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cameronspecial · 3 months

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Rafe x reader - camping trip with both families, they are made to share a tent. Maybe she forgets her bedcover and rafe offers his but she doesn’t accept it. She then gets cold and he warms her up.

Flirting, kissing, body warming naked

Stubborn Little Girl

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Sexual Jokes and Being Naked Together In A Non-Sexual Situation

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.0K

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Everyone knows Y/N is stubborn. She can’t be swayed to change her choices for anything and it drives people crazy, especially because it means she won’t admit when she made a bad call. Her parents tried to warn her that she would need more than what she packed for their camping trip, yet she wouldn’t listen. She already decided what she needed and argued that since she was an adult, she didn’t need her parents' input. This belief doesn’t change even with Rafe’s concern. Rafe and Y/N just finished putting up their tent and she is dragging all their stuff inside of it. He looks through the trees to the other clearing where their parents and siblings are setting up camp. There wasn’t enough space for both of the families to be in the bigger clearing, so they agreed that the oldest siblings would share a tent in the small clearing a few feet away. He watches as she pulls out her blow-up mattress because of course, a Kook will glamp. She pumps her mattress and exits the tent. “Aren’t you going to put any bedding on it?” Rafe questions, pointing to the bare plastic. She shrugs, “Nah. I’ll wear a hoodie to sleep. I should be fine.” “It’s supposed to get colder at night, Kitten. You’ll need actual blankets,” Rafe points out. Y/N rolls her eyes, “How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, Cameron? And I’m a grown woman. I don’t need you to tell me what to do.”

She body-checks him as she passes them toward their families. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he yells after her with a shake of his head. Even though they’ve known each other since they were little, Y/N and Rafe have always had a hot and cold relationship. Cordial moments would quickly turn to an argument with the snap of their fingers and vice versa. They may have been closer in age than the other siblings, but Y/N bonded better with his sisters because their gender gave them more in common, while Rafe took her little brother under his wing. It may not have been a great idea to put Rafe and Y/N in the same tent, except it is the only option they had.

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After hiking, eating dinner and spending time around the bond fire, everyone returns to their tent. Sleep can’t fall upon Rafe because he can hear the constant rustling coming from Y/N’s mattress. He tilts his head to the side and catches her movement. She keeps switching from side to side, always bringing her legs in toward her chest and her arms wedged between the two. He can see the shivers that wave through her body. Rafe sighs and peels his blanket off of him. He shifts to one side of his mattress. “Come on,” he orders. She looks at him with a crease between her eyebrows, “I’m fine.” “Don’t be ridiculous, Kitten. You are freezing,” he asserts, getting up to pull her by his side. She struggles against him, “I said I’m fine, Cameron. I don’t need your help.” She won’t budge; however, Rafe knows how to get her mind to waver. “Stop being a stubborn little girl. If you get sick, then who is going to take care of Steven after school?”

She freezes at the mention of her little brother, processing the truth of Rafe’s words. Although her parents are Kooks who can afford a nanny, ten-year-old Steven is taken care of after school by his big sister. He is extremely introverted and doesn’t like to be left alone with strangers, so Y/N takes care of him whenever she can. Rafe has seen her loyalty to her family and figures it would be the only thing to get her to change her mind. It does. She stops resisting his hold and rests her body against his. Her front accidentally presses against his front and she feels the stiff member in his pants. She giggles, “Are you sure the only reason why you wanted me in your bed is because I was cold?” His face reddens and he pulls her hips away. “Shut up,” he groans. Eventually, he begins to chuckle with her. The laughter dies down, but her shaking doesn’t stop and this worries Rafe. “I think we both need to strip naked,” he suggests, already preparing to take off his shirt. This causes her to completely detach from him, “Woah, slow down, Cameron. Just because you are nice to me, it doesn’t mean I’m going to have sex with you, especially with our families so close by.” He shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant. You are shaking like an earthquake and we needed to get you warmed up,” he explains.

“And how is getting naked going to help me with that?”

“Because my body heat will help warm up yours. I promise this isn’t for any funny business. I just don’t want you to get a cold.”

“You really think this is going to work?”

“I promise.”

She doesn’t voice her agreement and instead, begins to remove her clothes herself. Rafe follows her movement until they are completely nude. They avoid the temptation of looking at their private areas by looking at each other in their eyes. The silence is broken up with laughter. “This is definitely not awkward,” she jokes, placing her hand above her elbow. He places his hand on top of hers, “It doesn’t have to be.” She tilts her head to the side as he brings his face closer to hers. His lips pucker and he gives her enough time to pull away before their lips touch. She closes the distance, lacing her fingers through his hair to bring him closer. His hands fall on her hip to tug her closer to him. They break the kiss for air and place their foreheads against each other’s. “Thank god you are such a stubborn little girl,” he whispers. Kisses and giggles fill the tent until both of them fall asleep from exhaustion and newfound warmth.

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming

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el-velvis · 3 months

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Adam x reader (hazbin hotel)

How you two met

Headcanons:

¦ First part ¦

The time that you passed with Adam were now really less than the first times, he noticed that and tried to cheer you up in every way, but he had an big... BIG ego, so that means that in public mostly and in private he was more Attached to you, he made more maschilist jokes and at the same time gave you a lot of gifts, you were going crazy...

Even if you didn't noticed that but he was really afraid of you in every way, your beautiful hair and your beautiful eyes that always looked up at him when he get closer, your wings that twich every time that he put a hand on you or just innocently Pinch your cheek to annoyed you, all of that big carcather that he has to carry on is just because his in reality very selfconscious, he never had more than two Women, ève and lilith that left him for lucifer.. After that he just tried to became stronger even if he liked someone he couldn't just show it as a normal person do, unfortunately...

One day he wanted to finally ask you out for real this time, so he prepared with the help of Lute a love letter, "looks like a child made this sir" Lute said smirking a bit "OH FUCK YOU LUTE! Im trying here bitch!", a little plushie that looked... Like him because when he was at work he thought that you would be alone for long so with that you would feel... Always.. his presence.. And a ring... The best part... It was a bright one.. Brought for This occasion, he was really anxious...

He was all prepared and wanted then to find you and make you the biggest happy person alive, he wanted to love you every day and make you feel alive... But... You weren't always around... Or maybe you weren't around as you used to.

He noticed that you tried always to walk away If by pure chance he crosses paths with you changed your path, at first he thought it was a coincidence but as he went on he understood that you wanted to move away, why? Why you too? What had he done wrong?... He didn't know but after some time he finally found you and wanted to confront you and understand what was going on...

He found you in the library of the church where all of angels and part of Heaven go to study.

Your paranoia was getting bigger and bigger, "why me?"... "surely he'll just want to use me"... "he's not what you think, he doesn't really love you, he's Adam the first man on heart, every girl are on his knees for him he'd never choose someone like me"...

Adam Fly all the way here and decided to talk with you, obviusly with his style, he entered the library and took a look around, you were obviusly sitting in a table in the corner alone.

He stare at you for a moment and decided to make his entrance "hey bitch what's up with you? You know who i am? You can't just disappear like that", he talked a little too much loud even because someone turned around and stare at you two in a pissed way, you were in a public library After all.

You just stopped reading and were surprised by his presence, he was now towering you with a hand on the table and the other pointed at you, you shush him and You pull it to a more secluded place, "h-hey what the fuck!" you finally looked at him in the eyes and spoke and a trembling sigh came out of your mouth "listen Adam... First of all you can't enter a library like that, and second of all why are you here? Don't you have something better to do?" he looked at you confused and a grin appered on his lips "ohh~ your cunt is in a bad mood today? I can fix that you know Im famous for my to-" you didn't let him finish and started to feel tears coming from your eyes "ENOUGH!" he froze "why you keep doing this?? Why?" your face was turning red "doing what" he whispered a little taken back by your sudden reaction "you always try to flirt with me in some ways and then you treat me like Im just a piece of meat, why you always bother yourself with me uh? Why you can't just leave me, i know that you have millions of girls that maybe are better at that! But im not like one of them! And if you just wanted to be my friend just for that maybe... Im sorry but no... I dont want to continue like this.." a first tear came out.

He was shocked, what did he do wrong? Someone made you think like this? You liked someone else?, in his mind everything was running fast every possibility to understand your sudden reaction, he started to speak again "what.. What does that mean? I never did something like that!" he starting to raise his voice in irritation "i was always the one to make things for you! I always tried to make everything possible what the hell do you think bitch! Im fucking Adam! Im perfect! And you should just appreciate that i choose you!".

You couldn't believe it... He said that, he could have been with someone else if it was not for you... Now is clear... Tears were running down your red cheeks... "oh...so that's why..." you started to cry, he stare at you panicking, you couldn't read his face for the mask "Im just a second.... Or maybe a the last choice for you?"... Your face was now purple and your troath was burning, you could see only a blurry figure in front of you for how much tears were forming... "w-what n-" you didn't want to hear him and so you Fly away faster as you could, you just wanted to Return home and forget all of him...

He was paralyzed.. He didn't know what happened, He had come looking for you to take you out to eat and finally declare himself, and all after a flap of wings disappeared in a second... He was the wrong one? He was the one that made you soffer? How? What did he do wrong?

After that evening he went back home were Lute was waiting "sir how did it go?" he didn't respond and just went to bed, Lute remain a little by his attitude... "sir?" "Fuck off Lute!" she just followed him and sit down on the bed silent.

After a while he looked at her and in a angry and pissed way he storm out "what the hell did i say? Just go away bitch! Go away and leave me alone like the rest of the world!" the last part came out broken... Something broke inside of him... He didn't know what was happening but started to sob in his pillow... "DONT STARE AT ME BITCH! DON'T-.. DON'T LOOK AT ME" She was approaching to hug him, she didn't say anything, she knew that at any moment he would explode..

He was buffering in the pillow and suddenly felt warm, the arms of Lute were around him, he tried to pull away sobbing and pissed "DON'-DON'TOUCH ME... *sob* DON'T... don't..." he lets go and stays in the embrace, and he starts crying and venting about what happened

After he vent for like 2 Hours he stayed like that with tired eyes... "sir... You need to find her and tell her what you feel, but you have to put aside your ego" he just pull away and in a pissed way said "i dont have an ego! And i can't she don't want to see me again after what i did... What i did wrong?" he asked, "sir if i have to be sincere you are always a piece of shit, with every one, you want the attention but can't get Attached with someone because you are afraid you Will lose them.. It's not like this that life works, you need to stand up and finally accept what you are, you are not only Adam.. " he stare at her," yes i am only Adam, the fucking first man that give life to all of them why they can't accept it!", "sir... You are not only that, i observ when you talked with y/n how your face change and how nervous you become, how you want to surprise her with little hand gifts, but too afraid to recieve her compliments.... You are not only Adam.. You are a human sir...", he became flustered and embarassed by the exact description of himself "wherever bitch..." there was a moment of silence... "Lute...?" he whispered "do you think... That... Im in time to go and talk with her?".

Lute push him out of the window "FUCKING FLY FAST SIR" he then fuck her off but was excited scared and all type of emotions he can have and Fly to your house as fast as he can "please don't leave me y/n, please dont leave me y/n please dont leave me y/n".

He finally arrived... He was about to faint from how fast he went, while he was catching his breath he landed on your balcony, and knocked 5 Times, The fifth was a spasm of the lungs.

You were in your bedroom and started to take sleep when you heard 5 knocks on your window... You turn your head to see... "no.." Adam, you were a little susrpised but didn't want to open him, that would be rude so you stand up with a big groan and open slowly the window "what.." you asked in a cold tone.

This was all for the second part, i notice that you really liked the first so i thought that would be interesting put a little angst for this , if you want the third part let me know! Have a great day🫐

#adam x reader #light angst #angst with a happy ending #angst #adamapple #hazbin hotel adam #artists on tumblr #love #hazbin hotel lute #lute #y/n #x reader

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in1-nutshell · 3 months

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Another thought just popped in how about old Predacon buddy meeting Gen 1 autobot's it would be quite amusing seeing them interact with the others and maybe ratchet finding out how much old Predacon buddies energon reserves are possibly?

Buddy is too old for these shenanigans. Especially the ones in G1, but on the plus side, more grandkids!

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Old Predacon meeting the Autobots

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

G1/TFP

Buddy was going log this trip in their data pad when they got back home.

Definitely one of the more memorable trips hey had gone.

The portal dropped Buddy in a desert like area.

It seemed deserted from the looks of it.

Maybe they were in an alternative Nevada.

Buddy feels a tap on their pede and looks down.

A blonde human looks up at them.

“I was starting to wonder when the humans would show up.”--Buddy

“Huh?”--Carly

“Never mind. Hello there little one.”--Buddy

“Hi? Are you an Autobot?”--Carly

“Yes, do you know them?”

“Yeah! They’re my friends! Almost everyone knows about them.”--Carly

Buddy tilts their helm.

“What do you mean by almost everyone?”--Buddy

“Anyone who doesn’t see the news.”--Carly

“… Anyways, do you mind showing me to their base? I need a place to stay until I can get back to my dimension.”--Buddy

“Dimension?”--Carly

“You see my dear… what’s your name?”--Buddy

“Carly.”--Carly

“Carly? All right, well my name is Buddy—”--Buddy

“Buddy?”--Carly

Buddy vents a bit.

“I know it’s a strange name and all—”--Buddy

“Its not strange. It just took me by surprise and all, please continue.”--Carly

“Well, I got dropped in this universe thanks to a portal that usually comes back and sends me home in a couple of days.”--Buddy

“So, you need a place to stay in the meantime?”--Carly

“Exactly.”--Buddy

“Well then lets go!”--Carly

Carly begins walking but Buddy leans their helm down next to her.

“Please, allow me.”--Buddy

Carly’s eyes widen in excitement and climbs on.

Buddy slowly lifts their helm up.

“Just point the direction and I’ll follow.”--Buddy

Carly gives them a thumbs up.

“You got it! I can’t wait to tell Chip, Spike and Raoul what happened today!”--Carly

“…Spike?”--Buddy

“Yeah, he’s my boyfriend.”--Carly

“… So, to the right or left?”--Buddy

Carly had to calm everyone down when they saw the giant mechanical dragon that nearly dwarfed everyone in the base.

Buddy is just thankful that these bots were a bit bigger than in the other universe.

They were still small, but a good small.

“Hello there! My name is Optimus Prime. Who might you be?”--Optimus

“…I’m Buddy sir.”--Buddy

“Oh please, just Optimus or Optimus Prime.”--Optimus

Buddy stares at the Prime and wraps a wing around him.

“I will protect you and your group with my spark.”--Buddy

“Oh, that’s not necessary my friend.”--Optimus

“Nope I’m protecting you.”--Buddy

“Hey Prime, where—WOAH!”--Bumblebee

Buddy tuns to see a tiny Bumblebee and other human.

“WOW! Carly wasn’t kidding when she said that the dragon was huge!”--Bumblebee

Bumblebee sticks out his servo.

“I’m Bumblebee! This is Spike.”--Bumblebee

Buddy looks at the human take a step and fall after stepping on his untied shoe lace.

“Primus help Carly…”--Buddy

“What?”--Spike

“My name is Buddy.”--Buddy

Buddy is a bit appalled seeing how energon was created.

If they had anything like this in their universe it would change the war at home.

For better or worse Buddy still hasn’t figured that out.

Buddy is internally crying when they meet more bots.

This team had so many more numbers and Buddy only had enough room in their arms to carry a few.

It was a rather pleasant surprise to find the Dinobots.

Sure, there was a little skirmish between Buddy and Grimlock.

But they soon got past that.

Buddy is an honorary Dinobot now.

Buddy has Bumblebee, Cliffjumper, Mirage, Hound, Sideswipe, Red Alert, Smokescreen, Wheeljack, Ratchet, and Perceptor in their arms or back. Swoop was perched on their helm.

They are looking around.

“What’s up Buddy? You looking for something?”--Raoul

“Oh Raoul! I don’t have enough space to keep holding everyone!”--Buddy

“What?”—Raoul

Buddy nearly has a spark attack seeing Superion, Defensor and Omega Supreme.

They were so used to being the biggest bot in the room, they did not like being the smaller bot for a change.

The bots were nice and all, but Buddy opted to stay with the others.

Buddy often stayed by the smaller Prime’s side during their stay.

Optimus didn’t mind it at all.

Buddy did share some stories about the Prime in their universe.

Many of the bots like to hear Buddy’s dimension stories, even if they are a bit vague.

Soon it comes time for Buddy to leave.

Buddy tries their best to give out as many group hugs as they can.

“Thank you, my friends! Wish you all the best!”--Buddy

“You too Buddy! Farewell my friend.”--Optimus

Buddy steps into the portal.

In TFP…

Buddy walks into the base, suddenly feeling a bit empty.

Buddy shakes it off and continues their way to the main room.

The war would be over soon, they just knew it.

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfp #tfp x reader #tfp x platonic reader #transformers g1 #g1 transformers x platonic reader #old predacon buddy

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neoarchipelago · 1 year

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Are you still doing the Fantasy hcs? If not just ignore this

What would a dragon trainer au be like? Like how the military uses dogs, but dragons instead!

Maybe a dragon trainer reader, but Ghost is also a dragon trainer (definitely has a dragon named Riley 😉) so reader and ghost instantly click.. They exchange training tips and help each other with their dragons. But both havee social anxiety, so 141 has to try and get them to confess?

Scales and Feathers

I HAVE BEEN DYING TO WRITE THIS. DAMN.

Warnings: NSFW 18+ under the NSFW written in bright red, you really can't miss it.

You walked around, gear too heavy on your skin. Anxiety bit your flesh like a million fire ants. You weren't used to this. Sure, you were part of the military with Gaia, your beautiful white fluffy dragon, but nothing remotely close to a special task force. When captain price walked in on you training, his stunning leopard dragon behind him, Seraphim, as he called her, was much smaller than Gaia. Big enough for a rider like Price though.

You looked up at the sky, Gaia happily flying around, taking in the new base from the sky. You smiled, holding your hands behind your back. At the corner of your sight, a black spiky dragon joined the cloud tainted blue, flying close by. Your heartbeat quickened, watching them circling each other. He was large. Bigger than Gaia. Even from your spot on the ground you could see the bright red and gold eyes shining.

"Breathe. Riley won't hurt him."

You spun around at the sound, eyes falling into a masked face.

"Her.." you corrected in a small voice.

He crossed his arms, stepping to you.

"Sorry. Her." He corrected looking up as well.

You watched the big dark dragon flying right behind her, trying to nibble playfully at her fluffy feathered tail. Gaia seemed to react according to her character however, a bone shaking growl erupting from the sky, a warning. You shook your head.

"S.. sorry… she has her character… Gaia!" You apologized, calling your irritated, incredibly large, ball of fur, down.

Her wings rose up the dust of the ground as you stepped towards her. The black dragon followed to the ground, to his own trainer. Gaia stood behind you, eying the spikey Riley. She seemed to think that stepping behind you was enough to hide her, despite her big frame being almost 20 times too large.

Riley seemed interested as Gaia hissed from behind you.

"Gaia… don't be a brat… he just wants to be friends…" you scolded her in a soft tone.

She huffed a breath in your direction, making your hair fly. You chuckled at her temper.

"Riley isn't usually this friendly. I'm sorry. I'll keep him in check."

Your attention turned back to the man.

"Oh, it's ok. She has to learn to play nice. She'll get to know him eventually." You smiled at him, his imposing frame making you somehow shy. He nodded your way. A heavy silence settled in between the two of you, only broken moments later by Riley sending a huff of smoke towards Gaia in a teasing way. Gaia growled again.

"Riley.." the man called in a warning tone.

"I see you two are making friends already."

The both of you turned to Price and Seraphim. You smiled, tension rising again.

"Miss Y/N, this is Lieutenant Simon Ghost Riley. He is part of squad 141. Simon, this is our new addition to the team. Y/N and Gaia." He introduced with one of his signature smiles. You turned to Ghost, smiling. He nodded your way. In the background, soft bickering of two dragons was constantly heard.

After a few weeks, things had started to calm down however. Gaia had somehow accepted Riley's constant teasing. Despite the fact that he was older and bigger than her, he seemed to be submissive to her when she deemed that enough was enough. Ghost seemed to eye the situation with curiosity, to everyone's opinion, it was uncharacteristic of Riley to behave like this. You understood the meaning of these words when you noticed the stance of the dragon when he had to deal with Soap or Gaz's one.

In the meantime, you used this brand new relationship in between the two big beasts to train them together. You were slightly frightened at first, the Lieutenant seemed to be a man of few words and with a grip of steel. He seemed to keep his eyes on you very often. However, it was still nice to be able to train with someone as experienced as him. Gaia herself seemed to enjoy his presence and you were happy about it. For as much as Riley also enjoyed your presence, Gaia didn't allow him much room to get near you.

Another training session came to an end, holding your water bottle in hand as you watched the two dragons roll over each other in a friendly fight. The ground shook softly as they battled. Ghost walked next to you as he also eyed the two fire breathers.

"Kids.." he mumbled.

You giggled a bit, the sound gaining his attention. You blushed under his gaze that you tried to hold for a few seconds. The tension was sizzling in between the both of you.

"I-"

"Thank-"

You smiled as you both interrupted each other. You looked away as he cleared his throat.

"Go on." He ordered. You smiled, god was he always so bossy.

"Thank you, for the training tips… It helps a lot." You said.

"Your training tips as well. Especially with a grumpy asshole like Riley." He mumbled.

You chuckled, taking an unconscious step closer to him.

"He's not mean!" You defended.

"Because he's acting like a kid when Gaia is around." He pointed out.

"Hm.. do you think he has a crush on her?" You asked, the question holding heavy meaning. He looked down at you, holding your gaze for a second.

"Maybe…" he answered in a low rumble.

The sound made the air get caught in your lungs. The feeling of his gloved hand against your tight pants, right up against your thigh was sending waves of electricity through you. A screech made you both snap your head towards the dragons.

You were instantly worried watching as Gaia hissed threateningly at Riley who stepped back, his head lowered. What made a wave of fear run through you was the way Gaia held her paw close to her body. You instantly ran to her, Ghost close behind. You inspected the paw, a little scratch with droplets of blood making your eyes widen. It was large, for a human. To Gaia, it was probably just a little scratch.

"RILEY!" You heard Ghost scold.

You took a glance back, inspecting Riley who looked angrily at Ghost, as he sat pouting. You noticed the little blood on one of his spikes. It wasn't intentional…

"Simon…"

His body seemed tense, hearing you call his name but he looked at you.

"It's ok, it's just a scratch, he didn't mean it. Look" you pointed towards one of the spikes.

He understood the situation.

"Riley. You have to be careful when you play." He scolded again.

You pet Gaia as she lowered her head to you.

"Now now… you're being a little baby.. you had much worse…" you teased.

She huffed another breath towards you, making your hair fly. You smiled at her.

"Come on… he didn't mean it you know it…" you whispered to her.

She groaned like an unruly teen before huffing again. However, she somehow decided that you were right as she raised her head, huffing a breath towards Riley, playfully. He cheered up, his tail wagging. Ghost saw it, feeling embarrassed for his dragon.

To your surprise, Riley took this little hint of forgiveness to walk back to her, nuzzling her head with his. You were shocked by the sudden display of affection, but mostly, by the way Gaia happily nuzzled back. You watch as Riley licked up the wound in an apologetic way as you stepped back towards Ghost, in total dismay.

Perhaps it was that display of affection, pure affection that made you both realize how badly you wanted to do the same for each other. How your hands wanted to hold each other. How you wanted to be in his arms. But you didn't look at each other, too scared to see unreciprocated feelings in each other's eyes.

Unfortunately for the both of you, Gaia and Riley's new affection made the both of you spend a lot of time together. Since then, Ghost had retracted, feeling him growing colder and colder. It made you sad. It broke you. You'd try to involve Gaz and Soap to your activities as much as possible, avoiding the aching silence and avoiding gazes.

Soap and Gaz had found it extremely funny to see that Gaia and Riley had decided to have their own little thing. Their own dragons were more careful around Gaia to avoid seeing Riley angry. The big white dragon however seemed to have a soothing effect on the scary black one. Somehow just like you had a soothing effect on Simon. It had grown obvious as the months passed, so the current situation was confusing to the both of them. Seeing how you two avoided each other yet sent hidden glances when the other was looking.

It was obvious. Incredibly obvious. Price himself found the situation frustrating. He himself wanted to simply yell at the two of you to simply kiss already. Therefore, it was time to do something about it. The plan was set, the two of you being separately asked to meet at the same place. You entered the small windowless room, looking around in the darkness. Confusion set in, Gaz had asked you to help him with a report in this precise room. The sound of the door made you turn around, relief washing over you before it was quickly erased by an anxious feeling.

You locked eyes with Simon as he had stepped into the room, looking as confused as you.

"What…?" He asked.

"Hum… Gaz asked me… to help him." You tried.

"Soap-" he didn't finish, groaning as he closed his eyes.

Before being able to say anything, the lock was heard. Your eyes widened, looking at Simon and the door repeatedly. He walked to it, trying the door handle who didn't budge.

"We're… locked in.." you tried. He nodded.

You bit your lip, looking around the room. It was an old storage room, old chairs and desks laying around. You sighed, walking to a desk, sitting on top of it.

You looked around again, trying to keep your attention on anything but the man standing, his arms crossed over his chest. You tried to look up, noticing his dark gaze on you. It sent a delightful shiver down your spine.

"Why… are you looking at me like that?" You asked.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

The question made you freeze. You felt a ping of anger.

"Avoiding you?" You repeated.

"Yes." He snapped.

"You've been hating my presence! How could I not?!" You snapped back. He seemed slightly taken aback.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"You've been barely talking to me, during training you don't say more than two orders and you can't even bear to look at me!" The tears rose to your eyes.

"Bear to look at you?! Fuck! I can't bear not looking at you!" He took a step closer. "I can't fucking take my eyes off of you. You've been, the only fucking thing on my mind…"

You looked up at him, eyes looking for an ounce of lies in his words but you couldn't find none.

"Why… were you so cold then?" You asked with a little confused frown.

"I… couldn't handle you not… wanting me too…" he answered honestly. You frowned again.

You closed in the space between the both of your hands holding his face in your hands, making him stare at you, wide eyed. You wanted to say something. Tell him it wasn't true that you desperately wanted him. But the words kept bubbling in your throat, refusing to come out. You noticed a tiny flinch from him, as he was ready to step back. And you panicked. If you couldn't say anything. You'd show him. You brought his face down, rising to your tippy toes to drop a soft kiss on his clothed lips.

Time froze. What a cheesy saying. Yet it felt exactly like that. When you separated, the feeling of the fabric on your lip was just as satisfying as it was frustrating. You looked away, embarrassed. His fingers met your chin, softly pushing up to make you look at him. His other hand pulled at his balaclava to bring it to his nose, revealing his mouth. You felt yourself completely melt as his lips finally met yours.

You leant on him, your hands on his chest. The feeling of his tongue playing with your lip sent a heat between your legs. A moan escapes your lips making you blush.

NSFW.

His hands traveled on your sides, featherlight touches on your hips and waist. You needed more. His touch on your skin.

"Darling… tell me to stop… and I will." He groaned against your neck.

"Don't you dare stop Simon…"

You felt the grin on his lips on the skin of your neck. He stepped forwards bringing you closer to a desk until your ass touched the edge. He grabbed your waist, pulling you up to sit you on it. You spread your thigh, allowing him to settle in between. His lips traveled, leaving kisses and bites on your neck until they found your lips once more. The more he kissed you, like he craved every inch of your body, the more you let him explore with the most relaxed moans you could mutter.

His hands found the hem of your shirt, snaking underneath to feel the skin, warm and full of goosebumps.

"Simon…" you breathed out.

He looked back at you, unsure of his next step, wondering if you wanted him to stop.

You saw the hesitation in his eyes, your own hands reaching for your shirt to remove it fully, allowing him to see your pretty black bra.

"Shit…" he hissed. He leaned down, teeth and lips at your collar bone, making you giggle and gasp. You felt him reach for his shirt as he separated just long enough to throw it over his head. You pulled back as he frowned. Your eyes traveled up and down his chest, your hands following the path they chased. Scars littered the beautiful skin, black faded ink bringing a tint more of danger to his stance. His muscles flexed under your touch, his breath quickening. His hand wrapped softly around your wrists.

"Baby… let me touch you please…" he groaned.

"Can't I touch you too?" You teased.

"Fuck… love you'll get to touch me whenever you fucking want… all of me. But please, right now let me make you mine." The last word was growled against your lips before he captured them into a hot kiss. You hummed against him, your legs wrapping around his waist to bring him closer. You could feel his hard length through his pants.

The way he slowly unclasped your bra, in a teasing way made you whine. His fingers felt cold, adrenaline rushing through him. Your nipples were hard from the excitement and freshness of them. He pinched and rolled them softly making you whimper and squirm. He let go of your lips in a little smirk, his eyes never leaving your as he lowered himself to lick one of your nipples. You sighed, biting your lip. He hummed against your skin fully taking it in his mouth.

You let your head fall back the feeling of him sucking and biting softly making you shiver and buck unto him.

"Simon… please…" you moaned. He chuckled.

"I know princess, I know… I'm impatient too."

The button of your pants was taken off, you raised your hips, helping him remove the annoying fabric, leaving you in panties when you kicked off your boots. Every little touch felt like too much yet not enough. The feeling of your hands resting against his chest made you ache for more, his grip on your flesh almost bruising now.

His hand met the soft fabric of your panties, much too soaked already. You hummed against his lips, two of his fingers rubbing softly through the black panties. You rolled your hips desperate for more. He chuckled as he pushed the fabric aside, his two fingers now rubbing your clit in soft slow circles. You moaned, kissing his neck and biting his pulse there. The groan it elicited from him made you want to hear more. He granted you a finger at your entrance, pushing past to give you more.

"Simon…" you whined.

He kissed your temple, adding a second finger as his thumb still caressed your soft clit. He used his fingers to pump in and out, stretching you. His fingers grazed the perfect spot that made your hips jolt forward.

"Found it." He grumbled against your ear.

His new little treasure at the tip of his fingers now his perfect little plaything. He curled and rubbed at that sensitive spot, chills and trembles overtaking your body. You wanted to return the favor, your hand cupping him through his pants. He grunted, hips bucking into your hands as you rubbed him. It only encouraged him in his torturous touch, the feeling of your orgasm creeping over you.

"S..Simon… I'm.." you tried.

"I know baby. Go on. Let me feel it." He whispered, his eyes planted on yours.

The wave of pleasure was deafening, your ears ringing as your mouth fell open in loud moans. You tried to keep eye contact but couldn't help letting your head fall back.

"Good girl. Such a good girl for me." He praised.

His fingers left your aching cunt, bringing him to his lips so he could taste you. He groaned at the taste, licking greedily.

"Fuck… I'm going to get addicted to this.."

You tried to hop off the desk, wanting nothing more than to return the favor.

"Nu-uh. Where are you going little dove?" He asked.

"I want to return the favor…" you answered, licking your lips.

His shoulders flexed for a second.

"Not now. I told you. I want to make you mine. Today is about you. And my cock filling you up."

He had a keen sense of making you flustered with the things he said, right before capturing your lips like it was nothing. You rolled your hips against him, making him bite your lower lip softly. You giggled, feeling him separate. His hand on your stomach pushed you down on your back. You looked up at him as he lowered himself, teeth grazing and lips sucking at your inner thighs.

"Simon… Please stop teasing…" he didn't answer, continuing his attack on your plush skin. "Simon make me yours!" You whined, your patience running out.

He replied with a stronger bite, making you yelp before he stood again, towering you. The sight was divine, the man standing in between your legs, as his hands reached for his belt. The sound of it unbuckling made your heart jump, the promise of more only fueling the scorching warmth running though you. He lowered his pants, his boxer as well, his member finally free.

"Shit.." you mumbled.

"Thank you." He grinned.

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks. Big yes. Thick? Good lord… You couldn't look away as he pumped himself a few times, the glistening drops at his tip smearing. You licked your lips again, wondering how it would taste on your tongue. He saw it. That little hidden movement. He brought his tip closer to your clit rubbing up and down with it as his fingers found your hole, two fingers slipping in easily. He pumped them a few times, making you gasp and moan.

"Simon!" You whined again.

"I know. But got to prepare you. Don't want to hurt you…"

You felt your heart swell at his words. Strained voice as he tried to not give in to the pure need to be in you. When his fingers made their way out, coating his length with your sticky juices before bringing the tip at your entrance you almost felt like you'd moan right there. His thumb hovered over your clit ready to ease the tension.

"You alright baby?" He asked, making you look at him.

"Yes… please Simon…" you begged.

He smiled, bucking his hips slowly, the tip pushing through your entrance at the slowest pace. He took his time, slowly easing himself into your tight warmth as he teased your sensitive bud to help with the burning stretch. Bottoming out, he groaned, gritting his teeth.

"Fuck… so tight…" he hissed.

You felt so full, god it only made you feel completely owned by him. You rolled your hisp begging for him to move, but his hands reached for your hips, firmly keeping them down.

"Baby… let it adjust…" he tried.

You whined. He was on his last string of patience, holding back. You rolled your hips again and he pulled out before slamming back into earning something in between a yelp and moan from you.

" 'nough playing…" he warned.

He started at a steady pace, his hips thrusting into you deep as he held onto your thighs. The desk shook, noise mixing with the whimpers, moans and grunts. Cursed blessings spilling from lips out of divine pleasure. You held onto his forearms, nails softly scratching there.

The chanting of his name wasn't enough. Your eyes never left each other, feelings shared by iris and blown pupils, little frowns and twitches, mouth agape. Full trust in gazes that made it more than just pleasure. It was abandonment. Kneeling and serving each other as a pledge of something far more than just affection.

He pulled you closer to the edge of the desk, giving his thrust better access to you while he could lean down to bite and kiss your neck. Your arms around his back, hands and claws left pretty red fiery marks. You couldn't contain your voice anymore, if the boys were outside then damned my they be. After all, it was only the consequences of their actions, their little plan. And fuck were you glad of that little plan.

His bit down on a sensitive spots where your pulse vibrated, making your arch your back and your plush walls pulse around him. It brought you to the edge as he sucked little marks on your skin.

"S..imon…" you moaned.

He raised his head, forehead on your as he kept his pace, only changing angle to better hit your little spot. You were trembling your orgasm ready to wash over you. His own thrusts faltered, his groans louder. You kissed him, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist. He only separated for a second to breathe. A little second where he growled against your lips, sending you into a blinding orgasm.

"Mine"

Ears ringing and cheeks tingling you let out the most pornographic moan you've ever heard echoing from your throat. It sent him over the edge, two powerful thrust making pulse and twitch as he filled your womb with his warm seed.

Both panting, you remained like this, holding each other.

"Simon…" you whined through heavy breaths.

"Yes baby?"

"Does… this mean…" you tried.

"That you're mine? That I'm yours? That I'm never leaving you out of my sight ever again? Absolutely."

You smiled against his lips, a little tired chuckle escaping past yours. Your phones vibrated, a little sound that brought you both back to reality. He grinned, dropping a kiss to your lips before straightening himself and slowly pulling out. You gasped as he groaned, his fingers immediately reaching to push back his cum inside making you blush. He grabbed his phone checking the messages while bringing your leg to his shoulder so he could drop kisses on it.

"Price is reminding us that it's training time and that we're late…" he chuckled.

"Oh!" You remembered.

He smirked.

"Come on love let's go then."

"B..but! Simon! I'm…" you blushed again.

"Full of my cum?" He teased. "Guess you'll have to handle it until training is over" he winked with a devilish grin.

Damn that man.

During the training session, Gaia could feel and probably smell it. She kept nudging your stomach, making you incredibly embarrassed in front of the team, while Riley looked proudly at his trainer as if he was congratulating him. He was probably seeing it as if Simon had claimed you and bred you which only made you blush even more. Simon was gloating over himself in a silent proud stance as you tried your best to ignore the wetness in between your thighs.

#fanfics #fanfiction #fanfic #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost cod #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley smut #cod fantasy AU

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novasintheroom · 7 months

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Hello! Could you write about Vash and Wolfwood reacting to a shy/timid reader?

Thank you for this ask! I hope I did justice to what you had in mind! <3

I think Vash would see it as a sort of novelty to come across you – quiet and timid, shy to a painful degree. Most people he meets are brazen; gruff. To come across someone so…soft, is a treat in his long life.

He may not realize how loud he is at first. And even if he isn’t loud, he certainly catches quite a bit of attention. He’ll realize quickly, though, that this sort of attention is not something you enjoy. So he’ll do his best to quiet down and stave off any unwanted attention. He wants to talk with you, to see how someone remains so soft and shy in such a harsh world and survives.

If it has something to do with your living situation, you bet Vash will do his best to right it in some way. Maybe he’ll even offer for you to join him to the next town – see if you can start a new life there! If it’s just your personality though, Vash will see a strength in you that others often look over. It takes a lot of guts to remain soft and not crowd the world with your noise. He’ll have a great respect for you by the time you two part ways.

If you two decide to stick together, however, Vash may try to take over talking for you at first. He just doesn’t want anyone to walk all over you! You’ll have to grow into something a little more sturdy to adventure with Vash, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be quiet and strong at the same time. Quite the contrary. Vash often seeks you out for advice, as you often notice things others don’t. He will appreciate any look into your inner worlds, as they are vast and deep if he just has the patience to be let in.

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Wolfwood would be a little jerk about it at first. He’d probably call you something like “Squeaky” for how timid your voice comes out or how you squeak anytime he looks at you. You remind him of some of the younger kids he was with in the orphanage – the ones who look lost and alone no matter how many kids are around. When he makes that connection, he turns into Big Brother™ and takes you under his wing.

Wolfwood would still tease you a bit, but it’s out of love and concern. If he keeps teasing you, you might actually grow some teeth and bite back one of these times. That would be a relief in his eyes, because he hates the thought of someone bigger than you coming along to rough you up. If you’re sticking with him and the gang, you’ll need to grow a backbone. Don’t worry, he knows it takes time. It’s a hard shell to crack! But with his help and jokes, you’ll be toe-to-toe with the best of them.

The longer you stick together, the more he seeks you out for company. Wolfwood may be able to keep up with Vash’s rowdiness and Meryl and Millie’s antics, but at the end of the day, he just wants to relax and have a smoke. You provide a warmth like that of dying embers on a perfect night. Your quietness turns more comfortable than awkward, as you settle into the routine of finding a secluded place to just sit and watch the sunset together. It can’t last forever – there are people to save and a Stampede to follow, after all – but it’s tradition. It’s sacred. It’s only between you two. He’ll protect you ‘til you’re ready to fight for yourself.

Even then, he’ll still call you ‘Squeaky.’

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #tristamp #writing #self insert #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #reader insert #nova writes #wolfwood x reader #ww x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #anonymous #nova answers #anonymous ask

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sparrowrye · 2 months

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 17

Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

Previous part

Part 17: now what?

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"Holy Hell toots, you kissed the big scary Radio Demon?" Angel came bursting through the healer's front door.

I casted wind to slam it shut behind him and made myself bigger with my wings extended. "How the hell do you know?"

"I overheard Alastor and Husker arguing," he answered, slightly taken aback at my display.

I turned away from the white and pink Demon and ran my claws along my head, the tips clicking against my horns. Vivian was at my side with a hand on my back. She, Vilcin, and Althea had just managed to coax the same revelation out of me before Angel came in.

"Is this a bad thing?" he asked.

"Yes it's a bad thing!" I spun to face him again. "I got manipulated! I fell for it. I fell for his stupid trick. And I knew what he was doing and fell for it anyways."

"How do you know it was a trick?" He held his hands up in mock surrender. "I mean, maybe he was actually serious."

"Because I saw his memory." I sat in one of the soft chairs and dropped my head in my hands. "I saw him talking to Rosie about how our connection was getting stronger. And how if it was strong enough then I could control my magic and he could feed off it."

"Oh."

There was a moment of silence. I then stood up and paced in a circle at wicked speed. "I'm so angry! At him and at myself." I let out a struggled noise and pulled at my hair. "I thought I was getting better!"

"Was that the only memory you saw?" Althea asked. My trio of friends stood near each other still, unsure of how to help me. "Perhaps that was a memory that happened awhile back. Maybe he has had a change of heart since then."

"He's the fucking Radio Demon. He's not capable of loving anyone." I knew I spoke lies as soon as it had come out. I went silent and fell into the chair again. He loved his mother and sister dearly. Maybe after so many years of living without them, he had forgotten how to love someone.

"Hey." Althea knelt beside me, a gentle hand on my leg. Her green hair was a stark contrast with the dark flooring; it naturally drew my eyes to her. "Maybe anyone can learn. Even him."

"You learned how to love Reagan," Vivian chipped in. Her lamb ears swayed as she moved to kneel on the other side of me. "You were a brutal ring fighter. But now you love and dote on all the children."

"Maybe you should look further in his memories," Althea suggested, "see if there's any other conversations. Feel what he's feeling. It's the least he can let you do."

"I don't know."

There was a long moment of silence.

"So what'd it feel like?" Angel asked.

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"This woman doesn't know how to stay off my nerves." Alastor rubbed his aching forehead. After my disappearance into the haven, he paid Rosie another visit.

"Love isn't trifling," she answered. "I must say though, I'm not sure why she's different than your other female acquaintances. You've never not hit it off with a lady before."

"She's not your typical woman, I suppose." He leaned his chin on the back of his hand and stared off at the window. "Her attitude has always been a problem. Perhaps it comes from her experience."

"She was a caged animal for most of her life," Rosie agreed, taking a sip of the hot tea she made. Alastor had yet to touch his.

"I have done what I can to show I enjoy her company. Why does she not believe me?"

"You two didn't have the greatest of relationships at first," she pointed out, "Not to mention everything she had to deal with when it came to mind magic and her curse."

"Yet our relationship has changed significantly in the past year. It's...annoying," he lifted a single claw from the armchair, "that she rejected my advance when she herself wasn't showing signs of distaste." He paused, eyes flickering up to Rosie's briefly before looking back at the window. "Perhaps my performance was lacking."

Rosie let out a laugh, causing him to pin his ears back in a growl. "Oh goodness, Alastor, I don't think that's the case. If it makes you feel any better, it doesn't seem like she has much experience in that field either."

It did make him feel slightly better. "I'm unsure how to move forward from here."

"She likes honesty." Rosie calmed her laughing and, putting her cup down, walked over to Alastor's chair. "Perhaps it's time you let her into that green mind of yours," she gently poked the side of his head and he leaned away. "Let her see how you truly feel."

He sank further into the chair. "This is stupid."

"This is love, darling."

"Surely this isn't how things typically go."

"You two aren't very typical, nor is your situation."

He tapped his claws. "Blast this woman," he mumbled.

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By the time my cravings came back, I wasn't ready to deal with Alastor just yet. I had spent two days in Althea's healer hut just to avoid him. On the second day the cravings hit hard and I was curled in a ball for most of the day. Our deal had ensured that I wouldn't be able to live without his blood, without him. I had been tricked again.

Veins squeezing painfully tight, I trudged up the hill to the house. I felt his presence long before I touched the door and slammed it shut.

"Alastor!" I yelled for him. He manifested in the living room a moment later.

"You called." He wore his usual wicked smile.

"I'm still angry at you but the cravings came back," I stated, immediately getting down to business. I had a hand on my chest, nails digging painfully into my skin.

"I understand, darling." He leaned his cane against the fireplace and rolled up his jacket sleeve and the one underneath it. How many layers did he need? "Do accept my apology on the matter."

"Not yet." I buried the fear that was threatening to choke me as I crossed the room.

"I understand." He nodded, offering his exposed arm. He was being uncharacteristically cooperative, but maybe he was trying to make amends. My mouth began to water at the prospect of his sweet blood.

I slowly grabbed his wrist and summoned all the anger I could to bite down harshly. He let out a grunt as my teeth pierced his skin. His black blood soothed the itching in my throat and my veins slowly stopped seizing. My anger died as my body relaxed.

He grabbed my opposite shoulder and pulled so my back was against his chest. My teeth were still in his skin as he pressed that arm harder into my mouth, effectively pinning my head against him. His other arm was around my torso so my claws couldn't reach up to do any damage. I tried yelling but my jaw remained locked in place.

"Now that you're silent, it is my turn to speak." His voice was light but firm. "I understand you are angry with me because you believe I am manipulating you. To a degree, you were correct." I bit down harder and it caused him to wince. "But I understand now that I was merely fooling myself. I greatly enjoyed dancing with you that night. I find myself wanting to be around you all the time. And it infuriates me that Lucifer has permission to look through your mind while I am not allowed to do more than touch you. Even that one is debatable."

Without warning, his presence wrapped around mine and pulled me in his mind. Memories popped up in front of me. Memories of him watching me, close or from afar. I could see myself watching the children on the shore, tending to a crying child, talking with my friends, and reading by the fire after our afternoon sessions.

He also showed his actions that I never saw. Actions like soothing a nightmare after the soul shadow incident or attempting to touch my shoulder or back, but retracting it a second later. I saw the night we danced and felt a strange mix of nervousness and comfort. He looked briefly at my lips right before we kissed.

I blinked back to the dim living room. I had long stopped drinking his blood and now spit and blood were dripping off my chin.

"I am quite infatuated by you. I have grown accustomed to your presence, and dare I say I am not sure how to live comfortably without it. You send a thrill up my spine." He used magic to send warmth up my back as a visual. "I ask that you believe me when I say I want to be closer with you."

The confession left me dumbfounded. Everything was still and the only sound came from my breath on his skin. I could feel his chest rise and fall on the backside of my head. Did he always breathe that fast?

Eventually, I tugged my arm out and he finally released me. I took my teeth out of his skin and turned to face him. He grimaced at the sight of his spit covered arm and used magic to clean it up. I did the same with my chin.

"I don't know how to feel," I admitted, his ears quirked back. "I just...I don't..." I rubbed my arm and watched one of my foot claws scratch the carpet. Poor Niffty was always fixing the holes I was putting in it.

He bowed low like the night we danced. "Then I will allow you the time and space to think." His shadow melted with him and he slipped back up to his room. The room felt colder.

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Author's Note:

Nooooo, but I want him to be closer not further away

#demi demon #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #soulmate au #soulmates #hazbin hotel #reqs open

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beartes22 · 2 months

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Jason Todd Imcorrect quotes (2/??)

Continuation of this post . Probably 2/2 until like, the next four years or sth

Angsty quotes I probably will add in some fic somewhen. They are also for adoption, they have no home yet. I am just very salty about this.

Bruce: we don’t kill, Jason!

Jason: why? Why can’t we? Why is this your line in the sand when there is no other fucking line you won’t cross!

Bruce: because if we do it we will be just as bad as them!

Jason: Bruce you sanctimonious fuck, I don’t want to be better! I just want to be safe!

Dick: why can’t you understand? We don’t kill! we can’t be judge, jury and executioner!

Jason: why not? We certainly don’t have judges or juries here!

Dick: just because the system is corrupt-

Jason: when I was murdered, where was my judgment? When did the judge pass the sentence, when did the jury declare him innocent? When was the dead penalty discarded?

Dick: …you know why Jason Todd could not have a public judgement

Jason: then what was it, was it private and you decided to leave my death unpunished or is he awaiting my judgement?

Dick: oh little wing-

Jason: my anger and my rage are not unjustified. They are just inconvenient for Batman’s crusade. Fuck you and your righteous fucking convenience.

Tim: you don’t understand! Bruce was broken after you died and Batman needs a robin!

Jason: I did not die. I was murdered.

Tim: I know. Bruce never got over failing to save you

Jason: why is his grief more important than my pain? Why must his needs overcome mine?

Tim: …he’s Batman

Jason: I see. so he’s not replaceable. But his robins aparently are.

Tim: no! That’s not-

Jason: better tread carefully then, replacement.

Bruce: you killed a man. You broke my rules!

Jason: and I will do it again. What will you do about it, then, big man, throw me to your justice?

Bruce: I will take you in like the rest of the criminals in this city

Jason: it will not stick. Thanks to your methods, I am a dead boy that doesn’t exist. I cannot be thrown in jail.

Bruce: you think I can’t put you under a fake Id?

Jason: you will go the extra mile to hurt me, but not for those that hurt me. Father of the year.

Now the less angsty ones. To break off with a laugh or sth

Goon 1: boss, we have a problem.

Red hood: *sighs deeply* what is it now, Fred?

Goon 1: …you know my name? There has been…a confusion in one of the orders, boss

Red hood: oh?

Goon 2: it appears someone mislabeled the… um, SEAL-quality equipment for-

*LOUD BRAYING CAN BE HEARD*

red hood: …how many live seals are in Gotham right now, Ricky

Goon 2: that;s um. a lot. Sir.

Goon 1: I think over twenty, boss

Red hood: and what am I supposed to do with 20 fucking seals?

Goon 2: I-i think they are actually an endangered species? So, so maybe you can, like, open a-

Red hood: no. No. I refuse. No. I will not end up my crime lord days to build an animal reserve. No.

Goon 1: we could also kill them sir. Their fur is expensive and crime alley could always stand to have more food

Red hood: we are not doing that.

Goon 2: I mean, we have done worse things for less money boss

Red hood: you want your ankles to be bitten to death by an angry toddler? Because this is how you get an angry toddler bit your ankles to death with his swords. Two of them.

Goon 1: is…is that a new rogue, boss?

Red hood: worse. Excuse me I gotta make a call

Red hood, on the phone: hey, baby demon, I got sth for you- what no, it’s not from Talía- shut up I do nice things for you on my own- oh fuck you habibi -you would be the bigger disappointment but you aren’t tall enough -oh? Did the baby get angry? Did the baby want a time out?- wait no, don’t pass the phone you co- yes. Hi B. No. Fuck you. No. Asshole. I’m hanging up.

The goons: …

Red hood: *picks up phone yet again* dickhead if you hang on me I swear to god I will haunt you-oh, sorry. Is dick there? Pass him the phone, please, it’s important. *a beat* dick, why did that random man pick up your phone- midnighter? And I thought I had the daddy issues. No wait! I have over 20 seals and I have to get rid of them- stop laughing you asshole!! *hangs up furiously*

Red hood: *turns to the goons* tomorrow the someone will come to pick up the seals. Probably an Atlantean. ETA 8 PM. Be ready or else *leaves*

Goons: …

Goon 1: I thought I knew how phone calls worked but apparently I don’t.

Goon 2: …me neither.

#jason todd #dc batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #incorrect quotes

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prismuffin · 11 months

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kid flash and winged m reader getting together finally?

Honestly cute asf I love the fact that winged reader keeps getting requested😭 anyways-

This is a bit long overdue huh? I mean let’s be honest most of the team saw it coming from miles away. From the night you took him out flying your relationship has only gotten better and better. Wally definitely fell first, and wasn’t exactly subtle about his growing crush either. You brushed it off though, he’d always seemed to be focused on you because of your wings so a little more attention wasn’t too weird, it was very distracting though. In fact his entire being was distracting to you, his cute little laughs and way he hums when petting your wings sometimes it started to become overwhelming for you for some reason and that’s when you realized you’d fallen too. The mutual pining was driving everyone else insane, just get together please! Whenever he was near you you’d think about confessing but something would either stop you beforehand or you’d simply chicken out.

One night however, Wally had walked into the locker room in the compound, you sat there plucking your feathered wings. A wave of deja vu hitting you as Wally picked up one of your discarded feathers, then another, and another. He was cleaning them up for you before you were even done, almost a stark contrast to when you’d first found yourself in a situation like this, where he refused to clean up your feathers unless he was getting wing time in return. Though as he sat beside you and placed the feathers down to play with your already plucked wing you guess in a way it’s still the same. “Ya know you could help me with the other one so I can finish this faster.” You suggested and he hummed, “maybe, I don’t know how to do it though.” “Just feel through, if you find any loose feathers just pluck them out,” he winced at the instructions and you chuckled “don’t worry it doesn’t hurt me.” he smiled, glad that it wouldn’t cause you any harm before situating himself by your other wing. As he began to pluck through your wing your hand dropped subconsciously and you hummed. You sat in silence for a few seconds, mind racing as you wondered if you should finally tell him about your recent growth in feelings towards him. You both were finally alone after all it’s not like anyone could interrupt this time. “Hey-” “Can we talk-“ you’d both spoken at the same time and you cringed at the awkward laugh that escaped you both simultaneously. “You can go first,” he mused and you could hear the smile in his voice. Taking a deep breath, you collected your thoughts as best you could, your heart racing as you began to speak. “I guess I just wanted to tell you,” you sighed, “I like you.” You decided to be blunt, you know if you tried to drag this out that you’d only stutter and mess up everything. You felt his hands stop combing through your wing, “like, like-like me or…?” You rolled your eyes, turning slightly to face him, your wing was pulled away from his hands though they didn’t drop. “No shit.” He stared for a second before a smile slowly started to break out on his face. He practically pounced on you and you both fell back into the previously placed pile of feathers. He giggled as you groaned, wrapped his arms around your waist on the floor. “I’m guessing this means you like me too?” “Yeahhh I guess you could say that.” He shrugged and you scoffed which only caused him to giggle. You couldn’t help but smile at the sound, looking down at him your eyes met and time seemed to slow as feathers still fell around you both. He sat up slightly, crawling over you before sloppily leaning in to kiss you. You chuckled before kissing back, using one of your hand to cup his face, your thumb caressing the skin of his cheek. He practically melted at the feeling before pulling back. “This makes us boyfriends now right?” Wally asked, his previous smile being even bigger than before. You nodded and he excitedly cheered, crushing you into a hug again.

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scenteddreamtraveler · 21 days

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(I decided to do a Yandere Headcanon for another one of my favorite Godzilla's)

Legendary Godzilla or Godzilla as a Yandere would be Possessive, Controlling, Obsessive, Toxic, and Manipulative

Whenever Godzilla develops his feelings for you, whether it's at first sight or one day, I can see him immediately pursuing you. He might hold off for a little just to get to know you a little bit, well if he doesn't already know you, in which case he'll immediately pursue you.

Godzilla is rather possessive of you, he doesn't like anyone near his Queen/King and especially hates when their attention is taken away from him, if they aren't near him, oh my god his mood becomes even more grumpier and snappy. Heck even looking at him wrong earns a glare, trying to talk to him will earn you a forced grunt or a Yes? Once they return to him, he becomes calmer and not as mean, well not to his mate anyway, when you try to leave I can see him coming up with an excuse for you not to go or come with you if you have to leave to do something.

Godzilla is incredibly controlling with you, he knows best after all, so why not listen to him? If you do things he doesn't like or separates you from him, he'll try and get you to stop it. Regardless if it makes you happy or not. Like going out flying? Nah, go swimming with him or for a walk? Want to stretch your wings and fly? Fine do it in the general vicinity, want to go see your family? No, he doesn't like them. His word is his law, literally, so he believes you should listen to him.

Obsessive, okay he's obsessed with you, now before you're together, he doesn't show it that much when you are, oh boy. Godzilla constantly is near you and acting clingy, he might even steal a small piece of you, nothing bad, maybe some fur, or a piece of a horn, or something else or whatever. He can't get you out of his mind, he has to have you, he has to have you, he has to have you, he has to have you.

Toxic, now your relationship is far from perfect, well, on your side anyway to Godzilla, it's fine, so what he isolated you from your family and friends? Or he's clingy? That's how he shows his love.

He's manipulative, he'll manipulate you to see him as the only titan you can trust and your view on others. So let's say a titan is too close to you? Yeah, he'll manipulate you into thinking they're bad, maybe he'll bring up their past if it's bad of course, or he'll destroy their reputation, and if that doesn't work Godzilla will just kill them, yeah he isn't above killing others.

Day-to-day life is fine, as long as you don't fight it. Besides being glued to the hip to him, anything that he finds fine, he'll let you do, maybe even join in. Godzilla can be affectionate, such as licking you, nuzzling you, and holding you, regardless if you are bigger or smaller than him, and if you're smaller expect him to carry you around. He'll be stocial around you but be a little soft around you, kinda like how his mood changed when he saw Mothra in GxK.

Now if you try to bring up any issues in your relationship, yeah he's going to gaslight you, "What, nothing is wrong" "(Reader) are you okay? You're acting weird" "Must be an issue on your end" he absolutely refuses that there's anything wrong, which makes him a little delusional, but he's very aware of what he's doing.

The only titan that can be near you other than him is Mothra, he cares for her like a sister so he’ll be willing to keep you near her. But any other titan, Godzilla will either tell them to back off or, well, he killed for less.

You try to break him with him.....yeah he'll gaslight and emotionally manipulate you. He would try and convince you to stop or say you don't know what you're doing. It'll hurt his ego a little that you want to leave him, so yeah. Now what separates him from Final Wars is he won't yell at you, he might raise his voice at you, but won’t full-on yell at you. When he gets close to yelling he’ll probably fire his atomic breath into the air as a way to burn off steam, which has the unintentional side effect of scaring you, which he doesn't do on purpose but…he won't complain.

You leave? Yeah, you're not getting far if at all. Godzilla will commend the Titans to go find you while he goes into a rage, think of how he was in GxK. He’ll kill any titan that gets in his way of finding you. When Godzilla does find you, he’ll be relieved and chastise you kinda like a child. You better believe after a stunt like that you won't be allowed away from him, for a long, long time, but lets say you keep it up? Yeah, he may, oh I don't know, break a leg or wing, nothing too bad….

Well, hey, you shouldn't have run away in the first place, why can't you listen? A king knows best after all.

(Happy 10th anniversary for the Monsterverse and shut up I know I'm a day late)

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stonertora · 1 year

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Hawks with a dragon hybrid s/o

minors dni! NSFW

warnings: creampies, anal, pp in v, bloodkink (ig?), squirting, choking, spit

Fluff:

i feel like his favorite bodypart would be your wings, simply because they are way bigger than his own, at least twice his size

your wings would be made of skin, he loves touching them, they're so soft and warm

he also loves stroking your horns, they’re so colorful and match your tail

speaking of your tail, he loves it when you two cuddle and you wrap your strong tail around his waist or leg, it makes his feel safe, he’s used to make others feel safe, so it was new to him to be the one feeling safe

he just thinks you look so cute but majestic at the same time, he’d treat you like the goddess you are

would definitely show you off to everyone

your eyes have the key to his heart fr, man was totally flabbergasted when he first looked at them, feeling completely lost and devoured to you

he loves watching you eat or laugh, tbh everything you do that shows your fangs, which have a weird influence on him, but in a good way,man’s totally obsessed with them

NSFW:

usually you’re the dominant, at least in your past realationships, he’d be the only one to dom you, for sure

the first times having sex with him were weird to you, being the submissive one was completely new and unknown to you, you definitely needed some time to get used to that

but you learned to completely trust him after some time, but that didn’t mean that you would make it easy for him tho 😏

jokes on him, he absolutely loves it when you ride him and choke him tho. it drives him insane, letting you have control of his breathing, his life at the very moment

he’s also so in love with your lil plump ass, you can’t get away without 2 spankings a day, at least. he mostly likes it covered in his cum

he’s always down to fuck your tight lil asshole tho. Man’s not horny rn? jus turn around and shake your cute lil ass for him, and he’s ready to to

don’t you dare tease this bird man though, he will 100% pin you down the same moment and will happily put a dildo in you pussy, a butt plug in your lil hole and a vibrator on your clit. he won’t fuck you tho. he’ll tie you up to your shared bed and leave you there for hours, and prolly watch tv while he eats sum nuggets he got from kfc later that evening

being a dragon hybrid you also have something similar to his mating season, but it’s more about fucking than love , at least it’s also about spring time. when this time comes, you two always take at least two to three weeks off work

he’s a whore for your wet cunt, he’d always tell you about how ,,it’s just made for me” or how it’s like ,,your cunt is shaped for my cock”, he’s also cumming in you a lot, cause it feels like you’re closer to each other, or maybe just because you look just so pretty, face all red from crying, his big cock fully inside your throbbing pussy, clit all swollen from the circles he rubbed in 10 mins earlier, his cum dripping out of your stretched out hole, ruining the sheets

you’re a whore for his neck kiss sessions, soft lips caressing the flesh of your soft skin, short little moans leaving your throat, just so desperate for him, hoping for him to cover your soft flesh in purple love bites for everyone else to see ❤️

once he bit down you neck a little too hard, making you bleed, he felt so bad and kept apologizing for hurting his princess, but at the same time it made his blood flush to his cock, he was ashamed about it at first, who would like seeing his s/o hurt or even bleed? jokes on you, it’s him, he does. it drives him crazy seeing how the thick red liquid matches with your pale skin, he can’t explain it

let’s not forget about that he has to work a lot, due being the number 2 pro hero of Japan, so when you get home all stressed about work and he’s not able to just fuck you, he’s always more than happy to help you realax. just sit on his face, and don't you worry about your weight, he would die a happy death, if he would suffocate between your thic thighs. he just wants to please his princess

one time he wouldn't stop fingering you, even tho you told him that you actually had to pee. long story short, you couldn't handle another orgasm and started squirting. the sheets getting covered in hot liquid, you were so embarrassed, Keigo on the other side, just unlocked a new kink.

he loves to spit in your mouth, your pussy or on your tits or stomach, but mainly in your mouth or pussy, it’s something that shows how intimate you allow him to be with you, how much you trust him

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ok but!! ive been reading some fw theories in the subreddit, and one that has a lot of diff opinions on is whether liam has a second signet or if he was wielding ice in that scene, especially since deigh’s name means ice. what are your thoughts, do you think it was just a mistake?? and what about liam in your universe?

[insert that clip of Cardi B going: “I’m glad you brung it up because I’ve been dying to talk about this for a minute”]

FOURTH WING AND IRON FLAME SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT. this ramble is not going to be proofread, nor supported with textual evidence, because I have a migraine. but if anyone wants to jump in with page numbers and quotes or things I missed / got wrong, please feel free!

in short: I think it’s possible that Liam did have a second signet.

first, my only hangup on this theory: what are the odds of two riders in the same squad, in the same year, having the same signet (Ridoc and Liam)? I know some signets are more rare than others, but that’s still a very slim chance when there’s 20+ signets out there that we know of, and RY will probably come up with more (fr, I need to know what Garrick and Aaric's signets are. I hope they're something unique, that we haven't seen yet.) but here are a few arguments in favor of two-signet Liam:

one: I don’t think it was just “RY putting the wrong name”.

Ridoc wasn’t there at Resson, so RY would have to have confused the two boys entirely for it to be a mistake. besides them both being perfect little bbs and adoring fans of Violet, they’re not alike in appearance, dragon color, nor backstory -- what is Ridoc’s deal? like why did he want to become a rider? I need to know for my next gfverse chapter 😭 and the mistake would also have to slip past multiple rounds of editors and proofreaders as well, which is possible, but not probable. and was Ridoc's signet even confirmed at that time? maybe this is me forgetting things, because ADHD, and it’s been a while since I’ve read FW in full, but the first time I remember hearing about Ridoc’s signet is in Iron Flame — when they’re at RSC and he’s like “I could force the locks open with ice”. that confused me at the time because I didn’t know about (or remember) his signet. and then it really clicked for me later, when he makes an ice pack for poor Brennan after Mira decks him lmao. is it mentioned earlier than that? when I search “ice” in my FW ebook it shows me every instance of “voice” and "nice" and “office” etc., too, and I'm not scrolling through all that 🙄 and neither of the reference sites I like to use have a page number listed for him getting his signet or the first time it’s mentioned. as another aside: look how gorgeous Ridoc is here. smash. EDIT TO ADD: it is mentioned in Fourth Wing, in one line on page 289 (as identified by @hockeyspiral23 - thank you!) but he doesn't actually use it. no wonder my adhd brain forgot about it when there were bigger issues at hand lol they also pointed out that it could still have been a mistake, if RY meant to have it be another one of the barely-mentioned marked riders who aren't part of the main gang, as ice-wielding is "a common signet" (FW p. 289), and there were a few students we never really met apart from Resson (including Masen and Soleil. RIP.) so it could have been one of them. another possible explanation that I just came up with for the mistake category -- unreliable narrator? the events of that day were incredibly distressing for Vi, and she literally gets poisoned and loses consciousness and doesn't wake up for three days (following the theory that FW and IF are her diary, written in an ancient language and translated by Jesinia later) so it could have been a blur / hard to remember and VIOLET could have gotten it wrong. If I were RY, and it was a genuine mistake, this is the explanation I would give lmao

two: Deigh meaning ice is another tally in the “not a mistake” column.

RY likes to have the dragons' names refer to their current rider's signets. (Tairn = thunder, Aimsir = weather...) but not all of them match (Tiene = fire, I think, and Mira makes shields.) Liam and the ice is only mentioned once, at Resson, but there are many characters who we don't see getting their signet -- really just Vi's sex-induced lightning, and a mention of Sawyer nearly killing someone in a swordfight on accident. and Sloane's siphoning, too. okay, maybe this isn't a great point. but I still want to hear how they figured these things out! especially Bodhi. and Xaden's second one. poor thing couldn't tell anyone, even his best friend, and had to figure out how to manage it entirely on his own (he had Sgaeyl, but that's it.) and maybe Liam didn’t realize he had the ice until Resson, and just started slinging icicles at the wyvern once he figured out that he could. though that's kinda unlikely, I guess, since he would have channeled in November or December and Resson wasn't until July... hm.

three: Deigh could have been the dragon of Liam's relative, giving him a second signet like Xaden has with Sgaeyl.

it’s my understanding that Liam, like all the marked ones (except my addition of Darling and her little sibs) were military kids, and his mom is mentioned in IF as being the one to weave the protection runes, which I believe requires a level of magic that only a rider would have. so he has at least one relative who was a rider, and therefore probably more. ngl, at first I thought it was mad suspicious that his parents were executed separately from everyone else’s, but then we didn’t meet them in Aretia, so I guess they really are dead. but how mf heartbreaking would it be if they were alive -- and the first time they see their son in a whole year of him being gone at Basgiath, it’s Xaden carrying his body into the fortress 😭 and Vi and X crying and apologizing to Mama Mairi for not being able to save him… I’M SO SORRY. IT JUST CAME TO ME, AND I HAD TO WRITE IT DOWN. if any FW writer wants to write that AU, go for it. we could all use another good cry. there seems to be a trend of the dragons who had Tyrrish riders purposely (and "illegally") bonding the descendants of their previous riders. - Xaden has a second signet from Sgaeyl as his grandfather was one of her former riders, allegedly, but he "didn't make it out of the quadrant"? so he had a kid (Fen, Xaden's dad?) before graduating? is that why Xaden mentions that his dad hated dragon riders in one of his letters to Vi? - and then I believe Imogen has the dragon of a relative, but not a direct relative, so she doesn't have a second signet, but the one she does have is just really strong? I feel like they glossed over that a little too quickly, and it remains unclear to me how that whole thing works. - and now maybe Liam, too?

I might tack more stuff on below as it comes to me, or RB with commentary, but I think that's all I've got for now.

but regardless of if it was a mistake or not, I’m not planning on putting it in Liam and Spark’s story — just his farsight, which is confirmed multiple times. if Spark believed in the gods, she’d thank them for not giving him something as destructive and deadly as her water, but Li’s still gonna have some issues with it, because I feel the need to project my issues onto my fave characters, and everyone loves some mild hurt/comfort that’s resolved with cuddles and a nap, right? 🥰

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echo-goes-mmm · 4 months

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Moonflower #9

Masterpost

Warnings: mild disordered eating

Only a few hours into the night, Kit woke up hungry.

He had noticed that humans ate less than fae, but he’d gotten used to nothing at all. He thought he could manage on a light diet, but Kit had not seen luck for over a year.

He got out of bed, picking up his discarded clothes.

Mistress had said he could eat when he needed to, and Kit’s stomach felt empty and demanding.

He didn’t want to wake anyone. Kit was lower than a servant; he had no right to ask anything of the staff. And they might talk.

Kit stepped out into the hall.

Sir Maxus and a lady knight stood outside Iris’s door, dressed in leather armor.

“Where’re you going?” asked Maxus.

Kit hesitated. “The kitchen,” he admitted.

“I’ll walk you over.”

The silence was uneasy and awkward.

Kit at least knew that Brennan:

1. Didn’t trust or like him

And

2. Was very loyal to Iris

He didn’t know anything about Maxus, who was only behind Brennan in how often he was assigned to the queen.

“So…” said Maxus, “do fae have knights too?”

“I suppose. It’s not exactly the same duties, but the Prince has knights.”

“Prince? No king or queen?”

Kit shrugged. “Not for a long time.”

“Oh.”

The torches on the wall sconces danced, casting warm light out into the hall. The castle was quiet and still, and Kit looked out the windows to see the stars.

The kitchen was just as silent, and Maxus leaned against a counter, watching.

Kit rifled through the storage. He found a cut of meat, wrapped up and fresh, and it made his mouth water. It was just one of many similar cuts, and they wouldn’t miss it, right?

There were berries in a jar, and the best find was a covered pitcher of heavy cream chilled in the dairy.

Kit poured some cream into a ceramic cup before putting the pitcher back.

He didn’t bother with cooking, or finding cutlery, instead tearing off strips of meat and eating it raw.

He savored each bite. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine that he was eating after a hunt, in peace. At home.

But Maxus’s presence ruined the illusion.

Kit shook out the berries into the palm of his hand, and he ate the whole pint.

He slowly sipped at the cream, until it was gone.

Kit wiped the juices of the meat off the marble counter, and washed the cup and jar as best as he could.

Maxus walked him back to the royal wing without comment.

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Iris didn’t say anything in the morning. He half expected Sir Brennan to confront him, but it seemed Maxus didn’t report his midnight meal.

Kit decided not to mention it to his Mistress. She had given him permission to eat, after all. Plus, Iris was so busy with other things and thoughts; she didn’t need more to worry about.

Especially something unusual that could cause gossip.

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The next night, he woke up hungry again.

Maybe it was a good sign that his appetite was returning in full swing. He didn’t even get dizzy in the kitchen the night before.

Maxus and the lady knight were stationed in the hall again.

Sir Maxus walked Kit to the kitchen.

“Aren’t you eating enough during the day?” he asked as Kit tucked into a loaf of bread, cheese, and more delicious cream.

Kit put down the cup.

“I- I mean, I’m not judging or anything, I’m just wondering. You look really hungry.”

Kit looked away, fidgeting.

“Is the appetite a fae thing?” Maxus asked gently. “You guys eat more than we do?”

Kit nodded, his ears turning pink. He didn’t want to say it out loud. He was a foreigner, and even though mortals were just as strange to him as he was to them, it was unwise to draw attention.

He was at their mercy, after all. He was a slave.

“Maybe you should talk to Christine? To get bigger portions or something?”

Kit shook his head. He knew Iris’s aunt already judged him for declining wine, and someone had put salt in his food. Either on purpose, or an accident, it didn’t matter. Mortals just did food differently, and he was the outlier.

He imagined the looks he’d get if his plate had twice the amount of the people sitting next to him.

“It would embarrass my Mistress,” he whispered, unwilling to break the serene quiet of the kitchen.

“If you say so,” said Maxus, unconvinced. “Still, just… write Chef a note or something, so she doesn’t wonder about the missing stuff.”

Kit nodded. “Yes, sir.” He could do that.

They walked back after Kit cleaned up, in silence.

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“You’re looking better,” commented Iris the next morning.

“Hm?”

She gestured to his face as she ate her toast.

“You have some color in your cheeks. That’s good, right?”

“Oh. Yes.”

He did feel better. It was small, almost unnoticeable, but he didn’t feel so bad when he got up in the morning. Magic was still out of reach, but it would surely come soon.

Kit picked at the crumbs on his plate. He eyed the small pitcher of cream that came with the coffee pot on the breakfast cart.

Mistress left to do her makeup, and Kit waited until she was out of the room to drink it down.

He snuck a spoonful of sugar, the only thing better than cream, and a thought hit him.

He was keeping secrets, wasn’t he?

Even if it was just the hunger in his belly, it was something he was keeping from Iris.

The deal demanded loyalty. Painfully vague.

What was loyalty to the deal? Could he even stay quiet about this? Would the deal’s magic force him to reveal it?

He wished he was in the position to negotiate when he accepted the terms.

“Ready to go?” asked Mistress.

Kit nodded.

There wasn’t a painful jolt of magic, or a strong compulsion to blurt out his secret, but a warning pricked at the back of his mind.

The deal’s magic had decided it wasn’t betrayal. Probably because he had permission to eat, and Iris hadn’t told him to tell her when he ate.

Still. He was on thin ice.

Kit bit his lip as they passed the royal portraits on the wall.

Maybe he’d tell her. Eventually.

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#if you're wondering: Brennan is day shift and Maxus is night #Not always but usually #when there's a lot going on scheduled in court both of them will show up #and they sometimes switch shifts if something comes up in their personal lives #and they do get days off and vacations #but theyre very much in Iris's inner circle of guards #my writing #whump #slavery whump #moonflower series #fae whumpee #royal caretaker

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the-badger-mole · 1 year

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If It's Not Too Late

"I don't want to be pressured into this." Katara paused outside of Zuko's office when she heard her friend's frustrated tone.

"Don't be silly, Nephew," Iroh chided. "There's no pressure. It's just one evening."

"Right," Zuko scoffed. "One evening to start with. And then the other advisors and nobles hears about it, and then soon they all want just one evening."

"And why should that be a bad thing?" Iroh chortled. "If I was a younger man, I'd be thrilled to be in your position."

"No one's stopping you now. You take my place."

"I would be disappointing a lot of lovely young ladies if I did that." Katara scrunched her nose at that. Young ladies?

"I don't care!" Katara could almost picture Zuko throwing his hands up in frustration. "I'm not going to be paraded around like some...some side of bison-cow."

"Don't think of it that way," Iroh said, trying to calm his nephew. "After all, it's healthy for a young man to have a robust dating life. And if none of these young women turn out to be your future Fire Lady, well...at least you'll have a few pleasant evenings." Katara raised her hand to knock on the door, and the conversation on the other side came to a halt.

"Come in," Zuko called. Katara poked her head in, smiling brightly and pretending she hadn't been eavesdropping.

"Hey, I'm done cataloging for today," she told the two men. "I spoke to Kuoromi about getting some of the bigger items loaded into crates."

"That's wonderful!" Iroh said. "I'm so glad to see so many recovered Southern Tribe artifacts being returned to their rightful home."

"There's so much more than I thought," Katara said. She crossed the room and sat down in Zuko's abandoned chair. She was one of very few people who would have dared claim the Fire Lord's seat, and she threw her legs over the

armrest and leaned her head against the back. "I'm sending back a whole ship-full of stuff, but there's still so much more to sort and catalogue. I may need a few more weeks."

"Take as long as you need," Zuko said waving carelessly. "I like having you around."

"Yeah, well.." Katara cleared her throat and fiddled with the end of her hair. "I like being around. Also," she perked up excitedly. "I found a scroll of Southern style bending!"

"Congratulations!" Zuko said with genuine happiness for her. "I think this calls for a sparring session."

"Give me a couple of days to work out the new stances and you're on," Katara grinned at Zuko.

"I look forward to seeing what you've learned," Iroh said, encouragingly. "Also, I'm glad you're here. I was just trying to talk the Fire Lord into accepting an invitation from a lovely young lady who's interested in him." Katara froze with a smile still on her face.

"O-oh!" she managed to squeak out. "Um...I'm not sure what I can add here. No one's ever accused me of being a wing-woman." She managed to force out an odd, stilted laugh. "I-is there a reason you don't want to go?"

"I don't know her," Zuko said with a huff. "I've seen her maybe twice. I'm pretty sure her parents put her up to it in the first place. I'm not interested in going out with these women who only see me as a way to elevate their family's social standing."

"But, Nephew, if you refuse every girl who asks you on a date, how will you ever get to know any of them?" Iroh countered. "Perhaps you are right, and her parents did encourage her to invite you do dinner, but does it necessarily mean that there is no chance of a deeper connection between you? Master Katara, please, tell him that dating is just a natural part of finding your life partner." Katara could feel her cheeks heat up and she sputtered a bit.

"Well...well...if he doesn't want to go," she said hesitantly. "Maybe he shouldn't. After all, Zuko has the social inclination of recluse spider crab."

"Thanks," Zuko said drily.

"I'm just saying that maybe this isn't the best approach to dating for you," Katara rolled her eyes. "I'm agreeing with you!"

"By making me sound like some anti-social hermit!"

"You said that," Katara sniffed primly. "Not me. Besides, didn't you just break up with Mai? It's not the best idea to jump from relationship to relationship." Iroh cleared his throat to cut in.

"Actually, it's been just over a year since Zuko and Mai broke up," he reminded Katara. "I know one can't rush the healing process, but that seems like a respectable length of time to wait to start dating again. Don't you agree?"

"I-I guess," Katara said hesitantly. After all, it had been almost two years since she'd come to her senses and broke up with Aang, and she had dated casually since. Still, casual dating didn't suit her as much as she thought it would, and it would suit Zuko even less in her opinion. Iroh and Zuko were looking at her expectantly, though. Finally, she shrugged and gave the weak offering of, "It's always good to try new things?"

"Whatever." Zuko rolled his eyes and left the office in a huff.

"Please think about it, at least!" Iroh managed to call after Zuko before the door was unceremoniously shut.

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It took Katara a couple of days between sorting an cataloging Water Tribe artifacts to learn the firsts few Southern style waterbending stances well enough to feel comfortable sparring. Zuko won that session, but Katara had already figured out how to improve her stances.

"Next time, I'm going to wipe the floor with you," she promised Zuko.

"You're on," Zuko said, shooting her a cocky smirk. Katara inhaled sharply and looked away.

"Um...yeah," she said, trying to cover up how awkward she suddenly felt. "Well, how about two days from now? I have meetings all morning tomorrow, and all afternoon is going to be more cataloging."

"I can't." Zuko glanced at her apologetically, and Katara thought she saw a hint of a blush on his cheeks. "I-I have date."

"...what?" Katara felt as if she'd just had a bucket of ice cold water dumped over her head. She plastered a wide smile on as Zuko shifted nervously on his feet.

"Uncle talked me into accepting that invite Lord Ueto's daughter gave me," he explained. "And, well, I guess you two. It's always good to try new things, right?"

"I-I sure did say that, didn't I?" Katara busied herself with a towel and turned her focus to cleaning the sweat off of her arms and shoulders. "Do I know the lucky girl?"

"Lucky," Zuko scoffed. "Sure. And I think you might have met her briefly at the midsummer banquet, but there were a lot of people there. You might not remember. Her name is Sayaka." The name didn't ring any bells with Katara, but she had met a lot of nobles that evening. Each of them prettier than the last. Katara hadn't missed the way everyone in court seemed to eager to introduce Zuko to a daughter, or a niece, or a younger sister that night. It had taken claiming him for a couple of dances for Katara to even have a chance to talk to her friend. He hadn't seemed very interested in any particular girl that evening, but Sayaka, it seemed, hadn't been discouraged by that.

"So, when are you seeing her?" Katara asked.

"In two days," Zuko said almost laughing. "Remember? That's why I have to postpone our rematch."

"Right," Katara ducked her head, hoping Zuko would mistake the sudden redness in her cheeks for exertion. "What's the plan?"

"I thought since she asked me, I'd let her decide," Zuko said. "I think the basic plan is dinner and a play, though. Her family has a box at the Taira Theater."

"That's a little basic, isn't it?" Katara laughed a little.

"I like the theater," Zuko said with a shrug. "Why? What do you like to do on a first date?"

"Something where we can talk," Katara told him. Then she hurried to add, "Me and my date, that is. I like dinner, maybe dancing, if the music isn't too loud. This guy I saw for a bit back home took me on a picnic to see the spirit lights."

"A picnic on ice?" Zuko raised his brow skeptically.

"It was fun!" Katara insisted. Then she paused for a moment. "Well...it would have been fun if he had talked about literally anything but himself and his hunting skills." Zuko let out a bark of laughter.

"That's something I'll keep in mind," he promised. "I hate talking about myself anyway. Any other tips?"

"Tips?"

"It's my first date since Mai," Zuko admitted sheepishly. "I haven't been on a first date in at least five years. Got any advice?" Katara's mind went blank. She was the go to for nearly all of her friends for advice, and she was rarely at a loss for words, but now her mind was blank.

"I-I don't know," she said. "Just...just be your self, I guess?"

"Myself?" Zuko groaned. "No one wants that."

"Why not? She asked you out, didn't she? She must have liked you."

"Or maybe she just liked my crown."

"Zuko," Katara sighed and rolled her eyes. "Of course she asked you out because she likes you." Zuko snorted. "Okay, maybe the fact that you're the Fire Lord had a bit to do with it, but..."

"But?" Zuko prompted.

"Ugh!" Katara threw her head back in exasperation. "There's a lot to like about you! You're smart, you're compassionate, you're a great dancer. Sometimes you're funny. On purpose, even! Just because she might also like that you're the Fire Lord doesn't mean she only likes that you're the Fire Lord." When Katara finished her speech, she found Zuko gaping at her, and immediately the blush was back on her cheeks.

"Sometimes I'm funny?" he repeated after a moment. Katara grinned at him cheekily and sauntered off, leaving Zuko protesting after her.

There was no protocol for taking the Fire Lord on a date. Katara realized after the fact that that must be the reason no one else had dared to ask Zuko out. And as he didn't seem very inclined to approach any woman for a date, it was no wonder that he'd had such a long dry spell after ending things with Mai for good. Still, Sayaka had done what no other had dared to do and made a move on Fire Lord Zuko. Now Katara sat and watched his last minute preparations as he waited for Sayaka to arrive. He was nervous, she could tell.

"The cologne is too much," he muttered mostly to his reflection. Katara thought he smelled nice. In her mind she could see Sayaka leaning into whisper something to Zuko, and lingering to get a whiff of it.

"Maybe you could've gone a bit lighter," she said. Zuko hadn't heard her.

"What did you say?"

"It's fine," Katara said in a louder voice. "It smells good on you. And you look fine. Your hair is fine, your clothes are fine..." And they were. The gold embroidery in the dark red linen shirt played up Zuko's sunkissed skin. He'd let his ear-length dark hair fall messily into his eyes in a way that seemed calculated to invite anyone to push it away from his honey brown eyes. Overall he looked both casual and appropriate for an evening at the theater.

"Just fine?" Zuko frowned at his reflection in the mirror.

"Absolutely fine," Katara repeated with a wistful smile. "Sayaka won't know what hit her." For the next few minutes, Katara did her best to keep Zuko from fussing at his appearance, until she was relieved of duty by the arrival of Iroh to announce that Sayaka had arrived and Zuko's carriage and guard were ready to carry them off on their date. Iroh made himself scarce after the announcement, but Katara decided to walk Zuko down to the main hall.

Sayaka was gorgeous. She was tall and willowy with the same kind of delicate features that had made Mai so attractive, but Sayaka was much more effervescent than Zuko's ex had been. She smiled, bright and friendly, when she saw Zuko. Katara's steps faltered and she let Zuko go on the rest of the way without her.

"Hi, Sayaka," Zuko greeted her. "It's nice to see you."

"Same!" Sayaka said with an enthusiasm that Katara couldn't find any hint of artifice in. She even flashed a friendly smile at Katara, though it was just now occurring to the young waterbender how weird it was for her to walk Zuko out to meet his date.

"I'm just heading to the garden," Katara said by way of explaining her presence to Zuko's date. Zuko shot her a quick questioning glance (Katara rarely went to the public garden), but Sayaka didn't seem to notice.

"I'm glad I got the chance to meet you!" Sayaka said with charming sincerity. "I know how close you and the Fire Lord are, and I was hoping to meet at least one of his friends."

"You can call me Zuko," he said. "It might be awkward to call me Fire Lord all evening." Sayaka agreed with a musical laugh. Katara bit down hard on the inside of her lips. Zuko offered Sayaka his arm and escorted her out to the waiting carriage. Katara watched them leave with her fists clenched at her sides. As they left, Katara took several deep breaths and tried to convince herself that the twisting in her stomach was normal.

Katara didn't go to the garden. After Zuko and Sayaka were gone, she headed back upstairs to Zuko's office. No one stopped her, having been warned that she was to have access to any room in the palace she pleased. Normally Katara wouldn't have gone into Zuko's office without his permission, regardless, but tonight she felt drawn there. His seat smelled like him. There was a hint of the same scent he was wearing that evening, and something that was a bit more...him.

There was no reason for Katara to be so bothered about him going out with Sayaka that evening. After all, she knew that part of his job as Fire Lord was to find a wife and have a family to lead the next generation of the Fire Nation. Still, he was only 21 years old. What was the hurry to marry him off? At the very least, Katara hoped that Zuko wouldn't feel pressured to make a choice about Sayaka after one date. She seemed nice enough, but she wasn't a good fit Zuko. That much was clear to Katara almost immediately. Sayaka seemed like someone who liked obvious jokes. She wouldn't understand Zuko's dry wit and sarcastic, sometimes dark humor. Katara could see Zuko trying to make a joke and it landing poorly. Sayaka seemed kind enough to force a chuckle, but Zuko would inevitably notice, and would feel self-conscious about it for the rest of the night. Katara would have to sooth his anxiety later. In the privacy of his chambers, of course, to keep away from prying eyes and ears eager to know all about the Fire Lord's love life. They would talk over tea...or maybe wine. Wine made Katara feel bolder.

She sat up and shook her head. There was no reason for Katara to need to feel bold. There was no reason for her to even believe that the date would go poorly. Zuko could just as well impress Sayaka. It was clear she was very open to being impressed. She might laugh just hard enough at his jokes. Make just enough compliments to his looks, his intelligence, his unique wit to make Zuko open up to the possibility of finding her every bit as attractive as she found him. And then what would that mean for...well...for his friends? Sayaka wouldn't want her...wouldn't want them around much, would she? And even if Sayaka didn't mind Katara's presence, between family planning and running a country, Zuko wouldn't have much time for her...for his friends anymore.

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The sound of low voices brought Katara out of her sleep. It took her a few moments to realize that she was still sitting in Zuko's office. A quick glance at the clock told her it was late. Very late. Too late to still be hanging around in Zuko's office. Katara crept to the door and pressed her ear to it. Zuko was just outside, back from his date. Katara glanced at the clock again and frowned. How long did dinner and a show take, anyway? The sound of Iroh's voice pulled Katara back.

"I'm glad you had a good time," Iroh said. "Will there be a second date?" There was a long pause and Katara held her breath as she waited for Zuko's reply.

"I don't know," he said at last. "Maybe. She was really nice. I didn't end up eating much at dinner, though. I was too nervous. And I'm kind of tired."

"Then by all means don't let me keep you up," Iroh chuckled. "You can tell me all the details tomorrow. Perhaps you should send to the kitchen for a snack."

"I may," Zuko said. "I have to decide if I'm more tired or hungry."

"Good night, then, my nephew."

"Good night, Uncle."

Katara waited several more minutes until she was certain that both men were far enough away that she could slip out of the office unnoticed. She hurried towards her room before she halted abruptly, and glanced towards Zuko's rooms. Then she went back in the direction she'd come from, and hurried downstairs.

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Zuko was not a night person. The chances were not low that he was already in bed when Katara crept up to his door, fifteen minutes later. Still, she took a deep breath and knocked lightly at his door. Then she waited.

After a few nerve wracking moments, the door swung open to reveal Zuko in his pajamas, looking unsurprisingly ready for bed. His eyes widened when he saw Katara . He glanced up and down the hall, instinctively looking for a threat. Then his eyes landed back on her, his brow drawn in concern.

"I couldn't sleep," Katara explained. "It's a nice night, and I thought I'd go to the roof and look at the stars for a while. You....you want to join me?" Zuko stared at her in stunned silence. Katara knew she must be blushing fiercely, but she managed a welcoming smile as she held up a small basket of snacks she'd gotten from the kitchen. Her heart hammered in her chest as she waited for Zuko to tell her he was too tired, to offer to tell her all about his date when he told his uncle. But then Zuko's mouth tilted up into a lopsided smile.

"Alright," he said, at last. He stepped out into the hall, shutting the door behind him, and when Katara slid her hand into his, he said nothing, but wrapped his hand around hers. Despite hinting to Iroh that he was tired, Zuko found enough energy to sit on the roof with Katara until the sun began to rise.

Part 2

#atla #zutara #fanfic #i've done jealous zuko #i figured it was katara's turn #THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

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I've mentioned in a past post how I don't fully believe vaggie is a fallen angel, at least not yet and I've been seeing a lot of concept designs for fallen Emily and it's got me wondering what fallen vaggie would look like.

I mean it's kind of obvious that Lucifer didn't have horns and a tail While in heaven (this is just speculation) so it could be fair to assume he got them when he fell. I've seen people say that his colour palette could have changed as well but there's not really evidence for this as we've seen angels with darker colours in heaven so maybe Lucifer was always red.

When vaggie was left in hell the only thing that happened is that she lost her wings meaning she couldn't fly back to heaven, and in more than anything we see Lucifer presumably being thrown out of heaven by the elders. I think the elders are the only ones who can make an angel fall. Lucifer also said he wouldn't be able to go to heaven with Charlie, which makes me think it's not just a fear thing but that he physically couldn't go, but vaggie could enter just fine. Which is why I think vaggie hasn't fallen yet.

It could be used in a later season when the threat of heaven becomes more severe. Vaggie officially falling (if she hasn't already)could be used in very interesting ways as it could give vaggie a whole new form like we've seen from most of the rest of the cast. Like a lot of them have demon / angel forms.

Lucifer- we see it in the final episode

Charlie - her horns pop out a lot and we see more of it in the final episode, though I don't think we've seen the full thing.

Alastor- we've seen it quite a lot, specially in episode 5.

Angel dust- while we don't see many big changes when he gets pissed at husk in episode 4, his lower set of eyes get bigger and it looks like he gets taller, I really hope they do more with it.

Katie killjoy- in the pilot in her fight with Charlie she takes on the look of a praying mantis.

Emily - in episode 6 in her first meeting her wings are on her head and she has a lot more eyes

Sera- looks like a giant bird with multiple eyes.

A lot of the cast have secondary forms the only ones where really missing are husk, niffy, vaggie and some of the overlords.

Though I'm focusing on vaggie in this post, if she had a fallen form what would it look like, I think a lot of people would go with the obvious answer and say a moth but I disagree. Lucifer as far as we've seen didn't really change to much. The moth thing could have been what Charlie believed vaggie was before she found out she was an angel because in certain shots vaggie looks like a moth but in others she looks like a bird.

Would she gain the horns from her exorcist helmet? ( I've seen fanart it looks cool) Would her colours change?. Would she be stronger?. Could she even fall to begin with? From what we've seen exorcists don't have the magical abilities of most other angels there more physical so maybe you need massive amounts of power to fall.

Vaggie being an angel in hell but not a fully fallen one , would just be extremely interesting.

#vaggie #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vaggie #lute #hazbin hotel lute #lucifer morningstar

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Help. Since morning I just have one thing on mind, reverse sagau avian venti fluff 😭😭😭😭

- 🧩anon

I get it man I think about Venti's wings at least twice a day 😔😔

But you can't just say that and not share, gimme the avian Venti fluff pls

I'll go first, so Venti who's just constantly accidentally knocking things over with his wings in your little apartment, who gives you a sheepish smile and maybe a nerves laugh everytime he hears something else fall to the ground

Occasion he has the reflexes to grab it midair but for the most part you've just become accustom to the sound, he still feels bad if anything actually breaks though

In traditional courting manner he'd probably try really really hard to surround you in things you've shown some sort of a preference towards, like if you like soft things or purple things or shiny things, as soon as he sees something that meets that description it's immediately 'brain off retrieve item' mode, and then he'd get all excited when presenting it as you give him a confused or concerned look depending on how expensive the item is because he doesn't exactly have money to just splurge

Since it's pretty common for birds to have decreased energy in the winter months (and also canon that the Anemo Archon literally is believed to hibernate after Weinlesefest) Venti would probably want nothing more than to spend the whole winter in bed with you, and would absolutely whine and moan whenever you try to get up, especially if it's to go to work or really outside of the house at all

It's just so cold and unpleasant when you're not right there lying beside him, like a part of him is missing, he really doesn't understand how you can manage this level of productivity all year round or why you'd even want to when he's right there with open arms ready to hold you and watch movies or just cuddle all day

And he's absolutely not above just trapping you with his arms, legs, and even wings if it comes down to it, cause now he simply can't live without you being right there, it might as well be a physical need cause it's frankly impossible for him to be comfortable without you and that means he can't sleep at all, and that means he's gonna feel super tired and unpleasant later

When it's cold out is one of the rare times that you see him actually lethargic, which only makes him clingier than usual, gotta stay warm through body heat of course, in bed, away from people, with only each other, and did he mention no one else?

By contrast, in the spring and summer he'd be all over the place, dragging you halfway around the world because it's "nice out" and you "shouldn't waste it inside all day"

Still just as affectionate, that's not changing no matter what month it is, and still just as on alert towards other people, hanging out with other people a lot means that you might start preferring their company and he's not losing you to somebody else, which really just adds up to him turning the whole courting thing up to the extreme

And that means prepare to be serenaded in the most romantic ways he can conjure and also not have to do any of your own cooking for awhile, he'd probably be very unconsciously into keeping everything clean too because he's gotta prove himself as a good partner

Really Venti would just be a lot more clingy and would probably have a stronger urge to join you in a lot of your everyday activities, like eating, showering, working, and obviously sleeping, to the point where he purposefully waits and morphs whatever schedule he has around doing those things with you because they're just that important

Then I personally like to imagine his feathers fluffing up when getting caught off guard, like he just immediately goes into 'make yourself bigger' mode on instinct and suddenly you're smacked in the face by a wing

I can't stress this enough but he would love love love you touching his wings, no question about it just don't stop, it's a pretty surefire way to get him to just keep you in bed all day cause you could do it for hours and he still wouldn't be satisfied

But the cutest thing in the world just came to me, Venti accidentally making something that mimics a little chirp when happy, and then getting super embarrassed about it because that sound wasn't supposed to come out—

Sigh avian Venti need's to exist more as a general concept because I'm hooked, it's adorable and I'm so sad I can't find it anywhere else

#genshin impact #genshin venti #venti x reader #genshin x reader #brainrot #🧩 anon #birds are adorable and I've always found their little courting rituals interesting personally #I've based this off of mainly lovebirds and doves since they're both pretty affectionate species #but omg there's so much angst potential #since it's common for birds to mate for life and heavily mourn ones passing #and since humans already do that it's like that times two #it would be so sad 😭

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