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wecky · 16 minutes ago

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"The Rooster's Little Chick" (+Art)

You are Pulcinella's precious grandchild. The Rooster brings you-the little chick- out of the coop to his field, and of course, he regrets it. A continue from this

GN! Reader, all Harbinger except Signora and Scaramouche, timeline after signora's funeral and before Sumeru event, mention of Signora's death and Scara's betrayal, reader is called using 'Master' by Pulcinella's underlings, age-gap , bit of comedic/crack, hints of yandere, borderline possessive, implied stalking and obsessive behaviour.

Note : Pulcinella able to control cryo in this hc. I DO NOT SPEAK RUSSIAN

Series II Series III

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Hatching

Pulcinella thought you both can bond together as grandpa-grandchild after this meeting. So he just asked you to pick him up while making sure you got his fatui emblem and his feather so you can get past the soldiers.

Pulcinella thought since you are so normal and regular, he can let the other Harbingers see you eye-to-eye.

Boy, for years working with them...he should've known.

You caught their eyes at first glance, but not because they are smitten, their dirty side of sick curiosity and pure dominance is what drove them to you.

What? you think because you are Pulcinella's precious grandchild they gonna treat you better? No no no, you are merely a blood child from their co-worker. They are going to treat you nicely only in front of your grandpa. Behind him? You are a little plaything, little baby chicken away from its protective rooster.

But Pulcinella knows. He knows his co-workers are psychos.

So as a good grandpa, he didn't hesitate to THREATEN the others if they hurt you in any way possible. Showed off his cryo power, he will make sure being frozen to death is the kindest mercy they will ever get if you got hurt.

First Chirp

It "tamed" the others, but not enough to make them back off. They are all curious and truth-seeker at heart.

Pulcinella never gave them your name, Keeping his mouth shut and only calling you "child" or "kid" whenever the others were with him. He makes sure the only information they know about you is you are his grandchild.

Once they eavesdrop and heard how you are "an adult and can take care of yourselves around his co-workers". You can bet those who eavesdrop just giggle and smirk hearing your statement.

But one day a mistake happened, after a meeting, when Childe is the first one to leave the room, his eyes widened in excitement to see you waiting outside the meeting room.

Gloved hands fidgeting with the bag with a Pyro Agent sharing his warmth with you using his pyro delusion. Your head is tucked under the cover of a fluffy hat with Pulcinella's feather, your mouth is hidden behind a scarf, and your red nose and cheek caused by the harsh cold of Snezhaya make you more eye-catching and interesting to him.

The Agent has spilt your name accidentally whilst Childe approaches you. "Master {Name}, would you like me to bring you a spare coat instead?". Both of you didn't realise Childe coming closer, Childe's heart jumped out of his chest after learning your name.

"So your name is {Name}!!!" Childe's loud voice booms around the hall into the meeting room where everyone's still packing their stuff. He smirked towards the meeting room door aaaanddd- "Childe..." there you go. He can't see it but he felt the disappointment in Pulcinella's eyes, hidden by his glasses.

Pulcinella who still standing by the door frame can feel the excitement from the meeting room. His sharp eyes stared at Childe who still smirking and slowly approaching you who froze at the loud call of your name. Now they know your name.

First Flap

Their behaviours are like a paradox. Whatever their doing is always the opposite of their reason. Are you... supposed to feel afraid because they are your grandpa's co-workers...or you supposed to feel frightened because they are THE HARBINGERS.

Huh? What do you mean they are invading your personal time? They just want to make sure there is no betrayal -like one from their own- from Pulcinella's side you know? Just to be safe.

They are not being pushy, they just want their co-worker's sweet grandchild to be safe. They just recently lost someone too not that they care ofc.

Hiding you away is unnecessary and telling you to not pick him up again has shown to be a futile attempt. When your grandpa told you to not go to the Palace, he found you being pampered in the palace hall by Childe who casually just said he invited you to the Palace. He didn't invite you, he stole you. Pulcinella tried to put one or three agents to cover you, but knowing his co-worker, they will not hesitate to deck Pulcinella's soldier just to get to you.

Sometimes you are just a toy. Finding where you are hiding is now a favourite game of theirs, where are you after meeting? Will you be outside the door waiting for your grandpa? Will you be in his office instead all tucked up warming yourself? Will you be in the garden hidden by the white bushes? Or you are in the library busy with books?.

A little chicken hid away in this harsh cold field. The Rooster? Of course, wouldn't hesitate to claw the "eagles" who trying to scoop you up.

Childe felt like he is the most worthy of you. You are not far off from his age and he feels like he has the responsibility of taking care of you as a payment to Pulcinella for taking care of his family. He is the only Harbingers who can interact with you outside the Palace but not for long. Considering he is a debt collector which forces him to travel, of course, he made sure to bring you a souvenir from any nation he visited.

Dottore is one of Harbingers who actively seeking you out. But not directly, he will order his underlings to check if you are in the Palace by yourself. If yes, he will tell them to whisk you away to his lab keeping you to himself. Often ended with Pulcinella having to directly pick you up from Dottore and checked your body for any injuries. Considering he is more hands-on in his experiment.

Pantalone and Sandrone have different approaches. You often found presents sent to your home. From a very fancy scarf and pieces of jewellery to some toys and plushies to really high-quality gadgets. Your grandpa often told you to just throw it away in fear they put some kind of tracking or camera to spy on you.

Columbina is also one of the hands-on when it comes to you. She often whisks you away after meeting, knowing you will be waiting for your grandpa. Of course, she has to race with Childe, seeing Childe just shot up from his seat whenever Pierro ended the meeting. Funny how instead of your own grandpa, it's his co-workers who are more excited to play with you.

Huh, Arlecchino just passed by you, completely ignoring you besides a simple glance. Is she not interested in you? Well, that is good, you heard from Childe she dislikes the businessmen Pulcinella and Pantalone. Either way, you can relax around- Huh...is it you or it seem like you see Fatuis agents a lot in your area now?

Speaking of Pierro and Capitano, they both are so conflicted with themselves. They know that compared to you, they are ANCIENT. The age gap and the generation gap are vast. They will have a crisis because it is their workmate's grandchild. Aren't they supposed to be your second grandpa instead? No no no, that won't do at all. They need to make sure they will be the second in command to take care of you if Pulcinella is away.

PULCINELLA DOES NOT TRUST ANYONE AT ALL.

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wecky · 35 minutes ago

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Next-Door Dog (Art)

There is a new hybird moving next door and Mavuika doesn't trust that dog around her beloved puppy. Surely as long as her pup doesn't go over the fence it will be okay.

Uh-oh!

Messy sketch,OOC characters, Reader is a female dog, hybirds AU?Idk, please spay/neuter your pet, reader and Capitano isn't spayed for the sake of the story.

A/N : @/jymwahuwu fed me Capitano stuff. [Warning : THEIR BLOG IS 18+ AND EXPLICIT]

Edit : @/jymwahuwu made something 😋😋😋🥺🥺

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Tsaritsa sent extra box of puppy-care to Mavuika.

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wecky · 36 minutes ago

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Inspired by @hunnieknight art 🐾💖 quickly wrote something

cw: hybirds AU, puppy hybrid! reader and puppy hybrid! Capitano, mating mentioned but no detailed description

Morning is the moment you wake up smelling the sunny-side-up egg. You lie on the comfortable bed, your hands gently clenched into fists, your consciousness is blurry, but…it's the fragrance. You climbed out of bed and rushed to Mavuika's position with excitement. While she was frying eggs, she rubbed your ears and patted your head. "You can sleep a little longer," you responded by rubbing your cheek against her leg, giggling.

Hmm… there's an unusual smell in the air… what's that?

You searched the carpet and looked toward the window. There was one of its kind covered in a black mask - it was a large dog. His black ears and tail are imposing, and his chest and arms are muscular. Just by looking at it, you can tell that he is much stronger than you. Oops! He noticed you.

Mavuika glanced there casually. Isn't he much bigger than her favorite puppy? The next door neighbor is Tsaritsa from Snezhnaya. She turned down Venti’s poetry sharing party, declined Ei’s meditation course, and had no interest in Focalors’ aquarium. Among the six neighbors in the community, she lived a solitary and unique life. Oh, now she knew she had a loyal companion. She inevitably became wary, like a mother guarding against her daughter being asked out by a man.

"I don't trust that dog, don't go the fence." she ordered. "Be a good puppy."

Capitano stares at you more intently.

You tilt your head to look at her innocently. What is she talking about?

Mavuika doesn't stay at home all the time! She needs to work in the gym during the day. You whimpered and bit the edge of her dress, "Don't go out…" She sighed, coaxing you and promising to bring you snacks when she got home. You cheered and nodded, promising to look after the house and be a good puppy. You run and play with a ball in the living room and chat with your puppy friends on the Internet.

Uh, someone knocked on the window! You arched your back in fear, alert. Hey, he was the neighbor that day…you asked him what happened. Capitano asks if he can play with you. He has his family at home but they are all weird, especially the little fox named Dottore. You agreed, opened the window, and invited him into your home. You chase each other, run in circles, play with tails and ears, and watch TV shows. The two of you also swam and walked around the neighborhood together when Mavuika wasn't home.

One day, Capitano solemnly asks you if he can mate with you. You shyly waggled your tail and agreed. He gets close to you, bites your back gently, and rides on you…

And then…your belly swells. Mavuika took you to the hospital and the doctor said you were pregnant. You watched nervously from behind the door as Mavuika "interrogated" Capitano. You said you'd be fine. Capitano sent more gifts. He is there for you, even though sometimes it is necessary to watch you from the window.

The babies are born. You know what Capitano originally looked like now. Most of them are not like you, but like papa. He is still affectionate, holding your cheek and kissing you 🐾💌

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wecky · 38 minutes ago

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Thanks to my mutual Hunnie, I now have thoughts of Mouse Reader plaguing my mind 😵‍💫

Specifically Mouse Reader with the big cat women like Xilonen, Dehya, Jean, etc. but more so with Xilonen because I’m imagining her batting you around like a toy and smirking when you squeak in fear. It’ll be like Tom and Jerry where she toys with you and watches you scramble around like Jerry, completely fearful that she’s gonna eat you.

She’s not. Well, at least not in the way that you’re thinking 😨

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wecky · 39 minutes ago

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Could we have more mouse reader? They are absolutely adorbs <3

The mouse reader is actually a reply for a post from @//jymwahuwu, Please keep in mind their blog is 18+! So I won't tag the post here.

I posted it on my nsfw blog, but I can share the art here because it is sfw!

Plus some other rat/mouse reader sketch.

No lore, just drawing

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wecky · 40 minutes ago

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Fish Fish! (Art)

That captain who accidentally caught you is a meanie!

Gn!reader, Beidou's joke is not funny to the fish people >:(

Kinda inspired by @/sea-lanterns mermaid/siren AU.

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Kazuha forbid Beidou to come during feeding hours

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wecky · 3 days ago

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Lighter finger f*cks you

That's it That's the post

Gn!reader with a pussy

Sir what do those fingers do RAAAAA

*Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch*

"mmm, Fuuuuck," Lighter moans, his fingers deep inside your quivering cunt, watching his pussy drool all over his palm getting his fingers nice and sticky.

"You hear that, babe?" Lighter purrs, His husky voice making you tighten around his fingers as his punishing pace begins to slow into such hard slaps with enough force to shake you

*Shlorp!*

"My needy pussy call'n my name?" Lighter curls, his fingers speeding up again, hitting that sweet spot inside you, making your toes curl, and your legs shake and buckle.

*Squish!**Squish!**Squish!*

"My favorite sound..." His fingers begin to speed back up as his other hand slides into his unbuckled pants to palm his bulge. His callused rough fingers, scarred hand from years of fighting battering against your entrance. Your eyes were glued to his. The way his bicep and forearm flexed with each thrust.

Lighter was all too aware, giving you a cocky smirk. "Eyes up here, sweetheart, keep looking at me with those pretty eyes." You're swore you saw his pants slip down just enough to have his hands stroking his shaft below his wet boxers.

"I want you to look at me when you cum." Lighters demands, his breath shaking as he leans against you using your part and legs as unstable leverage as he tries so hard to keep battering your cunt as deep as his expert fingers can reach, all the while stroking his throbbing caught faster to reach his climax with you.

As much as Lighter wants to put it in you, He can't bear to have his finger slide out of your tight walls. Not when this pussy is so warm and needy for him.

"So tight! I know you're close, you insatiable thing. Come on, Cum on my fingers."

Seeming to change his mind, his hand slips out of his pants, giving him the stability he needs to focus solely on chasing your orgasm. His curling fingers with the palm of his hand slapping against your clit. It was all too much. And he was there to milk your orgasm of every last drop with his unwavering speed.

"Ooh~! That's right, sweetheart! Coat these fingers with how much you love me!"

When the powerful waves of your orgasm finally subside, Lighter crashes his lips onto you, a hot, feverish kiss, His tongue parting our lips to taste you. You could taste yourself on his tongue. "Your 'love' always tastes so good."He mutters as it goes in for another kiss on your neck. "are you okay? Did you like it?"

You answer him with a sheepish nod. You feel him smile against your skin before pulling away from you and standing up to admire his work fully. But you notice a hungry look still in his eyes.

"'m glad, babe, but I'm not done..." Lighter growls His other hand the only one that still has his glove pulling out his still erect cock giving it a few strokes.

Turns out Light is just as insatiable as you are.

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wecky · 3 days ago

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Halloween Costumes

COUPLE COSTUMES! And I am begging, BEGGING, if there are any artists who feel inspired and want to draw the boys in these costumes... I would cry. Literally cry. Here's what's been floating around in my head for what y'all would wear on Halloween night.

Xavier:

“What about this one?” Xavier stops in front of a Velma costume and points to it.

“Would you be a Shaggy or a Scooby?” You laugh as you catch up to him. The costume store is extra busy and you nearly lost sight of him.

“Hmm… I don’t know… I guess either could work.” You grab his hand so you won’t get separated again. You look at the Scooby costume and giggle at the thought of Xavier in face paint and dog ears. There’s also a Scooby onesie hanging up nearby and it hits you.

“I have a better idea.” You pull Xavier’s arm and drag him to the pajama section.

When Halloween night finally rolls around, it certainly doesn’t play out like you expected.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the party?” Xavier asks for the 10th time. His foot is propped up on the coffee table, his arms crossed.

Ever since he got injured just 2 days before Halloween he’s been urging you to go without him. He’s an amazing hunter, but got taken out by a set of stairs. You still remember finding him curled up at the bottom of the stairs in your apartment building. He was trying to act like it was no big deal, but when he couldn’t stand up, you knew it was serious. You ruffle his hair as you pass by the couch.

“No, silly. I want to spend Halloween with you. Now come on, let me help you get in your costume.”

You help him hobble to the bedroom and change into his How to Train Your Dragon onesie. You’ll surely be calling him Toothless all night. You put on your Light Fury onesie and pull up the hood, it’s warm and cozy, perfect for the chilly October evening. You’re helping Xavier get settled on the couch when the doorbell rings. You rush to answer and collect your takeout order - which is more food than you and Xavier need.

“What’s this?” Xavier raises a brow at the containers you pull from the large bag and set on the coffee table.

“I thought we’d finally try the food from the new Indian restaurant down the road. I didn’t know what we’d like, so I got one of everything.” Xavier chuckles and leans forward to inspect the food.

Chicken curry, goat curry, butter chicken, mutton curry, masala vadai, white rice, coconut rice, lemon rice, naan, paal kozhukattai, hariyali chicken and two large chai teas. Xavier stares at you, then at the food, then back at you. You giggle and pass the remote to Xavier.

“You pick the movie.”

Xavier flips through the movies and picks Nightmare Before Christmas. You both settle in for a cozy night together. With good food, good films and the best company.

“Happy Halloween, my love.” Xavier whispers to you as he pulls the blanket over your shoulder. Your eyes half closed as you slowly slip into a food coma. You look up at him with the biggest smile. You love it when he gets all lovey dovey. He leans over and kisses you sweetly.

“It’s the best Halloween I’ve ever had, even with a broken foot. Thank you.”

Rafayel:

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I DIDN’T HAVE TO SHAVE MY EYEBROWS OFF?”

You can barely hear Rafayel’s screams over your own laughter. He’s standing before you in full costume, hair slicked back, ready to add the final touches. He was waiting for you to show up and help with his hair. When he opened the door to his home, you stared at him for a full minute before bursting into a fit of giggles.

“I told you - baHAA- I told you I could help you with your makeup! Raaaf what did you dooooo?!?”

He has a hand clasped over his forehead and paces back and forth in his living room. The rest of his costume is perfect, a simple crisp white dress shirt unbuttoned to the naval, an undone black bow-tie, fitted black pants and dress shoes. He had covered his hands and torso with white paint and meticulously drawn on the various tattoos from the picture you sent.

“I thought I had to! Stop laughing!!” His whines are adorable and you feel bad for not being able to control your giggle.

“Okay okay okay, listen, let’s finish your makeup and go to the party. We’ll stop by the store on the way home and get some makeup and I’ll show you how to draw on some natural looking brows.”

Rafayel sinks into his couch in defeat. He throws his head back and crosses his arms. He’s in full on pout mode. You focus on distracting him so he doesn’t sulk the whole evening. You straddle him on the couch and grab the makeup to help him finish getting ready. He stares at you, maintaining his best pout, but you can tell he’s happy you’re sitting on top of him, especially in your costume.

The simple baseball tee with “Daddy’s Lil Monster” printed across the chest, tiny red and blue shorts and fishnet tights, platform sneakers and you’ve repurposed your holster from work to hold fake guns. The most expensive part of your costume was the wig, you wanted to make sure it looked realistic. You DIY Harley bat leans against the wall near the front door. You were determined you and Rafayel would win the costume contest.

You cover Rafayel’s face in the white paint and add black eye shadow all around his eyes. You’ve always wanted to put makeup on him, but he would never let you. When he said you could pick the costume for Halloween you knew exactly what you were going to pick. You just didn’t think he would commit so fully.

“You’ll have to draw on the face tattoos. You’re way better at that than I am.” Rafayel chuckles. “Oh, he laughs! He must be feeling so much better!” You tease. Rafayel’s smile instantly drops.

“No. I’m angry. I look ridiculous.” You give him a soft kiss, which makes his pout disappear once again.

“You look adorable. Don’t worry about your eyebrows okay? They’ll grow back.”

Once you finish applying the green hairspray, he looks spectacular. A very sexy Leto inspired Joker. How is he still so hot without eyebrows?

You and Rafayel win the costume contest at the party that night. But honestly, that wasn’t your favorite part of the evening. Helping Rafayel practice drawing on fake brows will remain one of your favorite memories for a long time.

Zayne:

“Can I look now?” Zayne stands in the bedroom with his hands over his eyes. You hear his foot tapping, he’s so impatient tonight, it’s adorable.

“One second! Oh shoot…” You struggle to reach the zipper on the back of your costume. The red, white and blue spandex leotard fits you like a glove and you’re excited to see Zayne’s reaction. You’re already giddy with excitement just looking at Zayne’s costume.

You knew Zayne wouldn’t be comfortable in a crazy costume. Especially at the hospital's annual Halloween party. He would still want to be professional around his colleagues. So you went searching Pinterest for a costume that he would be comfortable in, but would have a pairing that you could have fun with.

“Okay, I might need your help with this… Can you keep your eyes closed and help me zip this up?” Zayne chuckles and reaches out his hands, eyes still closed.

He still wore his glasses, which matched the costume perfectly. A white dress shirt unbuttoned half-way to show off a Superman t-shirt underneath, his dark dress pants held up with suspenders and you made him change into converse instead of dress shoes. He always wore dress shoes and suits, tonight he should be comfy.

You walk up to him and turn around, backing up until his hands graze your shoulder. You shiver as his hands slowly feel their way down to the edges of your costume. He finds the zipper and gently tugs it upwards. It closes easily and you turn around, taking his hands in yours you kiss his knuckles.

“So, now can I look?” You look up at Zayne and giggle.

“I have to put on the accessories, but I guess… you can go ahead and look.” You drop his hands and put your hands on your hips, striking a confident pose.

Zayne opens his eyes and his ears immediately turn red as he looks over your costume. The Wonder Woman leotard fits you perfectly, showing off your toned physique. The fishnet tights you opted for making you feel sexy and confident. You picked flat boots instead of heels because you knew you’d be dancing and didn’t want Zayne to have to carry you home… like he did after the hospital’s charity ball over the summer. You’re looking in the mirror, securing the head piece, when Zayne comes up behind you. He places his hands on your hips.

“You look… amazing.” You smile, now your ears are turning red. “Are you sure you want to go to the party?”

You’re surprised at his question. While he isn’t much of a party person, he loves holidays and wants you to have fun, even if it means dragging him to parties. You start to understand once you turn to face him. His cheeks are red to match his ears and his hands remain on your hips. He pulls you closer.

“Zayyyyne. Are you wanting to keep me all to yourself?” He doesn’t say anything, instead he bends down and places a tender kiss to your lips.

“Maybe.” He pulls back just enough to stare down at you with his glittering green eyes.

“How about we leave early? Then you can have me all to yourself the rest of the night.” Zayne pulls you into a hug and sighs softly.

“Fine. But I can’t promise I won’t try to pick you up and carry you away.”

You place the back of your hand against your forehead dramatically. Holding onto one of Zayne’s suspenders with the other.

“Oh Superman, rescue me from all this social interaction!” Zayne pinches the bridge of his nose, but his smile remains.

“You don’t need anyone to rescue you. You’re a real life Wonder Woman. Stronger than anyone I know.”

Sylus:

“You’re not going to give me a hint?” Sylus has been calling you everyday this week asking for details or hints to what you’ve picked for this year's Halloween costume.

“NO! You’ll find out tomorrow night.” You’re glad Sylus isn’t here, he’d probably convince you to tell him. Showering you with kisses until you caved.

“I heard Luke and Kieran whispering about a costume earlier. Please don’t tell me…” He doesn’t get a chance to finish speaking before you are giggling non-stop.

“Luke and Kieran are helping me. But I gave them strict instructions not to tell you anything.”

“You really think they won’t tell me? I’m their boss.” His voice is sarcastic, but you can hear his footsteps picking up pace. He’s hunting them down, you’re sure of it.

“To be honest, I think they’re more afraid of me.” Sylus laughs.

“Let’s test your theory.”

“No! Sylus don’t!! Please?” You beg.

“Fine. I won’t ask them. I’ll see you tomorrow night, kitten.” With that, he hangs up. You stare at your costume hanging on the door of your closet. You smile, trying to suppress your excitement for your first Halloween party with Sylus.

The next night you arrive at the Onychinus base early. Luke and Kieran show you Sylus’ costume and you squeal with excitement. You give them a quick hug before finding a spare room to get into your costume. Once you’re ready, you sneak down the hallway and knock on Sylus’ bedroom door.

“Come in.” You open the door slowly to reveal Sylus sitting in his armchair in the corner, a book in his hand. He lowers the book to look at you and you have to hold your breath to avoid laughing at his shocked reaction.

The leather body suit was a nightmare to slip on, but damn did you look good in it. The zipper along the chest unzipped just enough to let some of the October air keep you cool. The matching gloves have little claws attached to the fingers, not too sharp, but sharp enough to truly make you feel like a cat. Your black high heel boots strapped all the way up the ankle to keep you stable all evening. Your headband with cat ears pull back your long waves. Your ruby red lips curve into a smile as you watch Sylus eyeing you.

“You really took my little nickname for you seriously didn’t you, kitten?” Sylus stands and walks over to you. You reach out your hand and he takes it.

Once you have secured his hand, you tug him to the door and down the hall.

“Aha… where are we going?” Sylus laughs and follows you without hesitation.

You crack open his office door and peek inside. Laughing at the sight before you, before closing the door and turning to Sylus.

“Close your eyes.” Sylus chuckles and obeys. You open the door fully and gently lead him into the room. You let go of his hand to grab his arms to position him correctly.

“Okay, open.” You stand back and cover your mouth in anticipation. Sylus opens his eyes and is stunned, unable to speak, trying to comprehend what he’s seeing.

Luke and Kieran stand before him. Luke dressed in green ripped jeans, green converse, he has his torso painted green and fake ivy vines wrapped around his arms and some of his chest and stomach. His ginger hair an even brighter shade of red against the green paint spread across his face. Kieran is dressed in half red, half blue jeans, a studded belt hugs his hips, he has a matching half red and blue jacket unzipped to show his bare torso. His ginger locks lightly colored with hints of bright red and blue. Red and blue eye shadow are swept across his eyelids as well. He drapes his arms over the baseball bat that rests on his shoulders behind his head.

“Happy Halloween!” The pair say in unison before parting to show Sylus’ costume placed on a mannequin behind them.

It has to be the most accurate Batman costume Sylus has ever seen. Now that charge from the costume store makes more sense. He was wondering what costume could POSSIBLY cost so much. It’s impressive really. He turns to smile at you.

“Batman and Catwoman?”

“And Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn!” Luke says enthusiastically. Sylus chuckles and moves closer to examine the costume.

“What do you think?” You anxiously pick at the fake claws attached to your gloves. You worry he might hate the idea. Sylus walks over to you, pulls you in by the waist and places a kiss to your forehead.

“I love it. It’ll be fun to play hero for the night.” You hug Sylus tightly around the waist before he pulls away, ushering you to the door so he can get into costume.

Sylus looks so damn good dressed up as Batman. His ruby eyes shimmering behind the mask, the muscles on the costume look almost identical to his and the cape… Sylus won’t admit it, but he has been fluttering that cape all night. Standing next to Sylus, the Catwoman to his Batman, you feel like you can take on anything the universe throws at you.

(I would also die over art of Luke & Kieran as gender-bent Poison Ivy & Harley Quinn... Just sayin...)

Thank you for reading!!

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wecky · 3 days ago

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Sylus is flirting so hard

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wecky · 13 days ago

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God- I need to be that touchy feely ass bestie to the 781 trio 😩

The bestie who:

Finds Rishen in the ECU Library, sneaking behind her, arms wrapped around her pretty waist, and pressing a light kiss on her ear as we listen to her explain a few problems she needs help with. Like the besties we are, we help her with some of her uni work, with a hand gently rubbing on her hip before pulling away to go find Talisen, unaware of the beautiful blush on her cheeks

Finds Talisen just arriving to his shared dorm, tired from rehearsals. He invites us in, plopping onto his bed as we make him some relaxing tea. Then we give him a little massage, hands caressing every tense muscle, so soft and intimate. Lips brushing against the edges of his ear oh so slightly as we whisper praises about how hard working and creative he is, before kissing his cheek as we left for the last boyo, his body growing oh so slightly warm as we depart.

Finds Alessio in his apartment, grinning up at us as we sit on his lap, happily recounting our encounters with Rishen and Talisen. Hands playing with his black, wavy hair before we suggest making something for the other two. Pulling him by his belt loops to the kitchen as we make snacks.....and as he bends down slightly to get something from his fridge......💥🤚 SMACK AGAINST HIS ASS! Shock momentarily fills him as he looks upon us, a challenging smirk on our lips before we run. He quickly regains his composure, before letting out a hearty chuckle as he tracks us down. Ready to give us a taste of our own medicine.

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She sat there across the hallway, all alone. Why not join her? See what ails her.

Those were the exact thoughts that drove through your mind as your footsteps click behind you. Other people who were busy with their own studying look up from their books for a moment to watch you walk over to the woman by the end of the library hall. Before they look back down into their homework like she is doing.

She seems quite frustrated with it. One hand by her forehead to support it, while thick, dark brown brows knit and curl at the qustions on the sheet.

Rishen loves when the homework gets complicated. Usually — Because it makes her mind work. However when she’s struggling to stay focused, the answer to the question is usually overstimulated senses. Mind disturbed by the packed study in the library. The heat emanating from the bodies all around.

A groan of anger cuts through the murmurs and whispers of people conversing or reading aloud to themselves. The pencil that previously laid in her hand flung across the roundtable. Hands instead finding her head to support.

“Oh Rishen.” You sigh out, watching as her head shoots up from the hands it had just comforted itself in. The dark circles beneath maroon hues are clearer than day. What other action can you take, than to gently wrap your arms around your friend and pull her and the homework away from the table. To find a quieter space.

The two of you would walk together, in search for a place peaceful enough for the distressed student to sit.

You pass by shelves full of books that reach the ceilings of the library. Tall and proud. As librarians make their way around them, in search for books or spots for books to be returned to.

Fortunately, after much investigation, you would find a spot. Secluded from noise and people, smells and uncomfortably straining light. The area itself feels protected by a soothing aura of sorts.

Settling down, your ears catch a pair of lungs inhaling, before exhaling a very heavy and tired sigh. As another body slumps against yours and eases.

Rishen’s hands hold the homework she was previously trying to do in them once again. None of her fingers are clenching around the sheet for dear life anymore, though. Now they only rest on the slight crinkle of the paper they had previously caused.

Taking a moment to shift into her sear, she runs tongue swipes across her top teeth for a moment, the fanged ones biting down on the pink muscle gently, before it clicks. “That was a mess,” she laughs, shaking her head.

Soft eyes scan away at your features, and in turn, you put your hand upon her hip and rub gently and press a kiss to the shell of her ear, nuzzling your head against hers as your return your gaze to the homework.

“What are you studying?”

“Just biochem,” The room goes quiet for a moment, as she observes it. Peaceful it is indeed, dark oak wooden walls, with the marble floor that the entire university is covered in. The windows only let in a bit of light, with green hues and softer yellows thanks to the trees that cover the sun from outside.

She guesses the two of you have found one of Talisen’s beloved spots, none would tend to the flowers and plants scattered around the room. It is incredibly comforting and it brings smiles to your lips.

“Usually I’d get this done quick, but the surroundings were frustrating me.” She murmurs, to break the short beat of silence.

“I’m just trying to figure out the last few questions here on enzyme kinetics. It’s the latest topic in the class.”

With a reassuring squeeze to her hip, you smile in wonder, trying to read through the sheet and find the answers to it.

“Need some help?”

“Honestly? I wouldn’t mind.” She chuckles, while she tries so hard to not clear her throat at the feel of your body against hers. The way your hand feels as it rubs soothing circles on her hip has her flaring up. Yet you notice nothing.

Or maybe you do? She’s never too sure with you.

Though after a while of help, she finally found the conclusive answer, and sighs out in relief as homework is finally done.

“Thank you, this means I can go do my research again.”

You laugh in response to her words, tilting your head with a grin plastered on your face. “Not even gonna take a break for some food?” Immediately after the words left your mouth, a loud, grumbling sounds from her stomach. Indicating that she does indeed need something to eat.

Sheepishly she looks at you, while her hand moves up to rub at the back of her neck. “Ah— ahh hah, I guess you’re right.”

As the two of you get up from your seats, you inform her that you will be going again. She tries to call out for you, wanting you with her to the cafeteria, but within the blink of an eye, you are well on your way again to find the poet that you both love so dearly.

Hallways are a blur to you. As you quickly beeline your way through each and every one of them, exiting the university grounds to get to the dorm.

Like a snake, you slither around and about students to get to your destination. Something inside of you knew where you would find the man, after today’s literature class was cancelled because Prof. Lene had to call in sick.

Which meant he had probably rehearsed an extra few hours in the day to make sure that he has everything pitch perfect for the upcoming musical the university is hosting. Moulin rouge, having the hefty task put into his hands of playing the male lead.

Indeed, you find him in the dorm, after knocking onto the door and awaiting response from the other side.

Slow footsteps drag across the floorboards, as the door suddenly swings to the side after Talisen placed his tech-key against it. He tiredly meets your eyes with his, lashes fluttering as he processes your presence.

“You over rehearsed again.” You huff and as you look up at him for an answer, your hands find your hips to try and make it a bit clearer for him that you are actually here and it isn’t one of his daydreams again.

Realisation doesn’t take too long to hit the man. Like a slap across the face, he wakes up at the sight of you. Well— somewhat, at the very least. Yet, enough to draw a loud laugh out of him, that sends warmth through your system. The familiar sound a lovely one. Like soft bells chiming in the evening, playing with the wind.

“Now, do not be huffy with me, mooncake.” He chuckles, running a hand down his face, before waving it at you to follow him inside of the dorm. Shoulders creeping upwards as a quiet yawn escapes into the room.

It is ever contagious, as you yourself open up your mouth to yawn and close the door behind you. Greeting your beloved little fluff-ball Beauregard as he runs over to you. Tail high in the sky and shaking excitedly, as he meows enthusiastically at the sudden appearance of your presence.

Meanwhile, the grim reaper that you have come to visit seems to only find his way back to the bottom bunk he sleeps in. Little noises of exhaust leave him, before he takes in a deep breath and stretches.

Has he made sure to drink today? You ask yourself, while looking around the dorm. The walls carry a softened tone of melancholy, as if his emotions has been sucked up by them like sponges that needs to be wringed. So that the sadness may be drained in the wash.

Fortunately for the poet, you know just how to help him. If a floating lightbulb was above your head, people would watch it blink and glow

“. . . Some tea?” You ask quietly.

With the small turn of his head, half of his face meets yours, eyes droopy and full of sleep. Talisen musters up the best response he can. A simple one more than anything: “Please?”

The little smile he recieves after his plea has his slow-beating heart stuttering. Good thing you don’t have super hearing, you might have caught the hitch in his breath.

It only took a few minutes to finish off the tea for him. Yet you hope he has not fallen asleep by the time you exit the kitchen — ah, regardless, he needs the sleep.

Once you had exited the kitchen, you find your way back to his bunk to place the freshly brewed cup of tea down on his elaborate bedside table.

Maroon eyes open to watch as you put it down next to him, and suddenly, he begins sitting himself up.

“Ah wait just a bit Tal, it’s still piping hot.” You attempt, gently helping him back down on the bed. “Let me give you something as it cools a bit.”

Confusion strikes his expression at your words, pulling a small hum of amusement from you, while your hands find their way on his back and slowly begin loosening any of his tense spots. It causes him to groan out with relief, his back flexing in response to the touch. While he buries his head in his arms.

“You are too sweet for me.” He whispers quietly, enjoying the feel of your hands smoothing out any knots that he has collected from the last few days of hard work and training. If only you knew how much more the gesture meant.

“You deserve it,” You whisper. Leaning down against his back, while your hands move down to massage at his hips and the sides of his thighs. The feel of your lips against his cheek brings his heart to a race with his mind. Whether or not turn and meet them with his. It would not be appropriate would it?

“Hardworking, so good at your little rehearsals Tal.”

Oh the things you do to him, it isn’t fair. You watch as he hides his face away in his arms. Face redder than a tomato.

“Oh come on,” you laugh softly, while moving your hands up to his arms, massaging at the aching biceps that flex slightly whenever you hit a point it almost hurts to be massaged. You pull small sounds and whines from him. “Come on Tal, say it. Hm? What are you?”

“I’m good at what. . .”

“You’re good aaaat?” You encourage, grin widening than it has been for a while.

“I am good at what I do. . .” The sound almost sounds like a little cry, as his body relaxes. A shy smile twitching at his lips.

Eventually, the two of you take a little break, where the poet can have some his tea to sip on, while you get a glass of water and some more lotion for his back.

The fresh taste of strawberries covers his tongue and soothes his throat after all of the strain he has done on his voice. Nevermind the warmups that he had done, it always got a bit sore after all of the practiced lines and notes he has to shift his voice to when he sings. But he loves it.

You notice the small shifts he makes once your hands reach the small of his back after smearing out the lotion to help you massage properly, an eyebrow quirked at the small noises he so clearly holds back.

“Is it tickling?” The question sounded a bit more teasing than it was supposed to, but it was genuine.

“I have a very sensitive back.” He sighs out in response, clearing his throat to apprehend a shiver that rudely threatens him to make its way down and up his spine. “You— You have done so much for me today already dear, I feel better now, thank you.”

Watching as he sits up, you smile and tilt your head in a small nod of acknowledgment.

“You need some sleep?” After your question, the man yawns and nods. Your gaze softens as his arms wrap around the pillow that supports his head and his cat jumps up on the bed. Dragging the blanket over his body before snuggling close to him.

Soft lips find his skin before the departure, warmth against ice cold skin that results in long fingers slithering up your arm to pull you close and press a kiss to your own cheek. You smile lovingly and brush his hair back and trace your thumb over his brow.

“Take it easy, yeah?”

“Mmm. . .” He hums, watching as you grab your belongings and make your way out of the dorm, turning off the light. Making your way to your last spot for the day.

The city streets are swept from people this day, you assume most have gone to see the annual opening of the ice skating festival for the year.

Walking felt shorter than usual, as you found yourself standing by Alessio’s apartment door already. You suppose it was the quiet of the streets and the music in your ears that took away the attention of the usual duration of the walk.

He opened up the door quickly after you knocked on it.

Though. . . he wasn’t standing in the doorway, rather laying a few feet away from it. Pressing on the button of his phone to unlock it. As he sat and played his video games, locked in, trying to defeat the boss plaguing him in his dark souls play through.

“Aye— AYE!! AYE C’MON MAN!” He yells out in frustration, his noise of anger followed by a groan and then laughter, as he throws his head back and sighs. Looking over at the door where you stand, ridding yourself of your jacket and scarf, shoes placed next to his.

Emerald eyes move along your movements towards him, his legs spreading a bit to let you straddle him.

“Lookin’ pretty today huh?” The whistle reaches your ear before his words do. What else can you do but roll your eyes at him with a grin spreading across your face for the third time this day. You would be getting smile pains and aches at this point.

The same controller that had previously been in his hands was discarded of quickly the moment you sat in his lap and looked down at him with a smile. They instead found purchase on your waist, giving it a little squeeze that has you squirming and delivering a small dash to his chest with the back of your hand.

“Then you haven’t seen Rishen and Talisen, today.” His eyebrows raise at your words, looking for more answers clearly. Why not tease him a bit by remaining silent until he asks further on what you mean?

A second after noticing what you are doing he sends you an unimpressed look, sighing out dramatically and grinning: “What do you mean by that huh?”

“They were both so tired, but sooo pretty.” You sigh and slump your shoulder. Looking down at him with your head tilted to the side.

“Rishen was frustrated and in need of a calmer space in the library, where he could finish his studies,” Taking a break, you lean down against Alessio and rest your head on his chest. “And Talisen was tired after rehearsals, so I helped him with a nice massage and some tea.”

“You could massage me a bit.” The mercenary jokes, poking at your forehead and grinning. Earning another dash before you grab him by the loops of his pants and pull him up from the couch.

“My hands are tired unfortunately, but not enough to make some snacks.” You chuckle, folding your arms as the man saunters over to you with a big frown on his lips. He’s giving you those fake puppy eyes again, you know Talisen gave him a massage the other day.

You decide to play around with the man and coo at him, tell him he has it sooo hard. Before tugging at him once more, dragging him with to the kitchen to make something good to eat.

To your luck. Talisen had refilled Alessio’s fridge to the brim, veggies and tofu, meats, fruits that have been cut out for cooking. A darling, he was. You sometimes wondered when these two were gonna get married. Every time you teased them, they’d proclaim loudly and clearly of their frienemyship.

They were no lovers. The two were with Rishen, and not the other! Rishen would be just as tired as you were each and every time there was any mention of it. The word: frenemy, specifically.

With a swift pull of the drawer in the fridge, you pull of some of the silken tofu and veggies, bringing it onto the kitchen island. Eyes shining at Alessio, as you begin cutting up some of the onions to caramelise on the pan.

The two of you work around one another, as he begins preparing the tofu for the air fryer, applying the last bit of crumbs to the fried chicken replica tofu. And just as he reaches and opens up the fridge once more to reach down and grab some milk for the dipping you’re making in the pan, you cannot help yourself. . .

Slap, the sound of your hand coming to contact with his ass reverbarates off of the walls. His eyes blown wide and jaw slack.

Slowly, his head turns, for his gaze to meet you over his shoulder. Lips thinned together as you restrain yourself from bursting into hard laughter. And you watch as he turns off the heat on the pan and nods slowly with a small smile of warning on making it’s presence on his features.

“Oh yeah?” The silence fills the room once more, as he begins power walking towards you. While you run out of the kitchen and away from his as fast as possible. Until his loud footsteps thump against the floor, chasing after you.

And when he has a grasp on you too. You feel the soreness creeping up on you the second his hand has whipped across your cheeks. A loud yelp and whined laugh leaving you.

“Alessio!”

“Don’t start, you began this!”

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