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Surrogate eggs ft Zhongli + fem!reader
cw/tags: Egg-laying/Oviposition, semi-plublic sex, multiple orgasms, slight fingering, overstimulation, dirty talk, breeding kink, Zhongli has a dragon tongue, praise kink, sex toys??, improper use of geo (can you tell I love that tag?), pet names, some pain??, aftercare.
notes: I disappear for a week and come back with this absolute FILTH omg. It really is just almost 2k of egg-laying made sexy because I am a degenerate and want nothing more than Zhongli filling me up with eggs <3 sorry not sorry.
Having a 6000 years old dragon ex-god as a lover sure meant you were already more or less used to a certain… spice in your life.
But this, this was certainly new.
“Ah- Zhong- Hnnhg!”
Your legs tremble as a newborn fawn as you stray off the main path and lean against one of the golden ginkgo trees by the side, panting and whining softly.
“Are you alright dear? You look quite flustered.” Zhongli curiously trails after you, hands behind his back, perfectly poised. As if he wasn’t the one making the cor lapis eggs in your pussy vibrate and tease your insides. “Do you need to rest? We’ve barely reached the base of Qingyun peak.” He asks, an amused smile on his lips.
“B-bastard.” You huff out with a pout and immediately feel the vibrations intensify. “O-Oh… fuck-”
Three. Three small polished cor lapis pieces in the shape of eggs, warm and snug and deep inside you. They shift and rub against your sweet spots, pulsing at his will ever since you stepped foot in Jueyun Karst, at first it was an odd sensation but soon enough your panties were soaked, juices running down your legs as you struggled to keep standing, sweet noises coming out of your mouth that only made Zhongli’s gaze darken.
“Zhongli…” You cry out.
“Yes, darling?”
“S-stop… mmh”
“Oh? But you seem to be enjoying yourself so much.”
“Stop… playing dumb.” You grit your teeth, clinging to the tree for dear life. The vibrations calming down to a soft hum, a gentle fucking not unlike his cock. “Please I’m-” You whine again.
You feel his finger softly raise your chin and your hazy half-lidded eyes were met with glittering gold, his diamond pupils mesmerizing and his stare soft and affectionate but also domineering, commanding, and full of lust.
“What do you need, my dear? Tell me.”
You choke a moan at his authoritarian presence, shifting and rubbing your legs together as the pleasure robs you of your strength. “P-please… Zhongli, make me come, please I n-need- It’s not… enough.”
His eyes shift to the side as he seems to consider it for a moment and you almost mewl for his attention, eyebrows knitting together trying to steel yourself.
“Alright.” He concedes, and leans forward to kiss you softly.
Well, at first.
The geo eggs inside you start to shake and vibrate more intensely and you gasp at the sudden rush of stimulation, Zhongli holds you and pulls you closer, taking the chance to snake his long dragon tongue into your mouth, quickly deepening the kiss and set on devouring you.
“Hmpnnng-” He swallows your moan as you kiss back the best way you can but it’s suddenly so much- too much- you’ve been teased and edged all the way and he’s- he’s just-
Your body shudders in his arms and you let out a high-pitched noise as you climax. Your insides squeezing and milking the toys inside you, dragging on the pleasure for longer and you cling onto him as your legs threaten to give up. Bliss, pure bliss. And he hasn’t even touched you proper yet.
“There we go…” His rough voice mumbles as he breaks apart the filthy kiss, his hands rub at your hips and you vaguely realize the geo eggs have stopped again. He carefully maneuvers your pliant body until you’re both sitting on the yellowed Liyue grass, his back resting against the tree while you sit between his legs, your back pressed to his chest.
He spreads your legs and holds them open with his own, you blush heavily as you realize his intentions, hiking up your skirt to reveal soft thighs and wet panties to the world. The flimsy fabric is soaked and clings uncomfortably against your pussy, more so as you feel the soft breeze.
“W-wait… right here?”
It is true that barely anyone ever enters Jueyun Karst but it was still risky. A lost adventurer, a lone merchant… you weren’t that far from the main dirt path, anyone could walk in and see you… exposed like this.
Your insides clenched, throbbing around nothing but the eggs inside of you.
Archons you really were depraved.
Zhongli rubs your inner thighs comfortingly before pulling your panties aside, his long gloved fingers skim your heated pussy lips and rub at your hole as it twitches wildly in response.
“Zhongli…” You moan weakly. “I’m so full.”
“I know, you look so pretty with my eggs inside you. Breathtaking.” His other hand rubs circles on your navel. The warmth within the geo energy sent through him spreading heat in a sensual way. “How about you push them out for me and we can be done. I’ll take you home so you can rest, my precious mate.” He nuzzles you.
“W-wha…” You mumble dumbly, but instinctively lean to his touch.
“They’ve been inside you long enough, and… we’ve had our fun.” He explains, kissing at your jaw. Two of his fingers easily sliding inside you, making you jump. “Don’t you think it’s time to let them out? I want to see you lay them.”
Pressure builds in your gut and you nod, biting your lip. Her works those sinful fingers in and out of your pussy slowly, scissoring them to stretch you a little and you moan. Not that you needed that much preparation with the recent orgasm and your… activities early that morning.
After all, those eggs had gotten in somehow, hadn’t they?
Only a few moments later and you feel ready, panting rapidly as if you truly were going into labor yet at the brink of another orgasm, you weakly pulled his hand away “H-Hold me…” You mutter heatedly. Zhongli kisses you softly and you take a deep breath.
And push.
The first egg slides down freely inside you, rapidly moving until it catches at your entrance, it burns a little but feels so good, lightning up pleasured nerves in a way that had you mewling before the stretch disappears, coming out alongside your spilling juices and onto the grass.
Zhongli doesn’t hesitate to slip his fingers back into your heated core to soothe the sore muscles and play with your pussy a bit more, rubbing over your raw clit to make your hips stutter and your legs shake trying to close.
“That’s the first one, two more.” He says softly, his chin resting on your shoulder as he obviously stares between your legs entranced. You flush at his actions. “You can do it.” He encourages you, elegant fingers spreading your folds lewdly and soaking in your essences.
The whole experience is making you dizzy.
“I-I just… I just need a moment.” You pant, groaning and shifting your position a little so you’re less sitting and more lying against him, lifting your hips slightly and offering him an even better view from above.
“Just imagine the real thing. There will be more of them, slightly bigger and thrumming with elemental energy.” He growled softly against your ear. “Our children. Our clutch.”
It’s just dirty talk. It’s just dirty talk and it sets your blood on fire to hear it. You know his base draconic instincts are going haywire with the idea and archons you want that. You want that so badly.
Another egg stretches your hole and you can only imagine what it looks like as it slips and spreads you open. “Ah- Ah!” You toss your head back, let out a long moan and strain the muscles of your stomach before finally it slips out.
“Good girl.” Comes his smooth baritone in the form of a praise. You sigh in relief, rutting against his fingers as reward. You see slick threads of your juices all over on his gloves, the shiny eggs and your pussy, connecting everything together in a mess of a shiny cobweb. It’s obscene.
It’s so hot.
“Just one more, darling.” The ex-archon soothes you, possessively rubbing at your navel once again although you feel something’s different, like something shifts a little inside you. “Though, I feel this one is just a little bigger… closer to the real thing.”
Your eyes widen.
“No, no, no, you did it on purpose… just now… m-make it smaller again, please!” You shake your head frantically, digging your nails against his arms and squirming against the feeling of his fingertips dancing around your folds.
“Shhh, shhh” He cooed, kissing at your neck. “You can do it, I know you can. Consider it… practice.” You can practically feel the smirk Zhongli presses against your skin.
“I already came so much…” You whisper, tears in your eyes. “Zhongliiii…”
“You got this.” He kisses your temple. “Just one more. I want to see that sweet pussy stretch around my egg, please?”
You groan at his filthy words, hips snapping against phantom stimulation as your pussy quivers. You brace yourself and breathe in deeply before squeezing your eyes shut and doing your best to push against the overstimulation. Your hole stretches impossibly wide, widening against the grit of the egg and pressing against your clit making you keen. It rests there a few seconds, heavy, solid, before finally popping out with a wet squelch, dropping right by the other two, and you scream at the excruciating mix of pain and pleasure.
For a moment you can’t even breathe, much less speak as you rest a little. Black spots dance in your vision and your ears are ringing. When you come to again Zhongli is desperately peppering you with kisses, caresses and praise. Hugging you close and growling dark promises into your skin.
“-did so well. My little mate. My perfect mate. Want to breed you for real. Fill you up. You’d give me wonderful little half adepti. So good for me. Truly worthy to be a dragon’s mate. Should keep you in my nest. Love you so much-”
Sluggish, you close your legs and pull down your skirt clumsily, ignoring the soreness and sticky feeling as your body sags against him in exhaustion.
The dragon is practically purring, having mellowed down a little yet obviously pleased after having you bear his eggs, albeit fake ones. The intention is there… as well as the possibility for the future.
“We should go to the abode, you deserve a good rest. I’ll clean you up and get you something to eat and drink, hm?”
“Just a little more, Li.” You mumble tired. “It’s warm and cozy here…”
He chuckles and pets your hair. “Alright.”
#genshin impact smut#zhongli smut#genshin x reader#zhongli x reader#zhongli x you#genshin x you#genshin imagines#genshin impact imagines#crys writes#fem reader#now I wanna write him breeding reader with his actual dragon eggs hnnnngg <3#it's almost 2k but somehow feels rushed sorry#imagine the adepti being like... r u serious right in our holy ground?//hit#Moon Carver's home being the closest rip him#I considered having the setting be Zl's abode/room/nest with silks and all#but semi public was fun lmao
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Imagine the reader getting sick and trying to at least get some rest
In comes their beasts(or ancients) being overbearing as always
Burning Spice Cookie probably keeps you close during these times, reasoning that maybe his heat will help you feel better soon? It's got to be explained to him by Mystic Flour Cookie, and by that point you're just stuck with him.
Mystic Flour Cookie dotes on you. She refuses to let you up and out until you're better. Do not protest, she'll just dump more blankets onto you.
Silent Salt Cookie is more protective of you. He stands guard, refuses to let you get up, and he makes sure you have whatever you need.
You're dumped in what's basically a nest of pillows and blankets in with Shadow Milk Cookie and Eternal Sugar Cookie. Neither of them let you up. You are forced to stay there.
Pure Vanilla Cookie probably takes care of you traditionally during this time, unless you speficially ask for him to heal you. He can't help but be very doting.
SICK?? SICK?? Golden Cheese Cookie is harping over you, and you're attended to by the best doctors.
The same goes for Dark Cacao Cookie. However, there is a slight threat that if you aren't made better, he will flip his lid.
Hollyberry Cookie smothers you a lot. She's attentive to your needs, and she's a lot more low energy. She cares about you very deeply.
White Lily Cookie is similar to Pure Vanilla Cookie, as she lovingly takes care of you. She may use those vines to hold you down if you try to get up while sick.
#cosmos constellations#crk x reader#cookie run kingdom x reader#burning spice cookie x reader#mystic flour cookie x reader#silent salt cookie x reader#shadow milk cookie x reader#eternal sugar cookie x reader#pure vanilla cookie x reader#golden cheese cookie x reader#dark cacao cookie x reader#hollyberry cookie x reader#white lily cookie x reader
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Hello!! what are the other ancients dynamics with their respective beasts like? Are they also learning to get along or is that unique to SM and PV?
Hi, thank you so much for the ask!! Since we don't know much at all about the other Beasts, it's hard to determine what their relationships with the other Ancients would be like. However, there're some light predictions that can be made!
- Hollyberry cookie, holder of the Light of Passion, is likely trying to befriend Eternal Sugar cookie, but Eternal Sugar goads her into giving in to her indulgences such as berry juice, hoping to get Holly to turn to Sloth as well. After all, they both represent Happiness. Hollyberry honestly believes she can turn the other back, however, an admirable belief that Pure Vanilla picked up on when deciding how to treat Shadow Milk cookie.
- Mystic Flour cookie and Dark Cacao both respresent Volition- however, due to Mystic Flour's apathetic disposition, the two clash very often, and they're very against any change or compromise. Dark Cacao sees Mystic Flour's apathy as an inherent betrayal of the kingdom's subjects and refuses to listen.
- Burning Spice cookie and Golden Cheese would likely see eye to eye at first, both being super driven and representative of Change. However, Golden Cheese is driven to Abundance, desiring only the best for themselves and others, but Burning Spice only wants to destroy and raze. They would likely get into arguments often, only working together in desperation.
- White Lily has the most complicated and unpleasant lot of the bunch, unfortunately. She not only has to contain Silent Salt cookie, but she has also been reunited with her other Self steeped in destruction, Dark Enchantress cookie. Due to her multiple bad experiences with corrupted reflections of herself, she's the most resistant to any sort of idea of redemption for the Beasts than the other Ancients. Thankfully, she's also the least likely to be corrupted- Dark Enchantress is incapable of using the Light of Freedom, and Silent Salt has taken to, well... Silently brooding and ominously watching over things, for the most part. While all three fall under the overarching virtue of Change, she's the most resistant to a different mindset. White Lily is rather fearful of any corruption happening again, which is why she's also rather scared & resistant to Pure Vanilla's comparatively casual relationship with Shadow Milk cookie. Even seeing him simply humoring him terrifies her; she cares deeply about him and doesn't want him to be harmed by the other's lies, an understandable position considering everything.
#shadow milk cookie#pure vanilla cookie#dark enchantress cookie#white lily cookie#silent salt cookie#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#crk#hollyberry cookie#golden cheese cookie#dark cacao cookie#eternal sugar cookie#mystic flour cookie#burning spice cookie#shadowvanilla#deceitvanilla#vanilla milkshake#facets of knowledge au#digital art#answered ask#our art#prism art
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fun-sized | leon k.
summary: somehow, musing about being short lead to an obsession with leon’s boobs.
genres: romance, humor
cw: suggestive themes, reader is short, leon is a cheeky little sh!t, stream of consciousness, not proofread
music inspo: if - r5
Being short isn’t all bad. Sometimes, it has its perks.
Strangers pity you in the supermarket, for example. Watch with fond smiles and swelling hearts while you struggle to fetch a box of Froot Loops from the topmost shelf—it would be the last box with marshmallows, too.
As your poor little calves sting and your fingers strain and you whimper pitifully for added effect, a leggy gentleman often swoops in to save the day.
You don’t have to duck beneath low tree branches when jogging through the park, either. Not at all fazed when your taller coworkers play limbo to avoid a splinter to the face.
Being fun-sized also comes in handy when dodging chainsaws and blades on a mission. Helps that you’re an agile little spider monkey, but you don’t have to do some fancy footwork to avoid having your head lopped off. You can simply duck.
Sure, you have to climb onto your countertops to reach the spice rack. Need a step ladder to retrieve plates from the cupboard. And maybe you have to put a little more oomph into your jumps to reach the pullup bar at the precinct. But the best part of being petite is, well...
Having the best view in the house.
That view being Leon S. Kennedy’s bodacious tits.
They flex invitingly in your peripheral whilst he reaches overhead to fetch a coffee mug. Doesn’t help that his shoulder rigs cup his bosom just right. And, of course, his dress shirt is tapered, accentuating the shape of his Adonis-like pecs.
Yeah, you could be a little more subtle with your ogling. Nearly scorch yourself with piping coffee, too preoccupied with Leon’s nipples that pebble in the cool air conditioning. But, he’s warm-bodied and virile beside you. Exudes the heady aroma of gun oil and cashmere. Stubble dapples his chin, and the golden slither of collarbone playing peek-a-boo with your vision beneath his button-up, well…
It takes every bit of you not to bite your lip, grateful the break-room’s free of any other occupants. It’s embarrassing enough eying your superior like a piece of prime rib.
Leon’s Adam’s apple bobs, causing you to instinctively swallow. Don’t even know when you stopped breathing, static filling the space between your ears. The definitive click of the cupboard being shut brings you back to the present. And you would nearly leap out of your skin, caught like the proverbial child rifling through the cookie jar.
His chuckle tinges the air, warm milk and honey to your ears. Tingles in the tips of your toes. Sparkles in the crown of your head whilst your cheeks flood with heat.
“Think you dropped something,” Leon drawls on the edge of your ear. Incredibly close, the heat radiating off his torso, branding your arm as he reaches around to pluck the coffee pot from your shaky fingers.
“W-what’d I drop?” you sputter, scanning the floor like a fool. Your gaze settles on Leon’s chest when another chuckle cascades from his lips. When a battle-worn finger creeps beneath your chin, angling your head back. His eyes swim with mischief, glittering like sea glass.
“Your jaw, sweetheart,” he croons as if taking part in a naughty secret.
You glimpse Leon’s crow’s feet before he draws away. Miss the warmth he emits, your voice corked in your throat. You watch pathetically, rooted to the floor whilst he ambles towards the break-room’s entrance, a hand stuffed in his pocket.
Before he crosses the threshold, Leon jests over his shoulder, “Gonna watch me like that; you should buy me dinner first.”
It’s out before you can think, hopefulness prickling your limbs. “W-what do you like to eat?”
It serves its purpose, stopping him in his tracks. The smirk he dons when he faces you again siphons your breath.
He stalks towards you before you can process things, soundless as a feline. Places his mug on the counter, spilling over you like liquid fire. Your back collides with the wall; didn’t even notice how close you were to it. Shiver as he sweeps an errant lock of hair behind your ear, suddenly caging you in with brawny arms on either side of your head.
You shrink beneath his power whilst he leans in. Jerk when he gathers your cheek into his palm, leaning down to whisper obscenities against the pulse point behind your ear.
Your knees buckle, and your lashes shutter from the absurdity of it all. From the sodden promises murmured against your skin, causing your tongue to loll about in your mouth.
Leon departs after whittling you down. Leaves you boneless, every egotistical ounce of him filtering from the room alongside him.
“So, dinner at seven?” you quip to his retreating back in the hallway, battling the thundering of your heart in your rib cage.
#leon x reader#leon kennedy x y/n#leon x you#leon s kennedy x reader#re4 x reader#re4 leon x reader#resident evil 4 x reader#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you
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Short love: Prologue
Summary: The is about widowed father Bradley Bradshaw who enlists his brother-in-law Jake Seresin and childhood best friend Robert Floyd to help raise his three daughters, eldest Donna Jo Margaret (D.J for short), middle child Stephanie and youngest Michelle in his San Diego home.
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader
Warning: Fluff
In the warm embrace of the morning sun, Y/n stood in Bradley's cozy kitchen, a sense of excitement bubbling within her as she prepared to whip up a batch of pancakes from scratch. The tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the sweet scent of vanilla and cinnamon that would soon infuse the fluffy pancakes.
With a deft hand, Y/n measured out flour, baking powder, and a pinch of salt into a mixing bowl, the ingredients coming together in a cloud of soft white powder. She cracked eggs into the bowl, their golden yolks adding richness to the batter, and poured in a splash of creamy milk.
As she whisked the ingredients together, Y/n's mind drifted back to fond memories of lazy Sunday mornings spent in her grandmother's kitchen, learning the art of pancake-making from the master herself. She smiled at the thought, grateful for the tradition that had been passed down through generations.
Adding a dollop of melted butter and a hint of pure maple syrup to the batter, Y/n stirred until it was smooth and silky, the mixture taking on a golden hue that promised deliciousness with every bite. With a satisfied nod, she set the bowl aside to rest, allowing the flavours to meld and develop while she heated up the griddle.
The sizzle of butter hitting the hot surface filled the kitchen as Y/n ladled spoonful's of batter onto the griddle, each one spreading out into perfect circles of golden goodness. She watched with anticipation as bubbles formed on the surface of the pancakes, signalling that it was time to flip them over to cook on the other side.
With a flick of her wrist, Y/n expertly flipped the pancakes, their edges turning crisp and golden as they cooked to perfection. The kitchen was filled with the mouth-watering aroma of caramelized sugar and warm spices, beckoning her nieces to the breakfast table with eager anticipation.
As Y/n finished up the last batch of pancakes, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching from the hallway. Moments later, Stephanie and DJ, her two oldest nieces, appeared in the kitchen, their faces lighting up with surprise and delight at the sight of the delicious breakfast spread before them.
"Good morning, Aunt Y/n!" Stephanie exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "What's all this?"
Y/n turned to greet them, her smile widening at the sight of their eager expressions. "Good morning, girls!" she replied, her voice warm and jovial. "I thought I'd whip up a little breakfast treat for my favourite nieces."
DJ and Stephanie exchanged a look of disbelief, their eyes widening in astonishment. "You made all this?" DJ asked, her voice tinged with amazement.
Y/n nodded proudly, gesturing towards the table where plates of fluffy pancakes, bowls of fresh fruit, and pitchers of maple syrup awaited them. "All from scratch," she confirmed, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.
Stephanie and DJ wasted no time in helping themselves to the delicious spread, their mouths watering at the sight and smell of the pancakes. They piled their plates high with pancakes, drizzling them generously with syrup and adding a handful of fresh berries on the side.
As they dug into their breakfast, laughter and conversation filled the kitchen, the sound of their voices blending harmoniously with the clink of forks against plates. Y/n watched them with pride, her heart swelling with love for her nieces and the joy of being able to spoil them with a homemade breakfast. Together, they savoured each mouthful of pancakes, savouring the warmth and comfort of being together as a family.
As Y/n sat at the kitchen table with her two nieces, DJ and Stephanie, the aroma of freshly made pancakes filled the air, mingling with the excitement bubbling within her. With a warm smile, she decided to share with them stories of her recent geographic news reporting trip to Australia, a journey that had taken her to the far reaches of the continent.
"DJ, Stephanie, did I ever tell you about my recent trip to Australia for work?" Y/n began, her voice filled with anticipation.
The girls shook their heads, their eyes wide with curiosity as they eagerly dug into their pancakes.
"Well, let me tell you, it was an adventure unlike any other," Y/n continued, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she recounted her memories.
"As a geographic news reporter, I had the incredible opportunity to travel to some of the most remote and breath-taking locations in Australia. From the rugged Outback to the lush rainforests, I witnessed the stunning diversity of landscapes that make up this vast continent."
DJ and Stephanie listened intently, their pancake-filled mouths forgotten as they hung on Y/n's every word.
"I explored ancient Aboriginal sites, where rock art told the stories of generations past. I trekked through dense rainforests, where towering trees and cascading waterfalls created a sense of wonder and awe."
The girls gasped in amazement, their imaginations sparked by Y/n's vivid descriptions.
"But do you know what was truly remarkable?" Y/n asked, her voice filled with wonder.
"What?" DJ and Stephanie chimed in unison.
"The people," Y/n replied, her voice tinged with admiration. "I met incredible individuals who were deeply connected to the land and its rich cultural heritage. From Aboriginal elders sharing their wisdom to local communities welcoming me with open arms, I was constantly inspired by their resilience and strength."
As they finished their pancakes, DJ and Stephanie bombarded Y/n with questions about her trip, eager to learn more about the fascinating experiences she had encountered. And as Y/n shared more stories and answered their curious inquiries, she knew that her nieces were already dreaming of their own adventures, inspired by the tales of distant lands and faraway journeys.
In the bustling kitchen of the Bradshaw household, Y/n watched the clock anxiously as her two nieces, DJ and Stephanie, leisurely nibbled on their pancakes. With each passing second, her sense of urgency grew, knowing that they were perilously close to missing their school bus.
"Come on, girls, hurry up! You need to finish your pancakes quickly so we can get you to the bus stop on time," Y/n urged, her voice tinged with urgency.
DJ and Stephanie glanced at each other, their eyes widening with realization as they realized the gravity of the situation. With newfound determination, they began to eat with renewed speed, their pancakes disappearing in record time.
As Y/n bustled around the kitchen, packing their backpacks and gathering their coats, she couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration at the time ticking away. The school bus would be arriving any minute, and she dreaded the thought of having to drive them to school herself.
"Come on, girls, we need to go!" Y/n called out, her voice tinged with urgency as she ushered them out the door.
With a final gulp of orange juice and a hasty goodbye, DJ and Stephanie scrambled out of their chairs and raced to the front door, their backpacks slung over their shoulders.
As they hurried down the front steps and onto the sidewalk, Y/n breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that they had made it just in time. With a quick wave goodbye, she watched as they boarded the school bus, their faces flushed with excitement and the thrill of making it just in time.
As the bus pulled away from the curb and disappeared around the corner, Y/n couldn't help but smile. Despite the chaos and rush of the morning, she knew that she wouldn't have it any other way. After all, these were the moments that made being an aunt so special.
In the early morning hustle and bustle of the Bradshaw household, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the stairs as Bradley rushed into the kitchen, baby Michelle cradled in his arms. His face was a mix of determination and concern as he quickly scanned the room.
"Y/n, I'm running late for work," Bradley exclaimed, his voice filled with urgency as he handed Michelle over to his roommate. "Can you watch Michelle for me while I grab my briefcase?"
Y/n, caught off guard by her friend's sudden appearance, quickly adjusted to the situation, taking Michelle into her arms with practiced ease. "Of course, Bradley," she replied, her voice calm and reassuring. "I've got her. Don't worry."
With a grateful nod, Bradley dashed back up the stairs, his footsteps echoing through the house as he hurried to gather his belongings. Y/n watched him go, a fond smile playing on her lips as she cradled Michelle close.
As the minutes ticked by, Y/n soothed Michelle with gentle words and soft caresses, the baby content in her aunt's loving embrace. She hummed a soft lullaby, the melody filling the air with warmth and comfort.
Finally, Bradley reappeared in the kitchen, his briefcase in hand and a grateful smile on his face. "Thank you, Y/n," he said, his voice filled with gratitude as he leaned in to kiss Michelle on the forehead. "I couldn't have done it without you."
Y/n smiled back, her heart swelling with love for her friend and her precious niece. "Anytime, Brad," she replied, her voice filled with warmth. "You know I'm always here for you and Michelle."
With a quick goodbye, Bradley rushed out the door, his footsteps fading into the distance as he headed off to work. Left alone in the kitchen with Michelle, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfilment wash over her. Despite the chaos of the morning, moments like these reminded her of the bond that held their family together, strong and unbreakable.
With Bradley gone and the kitchen now quiet, Y/n cradled Michelle in her arms, the baby's warm weight a comforting presence against her chest. As she gazed down at her tiny niece, Y/n couldn't help but marvel at the innocence and beauty of this small, precious life in her care.
With practiced ease, Y/n reached for a bottle of warm formula, prepared earlier in anticipation of moments like this. She settled into a cozy armchair by the window, the morning sunlight casting a gentle glow over the room, and carefully positioned the bottle for Michelle to latch onto.
Michelle, ever the eager eater, eagerly accepted the bottle, her hungry suckles filling the air with a soft rhythm. Y/n watched with a mixture of tenderness and awe as the baby drank, her heart swelling with love for this little bundle of joy.
As Michelle nursed, Y/n gently stroked her soft cheek, whispering words of love and reassurance. She marvelled at the bond that had formed between them, a connection that transcended words and filled her with a sense of purpose and belonging.
Time seemed to stand still as Y/n and Michelle shared this intimate moment, the outside world fading away as they basked in the warmth of each other's presence. In the quiet stillness of the morning, surrounded by love and tenderness, Y/n knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be.
And as Michelle finished her bottle with a contented sigh, her eyelids growing heavy with drowsiness, Y/n held her close, savouring the precious moments of peace and quiet. In these simple moments, she found joy and fulfilment, knowing that she was fulfilling her role as both aunt and caregiver with all the love in her heart.
With baby Michelle nestled in her arms, her tiny fingers curling around Y/n's, the aunt couldn't resist engaging in a little conversation with her niece.
"You know, Michelle," Y/n began, her voice soft and gentle, "we're going to have some special visitors later today. Uncle Bob and Uncle Jake are moving in with us for a while."
Michelle's bright eyes blinked up at Y/n, her small mouth forming a curious O-shape. Y/n chuckled at the adorable expression, feeling a surge of affection for the little one in her arms.
"They're going to be staying with us for a little bit while they get settled," Y/n continued, her tone warm and reassuring. "It's going to be so much fun having them around. They're going to make you laugh and smile, just like they always do."
As Y/n spoke, Michelle cooed softly in response, her eyes fixed on her aunt's face as if trying to understand every word. Y/n couldn't help but marvel at the way Michelle seemed to be taking in everything around her, her innocence and curiosity a constant source of joy.
"I think you're going to love having them here, Michelle," Y/n said, her voice filled with excitement. "They're going to be the best uncles ever, I just know it."
With a contented sigh, Y/n hugged Michelle a little tighter, feeling grateful for the bond they shared and the adventures that lay ahead with their extended family. And as she rocked Michelle gently in her arms, she couldn't wait to see the smiles and laughter that Uncle Bob and Uncle Jake would bring into their lives once they arrived later that day.
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my Cookie run Kingdom theory-who in the ginger gang inherits which souljam
Idk how to explain it sorry but here's all I got for now hopefully the next update with mystic flour cookie gives use more ground on it but I noticed a theme in each generation example:
Viture of knowledge,light of truth and wizard cookie is said to be wise on many occasions so like light of wisdom suits best and wisdom comes from learning from a mistake and using the knowledge for later use so suits the whole knowledge thing I also notice another theme with their roles or what they're class is and yes I'm going to use shadow milk cookie,pure vanilla and wizard again as an example
Jester-king-wizard(roles commonly used in fantasy medieval media or fairytales)
But its hard to pin point the others roles or classes like with burning spice cookie,golden cheese and chili pepper:
Barbarian-goddess?-theif
But if anyone has more info or any other ideas I'm open to them
#cookie run kingdom#cr kingdom#gingerbrave#gingerbrave cookie#wizard cookie#white lily cookie#strawberry cookie#chili pepper cookie#custard cookie the third#Ancient heros crk#shadow milk cookie#eternal sugar cookie#mystic flour cookie#burning spice cookie#silent salt cookie#pure vanilla cookie#hollyberry cookie#dark cacao cookie#golden cheese cookie
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The Heroes & The Beasts
The Ancient Heroes, unfortunately, had been captured. Shadow Milk had taken them by surprise, snatched away Pure Vanilla, and used him as bait to lure White Lily away from you and the gang. The only good thing was that White Lily was able to pass her Soul Jam on to GingerBrave before she, too, was taken away.
You, GingerBrave and the rest was the Earthbread's final hope.
But let not focus on you cookies. Let put our attention towards the locked up Ancient Heroes.
They were somewhere in a black pitch void, the same void that Shadow Milk had presented to you guys when the first time he appeared. Numerous eyes trailed aimlessly on the walls and ceiling. Sometimes, half of them stared at Pure Vanilla, sometimes at White Lily. Either way, it won't stop staring at one place as long as Shadow Milk doesn't possess them.
But those eyes weren't the worst part. No, they were like a small hill compared to the mountain. Because Shadow Milk wasn't the only Beast presented in the void.
You read that right, he wasn't the only one.
White Lily trembled inside the bird cage when Silent Salt shifted his helmeted head towards her. Her calla lily staff was prepared in front of her, but it didn't lessen her fear.
Pure Vanilla heard her trembles from the second cage. His head bowed down, self-hatred grew larger towards himself at the thought he had failed her again. She had tried to reassure him he had done his best, but the fact they were trapped in cages like some sort of pet did not supported the statement.
The void Shadow Milk had brought that had some sort of mental magic mixed in, at least that was what the two genius mages concluded. For with the exception of Shadow Milk, the rest of the Beasts didn't have their physical bodies. Hopefully, not yet and never. Their consciousness were connected to Shadow Milk's, and the Beast of Deceit made use of it to create whatever plan he had in mind.
Still, it didn't lessen the scare of seeing the Fallen Heroes with one's own eyes.
None of the heroes were having a splendid time.
But Shadow Milk certainly did.
"Awwwww~, look guys," the jester cooed, animatedly pointed at the cage Pure Vanilla was placed. "Isn't mine so cute? He's trying to conjure an escape plan, and it isn't working!"
Pure Vanilla certainly was having a terrible moment.
His predecessor (could he even call him that?) didn't stop cooing and awing over him ever since they were brought here. Unlike White Lily, whose cage hung in the air and string connected to the endless like ceiling, he was forced into a cage similiar design like hers but placed on a round table. Shadow Milk had summoned a chair and placed himself next to the healer. Since then, the jester had been watching him like he was watching a kid show.
"Huh," Burning Spice scoffed. He and Silent Salt had been hovering around White Lily for some time. The Beast of Destruction snapped his knuckles on the silver cage, causing it to move abruptly and for White Lily to yelp. "So this is the new Hero? Your successor sure is something, Salt."
Pure Vanilla bit the inside of his cheek as White Lily tucked her head behind her staff. They couldn't find a way out of here. Magic seemed to be useless against a mastermind like Shadow Milk. Their only hope was you and the gang. Hopefully, he prayed that all of you were able to escape Beast-Yeast and requested help from Dark Cacao, Hollyberry, and Golden Cheese.
Somewhere in the background, Eternal Sugar peered from her fake cloud and clicked her tongue, "I thought our Soul Jams would at least be given to some cookie," she yawned halfway on her speech, not even caring to cover her mouth, "...who at least able to stand on their own ground," lazily, she shrugged. "I guess I was too optimistic. Awe, it's so tiring...!"
Burning Spice smirked, "But I heard she was the one eho able to create vines that hold us back for many moons. I guess she lost her touch, huh?"
"Awww, look look! He's turning his head away from me!"
Mystic Flour stepped closer between Silent Salt and Burning Spice. Her eyes were closed, but White Lily could felt the gaze upon her.
"Hm, just seeing her made me ponder what our counterparts were like. Was mine as patience as I? Was he or she got what it takes to inherited a piece of me? Was they enough?"
"Oh my gosh, he's shoving his head inside his cone head! Haha! So silly, and so cute!"
Silent Salt cocked his head aside, and one hand lifted to tap on the silver cage. His movement was in complete silence and fast. But bold and loud in its own way.
"Ah yes," Mystic Flour hummed. "I guess yours deserve a bit of recognition. She did strengthened the hold on our prison," one eye peeled halfway open, revealed a pale golden eye behind it. "As annoying as it might be."
White Lily failed to do not cower at the resentful gaze.
"Ehh, don't ignore them! Guys, my son keeps avoiding the servants I made for him. How ungrateful."
"Hmmm...she's pretty much a scaredy cat."
"Maybe we should rip her arm apart. That toughen a dough up."
"I think—"
"No, son, you suppose to be holding that servant's hand, not trying to cuts his strings— ey, ey! Cut it!"
"We should—"
"No, Nilla, that's illegal—"
With a flicker of his wrist, Silent Salt threw his sword towards the jester. Shadow Milk simply tilted his head aside to avoid the blade, continued on puppettering a few of soulless cookies around Pure Vanilla inside the cage.
"Come on, Nilla," the Beast murmured, one of the soulless cookies leaning down with a jelly in its hand, "I know you're hungry. Eat the jelly!"
"Could you ever shut up?" Eternal Sugar growled, one hand lifted from grasping her cloud to scratch the side of her head.
Burning Spice barked, harshly pointed at the blue Beast, "Shut your mouth and stop your yapping about your successor! How can you even coddle him when he's so weak?!"
Faced the raging red Beast, Shadow Milk beamed (much to the rest of the Beast and the Heroes' dismay) and raised Pure Vanilla's cage like a young cookie dough showing off his brand new toy, "But he's soooo cute! You want me to hate him when he's all dolly like this!"
To further prove his point, the jester shoved the cage to the closest Beast, which unfortunately to be Burning Spice. Anger flared up, the Beast of Destruction punched away the cage, and it would have even been terrible for Pure Vanilla if his predecessor didn't pull away in time.
White Lily was having a stroke witnessing that.
"You know," Shadow Milk tucked Pure Vanilla's cage close to his chest. Chin rested on top of the cage while his body relaxed and leaned forward at his peers, "Maybe we should do some parents–bonding with your counterparts. That'll be fun."
'It would be horrid,' Pure Vanilla and White Lily shared the same thought.
Silent Salt shooks his head. For once, White Lily agreed with him.
Mystic Flour gave a disgusted look at the trickster, "You know I don't engage in useless activity."
"And sides! You just met him for a couple of hours! Don't just claim around he's your spawn!"
Pure Vanilla was glad that at least some of the Beasts had common sense. Although it directly came from the Beast of Destruction out of all cookies...
"You shouldn't judge a book by its cover, and you shouldn't judge a cookie by its frosting. Who knows, maybe you'd get quality time on the way," the blue Beast sang, body swayed left to right. Pure Vanilla had to grip on the iron bars to not get thrown around.
Burning Spice snapped, "But the book's cover intention is to describe the content in the graphic way! Isn't that its job?!"
Silent Salt and Mystic Flour shared a look. They stared at their fuming comrade for a second before averted their attentions back to White Lily's cage.
"And reading is boring!" Eternal Sugar whined, all arms and legs stretched upwards before it slumped down. Her fingers glided through her lyre to create a short-term melody. "Wouldn't listening to music much more exciting than simply laying down, doing nothing?"
Mystic Flour, who Pure Vanilla guessed a fan of reading book, shots the pink Beast a dissatisfied glance, "Boring, you say? But you seem to think otherwise when you were reading those...fanfics of yours!"
At that, the Beast of Sloth hastily pushed herself up from her cloud. She glared at the other female with reddened cheeks, fingers buried into her cloud as she growled, "You say you won't peek!"
The Beast of Apathy tilted her aside in a mocking manner, "Oh? Did I? I guess I had been slipping in recollecting with all those thousands books you have."
Eternal Sugar's countenance grew redder. She glared at Burning Spice and Shadow Milk, who were snickering. The two males instantly straightened their stand and pretended to do nothing. Silent Salt sighed, and at the same time, White Lily did the same as well.
Shadow Milk chuckled when Eternal Sugar stormed over to Mystic Flour with a literal storm from her cloud. He relaxed further on Pure Vanilla's cage, fingers drumming on the bars in rhythms manner.
"Man, you can never imagine how many she got those books. Honestly, where did she get those? But eh," he shrugged. "I don't indulge in those. I'm not into those reader-insert stories."
"...?" Pure Vanilla glanced at Shadow Milk behind his closed eyes, "...reader-insert stories?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
Silent Salt dropped his sword.
Straightened his stand, the trickster turned Pure Vanilla's cage around so the healer could properly face him. With a serious, intense expression, Shadow Milk asked the cookie.
"Do you know what reader-insert story is?"
"...no?"
Then there were those cracks again. The same cracking noise when you declared of elopement with the former king of the Vanilla Kingdom. Pure Vanilla turned around worriedly, fear that he might angered the Beast without meaning to. But instead of spite or ire, the blue Beast marched towards the chair he previously sat with Pure Vanilla in hand.
Wordlessly, Eternal Cookie flew next to them and plopped down a stack of book in various thickness. Shadow placed Pure Vanilla's cage on his laps, and with a snap, a reading glass rested on the jester's countenance.
"My son, here's what we'll be doing today," Shadow Milk stated. Unnaturally solemn and distress. "I might not indulge in these kinds of things, but I won't be having an outdated heir when I am this magnificent! A trickster must be acknowledged in all things!"
"...what?"
Picked one book up, Shadow Milk flipped it open and thus, the lesson began.
White Lily idly slammed her head on her cage. Witches, she hoped you and the rest would get them out as soon as possible.
#shadow milk cookie#pure vanilla cookie#white lily cookie#eternal sugar cookie#silent salt cookie#burning spice cookie#mystic flour cookie#cookie run kingdom
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I Just Getting Idea About The Prompts.
What if Was Ancient Cookies Are Swapped With Beast's Cookies :3
Ooooh, so a Role-swap AU? Sounds pretty neat!
Requested Prompts #12 - ✦
Less of a story prompt and more of an AU prompt in general where I explain to the best of my ability of what I think the AU would be like. Also note that the soul jams don't really align with the roles in this au.
First off, we're starting with the Former Beast Cookies( Aka Shadow Milk and co.)
First off, is Shadow Milk Cookie, ruler of the faerie kingdom(takes place of the vanilla kingdom here). A Trickster at heart but he is willing to help when needed. He's a... semi-responsible king, he's more of an actor than royalty... Or should I say a clown?
Next up, Burning Spice Cookie in Hollyberry Cookie's role!- I... Don't have much for this guy, which is unfortunate. But, for what I do have, the Spice Kingdom is a Kingdom of brave warriors, and there's a lot of dragons as well... That's all I have, moving on then!
Next up, we have Silent Salt as the ruler of the Salt Kingdom(Cacao Kingdom)! The land is embedded in an eternal winter with salt as snow, the king having grand strength and few words to share. But when the king does speak, it's almost always meaningful in some way.
After that, Eternal Sugar as the ruler of the (unnamed replacement kingdom for the golden cheese kingdom because i couldn't think of one). The reason I have Eternal Sugar in Golden Cheese Cookie's role here is because well, Goddess of eternal Gold? Eternal Sugar? I just made that connection and ran with it.
And finally, we have Mystic Flour, taking on the role of White Lily cookie... And eventually Dark Enchantress as well. But DE is called Dark Priestess Cookie instead. The reason I have Mystic Flour cast as White Lily is because I have a feeling that the two are rather similar.
Also, fun fact but in this au Mystic Flour is not the first to seek the truth behind why they, the cookies, were created.
And now, onto the corrupted ancients... Or rather just Pure Vanilla Cookie.
Pure Vanilla takes upon the attribute of deceit, but not because he deceives most other cookies, he doesn't tend to do that. Rather, he deceives himself... and his friends. He watched them turn to madness, all after a single, horrid truth found out by White Lily Cookie had been told to them. After all, if cookies were meant to be eaten, then why not spare them from such a terrible fate by ending their lives before they could be eaten?
He deceives himself, thinking that the good within his friends had not yet vanished. And he deceives them, by keeping them sealed away under the guise that the Witches had done it. He doesn't speak in fear of his deceit being revealed, and may be the only one of them that isn't too warped to feel guilt over what they had done anymore.
As for the others? Well, I can't assign them roles for certain. But I'll let you know that they've all committed atrocities.
#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#cookie run au#crk#cookie run au prompts#shadow milk cookie#cr kingdom#beast yeast#eternal sugar cookie#mystic flour cookie#burning spice cookie#silent salt cookie#pure vanilla cookie#hollyberry cookie#dark cacao cookie#golden cheese cookie#white lily cookie#we're getting silly with the requests tonight#anyways anyone can feel free to add onto this if they want#also pushing the fairy Shadow Milk agenda here. because yes#also Elder Fairy got yeeted out of existence here(unfortunate)
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Sable Arms, Sable Heart
Macaque stands at the entrance of the cavern, his expression unreadably blank. Still, his eyes never leave the Monkey King’s face. He steps forward, carrying two cloth bundles under one of his arms, one of them outright bulging.
Sun Wukong snarls at the sight of pitch fur, shaking his head. “You’ve finally come back. To mock me, right?” The Great Sage glares and performs a rude gesture with his hands, one little act of rebellion still available to him.
He looks much different than the last time Macaque saw him. Even the way he holds himself is different. Exhausted, weary, jumpy- a sign that he’s been left alone for too long, spent a little too much time ruminating. Regret writes itself across his face in the form of a deep-set frown and tired eyes.
Had no one else visited him?
“Shady coward,” he snaps, crossing his arms with a glare shot to his former sworn brother. The words snaps Macaque out of his thoughts, causing the ebon demon to grow closer. A flicker of anger and irritation crosses his narrowed golden eyes. Even after spending several cold, lonely months under this mountain, the Great Sage that Macaque so adored was still defiant and rude… not that he didn’t have a solution for such unloving ungrateful behavior.
He slowly walks closer, carrying a bundle of cloth under a toned arm. “Don’t be so rude. I’ve been thinking about you lately.” That’s a lie. Wukong is all he ever thinks about- even more now than ever before.
The Monkey King raises his eyebrow at that half-true statement, still glaring as his old friend approached him. “And what were you thinking about, huh? How else to ditch a friend?”
“…I let you make a lot of decisions for me, didn’t I? We were best friends, Wukong.” A pause, and his eyes narrow to glittering slits. ‘Were’ is a word that drops bitterly from his lips, the memory of such a close relationship being tarnished weighing heavily on Macaque.
“But the light I admired in you is running low. Like a fire left unfed, you’re burning out.”
“Don’t you dare say-“
Macaque cuts his old friend off by unrolling the cloth bundle, revealing a dozen hand-made dumplings. “You can’t survive here on your own,” the demon says, a strange note of warmth in his voice.
The Monkey King eyes the gift from Macaque cautiously, suspicious of his former best friend’s sudden bout of kind behavior.
“You need me, Sun Wukong.”
And all the grace and patience drains from the Great Sage, pulling his lips back to reveal snarling teeth.
“No, I don’t- mmph!” All his angry protests are cut off by the forced entrance of a dumpling, the entire pastry stuffed into his mouth. Macaque’s clawed hands clasp over his lower face, preventing the Great Sage from rejecting the ‘offering’.
Like he had rejected the peach. Like he had rejected the six-eared demon. Allowing Wukong a chance to make his own decisions had clearly been a mistake- so Macaque would not give him the chance to reject this.
The dumpling’s skin is savory, rich. The butter and milk used were clearly of high quality, resulting in a light and fluffy dough. And there’s a mild kick, too- the result of adding five-spice powder, a great way to warm the mouth and leave the stomach satisfied.
Reluctantly, Wukong is won over by the taste of the wrapping, biting into the steamed pastry locked inside his mouth.
Immediately, he gags in revulsion, eyes widening. The dough might’ve been nice, but the filling- it’s pure liquid, metallic and warm.
Blood, thick and red.
Nausea overcomes the demon, leaving him to futilely try and spit out the blood-soaked pastry. Instead, Macaque pulls his hands away for the sole purpose of stuffing in a second dumpling when Wukong opens his mouth.
“This is proof,” Macaque says, clasping his hands over his old friend’s mouth again. “That you need me. And I’m going to give you everything that I am until you understand that I am the only thing you need!”
His passionate speech grows faster and sloppier, words spilling out one after they other.
“I made them with all of me. My blood. My fur. My tears. My fangs. And once I stuff you full of everything that I am- you’ll remember how much you love me.”
The Monkey King tries to break free in some way, attempting to punch or bite Macaque to no avail. Forced to swallow the dumplings, he glares at his former friend with burning anger in his eyes. He grits his teeth, fury boiling on his tongue.
“I never asked you for this! I never asked for you to do anything! I don’t need you!”
It feels good for just a split second, right before the many-eared demon rounds on him. The side of Wukong’s face is struck harshly, leaving an imprint across the skin of his cheek. Before he can speak or respond, the sable simian swings on him again, deepening the bruise.
Macaque stands there in seething fury, swinging his powerful hand like a pendulum, sharply cracking against both sides of Wukong’s face. The vicious impacts whip the king’s head back and forth, the demon incapable of defending himself.
The assault lasts for nearly a minute, only ending when Macaque snags his clawed hands deep into Wukong’s chin, forcing his bruised face upwards.
“Apologize. Now.”
The Monkey King looks unsteadily up at Macaque, his abused jaw quivering like a young child about to cry. He swallows a couple of times, trying to calm himself down before he finally speaks.
“I… I’m s–sorry…”
A switch flips, it seems. Macaque comes down from his blind fury, gently cupping Wukong’s face to rub at the spot he struck. “That’s better.”
His clawed thumb runs circles around one of the bruises left by his unforgiving palm, mildly soothing the sting. “You don’t yell at your best friend,” he dissonantly scolds, eyes no longer burning with golden rage.
The Monkey King lowers his gaze, feeling the almost soothing touches on his cheek. He gulps again as his emotions threaten to overtake him, continuing to suppress the urge to cry.
“I… I know… I’m sorry…”, he chokes out, tears brimming in his eyes at the loss of pride and dignity, at the assault and subsequent ‘forgiveness’. This causes the faintest hint of a smile, and Macaque pulls away.
“You have more dumplings to eat,” he says, his smile growing wider. Carefully, he brushes away the brimming tears- why would Wukong need to cry when he had his best friend right here?.“And then I’ve got something special for you.”
He unfolds the second roll of cloth, revealing a small ceramic bowl. There’s a peach in it, carved into chunks and drenched with honey.
He would’ve jumped at the opportunity to indulge in such a saccharine delight before. But right now, all he can think of is the first peach he was offered.
The soft, sweet fruit that was consigned to the floor, left to rot and mold over the course of weeks.
And he finally breaks and begins to cry, thinking of the trouble he could have avoided by just eating it in the first place.
#Platonic Yandere#Yandere Lego Monkie Kid#Yandere LMK#Yandere Macaque#Macaque#Sun Wukong#TW: Abuse#TW: Force Feeding#Can be read as platonic or romantic
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Cook
Two very awkward wizards flirt and have a heart-to-heart. SFW.
Martha Hylfyst watched the Wizard of Waterdeep at the campfire with great interest, the open book she was holding long forgotten. She had not expected Gale to be the one who assumed the role of camp cook but was glad of it because he’s just that good. Just as good as Aunt Luci, and that’s a very high compliment.
“If you don’t go over there and speak to him, then I will make you, darling.” Astarion teased, walking by the front of Martha’s tent. “I’ll tell him you have your pretty little eyes on him—”
She squeaked, slamming the book shut. “No!” The half-elf stood and placed the book on the chair she was sitting on. “I’ll…talk to him.” Right. Talk to him. Like a person talks to another person. Not like how a silly thirty-year-old, who’s been rejected by numerous suitors, talks to a charming, kind, funny, sweet wizard of great renown.
Astarion giggled as he reached his tent. “This is going to be quite the show!”
Fuck.
What would Da say? “Just be yourself.”
Mum? “Be strong and confident. You are a Hylfyst and a de Fontaine---act like it.”
Aunt Luci? “Follow your heart, sweetie. And make sure there’s nothing in your teeth!”
Pushing her shoulders back, she tried to maintain a confident yet relaxed walk to the campfire. “Smells good, Gale.” She said with a small smile, her golden eyes sparkling.
He glanced upwards and grinned. “Thank you, Martha! Please, come and join me.” Gale watched as she sat next to him, her hands folded in her lap. Just like Mum and Aunt Luci taught me. “I found some spicy sausages among our rations. That, combined with flour from the Grove, eggs, and water, to make a rudimentary pasta, and fresh milk and spices to make a sauce…” His smile grew even wider. “Well, it’s a lovely pasta dish I would make if I were at home. Something delicious that soothes the soul.”
“Sounds like how I cook at home too.”
Stirring the sauce gently, he raised an eyebrow. “A lady of House Hylfyst cooking?” He then winked at her. Oh, he’s teasing me. Well, I’ll show you!
She wrinkled her freckled nose and smirked. “My godmother, Countess Luci Wildheart, taught me. I enjoy it, especially cooking for me and my friend Nadia. I think I mentioned her before, right? We live together in a small house in Baldur’s Gate.” Stop. Rambling.
“Yes! She’s a bard if I remember correctly?”
She nodded. “Yeah. I was coming back from one of her gigs when I was…you know…” Oh great now you’ve ruining the mood. Recover! Quickly! Wringing her hands, she felt anxiety bloom in her chest. “Anyways—”
“I’m sorry. Truly.” Gale murmured as he checked to see if the pasta was done cooking. “It must have been so frightening for you, as it was for us all obviously…ah, it’s done! Do you mind giving me a hand?”
Perfect! This will get things back on track. “Of course!”
“I’m going to attempt to strain this as best I can. If you wouldn’t mind minding the sauce and combining it with the pasta, then that would be most helpful.” He set about using a bowl he magic missile’d some holes into earlier to strain the pasta.
Martha smiled to herself. He doesn’t need me to do this. He can easily do it, but he wants me to. And maybe he knows I know this? And is enjoying this little time together as much as I am? And I hope there’s more of this in the future? When he returned with the strained pasta, he never took his eyes off her as she added the sauce and spicy sausage with ease. “Do you approve of your sous chef, Gale?” she whispered, her smile growing wider by the second.
His brown eyes were full of mirth. “I approve of her very much and look forward to hearing her opinion on my made-in-the-frontier pasta.”
After sitting next to each other at dinner (it was so fucking good), Gale asked if they could speak more and took two shortbread biscuits to share. They ended up on a large log by the river. Far enough so the others won’t hear but still not a long walk away in case something happens. “I was wondering if you could share your knowledge on necromancy. I’m most interested…” Upon seeing her expression change to a mixture of shock and fear, he immediately apologized. “Forgive me for my eagerness. It’s simply that I don’t meet too many necromancers in the flesh, as it were. But if it’s not something you wish to discuss, then I would be happy to talk about anything else.”
So he’s interested in that. What on earth made you think he was any different than other power-hungry wizards? Of course he’s not. Martha turned away as she stood, trying desperately to hide the tears forming in her eyes. “You know what, I suddenly feel tired—” He’s just wants what’s in my head, not me. I never should’ve mentioned it, because now everything is ruined.
“Please.”
She froze, still not looking at him.
“If I have offended you in any way, then I most sincerely apologize. I-I will make it up to you, I swear it. I’ll do anything you ask of me. But please, please,” his voice hitched.“Don’t go…unless you truly are tired, then rest.”
Maybe…he’s not like the others. While he wanted more from Mystra, he’s never shown any tendencies towards darker magic. Trust my heart. Trust him. She turned and sat back down, wiping the tears from her golden eyes. “Sorry. Usually when I get asked about necromancy, it’s not for the best of reasons.”
He nodded. Martha thought she saw tears in his eyes. Oh no. Oh fuck. Oh shit. “My dear, that’s very understandable. Gods, Szass Tam comes to mind and other notoriously evil Red Wizards. Not that you are obviously!” Gale buried his face in his hands and groaned. “I’m cocking this right up, aren’t I?”
A smile crept onto her face. “It’s alright. I…do you mind if I share the first time, I realized there was something different about me and my magic?” He lifted his head and nodded enthusiastically. She tentatively offered her hand which he took with a soft smile. “Like you, I’ve been in touch with the Weave for as long as I can remember. One night when I was about five, I saw a boy in my bedroom. He was around my age, maybe a little younger. He asked if we could play for a while, and I said yes. I didn’t think anything of it.” She chuckled. “I found out later that he was the son one of my great-great-uncles who died of flu as a boy. His spirit was still in Hylfyst Manor and just wanted to play. This went on for a few weeks before my parents caught us playing but obviously couldn’t see him. He was scared when he saw them, saw how afraid they were of him. I reached out to touch him and when I did…they could see him.”
Gale’s eyes widened. “Are you telling me that you---as a five-year-old---made a spirit reveal himself? With a touch?!”
She smiled nervously. “Yes?”
“By the gods, how?!?!? How?! Can you still do this?!” He’s not afraid. He’s excited. Very excited. Like how Horace or Scratch gets really excited before I give him a treat.
“I can, though it doesn’t always work. I also can’t explain how I can do it. When it does happen, there’s always some light, which my parents and teachers think is the influence of Selune or Lathander, but who knows?” She shook her head. “Anyways, my parents told him he wasn’t in any trouble and then his spirit moved on. That was the first of my many communions with the dead and helping them along to whatever awaits them next.”
“That’s very kind of you to do.” He said warmly, giving her hand a squeeze.
Martha smiled nervously. Again. Oh my gods, my heart races when he smiles at me like that. “If I can help them, then I will. That’s not to say it’s easy or fun sometimes…but it’s worth it. And before you ask, none of my own studies in necromancy have explained why I’m like this---a freak.” A freak whose own mother thinks she’s useless…no, Mum’s never said that. She just thinks it. I know she does. I’m not a ranger like her. Not as elegant and pretty a lady as her. She’s braver and stronger. She loves the outdoors. Loves hunting. And then there’s me…
Gale shook his head, squeezing her hand again. “You’re not a freak. You were given a gift, from who I cannot say, but a gift nonetheless.” He let go of her hand and slowly touched her freckled cheek. His brown eyes stared into her wide golden ones. “You use this gift, this power bestowed upon you to help others. That’s not freakish at all. In fact, it’s quite admirable.” Something flashed in his eyes---a realization. “Have you ever heard of white necromancers?”
Her brow furrowed. “Hmm, I think there was a reference to that in a book I read years ago, but nothing specific I’m afraid.”
“White necromancers assist the living and the dead---healing mind and body, moving spirits on, and occasionally going into battle against other necromancers. By that definition,” he’s flashing my favorite charming smile. Gods, he’s so handsome. “You’re not a freak. You’re a white necromancer, which is nothing to be ashamed of.”
That’s what it’s always been about, hasn’t it?
Shame.
Shame for having this power.
Shame that in a family of barbarians and rangers, I’m the outlier.
Shame that I won’t live up to my own very high expectations.
She nodded quickly, feeling tears in her eyes. “No. No, it’s not.”
I won’t be ashamed anymore.
#martha hylfyst#martha x gale#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#pre relationship#plus size tav#wizard tav#necromancer tav#they are SO AWKWARD#but food is love and so is talking about your power over the dead#implied chubby gale#martha “i see dead people” hylfyst
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Request Status : Open . . . !
What I will do . . . !
Fluff
LGBTQIAP+ Relationships
Polyamorous Relationships
Yandere
Headcanons
Oneshots
Friend to Lovers
Best Friends to Lovers
Childhood Friends to Lovers
Strangers to Lovers
X Reader
Crossovers (like reader is from another source or reader is like a character from other source or both)
What I won't do . . . !
Angst
Su//icidal Character(s)
NSFW / Lemon
Lime / Suggestive
Anything against LGBTQIAP+ people
Anything racist
Minor x Adult relationships
Canon x Canon
Male Reader (unless TransMasc Reader)
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I will only do POC friendly content
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If I write something for the beasts and/or Lychee Dragon and Longan Dragon, it will always be Yandere, because I can't see them in a healthy relationship
Which characters I write for . . . ?
[Epics] Mozzarela Cookie, Frilled Jellyfish Cookie, Prune Juice Cookie, Kouign-Amann Cookie, Cotton Cookie, Latte Cookie, Kumiho Cookie, Black Raisin Cookie, Croissant Cookie.
[Super Epics] Crimson Coral Cookie, Stardust Cookie, Sherbet Cookie, Clotted Cream Cookie.
[Legendaries] Sea Fairy Cookie, Moonlight Cookie, Black Pearl Cookie/White Pearl Cookie, Wind Archer Cookie, Fire Spirit Cookie, Millennial Tree Cookie, Sugar Swan Cookie, Abyss Monarch Cookie, Frost Queen Cookie, Timekeeper Cookie,
[Dragons] Lotus Dragon Cookie, Lychee Dragon Cookie, Longan Dragon Cookie.
[Ancients] Pure Vanilla Cookie, Hollyberry Cookie, Golden Cheese Cookie, White Lily Cookie.
[Beasts] Shadow Milk Cookie, Mystic Flour Cookie, Eternal Sugar Cookie, Burning Spice Ccokie, Silent Salt Cookie
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Since my fyp is full of Pedro's starbies order, can you pls fill it with the orders of his characters? Also, why does Ezra get something piled with cream and caramel?
Thank you, get well soon angel!
Literally, nothing would make me happier. Let's dive in.
Din - If Din could walk into a Starbies, he would get an Americano with a splash of heavy cream. More indulgent time-wise than a simple little coffee, but still quite utilitarian.
Joel- Joel would love a cold brew, I think. Just straight up, nothing added. He would roll his eyes at the people in front of him with a complicated order.
Dieter- Speaking of complicated orders. Dieter would be the one most likely to try whatever drink is the latest "hack" on tiktok. He doesn't care how stupid it sounds to order it, bc he always makes an assistant do it. If he's doing his own ordering, I think he gets Pedro's drink.
Javi G- Javi G loves a seasonal drink. In the winters he is going for a chestnut praline latte, and in the summers he likes an iced macchiato. He does not like pumpkin spice lattes.
Marcus M- Marcus wants an iced dirty chai no matter what time of year it is. In a very reasonable size, though. Never a venti.
Max Lord- Max is the cappuccino sort- fancy, to the point- but he does bring you all the white mochas you want. This is a take that was for @coastielaceispunk and it is now my canon.
Frankie- I think Frankie would get a sweet cream cold brew. It's straight forward enough to order but would feel like a little treat. The guys might give him shit for it, but he doesn't care. His daughter always gets a steamed vanilla oatmilk.
Dave York- I think Carol would turn Dave onto the Strawberry Acai Refreshers and he would never look back. He gets them made with water, though, not lemonade. Too sweet.
Ezra - Caramel frappuccinos all the way. Extra toppings. He always moans sinfully when he gets one, no shame.
Jack- Our cowboy is going to order an Irish Cream Cold Brew and then drop a little bit of whiskey into the cup while he winks at you. Truth be told, he likes any good, strong coffee.
Javi P- "Whatever is brewing behind you that's strongest." He is not fussy in the slightest.
Pero- Pero thinks the menu is stupid and too big. He likes ordering the pastries while you pick out the drinks. You have found that he likes plain lattes, matcha tea lattes, and hot chocolate. He won't admit to the last one.
Max P- Max is getting a pink drink, all the way. It's ridiculous and he doesn't care. Let the office plebs drink shitty, breakroom coffee. Max is living his best (un)life.
Marcus P- I get big-time London Fog vibes from Marcus. Very cozy, very warm. Marcus has morning vibes, I don't know any other way to put it.
Oberyn- Our sweet Prince is getting a Golden Turmeric Latte. Oat milk, perfectly light espresso, and a mix of warming spices sweetened with honey. It's sunshine in a cup.
Zach- I really love the idea of a Flat White for Zach. It's special and comforting without being fussy or sweet, which I think is what he would like. He deserves whatever he wants, though.
#sorry this took so long#it was my favorite thing tho#apologies for typos#hospital sleepover#yes im still here
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your unfinished business. | Semi Eita x gn! reader
warnings: childhood friends → strangers → lovers
w/c: 3.8k
a/n: this is my submission for @woahsamu’s “it’s always been you” collab! this is also my first haikyuu! piece so a billion thank you’s to my beta readers and helpers. @shinigamiplayroom @kazububs @mrskenmakozume @arlertslove 🫶
Another warm summer had come and gone, as quickly as the days changed. A new school year with different kids and Semi had just moved into a new house with new neighbors. He wasn’t sure if he would fit in or how to even make friends. Maybe he could survive the first grade by himself, he thought. Until his parents took him next door to say hello to the neighbors with a fresh baked pie. Apple and cinnamon spice seeped through the golden, flaky crust, perfectly thumb-printed along the edges of the pie dish. A soft chime of the doorbell sounded into the otherwise calm atmosphere when two adults opened the door to say hello. And there you were. Small bare feet padding along the tiled floor as you flew a toy plane at arm's length, your lips vibrating in engine-like sounds. That was the first day he met you, and the two of you were inseparable from then on.
The first day of school came faster than he wanted. The two of you sat in the breakfast nook of your kitchen. Cold glasses of milk left condensation rings on the round table. Crumbs from the toast you ate littered the floor around the white folding chairs. Ziploc bags of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were squashed under the room temperature water bottles in your school book bags. Time ticked on and you ran, hand in hand, to the street corner towards the transportation stop. The humid August weather was in full effect as you rode the bus to school- you and your best friend, Semi Eita. The most important person in your life.
“Hey, y/n?” - Semi looked at you with hopeful eyes- “Do you think we'll always be friends?”
“Of course, Sem-Sem! Even when we're old and have to do adult things, like taxes.” You grinned at him, showing off the empty spaces left behind by the two front teeth you had recently lost.
You scooted closer to him on the tattered bus bench seat and held out your right pinky finger. “I promise. You gotta hold my pinky with your pinky now. That means a forever promise.”
Semi looked down at your small fingers and then back at your smiling face. It held a glint of childhood seriousness and curiosity. Your eyes softly sparkled in the ray of sunshine that beamed through the half opened window. He gave you a small, sweet smile- just enough to curve the bow in his lips and took your pinky into his. You stayed there for a while, holding small fingers until the bus jolted to a stop, sending you both face first into the back of the seat in front of you. You giggled as you got off at the stop to your school. Walking in close enough proximity that you could smell the grape jelly still emanating through his warm breaths.
He sat with you on the old broken wooden bench outside by the playground at lunch time in grade school, stood up to the kids who teased you and made you feel less than you were and always split his cookie with you (except when he had oatmeal raisin because he knew you didn’t like them). You grew up together, you never imagined a moment without him or what your life would be like if you’d never met him. He was always there- next to you like your shadow when the sun hit the highest point in the sky. But Semi stood out more than you, like he was the color of the petals on a newly sprouted flower and you were just the ordinary green stem. He was smart, funny, cute and was always involved in something.
Through the years, he continued to be your only one. Grade school became fond memories into middle school, and middle school problems became the jokes of high school. Then, he joined the volleyball team. He got busier and busier as the months went by. Practices, games, traveling to matches. The two of you started to grow apart- he stopped coming by, stopped walking you home, eventually, stopped returning your phone calls and text messages.
It hurt. To lose the person you thought you’d always have. You decided you needed a fresh start- you couldn’t just be seen as ‘Semi’s shadow’ anymore. You reinvented yourself through the time apart. Switching high schools, going by a different nickname, changing your wardrobe, and becoming more involved in school activities. You graduated top of your class: valedictorian, and class president. You started the club for sustainability, which ended up having a pretty large following. You were a part of school humanitarian efforts, and competed in scholastic events. The only person you thought about during your graduation speech was your childhood friend, and even thanked him, though you couldn't bare the pain of saying his name. You got scholarships and were accepted into a great college for Environmental Studies. As time went on, you started to forget about him- packed away all the photographs, notes that were passed in math class, and things that made you think of him. There was something about those childhood mornings that just captivated you. You didn’t know it then, but everything felt so right. The universe was telling you this was the way it was supposed to be- but what did you know, you were just a kid. That’s all they were now- just memories.
You made new friends and life went on.
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“Come on, it’ll be so much fun! Just come to the concert with us!” Your best friend Kiyoko Shimizu spoke through the phone’s speaker. You could hear Koshi Sugawara’s voice in the background. It was an unlikely friendship but they turned into your found family during your second year at college.
“I don’t know Kiki, I’m pretty busy with club meetings and we both have finals to study for.” You sat up on your dorm bed, slinging your legs over the side as you held your cell to your ear with your shoulder.
“We both know the material. You act as if you won’t pass with the highest grade y/n. I won the tickets and even Ko wants you to join us!” You could tell she was starting to get annoyed with attempting to convince you.
She was right, however. You, her, and Ko all studied together on Thursday nights. It was a routine. You’d get take out, study (whether you needed to or not), and end up gossiping about the latest college drama. The football players cheating on their girlfriends, the chess club president finally touching a boob, or whatever story made its way through the halls. You always aced your tests because you were diligent with learning to understand the material and you had club meetings every Monday-Wednesday. Maybe you deserve a break, after all.
“Hello? You know I’d love it if you accompanied us, but don’t feel pressured to do so.” Koshi’s delicate voice sounded as if a whisper through the phone.
“You know what, I should go. I deserve a break anyway. Who did you say - ?”
“YAY!” Kiyoko screeched in excitement before you could even finish your sentence. “Oh, I don’t remember and I don’t care. The tickets were free! So let’s just enjoy ourselves.”
You smiled as you said your goodbyes and ended the phone call. The concert was tomorrow night so you had time to do some studying, choose an interim leader for two of the club meetings you’ll be missing, and time to go shopping for a new outfit. What a perfect way to end the semester- a fun, memorable night with your two closest friends. What you didn’t know was how memorable it would be.
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The car ride to the concert venue was filled with laughter, yelling your favorite songs at the top of your lungs off key and almost spilling your soda from your fast food stop earlier, in your lap after a hard press to the brakes. The building was bigger than you thought for a local artist- maybe they were more known then Kiyoko thought. Suga parked the car and the three of you walked towards the doors.
Once inside, you followed the direction of the crowds. The usher at the ropes scanned your tickets, and handed you badges for your backstage visit after the show. He pointed you in the direction towards the main floor and told you the details of what would happen after the show and where to go to get backstage. You squeezed in between friend groups and couples to get to the far left of the floor. It’d been a while since you’d been to a concert where you had to stand in the pit but nonetheless, you were excited.
The loud speaker announced the opening act with a loud guitar strum, and the lights went up on stage. Neon hues bounced from the overheads around the space as they swiveled in their spots. The curtains opened to a small five piece band you’d never heard of. The rough bass lines and drums were contrasted against the lead singers soft vocals. You jumped around with your friends to the fun, upbeat music. After their 6th song, they took a bow saying thanks and told the crowd to scream as loud as they could for the main act.
The curtains closed and there were muffled voices and crashes of sound as they adjusted the stage. A cymbal on the drum kit was softly tapped and a melody of strums against a guitar resonated through the microphone. The curtains slowly opened to a somewhat tall boy. He was lean and you could see his veins snaking up his arms as he strummed the chords and made rifts in the melody. His ash blonde hair had darker gray tips and was longer than you’d remembered.
“Semi…” Your words were barely said like they were a thought accompanied by the movement of your lips and little air.
Suddenly, it was like the rest of the world disappeared as you watched him. No crowds, no dancing feet, no walls, and no sounds. Maybe this was a dream, a vivid lucid dream where you thought about something too hard in the back of your mind and you made it happen without realizing it. Everything dispersed and then shimmered back together like a mirage and you were met with Koshi’s hand on your shoulder and a worried look. All you could do was shake your head and hold a thumbs up with an almost, believable grin.
You looked back at the man on stage. The way his fingers glided along the frets and the slight white of his nail beds as he pressed the strings to form a specific chord. His hair fell around his face as he banged his head to the music in the background. He adjusted his earpiece which was a plum purple, you knew it was reminiscent of his high school volleyball days. The vein in his neck protruded delicately against his skin as his Adam's apple bobbed with each crescendo of his voice as he sang.
The lights dimmed in the concert theater, a different ambiance from the electric lights from before. Semi put his guitar in the stand and sat behind a long, glossy mahogany Yamaha concert piano. A single amber spotlight shone above him as his fingers danced along the ivory keys. The octave jumped in a moment as his thumb crossed under his third finger hitting the flat of the note. You were close enough to see his boot softly press against the pedal, and he started to sing, his voice became the only thing you heard as the harmonies melted into your ears.
“I have known you my whole life,
When we were 10-
I said I’d make you my wife.
8 years later, we grew apart and older
Just as I took the world on my shoulders…”
He ended the song, softly gliding his hands down the scale of keys. He stood from the black lacquered bench and walked to center stage. He took the microphone off the stand, saying his ‘thanks’ for supporting him and joining him for this concert tonight. He took a bow at the waist and waved as the curtain closed in front of him. The lights went up in the venue and the crowd started to dissipate. You stayed where you stood, still in shock over those last two beautifully played notes. They floated so blissfully across the stage and echoed through the speakers strung high above the ground in the top corners of the ceiling.
Quiet tears fell over the high of your cheekbones and streamed down to your chest, crashing against the polished concrete ground of the small concert hall. Did he still think about you? That symphony of sounds was so familiar, like the one he used to play for you as kids. The song sounded like it was made for you, even though you were sure he didn’t know you were here, it felt like he sang it just for you.
Koshi noticed your tears and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close. No words needed to be said between the two of you. Kiyoko placed her hand on your back, rubbing it up and down comfortingly.
“You okay?” Ko whispered in your ear.
“Yeah, it was just a pretty song. Reminded me of a past memory, no biggie!” You stepped out of his embrace and wiped your index fingers along your wet lash line, trying to not ruin your makeup.
You shook the small tears off of your fingers and gave a soft smile to your friends. You took a moment to fix your hair and recalled the directions the usher gave you to get to the door that led backstage. You moved through the hallways and corridors, showing your badge to each employee that stopped you. After a few minutes of weaving through the space, avoiding pieces of stage materials and instruments, the three of you found yourselves in front of a plain black door with a card labeled S. EITA, at eye-level. You took a deep inhale and then knocked.
You waited patiently, feeling your heart beating so harshly in your chest as your mind raced between old memories of you and him. The good, the not so good, and the best. It was hard to imagine what he would be like now, after years of not seeing each other, not speaking to one another, almost like the two of you never existed together. Except you did and you saw it in photographs, in letters, in emoji rampant texts and you saw it in the gray eyes that captured yours as the door opened.
Silence.
Kiyoko stepped between the two of you, unknowing of your history, and started rambling about the show and the set up and the lights. Your mouth moved but no words came out, it just gaped open and gasped for air like a fish out of water. He looked over her shoulder at you once more, like he was met with a figment of his imagination. But you were real- and standing before him in the dim glow of his dressing room. He stepped to the side, allowing you in. The space was probably as big as your dorm room, a large mirror was surrounded by lightbulbs along the far wall and a black leather couch sat in the middle with a small rectangular coffee table. Off to the side you could see a mini fridge stocked with water, energy drinks and a half-eaten fruit tray. You imagined what it would be like to be on the road touring with him, jumping from state to state until your thought was interrupted by Semi’s low voice.
“Y/n.” There was a hesitation in his voice, like he had forgotten how to say your name. Forgotten how it rolled so beautifully off of his tongue.
“Hi, Semi. The world is funny like this, I guess.” You offered him a sympathetic smile.
“Wait. You two know each other?!” Kiyoko looked between the both of you.
You looked back at Semi and nodded. You sat down on the couch, and the others followed suit. You told your friends about your childhood, growing up with Semi and the fond memories you’d shared. You left out the small details, like the way he made you smile the first day you met, the first time you laughed so hard you snorted, and the way your heart felt so comforted being around him. You told them about your falling out and told him about the small achievements you’ve made since the last time you’d spoken.
He didn’t take his eyes off of you from the moment you’d finally said hello to the last utterance of breath you took. “I’m sorry I left you behind…” His voice was calm but filled with sadness as he realized he’d missed so much of your life.
Minutes turned into hours and it was getting late. You picked up your bag from beside you and stood from your comfortable position on the couch. “We should get going, it’s getting late.” You looked between your two seemingly enthusiastic friends.
“Y/n… C-can you stay for a while longer? There’s so many things I still want to say to you.”
“Yes, they can. They would be delighted!” Koshi and Kiyoko smiled too large for comfort, like they had an unspoken plan between the two of them.
You sighed as they started to walk backward towards the door. “I can’t. I have to study.” You protested.
But then you felt it. A warmth that blanketed your whole body as it spread from the tips of your fingers to your toes. You turned to see Semi’s hand, holding your wrist as his eyes pleaded silently, hoping you’d catch on to his desperation. He still held that same childhood innocence as he let go of your wrist and held out his pinky finger. Your mind clouded with the memory of that humid August day on the bus. An exasperated breath escaped your lips as you looked from his extended pinky to his gaze.
“It’s a forever promise.” You turned your body towards him and took slow steps closer.
He took one large step, closing the distance and wrapped his arms around you. Everything felt like it was supposed to again. Every worry you’d had up until that moment melted away as you found comfort in his scent. You buried your face in the valley of his neck as he held you tighter. He lifted his head and spoke towards your friends saying that he’d get you home safely and they shouldn't worry. You froze for a moment, forgetting they were there. You pulled away from him and gave them an apologetic look, which they shrugged off with a genuine smile as they shuffled out the door.
“I never stopped thinking about you. Did you know that?” He was sincere in his words as his calloused fingertips cupped your cheeks.
It was in that moment that you realized, home was not just a house. It could be a person and your person was finally in front of you after all this time. You didn’t hesitate as you pressed your lips against his. It wasn’t rushed or messy, but slow and sensual. He was taken aback by the sudden kiss but quickly moved his mouth in tandem with your own. It was a waltz of tongues as you felt every curve, and drop of his lips. Tasted his sweetness in open mouthed kisses- like Red Bull and pineapples. He was warm as he pulled you closer to him, and you ran your fingers up his arms and through his ashy tresses.
“Stay with me, tonight. Please. I’ve missed you.” He spoke, lips still hovering over your own with eyes softly shut.
“I’d like that. We have quite a bit of catching up to do.” You leaned forward, kissing him once more.
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“Semi Eita.” You rolled over to face him in your shared bed of the hotel room, looking at his sleeping figure. You whispered just wanting to hear his name, allowing your fingertips to trace the curve of his jaw, the bow of his lips. His breath fanned over against your skin, soft sighs in minty toothpaste wafts.
This was the boy that filled your childhood, soft dreams next to each other and drowning out the noises with loud guitar solos. He made it feel less lonely. He made you feel loved in your lowest times. And known. And accepted, no matter how different you were from everyone else. He always seemed so whole, and put together- saying he could take care of himself and didn’t need anyone. That’s why you broke up in the first place, which felt like a lifetime ago now. He didn’t need you nor did you need him in a way- but you wanted each other. Something about letting go of something you love and if it finds its way back to you, it was meant to be. You and Semi, seamlessly ended up together, again. That infinite well of hopelessness that you spent all the time believing swallowed you whole, was nothing but a mere figment of imagination. He was here with you now.
“I love you, Semi.” You rest your head against the valley of his neck, finding solace in the warmth of his skin, breathing in his after shower scent.
You stayed there, lying awake in the memories of your relationship- not wanting them to become slippery. Not wanting to forget everything you two had been through. Life seems to have a funny way of allowing things to fade away into thin air, like a whisper or a blown kiss. But the pulse of unfinished business still beats as life unfurls; days to weeks to months to years. Love happens when people talk about it often, spending time and learning each other's faults, dreams, aspirations. That’s when you discover that not even the ones you thought you loved the most seemed to have the same effect that Semi does. In the end, the mark you left on eachother was in the shape and color of love. That will always be your unfinished business, because love is never finished.
It circles and circles, like the koi fish in a pond imitating the yin and yang. Those memories come in spurts and waves- out of order and not always complete. But one that always floats on in your mind, one you always come back to: you and Semi under an autumn dazed sun, apple orchards surrounding you as you lean up against a tree stump. He’s strumming his guitar in the soft melody he only plays for you and then holds out a dirty, calloused hand. You take into yours, entwining your fingers and rubbing your index finger against his knuckle- and you do not let go. You feel a warm wetness stroll down your cheek and he subconsciously wraps a heavy arm around you. And it was his turn to not let go.
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Festival Foods of Brightshine
Whole Featherback Roast- a dish said to satisfy even an Imperial, a Featherback Boar is roasted whole on a spit for nearly two days. The boar is basted with a sauce of lemon, Wild Mustard, Vegetable Oil, Succulent Spears, and Bumble Honey. The feathery wings are roasted separately, but then re-feathered and presented alongside the boar for the most opulent plating.
Sweet Puff Quiche- a pie pastry filled with cubes of Featherback Boar ham, wilted Light’s Breath, Potato Onions, Mycena Mushrooms, and a mixture of Sweet Puff eggs and Micro Goat milk. Baked till a golden crust forms and garnished with Sanddrift Aconite flowers, one must wonder if it is worth it to steal eggs from bird that can be sweet or full of RAGE.
Stuffed Hallow Ivy- for this dish Hallow Ivy leaves are boiled to soften them before being stuffed with White Quinoa, Wild Onions, Minty Jadevine, and chopped Sunkernals before being boiled again. Often served with lemon slices and sides of smoked Micro Goat Cheese, dried Sunbeam Figs, and Greenstripe Amaranth flat bread.
Imperial Tail Risotto- Imperial Tails are often found on the border of Lightning and Light and are a common staple grain. Though not very tasty by themselves, they can be made into a variety of risotto dishes to accompany the main meals. One of the richest involves a 24 hour Herdbeast Hoof broth and marrow, Featherback Boar lard, Celestial Antelope milk parmesan, and colored yellow with powdered Daffodil. Tundras debate if this is really a vegetarian dish.
Sun Spirals- Garden Snails are the bane of many a gardener, so the gardeners decided to make them lunch. They are fattened upon Micro Goat milk before being fried in sea salt and Vegetable Oil. Then they are served in their shells with a pungent sauce of Succulent Spears, Blacktongue Pepper, and cumin. Your lair mates will demand you eat some Peppermint hard candies least you be banned from the dinner table.
Emperor’s Blood Stew (or Gladiator Stew)-a red spicy stew consisting of sautéed Tendrilback Caterpillar deglazed with an Herbal Plantain liquor (to help combat the poison), before being doused in a rich Miniature Potash Peach (the best imported from Fire Flight) and Red Hot Pepper sauce. The pot is then stewed to soften the chewy meat of the Caterpillar till tender, though some tougher dragons prefer a quick fry variation for maximum spice. Typically topped with Celestial Antelope milk feta- fried or fresh, and Greenstripe Amaranth flat bread.
Golden Trout Meunière- Golden Rainbow Trout migrate once a year from the Outer Seas to the Sea of a Thousand Currents to spawn, specifically during Brightshine. This bounty is quickly snagged in nets, filleted, and fried in a thin coating of Sunkernel flour till golden brown. A sauce of Celestial Antelope butter, Wild Onion, chopped Longweed Bunch, and Sour Strawberries is drizzled over top. Sometimes Luminous Almonds (imported from the Shifting Expanse) are added to the sauce to give a golden scaled appearance.
Lanternlea Lucky Eel- Goldbelly Dragonfish frequent the Lanternlea Port, attracted by the glittering lights and the daily catch cleanings. These fish are cut down the center and stuffed with Treasure Plant leaves, Wild Onion, and Mycena Mushroom then placed in a marinade of Sunbeam Fig balsamic, sea salt, and Vegetable Oil. The fish is then grilled whole and served, though not before a gold coin is placed in its belly for one lucky dragon to find!
Bumble Buns- essentially rough doughnut holes, small balls of yeasted dough are fried in hot oil and coated in a variety of syrups and nuts and flowers. The most common is Bumble honey and toasted Sunkernels or Coral Carpenter honey and Blue Roses (which has blueberry flavor). Typically served with strong shots of Pelagas Feather tea to help balance all the sugar.
Mosun Galette- mice are considered a delicacy in Light Flight, with the most prized being the Sun Flecked Fieldmouse. Much like the snails, the mice are fattened up with Sunkernels before being harvested and roasted alongside Granny Smith Apples, all upon a round puff pastry crust. The mice and fruit are often arranged in sun ray pattern with a thick glaze of Bumble honey on top.
Meadow Wine- or Mead for short, an alcoholic beverage made from the fermentation of honey, sparkly, sweet, and dangerous on a warm summer day. While Bumble honey mead is the most common, the most prized mead is from the honey of the White Lace Honeybee, known for its sweetness, pale hue, and being naturally sparkling. Truly a lady of high caliber!
Summer Sunset Cocktail- a layered cocktail of Granny Smith Cider, Potash Peach nectar, White Quinoa Vodka, and Strawberry syrup all over ice. There is much debate whether the name of this cocktail is sunrise or sunset, but it probably depends on when the party is being started.
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Tea's Special Stir Fry
Ingredients:
Miso paste (~ 1 Tbsp)
Coconut aminos (3-4 Tbsp)
Stir fry sauce of choice (1/2 cup with milk, 1 cup without milk)
Peanut butter (1 Tbsp)
Nut milk (1/2 cup)
Mixed veggies (2-3 handfuls)
Small golden potatoes (2-3)
White mushrooms (5)
Raw ginger root (1 Tbsp)
Brown rice noodles (1 8oz pack)
Olive oil (pour as needed)
Directions:
Start your noodles and begin making the sauce while they cook. Leaving the noodles slightly undercooked will help with their consistency during stir fry.
Add miso paste to a bowl, pour the coconut aminos in and mix until the contents are smooth (small chunks are ok).
Add stir fry sauce of choice (sweet teriyaki is good) and mix until everything turns the same color.
Add peanut butter (creamy works best) and mix until everything is the same color.
Add nut milk and mix until everything is the same color.
Set the sauce in the fridge while you prep your veggies and potatoes. Peel and chop the potatoes. I cut mine like flat wedges to help with cooking.
You can adjust the amounts depending on the dish. I approximated the sauce, milk and noodle size as I usually just eyeball it and don't recall how big my noodle packs are.
If you want more umami, remove the milk and add more sauce. Mixing different sauces keeps things interesting. The milk will usually result in a creamier dish, which helps tone down the spice of the ginger and spice that may come in some stir fry sauces.
Drain and rinse noodles, put them in a bowl, drizzle them with olive oil, mix and set aside. The olive oil will keep them from sticking together when it's time to fry them.
Heat your olive oil in a pan on high heat, add your potatoes and cook until golden brown on the bottom. Flip the potatoes and cook them for a bit, but add the mushrooms before they turn golden brown.
Drizzle a tiny bit of sauce on the potatoes and mushrooms, mix them and then quickly add the veggies. Be careful as the sauce will likely start popping everywhere (part of the fun and danger of being a chef 😈)
Add a bit more sauce, add the raw ginger and fry everything to your liking. Mix the noodles into the veggies until everything is mixed together. Turn to medium heat, add the sauce and mix. Once everything is coated and cooked to your preference, you're good to go! I find it best to make sure the sauce isn't fully reduced as it preserves a lot of the flavor. Enjoy!
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apoligies if this has already been asked and answered, but i'd love to hear the kinds of entertainment snack foods that are popular across tamriel! the kind of thing you can pop into your mouth while watching a bloody arena show or a play at mournhold's great bazaar. love the work you do!
I've been asked about healthy snacks in the past, but now it's time to talk serious about munchy things in general!
Altmer
Nori is a staple of Altmeri cuisine, but it also makes for a tasty snack on its own! Seaweed is dried and rolled into thin sheets before being salted and seasoned. You'll find them freshly fried in any marketplace or tavern, and they usually come served with creamy wasabi dip in stacks of ten.
Argonians
Aside from fried insects, Argonians are absolutely bananas for fried bananas. Ripe bananas are sliced, coated in a layer of sweet batter, and deep fried until crisp and golden on the outside and fluffy and moist on the inside. Fried banana is traditionally always served on a big platter for players and guests after any game of Teeba-Enoo!
Bosmer
Of course, one of my favourite Valenwood snacks is notoriously unhealthy, and comes in the forms of little balls of fried cheese studded with bacon bits. Similar to Khajiiti squeaky cheese but made from timber mammoth milk, these bite-sized morsels are rolled liberally in small pieces of bacon and deep fried. For the best experience, dip in honey or smoked duck fat to serve!
Bretons
Bite-sized cakes and pastries became all the rage in High Rock in early 4E, and it looks like they're here to stay. Of note are croissant bites, which are literally just very small croissants, sometimes filled with jam or chocolate. They're dangerously good, and I've definitely polished off a whole bucket on my own in one sitting!
Dunmer
Sweet and syrupy marshmerrow can be found in almost every Dunmeri dessert, and it's a star of the extremely moreish marshmerrow gummy candies popular in Mournhold. These candies are made by infusing melted guar fat with marshmerrow pulp and sugar, and are then poured into molds or dropped onto a tray to set. The end result is a nice little chewy treat with a distinctively fruity, candy-like flavour.
Imperials
Focaccia croutons are good for more than just soups and salads- they also make a great sack on their own (especially the ones with a parmesan crust). You can munch on them as is, though it gets a little dry, or dip them in sauces like spicy tomato salsa, cheese and chive, or black olive tapenade.
Khajiit
Buttered moon sugar flapjacks are a quintessential Khajiiti snack for any time of day, and are loved by just about everyone in Elsweyr. Popped rice, wheat, and seeds are mixed with a buttery vanilla moon sugar caramel, shaped into rectangular bars, and are generally eaten cold or at room temperature. Simple, yet satisfying.
Nords
At any tavern, pantomime, marketplace, or home, you'll always catch the distinctive aroma of fried potato spirals: one of Skyrim's favourite snacks. Potatoes are peeled in a spiral shape, and the slices are then dipped in a spiced batter and deep fried, before being served with sweet tomato or beet sauce, or Eidar cheese dip. Best served hot immediately, you'll find the bottom of the bag very quickly once you dig into these!
Orcs
Smoked horker bites are an Orc's trustiest sidekick, both at home and on the road. They're simple to make: simply smoke a horker steak, while keeping it tender, then coat in a spicy maple batter and deep fry. I'm not a fan of horker at all, but that maple batter does something indescribable to the slightly fishy flavour. Good horker bites keeps for ages, making them the ideal travel snack too.
Redguards
Falafel balls with hummus are always a crowd pleaser- literally. At any sporting or entertainment event in Hammerfell, you'll find hawkers bearing trays of fresh, hot falafel, with a little cup of hummus to dip. The hummus is sometimes flavoured, such as with garlic, harissa, smoked peppers, and hot chilis. And while falafel is notoriously filling, it's easy to chow down a bag of 12 in one go.
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