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halsteadlover · 5 months

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥?

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• Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader.

• Requested: no.

• Summary: what better thing than your boyfriend giving you a back massage?

• Warnings: no plot basically Spencer being horny, nudity, hinting of sex, cursing, highly suggestive at the end and I don’t know what else let me know if I missed something 😭

• Word count: 1906.

• A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONLY IF YOU’RE +18. I was about to write a full smut one but I was too lazy so that’s what came out 😭. I’m sorry for any mistake <3 I hope you’ll like it anyways, let me know what you think and comment, like and reblog, I’d really appreciate it ❤️ Thank you so much for your support xx

Spencer was completely obsessed with you.

There was no secret about that.

He needed to always be next to you, to have his hands on you one way or another, to touch you. He was head over heels in love with you and when he looked at you, with so much love, he wondered what you had done to him, how you managed to make him lose his mind that way.

He always found a way to always be close to you, whether it was a hand on the small of your back, or maybe playing with a lock of your hair, having your fingers intertwined with his, having a hand resting on your thighs while his fingers possessively gripping your skin, or his lips placing kisses on your shoulder as his arm circled your hip while you were out with friends. One way or another he needed to touch you.

He was just obsessed with your skin, the way goosebumps formed on it every time he touched or caressed you, with your scent. You've never been with someone who adored you like that and being with Spencer made you realize how much time you'd wasted in the past.

He’d always compliment you, constantly telling you how beautiful you were. His eyes were always and only on you, whether you were alone or among other people. He always looked at you with so much adoration and love you often wondered what the hell you had done be so lucky. You've caught him looking at you sometimes with a silly little smile on his lips and after asking if you had something on your face, “Nothing. I just love looking at you, you're so beautiful baby. I love you too much,” he would reply, leaving you like a blushing mess, which he loved the most.

He never wasted time touching you, as already mentioned, he always needed to feel some physical contact with you. Every excuse was valid for him to be able to put his hands on your body so when you asked him to give you a massage, he didn't let you repeated it twice and literally ran into the bedroom, throwing away the book he was reading.

You had just finished taking a shower and you were wearing only a short towel that barely covered your ass. Spencer immediately stopped in his footsteps and let out an appreciative whistle as his eyes studied and scanned every inch and curve of your body with painstaking attention.

You chuckled noticing the way he was looking at you, failing to hide the blush that was spreading across your cheeks. He leaned in and circled your hips, “Shit baby you're breathtaking,” he said as his hands caressed your bare skin. He dropped small kisses on your cheek, then trailed down your neck. “So damn gorgeous,” he whispered, shamelessly squeezing and groping your ass.

“Baby!” you giggled as your hands caressed his arms. You then placed them on his chest and pushed him slightly away, earning a groan of disappointment from him. “No, stop it. I called you so you can give me a massage. My back is killing me.”

“Babe. C'mon, seriously,” he retorted with a serious expression “You’re half naked in front of me and you really expect me to behave? I got a boner by just looking at you with this towel on, there's no way I can resist you.

You rolled your eyes, a smirk playing on your lips as you dropped the towel to the floor and stood completely naked under his hungry gaze.

“Baby…” he sighed, his mouth slightly open as if it was the first time in his life he’s seen you naked, “Holy shit.”

He wasn’t the type of guy to curse but god, when it came to you he couldn’t find any other expression that could emphasize how you made him feel.

All the blood rushed to his dick, making his boxers ever tighter it started to hurt. His eyes looked mesmerized at every part of your body, dwelling on the curves of your breasts, so perfect they seemed to have been made to fit perfectly on his hands, your legs and your bare pussy that so much begged to be touched.

It didn't matter how many times he saw you naked, even multiple times during the same day, the effect you had on him was always the same. You completely took his breath away.

“Fuck’s sake darling.” He tried to reach out for you but you dodged him and sat down on the edge of the bed. “You can't do this to me please. You want to kill me?”

You lay down on the bed on your stomach, letting his inquisitive and hungry eyes analyze every millimeter of your skin and especially of your ass.

“Baby, can you start please?” you asked, lifting your head and supporting it with one hand, looking at him with doe eyes and an amused smile on your lips.

“You're gonna be the death of me woman,” he murmured running his hands over his face in frustration, unable to take his eyes off you and unable to formulate a coherent thought anymore.

Just like that, IQ of 187 slashed to 60, like once Emily had said to him in one of the many occasions he was shamelessly checking you out.

But it wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t control it. It was as if his body acted on its own and his mind was completely blanked out.

After taking a deep breath, Spencer took the lotion you had just placed on the bedside table and poured some on his hand before turning to you and swallowing the lump in his throat.

He was on the verge of losing his mind and he hadn't even touched you yet.

His hands began to massage your shoulders, his thumbs pressing and moving in a circular way on your skin, firmly and decisively but at the same time with delicacy and gentleness.

You let out a sigh of contentment, a sigh that Spencer didn't miss but tried desperately to ignore. Your skin was on fire under his touch and all of your muscles relaxed at that contact.

Soon the lotion was absorbed and Spencer poured a little more onto his palm, rubbing his palms together before resuming massaging this time the area below your shoulder blades. While his fingers gracefully danced on your skin, giving you a very pleasant sensation, his eyes scanned your naked body, again and again and frustrated sighs escaped his mouth.

“How does it feel baby?” he asked, glancing at you and noticing your eyes were narrowed “Because I'm sure I'm about to heart attack.”

You giggled. “It feels incredible, you're so good with your hands darling.”

That line went straight to his dick and Spencer would’ve reckoned you said that on purpose. “Y/n… I swear… If you don’t stop torturing me like this.”

He bit his lip, as if this gesture could vent all the frustration and desire he felt in that moment. His hands descended along your back, massaging your skin with intensity and shrewdness, being careful to touch all the right points.

He let out another deep sigh and paused for a moment as his fingers perched on the curve of your ass, his mouth watering just at the sight.

“Baby?” your voice woke him up from his trance.

“Huh? Sorry,” he muttered as he resumed massaging you. “Baby… This is pure torture, I’m begging you I can't take it anymore.”

You giggled. “Don't be so dramatic.”

“Dramatic?” he exclaimed “I'm hard as a rock and I can't think of anything else but putting my face between your legs. Dramatic is an understatement.”

Even if his words made you hornier than you already were, you didn't want to give up, because God only knew how much you loved seeing him so desperate for you, so eager to touch you and pleasure you.

His hands began to descend more and more along your back, touching that particular spot that hurt you.

“Mmh yeah just like that, it feels so good.” A sigh of pleasure left your lips and Spencer almost exploded. You didn't deny you overemphasized that sigh a bit.

“Y/n. Fuck. Just stop it. You're driving me crazy right now.”

He let out another sigh as his fingers trailed further and further down your back. His thumbs massaged your lower back, deliberately brushing the curves of your ass.

“You’re so beautiful angel. How did I get so lucky?” he asked almost in a whisper, more to himself than to you. You smiled, feeling your body go up in flames as his fingers skillfully touched you. “I’m so enchanted by you.”

A moan of pleasure left your mouth as he began to massage your ass, squeezing it, pressing his fingers deeply on your ass. The back pain was almost forgotten, all you could focus in that moment on was Spencer and his hands.

You arched your back spontaneously, a gesture that triggered an almost animal reaction in Spencer. He couldn't take it anymore, he was sure if he waited a little longer he'd come in his pants.

As his hands went up along your sides – without letting a cry of disappointment escape you – he leaned over you, sowing a long trail of kisses from your ass, going up your back until he reached your neck. A smile crept on your lips, your eyes still closed.

“Baby I'm trying so hard to resist but I want to fuck you so bad right now I can’t take it anymore,” he whispered close to your ear, causing a rush of shivers through your entire body. “Will you let me fuck you?” He kissed your shoulders. “Will you let me make you feel good?”. One of his hands went down to your ass again as the other was resting next your head. “Please angel I want to make you feel so so good.”

He slipped his hand between your legs, which you spread spontaneously before your brain even gave the input to do so.

“Oh fuck… Yes,” you moaned as his fingers began to rub and touch your pussy from behind. You arched your back again to meet his movements and just the sound of your moans almost made him combust on the spot.

“Already so wet for me princess?” He bit the skin of your shoulders as his fingers touched you.

“Fuck… I'm always wet for you baby,” you gasped and it was so sexy Spencer wanted to take his cell phone, record your moans, set them as his ringtone and hear them until the end of his existence. “Ah yeah… You make me feel so good…”

At that point you were the one who couldn't resist anymore. You enjoyed provoking him but you wanted nothing more than to have him inside you, to feel him fucking you mercilessly, to pleasure him as much as he pleasured you.

You turned on your back and placed your hands on his face before drawing him into a kiss, which he returned in no time at all, sucking your soul out of your body.

He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself on top of you, his arms at the sides of your head while your hands immediately began to roam on his body and take his clothes off and roam on his body, now inexorably lost in each other.

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plzfeedmebread · 1 year

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The Lie of Providence - Chapter 2 - Memories Glazed in Sunlight

word count: 1906

Pairing: Recom Miles Quaritch x Female! Sully! Na'vi Reader Tags/Warnings: family bonding Author's Note: Slightly longer chapter! Posts still not showing up in tags TwT Oh well, I'll still keep posting in the hopes it fixes itself! Just a reminder this is in fact a slow burn, so I would like to do a bit of world building. Help establish your place amongst the family and clan.

"blue text" is spoken Na'vi. 'Italics' are inner thoughts.

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It is when you reach the age of 12 that you decide these dreams are Eywa’s doing. They visit you in an unpredictable frequency. Whether he is a memory of a man long since passed, or a figment of your imagination given life through dreamscape; you are unsure, but don’t think too much of it. After all they are merely dreams, they cannot hurt you, right?

The man doesn’t say much. More often than not you two didn’t interact at all. If he sees you, he simply huffs in annoyance and ignores you. As such you simply observed him from a distance, hidden behind something or rather, as he performed whatever bizarre Human ritual he felt necessary.

Sometimes you go months without seeing him. But it’s happened often enough now you find your mind drifts to him.

You’re at the Tree of Souls with your grandmother, Mo’at, repeating after her as she leads you through a prayer to Eywa, when a thought suddenly hits you; ‘what if he was a human soul, and the Great Mother claimed him as her own?’ You stop in wonder at the thought. Would such a thing even be possible? Even after everything that they’ve done to your clan, would she still find place for them in Her Embrace? Maybe. There were plenty of Sky People who were good. They respected the All-Mother and all her children.

Spider was one of them – the strange boy that he is. You don’t know of any other human children on Pandora, and you think he must be the first to be born here. He’s only 7, the same age as your younger brother Lo’ak and sister Kiri, but by Eywa is he just as rambunctious. You love seeing him play with them and Neteyam too. Tuk is a bit too young, still a baby that one. But you have no doubt in your mind she’ll enjoy his company just as much.

Out of all your siblings though, you’re sure he’s closest to you. As the eldest, you naturally fell into the role of protector. And as far as you’re concerned, he’s just another part of the family, another little brother to watch over and love.

“[Y/N]?”

Your thoughts are interrupted by your grandmother calling your name. You realise you had stopped praying as your mind started to wonder.

“Yes, grandmother?”

“Tell me child, what is on your mind? You are distracted.” She asks you as she brushes some hair from your face. You smile at the gesture.

“Nothing is the matter, sorry grandmother. I was just thinking of my brothers and sisters.” She hums thoughtfully and pulls her hand back.

“You may go to them then. There will be plenty of time to give thanks to the All-Mother. But your brothers and sister won’t always be so young. Go and enjoy them.” You grin at the declaration and hug her quickly before immediately sprinting to find your little band of siblings. She smiles at the sight of you running carefree through the forest.

You have a pretty good idea where you might find them. There are a few rivers nearby that you all love splashing in. Sometimes Father will join, chasing all of you through the shallows and splashing all of you wildly. You love that game.

You make your way to the first river but do not see your siblings. You do find a few adults fishing though. You recognise one of them as Saeyla, a great warrior and friend to both your parents.

“Ah! Young [Y/N]! What brings you here? Here to help us fish, are you?” She beams a wild smile at you. You see a young initiate beside her. She must be showing him the best places to fish, and when to appropriately use a bow or spear.

“Hello Saeyla! No not right now. I’m looking for my brothers and sisters, have you seen them?” She nods and points to her left. You thank her and run off in that direction, bidding goodbye to everyone.

Once you’re out of earshot the young man chuffs to himself and mumbles,

“She still looks like a freak even after all this time.” Saeyla flicks him right in the forehead.

“Watch your tongue! In case you have forgotten, that is Toruk Makto’s daughter. Our Olo'eyktan’s daughter. Show some respect. It is by Eywa’s will that she is here. Or are you going to question the wisdom of our Great Mother?” She fixes him with a stare, challenging him. He stiffens at her look.

“Sorry Saeyla. I—I didn’t mean—” He stumbles to find the right words but she waves him off with a click of her tongue.

“Let us continue and pretend you said nothing.” He nods at her words.

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Your siblings are exactly where Saeyla said they’d be. All happily splashing in the water; not a care in the world. You smile and sit on a nearby tree root, a bit out of their line of sight. Content to simply watch them. You’re happy to see little Spider here too. You giggle to yourself as you watch him playfully dive atop the pile of Kiri and Lo’ak, Neteyam off to the side pulling on someone’s tail.

As you watch them, you admire the gold of Spider’s locks, not too dissimilar to your own. The play with the threaded gold of your hair idly between fingers, reminiscing on the firs time you had met the boy.

You had begged and pleaded with Father to teach you the language of the Sky People. Reluctant at first, he figured it would probably be in your best interest to learn it in the end, considering there were plenty of Humans and Avatars left behind on Pandora. And to be fair not everyone had learnt the Na’vi language. He figures you being at the young age of 8, it’s probably easier for their language to make a lasting impression than adults learning Na’vi.

He relents and takes you to see Norm, though bi-lingual now himself, he’s not entirely sure how to go about actually teaching you the language. Figured Norm, the science-head that he is, would have an easier time. You like Uncle Norm anyway. He tells you lost of fascinating stories about Sky People and the planet they came from. Especially when Father is reluctant to share. You also find it very funny when he switches to his Sky People body; he’s so short compared to when he’s a Dreamwalker.

So there you are, at Hell’s Gate with your Father. Mother stayed behind in the forest, content to watch over Neteyam, Lo’ak and Kiri.

Father and Uncle Norm are discussing something, you’re not paying attention to their words. Instead you busy yourself looking at the pretty pictures in a book on a desk nearby. You pay no mind to the idle sounds of the other scientists nearby as the work.

However, your attention is suddenly pulled by the pitter patter sound of hastily running feet and someone yelling “Spider get back here!”

Before you can turn around, something solid collides with your legs, causing you to drop the book as you fall to the floor, the solid thing landing on your legs.

“[Y/N]!” Your father is immediately by your side, gently picking you up as he puts you back on your feet carefully.

“I’m okay Dad,” you assure him. Didn’t even hurt. You look over and find Uncle Norm similarly lifting up someone. The someone that collided with you. It’s a child. A Human child.

“Spider you gotta be careful, you can’t just run into people like that. Now say sorry to [Y/N].” Uncle Norm chastises the child, Spider.

“Sowwy, I ram into yoo.” He says, his pronunciation a little off, but you understood him.

“Oh, I guess this is the first time the two of you have ever seen each other. [Y/N], this is Spider. Spider, this is [Y/N]. She’s my daughter. Say hello, [Y/N].” It is your Father that does the introductions.

“Hello! My name is [Y/N]! It’s nice to meet you Spider!” You beam at him. You didn’t expect him to speak Na’vi. Uncle Norm must be teaching him. You think hard and remember the Sky People greeting Uncle Norm showed you. Ah, right! A handshake! You stick out your hand confidently.

Spider looks at your hand as if unsure what to do. He looks back up to your face with a slight tilt to his head, a questioning look adorns his cute little face.

You giggle at his expression. Instead, you gesture with the traditional Oel ngati kameie hand motion. Spider smiles and copies you, even if the way he swings his arm is a bit off. You admire his hair. It is wild and golden like yours, though yours is a tad lighter.

“I like your hair.”

“Fanks. I like yor eyes. They pretty like strawberries.” You’re not sure what that last thing is. But that sounded like a nice thing so you say thank you.

It is from this tiny interaction that Spider becomes enraptured by you and your family. He’s seen Norm’s avatar, and the ones that walk around Hell’s Gate. But you? You and your father are different. You live in the Forest. And Spider LOVES the forest. He wishes Norm would let him run around outside and explore. “Maybe when you’re older,” he kept telling him.

And so begins months of learning the Sky People language from Uncle Norm and Father, while Spider is taught Na’vi by the two older males in tandem. Every chance you get, the two of you practice with each other. You speak English to him, and he Na’vi to you. It is a fun game.

It’s been about 4 years since then, now you’re both reasonably fluent in either language. Spider though seems much more content to speak Na’vi and that’s fine by you. Your siblings were eventually also taught the Sky People’s language to make communication between Humans, Dreamwalkers and Clan easier.

You continue to quietly watch your siblings play. And yes, you definitely consider Spider a younger brother. You don’t care that he is Human. Why should that matter? After all, your Dad used to be human. And even now, you understand that his body is that of a Dreamwalker.

A gentle breeze carries the laughter of your siblings to you. Their song dances around you, and you close your eyes and smile at the feeling. You could almost feel the Great Mother in the shades of the trees; sheltering you from the harshness of direct sunlight. Though you enjoy the kiss of sunlight as it seeps through the gaps between leaves, leaving warm and soft patterns across your skin.

Deciding you’ve had enough of watching and want to play in the water too, you sit up from your tree spot and make your way over to everyone else.

Spider is the first to notice your approach; thought it surely isn’t hard to miss your alabaster form against the greens of the forest.

“[Y/N]!!!” He yells excitedly and rushes to meet you part way into the water. Everyone else yells your name in greeting and follow him.

“Hello everyone!” You greet back and are soon tackled to the ground by a horde of toddlers. You giggle at their antics. Soon you all resume what ever game it is they were playing, lots of splashes and lots of laughter.

You couldn’t be happier.

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gina103 · 3 months

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Girl From The Belly Ch 1

New story alert! I'm super excited to introduce these characters and their stories to you guys, and I hope you like it! there are lots of plans for this world and where it's going! You can expect chapter 2 tomorrow!

Ch 1 - word count: 1906 Previous - Next

The clang and clashing of swords filled the air.

It was a beautiful thing to witness. The two men swished and swashed their blades at each other with the poise and grace of a swan. Their masks hiding their undoubtedly sweaty faces from view. The men paused for a moment, taking a break from their battle no doubt. The taller one of the two removed his mask, shaking out his rich dark brown hair which was damp from sweat. The man was incredibly handsome – with a chiseled, strong jawline, and kind – watery blue eyes that anyone could get lost in. His sweaty face was slightly pink with the healthy glow of exercise. The man was of course, Crown Prince Cassian of Feywen who was finishing up his fencing lesson – and had no idea that he was being watched. High up on the wall, almost meeting the ceiling, was a tiny circular opening – a window. Staring out that window, watching the prince with a gaze so intense with admiration and infatuation was Adalina.

She was a borrower. At her height of 5 inches, she was a petite, spritely-looking girl of 19 with a face that was perpetually pink and freckled with the glow of youth and brightness. Her long, hazelnut colored hair was as always, unbrushed and almost wild with fly aways that framed her face, giving her the appearance of constant good humor and friendliness. Her sweet hazel eyes stared out the window at the prince with such vigor, watching him closely as he moved. How does one appear so graceful, yet so masculine and strong? So noble, so heroic, so –

“Lina!”

Adalina shouted in surprise and smacked her head on the dingy and low ceiling in her attempt to stand up. She was shocked to see her older sister, Eunice, standing before her with her arms crossed in disapproval. She was quite different in appearance from her sister, with a skinny build and fair skin which contrasted with her rich chestnut brown hair and equally dark eyes that contained quite an air of wisdom and a little bit of self-importance, in Lina's opinion.

“Just what in the world are you doing up here?” she asked crossing her arms, “how did you even find this passageway?

“M-Mrs. Acorn told me about it,” Lina explained guiltily.

“Of course she did," Eunice sighed exasperatedly, "how would she even know about it though? What purpose could a passageway with a window overlooking the fencing room even serve?”

The sound of clashing swords echoed around said fencing room, the soundwaves were carried up to the little spot in the wall which afforded the view.

Eunice went quiet listening, before marching over to the window her younger sister was just peeking out of – bending low so as not hit her head on the low ceiling. She took one look out the window, at the two men fencing below and let out another very, very disappointed sigh.

“Watching the prince again?” Eunice said to her sister in a stern tone, “you know what? I don’t have time to get into it with you again. Mama was looking for you, she needs help with the laundry.”

Lina slouched her shoulders, letting out a pout of air and deflating like a child who was told it was bedtime. Her hazel eyes pleaded with her sister’s begging her not to take her home, but Eunice was having none of it.

“Come on,” she said – grabbing Lina’s arm and dragging her away from the window, away from the prince, and back home to The Belly.

Down the long rickety staircase they went, traversing through the cramped and claustrophobic passageway. Eunice pulled her younger sister along as the hall twisted and turned before them. There was a small hole at the end of the hallway, which opened up into a larger, more traveled passageway. Making a right turn, they proceeded further. Lina had shaken off Eunice’s grip at this point, thinking dejectedly about all the chores they would have to do upon arriving home. Her mother was a wonderful woman, but she could sure put her girls to work.

They passed a few other borrowers and some watchmen on patrol; Lina knew with a sinking heart that they were very close. Watchmen were like the palace guards of The Belly, they traversed the hundreds of tunnels and passageways closest to home every day, checking to make sure no unwelcome guests such as mice, rats, roaches and spiders have made a home in them.

At Last, they made it to the largest and most traveled tunnel, which led straight into the heart of The Belly. To put it short, The Belly was home. It had been home as long as Lina could remember. It was a large colony of borrowers, the population of which had just recently hit 300 – situated perfectly underneath the kitchens and storerooms of Silvenia Palace. As the girls made their way through the large front gates, they were waved at and greeted by neighbors, friends, and acquaintances. If you looked up to the sky – or the ceiling, there were thousands of twinkling lights bestowing their glow upon the town and giving it light. There were houses that were stacked on top of each other, with small wooden doorframes that you had to stoop to enter, alive with the activities of families. mothers carrying large clay pots to their nearest waterpump, children laughing and racing each other up and down the rickety wooden staircases, fathers carrying bags full of tools and wares to the market to trade for goods. The Belly was a bustling place to live, indeed.

Eunice and Lina ascended a small staircase up to their family home. It was a quaint-looking house, Lina often imagined that if you were to attach a handle, a lid, and a spout, you could turn it into a teapot. There were other rooms and additions made to the house over the years of her family living there, giving it a very mismatched look. As the girls neared the circular front door, their mother, Mrs. Brook, burst forth in a frenzy. She was a sweet and friendly-looking woman in her mid-fifties with warm hazel eyes, light freckles, and smile lines. She was someone you could easily trust.

“Girls!” she exclaimed, “there you are! Come on, I just started the laundry.”

Their mother did what she did best, she put her girls to work. They handwashed, wrung, and hung up all the laundry to dry. They darned socks, shirts, and pants. They fetched water from the pump. They swept all the floors, washed all the pots and pans, dusted all the shelves, polished their father’s boots, and finally were able to rest after setting the table for dinner.

Lina and Eunice sat on the front steps of their home, absolutely exhausted, Lina leaned against the railing, barely able to keep her eyes open while her sister drank from a small cannister of water, keeping her eyes peeled for their father, Mr. Brook, and Idris.

Idris, the oldest child, a member of the watchmen, the pride and joy of his parents, would be coming home with his father after a long day of keeping The Belly safe. No wonder Mrs. Brook wanted to get all the chores done in one day. Watchmen – due to the distances they must cover on their patrols daily, can only come home once every two to three days or so, staying for a short time, and leaving again to patrol the vast network of tunnels. It was a tough, dangerous, and prestigious position. If your family had watchmen members, you were automatically a cut above the rest. You were respected and regarded as a family with a strong bloodline.

Of course, to be a watchman you had to first be a man, much to Lina’s annoyance. There was a time in her early childhood where she would’ve given anything to become a member. But her dreams were dashed, never in the history of The Belly had there been a female watchman. It was simply impossible, unheard of, ridiculous, ludicrous, and utterly idiotic according to literally everybody she knew and had spoken to on the matter. Lina hoped that one day, people would be more open to the idea, but until then, she was stuck at home doing menial chores and learning how to sew.

Emerging from a skinny alleyway in front of their home, Lina spotted her father and Idris approaching. Her father, a middle-aged man with a mane of grey hair and an equally untamed beard, had a face marked with smile lines from greeting customers and raising his children happily, a tall but worn-down stature, and a countenance of humility and kindness. His oldest son walked beside him in his green, well-fitted watchmen uniform, he carried both his backpack and his father’s sack which was very heavy, full of handmade wooden knick-knacks and tools. Idris was taller than his father, and had a well-built, athletic build, carrying his and his father’s stuff easily. He had a tentative beard coming in which would no doubt be shaved before he had to leave next, wavy brown hair, which was kept controlled underneath his green hat, thick eyebrows that drew his face into a near permanent scowl, and piercing dark eyes which always seemed to scrutinize and find faults in others at lightning speed.

Lina and Eunice both bowed their heads slightly in greeting before getting up to lead them inside. The scent of warm potato soup and cheesy bread wafted through the cracked open door, spurring Lina’s stomach into a frenzy. It was finally time to eat.

Cassian was utterly entranced.

His hands moved fluidly and gracefully along the grand pianoforte; this piece was his absolute favorite. The music floated into his ears and echoed throughout the music room, filling it with its sweet melody. His hands moved with a flourish. Muscle-memory and pure skill prevented him from missing a single note. His eyes were closed, his body swayed with the movement of the piece, feeling it with everything he had. Nothing could break the utter bliss of this moment, nothing could break–

“Pardon me your highness.”

Cassian slammed down on the keys. The horrid sound cut through the peace like a knife. He spun around on the bench to face Mr. Cutlet, the butler, with annoyance written all over his face.

“What have I said about interrupting me while I play?”

“My sincere apologies your highness,” Mr. Cutlet bowed, “I have merely come to inform you of his majesty’s insistence on you eating dinner with him.”

The prince’s lip curled in distaste.

“The engagement ball will be the only subject discussed, no doubt,” Cassian replied bitterly.

For months now, his father, King Edmund, had been planning and arranging a match between him and the duchess of Avila. They’d both been paraded around each other’s families, forced to speak to one another in disgustingly dull conversations, and now there was to be a ball planned in celebration of their engagement. Cassian could not be more disinterested, he was not happy to be forced to marry a woman whom he had nothing in common with, and even more disinterested in being once again, paraded in front of the entire kingdom.

“His majesty will not take no for an answer.”

The prince sighed deeply, “It seems I will have to appease him.”

“I shall have a place prepared then,” Mr. Cutlet said before bowing once more and leaving the room. Leaving Cassian to anticipate a dull and aggravating evening dinner.

#g/t writing #g/t #sfw g/t #the borrowers #giant/tiny #oc: lina #oc: cassian #oc: eunice #oc: idris #g/t community #borrowers #size difference #g/t fluff #Giant/Tiny #g/t original story

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astrangergivingthestrangewelcome · 11 months

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Things I have researched/googled for my Dracula fanfiction series Strange Wonders in the past year, an ongoing list in no particular order

typewriters, how they work and how they run out of ink

Clothing (I feel like this goes without saying)

how Victorian washstands looked (I wanted to see if it would be accurate to say there was a mirror attached or no)

Aerated Bread Company (I found a menu from 1902 so Mina and Quincey ordered food items that were on that menu)

Etymology of approximately 1 billion bajillion words and I'm sure I still didn't really get it right (did you know the term suffragette was not coined until 1906)

Texas Reconstruction (Currently I just don't see how I will fit Quincey's backstory in organically but oh he has one)

Wilhelmina of the Netherlands (this was kinda an accident bc I was doublechecking the etymology of Wilhelmina and found out that Wilhelmina was actually a really badass and memorable Dutch monarch who was only a few years younger than Mina and was 17 in 1897. Van Helsing WILL be bringing her up in passing later)

whether or not portable gas camping stoves were a thing then (the answer: yes just and Arthur is a rich boy so sure he probably has one)

whether or not pocket soup was still a thing then (the answer ehhhh not really it was pretty out-dated but I still used it anyway because I like the word "pocket soup" I can be historically inaccurate when I want to be fuck you)

how bleeding out works for different arteries and veins (I may have flagrantly disregarded the information I learned in pursuit of a climax that was both intense and not horribly sad)

how old timey guns work (mixed success. Did find out how many bullets a Winchester could hold but I still didn't really get enough information on pistols but oh well)

New Woman writers, criticism and backlash

Kukris (not sure if this counts bc I managed to research them for a masters presentation but I got to use like 5% of the information I now know about them in my fic so)

penny dreadfuls (and thank god I did bc Varney the Vampire is too good not to name drop- all other Brit Lit references I simply knew because I am a massive nerd)

The location of the porcelain industry in the United Kingdom (yes it was for a throwaway line but in my defense it took like 30 seconds to google)

did people sell phonograph records of music back then (yeah but it was still not really a thing thing yet)

Boating terms and types of boats and what steamers look like

#dracula #dracula daily

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moxxnie · 10 months

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✧ 🫀☂️ Niwakuni one-shot

Word count : 1906

Rating : E(veryone)

Tags & content warnings : trans!Kabukimono / Scaramouche 🏳️‍⚧️ ; fluff ; can be read as platonic. [Niwakuni | Niwa/Kabukimono ]

Thinking about Kabukimono, and the first time he went to a hot spring...

It was Katsuragi who proposed the idea to the rest of the workers that evening. It was a pleasure they seldom indulged in, due to lack of time, money - for various reasons, really - but finishing those orders had been more laborious than most of their typical workdays, so the team decided they deserved it.

Kabukimono was not in the habit of participating and often sided with the reluctant ones for the obvious reason that it was impossible to hide his puppet joints from the world in a public bath. He would be exposed, vulnerable - probably detached from his anchors and friends in this village, and it made him deeply uncomfortable. He found his footing, certainly, but he still saw furtive eyes ogling his expensive silk, perplexed murmurs when he instinctively held a tool upside down, and although no one had been hostile towards him... he struggled.

"Do you want to go?" his voice awakened the young man, who turned calmly towards him, hands folded against his body. "You can, you know. You work as hard as we do," he reassured him, taking off his sweat-drenched bandana with a grimace before approaching him.

When Niwa lifted his head from his anvil, he saw Kabukimono hesitate to follow the group. He watched them leave, without blinking, static like a wax statue, and the shadow of a smile came to rest on his face.

"They would see my articulated body and ask questions. I can't go with so many people around," Kabukimono smiled weakly at him before tightening the straps holding his sleeves and getting back to organizing his workbench for the next day. Niwa then had an idea.

However, he didn't have time to ask him a question, as Niwa had already gone to find Katsuragi - leaving him alone, waiting. Waiting for what? Should he stay in his place? Resume his task? Would Niwa return before nightfall? Kabukimono, in doubt, remained still, not without drawing the curious eyes of the few blacksmiths who were busy organizing their own space.

"Wait a minute." The youth stopped abruptly in his movement, effortlessly standing up with two full crates in his hands, and tilted his head to the side like a lost little animal.

"Are you sure no one else will come, Niwa?" Kabukimono still had that ancient way of speaking, a highly formal dialect he couldn't seem to lose even when interacting with workers whose language was much less obscure than his. He found it adorable - that the person he taught to read in his spare time could teach him words in the language he had always spoken.

"Don't worry, Katsuragi is taking care of it." Niwa had rushed over to Katsuragi to ask him to send everyone away at once and join them when it was done, so that they would be the only three people in the water.

"I'm here! Finally, I've been waiting for half an hour to get in there," with a loud noise, the sliding door was closed and he began to remove his yukata, "the owner won't let anyone in on this side while we're here, no worries!" he added, turning to Kabukimono with a thumbs up.

The youth didn't hesitate and flattened himself against the floor in reverence, bowing so low that he almost hit his head on the tatami mats. Katsuragi near jumped, half-naked, and bowed in return, one hand holding his clothing, the other palm outstretched to his friend, and they lost themselves for a few seconds in an exchange that made Niwa laugh against the back of his hand, consisting only of "Thank you so much!" and "Hey, get up! It's nothing!"

When the Kabukimono finally started to remove his yukata, Niwa and Katsuragi were already lounging against two rocks, discussing something that the Kabukimono couldn't discern, too preoccupied with his own worries. Was this what they called "anxiety"? He didn't like the visceral fear that wrapped around his neck and hesitated to call Niwa - he didn't do it, ashamed to ask for help when they had already made so much effort for him.

Once naked, the youth grabbed a white towel and headed towards the bath as well, half of his body draped in cotton to hide the marks of his artifice. If he had been human, his steps would have been trembling, he was sure of it. But once again, if he had been human, he wouldn't be reduced to this. As they heard him approaching, Katsuragi and Niwa turned to him and beckoned him to come closer with a smile.

Finally, he realized that he had nothing to fear, that they were, after all, the man who had found him gathering dust in an abandoned estate, and the one who had immediately taken him under his wing and kept his secret. Returning their smiles, he finally removed the towel and joined them, close to Niwa without encroaching on his space.

He completely missed their pair of wide-eyed gazes and the crimson veil that spread from the top of their cheekbones to their collarbones at the sight of his naked body. Nothing obscene - they would never forgive themselves.

Firstly, because by all the Archons, if they had not known that Kabukimono had been crafted by the very hand of a God, they could have guessed it. As he emerged from the mist, it was clear to see that he was no ordinary mortal. His long amethyst-hued hair flowed like moonbeams, cascading down to his waist in a shimmering almost cloud-like crown. His crystalline skin dotted with freckles and beauty marks of all kinds mirrored the prettiest starlight, a soft glow emanating from within. His hands were delicate and graceful, with slender fingers and perfectly manicured nails despite the hard work he had been engaging in for weeks. Every inch of him seemed to have been sculpted from the very fabric of the universe, a flawless creation of otherworldly beauty. He was an ethereal being, a vision of perfection that could only exist in dreams and fables – it felt as if his presence alone could reignite the flame any fallen artist longed for.

Secondly, because at the sight of his feminine silhouette, they were mortified at the thought of completely mistaking Kabukimono's gender when addressing him. Had they forced him to live as a man against his will? Had he been too shy to tell them ?

Kabukimono also noticed, as he sat in the water up to his waist, that his anatomy differed from that of his two friends. Where their chest areas were relatively flat, his was curvier and two, very discreet, but undeniable breasts shaped his outline. He thought nothing of it; Kabukimono simply believed they were intrigued by the pattern where his sternum should be, and he placed a hand on this spot, his brows furrowed.

"This is where my heart should have been placed." He remembered, as a spontaneous reminiscence. "It's a cavity. Don't be surprised, it's not painful." He traced his nails along the markings that ran up his alabaster shoulders, and squeezed his skin between his fingers until his knuckles trembled.

"That's a sick design..." Katsuragi blurted out, discerning the arabesques that probably ran up to his spine, imagining what portrait could be drawn on his neck. Kabukimono looked up, surprised. "Ha! I wasn't eyeing you, I promise! But, really, you don't have to be ashamed of it. It looks like the traditional stuff they do at Watatsumi..." he searched for his word for a few seconds before Niwa cleared his throat.

"It's true, they look like tattoos. They're...very beautiful, Kabuki." He affirmed more confidently. To that, the youth smiled and withdrew his hand, sinking deeper into the hot spring.

They realized then that they hadn't forced him into anything - Kabukimono was exactly who he wanted to be, or at least acted with the purpose of becoming so. Now that they thought about it, Kabukimono had shown great confusion at first when Nagamasa inquired about his gender to fill in his paperwork. The youth had turned to Katsuragi, asking what he was, and when Katsuragi replied, confused, that he was a man, Kabukimono looked at Nagamasa and simply answered “then so am I”. Applying human notions of gender to him was pointless.

"I'm glad you like them." He hid half of his face in the water, as if he wanted to hide his blushing face even though he couldn't blush, and resumed his initial position, a little closer to Niwa. "This body is mine, but it doesn't belong to me. Thank you for helping me accept it."

It was Katsuragi who broke the silence after a few minutes.

"Hey, Kabu-" it seemed to him that his nickname shortened with every new sentence, "would you be willing to - umm." He seemed to hesitate, so Kabukimono leaned closer to him, his head supported by his knees and hands, all ears "...serve as a model for a blade? I mean! I like to add personal touches to the weapons I make. You can think about it, huh! But... I think it would look good..." Niwa had never seen Katsuragi so flustered in his life. Well, except when he courted his wife. Which made him chuckle stupidly to himself as he spotted a little lizard on the rock next to him.

Kabukimono eyed him with his large bright eyes that could be mistaken for glass eyes because of how much they shone. A hesitation passed through his gaze at the thought of what he had always pushed away being etched forever into something as respected as a blade - nothing that belonged to him deserved any special treatment, let alone to be a part of an almost divine practice. After all, he had been abandoned for not being able to withstand divinity. How was this any different?

"I will give it serious thought." he solemnly swore, bowing his head down to the water level, soaking his bangs and long lashes without hesitation. Katsuragi startled again, repeating for him to sit up, and thanked him for his consideration.

"Do you want me to tie your hair?" Niwa suddenly offered, gripping the edge of the bath more firmly, letting the lizard go. He hadn't thought before speaking - was it really serious for an island deputy, huh…

"Mine?" Kabukimono splashed him accidentally as he stood up, and pointed at himself, intrigued.

“Yes, yours. Come on, you must be having a hard time.” he signaled him to come closer, and Kabukimono stood up fully, moving towards Niwa to finally sit back against him, on his knees. Niwa let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Thank you, Niwa. I'll help you too, if you want," he smiled at him over his shoulder, his painted eyes widening at the sight of the other's crimson face. "Are you okay?" he asked, turning to him. He heard Katsuragi snicker, then immediately stop when Niwa gave him a dark look.

“Everything’s fine. Turn around.” he smiled, and started gathering his hair in his hand.

Kabukimono still had much to learn about humans and their interactions, but what he could affirm was that he deeply loved this moment, and if he could forever rest in Niwa’s hands and the warmth of the hot spring, at the foot of the coruscating flower beds of Tatarasuna, then perhaps he could find meaning in his immortality.

#genshin Impact #genshin #one shot #niwakuni #genshin impact niwa #genshin impact scaramouche #scaramouche #wanderer #kabukimono #kunikuzushi #niwa #niwa/kabukimono #niwa/scaramouche #trans!scaramouche

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jirachis-tag · 2 years

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~Ghetsis X Reader~

Word Count: 1906

Content: SFW

-Trojan Horse-

It's a well known saying - there's a first time for everything. Everyone makes at least one fatal error in life. Yours just occurred to be an unfortunate acquaintanceship with a certain man, and as harmless as it may sound, had given you more trouble than one could ever expect.

Ghetsis Harmonia is his name. You took him as just another greedy sycophant, a fool that nobody would take seriously, a swindler chasing money and fame, a shameless politician proposing an irrational idea that would never come true. All of those could apply depending on what words he'd choose to feed you at a given moment. And nobody suspected a thing.

It was unusual; the way he spoke about what he seemingly believed, offering a different outlook on what the citizens of Unova understood as mundane. The worst of all, some people actually blindly believed his absurdities, proceeding to apply his philosophy to their day-to-day life.

Ghetsis was in another meeting with influential big shots in Castelia City, renting out an office in a building you happened to work at. It was on the top floor with a grandiose view of the horizon, facing the harbor. As an amateur, you could've only drawn one conclusion: he's a rich nitwit with a distaste for subtlety, already making himself intolerable in your eyes.

You were assigned to clean up after everyone leaves, even though that wasn't your job in the slightest. In short, nobody else in your district wanted to get their hands dirty, not even the janitor, so, of course, they all scurried off home leaving you no choice but to take the task upon yourself, ruining your mood altogether.

Already angry and impatient, you tapped your foot like a child, pacing back and forth near your work desk, occasionally leaning against it to check your Xtransceiver for any calls or messages to respond to in order to kill some more time.

After what felt like another painful hour, the sound of chairs being moved around as well as overlapping muffled voices signified the end of their discussion. People in expensive suits and new shoes started walking out and towards the exit, laughing, chatting and exchanging thoughts, all of which you paid no attention to. Not that you were being interesting to them either. You were just glad it was over, praying that they were at least as civilized as they looked, enough to not leave behind an outright mess.

"Lord Ghetsis?", a short, older man called out, his hand pressed against the door frame.

You could see the aforementioned Ghetsis Harmonia sorting through some papers with a content smirk on his face.

"Go ahead, Zinzolin. I'll be there shortly."

Zinzolin nodded, leaving without further question or complaint. His hasty footsteps echoed for a short time, your gaze darting towards his attire, it being far more sophisticated than what you've seen Team Plasma usually wear.

Just when your lips have finally folded up in an amused smile, it faded as fast as the hope in your eyes the moment they've accidentally locked with Ghetsis's. His gaze was cunning, sharp and cold, yet intrigued by your lonely presence.

"You've been idling there for a while, so may I ask what business you have at this time?", his way of speaking was a bit outlandish, yet exquisite and poetic, somehow resembling a forced formality, despite appearing pleasant.

"Cleaning up, unfortunately", you explained briefly, not in the mood for tying yourself up with the man whose looming intimidation managed to reach you abnormally fast.

"You poor thing. Those 'gentlemen' have made quite a ruckus around here. You wouldn't happen to want some company while tending to the office? I was hoping I'd be on my way by now, but alas, these contracts and other written matters won't read and sign themselves, I'm afraid."

You raised an eyebrow, asking for reassurance, wondering at the same time why he wouldn't leave that for when he arrives back.

"I can't stand much noise nor waiting for too long, if my guess about the question on your mind is correct. So go ahead, I don't mind. After all, who knows, maybe this encounter is meant to be", absolutely not.

Alarms were going off inside of your head, red flags raising themselves, yet there didn't seem to exist a polite way to kick him out. You ended up nodding in defeat and stepping in, only to be appalled at the sight of the dirty floor and full trash cans.

"You're an employee here?", his voice delayed your train of annoyed thoughts, and you looked over your shoulder at him, having been filling a large garbage bag with cans, plastic cups, used tissues and other such waste.

"Yes, why ask?", your tone came off as a little hostile, but Ghetsis paid it no mind.

"Curiosity. It's truly an unlucky occurrence you've found yourself in, I notice. May I assume you're an important member of the staff?", he flashed you a smile which you internally groaned at.

"You could say so", you growled under your breath, a creeping feeling of humiliation tickling your cheeks as they grew red in embarrassment.

"Would you care to have coffee with me afterwards? I'll notify my people to retire for the day, so I won't be in a hurry."

"I apologize, it's your reaction that brought me much amusement! A hard worker deserves some peace after a job well done, and I wouldn't want to abandon you."

You blinked at him, eyebrows furrowing in disbelief. Was he about to chat you up on some nonsense like he does with everyone else?

Surprisingly, the man let out a heartfelt laugh.

"Excuse me, not meaning to be rude, but why even pay attention to me at all?", you asked, having grabbed a mop to begin wiping footprints and stains of various beverages off the initially bright tiles.

"And why not? Shouldn't I have expressed interest in you? Did it come off as unpleasant or intrusive? If so, I'll withdraw and leave you to your own devices", he brought his hand up as a means of promise.

You sighed quietly and shook your head.

"No, it's alright. I was just bewildered, is all. I wouldn't have ever expected Ghetsis Harmonia to talk to me directly and personally like this."

"Pay it no mind. I'm just a person after all", he chuckled.

"Be it, then. I'll go brew us coffee, will be right back."

On your way you were wondering why you've even agreed to that. You felt him stare at you as you were exiting the office, which made you shiver afterwards. Surely, he had an ulterior motive. Was it in his nature to casually converse with regular people?

His redundant grinning was undeniably charming, as much as you were consciously trying to avoid discerning it. You acknowledged the likeliness of villainous intent. Nevertheless, you haven't been given adequate attention for quite some time, the realization of which made you press the back of your hand against your mouth, both in annoyance and silenced anticipation of what's to happen next.

Your wrists were trembling more than usual while carrying the coffee cups. To emphasize your anxiety or even fear, it was becoming increasingly tougher to swallow, your eyes darting from your feet to the corner you were supposed to turn in order to face the man once again.

To make matters worse, the moment you did, his stinging look fixated on you immediately, corners of his lips curling up in an inviting, mysterious, yet sly expression. His gloved hand had been slowly tracing circles on the table's surface up until then, after which his finger ended up sheepishly twirling a strand of his let down hair. He never broke eye contact.

"Here you go", you muttered, more as a formality, before sitting down on an empty seat next to him. You'd considered making the distance between the two of you wider for safety and comfort, but it really would've looked rude, so you gritted your teeth and abode your manners.

"Much appreciated", his soft snicker stroked your ears in a satisfying way. You had to gently bite the tip of your tongue in order to maintain a straight face.

"Not a problem at all."

It was embarrassing. He had never managed to make such an unwanted impression on you before. Of course, those weren't personal, real life encounters, though either way, was it possible to make that big of a difference? Always so extravagantly clothed, same as his followers, suggesting some kind of grotesque dress code. Even at that moment he was more or less a manifestation of a dark fantasy prince character, with a black cape draped over his right side, a matching eye patch and a contrasting pale complexion. Surely, one glance at him suggested that he possessed a twisted mind, but wouldn't it just be easier and kinder to trust his momentary selfless support and recognition of your tiredness and solitude?

"May I question the reason you're looking at me for so long, dear? Am I that worthy of your admiration?"

His words snapped you out of your thoughts, having you immediately avert your gaze, ending in a self directed eye roll.

"Didn't mean to", you replied in a dull tone, earning you an ardent laugh.

"You're simply delightful."

"What?"

Ghetsis shrugged, accepting your decision to reject the implied flirtatious compliment. He licked his lips, teeth just barely grazing them before speaking:

"And what would your name be?"

He had taken only half a step back, still fully intending to win you over as fast as possible, being aware of how little time he has in play. That thought crossed your mind, but it wouldn't linger.

"(Y/N). I didn't even realize I hadn't told you earlier."

"(Y/N)…" he hummed.

You shivered at the careful pronunciation, the way he was tasting the sound of it didn't bother you in the slightest.

He cleverly gave up on compliments, sensing they would repel you further. And you, you weren't stupid. He noticed your suspicion and cautiousness right away. To him it felt like he was trying to crack a code of sorts, a combination of words, phrases and gestures that would grant him that satisfying click in the end.

Forget about the men in suits who firmly believe they would finally get the key to power and wealth from him; you didn't have a goal like that in mind. He himself is supposed to give you a reason to stick around, make up a desire of yours from scratch. That's what made that game so fun.

Did he dare test his luck after all?

He put his hand over yours, completely ignoring the coffee in front of him, deeming it just a prop to accentuate his innocent, vulnerable visage. He had prepared a myriad of lies to recite to you, to hypnotize and entice you, ready to see where that would take you eventually.

"Do say more about yourself then. I'm itching to get to know you."

"Oh, is that so?", you chuckled, distracted by his touch, "I suppose I could, now that you've asked."

He caressed your fingers contently, almost as he would a cat. Another amiable grin spread across his handsome face, which you this time returned.

Now, he could only sit back and watch in anticipation, waiting for the exhilarating moment when you'd desperately start struggling.

So you better not disappoint.

#ghetsis x reader #team plasma ghetsis #pokemon ghetsis x reader #ghetsis pokemon #ghetsis harmonia #pokemon #pkmn #pokemon bw #pokemon b2w2 #pokemon trainers x reader #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon reader insert #x reader #reader insert #art is mine #gender neutral reader

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writerman · 1 year

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Hi @emakenz surpise! I am your @twilight-secret-gift-exchange buddy!

I hope you enjoy your request and I hope you have a great new year. You asked for a self-insert with Carlise Cullen and all those fatherly vibes.

word count: 1906

rating: General

warnings: None

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The first time you ever met Dr Cullen was due to a rather nasty fight with a locker, that definitely was not your fault and you didn’t start said fight. Though, the locker sure finished it.

You had been out cold for less than a minute, and a suspected concussion was all it took to have the school nurse cart you off to the hospital and leave you unattended, your mom couldn’t leave work and there was no one else, adult or otherwise available to wait with you in the emergency room.

That was all fine, you were used to weathering out storms alone, and with the throbbing headache as your companion, you weren’t really in the mood to think all that much, so it wasn’t as though your thoughts would wander very far.

Not after the beating they took.

Time moved slowly, or it seemed to until you realise the clock you had been watching on the wall opposite wasn’t working- your phone battery had died whilst you were still in school so you had no way to know if it had been 10 minutes or several hours since the nurse had dropped you into a seat and told you to sit tight for a sec.

You couldn’t even remember if it had been the school nurse or someone working for the hospital. Not that it mattered, you hadn’t moved since you arrived so you weren’t going to be lost just maybe forgotten.

It’s hard to stay awake, there is a sluggish weight inside you that fills each limb with lead and the thought of closing your eyes is what Heaven must feel like but before you can even consider it someone is addressing you by name.

“The doctor will see you now, are you ok to walk on your own?” The tone was business-like more than true concern but you understood. Hospitals were busy places and who knew maybe you were just faking it to get out of class?

Traipsing down the brightly light hallways was torture, the strip lighting flickering and you have to use your hand to shield your eyes and you’re led into a small consulting room.

Instantly, you recognise Dr Cullen, you’d seen him around the town before with his wife and kids.

He offers a gentle smile to put you at ease likely but you don’t react, or maybe you can’t, it is difficult to tell with your head pounding still. You shuffle toward the seat opposite him and watch as his smile falters and true concern replaces it.

“Can you tell me what happened and how you’re feeling?” His voice surprised you, it wasn’t as if you had expected him to remain silent, it was just that… he sounded as though he really cared, a sincerity you weren’t afforded often seeing as you were just a kid.

“I-i,” You try to explain but before words are formed a wave of nausea and dizziness washes over you and you grab the edge of his desk to keep yourself upright. “I’m gunna be sick,” The words roll out of your mouth stuck together and in a sickly rush, and before you heave, a trash can is thrust into your hand.

The feeling of a firm hand on your shoulder grounds you almost immediately and the nausea passes, but the roiling in your stomach is still there and the acid slide of bile in your throat makes you groan while you’re still gripping the trash can in sweat-slick hands.

“Dr Cullen, that is incredibly unsanitary.” A nurse is at the door, her hands on her hips as she admonishes the doctor but he merely apologises quietly and asks that the nurse assist you to a hospital bed.

The nurse helps you into a hospital gown and into bed, you’re instructed not to go to sleep but you can’t promise anything, you’re already thinking of closing your eyes.

In a bid to do as you’re told you dig through your jacket pocket for your dead phone in hopes that there might be a meagre amount of power for you to text your mom that you were still in the hospital.

Nothing. Not even a flicker.

“Hello, again.” Dr Cullen steps into the room a clipboard in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. “Here you go, better keep you hydrated might make you feel a little better while we go through your symptoms.”

This time you’re able to explain even though your head isn’t really cooperating, in a bid to steady your thoughts, you reach out and take the bottle of water but your hands feel limp and useless and the lid doesn’t budge.

Without a word, the drink is pulled gently from your hands and Dr Cullen opens it with ease before handing it back to you.

“I think we need to keep you in overnight, do you have anyone you can contact to let them know you’re here?” It was only now that it appeared he understood that you were here alone and a frown formed over his brow like a sudden storm cloud.

“Would you like me to call someone for you?”

A new problem arose, you had no idea what your mom’s number was and panic begins to set in. While you had never been afraid of being alone or afraid of hospitals you were hurt and confused and scared.

Who wouldn’t be?

“I want to go home.” It wasn’t a whine but you made your point succinctly and even made to climb out of bed. “I want to go home,” You repeated but the words didn’t come out right, they slurred and crashed into the back of each other like a car wreck.

When you wake up there is something cold on your forehead and the room is dark, you don’t know what time it is but it is quiet enough that you suspected it was well into the evening.

The pain in your head has subsided and when you sit up the icepack falls into your lap. Gently you pick it up and set it aside and try to peer through the gloom hoping to find a light or a call button.

There was no use in waiting around for someone to pass by, it was probably late and the nurses on shift would be at their station, you’d have to go find someone yourself.

As soon as your bare feet touched the floor light flooded the room and a familiar face greets you, they don’t appear to be mad just somewhat disappointed.

“Dr Cullen?” You’ve properly found your voice, though it is raspy from having just woken up moments before, this was apparently a good sign because the quiet consternation in his expression gave way to relief.

“It is good to see you up but not wandering around, so please try to stay in bed, I called your mother earlier she should be on her way.” At his insistence, you slip your legs back under the hospital blankets and arch a brow as if to ask ‘this better?’.

“You’re definitely feeling better if you’re expression is anything to go by, when you lost consciousness we woke up you and ensured it was safe enough for you to go to sleep. Do you recall any of that?” He walks into the room and pulls up a visitor’s chair to sit by your bed but not before he hands you a paper bag.”You will be hungry and if you’re anything like my kids you’ll want something wholly unhealthy.”

When you open the bag you’re greeted with the sight of your favourite fast food, and suddenly you laugh aloud and shake your head. The Cullen’s did not seem like a family that ate fries or even pizza.

“Thanks, doctor. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Perhaps not, but you’re on your own without your guardian and as someone with kids myself, I couldn’t leave you to fend for yourself even if you believe you would be up to it.” His tone was soft and for the first time, you envied his kids for having someone so caring and present in their lives.

When was the last time your dad even tried to contact you?

“I will stay here with you until your mother arrives, and once she is here I see no reason that we cannot discharge you. Of course, the on-shift doctor will be here to confirm this, unfortunately, as I am no longer working I cannot give the go-ahead.” He sat back in his seat and eyed the bag before gesturing for you to eat.

“You stayed here for me?” That was definitely what it had sounded like, and for a brief moment, you revelled in the feeling of being cared for without obligation. “Why?”

He appeared thoughtful, and you took this time to dig into the bag and grab a handful of fries which you shoved into your mouth as you became very aware of how hungry you actually were.

“Well, you were unwell and, at the time, we had no way of contacting your family so, as a precaution, I offered to stay behind and ensure you got home safely, that and Alice expressed concern for your wellbeing which only made it an easier decision to stay.”

“Aren’t you tired?” The words come out before you can stop yourself, you felt guilty that you had kept him away from his family, after all, he didn’t have to stay you weren’t his problem after he had clocked off for the day. “You didn’t have to stay, I would have found a way home.”

This did not sit well with Dr Cullen because he frowned and tsk’d at you like a chiding mother shaking his head at you.

“Absolutely not, your safety is more important than anything I had to do this evening.”

For a moment you were speechless, to hear you were important to hear someone speak aloud and earnestly about your safety was so alien that you could do nothing but drop the conversation and stare at your food still in the brown paper bag.

Dr Cullen let the silence draw out for a minute or two before he spoke again.

“Your safety matters, that and I would hear the end of it if Alice had found out I’d left you on your own.” There was amusement in his tone and when you finally looked at him he was smiling.

“You’re right, and you don’t want to be on her bad side.” “Oh no, of course.”

While you waited on your mom he asked you about school and how it was going, he asked what you had planned after you graduated and if there were any specialist subjects you enjoyed. The kind of thing a dad would ask, the kind of thing he must have asked his own kids.

It was a sense of normalcy that you craved and you committed each moment to memory, and then l your mom appeared at the door white as a ghost. She rushed to you and wrapped her arms around you as tight as she could manage while mumbling her apologies.

“I’m ok, mom, I promise.” And you were, and you knew no matter how lonely you felt you knew someone would care for you, even if it was a brief moment captured in a hospital room in the middle of the night.

#Twilight Exchange #carlisle cullen #Second person POV #self insert

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arkham-ayden · 7 months

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I'm following a prompt list for October! You can read it above on ao3 or below the cut here!

• Pairing: Ben/Mal

• Prompt: Carving pumpkins

• Word count: 1906

• No additional warnings

“Mal! Over here!” Ben called from across the way.

The courtyard was adorned with bright decorations; spiderwebs, comically sized ghosts and bats, garland strung up from every available surface and then there were long tables with an array of giant oranges on them.

She’d never seen oranges that big, hells, they weren’t even mouldy! She walked over, meeting Ben halfway and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“What is all this? On the Isle, Hallows’ Eve was just everyone getting drunk at Facilier’s place.”

“We like to do a big school event, and I had a feeling you guys wouldn’t have had the more festive things, so I set you up with something that everyone does here.”

He gestured to the oranges, now close up, Mal could see knives and spoons set around them.

“Eating oranges like an insane person?”

“No,” he laughed. “These are pumpkins, you carve them, make fun patterns, and then you put a candle in them to make them glow at night.”

She cast a look down the table, Evie was pulling a mass out of the pumpkin, not looking all too thrilled. Carlos was using a tiny knife to carve circles above a triangle, where Jay was taking the biggest knife and making a large almost circle at the top.

"Ben, this is sweet but I don’t get it. What purpose does this serve?”

“It doesn’t have to serve any kind of purpose. Back in the day it had some special meaning to it, but now we just do it for fun.”

Seeing her raised eyebrows he continued.

“I know, it’s probably really weird, but it’s your first holiday here in Auradon. We, I wanted to do something nice for you. Come on, give it a try.”

Mal shot Ben an amused but reluctant smile, taking a small carving knife. She made a lazy circle on the top of her pumpkin, not piercing hard enough to pop it out like Jay had done moments earlier. She fought with the knife for a few moments before realising it was stuck. Her shoulders slumped inwards as she tried to pull it out, to no avail. She tugged and tugged, eventually dislodging the blade, catching herself on the upswing. She cried out, more from shock than pain. Ben whipped his head around from his own pumpkin. Mal had instinctively sucked on the wound to staunch the blood flow.

“Hey, let me show you, okay?”

It was more of a question than a statement, but Mal raised her hands and went to step away before Ben pulled her to his side. She stiffened but it seemed like Ben hadn’t noticed. He picked up the biggest knife on the table and handed it to her. She blinked in shock, this had to be some kind of test, right? No sane person would hand a villain a weapon willingly. He pressed it into her palm, taking the handle in his own just above where her hand clasped it.

Together, they plunged the knife in, it was a pillowy sound rather than the cracking sound she expected to hear. They pulled it as close to them as one swipe would take, before taking the knife out and repeating the process until the cuts met.

“That’s not a circle,” she almost giggled.

“Nope, it doesn’t have to be perfect. Here’s the gross part.”

He lifted the closed shape by a thick stem, pulling with some difficulty. When it came up, there were stringy memmbranes connected to the innards, seeds mingled in the mess.

Mal raised a hand to her nose, an unfamiliar scent permeating the air. It was earthy, with almost a hint of sweetness to it. Not an artificial sweet either, it was subtle and succinct.

“And then,” Ben rolled up his sleeve as he spoke. “The equally gross, yet fun part.”

He stuck his hand deep into the cavern, a squelching sound making Mal cringe. Up came thick clumps of the membrane seed mix plastered to his fingers. He smirked, nose wrinkling as he held it close to Mal’s face. Her hands darted up to protect herself from the foul smelling goop. He put the mixture into a bowl just off to the side. There was a small tendril left on his thumb, taking the chance to wipe it on his girlfriend’s nose.

“Ew! Gross, Ben, seriously gross.”

“Gods, the look on your face, if looks could kill.” He laughed heartily.

“Right now, I wish they could.”

He took a moment to breathe and compose himself.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist. My mom always used to do it to me and I never saw the appeal. But that look made it all worth it.”

“Yeah, yeah. What next?”

He handed back the smaller knife she attempted to use.

“You can make a design on this side. You cut all the way through and pop the pieces out, or you can cut the skin off to make it glow less.”

“What kind of design?”

“Anything you want! I’m pretty sure Evie said she wanted to make some kind of crown, Carlos is doing some kind of face, and Jay,” he snickered. “Well, I’m pretty sure Jay’s just having fun with the knives. Don’t worry, we’ve got Lonnie watching him to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself or anyone else.”

“I can make anything on this?”

“Yeah of course, just nothing Fairy Godmother wouldn’t approve of. I’m gonna work on mine some more, there’s a contest for best dressed pumpkin and I’m trying to outdo Jane this year. You’d think she’d get some kind of restriction considering who her mom is.”

He shook his head and turned back to his own craftsmanship. Anything, huh? Mal considered some of the art she’d made on the Isle before deciding this was far too small of a canvas to recreate anything. But it seemed just big enough for something new she’d wanted to try. She started to work, making larger cuts here and smaller shavings of the skin there. After a good ten minutes, she was almost done, roughly estimating she was five or so minutes away from completion.

Ben had finished on his, he was holding it like someone would a baby, it was a near perfect recreation of his castle’s shield emblem, there were a few shaky lines here and there, but it looked almost identical to the shields adorning lampposts. He turned to show it to Mal, hastily covering her own work.

"What’d you think?”

“It looks great.”

“What about you? How’s it coming along?”

“It’s not done yet. No peeking.”

He raised a single hand, firmly holding his creation with the other.

“Okay, okay, I’m handing mine in. Judging starts in 10 so if you want to get it in, keep an eye on the time.”

“Gotcha.”

He started to walk off, Mal going back to her own work. She stepped back for a moment to look at it in its entirety, suddenly doubting her skills. What if it looked nothing alike? It looked good to her, but the standards in this place seemed to be so much higher than the Isle, where any effort was a cut above the rest. She bit her lip, did she even want to submit it? After not much time, she realised she had to submit her work. None of the rest of her family were planning to, Jay was still playing with the knives much to the dismay of Lonnie, and Carlos, who’s pumpkin he’d accidentally disfigured with his antics, and Evie had abandoned hers in favour of the punch bowl and trying to flirt with Chad, asking about his castle most likely.

She had to put it in for judging to at least prove to the rest of them that they could do good, they could be recognised as more than villains if only for a few seconds. She finished the final touches and handed her pumpkin to Fairy Godmother, offering it sheepishly.

When she arrived back at her table, Ben was already waiting for her, two glasses in hand.

“I got us a drink, did you hand yours in?”

“Yeah, I did. Thanks.”

She took the glass with a small smile, still not used to the kind gestures Ben offered, despite how consistent they were.

“Fairy Godmother’s going over them now, we should head up to the front to see who wins.”

She nodded, taking one of Ben’s hands in hers. He was always so warm where her hands felt more like ice than flesh, a downside of being part draconic due to her mother’s spells. She relied on outer sources for her heat, unable to make her own without the sun.

“Mal, you’re shivering, are you okay?”

“Mm? Oh, my body can’t make its own warmth. I’m okay, just a little chilly.”

Ben took his jacket off and placed it around Mal’s shoulders and pulled her closer to him. Nestling her head in the crook of Ben’s neck, she immediately felt warmer. Not just her skin, but it was like her insides were being warmed up. It was a weird feeling, chalking it up to the inadvertent curse. They stayed like that for a few minutes before the dark haired woman took the stage, three pumpkins with designs facing her.

“Welcome Auradon Prep students, to our annual best dressed pumpkin contest. As you may all know, I’m quite good with a gourd,” She laughed at her own joke, Ben quickly explaining it.

“Without further adieu, I’d like to present our winners of this year. In third place,” she spun around the leftmost pumpkin. “King Benjamin and the royal crest.”

There was scattered applause, most too busy indulging in sweets or conversations to pay much attention.

“In second place is Jane with her beautiful silhouette of a pumpkin carriage.”

Again, scattered applause, though a bit louder. Presumably, it was from Jane’s friends, finally focusing in.

“And finally, in first place we have,” she trilled, trailing off slightly.

Mal was crossing her fingers and felt a surge of warmth flow through her as Ben embraced her in a hug to try and warm her up some more.

“Mal from the Isle with her portrait of King Ben.”

As the pumpkin was spun around, there were audible gasps from the small crowd, some people pausing their conversations to take a look at the art. Her art. Ben pulled away from the hug briefly, mouth slightly agape as he looked in awe. Fairy Godmother beckoned Mal on stage, with a small push from Ben, she went up.

“As winner of this year’s contest, it is my honour to give you this token of $25 and an opening to our art programme here at Auradon Prep.”

It was Mal’s turn to be shocked, mouth agape.

Cheers from her friends erupted and cut the harsh silence.

“Go Mal!”

“How’d she do that with these things?”

“That’s my girl!”

Slowly, applause came from the small crowd, becoming louder and louder. Ben pulled her down from the stage and swept her into a kiss, dipping her down.

“Did you seriously make me a pumpkin? That’s the cutest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

She caressed his cheek, kissing back and smiling under it.

“You really made me look good for a gourd.” He parroted the cheesy joke. She tilted her head playfully, tipping Ben’s crown to one side.

“You always look good.”

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stardustspell · 1 year

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Fandom: Anne with an "E" Rating: E Word Count: 2548 Tags: Christmas Party, Christmas Fluff, Aged-Up Character(s), Diana and Jerry are both in their early twenties, time skip, The year is 1906, Diana is a famous concert pianist, Jerry is an animal trapper who runs a business with his father, road trip fic, book and TV canon divergence, Sexual Tension, Masturbation, Vaginal Sex, slight gothic vibes, i just really like dreams okay Chapters: 2/12 Summary: It has been 7 years since Diana Barry left Green Gables for Queens, and only six since she left the rural shores of PEI for continental Europe and became the Parisian Opera’s next rising star. The Barrys bid Diana return for the holidays every year, but due to her career demands, she’s unable to acquiesce most of the time.

The Christmas of 1906 brings her across the Atlantic to see her family and attend a friend’s Christmas party. Almost immediately upon her arrival to Green Gables, her parents throw suitor after suitor at her in the hopes that she will like one and settle down—forsaking her newfound career and freedom.

When the Barry household as well as her newest suitor fall ill, Anne volunteers Jerry to escort Diana to the party. Will new love be reborn from the ashes of heartbreak, or will Diana and Jerry discover that some wounds cannot be healed with time?

You can start at the beginning here.

#anne with an e fanfic #diana barry x jerry baynard #diana x jerry fan fic #please mind the tags!

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tomionefinds · 1 year

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Hi this is kinda specific, but are there any tomione fics where T & H are dancers or actors forced to work together? Thank you <3

Hey Anon,

This was a interesting ask. I found a couple few also some where they were musicians just in case you were interested in them as performers of some sort. -JD

The Foil by WildKitsune E/Ma | WIP | 13k The girl didn't look like anything special. He had passed right by her without evening noticing her existence when entering Principle Dippet's office. Tom looked at her again after getting instructions to show her around and make her feel welcome. It was the part of being student council president he hated the most. He was expected to be nice to people far below his interest. But the position afforded him other privileges and powers that he counted as worth such a price. Very loosely inspired by Highschool Musical.

On A New Year's Day by Kitwriting M | WIP | 14k Paris 1960, Harry Potter is a down on his luck actor who moved to Paris to reignite his career. After months of no real work, his childhood friend, an aspiring screenwriter, Hermione Granger visits on New Year’s Eve, one last night before he plans to leave. But a chance meeting as the clock strikes midnight leaves them both intrigued by the possibilities the city has if they stay. Aka, The French New Wave AU no one asked for

i will collect you by cithrin M | WIP | 9k It was Hermione's dream to enter the prestigious Hogwarts Dance Academy. But she had no idea that her ruthless mentor would push her over the edge. Tomione.

The Two Compaies by tellmesomethingnew T+ | One Shot | 1k McGonagall's dance company is different than most. As a project to test her students, her and the rivalry dance company owned by Grindlelwald team up. The day before dress rehearsal for their upcoming special performance workshop, the two company owners blindly pair their students together. Hermione has no idea who she's paired with until now.

Cupid Crystal Cave by Winterblume T | Complete | 6k Hermione is forced into a strip club and – oh, how embarrassing – who would show up there? Of course, none other than her old school nemesis, Tom Marvolo Riddle.

The Conductor and the Violinist by ourultraviolence M | WIP | 51k 1906, Riddle, a conductor, is a prodigy at the Royal Opera House. Hermione Granger is a brilliant violinist but he does not seem to agree on that. Tomione.1906, Riddle, a conductor, is a prodigy at the Royal Opera House. Hermione Granger is a brilliant violinist but he does not seem to agree on that. Tomione.

Closer by Sharkdiver1980 E/Ma | WIP | 29k Lord Voldemort is taking the music industry by storm, and when Hermione and her friends get invited to an exclusive party featuring a private performance by Lord Voldemort, Hermione learns what all the fuss is about . Non-magic AU, Tomione. Crack!

Con Sentimento by heybabydoll E/Ma | WIP | 22k Hermione dreams of becoming the chief-of-medicine at St Mungo's Medical School, so she's decided to fluff her medical school application by double-majoring in both biochemistry and classical piano performance. This is much to the distaste of the Director of Piano Studies at Slytherin School of the Arts, Dr Thomas M Riddle, who values jazz piano performance over all things.

Liebestraum (Beyond Words) by desirable (countertop) T+ | WIP | 4k YOU ARE GOD, WHICH MEANS YOU ARE BOUND TO A HEAVEN.(alternatively: Hermione Granger, a student at Hogwarts University, goes missing. A cellist turned writer turned stranger. Tom Riddle loses Hermione Granger, and the search is all part of the prose, or so he thinks.)

Tommy Played Guitar by PacificRimbaud E/Ma | One Shot | 3k Tom Riddle takes his coffee black and plays in a rock and roll band.

Daddy Dearest by ImmortalObsession M | Complete | 108k Lady Hermione isn't quite right in the head. Her kingdom resides in a manor full-of-monsters. She has regular conversations with the Devil and fancies a dark knight who wants to kill her in her sleep. If not for the wonderful library, she might have lost her wits completely by now. Instead, she passes the time with music lessons and plots of murder.

#tomione #muggle au #drama #tom: thesbian #hermione: thesbian #Hermione: musician #Tom: musician #extreme au #crack

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talesofsorrowandofruin · 2 years

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WIP Changes Tag

Thanks for tagging me, @eccaiia! :D

Rules: share 5-10 things that have changed from the initial concept of your WIP till now. I’ll do this for Gracemeadow Manor:

1. My original plan was for the human serial killer to have the highest body count. Instead I’m 6000 words in and the ghost serial killer is the only one who’s actually killed someone on-page. (Off-page the human has murdered two people, and between them the human and the ghost have murdered at least seven others. But no one else knows those people are dead yet, so they’re still considered “unexplained disappearances”.)

2. The 1892 murder was supposed to happen in the story itself, either as a prologue or dream/flashback. Instead the final girl just summarises it for the soon-to-be victims.

3. Death’s cameo was a surprise.

4. Heck, the entire ballroom sequence was a surprise. It was supposed to be the piano playing itself again, and the next thing I knew Arthur (the ghost serial killer) was giving a concert. An anachronistic concert, too: he died in 1892 and he’s singing The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes, which was written in 1906 and first set to music in 1933. And if you assume he’s singing Lorenna McKennitt’s tune, that wasn’t released until 1997.

5. The man on the swing was meant to be the real villain, even worse than Arthur. (The 1892 murderer says a ghost convinced him to murder Arthur. The man on the swing is meant to be that ghost.) So far he’s only been mentioned once and I’m not even sure if he’s a ghost any more. He might be Death himself causing mayhem (which if true means this Death definitely isn’t the one from Death and the Emperor).

Tagging @fearofahumanplanet, @writingpotato07, @jessica-writes22, @reichwrites, @kaiusvnoir, and anyone else who wants to do this! :D

#tag game #writing #my writing #my WIPs #WIP: manor #nerissa rambles

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darcyfangirlsfrequently · 2 years

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We Fell in Love in October, chapter 3 - October 3rd: Lunch Dates

For @dungeons-are-too-cold specifically because I told them that they would lose their minds over this chapter and also @gaelic-symphony bc she is my beta reader

Summary: Each of our main pairings goes on a lunch date, ft. a brief appearance by Willifer and Misty

Chapter word count: 1906

Total word count: 4844

Can also be read here on Ao3

Emily nearly jumped out of her skin when someone came up behind her at her locker and wrapped their arms around her waist.

"Relax, relax," Tara chuckled. "It's just me."

"Oh, okay," Emily said as she tried to return her breathing to normal. "Hey, you! What's up?"

"Well, I was thinking, it's our third day of being girlfriends and we haven't even gone on a date yet. Can I take you to lunch?"

"You most definitely can. Beats the peanut butter and jam sandwich I brought for myself."

"I am concerned for your eating habits when your mother is out of town."

"I can't cook, Tara!"

"Exactly! I'll have to give you some lessons."

"Or… you can just cook for me."

"I may be your girlfriend right now, but I am not your housewife!"

"Shame. You'd look so pretty in one of those fifties housewife dresses." Emily trailed her hand along Tara's waist on the comfy knit turtleneck sweater she was currently wearing.

Tara was gay panicking again, but tried to laugh it off. "Yeah, maybe for Halloween. Now come on, I'm taking you out for lunch."

"Cool. Where?"

"The Burgers & Shakes down the street? It's close and affordable."

"Do you just want to split a milkshake with two straws?"

Tara could feel her cheeks warm. "Maybe."

Emily grinned. "Sap. Sounds good. Let's go."

They made their way to the restaurant and were seated quite quickly. "So, what do you recommend?" Emily asked Tara. "Since this was your idea and all."

"The chocolate-strawberry milkshake is to die for. Does that sound good to you?"

"Sounds amazing."

They ordered their milkshake and were served not too long after, since it didn't take long to make. It came in a large metal cup with two straws. "This feels hopelessly rom-com," Emily laughed.

"Says the girl who suggested we date for October so that we weren't both single for unofficial lesbian month."

"Yeah, okay, that's fair."

Halfway through the milkshake, Emily found herself with a massive brain freeze. "Ow ow ow ow ow," she muttered, pressing her fingertips against her temples.

"Did I not tell you to take it slow?" Tara asked her.

"No, no you did not, actually."

"Really? Oh. Well, you should take it slow. You don't want to get a brain freeze."

Emily laughed sarcastically. "Fat load of good that does me now, thanks, Tara. Do you have anything that might actually help me get rid of this brain freeze you are completely at fault for?"

"Press your thumb to the roof of your mouth."

She did, and quickly found that her brain freeze did in fact dissipate. "Wow. That's actually not bad."

"You're welcome," Tara said.

Emily stuck her tongue out at her. "I did not say thank you. I still blame you for the brain freeze in the first place."

They finished their milkshake, and as they were preparing to leave, Emily noticed Tara had some in the corner of her mouth. She picked up her napkin and said, "Here, you have a little something…" she wiped it off Tara's face, and suddenly the tension between the two girls was palpable. Emily once again found herself wanting to kiss Tara, but told herself it was too soon, and she had no idea if Tara was even okay with that.

Tara cleared her throat. "Um. Thank you." And with that, the tension was gone.

"Yeah. Of course. You would have done the same for me." She held out her arm to Tara. "Shall we head back?"

Tara looped her arm through Emily's. "We shall."

***

Spencer was less than startled when a very familiar set of hands covered his eyes and an equally as familiar voice from behind him said, "Guess who?"

"Hmm, I fucking wonder." Spencer turned around and pressed a light kiss to Derek's lips. "Hey."

"Do you know what today is?"

"It happens to be our thirty-eight-month anniversary, but I highly doubt that's what you're talking about."

"Actually, it is. I want to take you out to lunch to celebrate. Does that sound okay to you?"

Surprisingly, Spencer found himself blinking back tears. "Wait, you actually remembered? You're not just making that up?"

"No, seriously, look." Derek pulled out his phone and showed Spencer his calendar where that date had a reminder that said, 3 years and 2 months with my Pretty Boy! "I know we don't always do something on our monthly anniversary now that we have yearly anniversaries… but I thought maybe we could start?"

Spencer was really fighting back tears now. "I love you so much."

Derek wrapped his arms around Spencer and kissed him gently. "I love you too. So are we going out for lunch or what? Because I want to eat pizza with my boyfriend."

Spencer laughed through the happy tears that had begun to fall. "Yeah. I want that too."

Hand in hand, the two boys made their way to a pizza shop just behind their school. They swung their arms between them, and it just felt so terribly cliché. They loved it. They got a small pizza and shared it, feeding each other bites from their own slices even though it was the same pizza.

"I like the idea of still doing something for our monthly anniversaries," Spencer told Derek as they were heading back. "Even though we have annual anniversaries now, these should still be just as important, you know?"

"Yeah," Derek said, smiling and this boy that he loved so much. "I know."

***

JJ and her boyfriend, Will Lamontagne, accosted Matt and his girlfriend Kristy in the hall. "The four of us are going on a lunch double date," JJ told them. "Now. No cafeteria."

Kristy and Matt looked stunned. "Um, okay," Matt said. "Can we ask why?"

"Emily texted me saying she and Tara weren't going to be at lunch because they were going out. Spence also texted that he and Derek weren't going to be at lunch because they're going out. So if the four of us leave, who do we leave behind all alone?"

It hit the other couple at the exact same moment. "Luke and Penelope."

"Exactly! So if we get them to spend lunch alone together, then maybe they'll actually start to take steps towards becoming the more than friends they are clearly meant to be!"

"Sounds good," Kristy said. "Let's go."

***

When Luke arrived at their normal meetup spot, only Penelope was there.

"Hey," he said. "Where's everyone else?"

"Well, it appears all of our friends have decided that October third is the best day of all days to go on lunch dates. So they are all gone."

“So it’s just you and me then?” He knew she was probably less than thrilled at the prospect, so he tried to keep some of the excitement out of his voice.

"Well, I mean, I was just going to go to the new coffee house that opened down the street. It's vegan, and no one else has wanted to try it with me, so this is as good an opportunity as any."

"Do you mind if I join you?"

Penelope raised her brows at him. "You did hear the part where I said it was vegan, right?"

"Yeah, I don't care. It sounds nice. Besides, I've hung out with pretty much everyone in our group one-on-one except for you. It could be fun."

"As long as you don't judge my eating habits."

Luke laughed at that, but the look in her eyes told him she was dead serious. "Wait, you don't think I would actually ever do that, do you?"

She shrugged and didn't look him in the eyes.

"Come on, I knew you weren't my biggest fan, but do you really think I'm that much of a douchebag?"

She shrugged again. "I don't know. Not anymore. I kinda thought you were, back when you were new, you just gave off those vibes, I guess. I mean, come on, some new army brat macho football player? What was I supposed to think?"

"Well you know me now," he pointed out. "Surely you know I'm not like that. And I mean, come on, would Tara call me one of her best friends if I was a terrible guy? Would she even associate with me? You know lesbians are famously picky about the men they interact with."

Penelope giggled. "Yeah, I guess that's true." Her smile then fell a bit. "I'm sorry, Luke."

"Don't worry about it. So are you going to allow me to accompany you to your fancy coffee house, or are you going to leave me here all on my lonesome?"

She giggled again. "Yeah, sure, let's go."

He bowed and swept his arms in front of him in a grand gesture. "Lead the way, Chica."

The atmosphere of the coffee shop was amazing. It smelled heavenly and had a dark wood interior, with pieces of art all over the walls and dim lightbulbs hanging over the tables. Unfortunately, all this also made it feel like a prime date location.

"You're going to have to tell me what to get," Luke told her. "I've never eaten anything vegetarian or vegan before."

"Okay, well any coffee you get is going to be the same as normal, just with dairy-free milk, and they have paninis and baked goods if you want to get something to eat."

"Wait, Caprese," Luke said, pointing at one of the paninis. "Doesn't that have mozzarella cheese?"

"Well normally yes, but in this case they would have made fake cheese with tofu."

"Wait a second, you can make fake cheese from tofu?"

"Mhmm! You can make a lot out of tofu!"

"And does it taste like the real deal?"

"Why don't you try it and find out?"

Luke did end up getting that panini, and Penelope got a mushroom one. They each also got a cookie–chocolate chip for him, peanut butter for her–and an iced coffee.

"Queen culture is getting iced coffee at any time of the year," Penelope said.

"Truly," Luke agreed, laughing as he tapped his cup against hers.

They ate their lunch, laughing and chatting about everything and nothing. By the end of the lunch break, some of the tension between the two seemed to have dissolved.

"Hey, I had fun today," he told her, bumping her shoulder with his. "Seriously."

She smiled softly. "Me too." Then, with a smirk, she added, "Just don't think this means I'm going to be nice to you."

He laughed, holding the door open for her to leave ahead of him. "Of course."

They parted ways once they reached the school, each of them headed to their respective lockers.

JJ sidled up to Penelope at hers. “So… how was lunch with Luke?”

“It was fine, I guess. Why—” she whipped her head around to glare at JJ. “Did you set that up on purpose?”

“No,” JJ lied.

Penelope fixed her with a look.

“Well, not entirely! But when I heard Tara and Em and Spence and Derek were going out already… I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to get you and ‘Cool Hand Luke’ to spend some time together.

Penelope buried her face in her hands. “I can’t believe I actually called him that around you. I hate you, you know that?”

“Mhmm,” JJ said, wrapping her arm around the shorter girl’s shoulder and giving her a friendly kiss on the head. “Sure you do.”

#Temily fanfiction #Temily High School AU #We Fell in Love in October #Temily #Tara Lewis #Emily Prentiss #Moreid #Derek Morgan #Spencer Reid #Garvez #Penelope Garcia #Luke Alvez #Willifer #Jennifer Jareau #Will Lamontagne #Misty #Matt Simmons #Kristy Simmons #Criminal Minds

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Dark Side - Chapter 2

Warnings: Mentions of torture, blood, nightmares, and cursing.

Parings: Dean x You, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Lucifer

Word Count: 1906

Chapter 2:

“Sam? Still doing research?” my voice was soft. I had awakened from another nightmare. Because I couldn’t fall back asleep I decided to do some more research.

“Yeah, I couldn't sleep. I’m guess the same for you?” Sam looked up from the laptop and books that shattered the table in front of him. I looked down, ashamed of the fact that a being like me couldn’t get the pain out of my own head long enough for me to have a good night's sleep. “Y/N? You know I was tortured by Lucifer too?” I looked up at him shaking your head. “It was one of the worst things I ever had to go through and I understand how it feels. Like you can see him every time you close your eyes he's right there. That if you fall asleep you're gonna wake up right back in the room being hurt over and over again.” I sat down across from him.

“I just…” a tear slipped out and I quickly whipped it away. “I just want it to go away. I just want it to be over. Every time I talk or even think about it I can still feel the blade cutting me, the pain of his hands in my chest and my body, and the overwhelming feeling that help is never going to come.” Sam sucked in a breath and looked down in shame. “I’m sorry I ever doubted you….

“No Y/N you had ever reason to feel that way. We had a way to find you but we couldn't get Rowena to help us with the spell. If Dean hadn’t done what he did, I hate to say it but you might still be there with Lucifer.”

I looked at him perplexed, “What did Dean do?”

“Hey Y/N, you weren’t in bed so I came looking for you.” Dean announced as he rounded the corner. Sam turned to Dean and they shared a look. One that I've come to know as Dean telling Sam to keep his mouth shut. “Are you alright?”

“Dean I've been with you and Sam almost as long as Cas. I know what your little looks mean. What aren't you telling me?” I stared at him as he shuffled back and forth on his feet. Eventually he sat down at the head of the table, he took my hand in his.

“I hurt Rowena to get her to help us find you,” I ripped my hand from his.

“WHAT?” I stood up in disbelief moving away from him.

“We need to find you and she could help us. And I wasn't going to let her fear of Lucifer stop her from doing just that.” Dean's voice was soft and calm; he knew I'd be angry about it.

“Rowena saved my life once before and for you to do that Dean, I just… I can’t believe you.'' When Rowena first came into the boy's life she was a target, though being a witch will do that on its own. However when my grace was depleting for some reason Rowena was willing to help you get it back to full strength. The only price was that I would keep the boy’s from hunting her. A small price for the boy’s to pay. Me on the other hand wasn't willing to risk other people's lives just to save me. When I got to the point that I couldn’t wake up, the boy’s made the decision to let Rowena go.

“Y/N….” Dean started.

“No Dean, I don't wanna hear it. I’m …. I…,” the anger that bubbled up forced me to leave. If I stayed another second I would have hit Dean in the face. I stormed off to the garage. I got into one of the old classic cars and drove out and onto the road. I pulled up to the bar, The Drunk Skunk, one place where the boys know where to find me if they need me. I sit in the car and bang my hands on the steering wheel. After a moment a tear slides down my cheek. I always hated how I cried when I got too angry.

“Cas are you there?” Cas and I have always been close. Was hoping that he could lend me a shoulder or an ear. “Cas I really need you here.” I looked around to see if he had flown here, but again nothing from Cas. “Cas please!” I hear Cas’s wings flap next to me.

“I’m sorry Y/N I was with Dean. He’s worried…” Cas started but I just didn't want to hear it right now.

“I don’t care how Dean feels. After what he did to Rowena and him hiding it from me. I just… I can’t deal with him right now.” Another tear slips past and I quickly wipe it away. “I need someone to drink with me so I don't look like a loser.” I look over at him and see the disappointed glare he was giving me, “Okay I need someone to talk to. Someone who would understand and that I feel comfortable talking too.”

“Sam and Dean don't make you feel comfortable?”

“Sam would understand but every time he looks at me I feel like he’s just waiting to hear it all. And that when we are around he just prepares himself for it. And Dean I don’t want him to know what happened.”

“Their family Y/N. I’m sure that they wouldn’t do anything to ....” Cas starts to reason with me. However it starts to feel like he’s just not wanting to listen to my troubles.

“Cas you know what, just forget it. I just keep it to myself..” I start to get out of the car and walk to the bar. Cas gets out and stops me.

“Y/N I never…” He grabs my arm and stops me but I pull my arm out of his grip.

“No it’s fine Cas. Just go back to the boys. I’ll be here if you guys need me.” I open the door and walk through it. “Janet, can I get two shots of whatever, just surprise me?” I sat down at the counter and pulled out my phone. I got 3 missed calls from Dean, several text messages from all three of them, and 1 voicemail from Sam. I didn’t bother reading them, I just opened up my music and put my earbuds in. Janet dropped off my drinks and gave me a nod.

“What do you mean you didn’t let her talk to you?” Dean raised his voice at Cas.

“I didn’t mean for it to come off like that. I was just trying to remind her that she can talk to you and Sam too. She took it as if I didn’t want to hear it.” Cas sat down across from Sam. “She’s at her favorite bar. She’s not doing okay.”

“Which is why you should have shut your mouth and let her talk,” Dean screams and walks off.

“Don't take Dean’s anger to heart too much. He’s just pissed at himself for what he did to Y/N.”

“You mean what he did to Rowena?” Cas questioned.

“Dean doesn’t regret what he did to get Y/N back. He’s just upset about how she found out,” Sam corrected his statement.

“I didn’t mean for her to feel that I didn’t care, Sam. I just wanted her to know that you two would help her too.”

“Well either way, she needs to talk about it. She’s different, sleeps less, doesn’t eat even though she doesn’t need to, or even enjoys watching those tv shows that we used to enjoy.”

“Well in time I’m sure she will get back to normal.” Cas looked over to the carvings on the table and traced Y/N name. “She is after all the first being to walk the earth before God gave her the gift of being an angel and everlasting life.”

“Don’t really think it's much of a gift more of a curse,” Sam and Cas chuckled. Dean walked back into the library.

“I’m going to the bar to get her. Anyone coming with me?” Dean puts his flannel on and looks at the boys sitting at the table. “Fine, I'll go get her myself.”

“Dean leave her alone for a bit. She needs time to process everything that happened,” Sam protests Dean's offer.

“She’s had time,” Dean stands in front of Sam.

“I’m just saying Dean she just found out that you tortured the her friend to get her back from being tortured. Then, to her, Cas basically said to handle her shit alone.” Sam shared a look of sympathy with Cas. Sam whispered an apology.

“Fine but if she’s not back by tonight then I’m going to get her,” Dean walked off again.

I lost track of time after about the 13th shot. “Okay honey you’re cut off and it’s time for you to go home. Do you have someone I can call?” I shake my head and get up off the stool slipping on the wet floor. “SHIT! Sorry I mopped earlier and forgot to put a sign out.” Janet walks around and helps me to my feet, I'm laughing my ass off.

“I have to pee,” I say through my laughs. She walks me to the bathroom and after the door shuts I open my wings and fly home. I just fly back and pick the classic up tomorrow whenever I can.

When I landed at the bunker door it was a bit of a rough landing and I flew right into the door. “Ouch!” I layed down but after a moment the door flew open.

“What the hell happened Y/N?” Dean’s voice is the first one that I hear. Before I speak I can feel Sam and Cas helping me up.

“Come on let's get you into your bed,” Cas puts my arm around his neck and starts walking me down the stairs. After the first three steps my foot slipped and I tumbled down the stairs. “Fuck!”

“What the hell Cas?” Dean shouts. Sam just moves down the stairs and helps me.

“Come on Y/N let's go to bed,” Sam picked me up but I pushed him off.

“I don’t want to go to my bed. I don’t want to sleep next to the man that tortured my friend.” I stand up and walk to the kitchen, stumbling every few steps. Sam looks at Dean but sees Dean looking down in disappointment and pain.

“Y/N.”

“Wait.” Sam and Cas chase after Y/N. “Y/N Dean just wanted to help you get away from Lucifer.” Sam tries to reason with the pissed off woman. But I just raise my hand and walk off to the fridge and grab a couple oranges then head to a new room.

I lay down on the bed and start peeling my oranges. After a few minutes of thinking and trying to work through my emotions I curl up in bed and go to sleep. Letting the drunken state hopeful take me to a land of dreams where there is just peace and happiness. Wish it had worked though, however the torment that He put me through hadn’t let up. Blood, tears, pain, and fear creep into my dream but I don’t care anymore. I let myself relive it over and over.

#dean x you #dean x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #lucifer #supernatural #please like my art #fluff

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sharkdream3421 · 2 years

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Ch'p X Reader - Living two lives

Word Count: 1906

You sat at the bar drinking your beer. You were talking to a couple who had interesting lives. The husband grown up in Ohio, which is pretty far away from South Dakota. I mean you ARE in South Dakota right now drinking at your favorite bar The Dunk Place.

Once you notice that you finished your second bottle of beer you set it down on the counter. You looked at your favorite bartender, Ryan.

"Another one Ryan," You demand nicely.

"Another? Wow Y/N you must be strong today." Ryan noticed.

Your life was pretty bland. You have a job at Barns and Noble, early on in your life your family all died from a car crash including your Mom, Dad, and your brother. You were only eleven when the accident happened so your grandpa and grandma decided to take you in with them. Then they...died too, when you were twenty. It just seemed like life was against you. Everyone that you ever loved just vanished before your eyes.

Your second life was being a green lantern. You have been a holder of the ring for five months. You learned that your previous holder was Sinestro. Rumor has it that around the green lantern's planet Oa, is that he used to be a respectable leader among his comrades. When everyone heard Sinestro turned against them all some were hit hard, some were sad but held it together.

When you first arrived on Oa in your slim green suit. Your teacher was Ch'p the Squirrel. He had small ears, big fluffy tail, small claws, and his green suit covered over his whole body. He also would float, run on four legs, or stand on two legs. His mask had one patch on both of his two eyes. You never saw his own eyes yet just the covering of the mask. Ch'p was a great teacher to you, and a good friend, he was like your best buddy. He was kind, compassionate, fearless, honest, selfless, and most of all he cared about you. You were his student of course. He taught you how to fly, how to construct, and many more secrets the ring had. Surprisingly, Oa actually had a cafeteria. So when you were at lunch you talked to Ch'p and learned that he was born on the planet H'lven, which also consisted of anthropomorphic chipmunks and squirrels. You told Ch'p all about Earth. There being chipmunks, squirrels, sharks, dolphins, humans like yourself, and many more species. Ch'p was very interested about your background, and he felt empathy toward your dead family.

Your job as a lantern was to protect Earth your home. You occasionally talk to Hal Jordan who was also another Lantern assigned to protect Earth, and was a member of the famous Justice League. Ch'p's job was to defend his planet. Your jobs as lanterns in more detail is to protect certain areas of the galaxy called sectors from incoming threats. Yours was 2814, which was Earth of course.

Back to your current situation. You were peacefully drinking your bottle of beer until some man sat by you.

"So really pretty. Say why don't you come with me and go for a drive?"

You took one last sip of your beer before you smacked the bottle on the table and looked at the man with a very sassy and pissed off face. The man was about to touch you until you grabbed his arm and with all your strength you flipped the man over and he landed onto the floor.

"Thanks Kilowog." You quietly whispered to yourself. Kilowog teached you that fighting technique. Kilowog was mean and kind of a bossy person at first when you were in your beginners class with him, but as time went on he showed his soft spot and you two started to become friends.

"I already have a boyfriend." You told the already berated man. Then you quickly tipped Ryan and walked out of the bar. You quickly ran around a corner in the street and checked to see if anyone was around. You then took out your green ring and set it on your finger. The green fabric of your suit quickly appeared over your clothing, and your mask shined upon your face. You launched up in the air towards space, and traveled towards your destination. Oa, specifically to see Ch'p.

On Oa...

When you arrived to Oa you waited in the line for the green energy waiting to charge your lantern. You were also waiting for Ch'p to arrive you haven't seen him yet. Meanwhile, you were over hearing Hal's and Tomar-Re's conversation.

"It's just that aliens aren't entirely welcome on Earth. I guess you could say our form of entertainment is watching aliens turn people get turned into goo and humans at war with them. Right Y/N?" Hal said turning towards you thinking that you heard his conversation.

You got out of your daydreaming and looked at Hal, "Huh? Oh yeah in a way, but I just wished Ch'p could be on Earth. I'm just worried about him getting blown up by the millitary..." You just then kind of faded off into the distance thinking about the horrible things the government would do to Ch'p if they found him. Would they experiment on him? Turn him into a raccoon? Oh the most horrible things you can imagine.

"What is a millitary?" Tomar-Re asked in confusion.

"Let's just say they are our version of being the protectors of my planet." Hal admitted. "Anyway Mrs. Stargazer, don't worry Ch'p will come."

You again got out of your space-dreaming and looked at Hal in concern. "I just worry for him, that's all."

Once it was your turn to charge your lantern, you put the lantern up to the energy core and wait. After a minute you feel a gust of force against the lantern pushing you back a bit. Your lantern was charged. You step out of the line and go sit on the edge of a cliff and wait for Ch'p. That cliff was where you first trained with Ch'p and tested your flying skills. It was a great place for looking at Oa and seeing the stars together.

After a couple minutes your favorite squirrel finally arrived. He flew right into your arms as you hugged him, "Ch'p!"

"Y/N, I'm so sorry I got here late." He notified of his absence.

You brushed your hands against his ears causing them to flinch adorably, "It's okay I figured you were busy or something." You replied.

Ch'p cuddled onto your lap, "A sector needed my help for trying to stop a threat to their planet, which delayed my time to having to charge my lantern and being with you."

You kissed his forehead and petted his head. "Your my hero," You chuckled.

Ch'p gave a small sigh, "Being a lantern is hard. Although, I still wish my planet would accept me, instead I'm still an outcast. However, the guardians gave me a home and Oa is my home now." Ch'p reminiscenced.

"Heh, living two lives is harder than one Ch'p. Having to be a lantern and having to live my own life on Earth is a lot of hard work. I barely get any free time." You say slightly frustrated.

Ch'p then climbed up your body, his head and your head came into contact. "Come on, let's go some where private, just the two of us." You were actually a little surprised at this.

"Okay." You said as you both got up and you followed Ch'p. You followed Ch'p into a room or an environment that had layers of crystals lined up one over the other. The perfect place for some privacy.

You sat on a crystal as Ch'p jumped up on the crystal and sat beside you. "Y/N, would you like to see me without my outfit, I've...I've never shown my own body to anyone before. Besides my homeworld of course, but I've never shown any lantern what I look like beneath this suit. So, I want you to be the first." Ch'p told you honestly.

He slid the ring off his finger, causing his entire body to be revealed to you and his eyes. He had tuffs and a bunch of fur on his body, all of it being brown. The mask that hid his eyes and eye color had disappeared. His eyes were amazing, brown, cute, innocent, and handsome. You set one hand laying on his cheek as your other hand went through the fur on his body. Those eyes of his looked like he was struggling with some sort of conflict at first, probably him thinking about revealing what he really looked like to you, but now he looked like he was relaxed. He felt calm in your presence, like you were the only thing that could keep him alive.

You kissed the spot between his ears as you petted the fur on his body. "Ch'p, I love you, and thank you for trusting me." You then look at him in the eyes as you stroke the fur on his cheek. "You know you can tell me anything." You smiled.

Ch'p crawled up your body and when Ch'p got close to your face, as you held him in your arms. He gave you a little lick on your cheek making you chuckle. "I know, and I'll always love you. Your the only thing I think about when I'm not near you. I just wish we could be together forever, without being lanterns." Ch'p said his thoughts as he looked in your eyes.

"Heh, if we weren't green lanterns then we wouldn't have met. I will admit, it does suck but our rings are the only way we can see each other. It's okay Ch'p we'll figure something out, besides your the one who always brightens my day." You confessed as you pet the fur on his big, bushy tail.

Ch'p leaned towards your face, but particularly your mouth. "Y/N, I'm sure your species have their own way of showing affection, but I would be very grateful if I could do it to you." Ch'p smirked a bit.

You blushed of course, "You mean kissing, with your lips?" You asked making sure that was what he was asking.

Ch'p gave you nod. You both leaned towards each other, Ch'p moved his mouth in a little weird way, but had his small brown lips showing. You chuckled a bit. Both of your lips connected feeling each other's presence is what you both always wanted.

When you both disconnected you suddenly realized something, "Ch'p you don't have your ring on. How come you can speak English?" You asked.

Ch'p laughed, which would always make you smile. "I started studying your language ever since you were my student. Lanterns don't really study other lantern's languages, but for the love of my life. Anything." Ch'p gave you a small little lick on the neck.

You chuckled, and gave him a hug. You wanted to be with Ch'p for the rest of your life. Sure he wasn't human, but who cared? Your in outer space, things are already weird. Whatever the future had for the both of you. You both knew that you would be there for each other and would get through it together. Their was one thing for sure, you weren't going to let the guardians break your relationship.

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#dc #ch'p #green lantern #green lantern ch'p #ch'p x reader #squirrel #hal jordan #tomar re

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Day 1: Metamorphosis

The story about how Yrsa gained her new form. Or is it really new? Word count: 1906

The setting sun cast its last rays on the city of Winter Dale, bathing it in a warm light. Along the busy streets walked wolves and companions of all shapes and sizes on their way home from their work. The shops in the main square were just starting to prepare for closing time and customers were hurrying to make their last minute purchases. In the midst of the haggling shopkeepers, the hurried scholars and the guards on patrol a pair of young lupins could be spotted walking towards the city's Temple of Totema. The female walked with confidence in her step while the male followed her closely like a concerned mother hen.

“Are you ready for this, my love?”

Yrsa sighed and gave her worried mate a reassuring smile.

“This is the third time that you have asked me since we left home, dear.”

She gave Fayrn a playful nip in the ear. He yelped in surprise and instinctively jumped away to the side, his fur standing on edge. Yrsa just rolled her eyes and kept walking.

“I am ready. I have been ready for this ever since I learned about the ritual and you know that. You also know that I am far from the first to go through the Change. The experience is different for everyone, but every wolf that we spoke to told us that the transformation is painless. The seidrwolves know what they are doing so there is nothing to worry about, my beloved. I will be just fine.”

The lupin male seemed to calm down at her words and nodded, quickly catching up to her once more.

“I know, you are right… I guess I am more nervous about this than you are. Perhaps it’s because I just found you again that I feel so unwilling to leave your side, even for a second.”

Yrsa felt her chest warm at his words. Her mate could be such a worrywart when it came to her, something she found incredibly endearing but also frustrating. She was not used to having someone concerned for her wellbeing, given her strong physical build and excellent sword skills. All her life she had been regarded as strong, independent and reliable. Having someone that wished to protect her rather than being protected by her was very unusual. Though it could be argued that most things surrounding her and her mate were very unusual.

It had all started with dreams, vivid dreams so real they felt like memories. She had dreamt about flying high up in the air, about strong wings that could carry her over land and sea, about feeling the cold winter winds swirling in her fur as she soared across the sky. At first Yrsa had written them off as just that, dreams. Surely they were only dreams. However, after a few weeks of having these dreams she had begun to feel uncomfortable in her own body. Her legs, her ears, her tail, all of it suddenly felt unnatural. Her entire physical being felt… wrong. As time went on she began entertaining the thought that maybe, just maybe, the “dreams” were more real than she believed.

Then one day she met Fayrn, her beloved mate, and everything came flooding back to her. She realized that the dreams were indeed much more, they were visions of a life lived previously. Another time, another form, but still her. A form of her that she unconsciously longed to return to. Once she had told her mate about her conflicting feelings regarding her body, he had offered to go with her to the Temple of Totema and ask the seidrwolves what could be done. They had told them about the Change, a ritual performed for wolves that wished to transform themselves.

A kind, old jocol had taken the time to explain the process to them. First, one needed to fill out a document with necessary information about the wolf who wished to undergo the Change. This information included things like the time and date of their birth, which of the four spiritwolves they followed, which pronouns they preferred and so on.

This information would then be used by the Head Seidrwolf of Totema to create a personalized ceremonial scroll written in Old Runes, an ancient language that only the seidrwolves remembered and used. This scroll would be used during the ritual to focus energy toward the wolf for which the Change was to occur.

Then secondly, one needed to set a date when the moon would be in the right phase for the ritual. What phase would be needed for each ritual would be told to them by the Head Seidrwolf of Totoma. Third and last was to perform the ritual in the temple. How the actual ritual itself was performed was a secret only the seidrwolves were allowed to know, but the jocol did say that they could differ in execution depending on which of the four spiritwolves the wolf wishing to Change was dedicated to, and the practices of that particular temple’s seidrwolves.

This ritual was not as unusual as the pair had expected it to be, and they managed to talk to a few wolves that had undergone the Change. Their transformations were incredible miracles in the eyes of the young pair but seemingly normal to the seidrwolves of the temple. In their eyes, the Change was as natural as a caterpillar becoming a butterfly.

As the two lupins walked into the Temple of Totema the seidrwolves dedicated to Orrin welcomed them. After the sun had set and the moon slowly started to rise above the city, the Head Seidrwolf of Orrin announced that it was time for the ritual to begin.

Taking farewell to her mate, Yrsa followed them into the chamber dedicated to Orrin where the ritual was to be held. The room was well lit with torches that spread a warm glow upon the stone walls. In the middle of the room was a round stone altar with runes engraved along the edges. In the ceiling was a large stained glass window depicting the changing of seasons. In the middle of the window was Orrin, his eyes looking down on them from above. The seidrwolves led Yrsa to the center of the altar and motioned for her to sit down. They carefully began cleaning her fur using cloth dipped in warm water scented with daffodils and daisies. The Head Seidrwolf explained that those flowers represented a change, a new beginning and the force of life. By bathing her fur with their scent they washed away her old being and prepared Yrsa for the next stage of her life. After she was cleaned the Head Seidrwolf draped a white linen cape over Yrsa’s shoulders while the other seidrwolves placed pinecones and unlit candles in a circle around the altar. Then the seidrwolves placed themselves in a ring at the base of the altar. The Head Seidrwolf retrieved the ceremony scroll from a nearby table, brought it over to Yrsa and placed it in front of her paws. She unraveled it, revealing a long inscription written in the Old Runes. She took a small box from her robe and opened it. Inside was a blue powder that she carefully dipped her claws into, then used it to paint the mark of Icerun on Yrsa’s forehead.

“Are you ready for the Change, child of Orrin?”

“I am.”

The Head Seidrwolf nodded and placed the hood of the cape over Yrsa’s head. She then motioned for Yrsa to lay down on the floor. It looked like she was covered with a thin layer of snow. The Head Seidrwolf walked down from the altar and grabbed a wooden staff with a large crystal embedded in its tip. Two smaller crystals hung down from it by leather threads. She turned to face the altar and shook her staff. The two crystals clashed together causing a faint echoing sound to bounce around the walls of the chamber.

“Orrin, great father of Icerun, hear our prayer! One of your children is ready for the next stage of her journey through life. The time of Change is upon us!”

She shook the staff once more and all the torches suddenly went out, leaving the room lit only by the moonlight streaming down from the glass window above.

“Her old form lay in darkness beneath the blanket of white, like the land during winter, waiting for the light to grant her rebirth.”

The other seidrwolves began to light the candles on the altar, one after the other. The small flames burned with a pale blue color rather than a normal warm flame.

“We pray that you shine your light down on her and grant her the power to change into the form she was always destined to have.”

All of the candles were now lit and the seidrwolves began to hum a low tone while slowly walking around the altar. The Head Seidrwolf shook her staff once more and pointed in towards the stained glass window.

“Orrin, great father of Icerun, hear our prayer! Grant her new light, grant her new life, grant her new strength. Awaken the ancient power inside her And let her take her new form.”

From the window above a blue light started to shine. It glows brighter and brighter, filling the room with a blinding light. It gathers in front of Yrsa, gathering at the runes on the scroll at her paws. Yrsa felt something starting to swirl around her, like a mist, slowly taking hold of her and lifting her up above the ground. It slips into her mouth, filling her lungs, filling her body, everything. It feels warm, like the sun during spring, but at the same time cold like rimfrost. Something deep within her seems to stir. Yrsa feels how her body slowly begins to change.

She felt her body grow larger. Her legs stretched and bent, twisted and turned. There was no pain, only change. Yrsa realized that it was almost as if her body had waited a long time to take a form other than the one she had been previously. Ears grew bigger, her front legs grew longer and thinner. Then they changed from legs into something else. Wings, large and powerful wings. Hind legs grew bigger, longer, stronger. Claws bent into a new form, like the sharp claws of a lapistrix. Then, as soon as it began, it was over. The swirling power lowered Yrsa back down to the altar floor before swirling up and out the stained glass window.

Raising her head she shed the cloak and howled. There she was, bathed in moonlight, in her changed form. Her true form. A volmyr! All of the seidrwolves joined in with her howl as the Head Seidrwolf recited something in a language Yrsa did not know. Then, with a final shake of her staff, the ritual was done. And Yrsa felt complete at last.

“Orrin, great father of Icerun, we thank you! The time of Change has passed!

Fayrn began to cry as soon as Yrsa re-emerged from the chamber, for he could see the joy in her eyes as she walked towards him in her new form. He ran to her as quickly as he could and nuzzled her cheeks, although he now had to stand on his hindlegs to reach her.

“I am back, my dear.” “Welcome back, my love.”

#lor-ch #lorwolf

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Introducing Finlay Heran, the Arv'hein of Talki, Tartarus - better known as my other favorite oc

Fin is, when counting all iterations of him, my oldest character out of the entire cast of the entire Broken Dimensions project. He came to life when I was 11 or 12 and I created a side character for a homeschool writing project (yes I was homeschooled for two years, don't ask me about it), and has pretty much been around ever since.

I adore him.

He is also a little shit. ( Read below the cut for why lol )

So some background on who Fin is as a character:

Arv'hein of Talki from 1906 E-10 onwards, inherited the title from his mother Syne when she abdicated the throne to him, cut her hair, and disappeared off the face of Tartarus to go run a freedom trail because running Talki was, at the time, incredibly stressful. She did not prepare Fin for this at all. Him learning to deal with that - and with her - is it's own continuous story within Coalition Collection, and he doesn't like her very much. (His dad, on the other hand, is Viridian Eagriss Heran, who is a sweetheart even if he's had to temper Syne's impulsive tendencies for over two thousand years. We love Viridian. he does also leave tho in order to chase down Syne.)

Botany nerd. Closeted botany nerd until the 1990s E-10, but a botany nerd nonetheless. He loves Tartarus's weird flora (and fauna, but it's easier to fight the plants). He loves it so much that it does, in fact, almost kill him several times and eventually gets him cursed. But y'know, that's just how it is.

Book nerd. I like to think he'd enjoy adventure novels, like Indian Jones in book form, or action/mysteries, if those are a thing (maybe they're a thing in his universe, idk). But he'd also read romance, erotica, and like, monster fucker erotica, which totally exists in abundance in Tartarus, a world of horrific beasts, megaflora, and magical demon people. And I think he'd be super secretive about it - like "hide the real cover with a book jacket from a botany book" secretive about it.

Starts out very "punch (stab) first, talk later," then slowly tempers that. A little. The reverts after getting cursed and goes a little crazy for a bit, but it wasn't his fault (that he got cursed. the stuff he did is pretty much his fault and he makes up for it)

MASSIVE flirt. Also bi, even though they don't use most terminology of that sort in the BrDim universe.

Bilingual - Talkian and Common Tongue, though he does know some conversational vocabulary in Mercishan, some words in Trivaalian, and most swears and endearments in Aetherian (eventually). (Does all that technically make him a polyglot?)

Is transmasc!! Uses he/him pronouns exclusively and can and has fought people for misgendering people on purpose. Not stealth, but also doesn't usually tell people. Like his close friends know - Hiro and the Chirrells knew him pre-transition, Alkaline Aviligne knew him during his transition, Ev finds out naturally - but it's not something he broadcasts. Though he does walk around and spar shirtless often enough that I'm sure everyone knows and it's like, fun background knowledge the entire North Tartarun Coalition uses to gauge the trustworthiness of outsiders lol

His chest scars are actually scarification not surgery scars. Transitioning in Tartarus (whether it's transfeminine, transmasculine, or tweaking until you reach your desired level of adrogeny) is as easy as a potion or potion regimen, accompanied by some medical magic (literally) to help the process along. (Other places in the BrDim universe have advanced technological ways to do this, should one so desire to medically transition. Tartarus is just partial to magic)

Adept fighter in multiple styles of combat, including several BrDim swordforms, whatever combined style of martial arts the Talkian military teaches, and others. Natural fire magic user, and should be a natural at Shadow magic because of his dad, but doesn't use it frequently enough until the 2040s E-10.

Can be an snarky and overly sarcastic and loves to poke fun at his friends, but isn't actually an asshole. He cares very deeply about his friends and those he trusts, so much so that the people who turned against his mother eventually grow to respect him once he settles in and takes over. He's fiercely protective of his people (those under his rule as well as those he identifies with and loves) and tries to do what's best for them by listening to his advisors when he can, and handing it back to them when they're full of shit (in the years right after his mom abdicates, they are often full of shit. He gets in some fights).

Very tactile with his friends and with his partners. So much so that you often can't tell who he's fucking vs who he's just really good friends with. He flirts with both parties, he hangs off of both parties, the biggest difference is that the person he's dating with usually react differently, or occasionally they'll both disappear for a bit and come back looking like they just shagged in a closet (which, yk, they might have). That all changes slightly after the 1960s E-10, by which he's learned what the loss of very close friends is like and cherishes time with them more - and presses romantic ventures with them much, much less (which is sad). Still very tactile though. Lots of hugs here.

Served three years in the Talkian Armed Forces before becoming Arv'hein (joined at 18 after completing a general education, was crowned at 21). He should have served until he was 25, which is when Tartaruns consider people fully grown (13 is a teenager, 18 is a young adult, 25 is a new adult, 100 is a true adult. Tartarun life expectancy is around 500 years, unless you're Syne Heran and took an anti-aging spell as a 130 smth).

He also has several tattoos!

The armor ref sheet (aka the most polished full-body peice I have of him that's also up-to-date) doesn't show any of them, but the sketches I included above show his double arm bands. Haven't decided 100% what they mean, but I like the idea of them having originally read something in Basic Tartarun (a conlang script alphabet I made a few years ago) that he then covered up with two blackout bands.

His mother's stylized crest on his back shoulder (because he thought she was dead for a few years)

Half a dozen little tattoos his squadmates gave him in the TAF or his friends on city night excursions

"Bite me" in BT on the inside of his right thigh

culturally-significant tail tattoos (in gold)

He gets Ev's "Razienne" sigil tattooed on his lower back as a joke, but turns out it gives them both a little shock when Ev touches it. So naturally they do the two-finger taser thing to him all the time.

He has a rose tattoo on the back of his neck/down his spine that's twined with magic and runes and activates the Arv'hein's crowns above his head (Syne has a similar one)

- Fin undergoes a lot of change over the course of Coalition Collection, though most of it is internal. His friends don't see it as clearly until he or someone else points out how he's changed and matured. That said. He's 163 in Book 2 (2040s E-10) and that's roughly the equivalent of being 25, mentally. Which means we've got this interesting dynamic where he's developmentally in his late twenties, but he's also been through 125+ years of war, politics, and emotional rollercoasters. Which is! Complicated!

But yes, I adore Fin. I'd love to meet him and ask him to teach me how to throw a punch if he was real lol

- As always, questions (here or in the ask box) are more than welcome!

#broken dimensions #brdim art #brdim ocs #finlay heran #original character #pen sketch #ballpoint sketch

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