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redxwater · 2 months

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Waiting Room (Chapter 2)

Leon Kennedy x F!Reader

(Content warning : this chapter contains bad eating habits, depression.)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

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Leon doesn’t really like to make dinner himself. You on the other hand? Love this kitchen.

It’s small but practical.

You also study music, just like Leon does. but your cooking skills definitely come in handy.

After finishing off the last few boxes you had to unpack the next morning you decide to make some breakfast.

You’re not a morning person, but you were exited for the first week at college.

You decide to be nice and make your roommate some breakfast too. You knock on his door and he groans “what?” He says with a very annoyed tone. “I have breakfast left over for you” you say and open the door a bit.

“I don’t eat breakfast” he mumbles. “Oh, okay. Well classes start in 10 minutes you should get up.” You smile trying to help a bit. The blonde guy stands up from his bed all of a sudden. “Don’t involve yourself in my way of living, and don’t bother me” he says while walking over to the door in a harsh tone. After his scold he slams his door shut just hard enough to make you flinch slightly. You stand there in slight awe before just walking out the door.

Leon put on his clothes for the day and went to lay in bed for a few minutes more. He was gonna have a bad day and he knew it. He was tired, and overall just meh. He eventually got out the bed and went to his class.

“Okay so, who here sings or likes theatre or musical songs?” The professor asks curiously. Leon was unaware of the fact you were in that same class as him now. He didn’t think you studied music, but it’s not like he really thought about it.

Leon zoned out fully during the question, so when the professor snapped his fingers in front of him and calls out his name he flinches. “Mr Kennedy, are you paying attention?” He asks. “What? Yeah I’m sorry..” he shakes his head and sits up again. “If you think this is boring, i suggest you pick another major.” The professor says with a harsh tone. “No, no i’m just tired. Should have gone to bed earlier sorry” you see Leon in a vulnerable light right now. Which was completely different from this morning.

Leon isn’t really intimidated by anyone except professors. But somehow he always manages to get out of all his classes with just a warning. “Yes, you should have” the professor answers again and goes on with the history of theatre and musicals.

“Uhm, yeah but do you want me to stay thanksgiving and Christmas?” Leon asks his best friend over the phone. “We don’t mind, maybe Christmas is better cause you got more time?” Claire’s voice sounds on speaker “Yeah Christmas is better, but i don’t like spending thanksgiving alone” he talks softly while cleaning the kitchen up a bit. “We can do thanksgiving then, maybe Christmas too” she speaks loudly as she walks in another room quickly. A second later she’s back. “Yeah sure, i’ll see you soon. Miss you!” Leon speaks up before hanging up. He goes into his room and starts on his homework, completely ignoring the fact he has a roommate who’s playing guitar on her room with the door open.

The blonde guy puts his headphones on and starts some studying after that, he takes a little nap on his bed with his door open. Your guitar strings ringing in a rhythm from a small distance helped him a bit, though he doesn’t know that himself.

Around 1 am he wakes up by your feet shuffling around the floor and some coughs. He slowly rubs his eyes and sits up to look at the light out of his door your shadow moves around to grab a glass of water, he hears silent shaky breaths and gets out of bed to grab some water and see what’s going on. He’s just a curious guy, he doesn’t know you. And you’re pretty sure he doesn’t wanna.

“Hey” he says in a tired voice. Raspy and soft. “You okay?” Leon speaks and grabs a glass and fills it with water. “What?” You try to compose yourself. Trying to not let your breaths get to erratic “I heard you- i mean i wasn’t listening i just picked up the shaky breaths and coughs..” he takes a sip of water. He doesn’t want people to end up like him, feeling shitty every day, all day. “Why do you care…?” You ask with a confused look on your face. “Don’t know..” he says and turns around. “I’ll be fine, but thanks for asking” i smile softly and take a big sip of my water before filling it again. “Right, of course” he says and shuts his bedroom door.

In his head, every time he tried to care it ends up wasted. It’s not true, you just don’t get why he’s nice now. Maybe he’s just not a morning person?

The next day you decide to skip breakfast, feeling shitty about what happened last night, you just pictured college a lot different. Especially your roommate.

Today you barely pay attention to the classes, and even guitar isn’t going well. You sit in your room after classes are done, the day seemed so long. Usually you’d play guitar to kill time, but it was like everything sounds out of tune. Fingers don’t know on which fret or which string they have to go, and your right hand doesn’t know what strumming pattern to follow.

Eventually Leon barges in, holding some new groceries. “You making dinner?” You speak up. “Oh, no. I can’t cook very well. Only pasta and stuff.” He replies loud enough for you to hear from the small kitchen. “Alright” you nod and continue trying to figure out your guitar block.

Eventually you put the guitar away and put your shoes on. “I’m gonna get some dinner, you need anything?” I ask opening the door, looking at Leon putting the groceries he got away. “Uhm, no thanks” he says, a but surprised by the question. You leave and decide to get some microwave burittos.

When you’re back you open the door and see Leon making some homework in his room with the door open and his headphones on like the other few days. “I got you a buritto if you want” you say, he doesn’t hear you so you put the burittos in the microwave and warm both up. After a few minutes you take them out and bring one to Leons room. You put it down on his desk next to his notes. He looks at the food and turns around. “What’s this?” He takes his headphones off. “Dinner” you say and turn back to face him. “Why?” Leon asks again with a confused look. “Because you need to eat?” You furrow your brows. Leon looks at you a bit strange. “Thanks” he says a bit hesitant. He doesn’t really get this treatment from anyone except Claire. You give him a tight smile and walk off to eat your own dinner.

After you finish you start a bit of homework and put on a movie on the tv in your room, before Leon approaches the doorframe looking tired. “Hey, thanks for the dinner…” he practically mumbles. “Oh, yeah no problem. Everything okay?” You ask him trying to be nice. He blinks slowly from exhaustion. “Yeah, just can’t sleep.” He leans against the doorway. “Oh, i’m sorry” you say and put your notes away a bit. “Can i do anything to help?” You add and sit at the edge of your bed facing Leon. “No, i just tend to feel guilty about things after i do them. So i just wanted to say sorry for being so worked up about the breakfast thing yesterday. I’m not used to people making or giving me things, so i just snap easily.” He tries to explain while picking at his nails. “No worries, if i can do something just let me know” you smile softly, hoping to help him. “I will, thanks for being so nice” Leon smiles for the first time since he’s been in college. “I try, now try to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow?” You crawl into bed slowly and turn off the lights. “Yeah, see you.” He waves and shuts the door.

Well that was nice of him.. maybe he’s not that bad you let your thoughts run your mind.

The next morning you make 2 sandwiches and leave one on the counter. You don’t wanna bother Leon because of last time, but you hear him on the phone. You knock on his door twice and wait. “Yeah?” He says a bit annoyed. “Sorry, i have breakfast in the kitchen if you want some.” you say softly. “Is that your roommate?” A girl speaks through the phone on speaker. “Oh, yeah it is.” Leon speaks with a bit of hesitation again. “Can she hear me?” The girl over the phone speaks again. “Yeah i can” you say a bit louder. “Cool, i’m Claire. Leons friend” the girl, Claire says a bit louder. “Hi!” You introduce yourself with your name and smile a bit. “Yeah i know, thanks for making breakfast for him!” She says sincerely. “Yeah it’s not a big deal, anyway i gotta go now i’ll see you. Bye Claire, nice to meet you” you smile and wave to Leon before walking out the door.

Maybe it’s not that bad.

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shoutaaizawas · 6 months

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↳ aizawa shouta x reader → ❝cared for❞

summary: you are sick but your husband aizawa is always there to take care of you no matter what. word count: 1.4k+ tags/warnings: fluff and comfort a/n: i'm currently sick and my brain is super out of it so i hope this isn't terrible but i wanted to write something. now that im thinking of it i've actually done nanowrimo while i was sick, november isn't a good month for me lol anyways this was supposed to be a simple sick fic but i gave it a little depth. also i lost my taglist so if you want to be on it please message me.

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You were in denial. It was flu season but you could not possibly be getting a cold. The sore throat, just allergies. The runny nose, just from the cold weather. The fatigue that made you want to lay down forever, just because you had been working a lot.

You were not sick.

Aizawa on the other hand could see it before you had even noticed the symptoms. He was a teacher after all and nothing bred more illness than a school. Hero Academy included. He would suggest you get some extra rest or take something but you refused.

Pain pulsed in your skull, your throat burned and you had a cough that once it started didn’t stop. Not to mention the haze you were in, feeling disoriented and exhausted.

A hand touched your forehead as you lay in bed suffering the moments after waking up. “No fever, that’s a good sign,” Aizawa said sitting down, the weight of him on the bed next to you. “Sore throat?”

“Yeah,” You said, your voice barely working.

“Headache?” His voice was soothing, not too abrasive for your overwhelmed senses.

“Yeah,” It hurt to speak.

“Here’s some water,” He said helping you sit up to take a sip from your large water container you always toted around. You noted that he must have cleaned it out and refilled it since the water was icy.

“Thank you,” You said.

“Why don’t you take a hot shower, and change into your favorite bed clothes while I make you breakfast, yeah?” He said, his hand gently rubbing along your arm.

“Mhm,” You hummed. “Sounds nice.”

“Do you need help getting to the bathroom?” He asked.

“No,” You said sitting up, your head spinning for a moment. “Actually, maybe.”

Aizawa gave a soft small smile at your stubbornness even now. He helped you up, you were able to walk fine you just felt dizzy. He kept his arm around your shoulders just in case you got too dizzy.

“Thank you,” You said once you reached the bathroom, he made sure you were steady before leaving. You turned the shower water on hot before getting in. The warmth of the water did help your congestion and it was soothing. You stood there for way too long enjoying the steam before washing up. By the time you got out, there was a fresh warm towel and your favorite bedclothes folded on the counter. You smiled, Aizawa really spoiled you. Even more so when he knew you weren’t feeling good.

Returning to your bed you got back in, under the fluffy black comforter. You felt better even though taking a shower had been exhausting. Aizawa always knew best even when you didn’t want to admit it.

Aizawa returns with a tray table filled with food. You sit up, making sure the pillows are perfect as he sets down the tray. There’s miso soup with tofu and a bowl of rice as well as a cup of tea and medicine.

“Eat first and then take this medicine, it will help with the symptoms.” He said.

“Thank you, it looks good. I don’t know if I can taste though,” She joked.

“It will make you feel better that’s all that matters.” He said taking a spoonful of the soup before lifting it to your mouth.

If you told a younger version of yourself about this scene, your loving husband doting on you, feeding you soup, and bringing you everything you need while you’re sick. You would be shocked, perhaps even horrified.

For so long you had taken care of yourself through good and bad, you made yourself soup while you were sick. You pushed through it and did what you had to even if it meant passing out on the couch to take a nap in between taking care of yourself. You could never imagine letting someone dote on you to the point of feeding you.

Yet here you were. The journey had been long and not particularly easy. You could still remember the first time you had gotten sick, you denied it. Even as you struggled to stand, your face hot flushed with a fever. You had passed out and Aizawa carried you to bed. Even when you woke you tried to convince him you could get your own medicine and make your own soup. Aizawa had been patient but firm with you.

It had been hard to let someone take care of you but Aizawa made it easy. He was gentle and not condescending. It was so clear that everything he did was out of love, out of concern. It finally clicked when he had gotten sick, you wanted to do everything for him. You felt so helpless, you had wished you could take his pain away, even if it was just a cold.

Aizawa had struggled with being taken care of himself but with your new perspective, you had been able to convince him.

“I can get it myself,” He had said trying to get out of bed. You had pushed him gently back, he was too weak to resist.

“Remember when I was sick and trying to take care of myself?” You had asked. “You refused and took care of me. I still argued it then but now I get it.”

“Get it?” He questioned raising an eyebrow.

“I love you so much, I love taking care of you when you aren’t sick.” You said. “I hate seeing you like this the least I can do is take care of you since I can’t take this pain away.”

Your hand held his cheek, his dark eyes a bit hazy from the exhaustion of being sick but he was listening. “We aren’t alone anymore, we get to take care of each other, and accepting that care is just as much of a show of love as giving the care.”

Aizawa had smiled that warm smile of his and pulled you into a hug that did lead to you getting sick which meant you had to follow your own words by letting him take care of you when you were sick.

It was a process, learning to let someone care for you. He did it even when you weren’t sick, sometimes little things you almost missed like putting gas in your car or getting stuff off your grocery list. He never declared what he was doing looking for praise or fanfare. That didn’t mean you didn’t make a big deal out of it every time.

You did the same for him, the small things that helped daily life but you also loved shopping for him. The last thing Aizawa did was spoil himself. In fact, you weren’t sure you had ever seen him buy himself anything that was a luxury or a novelty. So you had taken it upon yourself to guess what things he might want if he ever did get it thought. You bought him fuzzy slippers with cats on them or a fictional book you thought he would like. Sometimes it was fancier things like cologne or a watch. Eventually, you got good at figuring out things he likes.

After eating your breakfast Aizawa took away the tray, leaving your tea on the bedside table. He returned and closed up the blinds making it dark in the room which made it a lot easier on your sensitive eyes. He crawled into bed with the remote putting on a show you had wanted to start for a while.

Despite how gross you looked and felt Aizawa pulled you in close, resting your head on his chest where you could still watch the show.

"You're gonna get sick," You mumbled against him, not exactly wanting him to move.

"I work at a school, my immune system is strong as it gets." He reassured you.

“If you get tired just sleep, I’ll pause the show.” He said softly, his hand rubbing your temple trying to alleviate the pain of your headache. “You need all the rest you can get.”

“Yes sir.” You said jokingly. You took his other hand in yours squeezing it gently. “Thank you again, for everything.”

“It’s nothing.” He dismissed.

“It’s everything,” You said moving his hand to your lips to press a kiss at the back of his hand. “You might want to wash your hand."

Aizawa laughed, your head moved against his chest.

“I love you,” He said.

“Love you more.” You replied.

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imagineandwrite · 1 year

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Domestic Vibes (Headcanon)

I'm still writing Obsession vs. Love

Domestic?Shuri Udaku x College Student!Masculine!Fem!Reader Also Grumpy!Sunshine!Shuri x Slightly!Grumpy!Reader

Warnings: Mean!Reader and Mean! Shuri but they're slick with it, they're not mean to each other, I feel like Reader just needs a nice nap and she'll be fine. Reader is taller than Shuri, and Shuri has no decorum. Reader is grumpy but is soft-spoken around Shuri. Poor Riri just wants to hang with her bestie, I don't say anything sexual but I think it's implied that Reader is very dominant and Shuri is very... submissive. I think at some point I just let loose and just start dumping my thoughts, so there's definitely a lot of cussing and Reader talks like me... I've been told I talk "Proper ghetto" idfk

A/N: THIS IS NOT IN THE SAME UNIVERSE AS Obsession vs Love. I'm trying a new color code thing. Green is Reader and Purple is Shuri

Inspired by @shinsousliya's Domestic!Wife!Shuri Headcanons

Dating

When y'all finally start dating (which is a hilarious story I imagined but I don't have the energy to write. If you want it, let me know)

You thought Shuri was clingy before but now the nigga is SLOTH CLINGY! Holding onto your back, piggyback rides, held over your shoulder, or she's holding onto your arm.

Don't blame her though, she lost everyone so she needs to keep an eye on you

She's practically moved in with you and only goes back to Wakanda to do check-ups on the people and their safety (she is the Black Panther after all)

Riri has gotten used to coming home to Shuri and you laying on the couch or the floor watching tv

"I left you a box on the counter," Shuri said, her eyes never straying from the tv and her hands still playing with your hair. Riri sighs as she walks into the kitchen, greeted with the site of two boxes. One with her name and the other with MJ's name. "I wasn't sure if you were bringing MJ, or not, so I got something for her!"

Meanwhile, you're grumbling cause your sleep was disturbed by Shuri's yelling.

Speaking of sleep! We all know that College is a bitch, having a job doesn't help, and running a side hustle with Riri is kinda tiring.

Your sleep schedule is terrible

Your friends constantly call you Zombie or a vampire cause you look like shit while still looking sexy

"How is it that you had a bunch of girlfriends, have an amazing girlfriend who will do anything for you, and still have random bitches coming up to you asking for your number? Meanwhile, the other day a girl flat out told me no and asked my brother out in front of me." "I have no clue, maybe no one likes you cause you dress like Mr. Brown." (Yes, Tyler Perry's Mr. Brown)

At first, Shuri would try to get you to bed on time but then she'd stay up working while you slept. And you told her that made no damn sense

So now y'all stay up together until one of you (usually Shuri) slumps over and the other (you) has to carry them to bed.

Remember the clinginess I mentioned in the other post? Yeah, Shuri needs your attention on her

She will 100% let you talk her ear off about all your interests and hobbies

Why are you talking to this musty boy when you could be talking to her? Oh, he's your cousin? Well, she's your girlfriend, your very needy girlfriend.

Speaking of being yours! Tell her she's your "anything" and she's putty in your hands

"Hello, my love." "Hi, Sthandwa Sami." *soft giggles*

"Cause you're my girl." She's now latched onto you, good luck carrying a Shuri sized front pack

She'll ask you about your passions, knowing that there's a chance you'll go on a rant about it and she loves it when you explain things she "doesn't understand"

She understands almost everything about your passions, she researched it when she found out you loved it.

OH! Shuri learns your body's schedule so that she can make breakfast or ready a shower or bath, depending on if you are going to work or school

She learned your style so now she's constantly buying things for you and you're like "QUIT BUYING ME THINGS!" and she's like "But spoiling you makes me happy." and you, of course, don't wanna make her sad so you let her spoil you.

I don't know if Shuri really thinks they're flirting or is just really jealous but if she sees a girl staring for too long or breathing weirdly. She's ready to throw hands... unless you can stop her in time

"Is she staring at you?" "No, I think she's staring at you." "Sthandwa Sami, I am many things, but I am not blind." Cue her speeding towards the woman. "Apartments this way, my love! You can fight air instead of yanking her hair." (that rhymed)

It's either that or she finds a way to "accidentally" offend the person so they leave

"You're wearing a wig, yes? I can see it lifting at your ear where you didn't glue it properly."

"Your shoes don't match your outfit, is today a tacky day? Or what do you Americans call it? Mitch-match?"

She's so mean but she looks so innocent, so confused while saying these things that people think she's genuinely curious. Meanwhile, you're trying to find out if you want to laugh or find the nearest exit so you can deal with her

While you're in class, Shuri is either working on a lab project or she's running errands/doing work for you.

Again, I'm keeping @shinsousliya's headcanon in mind

So, you're a college student running a business. Maybe you're selling hair care products. Just because some old people can't tell if you're a dude or a chick doesn't mean you have unkempt hair.

She bought a printer for you so you wouldn't have to keep using your friends' or the library's printer. She's piping shea butter hair cream into containers, pouring hair oil into bottles, and sticking labels on them.

She'll restock your ingredients, and buy another mixer for you so you can make two batches at a time instead of one.

One time, she sat you down and created a schedule for you. It's got what classes you have on certain days, restock days, wash days, birthdays, vacation time, etc.

Since you both know, you're not gonna keep up with the planner, she has complete access to it. She'll add things to it and you'll get a notification on your iPhone, iPad, laptop, and kimoyo beads.

Did I mention she got you kimoyo beads? You have them as a necklace and she made you Kimoyo earrings as well so you both are matching.

I know y'all THINK she's tall, but shawty is a shorty.

I feel like you'll walk into the kitchen and just see her chilling on the counters. Like literally on the counters. Like crouched on it, like a cat, type chilling.

She goes to you to clean her wounds from being the Black Panther

You've learned a bunch of basics and more of First Aid and such

But she's so whiny and so sensitive

"I'm kindly requesting that you sit still," You mumble, carefully picking a bullet out of the hole in her side. "It hurts," She whined, shoving her face into a pillow to muffle her groan of pain. "I know, my love, but I got it," You sigh, placing the bullet on a tray next to you and grabbing the cloth wraps. After cleaning around the wound, you kiss her hip before wrapping her waist. Stopping whenever she flinched back to give her a break. "I'm done, love." You kiss her temple as you carefully guide her to lie in bed.

She's super annoying but it's cute so it's okay

Like she's following you around whenever she can

As soon as you get home, she's guiding you to the couch or to your room so she can just lay on you

If you say or do something stupid, she's quick to pinch your side

It's gotten to the point where fi you can, you'll move away from her and then say it so she has to get through obstacles to get you

By the time she's with you, she just wants to hug you

Accidently snaps at you for no fucking reason

It's toned down now that you've fixed it, but SHEEEESH

when y'all first started dating, she snapped left and right

"You okay?" "I do not need you hounding me, I'm fine."

"Maybe take a break." "Stop telling me what to do, I don't need a break I need to finish this. You need to leave!"

"Sweetheart-" "No." "Excuse me?" "Can't you see I'm busy?"

At first, all you did was give her a look and that would fix her up

But then you talked about it with her and tried to figure out why she would snap so frequently

Poor baby would be overstimulated and the only way for her to be pulled away from overworking was to snap at you

She likes matching with you, even if you're in different countries

She'll call you so you can plan your outfits together

Sometimes she'll get lost in thoughts of her future with you

DEFINITELY TOOK SOME OF YOUR CLOTHES WITH HER TO WAKANDA

You call her and see her drowning in your hoodie

"Ma'am..." "Yes?" "That's my hoodie." "I know." "Why do you have it?" "Cause..." "Okay, my love."

That's another thing! Y'all don't even have to say anything, you just know when the other is feeling a certain way

Has and will ask you stupid shit just so she can see your reaction

She invited you to Wakanda and you met Nakia and had to do a double take

"I'm looking respectfully."

And Nakia of course has been around the world and has spent time in Nakia. She knows exactly what you mean by that and she is amused. Shuri is not

"If you're going out in that, put on a jacket. I don't want you sick."

If you're like me, I'm an introvert but if I have to, ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO, I will talk to people

Your social battery starts depleting at 5 people if they're strangers.

On a very good day you can do 6

Shuri is perfectly fine with this, cause she doesn't like talking to people either

It's more of a "What's out there that we don't have in here?" than a "People are terrifying" thing

Physical Affection

You're either spooning her or she's laying on top of you with her face in your neck or on your chest. If you move, she moves. There's no separating

"Unless you want me to pee on you, move." Softly nudging Shuri off you. "I'll come with you." Getting up to follow you to the bathroom with a soft grin. "Do me a favor and don't. Just plant your ass on the bed." Pushing her back on the bed and wrapping her up like a burrito.

One of you is wrapped in a blanket laying between the other's legs while they read to the burrito blanket person

I feel like Shuri likes to nuzzle you. Like if she's sitting behind you, she'll nuzzle the back of your neck or your shoulder. She'll nuzzle your cheek.

OR! She'll give you Eskimo kisses, which is just rubbing your nose against someone else's nose

Buries her face in your chest. Doesn't matter if you're flat-chested or your breast is big (like me) She'll shove her face where she can

Goodnight kisses, very important. DO NOT MISS OUT ON HER KISSES

Thump. You shove the pillow off your face and back into Shuri's hands. When you finally open your eyes, Shuri glares down at you from her place on your lap. "What?" "Do not 'what' me!" She whispers, thumping your forehead before crossing her arms. You sighed as you sat up, placing your hands on her hips to keep her on your lap. You swiftly pecked her lips, quick to move out of her reach when she tried to deepen the kiss.

She'll bite you. If you're like me, then you'll bite her back.

Or you're the one who bit her first

She's constantly messing with your hair

If you don't have any hair, then she's playing with your fingers

If she senses your anxiety, and you're in public, she'll grab your hand

If you're in the comfort of your home, or at a friend's house, she'll hug you and kiss along your collarbone or jaw or cheek (wherever she can reach)

So if you saw the Meetings and Things post, then you remember that you'd pull her to sit in your lap whenever there weren't enough sits BEFORE you were dating

Now that you're dating, she likes to sit on your lap and just chill

She's gotten used to sitting in your lap and it kinda feels weird to not be in your lap or pressed into your side

Wrap your arms around her from behind and pull her into you. She immediately collapses into your arms

And good luck trying to escape her hold in the morning

Cause she's latched on TIGHT

How do we like the color thingy? I was gonna do a bit of NSFW headcanons but... I don't know... I'll probably mess with it in the future

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leggerefiore · 10 months

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Can I get some sort of sweet domestic fluff with Larry? Like he’s actually got a day or two off to spend with his spouse? Does he do anything besides catch up on sleep?

cw: fluff

Larry felt stunned when he pulled out his phone to check his planner to figure out his schedule for today. It was unreal to him when he saw two “No work today” written in the To-Do fields. He felt stunned. A true day off…

What should he do? Well, if he gave it some proper thought…

He proceeded to pass back out.

Finally… Sweet, sweet sleep.

Though, he woke up not much later to a gentle hand shaking him awake. You kneeled beside him with a sweet smile. Larry yawned as he brought a hand up to rub his eyes. “I made breakfast,” you told him, “I tried… Uh, the kind you really like, but I'm not too sure how I did.” Larry blinked a few times before nodding and leaving the warmth of the comforter. As he headed out, his Staprator gave a caw at him from his perch. It felt so strange being at his home still.

The businessman followed you into the kitchen and sat down at the table. To his complete amazement, the table was full of dishes. Rice, grilled fish, soup, an omelette, some sort of vegetable dish and a pickled radish. How long had this taken you? He was already drooling. It had been too long since he last had a Johto style breakfast. His preferred taste in foods, not really a secret to those who knew him, despite his usual facade.

“Ah. Thanks,” his usual tired monotone came out against his clear excitement for the food, “You really didn't have to do all this. I would have been fine with a Paldean breakfast…” He may have a preference towards foods from Johto and Kanto, but he was well aware cooking that style was not easy nor were the ingredients that common in Paldea.

“It's nothing,” you told him while taking your seat at the table with him, “I was just amazed that you actually have a day off and wanted to surprise you with something nice.” Larry gave a curt nod before eagerly going in to enjoy the food. He felt delighted to have such a good meal after finally getting caught up on his lost sleep somewhat. You gave another sweet smile at him.

Larry shifted as you laid your head on his shoulder. Some food show played on the television, mostly as background noise for his nap. You had managed to weasel yourself onto the couch with him. His arm had come to rest across your shoulders, and you had one thrown across his chest. There was going to be no nap in this position. He sighed and let his free hand come to hold the one you had tossed across his chest.

He would admit that this was a pleasant change from spending his whole day off napping. Cuddling with you after his long, stressful hours had become something that he looked forward to. The show seemed less boring now as he focused more on the feeling of you pressed against him warmly.

“Uhh, love, you really don't have to do this,” Larry groaned as you leaned over him from behind. Your hands pressed against his exposed shoulders, having taken to wearing a tank top due to the summer heat. It felt pleasant to have you press your thumbs into the tense muscles of his back, but he did not want you to feel obligated to do such a thing.

You gave a scoff at him and continued your massage on his shoulders. He had taken to complaining about his back recently. The businessman grew lax at your touch and let out a soft moan. A smug feeling bubbled up in your chest. Larry accepted his fate of being forced to relax for now. “Thank you,” he spoke as you dug your thumbs into a particularly tense spot, “I'm already feeling a lot better.” You rolled your eyes.

“It'd be better if I could do your whole back, Larry,” you told him, “Come on, lay down. I want to make you feel born anew when you go back to the office.” The dark-haired man finally relented to you. It seemed you were just going to dote on him, no matter how much he insisted you did not need to.

“Hmm, do you think Staraptor would like this toy?” you asked Larry as you both perused the shopping district of Medali. He gave a look at the stuffed Tandemaus toy. Nodding, he placed it in the basket. Somehow, you both ended up walking around a pokemon care shop. He stocked up on extra food for his teams, and you investigated the toys. While he tried to play with them when he could, he knew that you could manage it much better than his capabilities.

You were close to his side as you both gazed at a tunnel toy. Instantly, you turned to him with pleading eyes. “Larry, Dudunsparce would that,” you told him plainly. He nodded and reached out to pick it up. He could already see the little snake burrow into it excitedly. It felt a bit embarrassing to admit you nearly knew his pokemon as well as he did.

“Ah… We should get more nesting materials for Altaria,” he suddenly remembered, snapping out from his thoughts, “She's been a bit broody lately…” You giggled at his words. A few people had gathered around you both, gazing at him with concerned expressions. He could only wonder why.

Larry felt nervous as you handed him some tomatoes. Why had he let you talk him into helping you cook dinner? An urge to ask you to instead go with him to the Treasure Eatery had to be suppressed. A challenger might somehow recognise him and attempt to battle him on his day off. He carefully diced them according to your request. He left the actual cooking part to you. The smell of spices hung heavily in the air as you seasoned the meat you were cooking.

“… It was nice spending the day with you,” you told him suddenly as he continued into chopping the lettuce, “I wish we could have more time together.” Larry found himself ready to nod along to your words but stopped himself.

“Me, too,” he decided to give a verbal reply, “I really enjoyed today. It was better than just sleeping my day off away.” You chuckled and moved the meat off the heat before moving a sauce of some sort onto it.

“I know you wanted to, though,” you sighed, “Geeta wants to work you to do death, I think. You should really talk to her about that.” He did nod that time, unsure what to say. His boss was a difficult person to speak to like that. She made her disappointment obvious in him. You finished your cooking and quickly arranged everything on plates. Larry took his own to the table with you following after him.

“I'll try to talk to her about getting more time off,” Larry said suddenly, to your shock, “I know you feel neglected by my work schedule.” You tried to walk back your statement, but the salaryman was not dumb. He slowly reached out to grab your hand. “I doubt she'll do it, but… Well, I want more sleep and time with you,” he let himself break his facade a bit, “I love you, dear.” You felt relieved by his words.

“I love you, too, Larry,” you leaned over to kiss him.

His night was spent cuddled up with you in bed, completely unconscious.

In fact, he slept so well that he slept through his alarm the following morning.

Ah, he thought, Geeta definitely won't listen to him now.

#larry x reader #pokemon larry x reader #pokemon x reader #larry/reader #pokemon larry/reader

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davris morning routine hcs?

YOU CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD I WAS PLAYING MINECRAFT cracks my knuckles. this kinda turned into sleeping habit and self care hcs as a whole sorry not sorry -vriska is not a night owl or a morning person but she IS a long and heavy sleeper. do not wake her up before she is good and ready or you WILL get torn a new asshole bare minimum. if the verbal lashing does not work she will escalate immediately and directly to grievous bodily harm -dave is probably the only person who can manage this without dying but even THEN he would much rather get on her ass about going to sleep on time than get on her ass about getting up in the morning -dave is a much lighter sleeper and honestly naturally a nap guy. i think on a genetic level the strilondes dont sleep long even when they DO manage to sleep (dirk and rose are notorious insomniacs) but i dont think dave really minds it -nobody knows when he sleeps but he does! hes just Constantly Around -this was only further reinforced by living with bro and being trained and all that jazz so daves sort of got a built in alarm clock (lol time player) -in that vein dave can kinda predict when vriska is gonna be up based on what time shes gone to sleep so he can be in and out of the bathroom before she needs to be in there which is. a very very good thing -i think dave was a lot more anal (and anxious) about what he looked like when he was a teen (to the point of being unable to leave the house if his hair wasnt JUST right) but hes way more lax about it now -that being said i also dont think hes gone fully curly girl now that hes okay with his hair having a single iota of texture whatsoever. he just combs it into the style he wants it to dry in and lets nature take the wheel after that (its very soft and vriska LOVES to touch and tousle it) -he MAYBE uses a light pomade while wet if anything but thats only if he NEEDS his hair to stay nice all day -vriska on the other hand. woo buddy. -depending on how im feeling about her styling, shes either full 17 step curly hair routine or blowdried + straightened + hairsprayed until its crunchy even if her hair is naturally already straight -like im sorry shes SO emo -i think a lot of that stemmed from the sort of persona she put on to protect herself that ended up becoming her taste Anyway -the full face of makeup + done hair carries a very Intentional feeling that makes her seem a little less off the wall, has-no-clue-what-shes-doing than she really IS -ultimately its about control! having more control over the interpersonal dynamics and the flow of things based on the kind of assumptions people make about her based on the way she presents herself -dave was doing his similarly insane hair routine at 13 14 15 for the same exact reasons -dont let her fool you though its all smoke and mirrors -when she was in her teens it was definitely a full coverage foundation + powder foundation + pencil liner for EVERYTHING situation and loads of dark eyeshadow -in her adulthood though i think shed be alright with like. a much more lightweight base like bbcream or even just concealer in spots for daily wear and she saves the full face beat for more special occasions like dates and shit -as much as i think dave finds later on in life that he actually kinda enjoys cooking, hes not up making a Full Breakfast every day -theyre both perfectly fine with like. toast and microwave breakfast sausage to eat -vriska however is not to be trusted with the stove. she sucks SO bad at cooking save for the few dishes shes ruined enough times that shes got the experience to do it right -both of them are horrible caffeine fiends. they will drink soda or energy drinks with breakfast and then wonder why their fucking stomachs hurt later -i think in the case of NEEDING caffeine vriska is much more varied in her intake sources--energy drinks, soda, coffee, and tea are all viable options depending on how much energy she feels she needs -dave though... he feels like the "starts with an energy drink and only drinks other stuff when he has a craving" kinda guy

-though maybe thats the raging adhd you tell me -their bed is almost never ever made and both of them live in organized chaos. whether or not they ENJOY the chaos is a different story entirely -vriska is a blanket hog AND a pillow hog so they eventually had to settle on each having their own blankets -vriska loathes mint toothpaste and dave is a cinnamon toothpaste guy so you can imagine how much of a eureka moment vriska had the first time she spent the night -and yes that means she was just bearing with the mint because she had no clue there was any other option -uhhhhh i cant think of much else more on this topic i hope u enjoyed <3

#homestuck #dave strider #vriska serket #vriska #davris #davevris #we8comic #ironies in the fire #q+a with vel #Anonymous #I THINK THAT ONE GOT A LITTLE AWAY FROM ME #i had to wrack my brain about morning routines because im not consistent at all with mine #ANYWAY THESE ARE FUN!!! ive actually not thought about some of this stuff a lot so #its kinda interesting to see what bubbles up out of my brain when im presented with an angle i never considered hee hee #dont ask me about the weird gap in the text block. i literally cannot post it without it

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nbofvoid · 11 days

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The Labyrinth

I was just sitting there, minding my own business and eating some popcorn when this came and clocked me over the head. The basic idea for this was that a very easy parallel could be made between Techno and the Minotaur, but I also refuse angst on this fine day so I made Tommy Aridane. Kind of.

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He stares up at the shelf. The books on there are juuuust out of his reach and there are ones on the lower shelves, but he's already looked through all of those ones. He wants to have something new and Tommy's been gone for longer than he expected so he can't feasibly ask to have one or two pulled down for him. Plus he got bored of the toys quickly. Tommy not being there to play with him really makes the adventures boring.

He tilts his head, judging the height. He might be able to jump for one of the shorter books, but the couple he can tell are shorter are also closer to the wall. There really needs to be a way to grab these things. Tommy's shorter than the highest shelves, but he knows that Tommy's able to get things down from them.

His fingers barely brush the spines of a few of the books, not able to actually grab any part of them by the time he's fallen back to the ground. He pouts at it. This isn't fair! Tommy said he's be back before he got too bored and he's already played as much as he wanted, taken a nap, and gone through all the books twice! Tommy should be back by now so they can do something together. Even if it's going into the other rooms and cleaning up the floaty things that make him sneeze, it would be something.

The books on the lower shelf taunt him. Their colorful promises of entertainment lies as all of their words and images instantly pop into his head fresher than his memory of being woken up by Tommy for breakfast.

Something shifts, his ear pricking up as he spins to the door. That's Tommy! He's back!

He runs to the door, scrabbling for the handle to push it open and shove his head out into the hall. Tommy said to stay in the room and he is, but he wants to see his brother as soon as possible after however long it's been since he left.

It doesn't take long for Tommy to turn one of the corners, a bright grin spreading across his face as he opens his arms and he runs out the door, jumping at Tommy's chest and clinging as he's picked up. Tommy's making soothing sounds. Croons that ease the tension he hadn't noticed as he responds with a vibrating purr. Fingers are running over his head, nails scratching lightly around his ears with each pass. It's perfect. Wonderful. He never wants this to end even though Tommy insists that at some point he'll get too big to cling like he is now.

Tommy starts moving, turning away from the room he'd been in all day and he hopes they're going to the nest room. It'd be nice to curl up under their sheets and listen to Tommy tell a story over a floating , shifting light.

Only, he smells the eating room instead of the comfort of their nest and that would be okay. Tommy made sure he had breakfast when he woke up and food for the second meal, but he was gone a lot longer than he said he would be. It makes sense that Tommy would want to make sure he eats before sleep. But, there's a strange smell that's growing stronger and stronger with every step Tommy takes. Tommy always tells him to avoid anything that might be strange. Sounds, smells, sights. He's supposed to avoid them and heading straight towards one is making his stomach knot.

Tommy's still making soft croons, more sounds than any kind of words, but there's no fear in it. Just comfort and the faint sourness that always clings underneath his scent.

He curls tighter in Tommy's arms, clutching at his clothes and tucking his face into the chest. Tommy's not worried about whatever they're approaching, but it's still making something inside of him want to hide. He hates it, but Tommy's never ever, ever put him in danger so he can deal with the strange smell for however long Tommy needs him to for food and a check up. He can be brave like the characters in the stories Tommy tells him.

"∴𝙹∴, ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ|| ᔑ∷ᒷ ᓭᒲᔑꖎꖎ," a strange voice says and he freezes in Tommy's arms.

Maybe if he's perfectly still, whatever it is won't be able to see him.

"╎⎓ ||𝙹⚍ ᓭᓵᔑ∷ᒷ ⍑╎ᒲ, i ᔑᒲ ↸∷𝙹!¡ ||𝙹⚍ ╎リ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ↸ᒷᒷ!¡ ⚍リℸ ̣ ╎ꖎ i ∷ᒷᒲᒷᒲʖᒷ∷ ||𝙹⚍ ᔑ∷ᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ," Tommy rumbles in warning, spitting the words out as they seem to hang in the air.

It's not aimed at him, hissed at the other thing in the room and he risks peaking up at Tommy. He has a scowl on his face, twisting the faint image into something he's seen make things start running away. It's never scared him, though. It only ever feels comforting to see and he turns his head slightly to see what Tommy's talking to.

Vaguely, it resembles Tommy. The same kind of build, two arms and legs, and fur that's only on the top of its head. But it's also different. Green and white where Tommy is browns, reds, and yellows. Its face is static. Not moving in any way where Tommy's is almost always changing.

It's weird and he's not sure why Tommy let it be here.

"⎓╎リᒷ, ⎓╎リᒷ. ᓭℸ ̣ ╎ꖎꖎ, ∴⍑ᒷリ ||𝙹⚍ ᓭᔑ╎↸ ||𝙹⚍ ⍑ᔑ↸ ᔑ ⍑ᒷꖎꖎ ᓵ∷ᒷᔑℸ ̣ ⚍∷ᒷ ╎リ ||𝙹⚍∷ !¡⚍⨅⨅ꖎᒷ, i ∴ᔑᓭ ᓭᒷᒷ ᓭ𝙹ᒲᒷℸ ̣ ⍑╎リ⊣ ꖎᔑ∷⊣ᒷ," the strange voice says.

His ear twitches. It sounds like it's coming from the strange thing, but there wasn't any movement to show it speaking. Maybe it's like one of those creatures in Tommy's stories that can speak in your head?

Tommy grumbles, adjusting him before stepping towards the various storages and rummaging through it with one hand. He keeps staring at the other thing over Tommy's shoulder. It hasn't moved anything besides the white bit to follow them over here so it might not be planning to hurt them? But being watched by that blank face isn't helping the swooping inside of him so he ducks back down to hide in Tommy's chest as a pleased click comes out of Tommy's throat.

"Hey, little shoat," Tommy whispers, speaking in the words he can actually understand. "Think you're up for eating a bit? It's your favorite."

He shifts again, peaking at the bowl in Tommy's hand. There's a bunch of the delicious things that grow in the darker areas. The ones that had Tommy panicking and hovering the first time he ate some, asking if he was okay what felt like every couple seconds and refusing to put him down for a lot longer. He's still not sure why Tommy was so worried then and even now he tries to keep them out of his reach and hovers, but they are the best. He doesn't get why Tommy doesn't like them.

The bowl is clenched in one of his hands and against Tommy's chest as he looks over the offerings inside. They all smell delicious. Not musty in a bad way and he really, really wants to grab some right now, but that would require letting go of Tommy. Which is not going to happen while that other thing is still here.

A faint cough as Tommy sits down across from the thing and he shifts to better get at the bowl. The first one he grabs smushes between his teeth and he can't help the pleased sound at the flavor seeping over his tongue.

"Would it be better to talk like this?" that voice asks. He pauses in chewing the top of one to glance at the thing. It's slumped over the table, the white part resting on top of part of the green.

"Whatever," Tommy huffs, running fingers through his fur. "...It's better for him." The white thing tilts and Tommy rushes to continue, "Anyway, I just need some help. I've been doing all of this by ear and I've only recently felt comfortable leaving for a bit to hunt."

He's pretty sure Tommy's talking about how the other words used to make him cry in pain as they rang in the air, in his head. They sometimes still do, but it's gotten a lot easier to listen to even if he doesn't understand what they mean. No matter, the bowl of treats is far better to focus on and he keeps letting out pleased sounds as he keeps eating and Tommy and the thing talk above him.

Something thudding against the table drags him away from the bowl, blinking at the familiar shape resting in arms reach of him. The color is different, but its shape is similar to his treats and a sniff has his mouth watering around the one already in his mouth. It smells so much better than even the ones in the bowl and he's reaching for it before he realizes, forcing his hand to still and looking up at Tommy.

He gives a small chuff, wishing he could actually get the words out to ask if it's okay to eat the delicious smelling thing or not.

Luckily, Tommy always seems to figure out what he's trying to say, scratching at his scalp, "It's okay. You can have it."

Permission granted, he grabs at the thing on the table, stuffing it in his mouth as fast as possible. It tastes even better than it smells. Faintly smokey and warm along his tongue and throat and it has a crunch that the other treats he has don't, but is so very pleasing and he wishes there were more than the one as soon as he swallows the last of it. He nudges at Tommy's arm, snuffling for any more of them but he can't scent any beyond the fading scent of the one he got to eat.

"He seems to be a full-blood," the other voice muses. "How long has he been here, out of curiosity?"

Tommy sighs, pulling the half-eaten bowl out of his lap. He whines slightly, but his stomach is also content so he's not sure if he'd be able to eat more anyway.

"About five years. That's how many celebrations have been held since I found him at least."

"Hmm. I can start looking around for any who started bragging about getting an exotic. So many of them love extolling their 'feats' until they become a problem. Plus I can grab the things you'll need to start a farm."

Tommy shifts, arms tightening around him and he glances between the two of them. That didn't seem like a threat. Nothing like the couple of times when something managed to get to their living area and attack him, so why is Tommy tensing? Is a farm a bad thing? Or was it something else in what the voice said?

"That's fine," Tommy finally bites out. "Just don't tell any of the others, got it? Things are already bad enough."

The voice hums and he can see the thing pulling back and up. It's taller than Tommy, white part tilting side to side at them before the voice speaks again, "That I can agree with. Take care, ꖎ╎ℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ꖎᒷ !¡⚍⨅⨅ꖎᒷ ."

It walks away from the table and he can hear one of the doors he can't see breezing shut. He waits a moment in case it's coming back before looking up at Tommy. His eyes are closed and a sniff reveals that the sourness has grown a bit, but there's also tiredness and relief overpowering it. He shifts, planning to raise a hand to pat at his cheek only for Tommy's head to bend down and bump against his. He chuffs, squinting his eyes and pressing back against Tommy as he starts purring.

He's not sure how long they stay like that, but eventually Tommy pulls back, wrapping his arms around him again as he stands. He nuzzles closer into Tommy's chest, feeling the vibrations of his own purring as Tommy starts walking through the halls again. He's more tired than earlier. Warm and full and being held by Tommy and his eyes are getting hard to keep open so he stops trying.

There's murmuring words washing over him and fingers rubbing against his back dragging him further and further into sleep, but he fights for the last few steps. He wants to be awake when they get to the nest at least. Tommy was gone for so long and he wants that comfort of knowing he's right there even if it doesn't make sense for Tommy to vanish while walking to the nest.

It's vague awareness of something changing, being put into a different position and something else being pulled over him that he can last recall before darkness claims him fully.

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Baby Techno! (He's like, almost 5 in this story, but still a baby.)

Translations for the runespeak in order-

Wow, they are small

if you scare him, I am drop you in the deep until I remember you are there

Fine, fine. Still, when you said you had a hell creature in your puzzle, I was see something large

little puzzle

Anyway, some details about the rest of the world if anyone's interested:

The reason Tommy doesn't want to get anyone besides Dream involved is because they're already dealing with the fallout of having the Blood God being destroyed. Which is also why Dream made the comment about Techno being a full-blood. The Blood God was in charge of the Nether and is currently 1) slowly imploding and 2) anything that has a strong connection to it is dying/going mad.

Yes, Tommy is stressed about that as well as the fact that Techno is mortal, someone dropped a baby in a death maze, and having to deal with the other things getting in. Hence why he's only just stepping out to try and find who abandoned Techno.

Dream popped up as soon as he realized Tommy was out of the labyrinth to start pestering him. They are the kind of friends here who are always getting into fights about seemingly random things, then teaming up to drive one person to insanity. Mainly because both of them are sort of gods of insanity??

Side note, Techno's actually considered a part of Tommy's labyrinth, so he's basically tied to Tommy's life now. He doesn't realize the others don't know this for, awhile.

I'd say it's up to the reader if Techno is the new/reborn Blood God

#bedrock bros #c!techno #c!tommy #technoblade #tommyinnit #mythology au #c!dream #i feel like im missing some tags but i dont know what they are

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daemonoferror · 1 year

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Asgard's Bard- Chapter 3

TW Phobia of birds, swears, Heimdall not being in a heimdall x reader fic.

Summary: Odin got you a gift, how nice of him! Also PROBABLY musical historical inaccuracies? Sheet music definitely is wrong. But I tried my best. My defense is if it's wrong, the dwarves or Aesir probably invented it early, okay?

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You're grateful when sunlight floods your room and signifies the start of a new day. At best you got in a nap, but you aren't tired. You feel energized, and the sun rising finally means it's a reasonable time to get out of your room.

Before leaving you made sure to grab the talharpa and its bow off the wall. It's not as familiar to you as the lyre, but it's close enough. You're just excited to play something at the pub, a personal mission in mind to breathe life into the space often occupied by the dead warriors.

You step out of your room and to the hall. You set the instrument on the table, and get a plate of food. It occurs to you that you could eat at the pub, but perhaps it's better to delay your arrival, as to not be cooped up in a tavern all day long. You sit down with a large plate of food, and an herbal drink with it. It looks and smells delicious. You only get a few bites in before a booming voice behind you makes you jump, almost choking on your food.

"Bard." Thor says. You start coughing, sending little shocks of pain through your back. You had almost forgotten that pain, your soft bed doing wonders for it while you laid awake, antsy.

"Thor!" You exclaim through your final coughs, taking a drink to help. "You startled me. How may I help you?" You clear your throat.

He stares you down, and you cannot see a single thought behind those sad eyes. "The All-Father is waiting for you outside." He says after a moment.

"This early? What for?" Thor shrugs, but for a split second there's a smile on his lips that he has to force back. He clearly knows something, but you'll let it slide. "Well, can I finish my breakfast first?" You ask, it'd be so sad to throw away a perfect meal.

Thor seems to think for a minute. A long minute, long enough to make you wonder if he's telepathically communicating with the All-Father for an answer. "Yes." He says at last, and he sounds confident in the answer. So much so he sits down next to you, making you smile as you take another bite and thank him for his patience. "What's that?" He asks, pointing at the talharpa.

"It's an intrustment, pretty similar to a lyre or harp, just with a bow string." You explain in between bites of food.

He chuckles, "I had thought your instrument came with a weapon." He says, pointing at the bow for it.

It makes you snort, "Ha! Yeah, you might get one good wack in, but it couldn't hold an arrow if that's where your mind goes."

"Good to know." He jokes, though he seems to seriously take note of the information.

"I was going to play it at the tavern today." You mention in between bites, "I guess that'll have to wait a while now." You mumble.

"I'll bring it with me. Was heading there anyways." Thor offers immediately. He reaches out for the instrument, and picks it up with more care than you'd expect- like he'd break it if he wasn't extremely gentle.

Figuring you'd be tired or busy with whatever the All-Father needed you for, you protest "Sure, but the All-Father's-" Thor interrupts you.

"It won't take you all day." Thor dismisses with a shrug, "probably." He tacks on. He's smiling again, and something tells you he's not great at keeping secrets. Part of his no thinking policy, perhaps. At least it reassures you whatever the All-Father wants isn't dangerous, or grueling. It's exciting, and encourages you to eat faster.

You shrug, and agree to let Thor take the instrument with him. "Alright. Thank you, Thor." He only grunts in response. You try to chat a little longer as you finish your meal, but the conversation dies fast. Thor doesn't seem to like speaking more than he has to, and clearly nothing else you have to say is interesting enough to him. Still, he must appreciate your company because he stays by your side until you finish eating.

The empty dishes clatter a bit as you stack them together and pick them up, sliding out of your seat to properly put them away. "I'm gonna head out." Thor tells you as you clean up, standing up with the talharpa in hand. He didn't wait for you to say goodbye before he started to leave, and soon after you'd follow after him out of the great hall.

All-Father is waiting right outside for you. He smiles when you step out, and extends his arms to you. "Ah! There you are!"

"Apologies for being late-" you start, you had no right to keep a god- much less the All-Father- waiting.

"No, no, don't worry about it. You're here now, that's the important part. C'mere, there's somethin' important I need your help with." Odin beckons you to follow him, but you're weary. A few feet away is a swirling circle of black feathers, just like the one Odin had stepped into yesterday, and been swarmed by ravens before disappearing. It was deeply unsettling to you. You knew of tales of Odin using the birds to travel, but it seems quite impractical and truthfully horrifying in person. Imagining a raven full of hatred flying straight at you made you grimace, and had you frozen in place. Odin recognizes the fear in your expression, walks beside you, and pats your shoulder, "I know, it's scary the first few times. But they're harmless. They can't move you anywhere if you don't allow 'em to, and it's so fast you don't even notice you left the ground. It'll be fine!" He reassures you, and gives you a gentle shove to make you stumble a couple feet. It's exactly what you needed to remind yourself you can walk, taking a few small steps towards the circle.

You do your damnedest to steel your nerves. You have to trust the All-Father, and you don't want to waste his time. So with a deep breath and one big step, you enter the circle.

"Ha! There you go!" Odin laughs, standing beside you as you squeeze your eyes tight. The flapping of wings and occasionally squawk makes you flinch. Hundreds of birds circling you almost like prey- it feels nightmarish. For a split second the ground is gone from under you, and your heart drops to your stomach. You nearly collapsed on the ground when it's over. You try to catch your breath, not quite sure where it went in the first place, a hand over your pounding heart.

Odin chuckles, "See? Not that bad." But his expression falls, seeing how shaken up you are, "Eh, well, you'll get used to it." He dismisses. Yeah, you'll get used to it, you repeat to yourself. It was only for a second, you're okay. Once your breathing evens and the ground beneath you feels stable under you, the realization you're in a new place sinks in, and you look up.

It's the middle of a city. There's a large statue next to you of Odin- at least the depiction of him you knew before meeting him. The town seems to be built around the lush greenery of the realm, the beauty of which could make you jealous compared to Midgard. It's extremely humid, almost unbearably so. The most stunning part though is the architecture. Small circular houses and buildings built into the landscape. Everything looks expertly crafted, with ornate details.

"Welcome to Svartalfheim." Odin says, and the name instantly clicks with you. The home realm of the dwarves. The craftsmanship makes sense, then. "Follow me." Odin commands, and you do as told, tripping over your feet a bit, excited to see more of the land's beauty. "So," All-Father begins as you walk. Out of nowhere one of his terrible ravens swoops out of the sky, straight towards you. Terrified, you duck, but the bird lands perfectly on Odin's shoulder. "Muninn found this last night." You straighten your posture to look at what All-Father was holding. A torn piece of paper. "I'm assume it's yours?"

The poem. Shit. Throwing it to the ground probably wasn't the best idea. Should've burned it instead. "Oh, yes. I'm sorry, let me just-" you go to take the page from him. He obviously tries to hold it away from you, but he's slow. It's enough to make you pause and give up, though, to ensure you don't seem rude.

"Eh, don't worry about it. Just know for future reference, Asgard had very strict rules against littering." He chuckles, "I take it your first time meeting Heimdall wasn't all you imagined?"

"Not- quite." You say begrudgingly, reminding yourself you're speaking to his father, the All-Father, who might not appreciate someone speaking negatively of his son.

"Yeah, he can be an asshole." Odin laughs, and his blunt reply makes you laugh too. "What'd he do now? Insult you? Yell at you? Accuse you of treachery?"

"Sort of all of it." You admit. The two of you walk across a bridge, which Odin stops in the middle of and turns to you.

"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me. You'll have to excuse Heimdall. He takes his job very seriously and- and, well, I think he worries." Odin shrugs with a heavy sigh. He nods to himself, satisfied with his answer, and continues walking.

"Worried? He knocked me to the ground instead of just asking me to step away from the lift. I'm sure he was so worried." You grumble to yourself sarcastically. You could almost feel the sharp pain in your stomach where the hilt of the sword hit you.

"Yes!" Odin answers despite you clearly not trying to speak to him. You worry you've struck a nerve, he seems passionate while he explains, "He's especially particular about no one going up on that wall. Thor went up there when he was drunk once, right? Dumb bastard lost his balance and fell off." You gasp! You had no idea! You'd never heard a story about it before either. All-Father just shrugs, "He had mjölnir, he was fine! But Heimdall hasn't liked anyone else on the wall since." His expression softens, he seems to realize he told a secret not meant to be shared and quickly tacks on, "ah, I probably shouldn't have mentioned it- it's a sore topic to both of em. You won't say anything, will ya?" He chuckles, a little embarrassed. He's like any other parent realizing they telling an embarrassing story about their kids.

"Of course not." You promise with a big smile. You could write a song about the great fall the God of Thunder took off the wall, and the horrified look the Watcher of the Aesir wore as he witnessed it. Except that seems like an excellent way to make an enemy of two gods, and would not bode well for you.

"Good. We're almost there, it's this building right up ahead." All-Father directs the both of you back on track. You can hear muffled music from inside. It's not a tune you recognize, in fact it sounds unfinished, by the sudden pauses after a note that didn't quite fit in, followed by the same melody with a new note. Still, the parts you could hear were beautiful, and the chance to meet a fellow bard was one you always met with excitement.

The building you enter is a forge. The heat inside doesn't offer relief from the humidity outside. In the corner of the room, the one furthest from the furnaces and other equipment, was a dwarf, sitting on the floor with an instrument in his lap. "Ah, All-Father. We were starting to wonder when you would arrive." He says curtly, without looking up or breaking from playing.

"All-Father!" Another dwarf drops what she's working on with a surprise gasp, turning to the both of you.

"Yeah yeah, it's me." Odin addresses the startled blacksmith. "Is it ready yet?" He asks impatiently.

"Yeah, of course! I put it away so it wouldn't get dirty. I'll go get it." She doesn't wait for a response before shuffling off to a connecting room. Odin seems annoyed by this, crossing his arms and tapping his foot as he waits.

In the meantime you walk over and address the guy playing music, "That song is beautiful."

His eyes dart up to look at you, seemingly accessing if you could be mocking him. "Thank you." He says, with a little semblance of a proud smile. "It's still a work in progress, something is off, just can't place what."

"Maybe you could try-" All-Father interrupts you, just now noticing you two talking.

"Ah, yes" He introduces you to the man and then tries to do the reverse, "and this is, uh, uh-" he snaps his fingers, as if trying to remember as best he can the man's name.

It goes on for an embarrassing long time until the man gives in, "Raeb." He answers for the All-Father.

"Raeb, Raeb, of course. He's a... uh. I don't know? A musician of some sort?" All-Father states with a shrug. He's clearly disinterested, but perhaps feels it important to talk, even if he has nothing to say.

"Sure." Raeb doesn't agree or disagree, but is clearly irritated. There's obvious tension between the dwarves and Odin. Neither of them seems to like the other, or even want to tolerate the other's presence. But the All-Father has been nothing but kind to you, even without being an Aesir. So the hate doesn't make much sense to you. "And you are the new 'bard of Asgard'? I am riddled with envy." He says dryly, words saturated with sarcasm. The smile on his face tells you he's joking, but the remark makes Odin scoff.

"You do not have to converse with him. It's probably best to ignore him." He advises you. Raeb takes this as his que to turn his attention back to his music.

You frown and tell him, "it's always nice to meet a fellow bard, though."

"Likewise." Is his short response, not looking back at you, indicating the interaction was over. At the same time, the other dwarf re-enters.

"People gotta stop moving my things." She mumbles under her breath. "Sorry bout that! Here it is." She beams.

She holds out a lyre, like the one you had at home, but so much grander. It's made of a red wood, with the sides plated in gold. It's covered in engravings, and you can tell it took a lot of effort and care to create. It's a beautiful instrument, and with a nod of approval, the woman walks past Odin to hand it over to you. You think this must be what had Thor so happy, the surprise All-Father had planned, but you didn't assume anything until it was in your hands. You treat it as if it's made of glass and easy to break, beford slowly looking to Odin with a speechless grin.

"Well? Play it. Make sure it's in tune and such." He encourages you, and very carefully you strum the lyre. It plays perfectly, and the strings glow a soft gold after they've been plucked.

"What-" you mutter in shock, turning the lyre back to you to watch the glow settle, the strings returning to their natural color.

Raeb speaks up at your wanderment, "I prefer mechanical elements to mine, but magic works just the same. Sort of." He mutters the last part with a shrug.

"Raeb was a big help. Don't let him fool you, he was so excited someone wanted a musical instrument. He had so much fun designing it." The lady, who apparently will stay unnamed, tells you.

"Well, it was all my idea. Unless you hate it. If you hate it, then... er, I don't know why we came here, why're we here?" All-Father looks around the room as if he's just an old man with a failing memory. When he's done with the bit, he laughs, "You don't hate it though, do you?"

"No, I love it, it's gorgeous! Thank you!" You beam brightly, holding the lyre close to your chest.

"Glad to hear it. In that case, we shouldn't linger. I have another matter I need to discuss with you." Odin kind of abruptly turns to the door, starting to leave without another word.

"Oh. Yeah, well- good day to the both of you!" You tell the dwarves as you leave so you can keep up with All-Father. Raeb waves to you in reply. A little ways away from the store, another circle of ravens are forming, and you feel your stomach twist. "What is it you want to discuss?"

"Well, it'll be easier to explain back at my study. There's a piece of music I want to give you. It's special, though, I found it while exploring the realms." His explanation stopped short as he stepped into the circle. He looks at you and frowns at your apparent uncertainty. "You ready?"

You take a deep breath and nod. You take a big step into the circle and stand beside him. As you close your eyes tight and hold your breath, Odin grips your shoulder. The birds flock around you, and it's still just as terrifying as before, but this time your brain knows enough to block it out, like a performance you were nervous about. The hand on your shoulder reassured you, to. When your feet didn't touch the floor, you figured it had to be already because Odin didn't budge in the slightest.

When it was over, All-Father patted your shoulder before stepping away. You breathe out and open your eyes. You're in Odin's study, and he's already scouring through each shelf and drawer for the piece of music.

"So, you've noticed all the snow in midgard, right?" Odin mentions as he searches.

"It's fimbulwinter, isn't it? You inquire. It had been here for over a year, with non-stop snow, but some people were still insistent that there was no way fimbulwinter had started.

"Yes, unfortunately." Odin sighs. He grabs a book and flips through it, stopping on a certain page and tearing it out. "But, I have a hunch that this can stop it." He grins and holds the paper up. "The title roughly reads 'rebirth of spring'. I found it originally carved in stone in Alfheim, and wrote it down in hopes one day I would find someone talented enough to play it."

"And I'm that someone?" You try to feign confidence and not laugh picturing yourself as some hero.

"Exactly. Now take this," he pushes the paper into your hand. "And I want you to take the next few days to learn it. Can you do that?" You look at the sheet music, it seems simple enough.

"Yes. A few days is all I need." You assure him with a nod, and he chuckles. In a few days you might regret promising that much, though.

"Good, that's what I want to hear! Go on, I've got some work to catch up on- and hey! Now so do you!" He laughs, shooing you away as he returns to his desk. As you leave he calls out to you, "Oh! And you are becoming a wonderful addition to Asgard!"

The affirmation makes your smile so big it hurts your face. You're not just a midgardian getting in the way, you're a useful member of Asgard! It feels amazing, and powerful. You walk proudly back to your room.

You sit down at your desk, lyre in hand and sheet music in front of you. With your new found confidence, you pick the first measure of notes. You think you do it correctly, but the notes sour when you play, instead of glowing gold, the strings glow a blood red. Your eyebrows furrow, and you try again, slower to ensure it's right. Once again the chords sour. Not only do the strings glow red, but an unnaturally quick annoyance falls over you. You grit your teeth and fix your posture. You huff, "okay. It's just dissonance. It's supposed to sound bad, songs do it to create interest. Just. Keep. Going."

You play the next measure, and it sounds worse than the first. "Shit." You cursed under your breath, "am I playing in the wrong scale or something?" You check, but there's nothing written to indicate one way or another. You still try adjusting the notes and replay the song. It's an improvement, but there's still some bad notes that irk you. You try to push through them and continue the song with hope it'll improve.

You play for hours, you start to lose track of time. Adjusting the notes only does so much to fix the music, and no matter how much you try to push past it, the awful sound grinds on you, makes you impatient and angry. Your teeth could just shatter from how tightly your jaw is clenched. The sound is terrible and hurts your ears. The strings do more than glow, they start to burn with every bad note you play. You don't even notice the cracks forming in the ground beneath your feet.

Something snaps within you after playing a particularly awful measure. You shoot up from the chair- knocking it over in the process- and throw the lyre down. "Shit! Fuck, fuck! Fuck this!" You scream, clasping your hands over your ears and crouch down. You can't recall ever being this angry over something so simple. Music takes patience, you know that. You shouldn't be mad, you just are.

"What are you throwing a tantrum about?" Sif's annoyed voice in your doorway catches you off guard.

"It's not me! It's this fucking lyre!" You yell. You stand up, stomp, and point at the offending instrument.

"You need to calm down." Sif orders, "I will not stand for this tone of yours." Her voice is fierce and not to be trifled with.

You scoff, but she stays and watches you pace around your room for as long as it takes you to calm down. "Why're you here?" You ask, wishing she wasn't as the anger tugged at you.

"Thor asked me to drop this off for him." She raises up the talharpa for you to see, before setting it in its place on the wall. "He was disappointed you didn't show up today."

The rage quickly switched to guilt. You promised Thor to play at the pub, but you had forgotten all about it by now! "Oh no! I didn't mean to, I didn't realize it's gotten so late!" You whine, putting your head in your hands.

"My husband does not need more reasons to drink. He needs to be a father to his daughter. It's probably for the better you didn't go." Sif assures you. She enters your room, picking the chair and lyre off the ground. "It seems you've been busy anyways. What are you working on?" She asks, tilting her head as she notices the music sheet on the desk.

"All-Father wants me to learn this in the next few days." You flop down on the bed as you explain. "But it sounds terrible."

"Hm. Did All-Father write this?" She wonders allowed as she reads over it.

"He copied it from a stone carving." You explain with a sigh, an ache in your back as you try to relax into the mattress.

"So maybe he just wrote it down wrong. Suppose we change the notes so they fit basic music theory?" She suggests and looks over at you.

"What? No! This is important, I need to play it just as it's written. There's no way the All-Father would mess this up." You protest and shoot up in bed.

"Sometimes it's necessary to break the rules." Sif states with an almost mischievous grin.

"Not when it's from the All-Father! I'm sure he'd know-" Sif cuts you off.

"The All-Father is an," she scoffs, "intelligent man. But he's called All-knowing because he wants to know everything. Not because he does know everything. If he did, he could play this piece without your help." She hands you the lyre back, and sits down in the chair across from you. "You need to be more confident in your own abilities. Forget this song for a minute." She slides it further down the desk, out of your sight. "Why don't you play a song you're familiar with?"

You don't know if you feel like playing after earlier, but you still ask, "like what?" To humor her.

"I don't know. What's the first song you learned?" A lullaby. You hadn't played it in years, but without much thought your fingers pluck the right strings. It's simple and sweet, but you get lost in playing it. The strings are a soft glowing warmth under your fingertips, no longer violent and burning like earlier. You start to feel tired as the song ends, and even Sif yawns. "That was lovely. Do more of that." She compliments as she rises for the chair.

"Thank you." You speak quietly and rub your tired eyes. You might actually be able to sleep tonight, you think.

"It's late. Get some sleep, worry about fixing All-Father's mess in the morning." Sif wishes you a goodnight before leaving your room, closing the door behind her.

Before you go to bed you play the lullaby one more time. You fall asleep only halfway through it.

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 11 months

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A Chieftain's Vow

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: future ABO/Omegaverse, viking Col (mentioned violence), fae Dom, still pretty tame though, slow burn maybe, mentioned sacrifice, mentions of cannibals, naked boys, longing stares, playful wrestling, Col being a cocky viking, mild sexism, bathing, claiming (but not in the way you think) ☠️ Rating: mature

All ideas talked out with and helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Damhnaic woke slowly, the events of the day before rushing back at him. His jade eyes blinked fast as they adjusted and he looked around the room. He tried not to move as he let his senses search, he was nervous waking in a stranger's bed, even if it was on his own pelt. The Viking had been so kind but that didn't mean in the light of day he would show the same care. Perhaps it was a game to him. The selkie had witnessed the brutality of some of the clan already, Kol'son was humane but his uncle? Just the thought of the brash bastard made the boy shiver. He calmed himself with the combined scent of his own pack soaked deep in his fur and the smell of his new companion he was slowly getting used to. It was strange how nice the leader smelled to him. Humans were dangerous and disgusting things- at least that's what he'd been taught.

A soft sigh escaped him as he sat up and stretched. It felt strange being in his human form so long, normally he woke on sun warm rocks surrounded by his family. He just hoped they were alright and not cursing his name. He knew at times he could be daft but this was a whole new level. Tom would yell at him, that he was sure of. At least they were long separated from his parents, he'd truly never hear the end of it from them. The boy whimpered when he realized he was completely alone but he instantly chided himself for the noise. He shouldn't be hoping for more time around the human, if anything it was good he was alone. He could take his pelt and leave, just as he thought the night before.

He would miss the soft gruff voice and the sight of those sea blue eyes raking over him. He'd been watching him so long and he wouldn't stop now but it certainly felt different having the chieftain looking back, recognizing him as an equal instead of an animal of the sea. He'd only been so close once before, in his other form he'd been napping one day and was awoken by someone scratching his belly as if he were a wolf of the land. Part of him had been embarrassed but so much of him fell in love. It wasn't allowed of course and he'd never try but… "I'll miss you Kol." He sighed, pushing himself to stand and pulling his skin around him as if it were just a blanket. He couldn't shift here, it would be far too hard finding his way back to the sea but he tried to make it look somewhat normal. He could hear the clan awake and starting their day.

Dom snuck carefully through the small village, he tried to stay away from most of the humans because he knew he didn't look like them even in this form. He'd caught the shock in the man's gaze when he noticed his fangs, the darkness of the inner rim of his lips and around his eyes, the way his eyes shined, and his skin felt wet to the touch. Thankfully they were all so busy no one looked twice at the boy escaping with a seal fur but he hurried into the forest anyway and followed the scent of the sea. That was until he heard a familiar voice singing and unbidden his path was changed. He truly couldn't help it, and here he thought he was the siren. Well… half.

"Good morning Dom! I meant to bring you breakfast but this is the only time I can get to myself. I thought you might sleep longer after your journey." The singing changed to a soft rasped voice speaking to him and again he was enchanted by the human. It made his belly flutter with nerves. He didn't know how the leader recognized him before he was even in view but he sped his steps until he found the man. Naked again. Bathing in a warm spring. "Were you looking for me?" He asked, his brow arched. He grinned playfully at the sight of the newcomer covered by his new bedding. It was precious honestly and interesting how well it seemed to fit over him. Almost as if it were made for the boy.

"I…" Dom trailed off and bit his lip, he couldn't exactly say he was running home, he might get put to death for daring to do anything with the chieftain's explicit permission so instead he nodded and sighed. "I was. I woke alone and got worried. I should um.. leave ya to your baff."

"Don't be shy kid, join me? You must be a mess after walking through the woods alone. Come on, it's a special honor. I never let anyone share." He grinned, dropping under the water to wet his long blonde braids before he came back up and swam closer to the edge. The selkie was having a hard time not staring at the wet skin. The black ink covering almost every inch of his skin, the scars from numerous battles, but the hardest thing to ignore was the human's surprisingly large cock that appeared even more massive from under the water. Of course he noticed it the previous night but now everything felt different. His brazenness was more exposed in the light of day. "Get your ass in here kid, do you really wish to ignore me?" It wasn't truly a threat and Damhnaic could tell, if not by the tone the bright smile would give away the tease. He'd never known Kol to be full of himself. Always only in jest.

He took a breath and shed his skin yet again, it was becoming a dangerous habit around the man but no one was watching to tell him no. He wouldn't listen to them anyway. He was used to the cold of the sea so when his foot hit warmth he shivered but he must have been testing the water too delicately. "I don't know how your tribe does it boy but here-" The man paused as he lunged close, curling his big palm around the selkie's ankle and he tugged, pulling him into the spring. The boy came up spluttering and coughing up a taste of water he wasn't accustomed to directly into the chuckling bastard's face. "Here we act as men. I didn't take a cannibal for such… cuteness."

Dom paused as he pushed his drenched hair back and he hoped he didn't look like a wet rat. He knew the man thought him cute in his seal form but- "Cannibal?" He knew the word the man spoke but he was confused. He'd never eaten flesh.

"I just figured. Your teeth and the ink, isn't that what it means?" Kol'son wasn't trying to be rude and he hoped he hadn't just put his foot in his mouth. He was known to do that and he'd rather not embarrass himself so quickly around the boy. He didn't know why he cared so much but the kid was pretty and… nice. There was just something about him.

Damhnaic could say a lot, he could be honest and explain he'd never been touched by ink in the way his companion had, he could say the fangs were natural but to do that he'd have to tell him he was magic. He was fae. That… didn't feel smart. "Yes um… well. I don't like to talk about it. Let's jus' say I left me family. We… didn't agree on every'fin."

"So you're not gonna eat me in my sleep?" The leader joked, trying to cheer the boy by splashing him. He could understand family differences, he didn't always agree with his uncle. The man could be callous and terrifying but he was what a viking should be, Kol knew he was too soft.

The boy giggled and splashed back, surprised when the man acted so familiar and comfortable with him. The water play got more intense, the human was raised a brute and he couldn't seem to help teasingly battling the smaller man. When Dom tried to swim away he dove for him, wrapping himself around the kid's back.

Damhnaic froze the moment the human curled around him, the front of his body getting pressed against the rocks. He wasn't surprised by the blood rushing to his dick the moment his friend's much larger length slipped against his skin but he was surprised by the rush of nerves in his belly and the strange new feeling in his core. He'd been born an omega, he was raised to know he was a virgin bride sacrifice for his family's god- one of the reasons that had sent him running away but… he never learned what that entailed. His mother didn't explain it. He had always known of the secret place between his legs but fuck he'd never been so aware of it as he was in that moment.

"Pinned you. I don't know who taught you to fight kid but they were lacking. I should teach you to defend yourself better. You're far too small and pretty to be out here with just those teeth to scare people off." Warm breath tickled the selkie's skin and he couldn't help a soft whine when he felt something even hotter between his legs. He just prayed whatever was happening to him the human wouldn't notice. "Did I hurt you?"

Kol worried and pulled away, turning the boy around in his hold to look over him. He shouldn't be so concerned for someone who wasn't even part of his clan but he couldn't seem to help it. There was something special about the kid. "I'm alright, fanks. Wha' ya mean I'm too pretty?" He huffed, playfully pushing the chieftain back and trying to get a little distance between them. Part of him was almost scared he was hurt. He wanted to check himself but he was quite sure human men didn't have what he did, he couldn't let Kol see. He'd be shunned for sure, possibly killed.

"You're fucking with me right? You're pretty like a girl. Even with those scary ass teeth. You have the cock of a man but the face of a nymph." Kol'son shrugged. He didn't mind being honest, if anything he'd always been blunt. It was a side effect of being the leader's son turned leader, he got away with basically everything.

Dom blinked slowly, he'd never heard someone speak so plainly or call him pretty. Whatever had stirred in his belly was only getting worse. "I'm not… fucking wiv you Kols. I don't know wea'ver to say fanks or not." He scoffed.

"You should. It was a compliment." The man sighed, giving the kid a little space and washing himself. They'd already taken so much time in the bath. "You should also stay. If you're on the run I can offer you a place here. Protection. I can tell you can't do it yourself."

"I… I shouldn't." Dom huffed, he was getting in too deep. He needed to get back to the sea. His pack must be worried and wondering. The human paused in his movements, his muscles bunching as he swam closer again. His blue eyes were almost hard but there was still a smirk on his lips.

"You must. I'm the only chieftain for some distance kid. You try to leave you might die. Stay, at least for a while. I'll take care of you." It was a simple promise and one he probably shouldn't give. He didn't even ask his people what they thought but what did it matter? He was their leader and he could offer asylum if he wanted. "Alright? You'll be mine. If anyone asks, just say that you're mine." It could mean a myriad of things, his slave, his adopted son, his second in command, his whore even. It didn't matter how it was clarified, if he claimed the boy he could be kept safe. They could figure everything else out later.

"You- I- fuck." Damhnaic was near infuriated. How dare the man just decide for him? But as that warmth flowed between his thighs again at the sight of those blue eyes staring him down he knew his body was deciding for him. He would have to stay, at least until a chance to steal his pelt was presented again. "Fine. Cocky bastard. Fine."

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @cole-way-iero28 🖤

I'll try to do a cheat sheet of terms and stuff soon but if anyone has questions just ask. I hope you enjoyed this, don't worry I'm not finished with the other it's just hard to write smut when I'm so exhausted and I don't want to leave y'all with nothing. I'm really excited for this one too, so I really hope y'all enjoyed ☠️

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lollipencil · 7 months

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What If Gus Was Not A Goldfish?

This was going to be a prompt until I realised "I really want to write this one". Bonus points to anyone who can work out what Gus now is before the end.

Enjoy and be gentle. ---

Slowly, the familar voice of Elbert Humperdinck began to rouse Steven. The soft bounce of something landing on his mattress woke him fully. "Morning Gus," Steven mumbled, softly scratching the white crescent-like splotch on his little orange head, "My little one-eared wonder."

Gus mewed almost silently before jumping down and pawing at the ankle restraint. Seeing as nothing was out of place, Steven unshackled himself and followed Gus to his foodbowl. Once dressed and eaten himself, he idly pulled up his phone as Gus continued munching away. "Hello, Mum. It's me. Just checkin' in," Steven began as Gus tucked in, "I got your postcard, putting it up near Gus' bed now."

Pausing to admire it, Steven continued: "Yeah, it's very nice. He is fuming, though. Keeps asking why I don't take him anywhere nice. Maybe one day, right?" As if knowing he was being spoken about, Gus turned to look at Steven as he left for work. "Anyway, Mum, all's well here. Not too bad," was the last things Gus heard before the door closed.

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Once the panic of the nightmare had passed, Steven flopped back on his bed, laughing. Gus meowed from his own bed as Steven just kept laughing. "Ok, ok, ok," Steven kept reminding himself, "I'm ok." By the time he'd calmed, poured out breakfast for them both, and stuck on a documentary, Steven noticed something was up with Gus.

His ear was back and his eyes wide. "Something up, sweetheart?" he asked as he got closer. "Meow," Gus sounded almost guilty. "Oh, it's ok," Steven cooed, putting down his bowl to offer a cuddle.

At once, Gus pressed his head into Steven's neck, his ridiculously soft fur soothing the remaining tension in his shoulders. "Yeah, it's ok. Hey, you know what, mate?" Gus' ear perked up. "I'm not working today, and my date's not for hours yet. Just you and me for the rest of the day, yeah?"

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Tears tried to well up in Steven's eyes as he opened his door. Gus was there, waiting just beyond where the door swings open. Steven walked inside, closed the door, and set the box of chocolates on the kitchen counter. Then he sat down on the floor and pulled his knees up to his chest.

"Mew?" Gus' wide eyes appeared in his peripheral. "What's happening, Gus?" Steven asked softly after a moment's silence, "How did I lose two days?"

Silently, Gus gently pushed his way into the the gap between Steven's thighs and chest, and looked at him. Even with tears blurring his vision, Steven could make out each little line in Gus' eyes. Slowly, Gus blinked at him. Steven blinked back at the same speed.

Gently, Gus headbutted Steven, rubbing his head back and forth on that one spot. A shaky breath rippled through Steven as he closed his eyes. And let the tears flow.

If at this point Steven had kept his eyes open, he would have noticed Gus looking at him with understanding and concern, before shifting to determination. As it was, he only noticed him moving away, before meowing loudly. "What?" Steven choked out, blinking tears away. Gus meowed again and looked down at his paw. Thinking Gus might be hurt, Steven shuffled towards him. And he noticed it.

Scuff marks on the floor under a table. Looking up, Steven could see a single wooden board out of place. As he pulled the table and began to climb up, Gus walked off for a nap.

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Steven's day was getting worse by the minute. First, he gets fired. Next, his reflection starts talking again, claiming to be the servant of a god. Then, he is chased (again) by a giant bird-skull headed mummy. And now, here he was with a woman he was allegedly married to.

And, to make matters worse, the police were there.

In contrast to how calm he was with Layla, Gus did not like the officers at all and was very clear about that fact. Not that the officers seemed to notice. At least, until they tried to arrest Steven.

Steven almost gasped when Gus leapt in front of him and hissed at the officers. He'd never heard him so much as yowl, let alone hiss. One of the officers sneered slightly and began to press forward. Then Gus opened his mouth wide.

Tentacles and a mass of fangs emerged, wrapped around the screaming officers, and pulled them inside Gus' mouth. And down his throat.

Silence echoed around the flat. Steven didn't even think he'd screamed, he just stared at the space where the officers were. As if they would pop back up and laugh at their little practical joke. From the corner of his eye, Steven could see Marc, eyes bulging as he too stared. (And, if they had looked to their left, the kettle would have shown a completely different reflection reacting).

Suddenly, Steven began to laugh. His cat had just become some lovecraftian creature and ate two people. In a weird way he almost wasn't surprised. Why not?

The sheer force of his laughter drove him to his knees, and just kept coming. Even the sound of Layla cautiously climbing back inside couldn't stop it. "Meow," Gus innocently mewed as he climbed up onto Steven's shoulders and began to purr.

Eventually, the giggles faded into gasps and the occasional wheezing chuckle. "I don't think Gus is a cat," Marc's voice quietly stated.

Finally, something they could agree on.

#my fics #moon knight (2022)#steven grant #gus the goldfish #(technically)#layla el-faouly #marc spector

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loverontheleft · 3 months

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Let’s Play (revised)

Let’s Play

Original request from littledoodlebaby: Okay but sitting in Bs lap while he plays video games and he starts messing with the settings and realizes he can change the vibration intensity for the controller, can you imagine his dumbass smirk and he’d have one hand around your neck, not a lot of pressure but just holding you there like a sign of dominance and the other hand holding the controller to your clit and cycling through the vibration options nonstop and it’s not strong enough to get you off but it’s just enough to make you squirm and whine and he’s whispering in your ear and telling you to beg before he gives you something more sweET JESUS (plus glasses because damn).

Brendon x reader

Word count: 2.1k➡️ 2.8k

Warnings: language and dirty talk, use of controllers for non-video game purposes, praise, begging, sex.

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“Fuck, Brendon, you know what your glasses do to me,” you say helplessly as you walk into the living room. You drop your purse and crawl into his lap when he beckons; he smiles and kisses you softly as you play with his hair. “Not fair,” you murmur against his lips, grinning. “It’s not fair that you can have me weak and wanting like this with little to no effort.”

“Little to no effort? Love, I think you’re forgetting what a burden it is for me to be this sexy,” Brendon says drily, rolling his eyes behind said glasses at you teasingly. “It gets positively exhausting, constantly trying to temper my sex appeal. But I do it for you, my love. If I didn’t work so hard at it, we’d do nothing but fuck.” You pout and call him a jerk, and he chuckles as he kisses down your neck. “I’m kidding, doll. You know I’m kidding.”

“But you’re not,” you whine, pulling back to look at him. “You may think you are, but you aren’t. You look this good all the time, and you make me behave. Think about it. You’re not on tour, you’re not working on anything right now, and I work from home. We could fuck literally all the time. My perfect day? You wake me up with soft kisses that grow more and more needy, and then you carry me to the shower where you fuck me fast and rough, both of us slick with silicone lube. After we’ve both come so hard we can’t stand, we’d collapse on the couch downstairs and eventually eat breakfast. Then you drag me back to bed for a midday nap through lunch, followed by slow, lazy sex. I make dinner when we wake up, and you definitely get your cock in me from behind. After we eat, we’d snuggle on the couch, and for dessert, you eat me out til I’m screaming your name. Then a nice bath and bed.”

Brendon’s breathing hard, his eyes are dark, and he’s clearly fantasizing about any one of those things you’ve listed. You continue. “That could be our life right now, but you make me behave and do things other than totally worship you with my mouth and body and hands.” He grins and tugs affectionately at your hair before bringing your mouth back to his. “Bren, I want you.”

“God, Y/n, you know I want you too,” he whispers, hand moving down your waist and over your hip. “Can’t you feel how hard I am from your little speech? I always want you. But I promised Jake I’d play for a bit. Can you be my best, patient girl? Sit with me, my love?” You nod and turn in his lap so your back is to his chest. You know realistically you can’t have him fucking you constantly, even though you want him. His arms are wrapped around your waist, and he rests his head on your shoulder. “Good girl,” he praises, nudging your head affectionately with his. “I love you, honey.” You murmur it back to him, closing your eyes.

“But… just out of curiosity,” you say in a purposefully neutral tone after a moment of silence. “How long were you playing before I got home?” Brendon’s silent, and you laugh, squeezing his thigh. “More or less than four hours?” Your question hangs in the air. Finally, he mutters the word “more” under his breath, and you grin, squeezing again. “That’s what I thought. More or less than six hours?” He repeats himself, and you shift in his lap. “Then I think you can play with me for a bit,” you purr.

“I am playing,” Brendon points out, messing with the controller. “And you’re here, so technically I’m playing with you.” You can hear the teasing note in his voice, and you mumble that he’s already lost if he’s resorting to technicalities.

“Oh!” His voice is a soft exclamation, and you open one eye, confused. “Well that’s interesting,” he murmurs. You’re unsure of what he means, until one of his hands leaves the controller and reaches up to caress your throat. You both love when he holds you like this; it’s never restricting or uncomfortable for you, just a reminder of the way you give yourself over to him and trust him to fully satisfy you. He always does, so you trust him now with whatever he’s just discovered.

Now, he’s nuzzling at your neck, murmuring how good you feel in his lap, and his other hand angles the controller so it’s resting between your legs. “Yeah, babydoll, let’s play.”

“What are you—oh!” You gasp as the controller pulses against your clit. “Brendon,” you sigh, hips rocking slightly when you feel his cock throb under you. “That feels—oh, fuck, B, take me to bed; don’t tease…” He smiles against your neck, and messes with the controller again. “Ooh shit,” you whimper, moving against him more now as the vibration intensifies. “Bren, it’s right against my—god, yeah; rub it against my clit, yes!”

“You wanted to play with me,” he whispers in your ear before nipping at your earlobe. “So we’re going to play.” His fingers flex gently on your throat, and you whine, rubbing back against him through his sweatpants with purpose. “You sound so pretty, baby,” he murmurs, pressing the controller against you more firmly. “You like how that feels? You like that firm pressure, the way it buzzes right against your clit? Not as good as your man licking it for you, but still pretty good, huh?”

“Uh huh,” you manage breathlessly. “Feels good. Need more.”

He kisses your neck and fiddles with the controller; you gasp when it buzzes against you insistently. “Fuck!” You’re really moving now, rocking and rubbing and grinding in his lap; his fingers flex over your throat again, and you sigh, relaxing back against him.

“Patience, my love,” he tells you gently, stroking the side of your throat with his thumb. “Don’t get carried away. We’re playing, remember?” You whimper and nod; he smiles and kisses your neck again. You shudder happily, and he laughs. “Sorry, babydoll. I know what that does to you. And feeling the edge of my glasses pressing into your skin? It’s a wonder you haven’t come in my lap yet…”

“You won’t let me,” you counter with a slight whine to your voice. “You know I need more to come; you’re not giving it to me.” He makes a soft sound of thinking and nudges your neck with the edge of his glasses again, chuckling when you moan. “Brendon, please.”

“Please, what?” Brendon purrs in your ear, pressing the still-buzzing controller against your heat firmly. “You’re asking so nicely, baby, but I don’t know what you’re asking for.” His lips move down your neck, and you arch against him, grabbing at the controller. “Nuh uh,” he scolds softly, pressing it back against you and fiddling with it so the buzzing amps up even higher, this time with a pulsing pattern. “You wanted to play. We’re playing.” Brendon pauses for a moment. “Is this okay, love? We can stop.”

“Please don’t stop,” you whimper, pressing your head against his shoulder. “Please, I need more. I need more, B. Need you to make me come.” He nods slowly, moving the controller slightly so it rubs up and down against you. “Oh fuck,” you gasp, eyes clenched shut. “Oh fuck, that’s so good. I need more. Need more, just give it to me.” He murmurs that he loves when you’re needy and demanding, and you laugh breathlessly, turning your head to kiss under his jaw. “Make me come, Brendon.”

“Would love to see and feel you shaking as you come just from being touched, pretty girl. I want to keep you worked up for me though; want the moment I slide my cock into your wet cunt to be the moment you lose control and really let go.”

“Fuck, Brendon, I’m so damn close…”

“Yeah, you’re gonna come all over me, aren’t you? You gonna be my dirty girl, riding me hard and soaking my cock? Or you want me to get you on your hands and knees in front of a mirror so you can watch yourself come and see how fucking good you look when I come in you? God, you look so good taking my cock, baby. Shit, you feel how hard I am for you? This hard cock is all for you.”

“I want it,” you whimper. “I want it so badly!”

“It’s yours,” Brendon murmurs, hitting the button again so the vibrations move back to a steady hum. “You know my cock is all for you. Only you, doll. You’re the only one who gets to feel me sink into you, feel my cock throb inside you, feel how hard I come.”

“I’m gonna come,” you gasp desperately, squirming and breathing hard. “So fucking close; need to come—I need your fingers, need your cock, need you.”

“Shit, babydoll,” he says softly, fingers flexing around your neck for a brief second. “You know just what to say, don’t you?” You nod and rock your hips forward against the controller; he nips at your earlobe and drops the controller before pressing three fingers firmly against you. “Make yourself feel good,” Brendon tells you, groaning when you respond enthusiastically by grinding against his fingers. You’re working yourself forward and then back against his erection; you’re both moaning as his hand on your neck slides down to your hips and pulls you back firmly against his cock before moving back up to your throat, just gently holding you in place. “Good girl,” he whispers, kissing over your neck. “Grind on my cock; rub your clit against my fingers til you come. My good girl knows what she likes.”

“More,” you insist, bucking against his hand. “More, give me more.” He bites your neck gently, and you cry out, gripping his wrist with one hand and shoving at the waistband of your leggings with the other. Desperately, you press his hand against your slick heat once your leggings and underwear are on the ground; he inhales sharply and rubs against you. “Oh fuck,” you gasp, biting your lower lip. “Oh fuck, Brendon, yes yes yes!” He’s achingly hard for you; you can feel his erection pressing against you and every time his fingers slip against your entrance, his cock throbs. “Fuck, just go in,” you beg, rocking forward and whining. “Give me your fingers, B. Need to come on your fingers.”

“My good girl wants my fingers?” His voice is low and tight and in control, but you can hear him close to breaking. “My good girl needs my fingers?” You’re whimpering, whining, and writhing in his lap; when his fingers slide into you, you toss your head back and moan. “God, Y/n, you get me so fucking hard,” he pants in your ear, letting his fingers go deeper and spread. “Is this what you wanted? Us to play like this? My fingers in your sweet pussy?”

“Yes,” you gasp, moving against him more now. “Yes, yes, yes. Brendon, more, give me more.” He smiles against your neck and rocks his wrist into you. “Oh fuck,” you gasp, biting your lip.

“My baby still need more?” Brendon slips his fingers from you and, when you whine, he presses the controller back against your clit while grinding up into you. “Does my baby want more?” You’re nodding eagerly, moaning and whimpering and bucking frantically against him. “Does my baby want my cock?”

“God, you know I do,” you groan, clawing at him. He sighs happily and drops the controller; the hand from your throat moves down and both close over your hips. “Yes,” you whimper as he lifts you.

“Up, sweet girl. Stay up for one second so I can get my—yes,” he coaxes, and you shift onto your knees over him. He shoves his sweatpants and boxers down and kicks them off; you turn so you’re facing him as his hands grip your waist again, and he pulls you down, lowering you onto him. “Oh shit,” he grunts as you squeeze around him, tightening as you settle onto his cock. “Y/n, so hot, always so ready for me, so good. My good girl; god, I love you.”

“Brendon,” you moan, rising up and sinking back down. “Oh god, so good to me. Love you. I love you. Baby, fuck, don’t stop.” Brendon groans and his hips move under you; you lean against him and he flings an arm around your waist, holding you firmly against him. “Yes, yes, yes!” You’re chanting as you both move together; his face buried in your neck and your hands on his shoulders. “Oh god, oh fuck, Brendon, I’m gonna come!”

“Come for me,” he murmurs, gripping your hair and tugging gently. “Come for me, my good girl. Come.” You’re keening, bucking, wailing his name as you fall apart; his teeth sink into your neck, and you shriek, your back arching. His voice is low when he speaks again. “Oh fuck, baby, gonna come. I’m gonna come in you.”

“Come,” you beg, “Come in me, Brendon, please!” He nods vigorously, moaning your name. “Come, please!” Your voice is high and tight, and he’s gripping you so tightly, his glasses pressing sharply into your skin. You’re both moaning and gasping; his fingers flex against your hips, and you feel him fill you. “Yes!” Your cry of pleasure pierces the air, and he’s breathing hard. “Oh god, you feel so good, so fucking good in me,” you whisper.

“Baby,” he groans, kissing your shoulder. “My love. You’re perfect. My perfect girl, my sweet girl, my good girl. Fuck, so good. The best.” You whimper and slump against him, trying to catch your breath. “Need a bath, baby?” You nod, laughing. “Yeah, me too. Let’s move to the bathroom. My sweet girl…” Brendon murmurs, nuzzling your ear. “My good girl.”

“I love you,” you whisper, standing carefully. You both moan when he slips from you, and he clambers to his feet, taking you in his arms. “I love you so much,” you continue, relaxing against his chest.

“And I love you,” he returns, kissing the top of your head. “I love you more than anything. Let me take care of you, my sweet love.” He turns slightly and scoops you into his arms. “Let me take care of you.”

“As if I’d say no,” you murmur, flinging your arms around his neck. “Take me to the bath.” He nods and starts walking, stopping every now and then to kiss you longingly. “Bren, baby…”

“Yes, love?” His eyes are dark behind his glasses and you play with his hair idly as he reaches the bathroom. “What can I do for you?”

“Wanna get you in that tub and ride you more,” you whisper, smiling when his eyes flash with longing. “Wanna feel your cock throb in me as I take you deep, wanna feel your hands on my body as I make us both feel so fucking good.”

“Want that too,” Brendon groans, setting you down for a moment so he can turn the water on and plug the tub. “Up again, honey.” You wrap your arms around his neck and he lifts you, both hands curved under your thighs. “You feel what you do to me?” He holds you close, rubbing his stiffening cock against you. “Already hard for you again; I’m already wanting my good girl on me again…”

“And think,” you whisper in his ear before resting your forehead against his, grinning. “You almost made me behave.” Brendon laughs and shakes his head, kissing you softly. “Aren’t you happy you let me be bad?”

“Babydoll, I’m always happy to let you be bad,” he murmurs, stepping over the edge of the tub and lowering you both into the steaming water. “My good girl going to be bad some more for me?” You nod, and he grins, kissing over your neck and passing you the silicone lube. “Good. Let’s be bad together.” He looks up at you through slightly-fogged glasses. “Let’s play, baby.”

“Oh fuck, Brendon,” you moan, kissing him fiercely. “Let’s play.”

#brendon urie #brendon urie smut #brendon urie imagine #brendon x reader #brendon urie fanfiction #he could fuck me any way he wanted #my work #fanfic #imagine #panic! at the disco

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safetycar-restart · 2 years

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you want soft so i came running :)

i can imagine charles being so excited when they have a weekend to relax. he wants nothing more than to go home with pierre and you, and just relax. so, to create his master plan, bunny decides that he wants to do something a little different.

while you and pierre are busy, perhaps cooking dinner or just doing something else, he gathers a few blankets, lights a few candles, and finds a movie that he thinks looks nice. then, he waits until dinner is finished, before smiling with a slight hint of mischief to you and pierre, and just sweetly goes "i have a surprise :)"

of course, you two are immediately willing to join him, not asking any questions as you all walk to the living room, bunny practically giggling the whole way, before guiding you both to sit down, leaving a gap inbetween you and pierre so he can cuddle between you.

while pierre practically showers him with kisses all over his face, you get the blanket and cover you three with it, turn the lights off and press play on the movie that bunny has picked.

and he literally can’t be happier? he’s cuddling with you and pierre, his plan has worked AND he got kisses from pierre for being such an adorable bunny? he’s unable to stop smiling throughout the whole movie.

and then, of course, once the movie has finished, he tells you both to stay there, quickly going into the kitchen and coming back with dessert, sitting down again and pressing play on the next movie.

he eventually falls asleep, cuddling inbetween both of you with such a happy smile on his adorable face <3

- 🌱

Oh god this is perfect. Happy bunny is the exact thing I wanted for soft night. 🌱 anon, you always just show up out of nowhere with the most incredible asks.

I love the idea of there being a weekend off F1 and you guys decide to just be hermits the entire weekend. There’s a gym in Charles’s apartment building and you can get food delivered to the lobby if needed so there’s absolutely no reason to leave the building.

Of course charles LOVES spending the day with the two of you, having breakfast on the balcony, going to the gym together, showering together, getting fucked on the bed straight after the shower, spending the afternoon chatting and fucking and cuddling. It’s the best.

But now it’s nighttime and you and Pierre are cooking dinner, because bunny isn’t allowed to help (Charles is a fire hazard in the kitchen, and even if it isn’t cooking, he’ll always end up trying to kiss or grope whoever is cooking and so no, bunny isn’t allowed in the kitchen).

To be honest, you and Pierre think Charles is just cuddled up in the bed because he got fucked so thoroughly. You know that Charles loves to hear the sounds of you and Pierre cooking on the kitchen while he cuddles in bed, so you aren’t worried about leaving your bunny for a little while.

What you don’t expect though, is that Charles isn’t napping in bed and is in fact gathering blankets and candles like a kind of cuddly goblin. He spends ages choosing the movies, even making a list on his phone to make sure he won’t forget them.

Then he hears you and Pierre calling him because dinner is ready. He happily comes into the kitchen, practically bouncing because he’s so excited!!! He feels like such a good bunny.

You can tell that Charles is excited about something, but you and Pierre have both learned that Charles doesn’t like to be probed when he’s planned something and that he’ll reveal it on his own.

And he tells you after dinner, taking you both to the living room and showing you all the blankets and nice candles and how there’s already a movie ready.

“Aw bunny,” Pierre says, drawing him into a hug kissing his cheek, “thank you so much! This is so nice of you.”

Charles smiles so wide, getting you both to sit down and then cuddling between you. Charles is so happy, cuddled up between the two of you.

He’s smiling so wide and Pierre can’t resist kissing Charles all over before he can start the movie because bunny is simply too cute. You obviously see what Pierre is doing and well… how can you be expected to not join?

So bunny now has both of you kissing his face and neck and even tickling him? Just loving on him for a few minutes and he’s so fucking happy, just giggling and smiling and trying to squirm away from the tickles but it doesn’t work.

To be honest, Charles doesn’t really pay attention to the movie. He just sits there and smiles to himself because he’s so happy and comfy.

And then dessert! He absolutely brings dessert on one plate only so that the three of you have to share, because sharing is always better.

Charles falls asleep first, cuddled between you and Pierre and then Pierre carries him to bed, dropping him in your arms.

#soft soft vibes #poly!piarles #sub!charles #cl #pg #nsfw.#gn!reader #poly!dom/dom/sub #🌱

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inardescere · 8 months

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Do not assume slender fingers to be intrusive when they brush away a red fringe with calculated gentleness. «You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen». And he has seen plenty of beauty in this otherwise cruel world.

@frozenambiguity /// send “you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.” to see my muse’s reaction. ♡

Sunlight shines through the windows as dawn breaks.

The curtains are held back with light-colored ribbons to let in the light, a necessary crime courtesy of Adelinde to get on with his busy day. Diluc gets out of bed, washes his face, and barely has his eyes open as he does his whole morning routine. At the least, he did not have to see anyone important for a meeting until later in the noon, so all he had to do now was enjoy a peaceful breakfast and Adelinde would help brush out the mess of tangled hair he tamed just a tiny bit in the bathroom. It's the soft scent of buttered bread that leads him down the stairs, stretching his arms above his head in a futile attempt to scatter the sleep that dropped his eyes.

It was only when he reached the last step that he noticed someone else standing there, staring at him. No wonder he didn't see him upstairs.

"Good morning," he greets, voice rough from lack of use, yawning into his hand and still barely keeping his eyes open as his head feels heavier than a brick wall, holding onto the railing to keep himself from swaying. He might have taken his patrol last night a bit too far into the night, which had been how he brought this man back to the manor in the first place-- you win some and you lose some, he supposes. Even as he blinked his eyes a few times to see if that helped with the sleepiness, he could tell that his eyes were glazed by the way his vision blurred, wondering if he should catch a few minutes to nap instead of going out to the vineyard this morning.

It's when he remembers again that there was someone there with him that he lifts his head again, about to ask him if he had already finished breakfast. But Diluc falls silent as a hand reaches out, readily letting his eyelids fall to a close and chin tilting up just the tiniest bit. To his surprise, he feels gentle fingers move those unruly pieces of his bangs away from his eyes, bright red eyes blinking open to look up with questions in them, wondering what he was doing. But oh, he didn't expect that. Diluc feels his heart leap up to his throat, an unfamiliar voice nearly escaping at how hard it crashed into his ribcage, heat creeping up his neck and further. His starry eye was staring at him-- probably had been staring for a while now if he was standing so close next to him, watching everything the redhead had done on his way downstairs.

"... ... ..."

Dressed down and in the comfort of his own home with no shackles or pretenses up yet, still drowsy with sleep and completely left unguarded, Diluc finds himself thrown completely off-balance. In some attempt to build himself back up, he tries to say something snarky back, but his lips open only to close two seconds later when he can't come up with anything, just feeling oddly embarrassed and blissful at the same time, hiding the lower half of his face with a hand. How unabashed Kaeya is for saying that this early in the morning, even before a drop of wine can touch his tongue. But even though he feels the compliment was a tad too exaggerated, it was... nice. Even more so when he sees how genuine the commentary was. The young master realizes that the silence has gone on for too long, his face is too warm to not show the blood that rushed to his head, and pale skin that had never helped hide the color on his cheeks most likely seen by the other seconds ago.

"Kaeya..." He tries again after clearing his throat, pretending he didn't just make things more awkward for himself than necessary. If this were at the bar and he was aware, he would have been able to give a better comeback, but maybe this was fine once in a while. "Thank you." He doesn't even have the capacity to give a better reply, moreover, he remembers once when the other had to emphasize that he didn't give words of affection to get them back. So instead, he takes the hand near his face and gives it a soft squeeze to relay his gratitude before he lets go and goes straight to the breakfast table.

At least, that had been the most effective wake-up call he's ever had.

#frozenambiguity #{v. 暁を守るため}#I could not choose #between night scenario or morning. Morning won out tho xD #me every time: SHORT. 2 PARA MAX. BUT NOOOOOOooooo

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bilbobagginshome · 1 year

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A Deadbeat's Journal 10

A Jotaro Kujo x blackfemreader fic

Jotaro’s Thoughts

It’s always a good time with Noriaki. I was happy that y/n and him were able to have fun with each other , so when Sunday came by and I had to wake her up to send Noriaki off , her soft pout hidden under the drowsiness of sleep said more than enough . Noriaki himself gave her a warm hug before leaving , promising that he’ll keep in touch in spite of work . So we dropped him off and he whispered ;

“I don’t know why exactly she’s living with you but continue being a good friend to her , just like how you were during my hard times.”

The megaphone announced that the train was soon to depart , and he shouted much to the annoyance of everyone taking an 8:00 am train ,

“I’ll be seeing you soooonnn! Give Samosa my pets!”

Y/n laughed and to my shock shouted back,

“Bye Noriaki, I’ll miss you.”

As we’re walking back to the now desolate parking area, I say;

“What should we have for dinner?”

“We haven’t even had breakfast yet.” She snorts out while typing down for her favourite radio channel.

“Yeah but that’s easy , toasted eggs and bread with tea.”

“What if I wanted to have coffee today?”She cheekily questions

“I’d tell you to suffer in silence as you drink your tea.”

“ ‘Suffer in silence’ Who is this person teaching you these Kenyan phrases?” She laughs out, eyes wide from being fully awake.

“Who knows?”I responded with a smirk.

I haven’t been cooking as much ever since y/n moved in so I’ve been thinking of making some pumpkin based pastries despite being in the middle of the dry season . She says that she’s not a fan of savoury pumpkin and butternut meals but she loves it in chapati and desserts. We can start with pumpkin cinnamon rolls then based on how hellish the work week has been I can make a different dessert every week.

“Um Jotaro , can I ask you a question?”she asks, whilst looking at me adorably.

“What is it ?” I reply hoping I softened my gravely voice.

“Are you aro/ace?”

Why this now? Was it because I’ve never brought someone home?

“No, what would make you think that?” I respond , though the shakiness gives away my uneasiness.For what? I don’t know.

“I’ve never seen you interested in anyone , it just confuses me since you’re well liked. Now that I’m thinking about it , I’ve never seen you with anyone.”she brings out, eyebrows scrunched to the middle.

“I have had partners but to be honest , they weren’t fulfillling .Why the sudden interest in my love life? Are you finding yourself attracted to me?” I smugly question . My insides however , were swirling of panic and the butterflies in my stomach flapped in hope.

“You are a very attractive guy Jotaro . I think you are well aware of that.” She responds whilst overlooking the Nyali bridge we are passing through. I’m glad she couldn’t see me. I’ve never heard her call me attractive so I smiled widely.

The empty roads cut my driving time to half and we were soon walking into the apartment . Samosa immediately lapped around me and I carried her up in greeting.

Y/n heads back to bed , saying she’s slightly drowsy and I prepare tea. The morning is a bit slow so I enjoyed sitting out on the balcony overlooking the blue ocean . After a while, I realise that the sun is directly overhead and I need to get on with lunch and dinner. I prepare the chicken and potato wedges for the oven and as I put them in , y/n walks out with her baggy shirt and a yawn.

“Did you have a nice nap?” I ask while getting my cinnamon ingredients.

“Yes, what are you making ?” She questions whilst sniffing around and analysing the growing number of ingredients on the kitchen island.

“Pumpkin cinnamon rolls with chicken and potato wedges.” I say whilst adjusting the scale.

“I like that. Can I help?” She doesn’t even let me get a word out , already beside me.

“I know all you want to do is sift the flour and eat the icing sugar.”

“No I don’t”

“So you’ll knead?”This is what I’m sure will deter her.

“We have a functioning stand mixer.” she retorts

“I hate using machines. I only bought that for you .”I respond smugly which is received by a huff. I meekly add:

“You can keep me company while I make it.”

She smiles and responds and sits down . We have slow conversations about everything going on in our lives and by the time I start kneading it's silent , Samosa is playing with her toys and y/n is intently watching how I knead.

“You knead so intensely, won’t you get finger cramps?” she quietly asks,brushing her fingers where my veins are prominent.

“I don't find it that intense. '' I sheepishly replied.

“It is intense, your veins are practically popping from your hands.”She retorts

“No, my hands are just that defined. It’s bound to happen considering my exercise routine.''I respond as I roll the dough.She remains silent, carefully watching how lather the cinnamon sugar onto the rectangular-ish dough. As I cut up the rolls and place them on the tray, the oven dings and y/n goes for the pink mitts that are so out of place in the white , modern kitchen . She removes the chicken first, smiling at the crisp , golden chicken skin and places it on the table alongside the potato wedges.

“This looks good . Aren’t you glad I taught you how to cook?” She says with a laugh.

“I knew how to cook, I just didn’t know how to make it less mediocre.”

She scoffs at that, and I place the cinnamon rolls in . I take out the plates as y/n sets up something for us to watch. This time she chose The Looney Tunes Show. I’m sensing a pattern in animal related content and I find it sweet that she’s always trying to include Samosa in whatever we watch .Therapy is doing wonders to her character because I’m noticing a side to her that I’ve never seen before and we’ve known each other since we were two.

She never shared her toys and refused to help me ride a bicycle despite being better than me. If my sandcastles were bigger or better, she would knock them down then cry to her mom when I’d start fighting with her . She couldn’t stand the fact that I was taller than her, neat Doc Martens’ subtly pressed at my toes whenever we’d meet . Honestly ,I disliked it whenever mom said she’s coming over.I only began tolerating her when we were in university and she mellowed out a bit. Though the princess behaviour was still there , her competitive behaviour was aimed at her academic rivals thus making us have an acquaintanceship.

She’s now a lot more softer. She smiles wider. Her eyes widen at any intriguing thing she sees. She easily welcomes people in her life. I’ve never seen her this carefree ,curiously watching what I do. I mean she now knows why I moved to Kenya . I hope to keep her like this forever . Living with her has made me a bit protective of her. No wonder her mom went overboard.

“Jotaro, Samosa is trying to take my chicken leg. Can you please give her her own meat?”y/n says, hoisting her arm that held the same chicken for a leaping Samosa to not swipe it.

I chuckle as I cut up Samosa’s chicken piece to smaller pieces, catcalling her to her bowl at which she stops terrorising y/n.

We end up spending the entire afternoon watching the show y/n munching off the cinnamon rolls . By seven pm the two were dozing off , and we weren’t even halfway done with the first season. I clean up the kitchen and take Samosa to her bed .

“Y/n, go to bed.”

“Carry me.”She jokingly mumbles.

I did carry her . The mosquitoes were going to turn her to a buffet plus the couch is uncomfortable. This was definitely not because I didn’t want to interrupt her sleep. It certainly wasn’t because I was scared she’ll bump her head. She seems confused by me willingly hoisting her up bridal style on her bed, carefully laying her down.

“Thank you. Goodnight.”

I resisted giving her a forehead kiss. Too romantic…too parental.

By Monday Morning, Noriaki informed us that he was halfway done with his journey back to Japan and a short video call was shared between us and him. Y/n shows him the cinnamon rolls he missed out on as Samosa lets out a cry for Noriaki to acknowledge her.

As I leave for work, y/n asks;

“My friend invited me for a fair that’s happening on the Waterfront, would you like to come?”Her eyes glanced up , anticipating my response.

“Is it on a weekend?”

“Yeah.This week.”

“Why not?”. She smiled back ,white teeth gleaming

It's unfair how she continues to catch me off guard . I’m anxious that my feelings are no longer platonic based on the quickness of my heartbeat when I so much as look at her.

“Bye, what would you like for supper?’

“I’ll cook rice and chicken katsu for us ,don’t worry about it.”

“What's gotten you in a cooking mood?”

I shrugged as I waved bye cause I too can't articulate what has turned me so domestic.

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grimhearted · 2 years

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Notes of a Drunken Young Soul

All at once, the buzzing of atoms inside me reverberated from my spine through right down to the heel. It was some jolt of lightning blitz the deepest part of you. I had just woken up in the backseat of some car I didn’t know. Someone had spewed their guts in the mat, and I thought I knew who it might be. The sun wasn’t out yet, and the street lights were still going strong with a gentle hum. It hadn’t been that long I guess. I looked around and the house in front of me had music going and the chatter of humans echoing closely through the the empty lot next door. I got up to the porch and peered inside only to have a man walk outside from the entrance. “Shit Chris, how’re you feeling?”

“I need a beer.”

“I think you had a ton already man,” he said with a smirk, “besides Jens in the back all pissed because you said you’d take her with you tonight and you just ended up getting shitfaced outside.”

“Whose Jen?” I asked, half distracted by the cooler of beer I saw sitting inside through the window.

“MY SISTER? JENNY? You know the girl you were all goo goo eyes with and telling her all those things and what not?” At this point I could tell he was become upset with me. “You know what maybe it’s better if you just..”

“Chris?” A young girl in a nice white dress came outside, “You’re awake!! Good now we can get back to the party.” She came up to me and embraced me tightly and kissed me in the check, all the while smiling at the fact that we’d be picking up where we’d left off from earlier.

“Jen, he was just leaving, he got to drunk earlier and had to sleep it off for a bit so I put him in my car, but he says he doesn’t feel well even after napping.”

Jens face seemed a little disheartened, “Is that true? are you not feeling ok? if you want you can sleep it off in my room.”

“WHAT! Jen!? This loser isn’t staying in my house.

Jen spun around and hit right in her brothers face, “Shut the fuck up Stephen, it my house too, and I can shut this shit down whenever I want to, or did you forget who bought all the booze for your little party tonight?” Stephens face went from anger you shame in almost an instant “Now get inside and leave us alone.” She turned back to be and grabbed my hand, “you ok though?”

“Yeah, just need another beer and I’ll be straight.” I said grabbing her hand.

“Oh, let’s get inside, there’s plenty”

She grabbed me and pulled me inside and after a few more rounds, I was back where I started. Only this time there was a soft bed and a softer body. The room smelt like expensive perfume, and the sheets were silk and kind. The next morning I woke up, I didn’t find Jen in the bed with me. I stumbled to my feet and put in my clothes and shoes and hurried out the door. As I pushed out of the room, I heard dishing sounds of pots being shifted, while the aroma of bacon and eggs wafted through the air.

“Hey Chris!” Jens head popped from the kitchen, “I’m making some breakfast, you want some?”

I hadn’t eaten a decent meal in weeks, and the air only made my stomach lurch forward for whatever it was she had frying.

“Sure.” I said

She fixed me a healing plate and something small for herself and I filled myself with the eggs, bacon, pancakes and coffee. Nothing seemed to be so good at the time. The eggs cooked perfectly, the bacon ever so chewy. All the while, from across the table, Jen had her head resting in her hands, elbow propped on the table. There was still so much innocence to her, a lively figure who just didn’t seem to fit in to my normal crowd. After I was done I chugged the coffee down and started to get up.

“I’ll see you again right?” Jen asked “maybe we can catch a movie or something?”

“I don’t particularly like movie.” I said as I looked through my pockets for a cigarette.

“Oh, well Uh, you have my number. Im sure can figure something out and get together soon.” she said

“Yeah, you have a cigarette?” I asked

“No, I don’t smoke…”

“Alright, I gotta get going, we’ll talk soon.” I tried to walk off, but she gave me a quick hug and smile. There it was again, that innocence. Somehow I think she new I wouldn’t call. As I walked out the door, she probably felt this would be the last time she saw me. As I walked out, I saw Stephen in the back seat with a rag and a bucket. His eyes met mine and like daggers I knew he wished to run one right through my heart.

“Hey Stephen, you got a cigarette?”

“Fuck you chris! Get the fuck out of here before I beat your ass.”

Worth a shot, I guess. I walked over to the nearest gas station, pulled out a 5 and got a pack of cigarettes. Packed it, pulled one out and lit it right next to the pump. I lived closer to death. Closer to life. I watched the sun come up to many times. Life was strange.

-Grimhearted

(8.21.2022)

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sofspook · 4 years

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good morning!

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i want to kill tumblr. i literally had this queued for 8 this morning, and it didn’t post. then I tried to post it manually and it deleted all the text inside. and now I have to go back and make edits. at least I back up my stories partially. hhhhhhhhh.

anyway. finally some background! this takes place directly after One Thing. have some fluff and a liiiiiiillll bit of sad.. !!

CWs: blanket warning for boxboy universe/pet whump setting, implied past childhood physical, mental, and sexual abuse, implied past withholding of food, and food in general

The next morning's stiff coldness was met with a strong, sweet smell of Swedish pancakes from the kitchen and a quiet sizzling of batter in a skillet. And Keith was no professional cook, by all means, but he did have that one recipe down thanks to his father all those years ago and, he figured, maybe he'd fix up something a little nicer than the usual eggs and toast to brighten the kid's first morning here.

Perks of having sold a successful company happened to include money, sure, but mostly the freedom and flexibility in schedule to take out a few years of working, in Keith's case, which meant he didn't worry about calls about credit or hiring and firing as he chopped strawberries. It meant that now, he could focus on helping people, and filling his hours with rescuing and rehoming boxboys. And making Swedish pancakes.

By the time he poured the last of the batter and finished up the plates with fruit and powdered sugar, it was nearly two in the afternoon. That was something he'd learned to plan for, though, and done on purpose, after having enough exhausted rescues cycle through the place, so when the new boxboy stepped carefully into the kitchen with his hands tucked up in his sleeves and pulled up to his chest, breakfast was still warm.

Keith smiled. "Good morning!"

He remained in the threshold between the living room and the kitchen, hesitant. Even with that bit of distance, Keith could see the fear in his eyes. The tightness in his shoulders. Lowered head, slouching to appear smaller. It wasn’t unfamiliar, and it wasn’t something Keith couldn’t help with a little bit of care.

“Come on in,” he said, nodding to the kitchen island. “I’ve got breakfast for us.”

The boy’s steps were silent, soft new socks on tile. His hands were drowned in the navy hoodie given to him the night before and so was the rest of him, all skin and bones covered in thick clothing that shouldn’t be too big for someone his age. At Keith’s gesture and with a little pause, he finally reached for a stool, and took a seat.

There were several plates set out. One had chopped strawberries, another had bananas, another with blueberries, and on another plate there were minced mangoes. There sat a jar of peanut butter and a jar of Nutella and two big things of whipped cream and some Ghirardelli chocolate sauce and even more miscellaneous toppings strewn about the countertop. Plenty of choices. Couldn’t go wrong.

Keith flipped a Swedish pancake onto the empty plate in front of the boy, and he flinched.

“Ever had these before?” he asked, and he was glad that the answer is a small shake of the head. Breakfast wouldn’t be accompanied by a flashback, then. “Well, the best part about these, is all the toppings.” He dished some onto his own plate pointedly. “See, you just- put whatever you want on top, and roll it up- like this. Like a... burrito.”

The boy watched with fierce, nervous focus. And then, he looked up, with a gaze that said What if I get it wrong? What if I don’t choose the right answer?

“There aren’t any wrong choices,” he assured. “Have whatever you’d like.”

And eventually, after a period of rushed thought, the boy did reach for a few plates, put some odd combinations together like mango and peanut butter, and rolled it up exactly the way he’d been shown. And then he stopped, pushed the plate towards Keith, and looked at him expectantly.

And Keith, who sat beside him at the kitchen island with a mouthful of strawberry-chocolate-pancake, realized he didn’t understand that no, I didn’t mean make me one, I meant make you one. “No, no. This is for you. We’re sharing this food, bud. I made plenty for both of us.” An afterthought, minding the way the kid tensed at doing something wrong as he perceived it, Keith added, “Thank you, though. That was kind.”

So finally, tentatively, with his frantic deer eyes darting over to check his expression every millisecond, he ate, and even gave in when Keith insisted he take at least another two and eat until he’s no longer hungry. Which, in any safehouse’s book, is a success.

There was... one thing, though. The kid kept one hand under the opposite thigh the whole time they sat at the table. Keith probably wouldn’t have noticed, except he kept switching his arm, and at first he couldn’t figure out why he did that, thought maybe it was some sort of nervous tick or something, until he caught the pattern. Every time Keith moved to another side of him, right or left-- whether it be to get up and feed the cat or grab the plate of mangoes without reaching over him-- he’d switch arms. Why, though, he didn’t know. And probably, he thought, he didn’t need to. None of his business.

But still. It was... odd.

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