#the next movement is STILL in rotation

[cinamun]

I saw AND cared 😭

[crest-of-gautier]

got the badges for gone fission evp 400 + evp 600 yesterday! .52 gal, l-3 nozzlenose, dread wringer, and squiffer make for quite the synergistic team!

my peak was EVP 810 (appx 300-310% HL). my high score of 151 eggs was obtained somewhere in evp 300...? i'm pretty satisfied with how it went, even if i didn't get HLM or 9s.

some thoughts/reflections on good freelancing teams/traits to develop when trying to rank up in evp under the cut:

i think grinding this rotation was pretty fun- all of the weapons have excellent mobility and i think they cover for each other really well! the l-3 was not my favorite weapon going into it but i think i really enjoyed the accuracy and mobility of it, so it's a bit more favorable for me now :)

i ended up reaching a skill wall in EVP 760-780 where i could not get past wave 2 or 3 (usually for quota related reasons, the quota is BRUTAL! we'd miss it by like 4-5 ish... ofc this partially relates to how well bosses are handled).

the grind for evp was a mix of freelance and grouping up (freelance for 230 -> 440s, grouping up for 440 - 750~, and then testing myself in freelance for that last bit).

i enjoyed the bits of freelance i did, and from my playtime i think these were some of the key traits/practices that indicate "good salmon run skills" to me:

players that know their weapons role(s) and target the appropriate salmonid (but also being willing to break that when priority targets haven't been taken care of)

knowing when a teammate needs help (with a boss or being revived) or when the teammate has a situation under control (e.g. someone's already on the fishstick, you can do something else)

proactive use of specials when problem targets appear, preferably with no overlap (e.g. tri-strike and inkjet activated on the same flyfishes is not the best)

using specials like booyah bomb, triple splashdown, and reefslider to clear basket area in the last 30 seconds to help eggs get in (especially important past evp 600)

teams that paint the walls first thing (especially whoever had the dread wringer). all interior walls for fission can be painted within the first 10 seconds imo

forwarding eggs closer to the basket after splatting static bosses (throwing one egg, and then swimming up with one)

players with good judgment; knowing when to lure (mostly for initial boss spawns), and knowing when to leave the big shot cannon

being able to figure out which directions snatchers come from and what eggs they can help you collect

i think these practices all stem from having good awareness and being able to collect information about the shift. it helps with making snappy quick-fire decisions, and it just gets more important the higher up in EVP you go. camera positioning/control is essential for this (you can't figure out where bosses/teammates are if your back is turned to them).

for me, every 7-10 seconds, i like to rotate my camera around to the opposite side of where i'm currently looking to make sure there isn't any bosses i'm missing. i'm hardly in one place longer than 5-10 seconds and i try to always be on the move. the spawn direction where salmonids come from are always changing, so it's essential to rotate around the map proactively rather than reactively. i think this also helps a lot with shotcalling in groups too (since you can be someone else's pair of eyes).

other than boss spawns/teammate locations (for revives), i think it's also important to notice when certain bosses haven't been taken care of for prolonged periods of time too, so that a special can be popped. to me it's usually a sign that someone whose ill equipped to deal with that boss has been forced to deal with them because the people with the "right" weapon are focused on something else... (no fault to them, of course, everyone has different priorities and you can't always communicate clearly in freelance)

in situations where squiffers were chased by a pack of scrappers, perhaps a booyah bomb or splashdown can be popped to help if you don't have the time to stun and splat them manually. maybe the fish sticks were left unattended by the shooters, so a triple inkstrike or a crab/inkjet shot can help clear them out.

awareness also extends to meeting quota, which imo involves paying attention to the timer + where eggs are located. i find that it's nice to check in with the timer/quota at 50s and 30s respectively so that you can start forwarding eggs closer to basket. and when everyone's going crazy about quota not being met i try to make sure i'm not overstepping anyone else's egg pile so that no one goes "wait no thats the egg that i wanted to pick up fuck i have to go back and get a different one."

i think this is why sometimes playing in groups is easier. if you have more sets of eyes that you can communicate with, it alleviates the need to have awareness of "everything" (provided that you can comms effectively). someone can be attuned to different things (e.g. my friend always tells us where snatchers come from and if they're good, i'm personally attuned to where people need to be revived, etc.). you also know what specials you have access to, unlike in freelance where you're not sure what others have until they use them.

the other part of completing shifts successfully (to me) is being mechanically sound with your movement, mostly in regards to how you use the terrain (walls) to get around the map and escape situations. the more you play a map the more you'll figure out how you can move around on it.

some examples, using the location callouts from salmonrun.ink: there were a few times i'd go on the harbor but i could escape any salmonids in the bridge area by climbing the walls there and squidrolling out as needed. sometimes on high tide i would swim from the perch to the left plat.

sub-strafing is also good to know too, especially when you want to rapidly collect the basket eggs at the end. i still need to integrate it into other parts of my gameplay, but it's helpful!

uh. this was way longer than intended because i have WAY too many thoughts about salmon run. TL;DR: The key to succeeding your shifts is having good awareness which comes from good information collecting practices, and having the mechanical skill to act on that awareness without hesitation.

there's definitely a lot that goes on in sensory overload the game™, so it will take time to build these muscles and reaction times. i think while at every rank of salmon run you may face a wall of "i'm overwhelmed by the bosses," the exact fix needed to get past it usually varies, so it's important to figure out what information you were missing or what actions you could've taken (more efficient movement or special usage, usually).

or if you're struggling with quota, try to practice forwarding eggs or take a look where snatchers come from (even if people splat them, it's still a good practice 2 develop for later evp. source: i don't fucking do it and it's biting me in the ass)

and most importantly, recognize when you're in the midst of a loss streak/skill wall, so that you can take a break and focus on other things that energize you! even if there's a certain goal you want to meet, grinding for higher levels of EVP and getting better at the game can be a very exhausting process. you can always come back to the grind later, whether if it's after a 30 minute break, or just a different rotation!

[alastorss]

Could you maybe write something with Alastor and reader,

and reader gets hurt in the extermination and he cares for her? And maybe like she takes a nap on his lap and he just sorta falls asleep right next to her?

a/n: hello!! i sort of got carried away with this one and made it more sappy than i originally intended, but i hope you still like it! for context: the reader stepped into battle when alastor was hurt by adam and this is the aftermath :) hurt/comfort and fluff!

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Alastor has been eerily quiet since returning to the newly-rebuilt hotel, sutures and bandages in hand.

All his belongings, including his beloved cane, have been cast aside in lieu of medical supplies to be split between you. One measly box worth of gauze and sanitizing wipes. Definitely nothing to gawk at, but good enough.

He's stripped his shirt without any exchange of words. You know his silent request, too prideful to ask for your help verbally but desperation clear in his expression.

"Is this the only spot?" You ask, slowly stringing a suture through his skin. He hisses in pain—his only response. The demon doesn't even gratify you with his eyes anymore, opting to stare off into space as if his mind has taken a vacation elsewhere.

You frown but continue delicately stitching him, piecing him together until he's whole again. His back hits the dresser as he leans on it, body instinctively trying to crawl away from the stinging of the needle. Finally, you knot the end of the sutures and sigh in relief, reaching over to get something to clean the area.

"I'm glad this whole fiasco is over," you comment softly, knowing it won't make him look at you. "With their leader gone, maybe the angels will finally—"

"You disobeyed me," he suddenly snaps. "Why?"

You pause in your movements, blinking up at Alastor while he glowers at you. His eyes narrow into slits, half out of anger and half in a grimace.

"You were cornered. I couldn't just sit by and—"

"I told you to stay out of it," he interrupts again, slapping away your hand. You gasp, alcohol wipe hitting the floor beside you. Defiantly, you challenge him with a glare of your own.

"I'm trying to help, asshole!"

"I know, I know!" He explodes, obviously frustrated. "And look where it got you!"

He pinches your chin to tilt your head up toward him, rotating your face around so he can observe your wounds. A cut lip, a bruising eye—horrible reminders that sinners could be hurt. And you were no more of a sinner than he, much less an Overlord who knew the shape of a soul.

"You risked your life by intervening! What if you had been struck down, you fool?"

Alastor's voice is all panic and no composure, missing any semblance of that accent which is so beloved to him. You know he's telling you exactly what he feels, true emotions unburdened by the character he built for himself in the afterlife.

"So be it! It's no less a fate than what would have happened to you!" You emphasize by jabbing your finger just above his wounded abdomen, careful not to agitate his fresh stitches.

Wincing, he goes silent. It's unnerving how quiet it is again. You've gotten so used to the ambient buzz of his static, but with it missing, you can feel the hairs on the back of your neck pricking up in unease.

He still hasn't released your face, clawed fingers pinching your chin and holding you in place. It isn't until he feels the wetness of your tears pooling at the pads of his fingers that he recoils in surprise.

Sighing, he twists over to open new packs of wipes. You stay still while he carefully cleans your face, ignoring your little whelps of pain the best he can.

Once the blood is gone, he pauses. Then, his fingers gingerly wipe under your eyes, swiping away the globs of tears spilling down your cheeks.

You are pitiful right now, he thinks. Though he probably looks no better.

"I'm sorry," you hiccup. "I don't mean to make you worry."

His expression softens, though his viscous smile remains. You can see it in his eyes—something genuine buried beneath his act.

"I don't want you to die," you admit quietly.

"I wouldn't dream of it, my dear."

You laugh dryly, wiping up your tears on your own with your bloodied sleeves.

"But you almost did. What would I do without you?"

The question is rhetorical, but something vile still swirls violently in your stomach at the idea. As if knowing what's going through your mind, he grabs you by the cheeks and forces you to meet his stare again.

"Not another word out of you," he demands.

His gaze flicks to the bruising under your eye, flesh already discoloured and swelling. "Got a remedy?" You grumble.

Alastor shakes his head but leans in anyway, pressing a chaste kiss just below the swelling. His lips linger on your skin for a moment before he pulls away, amused by your stunned expression.

He invades your space again, this time kissing the crown of your head. Speaking into your hair, he whispers, "I will be more careful. I promise."

"And I'll think before charging into battle after you," you chuckle softly, overwhelmed by his warmth.

Slowly, he tugs you along and sits you on the sofa. He brushes the hair from your eye and takes the opportunity to look at it under better lighting. Just like that, he vanishes, melting into the shadows. When he reappears in front of you, he has cold packs. In a place so warm, they are of little use. But they are better than nothing, he supposes.

Groaning in pain, he seats himself beside you and allows you to slot under his arm. Two demons seeking comfort and companionship curled up together—any other Overlord would laugh.

But Alastor knows what it means to be loved, to have someone who would stand in front of a lethal blow for him, to be stitched back together by your hands.

In the safety of each others' presence, you both fall asleep with the faint hum of static filling the air.

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[izvmimi]

A typical Thursday night has you and Izuku both home early and on this night in particular, you find yourself straddling him in bed, his body prone and back exposed to you so you can knead his shoulder and back muscles in a makeshift massage.

You let gentle pulses of electricity smooth and relax each muscle, carefully tracing along each roughened and scarred patch of skin for new scars, and gently rotate his joints. You’re not as good as the physical therapist who works at your new hospital, but you’re good enough, and as you feel your husband’s body ease up whatever has him tense, you feel a satisfaction deep in your chest. Slowing down your movements, you let your body lay against him, chest to back.

“Do you feel better?” you ask.

His face is still muffled into the pillow as he murmurs “yes.” You wonder if he’s started to fall asleep, but he reaches his arms overhead and backwards to reach for your head, then patting it gently once he’s found it. You laugh at the way he fumbles to look for it at first and roll off his body so that you’re next to him, and he turns onto his side, pulling you in closer, while beaming.

“Not to say that that new healer isn’t great, but it just doesn’t feel the same when it’s not you.”

You pout a little.

“Oh, what’s she doing wrong?” you ask, quick to offer constructive feedback. He frowns for a second, wondering if he misspoke, then instead presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I don’t think it’s anything wrong per se, it’s just-” he trails off for a moment then pauses, thinking about the best way to phrase the next sentence, then continues - “she’s not you.”

He tries to keep his voice light and not demanding to make sure that you don’t feel any guilt, but it’s hard not to. The few months where you worked in the same agency as Izuku must have made him so happy, and you easily recall the practical smile on his face when you arrived as part of the salvage and resuscitation crew or whenever he walked into the infirmary and you were free. 

But the truth of the matter is that hero work wasn’t your calling in that manner and would never be, and he understands that. You've just started at your new place a few months ago, and the adjustment is hard, but you've seemed overall happy even if you're no longer together as often.

He must sense the twinge of discomfort because he cups your face, kissing you first on the lips before pulling back and giving you a reassuring nod.

“I know it’s an unfair standard to meet though,” he says. “How can anyone compare to my perfect wife?”

The way he lays it on thick makes you chuckle.

“I need you to adjust your standards a bit, you’re just far too used to me.”

He makes a show of rolling his eyes, but wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you so that you’re on top of him. 

“I think you should allow me to praise you,” he says.

“Not to someone else’s detriment,” you protest, pressing your chin to his chest as you look at him. 

He frowns. “I didn’t say ‘the healer at my job sucks’, all I said is it doesn’t feel the same. Maybe, just maybe, I just like the extra love I feel when you touch me.”

You grin, now filled with mischief. “Well, maybe I could offer her some pointers in that respect too...”

His nose crinkles. “Stop that right now.” He holds you tighter, and you let your legs kick as he rocks the both of you back and forth playfully.

“Regardless, you always have me to come back to and I’ll always be willing to kiss your booboo so don’t be too sad,” you add.

He laughs, petting your head. “I’m just being a baby, aren’t I?”

“A little, but you’re my baby,” you remind him, as you cuddle, but you make note of the additional indirect message that he always loves and misses you too.

[tricoloreddango]

Thinking of…lazy sex with Toji

Cw: fem! reader, slow and soft smut, fingering, fluffy, I wrote this in ten minutes

Not suitable for minors!

Toji coming home after his business was done, and wanting to do nothing but be lazy with his pretty wife. He throws himself at the couch, not even bothering to go and eat dinner waiting for him in the kitchen yet. A tv remote in his hand and bottle in other, feeling drowsy, yet he still feels something is missing.

That is you, naturally.

He wished to feel the curve and warmth of your body pressed to his side, maybe spilling pretty-as-his-wife noises for him too. So when he finally saw you leave your bedroom, smiling nicely for him when you saw your husband home, he did feel home.

“Come here, darling. Give your husband a kiss,” he said with a yawn, and patted a spot next to him on the sofa, not even sitting up. When you came closer, he pulled you down, wrapping his arms around you and messing up with your lips. He chuckled when you squirmed at the taste of beer on his tongue.

As you both watched some random show, nothing really worth any attention, you felt his hand lazily slip into your panties under your shorts. You let Toji play with your folds, your little pearl, and finally sink two of his thick fingers into you, dragging them back and forth and creating sticky mess, as he ground into you from behind. His pace was slow and gentle, matching his current temper, but he made sure to curve his fingers and hit all the right spots in your spongy walls.

It was his thumb on your clit, that finally shattered your gathered pleasure, giving you a pleasant, first orgasm of the day. It wasn’t a best one he could pull out of you, but it was simply perfect when you both were so relaxed. With Toji lying behind you, your head fell onto his shoulder in limp motion.

Toji turned off the television, before he, with no hurry, slid down both yours and his bottoms down, not fully removing them. He gathered his now hard and leaking precum cock, before stroking his tip between your glistening and slightly swollen pussy lips, making you shudder lightly in anticipation and pleasant stimulation. Toji finally pushed himself inside of you, still behind you, not even desperate to do it all at once, as he wanted to savior the feeling of gradually disappearing into your warmth and squeeze. The slow stretch, it anchored and made you melt into him, when he grabbed your hips with not really squeezing but just holding.

You slowly shook your hips back and forth, helping him with making you both feel good with small grinds as a starter meal, and Toji finally started to move when sheathed inside of you fully. His pace was unnerved, but he kept his thrusts deep, not letting you feel empty for more than necessary. You found yourself fixated in the trance of your husband’s movements, especially when he was so kind to plant gentle kisses on your nape and fondle your breasts carefully.

“Good girl…that’s my pretty wife…” Toji groaned into your ear, his hand now on your abdomen to press your tummy and make you feel him from inside better, making you mewl and moan for him like a music to his ears. “So warm and tight for your husband…”

A few more good, deep thrusts, and you were coming on him, making your pussy twitch around him. He didn’t have to wait much longer either, he couldn’t even when you were milking him so nicely with your grip and twitch, when he finally spilled inside of you with a content low moan.

Toji let you both calm down, rubbing your belly in rotation of laziness, before he was grabbing a nearest tissue from a coffee table to wipe you and dress you up. He was eager to simply have himself come back to be soaking in your heat and cuddling with you, before you both would fall into a nap like two, lazy cats.

Freaky Toji is nice but lazy husband Toji comes more naturally imo

[xoluvx]

#1 “this billie”

smut

This Billie loves to talk you through it. She savors the small moments and victories. She puts you first, always. Doesn't matter where you are. Oh, she just finished recording live versions of her new album’s songs? Yeah, doesn't matter she'll say goodbye to everyone, take your hand, walk you straight to that car and get you home.

"I need you, Billie." You whimper clinging to her arm in the back seat of the car.

"Yeah, baby girl?" She'll ask with that sexy ass voice. It's low and lustful. Her hand rests on your thigh inching up your warm skin, dancing along the hem of your skirt.

She'll do anything to keep her girl happy. She loves knowing she's the only one who can do the job for you. She accepts it happily and takes it very seriously.

When you finally get home, your hand is securely in hers as she leads you to the room. You sit on the bed, back straight waiting for her next move. She stands between your legs, holding your chin as she places the most delicate kiss on your lips. You extend your neck to reach her, hands resting on her arms as she cups your face still kissing you tenderly.

"What do you want, princess?" she asks against your lips and you squirm at the nickname.

"You. I want you," you plead tightening your grip around her arms. Billie pushes you down gently on the bed hiking your skirt. She peppers kisses up your thigh until your underwear is exposed and she nods approvingly at the pair.

She hooks her fingers around the waistband pulling them down your legs before slipping them into the pocket of her blazer. She bits her lip watching your legs spread for her.

"Lay on the pillows," she instructs calmly and you move your body to the middle of the bed, draping your head over the pillows as she sits next to you. Her finger runs between your folds and you're already blinded by pleasure. She only has to rotate her fingers a few times before you're a whimpering mess.

“I-“ you moan tossing your head further onto the pillows, muscles contracting.

“Use your words, baby,” she coos touching your forehead with her free hand before bringing it down to caress your cheek. “You can do it,” she encourages holding your chin. Her lips part anticipating the sound of your jagged voice.

“I want to cum,” you whimper opening your eyes catching her gaze. She feels your swollen bud under her fingertip as she moves painstakingly slow. She’s wise with her movements like she's cracking a bomb, but really she's only bringing you closer to exploding.

“What else do you want?” She asks sucking on her bottom lip, eyes waiting for your response. She looks so good in that stupid blazer she hasn’t taken off and those glasses like she’s studying your body and learning all the places that make you tick except she already knows and that’s why she’s depriving you. Knowing she’s giving you exactly what you want. What her princess yearns.

“Fingers,” you croak fisting the sheets.

“Yeah, I have fingers and what do you want with them?” She asks innocently running her finger down your pussy letting the tip dip into your hole before running back up to your clit. She holds back a smile when you wince pushing back the strand of hair that falls on her face. God, she looks so sexy and it drives you mad.

"I want your fingers-" you inhale intoxicated by the simplest of touches. "-in my pussy," you exhale.

“That wasn't so hard was it?" she replies cockily slipping two fingers into your needy pussy. She loves the way you toss your head back biting your lip. She lifts your shirt pulling down your bra haphazardly breaking your breasts free from their restraints.

She pinches your nipple and your chest rises off the bed, fingers thrusting into your cunt.

"How does that feel?" she asks. The glasses that rest on her nose are slowly slipping and she's watching you over the frames. When you don't respond, she pinches your nipple again and you moan.

"Good. That feels-" your voice breaks. "-good."

She smiles approvingly as the pace of her fingers increase and she slips another finger in and now she’s three fingers deep, thumb rubbing your clit.

“Oh my god,” you hum in delight and close your eyes sliding your hands under the pillows holding onto them for support. As she finger fucks you, knuckles deep in your pussy.

“You’re taking it so well,” her voice is soft but sultry.

“Mmhm,” you nod looking down at her. Your brows are furrowed, your lips are parted, your toes as curling and your thighs are closing around her arm.

“No,” Billie murmurs firmly and holds your thigh to stop you. “You can take it,” she encouraged coming down to kiss your thigh. Her lips are so soft almost ghostlike on your burning skin. They seer into your thigh as you squirm in her grip.

“Please,” you gasp for air and press your eyes shut. You bite your bottom lip.

“Please what?” She asks as if she doesn’t feel your walls clenching around her fingers threatening to collapse any second.

“Please, please-“ you’re out of air, but your chest feels full. Each time you curl your toes, you get closer and closer to the edge. You want to jump.

“Please what?” She asks again through gritted teeth and sped up fingers. But she’s gently touching your thigh.

“Please, may I cum?” You ask. Your lids flutter open and you’re met with her powerfully sweet gaze and toothy grin.

“Of course, angel.” Her voice is laced with sugar. She hears you gasp contently.

Your body shakes, your walls throb against her fingers, you’re whimpering uncontrollably. Your muscles are contracting.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Let it out,” she purrs moving her fingers slowly. She’s near your face now. Strands of hair fall from behind her ears and near your face. She kisses your forehead as she talks you down. Then your cheek. Then your lips are touching yours so purely. No rush.

“You did so well,” she mutters against your lips and you smile feeling pride in yourself.

“Thank you,” you swallow still blissed out from your orgasm. She pulls her fingers out slowly and you wince.

“Anything for my princess,” she smiles before licking her fingers as you watch.

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[holmsister]

Kabru is sat next to this hot blonde in the blunt rotation at some party and they keep talking about random shit but they ARE hot and kabru is too polite to stop them so he's sort of listening with one ear and then like

L: AND THE ALPHA THING COMES FROM A POORLY-CONDUCTED STUDY ON WOLVES FROM SEVERAL PACKS FORCED TOGETHER IN CAPTIVITY AND-

K: *suddenly waking up from a mild slumber* oh its like the Zimbardo prison experiment.

L: the. What.

K: *talking at the speed of light out of fear Laios will stop him* in the seventies this psychologist called Zimbardo at the University of Harvard wanted to see how violence worked in humans so he enlisted students for a big behavioural study and divided them in two group - prisoners and prison guards - and gave the "guards" leeway in how they chose to enforce their authority on the "prisoners" which led to such a level of escalating abuse the experiment had to be stopped long before the agreed date and for decades this has been cited as PROOF humans will inherently take advantage of situations to abuse others but the experiments was demonstrably built extremely badly from conception and most serious researches dismiss it now but it STILL gets quoted all the time as proof humans are inherently evil and shit. Sorry.

L: ...why are you apologising.

K: I went on a weird rant on you.

L: that wasn't weird! That was super interesting actually. I didn't realise experiments on this sort were conducted on humans.

K: well. They usually aren't nowadays for a variety of- are you sure you want me to keep talking? You were talking about wolves.

L: oh but I actually want to hear so we can compare!

K: ...isnt it weird that I know so much about this sort of thing?

L: not at all!

K: *really hot for this stranger all of a sudden* uh. Ah. So. The behaviourist movement-

[lcriedlastnight]

Y/n is feeling sick and Oscar is worried so they go to the doctor and find out that y/n is pregnant

thanks for your request babes!

tw: fem!reader, pregnancy (yes that is it's own warning), sick and being sick, swears maybe, lmk if you want me to add anything else.

w/c: 1.6k

you were sick constantly, whether it be a headache, or stomachache, feeling like you just had a general cold or literally vomiting it felt like you were feeling one of them all of the time, in a cruel rotation.

the only times you were actually sick and not just feeling nauseous was when you had drank a little too much (and were maybe on the verge of alcohol poisoning) or if your period cramps were so bad, it made you sick.

you were surmising that it was the latter as you sat on the cold flooring of the bathroom. one hand was clutching the toilet seat and the other was holding your hair back to prevent it from hanging in your face. you had never really been sick before your period had actually started before but you had felt a mild discomfort in your abdomen and had chalked it up to that, even though the pain was nothing like what you usually experienced during that time of the month.

being sick in the hotel bathroom as oscar slept in the next room, resting for the race later on in the day was not how you had planned on spending the morning but it seemed like that was what was going to happen. you were not alone for long though as the australian padded through once his body registered the warmth missing from the bed. he calls your name and you try to reply but you feel surge of sickness wash through you as you hunch over the seat. the bathroom door is closed but oscar knows that if he asks if he can come inside, you would just tell him no. he comes in anyways.

you hear a consoling hum as you retch again, oscar's hand replacing the one holding your hair back, his spare hand coming to rub big, comforting circles on your back, encouraging you to bring it all up.

you whimper through your spells of sickness as you finally feel the urge to be sick ebb away. you rest your weak body against oscar's as his hand continues its soft movements. oscar's mouth presses many light kisses into your hair as he lets you rest on the floor to recover.

"y'alright, love?" oscar asks after a few beats of still silence. he feels a nod against his chest.

"think it's just my time of the month coming." you inform him. you feel oscar's hum of disagreement before you hear it. it confuses you.

"you're not due your period for another week and a bit yet, honey." oscar tells you. you feel too sick to even acknowledge that he knows your cycle off by heart. this would be something you would review when you felt a little better.

"must've come earlier. 've got the cramps and the sickness, just waiting for the blood. you know what it's like anyways, it only really lasts a day then i'm alright again." you mumble as you pick yourself up and grab your toothbrush, desperate to get the vomit taste out of your mouth. oscar stands behind you, supporting you the entire time. he nods at your words and does not tell you that he thinks it is a little weird that you were getting your usual period symptoms but not the actual period. he just prays you are better once you have had a nap. you both head back to the bed and oscar pulls you to his own body so tightly you would think you had a habit of running off and leaving him in the middle of the night.

it turns out that you are not better once you guys wake back up and you do not even feel well enough to make it to the paddock to watch your boyfriend race. although oscar has his reservations about you leaving you alone in the hotel room when you were not feeling the best, there was not much he could really do. it was not like he could just take the day off to nurse you back to health with his comforting and warm touch. you watch the race from the hotel room, cheering him on and home when he gets p4, narrowly missing out on a podium.

"you'll get them next time." is your first words to him when he returns to the hotel room, later on that afternoon. oscar just grunts and questions you about your wellbeing. after you tell him you do not feel any better and that you maybe even feel a little more sick than what you did this morning, he knows this is nothing to do with your monthly cycle. he is not exactly sure what it could be but he knows he has to get you to a doctor as soon as you were both back home.

the flight home was probably one of the worst travelling experiences you have ever had in your entire life. oscar held your hand the whole way home but it did nothing to ease the cramps in your stomach and the sicky feeling resting in your throat. as soon as the plane was touching your home soil and oscar had internet again he booked an emergency appoinement at the doctors for you, not wanting you to have to go a second longer without relief than what you need to.

oscar just takes you both straight to the doctor's office, bags full of your clothes from the weekend flung in the backseat and boot of the car as he parks up in the car park opposite the office. with the way oscar was acting and treating you, some would think you were on deaths door.

oscar urges you to sit as he explains your problems to the receptionist. after a few moments the boy joins you, leg jumping in nerves.

"'y'seem more nervous than me, osc. i'll be fine." you tell him, hand coming to stop his restless leg. oscar smiles at you, kind but his eyes are full of nerves.

"i know. just want you better now instead of later, honey." oscar's hand coming to rest atop yours.

it is not too log after that the doctor comes out and asks you to follow her into the own office at the end of a very long and very white corridor.

the doctor tells you both to make yourself comfortable in the seats in front of you as oscar immediately jumps into rhyming off all of your symptoms and what you had both thought it was previously.

"so you had thought it was just period pains but your period hasn't come yet?" she checks, earning a nod from you and oscar in unison. she frowns in thought before her next words come and take you and oscar, both by surprise.

"and have you taken a pregnancy test?" she asks. you look at her shocked at the words, never even taking the premise of being pregnant into consideration. now that she had mentioned it all these symptoms did all point towards being pregnant. oscar turns his head to face you, hand still gripping yours from when he had helped you along the corridor but now his hold felt like it was ten times tighter.

you clear your throat before you reply, "uh, no i didn't even think about that being a possibility." you tell her honestly. she grins back and walks over to a drawer attached to some cabinet neat the door. she pulls out a more medical looking pregnancy test.

"it's alright, this happens more often than you would think. why don't you go and pee on this and we can tell you for sure if it is that or if we should start looking into something else entirely." the doctor hands you the test and leads you into a toilet just across the hallway. oscar waits nervously in the office with the doctor.

you return a few minutes later, hands shaking as you hand the test to the doctor. you sit back down on the chair as your hand slinks towards oscar's again, longing to feel that familiar touch, sending waves of solace through your nervous body.

the words echo around your brain as the doctor confirms that you are in fact pregnant. it feels like every single emotions runs through you at the news and you really do not know what to think right now. you think you hear the doctor say that she would give you both a minute and then the close of the door, meaning you and oscar were alone. you try and blink yourself back down to earth.

"i'm pregnant." you say, still not believing it. oscar has tears in his eyes as he nods and brings you into a crushing hug, before he loosens it, not wanting to crush his baby even though you were no where near close to showing yet.

"aren't we too young, oscar? are you sure you want this with me?" you worry, hands wringing at the back of his neck.

"i've never doubted that you were the person that i wanted to do this with. it might be a little earlier than i planned but i swear this is all i've ever wanted since i asked you out." oscar admits with a heavy voice and teary eyes. you canot even help but grin at his words.

you were still petrified but at least you had oscar in this and you knew he was here every single step of the way. there was no one else better to do any of this with than him, that you were one hundred percent sure of.

[shockercoco]

Shambles

Feyd Rautha x reader

Warnings - 18+, smut, knife kink, blood kink, fingering, oral (f! receiving, squirting, penetration

Word count - 2783

a/n - request: "Hi! Your fic Bloodlust (feyd) has me in SHAMBLES. 🥵😂 I’m so in love with it!!!!" - read the rest of the request here @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascalI . I got this request about 4 months ago, but I've just been so distracted with college that, as you can see, I've taken forever to get to it. I do want to be more active on tumblr, but I'm also writing a feature length screenplay on the side. As always, tysm for the love while I've been gone and your patience, and I hope you guys enjoy :)

“Which one do you suggest, my darling?” Feyd asks you, his bare back to you.

You look over at Feyd from your place on the bed, who stands in front of his walls of weapons. His fingers ghost over a few before glancing back at you, waiting for an answer. His injury from his fight is no longer leaking on his arm, but your red handprints are still very much visible on his body.

You know he means to use one of the weapons on you, but hearing him say those words out loud made your throat dry and heat drip from your opening. You feel your walls clench around nothing at what’s to come. “For what?” you innocently ask.

Feyd doesn’t take his eyes off of the wall when he answers, “You know exactly what I mean.”

You hate the fact that this situation is turning you on, when it should be doing the exact opposite. Turning on your side, you point towards a weapon. “How about that one right there?”

Feyd turns his head to look at you, and then follows to where your finger is pointing – the smallest knife on the wall. It honestly looks kind of pathetic next to the others. He smirks to himself already knowing you would choose something like that. “Are you sure? That one’s kind of tiny, don’t you think something more commanding would be more fitting for a woman such as yourself?”

“Big things come in small packages,” you tell him, giving him a small shrug.

You know Feyd’s extremely skilled with almost any weapon in existence, and you trust him enough to know that he wouldn’t hurt you on purpose, but that still doesn’t stop the fact that he’ll be putting an actual blade to your skin.

Feyd’s eyes linger on you for a second, before breathing out a small laugh and removing the tiny knife from its place on the wall. The knife is barely longer than the distance from his wrist to the tips of his fingers, but it’s still sharp and intimidating. He rotates it in his hand, watching in excitement the light catch it, before turning away from the wall.

You feel your heartbeat speed up as Feyd walks towards the bed, his strides slow on purpose as he continues to rotate the knife in his hand. Your gown is gone, but your body still feels hot. He stops right in front of the bed and looks down at you, his smirk never faltering.

Feyd lets out a small hum as his eyes travel up and down your bare body, your soaked panties being the only thing giving you some sort of coverage as they cling to your opening. You would be lying if everything pooling in your panties was from your previous orgasm. 

You shift a little as he stares at you, starting to feel uncomfortable. His smirk widens as he notices your movement. He knows how much you hate his intense gaze – that is when it’s on you. You enjoy watching Feyd stare down his opponent in the arena.

“Should I clean myself up for the lady before we get started?” Feyd questions, referring to the blood stains on his bare torso.

“No,” you don’t hesitate, but watching Feyd’s expression makes you regret how eager you just sounded.

Feyd’s eyebrows raise in amusement. “Well, look at you. You’re changing, my love, and I’m enjoying every second.”

“You’re a bad influence,” you tell him, to which he nods in agreement.

He only admires you for a moment longer before sinking to his knees in front of the bed. You let out a small squeal as he grabs you by the ankles and pulls you towards his face, your legs now dangling off of the edge of the bed. You push yourself up onto your elbows to keep him in view.

Feyd’s smirk seems to turn sinister as he’s now face to face with your covered cunt, his eyes mimic the shade they turn when he’s in the arena. You begin to feel like his prey. Feyd’s mouth waters at the fact that your wetness has made your panties almost transparent, allowing him to see the outline of you and your sweetness pooling at your entrance.

A gasp leaves your lips as Feyd lays the flat side of the blade on the skin of your leg, gently tracing up to your thigh and then to the edge of your panties. Goosebumps form on your skin at the feeling of the cold metal floating across you.

You watch as Feyd carefully places the blade over you through your panties, making your body slightly jump as you feel everything through the thin fabric. Your body feels as if it’s buzzing, and Feyd’s just getting started.

Feyd tears his eyes away from between your legs to look you in the eyes, giving you a questioning look as he looks for any sign of you wanting him to stop. When Feyd doesn’t see anything, he continues his movements.

Given the extreme sharpness of the tiny weapon, it only takes a small press for your panties to begin tearing. Once the fabric has been rendered useless, Feyd tosses it aside and moves his face closer to your cunt, enjoying the way your hole winks at him.

His eyes close as he breathes in your scent, a pleased sound leaving him as he smirks. Your hips jerk as he places a thumb on your clit and begins to rub tiny circles into you, before running his thumb up and down your slit. Your eyes close and your head tips back at the feeling.

“Looks like I already prepped you well,” Feyd says, mainly to himself as he watches his thumb move along your folds with satisfaction. A clicking sound forms from your wetness being spread around.

He quickly dips the tip of his thumb into your opening before pulling it back out and going back up to give attention to your clit. A small whimper leaves your lips as your back hits the bed, no longer having the strength to hold yourself up. Your limbs already feel weak.

You suddenly feel something stiffer and harder touch your clit. You glance down to see Feyd rubbing the tip of the knife’s handle into you. Your mouth falls open as your hips subconsciously begin to move. 

Feyd then slides the handle of the knife through your folds, spreading your lubricant around the handle. He clenches his jaw as he feels himself grow hard from the sight before him and the sounds of your pants growing louder in his ears.

Once the handle seems to be coated enough, he dips it further down for it to prod at your entrance. Your hands grip the bed sheets in anticipation at what’s to come, nerves flooding your stomach as your heart continues its fast pace.

“Just do it al-,” you begin to say, but cut yourself as you feel Feyd apply more pressure and push the handle into your welcoming opening. A gasp leaves your lips at the off yet enjoyable feeling of the ridges along the handle rubbing along your inner walls. Your head falls back against the bed as Feyd pushes and pulls. 

The grasp Feyd has on the actual blade is not too tight, but the blade’s edges are still digging into his palm. Feyd lips part as he watches the handle repeatedly disappear inside of you, the corners of his mouth twitching. He quickly swallows when he feels his mouth start to water in hopes to keep himself under control.

“You’re such a pleasant sight, my love,” Feyd muses. “I could look at you all day.”

But when he says this, he never takes his eyes away from you dripping opening. The grip you have on the sheets tightens as you moan at his words

“Oh my god,” you mewl, your eyes rolling towards the back of your skull.

The sound of your slick grows louder the longer Feyd continues his motions – this just turns you on more. You can feel yourself dripping onto the fabric underneath your body. Your back arches as your hips move with Feyd’s hand. Everything is so lewd and unlike anything you’ve ever done.

“Feyd-,” you breathe out, accidentally cutting yourself off with a whimper. Your body is trembling and you can already feel yourself approaching the end.

“I know, I know,” Feyd coos, finally looking up at your blissed out expression. He smirks at the way the back of your head digs into the sheets, your eyes squeezed closed with pretty noise repeatedly leaving your lips. Feyd notices your squirming becoming more evident and does everything he knows to bring you to the edge.

He suddenly pulls the handle out of your cunt and tosses it aside on the bed, your walls desperately clamping around nothing at the sudden loss. Your eyes open in confusion as you tilt your head down at him. He doesn’t give you a chance to question him before he’s shoving two long fingers inside of you.

“Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes!” you cry as Feyd curls his fingers along your sweet spot.

Feyd places his unoccupied hand on your stomach to pin your body to your bed and to give himself more leverage to roughly finger you.

“Come on,” Feyd grunts to himself.

It doesn’t take much longer for your climax to arrive, causing every inch of your body to feel tight and loose at the same time. Your mouth opens, but no sound comes out as your eyes widen and roll back.

“Fuck!” you pathetically sob out. The wet squelches of your cunt grow louder as Feyd’s fingers contine.

Your arousal comes out in spurts around his fingers – some landing along his palm and forearm while the rest pools onto the soaked sheets. Feyd tries to prolong your squirting as long as possible, his smirk never faltering as he uses more force to hold your body down. The crazed look on his face doesn’t go unnoticed by you, and you hate the warm feeling beginning to form again in your stomach.

You squeal as you blindly bring a hand between your legs, your thighs closing around his hand. This has no effect on Feyd at all. You choke and pant as you use your shaky hands to try and crawl away from the tortuous pleasure. A deep chuckle leaves Feyd’s chest as he allows you to pull away and watches as you push yourself back to the headboard.

Your chest heaves as you stare at the ceiling to help you collect yourself. This, though, causes you to miss the wonderful view of Feyd removing your juices from his fingers with his mouth. He groans as his lips surround his fingers and his tongue savors your flavor. Your sweet taste doesn’t help the thick bulge growing in his underwear, but Feyd finds the pain pleasurable.

“What a mess you’ve made,” Feyd muses.

The thin layer of sweat covering your body contributes nothing to how deliciously filthy you feel. A constant buzz is running through your limbs and your head feels light. Your eyes catch the sight of the abandoned knife a couple inches from your body – the wetness coating the handle can be easily seen.

You’re brought out of your little daze with the feeling of large hands wrapping around your ankles. 

“Don’t tell me you’re tapping out already? You would think I’ve trained you better than that with the many nights we’ve shared,” Feyd’s tone is condescending as he talks, his expression smug.

Nothing comes to your mind that seems worth it to say, so you just stay silent and continue to try and catch your breath.

“Come on, my sweet, I know you have more in you,” Feyd purrs as he pulls you back down to the end of the bed.

Just as your heart rate was about to return back to normal, you feel it pick back up again at the meaning behind his words. Your legs feel limp, so it’s easy for Feyd to spread them apart and place his face between them, his eyes never leaving yours.

His warm breath tickles your sensitive opening, causing goosebumps to appear across your skin as you tremble in his hold. Feyd moves his attention to your messy folds, which take up his field of view in such a perfect way. He blows a puff of air onto your cunt and watches as your body jumps and your walls clench around nothing as your arousal continues to seep out.

You can help but let out a soft moan at the feeling.

Feyd sticks his tongue out to give you a small kitten lick before slipping his tongue back into his mouth. Your thighs go to close again, but Feyd keeps them apart with his hands. He tosses your legs over his shoulders to make sure your precious cunt is as close as possible to his face.

“Feyd, baby,” you softly whimper out as you look down at him.

“Will you let me have a taste? A powerful woman such as yourself deserves to be cleaned up,” Feyd teases as his eyes meet yours again, “Don’t you think?”

You let out a small whimper as Feyd begins to place light kisses on your trembling inner thighs. He doesn’t break eye contact as he waits for your answer.

“What do you say?” he questions, hovering his mouth over your drooling cunt.

“Yes, just do it,” you weakly breathe out.

Feyd barely lets you finish your sentence as he dives into your opening, swiping and licking up every bit of your arousal he can find. He begins to thrust his tongue in and out of your opening, making you whine. Despite your sensitivity, you buck your hips into his face, giving Feyd deeper access to you as he holds you tight against him.

Feyd groans against your folds, sending the vibrations through every nerve ending in your body. You choke on a moan as a gasp leaves your lips and your back begins to arch again. Feyd slips his tongue out to place it on your clit, wrapping his lips around your swollen bud and gently sucking before sliding back into you.

It doesn’t take long for you to be brought to the edge of your next orgasm with the way he’s messily lapping at your folds. He feels your thighs begin to shake even more and doesn’t get deterred when he feels you tighten them around his head.

Your body begins to thrash in his hold, but Feyd only tightens his hold on your body as he continues to shove his tongue in and out of you. When you feel Feyd move a hand and place his thumb on your clit, you immediately fall apart – repeatedly bucking your hips into his face as your hands scramble along the sheets to try and find something to grab ahold of.

Only when Feyd finally pulls his lips away from you is when your body relaxes in his grip. Feyd hums as he licks your juices from his lips, closing his eyes to savor the taste. You don’t get much time to calm down before Feyd is removing the rest of his clothing, situating his hips between your thighs, and letting his aching cock rest against your abdomen. 

You feel yourself throb as you look down at his length on your abdomen, watching it twitch and the precum slowly leak from the tip.

“I hope you’re ready for another, darling. After all, I still haven’t had my release,” Feyd sends a fake pout your way. You want to roll your eyes at him, but you barely have energy left. 

“Baby…I can’t,” you whine, and Feyd just shakes his head.

Feyd places a gentle hand against your cheek as places his forearms on either side of your head, trapping you with his arms. He moves his lips towards your ear to whisper, “You can, and you will. I believe in you.”

Your inner walls clench around nothing at his tone and the feeling of his warm breath tickling your neck. Feyd doesn’t give you a chance to say another word before lining himself up with your entrance, meeting no resistance from your soaked and welcoming opening.

The both of you share a moan as he pushes all the way in. Feyd leans his head onto your shoulder, needing a second to get control himself as he feels your tight, warm walls sucking him in. You can’t see the way his eyes roll to the back of his skull and his jaw clenches, before his hips begin to move against yours.

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[libbyfandom]

Mizu's Little Shadow

You finish sewing the tear in your daughter's small kimono, tugging the end into a knot and snipping off the excess. You hold up the piece of clothing to your eye level and shake it out. "Little moon, come here," you call for her as you inspect it. It looks well, but you want her to try it on to see if your stitch will hold up to her energetic movements.

When you don't hear the patter of you six year old's little feet you call her again. No answer. Standing up from the chair, you stretch your back with a soft grimace as you walk to the bedroom where she last was. You do not find her.

You search the small house before quickly turning to set the kimono down and head outside to look for her. Maybe Mizu had spotted her running around while she's training.

As soon as you slide open the back door your hear your daughter's voice. She's making little grunts and huffs like she's straining herself, and you worry she's trying to climb the tree next to the house again. Bunching the bottom of your kimono in hand, you follow her voice and hurry from the south end of the house back around to the front.

But when you round the corner of the house, you're surprised to find she's not failing to scramble up the base of the trunk. She's several meters past it, stumbling around and kicking out as her eyes follow Mizu a way's away from the house near the tree line.

Her tiny green haori is dirtied, dirt clumped in patches at her shoulder and sides where she's fallen on the ground several times already. Before you can call out to her, she trips and falls into the dirty hands first. With the childish grunt of irritation and determination, she pushes herself back up. She sets her eyes on Mizu again, settling her feet in the same way your lover has hers and mirrors the rhythm of her steps. She holds her tiny hand out like she's grasping at a heavy sword.

She's copying Mizu's training movements.

A soft laugh of surprise quietly slips from under your breath as your eyes warm from this new discovery. You lean against the tree trunk and tilt your head at her to soak in this new development of your child.

Your little girl's mirroring of Mizu's slow, methodical twists and parries with her sword are adorably wobbly. Compared to Mizu's balanced, fluid motions that showcase her mastery of each movement, your little moon's dance is closer to flailing. Your hand covers your repressed giggle as your eyes brighten at her stumbling feet.

Your fingertips gently rest against your lips as your eyes follow the line from her to Mizu. The way she's moving taps at your mind, causing a soft furrow between your eyebrows. Isn't that her warm up exercises?

Mizu's never done those this late into the afternoon. She would be focused on slicing through trees during this time on any other day. And you know how long she's been out. She can't possibly still be focused on her balance and fine-tuning the flow of movement. So why...?

On the next turn, from farther away, Mizu rotates on her heel and ends up facing you as she mimics a block. Her blue eyes catch yours, and she quirks her eyebrows up at you with a knowing smile.

When your daughter's foot slides a little on the dirt, and she hops on one foot to get back into position, that's when Mizu just so happens to pause her movements. Her slowed motions only resume when your daughter finds her footing again.

Oh...

Your heart sings, unable to help the pure expression of love and adoration for the both of them from flowing from your face.

Later in the night, after you both put your little moon to bed, you press yourself up tight against Mizu in the candlelight, sealing your lips to hers as you cup her face.

"I really did give birth to your clone."

Mizu chuckles quietly, pressing her lips back into yours. "She really thought I couldn't spot her in the middle of a clearing."

She brushes her lips along your cheekbone. "I can train her, if you wish."

You chuckle. "Maybe further down the line. If she's anything like you, she wants to think she's being sneaky and doing something she shouldn't be." You push her away playfully, before you're snatched around the waist. The room tilts as you're pinned down to the bed with a squeal by a beautiful swordsman grinning devilishly.

[shockmastervoidstate]

The pre-void state vs the real void state — differences, how to enter the real void state and my experience yesterday

Hey, void explorers, there are a couple of things I want to talk about regarding the void state.

Pre-void state vs the real void state — key differences

When you attempt to achieve the void state or shift realities, you might experience typical symptoms which could be confused with the void state.

These include: feelings of rotating, floating, flying or falling through empty space, often while seeing stars and galaxies or other lights and often while hearing buzzing sounds, wind noises, voices, music or other sounds.

Shifters and void explorers used to falsely believe that this is the void state, but it's not. If you experience the symptoms above, you are close and "get a taste" of the void, but you aren't there yet.

There is no failure and no randomness in the void state. If you shift from the void, you are guaranteed to end up exactly in the reality you want to be in.

In the void, there is also no movement and nothing to hear or see — unless you intend(ed) to manifest these things in the void.

It's also impossible to shift back to the CR involuntarily, because when you are in the void, you achieved a complete detachment and separation from your CR and your CR body.

The same cannot be said about the pre-void state. In this state, you haven't fully detached/separated from your CR yet.

You can manifest and shift from the pre-void state, but success isn't guaranteed.

In fact, when I shift from the pre-void state, I usually end up in random realities and can only stay there for a couple of minutes to a couple of hours.

How to enter the real void state from the pre-void state

Use any of the community's methods or your own method to shift or enter the void state.

If you end up in the pre-void state, here's how to enter the real void state. This information is from successful shifters on amino, reddit and Tumblr.

When you are in the pre-void state, keep doing your method and ignore the symptoms. (If your method is no longer relevant, repeat affirmations like "I am in the void state" or or simply "I am")

Ignore the floating, the sounds, the sights, the sensations. Don't react to anything.

Instead, keep going until you are in the real void. Try not to get excited. This will be easy once you've experienced the pre-void many times.

You can try to shift to your DR from the pre-void state, but as I explained, success from shifting from the pre-void isn't guaranteed.

My experience yesterday

Enough of the lecturing, it's story time. I practiced what I preached yesterday.

Yesterday evening, before going to bed, I relaxed and repeated affirmations like "I can enter the void state", "entering the void state is easy" etc.

Did this for one and a half hour and got rewarded for my efforts the following day.

When I went to sleep, I just repeated the affirmation "I am" over and over again until I fell asleep.

I had a random dream and at a random point, I fell through the floor, became conscious of myself and experienced the pre-void state.

Had all the symptoms I talked about. I felt like flying through a black space and saw a white galaxy like the Milky Way ahead.

Kept repeating "I am".

...

Despite my best efforts, I woke up in the CR.

It was still a nice experience. I feel refreshed, because even the pre-void state is therapeutic thanks to the freedom and limitlessness it allows you to experience for a very brief moment.

I'm taking a break today and will attempt to achieve the void state tomorrow. I did a good job of ignoring very invasive distractions I encountered in the pre-void, including voices. Next time, I will do even better.

-shockmaster

[seriouslysnape]

Morning Shift

Dad! Severus Snape x Mom! Fem! Reader x Baby Tags: Fluff. Sev being a good dad. Reader getting rest she deserves <3. Baby being a cutie. Word Count: 2.0k "I didn't mean to oversleep."

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It was quite rare for you to have the chance to sleep in.

Even before the baby was born, you were pretty much up and going by dawn every day. It made you feel more productive to get up early and get the day started before the sun even had the chance to fully rise.

An occasional Saturday or Sunday would roll around where neither you nor Severus were in any rush to get up and moving. Those were during the slower weeks of the year, usually during the summer when Severus wasn't teaching and your work wasn't as demanding.

But after the baby was born, those occasional lazy weekend days had become pretty much obsolete. The mornings and nights had become less hectic as your newborn transitioned into an infant, and she was on somewhat of a sleeping schedule. However, when the baby was up, so were you.

Severus gave his fair share of helping out with the baby at all times of the day, but typically, Severus tended to her the most in the evenings. Severus usually fed her dinner, bathed her, and prepared her for her early bedtime.

It wasn't intentional really, but the two of you fell into a routine where you handled the mornings, the two of you rotated off during the day, and Severus handled the evenings/nights. Severus would help anytime when needed, but for the most part, that was the best arrangement.

On one particular weekend morning, however, the routine was different.

Severus awoke to a quiet house. There wasn't the sound of his wife stirring in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for him and the baby who would no doubt be babbling for her breakfast.

He felt a presence in the bed next to him, a gentle warmth coming from it as well. He was surprised to see you were still asleep, bundled up in the covers as comfortable as could be.

The warm glow of the newly risen sun beamed through the windows of the bedroom, spilling over your back that was facing the glass. He watched you only for a moment, pushing some stray hairs from your eyes and pulling the covers higher on you to keep you toasty.

It made his heart swell to see you getting some extra rest on your day off, and he made it his mission to let you sleep as long as possible. He was more than happy to be on baby duty that morning and a change of routine was a bit exciting.

The clock on his bedside table read 7:12 a.m. which did alarm him briefly. It was twelve minutes past the baby's usual wake up time, which meant either she was getting some extra sleep as well, or she was storming mad that no one had come to pick her up to begin her day.

Severus was quiet as he crept out of bed, his footfalls quiet as he exited your bedroom to enter the baby's room just next door. Severus always left the baby's nursery door slightly cracked in the event the baby needed something during the night or woke up earlier than usual.

He pushed the door open gently, a burst of sunlight painting the hallway. The room was perfectly warm for a January morning, a vast difference from the bitter cold on the outside.

He glanced at the crib, seeing some movement in the crib. She was squirming excitedly, happy that someone was finally coming to get her up for the day.

She was awake, but not agitated in the slightest that no one had come to get her yet. She was content to lie in her crib for a little while, the charmed mobile above her crib keeping her entertained. She couldn't have been awake for very long, considering it was only a few minutes after her usual wake up time.

Severus approached her crib with a gentleness that few knew he possessed. His dark eyes, so often narrowed with sternness, softened when they gazed upon his child.

"Good morning, darling." He smiled, reaching down to pick up the cooing baby.

His daughter smiled back at him with a sleepy grin and sluggish eyes, but held an expression of confusion as to why her mother wasn't there to wake her like usual.

"Not expecting me this morning, hm?" He asked, which only returned a yawn from his daughter. "We'll let Mum sleep in this morning. She deserves it."

The eight-month-old only babbled in response, mouthing at Severus' shoulder through his T-shirt. You and Severus were pretty sure she had some teeth coming in based on the fact that she wanted to chew on everything.

Usually you dressed the baby as the first step of her morning routine, but it was the weekend so she would more than likely be home for the majority of the day. Severus opted to leave her in her pajamas for now, which she had no protests with.

She was rather clingy today, her tiny hands grabbing for him to pick her up again once she was dressed. She knew that if anyone in the world would pick her up whenever she wished, I was Severus.

Severus struggled with leaving her when she wanted to be picked up. You had been telling Severus for the last month or so that it is indeed okay to let her sit on her own as long as she's being supervised. She was beginning to work towards crawling, and you knew the only way she was ever going to learn to crawl was if she had the chance to be on the ground.

But Severus couldn't resist his daughter's grabby hands and beaming eyes. He spoiled the little girl, and he just couldn't tell her no.

He whisked her down the stairs, smiling at her giggles when he pressed a kiss to her temple.

Severus knew it was time for breakfast, and he knew that she was going to get fussy if he didn't get her fed soon. He slipped her into her highchair, her legs wiggling as she squirmed with anticipation.

"What would you like for breakfast, princess?" He asked, only receiving an interested stare in response. "I know you like eggs...and I think Mum picked up some fruit yesterday."

Severus turned and surveyed the inside of the fridge, studying its contents to make a decision. She was getting impatient, whining and babbling for Severus to hurry up. She was on a specific schedule, and her late wake up time had her about fifteen minutes behind.

Severus went with his suggestion on the premise that eggs and fruit were a safe option. She wasn't terribly picky, but since this wasn't her usual routine, he figured giving her something that he knew she liked was best.

Severus selected a few eggs from the fridge, deciding to cook them all and divide the portion appropriately between himself, you, and the baby. He knew it wouldn't be long before you were up, so he got started on getting a pot of coffee brewed as well.

With a wave of his wand, the stove ignited and began cooking the eggs in a pan while he worked on getting some fruit mashed up for her.

"Strawberries or a banana?" He asked her, who was more interested in dancing in her chair than picking which fruit she wanted.

Severus was certain that she hadn't eaten strawberries before. He took a chance and went with the strawberries, retrieving a few and getting them smushed enough to be suitable for baby consumption. He plated the eggs once they were cooked,

He pulled up a chair to her highchair, holding the tiny baby spoon and bowl in his hand to begin feeding her baby spoonfuls of her breakfast.

She made a noise of approval with the strawberries, barely even swallowing before motioning for more. For an eight-month-old, she was a fantastic eater and would try nearly anything.

Your daughter giggled, her eyes sparkling with the sight of her dad in front of her. Severus couldn't help but feel a tug at his heartstrings. This was a side of him that no one else got to see, a side reserved only for his precious little one.

He felt so incredibly lucky to have a child. He felt even more blessed to raise her and love her in the ways he never was. He wasn't a perfect father by any means, but he made it his personal mission to never give her a reason to think of him as a bad father.

When her noises slowed and she hesitated to take any more bites of food, Severus stopped feeding her and began cleaning up. Slowly but surely, she was fed to satisfaction -- and Severus managed to fill himself up by getting bites in between feeding her.

Her face and shirt was painted with stains of sticky red from the strawberries, but she was happy as a clam and not at all concerned about the fact that she would most certainly need a bath.

Severus stood at the sink, letting her entertain herself while he arranged the dishes to be washed. When she gave a particularly joyous squeal, he knew that she had spotted something that she liked.

You were up now, standing in the doorway of the kitchen just freshly awake.

"Good morning, you two." You spoke gently, still clad in your sleepwear from the night before.

Severus turned, grinning at you with a small pink tint in his cheeks.

"Good morning, darling. We've just had breakfast." He smiled at you, his wife who he adored so dearly.

"I see that. You should've woke me up," You said. "I didn't mean to oversleep."

"Nonsense, darling. You needed the rest, and I am perfectly capable of taking on breakfast," He said. "I...assumed eggs and fruit were a safe choice."

"Oh, yeah. That's perfect," You approached the highchair, using your fingers to swipe some of her bed head hair to the side. "Looks like the strawberries were a hit." You laughed, noting the stains of red on her pink pajama shirt.

"Yes...sorry about that, my love." He blushed.

"I needed to do laundry today anyways," You smiled, not irritated in the slightest. "She'll be grown out of it soon."

A slight pang in Severus' chest made him go quiet for a moment. She was growing so fast that he couldn't even believe it. In four short months, she was going to be a year old. To think that it had been almost a year since she was born completely blew his mind. Next thing he knew, she would be starting her first day at Hogwarts and getting sorted into her House.

For now, he was enjoying her infant stage of life. Just as he had cherished the newborn phase, and how he would the toddler stage and beyond.

"I say it's time for a bath." You lifted her from her highchair, laughing again at how sticky she was.

"I can handle it," Severus said, turning the sink faucet off. "Might as well finish her morning routine."

"Are you sure?" You asked, feeling a bit guilty that he was taking on your usual morning duties.

"Absolutely," He grinned, taking her from you and turning his attention to her. "Mum will read you your bedtime story and put you to bed tonight. Does that work?"

She only hummed, clearly content with the arrangement they had going on today.

"Thank you, Sev." You said, thanking him for being so attentive and letting you sleep in for a bit.

"Oh, darling, it was nothing," He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Why don't you have breakfast and coffee while I get her ready for the day?"

Sure enough, Severus had a plate and a cup of coffee ready to go for you, a charm casted to keep the coffee hot and the food warm.

"The day where we have nothing planned?" You grinned, and Severus chuckled.

"Exactly."

And to Severus, a Saturday with nothing to do was perfect. In a lot of ways, nothing was everything when you and the baby were around.

His family (albeit small) was everything he ever needed.

[azrielandhisshadows]

winter's kiss (5)

pairing: azriel x reader

word count: 3.9k

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

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“Your wound has healed very well. How have you been doing with your exercises?” Madja asked as she removed the dressings from your shoulder. You rotated your shoulder, wincing slightly from the soreness at the movement.

“The mother hen over there has kept me accountable and made sure I’ve been doing them,” you laughed, shooting a wink at Azriel, who was lounging across the room. He sauntered over with a playful smirk, pressing a feather-light kiss to your forehead.

“I can’t just sit back and let my mate recover alone,” he replied, his voice low and teasing. “You’ve got to feel your absolute best to enjoy everything Velaris has to offer—especially when I’m taking you out.”

A sly smile graced your lips as you raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You’ve been planning on taking me out, have you? What’s on the agenda – a romantic dinner by the river or a moonlight stroll?”

“You’ll have to wait and see,” Azriel said, leaning in, his eyes alight with mischief. “I just needed to be sure you’re strong enough to keep up with me.”

You smirked up at Azriel, placing a quick kiss on his lips. Madja cleared her throat, disrupting the flirtatious air. 

“Well lucky for you, lovebirds, I believe Y/N is ready to start exploring our beautiful city,” She teased, packing her bags with a knowing smile. “Just don’t do anything too crazy, Shadowsinger.”

“Azriel and crazy? Those are two words I never thought I’d hear in the same sentence,” Cassian laughed as he and Rhysand entered the room.

“You’re right, Cas. Madja always has to say that to you when you’re injured,” Rhysand said, elbowing Cassian in the side with a grin

“Hey! That’s not true… it’s not always.” Cassian protested, pouting dramatically as he plopped down next to your bed. “I only get into ‘crazy’ situations when I’m with you two.”

Azriel crossed his arms, a mock-serious expression on his face. “So it’s our fault, then? Good to know.”

“Exactly! You both get me into trouble,” Cassian shot back, a grin breaking through his faux indignation.

Madja finished packing her bags, a satisfied smile on her face. “I don’t believe that for a second, Cassian. Regardless, take it easy, Y/N. Velaris isn’t going anywhere,” she said, giving you a warm look before heading for the door. 

Rhysand nodded to Madja as she left your room, before sitting beside Azriel on your bed. “Y/N, how are you, truly,” he asked, concern etched in his features as Cassian leaned in closer, both of them awaiting your response.

Azriel gently squeezed your thigh, an unspoken reminder of the difficult days that had followed your arrival. You looked into Rhysand’s violet eyes, feeling the weight of their attention and care.

“I’m… okay,” you said slowly, gauging their reactions. “It’s been a lot to process, but everyone has been so supportive and helpful through this adjustment.”

Cassian nodded, his expression softening. “We may have only known you for several days, but you’re important to Azriel… you’re important to all of us. You’re a part of our family now, Y/N.” Azriel and Rhysand both nodded in agreement and tears lined your eyes at the shared sentiment.

“Thank you. It truly means everything to me, especially when the only family I’ve known has been Kallias and Viviane…” Your eyes drifted to your entwined hands, fidgeting your thumbs. “How are they?”

Rhysand exchanged a glance with his brothers. “Mor has been in contact with Viviane since we left. Kallias is not doing well… Viviane says he has resigned to their room and has not been seen in any meetings since their return. He regrets what he’s done very deeply.” 

A knot formed in your stomach at the news. “I miss them,” you murmured, the guilt pressing down on you. “I know I should still be furious with Kallias for what he did, but he’s my brother… I can’t stay mad at him.” 

Cassian leaned closer, his voice steady and reassuring. “It’s okay to feel that way, Y/N. Family is complicated. You can be hurt and still love him. It doesn’t make your feelings any less valid.”

Azriel’s thumb brushed against your thigh, grounding you. “You have every right to feel conflicted. Kallias has been someone you’ve trusted for your entire life, but he betrayed that and you got hurt in the process. As furious as I still am at him for hurting you, if you wish to reach out to him, I will support you.”

You took a deep breath, processing their words. “I think I will. This is the longest I’ve gone without speaking to him since he returned from Under the Mountain. I need to hear what he has to say, but I need to defend myself – and our relationship. I need him to know that I’m not going to ignore what Azriel and I have.”

Rhysand, who had been quietly observing, leaned forward with a thoughtful expression. “If it helps, I can reach out to Kallias and Viviane for you. That way, you won’t have to carry that burden right now, and you and Azriel can enjoy your day without distractions.”

“That sounds like a great idea,” Azriel said, relief evident in his voice.

You smiled, feeling grateful for the support. “Thank you, Rhysand. That would mean a lot to me.”

“Of course,” he replied, his tone warm. “Now, Cassian and I will leave you alone so you two can get your date started.”

Azriel led you over to the balcony attached from your room, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Ready to see Velaris from the sky?”

You hesitated, a knot of nervousness tightening in your stomach. “Um, flying? I’ve never—”

He sensed your hesitation immediately, his expression softening. “Hey, it’s okay. I’ll be right there with you. Just focus on me, alright?”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded, allowing him to wrap an arm around your waist. His warmth was comforting, but the idea of soaring through the air still made your heart race. With a gentle push, he lifted you off the ground, and you felt the world drop away as you rose into the air.

The initial rush of wind against your face sent a jolt of adrenaline through you, and your grip tightened around his waist. Below, Velaris unfolded in a stunning panorama, the twinkling lights reflecting on the river like scattered jewels. But your heart raced not just from the view—it was the height that made you uneasy.

“You’re doing great,” Azriel said, his voice steady. “Just look at me.”

You focused on him, his dark eyes reassuring and filled with warmth. With each beat of your heart, the city below transformed into a breathtaking sight of colors and lights, and you found peace in the beauty surrounding you.

As he glided through the air, you felt the tension in your body start to ease. You began to appreciate the freedom of flying, the rush of the wind mingling with exhilaration. “This is… amazing!” you finally admitted, a smile breaking through your nervousness.

He grinned back at you, clearly pleased. “See? Just let yourself enjoy it.”

With one last swoop, he descended gracefully, landing beside the river that ran through Velaris. The sapphire water sparkled, reflecting the brilliant colors of the city.

“Welcome to the heart of Velaris,” Azriel said, releasing your hand to gesture broadly at the view before you. The river wound its way through rolling hills, flanked by elegant buildings crafted from white marble and warm sandstone.

“It’s breathtaking,” you breathed, taking it all in. The lively atmosphere was infectious, with laughter and music drifting through the air.

“Let me show you the Rainbow,” he suggested, his eyes twinkling with enthusiasm.

Together, you strolled along the riverbank, the sound of water lapping against the shore providing a soothing backdrop. As you approached the artists’ quarter, the streets burst into a riot of color. Buildings were painted in vibrant hues, and murals adorned the walls, each more captivating than the last.

“This place feels alive,” you said, marveling at the creativity surrounding you. Musicians played lively tunes, their melodies intertwining with the laughter of children nearby.

“So, Az… what surprises do you have planned for me?” 

Azriel’s brows shot up in surprise, his eyes widening slightly. “Az?”

You chuckled, a teasing glint in your eye. “What? Is it too familiar? I figured we were past the formalities.”

He shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “No, it’s just—you’ve never called me Az. It’s… nice.”

You smiled at his response, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Well, I like to think we’ve gotten closer over the past several days. Plus, I don’t think I could call my mate by his full name for the rest of our lives."

Azriel’s expression softened as he leaned a little closer. “I like hearing you talk about our forever…”

You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Well, we can talk about it more once you take me to our first stop.”

His laughter rang out, bright and genuine. “Fair enough. Let’s get moving, then.”

With that, he took your hand, intertwining your fingers as you strolled down the vibrant streets of Velaris. The lively atmosphere enveloped you—musicians playing upbeat tunes, the scent of pastries wafting through the air, and colorful murals brightening every corner.

“So, what’s the first stop?” you asked, glancing up at him with curiosity.

“I think you’ll love it. We’re going to a bakery that has the best pastries in all of Velaris.”

“Now you’re speaking my language!” you replied, your excitement bubbling over.

As you approached the bakery, the warm light spilling from the windows and the charming exterior made it feel inviting. Azriel opened the door for you, and you stepped inside, immediately enveloped by the comforting smell of fresh bread and pastries.

“Welcome to my favorite spot,” he said, gesturing around. The bakery was cozy, filled with displays of mouthwatering treats that seemed to glow under the soft lights.

You walked over to the counter, eyes wide with delight. After ordering a selection of pastries, you found a small table by the window, sunlight streaming in and casting a warm glow around you. As you sat across from Azriel, he placed the beautifully decorated plate of pastries in front of you.

“Here you go,” he said, a proud smile on his face. “Dig in!”

You took a bite of the cinnamon roll, and your eyes widened in pure bliss. “This is fantastic!” you exclaimed, savoring the rich flavor.

Azriel’s expression twisted with laughter, “I’m glad you like it.”

He reaches across the table and laces his fingers with yours. “I’ve really enjoyed the time we’ve spent together, Y/N. Selfishly, I don’t want this time to end.”

You looked down at your joined hands, the warmth of his touch sending a delightful shiver up your spine. The intimacy of the moment made your heart flutter. “What if it didn’t have to?”

Confusion graced Azriel’s features, his gaze prompting you to continue.

“I know it may sound rushed, but I’ve really enjoyed our time together too and I can’t imagine leaving you now. Would it be crazy if I said I wanted to stay?”

Azriel’s brows furrowed slightly, and he studied you intently, as if weighing your words. “Stay?” he echoed, a hint of hope brightening his eyes. “You mean… stay in Velaris?”

You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and vulnerability. “I know it’s sudden, but I feel a connection with you that I can’t ignore. I don’t want to go back to a life without you in it.”

Azriel leaned closer, his grip on your fingers tightening as he searched your eyes for sincerity. “You don’t know how much that means to me, Y/N. I’ve been waiting for my mate for so long, and the thought of you choosing to stay here—it’s everything I’ve dreamed of.”

Your heart swelled at his admission, the weight of his words settling in. “So, you really want me to stay? Here in Velaris, with you?”

“More than anything,” he said, his voice steady and filled with conviction. “This city, it’s beautiful, but it’s even more so with you in it.” 

Your cheeks flushed at his compliment and your mind raced with the possibilities of your future. 

~

As the sun began to set over the Sidra, the lively noises of the Rainbow grew, creating the perfect background for the rest of your conversations. The laughter of the children combined with the vibrant music from the street musicians and the symphony of noises calmed you – it made you feel at home. 

Azriel led you through the busy streets back to the riverfront where you had begun your day. The chill from the river was offset by the warmth of his embrace, a comforting presence that made you feel safe and cherished.

Arriving at the riverbank, you paused to take in the view—the water shimmering under the fading light, the city glowing with warmth and life. “It’s even more beautiful at night,” you murmured, captivated.

Azriel smiled, his eyes reflecting the soft luminescence of the moon. “It truly is. This is one of my favorite places.”

You felt Azriel’s gaze run down your body as you stood admiring the sights of Velaris. He wrapped his arms around your waist and placed a gentle kiss on the crown of your head. “You are so beautiful, Y/N.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, warmth spreading through you as you leaned back into his embrace. The world around you felt like a dream, the sounds of laughter and music blending seamlessly with the soft lapping of the river against the shore.

“As much as I don’t want this night to end, it is getting late. We should head back,” Azriel said, his head dropping  to the crook of your neck and shoulder, leaving a kiss.

You shivered slightly at the sensation, a mix of warmth and lingering magic enveloping you. “Do we have to?” you asked, feigning a pout as you looked up at him.

He chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’d keep you here forever if I could, but we wouldn’t want to alarm the others.”

You smiled, knowing he was right. You turned around and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “Okay, I’m ready.” 

Azriel held onto your hips tightly before flying you to the House of Wind.

~

The two of you landed at the House of Wind and took the last moment of your first date. You exhaled softly, not wanting this moment to end. Azriel brought a hand to your cheek, tucking your wind-blown hair behind your ears. 

You leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth of his hand against your skin. “This has been incredible,” you murmured, looking up into his eyes, which sparkled like the stars above.

“It’s only the beginning,” he replied, his voice low and full of promise. Azriel’s hand reached for yours and he led you inside. As you both entered the dining room, the mood instantly shifted from the joy you and Azriel both felt to a suffocating tension. You looked around the table and saw Rhysand, Cassian, Feyre, Mor, and Amren. A breath caught in your throat as you saw two others that you didn’t expect to see so soon – Kallias and Viviane. At first glance, you hardly recognized your brother. The dark bags underneath his piercing blue eyes made him look like a ghost, his normally vibrant skin pale and drawn. His expression was a mix of weariness and worry, as if he hadn’t slept in days.

Azriel’s hand tightened around your own as he saw your brother sitting across the room. You felt the weight of Kallias’s exhaustion tugging at your heart, the joy of your evening slipping away like sand through your fingers. 

Viviane pulled Kallias from his seat and dragged him over to you, her arms enveloping you in a tight hug that felt both comforting and urgent. “Y/N, I’m so glad you’re okay,” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of relief and concern.

You returned her embrace, feeling the warmth of it and the weight of her concern. As you stepped back, you caught a glance at your brother’s expression – worry and guilt. Kallias fell into your arms, almost knocking you over from his tall stature. You stumbled back, regaining your balance and wrapping your arms around him. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I was so worried about you,” he murmured into your shoulder, his voice muffled but filled with sincerity. Warm tears landed on your exposed shoulder as Kallias whispered his apologies relentlessly. You tightened your grip around him, feeling the weight of his worry wash over you. 

“Kallias, I’m safe,” you whispered, trying to soothe him as he buried his face deeper into your shoulder. “We do need to talk though.”

His body shook slightly as he took a deep breath and stepped back enough to meet your gaze. His once bright blue eyes, now dull, met your own. You motioned toward the balcony, feeling the need for privacy as the weight of the moment settled around you. Kallias nodded, and you led him and Viviane outside, where the cool evening air brushed against your skin.

The view of Velaris stretched out before you, but the beauty of the city felt distant compared to the urgency of the conversation at hand. Silence lingered between the three of you as you gathered your thoughts, the tension palpable.

“Kallias,” you began, turning to face your brother. “I’ve missed you… so much,” you sighed, looking between your brother and your best friend. “But, I’ve also been so angry at you for what you did.”

Kallias’s expression shifted, a mix of surprise and guilt washing over his face. “I know,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean for things to get so out of hand. I was just trying to protect you.”

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to hold his gaze. “I understand that. You’ve always protected me, but you were so overcome with your distrust of Azriel and the Night Court that I ended up getting hurt.” You stepped away from Kallias and Viviane, turning to reveal the back of your dress. They let out a collective gasp at the scar on your shoulder—a stark reminder of the shard of Kallias’s ice that had pierced there days earlier. Despite your quick healing and Madja’s best efforts, the damage was deep enough to leave an enduring mark, a painful memory that couldn’t be fully erased.

“Thankfully, the Night Court has some of the best healers in Prythian. Madja did what she could, but she was more focused on my recovery and being able to still use my shoulder than the aesthetics.”

Kallias’s expression twisted with guilt as he took a step closer. “I’m so sorry. I never wanted this to happen, Y/N. I only wanted to protect you. All I’ve ever wanted to do was protect you.”

You turned back around to face them, frustration lining your features. “I know that, Kallias! You were so wrapped up in protecting me that you tried keeping me from my mate – the one that the Mother hand-picked for me. You didn’t give me the chance to make my own decision about him… you only tried to make me distrust him. You didn’t trust me or my judgment and that’s what hurts the most.”

Before Kallias could respond, Azriel burst onto the balcony, having heard the raised voices. He moved to your side, placing his arm around your waist. His comforting touch calmed you, grounding you in the moment.

“Y/N, it’s not about you. I do trust you, I swear on the Cauldron. It’s just,” he trailed off. Viviane grasped his hand, giving him a gentle squeeze. “It’s just that I promised our mother to always take care of you, no matter what.”

Surprise hit you as you quickly inhaled at Kallias’s statement – a wave of sadness coming over you. Azriel held you tighter, sensing the shift in your mood.

“I know you never got to meet her, but our mother was a wonderful female. She knew she wasn’t going to survive your birth shortly after she delivered you, but she wasn’t scared. She laid in her birthing bed, holding you in one arm and me in the other. With her few remaining moments, she asked me to always look after you. She knew how cruel our father could be and she didn’t want to leave you without a protector. 

A lump formed in your throat, and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “I wish I could have known her,” you whispered, the longing in your heart becoming palpable. Kallias stepped closer, his eyes clouded by tears. “That’s why I’ve been so protective. I didn’t want to disappoint her. But I see now that I’ve let my fears cloud my judgment.”

His admission hung in the air, heavy yet freeing. You stepped forward and embraced your brother tightly. “I hope you can forgive me, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

You nodded silently against his chest, feeling the weight of everything that had been unsaid lift. Viviane joined in the hug, wrapping her arms around both of you. The three of you stood there, enveloped in a cocoon of warmth and support, the bonds of family intertwining like the roots of a strong tree.

“I forgive you, Kallias,” you said softly, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. “I hope you’re willing to support Azriel and I.” You stepped away from your brother and reached for your mate’s hand, feeling his adoration beside you. 

Kallias looked from you to Azriel, his expression shifting from guilt to one of calm. “It may take some time,” Kallias replied, his voice steadier. “But I want to get to know him and trust him like you do.” Kallias reached back for Viviane, contentment etched into his features.

“I promise that I will do everything to keep Y/N safe. You both have my word,” Azriel replied, his gaze moving between Kallias and Viviane. “I will do everything I can to gain your trust and prove I’m worthy of Y/N’s love.” 

Kallias studied Azriel for a moment, then nodded slowly. “That’s all I ask.”

Taking a deep breath, you felt the moment was right to share your decision. “There’s something else I need to tell you both,” you said, glancing between them. “I’m staying in Velaris. For good.”

Before Kallias could respond, a faint giggle echoed from behind the door leading back into the dining room. You turned to see Rhysand, Feyre, Cassian, Mor, and Amren peeking out, their faces lighting up with excitement.

“Did we just hear that you’re staying?” Mor exclaimed, stepping forward with a wide grin. “That’s fantastic!”

“Absolutely brilliant!” Cassian added, clapping his hands together. “We’ll throw you the best welcome party Velaris has ever seen!”

Rhysand leaned against the doorframe, a knowing smile on his face. “We were just discussing how much we’d love to have you here permanently. You fit right in with our little family.”

Kallias looked taken aback, but a smile crept onto his face as he watched the enthusiasm of the Inner Circle. “I… didn’t expect this reaction,” he admitted, glancing at you.

You laughed, feeling warmth spread through you at the sight of your friends. “I didn’t either, but it means the world to me. I want to begin my life with Azriel.”

As the joy radiated around you, you felt a sense of belonging that you had longed for. Together, with your family and newfound friends, you could build a future filled with love and laughter in the heart of the Night Court.

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a/n: this is most likely the last part of winter's kiss, but I may write an epilogue. If you want an epilogue, let me know! Also, my requests are open if you have any ideas you'd like me to write!

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[saturnville]

candy bling, joe rantz.

pairing: joe rantz x black fem oc (cleotha jean). content: cleotha jean reminisces on her relationship with joe rantz. warning: more "modern" approach to their relationship. suggestive content. song: candy bling by mariah carey (I suggest you listen as you read). tag list: @neeville @turn-thy-paige @ihe4rtisa @ineedafictionalman @lovebyceleste @alliewassobonum

In the solitude of her room, Cleotha found herself surrounded by fragments of a past she had long tried to forget. She sifted through the contents of a dusty old box, memories flooded her mind with an intensity she hadn't felt in months. Each item she unearthed struck her heart in ways that made her uncomfortable, a relic of a love once consumed by every thought and emotion.

Among the treasures she tried to forbet lay a delicate silver anklet, its tiny bells tinkling softly as Cleotha held it in her hands. Memories of lazy summer days and whispered promises rushed back to her, painting vivid scenes of youthful romance and boundless dreams. 

“What’s this?” Cleotha asked as she was handed a small, velvet bag. Her movements were sluggish as she peeled herself off the pillow she and Joe shared. The soft moan she pushed out was enough to make his insides stir again. 

Joe pulled his arm behind his head and drummed his fingers against his sheet-covered thigh. A small smile pulled on his lips as he shrugged. “Open it.” 

Cleotha held the sheet to her chest and shook the bag. Jingle, jangle. Her eyebrow quipped as she opened the bag and dumped the content in her hand. Two thin gold chains fell out, shining under the gaze of the sun. She hummed in awe as she fingered the chains delicately. “Two bracelets?” 

“Bracelet and anklet,” Joe replied with extra emphasis, a teasing tone underlying in his words. Cleotha, who knew exactly why he bought it, threw her head back in laughter. She muttered, “You’re disgusting.” Still, she held her wrist out for him to place the bracelet on it. 

Joe pulled the sheet back to reveal her brown legs. He readjusted their positions so he was in between her legs, her foot against his bare thigh. Cleotha watched intently as he hooked the gold chain around her ankle. He smiled in pride.

“You like it?” Cleotha asked, rotating her foot in a circle. Joe hummed and palmed her thigh, hooking her leg around his waist. He brought his lips to hers, nipping and sucking at the plushness there. Then, he made his way back down, pecking at her collarbone down to her calf once more, placing her leg over his shoulder.

“I do. I’ll like it even more in a second. Lay back.”

He made her feel so beautiful that day, glistening like jewels beneath the sunlight. Next to it, a necklace adorned with the initials 'J' gleamed in the dim light. She tried to smile as she recalled when she first received it.

“Joe!” she gasped. “This is beautiful! Will you put it on me, please?” 

“Of course. Turn around for me.” 

The smile on her face was childlike as she stood back to chest with her lover. His warm hands pushed her hair over her shoulder then wrapped the chain around her neck. The gold complimented her skin beautifully. He connected the link to the clasp and tapped her hip when he finished. “Let me see, sweetheart.” 

Cleotha Jean grinned as she posed in front of him, the J on her chest smiling back at him. Joe nodded in approval, “Looks pretty, baby.” 

“You think so?” she gushed, running her fingers off the pendant. “Want a closer look?” Cleotha pulled him in by his belt loops and pushed him against the bed, climbing on top of him. SHe wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed butterfly-like kisses all along his face. His cheeks were stained red from her lips,

Joe’s eyebrow raised in amusement as he welcomed her affection, His eyes dropped to the pendant that swung against her chest. “Yes ma’am.” 

But it was the worn envelope nestled at the bottom of the box that stirred something deep within Cleotha's soul. With trembling fingers, she traced the creases of the paper, feeling the weight of years of unspoken words and unanswered prayers. As she unfolded the letter, the words spilled forth like a long-forgotten melody, each line a poignant reminder of a love that had once defined her very existence. 

The park was their favorite place to be. Especially during the month of September. The sun still hugged them, but didn’t suffocate them with her warmth. Nature sung its harmonious song, the animals danced with each other amongst the trees, and the grass was still a bright green. It was a peaceful place to be. 

It was like every other weekend; Cleotha Jean and Joe were sprawled across a picnic blanket with a basket of food propped open in front of them. Joe was lying on his back while Cleotha sat upright munching on strawberries and coloring in her book. 

“Cleo,” Joe said. Cleotha hummed and continuing coloring her flower. “I wrote you a letter.” 

Her coloring stopped. She swallowed the remainder of her strawberry and dropped her colored pencil. Joe reached behind him for a white envelope that he managed to tuck under the blanket without her noticing. He extended it to her, which she took with thanks. 

Joe watched as Cleotha curiously peeled open the envelope and retrieved the letter. It was folded in threes, and was filled from top to bottom. 

My forever sweetheart, Cleotha Jean, 

You don’t understand that I wake up everyday and give thanks that you walked into my life. I felt that I was nothing but a poor kid with seemingly nothing to offer the world until you showed me otherwise. 

I didn’t think it was possible to love someone more than I loved myself. Your existence proves me otherwise. 

I often wonder if you know that you are a gift in human form. Wrapped in a brown shell, garnished with gold. I wish to keep you with me forever, as long as you’ll have me.

I often think about our future together. How I’m going to marry you as soon as we graduate. We’ll buy a house, travel the world, and have children. I’m still banking on 3, but whatever you want, I’ll be content. As long as I’m with you, I’ll take anything.

I want to be yours forever, if you’d have me. 

Will you marry me? 

The letter flew from Cleotha’s hands as she screamed loudly. The birds above her croaked at her sudden outburst. Her hands flew over her mouth and she finally made eye contact with her lover, who’d positioned himself on one knee with an open box in his hand.

The ring was beautiful. It was dainty, just as she liked, and a rich shade of gold. His eyes were hopeful as he awaited her reaction. 

“Will you—“

“Yes!” Cleotha replied gleefully. She threw her arms around him so wildly that he fell backward into the grass. His laughs were music to her ears. “Yes, yes, yes! I’ll marry you.” 

Joe smiled, “Yeah?” 

Cleotha bit back a teary smile and nodded. “Yeah. It’s you and me forever.”

Her sweet baby. She hadn’t realized she’d been crying until she finished the letter and a puddle of tears smudged his neat handwriting. Cleotha folded the letter and put it back in the box, right next to the ring she took off months prior. It stared back at her and she forced herself to look away. She didn’t want to keep it, but Joe insisted she did, saying “it’s yours. I will never take back what rightfully belongs to you.”

With each memory unearthed, Cleotha found herself transported back to a time when love was pure, and the future seemed to be filled with promise. Yet, as she traced the contours of her past, a sense of longing stirred within her, a yearning for the man who had once held her heart in his hands.

She should’ve been over him by now, she scolded herself. Their union had ended more than a year ago; what was she holding onto? Well, another side of her probed. A three year relationship that began in college, an engagement, wedding planning, house hunting, and a planned future. It all dimished at the blink of an eye. It would take more than a year to recover from such emotional trauma. 

Cleotha befriended a bottle of red wine after that. It was sweet and savory, just like him. She chuckled lowly as her fingers dapped away the drop that fell from the corner of her lips. She should slow down, she figured, but it was the anniversary of a love that she cherished more than herself. She owed it to herself to get wine drunk and eat popcorn, right?

She tucked her feet under herself and poured another glass, humming a tune, though nothing particular, to herself. Just as she brought the glass to her lips, a knock sounded on her door. Her eyebrow quipped as her eyes darted to a nearby clock. It was 9:32 on a Saturday night, who could have been at her door. 

“Hold on!” she called out, glass in hand as she stumbled lightly to reach the door. She cursed as she stepped on a shoe that she kicked off in the entryway, toyed with the locks, and peeled the door open. “Oh…” 

If anyone would have told her he’d be standing in front of her right now, she would have called them a liar. The communication had been severed eons ago, only having heard from him when she got the job promotion she had been praying for. Any other conversation, interaction, or moment of desire, was a faction of her imagination. Yet, here he stood, a ghost from her past, with sorrow etched in his eyes and regret weighing heavily on his shoulders. And she had no clue how to handle it. 

She didn’t know whether to cry, scream, or throw herself in his arms. He looked so different than when she last saw him. He was broader, presumably from working out to keep in shape as he moved on from his athlete days. His hair was still platinum, but it was slicked back rather than messible touseled, though she loved it that way. His eyes, so gorgeous and blue, were so sad and empty. 

“Hi, Cleo…” 

Cleotha’s eyes welled with tears. She’d yell, scream, and put him in his place in the morning, but right now, all she could do is throw her arms around his neck and cry woefully into his shirt. With a voice choked with an emotion, she found the strength to say, “I missed you.” Her voice trembled with vulnerability. “I missed you so much.”

And in Joe's eyes, Cleotha saw a flicker of longing that mirrored her own. They stood in the doorway of her home without the exchange of words. The tears and gentle touches spoke loud enough. Maybe in due time, what was broken could be repaired, and the union that began years ago, could be recovered. Just maybe.

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likes are great, but feedback is desired as well, friends! thanks for reading!

[xoluvx]

✂️✂️✂️; b.eilish

Request: i neeeed something where reader and billie ✂️✂️✂️ cause i haven’t read one yet and it’s so frustrating </3

just smut

“I wanna try something,” Billie whispered on your lips, her mouth devoured yours after proclaiming her statement. You simply moaned on her tongue, your naked bodies laying next to each other.

“Is that a yes?” She pulled away for a second to examine your face. Your lids fluttered opened, still intoxicated from kissing.

“Of course baby,” you cooed running a hand down the side of her face. Billie’s eyes twinkled and she pushed you back gently. She sat on the bed and waited until you were comfortable. Then she parted your legs running her finger between your folds. You groaned at the contact, no doubt you were dripping already. You watched her carefully.

Billie held one of your legs up as she adjusted her weight on top of you. Slowly she brought herself down until your pussies were touching. You shifted your attention from her to the union of your bodies, her eyes joining yours to witness the moment she’d been thinking of for the past who-knows-how-many days.

Moving her body, you held her thigh which was now partially on your lower belly. Your hand stretched over her soft skin in anticipation. Slowly, her hips started moving and you felt just how wet she’d been too. The movements were slow, as if she was unsure if she’d break you.

But when she heard the sweet moans start to drip from your mouth, she turned to look at you. Your face twisted in pleasure, hand now clinging to her thigh, fingertips digging into her skin. She took that as an invitation to increase her speed. She did just that with vigor. Her hips swayed faster and you felt the heat rise to your face and shoot to your breasts. The friction between your bodies rose, and you felt the tight feeling forming, prickling down to your feet.

Billie raised your leg higher now kissing it tenderly before resting her cheek on it. She used it to anchor herself, her body still married with yours in this sacred ceremony. She slid on you now rotating her hips and you raised your chest holding her hips wanting her closer as if that were possible.

You felt warm, no - hot. So fucking hot, you were about to explode into a million little pieces until you felt her body weight shift. She brought herself down until your faces were inches apart. Her hair fell on your shoulders and you shuddered. She was still moving her hips and this new angle was only wounding you up tighter because you could practically taste her lips.

When she finally kissed you, clits pressed, you knew it was game over. You couldn’t hold it anymore. Your toes curled and your fingers dug into her back.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” Billie murmured against your lips. She was out of breath and you could feel the small beads of sweat on her forehead as you brought a hand to her face. The other wrapped tightly around her back. You whimpered and nodded. Moan after sweet moan slipping from your lips creating a harmonious melody as her own moans joined your tune. Her body was now slowing. Her own high only seconds away.

It took one more kiss for your bodies to fling into a fit of curse words. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck' you both chanted. Your orgasm washed over you like a hurricane and Billie’s came a few second later as she bit down on your shoulder.

She fell limply on your body. You pulled her hair to the side, wiping her forehead. Her plump lips hung open, eyes closed trying to recuperate. The only sounds in the room were that of your breathing, your bodies still molded together; your buds too sensation for any other movement.

“That was-“ Billie finally spoke. Her voice frail.

“Yeah,” you chuckled. You were still blissfully floating somewhere wonderful.

She found your hand and your fingers linked. Billie turned to look at you after a while. She held her head up slightly cracking a smile. Somehow that led to more giggles and eventually a kiss that warmed every part of your body. You’d never felt closer to her than at this moment.

[tinydumpsterdiver]

So I've been thinking about Axle's early past a bit.. uhhh

Yeah here are a few doodles and a sketch. Along with a small bit of Axle's early childhood life. I got carried away

Just some simple doodles of Axle's childhood. He technically grew up in a lab although he wasn't born in captivity. Most of his early childhood was doing puzzles or tests, lots of observation as well.

His development is similar to that of a human in terms of brain growth and physical form. He grows at about the same rate as a human just on a far smaller scale.

For the most part in his younger years he mostly did cognitive testing and development. They mostly used simple tests, and some general animal psychology experiments. Such as seeing what he did for fun, for food, and some logical reasoning.

The odd time the scientists still would do a surgery or two on a young Axle, but it wasn't the norm at that time.

However as time went on they began to do more invasive tests.

Axle had always liked the scientists growing up, as he was younger he'd seen them as a sort of family, having favorites and having preferred caretakers. But at the age of about 12 years old even the nicer caretakers had begun to grow sour.

People were being more careful around him, using gloves more often, constricting his movements more often, and other things of the sort which Axle noticed.

The experiments eventually began to get more invasive, such as when he was 13 he had his first brain vivisection specifically. It was a procedure to place wires into his brain to do more invasive tests on his nervous system.

He tried asking more questions, which quickly he learned would get him nowhere. Soon even the nice humans he'd barely see anymore or they would just leave all together. It was at the age of 13 he'd decided he didn't like the humans or how they kept him captured. He didn't know what else there could be, but he knew from the little bits and pieces he was able to listen to that there had to be more than the lab.

At the age of 14 Axle was being treated more like the mice he'd been raised with than a person that the scientists would talk to passively. Axle only grew more resentful as the months went on and the rotation of scientists got more harsh.

At 16 he was being treated as though he was completely feral. He refused to cooperate with the humans but they would refuse to let him feel like he had any form of control over the situation whatsoever.

Ok so this was just a doodle that got out of hand and colored. It's not great but it's the best I got rn. I'm pretty stressed out lol

Anyways. Axle had a pretty traumatic upbringing, but it did teach him to never trust humans which was probably the best thing he could have learned for when he did eventually escape one day.

He did have his mother with him at one point in captivity, but one day she disappeared and he never really figured out what happened to her. Current Day Axle likes to think she managed to escape one day and was free somewhere.

Axle after that day grew up around mice, usually a circulation of mice that were young enough not to be a danger to Axle. But this really took a toll on him when eventually all his mice friends would get taken away and he'd have to get attached to new friends all over again.

Sometimes the scientists would have him do experiments alongside grown mice, sometimes he would remember them but usually not. Under normal circumstances the mice were never aggressive with Axle, but were usually more curious about him.

Ok my unorganized ranting is over. I'm not sure. I think it's fun to share my silly cringe lore.

Thanks for reading it! Or thanks for just looking at the art ^^

Sending positive vibes y'all

Till next time