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paperclipninja · 9 months ago
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I'm gonna sound very old person yells at cloud but I don't care, I feel like I need to say this. We all (well most of us) know that messaging Neil with any headcanons/theories/wishes/hopes/dreams to do with the show is a no-go because it could potentially compromise the story he wants to tell or ends up telling. And yes, he is a grown up who chooses what to respond to etc and I think it's wonderful he engages with fans and answers a lot of lovely and interesting questions about his process, writing and journey etc.
However, there is another reason not to send theories and ideas about how the show should go to the show creator in the hope of a response: it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether a theory is correct, or a speculation may or may not play out. That is why fandom exists.
Online fandom is where we all come together to yell and cry and throw around weird-ass ideas and theories and look at art and read fanfic and unite in our love of characters and a show. A huge part of being in fandom, is the way fandom theories become like an understood little bit of fanon lore that some people attach to, others disregard. But it doesn't matter. And part of the fun of fandom, is when a new season or a new episode of the show comes out, you have this collective catalogue of ideas and theories and headcanons and you get to yell and scream, "omg it happened1" or "lol that that thing was ever talked about" or "thank god that theory didn't come to pass".
Wanting to know now (not that we ever will) and not wanting to wait until the next season to find out the answers diminishes the fandom experience. I cannot stress enough how much we are in the absolute peak of the fandom experience right now. The between seasons time is the ultimate time to be a part of a fandom (as I'm sure many people are well aware), knowing there's another season coming energises everyone to create and connect and speculate and it's glorious! I know it feels like it'll be like this forever, but it won't. Next season is the last and yes, there will be a flurry and uptick of all the energy and excitement once again, and I absolutely believe Good Omens fandom will live on and remain active and thrumming. But there won't be theories and what ifs and hunting for clues for the next season, and over time it will dwindle a little and plateau and some people will fall into other fandoms, and while it will probably bubble away, there won't be the anticipation that sits with us now.
My point is, fandom is where we get to throw around ideas and flail and be ridiculous and also serious sometimes, but it's all for us. For the fans. Showing Neil theories or getting in a flap about a particular speculation and asking if x, y, or z might happen isn't just about putting the creator in an awkward spot, it takes away what fandom is about. Just let this time be ours. If you haven't been in fandom before, enjoy it! Don't be in a hurry to seek definitive answers or know things either way.
It doesn't matter if any or none or all of the things that float around end up being correct or incorrect. Fandom isn't about being right. It's about being a part of a community and being able to share ideas and it's about it being FUN.
So TL;DR Stop sending Neil fan ideas because that is for fandom, not for the creator.
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charlottesbookclub · 6 months ago
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i'm here (ser gwayne hightower x reader) 💚💚
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Summary: you have a nightmare, but gwayne is there to comfort you 💚
Warnings/Tags: spouse!reader; gn!reader; established relationship (marriage); nightmares; angst/anxiety brought on by the nightmares; absolutely catastrophic levels of tooth-rotting fluff; let me know if I've missed anything! ☺️
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Author’s Note: as I mentioned in this post, gwayne hightower has absolutely consumed my life and I am down sooooooo bad for him rn, so voilá, this fic has emerged as a result of that! 💕 as I also say in that linked post, I'm not super familiar with hotd, so I'm sorry if any of the terms I use aren't canon-accurate (I watched game of thrones a few years ago and I tried my best to make it feel authentic to the world of canon, but something may have slipped through 😅). and I hope this feels in-character to gwayne! I've rewatched the scenes of his that I have access to many times for...... uhh ~Research Purposes~ but I haven't seen all his scenes yet, so I apologize if it feels ooc at all – I did my best to make it feel like him! 🥰
oh and this is key: we've all seen the necklace, right?? we know about the necklace, right????? that fucking necklace makes me absolutely feral so I've given it a backstory, because it truly has me foaming at the fucking mouth 😌 (also, if you haven't seen the necklace, may I please direct you to this incredible gifset so we can descend into madness over it together?)
as always, I hope you enjoy!! 🥰🥰 (also please feel free to share any gwayne thoughts you have – I'd love to scream about the precious man with y'all! ☺️💕)
            The memory was not yours, but in this moment, it felt like it was. Gwayne had only told you the story once, with hushed words and averted eyes. You had asked, and he could never find it in himself to keep anything from you, even if it made his chest seize with shame. He told you that the whole ordeal had been a result of foolishness on his part, something he would admit only to you. He said that he recalled the memory with great embarrassment now. But you felt nothing but terror.
            You stood on a large, grassy plain ringed with trees, a few wispy clouds scuddling across the blue sky above you. This was a place you had never seen, never been – but one thing was familiar. As you struggled to gain your bearings in the strange location, you saw a group of men on horseback just a short distance ahead. You recognized your lord husband instantly: the delicate silver interlace of his steed’s armor and the auburn glow of his hair in the sunlight were as familiar to you as your own heartbeat.
            You called out to him, but he didn’t respond; he seemed to be in conversation with one of the other men. You ran toward the small group and cried his name again, but even at close range he appeared not to hear you. Panic grew in your chest by the moment as you hurried closer still, coming near enough that you could almost reach out and touch Gwayne’s mount. You stretched out your hand to do just that when your arm was stopped by some invisible force. There was nothing in front of you, just empty air that you should have been able to move through with no difficulty. But you were trapped mere feet from your beloved, unable to reach him.
            Something was terribly wrong. You screamed his name this time, desperation compressing your lungs with the force of your yell. But it was clear that he could not hear you, since neither he nor any of the gathered men so much as turned toward the sound of your cries. Real fear gripped you now, shooting ice through your veins as you cast about you for something – anything – that you could do. And that was when a new kind of fear crept over you, one so old and visceral you could feel it down to your very bones. Shudders wracked your body as you turned your eyes toward the sky, suddenly certain that you were being watched. But not just watched – no, you were being hunted.
            At a loss for what else you could do, you renewed your efforts to alert Gwayne to the danger that you could feel but not yet see. You screamed until your voice was hoarse, but you were forced to watch in horror as Gwayne continued his conversation as though nothing was wrong, even flashing that charming smile that you knew and loved so well. It was just then that the other man finally noticed that something was wrong. He cast his eyes toward the sky as you had mere moments before, saying something to the gathered men. A wave of fear seemed to run through the horses, as there was a flurry of shifting hooves and nervous snorts. You could only watch in terror as realization washed over Gwayne’s face, twisting his handsome features into a terrifying expression of horror.
            You screamed at him to run just as everything burst into motion, the horses tearing off across the plain toward the cover of the trees. You found yourself moving along with them, though you had no mount of your own. Instead, it was the same terrible invisible force, dragging you along, forcing you to watch as the scene unfolded before you.
            And then you saw it: the dragon. It swooped down from the sky as though it had erupted into existence from nothing, filling the empty air with huge grey wings that seemed to blot out the sun. You screamed again, but this time without the intention of forming any coherent words – the noise that escaped your throat was an expression of the fear that was buried deep in your bones upon the sight of the creature. Its lean body shot across the plain toward the fleeing men with a kind of focus and intention that proved what you had thought from the beginning: the dragon was hunting. And worse than that, it was hunting Gwayne.
            Voice rubbed raw from screaming, and realizing your cries to him did nothing anyway, you watched in terrible silence as his steed thundered across the ground, its legs eating up the distance as fast as it could. And yet the dragon gained. If this was some cruel trick played by the gods, you couldn’t think what you could possibly have done to deserve this kind of torment. You could do nothing but watch, utterly powerless, as Gwayne – your Gwayne – fled for his life, his beautiful face contorted into an expression of fear that cut you to the core like a knife to the stomach. You held your breath, fearing each moment would be the one when you were forced to watch your love be consumed by dragonfire, ending both his life and yours in one swift blow of unimaginable anguish and heartbreak from which you knew you would never recover. Just as you had resolved to try calling to him one last time – if nothing else, to assure him of your love – the treeline broke around you and the horses cantered to a stop beneath the cover of the forest.
            The world was still again, but the fear lingered. You could sense the dragon above you, even hear its thin, unearthly cries as it searched for its hidden quarry. Your eyes instantly found Gwayne, needing to make sure he had survived the ordeal. Indeed, he still sat upon his steed, and you watched his chest heave as he attempted to steady his breathing. The fear that still permeated the forest remained etched on his face as well, changing his features from those of the man you had courted and married to those of a young boy, trembling and horror-struck and so helpless and small.
            You longed with every fiber of your being to run up to him and pull him into your arms, to feel his warm breath on your neck as he folded into your embrace. You ached to hold his face in your hands and wipe away the single lingering tear he likely didn’t even know was still glistening on his cheek. You yearned to kiss the terror away from his brow and his nose and his lips, to tell him he was safe – to tell him that you were here. 
            But you were trapped just feet from him, all these longings locked into your body as you pressed toward him as far as the strange invisible barrier would allow. You watched as the fear slowly faded from his face, his features once again becoming warm and familiar. You couldn’t help but smile as he seemed to return to himself somewhat. Turning to one of his companions, he opened his mouth to say something when both of their eyes snapped up to the sky, reacting to some sound you must not have heard. You followed their gaze, and didn’t even have a chance to scream as a column of fire descended from above, ready to devour you all.
            You woke with a gasp. Your heart was pounding loudly enough that you could hear it in your ears, and you pushed yourself up into a sitting position as you struggled to calm your ragged breathing. The darkness in the room was soft, and your eyes adjusted slowly to your surroundings, only to find them all comforting and familiar – this was your room, your home. Instantly, you turned to your side, and let out a small sigh of relief when you saw Gwayne sleeping peacefully next to you. He was here, he was home, he was safe – you both were.
            When your breathing had calmed back to a normal rate, you eased yourself back down under the covers, burrowing into his arms as he sleepily adjusted his position to accommodate you.
            “Hmmm—is everything… alright?” he muttered, blinking his eyes open.
            “Everything’s fine,” you assured him, “I just had a nightmare.”
            He seemed to waken a little more at your words, propping himself up slightly on one arm as he reached the other hand out to stroke your cheek.
            “Are you alright? Do you want to talk about it?” his voice was still thick with sleep, but you knew the questions were genuine.
            “It was about you,” you reached up to cup his hand that still rested on your cheek, intertwining his fingers with yours. “And the dragon,” you added, your words barely above a whisper. Hearing his sharp intake of breath, you were certain he was reliving the memory himself, and instantly regretted your words.
            “But it was nothing,” you hurried to assure him, “I just—I just wish I had been there. Or that I could have helped or—” you were distinctly aware that your jumbled words made very little sense, even to you. “I just felt so helpless,” you ended with a sigh. Gwayne watched you with soft eyes, his fingers squeezing yours in reassurance.
            “You were there, though,” he responded, smiling gently, “and you did help.” You just stared at him incredulously, wondering if he was the one who was dreaming now. He read the question in your eyes with a small chuckle and disentangled his hand from yours, pushing himself up to sit. 
            Pressing a hand to his chest, his fingers found the chain of the necklace that he always wore. The charm was a delicate circle of beaten metal hanging from a simple coppery chain. You had bought it in the market one day when the two of you were still courting. The rich auburn sheen of the metal had reminded you of Gwayne’s hair, and you were determined to have it. The seller assured you that the little ring symbolized unending love and devotion – a never-ending cycle, an unbroken vow. You were doubtful that had been the original intention of the maker, but rather a ploy on the seller’s part to drive up the price after he realized you intended it as a gift for your beloved. Had it been that obvious how love-struck you were? 
            Regardless of whether it was intended or not, you liked the idea of the simple circle as a token of promise and loyalty, as well as a celebration of one of Gwayne’s most striking features. You had given it to him wrapped in a carefully-embroidered handkerchief when he had gallantly asked for your favor before a tourney. You cherished the memory of him asking you to help him put it on, and the fleeting touch of his skin and flaming hair you were able to steal as you clasped it around his neck. He won the tourney, and insisted that his victory was due at least in part to the precious charm you had given him, imbued with your affection and devotion. To your knowledge, he had never taken it off since.
            Now, in the dim light of your shared chambers, he held the little ring out for you to see. It was slightly more battered now than it had been, and though its original shine was gone, it still seemed to glow with a warm coppery light. Reaching out, you took the small circle in your fingers, feeling all the tiny knicks and ridges it had acquired over time, each one of them proof of Gwayne’s promise to always return to you – an unbroken vow.
            “See, you’re always with me, right here,” he gestured to the charm in your fingers. The feeling of the metal against your skin and the sweet memories that swirled through your mind caused tears to prick at the corners of your eyes, chasing away the lingering cobwebs of fear that the nightmare had spun. Gently, you released the ring and Gwayne’s fingers replaced yours on the circle, guiding it back to where it always sat on his chest, just above his heart. He pressed it there, emphasizing his words: “right here, right where you always have been – and always will be.”
            Ducking your head away, you tried to hide the tears that were now threatening to slide down your cheeks as his words. But before you could wipe them on the sheets, Gwayne’s hand caught your chin, gently pulling him back to you, the rough pad of his thumb banishing the tears from your face. His eyes sparkled with affection and mirth, and you found yourself unable to stop yourself from echoing his smile.
            “Hmmm… it’s more serious than I thought,” he said with mock-concern, tilting your face as though he was examining it, “you appear to be desperately and madly in love with me – a very serious condition indeed.”
            You couldn’t help the laugh that spilled out of your mouth as you nudged him playfully, causing him to break into bright chuckles of his own. Your chest, which just moments ago had been compressed with terror, was now so full of love and happiness you were certain it might burst.
            “And tell me, Ser Gwayne, what is the cure for this most dire of conditions?” you matched his tone of feigned worry as your laughter subsided.
            “Hmmm,” he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, unable to hide the dimples forming on his cheeks, proof of his barely-suppressed smile, “perhaps marriage? I have heard many esteemed lords claim that the institution of matrimony is bound to cure an ailment such as yours.”
            “Oh, but I fear I’ve tried that,” you exclaimed, “and it has only made my condition worse.”
            “Then this is indeed one of the most serious cases I’ve ever seen.” He pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up: “There is one more cure, but it’s risky. You could try true love’s kiss. One does read about those sorts of things working miracles after all.”
            “What’s the risk?”
            “The risk is that the kiss renders your condition utterly uncurable by any other means.” Gwayne’s lips tilted up into your favorite lopsided smile as he grinned at you, dimples glowing like twin suns, sending the delicate freckles on his face colliding into each other like falling stars.
            “That’s a risk I’m more than willing to take,” you breathed as he reached out to cup your face and bring it close to his. You closed your eyes as your lips met in a burst of warm sunlight that seemed to fill your whole body with its radiance. You weren’t sure how long you remained pressed against him, feeling his heartbeat against your skin, his auburn locks twisted in your fingers, his necklace hanging between your entwined forms. 
            “Did it work?” he whispered when he finally pulled away, his forehead still resting against yours.
            “No,” you responded happily, your fingers once again finding the thin metal of the little circular charm, “I fear I’m even more madly and desperately in love with you than before.” You met his eyes, finding them bright and soft and just as madly and desperately in love as you were certain yours were.
            “Well, I like to think of myself as chivalrous, but I don’t think I can find it in myself to regret your condition,” he whispered, a teasing smile on his face as he reached a hand up to run his fingers through your hair.
            “Nor can I,” you whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
            He pulled you fully into his grasp then, maneuvering you both back under the covers without relinquishing his hold on you. You rested on his chest, head tucked under his chin as he wrapped both arms around you. Your fingers found his necklace, and you clasped it in your hand. He echoed your motion until both of your hands were intertwined around the metal circle, resting just above his heart. You could feel it beating against your skin, and you snuggled yourself even closer to him.
            “This is what I imagine,” Gwayne said softly to the darkness, “when I’m on the road without you, and all I have is this small charm to remind me of what it feels like to rest in your embrace. This is what I dream of.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and squeezed your hand where it entwined with his on the necklace. “You’re always right here.”
            “I’m always right here,” you echo, your words a promise, a vow.
            “But thank the gods I don’t have to imagine right now,” you felt his words as his lips moved against your forehead, “because I am right here.” Gwayne wrapped his arms even more tightly around you, and you gladly tucked yourself further into his warm embrace. You felt yourself drifting back into a pleasant sleep in the comfort and safety of his arms. You heard his words echo softly in the gentle quiet of the room:
            “I’m right here.”
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threepandas · 6 months ago
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Bad End: Kept Safe
[Art by Miu_A]
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You ever give someone advice, knowing full well they aren't going to take it? Even AFTER they have begged and pleaded and WHINED at you, for hours, for it? Even after they poured their heart and soul out to you? And you, a good friend, carefully and tactfully, tried your best to help? LIKE THEY ASKED?
Ever find yourself the designated "run too dramatically weep in the arms off" friend?
I have.
It is hell. I am in hell.
This is my punishment for all those hours I spent reading and playing Otome Isekai junk instead of, I don't know, solving world hunger or something. Because it HAS to be. I am clearly being punished. Repeatedly. By some sort of petty, petty, anime God.
Fuck you too, buddy.
A fresh round of highly dramatic Protagonist sobbing peirces the air. Dear lord, she has a set of lungs on her, does she? It's like an air siren. But more... upset toddler. It was bizarre. I'd LIKED her as a character. I HAD. Bright and cheerful, determined with a good heart. She'd been a bit naive, yes, but she'd grown. Love had changed her for the better.
But THIS?
This was some middle school "he threw away my secret note, that I didn't sign, so that means he HATES MEEEEE~" bullshit. It went on and on and ON! God, it'd been MONTHS! Years!
I made friends with the Protagonist when we were in The Royal Academy. The story's setting. It SHOULD have finished by graduation. SHOULD. HAVE. But DID it? No! This nonsense had spilled into the COURT! The general population! Actual political factions were starting to get involved!
All because my "friend" COULDN'T PICK A MAN.
And she didn't listen. I tried. God, how I TRIED! No matter HOW I phrased "just fucking TALK to them" it didn't get through her dense fucking skull. I tried taking a break. To calm down. She HUNTED ME DOWN with her little Harem of political trainwrecks!
That poor port city STILL has yet to recover from the chaos they unleashed.
I don't... God, I don't even LIKE her anymore. I've just been reduced to her HANDLER. Forced into girlish tea parties devoid of any taste, because no one ELSE will come. Followed by winces and pitying looks by every lady in all of polite society. The sacrifice to keep HER distracted, lest her gaurd dogs decide its a good idea to do something unhinged again.
It's exhausting.
I'm not even listening.
She seems to have worked through her usual cycle of "cry, mope, what about meeeee~, then I going to go be Plucky at them! Tee Hee~♡!". Good, good. You go have fun, you little train wreck. I'm going to go find an actual ADULT to hide behind.
I have my maids change me out of an outfit that, frankly? I am too old for. I am not sixteen. We are not GIRLS, for the heaven's sake. We are WOMEN. It was a cute outfit. I enjoyed wearing it, back when I was physically young enough that it was appropriate. But even THEN... that's the down side of the whole "isekai" thing.
You keep your mental age.
Everyone around you? INFANTS. Fresh faced babies. You are being flirted with by fourteen year olds and? It is DISGUSTING. They can never be anything more then "cute kids" to you. The characters you once thirsted over? Reduced to actual, living, breathing, pre-schoolers.
There's no going back after that. I'll NEVER unsee it. Can only continue to age, even as they simply... grow up. And then? When they started behaving like FOUR YEAR OLDS? Forget it! I'm beginning to share my parents fears I may die single.
At least I have a refuge. A place of SANITY and SENSE.
I grab the imported wine I had purchased. I'd noticed him drink it before on special occasions. Found a tea seller that was willing to also bring some back. Mother LOVED the tea and my friend was going to love the wine, I could just tell.
Cautiously poking my head out of the guest apartments i was staying in, I checked the hall. Left. Right. Left. Thank god. No Protagonist in sight, she hasn't come back yet. Better hurry though.
I walk fast and keep close to the wall. Ducking into alcoves at every new female voice. Passing servants, Nobles, and the occasional Knight either murmur what they know of Protagonist's last known location or politely pretend not to see me. For anyone else, this would be scandalous behavior. For ME? Well... everyone knew EXACTLY why I was being driven to such extremes.
I thankfully reached the governance wing unmolested. It was far quite and none of the pack of fools ever really set foot here. Not ever the ones who were SUPPOSED to be busy learning their future roles as leaders of this country. God, I could only hope the third prince somehow quietly pulls a coup.
Not that I'd SAY that.
The gaurds don't even bother to announce me, I'm here so often. Merely opening the door. I maintain my decorum none the less. JUST long enough for the doors to finally close and I am able to drop my social mask like whipping of my bra after a long day. Oh thank fuuuuuuck. FREEDOM!
A familiar chuckle, like incense smoke, wafts from the second floor of the office.
"Oh my~, so tired?" My friend muses, his voice that ever lilting purr. I hear him closing whatever heavy tome he's currently studying. "And so early in the DAY! Was it the little nuisance again? Surely she must have SOMETHING better to do?"
Gently putting the wine I'm gifting him on his desk, I then throw up my arms. You would THINK! Wouldn't you?! It's an old complaint. And frankly? I'm glad he still let's me vent about it. It HAS to get old. Yet? He let's me complain anyway.
I met the, roughly translated, "Keeper Of The Shield" at one of the Crown Prince's many ridiculous parties. I was dragged along as Protagonist's plus one. Because GOD FORBID she bring one of her suitors! That might lean towards CHOICE! Can't have THAT!
It was an overly dramatic, gaudy, slow motion trainwreck from beginning to end. I? Got very, VERY drunk. I knew I shouldn't. It was wildly inappropriate. But I was HORRIFIED. Hid near the balconies and drank to forget. Contemplating jumping.
Was likely the only one there my age NOT in ten layers of bows and fabric flowers. It was probably why Crevan decide to talk to me. That and the look of abject suffering. He informed that, sadly, the balconies were locked. But if I planned to maim my self to escape, he could probably boost me up enough to reach the upper windows.
I choked on my drink and guffawd like an idiot. It was SUPER flattering. Very pretty. And honestly? The best conversation I'd had in YEARS. He was droll. Witty. Snarky. In just as much hell as I was. We gleefully narrated the drama playing out before us in as cutting a manner as possible. Grown adults, government officals! Behaving like fucking CHILDREN.
Only after, did I learn I had been chatting with the equivalent of the minister of the Defense. THE commander of our nation's defensive forces. All of them. Knights, army, spies. All of it. And the poor man had been dragged from his desk to play party prop by a glorified teenager. I was horrified. Appalled. Fucking OUTRAGED to learn that it was just... normal!
This country was a nightmare! Otome games are HELL. Lacey, sparkly HELL!!!
But at least I had Crevan to keep me sane. He was always willing to listen. Advise when he could. We had HOPED that Protagonist would start maturing... I'd even mentioned it, but it just seemed like she back slid again and again! Trapping me. Isolating me! Ruining my chances to move ON and have a LIFE!
I don't know what went wrong! Is it me? Am I too hand holdy? It's starting to destabilize the country! Not that the royal family even seems to notice! God no, if it weren't for Crevan, the whole PLACE would have collapsed!
I flop down on my couch. Technically it's not "mine", but honestly? He's fooling no one. The man barely had ANY guest furniture before we became friends. It's totally my couch. (He even got a tea table for us, the softy.)
"Oh? A gift? How thoughtful, dear~" It's only months of friendship that keep from jumping these days. I should get that man a BELL. "Would you like some?"
I can't help but huff a laugh. He always looks to PLEASED when he gets the jump on someone. Startles them. A mischievous asshole, that one. Touchy, too. Forever cupping my cheek or earnestly taking my hand. Patting my head. Guiding me by the elbow or shoulder. He has so few friends... I am certain he is touch starved.
A thought occurs to him, as he pours two cups. A sly grin stretching across his face as he turns to offer me a cup. The wine's scent mixes, burning and delicate, with the ever present smells of incense and his favorite herbal cigarettes. Blurring the senses and relaxing. It's a pretty strong drink.
"You KNOW... it just occurs to me! Darling, if you want to avoid that pest? Why not spend the day HERE? I'd love to have you. " his voice becomes low and serious for a moment, almost catching me off gaurd, bouncing back before I can really think about it. "You could trash my shelves again! Camp out on my couches! It'll be like a little party~ Just you and me! Not a care in the world. You won't have to worry a single thing~"
He grins, glasses catching the light, toothy like the old scheming fox he is.
"I'll keep you nice and safe~"
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a-dauntless-daffodil · 6 months ago
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Angel Dust: "How come Niffty put ME in the angel kill on sight group and not YOU, toots?!"
Vaggie: "No idea. Maybe she just likes me better?"
Niffty: "STAB STAB STAB!"
Vaggie: "Or uh, likes you better. So much she want's to stab you."
Niffty: "STABSTABSTABSTABSTAB-"
Angel Dust: "Niff- DOWN! Sheesh! Go look to ya right- go get Vag-gay over there!"
Niffty: (giggling) "ANGEL STAB! ANGEL STAB!!!"
Angel Dust: "GEEZE! Like sure my name's Angel an' whatever, but I ain't an angel?? I don't even got the wings for it! YOU look jus' like an extra bitch with your wings and eye so what the fuck! What gives!!"
Vaggie: "Wow... That's, actually a good question, Angel Dust."
Angel Dust: "YEAH WELL WHAT'S THE ANSWER MY GRIP ON THE RAILIN'S SLIPPING!!!"
Vaggie: "Hey Niffty? Why are you hunting him and not me?"
Niffty: "Charlie told me not to~"
Vaggie: "She told you not to... what?"
Niffty: "Hunt you like an ANGEL! Because of the TRAUMA, right??"
Vaggie: "Uhh, the-"
Niffty: "You're already SUFFERING and if I stabbed YOU for being an angel you'd just feel lame and sad and boooo like you deserved it even though you don't. BLEGH!" (pouts) (sticks out tongue) "Boooooring!"
Vaggie: "Yeah?" (smiling) "Charlie said that, huh."
Niffty: "She's so nice~ She didn't want me to waste my time~"
Vaggie: "Yeah. She. She really is the nicest person ever."
Niffty: (SIGH) "I guess you two match. You're not a very good BAD GIRL are you? Even with having been an exorcist! What a WASTE!"
Charlie: (hugging gf from behind) "I know right? I love hugging her around the middle! She has a very lovely everything!"
Niffty: "NO!!!! NOT WHAT I MEANT!"
Vaggie: "Waste as in wasted bad girl potential, babe, not hug zones."
Charlie: "Oh!"
Niffty: "A tragedy." (heaves sigh) "Oh well..."
Niffty: (turns) (lifts knife) (Grins) "Ohhhh Angellll Dusssst~"
Angel Dust: (SCREAMING)
Vaggie: (softly) "Charlie..?"
Charlie: "I don't think she can really reach him up there... Hm?"
Vaggie: "Thanks. The... the angel thing..."
Charlie: "Shhh." (squeezes) "You are NOT the stabable kind of angel. Even Niffty gets that. See?"
Chaggie: (watches a gleeful knife waving niffty bouncing around under a terrified and dangling angel dust)
Charlie: ".... um."
Vaggie: "Damn she's catching air."
Charlie: "And Angel Dust's grip is a bit less than I thought it'd be. Do you think you should maaaaybe use your pretty angel wings to save him?"
Vaggie: "Fuck no. Let Husk do it."
Charlie: "Husk??? Why would Husk be the one to-"
Vaggie: (pats charlie's hand) "You've got your ships babe and I've got mine."
Charlie: "Oh please- I kow you think Pentious being sweet on Cherri is cute too! I've HEARD you give him tips!"
Vaggie: "Those? Just survival tactics."
Charlie: "More like how to survive liking a girl tactics."
Vaggie: "Well I guess me and you are in the same boat there anyway... Aren't we?"
Charlie: "A ship not a boat and always, Vaggie. Always."
Angel Dust: "WILL YA SAPPHICS STOP CUDDLIN' AND WHISPERIN' SWEET NOTHIN'S AND HELP ME!?"
Niffty: "ARE YOU AN ANGEL CAKE??? ARE YOU DONE? LET ME STAB YOU AND FIND OUT!!!"
Vaggie: "...."
Charlie: "So where's his Husk in shining armor?"
Vaggie: "Sloshed armor. I never said it was a good otp, sweetie."
Charlie: "I'll check the bar. You?"
Vaggie: "Will make sure Angel Dust doesn't end the night with more holes than he started with."
Charlie: "I'm gonna miss hugging you the entire time I'm gone~"
Vaggie: "Me too. Hurry or I'll leave our porn star to his fate."
Angel Dust: "OH FOR FUCKS SAKE LET GO ALREADY!"
Niffty: "You FIRST!!! MUWAHAHAH!"
Charlie: (slowly letting go) "The things we do for our friends..."
Vaggie: "Hey, look on the bright side. We can have another heartfelt make out session once we're meet back up again."
Charlie: "-HUUUUSSSK WHERE ARE YOU? FUCKING WAKE UP! THERE ARE ROMANTIC EVENT FLAGS GOING OFF ALL OVER THE DAMN PLACE AND I WANNA KISS MY GIRLFRIEND! HuUUUSK!!!!!!!!"
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nmakii · 9 months ago
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Hii! Hear me out on this, right, Alastor (in your current yandere husband au) has one-on-one bonding with our lovely Noah. (I have a cat named Noah...lowkey imagining him here.) Idk what dads do with kids but for the sake of plot I'm going to call it hunting. Reader is sitting quietly as Noah tells her all about his day in the forest and how he got to see his food before it was his food! She starts thinking that no amount of nurture can overpower someone's nature. Reader doesn't hate her son...but she's just worried and is trying her best, because in her mind, she's still a single mom and always will be. (Rightfully so) Alastor is egging this on and almost trying to get reader to lose it in front of Noah, to prove something. Other things ! Alastor is def not happy with one kid lmao. Seven years is a long age gap...better hurry up! He wants his Emilia....not because his mother is asking for it or anything like it! Speaking of his mother...god rest her soul man...i lowkey would just marry him for her to be my legal mother (in-law). Rip mom...fly high girl... (Ps, can i please hug you platonically, i literally love you and your writing so much. Please remember that you've made so many cool things and will continue to make cool things no matter which path you go. Love you girly (gn), a little more than Alastor's mom) - Charry Anon
WE’RE GONNA FLY AWAY FROM HERE
[before you read this, read the rest of the story!]
— the more and more alastor influences your son, the more he becomes just like his father. but, why stop at just one child?
— i love u i will make MORE yandere alastor bc hes now my fave
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you hated this house. no matter how much alastor tried to hide it, the subtle scent of blood reeked from all over this house.
you oh, so desperately wanted to run away— hop on a train all the way to long island. but, it isn’t so simple anymore. you had a son to think of, a son who’s growing scarily closer to his father.
the thought of hurting noah might have never crossed alastor’s mind, but he wasn’t above threatening it to bring you back home. and above all that, you couldn’t leave him alone with this wolf.
and so, you stayed.
“and then, papa told me to stay quiet… and he shot the turkey! papa took me to his butcher room and showed how get the yummy turkey meat! y’know mama, papa has lots of meat in his butcher room.” your son rambled on, kneeling on a stool by the kitchen counter as you prepare for dinner. “lots of meat, you say?” you raised an eyebrow. “…that sounds really fun, baby.” you sighed.
it’s only been a month since he forced you back. and, noah’s already calling alastor ‘papa’. he tainted your sweet boy’s mind— ‘mama lied to you, she wanted to keep you all to herself. she’s really selfish, but then again, i can’t blame her!’
and, you couldn’t protest. if you did, if you broke the rose-tinted filter alastor created— he would hurt you. not physically, alastor is still a ‘gentleman’. he’d hurt you mentally, break your little mind until you can’t do anything but nod your head.
alastor would never strike his hand on noah. after all, deep down, there’s some part of him that’s still in love with you, albeit in his own twisted way. and, noah is apart of you, alastor couldn’t bear to hurt him, not unless he’s misbehaving…
“mama, can we have the turkey we hunted for dinner?!” noah asked excitedly, slamming his hands against the counter over and over again. “sure, baby… but, remember before..? you got in trouble with mr. yee because you released all his chickens…” you asked, quite desperate. this little boy, the one who finds hunting fun. he is nothing like the one who wanted to become vegan after he found out where chicken comes from, despite failing because of his love for chicken burgers.
“yeah, but papa showed me how fun hunting is!” he squealed. at the mention of papa, alastor laughed, carrying noah from behind, tickling his belly as he kissed your little boy’s head. “talking to mama about our little trip, huh?” alastor grinned.
“ah, alastor… dinner will be ready in a half hour.” you glared at him. “no worries, my love. it just means that i have a half hour to play with our beautiful son!” he smugly said. he saw the hatred in your eyes the moment he said ‘our’.
he was trying to make you lose your shit. make you seem like a hysterical woman. that way, if you even tried to divorce him, noah would be left in his care. now that you were older and wiser, you wouldn’t play into his little trap.
“alright, you two have fun.” you begrudgingly smiled. alastor’s eyes widened, showing his shock for just one split second. alastor nudged noah, “go on for a second. papa wants to talk with mama.”
oh god, what now?
once noah left, alastor went behind you, straddling your waist. “what is it, alastor?” you groaned. “i want another child, darling” he whispered against your ear. “i visited my mother with noah last week, she adored him, my love. she said she’d adore a granddaughter this time. she even picked out a name, emilia.” he rambled on. “as much as i love your mother, i don’t want another child, alastor.” you hissed out.
“oh, but it’s not just my mother, dear. little noah also wants a little brother or sister of his own.” at the thought of a little sister for noah, it would keep him busy, away from alastor, wouldn’t it? he’d gain those brotherly instincts that are so reminiscent of the soft hearted boy you raised.
“…alright…” you frowned. alastor’s grip on your hips tightened as he pressed kisses onto your neck. “good girl.” your head leaned back as you melted into his touch. as much as you didn’t want to, the warm sensation of his soft lips on your skin was to die for. “after dinner, darling.” he grinned, finally leaving you alone.
what had you done to be forsaken with this monster?
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alastxrs · 8 months ago
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appears
hey
what about a reader meeting Kazuha again once the vision hunt decree is over?
have a milo picture
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𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃!
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❝𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃! 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀!❞
Those words leaving his father's lips were the loudest thing in the room then.
His (E/C) colored eyes widened as he stared at the older man.
It was the day after the news of the vision hunt degree was over, his grasp on his own vision as the view of the whole world was completely gone.
Kazuha....was back? For good?
"I have to go but I promise, I'll be back," Kazuha whispered as he hugged the other boy briefly before pecking him on the forehead. "Stay safe."
And just like that, he was out of the house in a flash.
He needed to see his lover.
He had to see that it was true that he was back.
Y/N dashed through the narrow streets of Inazuma, his heart pounding with a mixture of relief and worry. The chaos of the recent events had left him feeling drained and exhausted, but one thought kept driving them forward: finding Kazuha.
They had been separated during the chaos of the vision hunt decree, each forced to fend for themselves in the face of danger. Y/N had managed to escape with his life and the soldiers hadn't taken his vision, but his thoughts had been consumed by the safety of his partner.
Finally, he spotted him in the distance, standing alone on a quiet street corner. Relief flooded through Y/N as he hurried towards him, his footsteps echoing against the cobblestones.
"Kazuha!" the (H/C) haired male called out, his voice filled with urgency and relief.
Kazuha turned at the sound of his voice, his expression softening into a smile as he caught sight of Y/N. Relief flickered in his eyes as he stepped forward to meet him, his hand reaching out to grasp the other boy's hands.
"I'm so glad you're safe," Y/N said, their voice catching in their throat.
"I could say the same for you," Kazuha replied, his voice gentle and reassuring. "I was worried when I couldn't find you."
They stood there for a moment, their hands clasped together in silent solidarity. The chaos of the vision hunt decree had brought them closer together, forging a bond that felt unbreakable.
"Are you okay?" Y/N asked, his eyes scanning Kazuha's face for any signs of injury.
His hands let go of the others to gently caress the anemo user's cheeks.
"I'm fine," Kazuha reassured him with a small smile. "Just relieved that it's all over."
Y/N nodded as a weight lifted off his shoulders at the sound of Kazuha's voice. They had been through so much together, but somehow, they always managed to find their way back to each other.
As they stood there, bathed in the soft light of the setting sun, Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over them. They may have faced danger and uncertainty, but as long as Y/N had Kazuha by his side, he knew they could weather any storm.
"Now that you are here...."
A hand slapped the back of Kaedehara's head as the other boy glared at him. "WHAT THE ABSOLUTE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" he yelled at him not caring about the eyes that were on them still. "Going against the Raiden Shogun, ARE YOU MAD?!"
Kazuha stared at Y/N before chuckling and wrapping his arms around the other's smaller waist. "Haha, oh how I've missed you." he spoke softly. "Still the same, Wildflower."
A small blush formed on the other Inazuman's cheeks as he looked away.
"You just wanted to see me blush, didn't you?"
"Of course I did! I haven't seen you in a year..."
"You are lucky I love you."
"And I love you more, my Wildflower."
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eldritch-spouse · 10 months ago
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Someone who for whatever reason wants to get eaten by Vorticia and so goes to the gluttony ring hoping to find her. They by some miracle get to interact with her but when they beg her to eat them she’s like “lol no,” because it turns out they’re her match
[This is fucking hilarious. Fem reader.]
TW: Macro/micro themes; Vore.
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Tightly tied to a chair, you can hear them talk behind the kitchen doors.
" You're telling me you just found this one trying to break into the premises?! " The short imp you've only caught glimpses of so far sounds exasperated.
" Yes... " The much taller demon with a dark mane replies. " She wasn't very successful, but I'm fairly certain her goal was to get caught. "
" And she said she wants to get eaten. " It's not even a question.
" By mother. Specifically her. "
There's a beat of silence.
" Vorago. You can't expect me to present a fetishist to your mother. That is ridicu- "
" Is it? I would much prefer if my meals walked directly into the plate. " The prince counters. " You're doing the poor thing a favor. I've advocated for this in the past as well, think about the time and resources we could spare during ceremonies if we take in people just like her. "
" My prince- "
" Do you like chasing after them, dad? Do you enjoy spending money on increasingly expensive hunting services? "
Dad?! That little imp? Imp-ressive.
" No, but we can't just- "
" Then give this a shot, perhaps it'll open your eyes to more sustainable alternatives. "
An unmistakable defeated sigh rings out. " ... Fine. "
You smile silently, happy that the tusked high-ranker who caught you managed to get your dream to come true. For such a scary-looking guy, he's actually not that bad.
When the doors part, your head snaps towards the curly-horned imp. They spare you a skeptical glance.
" It looks like you're getting what you want after all. "
" Yes! " The cheer is immediate and juvenile, met with a grimace.
" ... Right. " They're clearly uncomfortable. " Undress please. "
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Words cannot describe how wildly your heart is beating within your ribcage.
You've been dreaming of this day ever since you discovered the nuances of your sexuality. Queen Vorticia is the most gorgeous, regal, seductive demoness to ever slither upon this galaxy and to feel the caress of her tongue would bring you to a level so beyond Nirvana that you have to contain a freakish noise of delight just thinking about it. Not that it would have escaped very fair, with the strange fruit crammed in your mouth- It's starting to hurt your jaw a little actually...
Yes, you're not the most normal of humans, but that hardly matters now.
The cart you're laid upon is wheeled towards what you assume must be the main dining hall of Gluttony's mansion. The pace is slow, the imps in charge of transporting you dare not displace a single element of your large plate's design. See, upon hearing about your situation through the curly-horned imp, the chefs present decided that it would only be fitting if you got properly and excellently decorated for the occasion.
A few of them sympathized with your situation. Few things are as romantic as loving someone so much that you would like to become a part of them, be consumed by them. One of the girls was a bit emotional hearing you talk so sweetly about the Queen. All in all, you feel lucky to have gotten this far so smoothly.
A noise from beyond crashes your train of thought.
A crash. Hissing.
The imps pushing your cart whimper and look at each other fearfully.
Ah, a tempestuous mood. You wonder what has the Queen like that.
Your chaperones slow down even more, and if you could, you'd stomp your foot on the cart to make them hurry up. You're not about to be left stranded in this hall because these cowards are doubting their life's decisions.
Finally, oh finally, you can see the tall, intricately carved doors to the dinning hall. The last room you'll ever be in, if all goes according to plan. The realization breeds a heavy feeling that causes shortness of breath in you, but for some odd reason, you have no second thoughts about any of this. More servants stand stationary, guarding the doors.
At the sight of your cart approaching, said guards hurriedly open the doors much taller than themselves, seeming frantic in the way they hurry everyone inside.
You have to strain your neck to get a good look at the scenery.
Tones of orange, red and gold shower the room, it's large enough to be mistaken for some kind of bombastic ball room- But you've done a bit of research, and you know the dinning areas are the real focus of the Gluttonous Household.
Little does it all matter. You can't bring yourself to focus on anything other than the absolutely gigantic scaled woman currently seated at a massive, tall table. Her sandy yellow scales glimmer under the jeweled chandelier's light, everything from the twin-tipped tail that lounges across the room to her drooping black robe and pupils nearly as sharp as her eyes make you want to swoon, toes curling in delight.
Queen Vorticia reaches down below, you get to watch the demoness grab a flailing, kicking man by the ankles. He's muffled just as you are, but a lot more bruised and roughed up, trying his damndest to scream past an unforgiving muffler. He knows what will happen to him the moment he's raised in the air, as do you. And there's nothing he can do but close his eyes and accept his fate when the bottomless pit that is the Queen's maw stares back.
One second of mind-numbing anticipation is all it takes, then he's gone. Dropped. Her jaw clamping the second the man was submerged. Hardly a lump forms in the column of her long throat before it's over. With neither a scream nor a whimper, his doom arrives. The Queen however, looks unsatisfied. It's almost as if she didn't even eat anything to begin with, frowning at the wall pensively.
Until the platter that man was in goes flying across the room and nearly rips a chunk out of the wall. It was so fast you barely saw the flash of gold before your human eyes.
Two of the imps escorting you scurry beneath the cart for safety.
" I trussst you've brought me ssomething worthh my time? " Her voice finally rings through.
" Y- Yes, your Majesty! " One of them is brave enough to squeak, rattling the cart and everything on it as he pulls it forward, the others sticking to the back.
You can kind of understand them. Vorticia could easily swipe a hand down and capture two or three of these imps as an appetizer.
" Then hurry! Do you wisshh me to starve here?! "
A slam of a powerful fist causes the ground to quake.
" Never, my Queen! "
In a blink, your platter not only lifted off the cart but rushed onto the table, quickly turned and pushed to be in front of the demonlord herself. You almost get dizzy from all the jostling, and as your vision settles, you see the Queen wordlessly wave before scrambling steps follow. The servants nearly trample each other to leave the room alive.
You don't even look their way.
You can only bore holes into the gorgeous woman before you.
Vorticia raises a brow ridge, humming.
When a single claw descends, you imagine she'll slice your skin, peel you like an apple or go for your innards first. Instead, she stabs a tomato next to your waist and brings it to her lips, tongue roping it inside in a blink.
You're sure she can hear your poor heart thunder in its fickle confines.
" You mussst be the human they mentioned earlier. "
You blink.
" Pretty thhhing, wantss to be my dinner... " She nearly purrs, making something stir low in your belly.
At the way you attempt to frantically nod, she actually cracks a smile, incredulous. Although the hunger you've always yearned for resides in her thin eyes, there's also a hint of genuine curiosity you wouldn't typically see in the gaze of such a predator.
" Hmph. Well I hardly buy it. "
" MmMMF! " Even if you had something eloquent to counter with, muffled grunts are all you manage.
" Don't mumble, it'sss rude. "
She begins flirting with the decorations on your platter again. Every single time, you study the movements of her calloused, scaled hands as they move, waiting for the cut that never comes, the grip that never follows, she simply steals bits and pieces of vegetables and frivolous dressing. You're almost offended for a second. But... The anticipation is actually causing some curious effects in you.
In a way, every single time her claws scheme the platter, brushing over the bare skin of your legs and tickling your sides briefly before retreating with a slice of fruit or veggie, she's playing with you. Having her fun, as both an apex predator and a teasing mistress. Fear mingles with sparks of arousal you've poorly contained thus far, creating a fire that has you sweating under her serpentine gaze.
" You're almossst too cute to eat. " She chuckles eventually. Something wooshes nearby, it takes you a moment to notice it's her large tail.
You notice, rather belatedly, that there's no one else in the room but you and Vorticia, and a suspenseful quiet has fallen between you. You could not have asked for a better environment. It feels as if you're both sharing a very intimate, sacred moment.
The next time her hand dips, instead of skirting around the main course, she tip taps her way up your trembling figure and circles a long claw under the swell of your breast, watching you shiver attentively before edging the decorative leaf covering it. A more than pert nipple catches on her sharp extremity, and she uses a thumb to flick it idly, casually, head tilting at the way you squirm and exhale through your nostrils.
Your other breast is easily uncovered as well. The Queen betrays nothing in her expression when she grabs a piece of bread and soaks it in the condiment that coats your skin, dragging it upwards, swirling it around one of your tits before eagerly devouring it.
This is repeated enough times to drive you a little stupid with want, groaning miserably when she merely teases your tits and continues to torture you with featherlite caresses.
The sweet torture continues when she takes care of the rolls covering your spread legs, watching the shameful state you're in become more and more noticeable. Your cunt flutters beneath her mere stare.
" Ssstrange, I've yet to cut you, and you're already dripping. "
You'd shake your head in denial if you weren't able to feel your own soaked folds right now.
She has the mind-numbingly erotic audacity to grab another useless vegetable decoration and generously coat it in your wetness. The rounded tip of whatever she's pressing against your womanhood bumps your clit. She swirls it intentionally, tapping it down and circling the nub with enough pressure that you strain against your binds and whine behind the gag, wanting to beg her for more yet only drooling pointlessly.
She makes a noise like an amused snort, and when you toss your head back, you can hear her practically slurp the thing for all the flavor it has, her thumb replacing the vegetable and leisurely keeping you stimulated.
When you're able to look back, her pupils have blown wide, the black nearly drowning her acidic sclera.
" To thhhink that, ssomehow, suchh a preciouss gift would fall upon my table... Withhout notice... "
Even if you're loving the attention, heating up like a small fire -Probably enough to cook the ingredients around you- You could never have guessed the Queen would take such an intense liking to you. It feels like a dream.
" Do you wisssh to be eaten, my sssweet morssel? " She curves, shadowing you, strings of drool falling onto your neck and chest.
Her hues acquire a nearly hypnotizing quality, prohibiting you from glancing away while she toys with you. All you can respond with is frantic, vapid nodding while you grind yourself down on her finger like a mutt.
" Truly? "
" MMMhmnn!! "
Not even the gag could have curbed that whorish bleating.
" Then I will. " Vorticia grins wide enough to crinkle the edges of her eyes. " Tonight. In my chambersss. Your wissh comess true, in a way. "
You're not given enough time to rationalize anything before her touch vanishes, leaving you cold and miserable. The snaps of the Queen's fingers attract the same imp you met when this all began.
They look at you with a mixture of confusion and mild caution. " You called, Highness? "
" Yess. Run a bathh for me and my Queen to be. "
He coughs and chokes.
When your head snaps to Queen Vorticia, you find no hint of mockery on her face.
You're fairly certain one of the sauces you were doused in must be causing you to hallucinate...
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brittle-doughie · 2 years ago
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Hey may I ask for a affogato x reader?
Like the reader had taken them in during their wandering after being banished or maybe met y/n while still part of the cookies of darkness...aaaand decides to ditch em for y/n and allowed them to live with them rent free because they like the company and maybe they are oblivious and overly sweet...like any attempts to manipulate them just FLIES over their head and they are just always super kind? And maybe......as a little extra:
y/n was an ex-watcher who related to being banished...and their crime? Acts of kindness and trying to help some of the cookies get stronger......like not even really breaking any laws, just wasting time and resources in dark cacao's eyes(for example not stealing food to feed the poor but doing something like teaching the poor how to hunt so they can hunt their own food or some acts of kindness dark cacao would view as wasting time)
Oh and I forgot to mention...what y/n is now post banishment:
ex watcher with crazy fighting skills....now someone who does stuff with yarn, either makes it or sews it into toys and blankets...can already imagine affogato looking around to try to find a certain yarn he wishes for y/n to use...and somehow stumbles upon their old watcher weapons that y/n had kept incase they ever needed to do self defense (I.e. a burglar breaking in to steal money or something) and affogato asks about it and y/n just casually mentions how they were banished for their kindness...not even turning to look at affogato, just continuing to crochet...
and when affogato makes a fuss about that (if he does)...that they shouldn't have been banished over such thing...y/n is just like "hey, it's alright! I'm making a good living out here! So it's ok! I have food on the table, a roof over my head, soft yarn, and now you....so I'm ok! No need to get upset over little ol'me being banished!"
Sorry if this is too much for one requests lol...just had the idea of a y/n who was an ex watcher who now just crochet with yarn taking in affogato and thought it sounded interesting and fun...
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A Fish in a Barrel (Affogato Cookie)
Cacao being wack with the banish hammer. I went crazy on this one, it’s a full on story! Hope you like it!
Affogato hurried within the snow, horror clasping his being as he dared not look back. His plans were perfect, he should’ve had the kingdom easy! Cacao being alive REALLY put an end to his plans as he retreated within the cold tundra, not knowing where he’s going, just as long as it wasn’t the Cacao Kingdom, it would be ugly if he ever showed his face there again…
Affogato was tired and the raging cold wasn’t doing him any favors. He grew more sleepy and cold as he collapsed into the snow, his vision growing dim. Before he lost consciousness, he swore he heard the sound of footsteps approaching and the feeling of being lift up before everything went black….
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Affogato came to, but instead of the freezing cold and heavy breeze, he was in a bed. He got up and noticed his staff next to the bedside as he picked up, the door opened to reveal a cookie with a warm smile and winter coat on.
You greeted him as you asked if he was okay? Please, take this hot chocolate to warm up.
Affogato would likely try to already Butter you up as he takes the cup. This was such a lovely cabin you have, what was a cookie as generous as you living alone here?
He’s taken aback when your response was that you rather enjoy the solitude here, it brings you peace and a sense of calmness, your words unaffected by Affogato’s attempt at charming you. However, that smile of yours was instead affecting HIM, he tried to look the other way as he felt his cheeks grow warm.
But no matter! He knows he will have you wrapped around his nonexistent thumb soon
Throughout Affogato’s time in your cabin, the cookie would try every which way to make you fall under his spell.
He would praise you for everything you did! You cooked dinner? why it looked really delicious! You came home with lumber? You were such a hard-working and strong cookie that others should look up to!
He would even get physical with some of praise, he’d hug you if you had a tiring day and massage your shoulders as he whispered praises into your nonexistent ear. This will surely have you entranced by him!
However, it seemed none of these attempts would work as you were still the warm and considerate cookie you always were, did you even acknowledge what he was doing or saying?!
In actuality, Affogato was the one being entranced by your kindness and generosity. You gave him so much without expecting anything in return. You gave him a place to stay, you made him food, you shared with him parts of your past, you were emotionally close to him then he realized.
It was at that point that Affogato decides that…perhaps it was time to turn a new leaf. If you were so nice to him and didn’t hold anything he’s done to you against him, then it was only fair that he started to treat you with warmth in return. Needless to say, this would change him quick.
He was incredibly attached to you, the cookie had lost everything and having you around just made him gravitate towards you.
He would wait near the door for your arrival when you left for lumber, greeting you kindly as you arrived. You would embrace one another as Affogato held onto you tight, he waited for a long while, so please let him hug you to his heart’s content.
If you were ever feeling down, Affogato was there with his praising to cheer you up. No longer was it for manipulation tactics, but to see the smile on your face return. It looked wonderful on you~
Affogato really felt like he knew almost everything there was about you, or at least, he thought he did…
You were knitting a sweater and needed a new ball of yarn that was in your room and asked if Affogato could quickly grab it for you, he very much obliged as he hurried into your room and spotted it on your bed. However, as he reached for it, the sun outside made something glimmer from within your closet, it caught his eye.
As much as he didn’t want to invade your privacy, especially after how much the two of you bonded over the months, curiosity got the best of him as he approached the closet and gently slid open the door as he gazed at what was in your closet.
Weapons. Not just any sort of weapons, these were Watcher weapons. Bow and arrow, a glaive, swords, and a sturdy wooden shield. Despite the hideaway method Affogato found them in, they looked to be recently maintained and clean. Affogato’s eyes widen at the realization of who you likely once were…
Affogato returned with the ball of yarn as you requested, but with that look of contemplation, you asked him what was up.
Affogato gave it to you straight and asked if you were once a Watcher!
With how he asked that question so dramatically, he was flustered to see you simply laugh…before casually telling him that, yes! You were once a Watcher for the Dark Cacao Kingdom! The 8th Watcher in fact!
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“W-what?! You were a Watcher?! To tell me so bluntly like that! What were you doing here in this cabin! Didn’t Watchers have a duty to the kingdom?! Why hold onto all these…weapons?”
The weapons? They were for in case some wise cookie thinking they could break into this cabin and get away with it. You were still in tune with your Watcher training, you can pretty much whoop the absolute crumbs out of any manic that barged in here.
As for the other questions, well, simple! You were banished from the kingdom.
Affogato would be flabbergasted! Has that stubborn old fool been that empty headed to have let you go?! He didn’t really care if other cookies were banished, like that wretched First Watcher…..but a cookie like you?! What did YOU do to warrant banishment?!
Well….
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This feeling of worry didn’t leave you as you approached the throne room, the call to see His Majesty, Dark Cacao Cookie, had a different feeling this time. You just had this feeling in your gut that this wouldn’t be good…but at the same time, considering your actions for a while, you also knew that this was a long time coming.
“I worry for you, Y/N Cookie. Our King may have misunderstood your intentions, if you could allow me to help explain this-“
No no, it was okay, Caramel Arrow. You…knew this would happen eventually.
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The First Watcher, Caramel Arrow Cookie, was both your comrade in arms and close friend. So when the news that Dark Cacao requested your presence at the throne room, a feeling of dread had also came over her. Her minding was wandering, what exactly had you done that warranted your presence there? Unless this what about…
You were before your King as you kneel down to show your respect. Your fellow cookies watched with anticipation and brooding as they too wondered why the king had called you to the throne room…
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“Y/N Cookie, do you know why you have been called?”
If this is about your….reoccurring absences from the kingdom, then yes, you knew why you were here…
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“Not just that, but our fellow cookies have spotted them going in and out of the pantries at around the same time rations have been reported missing! This is no coincidence!”
Before you can even utter a single word, Caramel Arrow already jumped at the accusation, her irritation showing.
“Those were their own share of the rations and theirs to share! I’ve seen them done it before, they make sure to never take anymore then their allotted portion! There is no truth that Y/N Cookie has committed thievery!”
“Oh really? Then what about their absences from the Kingdom? Aren’t Watchers always suppose to be on duty?”
This time you were able to answer that one! That was your own personal time that you’ve dedicated to make sure the villages were safe and secure, you also took the time to train them up too so they’re aren’t defenseless in case of bandits or fortuna forbid, a snow lion! You couldn’t leave them out to dry if they hungry, so you’ve done what you could during your break times to help them train to fend for themselves…
“Are you accusing our King from not doing enough? Are you really enabling this cookie to do as they please with the King’s time and resources?”
“Stop twisting their words! Y/N Cookie would never do anything to go against our king and the kingdom!”
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“It’s pretty obvious that Y/N Cookie only proves to be a detriment to the kingdom! If stealing from our King and wasting his time trying to wrangle them back into the kingdom is what he should expect from them, then they are to be banished from the citadel! Your decision, my Liege!”
Dark Cacao pondered for a minute, the throne room was in heavy silence before he spoke.
“I have reached my decision. Y/N Cookie, you need not return here. The passion you have to protect cookies all around is insurmountable, these walls only serve to hold you back…”
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You finished the tale as you continued knitting, though you had a more solemn look to your eyes….
You had left the citadel shortly after your banishment, many of your fellow comrades raised objections at the verdict. There was no way that a cookie, the 8th Watcher no less, would do such things like waste of resources and thievery!
Caramel Arrow…she took it the hardest. You recall holding her right as you were about to leave. The guards at the gate could only watch as Caramel Arrow held you close and tightly, only you being able to hear her silent crying.
You promised her that you’ll be safe, continuing to help cookies. She’ll never forget you, she took inspiration of your good deeds and aim to do the same by helping out the nearby villages and provide them aid…it was an honor to fight alongside you…
You waved her farewell as the kingdom got further and further away until the falling snow obscured it from your vision…
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Affogato was livid. What were his disciples thinking?! Oh he was going to turn them into CRUMBS when he sees them again….
Affogato went into a fit as he ranted about how Cacao was a big fool, a cookie that did nothing but give to others, and he would just throw you away…
However, before he could get more riled up, you stopped knitting and stood up as you placed a hand on his shoulder..
You reassure him that it was fine! That was a long while ago since you’ve left the kingdom, you’ve…learned to grow past the feelings of betrayal, the anguish, the pain…and learned that you could still do what you did best, lend a helping hand to cookies in need…
Exactly like you did with Affogato…
You have grown comfortable with your new life, you have this cozy new home, you have the warm fire, you had food on the table from hunting, life was good for you..
“But…would you want to go back? To that fool of a cookie?”
Please don’t insult Dark Cacao. He banished you, but you still held great respect for him. However, if you were honest, he was right. You were much better off on your own where you could do things in your own time and in your own way with nothing holding you back!
Now here was a question for Affogato, was he gonna run off now that he knew you were once a Watcher?
“And why would I do that? You’re not getting rid of me that easily~”
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You and Affogato Cookie have been living together ever since! This cabin of yours was so cozy, he should’ve left that dull kingdom a long time ago!
He’s incredibly clingy to you, if you left the canon to go aid a village in need, he would tag along with you. If the villagers ever expressed their thanks physically with hugs and handshakes, he would glare intensely at them until they leave. He would slide himself to your side, holding onto your arm.
You’re all he has left, so it only makes sense that he gets lonely when you leave the cabin, he’s all over you when you come home. Let him hug you, you cannot escape his grasp!
Still maintains his impolite tone to other cookies, it changes with you as he greets you with genuine smiles and gestures. It’s a pretty noticiable comparison.
He didn’t care what others had to say about him, he had you, that’s all that matters~
If you were working too hard, he WILL drag you to the bed to cuddle.
Won’t hesitate to put curses on cookies he deemed TOO close to you. No cookie deserved to be at your side besides him!
He witnessed your remarkable fighting skills, you whooped a whole gang of bandits single-handedly! You handled a snow lion on your own! You weren’t called a Watcher for nothing! Remind Affogato to never get on your bad side!
Seeing you aid the villagers with food and even provide them training on what to do and how to hunt for their own meals, Affogato only chuckled to himself. Dark Cacao was truly a fool to let you go….
And now, he had you all to himself! He would say he’s sorry to the potential future cookies he curses, but that would be a lie~ You only deserve the best, and that was what Affogato is~
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The sound of steps echo into the room as a cookie walks in, saluting to another cookie within the room as he gazed out a window.
“Have you succeeded in locating them?”
“Forgive me, my King, but I am still unable to locate Y/N Cookie….”
Dark Cacao Cookie only sighed in lament as he continued to gaze outside the window, his eyes staring out into the snow and wilderness.
“However, there were villages that I witnessed…forging for their food and training amongst themselves, the technique, the steps being taken…they say that the Cookie of the Ridge had aided them”
“Without a doubt, it’s Y/N Cookie. I recognize this anywhere.”
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“Y/N Cookie, you continue to hold cookies in your arms despite no one holding you in theirs…your banishment remains one of my many failings….”
“I won’t give up, my King. For your sake, for my own, and for everyone else’s. I swear that once I find them, I’ll bring them home…”
“See to it that you will, apologies are long overdue. I can only hope that their generosity will allow them to forgive us for my foolishness…”
“My king, you were misinformed…you wouldn’t have banished them if you were told how things actually were, the treachery and venom of those snakes only clouded your judgement…”
“Then it is only fitting that Y/N Cookie is to be received a grand welcome back into the kingdom. Please, do find them…”
“At once, my king!”
Caramel Arrow Cookie did a bow before leaving the room, hearing the solemn sigh of Dark Cacao be heard as her expression falls. She was instructed to go find you, but she had to make one stop first…
Your old quarters, it was left exactly how it was when you left. Despite banishment, Dark Cacao at the very least didn’t make any plans for your room to be changed in any way.
Caramel came into the room and sat down on your old bed, gazing to a shelf across from her, directly at a painting…of you and her. It was the time when you became the 8th Watcher, she was proud of you that day…joyous that she got to fight alongside you..it only made the current situation more hard for her.
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“You never change, Y/N Cookie…but I wouldn’t want you to….”
“I long for the day that I’ll see you again, to see that warm smile of yours that I’ve grown attached to…”
“To fight alongside you once more…”
“I will do my best to find you, Y/N Cookie….”
“And once I do, I’m bringing you home…and I’m never letting you go…”
Caramel giggled on that last part as she stood up and hurried out of the room, filled with a newfound determination to find you, her dearest friend…
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s7nburn · 3 months ago
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Sheets
Sam Winchester x female!reader
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Summery: After a long hunt, you, Sam, and Dean head back to the little motel you were staying in. Once you got to the room, you decided to take a quick shower. Something unexpected happens.
Warnings: Smut hehe, penetration, making out, reader has a tattoo on chest, use of "sweetheart", unprotected sex.
Word count: 907
A/N: lots of plot holes here but honestly it's my first time writing in a while... So uhm please don't mind thoseeee. Love you all, enjoy !!! Also this shit sucks asssss but anyways I tried 🔥
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You three had just finished a hunt, an exhausting and infuriating demon. As soon as it was over, y'all headed back the humble motel room. Once you got there you, you made your way to the bathroom. You shimmied out of your clothes and hopped into the rusty shower.
Without either of your knowledge, Dean had left the room, probably off screwing that blonde chick from the room a couple doors down. You washed all the dirt off your skin and hair, who knew hunting supernatural beings could get so messy right?
Sam unexpectedly walked into the bathroom, "Dean, what are-", you two made eye contact, both frozen. "I-I'm sorry." Sam said, then quickly ran out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. A few minutes pass, you worriedly turn the shower off and get dressed, not ready to face Sam after him seeing you naked.
You finally built up the courage to walk out, wanna know the thing that makes this whole situation better? You two share a bed. Walking over to the bed, "hey, I'm sorry about y'know.." Sam mumbled, "no it's fine, don't worry about it." You responded with a smile.
"I uh didn't know you had a tattoo on your chest? It's uh cool." Sam said, smirking at you, "oh yeah, I got it a couple years ago." You replied. Sam scooted closer to you, feeling braver than usual,"Can I see it again?" Sam asked, looking at you, his eyes flickering down to look at your lips.
You don't say anything, you just go in for the kill. The kiss was passionate, hot, and wet, really fucking wet. God who knew all the built up tension between you two could lead to something like this. His hand finds your hair, gripping it hard, lightly tugging on it. You return the favor, grabbing on his long hair.
He maneuvered you onto his lap, making you straddle him. You lightly grind on his crotch, noticing his cock growing harder and harder every time you did. "Fuck.." he groans, "you're so fucking hot." He continues. You whimper at the complement.
"I need you" you moan into this kiss, "I know you do baby." He moans back. Sam flips you onto your back, quickly stripping you of your shirt, then his. "Shit.." he grunts, "can't get enough of you.." after he removes both of your shirts, he starts working on the bottom half of your body.
"Sammy hurry up" you beg, he just looks up at you and grins, showing his sharp k-9s. He finally gets rid of your jeans, then his. He notices your dark purple lace panties and swears to himself, rubbing over the little bow. He bends down, placing a kiss on it. You swore you could cum right then and there.
"lift up baby." He softly demands, you do as your told, lifting your hips so he can roughly tug those purple panties down your thick thighs. Once he sees your puffy pussy, clit peaking out of the hood, he lets out a moan. "You're so perfect." He says, looking up at your pretty face.
You blush, not knowing how to respond, every guy you've been with, which wasn't many, never really cared to compliment, nor care about how you feel during sex, so this was very different than what your used to.
Sam noticed your blush, he smiles. He pulls his dick out of his boxers, spitting on his hand and stroking it a couple of times. "You ready?" He questions, you nod your head, he leans down, giving you a peck on the lips, moving down to your neck as he slowly enters you.
You both moan, finally relieved after all the tension. Once he bottoms out, he gives you a couple seconds to adjust to his dick, which was..over average. You whine, signaling for him to go faster, he chuckles "I know baby."
Sam starts to move, slow and hard, hitting your g-spot perfectly. You moan his name over and over and over again. Sammy Sammy sammy was all could be heard from your lips, swollen from the kiss earlier.
"Is that good, sweetheart?" He whispers in ur ear, nipping at your earlobe, you whine, to cockdrunk to speak. "Words or I'll stop." He says, trailing his lips down ur neck, "yes! It feels so good" you moan, but you weren't the only one who was loud, Sam would occasionally let out deep grunts and moans. You started gripping his back from the overwhelming pleasure your feeling. His pace gets faster and faster, harder and harder.
Sam is fucking you into oblivion, you couldn't even moan, just a quiet whimper leaving your pink lips now and then, "Cum with me, baby," he moans in between thrusts. "c'mon you can do it, don't be shy."
Sam slows down his pace, still hitting all the right spots, since his pace slowed, you can finally let out all the moans and 'Sammy's' you want. "There you go, sweetheart." He groans as u tighten around his cock, pussy spasming around it.
"I'm cumming" you whine, and as soon as you say that, it's like a buzzer goes off in sam's head, he speeds up his pace, moaning into your ear. You both orgasm at the same time, all that could be heard from the room was panting and the slight sticky sound coming from his cock pushing his cum deeper in you.
"I love you."
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midwestmade29 · 8 months ago
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Stress Relief ❤️‍🔥
I'm still hung up on Jay White, but can you really blame me? 😂 I'll get back to writing my requested stories as soon as I stop swooning over this man 🫠 Word Count: 1.6k Divider by: @saradika-graphics *GIF is not mine Disclaimers: Cursing, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion 🙂 When Jay is stressed, you help him relieve some of it...
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Something seemed off with Jay when he sauntered into the kitchen after getting a phone call from Austin and Colten. He stood with his palms pressed against the counter, completely lost in thought while you put away some clean dishes.  “Penny for your thoughts?” you asked gently.
Your words seemed to grab his attention.
“What? Oh, sorry love. Just thinking over what the boys told me about Billy. I guess he was really pissed about us showing up unannounced at his house with a camera crew. Grouchy old man! I wish my bat would’ve gotten a taste of his oversized tv,” he said with a scowl. “He’s considering taking it up with HR,” “Would he really do that? You guys didn’t even do anything, just toyed around with a couple of his things and admired some pictures on the wall. No harm, no foul,” you shrugged. “It’s not like you to worry about such things though baby. What’s bothering you so much about it?”
Jay let out a rush of air, clearly growing more frustrated by the minute.
“To be honest, I’m not even sure. I’m letting this whole thing with Billy and The Acclaimed mess with my head. Ugh, I need some fresh air,” He threw his hands in the air as he made his way out the back door.
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45 minutes had gone by with no sign of Jay. You had since finished up in the kitchen and started getting yourself ready for bed. You stole one of his wrestling t-shirts out of the dresser before brushing your teeth and turning down the bed. It felt odd laying there without him, so you went on a hunt to find him. You checked each room in the house before looking out by the pool with no such luck. A lightbulb when off in your head when you thought to check the home gym attached to the garage next. Sure enough, when you approached the door, you heard the weights on a machine clanking together and his favorite music blasting. You leaned against the doorway with your arms crossed taking in the sight of your man as he continued his workout.
He was wearing one of his cut off shirts along with a pair of shorts that were hanging off the v of his hips, his arms and forehead glistening with sweat as he pushed himself harder and harder. You were practically salivating! The grunts he made as he worked his body sent a jolt of lust straight to your core. After stepping away from the machine, he picked up a couple of the free weights and began doing arm curls with them in front of the wall of mirrors. You decided to make your presence known by walking up behind him and meeting his eyes in one of the mirrors. The smile that covered his face when he saw you in his t-shirt made you go weak in the knees! Jay was about to put the weights down when you yelled out over the loud music
“Don’t stop on my account! I’m enjoying the view,” He chuckled at your remark, not daring to disappoint you by ceasing his movements. You saw the remote to the sound system in the reflection of the mirror, so you grabbed it and turned the volume down while also changing the genre.
“That doesn’t sound like workout music,” he pointed out when he heard the tempo change. “Oh, but it is workout music baby,” you replied coyly. “Just not for the type of workout you’re doing currently,”
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Jay sat his weights down in a hurry when he caught on to what you were implying before hopping over a weight bench on his way over to you. You were lost in a fit of giggles when he took you in his arms and began planting kisses up and down the length of your neck. He drug his long fingers up your bare thighs, bunching up your t-shirt with his hands before gripping your hips tightly with them. His accent was ever present when he whispered against the shell of your ear.
“And what kind of workout did you have in mind, love?”
Your brain instantly turned to mush from his words, making you lose your nerve. When Jay noticed your sudden shyness, he made sure to capitalize on it.
“Come on sweet girl, don’t back down now. Why don’t you tell me the real reason you came out here. Better yet, why don’t you tell me what was going through that pretty little head of yours when you were watching me,” You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, swallowing hard when you saw how flushed your cheeks were. Your body was giving itself away from the color of your cheeks to your enlarged pupils, to the rapid rise and fall of your chest. Your fingertips seemed to tingle while they rested on Jay’s muscular arms, his scent was dancing around your nose. He was only mere inches away from your face, his breath tickling your skin, but that didn’t even feel like it was close enough! It was no surprise that he was having this kind of effect on you, he always has.
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Your words came out rushed as you scrambled trying to find the right ones to respond with.
“I-I was just getting ready for bed. It didn’t feel right not having you next to me, th-that’s it,”
“I see. And is that what you’re still wanting? To go back inside and get some sleep?”
When you shook your head no, Jay pulled you flush against his body, using his  fingers to outline your jaw before running his thumb across your lips. You melted into his touch when he cupped your cheek with his hand, earning a small gasp from him when you turned and kissed his palm.
“I’m not tired anymore,” you said suggestively. “I’d much rather help you relive some of your stress,” “I’m all yours sweet girl. You’re in control, do what you want with me. Make me forget all about anything and everything that’s not you,” With your palm flat on his chest, you backed Jay up until his calves contacted the weight bench. You hooked your fingers under the waistband of his shorts and underwear, pulling them down simultaneously. You instructed him to sit on the bench, his length standing at attention ready for whatever you had in store. He watched you intently as you pulled your own panties down, stepping out of them before straddling his lap.
Your entrance hovered above his tip, your arousal already making it slick. With your hands on his shoulders, you inched yourself down on Jay. He licked his lips and sighed at the feeling of you around him, the look in his eyes practically begging you to take the rest of him in. You had one more thing you wanted to say first.
“Don’t think baby, only feel. It’s just you and me, nothing else matters besides that,”
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Your lips parted while you sat all the way down, the fullness you were feeling now was delectable! Your walls stretched around Jay as you found your rhythm, pleasure overtaking you. The string of pants and moans Jay let out as you rocked your hips was euphoric and music to your ears.
You had that man seeing stars! You pulled his hair tie out and tossed it to the floor, grabbing a handful of his sweaty locks with each of your hands and tugging. Your lips crashed against his before he had the chance to release a sound.
Jay wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you tightly against his chest and nuzzling his face in your neck. The friction his body was creating against yours was sending you into overdrive, making you work harder and harder for the sweet ecstasy that your orgasm would bring.
“God love, you are incredible. Just look at yourself in the mirror! Look at you taking me so well, look at how perfectly we connect,” Jay murmured. There was something so very erotic and sexy about seeing things unfold in the mirror. It was nearly impossible to look away now! You both got lost in your reflection as you enjoyed the view. Jay could tell by the way your walls were tightening around him that you were moments away from unraveling.
“That’s it sweet girl, don’t hide from it. Don’t look away. Look how beautiful you are as you’re about to cum!” he encouraged.
With a few more rocks of your hips, you fell apart around him. You watched as your body and legs shook, how your mouth fell open, and how incredibly consumed with lust Jay appeared to be. His hands supported your back as you rode out the remainder of your orgasm, ultimately bringing him over the edge with you.
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You smiled against Jay’s lips as you stole kisses from him while he tried to steady his breathing, still reveling in the way he felt inside of you. The two of you were a sweaty, sticky mess but it didn’t bother either of you.
“Feeling any better?” you whispered against his neck.
“So much better, love. I think all I needed was a dose of you. You seem to be the cure for all,” Jay replied, his words still a little breathy. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,”
With one last glance in the mirror, you removed yourself from Jay and the two of you made your way back into the house. When you were settled in bed, you snuggled in close and fell into a deep sleep. That night Jay had the best night of sleep he’s had in a while, waking up the next morning a little sore from is double workout from the night before.
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ideasarestuckinmyhead · 7 months ago
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Can I have a one-shot with a y!listener and Charlie
Mine mine mine.
Casper gripped their switch blade while Charlie tried to speak to a customer. The fucking bitch was flirting with THEIR man! The blonde looked back at them and loudly said in the shop.
"Ma'am either order a pizza or please leave. I'm happily taken." Annoyance was clear in his voice and face. But the woman just continued to try and convince him to go out with her. Casper was imagining the ways to kill this fucking tramp.
It seems Pete saw what they were holding in their pocket because he hurried to intervene. He saw what the two meant to each other and knows that Casper is willing to do anything for Charlie to feel comfortable or safe.
"Oi, get the fuck outta my shop or I'm throwin' your ass out." Barking out the older man crossed his arms giving the lady a stern glare. He usually always says the costumer was right but Pete knows when to put his foot down. He fucking better grab that fucking bitch or else Casper was going to cut up her face.
"Fine! But sweet baby boy come find me if you change your mind! Or if that crazy bastard over there dumps you!" Sweetly saying the lady gives Charlie a card. Casper shoots up from out of their seat and Pete pushes the lady out quickly. Stalking to their partner Casper rips up the card cursing out the ladies existence.
"I should have fucking grabbed her!" Jaw clenched hard they bit their lip to calm down, but a hand touched their face. It was Charlie who looked worried for them, looking at the blood spilling from their lip.
"Cas, don't do that your gonna hurt yourself babe!" The blonde's eyebrows crease with worry. Causing Casper to stop and smile at him all lovingly. Charlie was too nice to people like that because he didn't want to cause a problem.
"I'm fine, love. You know I've done worst." Both knew what the crazy one out of the two meant. Casper had always done something worst when it came to them getting angry. Hearing this Pete told Charlie to just go home, since he had to deal with a harassment from a customer and he didn't get involved quicker.
When getting to Casper's house Charlie went to bed first after eating a good meal with Casper. Said partner grabbed black clothing and tools to help them hunt someone. It's been a while since they've done this so maybe it'll be fine if they lash out once.
The lady, Iris, was walking down an alley way trying to get to her apartment. Something behind her fell, it sounded like a metal can turning around she glared at the can rolling. In return she rolled her eyes and continued, nothing happens in these alley ways so why is she feeling the sense she's being watched?
"Boo." Turning quickly she saw a bat a inch away from her face. The next second she was knocked out, black spots filled her vision as she saw the person from he pizza join crouching before her. Their eyes looked wild and she started to cry, she really shouldn't have tried to push that blonde at the counter.
"Don't worry, I'll be quick if I'm not angry when I gut you." Giggling manically Casper gripped her hair and began to go to their car. Throwing the door open they chucked her in it and tied her tightly before driving to the location they used for things like this. Hopefully this'll be over before Charlie wakes up in the morning, if not they'll just say there was a flower they had to pluck for him.
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darkdemeter · 4 months ago
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More Fem child reader fluff! S/O has to travel with Strife and War since they cant find a way to Earth, deciding to help her after their mission is complete. As they travel, they figured S/O has a pure innocent soul full of light due to being kind and young. One night during camping, S/O is asleep, possibly in Strife’s arms, War’s cloak, or besides the horses who care for her like she’s a baby horse, and brothers discuss how frail and small and innocent the child is and wanting to protect her.
GUIDE HER WAY HOME III
◤✘DARKSIDERS REQUESTS | CATALOGUE (Platonic!) Strife and War x Female Child!Reader
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NOTES ↳ And so our story continues! *dreamy sigh* I adore how this story is playing out, it's turning into a bit of a series but I'm honestly here for it (and writing it). I love being able to let my creativity come through with these wonderful ideas submitted to me and explore the more in depth character study of Strife and War in this story arc. WARNINGS❕ ↳ Fluffy, wholesome content — mention of prior injury — a bit of light angst? — intended hunting/killing of an animal — Ruin and Mayhem eat apples (headcanon) — I think that's it?
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With Earth’s location being guarded by a ward that protects it, what are the Horsemen to do? 
The angels they sought guidance from proved to be a poor choice of candidates to look after you. Thus, they must take on the role as your guardians until the appropriate time comes and their mission is complete. They cannot simply set aside their prior responsibilities. 
Only after their task is done can they finally take you home — will deliver your home, where you belong.
But the way things are turning out to be, it cannot be said it’s dull or damning; in fact both Strife and War find their situation… enlightened. As if being in your presence that awes with glimmering light somehow brings a calm over them, comforting like a sure and weighted blanket. 
Nor can it be said that there’s no small amount of adventure with you around, running about their legs in a hurry whenever you take breaks or make camp for the night. Though the Horsemen continue on their destined path, they thought it was best for you to stretch your legs, to burn through some of that pent up energy that kept you stirring and fidgeting while in the saddle. 
War and Strife lead their valiant, loyal steeds at the firm guidance of their reins, their eyes watch closely as you run ahead of them, playing on the outskirts of the reef of bright yellow, a meadow of flowers that rolls with churning unison in the breeze that calmly sweeps at their backs and tousles your hair messily. 
Eager and bustling with a feeling wholly consuming, you dart into it with a rustled intrusion. Strife and War falter and their pace slows down considerably as they turn their attention to the dusting of petal powder that follows you, head barely visible over the flower horizon. You laugh aloud, palms wound with bandages stretch to embrace the fluttering stalks that tickle against your skin, the adornment of yellow pollen falls to nestle in your hair like a fluffy crown. 
Despite your circumstances, especially the recently transpired events with the angels, you beam with adoration and life, finding the pleasantries of splendor around you. In your eyes you see something that the Horsemen sorely find themselves failing to, though perhaps they try to perceive what it is; how exactly you see the world around you. 
Lands of mystery that allow your mind to expand with broad imagination and hope. Even as they stop, noting the sudden and eerie silence from the meadow, Strife and War charge forward to where you were only to find you seated and enjoying the peaceful atmosphere around you. Your eyes are brightly illuminated under the golden sun that flitters through the valley, occasionally obscured by white and puffy clouds, and the reflective tour of the dusty pollen in your eyes shows your quiet appreciation. 
In your hands with a fond, nurturing care, you absently hold onto a fuzzy stem. Your thumb brushes over the soft petals of the flower, your mind lost in the twirling, brightly colourful abyss above. 
Strife and War follow the invisible thread of your focus, wondering to themselves where exactly you’ve taken yourself into the scape of your thoughts. What is it that you dream and yearn for? Is it the comfort of your homeworld, your family? Do you gaze upwards with aspirations that the weather will hold up and be constantly sunny?
The wind picks up again, whirling as a sprinting breeze that disturbs the meadow into a frenzy and rustles the fabrics of clothing. Realising you are presently under their shadows, your head tilts back and your eyes stare upward. When they meet your curious gaze, a small noise bubbles in your throat, gurgling like a gleeful coo as you nuzzle the flower closer to yourself. 
Something about you radiates, not entirely seeable to them like Vulgrim’s ability to glance through a separate veil within his eyes, but there is most definitely a pulling gravity that both calms and warps the environment around you in a spiritual sense. 
To them, it’s like you’re glowing. The imprint of such divine innocence sitting right before them, a soul that burns brightly with pure and overwhelming light as you bask in the rowing field’s embrace; your soul following the river flow with its circling energy.
Time moves on and so do you and your new guardians. The sunlight begins to wane into a stronger hue of orange that borders on the pinkish smear against the sky’s canvas, warning of the crawling midnight that blacks out and flickers with a million stars. 
“It’ll be getting dark soon,” Strife says, hands resting idly on his hips as he stares out from the shrouded overlook. 
War huffs in response, his eyes moving higher along the skyline with an agreeing nod. “We will need to find her food. She must be hungry…”
“Hm.” Strife’s steel-clawed fingers scratch at the base of his skull, considering what type of food would sustain you. Humans were an interesting sort, the Creator’s youngest and most fledgling of designs. Hunger plays deep into their balance and it’s very likely that with you being so young, going hungry is not healthy for your growth. And so, whilst you played with Mayhem and Ruin, Strife and War scan the grassy plains for any sort of food they could find. 
Strife’s head swivels fast at the fleeting catch of movement. It’s fast whatever it is, but with the right approach, he’s on the hunt with a dagger primed and at the ready. War hears the gentle pitter patter of your boots clubbing the dirt but he doesn’t react, instead watching Strife. Your head moves between the two brothers with a wide grin plastered on your face, eyes blinking rapidly with the sun peeking through the canopy. 
“What he doing?” you ask War as you point at the rider who becomes still for a moment, paused with a hunter’s final poise. 
“He’s hunting,” War answers. You remember very well that your father was a hunter, often returning in the day’s afternoon with a bounty claimed and slung over his shoulder. 
“Ha! Got it!” Strife’s laugh echoes over the rolling hills, carried far on the wind as he wrestles with the startled creature. White like the snow, pink nose twitching as it struggles in vain to escape. 
“Wabbit!” you squeal and begin to run towards Strife, War not too far behind you with each stride matching your speed. Strife meets you halfway, crossing over the slivered, shallow river. He kneels down to your level, grinning behind his mask at the thought that he has done right by you so far in catching you food, for providing for you. 
“How about it? Dinner?” 
In a young one’s age, you must encounter the concept of death, the idea that one life must be taken to sustain another. It was a teaching passed down by the elders of your village. But still, in seeing how the rabbit has gone still in its resigned fear, you shake your head adamantly. 
“M’no.” Your arms reach out and Strife lets you take the rabbit from him, head tilted sideward with a hum of confusion. 
You hold the rabbit in your embrace, cooing and feeling the pristine texture of its fur against your hands that are careful to pat it. Strife’s eyes glow with a rhythmic pulse that follows each breath he takes and leaves. His eyes sink to find the unkindness done to you by the bandages around your bruised and hurt hands; and still your resort to be kind and compassionate overcomes the tears once present in your eyes. 
“But it’s food,” War remarks, tone almost reprimanding though intending to be gentle. “If you let it go, what will you eat?” 
You shake your head again, voice lowered into a near whisper. “Not the wabbit. Not her time.”
You waddle slightly as you walk towards one of the nearby burrows. Strife stands slowly, both are entranced by your moral compass, far too sweet to butcher an animal for your survival; a life for a life. 
“There you go.” You set the rabbit down and let out a small breath through your nose, hands guiding to push the rabbit to move along and within an instant it hops down the swallowing hole of its home. 
“It seems we will need to find another solution.” War doesn’t say much else after that, however, a small quirk of his lips lifts up. He admires the capability of your moral compass, a raw and intune nature of your compassion that shines through you. One day you will most certainly come to understand that a rabbit filling your stomach may go a long way, but he refrains from squandering that aspect of selflessness.
As the last of a species known for violence and carnage, the Horsemen begin to wonder if they can learn a quality brand new from something so small and pure. 
When night finally settles over the realm, Strife and War set to work on securing the camp’s location and lighting a fire. A mere and indulgent comfort for them, but for you it was everything. A source of warmth, a notion of safety and a respite for you to observe and ponder with childish wonderment. 
Having passed through a forgotten orchid that grew with freshly ripe apples, it certainly resolved the matter of filling your belly and you happily fed Ruin and Mayhem their own fill of the treetop delights. The way that Ruin and Mayhem would briefly bump their noses together in order to eat the next apple you presented to them, thanked by their noses and huffing breath pressed against your head, you were soon encouraged to rest by War and Strife. 
Now fast asleep with War’s red cloak wrapped around you, your head rests against the burly stomach of Ruin who lays at your side, providing a source of warmth and simply to remain close at your side. Mayhem occasionally bows his head, his long and armoured neck stretching over Ruin’s backside to flare his nostrils inquisitively at you as if to ensure you were asleep and undisturbed.
Strife and War mind themselves, their eyes always somehow finding their way back to you before they observe your surroundings. There was no possible way a threat could harm you, not with them around. 
“Are we going to talk about it?” Strife asks. He stands rigidly with his back pressed against one of the nearer oaks, arms crossed sternly over his chest and his golden eyes thinning into fine slits the more he dwells on it. 
Every sight of those bandages reminds him, haunts him with a nearly done mistake. Had the angels taken you in, would you even see your home and loved ones again? Strife will forever damn himself for thinking that the angels would do any good by you. He will forever scorn and internally ridicule himself for almost giving you up, for trying to believe that you were safer anywhere else that wasn’t with them. 
He wants to be better. He needs to be better. 
“What is there to say, Brother?” War asks with a shrug of his shoulders, ashen hair dancing over them with the motion. Strife seethes, sarcastically and dryly chuckling, “Oh, plenty! We almost gave her away to those— those…”
“Monsters.”
Strife’s shoulders tense at the word, its meaning carrying a far more personal remark than a broader term. His head falls forward and the golden hue shining through his visor’s pupils dims. 
“Yeah…”
“When she decided against killing that rabbit, she refused to take a life she considered equal to her own. She saw no honour in it.” War pauses while his eyes move from the crackling fire to you, watching as you stir and tug the ragged cloth of his cloak closer and bury your nose into its fabric. Something in his usually stoic case softens. “I saw her for what she is — of what she can become.”
“Better than any of us, that’s for sure.” 
War wishes he can agree wholeheartedly, but he is troubled given the deep furrow between his brows. Strife can see it, a translucent layer that forms over the glistening blue of his eyes.
War sighs low, quietly, “But she is also vulnerable.”
Strife can also understand that sentiment. Not just physically but your very presence incites chaos and other dark forces, drawing them to you without meaning to. It is the unsettling nature of this warfare, the darkness takes hold and snuffs out whatever light it happens upon; uncaring if that power be that of Heaven’s mightiest army or the tender purity of a soul such as yours. 
Powers like Lucifer seek it and its end. 
“She’ll become a marked target, if she isn’t already.” The words in Strife’s throat are dry and constricted. The instinct to curl and fiddle with the triggers of his guns is undeniably strong. 
“And it is up to us to protect her. Come what may, none shall snuff out her light, so long as I breathe and stand as a warrior for the Balance.” “With you all the way there, War. Heaven, Hell and back. I dare them to try.”
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yearningaces · 10 months ago
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Hi! (It got too long, sorry)
So um.. i had some time to think while I was trageling, and I didnt wanted my thoughts to get lost in the void so I wrote some things in my notes about Declan (its not entirely about him, mostly about just Hallewells). So if its okay then I would share it.
The first one is actually just a situation, or well.. so um, I temporarily forgot that he is in the medival times and I had a daydream about him in the modern age.
The thing is that I really love how devoted he is, but I also like how cold he is towards everyone else. And you said that he isnt a entirely a good person so I wanted to play with that thought, how he was acting before he met his heart. (I.. um... its about a car crash so um.. dont read it if it makes you uncomfortable, there is no blood or anything but someone does dies and someone got injured, sorry)
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Its colorful because I just realized I can do that in my notes lel (and I was hyped from my own thoughts, how silly)
Next one is like.. um.. mostly an ask. Shortly its about what would be his first reaction when he first sees his heart.
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The next one is about um.. shortly, when you cannot communicate what you feel or want, what would he do then?
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I am really sorry if any of this is uncomfortable or hurtful for you and you do not need to answer and also sorry for how I wrote in my notes because I was in a hurry... and on a bus so if you see any mistakes in my english then please ignore it. And also ignore this ask if you dont want to answer. (Im just hyperfixating right now here.) Thank you if you answer!
Please NEVER apologize because this is all liquid word gold and nothing could have made me happier to read because you got him! You got him nailed down!! Let's run through this one by one!
Second scenario!
First of all the car crash is 100% in character for a Hallewell. He's done his job, he's moving on without a second glance. Maybe MAYBE if that Hallewell knew his heart already and the woman who was injured looked like his heart? He might toss the man's phone to her. That's really it, they are such an emotionally detached being, not good, but they're doing general good by hunting and murdering the bad in their own way (also please please I'm rotating the powerhouse of this scenario iny mind the next few days of a modern time Declan just... Appearing in the road like that on a dark stormy night to do his job. I need to figure out the best weapon he'd use if not in beast form.) because that's exactly it! To most folks unless the Hallewell has actually shifted, they only see an intimidating human. For the prey of the Hallewell, they see or at least in the back of their mind they feel just how inhumanly wrong this creature is. These aren't good creatures, their job is to hunt and kill foul hearted individuals but that doesn't really make a Hallewell GOOD you know? Very duty bound and almost nothing else is in their heads
It's something I didn't touch heavily on, but whatever decides when a Hallewell is born (be it the deity that drives them like Crom dubh to a Dullahan) or the fate that creates a Hallewell because remember they can't be born from another Hallewell, whatever decides that they're meant to be is what decides who they're fated to. One individual through their entire lifespan, and that's it.
If I could say one good thing about a Hallewell it's that they are viciously devout to their heart. That is their only person, all of the lacking emotions and care is poured into that one person that's why it's so extreme. It's not strictly romantic though, it could be a platonic bond where the Hallewell feels a driving need to be your closest companion. A familial one where in their eyes their heart is their only family, but more commonly a romantic one where they want to be the best partner you could hope for so you'll never want to leave them behind. Because that's it for them, they could never find another person to care for.
Though the way they find their heart is a little... Fitting for how scary they can be.
The reason their heart is called that is because that's how a Hallewell finds them. They hear your heartbeat. They follow it until they find you.
Have you ever been hunted down?
Even if you know you're completely safe, it's terrifying especially if you don't know that and if the Hallewell in question is too excited to consider that fact so it will be a heart attack but once said Hallewell catches up, like I said with Declan, he'll be on his knees as soon as he sees you, holding onto your hand as if in disbelief over your existence because he's spent centuries committed to his duty alone, he's a rarity among Hallewell of being older and only now finding his heart, but now he has, and he would do anything to convince to keep him around. It doesn't matter if his heart is the strongest burliest man around, or the tiniest, he will act with the same adoring worshipful actions. He'd try to go off of your reactions, because at any point a terrifying stranger pledging his lifelong fealty is unnerving at best. He'd offer his home, protection, always good food on the table- he'll cook for you if you'd like, books, gems, fine fabrics, entertainment, himself, anything and everything he has if you will only permit him your presence and should you decide anything more he would be most blessed but would never expect as such.
He's an intense dude... All Hallewell are really.
As for the third thing!
This is hell! A Hallewell unable to aid his heart, Declan would be close to tearing his ribs open to offer you his racing heart if it helps! It's a scenario where he can get very very overbearing but he wants so badly to help and is close to just finding the nearest person he knows you've expressed lacking fondness over to devour them.
Now this is a very dependent scenario, but if you were crying, breaking down good and proper, first and foremost he'd isolate the both of you. No crowds, no guest fuck off everyone he will grip a bitch and toss them halfway across town if he feels they're making the situation worse regardless of who it is. Once alone he'll try to hold you, be it both of you on the ground he wouldn't care, if you let him he'll hold you close and not say a word until you do even if it means staying there for hours until he's stuff and sore he wouldn't care.
If he can't hold you? Okay he won't try again but he's gonna pace around on high alert instinctually patrolling the area you're in to ensure nothing can come near you so you can have the space to breathe properly.
Eventually he'll gain enough sense to bring you water and something light to eat because crying is dehydrating and exhausting. If you let him he'd carry you to bed, tuck you in all nice and cozy and try to help you rest.
The issue comes in now, if you go to sleep and don't tell him what happened once he's positive you're sleeping he'll lock the house up so you're safely protected from any nosey folks, and he will hunt everyone he knows you've been connected to. Not to kill but it's not off the table. He needs to know who did what to upset you so much and he doesn't care if that means fighting everyone in your town. He'll drag folks out of alehouse and toss them into a ditch to interrogate, he's not above beating someone to near death if they know something and if they're the cause I'm sorry they're no doubt going to die
If you tell him to stay before falling asleep, or find a way to explain, he'll just stay beside you as motionless as stone, watching you breathe. Counting the moments, waiting, watching. When you wake if you can tell him what you want he'll do anything.
If you can't tell him what you want just try to tell him to stay close so he doesn't go on a rampage trying to figure it out himself
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octahedral-chaos · 4 months ago
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Been seeing those asks you've sent Sqarlet, and... I'm honestly kinda lost with the lore of these three...
I guess... Ramble about Carol, Daylily, and Arxyl? (Forgive me, I forgot the name of the last one)
Yeah... thing's WILD. Daylily appears and grabbed my brain in a chokehold /SILLY
Anyways... Daylily! She's our silly Eclipsed! ophan. Taken in by a cruel couple hunger for power and status, she was proven to be more than they bargain for and was abused. She was locked up in the basement and got both wings removed in a rather painful and traumatic manner (Basically she was still awake when they did it... and they did drag her to the table-).
Because of this, she can be EXTREMELY skittish and even somewhat aggressive, but is extremely loyal once she warms up to you. Carol and Alyx helps her with healing, which shows that they're surprisingly silly. She loves early 2000's- early 2010's stuff! She also got an Idog and Ipod from Carol-
Okay back on track, Carol and Alyx found her while exploring the mansions basement. Her "parents" had to leave in a hurry because of a scandal they were involved in. Initially, Daylily was freaked out, but eventually calmed down enough for them to coax her out of the mansion and into the outdoors. She, along with Carol and Alyx, tries to figure out what is she and get answers to her past.
Carol, full name Carol Angus, is a rather chill guy. He's pretty curious and loves to learn about the world. He's also Alyx's only friend.
Alyx Donne is rather shy, less inclined for interacting with people, but loves wandering around. She tends to be a bit hyperactive when it comes to her interests, but she's still a pretty neat person to be around, if she feels comfortable enough around you.
Oh and on the topic of story (Since it's more of a thing my brain daydreams about-), I like to imagine that Daylily's "adoptive parents" ends up returning and upon realising that Daylily is gone, basically goes on a witch hunt for her. Thankfully, the trio eventually manages to find this little portal to Eclipsed's world and Daylily gets reunited with her flock!
And then Alyx, Carol and that flock effectively scares the everloving daylights out of the couple-
( @sqarletsworldlesswandering have this I guess because I may be a bit cringe-)
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jillianfahey · 3 months ago
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Good Omens Family: Sarah's six year old blessing incident
Yesterday after my first post about this I was wondering, how did Aziraphale and Crowley's daughter learn that heaven and hell were real? And I remembered how Hastur would probably try to use Sarah to get back at Crowley.
So one sunny summer day as Crowley chills as a snake in the garden keeping an eye on Sarah while he also dozed in the sun. She was just reading while leaning against the base of the tree that had been there when Zira and Crowley had moved into the cottage. All of the plants were also watching over her, they knew that as long as she was around Crowley would not punish them because she wanted to see them get better.
It was much like most other sunny afternoons with Crowley fondly thinking of how Sarah was so much like his Angel when he fell asleep. After the sleep had deepened partly naturally and partly due to a repression spell that was aimed at him for that purpose. Everything carefully set Hastur who had possessed the body of a little old lady and walked along the lane. In front of the little cottage he caused the body to drop the large basket spilling the contents.
Sarah's attention was drawn by the noise and quickly hurried up to her gate to see what the problem was. A look to her sleeping dad to check before she exited the gate, "Would you like some help?" The six year old asked the being posing as a harmless granny with all the innocence and trust of childhood.
With as warm of a smile that Hastur could draw out of the body, "That would be lovely dear." Coming closer Sarah picked up the spilled vegetables and held the basket up for the possessed granny to take. She was close enough for him to fully grab now but the smell was causing his vessels nose to twich. And the granny let out a sneeze.
Sarah looked up at him, "Bless your soul." Then she started screaming as the grandma was set on fire. Crowley, like any parent, woke up in a panic on hearing the sound and instantly turned back to his more human form.
Darting out as fast as a snake Crowley jumped over the fence and pulled Sara away from the flaming grandma before summoning water to douse the poor woman. Sending the grandma to the hospital with a wave of his hand Crowley quickly knelt down to comfort his sobbing daughter, "I'm a murderer!"
"Shhh, it's alright dove," wrapping her in his arms and picking her up, "I'm here." Walking into the house, "The granny's not dead either so you're not a murder." After getting Sarah a cup of tea and some biscuits she was finally calm enough to answer, "Can you tell me what happened before she was on fire?"
Sarah was a stress eater so she downed three biscuits before answering, "She dropped her basket so I asked if she needed help. When she said yes I picked up her vegies and put them back, and as I handed her back her basket she sneezed." Crowley was watching her carefully as the kid finshed, "So I blessed her like Papa said to."
"And she caught fire after you blessed her?" Crowley had leaned forward and there was a snakelike glint in his eyes as he asked.
Sarah nodded, "Why did she catch fire Dad?" Before he could formulate an answer her eyes filled with tears, "Did I do something wrong?"
Scooping her up again, "No, you did exactly what you were supposed to do." Hugging his daughter close Crowley silently cursed whichever demon scared her so much to the darkest torture pit of hell. He and Aziaphale would need to find a way to explain to Sarah about what had really happened today.
It was close to dinner when Azirphale got home after closing the library when Crowley met him at the door with a kiss. Noticing the lack of a little girl running up to hug him, "Where's Sarah?"
Seeing the old hunted look come into Crowley's eyes as he answered, "In the greenhouse."
Taking his husbands face into his hands Zira asked, "What happened?" On hearing the events of the day he sat down and they started talking about how to explain things to their little girl.
And that was how Sarah learned about Heaven and Hell. Also there was a new set of guidelines and rules to try to keep her safe from another attack.
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m-jelly · 2 years ago
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Hi! I have a request, I hope it doesn't make it difficult for you. Imagine like reader is Armin's older sister (have about 10 years gap) and she dates Levi about 5 years already, and she's in Survey Corps too. Just some headcanons between them, maybe Armin thinks that now he has benefits and privileges among another, but this is not the case. Just write whatever you want, Armin and reader have good siblings relationship btw🥰.Englisch isn't my native language, sorry for mistakes.
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@kenkopanda-art <3
Armin's sister
Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader
Genre and tags: Canon AU, romance, fluff, being a couple, Armin is your younger brother.
Concept: Armin arrives at the scout base and can't wait to see you, his sister. However, while hunting for you he sees you in a passionate moment with a famous Captain. Armin confronts you about your relationship so you tell him about your five-year love. Armin asks if this means he can have benefits, but you break the news to him that he has to work like everyone else.
Taglist: @levisbrat25 @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @li-anne @nyxiieluna @youre-ackermine @nbinairyn @thebobaprincess @notgoodforlife @galactict3a @demosimp6
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Armin smiled as his friends chatted with each other. He gazed fondly at them now everyone had a deeper bond due to the plugging of the hole in the wall. He liked that he was together again with his friends and that they could all fight together.
He was excited to see his friends who'd arrived before him. Eren had been here for a while while he was training. The person he was most excited to see was you, his wonderful sister who had done everything possible to help him. After the deaths of your parents and grandparents, you had paid for everything and helped Armin through his childhood. You had become a parent to him. He just wanted to see you again.
He bumped into the tall Mike and cleared his throat. "Sir? I'm looking for my sister." He gave your name. "Have you seen her?"
Mike smirked and snorted. "In the woods. Just follow the path and then go right when you reach the oak with flower offerings. Keep going and you'll find her in a nice little spot."
"Thank you." He bowed and hurried along to the path Mike mentioned.
He walked into the woods and stopped at the large oak with flower offerings and people's names. Armin was sure this was a remembrance tree. He bowed to the tree before hurrying to the right just as he was told. He smiled softly as he thought about seeing you again and giving you a hug. He hadn't seen you in over a month because you'd been busy on missions.
Armin looked up to you. You were a researcher for the scouts and were incredible at evasion of titans and observing their activities. You were the lead researcher for the scouts and the new reports and findings coming out about titans were all thanks to you. He wanted to work with you.
He stopped a moment when he saw you walking with someone. He perked up and grinned at seeing you again. He paused a moment when the person with you grabbed you and slammed you against the tree making you giggle.
Armin blushed hard when he watched Captain Levi press you against the tree. Levi leaned closer to you and whispered something making you laugh a little as you blushed. Armin gasped when Levi kissed you passionately. He stumbled back and hid behind a tree when the Captain started pulling your shirt out from your trousers.
Armin put his hands to his face and spied through his fingers. Levi pushed his hand under your shirt and slowly moved his hand up your soft warm skin. Armin turned away when he saw hips moving together. He ran off and went back to the oak.
Armin sat by the flowers and the names of lost scouts as he tried to piece together what he just saw. He couldn't believe he just caught his sister with the famous Captain Levi. He was a bit scared that this would mean Levi could become his brother-in-law at some point. He only knew scary things about Levi.
He started to worry about you. He was wondering if the Captain was treating you right. He saw what Levi did to Eren in the courtroom, so he was so scared of what he would be doing to you. However, Levi did seem to be very loving and you were very welcoming of the touch and kisses.
"Armin?"
Armin flinched when he heard your delicate voice. He looked up to see you standing there with Levi next to you and both of your cheeks were flushed. He said your name and gave you a small smile.
You grinned and crouched down next to him. "So, you chose the scouts, huh?"
Armin nodded shyly. "I umm...I wanted to be with you. I wanted to umm...I wanted to be useful like you are."
You poked his cheek. "You are very useful. You're super smart so you'll help so many people." You offered your hand to him. "Stand up and give your big sister a hug."
Armin let you yank him to his feet and then wrap your arms around him. He hugged you back and fought tears. "I missed you."
"I missed you too." You let him go and smiled. "You look so cute in your scout uniform." You hummed a laugh. You gasped and placed your hand on Levi's lower back. "I want to introduce you to someone very important to me."
Levi blushed hard at your words. He whined a bit. "Tch, cute brat."
You hummed a laugh and smiled at Armin. "This is Captain Levi. I should have told you sooner, but a lot has happened and well...I was planning a nice little afternoon tea date to tell you. Anyway, Levi and I have been dating for five years. Levi, this is my brother I told you about, Armin."
Levi offered his hand. "Nice to meet you."
Armin fumbled a little before shaking Levi's hand. "N-Nice to meet you t-too."
"I uh...I really...uhh." Levi cleared his throat. "I am deeply in love with your sister, so don't worry I am looking after her. I know you saw what I did in the court, but I would never do that to your sister. I was just proving that Eren doesn't lose control. I'm sorry if I came across as a bad person."
You rubbed Levi's back. "He's a good man and I love him too."
Armin nodded. "I understand. I'm happy for you both." He grinned brightly. "You look good together."
Levi let out a long sigh. "You have to keep us quiet though, okay? We've gotten approval from your commander, Erwin and we have declared it, but we don't want the cadets losing their shit over this."
You smiled softly. "Levi's right. Just keep it a bit quiet."
Armin bowed. "I swear."
Levi pointed. "I'll walk ahead of you both so you can catch up. I'll see you in my office?"
You leaned over and kissed his cheek making him blush hard. "See you in your office."
Levi grumbled and walked ahead. "Tch, damn cute girlfriend."
You giggled as you watched him go. You turned to Armin and smiled. "So, you moved in yet?"
"Yeah." Armin sighed. "I like it here. I made sure everything was moved in and then I came running to see you."
You put your arm over his shoulders. "I'm so proud of you for passing the training. You had a rough graduation. I can't believe you had to help plug the hole in the wall!" You pulled him close and ruffled his hair. "You're so cool!"
Armin laughed at your actions then blushed when Levi glanced back. "So...you're serious?"
You released him. "Serious?"
"You and the Captain."
You laughed a little as your heart fluttered. "Yes. We've talked about the future together and everything. We want to get married, but we agreed we'd talk to you and make sure you're settled before we take things further."
Armin nodded and hummed as he thought for a moment. "So, does this mean I'll be treated differently?"
You frowned a little. "What do you mean?"
"W-well, you're the Captain's girlfriend and I'm your brother. So, I was wondering if it would mean things would change for me or I'll get different treatment."
You stopped on the path and turned to Armin. "You'll get treated like everyone else. Just because I'm with Levi doesn't mean I get special treatment or less treatment. When you date a fellow soldier, you have to sign a declaration of it and a confirmation that you will not let the relationship change the way you work. I get no political or work benefit from dating Levi. I date him because I love him." You looked over at Levi to see he'd stopped and was leaning against a tree. You smiled as he kept looking over at you. "He's so sweet and he just gets me."
Armin looked over at Levi, then back at you. "I can see the love. I was just simply asking."
You looked down at Armin. "Were you wanting a benefit?"
"N-No, I was asking about the protocol."
You ruffled his hair. "You're a cute kid. The only benefit to you is Levi will happily be like a father or brother to you." You placed your hands on Armin's shoulder and squeezed. "Give him a chance, please. I know your first time really seeing him was in the courtroom, but he truly is a wonderful man. He just struggles with words sometimes."
Armin smiled. "I understand. I look forward to getting to know him."
You kissed Armin's forehead. "Good lad. Now, I better catch up to Levi before he starts pouting more." You hurried over to Levi as you pulled Armin along. "I have an idea!"
Levi held your hand. "Mm? What is it?"
"How about us three have a nice afternoon tea like I planned. I think it'll be good."
"I'd be happy to do that."
Armin nodded in agreement. "Me too."
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