamiliar tightening was beginning to form deep in the pit of your stomach. You tightened your grip around him, trying to pull him somehow even closer to your body.

“K-Kageyama,” you moaned. “Harder.”

A loud squeal escaped as he humped you harder before stilling, moaning into your ear. You felt something warm spill into you, followed by what felt like spasms in your core. You sighed in pleasure, heart pounding and chest heaving. Kageyama pulled out and collapsed beside you, throwing an arm over his eyes.

“That was . . .”

“Amazing,” you finished his sentence, giggling softly.

He leaned onto his elbow to face you, eyes watching you with adoration.

“I meant what I said. I’m trying to do everything that I can to stop you from marrying Oikawa.”

“But how? I can’t think of a single way that you would be able to do that.”

“I have my ways,” he smiled. “Now sleep. You need your rest, sweet Princess.”   You suddenly felt sleepy, eyes heavy as you rested your head on his chest. The last thing you remembered was him gently pressing a kiss to your temple, followed by him whispering what sounded like I love you.