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[archaickobold]

Mornings Are Brighter With You In My Life

It's Slate's birthday, and Miro and Lucas want to give him a surprise. Fluffy and sweet, just these three being absolutely head over heels for each other.

Rating: G

Word count: 3101

(I recommend reading the other posts under #koboldwrites, just for context, but if you just want to jump in instead, go right ahead! This is the first time in a long while I've shared my writing, and I'm really excited! I hope you enjoy!)

Slate woke up slowly, consciousness creeping in like the first beam of sun through his window in the morning. He was warm, comfortable, and very much at ease, with a contented feeling settled deep in his chest. His eyes were closed, but he could feel the soft, fluffy blankets of Miro’s bed tangled around him. For once, he didn’t feel the pressing weight of deadlines, of stress, of a thousand responsibilities he had to worry about. Right then, he knew that the only thing that mattered was that he was relaxed and happy. 

After what felt like a blissful eternity, he felt the bed dip next to him slightly, and a hand gently brushed a lock of his hair out of his face. 

“Darling dearest, are you awake?” Lucas asked softly, and Slate groaned. He very much did not want to wake up. Lucas laughed quietly. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured, and moments later, Slate felt him start to press light kisses along his jaw, before his lips found Slate’s. He kissed him, slow and sweet, and the warm feeling in Slate’s chest grew. He pushed Lucas away gently so that he could catch his breath, his eyes blinking open. He met Lucas’s bright blue eyes, which were full of a love that he knew was mirrored in his own. 

“I love you,” Slate mumbled, his voice still rough with sleep. Lucas smiled, holding Slate’s hand and gently rubbing a thumb across his knuckles. 

“I love you too,” he whispered, as if it were a confession and not a fact that they shared among themselves as often as they could. Lucas scooted closer to him on the bed, one arm wrapped around his waist, and a leg catching behind Slate’s ankle. This time, Slate was the one who initiated the kiss. 

“Miro wanted me to tell you he’s making breakfast,” Lucas breathed, when they had to separate for air yet again. 

“He can wait,” Slate said firmly, leaning in to kiss him again. Lucas melted against him, his other hand threading through Slate’s hair and lightly scratching his scalp. Slate quickly turned to putty, kissing Lucas back with even more enthusiasm. Lucas laughed, which only ended up making Slate laugh and quickly putting an end to their making out session.

“What?” Slate asked, still grinning as he rested his forehead against Lucas’s. 

“You’re just so Sol damned adorable,” Lucas said, grinning back at him even as Slate’s face quickly turned a bright shade of red. He turned and hid his face in the pillow, letting out a whine. 

“You can’t just say things like that,” he said, muffled, and he felt Lucas kiss the back of his head again. 

“And why not? Can’t I compliment my lovely boyfriend?” Lucas teased gently, and Slate buried his face even further into the pillow, even as he couldn’t help but smile to himself. 

“You’re right, you should go compliment Miro,” he teased back, and Lucas hummed. He pressed a kiss right behind Slate’s ear, making him shiver. 

“I will, later, but right now, you’re the one I’m focusing on. It is your birthday, after all,” he said, and Slate felt a jolt go through him. 

“It is!” he said excitedly, suddenly sitting upright. Lucas startled, having to quickly lean back himself to avoid getting hit in the face. He laughed, giving Slate a warm smile. 

“It is,” he agreed, lightly kissing him again. “Happy birthday, love,” he said earnestly. 

“Thank you,” Slate said, squeezing his hand. There was a pause, and then Lucas bit his lip, clearly fighting the urge to laugh.

“You didn’t- you didn’t forget today was your birthday, did you?” he asked, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Wh- no!” Slate protested, a little too quickly. He didn’t forget, so much as get so caught up in the wonderful fact that he was warm and comfortable and loved that it didn’t seem that important at the time. What could he say?

“If you say so,” Lucas teased, kissing Slate’s hand. 

“Lucas, sweetling, when I told you to go make sure Slate was up, this wasn’t really what I meant,” Miro said, standing in the doorway with a smile on his face. Slate looked up, his face lighting up as soon as he saw him. 

“Darling! Get over here,” he said, laughing and reaching out for him. Miro laughed, quickly closing the distance and joining the two of them on the bed. 

“Mm, just for a minute,” Miro hummed, kissing the top of Slate’s head. Slate hummed happily, the feeling of warm contentment only growing in his chest. “I made pancakes, and I don’t want them to get cold,” he said, and Slate paused. As tempting of a reason that was to get up, he was warm and comfortable where he was. And now that he had both of his boyfriends, what else could he ask for?

“There’s fresh fruit, too,” Lucas added, and Slate blinked, twisting to look at him. 

“Really?” he asked, his eyes wide. Fresh fruit was expensive, and he honestly didn’t know if either of them could afford it- he knew for a fact Miro couldn’t. And sure, Lucas had been an Upper, but that didn’t mean he had the money for fresh fruit anymore. 

“Yep,” Lucas hummed casually, kissing his cheek. “I knew you mentioned that you were wanting some peaches, so I went ahead and got a couple for you. And some strawberries, too.” Slate knew the look of pure joy and amazement was shining clear on his face as he looked at his wonderful, thoughtful, caring boyfriends. 

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” he asked. He was met with a soft smile from Lucas, and with Miro gently squeezing him in a hug from behind. 

“You were yourself,” Miro said easily, and suddenly Slate couldn’t hide the blush that crept across his cheeks.

“Didn’t you say you made pancakes? That sounds great, why don’t we, go, go eat those?” Slate stammered, and Miro grinned. 

“You can’t escape the compliments so easily, you know,” he teased, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. Slate wrinkled his nose and squeezed his eyes shut, though he couldn’t help but smile too. He felt a hand on his cheek, making him open his eyes almost immediately. He saw Lucas staring fondly into his eyes, tilting his head slightly.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, and Slate felt his cheeks warm even more. 

“You can’t just say things like that,” he whined, wanting both to hide out of embarrassment and to stay where he was, comfortable with both of his boyfriends. 

“Mm, I think I can though,” Lucas countered, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. That did it for Slate, making him hide his face in his hands as he heard both Miro and Lucas laughing at him. 

“I love you,” Miro said, and Slate opened his mouth to say it back, only to be interrupted as his stomach let out a very loud growl. 

“Love you too,” Slate said, mildly dying inside but with a sheepish smile on his face. 

“You know, maybe breakfast isn’t such a bad idea after all,” Miro said, and Slate paused to consider it for a moment. He was hungry, but at the same time…

“But it’s comfortable and warm here,” he pointed out.

“I mean, who says you have to leave? We could do breakfast in bed,” Lucas suggested, and Slate’s face lit up. 

“Please,” he breathed. “That, that sounds wonderful, I’d love that,” he said, looking hopefully between the two of them. That sounded heavenly, and now that Lucas had mentioned it, he didn’t know what he’d do if he had to get up now. Miro laughed, gently kissing him. 

“Then we’ll do that,” he said, his voice overflowing with fondness. “Sweetie, you stay here, and me and Lucas will be right back,” he promised. Slate pouted as both of them left, only reluctantly letting go of Lucas’s hand as he got up. He knew they’d be right back, but it was the principle of the thing. He flopped back on the bed, dramatically covering his eyes with an arm. 

“I am simply going to waste away,” he mumbled, still grinning to himself. Sol, he loved his boyfriends so much. They were so sweet, and kind, and they were doing all of this for his birthday. This feeling of sheer joy and contentment that he felt around them was something precious, he knew, and he wanted to cradle it close to himself. To keep it safe. He knew that it couldn’t last forever- not as long as he had to stay in the Upper- but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to enjoy it for as long as he could while it was still here. 

Mere moments later, he felt the bed dip under him again, and he peeked out from under his arm to see Lucas and Miro smiling at him. 

“You haven’t gone back to sleep, have you?” Miro teased, and Slate made a small offended noise in the back of his throat. 

“I could never!” he said dramatically, sitting up with a grin. “Not when I know my very wonderful boyfriends are here,” he said, a light blush spreading across his cheeks. 

Lucas smiled as he carefully set down the three glasses of milk he was carefully balancing, before leaning over and kissing Slate. 

“You’re so cute,” he murmured, and Slate felt his face abruptly turn a much darker red. Lucas laughed, even as he moved to help Miro unload the armloads of plates and food he was carrying. 

“There’s the breakfast,” he said as Lucas helped him set the last of it down on the nightstand. “And here’s the bed,” he added, getting on the bed and scooting closer to Slate. He wrapped an arm around his waist, making Slate melt against him as Lucas quickly got on his other side. Lucas pressed another kiss to the base of his jaw, making him shiver. 

“Good?” he asked, and Slate hummed contentedly. 

“Very,” he mumbled, shifting so that he was a little more squished between them. “Sol, I love you both,” he said, smiling warmly at both of them. Miro grinned, nudging him with his knee.

“And we love you too, though you really should eat something,” he prodded, handing Slate a plate and offering the larger plate with an impressively large stack of pancakes. Slate laughed, taking a couple. After some more shuffling in order to go get the forgotten syrup- which was a necessity- Slate was finally able to take a bite. He hummed happily as the flavor hit his tongue, sweet and warm all at once. 

“What do you think?” Miro asked, looking over at Slate as he grinned at him, his chin propped up on his hand. 

“It’s so good!” Slate mumbled around the bite in his mouth. He quickly swallowed, offering him a sheepish smile. “It, it really is. I love it,” he said, hoping that his expression was able to convey all the love he felt that his words couldn’t do justice to. From the responding lovestruck grin on Miro’s face, he was fairly confident it had worked. 

“With that good of a review, I need to try them too, you know,” Lucas said, reaching for a plate. Before he could, however, Miro quickly intervened, grabbing it and holding it out of Lucas’s reach.

“Nope, not like that you won’t,” he said, a mischievous, teasing note in his voice. “Slate said it was good, but not great, so maybe there’s an element missing. Part of the experience.” Slate didn’t even bother to hide the baffled expression he gave him at that. 

“Miro, I love you, but what the hell are you talking about?” Lucas asked, fond exasperation clear in his tone. Miro’s grin only widened. 

“Close your eyes, and open your mouth,” he said, and Slate could only watch, bemused, as Lucas did as Miro said, albeit with some hesitation. Stealthily, Miro snatched a piece of pancake from Slate’s plate and popped it in Lucas's mouth. As soon as he did, Lucas's eyes fluttered open, giving Miro a look of confused affection. Still, he gave in and chewed as Miro grinned smugly. 

“You know what, it is very delicious,” Lucas said. “Though,” he hummed, pretending to think for a moment before grabbing Miro’s hand and pressing a kiss to his palm. “Not as sweet as you,” he said casually. A light dusting of pink spread across Miro’s cheeks, though he didn’t pull his hand back. 

“You’re the one who’s sweet,” he complained, and Lucas only laughed. Slate nudged Lucas with his foot, giving him an innocent look. 

“I don’t know, I think you’re both pretty sweet,” he said, and Miro raised one eyebrow. 

“Oh? Really? Well, maybe you’d better check,” he said, also the perfect picture of innocence even as Slate’s face grew warm. 

“I mean, I- I wouldn’t say no,” he mumbled, and Miro leaned in closer.

“So would you say yes then?” he teased, and Slate hid his face in his hands again. Sol, he really didn’t know if he could stand much more of Miro’s teasing before he simply combusted. All the same though, he still wanted to give him an answer that he was patiently waiting for.

“...yes,” he mumbled, he heard Lucas laugh, his heart soaring at the noise. Even if he was laughing at him, he still loved to hear it. 

“Come here, then,” Miro said, and Slate let his hands fall, leaning into the soft, sweet kiss Miro offered. They parted after a moment, and Slate pretended to consider it to disguise the way his heart skipped a beat at the sheer tenderness of it all. 

“Yeah, you’re, you’re pretty sweet,” he confirmed, unable to hide the still-present blush. “Though, mm, Lucas?” he asked, turning to him. 

“Right here, darling,” Lucas said, before he leaned in and kissed him too. It was wonderful and just as full of love as Miro’s had been. When they both had to stop for air again, Slate nodded. 

“Yeah you’re also, uh, very sweet,” he mumbled. He felt Lucas brush a lock of his hair out of his face before he gently pressed another kiss to his forehead. 

“So are you,” he murmured, and the look he gave him was one so full of pure affection that he didn’t know what to do with himself for a moment. He was frozen to the spot, slowly turning redder and redder. 

“Slate? You okay?” Miro asked, concerned.

“Just fine,” he squeaked, feeling like his face was on fire. Miro and Lucas both laughed, again, and Slate couldn’t help but smile back at them. Sol, he loved both of them so much. 

“Oh! Slate! The strawberries!” Lucas said suddenly, bouncing slightly in excitement. “You need to try them, here,” he said, gesturing for Miro to hand him the bowl of fruit. When he did, Lucas quickly looked over his choices before picking one up and offering it to Slate. Slate looked between him, the strawberry, and back, before realizing what Lucas was offering. He leaned forward, closing his eyes as he bit into it. Lucas made a small surprised noise, but didn’t move his hand away as Slate opened his eyes and gave him a curious look. He paused, before he realized that Lucas probably had just meant for him to take it and eat it himself. He blushed again, quickly ducking his head. 

“They’re really good. I love them, thank you,” Slate mumbled, and Lucas reached over and squeezed his hand. 

“I’m glad,” he said softly. As Slate stared at the bowl of fruit- definitely not trying to avoid looking at Lucas- he couldn’t help but wonder… 

“Miro, have you ever had fresh strawberries before?” he asked, looking up at him. Miro shrugged. 

“I’ve never had any fresh fruit, actually. Dried, yeah, and otherwise preserved, but not fresh,” he replied, and Slate’s face lit up. 

“You haven’t? We need to fix this right now, hold on,” he said, quickly reaching for the bowl. He thought of going for a strawberry, but hesitated. They were good, yeah, but his favorite fruit was easily peaches. And so, he might as well start him off with one of his favorites. 

Grabbing a slice of peach, he offered it to Miro. “Here,” he said, and Miro raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Are you going to hand feed me too?” he teased, but instead of getting even more embarrassed, Slate was hit with a sudden burst of impulsiveness.

“Of course,” he said confidently, and Miro grinned mischievously. 

“Oh, are you now?” he said, leaning in closer. 

“Yep,” Slate said, refusing to let himself hesitate. Miro looked at him, making eye contact as he bit down on the peach. He paused, humming, and his eyes went wide. 

“Oh, it’s so good!” he mumbled. “And juicy! Hold on, what the fuck-” he hummed again, sitting back a little as he continued to chew. Slate and Lucas watched, amused. Sure, he may have been playing it up a little bit at first, but now it was clear that he was feeling genuine emotions about the peach. And, Sol, Slate didn’t know that he could feel so much joy just from watching someone he loved experience something he loved for the first time, but he was.

“Okay, why didn’t you both tell me about this sooner?” he said, pointing at both of them. “This, this is a crime that I didn’t get to taste this fucking amazing thing sooner,” he said, and Slate grinned. 

“I’m glad you like it,” he said. 

“Like it? Fuck no, I love it,” he said, smiling broadly. “And Sol damn it, I love both of you, too,” he said, and both Lucas and Slate gave him soft smiles right back. 

“We love you too,” Lucas said. 

“We do,” Slate agreed. “But, maybe we should, uh, actually eat before the pancakes get cold? I know you worked really hard on them, and the peach will spoil if we leave it much longer, and that would just be a crime,” Slate pointed out, glancing between his boyfriends. 

“Mm, smart as always,” Miro said, kissing his cheek. “Why don’t we dig in then?” 

As they lay there in bed, smiling and laughing as they fed each other from their own plates, the warm feeling that had been resting in Slate’s chest grew and grew. He’d never felt so loved before, but he was glad that he had this now. 

[hirokiyuu]

sols roundup masterpost

i mentioned i was reworking the original post on my ao3 and so here it is! please note that a) there are a LOT of spoilers under the cut  (guy who has 80+ hours and multiple multiple endings) and b) there’s a lot of ways to take sol and these are just me having fun with them, if u dont like thats fine but dont tell me i don’t care. lol. also worth noting i think time loops are most fun when they subtly influence each other so there’s a lot of that in here LOL

worth noting i think theres a few traits that are pretty universal to them? wants to do right and full of love are the big two, tho curiosity, (seeming) warmth, and ability to fit in w/those around them are also pretty important tho i think more flexible. its just fun the way various sols can have those traits like.... manifest? an alien-hater sol who goes hunting all the time is just as valid as a sol dating dys that wants to end the war. just different ppl they love and different experiences. its fun

with that. onto the Meat

1) solana (she/her (demi?)girl, loyalty leaning lawyer, neutral end)

baby’s first run! outwardly warm but pretty cold inside. hypercompetent everywhere except in her love life. fell for tang when they were like nine on the ship and just sort of, never stopped, feeling that way, including when she was 100 years old and had outlived tang by nearly forty years, partially bc fixating on tang as people were dying was kind of. the only solace she had. wouldve really benefited from a good therapist.

2) solanaceae (he/him tguy, governor, peace ending)

childhood optimist with a hero complex turned "realist” but actually-exactly-the-same-just-depressed-about-it adult. saves tammy and tonin and hal! cannot save his parents :) grows a little distant from most of the people around him as a result, except dys, who Gets it. avoids tang for pretty much no reason he can understand, just has a sense of She Will Hurt You If You Get Too Close when he sees her sometimes. becomes governor solely bc he wants to save people. the kind of person you can trust in your house with your keys and your valuables and then someone asks ‘hey whats his favorite color�� and youre like. i dont. actually know

3) solane (they/them nb, gardener ending)

manic overconfident freak. definitely a ‘i wont tell people about my dreams bc it’s like i’m a HERO this way!’ type. saves everyone and extremely proud about it. coasting through life from ages 14-19 until they go find dys after the bomb has gone off and he’s dating. someone else? which makes them freak out bc THEYRE the hero. so instead of being normal about this they become a gardener in a desperate attempt not to be left behind

It’s Bad!

4) solanaceae (he/him cisguy, colonial hero, neutral ending) x / x

this is the one ive been referring to in private as “fascist manwhore sol” and honestly. yeah. just as overconfident as the last but extremely charming about it. the kind of guy you kinda wanna hit but also can’t help but like? somehow manages to be close w/most everyone in the colony despite their various opinions. really really hates the gardeners + even sym, for some reason w/in himself that he can’t explain. 

in Love with dys for most of their lives but cant ever make it work, fwb with rex, dates vace despite having matching tattoos with his ex-gf. hes just that kind of guy. dies young and a hero, less than a year after dys disappears into the ridges. dont think abt it too hard.

5) solane (she/her nb, neutral end, roboticist on accident somehow but a social skills job wouldve fit much better)

if third sol Thinks theyre god this sol like. actually Is. extremely clear dreams, used to talk abt them pretty much always until her first trip to medbay, at which point she stopped ever letting adults know. kind of existentially exhausted as a result. using this life literally just as a coffeeshop au lol. poly but also probably aromantic; open rship w/rex, who they love a lot but no more so than literally any of their other friends. pretty happy with stuff! 

until they go to see dys off when he “vanishes” from the colony and they accidentally let it drop they couldve like. ended the whole war. he’s. displeased. they still make an effort to enjoy the rest of their life but when they die theyre thinking abt how they should try to be a better person next time. and also hoping they remember less.

6) solanaceae (genderfluid but generally refers to self as a lesbian, peace end, botanist) x

cheerful heroine! desperately wants to be normal and tries so so hard to ignore her dreams, which works kind of, right up until they very purposefully ignores the one abt tammy and tammy dies immediately after :) at which point they completely switches gears and uses their dreams to try and save Everyone they can. bffs with nem since childhood & into her pretty much Always. everyone’s friend! dies content and at peace.

interestingly, bc this is the route where i got paradox ending on a save, probably the sol closest to the wormhole + everything about it, despite not actually remembering much from his dreams. it manifests in other ways. lol.

7) solane (she/her cisgirl, neutral end, roboticist)

coward who can only be brave when it’s for the sake of the people she loves, most notably tammy who she actually dislikes until she saves her life, at which point she realizes maybe she Can be a hero too. better with robots than people, spent most of her childhood following cal around bc he was one of hte only ppl to make time for her. falls madly in love w/tammy; their family is her biggest joy. a good parent.

8) solanaceae (he/him agender, neutral end, doctor)

feral intense child who becomes a terrifying eagle-eyed doctor. max perception by age eleven, somehow. STRONG sense of justice. strongest belief is “if you ignore someone you couldve saved, you’re garbage.” not quite high enough friendship w/nem to convince her to leave vace as teens; helps her later on when theyre adults. years and years later after dys “dies” they end up moving in and spend the rest of their lives together.

9) solanaceae (they/them nb, peace end, entertainer)

awkward ace kid who always speaks their mind. accidentally destroys tammy’s confidence every time they talk. gets confessed to by both marz and rex, shoots them down extremely awkwardly due to both aforementioned asexuality and the fact theyve had a crush on dys since they were thirteen. takes their promise to let him go seriously to the point that when he tries to bomb hte colony, they let him, and when he wants to be a gardener, they don’t stand in his way. is alright with this at first but slowly begins to feel lonelier and lonelier about it as time passes, and when they die and realize they won’t actually be with him again they feel. Very Bad. pass on wishing they’d not let him go but resenting him for asking to.

10) solane (she/her cisgirl, neutral end, xeno wrangler)

ive been calling this one “cuckoo bird sol” for a reason. desperately wants someone to be devoted to Her and Her Alone who Won’t Leave, and feels like. cal is good for that. doesn’t like tammy as a result, which means that when she has a nightmare abt tammy dying she doesn't even care, it’s not like its REAL. yeah. It’s Bad! she feels guilty abt it and then feels bad bc she’s also happy bc cal spends more time with her but also she does sure feel like shes competing against a dead girl huh! so! that’s fun!

eventually she does work her shit out and realize she does like cal himself and does want kids on her own terms but like. the process of getting there! one fucked up kid. dies more content than she realized she could be, glad for her family.

11) solanaceae (she/her nb leaning, peace end, parent) x

rowdy. her heart is 80% love and 20% pure unadulterated rage. unaugmented, which she personally doesnt care abt, but she sure does get pissed off at ppl trying to be soooo nice to her abt it! too busy w/sfc stuff during wet and as such completely misses her chance to talk dys out of the bomb. when she finds him on the ridges afterwards they yell at each other abt being in love w/each other for forever and she manages to drag him back home.

in some ways this would be my “golden run” (full friendship with everyone) (jesus christ) but despite that her actual bffs besides dys are tammy and (unfortunately) vace. in another world i would retcon this to ot3 but in this one she kissed sym and then he died in front of her and despite herself she kind of cant stop flinching away from him now if he tries to make a move. they do hinge poly instead it works. has a boatload of kids and never augments any of them. dies exhausted and delighted and in love w/the world. 

12) solane (he/him cisguy, peace ending, parent oops)

delusion run! sol who cant stop talking abt his delusions even when he knows he should. pursues dys in the “we were In Love before so we will be again!” way not the “i like you!” way until he gets. y’know. lobotomized. in some ways not focusing on his dreams is good for him but also he loses a lot of his personality? focus? afterwards

teases tammy relentlessly but ends up falling for her but bc for some reason this run glitched and tammy’s pregnancy just. kept going. she never had the kid? so i didnt date her even tho he wouldve lol. tbh most of th ending for this one is what id consider noncanon for him but ill retcon it later when i have more Vibes in place

13) solanaceae (they/he, peace ending, astronaut) this is a dead dove run (mentions of abuse)

unlucky number thirteen :) sol coming out of a delusion run with the creeping sense that they should not trust Anyone with their secrets. a little disconnected from the ppl around them tho they get on well enough w/dys and tang. madly in love with the wormhole. desperate to get off the planet and back into space so they can see it, a sentiment no one shares until, y’know. vace.

in Love (lol) with him after his 50. first time theyve ever met anyone they think Gets them so they enable him. fucking crushed when he starts dating nem. when he offers to cheat they take him up on it, which means he learns nothing and they lose one of their childhood friends :) eventually they go into space together just like they wanted! it’s bad! die in the wormhole and i think thats the first time they ever truly, from the bottom of their heart, regret everything. never want to fall in love again.

14) sol (no pronouns whenever possible but sort of ok w/they, peace ending, farmer) warning for abuse mentions in this one as well

sometimes you get so badly abused in one life your next life it still affects you! kind of an odd child, gets along better w/congruence than the other kids but thinks of cal is like a brother. doing ok until helios lands and then it’s like. h

avoids vace like the plague, despises/is afraid of him but doesn’t realize why until after sol starts understanding dreams more. when he dies i think sol wants to be like Good Riddance but. cant fully. approaches rex bc sol want to know What’s Up With The Whole Rex+Vace Deal, end up falling pretty hard. dating sym also, the three of them living together is an Experience i think. dies full of Love.

15) solana (he/him tguy, peace end, athlete)

rambunctious! cheerful! kind of dumb! falls in love w/cal from a young age and is convinced they’re gonna grow up and get married and is subsequently crushed when cal starts dating tammy instead esp bc. cal sort of. lead them on a bit w/it. slowly falls in love w/dys in the aftermath.

a bit immature. plays sportsball even in the middle of war, tension with both cal And nem as a result despite still being their bffs. he and nem are on opposite sportsball teams for the rest of their lives and yet go out for drinks after constantly. she’s his sister, basically! dies pretty happy w/how things turned out

16) solanaceae (she/they, neutral end, merchant)

greedy greedy greedy. wants money and love and attention, time and people and things, everyhting you can think of she wants it. she marz and tang are the Terrible WLW Trio of Girls Who Might Be Dating. bit of a soft spot for dys she can’t quite rationalize, will be kind to him when she’s not to anyone else. fond of rex as well.

she and marz flirt by flirting with tang, aka the person she Actually likes. pretty happy when they finally hook up, but isn’t devastated by the breakup as much as she is.... left hollow. another mistake on top of everyhting else (capitalism, dys vanishing, girl shes liked forever dumping her, also theres maybe a fleet from earth coming but haha dw abt it) she tells rex abt the fleet maybe a year? before it shows up. dies wishing desperately she had been able to be kinder.

17) solana (he/him tguy, peace end, professor) x

sugary sweet! childhood friends with tammy, they’re v similar people. loves her a lot, cannot wait to be best man at her wedding to cal LOL. despite his gentle demeanor he is also absolutely the kind of guy to do Whatever It Takes for the ppl he loves (ie poisons uncle tonin to keep him alive LOL)

thinks nomi is like, the coolest person in the universe when they meet bc they can MAKE things. so so stupid about them. when they start dating its embarrassing for everyone but they are so happy together no one can actually say anything. dies happy but wishing he was more confident in himself/brave

aaaaaaaaanyways that’s the current list. for Now. there may be more coming. i have offshoots of some of these as well that may or may not pop up wwww generally for fic that isn’t set with a specific sol i tend towards an nb sol closest to personality+dreams to my sixth sol? cheerful and trying to help but also Just A Kid about it!

[thot-writes]

how the undateables (sans luke) suck the strap (18+ NSFW);

Diavolo;

He asks for your approval a lot more than you thought he would. He’s kind of confused why you want him to suck you off when you wouldn’t actually feel it, but he loves you too much to say no to you.

Honestly, his questions get a little annoying and you can’t help rolling your eyes. You place a hand firmly on his head and say, “Dia. No more words, just suck.”

He nods dutifully, body shuddering at the nickname and does just that. He gets more into it since he’s not constantly pulling away to ask if he was doing alright, and he quickly finds himself getting hard.

His heavy lids hang low on his eyes as he sticks his tongue out, dragging it along the bottom of the silicone as he sucks along the length.

Ends up getting so invested in it you have to stop him — you’re getting way too turned on and you need to peg him like yesterday.

He happily gets on all fours for you like the good puppy he is.

Barbatos;

“Of course, my mistress.”

He sucks you without skipping a beat and his technique can give Asmo a run for his money. In fact, you might even say he’s better than him.

Barbatos is just so all-powerful yet so determined to serve his master(s) that his skillset is virtually unmatched. 

It’s actually kind of annoying how perfectly composed he is, so obviously a little bit of face-fucking is in order.

When you grab his hair and shove your cock down his throat his eyes roll back and he lets out a soft moan.

It isn’t long until your thrusts have him blushing and drooling. His composure seems to be lost as he palms your hips while you fuck his mouth with reckless abandon.

When you’ve finished, Barbatos simply stands and cleans himself off. “I trust my performance was to your liking, mistress?”

Performance? So he faked the whole thing?

You scoff in disbelief as you realise that breaking that professional mask of his might be the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.

Solomon;

I fully headcanon that Sol and Asmo used to fuck on the reg, so he’d surprise you with how good he is at it.

Probably the second most vocal (Asmo’s thirsty ass obvs comes first) when he sucks you off. He can’t help humming or moaning against your cock as he bashfully looks up at you.

He tucks his bangs behind his ears when he’s doing it and it’s the cutest thing ever.

He likes to kiss and lick the tip a lot, he smiles most of the time he’s doing it - it’s clear he enjoys this almost as much as he enjoys eating you out.

“Hmm, are you going to put this in me soon?” he grins coyly.

You stroke his pale hair lovingly and return his smile. “Of course, baby. I’m going to fuck that look off your face.”

His grin falters for only a second while his eyes light up in anticipation.

Simeon;

He’s reluctant to begin with, his face turning a deep shade of red as he struggles to get the words out.

“Y-you want me to... wh-what?” He nervously twirls a dark lock of hair around his finger.

You cup his cheek and kiss him tenderly before guiding his face down to your strap-on. He hesitated for only a moment before parting his lips and taking you in his mouth.

He sighs and gasps sweetly against you as you rock your hips into him, his own arousal pressing against the cotton confines of his underwear.

He whines helplessly as you start to get rougher with him and submits completely to your will.

Drool trickles down the contour of his chin while you force your cock further into his mouth. He starts to thoroughly enjoy the feeling of the slick silicone in his throat and gives a chaste kiss to the tip as you pull it out of him.

You went easy on him the first time, but he’s so cute you just know the next time you do it you’re going to make him choke.

[encantickling]

You Want Clear Skies?

Also requested by someone in the comments on my last post - when chilling outside, Camilo jokingly tells Pepa 'clear skies' while she rants about a character in her new book. Pepa, initially confused, decides to play with her hijo.

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"And then - then he goes and cheats on her! Honestly! She's gone through a surgery to donate her kidney and blood marrow to save his life and while she's recovering he cheats on her with her best friend and-"

"Mami! Mami!" Camilo couldn't help but giggle, watching his mother's frustration. "Clear skies!"

Pepa cocked her head curiously at her son, before looking up into the sky. No cloud. Still sun.

She looked back at the shapeshifter, who was giggling at how abruptly she'd stopped and the way she'd checked the weather instinctively. Her eyes narrowed playfully.

"Clear skies, huh?"

She set her book aside onto the grass, as Camilo finally seemed to clock that he was in danger.

"I'm just gonna-"

"You want clear skies?" She grabbed him by the sides before he could escape, dragging him into her lap and attacking his tummy. "Okay, mi sol, that I can do!"

"MAMI!" Camilo shrieked, bursting into giggles and squirming in her arms. "STOHOHOP!"

"Nuh-uh," She grinned at him, "You said clear skies! I don't see a cloud, so clearly I'm just gonna have to be safe and make sure I tickle you long enough that there isn't any clouds!"

"Thahahahat doesn't make seHENSE!" Camilo squealed as she grabbed one of his feet, flinging the sandal god-knows-where as she managed to get her nails under his toes. "NOHOHOHO!"

"No?" Pepa teased, laughing alongside her son as he flailed on the grass. "But clear skies Camilo! It's for the good of the Encanto!"

"I was KIHIHIDDING!"

"Hmm? Sorry didn't quite catch that!" Pepa apologised to Dolores mentally as she raked her fingers down his foot, before releasing the captured limb to attack somewhere else.

Pepa grabbed his ankles before he could scramble away, yanking him down so that his head was in her lap. Wiggling her fingers at him while he giggled nervously up at her, she raised an eyebrow.

"You know, for someone who doesn't want this to happen, you aren't exactly fighting me!"

As Camilo flushed ten different shades of red, offering weak half-formed excuses, his mother rolled her eyes and dug her hands into his sides. Maybe she took a bit too much satisfaction in watching her sons attempts at speaking devolve into squeaks and squeals of laughter, but she didn't really mind, laughing at his weak attempts to push her hands away.

"Ay, just like your Papi." She smiled down at Camilo, unable to resist flicking his nose before digging into his hips. "Oooh! This seems like a good spot, don't you think, camaleon?"

His shrieks and kicking feet were all the answer she needed.

Pepa chuckled fondly at the sight. Despite how vicious her attack had been thus far, she didn't actually want to murder her son, so she decided to give him a little break. One hand combing through his hair, the other gently tickled his chin and neck. She couldn't help but giggle with him as he tried to smush his face into his chest to trap her hand. "Ahh, hijo, you're so cute." She leant down to gently kiss his forehead, "even if you are a little brat at times."

She let the moment continue for a short while, sun shining brightly as she played with her child. It was only when he made a move to leave that she playfully pouted, holding him tightly to her.

"Where do you think you're going, hijo?"

"My sandal!" Camilo whined, melting into the hug subconsciously. "It's lonely! I need to bring it home!"

"What about me, mi sol?" Pepa clung onto him tighter, "What if I'm lonely?"

"I-," Camilo frowned, "Unfair."

"You know what else is unfair?"

"Wh- AY CARAMBAHAHA!"

Camilo screamed as Pepa blew a raspberry into his neck, going limp before trying to wriggle away unsuccessfully. Even his mother had to giggle at the teens dramatic reaction, unable to resist digging her fingers into his underarms.

"Come on, Milo! You didn't really think it was over, right?"

Camilo couldn't answer, too busy drumming his feet and attempting to escape his mother's evil hands. Every time he attempted to speak she'd blow another raspberry into his neck, effectively cutting him off before he could even say anything. When his struggling slowed down, and Pepa noticed his laughs becoming more tired, she finally stopped for good, sweeping him into her arms for a proper cuddle.

"Okay, hijo, that's enough for today." She chuckled, gently stroking the curls off his damp forehead. Her hand went down to gently rub his tummy, soothing any aches from the laughter, while the other gently played with his hair. They sat there peacefully for the rest of the afternoon - Camilo somewhere between relaxation and sleep, and Pepa lovingly doting on her son.

And if Isabela, on her way up to Casita, smirked at Pepa before using the grass to tickle Camilo's one bare foot - well, Pepa would have to apologise to poor Dolores for the scream he let out.

[daddywright]

badge 11 &4 :3c

💜💜💜 madi ily

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

ooooh. i have two favorite scenes, haha:

“You thought I’d—here?” Phoenix squawks, fire crawling to the tips of his ears. He covers his neck with a scandalized hand, suddenly feeling like people had been ogling him in the nude. “And that I’d just—tell you?!”

Athena buries her face in her hands. “Ughhh, we just—I don’t know! Thought you were seeing somebody? You’ve never dated anyone while we were working here, maybe you’re always like this!”

"You mean shameless?” Phoenix says, and can’t help the disbelieving laugh that falls out of his mouth. Their weird hovering and whispering made so much more sense, now. They weren’t up to something, they were just nosy. And now he has ammunition to tease them for having dirty minds until the end of time. “Jeez, no wonder Apollo broke out the Pine-Sol.”

"Why won’t God let me die?” Apollo asks the ceiling.

AND

"I...it never seemed like the right time. We met again and you were... we weren't exactly friends, not the way we are now. Then you went abroad and I...then I wasn't... good for it, for a long time.” Wright’s expression sobers, and Miles recognizes that weight on his face, the burden that had nearly carved itself permanently into the man after years of hiding and pretending. These days it is a rare sight, but every once in a while, his eyes flicker, his face darkens, and Miles feels helpless, all over again. “Wrong time, wrong me, you know?"

Miles slowly reaches for the man's cheek, and Wright doesn’t move away. He's warm and smooth beneath his fingers, the act thrilling and novel. “You've never been wrong," he says quietly.

“Because I'm always Wright,” Wright replies, smile false, reaching for mirth in the pun and falling short. Pain dances distant in his eyes, and Miles wants to undo it, drive it away with his words, his hands, with the touch of his mouth. More than anything, he wishes he knew how to heal instead of punish that which was unjust. “I know.”

“I wanted you then, too,” Miles says softly. It wasn’t your badge that I loved.

The expression that crosses Wright’s face makes something inside him ache. “Can’t imagine why,” he says, voice layered with an easy self-deprecation that Miles loathes.

"I wasn’t uncomfortable yesterday,” he says, moved to a confession that will displace it. “I was...jealous.”

Wright’s eyes widen, shadows slipping away beneath surprise. “Wh—you were?”

Miles resists the urge to drop his gaze. “When I managed to gather myself after seeing... that thing on your neck—” Wright’s eyes gain a telltale twinkle and he resolutely ignores it—“my first coherent thought was that whoever your new lover was, they couldn’t possibly deserve you.”

Wright gapes at him, cheeks flooding lovely pink. “Miles,” he says, at a loss for words.

“I was going to ask Trucy about them this weekend,” he admits. “Because I wanted to determine if the relationship was serious.”

"And if it was?” Wright asks, visibly marvelling.

Miles winces, heat crawling up his collar. “I would have...adjusted accordingly.”

"Wouldn’t have tried to steal me away, then?” Wright teases, and Miles’s flush creeps to his cheeks and ears. A beat and Wright’s jaw sags.

"I— seriously?” he says. “Miles Edgeworth, you were going to seduce me?”

"Oh, be quiet,” Miles huffs, cheeks ablaze.

"No, really,” Phoenix continues, eyes starry, “I’m very interested, I want to be stolen—”

"Honestly,” Miles says, and he reaches forward, drags Phoenix in by the tie, and kisses him soundly. 

11: What do you like best about this fic?

hmmm. i really love writing aspec/demisexual miles, and the shenanigans in the background with the kids and klapollo was fun. and there are few things more rewarding than writing phoenix as dense as a brick wall when it comes to how other people feel about him. (that and this was my first real E nrmts fic so it was fun hehe)

[akitohsworld]

Disclaimer: So thank the horny God's I'm back! Don't we all love depressive hiatuses? We do, we do. So I hope y'all like this, I love me some bratty, shady wizard boi. Am I a simp? Yes, yes I am.

Warning: NSFW, smut, humping, teasing, very light humiliation, bunny costume

Bet. (Sub!Solomon X GN!Reader)

"Mnh fuck-", Solomon took in a sharp breath when your thumb rolled over his clothed tip in a circular motion.

Your lips pursed up in a smirk. "What's wrong bunny? Having second thoughts?"

He could be so cute. Although, being a brat just seemed more fun to him most of the time (a pity, really). Not that you minded, breaking him down into obedience was one of your pleasures after all. But moments like these were also nice for a change..

"Nnh hah W-hatever ..you're talking a-hn-bout", Solomon's pants underlined his neediness even more as his hips bucked up against your palm, reacting to your cold lips pressing against his collarbone.

It had been especially cold the past few weeks...

In a few days would be Valentine's day. Then this little bet of yours would be over. And one of you would have to admit defeat and fulfill a random request, or task or it could be whatever really.

"You think I'm not capable of holding off a few weeks?", Solomon had asked rather cockily.

Your hands had stroked through his locks in a loving, contemplating way before saying: "Hmm nope."

And Solomon, being the sneaky wizard he was, came up with a bet. Declaring you to fall into temptation first.

The rules were simple: 'No orgasms until Valentine's day.'

But it was allowed to make the other fall into temptation. In fact, that's probably what made this so entertaining in the first place. It was cute, really. Solomon was so set on making you eat your words that he deliberately tried to seduce you in every way he could.

But then one day, particularly this day, you visited purgatory hall for a proposed study session with Simeon and Luke, only to find Solomon all dressed up in a nice little bunny costume, which, by the way, hugged his waist and features so tightly you decided to ultimately end this game on the spot, and show him how dead wrong he was about your motives.

You indulged him for a while, letting him straddle you at random, taking in the view when the towel just had to slip, savouring the lascivious pictures meant to tease you just enough to come to him. All of which you resisted. After all, you wanted to have fun as much as you could.

He gripped onto the soft cushion of the couch as he leaned back more, pressing his back into it.

A laugh escaped him, turning into a moan. "Y-you must ngh be pretty desperate to... pounce on me like this..."

"Hmm, I don't remember giving you a free pass to be a brat, Sol," you palmed his strained erection, grinding into it decisively, making him groan and tense up even more. Your other hand grabbed his chin, thumb sliding over his swollen bottom lip. He had been biting it to stifle the moans.

You closed in on his face, eyes following his every expression, every movement. He looked so fucked out, almost desperate, as if he wanted to be ravished right now. Hooded eyes rolling back at the skillful movement and pressure your fingers applied to his clothed cock, ragged breaths tinting the air and dishelved locks adorned by contrasting black bunny ears falling into his face. All coming together in a delicious, submissive picture. He was close to give in. You could tell.

Oh how you wanted to devour him.

But no. You'd have him at your mercy first.

You retracted your hand, eliciting a low whine from him, replacing it with your knee instead and spreading his legs apart.

"Wh-"

"My lovely, lovely bunny~," you grinded into him.

"Hah fu- mnh-", his lips parted at yours softly moving against his.

You nibbled at the softness before proceeding to grind into him once again as your tongue slid into his mouth. Gracing his in a soft but firm manner, hands embracing his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

"Mmnh.. hah.."

Solomon bucked his hips against your leg. His cock twitching against your thigh when his hands finally grabbed onto your ass, grinding his aching member against you for more friction.

You smiled for a brief moment, revelling in the feeling of his desperate movements against your body. You had him now.

A moan pressed to your lips, your sex twitched down under but you ignored it.

You were not yet satisfied.

A string of saliva connected you both as you parted, relishing in his dishevelled appearance for a moment.

"(y/N)", he whined.

"What?", you asked breathily, when an innocent smile traced your lips, "Something the matter, bunny?"

"I..mngh", he pressed into your thigh on his own.

"Oh?", you held onto his locks, harshly pulling back, forcing him to meet your eyes, "So you want to hump my leg, is that it?"

He shot you a clouded, cocky grin. "You look very happy about that."

"Do I now?", your fingers traced his neck in a contemplating way and his breath hitched. "A leash would have fit you so well too. But oh well, bunnies don't get leashes," you traced his lips, "They work for their pleasure all on their own."

With that you sat down beside him, leaving him with a puzzled and almost disappointed expression on his face.

He just stared at you, laboured breathing leaving his lips for a moment.

His face lit up as he seemed to grasp the meaning of your words.

"So, you're still going to make me work for it?" He straddled your thigh seductively. "Even though, I'm so readily submitting like a good bunny?" His lips formed a small pout, bunny ears swaying slightly to the side.

It took everything not to laugh at his expression. How childish~.

You grabbed onto his hips.

"Humour me, Solomon."

He murmured something to the effect of 'no fair' and wasted no time pressing his clothed erection against you. The damp spot smeared against your thigh. His brows furrowed when you flexed it to give him more friction, hands guiding his hips for the same purpose.

"Fuck hah (y/N)..," he grabbed onto your shoulders, then neck.

"Hm?"

His cock twitched visibly under the fabric as your finger experimentally flicked against the tip.

"I want to mark you...mnh please (y/N)," he made sure to moan that last one out in an overerotic tone. You just rolled your eyes at him playfully. But complied with him anyway.

After all, he would be losing the bet. So why not indulge him a little bit?

Your head turned slightly while his hands grabbed onto your lower back to rub himself harder against your thigh, moaning into your neck and sucking at the skin.

A pleased sigh escaped you, which seemed to spur him on, pants becoming more and more laboured. His movements becoming more aggressive to speed up, but your hands kept guiding him in a more steady pace to drag it out a bit longer.

"(y/N) please," he begged in a daze as he gazed at you through his lashes.

"Aren't you a needy bunny~", you teased, sucking at his nape and leaving a mark, making him shudder. "Adorable."

"More hah please more," his grip on you tightened around you as he buried his face in your neck, the bunny ears tickling your cheeks.

"Hmm~ Maybe if my bunny begs a little more."

"Hah mnh please, please (y/N) let me cum," his fingers traced under your shirt, caressing the sensitive skin, making you suck in a sharp breath.

Good God, this man was so good at begging.

"Mnh.. who is my cute little bunny?"

"I ammn", you let go of his hips, and grabbed onto his ass instead as you let him rub against your thigh faster, panting growing laboured and moans and groans spilling out of his lips. "I hah..am ahh your cute little bunny-"

Solomon tensed up, clawing at your back and thrusting harder and faster against your thigh, biting back a moan, when you mindlessly rubbed and slapped his ass.

"I- mn want.. need oh-"

You pulled his head back from the crook of your neck, fingers buried in his locks. "Hm?"

"Cum hah I want to cum, please"

You smirked, holding his head in place to see his expression. "Then cum, my bunny."

He thrust hard a few more times, fingers clenching at your shoulders as he spilled loud guttural moans in praise.

"ohH hah nh- (y/N)", his lips parted as he threw his head further back, followed by his body jolting in spurts against you, something wet staining your clothed thigh. "Hah.."

As soon as you let go of his head he collapsed onto you, head resting on your shoulder and hoarse pants leaving his glistening lips.

You lovingly stroked his locks, then kissed his head. "What a good bunny. You did amazing, love."

A low chuckle vibrated through him. "The risk I took was calculated... But man am I bad at math"

You laughed. "Are you talking about the bet?"

Solomon hummed, arms snaking around your waist, readjusting his position as he relaxed against you. "I can only imagine what you'll make me do... ," he breathed out tiredly.

Your lips curled upwards in a mischievous smile. "Well for now I'll devour my cute, shady bunny~,". you pushed him down on his back, gaining a surprised gasp. "Don't tell me you didn't see that coming?"

"Wha-," his face flushed redder in surprise as he looked up at you.

"It would be a waste not to use this opportunity, don't you think?" Your hands found the hem of his clothes. "Now. Where were we...?"

[dragon-fics]

(The Dragon Prince) A Different Life (Mentor!Aaravos X Apprentice/Reader)

Online classes had me very bored, so I started to think back to my original prologue of HA and here is the basic Idea I had, in first person.

This is partially based on @kurizeria‘s OC Naymora and her story with Aaravos.

Chapter summary: You are Aaravos’ elven apprentice in a time before Dark Magic, the Mage Wars, the division of Xadia and, Aaravos’ imprisonment.

Prologue, Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3 , Pt. 4, Pt. 5, Pt. 6 , Pt. 7, Pt. 8, Pt. 9, Pt. 10, Pt. 11, Pt. 12, Pt. 13, Pt. 14, Pt. 15

Centuries before Aaravos’ imprisonment

“Master? Where are we going?” I whined, chasing after him.

Aaravos sighed. He’d started to do that a lot recently. Was I becoming annoying because I was a teenager?

He spun around, his dark cloak whipping behind him. “(Y/N), we’re going to Elarion. Like I said this morning?” he said, as if he were trying to jog my memory.

I placed my hand on the strap of my satchel. “You didn’t mention anything this morning,” I muttered, “you just said it was time to leave.” He had become very forgetful recently and almost presumed I had telepathic powers like dragons do—and I am not a dragon.

Aaravos pinched the bridge of his nose. “Right... I’m sorry. I’ve just been very busy with Ziard’s project.”

We started walking again. “The ‘project’ he so desperately needs the Archmage to help him with? Why can’t he just do it himself, if he wants the ‘project’ finished so badly?” I was becoming irritated with this human ‘mage’. He visited almost every day and made demands about the project, asking Aaravos to have it done quickly, when he had done all but nothing to aid its completion—whatever it was. And every time he’d visit, he’d eye me disgustedly and insist I leave, even if it was in the middle of a lesson.

He drew in a sharp breath. “(Y/N), you need to calm down. Once the project is finished, Ziard will be out of our lives, I promise.”

Crossing my arms, I said, “I don’t like this, Aaravos. I can see such darkness in him. Whatever this project is, I hope it doesn’t bring more harm than good.”

“That makes two of us.”

I glanced at him. Was that regret in his voice?

“So, what is this project?” It was a question I had been wanting to ask for months.

Aaravos hesitated. “I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

He glanced at the long object on his back, wrapped in burlap and string. “It’s best you don’t know.”

I looked at the path ahead of us, Elarion was just beyond this hill, I had travelled enough times to the city with Aaravos to know where it was from here.

Aaravos looked up at the hill and reached inside his cloak, pulling out a small bag of coins. “Go to Elarion and find somewhere to eat, I’ll catch up with you later.”

I followed his gaze. “You’re meeting him here?”

“Just take the money, (Y/N). I’ll see you in Elarion.” He placed the coins in my hand and started up the hill.

I frowned and did I was told, tucking away the bag under my cloak.

*-*-*-*

Aaravos’ stead galloped ahead of mine as the moon lit our path dark overgrown forest path.

“Master, what’s happening?” I called out. He had woken me up in the middle of the night in a panic, saying someone was coming and that they knew everything. He muttered about his regret in making something and making something for ‘him’.

He said nothing, just kept moving.

“Aaravos!” I called.

“The Mage Council is hunting me,” he shouted above the steads’ hooves and the sounding his cloak.

“Why?”

He didn’t respond. What had he done?

I reined my mount to a stop. He released a snort of displeasure.

It took Aaravos several moments to notice I was missing. “Why did you stop?!” he demanded, turning his stead around and rejoining me.

“What have you done?!” I retorted. “What have you done that has not only placed you in danger, but me, your apprentice, your child?!”

Aaravos hung his head in shame, something I have never seen him do before. “I’m sorry.”

“What. Did you. Do?” I said, irritated.

“Ziard is dead. Before Sol Regem killed him, he told Sol Regem that I had given him the staff. The staff was his project.” He looked up at me.

“You started all this? The Dark Magic, the humans being banished, the Mage Wars! You...” I paused, unsure what else to say. “You created that... weapon.”

“(Y/N), please... It was supposed to be a gift, and act of equity from us to humanity.”

I held my face in my hands. He had talked of this ‘act’ since I was an elfling and I knew very well he had never meant to hurt anyone or bring such destruction and hate.

I lowered my hands and drew in a breath. “So, what are we going to do now?”

“Hide.”

“They’ll find us, no matter wh—.“

“You. You need to hide,” he said solemnly.

“What about you?” I moved my stead closer to his.

He raised his hood and looked back at the trail, to the sound of heavy paws and shouting coming closer.

“No! I’m not leaving you to them! They won’t hesitate to—,“ I cut myself off, unable to finish my sentence.

Aaravos placed a hand on my cheek and kissed my brow. “I rather you be safe.”

“They won’t stop at you, they’ll think I’ll know something as well.”

He paused and turned his mount around. “You’re right. So,” he turned to face me, “are you with me?”

“Yes, Master,” I breathed.

We started off again, but our steads weren’t as fast as the hunters’. With every second they got closer and our path was getting harder to traverse.

“Can’t we teleport?” I asked over the hoofbeats of our steads.

“No, they’re too close and we’re moving to fast and the search parties are everywhere right now.”

I looked on at the path ahead. There had to be some way to get rid of them.

But then they yanked me from my saddle and pulled to the ground. I yelped and grunted as I hit the ground. I looked at my arm, a metal whip was wrapped around it.

“(Y/N)!” yelled Aaravos.

“Keep going!” I shouted.

He hesitated for a second before his stead ran off.

I was about to draw a rune to cut the wire when they pulled me up onto another stead. I elbowed the rider, but they drew a sleep rune and I fell limply into their hold.

*-*-*-*

It had been centuries since I had last seen Aaravos.

And now he had been captured.

I followed my new master, and Aaravos’ former master, Kalani. An elf so tall and old I was sure he was older than the eldest tree in all of Xadia. He had the most beautiful pale skin and horns that shown like gold that were as large and as detailed as a moose’s, just more curved and elegant looking. A mass of blue robes that faded from pale blue to the darkest night sky, hung on his body with such a long trail that I often tripped on in—and often his hair as well.

We were beside the Moon Nexus, on a full moon, surrounded by dozens of Moonshadow mages.

“Are we ready?” Kalani asked the master Moonshadow mage.

“Yes, Archmage.”

The name he gave him made my hands curl into a fist. How dare he call that arrogant elf that?!

But I stayed as stoic as I could until Kalani turned around. I mimicked his action.

“Bring him here!” he ordered. They pushed a mirror towards us, it was bronze and gold with runes around the glass. Some hunters came forward, their weapons nudging forward... Aaravos.

I looked down, forcing myself away from his bruised and cut face, torn gown and damaged jewellery. He was leaning forward, his hands bound behind him.

“Kalani!” he growled as they pushed him forward. “Why am I here?” His eyes drifted over to me, and I forced myself to look at him. I wanted to rush over to him and heal him, but I couldn’t.

His ears dropped. “(Y/N)!” he forced himself upright and turned to Kalani. “Why is he/she/are they here? He/She/They shouldn’t be punished for my mistakes.”

“I’m perfectly aware of that, and he/she/they have been an excellent student,” he twirled a lock of my hair. “So, he/she/they won’t be joining you in your prison, Stella Carcerem,” he looked to the mirror.

Some mages pushed Aaravos towards it and began chanting, as did Kalani. The runes on the mirror glowed, and the glass looked like it was made of liquid. I forced myself to watch as a yellow hue left Aaravos’ body and was pulled into the mirror. His spirit.

He fought it, standing in a meditative state to keep his spirit inside him. But to no avail. Before the last of his spirit disappeared, he opened his eyes and gave me a small smile. And he was gone.

The runes on the mirror faded, and the glass became solid again. “It is done,” Kalani said.

I stepped forward, looking at the mirror; it was blank. Kneeling by it, I placed my hand on the glass. “I’m sorry, Father.” tears spilled from my eyes. “I’m sorry.”

The mages slowly dispersed and left me with the mirror.

“We’ll meet again, Master,” I whispered. I softly chanted a reincarnation spell, one that would allow to meet up with him again and free him. My skin became luminescent.

“I’m sorry future me, but you need to do this. For Aaravos,” I looked at my reflection, though I thought I could see Aaravos looking at me before my body flashed.

And then—

Darkness

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

KEEPING UP WITH THE ARIZAS

Michael “Riz” Ariza x Reader

Chapter 7: “What the fuck is a ‘Swole Boy’?”

Word Count: 1.2k

Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits to: @angels-reyes.

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“My favorite girl! Wha' can I do for you, bonita?”

Packer's voice sounds happy and excited because of your call, making you smile at the other side of the phone.

“Just a courtesy call”.

“Are you comen' to SanBer'? You don' need a courtese' call, sweetheart!”

“You know, just in case. I have… some business to take care of”.

“You need help?”

“No, no. Don' worry! I'll see you after tha'”.

“For sure, kid. When you comen'”?

“I'm already on my way. Maybe two hours from there”.

“Bike or car?”

“Black Hummer SUV, need the numbers?”

“No, just curious. See you in a while then”.

“See you, prez!”

(five hours before)

If someone turned on a hundred motorbikes around Riz's one, you could recognize your husband's one easily, without looking. So when you heard the roar of the crew coming back to the clubhouse, but not the big black one, your heart quickened. Jumping out of the sofa, you ran outside to the porch worried as fuck and your legs trembling. You didn't see it, but finding Michael inside the green truck. When the men parked their motorcycles, you continued the fast steps to it, seeing how Riz stepped out limping slightly.

“Rey, are you ok?!” You shouted disquiet holding one of his arm above your shoulders, trying to help him.

“Yeah, don' worry, mi amor. I just… fell off my bike”.

“How?”

“Because of a charter called ‘Swole Boys’”. Creeper said with a singing voice, provoking the crew's laughters.

“What the fuck is a ‘Swole Boy’, ah?” You frowned with anger, holding closer your husband to go upstairs inside the clubhouse.

The guys couldn't stop laughing, confusing you a little more, while Riz kissed your temple with a smile on his lips. They explained you that Angel and EZ made some noise on their way to northern Cali, and the payback went for the crew. Apparently, one of them pushed Michael out of the road and his bike got some scratches and breaks, but nothing that they couldn't repair.

While your Mayan was taking a shower on his dorm there, you prepared him some clean clothes and a big cold gel pad to his ankle, waiting him sitting on the bed. They wanted payback? You were going to give them one they wouldn't forget.

“Cariño, estoy bien”. (Honey, I'm okay) Riz's calmed voice brought you back to reality.

Shaking your head, you focused on watching him get dressed pouting at him not very convinced. When he was ready, lying on the bed, you helped him placing the cold pad above his skin and taking it off every one minute for some seconds.

“Did you call Packer?”

“Yeah, we already fixed it as our way”.

You didn't ask anything else, trying to calm yourself while you were healing him somehow. Your husband were leaving some caresses on your head, slowly, gently, after grabbing your chin with two fingers to make you turn at him.

“You're gonna be a good girl, aren't you?”

“I don't know what 'you talking 'bout”. You lie, shaking your head with raised eyebrows.

“Mi amor…”

“Ah, ah. Nope”. You continue lying, bowing over him to press your lips with his, placing a hand on his neck.

“Promise me”.

“Promise you what, mi rey?”

“Don't play the innocent with me. I know you better than anyone”.

“And still you married me…”

Northern Cali isn't much fresh than the desert, but the air that enters by the window it's more pleasant than Santo Padre's. With an elbow nailed on the door and your cheek supported over your palm, you guide the steering wheel with the right, being close to your destiny. You know exactly what you're going to do, going over the plan when sideways you find the screen of the phone flashing with Bishop's name in it. You don't answer, checking seconds before the number of notifications in the lock screen. You're fucked, but you can't simply sit and not do anything.

Reach the gym doesn't take you more than ten minutes, speeding up and loudly rattling the wheels at the entrance. You don't care about the artificially muscular men standing close to the ramp down of the building, confused staring at your car. And you speed up a little more, running over the row conformed by motorbikes. The alarms sound flood the fenced yard, when you hit them feeling a gentle tug on the seat belt, reversing the big SUV before stepping out of it with a gun in your left hand. You're more satisfied than ever.

“What the fuck is wrong with y—?” A man with blonde long hair and hoarse voice doesn't finish the question when he focus on you, taking off the barrel lock.

“I'm gonna show you some mexican manners, puto pendejo”.

You're erratic and excited, with pure adrenaline running through your veins, walking close to the motorcycles and shooting the wheels you find in your field of vision. The whistle of every bullet is like a sweet melody for your ears, enchanting your brain. But when you're at the highest point of fun, the roar of a lot of engines interrupts your revenge.

“Saved by the bell”.

Narrowing your eyes and glaring at them, you keep the gun under your jacket, turning on your sneakers at the exact moment that Packer appears being followed by his men, and the Mayans. You weren't expecting your family, at least, not this soon. Crossing your arms behind your back, you take three steps somewhat closer of the riders. The San Bernardino's president is trying to hide how funny the situation seems to him, while your father is almost running towards you really furious.

“What the hell are you doing, chamaca?” He shouts at you, facing each other and grabbing you by an arm.

“Wha'? I just wanna get fit”. You say with pursed lips, shrugging your shoulders.

“Baby, are you serious?” Riz makes you turn your attention at him.

“Who's that chick?” The tall man and blond hair walks closer with some bad intentions. But you're fast.

Taking again the gun under your jacket, freeing yourself from Taza, you point at him with both eyebrows raised up. His steps don't continue, stopping dead, lifting his hands above his head.

“I'm an angry wife, mothafucka'. I don' give a shit about your… muscles, your bikes, nor your fuckin' jackets. Ain't gonna let you push my husband out of the road without showing you what happens after tha'”. You shoot another bullet to the ground, next to his feet. “Tell him you're sorre'”.

“Wh—What?”

“(Y/N), stop”. Bishop, who was a mere spectator, speaks. “We don' need a war”.

“How it supposed they're gonna give you a war? What are they gonna do? Throwing you steroids and protein powders?”

“Please”. He asks you, hearing some low laughs from your charter.

“Shut the fuck up, Obispo, this is not your business”. Clicking your tongue, you do a rotary move with your hand. “Say it”.

“I am… I am… sorry”.

“‘Riz’”.

“I am sorry, Riz”.

“See? It wasn' that hard!” You smirk shrugging, giving the gun to your father, before walking some steps closer to the one who you identificate like the president. “Next time… People will call you ‘Sol Boys’, you know why?” (‘Sun Boys’)

No. He doesn't want to know why.

“'Cause I'm gonna fuckin' set you on fire”. And you're talking serious shit. No one mess with the Arizas.

[xxred-riotxx]

Stand By Me Hanta Sero x Female Reader

Who knew you could dance bachata? Definitely not Sero. But he sure as hell doesn’t mind. 

Warnings: 18+. Characters are aged up. Language. Groping. Implied sex. Horny jealous Sero. Super spicy for our Latin king. 

Based off of Stand By Me by Prince Royce

Word count: 1.3k

incase you’re unfamiliar with bachata, this dance is what inspired this fic.

“I don’t see why I have to get dressed up for movie night.” You whined. The girls of class 1A were helping you pick out a dress from the local mall. “We’re all dressing up, Y/n.” Momo retorted, shoving a black dress into your arms. Trudging to the fitting rooms, your eyes widened at the dress- quite simple in design but still stunning. You wiggled the dress up your body and twirled. The dress fell mid thigh, flowing past your hips. You couldn’t deny you looked good. Every curve of your figure was on showcase, including your breasts. Just enough skin was shown to keep the imagination wondering what was hidden beneath the thin fabric. “Y/n. Do you have the dress on? We’d like to see.” Ochaco’s sweet voice called out. As you stepped out, Mina whistled causing you to chuckle at her silliness. “You don’t think it's too much cleavage, do you?” Pulling at the low neckline of the dress, you glanced over at your friends. “As long as we keep the grape away, you’ll be fine.” Jiro simply stated. You noticed the girls already picked out their own dresses as you walked to the register. 

After eating lunch with your classmates, you made your way back to the dorms. Seven girls (including yourself) gathered in Momo’s room, preparing yourselves for tonight’s event. “Would anyone like to explain why we’re all fancy?” Grumbling, you were still annoyed with your lack of knowledge about tonight. Tsu broke the silence. “Y/n-san, we all decided to dress fancy for dinner and movies. The boys included.” Silver heels in hand, you buckled the claps around your ankle before standing up. “Let’s go then.”

As soon as you stepped foot into the common room, your jaw dropped. Twinkling lights lined the room, the doors to the balcony open allowing the cool night air to move around the room, gently nipping at your exposed skin. Music played in the background, so quiet it was almost unnoticed. “¿Qué haces, mi cielito?” (What are you doing, darling?) Sero’s voice shook you from your daze. You rolled your eyes playfully “You know I don’t speak Spanish, Hanta.” “I know, mi amor, pero it's never too late to learn.” (I know my love, but it's never too late to learn.) His signature toothy grin sent butterflies to your stomach. Sero’s warm hand grabbed yours, dragging you towards his friends. “You look nice, Y/n!” the sturdy hero complimented you. “Yeah you do! Care to be my date?” Kaminari held his hand out and sent a cheesy wink your way. You felt Sero’s arm reach around you, settling his hand on your shoulder. Death glares were shot at the electric blonde. “Ella es mía.” (She is mine.) Everyone was quiet. No one had ever seen Sero so angry, so possessive, before. “Hanta. Come on.” you whispered in his ear. The raven haired hero didn’t move, still tensed and shooting daggers at Kaminari. You peered across the room and made eye contact with Mina, mouthing “Help!”. She quickly took control of the speaker, playing a song she knew would catch Sero’s attention. 

“Please come dance with me, Hanta. Please.” Fingers wrapped around his strong bicep, slightly tugging. “Let’s go, mi princesa.” (Let’s go, my princess.) He glimpsed down at you before placing his hand in yours and leading you to the open balcony.  

His nervous hands found their way to your hips while you locked your fingers behind his neck. He flashed a flirtatious smile while your bodies moved together in sync. 

“When the night, has come

And the land is dark. 

Y la luna, es la luz que brilla ante mi”

His beautiful voice rang through your ears, dripping with his thick latin accent. Hips swinging against his grip, his serenade continued.

“Miedo no, no tendré, 

oh I won’t, te asustare

Just as long as you stand,

Stand by me.”

 Lost in your own rhythmic world, Sero spun you around and slid his hand just barely under your dress and gripped your thigh, holding it against his hips. A sweet moan left your mouth. Your fingers tangled into the hair at his neck as you shifted your hips forward, colliding with his. 

“And darling, darling stand, by me. 

Oh, stand by me.

Oh stand, junto a mi, junto a mi.”

Sero spun you around. Your body now pushed tightly against his. One arm crossed your abdomen, holding you close. To the beat of the music, your hips swayed with his. Dancing with him felt natural. Feeling his body so close to your’s, you blushed. 

“Y aunque las montañas

O el cielo caiga

No voy a preocuparme

Por que se, que tu estas junto a mi.”

Your body was whirled back around. A firm hand clutched your back, while the other caressed your cheek. You arched, pushing your chest into his. Deciding to test his limits, Hanta’s fingertips descended, resting extremely low.

“No llorare, no llorare oh,

I won’t shed a tear.

Por que se, que tu estas junto a mi.”

Your ass was grasped by both of Sero’s hands. “Mi vida, mi reina hermosa, mi amor, te amo. Te amo con todo de mi corazón. Estoy enamorado de ti. Te adoro. Te necesito. Me amas? Por favor dime que me amas.” (My life, my beautiful queen, my love. I love you. I love you with all my heart. I’m in love with you. I adore you. I need you. Do you love me? Please tell me you love me.) Although you weren’t entirely sure what he said, you knew it had to be serious. His eyes glared deep into your soul, no longer dancing but still holding you against him. “Hanta… Wh- what did you just say?” The words fumbled out of your mouth. Wracking your brain, you swore you heard the words love and heart. Still trying to sort out what he said to you, your fingers fell from his neck, eyes glancing at the floor. “Mi amor.” you continued listening to him. “I love you. I have for a while now. I love seeing you with your nose buried in books during class. I love seeing you during training. Watching you kick everyone’s ass- including mine. I love watching you laugh during movie nights. Damn, the things your laugh does to me. I know I’m plain and boring. There’s nothing special about Hanta Sero. But damn mami, the things you do to me.” You blinked once, twice, three times. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. “You look so beautiful tonight. I’m sorry for touching all over you. Kirishima will give me shit about it not being manly. Just after feeling you against my body- FUCK- you drove me crazy. And I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same. I know this will ruin our friendship. I just had to get it all out, mi sol. (my sun). You couldn’t help but smile as he rambled on. “Hanta, me amo también.” (I love you too.) Before he could process what you said, your lips crashed into his. 

Loud cheers from the other “Bakusquad” members rattled the room causing cockiness to engulf Sero. A burning sensation on your hips sent a wave of pleasure through your body as Hanta toyed with the thin strings from your thong. Clasping your fingers on his jaw line, melting more dangerously into the kiss, butterflies paraded around your stomach. “Why does he get that uber hottie?” Mineta’s nasally voice interrupted your kiss. “¿Estás celoso? Voy a mi cuarto para poder follarla.” (Are you jealous? I’m going back to my room to fuck her.)  Eye glossed over with jealousy, Sero turned back to you and nodded his head, signaling for your departure. Your fingers looped into the band of Hanta’s jeans, jerking him closer. “Let’s go, Papi?” the word rolled off your tongue. “Aye fuck, mami, let’s go.”

[shuskas-story-book]

Leave it to the Bees

Based off the song "Let it Go" by James Bay.

Eridan smiled over at the Asian male next to him, miss-matched eyes smiling back over the table back to his own odd violet ones. He couldn't help the small quirk to his lips as the waitress came over and sat down a set of drinks for the boys to enjoy, Sollux taking his drink and taking a drink with a soft little 'ah' afterwards. "Tho..... Friday night, and I'm already theeing a bunch of Thirtth jutht waltzing into the bar." he commented with a smirk as another male walked into the bar, his tie undone and a 5 o'clock shadow highlighting his jawline.

Eridan couldn't help the soft giggle that escaped him with a nod, reaching out and taking his own drink with a curious sniff at the strawberry filled liquid. "Sol...what did you order for me again?" he asked, head tilting to the side as he took the straw between his lips and tasting it with a shocked little hum. Eridan hadn't expected it to be so good, his boyfriend having been bad about ordering a strong drink and not warning him about the bitters or the high alcohol content of the drink in question.

Sollux smiled a bit and watched eridan over the edge of his sunglasses with a curious gaze. "It'th called a midthummernight dream. Got'th vodka, two Ruthian alchoholth, and a thit ton of thtrawberrieth" he explained. Eridan nodded and looked to the pink drink in his hand again. "Well for once, it tastes amazin and I'm glad I let you choose my drink" he replied with a small hum in his throat.

"And what, pray tell, did you choose for yourself?" he asked, folding his fingers together and resting his dimpled chin upon them. Sollux blinked and looked at the amber liquid in his glass. "uhh....I think it'th called a 'headleth horthman?" he asked himself, head cocking to the side slightly as he took another sip and nodded "yea. think that'th what it'th called. But anywayth, we have a lot to talk about." Sollux cooed, resting his chin in the palm of one bony hand as the other reached out to carefully rub against Eridan's arm.

The Ampora arched a brow and watched the computer calloused fingers as they trailed over his pale skin. "Oh? and what would we need to talk about Sol? Did I do something wrong to one of your builds?" he asked, unfolding the well manicured fingers and moving them to hold his lovers. "Or....is it the fact that were moving in together?" he asked with a small smile, head tilting to the side.

Sollux couldnt help but snort softly and nod. "of courthe it'th the move Danny. Jutht think, we'll be in our own plathe. Cronuth can fuck off, Tuna wont be able to barge in on our cuddle thethionth......or....anything elthe" he teased with a wink that caused Eridan to blush dark. That inuendo had happened more than once to the duo and had ended in a very embarrassing conversation with Psiimon over what was not allowed in his house.......again.

"W-well....I still say that wasn't our fault. He should know not to barge into his big brother's room....Mituna is 13 now after all!" he huffed softly as Sollux just laughed and shook his head. "Yea yea yea. But you know my dad'th thuper protective of Tuna" he hummed, moving his hand to rub a thumb over Eridan's knuckles.

The conversation slowly trailed off between the two as they finished their drinks off, Eridan still being a lightweight even after Cronus and his military drinking habits dragged the younger along for the ride. Sollux wound up taking the keys away from his lover and hooking an arm around him in order to help walk the short distance to their taxi.

Time passed very differently for them during times like this, soft kisses and gentle touches that had them both calm and comforted as they fell asleep in one another's arms. They were still tangled up with one another, light dancing across sleeping limbs when they're woken up by a hyperactive little brother. Mituna was more than excited to see Eridan again, almost pulling the Ampora from his still sleeping lovers arms in an attempt to get someone to play a video game with him.

Sollux wound up being woken up and games played as breakfast was made and plated. Eridan couldn't help but think of how cute it would be to have their own little family like this. He sat his chin on a palm and watched the two brothers bicker over the fact that Mituna did not, in fact, need half a bottle of syrup for his stack of 5 pancakes with a smile on his face. "You two are so cute together like that you know?" he mentioned softly, a loving look on his features that had Sollux blushing a bit and Mituna puffing up his cheeks with a defiant little 'nuh uh!'.

Eridan laughed softly and shook his head. "Sorry. I guess I'm just holding on to that old dream of having a family. Deffinately something we dont need right now," he cooed, looking up to Sollux who rubbed the back of his head nervously. "heh....uh...yea Danny.....That'th thomething that can wait a few yearth to make thure were actually ready" he agreed softly, both of the older boys jumping when something shattered over near the sink.

Mituna was standing there, hands over his mouth, eyes wide, and one of Sollux's favorite mugs in pieces on the floor. The poor boy looked like he was about to burst into tears when Sollux knelt down to pick up the largest piece with a sigh. "well....tho much for that one" he muttered, head shaking a bit.

"I-I'm th-th-thorry Th-Thollux!" Mituna sobbed softly, backing away against the cabinet as Sollux frowned. " Woah woah, hey.....Tuna no come on. Let it go. Thith broke, jutht let it be. It'th no ithue tho jutht keep being happy little you and I'll be normal grumpy me. It'th jutht a mug, and like everything elthe that breakth, we'll leave it to the beeth." he stated with a smile, collecting the broken shards before stacking it in a pile and sitting it in a bin dubbed 'for bee houses'.

"thee? Nothing wrong. They'll love that blue color" he continued, Mituna nodding along with the fear of broken glass long behind him."Yea! I'll be me and you be you! We can make bee houtheth later!" he rattled off, the older boys easily falling in behind his enthusiasm for the day.

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Time passed quickly, the apartment being gotten and their shared world slowly coming together. But things seemed to sour at the drop of a hat once Sollux started doing computer repairs from home more and more. Things seemed to jump back and forth from throwing clothes on the floor at the end of the night, to slamming doors and the two of them sleeping in separate rooms almost nightly.

Sollux had brought home something from his dad's house, just trying to bring some home cooking back into their lives and give a bit of color to the drab grey things had gotten to. Of course, shit hit the fan pretty quickly when the wrong things were said and a fight ensued. in the end, they were sitting at different ends of the dining table so they could eat. Eridan had his head in his hands and Sollux had his nose in his phone to try and just keep his mind off the fight they just had.

Eridan spoke up first, voice shaky as he tried to keep from crying. "Sollux.....if this is it...if these fights are all we're living for......why do we insist on doing this anymore?" he asked softly, sniffling lightly as he turned his eyes up to his lover. "I used to recognize myself but now I feel like I'm just a husk of who I used to be" he continued, jumping a bit when Sollux pushed his chair back with a snarl.

"Well it'th funny how our reflectionth fucking changed now ithnt it? Thinthe we're becoming thomething elthe, I'll jutht leave you here for a while." he growled, storming off to the room. Eridan moved in after him, watching the thin bee lover packing a backpack with tear filled eyes. "S-Sollux.....No come on.....I-I didn't mean it like that, please just let it go!" he begged softly.

"No Eridan!" Sollux snapped, turning to the other with a snarl. "Jutht let it be. You can thtay here and be you. I'm going home, thpending time with tuna, and I'll be me. Everything here ith fuckin broke tho leave it to the beeth alright?! " he snapped, slamming the door to the apartment after pushing his way past his lover and out into the hallway.

By the time he made his way to the lobby the storm outside had finally come to a head, rain pouring down and making it quite hard to see even if you had headlights on. Sollux stood in the lobby for a moment, pausing himself to just think about the situation for a few moments before he heard Eridan's voice call out from the elevator. "I'm not fucking dealing with thith!" he growled to himself, glaring back at Eridan as he pushed through the doors and out into the pelting rain.

Things happened too quickly to really realize what transpired, A bike rider rushing by, a driver going too fast on a slick road, and the crunch of bone and glass before everything just froze around Eridan. Sollux was laying in the middle of the road, a terrified teen getting out of her car with a terrified scream as the rain started to soak her and the male she hit through to the bone. Eridan's blood ran ice cold as he shook his head and ran out into the storm screaming Sollux's name. trying to get some form of reaction from his lover.

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"He's not going to wake up for quite a while Mr. Ampora. Please, make yourself comfortable and dont touch any of the wiring near him. " the doctor stated softly, patting Eridan's shoulder with a broad, gentle hand. The smaller male nodded, puffy red eyes locked on the sleeping form of his one and only.

He waited for the doctor to leave him alone to move over and sit next to Sollux's bed with a sniffle. His hand reached out to carefully settle into Sol's, a sob escaping him as his normally warm fingers felt ice cold against the Ampora's.

"This feels so wrong Sol....y-your way too cold" he whispered aloud, tears already welling in his eyes and falling over his cheeks. "God.....There's no force on earth that could make this feel right......" he whimpered, laying his head down on the white sheets of the bed and squeezing Sol's fingers tightly.

"C-come on.......Just....I'm letting the fight go. You're right a-and I'm not being responsible enough with what I've been spending lately...W-we've been pushing this problem uphill and not taking a chance to really.....really talk it through" he whimpered softly, mostly just rambling on to himself in the silence. "I guess it just.....got too heavy to hold tonight and look at what we let happen.....what I let happen" he whispered to himself, head lifting so he could see his lovers face as a tear fell down his cheek. "I think it's time to let our words slide......please....forgive me"

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A few months after the wreck, Eridan was settled in his old room, snuggled up next to Sollux as they looked through a thick picture book. "Oh, remember when we went to Alternia beach? That was the best date I think we've ever had" he said, both boys laughing a bit. "Yea....It wath a fun date...Thtill think we thould have left Tuna at home for that one though. We could have gone through and done the turtle thnorkling" Sol purred at his little lover as he stretched out and closed the book.

Cronus came by the room and knocked on the frame of the open door, offering a small smile. "Hey Danny-boy.....Feel like going up to Star Touch Point with me tonight? We can go watch the star shower together like old times....you can even bring Sollux if you want" he offered, the look on his face growing even sadder as Eridan looked up at Sol with a smile. "Yea.....We would love to come watch the shower with you Cro....I'll grab my bag and shoes and we'll meet you out there!" he chirped, sitting up and stretching before reaching over to grab his shoes and socks.

They all piled into Cronus's old pickup, the military boy making sure things were tuned up before the drive to their secluded 'brother zone' as they had called it in their youth. They made it right around nightfall and the two younger boys were quick to abandon Cronus at the car to run up to the top of the hill with cheerful laughter. Cro just shook his head with a soft chuckle and let them go ahead

Time seemed to stand still once they made it up overlooking the town in the distance. Sollux smiled and moved over in front of Eridan before waving his hand to the bag. "Tho ED......you ready to let it go?" he asked softly, Eridan's smile faltering a bit "I-I dont know what you mean Sol....Let what go?" he questioned, Sol shaking his head. "Come on ED....Danny.....jutht....let it be"

Eridan started shaking his head a bit "N-no....Sollux I.....Please dont make me do this" he begged softly, Sollux just smiling sadly and tilting his head to the side. "Why not tonight?.....It'th our anniverthary after all. Why don't you be you for tonight. I'll be me jutht like old timeth" He offered, taking a few steps backwards. "Everything broke Danny....."

"NO! Sollux please don't make me do this! Please y-you made it out of the hospital, y-youve been weak but you made it.....please!" he whimpered, head shaking as tears started welling in his eyes. "Eridan pleathe....leave it to the beeth for a while....let them take your worrieth and tearth" Sollux whispered softly, Eridan letting his hand reach down into his courier bag to pull out a silver and gold container.

It was a pretty little thing, Bees etched into the metal and accentuated with gold leaf over the silver of the body and Sollux's name etched into the base gorgeously. "No.....please....I'm not ready to let you go" Eridan whispered, turning his eyes out over the cliffed edge of the hill that separated him from where Sollux was floating over thin air. "Eridan...Let my atheth fall here.....You've held on for tho long....."

"Sollux.....I dont want to let you go! I love you....Please just.....J-Just come back please!" Eridan begged, soft sobs wracking his chest as Sollux shook his head. "No Eridan.....You need to forget m-" He was cut off by Eridans loud sob "NO! NO NO NO.....no....."

"Come on Danny.....don't make thith harder on yourthelf. Let me go.....Jutht....Let me be" he continued, slowly stepping forward to kneel where Eridan had fallen to his knees, clutching the urn to his chest. "Why don't you go live your life.....Go be you.....and I can be me" Sol whispered, Eridan not looking at him anymore as he carefully opened the locked top to the urn and pulled a bit of ash out to cradle in his hand.

As he carefully let the ash sift through his fingers Sollux smiled again, leaning over and hugging his love tightly. "Thank you Eridan......I love you......Thank you for setting me free" he whispered, pulling back and pressing a soft kiss to Eridan's forehead for a final lingering bit of warmth on the Ampora's skin as he faded away in the soft breeze that carried his ashes down over a large field of flowers.

Cronus waited a bit longer after hearing Eridan stop screaming no before moving up to kneel beside his little brother and rest a large hand over the smaller boy's back. "hey.....He's still here.....look, he even sent a little friend to say hello" he offered, a small bee buzzing softly as it landed on Eridan's hand for just a fleeting moment before continuing off towards its hive for the night.

For the first time in four months, Eridan didn't feel that deep stab of guilt in his heart. Instead he felt the light breeze around him, the warmth of his brother's hand, and more importantly, the soft kiss of the night as the first of the stars began to shoot through the night sky.

[khaosduzart]

Fireteam Misfits Lore Book 3- Ancestory

Aleina walked into the house pulling down her hood and holding her helmet at her side. Ken and Hailey were watching TV on the couch and turned to her.

"How was your day babe?" Ken asked giving her a kiss as Hailey kept her eyes away from her embarrassing parents.

"Mmm not too bad. Especially now that you're here." She smiled and began taking off her cloak giving it to Ken and going off to their room upstairs to change. She came down soon after Ken and Hailey had gotten their gear on.

"Cosmodrome is getting opened up for patrol again I hear." Ken said making conversation as they got ready to go.

"Mm hm! It'll be nice to get out there again." She stopped herself then and thought about their destination. "Are we sure that this will be okay? There is a ship on Titan." She whispered to Ken keeping the place they were going hidden for Hailey until they arrived. They both agreed it would be best.

"We'll be okay, we got each other. Just keep moving and be careful and we'll be in and out no problem." Aleina nodded but put her hand at her side where her knife was sheathed as they walked to the hangar elevator.

~

It wasn't long before the three of them could see the blue methane oceans of the moon of Saturn as Ken flew the ship down. Hailey looked up from her phone and out the viewport getting a glimpse of her surroundings.

"Question. Why are we taking a family outing to a hostile environment?" Ken grabbed a spare rifle and grenade launcher while Aleina answered Hailey's question.

"This is something your father and I do every year sweetie, I had anticipated it would be a few more until you came along but here we are." She chuckled softly to herself, Hailey noticed it seemed sad but decided not to pry. She would probably find out soon anyways.

They made their way over past the docks and over to the entrance of the Arcology. Each taking out a weapon and clearing the way through blasting Thrall and Acolytes as they went deeper. The broken display screens glitched out and the plants had overgrown getting into everything. The decaying halls told a tale of a once bustling place of living, a civilization on the far reaches of Sol. Until something wiped them out... and Ken had a feeling the same thing that did was the same dark, monolithic pyramid looming over the horizon.

They all reached a tunnel system past more Hive gunk that lined the walls and gave way to an open space. Ken sighed reaching for Aleina's hand which she promptly took as Hailey tried to figure out why they were acting this way. They said nothing and walked over to a familiar mound of rocks that was once marked with a Hunter knife. A knife that Aleina carried with her to this day, the knife that marked the burial site. Ken sat down and Hailey could see tears starting to fall from his eyes.

"Mom, wh- why is dad crying?" Hailey asked trying to put the pieces together but failing. Aleina turned to her staying close to Ken and holding his hand still.

"Honey, this... this is Malcom. My adopted father and your grandfather." She tried to say as she started to cry as well, she wiped her face with her cloak but smiled through it.

"Oh..." Hailey couldn't get out anything more than that, she looked at the mound of rocks that made up the grave, they were all placed with care. She realized that Ken must've made it himself, he watched him die and had to bury him. She couldn't imagine having to do that with any of her parents, she realized then how much of a warrior her father was that day.

~

After explaining a bit more of what happened and how the two of them visited the place last year for the first time together with Miss Linden, Ken told stories about her grandfather. He told about how he taught him how to summon the Goldengun, his first sparrow race, his research on all the different things he dug up from the Golden Age. And that was just the tip of it, because Hailey knew Ken still used those maps to this day to find more and fix it back up.

They stayed and cried some more as Hailey tried to comfort her mom and dad and they eventually decided to leave. Ken took one last family picture in front of it just in case that pyramid tried any funny business and made their way back to the ship. When they got back home they bought some candy and spent some time relaxin together at home. They tried to do a puzzle but Sol kept interrupting, so instead Ken brought out his guitar and played an acoustic version of Michael Jackson's "Thriller" which he had read was supposed to be a song meant for around this time way back in the Golden Age. It was a bittersweet time for the Reyez family, but they were all happy to have each other as the sun started to hide behind its curtain of Earth on the horizon.

The yearly family tradition, now with Hailey along for it all. I know Halloween was yesterday so I'm a little late but enjoy this start to the next Misfits Lore Books and Happy Festival of the Lost Guardians!

[gayforthe13th]

I love your stuff, if you're up to it I'd love some dhawan!master fluff, angst, or smut in which he encounters a (spunky?) half-timelord travelling alone with their vortex manipulator. (if you go for angst, then they have gazed into the untempered schism, and hear the sound of drums/beat of two hearts) do LITERALLY WHATEVER you want to do with this

I have no clue what to classify this as. I know you said spunky but I went for sexual because tbh I live for that. Also the Master is a fuckin simp. 

Thanks for coming to my TED talk

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  Fuck. Your vortex manipulator broke as soon as you landed on the planet directly on the random coordinates you had punched in. Granted, it was all you had to work with since your escape but the situation couldn’t be any less ideal. Let us start from the beginning. See, you had just escaped prison. A very high-security prison as a matter of fact but we’re going to go back a little further than that. You, (Y/N), have just escaped Gallifreyan prison. The reason why is unclear but as soon as the ground began to shake and the foundations started to crumble you knew then that your time to run was now. So you did, snatching the vortex manipulator off an incapacitated bodyguard and punching in random coordinates until you found yourself here, in the middle of what looked like a city. The people milling about are definitely human in origin you learned about them in school, that could only mean one thing, you were currently stranded on Sol 3, Earth. 

   This was fine, you could work with this. After walking for a bit you decide to ask the nearest person what year it was. “Excuse me, sir,” you say, gently tapping the shoulder of a man, who turned to you with his brow raised. That’s when it hit you, you stumble back a bit, a quick jolt of fear racing through you. The man in question seems to sense the same thing you do because he gives you a feral grin and grips your arm before you can run anywhere.

  “Now now, what’s this then?” the man purrs, leaning forward, “you’re not meant to be here.”

  “Wh-what? Who the hell are you? What’s that supposed to mean?” you try to tear away from him but he’s stronger than you and at this point your attracting attention. With a growl, he drags you towards an alleyway where a shack lay hidden in the shadows. “Your TARDIS,” you whisper, “I knew you were a timelord.” 

  “Quick thinker you are..” the man grumbles, pushing you into the ship.

  “Oi! Shut up,” you hiss, stumbling into the ship with a huff, “I just landed here and got manhandled by a stranger forgive me if I’m a bit dazed.” you brush yourself of fake dust, whirling around to look at the Time Lord in question, who shut the door behind him as he stepped in. His demeanor was cold, calculating, he walked with pride and hidden anger. You were terrified. “So who are you?” you ask, puffing out your chest and eyeing him as he walked towards his console. 

   “The Master,” he muttered, “you should be dead.”

  “Yeah well I’m not, evidently,” you stalk forward, leaning against the console like you own it, it takes all your willpower not to shake in his presence, “I’ve heard of you, they say you went mad.” 

   “They’re not saying anything anymore, Gallifrey is gone,” you suck in a breath, remembering how the ground had begun to shake, how people screamed and ran as cells collapsed and guards struggled to bring order. Your world had fallen apart, your planet was gone. For a moment, you’re shocked, then it hits you that you couldn’t say you were truly upset. 

  “You destroyed it?” you ask, and the Master turns to you like he had expected your reaction to be different. 

  “You don’t seem upset,” he observes, turning away from you to set the ship into flight. 

  “Yeah well, I was imprisoned, you helped me escape,” you brush your fingers along the console, feeling the ship hum beneath them, “why Earth?” you ask.

   “I was looking for someone, she likes to travel,” you tilt your head, and as the Master walks around the console your lean into his space and watch as he stops short. He eyes you quizzically, you do the same to him but it seems he finds his answer before you do because he’s leaning forward with a smirk, “no family?” he asks, “are you all alone now love?” He expects it to hurt, it doesn’t. Your family abandoned you a long time ago, you never had any. 

  “And you?” you ask, avoiding his question with relative ease, “no family? That person you’re looking for, is she important to you?” he’s so close you can feel his breath ghosting you as his smirk falls. 

   “She’s an old friend,” bingo, you hit a sore spot. 

   “An old friend who doesn’t want to be found? Is she a Time Lord too? Does she even know what you’ve done?” With a sudden angered growl, the Master has you pinned by your throat against the TARDIS console, it’s controls digging into your back as you press against them, he’s not blocking your windpipe, he doesn’t really want to hurt you. Slowly, you put your hand over his and grin, “I can help, you want me here, whether it’s because you’re afraid of what I’ll do on my own or you don’t want your friend finding me first I don’t care.” The Master’s grip weakens slightly, he’s listening now, good. 

   “What use are you to me?”

   “Come now Master,” you purr, “I can help you, and in turn, you only need to give me a vortex manipulator and I’ll be on my way.” When his grip slackens completely you press forward, your lips brushing against his as you wrap your arms around his neck, “you’ll find I’m very persuasive.” 

    “Yeah?” the Master hums, “is that why they threw you in jail?” You giggle, carding your fingers through his hair. The thing about men, you think as you press against him, is that they’re so easily swayed, even the smartest of them. The Master, in all his glory, was very much still a man. 

   “That’s for me to know,” you hum, pressing a feather-light kiss to his lips “now, what do you say?” After that, it isn’t hard to get him on your side. His one condition, do exactly as he says, and as he presses a kiss to your lips and pushing you onto your knees you don’t think you want to argue that.

[prince-ampora]

Kisses (betas)

INFO

-literally any and all ships in this, no i dont care if you ship them or not this is soft and cute

-just giving the bastards the love they deserve

-not a set time or place really

-idk why i used text quirks for dialogue but whatever just roll with it

-meant to get this up on vriska day (8/8) but i procrastinated oof

TRIGGER WARNINGS

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It was all Rose's idea. Her observations provided insight into just how many of the others deserved more attention than they got. She gathered everyone but the three and devised a plan. It took some convincing but eventually, everyone agreed. Rose told the three included parts of the plan as well, just not their bigger involvement. They decided to put their plan into place today.

*

Vriska is watching a movie when the first of them get to her. It's Kanaya. "Vriska I Have Been Looking For You. I Would Like To Give You Something."  Vriska looks at her, puzzled, "Really? Wow, this is unexpected. I thought you h8ed me." Kanaya smiles, "I Don't. Here's The Something." Kanaya leans down to reach Vriska since she's sitting down and places a kiss on her forehead. Vriska's face heats up and a blue flush spreads across her cheeks. "Wh-" "Oh, Vwiskers!" Vriska looks toward the voice to see Nepeta. "I have somefang fur you too!" She plants a kiss on Vriska's cheek and runs off giggling while Vriska's blush grows. Kanaya smiles at the confusion. Eridan walks up, "Vvris, I wwon't bother ya for a wweek after this." He very quickly kisses her temple and absconds, afraid of what would happen if he sticks around. But she's too confused and flustered to do anything.

"What is going ON-" "hell0 vriska." "Aradia?" The robot places a cold metal kiss on Vriska's other cheek and floats the other way. That one is the most confusing for Vriska. The next one to walk up to her is Terezi, who, instead of licking her like she thought, simply pecked her on the tip of her nose, flashing a grin before leaving. Vriska's whole face is blue, especially as John walks up to her. "Hey, Vriska, bet you'll never guess what I'm gonna do." "Kiss me on the cheek?" John shakes his head and grabs her extremely warm face and kisses her full on the lips. Kanaya's grin is even wider as Vriska stammers, unable to comprehend what the fuck just happened.

*

The next victim of Rose's plan is Eridan. He's sulking in his room, so they all wait outside his door for their turn. The first to enter is Sollux. "Sol? Wwhat the fuck are you doin in my room?" The people outside of Eridan's door try hard not to laugh and give away their position, "2hut up ed. thii2 wa2nt my iidea, and ii dont want a quadrant wiith you but... here." Sollux reluctantly kisses Eridan on the cheek and absconds. Eridan softly touches his face in confusion and happiness as the next person enters his room. "Kan you wwouldnt believve wwhat just-" He's cut short when he feels a peck on his forehead. "There." Eridan's eyes slightly gloss over and his face starts to flush purple as Kanaya retreats. Next up is Vriska. She walks in with a grin and pulls him up from where he was sitting against the wall. "This is pay8ack for earlier." She dips him and kisses him right above his neck gills. Once he's back upright, his glasses are slightly askew. "H-hey! Vvris!" Vriska laughs as she leaves, high fiving Sollux outside of the door.

Equius, suprisingly, is the one to go next. He enters the room, already sweating profusely. "H-highb100d, I ap010gize if this is inappropriate but..." He very carefully kisses the top of Eridan's head, then leaves quickly. Eridan's cheeks and nose are very violet as he stammers. Rose enters and smiles at Eridan, fixing his glasses. "You look stupid right now." She kisses him on the cheek and leaves, sending in Karkat, who grumbles. "HEY FISHDICK, DON'T MAKE THIS WEIRD." Due to the height difference now that Eridan is standing- curse you Vriska- Karkat has to settle for grabbing Eridan's hand and kissing it. "YOU'RE NOT AS BIG OF A FUCKASS AS YOU'D THINK." And with that, Karkat leaves, tagging in Dave. Dave walks up without a word- which is very intimidating- and slides a hand around Eridan's waist and one at the back of his neck, pulling him down slightly. He kisses him on the nose and smiles before leaving, Eridan's brain fried. 

Feferi is the last one to enter, and everyone can practically hear Eridan tear up. She smiles at him softly, "I know we weren't the best moirails, but I )(ope we can still be good friends! I know you can be a good person!" She embraces him, only reaching his stomach. He takes the initiative and gently kisses the top of her head. "Sorry for bein a prick Fef. I'll try to be better an stop fightin or beggin so much." Feferi looks up to see him crying. She takes his bowed head and wipes his tears. "I beleive in you." As she leaves, the others outside the door all start crying, Karkat burying his face in Dave's chest.

*

The last victim of LOVE and VALIDATION is Karkat. He's watching a trashy movie while sitting on the floor as per usual, and Kanaya insists on going first. "Karkat. Let Me See Your Hand." Karkat looks at her a bit confused and raises his hand, which had gotten cut earlier by a busted can in cantown. "As Your Mother, That's How Rose Describes Our Relationship, This Is My Duty." She kisses the bandage and pats him on the cheek. "WH- KANAYA- WHAT WAS THAT?" She smiles, "Attention Karkat. You Deserve It." She leaves and is soon replaced by Eridan. "Kar, I wwanna thank you for actin as my moirail." "ERIDAN YOU DON'T HAVE TO-" Eridan's lips meet Karkat's cheek which effectively makes him stop talking. Eridan leaves and is replaced by Karkat's actual moirail, who runs up. "KaRbRo!" "AH, FUCK, GAMZEE-" Gamzee had landed on Karkat, knocking him over. Gamzee pretty much had him pinned to the ground. This has happened before, but it never fails to make Karkat's face flush.

"ThAnKs KaRbRo." Gamzee places some form of a kiss on Karkat's forehead and then runs off. John comes by next, using his windy thing to stand Karkat up. He smiles and kisses Karkat's cheek, "Still not a homosexual." Karkat turns to yell at him but he's already flying off so he just grumbles to himself. He turns back around only to see Sollux in his face. "Hey KK." Sollux kisses Karkat's other cheek and watches happily as Karkat's face goes even redder than it has been. Sollux is pushed out of the way though and replaced by Vriska. "Heyyyyyyyy Karkat. I just wanted to show my appreciation for our leader." "VRISKA YOU TOO? HOW MANY PEOPLE DID ROSE ROPE INTO THIS-" Vriska rolls her eyes and kisses his nose, "Nep! Your turn!" As she's called, Nepeta pounces into the room, a big smile on her face. "Karkitty!" He's too stunned to move so Nepeta uses her chance to back hug him and kiss his neck. It makes Karkat's hair stand up and his face turns redder. She leaves quickly with a giggle but is replaced by two more giggling girls, Jade and Feferi.

Karkat just gives up and watches as they each go to his side. "Thanks Karkat!" They say at somehow the same time and kiss his cheeks. "THAT WAS FUCKING CREEPY BUT... THANKS." Dave walks in as the girls leave and Karkat is already melting. Dave grabs his wrist and pulls him closer, wrapping his arm around Karkat's waist. "Hey kitkat." "SHUT UP AND KISS ME ALREADY," Dave smirks and does so, placing a kiss on Karkat's lips. They both pull away and smile at each other, happy.

This was definitely Rose's best idea.

[megsironthrone]

Looking After Him

Based on this request:  Hi Meg! Can you please write a fic where Petyr is very ill and the reader looks after him till he's better. Your choice if you want to make it modern au or not. Thanks!

AND:  Hi Meg! So happy that you've opened your ask box again!! Can you please write a Hospital AU where Petyr is either really sick or badly injured and the Reader finds him and takes him to the hospital?

Here you are, lovelies! I do not own Petyr. He belongs to George R.R.Martin. 

Warnings: Modern/Hospital AU! Mentions of illness. Fluff

Pairings/Characters: Petyr Baelish x reader

To say you were worried would be an understatement. As you glanced at the clock yet again, you felt yourself nearly panicking. Petyr was NEVER late. Ever. It wasn't that the two of you were together or anything. You were just business partners, no matter how much you wished differently. But the two of you had dinner together every couple of weeks in order to discuss business. It was your turn to cook instead of going out and Petyr was late. Very late.

           After you'd been waiting for nearly an hour, your phone rang. Seeing Petyr's name on the screen, you answered the call. "You better have a good reason for standing me up, Baelish," you joked. "Y/N,," Petyr's voice sounded completely ragged, "Help." Your brows furrowed as you moved to the window.

           You gasped when you saw Petyr lying face-down on your lawn. Leaving the now stone cold food, you darted out into the rain where Petyr was. "What happened?" Petyr didn't look so well. He was extremely pale. You pressed your wrist to his forehead. He was burning up and he was wheezing. You wanted to smack him for being so ridiculous. You knew he worked a lot, but working when he was obviously sick enough to pass out was just plain stupid in your book.

           Struggling a little, you managed to get Petyr up off the ground and wake him up enough to walk into the house. You laid him down and placed a cool rag on his head. Once he was comfortable, you got yourself ready to go out. You had no medical training so you knew you'd have to take him to the hospital. You didn't say anything to him about it. If you had, you knew he'd refuse to go like the stubborn man he was.

           Once you were ready, you tried to help Petyr to his feet again. He was all but asleep, but he was still wheezing horribly. You hated the sound. Somehow, you managed to get up and out to your car. He was shaking so you grabbed a blanket from the house and then drove to the hospital. He coughed, wheezed, and shook the whole time and you were worried he wasn't going to make it.

           You got Petyr checked in as soon as possible. When you tried to go back with him, however, the nurse told you it was family only. "He doesn't have any family!" you protested, but the nurse shrugged. "I'm sorry. I can't let you back there and I can't give anyone who isn't family any information." You let out a huff and sat down. How were you going to get back to Petyr when you weren't family? Crossing your arms, you started to think, eventually making your way outside to get away from the noise.

           You weren't outside long when the nurse came outside. "Excuse me?" You looked up at her and she smiled. "Look, I shouldn't do this, but I can see you really care for him and if he doesn't have any other family, someone should be there for him. So, I'll let you go back. If anyone asks, you're his fiance, okay?" You grinned and thanked her. She simply shrugged a little. "I know love when I see it." You felt yourself flushing, but didn't argue with her. "Thank you..." you paused to read her name plate, "Margaery." Then, you headed back inside.

           You heard Petyr before you saw him. He was barking out demands, making you shake your head. "Where is Y/N?" he asked before a coughing fit stopped his speaking. You sighed and rounded the corner. "Here I am, Petyr." He glared up at you. "You know I hate hospitals." You gave a little hum and turned to the doctor. You knew that would make Petyr angry, but you also knew he wouldn't tell you what was wrong with him. "What's the damage, doc?"

           "Well, I'm afraid your-" the doctor cut off and glanced at you. You smiled and replied, "Fiance." The doctor nodded. "Your fiance has pneumonia. Not severe enough for any permanent damage, but he'll have to stay here for a few days." Petyr's eyes grew wide. "A few days?! I will not!" You glared at him and for once, he actually grew quiet. You thanked the doctor, who left you alone with Petyr.

           You rounded on your business partner with an icy stare. "I don't care what that man says, I am not staying here." You arched a brow at him. "Yes, you are, Petyr. You've been working far too hard and look where it's got you. You could use the days to rest and they can keep an eye on you." Petyr fixed his green-grey eyes on you. "So could you."

           "Wh-" He cut you off with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Isn't that part of your duty as my fiance?" You huffed. "I just said that so they'd let me back here. You're staying right where you are." Petyr sat back on the bed, but didn't say anything at first. He never took his eyes off you until he finally spoke again.

           "But, how would it look if my fiance just left me sitting here for several days when there's work to be done?" You chuckled and argued that it would make it look like someone gave a damn about him and his health. He didn't have anything to say about that. "Y/N. if you force me to remain here, I will simply call you every chance I get to make all the work is getting done. You will never hear the end of it." You opened your mouth to argue, but he continued on.

           "However, if you were to escort either to your home or my own, you could look after me as the doctor wishes, we could get work done, and you can have some peace of mind." You felt your lips turn down into frown. He had a point. And if he was bugging you at all hours over the phone, you'd never get any work done. "Damn," you muttered. You hated when he manipulated the situation like that. "I'll talk to the doctor."

           Despite talking to the doctor, he was adamant that Petyr remain in the hospital. That really left you with one option if you wanted any semblance of peace. Work from the hospital with Petyr. So that's what you did. Every day, you'd go to the hospital, laptop in hand, and sit with Petyr while you got work done. The only problem was that Petyr grew bored rather easily since he was only able to sit in bed and talk.

           It was only a little bit of a problem though because it gave you a chance to learn more about Petyr. You grew even closer to him and hoped he felt the same way about you. And you found him looking at you with a different look in his eyes than normal. You couldn't place what it was, but you didn't care. You hoped he was at least grateful that you were there with him, looking after him as he recovered.

           "Alright, as long as you don't have any setbacks, you should be able to leave tomorrow, Mr. Baelish," the doctor said after Petyr's fourth day in the hospital. He left the room and you smiled at Petyr. "Well, it's about time. Wasting the day away in bed for such a thing is ridiculous." You chuckled lightly as you looked at the clock. "Lunchtime. I'll be back in a bit." You rose up and started for the door. Then, you felt a bit of pressure around your wrist.

           You looked back to see Petyr giving you a small smile that surprised you. It wasn't the fact that he was smiling, but for the first time since you'd met him, the smile actually seemed to reach his eyes. He brought your hand up to his face and kissed your palm. "Thank you, Y/N." His gaze meet yours and his eyes pierced through you. There was a sincerity there you'd never seen before. You shuddered a little at the intensity of his gaze.

            "Y-You're welcome." He let go of your wrist and you darted from the room, your heart beating a mile a minute. Things with your business partner just got a lot more interesting. You smiled to yourself thinking that maybe you'd have to look after him more often.

(a/n: I hope you like it. I’m a little out of practice with writing Petyr)

@brewsthespirit-blog @ghostie-writes @littlemisscaptainfandom @etherealpotter @line-viper @frozenhuntress67 @cd1242 @sol-martell

[butindeed]

What if… [TRR X PM Cross over] (Riley x Drake) (Kai x Hana) [PART 10/?]

Hi guys!! This is part of a nameless Riley x Drake series. You can read the previous parts HERE.

Tags: @lazychic28   @boneandfur @drakelover78 @captainkingliam

@andy-loves-corgis @client327 @walkerismychoice  @chantelle-x0x

Summary: What if things were different? (Part 10)

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Where does the good go? - Sara and Teagan

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A few weeks had passed between books and coffee, and even though Riley and Drake had been texting each other and waving at class, they hadn’t had enough time to hang out much as they were both trying to focus on their studies.

Luckily for them it was the university 100th anniversary, so classes were suspended for a few days and a concert was being held the following Friday to close the celebrations.

That very Friday, Riley received a text from Drake

According to Kai that was nothing but a booty call, and even though Riley wasn’t sure about it, she decided she wouldn’t risk ruining her chances, so after a nice long bubble bath she put on a very hot black lace lingerie set, a pair of light jeans that popped her bum and a off the shoulder black tight top and off she went, not without picking some whiskey bottle.

Drake lived just outside the campus, on a 10th floor apartment.

Searching for the correct button to hit, she noticed the tag which read “Sav & Grumps Drake”

Riley smiled pressing the intercom and some seconds later she heard Drake’s voice.

-Who is it?

-Are you expecting someone else, Grumps? - Riley teased

-Heh, I guess you know how to read... I just wanted to be sure it was you Hopkins. - he teased back as the front door buzzed.

It was an oldish building, rustic kind of looking, but comfy and welcoming somehow.

Just like Drake, Riley thought smiling to herself.

When the elevator doors opened, Drake was already waiting for her in the doorstep.

He looked as handsome as ever, especially when he flashed a grin at her as he went out to meet her, hugging her tightly.

The feeling of his strong arms embracing her almost made Riley lost it. She breathed in to try to cool down, but realised it was a huge mistake as soon as she did it. The smell of his parfum intoxicated her, almost like a venomous poison.

-I brought whiskey - she managed to hum with a strangled voice

-Right! Sorry, thanks. - He said pulling her back - Err... Please, come in!

His house wasn’t anything like she’d expected. White paint covered the brick walls with some paintings and hanging plants giving a dash of colour. 

He invited her to the kitchen where the most delicious aromas invaded her senses.

-I hope you like the smell - Drake grinned

-This smells amazing

-Don’t look so surprised! I told you I knew how to cook.

-So what’s the menu, chef?

-Heh. Well, you’ll have to wait and see Hopkins. - Drake stated while pouring some whiskey on the rocks for them

-Whiskey already, huh?

-Well, you kind of got me to develop a strong taste for it. - he laughed as he gestured her to sit down at the kitchen island.

After a short while, Drake served the entree, which consisted of roasted sweet potato with cilantro pesto and chopped sauteed almonds.

-Oh gosh, this smells delicious - Riley stated before tasting them - Mmmmm, good lord! They taste even better!

-Heh, I’m glad you like them - Drake smirked - But that’s only the first course, so...

-I could live out of these forever and wouldn’t complaint a bit! - she closed her eyes as she savoured the dish - I wouldn’t have thought yourself as a gourmet kind of guy...

-Well, usually, I’m not. I tend to prefer much simpler meals, but...

-You wanted to show off in front of me, didn’t you? - Riley smirked

-Heh

-Well, I can’t say I’m not enjoying myself, but... If you don’t mind me saying... nothing can beat a good old fashion BBQ!

Riley thought she’d had seen something crossing Drake’s eyes. A glimmer, a twitch, but he didn’t say a word, and neither did she. He stared at her for a few seconds until he finally smiled back.

-I didn’t want to offend you, I’m sure everything you’ve cooked it’s awesome...

-No, you... I mean... -Drake was struggling to find the words. After a few attempts he just sighed - It’s not common to run into someone like you...

-I’m not like every person - she laughed - non of us are! - making him smile again.

When he served the main course, Riley just laughed.

-This is pure bluff! - she cackled as she watched Drake serve the main course, which was a filet mignon with a Balsamic Glaze and some roasted asparagus with harissa.

- I wouldn’t laugh until I’d tasted it. It’s the very first time I cook this... All of this.

-Oh my God! - Riley yelped widening her eyes.

-What? What happened? Are you okay Hopkins? - Drake hurried towards her almost dropping the whole meal.

-You are trying... you’re trying to impress me, aren’t you? - Riley bursted into laughter

Drake just rolled his eyes, sighing a bit annoyed.

-For the last time, that’s for sure.

-Hey! No! I like this.

-But?

-I just like it better when you’re just yourself...

Drake smiled placing a plate in front of Riley.

-You wouldn’t get it - he murmured - where I come from, everyone is expecting you to behave like this...

-To behave all prime and propper? To wear appropriate clothes and know how to cook?

Drake nodded.

-Well, you’ve just described what women are expected to be - Riley giggled sipping her whiskey.

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They spent most of the night chatting lively, drinking whiskey and eating the espectacular meal Drake had preppared, including a chocolate lava cake that was filled with strawberry sauce.

-Were you going to the concert tonight? - Drake asked while he was doing the dishes and Riley was sitting down on the living room floor.

- Maybe, if I didn’t have any other plans.

-We could go there if you wanted to... - Drake asked without making eye contact

-Well, only if you want to... - Riley whispered and Drake’s face lit up making her giggle.-You know what? We still have some whiskey in here... you know what we should do?

-Wh-what? - Drake muttered

-Something like never have I ever

- What’s the deal with that game? - Drake sighed heavily

-Well, how about some truth or dare?

-Ok Hopkins, if you insist... - he got up - I think Sav has a drinking game somewhere around here - he dissappeared for a few minutes, reappearing with a shoebox on one hand and a fresh whiskey bottle on the other.

Savannah’s drinking game consisted on a cardboard, a roulette and several cards with different instructions. Some of them were about drinking, some of them were dares and some of them included answering a question made by the opponents.

Some of the cards were quite innocent, but there were some others that made Riley wonder why would Savannah make such a card.

She found out Drake’s heart had been broken about a year ago by a girl called Olivia. He didn’t go into much detail, but it appeared that she’d left him for a nobleman, his best friend. She got to ask him about Kiara, the gorgeous woman Penelope told her about, the one she had seen with Drake at the library. It turned out that Penelope was right, she was Savannah’s friend, one of her closest, and they used to hang out. He knew she had feelings for him, and at first he didn’t encourage her, but he didn’t tell her he didn’t felt the same for her either. When Riley was about to tell him off, he said he’d talked to her the very same day Riley had seen them at the library and cleared things off.

-I thought, before, maybe if I tried enough I’d fall for her too... - There was something about Drake’s tone that made Riley feel the urge of reaching to him. However, she just brushed her fingertips through his forearm.- Anyhow, I appologized to her, I know I’ve been a dickhead, but... - He looked at her, all his walls broken, his true soul finally emerging. Something told Riley he was about to say something that would change the nature of their relationship. The way his eyes were shining, the fierceness of his stare, she didn’t know for sure.

-But?

-But something happened and I couldn’t... - Drake took a deep breath and Riley held hers - Enough about me Hopkins, it’s your turn now.

Riley almost screams, but she put herself together as she span the roulette. Answer or drink. She didn’t think it twice, she needed that drink, so she downed the remaining half a glass in only one glup, shuddering at the burning sensation.

-That’s the easy way out Hopkins, it’s almost like cheating - Drake jeered as he took his turn spinning the roulette. A card. Drake lifted one up and his face blushed violently.

-What? - Riley simpered - What is it?

Drake oagled at her, gloating. His eyes had darkened but were still shining. A different shine, a lustful shine. He leant in, never breaking the eye contact and Riley nodded slightly, giving the permission he had been waiting for.

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Ojos color sol - calle 13

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Suddenly it all got dark and a lot of things happened at the very same time.

Before she could get used to the darkness around her, she felt something on the corner of her mouth, something warm pressing lightly, and she kissed it, hesitant at first.

Drake moved slightly, his lips now full on hers, increasing the heat of the kiss, making Riley shudder, melting, disolving into it.

Fireworks seem to explode, people seem to cheer.

And then she remembers, outside, a firework display marks the ending of the Dean’s speech and the beginning of the concert.

But she forgot about the concert, and the Dean and the fireworks as soon as his tongue slipped inside her mouth, gently yet demanding, urging her to pull up against him. Drake reacted by placing one of his hands on her small back and glueing his body to hers, as he cupped her neck with the other hand.

He felt rough, all of him. His stubble, his hands, even his lips, but she didn’t care. Riley caressed Drake’s hand on her neck while her other hand found its way to his head, where her finger ran wildly through his hair, gripping it, driving him crazy, deepening the kiss.  

Riley tasted the whiskey on his tongue. She needed to taste him, smell him, devour him. It felt so wonderful, so right, almost as vibrating.

But something was indeed vibrating. Quite insistently. Too insistenly.

Drake parted slowly howling, reluctantly, almost as if being a milimetre away from Riley’s lips caused him too much pain to bare.

-Nooo - She whined - If we stop the world is going to implode.

Drake smirked as he gently caressed her flustered cheek.

-I know what you mean- he said his voice full of tender love, turning his attention to his mobile phone that wouldn’t stop vibrating -What? - Drake hissed at the phone.

Riley opened her eyes, instantly squinting as the light hurted. Power had come back.

-No, I... Yes, but... Ok, thanks - He grunted annoyed before hanging up. - It was Neville. He needed to let me know I’m missing a great concert. - he grunted again rolling his eyes. - Apparently he needs me to go right away... I... I’m sorry.

-Oh! 

He’s using the old fake phone call on me, Riley thought, but as she was standing up, she noticed something that confused her to the core. The card that Drake had pulled up earlier, which said: 

Time to follow your heart. Do what you want the most.

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the tag game!

tagged by: my new aqua twin whom i hope has a beautiful week with delicious food and boppy music @godtierjeno  

rules: tag ten followers you want to know better

name: floral!! flo, flomoney, & floflo for short/variety

gender: female

star sign: aquarius (THERE ARE SO MANY AQUAS ON TUMBLR IM SHOOK)

height: 5′3″

age: 17

sexuality: 👫 and 👭

house: ravenclaw (who is secretly eyeing slytherin!jeno)

wallpaper on phone: my lockscreen is a selfie of my friends & i at our local fair; my homescreen is a mirror selfie with my favorite inspirational quote atm :)

have you ever had a crush on a teacher: bitch are u kidding me they’re all... OLD and wh*te (i prefer my crushes to be young and with lots&lots of melanin, jaehyun is the only exception)

what was your coolest halloween costume: i was a mad scientist when i was 13 hahah that was pretty cool

favourite 90s tv show: UMMM [hyperventilating bc i’m a millenial] buffy the vampire slayer!! (i binged 2 summers ago it was so mf good 😩)

last kiss: HA I WISH, these boys [pointing to my lips] STAY moisturized for mi chico valentino

have you ever been stood up: don’t i need someone to stand me up first

have you ever been to Las Vegas: Nitrogen Oxygen

favourite pair of shoes: chunky heels!! they make me feel like a baddie

favourite fruit: jaehyun’s peachy cheeks

favourite book: no tengo un favorito pero i’m currently reading astrophysics for people in a hurry and tis juicy (but erin hanson and edgar allen poe’s poems make me tunasuuuub)

stupidest thing you’ve ever done: last summer i got cr*ssf*ded and sent my crush 15 videos in the middle of the night confessing my love (even tho i had already done it through a written letter) and i told him i wanted to **** him in the front seat of his cadillac :)... pls spare me, bernie sanders was his idol and he was an environmentalist and so sweet and jfkhgsk my first love

all-time favourite shows: NARUTO, jane the virgin, new girl, that 70′s show, one punch man, suite life of zack and cody (🤷🏻‍♀️), the package, hello my twenties, goblin, descendants of the sun, weightlifting fairy, && reply 1997 

last movie you saw in theatres: ummm does dci count?? (it’s like an annual showing of the professional marching shows every summer cuz i’m a fatty in band)

i’m tagging some new mutuals!! hello sexies!!! ily!!!!: @jaeminos @sol-peaches @dimpledbun @chicanaflor @2bwa @jjhs @breadhyunn @chickendora @taesjpg @ywukhei