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red-viewe · 10 months

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general lilia x reader thoughts 🔫 (part three 👌)

COLORED LETTERS IS FAE LANGUAGE, (tw swearing)

Part 2 part 1

"Please pay attention to me, your grace~" a young lady says as she touches Lilia seductively, before he pushes her away and walks away, rolling his eyes.

'Ew.'

"C'mon, Duke! Look alive! You're the famous general, you should enjoy the fame!" A soldier playfuly shouts, as the party gets louder and louder.

The war has finally ended after 3 years, peace taking over both sides of the war. The borders are open, and many expected years of prosperity and peace.

'3 years since I've seen them, 3 years since I've felt their warmth.' Lilia sighs, massaging his temples.

'Just a few more days until i see them.

Just a few more days....'

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"Y/n, my love and life, please take this ring and marry m-"

"Absolutely not." You slam the door, annoyed. It's been 3 years since Lilia left, and the war ended, meaning that men and women are coming back home to see their families, some looking to start one. As a hot asf, unmarried, somewhat financially stable person, you were expected to be popular among the marriage market in both women and men.

'Dude, i did not know i had this much game.' You thought, peeking out the window to see a line of people waiting at your door. 'WTF I DON'T KNOW HALF THESE PEOPLE. IT'S LITERALLY 3 IN THE MORNING. '

Sighing, you quickly pulled out a peice of paper, writing in bold, thick letters, 'NOT ACCEPTING MARRIAGE PROPOSALS' and stuck it onto the window.

'What if he forgot about me? Should i just give up on waiting?' Fuck no. Why would you do that to lilia?

'Genuinely fuck this shit.' You sighed, going back to sleep.

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'Knock knock knock'

'Ugh, dude i swear, if it's another suitor I'm moving.'

You slowly walk to the door, opening the door.

"I said no more suitors! Read the god damn sign!" You say, annoyed, looking up to see a man with long, black hair with red highlights. You slam the door, and go to walk back to your room.

'Wait.' You pause to think. (For once)

Long black hair with red- OMG YOU JUST SLAMED THE DOOR ON LILIA.

You rush back to the door, now fully awake and quickly open the door.

"LIlia!" You jump to hug the fae, his eyes widened at the sudden embrace.

"Beastie! I thought you forgot who i was. How mean of you to slam the door on your love." He hugs you back, pouting and nuzzling his face into your neck with warm cheeks.

"W-we don't talk about that..." You look away, embarrassed.

"Pft, it's quite alright, my love." He pulls you in for a soft, deep kiss. "So I hear you had many suitors, hmm? Planning to marry someone who's not me?" Lilia smirks, pulling away to cup your cheek.

"I swear i can explain-"

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"And thats how me and your mother/father met snd fell in love." Lilia giggles at the memory, "Ahh, young love." A young silver haired boy looks at his father, now filled with questions.

"But father, but isn't y/n a human? How can they live so l"ong? Also, what happened to all the suitors? And the bar?"

"Hmm, now now, silver, that's too complicated for your young mind to understand. I shall tell you when you are of age." Lilia smiles, as he rocks the boy to sleep.

"Everytime you tell that story, Silver always ends uo falling asleep." You walk in, taking Silver from Lilia's arms to transfer him to his spiderbat bed.

"It's our love story dear, I'll tell it again and again untill the whole world knows how we fell in love."

"You're lucky I love you, you cheeky bat." You pout, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too, beastie."

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Authors notes :D

I THOUGHT I PUBLISHED THIS BEFORE GOING CAMPING IM SO SRRY

Also this is probably the end of the general lilia x read thoughts series, but I'll definitely be making more stories on other characters and lilia.

Also if you guys want side stories on this series lmk(Requests r always open btw GIMMIE UR IDEAS)

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#twsited wonderland #twst x you #twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #twisted wonderland lilia #lilia vanrouge x reader #general!lilia x reader #lilia x you #red-viewe

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zhongrin · 4 months

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𒆙 zhongli

part 7/8 of ⎡∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺⎦, a zhongli 2023 birthday event

𖧷 tags ┈ fem!reader (you get called nǎinai), afab!reader (implied past pregnancy), you’re both grandparents with grandchildren, super domestic, teeth-rotting fluff, ocs: liwen & liwei

𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓊 ❬ masterlist ❭ 𐫱 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 ❬ taglist ❭

𝒾t would not be an over-exaggeration to say that there was no greater happiness at this moment than the way the innocent bright smiles of your grandchildren filled you up with warmth, even more so given the harbor’s chilly cold breezes of the night.

“yéye, nǎinai, bye bye!” the youthful cheers were just as energetic as ever despite the lateness of the night. the tiny mostly-humans waved at the both of you, some jumping and bouncing like overexcited hatchlings, others in a calmer manner reminiscent of your husband’s temperament.

“don’t run!” you reminded them as you waved back, a fond smile stretching your lips as you watched them walk further and further into the distance. the same expression made itself home on your beloved’s face, even as your not-so-small family turned around the corner, vanishing from view. a poignant silence blanketed the two of you, the solemn tune of tranquility momentarily accompanied by the squawks of the gulls passing overhead.

a gloved hand settled on the small of your back, and you inhaled deeply in pensiveness before following the guiding push. zhongli led you towards the calm docks, making sure to choose the flattest paths so your bad knees would have the least strain. as if that wasn’t considerate enough, you knew he was also attentively judging your condition from the way you gripped his arm to help you walk.

he was ever so silent and yet, you knew his head was full of many things. he seemed to be getting especially contemplative with each of the years that passed lately.

“….. liwen is turning out to be a wise mother,” he remarked after a few minutes of silence, “perhaps she had unconsciously learned the art of parenting from dealing with all of liwei’s sudden bursts of high energy ever since they were young, do you think?”

“perhaps… but i think she learned it from you,” you chuckled, “just like how she’d perfectly replicated your special slow-cooked bamboo shoots soup.”

“to be more specific, your slow-cooked bamboo shoots soup.”

“oh, i forgot about that,” you snickered, “’soup so good even rex lapis is hopelessly infatuated with it!’…. that past self of mine sure has great foresight, hm?”

“that you did, my dear,” zhongli chuckled, eyes twinkling just like that day, but this time with his convivial smile in full view. he had long since felt comfortable enough to bare himself in front of you, knowing that you would never turned up your nose against him across all of your lifetimes.

your conversation temporarily halted so you could focus on climbing up the small steps of stairs with zhongli’s help. a series of huffs and puffs later, you sighed deeply, one hand pressed onto your cheek as your husband paused in your walk just so you could take a little breather, “dear me…. i think for your next birthday i’ll have to spend it in a wheelchair.”

“then i shall be sure to speak to master zhang to get the commission started,” zhongli smiled, “may i propose a mechanism so it can only be pushed by someone who wields geo elemental energy?“

there he goes, flirting with you again.

“and whatever will i do when i need someone to help me push the wheelchair while you’re not around, hmm?“

“are you implying i will just abandon you at the side of the road? after all these years? you wound me, darling.”

“you’re so dramatic, i swear to rex lapis.”

eyes rolling, you shared a chuckle before continuing on your way back to your modest shared abode.

as you walked, golden shadows of the past clouded your eyes, the ghosts of the past playing moments remembered before the deserted streets, unconsciously creating an upward curl on the corners of your lips.

you saw the first time you walked back home, with the newborn twins tucked safely within yours and zhongli’s arms: with you panicking internally, because dear gods you were not ready for two babies, while zhongli merely gave you a comforting smile and tried to calm your nerves with his soothing reassurances. you saw the two of you chasing the two toddlers, nearly knocking over the pots of marigolds on your front porch: zhongli panicking because liwei’s shapeshifting had gone out of control and he was practically zooming about everywhere in his dragon form, while you couldn’t help but laugh at your husband’s attempts to lead him back home without attracting too many eyes. you saw the two of you seeing off the twins, the first day they insisted on going to school by themselves, because ‘all the big kids do it and we’re big kids!’: the both of you the most anxious you had ever been in your lives, despite knowing big brother xiao would be faithfully watching the little ones and would never allow any harm to befall them.

so many memories, so many years, so many birthdays... passed in the blink of an eye.

“hey, li…,“ you hummed and squeezed his arm with your wrinkled fingers, “…….. happy birthday. even if i won’t be here to say it next year, make sure to spend it with our family, okay?”

“yes, darling.”

“don’t get too lonely, okay? i’ll be back in your arms again before you know it.”

“…. i know, my dear.”

in actuality, he would gladly spend hundreds of birthdays without you, just to spend one birthday with you. but had he told you this, he had a feeling it would add a sad frown onto your lovely face, so he refrained. so instead, he planted a kiss onto your forehead, lined and creased with age and wisdom, with a fond whisper that carried the weight of his devotion.

“i know you always will.”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #rin writes #∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺

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loveronlineee · 2 years

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The Little Things Part 2 (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist All Parts

Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Y/N puts eyeliner on Eddie (That’s it. That’s all you need to know.)

Y/N notes: none

Wanna be on the Eddie Munson tag list? Look here!

Wanna request something? Look here!

“Good evening gents!” Eddie shouted as he sauntered into their club room. The group turned to see their dungeon master, They were already setup and waiting for him.

“Eddie where the hell have you been? We were supposed to start like 15 minutes ago!” Dustin whined.

“I’m afraid there was a fair maiden in need of saving.” Eddie explained as he sat down. He put both his hands on the table, examining the set up.

“A fair maiden?” Dustin repeated, sceptical. Mike looked down at Eddie’s hands, noticing his decorated nails.

“Y/N L/N?!” Mike questioned. Eddie just smiled and winked. “No way dude.”

“I’ll have you know Wheeler, that L/N and I are very. Good. Friends.” Eddie replied, putting emphasis on his last three words. He was riding the high of the afternoon he had had with Y/N. It actually made the D&D session better as Eddie was even more in character than usual.

As the club filtered out, Dustin and Mike brought it up again.

“Y/N L/N. Really?” Mike asked for the millionth time.

“Yes Wheeler. Really.” Eddie replied as the cold night air hit them.

“I still don’t buy it.” Dustin shook his head. Eddie walked backwards towards his van.

“You shall see sceptical one. Tomorrow morning. Before school.” He did finger guns at them before getting into his van and driving off.

The next morning arrived. Eddie sat in his van in the car park listening to music, drumming on the steering wheel as he watched students filter into the building. He heard a knock on his side window. Y/N was there, smiling at him. He couldn’t help but smile back. He watched as she ran around the front and got into the passenger seat. She held up her eyeliner pencil.

“You ready?” She asked excitedly, already taking the lid off. Eddie chuckled.

“As long as you don’t take my eye out L/N.”

“Can’t make any promises Eddie.” She joked back. She held Eddie’s chin and moved him to face her. The girl scanned then furrowed her eyebrows in thought. Eddie was just appreciating how close they were to each other again. Her hand felt so soft on his face. He wanted to put his hand on top but resisted the urge.

“Everything okay?” He asked, after a few seconds of silence. Y/N let go of his face and began getting up.

“I can’t get a good view from here. Do you mind?” She moved over to sit on Eddie’s lap, facing him. The metal head’s eyes widened as he watched her get on top of him. His arms reflexively went up so they were in mid air. He could feel his nerves rising. Y/N noted his slight panic.

“You good?” Eddie paused before replying quietly.

“I don’t know where to put my hands.” Y/N chuckled and guided his hands to rest on her hips.

“Here okay?”

“Y-Yeah.” Eddie managed to reply, still processing what was happening.

“Okay try to stay still.” Once she started, Eddie managed to relax a little and actually enjoy the experience. He didn’t want to move his hands in case he did something wrong. Instead he focused on Y/N’s face, still deep in concentration. One hand held his chin, tilting his head back, the other holding the pencil. “You gotta look up.”

“But what if I wanna look at you?” Eddie mumbled but Y/N definitely caught it. She couldn’t help but smile at that response. Still, she was determined to do what she set out to.

“You can look at me all you want when I’m done.” Eddie looked up.

“All I want?”

“Aaaaaaaall you want.” Y/N replied, drawing across Eddie’s waterline. She tried to keep it steady as Eddie’s grin changed the shape of his eyes. She finally pulled away.

“How do I look L/N?”

“Pretty.” Eddie’s smile grew wider at her response.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Y/N moved his hair away from his eyes to admire her work.

“You got anything else for me?” Eddie asked. Y/N cocked her head to the side.

“Hmm… I wish I’d brought my tinted lip gloss. But that probably would have been too much.” She replied, letting herself think out loud. Eddie shrugged.

“I’d be up for it.” Y/N nodded.

“Okay I’ll remember it for tomorro-“

“You’re wearing it right now aren’t you?” Eddie questioned.

“Yeah?” Y/N replied cautiously.

“Well there is one way I can wear your lip gloss then.” Eddie stated. Y/N hesitated for a moment. She slowly leaned forward. Eddie closed his eyes and waited patiently to feel Y/N’s lips on his.

She tasted soft and sweet. Even in just a simple kiss, he felt his world spinning. He opened his eyes again as he felt her pull away. She stared at him quizzically before cleaning up the corners of his mouth with her finger.

“Not sure if it suits you…”

“Y/N you can’t be serious.”

“What?” Y/N questioned.

“You can’t tell me that the only reason you did that was to see how I’d look with the lip gloss on.” Y/N chuckled.

“I didn’t say that.” Eddie finally smiled back at her again. They heard the school bell ring from the building. “Shit I’m gonna be late.”

Y/N spun herself around so that she was still sat on him, but now facing the front. She pulled down the mirror to fix her own lip gloss and couldn’t help but notice Eddie staring. She also couldn’t ignore how his arms had wrapped around her waist. No matter how warm and comforting it felt, she needed to go. “Eddie come on.”

“We can be a little late.” Eddie mumbled into her neck. Y/N chuckled as she pulled herself out of his grasp.

“Nope we gotta go.” The metal head sighed but didn’t protest anymore. He followed Y/N out of his van and to the front entrance. That’s when he spotted Dustin and Mike staring at them, mouths slightly open in disbelief. Eddie wasn’t sure how much they had seen but it was definitely at least Y/N sitting on his lap in his van. Y/N turned back to him one last time. “I’ll see you later!” Eddie waved as she disappeared inside.

“How the hell..?” Mike managed to say. Eddie just winked at them and walked past.

“Told ya boys.”

#eddie munson #reader x Eddie Munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things season four #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steddie #reader x Steve harrington #st steddie

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alittlefanatic · 1 year

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hi!! can you write a wally x reader one shot where the reader joins this foxtrot ballroom dance competition with wally (they join as friends, i think you can see where im going w this) and through those days of practice, both the reader and wally get flustered by eachother (hidden mutual crushing !!) omgg then the reader asks poppy for advice bc shes kimd of like the mother figure of the neighbourhood .. then the day of the competition arrives, wally is a little anxious about it like what if they fall on the floor?? he only learned how to ballroom dance bc he wanted to partner up with the reader but the reader reassures that hes going to do great and glamourous!! they perform and omgg the eye contact, how secured both of their grasp is on one another, the reader's whispers of reassurance to wally while they danced to can't take my eyes off you?? omgggg, both of them confess during when they were awarded for 2nd place !!

oh and ofc, always make sure to take breaks n drink water!! :D

STORY BELOW!

Oh, this made my heart absolutely MELT!

I don't know much about dance competitions but do not worry I will indeed try my best neighbor!!

I think I'm going to make this story have multiple parts, so I apologize if this is too long! I already have chapter Ideas if this tells you anything LMAO But I have so many ideas for this story in particular that I want to put my all into it! Until the other parts come out though, enjoy this first chapter! And if you would like, I can tag you in the updates

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🍎Shall We Dance? - Day 1🍎

Wally Darling x Reader Story

Tags: Fluff, Romantic, Established Crush, and Friendship!

Summary: Sally recently announced a Dance competition in the neighborhood! Granted, you have no idea how to even Foxtrot, but it couldn't be so bad right? Besides! You have your best friend Wally there as your Dance Partner! Nothing could go wrong...well, that is, until some feelings come to the surface...

(Lovely art by TTobeeb on Twitter)

It was a beautiful Sunny day in the neighborhood! It was peaceful, quiet, relaxed...well, you would say that if it wasn't for Sally Starlet running around happily in the neighborhood, posters in hand as she plastered them onto doors and trees and fences all along the neighborhood.

You and Wally were sitting in the grass simply chatting in the warm sun, spring was coming to a close and summer was beginning to arrive, when you noticed the happily frantic star gushing and dancing about. You couldn't help but glance toward Wally, raising an eyebrow.

"Do you have any Idea what she's up to?"

"No clue neighbor. It could be that she's trying to set up another play?"

"Maybe? God, I don't know if I could star in another one. I completely messed up my lines halfway through and I just wanted to lie down and perish."

Wally couldn't help but laugh, giving you a friendly pat on the shoulder. Wally was your best friend, you have pretty much been through it all! Julie would tease the two of you relentlessly, saying that we'd be the 'picture perfect couple' but we always joked about it and cast it aside. We were just good friends, and I was happy to say that I knew him!

"Oh come on neighbor, you weren't that bad."

"Wally, how does a person mess up Romeo and Juliet?"

Wally was about to answer before the bright and energetic came running up to the two of us.

"NEIGHBOR! WALLY! You're going to join my competition right?" She spoke excitedly, doing a twirl as she held her fliers close, before handing one to each of you. You cocked your head, confused.

"Competition? What happened to plays?" You spoke, reading over the flier. It was very colorful and bright, with red glitter over the title 'Foxtrot Dance Competition.' This was dancing, was it not?

"Yes, this is a form of...ballroom dance? Have you been hanging out with Julie again? I know how much of a romantic she is." Wally spoke, obviously teasing but Sally was oblivious, nodding her head.

"Yes! Julie would talk about how ball dances worked and thought we should incorporate them into our plays sometime. But that would mean we would need some great dancers as the leads in order to sell the play more! So! With that in mind, we came up with the idea of creating this competition, not only to see others' dance skills, but to think about leading roles for the future~"

Sally rambled on and on excitedly as I couldn't help but continue to stare at the flier, reading it. 'Foxtrot Dance Competition! Partner Required! Come test out your dancing skills! Winners get to be the star in the upcoming play!' The thought wasn't too bad! You didn't know how to dance much, you had some skill, but hey, the worst that could happen was that you would place last right? Deep in thought, Wally's voice broke you out of your thoughts.

"Thank you for the offer Sally, but I think both neighbor and I will have to de-"

"I'll do it!" You spoke with newfound excitement. It would give you something to do on these hot summer days and learn a new skill, there are no downsides!

Wally looked over at you, eyes widening. He looked at you with dilated pupils, but you couldn't help but smile excitedly. Sally couldn't either, she was beginning to shine even more than she already was! Grabbing both of my hands and pulling me up to jump up and down.

"Oh my goodness that's so exciting! Thank you neighbor I absolutely know you're going to do great and you are going to dance wonderfully and-" Sally kept on and on, jumping you in circles to the point you were almost dizzy.

Wally looked down at the flier again, contemplating before letting out a quiet sigh. What was he getting himself into? The sight of you with your wide smile though, was all that he could ask for. He loved seeing his friend smile.

"I'll join in too. You need a partner for these kinds of things, right? Neighbor, I'd like to enter with you as my partner if you don't mind~" He spoke, looking towards you with his signature smile. Your excitement only continued to grow as you grabbed Wally's hand.

"I'd absolutely love to! We are an unstoppable pair! This is going to be a breeze!"

"Well, you two better get to practicing then! The competition is the next Saturday, not this upcoming one!" Sally interrupted, tapping the flier to show the date.

"That's only...10 days away! Is that even enough time?" Wally asked, there was a hint of worry in his voice. "I don't know how to dance very well, in fact, I'm poor at it."

You never actually heard Wally admit he wasn't very good at something before, so that was a first. He was usually a confident guy, it may seem as if he was full of himself sometimes sure, but he always meant well. You couldn't help but smile.

"Well, what's the worst that'll happen Mr. Darling?"

He pondered that for a moment, shaking his head as he gave a lighthearted laugh. "Ha ha ha. Nothing too bad I guess now that I think about it! You're right neighbor. You always know how to view things positively. That's what makes you the most!"

You couldn't help but smile, as Sally looked between the two of you, a small smirk set across her face.

"Well, get to dancing you two! I want to see passion and sparks! Make my heart SOAR with your dancing! I have to tell others about this-"

"Haven't you already put fliers over the whole neighborhood?" You raised an eyebrow.

"That's barely enough! I have to get going!" Sally laughed and waved, grabbing her fliers when she spotted her next targets. With a cheerful smile, she ran towards Eddie and Frank. You could faintly hear in the distance her rambling on about the competition.

"God, does that girl ever know how to slow down?"

"Sometimes I wonder if she knows the meaning of slow."

You and Wally both looked at each other and laughed, holding the flier in your hand as you extended your other to Wally.

"Well 'Partner,' looks like you're stuck with me for the next 10 days! You ready to get your dancing shoes on?"

"You make it sound like being stuck with you is a bad thing! I'm delighted neighbor." He spoke, grabbing your hand as you lifted him off the ground and onto his feet. You couldn't help but smile at him, as you looked down at the flier once more, putting your hand to your chin as you began to pace back and forth.

"I need to make sure I have the appropriate attire, dance shoes for certain, we need to have lots of water, especially during this heatwave. Hmm...do you have a music disc? Or at least a slow-paced song?" You thought allowed, looking towards Wally who was thinking alongside you.

"I know I have one somewhere at Home, I might just have to go and dig for it is all! Other than that, I think we are as prepared as we could be. If we need to, we could always go to Howdy's Bugdega and ask for some supplies?"

"I might have to...I don't recall having any dancewear...I do know we need to start immediately! Tomorrow! After we get our supplies, let's get straight to dancing and see what we need to work on!!" You spoke enthusiastically, your hands on your hips as you had this smirk about you.

Wally couldn't help but roll his eyes and sigh a little at your disposition. It was too late to back out now, and he certainly wasn't going to. He couldn't help but remain cheery though.

"Well then neighbor, I do have a couple of things I need to do before then, like clean Home and find some records. So I will probably head back, as it is starting to become late anyways." Wally looked over to the sky, it was getting a bit late! Time always seemed to fly by when you were with each other.

You nodded and smiled, giving a little salute. "Well then Mr. Darling! I'll be at Home at nine am sharp! You better be prepared!" You half-joked, as you turned around, giving him a little wave as you began to walk back to your house.

"Be safe neighbor! I'll see you at nine am!" Wally smiled, waving goodbye as they headed back towards home.

As you began to walk home though, a pit of nervousness began to grow in your stomach. Dancing? You had no idea what you were doing! You've never slow-danced before, nonetheless been to a dance, unless you count dancing in your bedroom with the music turned up.

You sighed, making it to your home, opening the door, and heading inside, putting the flier on the kitchen counter, as you stared at it.

What did you get yourself into?

AUTHORS NOTE:

THIS IDEA MAKES ME SO SOFT!! I genuinely have about 10 chapters in mind, one for each day...so I hope you enjoy this neighbor!

Gentle Reminder I am a student and I am writing these when I can, finals are ROUGH!

You can also find this story on my wattpad!

#wally x reader #wally darling x reader #wally darling #wally darling x y/n #wally x y/n #welcome home arg #welcome home x reader #i am so soft #i dont know much about dance contests but i have ideas #stick with me for the ride #slow burn?????

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wndaswife · 1 year

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we shall both take very well deserved breaks then eheheh

could you perhaps do wanda who is weary about her powers bc she thinks they hurt people but in her little headspace reader encourages her to use them freely and so she does stuff with them constantly? e.i carrying her snacks behind her when shes holding her stuffies and her blankie, using them to get the cookies reader hid away, etc.

thank u for considering my request btw ur one of my fave writers ever!!

wanda maximoff & gn!reader

tags: fluff, hurt and comfort, age regression, little!wanda maximoff

summary: It’s easy learning to live a life on the run while hiding away in Edinburgh. It’s harder learning how to heal.

a/n: T_T thank you <33 i was excited to write this since i rlly love little wanda n haven't written for her yet :D

“What are you doing?”

Wanda jumped at the sound of your voice. The cereal box she’d been lifting with her magic dropped mid-air and she hid her hands behind her back. You quickly reached out and caught the box before it met the ground.

With a relieved exhale, you placed it on the counter then looked up to see a carton of milk and a bowl with a spoon in it laid in front of Wanda.

“Were you hungry?” you asked, looking over to Wanda who just nodded silently, her hands still clasped behind her back. “Were you using magic?” She looked away, her gaze falling to the floor as a shadow of guilt came over her face.

“Baby, I’m proud,” you reassured, walking towards her and into the pale light of the open refrigerator. You reached your hands behind her hips and took hold of her hands, unclasping them and interlacing your fingers so you could hold them in front of you. You kissed her knuckles. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you use it.”

“‘M sorry,” she apologised. “Just thought that… it was cereal, so it wouldn’t be hurting anyone if I just…”

You moved forward and wrapped your arms around her. She stepped closer and buried her face in your chest.

“I know it’s hard,” you whispered against the top of her head. You felt her nod against you. “How about I pour the cereal and then you can do the milk, huh? We can do it together so you don’t have to be nervous.”

“B… But my magic is scary. Hurts people.”

You pulled away and leaned down to look at her. “It doesn’t scare me, baby,” you said with a smile. “You don’t scare me. You’re just my sweet little angel. You couldn’t ever be scary.” Wanda smiled and giggled, her shoulders raising slightly under her blankie still wrapped around her body.

“Tiny little baby witch thinking she could scare me…” you cooed then wrapped an arm around her blanketed shoulders. “You’re silly.” Like a delicate animal, she curled up into the crook of your body and you laid your chin atop her head.

You turned both of your focuses to the counter and you rubbed her upper arm. You poured the colourful cereal with its myriad of sugary marshmallows into the bowl.

Wanda straightened in your arms, immediately excited to eat the cereal that was certainly more of a heavily-sugared desert than anything nutritious. Her eyes were practically shimmering in elation.

“Okay,” you said and looked down at her. “It’s your turn. Milk?” She faltered slightly, cuddling up to your body again then looking up at you.

You ran your hand up her back soothingly. “It’s just you and me here, angel,” you whispered reassuringly then cupped her cheek. Your thumb rubbed gently against the corner of her mouth. “You couldn’t ever hurt me. I trust you.”

Wanda nodded confidently then turned to the bowl of cereal. Her arm raised and her hand peeked out from the blanket. Her fingers lifted and for a few moments, she hesitated, staring helplessly at the carton of milk as her fingers wavered slightly.

A kiss was placed against her temple and you spoke against her skin, “I believe in you, sweet doll. I’m right here.” She took her bottom lip between her teeth then inhaled through her nose deeply before tiny red wisps finally formed around her fingertips.

The carton of milk lifted from the counter and its cap twisted off. You watched Wanda’s focused stare, a concentration that was not due to a great amount of exerted effort but rather her conscious subduing of the nerves that she felt spiking up in her at the usage of her magic. It took quite a lot not to feel guilty for using it.

Milk was poured into the bowl of cereal before Wanda set it upright and recapped it.

“Baby, that was amazing!” you praised, pulling away to look at her. Wanda was uncertain as she hid her hands away in the warm confines of her blanket again, eyes casted to the floor. You reached down and took her hand that was hidden away and kissed each finger gently.

You reiterated, squeezing her hand with yours, “That was amazing.”

She looked up from the floor and met your eyes nervously. “Really?” she asked.

“Really,” you answered. “I think we should celebrate.” You walked back into the living room with the cereal bowl in hand. You set it down on the coffee table then lifted Wanda’s stuffie up from the couch. Her eyes lit up and she quickly headed over towards you, her blanket gliding out behind her and making her look like the tiniest little superhero that's ever lived. The rapid padding of her feet made your heart melt. She threw herself into your arms.

Your arms wrapped around her body and she thanked you the best way she knew how by burying her face in her chest and shutting her eyes tightly while she hugged you around the waist.

The two of you stayed that way for a little while longer before you finally cuddled up together on the couch. You fed Wanda her cereal while she was buried under a mountain of blankets and pillows beside you. Her head was the only visible part of her body, which made you laugh to yourself every time you looked over at her and saw her — a ball of blankets and pillows and a head.

When she finally finished the sugary treat, you kissed her cheek and stood up from the couch. Wanda was still completely entranced by her favourite cartoon playing on the television until you called her name from the kitchen, holding up one of her pacifiers.

She reached her arm through the mountain of blankets and some pillows tumbled to the floor. The pacifier was wrapped in familiar red tendrils and it was lifted from your hand, travelling over to the living room and into Wanda’s mouth.

You joined her on the couch again and reburied her in the fallen pillows. She rested her head on your shoulder and you laid your head against the top of hers, your hand cradling the side of her head and playing with her hair absently.

Wanda looked up at you from your shoulder as she smiled around her paci. You kissed the tip of her nose and made her giggle. One of her stuffies, a lion with a rainbow mane, was lifted into the air and placed in your lap. You placed the lion between the both of you and your fingers wrapped around one of its tiny paws.

#wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #elizabeth olsen

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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Hii can request hcs of Noir and his lover watching Barbie? And like towards the end his lover just starts sobbing aggressively (because yea the message of the movie)

hello anon :DDD YES OFC, i LOVED the barbie movie, so i shall take advantage of my brain rot and make this >:)) spoilers for the barbie movie under the cut !!

ok, peter hadn't expected this movie to entertain him so. he thought this was going to be a children's film, probably one that catered to young girls–and it kind of was, until the message of the movie became more and more clear to him.

when the emotional scene of barbie meeting ruth came on the screen, her telling barbie she didn't need permission to be human, barbie telling her she wanted to experience being human and living life like a real woman, even if the real world is messy–it brought tears to yours eyes, and peter felt the tears coming on, too.

a few tears fell from peter's eyes, he sniffled them away, but when he heard your crying devolve into full blown sobs and hysterical crying because you resonated with that message so well and loved barbie's character, he got shaken and looked at you with his own reddened eyes.

"dearest! are you..." he'd ask, but seeing how hard you were crying that you couldn't even notice him asking you, he didn't dare continue that thought.

he wrapped his arms around you and shushed you in a comforting way, telling you it was okay, while he himself sobbed a little as well at the ending.

"all she wanted was to be a woman... but the real world sucks! and yet she wants to be a real woman, barbie! barbie's a real, living human who cries tears! i'm a real human who cries tears, has a mediocre life, and wishes something exciting could happen in my day, yet i feel like barbie the more she gets disappointed about the real world! yet... yet...! i live my life, and... it's with you, pete..." you'd sob out after the movie as you two walked out of the cinema.

peter kept holding you and comforting you as he wiped the remaining tears in his eyes. "and my life's being lived out with you in it, love. and i wouldn't change a thing."

"sure, they're right–the real world sucks and not every day can be amazing, but if i'm with you every day... every day becomes more than amazing."

then you two go get barbie and ken dolls together and cry a little more about how beautiful the film was and how much it meant to both of you :D

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @connors-cumslurper @luvstarrstruck @k4tsu3 @fictarian @maxoloqy

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #the barbie movie spoilers #barbie #spider noir x you #spider noir x y/n #the barbie movie #spider noir fluff #atsv #atsv fluff #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader

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loveandleases · 7 months

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Nsfw alphabet for M? Please, they need more love! I've gone through their tag like five times already!

And M you shall have! Below the cut ~ Kara ABC

Isaac ABC

Cam ABC

G ABC

Ardent ABC

A = Aftercare - A nervous little wreck. After the first time, M will develop better ways to provide aftercare. They will try and be comforting while blushing. Cursing because they don't know what to provide/do first. Do you need something? Cuddle....from them? Oh, so embarrassing!

B = Body part - Their favorite body part on their body is their tummy. They are happy with their shape and are happy they have accepted themselves. On their partner, it's the thighs. They really, really have a thing for thighs. Especially if those thighs are straddling them.

C = Cum - Will apologize for getting cum on you, will even try to help clean it up right after.

D = Dirty Secret - They have a folder of porn that they like and have labeled it "how to improve your game"

E = Experience - 0 experience. They are experienced with themself and that is it.

F = Favourite Position - They have no idea! It will be something they need to practice to decide. I'm sure there is someone who could help them.

G = Goofy - Not so much goofy as nervous. They will shake ever so slightly, be unsure of what to do, and how to react. Should they look in your eyes, or at your body, or when things are happening? Don't mind their mumbling they just want to remember this for later.

H = Hair - M is shaven, there is no hair downstairs. They make sure to keep on top of it, and have several types of lotion/accessories to ensure smooth surface.

I = Intimacy - I can't go too into detail because M will be able to experience their first time with MC. Just know they are touched, oh so touched. (i don't just mean physically)

J = Jack Off - Male M tries to keep something near by to cum into, (they don't want to relive the eye incident.) Female M really wants an anime-themed sex toy. Like she has links.

K = Kink - They really like the idea of clothed sex. Or MC sliding between their thighs and vice versa.

L = Location - Does their apartment count?

M = Motivation - Thick thighs! Also touch, especially when that touch is on their arm/shoulders.

N = NO - Not doing a threesome!

O = Oral - Both, or at least they think. Only one way to find out. (M really wants to try giving oral, and is down to take critique to get better)

P = Pace - Marshmallow, will be very sensual. Want it to last, and want to enjoy the moment and their partner. They need help to work up to being rough.

Q = Quickie - They would be all alright with it. But to them, it doesn't seem as intimate.

R = Risk - Absolutely, M is willing to learn and experience so much if they have someone they can trust.

S = Stamina - With a partner especially in the beginning only once. They will improve that though. With themselves, easily 4 times.

T = Toy - They own no toys, they would like toys.

U = Unfair - When M gets more experienced they would love to tease. Starting out, it would short-circuit their brain!

V = Volume -So loud this one! They can make so many sounds not just moans. It's as if they're trying to hold back but they can't.

W = Wild Card - M has a designated hand for when masturbating. A specific position, setting, mood light all of it.

X = X-Ray - Male M has a 6.9 inch 🍆. Completely shaved both, male M and female M.

Y = Yearning - Extremely high sex drive, so touched starve. They could only handle a little bit of foreplay before...well.

Z = ZZZ - It would take them easily over an hour to fall asleep, besides a partner they might not even rest the night! Going over the entire situation, their thoughts, and how they imagined it. All of the things!

#loveandleases #love and leases #m #6:09 #prime time #alphabet #ns-fw

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whelmed-birdie · 5 months

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Whispers in the Rain

Prompt: Dick Grayson x f!Reader find themselves caught in a sudden rainstorm while on patrol.

Tags: fluff, that’s it really :)

1k words

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Y/V/N = Your Vigilante Name

(the only reason i put f!reader is because of the picture at the end, its not specified in the story)

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Luckily it's been a quiet night, which usually only serves to heighten your nerves, but you can't help but be thankful tonight as rain pelts your body- the warm and calm night vanishing into windy, freezing conditions. Usually, you share Nightwings' desire to finish patrol each night, but the normal feigned annoyance quickly melts into true annoyance along with what feels like all the warmth in your body. You can't help but swear when your foot slips as you jump from one building to the next. Luckily you still stick the landing, but you aren't completely off the hook.

"Language."

The voice to your left startles you, but you recognize it immediately and roll your eyes.

"Your siblings aren't even here to hear me, what do you care?"

"Habit I guess, also just know it annoys you"

You hate the way you can hear his smile as he responds even though you aren't looking at him.

"Typical. Anyways while you're here, consider this my two-week notice." You say, only half-joking, as you suppress another shiver.

"Ha. Funny. We're almost done, it's not that bad"

"Says the one with the fancy self-heated suit."

When you don't hear a reply you turn your head in his direction, you meet his eyes, which look even brighter than normal contrasted with his dark hair plastered to his forehead. He studies you for a moment,

"Let's find a place with shelter until the storm passes and we can keep patrolling."

You give Dick a weird look, you're about to question him but a particularly strong gust of wind that only worsens the chill makes you decide to simply agree.

It doesn't take long to find an abandoned building that blocks the wind and rain. It's already 4 am and you would be lying if you said you weren't slightly irritable

"Dick I-"

"Names." He scolds but you can tell by the brightness in his eyes that he's just trying to annoy you, like always.

You flip him off and continue talking through his snort, "Nightwing. I swear if we end up sitting here until sunrise I will cut off your toes and feed them to you."

Dick feigns shock, "Oh dear. Well, I better hope the storm lets up before then." He says.

"You better." You say, absentmindedly running your hands up and down your cold arms, glaring at the sky. You kinda feel bad about your sour mood, but you can't help it. You're tired, cold, and also kinda hate storms.

Suddenly you feel hands that aren't your own, and significantly warmer, rubbing your arms.

"Uhm. What are you doing?"

"Well like you said, you don't have suit warmers. You look freezing. And angry."

Your eyes narrow as you scrutinize Dick, you've learned to always be prepared for a joke with him, but you find only sincerity.

"Hm. I'll allow it. Just because I am really cold."

"Of course."

After a few moments, Dick wraps his arms around you, and you can't even find the strength to argue. His warmth contrasts so strongly with the chill of the air. You accidentally let out a little noise of contentedness, earning a soft chuckle from Dick.

"Has the mighty Y/V/N been defeated by a hug?"

You feign a dramatic gasp, "Has this been your plan all along?" You pretend to push yourself out of his grasp, not trying nearly hard enough to actually separate yourself from his warmth.

Dick continues to play along, though, "You've figured it out. But it's too late! You shall be trapped in my clutch forever!" He fakes an evil laugh and you laugh genuinely with him, still pretending to try and break free.

During the faux fight, his large hands clasp your wrists and he holds them between your bodies, your movements slow down to a stop as your eyes meet Dicks.

Both smiles melt away into a look of desire, you glance at Dicks lips for a split second, wondering if he feels the same tension you do.

Your question is answered when his lips crash into yours, none of the hesitance you might have expected for your first kiss with him, and the desperation in his movements causes your knees to go weak. Dicks hold on your wrists has loosened and you use the opportunity to gently grasp the sides of his face. You're not sure how long you have been kissing at this point but long enough that you can feel the drastic change of temperature on your lips when you finally pull away. You both catch your breath and when you open your eyes you find his still closed, and you take the moment to admire this man in front of you. His lips are always beautiful but there's something about seeing them red and bitten, knowing it was your doing, that suddenly you want to see them like that indefinitely.

Finally, Dick opens his eyes and when he sees you already looking, you watch as his cheeks redden and you both wear matching smiles. Suddenly Dick looks off to the side, towards the skyline, and he chuckles lightly and looks back to your face.

You keep your eyes on him with a confused expression, but his smile only grows,

"So what's the verdict? Are you gonna...what was it again?...cut off my toes and feed them to me?"

You are utterly confused until the memory of what you said comes back, it feels like years ago even though it was only an hour or so, but you feel like your life has completely changed. You look to the horizon, and sure enough, the sun has started peaking out.

You let out a laugh, but school your expression into one of contemplation, "Hmm, I'm not sure yet. But you might be able to sway your odds?" You say and raise an eyebrow.

Dick nods in fake dejection, "I see," he sighs, "Let me know when I have paid my penalty." Dick says, leaning in to kiss you again.

You grin, "You might be here all day"

"If you insist."

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bp-zb1fics · 1 year

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i know a lot of people don’t ask for him but i really want to see something for hui. i know everybody says he’s “old” and stuff but he’s just soo fine. I’m requesting a long spicy and suggestive one shot of him with fem!reader. I’m fine with smut aswell. You don’t have to do it if you aren’t comfortable. thank you for your time!

Me and you under

pairing: hui x reader

pronouns: none used but reader is slightly fem-coded (calling hui oppa)

genre: heavily suggestive/smut, fluff sprinklings

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE!!!

tw/tags: teasing, light d/s dynamics, oppa kink, kisses, making out, oral (reader receiving), fingering, non-explicit description of sex, lots of noises

wc: 1383

summary: everyone knows hoetaek is sweet on you but only you know how sweet he can be when the doors are closed.

a/n this took a little longer to write than expected because my condition hasn't been good but tysm anon for requesting! As a casual fan of pentagon, I can definitely agree that hui is a fine, fine man. Happy reading!

To most people, Hoetaek was a perfect sweetheart.

Your doting boyfriend sported pea coats that always almost ended up draped over your shoulders with coos of “Aish, my jagi needs to bring a warmer jacket next time.” (Spoiler: you never do). And his wire-rimmed glasses that would constantly slip off his nose, leaving you to fuss and push them back up for him.

He didn’t even need to be prompted to do aegyo to cheer you up or get you to smile. Seriously, this grown man. But you loved him for it. You couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.

Because Hoetaek was the perfect sweetheart and completely soft for you but in the privacy of your bedroom, in moments when he felt a little restless, when you got a little needy, he became someone else entirely.

“Ah, ah, ah don’t be shy with me now.” He murmured.

His voice, which you absolutely adored, would drop just a little lower and take on a sing-songy quality that had you hooked on every word.

The first few buttons of his shirt have come loose, courtesy of yours truly, and you’re treated to the way the veins on his neck become prominent, how his adam’s apple bobs, his collarbones sharp and chest heaving slightly. You feel a little crazy, wanting to reach up and touch. But you can’t.

“You’ll behave for me right?” His breath ghosts against your ear, dragging his lips against these sensitive shell ever so lightly.

You inhale sharply and nod. He chuckles, keeping you pinned against the mattress. Hoetaek wasn’t particularly physically imposing but there was a certain glint in his eyes that made you feel small in all the right ways.

“Words, jagi.” You both know he isn’t asking. It’s a demand, quiet and firm and boiling hot in your stomach.

Hoetaek can play the game for hours. And it doesn’t help at all that the way he looks at you leaves you breathless, words almost like air when you manage to produce some.

“Yes,” you exhale shakily as the look in his eyes grows darker.

Then he smiles, not the cotton-candy sweet kind that you get from him on a regular day, no. It’s almost too sweet, saccharine and sharp around the edges.

He leans forward, soft and deadly like a viper about to strike and coos condescendingly.

“Let’s try that again, shall we jagi? Will. You. Behave. For. Me?”

Each word he drags out, voice hitting you like a mallet wrapped in plush cloth, tender and dull but impactful. You can’t control how your breath hitches.

“Yes, yes.” Every limb goes pliant as he looms over you.

Hoetaek firmly grasps your chin so that you’re forced to look at his face as he presses further.

“Yes, what jagi?”

He watches as you weigh it out in your mind, letting the game drag out longer and giving into him. Well, he’s feeling a little impatient today.

Without warning, he drags a knee up, stopping short between the apex of your thighs. You get a little frantic but don’t buck down to meet it. Good. He’s not really in the mood to punish you today.

Rather he continues to hold your chin, letting his thumb drag over your lips.

“Say it,” he says almost like he’s taunting you. “You’re not getting anything till you say it. Address me properly, jagi.”

You look at him through your eyelashes, eyes just a little wet as you let your lips form the words.

“Yes oppa”

Hoetaek brings his knee all the way up, relishing in the way you gasp as he grinds it in. His hand abandons your chin to bury fingers into your hair while the other grips at your side, stroking teasingly over your hip bone.

“That’s right, jagi. Very good.”

He presses his body closer and you can feel him, hot and heavy and firm against you. His lips latch onto your neck, tongue trailing heat up and down your skin. You whimper.

You feel him smile against your skin. Kisses are pressed against spots that have you shivering. Hands encircle your wrists and press them firmly to the sheets. Finally, he claims your lips, your mind going completely blank. He tastes like a sweet addiction, melting into your bones and pulling them apart.

When he pulls away, you can’t help but whine, his eyes dance playfully but the glint remains. You know what you need to do.

“Oppa please.”

He soothes your pleas with soft lips, the corners quirking upwards as he pulls his knee away and you whine again. Hands squeeze your wrists once more as if warning them to stay in place before they move downwards to spread your thighs.

Your clothes fall to the floor, leaving you bare save for one of his oversized sweaters. He presses a kiss on your hip before mouth going lower and lower until his breath is warm against the place where you want his mouth the most, quiet, needy noises escaping you.

He can’t help but run a few fingers between your thighs. You’re wet and messy and wanting for him. A few strokes has you keening, trying your best not to jerk forward. You can only watch as he pops those fingers into his mouth, staring at you hungrily as he hums around them.

You can only spread your legs further as if to entice him to take his fill. He doesn’t react, warm, wet fingers coming to tease where you’re most sensitive.

“Now tell oppa where you want him, hmm?”

He stifles a laugh when you look at him incredulously before your cheeks tint even more and you quietly say it.

“Hmmm, I didn’t quite hear that, jagi.”

You say it again, louder and just a little more frantic in your desperation.

“Want oppa’s mouth on my…”

That’ll have to do for now, Hoetaek decides, unable to summon enough patience to wait for you to ask for it exactly how he wants it. You’re too tempting, all pliant and nearly bare beneath him.

The strangled sound you make still manages to echo through the whole room as he puts his mouth on you.

His tongue is criminal, lapping over places that blur your vision and leaving you wanting more. Your hips can’t stay still anymore, twitching nearly uncontrollably in a valiant effort to not suffocate him. Sometimes he stills, just humming and sending vibrations up your spine that drive you mad. His fingers sink into you, one, two, three, your eyes wet with tears as ecstasy begins to take hold.

Before you know it, you’re hovering in a haze of pleasure, creeping your way towards sweet, sweet release. The sounds that he rips out of you grow frantic, nearly begging. He knows your body well, much to your satisfaction and despair. There are some days where Hoetaek nearly tortures you, bringing you to the tipping point and drawing you back before you can fall over.

Luckily today is not one of those days. He finishes you off and you yell, his mouth flooded by your sweetness, smearing it over his lips and chin as he works you through. Your legs are shaky with exertion but you still call out for him to take his own pleasure.

Hoetaek won’t lie and say that he didn’t tremble a little as he sinks into you, watching in awe as you throw your head back and call out for him. He’s the desperate one now, torn between dragging it out while you’re sensitive or chasing his end after having his pants grow tortuously tight while he pleasured you. The latter prevails after you look at him with wet eyes, legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him into you.

His own groans are almost musical, pitch rising as he spills himself. Hoetaek is always so gentle with you in the aftermath. Hands guiding you into the shower to rinse off, a soft towel to wipe you clean.

Moments like this are your favourite, resting your head against his chest as he hums something softly while carding fingers through your hair. Skin against skin, you’ve never felt closer. Before you know it, you’re drifting off, his voice a soft echo at the back of your mind, letting you know how much he loves you.

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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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Of Fathers and Sons 》 Baby Fever AU

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Request:

"Daddy! Loki idea❤️

Baby's first bifrost

YN and Loki are going to visit grandparents Odin & Frigga and YN is nervous about the bifrost. Loki comforts her.

Also bonus points for cute grandparents stuff!" - Requested by my lovely friend @lokisgoodgirl ! Thank you for the cute request! 😄💚

Summary: It's time for Ella's first travel with the Bifrost - and not just that... There's someone important she is about to meet...

Warnings: fluff, itsy-bitsy bit of angst, fluff!

Word Count: 2,4k

a/n: The first request for the Baby Fever AU - yaaay! 🥳💚 I had so much fun writing this! The request inspired me, so I added my idea to the fic. I hope that's okay, @lokisgoodgirl! 😊 It's quite a bit emotional - and I love it. 😁 Ps. I didn't want to spoiler much. That's the reason why the summary is so short. 😂🙈 The title just came into my mind and I kinda liked it. 😊

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @theaudacitytowrite

If you want to be added to my Loki Taglist, let me know! :D

Find the Baby Fever AU Masterlist here! :D

"Do you really think she's going to be fine?" Y/N asked, biting her lip nervously. Her gaze was fixated on the small baby girl, who slept peacefully in the baby car seat; pink dummy in her mouth. "Darling..." Loki began, stepping over to his wife and placing both his hands on her shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. "I promise you, Ella will be perfectly fine. The Bifrost is not going to harm her. Trust me." The young woman inhaled deeply, but gave her Prince a soft smile. "Have I ever not trusted you, Lokes?" "Have I ever given you a reason to not trust me?" The cunning Trickster winked with a smirk. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully at his repartee. "No." His hands travelled up to cup her cheeks, "See?" before he dipped his head to press a soft kiss on her lips. "Shall we leave then? I bet my parents are expecting us already." Y/N nodded, "Yes. Let's go." and grabbed Ella's changing bag, while Loki squatted down in front of the baby car seat, carefully unbuckling the straps, which secured her. Loki already felt bad for what he was about to do, but it was better that way... He slipped his hands underneath Ella's small body and lifted her up - what caused her to slightly stir already. Loki held her with one arm and bounced her gently up and down in order to somehow wake her up. They had both agreed, that it was probably for the best, if Ella was awake for her first proper travel experience with the Bifrost - not to irritate her or something.

Her face contorted in her sleep, a frown spreading on her forehead. "Come one, baby girl, wake up." He stroked her cheeks in addition and pinched softly - not to hurt her, her tiny feet, which were wrapped up in the footsies of the white, pink rompers she wore. That caused her to finally wake up, big blue eyes fluttering open. On an instant, the small girl started to whimper and whine, causing the dummy to fall from her mouth on Loki's arm. "I know, princess, I know..." Loki whispered, pressing small kisses on her head. "Daddy is so sorry, but it's better that way..." Those words didn't seem to reassure Ella. She was still upset that her sleep has been so rudely interrupted; small cries leaving her pouty lips. Not even a kiss from her mama could help... Loki grabbed with his free hand the baby car seat, continuously bouncing Ella on his other arm, trying to calm her down. "Ready, love?" Loki asked, looking compassionately at Y/N, knowing that she had been quite a bit anxious about that. Also, because the Bifrost made her throw up most of the times... "Yeah." "Alright. Hold on to me?" The Y/H/C haired woman nodded once again and wrapped her arms around Loki's waist, changing bag slung over her shoulder. The prince looked up at the ceiling. "Heimdall? We are rea-" He couldn't even finish his sentence, before the familiar rainbow light swallowed them whole. While Y/N let out a squeal and held on to her husband for dear life, Ella had stopped her crying, surprised by the sudden change of her surroundings. She looked around, before her wide blue eyes met her father's identical ones, tiny mouth agape. Loki smiled at his daughter, witnessed how her confusion turned into fascination. No second later, the tiny girl started to giggle, looking around in awe, watching how the rainbow lights danced in front of her eyes. Unfortunately, it was over very soon, as Loki and Y/N felt the Asgardian ground beneath their feet. "Oh gods, not again..." Groaned the woman, immediately turning away from her God to, well... Throw up. What else?

"Every time..." She whined, turning back, only to see Loki smiling amusingly. "Stop laughing! That's not funny!" Y/N slapped his arm. "I'm sorry, darling." Loki quickly apologised and kissed her. "But... Look! Ella's fine! She even had her fun. Giggled through the whole travel, right princess?" He teased Y/N a bit, kissing Ella on her head again. "You're being mean." Loki chuckled. "No, I am not." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Yes, you are." "No, I am not. I just stated the facts." Y/N pouted. "I love you. Now come on." He reached out his hand for Y/N to take. She sighed, but of course, took it. "Love you too, you cheeky, mischievous scamp." This caused Loki to chuckle again.

Together they made their way to the palace, passing by Heimdall, of course. "Heimdall." The raven-haired man greeted him with a nod. "Prince Loki, Princess Y/N... The carriage awaits you." He took a small bow and smiled at the couple. It was the third time for Y/N that she had the privilege to enter one of Asgards golden carriages, drawn by two white horses - and she was still totally enchanted by it, feeling like the princess she actually was. For Ella, it was the first time. Okay, strictly speaking it was her second time, but Y/N didn't count the one time when she had been pregnant. Loki handed Ella over to her mother and turned to open the golden door of the carriage for his girls, being the charming gentleman he was. "My princesses..." He said with a smile, gesturing inside the carriage. Y/N giggled and curtsied, "Thank you, my prince." before she climbed inside. Loki followed after, baby car seat in hands. When they were all seated properly, the carriage set into motion. Y/N couldn't help the giddy feeling inside her. She still quite couldn't grasp after all those years that she was practically speaking royalty. And yet she looked so 'Midgardian' - as Loki would put it. A normal summer dress and ballerinas. She suppressed a giggle. "What is it, love?" Loki asked, an amused smile on his face. "Nothing, babe. It's just... I still can't believe I am a princess and looking so... normal." He chuckled. "Well, I am not better, am I?" "You are. You're at least wearing a shirt and suit trousers." They had a laugh together, while Ella was in Y/N's lap, dummy back in her mouth and already half asleep again. "Seems like riding a carriage lulls her to sleep." Loki stated, smiling down at the baby girl. "Seems so, yeah..."

Once they had reached the big, spacious, golden palace of Asgard, they went straight for the gardens, where they had been already awaited for tea-time…

"Mother." Loki smiled, when he approached the golden garden table, at which Frigga sat, seemingly enjoying the sun on her skin. The prince's voice caught her attention, of course and Frigga stood immediately up, meeting her son on the way. "Loki." The Queen smiled and wrapped him up in a big hug. "Hello, mother." Y/N stood behind, watched with a smile. Her heart clenched at the sight. She adored the deep bond Loki shared with Frigga. Ella was in her arms, cooing away softly, still on the verge of entering the world of dreams. After Frigga had greeted Loki, she moved past him towards her daughter-in-law and granddaughter. "Y/N, my dear." The two women hugged each other carefully, not to hurt Ella. "Hey, Frigga." "It's so great to see you again, dear. It's been a while..." That was true. Frigga had lastly seen her and Ella in the days after the birth. "That's quite right... I am sorry that we are just now come to visit." Frigga shook immediately her head. "Please don't apologise. It's alright. I understand that you wanted to wait until Ella is a bit older to travel with the Bifrost and take her with you. Thor and Jane did the same with Eisa, didn't they tell you?" "No. We talked about a lot but not about the obvious." Y/N said, giggling softly. "Thank you for understanding." "Of course!" An adorable coo from Ella, attracted immediately Frigga's attention. She looked down, smiling. "Oh, hello, my sweet little princess!" Ella looked up at her grandmother, smiling, despite the dummy in her mouth. "May I hold her?" Y/N nodded, "Of course!" and handed the baby over. "She has grown so much..." Stated the queen. "But she still looks like her father." Her gaze wandered to Loki, who held a smile on his face as well. They exchanged a look who spoke more than words could do. The proudness, love and happiness in Frigga's eyes...

"Speaking of fathers... Where is the Allfather?" The God asked. "He had been delayed beforehand and had to do something important. But he should be here soon." Loki nodded and thought for a moment. "Do you know where he is?" "In our chambers, I think." Another beat of silence passed. "Mother, may I have Ella back? I'd like to... Go to him and, uh, do this alone." He gazed at his wife. "Y/N, darling, is that alright? I-I feel like I have to do this alone." Y/N smiled and stepped closer, taking his hand in hers, giving it a squeeze. "It's okay. I know how important this is for you." She kissed him softly, before releasing his hand. "Thank you." He whispered, before taking his daughter in his arms. "Mother, I-" Frigga just nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. "I know." See, it wasn't the first time Frigga saw her granddaughter... But it was the first time Odin would meet Ella. At the time of the birth, he hadn't been in Asgard. An important negotiation had forced him to make his way to Vanaheim that week and causing him to miss Ella's birth. The queen cupped her son's cheek. "Go to him." He nodded and made his way back inside the palace.

Loki's and Odin's father-son relationship hadn't always been the best - let's put it that way. There were difficult times and quite a lot of troubles they went through. Loki's heritage for example. Or that Thor had always been preferred over him by Odin. Luckily, they overcame those obstacles - together as a family and since Loki had Y/N in his life, everything had turned to the better for him anyway. By now, Odin and Loki's bond was stable. Not as deep as Loki's and Frigga's, but it was there. Loki had stopped proving to his father that he could be as good as his older brother or better and started to just be himself. He learned to accept his Jotun form; learned that a throne wasn't the glorious purpose he was looking for. His family was - and that was one reason why it was so important for the prince to have this upcoming moment with his father alone. Loki had grown, was more a man than he ever was before. He was a husband. A father. He had found the meaning of his life, without a doubt.

"Father?" Loki said after taking a deep breath, knocking at the big, pretentious door of his parent's chambers. The door got opened by a guard. "Prince Loki." He bowed. "Is my father...? Can I...?" Loki stammered, quite a bit nervous. Why was he nervous? "I'll ask the king." With those words, the guard disappeared again. Ella seemed to feel her father's nervosity. She started to whimper, tiny feet kicking against Loki's arm. "Hey, p, don't cry. Shhh, it's okay." He started to rock her gently, peppering small kisses on her chubby cheeks. "Your daddy is just a bit nervous, 'cause you're going to meet his daddy." To hear her father's calming voice seemed to reassure Ella a bit again and she got quieter. Moments later, the guard returned. "The king would like to see you." The guard stepped aside, granting Loki access. Odin stood on the majestically balcony, looking over his kingdom. Of course, he heard his son's approaching steps. "My apologies, son. I'd have loved to join you, Y/N and my wife sooner, but there was this incident I needed to take care of and-" By now, Odin had turned around and froze immediately mid-sentence, when he saw Loki standing only a few steps behind him, with a soft smile on his face - and his granddaughter in his arms. A shaking breath left the older man's lips. "Son, is that...?" Loki nodded quickly, "Father... Meet Ella - your granddaughter." and stepped closer, so that Odin was able to see her properly. Big blue eyes, meeting his eye. The tiny girl looked up at the other man in awe. It was a face she had never seen before. So, they just stared at each other. Was the Allfather... speechless? "Would you... Would you like to hold her?" Loki asked, quite a bit clumsily. Odin just nodded without saying a word. A few seconds later was Ella in his arms, eyes still locked on the older man she didn't know. It took her a few moments to feel comfortable, knowing that she was safe and that nothing was happening to her. Maybe she sensed that Odin was her grandfather? The familiarity? Ella started to smile and coo softly, reaching up her tiny hand to touch the Allfather's cheek and beard. It was a heart-warming moment. Loki felt it, saw the adoration in his father's eye - and was that a tear, rolling down the old man's face? The young God's heart threatened to break through his ribcage, it was beating that fast. Once Odin was able to tear his eye away from the small baby girl, he immediately looked at his son. "She is absolutely beautiful." He said with a smile, before he reached out and placed a hand on Loki's shoulder. "I am so proud of you, my son. Now you understand the true meaning of life. Protecting and caring for this small creature in my arms. Look, how far you've come. You're not the man you've been all those years ago. You found love, have a wonderful woman by your side and now you're a father. You are wiser, stronger and much more mature. Better... You are happier. I couldn't be prouder as I am now, in this moment." Odin smiled - genuinely, proudly and patted his son's shoulder. Loki couldn't believe his ears, had to suppress the upcoming tears. His father never said something like this before - and it made the young God incredibly happy. It meant a lot to him. "Thank you, father." The Allfather nodded and patted Loki's shoulder again. "Now let's join our women. I'm sure they are awaiting us already. It's tea-time after all." He watched his father turn around and leave, Ella still happily gurgling in his arms. Loki smiled. What more could he want for his life?

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@imytheone WHOO

I HAVE COMPLETED THE DRAWING!!

I shall also tag @allmightyscroll-swag as well cuz I like tagging em in oc related stuff :3

While I have drawn the siblings profiles, and Brittany making some appearances, Imma tell you MORE information about them!! >:D

One quick thing: These four are my oldest ocs (along with two others but you don't know em eheheh) from 2020 and at the time of making them I had just found out what Helluva Boss is. These characters were very much inspired off of them, especially Cici and Brittany.

Let's start off with the youngest:

CICI

Like I said, she is the youngest being around 6-7 years old

Pronouns are she/her, I'll just say aroace since I don't picture her being in a relationship at her age-

Cici is part demon thanks to her mother, but hasn't developed horns or a tail yet.

However, she has some powers, that being super strength and flight!

She can't fly very high, although she is the strongest in the family; being able to lift around the same weight as a van full of people. The older you get, the weaker your powers would become; so Cici, Onika and Zeke's mother would have the weakest powers.

Cici swears more than Onika and Zeke, mainly because of her mother. She gets in trouble at school regularly for this. That and for throwing chairs around. And for biting teachers' ankles. She gets in trouble for a lot of things.

Like all children, she has tantrums at times. But, of course, hers tend to get more...violent. Usually ending up with someone breaking a bone or two.

For hobbies, Cici enjoys drawing, roleplaying with toys and making things (whether that's with Lego or metal scraps-)

She doesn't listen to music as much as her siblings do, but her favourite artists are Pharrel Williams and Five Finger Death Punch.

She has insomnia and has a lot of difficulty sleeping.

Her and Onika love watching TMNT together, and are currently on Rise.

Cici's original design was heavily based off the girl with the large bow and brown curly hair that appeared in the first episode of HB. I was quite unoriginal at the time lol.

ONIKA

Onika is the middle child, being 15 years old.

Her pronouns are she/they, and they are also aroace.

Onika's powers aren't as strong as Cici's, but she can fly better and can piggy-back the weight of two adults.

Onika technically has a tail, but it's now a stub because a group of bullies cut it off.

Yeah. She was bullied when she was younger. She was jeered for being both demon and human, and neither species wanted to be friends with her.

This was also mainly because she had anger issues which caused her to have violent episodes if provoked enough, one time being she almost killed a teenager younger than her.

Luckily, she's gotten better now and is practically never violent. Except in Mariokart.

Onika is usually either hyperactive and energetic, or utterly lazy and unmotivated.

She desperately wants to get Maori tattoos like Zeke but her parents don't allow her.

She hates wearing skirts and having her hair down.

Onika doesn't have a lot of hobbies, but she enjoys trying new foods, skateboarding and playing the guitar.

Her favourite artists are AC/DC, Metallica, Twisted Sister and Iron Maiden.

I'm pretty sure I based the hair off of another character I saw online once, but I can't remember her name- all I know is that the hair isn't original:'D

ZEKE

Zeke is the oldest at 19 years old.

His pronouns are he/him and he's gay.

Zeke uses his powers the least and only really uses them for miniscule tasks around the house like moving a bed or fighting his sister.

Yeah. Zeke and Onika fight a lot, more physically than verbally, and it's usually for stupid reasons, like who rightfully had the bag of pretzels first.

Zeke has both a tail and horns (which are still growing).

He also has difficulty with keeping his body temperature warm, so he wears a lot of layers and a lot of black to keep in as much heat as possible.

He has Maori tattoos along the back of his left shoulder as well as part of the left arm, but rarely shows these to people.

Zeke has been teased by many to have a "baby face", which annoys him greatly.

He can be mostly found in his bedroom gaming, listening to music or curled up in a ball in bed.

He likes sleeping. A lot.

His favourite games to play are mainly action/shooter games (I'm not an expert in this department so feel free to decide which ones he likes playing) and occasionally likes to play RPGs.

His favourite artists are Green Day, Linkin Park and The Offspring.

BRITTANY

Brittany is also 19 years old and is best friends with Zeke.

Her pronouns are she/her and is an asexual lesbian.

She has the ability to fly, and being incredibly tall probably has some advantages too.

I honestly don't know how her and Zeke ended up being friends, but they just did.

Brittany is a very affectionate person and adores hugging, cuddling, complimenting and kissing people (non-romantically).

She also adores fizzy drinks and cats. She ADORES cats. And animals in general.

If she was to encounter a cat, whether that be an anthropomorphic one or not, she will give them double the amount of affection.

When Brittany's happy, she wags her tail about, shakes her hands and squeals. She does this quite often.

She can be extremely chatty and talkative and could go on for hours on end talking about almost anything.

However, Brittany is extremely clumsy and is prone to falling down the stairs, tripping, running into windows and/or getting her horns stuck in things.

Her hobbies are shopping, going to cafés and watching romcoms.

Her favourite movie is Love, Actually and her favourite artists are Ariana Grande and Twice.

Her original design was heavily based off of Verosika from Helluva, and I still can't let go of the long white hair + pink skin combo :') Fortunately, I think I've managed to differentiate Brittany from her, or I hope-

OKAY I AM NOW DONE I should be sleeping-

#my ocs #oc art #art #long post #infodump!! <<33 #thank you for letting me do this lol #cici #onika #zeke

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honorary-knight-of-favonius · 1 year

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Kinktober Pantalone -Day Thirty-

Tags for the day: Streaming and hand kink

Summary: Pantalone is being punished for being a brat by his Mistress on camera allowing his viewers to see him being edged until he breaks and asks forgiveness having his mistress join the livestream as he finally cums.

“Hmm, I really hate to say this guys but I think I should get-” As the man tried to end his live stream once again I turned up the viberator that was presiously nestled in his hole.

“F-Fuck~! Cumming! Cumming!” And once again before that oh-so- desired release I stopped the toy having the man’s lower body tremble with need. Sitting on a chair by the camera with his viberator’s app open on my phone watching as he slowly went crazy.

I smirked and as another donation rolled in I turned on the toy again. I firmly believe that his viewers thought they were the reason Lone was shaking with need. But both Lone and I knew the truth, no one but me could make him his needy. While Lone was busy enjoying himself a text to speech donation came in.

‘Shouldn’t you put those pretty hands to use?’ Lone was known for being a slut, He looked at me wondering if he was allowed to follow the donations. I nodded and turned off the toy again.

“N-Not again.” He whined, but he slowly guided one of his hands to massage his tense thighs while the other went to his neck. I adored teasing the intimidating bossy man, watching his resolve crack under the desire of his orgasm was something I could never let go of. I followed the donations and though Lone had wanted to end his stream at least two hours ago he was now presenting himself to the camera practically begging for someone to end his torment.

As the toy calmed down once more he began to cry as he looked towards me, “P-Please, I-I’m sorry for being bad today! Just please let me cum!” He begged, I could tell that I finally broke his wall, it was obvious to everyone watching that Lone wasn’t talking to them. I smirked and raised a brow. I turned on the toy once again, having the boy shake with need.

“P-please! I wanna cum! I wanna cum! Please~ I-I’ll be good~!” his eyes never left my figure as he lost the feeling in his arms and arched his ass up. Lone’s cock was dripping as his tongue was out of his mouth.

“M-Mistress~ P-please let your slave cum~ I’ll be so goo~d I’ll listen to you~~~” His heavenly voice screamed as he found the position he’s wanted since the beginning, “F-fuck~ L-Let me cum~ Let me cum~ Mistress Please!!!!” I finally stood up from my chair and went towards the boy making sure to keep my face hidden from the camera.

“Poor boy, do you want to cum for Mistress?” Lone nodded, grabbing my hand.

“P-please~” I smirked and helped him from his rather appetizing position and allowed him to hug me so he could ground himself.

“Since you received your punishment well, shall I milk you now.” Lone’s twitching cock was in agreement as was he. I smiled and moved Lone off of me and went to grab the one toy he adored more than anything. His dragon-like fleshlight, I returned to the camera aiming it down before getting in the bed and pulling Lone to lay back on me. I handed the toy to Lone and he swallowed harshly before looking at me.

“W-want you~” He whined,

“Don’t worry pretty boy, you’ll get me.” The boy begrudgingly slid the toy around his cock and I shoved some of my fingers into his mouth and used my other hand to play with his nipples. All while I was touching him, Lone lost control of his legs, having them shut close. I scoffed and used my legs to keep them spread for the camera.

“C-cumming~” he warned, I smirked and as his hips bucked uncontrollably I watched as Lone’s hands stopped their motions.

“Pretty boy, look down.” Lone did as instructed, “You stopped moving your toy, Do you want mistress to take over?” Lone nodded sucking on my fingers aggressively, I took my hand away from his nipple and moved the toy.

“Come on, pretty boy, watch your Mistress’s hand, isn’t that your favorite sight?” Lone whined, I kept squeezing his cock in my hand and that action alone got him to cum a few more times. I was about to continue but I felt his hands grabbing my thighs. I pulled my fingers out of Lone’s mouth having him say gibberish as he fucked up into the toy I was still holding. I watched as he kept ‘cumming’ as he got progessively more dumb until his hold on my thigh was losing strength. I kissed Lone’s neck and pulled the toy off of his spent cock and reached down to pull his viberator out. His body twitched as he was losing consciousness. I went towards the camera.

“Thank you for tuning into my darling’s life, may we see each other again.” I ended the stream and looked at the wrecked boy. I smiled and grabbed a rag I had prepared before I started this live and cleaned up Lone’s cum stained body making sure to be gentle around his cock, ass and nipples so as to not wake him up. When he was ridded of the cum and tears I took him into my arms and took him into our actual bedroom. I got him dressed in his nice comfy oversized sweater and put boxers on him before following his attire and crawling into bed with him. I took the oversized puppy into my arms and snuggled into him.

“You did so well Lone, sweet dreams darling.” I kissed before falling asleep

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Chat writes the plot! Time for more 👑🐲🐟 KotD!

(I realize we might have to retcon a bit if the vote goes certain ways, but I didn't want to limit you guys. Have fun, go nuts, describe to everyone your perfect stewjon head canon, no matter how unique!)

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~King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 8~

Not far from the cave system, in the opposite direction of the geothermal vents, is a living grave. Every now and again one of Naboo's massive oceanic beasts meets it's end to natural causes, and sinks into the deep. Here, new life is born.

This particular corpse of a ketho whale has been here longer than Maul has, and with it's slothful rate of decomposition, it may very well be here after he's gone. The deep water chill keeps the body all but frozen, as the mound of it feeds billions of tiny lives. Starfish, squid, shrimp, eels, octopus, crab, manta, and more. No other places in the deep sea have as much variety of life as the grave mounds do.

To Darth Maul, this place is his personal grocery store.

“Hmmm,” the sith hums, floating upside-down and perusing the options.

His favorite are the shrimp. Individual mouthfuls that crunch pleasantly. But can a Kenobi eat a shrimp? He knuckles his forehead, trying hard to remember. So much of Before was lost to him. The jedi was... human? Possibly?

…did humans eat shrimp?

He couldn't recall.

Annoyed, he makes a note to demand answers, later, and gathers a sampling for now. The brown tree fruit… whatever it was called… the inside was not nourishing enough to survive on, he knew that much.

With a sweep of the force the sith lord selects his victims. A few plush crabs, half a colony of little blue shrimp, a few colorful yellow and black fish that he knew tasted buttery and sweet, with a long eel-

He recalls, suddenly, eating barbeque eel on… on… the home place. The red world, with swamps and cliffs.

Maul catches two more eels, wondering if he can make them taste like… before. Perhaps he would cook his food for once? Some of this would need to be heated for the jedi to even stomach it. Probably.

With his catch writhing and confused in an intangible net of force, the dragonfish sith turns back for the warren of caves and tunnels.

He arrives to find the jedi in just his pants and sleeveless vest, busily rinsing his inner tunics with fruit water. His much abused leather boots were clean and shiney nearby, still wet.

Maul sloughs himself up onto land, dragging dinner up with him.

“Will that not simply make your robes sticky?” he questions the other man, skeptical of the tactic.

“They're not ripe, so they're not sweet in the slightest. I'm hoping…” Kenobi shrugs, “it's an experiment. I suppose we shall see.”

“Mnh.”

The jedi stands, turning to him while wringing out the excess fluid. “What have you got there?”

Grinning, Maul tosses the panoply of pissed off sea creatures at him. “Catch.”

The noise Kenobi makes when he takes eel to the face brings such joy to him.

The creatures scrabble for safety as the jedi backflips further away from them. “Wha! Pfss- guh- MAUL!”

Wheezing with mirth, Maul recollects his catch, and presses them all on the surface of the magma rock to boil them dead.

Kenobi looks on in horror, speechless.

After a brief grilling, Maul piles the results together at the base of the slowly deforming orb, and curls up beside it to begin eating. He picks up an eel first, of course, interested to see if the cooking would make it taste like barbeque.

It does not.

It is still good though.

The jedi lays out his clothes to dry and approaches, one hand tucked into an elbow, the other cradling his chin. He mutters, “... at least it was quick,” then clears his throat before speaking up. “Is any of that for me, or was the food throwing just to be for your own entertainment?”

“It is not my fault you cannot follow simple instructions, Kenobi, but yes. Eat what you will," Maul offers, smug.

The man sinks down onto the stone floor, watchful, and starts poking through the options.

Stupid jedi. Doing something now when he is expecting it would be boring and predictable. He will wait until the other man's guard is lowered before tormenting him again. Obviously.

“Tell me, Kenobi, did the tree fruit satisfy your thirst?” he asks, popping a shrimp in his mouth and smashing it with a crunch of his many excellent teeth.

“The coconuts? Yes… thank you. The pile will last me a few days," the man returns.

Coconuts. They are called coconuts. Of course.

Kenobi picks up an eel, handling it's rubbery length with a disgruntled look. “... I don't suppose I could have a small knife? Temporarily? I need to cut this to cook it properly.”

Maul squints at him. “You are lying, jedi.”

The man huffs, holding the limp eel up, “I am not. This is an entire eel, and not a small one either. I need to remove the guts, and filet it, then grill the slices.”

“Why would you remove the guts? The organs are the best part,” he says, even more certain that Kenobi was simply making things up.

The jedi makes a face, “Hardly.”

They glare at each other for a moment before Kenobi looks away, scowling. “Fine, I shall just… eat something else.”

Maul watches him gather up the thin black and yellow fish, and levitate them on top of the rock. He… just leaves them there. For minutes. The cave starts to smell different because of it.

“Your fish is burning, jedi,” he tells the man.

“No it isn't,” Kenobi replies.

Maul rises up on the coil of his tail, looming at something like nine feet tall to peer over top of the rock and look at the crisping bodies. They aren't any more black than before, but they are turning colors.

“They are becoming brown…”

“Good,” the man says, nonsensically.

With the force, Kenobi flips them without getting up to look. The underside is significantly more brown.

The dragonfish sith sloughs back down to the floor, thoughtful. This was cooking… he had cooked, before, many times. This was right, yes… meat turned colors. It… denatured the proteins.

He doesn't know what ‘denatured’ means anymore, but the word itself remains. Maul scowls, trying to poke at the idea.

He looks up at Kenobi, “How… denatured do you need to make… the protein… to make it edible for… humans?”

The other man hums, calling the crispy fish dinner down to himself, but holding it midair for a moment as it dissipates heat. “For humans? Oh, well, I suppose it depends on their immune system. Anakin likes everything mostly raw… but I've known others that wouldn't touch anything uncooked unless it was a plant.”

Ahah. ‘their’. Kenobi was not a human himself then.

“... and your kind?” Maul asks.

“Hmm… I suppose I prefer my own dinner well done, if only for the result of warm, spiced food,” he says, and brings one of the fish closer to himself to begin nibbling. He makes a face at it. “Mng… of which this is not. I'm glad you've brought back scaleless fish, but the flavor does leave something to be desired.”

“You are lucky I feed you at all,” he tells the fool, sneering.

Kenobi sighs, “I suppose anything is better than starving. Though I would really prefer a pan, oil, and some spice to go with it, even just salt…”

Maul gives him a look.

He scoffs. “Yes yes, I know, stop making that face at me. Beggars can't be choosers, I know.”

They eat until both are full, Maul devouring considerably more than Kenobi. He dumps the extras back into the water. The remains might attract future snacks.

“Well, sith,” the jedi says from his spot beside the magma ball, “what now? I'm fed, I'm watered, I'm warm. For the moment, I'm not dying. What are you going to do with me? Torture?”

Maul grins as he returns from throwing the extra away. “Are you excited at the prospect?”

“Certainly not,” Kenobi drawls, crossing his arms.

The dragonfish sith sways closer, passing him by. The other man clearly doesn't want him at his back, so the motion forces him to turn. As Maul circles, Kenobi keeps turning to face him.

Exactly as intended.

With the jedi's attention on his face, all the way turned around from where they began, Maul draws the end of his tail up to whip at the back of Kenobi’s calves.

The jedi makes a little hop, predicting his flanking attack with the force, but he still turns to look behind him. His mistake. Maul takes that opportunity to close the distance, getting a grip on the front of beige vests. Kenobi spins back around, arms shoving outward defensively.

One of his palms slams into Maul’s sensitive gills, painfully, making the sith snarl and take a snap at the offending limb.

Kenobi tries to tumble backwards, to get away from him, but the grip on his clothes is only joined by a tail curling behind his knees, dragging the jedi in.

The prey in his grip fights him, skilled in the force and so much more interesting to subdue than the mindless wildlife outside.

Kenobi works an elbow free, and tries slamming it point first into the tail spiraling about his hips. Maul barely feels it, but he starts trying to capture that free hand all the same. While he's on that, the jedi side steps his tail, and then drops his weight heavily while pushing downward with the force.

Maul loses hold on him entirely.

The jedi folds, rolls, and does half a cartwheel, kicking him in the arm. Then he falls backwards to gain space. The sith gives him none, closing the distance again and snatching at his ankle as the other man spins away. He misses, and has to try two more grabs before he gets a hold of an elbow with a gleeful noise of success.

Kenobi attempts to bite him, with his human-similar jaw and his flat white teeth. How precious. The dragonfish sith giggles, and nips at the air near his fingers. The jedi recoils, desperate to protect the digits of his sword arm, sending a gale of force into Maul so strong it sends him toppling over backwards.

Unfortunately for the other man, he's got a good grip on Kenobi’s arm, so they both go over backwards.

Maul cackles as they fall.

Kenobi bellows.

They tussle on the floor like it's just any old bar brawl for the better part of ten minutes, until -finally- Maul's sheer tonnage and more than a dozen feet of solid muscle wins the fight for him, yet again.

He bears down on his prisoner, grinning with all his many teeth as the man cries out in pain.

“Weak jjjedi,” he croons, so close to Kenobi’s face that the green glow of his eyes illuminates both of their expressions. “I am beginning to think our first battle was a fluke. You cannot seem to best me.”

The jedi struggles under him, trying to get any limb free, fighting for every inch. “It's not my fault you weigh as much as a bantha!”

“Oh? But you like my weight.”

Kenobi shifts left, trying to wriggle his way out of the hold. “What in the blazes makes you think that?”

Maul hisses in amusement. “You roam in your sleep, jedi. You came to me many times last night, seeking my scales and burrowing into me.”

The man underneath him makes a horrified face, his efforts to escape stalling. “I did not!”

Maul lolls to the side, laying beside him instead of on top, pulling those pale hands to his chest and pressing the palms over his hearts. His long black tail curls up and over the man's legs. “Does this position not ring any bells, Kenobi?”

Blue eyes stare down at his hands, at the red and black that peek through his fingers. “...”

Delighted by the other man's emotional upheaval, and the way it made the force around them feel, Maul pushes the gambit a little further.

“How about if I do… this?” he says, sacrificing a hand to bring Kenobi's body closer to his, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, affectionately. “Are you going to nuzzle me again, I wonder? Going to curl up on my chest and drool?”

“No!” the jedi exclaims, shimmying backward.

Maul allows it and watches him with an inviting look, finding that this little facet of Kenobi’s fear was… particularly entertaining.

“Oh? But you slept so well, did you not?” he accuses.

Kenobi covers his eyes with a hand. “It's… it's nothing to do with you. I simply sleep better when…”

“Held?” Maul croons.

The jedi growls, without answering. Delightful.

Maul snickers, playfully snapping his teeth near the other man's neck. Kenobi turtles, glaring at him. “Would you quit that? I know you're not going to actually bite me. I'd be dead in minutes, and that would ruin all your bloody fun wouldn't it?”

The sith draws back humming. The rage in Kenobi’s eyes is… pleasing. Anger is good. He understands.

“Hnnn… I offer you a trade,” he says sweetly.

The jedi's struggles calm, and he stops ducking into such a hilarious and pathetic little ball, but his expression remains pure suspicion. “It's hardly a trade if I'm coerced into it while disarmed and bound,” he complains.

“Do you think I care?” Maul asks him pleasantly.

Kenobi huffs. “Fine. What's your trade, sith?”

“I will promise not to bite your neck, or near it, if you tell me of your species. At length.”

The jedi blinks, slowly, waiting with an expectant air. Maul raises a brow at him.

“You… want to know about… stewjoni?” the man asks, baffled.

“Yessss,” the dragonfish sith assures.

He is missing too many pieces of Before. The jedi will serve him, as prisoner and informant.

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SPECIFIC QUESTIONS YOU SHALL GET THEN

*taps mic*

1: How did they meet?

2: When did Paige realize he likes Idia? When did Idia realize he likes Paige?

3: Do they ever help each other with their hair?

4: What is one way they like to show each other affection?

That's much better >:D

1: These two actually met when Idia was a sophomore and Paige was a freshman. Around two months into the school year, Paige happened to be silently singing to the opening of one of the anime that Idia was obsessed with at the time (Lets call it... "Dark Magic of the Ultimate Mage: ULTIMAGE!!!"), and his extreme Otaku ideology compelled Idia to talk to Paige about his interests, but of course he ended up shying away last minute.

Ortho, seeing the potential opportunity to get Idia to make a friend, made a plan to get the two to somehow make contact. That plan involves a lot of Ortho and Paige getting to know each so that it would ultimately result in Idia and Paige meeting each other (but I'm not gonna discuss Ortho's master plan here because 1. I have no idea what the master plan would be, and 2. That's Ortho and Paige lore, not Idia and Paige lore)

The ultimate result (pun intended) of Ortho's plan was Idia and Paige meeting each other at an anime convention where they both cosplayed as the main characters for "Dark Magic of the Ultimate Mage: ULTIMAGE!!!" and the two hit it off! Of course, with a few nudges from Ortho to get the conversation going, they eventually found out that they went to the same school.

Idia died inside when he figured out someone from school knew he cosplayed, so Paige was the one to seek him out when they returned to school, since he was glad to find someone to share interests with. Idia wasn't hard to find, he literally has flaming blue hair. Anyways, they ultimately became besties!

2: That's the thing, Paige doesn't realize he likes Idia cuz HE'S A LITTLE SHIT THAT CAN'T DEAL WITH HIS OWN FEELINGS 🤬🤬🤬!!!!! Idia realized when Paige happened to fall asleep on Idia's bed while they were pulling their weekly all nighters. Idia stared at Paige for a little too long, his hair slowly turning pinkish. That is, until Ortho caught him (and teased him for WEEKS). Idia slept on his beanbag that day.

3: Rather than helping, they end up tangling their hair. Well, Idia ends up tangling Paige's hair, cuz I don't think fire can tangle 💀 but Paige does often bury himself in Idia's hair while he games (Idia never notices until he's done with his match) because he likes the warmth Idia's hair radiates. Idia fidgets with Paige's hair when they're in public in order to calm down his social anxiety.

4: Leaning A lot of leaning. Paige leans on people to show affection, since he's detached from most and isn't sure hoe to properly show affection. He leans on Idia all the time, while gaming, reading, during class, all the time. He also makes songs every now and then for Idia to listen to, though he doesnt show him every single one, since some of them are seriously cheesy.

Idia shows his affection towards Paige through inviting him to game, and not being as rude as he usually is to most others. He tends to go easy on Paige on video games where he's usually superior.

Tagging: @thehollowwriter @red-viewe @xen-blank @enigmatic-pers @cyanide-latte(if you'd like being added to the tag list, please let me know!)

#THIS THING TOOK AGES BECAUSE MY DRAFTS KEPT DISAPPEARING #anyways yeah #Idia is such a skrunkly #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland idia #idia shroud #twst idia #Paige Pegasus #Twst oc #ortho shroud #twst ortho #Cyany 👻

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talesofsorrowandofruin · 2 months

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Heads Up Seven Up/Last Line Tag

Thanks for tagging me, @autumnalwalker and @buffythevampirelover! :D

I'm using this as an excuse to post the proposal scene from Houses Full of Deceit, complete with footnotes (and apologies to Shakespeare):

"Well," Leo stared up at a bird perched on the church's roof, "like I said, I like both. But I… there's a woman. Who I'm in love with. And who's out of my reach." If Phil listened very carefully she was sure she could have heard her heart break. Leo continued, "So I like Louis as a friend, but I don't love him." "Who is she?" Phil forced herself to sound almost casual. Leo had never mentioned another woman in any of his letters. But then, he'd never mentioned any men either. "An actress?" "No. No, she's… she's someone I wronged very badly years ago. I realised I loved her too late." Leo became very interested in the church's noticeboard. "I caused her a great deal of misery. I nearly got her arrested for a crime I committed, and I didn't speak up to save her." Phil listened in a mixture of bewilderment and growing hope. She tried her damnedest to keep the hope back. It would only hurt more when she was proved wrong. "Does she know about this?" Leo laughed, a nervous and almost strangled sound. "She does now." "Does she forgive you?" He looked up. Their eyes met. Phil saw her own fears and hopes reflected in his. "I don't know," he whispered. "And does she love you?" "How could she?" Leo turned almost angrily. He leant his back against the railings and glared at the undertaker's shop across the road. "She knows my worst sins now. What sane woman would love me?" Phil had scandalised some proper-minded ladies by reading the complete works of Shakespeare. She hadn't admitted why. Even to herself she had to admit it was a very good way of passing a few months, but a silly way to feel closer to the man she loved. It stood her in good stead now. "She has you, if she has you, at your worst. And she will have you, if she has you, better and better[2]." Silence stretched between them. Leo's eyebrows made a spirited attempt to disappear into his hairline. He made several attempts to speak. Phil had come this far. If she was going to make a fool of herself, she might as well do it thoroughly. "If I can love you for this, take me. If not, to say to thee I shall die is true, but not for your love. Yet I love you too[3]. And therefore tell me…" She hesitated, trying to work out whether she should adapt "most fair Katharine" as "most fair Leopold" or leave it out entirely. Leo took the decision out of her hands. "And therefore tell me, most fair," he reached out hesitantly and brushed a strand of hair back from her face, "will you have me?" His fingers skated down to her cheek, his touch so feather-light she could scarcely feel it. Phil's knowledge of Shakespeare failed her. "Yes," she said simply.

Footnotes (if you're wondering what happened to 1, it isn't included in this excerpt):

[2] Adapted from Henry V, Act V Scene 2: "...thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst; and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better…". (Henry means his physical appearance will improve with age; Phil misremembers it as referring to his morals improving.)

[3] Phil gets her speeches out of order here; "If I can love…" to "Yet I love you too" are adapted from the same scene in Henry V but are much earlier than the rest of the lines quoted. (The proper quotation is "If thou canst love me for this, take me: if not, to say to thee that I shall die, is true; but for thy love, by the Lord, no; yet I love thee too.")

Tagging @eccaiia, @writingamongther0ses, @emelkae, @scarvenartist, and anyone else who wants to do this! :D

Adding HFOD's taglist: @lightgriffinsect, @oh-no-another-idea, @kittensartswriting, @akindofmagictoo, @cljordan-imperium (Let me know if you want to be added/removed!)

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