#Tide loves doing his kids hair real

[moominpopzz]

no thoughts… only Tide doing Vyncent’s hair…..

that is all..

#don’t mind how the designs change slightly inbetween the drawings…. #I did the comic part a month ago and started the other one also… a month ago.. #Vyncent having Tide do his hair is a headcanon that will never leave me #Dakotas too probably #Tide loves doing his kids hair real #also let’s not talk ab the background on the first one #god I was struggling #jrwi #jrwi pd #prime defenders #jrwi fanart #jrwi pd fanart #i love them #vyncent sol #tide lambert #moomins gallery<3

[puppykento]

nyxie poo.... can i request real dad toji please..... you write him so deliciously it makes my toes curl. i love you btw x

a/n: winky !! the loml being my first request omg. i love you more xxx. (i got a bit carried away this is like... a little long for a drabble. oops?)

cw: 18+ content, fem!reader, daddy-daugher incest, dub-con, cam girl reader, p in v, creampie, some slut shaming, spitting, squirting

Toji is no saint - but he's never pretended to be. He should never have been in your room in the first place, but you kept getting all of this money from god-knows-where, and he had a debt to pay. He had every intention to pay you back (eventually), but he just needed a little cash to tide him over until his next job.

The last thing he expected was to see the tab you left open on your computer. He'd only bumped the mouse trying to search through some of the shit on the top of your desk, only for a site that he was fairly familiar with to come up. That didn't mean he expected to see you on the screen, baring your pussy to the world. Your face wasn't in it, sure, but he hasn't reached that level of 'absent father' not the recognise the bedroom he's literally standing in, so... that was definitely his kid there.

That should have been the end of the whole situation. He should have hastily retreated out of your room while pretending he never saw anything. Should've and would've are two very different things, and before Toji can even register what he's doing, he's sat at your desk and pressing play.

He should feel guilty when he rubs himself raw watching his daughter play with her pretty pussy, but he can hardly feel bad when the sounds coming from your PC are so fucking hot. He stifles a groan as his cum shoots all over his shirt and hand, a frown coming to his face. Shit. He hadn't cum that quickly since he was a teenager.

He stands up quickly and clicks out of the page, making his way to the bathroom to clean up. Looks like he'd have to have a little chat with you later.

˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

"So, I was in your room earlier." He says as you return home, walking over to join you on the couch. No response. Fucking typical. "Hey, brat. I'm talkin' to you."

"Yeah, I heard. Just trying to figure out how you thought you had any business going into my room." You reply, your brows furrowing as you look at him.

"You always gotta be such a bitch? Shit. I'm tryna have a talk with ya. You're my kid." He bites out, his eyes narrowing as he looks at you. You just glower at him, not bothering to reply once again. He lets out an irritated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Found your dirty tapes. Think daddy wouldn't start wondering where all your cash came from?"

That manages to get a reaction from you. You look cute like that - your eyes all wide as you gape at him. A smirk tugs at his lips as he leans forward, invading every inch of your personal space. "What? You didn't think your daddy'd find out, huh? Knew I raised a pretty girl, but I didn't think I'd raised such a slut."

"You had no right to-"

"Ah! That's where you're wrong, baby. See, you been hidin' all this money from daddy while he's been slavin' away to make sure you got a roof over your head. Been shovin' those cute little fingers in that cute cunt of yours when daddy coulda been doin' it for you this whole time and takin' a cut."

"Dad, what the fuck are you talking about?" You snap, heat building in your face as he lowers his head slightly, his gaze trailing along your body. He doesn't say anything in reply, instead choosing to grab a fistful of your hair to pull you into a searing kiss.

His lips are greedy and unrelenting, prying yours open enough to push his tongue into your mouth. Your brows furrow as you squeeze your eyes shut, letting him take control of the kiss as your body goes rigid. His hand slides lower until his thumb grazes against your clothed clit, instantly causing the tension to dissolve from your body. He chuckles as you moan into his mouth, rubbing circles with his thumb as he presses you back against the couch.

"Shit. I really did raise a fuckin' whore. Look at ya, spreading your legs for your own daddy after one kiss." He says as he pulls away from the kiss, a cocky smile spreading across his face. "Gonna fuck that slutty cunt, baby. First time's just gonna be for daddy's eyes, but I'll get ya creaming my cock on that camera soon enough."

His lips smash against yours once more, his tongue sliding into your mouth with ease. He fumbles with your clothes, only pulling away from the kiss when necessary until he has you naked. He's not patient enough to undress himself, so he settles for just reaching into his trousers and pulling his cock out. It sits heavily on your thigh, twitching as he kisses his way down your neck.

"Bet you got an easy pussy." He growls, nipping at the skin of your throat. He forces two fingers past your entrace, making your breath hitch. "Wouldn't be surprised if I could slip right in without stretchin' her open."

"Daddy, m'not easy-" Toji curls his fingers just as you try to defend yourself, pressing them against that gummy spot that has you mewling for him and arching your back. He pulls his fingers out, his eyes lowering to watch the way that your hole clenches on air, desperately waiting for something to fill it up.

"Didn't fuckin' ask." He grunts, slapping his cock against your clit until he has you squirming and pleading for him to put it in. "You're just gonna shut up 'n take it."

He presses his thumb down on the head of his cock, gritting his teeth as it catches your entrance. With a deep groan, he presses forward, his thick girth slowly stretching you open. "Fuuuuck. Needy pussy suckin' me right in. Surprised she's so tight, baby. The shit you been recording, I thought you'd be loose."

Toji could barely breath with the way you clenched around him as he bottomed out, his hips flush with the back of your thighs. "Takin' me so fuckin' well, sweetheart. Shame that slutty pussy opened up for other guys, hmm? Daddy woulda loved to be the one to break 'er in."

After a few seconds of stillness to allow you to adjust, he's pulling back until his tip is just ghosting your entrance before he thrusts back in harshly, his cock bullying your cervix and forcing a choked out groan from you. He presses his forehead against yours in what is possibly the most tender gesture your dad's ever given you before he starts pounding you into the cushions of the sofa.

You look so pretty with your legs spread wide for him, the sweetest moans spilling past your lips with every moan. Toji fucked you like his life depended on it, rutting into your cunt desperately. Your lips part, and in a hazy moment where Toji can barely remember his own name, he can't help but lean down and spit directly into your mouth.

"Shit, that's... that's fuckin' hot, Christ." He forces out through gritted teeth as you swallow it on instinct, his thrusts almost violent, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room each time his hips smack against your thighs. "M'close, baby. Y'gotta cum for me, yeah?"

He spits again, this time directly onto your pussy, two fingers coming down to rub his saliva into your clit. Barely takes any time at all before you're arching off the couch, your eyes rolling back into your head as you tighten around his length, gushing all over him. His hips falter for a moment at just how much cum floods him - his hand and stomach getting coated in your release.

"Atta. Fucking. Girl." He grunts, punctuating each word with a particularly deep thrust, his eyes locked onto his shimmering cock as it disappears over and over again in your tight cunt. "Didn't see ya squirt like that in the video. Saved it just for daddy, hmm?"

His thrusts get more sloppy and desperate, his eyes squeezing shut as he lets out a loud groan, his hands moving to grip your hips tight enough they feel like they might bruise. He buries himself to the hilt, letting out a guttural moan as he spills deep inside of you, his cock kicking as he fills you up with rope after rope of cum.

He relishes in the way you whimper at the feeling, at how good you feel squeezing his dick so tight. His thighs tremble as he pulls out, flopping back onto the couch with a groan. He's never met a girl that had taken his breath away like that. Feels like your pussy was made just for him.

"Fuck, baby. No wonder you make bank on those videos." He says after a moment, running a hand through his sweaty hair. He shoots you a grin as he looks at you, his eyes shining with mischief. "You gonna let daddy star in the next one?"

#nyx drabbles☆ #requests☆ #toji♡ #jjk smut #jjk x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #toji smut #jjk toji #tw dark content

[bruisedboys]

hi!!! i luv your writing, congrats on 6k 🤍 for the celebration can I request the prompt:

❛ was that your first kiss? ❜

w/ steve harrington? 

hi angel thank u so much for your request!

steve harrington x fem!reader

Steve is looking at you like he might kiss you. You desperately want him to.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs. His lips move around the words seamlessly. You shouldn’t be watching his mouth so closely, but you are, and you can’t seem to pull your eyes away.

Steve must notice this because he brings a hand to your chin to tilt you up ever so gently. You’re pressed very close to each other, sitting with your legs dangling off the hood of his car. There’s plenty of room up here but Steve’s chosen to sit with his thigh pressed to yours. He looks down at you, something in his eyes that you can’t quite make sense of. The gold from his porch light reflects in his deep brown eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks softly. “Please?”

You blink up at him. Is he kidding? Maybe you’re dreaming. Your mouth struggles to form sound, your tongue in knots.

“Yeah,” you finally get out, more of a breath than a real word.

Steve looks back at you. His gaze is so intense you feel as though it could set you on fire. “Yeah?” He asks, unwaveringly kind as always. The corner of his mouth twitches with the whisper of a smile. “Are you sure?”

You swallow hard. You really, really want him to kiss you.

“Yes,” you manage to nod and hope you don’t sound too desperate.

Steve smiles, wide and pretty. He’s got such a lovely smile. It’s the last thing you see before your eyelids flutter shut. Half a second later Steve’s mouth is on yours.

It’s wildly different to anything you’ve ever imagined. It’s eons lovelier. Steve’s lips are soft and gentle, his hand at your chin carefully angling you up towards him. Your stomach explodes with butterflies, fluttering madly in your ribcage. Steve tastes like spearmint and raspberry slurpee. His other hand wanders to your hip, fingers brushing a strip of your skin where your shirt tides up. His palm cups your hipbone, a warm, heavy weight.

Being kissed is like touching starlight, you decide. It warms you from the outside in. Burns your fingertips and makes your chest buzz with white hot electricity.

When Steve pulls away, he’s stolen all the air from your lungs. You’re embarrassingly breathless. Steve doesn’t seem to care. His hands stay on you as he tilts his head to one side.

“Was that your first kiss?” He asks quietly.

You know he’s not trying to embarrass you, he never would, but you flush anyway.

“Yeah,” you admit, shy. “Was I bad?”

Steve shakes his head vehemently. His hair flops sideways. “No. No, of course not, sweetheart.” He brings his hand up to cup your cheek, his touch so tender it aches. “You were perfectly fine, honey.”

“Oh,” you say lamely.

Steve smiles at you lopsidedly. He’s so pretty, you think. You hope he wants to kiss you again.

He curls his fingers over your cheek to carefully tuck some of your hair behind your ear. His other hand slides up your side to rest in the dip in your waist. You feel something in your chest that you’ve never felt before. This lovely explosion of brilliant colours at the realisation that Steve really, really likes you. That you’re liked by someone as kind and as pretty as Steve Harrington. That in itself almost feels like a kiss.

Though, Steve must read your mind, because he angles you up again in line with his mouth.

“Since that was your first kiss …” he says slowly. “Would you like me to give you your second?”

All you can do is nod. Steve gives you your second kiss, and many more after that.

#★ mal writes! #mal’s 6k! #6k celly blurbs #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #stevesmixtape!

[pinkrelish]

do you think once miss mouse and eddie were in an established relationship she’d bake cakes for his and adrie’s birthday every year?? i feel like she’d go full out for adrie like full on multi tiered princess cake and the first time she does it eddie and his baby just go absolutely feral in the best way possible

ps typ is my favourite slow burn EVER i love it withh all my heart ur so talented

today's my birthday so it seems fitting to answer this! wc: 496

morning dawns soft blue in a kitchen warmed by low lights, and orange coils. a kettle boils water too hot for a third cup of instant coffee, and cooked sugar enriched by vanilla bakes through the small apartment. suffocating heat from the oven on the early june day breaks sweat on your forehead as you re-whip the frosting you made an hour ago, plastic bowl in your arms still cold from the fridge. the yellow cake cooling on the rack simple, homemade. jack of all trades, master of none, it's nothing impressive, just something to tide adrie and neighborhood kids over until the big party on the weekend.

still, when your big snoring man shuffles in with a bedhead halo and plaid pajama pants with one drawstring longer than the other, his raw wonder catches the husky sleep deep in his throat—"aw, baby, what're you doin'?"

you shrug, too shy to admit how early you woke up to do this, suddenly embarrassed with your effort to make a good impression on his daughter's first birthday with you in her life. he had no clue what you had planned for her real cake, and already your cheeks went hot from the lovesick shine flooding his eyes, big softy about to cry while he scratched his stomach under his shirt.

"you're too much," he says in a shake of his head. too much on a thursday morning when her party comes saturday afternoon.

his bare feet scatter the balloons creeping across the carpeted floor, blown up by him late last night until he felt faint, and ready to be popped in the energetic rush of cake for breakfast. on his way to you, he passes the one wrapped gift of a latch hook rug kit beneath the happy birthday banner you hung crooked even with his help. it was a creativity driven present to keep her busy before she got her big girl bike in two days time. training wheels most definitely included.

any second now adrie would run through the streamers you both taped to the top of her door frame, so eddie made quick work of putting the frosting aside and smothering kisses atop your head, wielding his dad strength to hug you tight to his chest, steering you into a twirl by his hold on your wrists, rocking from foot to foot until your back was crushed to his front.

tucking his chin to mash his nose to your hair, his heavy hum vibrates through your skull as he surveys the usual munson fare mingling with your new traditions, slowing your bodies to a gentle sway until his sigh empties from his lungs. "you mean everything to us, you know that?"

"i know that," you answer so softly it was lost in the bubbling hiss from the kettle before he shut off the burner. "you're everything to me, too."

"thank you, baby."

"thank you, handsome." thank you for this moment, this family, this love.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #the yes policy #dad!eddie #eddie munson fluff #i tried to keep some details vague to avoid spoilers but this whole thing is basically a spoiler lmao #i'll probably turn this into a proper oneshot or blurb in the future

[loguetowns]

ocean pull

eustass kid x reader

kid accidentally wakes you up

mentions of sex but nothing happens

0.7k words

a/n: yes i wrote another fic that takes place at night because i am in my late night lovey dovey feels oKAY

as if something has called him out of his slumber, kid finds himself awake. he could be convinced that it's a siren who's woken him up, singing a song that blurs the line between infatuation and wonder.

it's a line he's familiar with, for he — and his long list of friends-with-benefits and almost-lovers — have been there countless times before. but kid has always been careful because he knows he could fumble over that line and fall headfirst into the waters.

wouldn't that be the worst?

the rhythm of the tide echoes through the window and, for a second, kid thinks that maybe sirens are real.

because when he rolls on his side, he’s met with your sleeping face — so pretty and coy that even those wicked beauties of the ocean would be jealous.

kid has been drawn to you, like a ship to the waves, since the day you met. lying here in your bed, he reaches out to ghost your hickeys that match his own. he surprises himself with how tender his touch is — far softer than what he’s used to — and, maybe it’s the sleep talking, but he doesn’t hate it.

you stir in your sleep, a minor interruption to your tiny, steady breaths. the action sparks a cascade of curiousity in kid's mind — if you're this enchanting when you're asleep, what are you like in the morning?

are you cranky and adorable, or do you awake with sultry and sleepy eyes? what if you were to wake up next to him, with a small smile and a half-asleep good morning, baby? would you greet him with a kiss that tastes like lingering dreams?

kid would give anything to know — and maybe, in a few hours, he will.

"hey, you okay?"

kid is pulled out his reverie when you drape your arm across him, fingertips resting along his bicep. so lost in his thoughts, he didn't even realize that you've woken up. he falls into your eyes, surprisingly steady for having been sleeping only moments ago.

“‘m fine,” he says but you don't look convinced. you purse your lips and kid thinks,

god, you're cute.

he brushes hair out of your face, and instinctively, you lean into his touch. his heart stirs, buoyant in his chest, as he adds, “i’m happy.”

it’s happiness that he feels, much more profound than anything he's ever felt with his past lovers. actually, he wouldn't even dare to call his previous partners "lovers" anymore.

he realizes now that sex was just sex before you. with you, every intimate moment travels beyond lust. it travels to a place of yearning, a place of longing that doesn’t feel uncomfortable or painful at all.

it feels like home.

as he traces the curves of your face, your half-moon eyes, your beautiful smile that guides him home, he realizes that this is where he was meant to be — what he needed all along.

an emotion that tethers him to something true and sincere, that anchors him beyond the physicality that he's so used to.

you nuzzle into his chest and kid finds his place in your embrace. the sheets tangle further between you, and kid lets himself return to falling — falling back towards slumber, falling deeper into you. he feels the pull of your ocean and, like a true pirate would, he follows the currents.

“good,” you say. you smile against his bare skin, fingers searching for all the places you've marked him. “now let me sleep, or i'll force you into a second round.”

he chuckles, “pretty sure i’d fuck you straight to sleep.”

“always so crass.”

you relax in kid’s arms, sleep seeping into your teasing words, “also, it’s called ‘making love’, ya dumb pirate.”

love, kid repeats to himself.

this could be love, kid thinks. and maybe the idea of it should scare him more, but right now, with you all around him and his heart in your hands, he thinks that love doesn’t seem so bad.

maybe i wouldn’t mind love if it’s with you.

#eustass kid x reader #eustass kid fluff #eustass kid x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece imagines #¡! ❞ [ fics ] #one less kid fic in the drafts u_u

[gemini-sensei]

Head Above Water | Eli Moskowitz x Mermaid!Reader

Chubby!Fem!Reader ● Mermay ●

I wrote this back in May, but never got back to it. If this gets enough interest, I might finish it because the idea I had was a lot more than what you get here tbh. Posting this especially for @sensei-venus

Eli Moskowitz remembered the time when he almost died very clearly. At the tender age of five, at the beach, the clear blue sky and the rush of water. The ocean tried to pull him in that day, but divine intervention made a miracle happen, as his mother put it. However, Eli knew better.

A girl had saved him. A girl no older than he had been. With pretty eyes and a shimmery tail.

The waves had crashed into him and Demetri as they played in the water, the beach not too far away. But the wave was a little too big and a little too strong. It made the both of them fall into the water, but Demetri had better pushback. He popped up out of the water, keeping g his head above the surface, while the tide pulled Eli in. He hardly heard his friend calling out his name. By the time Demetri was screaming for him and making a clamor, he was too far away to hear much of anything except the roaring waves overhead.

He struggled and pushed, holding his breath for as long as possible. He kicked and he threw his arms out, trying to remember everything he learned about swimming. He tried to go up, but it felt as of the ocean was holding him back. He saw the shimmery, ever moving silhouette of the sun, but he couldn't reach it. And when the tightness in his chest grew to much, when the pounding in his head became too painful, he let go of the breath he held because it was impossible to hold it in any longer.

The fight was over, he had no more to give. The moment of relief he felt when he let go of the air was nice for all of five seconds, then his body started to fill with water. He tasted sea salt and felt himself growing heavier. The new ocean world around him began to black out, as if someone had taken a sharpie and started blotting things out.

Then he saw a shimmer, a light of some sort. It was short lived and fast, but he never forgot the pretty golden shine it gave off. Then he felt two arms hook under his from behind and start pulling him up. The touch was firm, but kind, gentle even. Though the whoever had him wasn't very strong, and struggles to pull him along.

He didn't remember much after that, nit until he woke up on the sandy beach. His mother was crying over him, sobbing as his coughed up sea water. She smiled with relief and hugged him close, then said something along the lines of getting him into swimming lessons.

He stopped telling the story a long time ago. If his mom ever heard a peep of it, she told him it was mind finding a way to cope with the trauma of almost drowning. She told him that there was never a girl on the beach that day, not like he scribed her facial features or hair. She made sure to tell him that mermaids were not real whenever the shimmery bit that he was sure was as tail came up in conversation.

Kids at school laughed at him for it, too. They called him names and said he was crazy. One time, they went as far as to say he was in love with the mythical creature and that if he really wanted to prove she was real, then he should go live with her in the ocean. They made cards on Valentine's day and signed it "Eli's Fishy Girlfriend."

The only person who believed that what he saw might have been real was Demetei, but that was when they were kids. As they got older, he became a boy of science, and more often than not that had a lot to do more to do with programming than it did the secrets of the world.

As a teenager, he hardly put any thought into that day, but he never forgot it.

#mermaid au #mermaid!reader #eli hawk moskowitz x reader #eli hawk moskowitz #hawk moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #eli moskowitz imagine #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #eli moskowitz #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #gemini sensei

[needfantasticstories]

DAY 6: YOU LIED TO ME 

[Mild on whump. Trying my hand at a Warrior’s Hyrule trope I love]

Stalls crowded the streets in Warrior’s Hyrule. People moved in unpredictable tides, going wrong ways and in eddies instead of flows.

Wind wasn’t sure how he got separated so quickly from the others. He’d only been looking at the food a little bit. One moment he was walking behind Legend, the next he realized the person ahead of him was a lady in a red tunic with blue hair, her face nearly buried in a book. 

Wind stopped in the middle of the crowd, looked around, and groaned. 

How long have I been following this lady? He searched the crowd for his brothers, but they must have been long gone by now. 

How was he supposed to find them in this crowd, anyway? He needed a crow's nest. There were stairs that led to a tall building ahead, a guard at the top. Maybe he could get up and get a better view. 

Towering turrets came into view as he rounded the corner. The castle! He didn’t even need to climb to see it. 

Wind made his way to the breathtaking structure until his path led to the gates. Off-duty guards milled around at a tavern near the entrance.

“Excuse me, um, Sir…knights? Have you seen Captain Link around? We got separated, and I really need to get back.”

“Oh!” The knight replied, handing his drink to a friend who stared at Wind as if seeing a redead. The first soldier seemed unfazed, so Wind ignored the other. “Yeah, I remember seeing you with him. I just saw him, actually. Let me send word with some messengers in case they find him first, but I saw him come this way,” the guard smiled warmly. 

“Thanks!” How cool to have a whole crew to help defend Hyrule. Wind felt a little jealous of the knights among the heroes, who didn’t have to face Ganon alone, who had skilled fighters at their back. Then again, Tetra was a one-kid army.

Wind smiled back at the soldier and sighed in relief. Thank Oshus that Warrior was probably one of the easiest Links to track down. If it had been Hyrule’s Hyrule… Wind guessed he’d probably have a pack of moblins chewing on his legs like a cuckoo wing long before ever finding the Traveler. He shivered. He’d never say it to his face, but his era was the worst era by far. Actually, he probably had said it to his face, now that he thought about it. The poor teen looked like death when he first showed up. At least the bags under his eyes had finally faded. 

He wished he could show them Outset Island, but he didn’t want Shadow opening more portals leading monsters to his home.  

The guard turned to listen to a messenger whisper something in his ear, and turned with a smile to Wind. “Excellent. He’s waiting for you at the stables.”

Warrior’s Hyrule was a dream by comparison. It had all the excitement Aryll and Tetra and the crew could want, and seas of grass he could run through for days. Traveling with the chain showed him just how amazing having more than an island to travel could be. Still, he couldn’t wait to show them what real fun looked like—sailing open seas with a full sail, conducting the wind, exploring for treasure with your crew. 

Wind followed the man away from the tavern and around a corner. 

“In here?” They came to a stable. The knight stood in the door, welcoming him inside. The stalls reeked horribly.

“Link prefers a bit of privacy. Not everyone is a fan of his,” he explained. 

Wind knew the other Links loved their big, stinky horses, so chided himself for being surprised that he’d come here. Wind had good money on a bet with Four that Warrior also had an Epona. Sky had bet that Legend had one, and Hyrule had bet on both Warrior and Wild. 

Not everyone is a fan of his. Something about the words nagged at him.

“What do you mean?” Wind asked.

“Oh, we’re big fans of the Captain, though. Happy to follow him. Just one moment. I think I see him coming…” The soldier stood on his toes to look to the far end of the stable where another set of doors stood open to another street. 

A sting on his neck and darkness closing around him showed that was a fat lie. 

He swatted at the spot and grabbed a glass vial with a tiny metal point on the end. A large hand grabbed his and held it tight, and another circled his arm and chest, pinning him. “What the…what are you doing?” he stammered. Exhaustion flooded him from the prick on his neck, weighing him down. His eyes felt heavy. But he pushed back and squirmed, trying to fight it. 

“What’s going on with this brat? Spirit normally would have seen this coming a mile away. He’s never been this easy to get the drop on…” the man holding him said.

Wind slumped against his attacker. The first soldier came closer, staring at him. 

Wind struggled to stay alert and remember who this stranger was and why he was here. He struggled to keep his head up enough to glare back.

“He’s smaller, isn’t he? Younger? Has our Dear Captain been messing with portals again? The kid probably doesn’t even know about it!” The venom in the man’s voice at Warrior’s title made Wind gut clench with anger, and if he was honest, a touch of fear. This man hated Wars. Clearly, they hated him too.

“The kid probably doesn’t even know about it”

Know about what? Wars, what didn’t you tell me? 

He huffed heavily. Had he been running? Had they chased him? Is that why he felt so tired and out of breath? No… they were liars… 

“What more damage is that monster going to cause?” a voice near his head said. They were angry. But Wind couldn't understand, couldn’t keep track of the words. Who were these people?

He was so, so tired.

#linked universe #linked universe fanfiction #skipwrites #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday6 #tw: drugging #tw: kidnapping #lu wind #no one else makes and appearance yet #I hate writing injury whump so you can expect a lot more of this type instead. #some day I'll branch out #but it is not this day

[caaaatoad]

Childe fluff PLS PLSSS

A/N: OFC thank youu so much for requesting!! I hope he is not too OOC and hope you like it<3

“DO YOU TRUST ME?” (Childe x gn!reader)

Pairing: Childe x gn!reader

Genre/format: fluff (drabble - 700 words)

Warnings: Childe’s REAL NAME SPOILER!, reader gets a bit drunk, alcohol, slight mention of blood bc fatui harbinger stuff, REST IS FLUFFY!😤

Summary: You trust the part of him he only shows you. And that part is all of him.

“Do you trust me?”

You looked up at him. His arm extended, his usual dead eyes sparkling. He looked eager to have your hand in his own, fiddling his fingers slightly, but his eyes were patient.

You weren’t sure, but everything seemed more beautiful under the moonlight. Everything looked less daunting seeing through rosy lenses of a little too much wine. Your face was flushed similarly.

‘A little too much’ was an understatement. Your fuzzy mind understood the logic of why you came out to the garden hoping the cool, summer air would drop your body a few degrees.

However, it failed to realize why accepting a dance with a fatui harbinger was a bad idea.

Your loosely gripped his white leather gloves, but he held you strong enough for the both of you. Hands you were warned to stay away from, how much blood had stained the very palm pressed at the small of your back deemed it all lies.

Even if it was true, for once, you wanted to live this lie with him.

Your hands on his chest as he peeled off his scarf and wrapped it around your shoulders, he steadied you when you stumbled and held you firmer when you gripped onto his arms for balance. His strong arms, you could feel his muscles underneath his leather and the lapels of his suit.

You buried your face into his neck, as he slowly, tenderly, ran his fingers through your hair. Your senses were enveloped by him, breathing in his cologne.

“…what kind of dance is this?” You slurred, letting your head rest on his shoulder pad. He adjusted the coat tighter around your shoulders.

“A dance?” His chest rumbled against yours with his laughter. “My darling camarade, I don’t think such a grandeur of twists and turns will do you much good.”

You were his friend. You were his plus one at… whatever gathering this was.

“I want to be more,” was all you whispered, fighting back sleep as his shoulder and fur coat made excellent pillows. It usually was a thought.

There was silence. It filled the garden until even the quietest sounds of running water and whistling wind were the only things you heard.

Your legs felt like they be lost in the wind with how they trembled - easing as your feet left the ground.

With a gentle, yet secure hand underneath your thigh and a hand at your waist - you looked up and saw the man smiling down at you. His face looked like he drank too much, too.

But you knew he would never drink around others, when he was with you. Not in case for moments like these you nearly fell into the pond with the frogs, or wandered off places where the moonlight didn’t shine.

Tartaglia wouldn’t, Childe wouldn’t either. But you didn’t fall in love with the parts of him he only showed you the rest of the world.

You fell in love with Ajax. The part of him he only showed you.

Himself.

The man you liked to think that day the moon wouldn’t of had to reflect off his eyes to make them sparkle.

The man you liked to think his dead eyes lit up just by looking at you.

“Do you trust me?” He asked you, as if falling asleep on his chest that same night wasn’t enough.

“Do you trust me?” He’d asked you, on late nights he’d come home guilty for making you bring out the first-aid kid at 3 a.m.

“Do you trust me?” He’d tease, almost as if he knew you’d take his hand to wander the roofs of the sleeping harbour of Liyue. Sometimes he wavered.

Each time, his smiling mask would fall like running water - lost in the tide that was his kiss, waiting at the shore you both never wanted to return to.

You were never drowning. Your head was above the water. You trusted him as much as you trusted you brought his bright blue eyes back from the dead, without the help of the glistening stars overhead.

You no longer thought. Ajax told you himself.

You trust him. And he trusts you.

#genshin x reader #childe x reader #genshin imagines #childe x reader fluff #childe x y/n #childe x you #genshin x you

[lollytea]

What do you think Flapjacks opinion on Willow is? Sure, I bet he likes how happy she makes Hunter but like, will he ever just cuddle with her? Or just nuzzle on top of her head while gardening? ( I also like to think he's the ultimate wingman for Hunter, besides Gus ofc.)

And do you think him and Clover get along well? I've seen some people ship Flapjack and her but I'm not sure what my opinion is on it overall.

A thing we've noticed is that Flapjack has interacted with Luz, Amity and Gus. But not directly with Willow. Flapjack pushed Hunter to socialize with Amity and Gus and inserted himself into the moment while he was talking with Luz. But when it comes to Hunter and Willow, Flapjack stays out of the way. So like there's absolutely nothing canon to determine how he feels about her. EXCEPT for their established personalities and motives, which honestly mesh perfectly.

Flapjack is almost entirely driven by the safety, wellbeing and happiness of Hunter and it's shown that the thing that earns his approval of other people is how they treat Hunter.

And like Willow?? She's kind to Hunter, she's affectionate with Hunter, she challenges Hunter, she inspires Hunter to be his best self. I'm pretty sure she's ticking every box on the list of traits Flapjack looks for in a friend for Hunter. (Unfortunately she does not carry crabapple claws in her pockets. But other than that, she's golden.)

But I feel like the most important thing is how protective she is. Willow is all about keeping her loved ones safe, as is Flapjack. And fortunately for them, they share a loved one.

Think of that scene in King's Tide where Willow catches Hunter out of the air but consider it from Flapjack's perspective. He was making a nose dive to save Hunter in that moment but he wasn't going to make it. But then in swooped Willow in the nick of time. You KNOW Flapjack was like "Oh YOU!! I LIKE YOU!!!"

Hunter feels safe around Willow and I like to think that not only does Flapjack pick up on it, but it also puts his own anxiety at ease. Protecting Hunter is his job obviously but it's nice to know that he doesn't have to be so vigilant if Willow is around.

Speaking of Flapjack and vigilance, it's my headcanon that he doesn't feel safe without Hunter. He can't sleep unless he's nearby. They are each others' guardians.

But one day Hunter is wandering around the Noceda household, calling his name. He eventually finds Willow in the garden, Flapjack fast asleep in the cup of her hands. And Hunter is just. Completely stunned. But then he just shrugs, figuring that it's actually not that surprising at all. If he feels completely safe around Willow, why wouldn't Flapjack?

But yeah Willow is so tender and Flapjack loves attention so you KNOW she would smother him with affection and he would eat it up. He's snuggle up in the crook of her shoulder while Hunter is preoccupied.

It makes me think of that one Riley comic where its not even huntlow centric but it has the kids watching TV and Clover is curled up on Hunter's head while Flapjack is on Willow. That shit is SO cute.

As for wingman Flapjack, I feel like, for the most part, he allows Hunter to take control of the situation. And even if its awkward and disastrous, Flapjack doesn't intervene because at least he's trying and being his real authentic self.

It's when Hunter hesitates to approach her or say the things he wants to say that Flapjack gets on his case about it. He doesn't force Hunter into anything he doesn't want to do, only pesters him to do the things he does want to do deep down. His method of getting Hunter to do things is "Pull hair - ???? - Profit."

Flapjack and Clover are friends!! It's not mentioned a lot but we gotta remember that all of the palismen (except maybe Ghost.) lived with Batqueen and were all in the same group for Palismen Adoption Day. Who knows how long they've all known each other. Could be over a century for all we know.

I dont ship palismen. They are strictly aro creatures in my mind. I see them as these little guys that are just so filled to the brim with love but not the kind of love that easily slots into any specific category (friendship, familial, romantic etc.) It's just LOVE yknow? They're fucking bursting with love. They love their witches, they love the people their witches love. Huge hearts and tiny brains. I love palismen.

[onetokill]

“ i just need to sit down for a minute. ” @ghirle​

     finnick hates being a mentor.  the entire institution is as sick as the games themselves,  but like the games,  and so much else he’s already done for the capitol’s entertainment,  being a mentor isn’t optional for past victors.  victors.  there’s the best part.  ladies and gentlemen,  the winners of the hunger games!  congratulations!  you survived the massacre,  now you get to live with it.

     ava is fifteen.  the male tribute from four is eighteen,  utterly disinterested in receiving any help — particularly from someone younger than he is — and as arrogant as any of the careers from one and two.  he’ll probably die from exposure.  infection.  dehydration.  things he can’t combat with a blade and hasn’t bothered to learn,  like so many of the others.  finnick’s presence is perfunctory,  but disengaged — at least where the boy is concerned.  he knows ava.  he remembers a dark haired,  bright eyed girl at a shoreline,  knee - deep in the tide;  he remembers her tying fishhooks with mags and boasting to the other kids about how many fish she’d caught.  on reaping day for the 65th games,  she’d found him by the water and told him,  with a solemnity that shouldn’t have come to her so easily,  that she would watch after mags if his name was pulled and hers wasn’t.  until you get back,  she’d said.  confident,  in a way that finnick’s fourteen-year-old self certainly hadn’t been,  that he would win.

     district four’s other female victors are all dead;  by process of elimination,  ava should be in mags’ charge.

     should be,  except for one detail.  ava had asked for finnick.

     no,  not  ‘ asked ’ — nothing phrased as dictum is a request.  it’s atypical,  completely against tradition,  and the capitol isn’t lenient.  but theirs is still,  technically,  a career district.  and the capitol does love its careers.

     besides,  the male tribute wants nothing to do with him.

     that’s why he stands in front of the female tribute,  the girl from the shoreline who isn’t a little girl anymore but remains,  in so many ways,  just a child.  (  you’re only a year older than she is,  so what does that make you?  )  she’d exerted herself to prove a point and drops now onto the edge of one of the mats,  pushing dampened strands of hair from her forehead.  finnick’s arms fold,  his expression unreadable.

     “   get up.   ”

     she looks at him,  defensive and incredulous.  he leans toward her,  gestures with his eyes — a visual sweep of the training room floor and some of the glances they’ve collected in the last ten seconds.

     “   when do you think the games actually start?   ”   he asks her,  voice low.   “   in the arena?   no.  we’ve been playing since before our names were drawn.  do you remember what you told me,  on the day of my reaping?   ”

     standing to mimic his crossed arms,  petulant,  she shrugs.   “   that you’d win.   ”

     something distant and disconnected passes over him;  for a moment,  he isn’t there at all.  then it's gone.   “   no,  that i’d come back.  no one  wins.  you kill,  and,  if you’re lucky — or unlucky,  depending on how you look at it — you don’t die.   ”

     trying to be unaffected,  her brows go up as if to say  so?  what’s your point?

     “   you know your audience.  all they want is a good show.  so give it to them.  don’t try to show off in  here,   ”   he jerks his head at the room at large,   “   like  these  are the people you wanna impress.  everyone else in this room wants you dead either way,  it’s just a matter of when.  and  when  that happens,  it’s the sponsors that are gonna save you,  not your pride.   ”

     there’s a purpose behind the speech,  registering in a flicker of understanding.  it passes behind features that are fighting desperately hard to stay aloof.  the real meaning is this:  he wants her to survive.  the last two tributes he’d mentored hadn’t.  she’s different from them because he knows her.  because he remembers her.  because he can look at her and imagine her making it through this.

     they stare at each other for a minute,  and she nods.

     and,  still,  all he can hear is the reverberating sound of her cannon,  her picture projected into the blackened arena sky.

#ans. #ghirle #verse tbt. #chilren...

[trashcatsnark]

OC Songs! Aidan V. Becker!~

I was tagged by the precious @tarmac-rat and the just as lovely @beammeupbroadway

I have a very chonky playlist that you can find here, but heres a handful of selections

Tremble by LPX (Also kind of my headcanon of what Aidan's singing voice sounds like)

I don't wanna tear your heart out But I'm edging on a breakdown I've been up and down the same route Too afraid of the fall out I know that we gotta quit, you just never see it

Keep holding my breath blue, how better can I show you What can I do to cut through, falling fast but I can't move I know that we gotta quit, you just never see it

Wish I could purge you out I'm sick with doubt, god help me now

Two by The Antlers (prefer the acoustic version on youtube tbh)

You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare You were just a little kid and they cut your hair Then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying They should have listened, they thought that you were lying Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up Built the gears in your head, now he greases them up

Can I Leave Me Too by The Greeting Committee

I'm scared of myself without you I'll change my ways for a few days if it means you'll stay I'm filthy, creepy, clingy for you always

If you go, can I go with you? If you leave me, can I leave me too? I'm afraid that I might need you If you go, can I go with you?

Good Girls by CHVRCHES

Is it easier when you don't have to count to ten? When you don't have to pretend? I want to know that feeling Is it easier when you don't have to start again? When you don't want to make amends? I want to know that feeling

Good girls don't cry And good girls don't lie And good girls justify but I don't Good girls don't die And good girls stay alive And good girls satisfy but I won't

Fast Talk by Dawn Golden (Jackie and Aidan vibes)

And everyone who knows our name Says that we ain't ever gonna change They say we're born to die young But we're trying to find a better way They say we're born to die young But we're trying to find a better way Maybe heaven is a ghetto with no bad blocks Shangri-La dealers at the bus stop And maybe God is just a cop that we can fast talk So if you're guilty and you know it, put your hands up 'Cause karma's just a different word for bad luck And what if death is just another pair of handcuffs? Then we better run

Baby Teeth by Flower Face (Johnny/Aidan vibes)

If I can't hold you like a lover I won't hold you at all The tide is turning on you, baby, and I feel nothing anymore If we could stay this way forever would it ever be enough? I wear your bruises on my shoulder now forever and evermore

Your lip got split, spill grenadine kisses, the codeine kids got you down Picking fights with the devil, you know, you've got a real smart mouth Driving you home from the bar and you're touching my face but I don't make a sound

Hope In Hell by Black Pistol Fire (Johnny/Aidan vibes)

It's over now, you see Keep pulling at my seams Fuck you and the horse you rode in on Down on my luck But I never really had none I soften up the blow It only goes to show Useless to try

Only my mind, I think you got that too You can have it all But how much do you wanna lose?

Dog Teeth by Nicole Dollanganger (Johnny/Aidan post bender vibes)

He handed me a pair of pliers and he told me to pull out his teeth Because as long as he'd had them he'd use them to do bad things

You're cold on the inside There's a dog in your heart and it tells you to tear everything apart My body's covered in teeth marks, your bite's worse than your bark

You ruin everything you touch and destroy anyone you love, you're all over me

Sorry by Nothing But Thieves (Johnny/Aidan post bender vibes)

I broke your heart so carelessly But made the pieces part of me And now it hurts what we've become 'Cause you taught me how to love It's me who taught you how to stop

And so many fucking more, I could fill a book, but here's a few

#cyberpunk 2077 #aidan v becker #johnny silverhand #silverv #aidan becker #female v #ship: mold on fruit

[invisibleraven]

Phantom Carols

For the @jatp-adventevent bonus day!

Day Twenty Five: An Angel Came Down <-AO3!

As December grew closer, the administration of Los Feliz Elementary decided that a school wide pageant was a great idea. None of the children agreed, but they weren’t given much say in the matter.

The smallest kids were tasked with singing a song or two, then older ones were doing little sketches. Julie’s grade was doing The Nativity Play, and she got the role of the angel. She loved the flow white robe and the sparkly wings, twirling around and singing as she did.

“See? Nothing to be scared of Reg,” a voice said. Julie turned and saw two boys her age in shepherd costumes.

“Angels aren’t scary,” she replied.

“But the shepherds were sore afraid in the story!” the boy with freckles and darker hair said.

“Probably because it was ages before TV and a strange glory lady appeared in the sky in the middle of the night,” the other boy with messy brown curls said.

“And the angel even said Be Not Afraid,” Julie added. “For I bring you tidings of great joy! Angels bring good news, so you don’t need to be scared.”

“Are you sure?” the boy whimpered.

Julie crouched down in front of him, granting him a gap toothed smile. “I’m not scary am I?” He shook his head no. “Then you don’t need to be afraid. I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

“Okay,” he said, getting up. “I’m Reggie, by the way.”

“Julie.”

“Luke,” the other boy offered. “And you must be an angel for real, because that was super nice of you.”

Julie blushed and curtsied, then it was time for places, so she squeezed their hands and rushed off. Reggie and Luke dashed off to their own places, and when Julie appeared in a burst of light, Reggie clutched at Luke for a moment then relaxed when Julie winked.

“Be not afraid, for I bring you tidings of great joy,” she said, and Reggie tried his best to look enraptured by her words, but when he glanced over at Luke, he didn’t think either of them were really acting all that much.

Years later, the three of them were back at Los Feliz Elementary, only this time in the audience, watching as Isla and Danny recited parts of The Night Before Christmas. They applauded wildly, cheering on the children. Then it was time for the Nativity, and they clapped again when Luna came on as the angel.

Even if both Julie and Luke grabbed onto Reggie’s hands, making sure he wasn’t afraid, chuckling when he rolled his eyes at them. “Not afraid of angels any more guys.”

“No?” Luke joked.

“Not since I married two of them, no,” Reggie replied, grinning madly as he received a cheek kiss on either side. “Now, let’s watch the play.”

They did, but that didn’t mean that Reggie let go of either of their hands. They could tell him be not afraid all they wanted, but unless the angel was played by Julie or his adorable daughter, he still thought they were fucking terrifying. It’s not anyone else’s fault but his own that he got exposed to the ‘real’ angel images of flaming rings and a million eyes as a kid, not the cartoony woman in a dress with wings version.

But Reggie didn’t even flinch when Luna leapt into his arms, her wings leaving a trail of glitter behind her, and her halo crooked on her head. “Did you see me daddy? Wasn’t I great?”

“You did amazing, my little moonbeam, I’m so proud!” Reggie assured her.

In a tiny little whisper she asked “Were you scared?”

“Only a little,” Reggie whispered back. “But then you smiled, and no one could be afraid of that.” He locked eyes with Julie and Luke who were almost melting as Danny yakked their ears off over the nightcap giving him trouble and Isla almost forgetting her lines. “Now, let’s get you out of the costume, and go home. Santa will be here before you know it.”

“Do you think he’ll leave me lots of presents?” Luna asked. “I’ve been super good this year.”

“I’m sure he will, my little angel,” Reggie replied. “I’m sure he will.”

#my stuff #writing #fanfic #rukebox #peterpatterlina #jatpadvent2022 #julie and the phantoms

[vancilocs]

10-24 for wolfman and bubny aaand any other pairing you've been boiling in your head?

i havent done any dnd stuff recently and goose & elk have a longer and spicier relationship than pestle & hibiscus

What was their last big fight? What did they learn from it?

They barely have big fights mainly bc it's usually Lulanna fighting with someone else and Hakon having her back, so it's more like Hakon tracking snow into the house and it melting and Lulu's paws getting wet which she hates. He promised to brush the snow outside

Related to Goose's warlock antics no doubt, or how he's also been spending much more time outside where Elk doesn't know what he's up to. Goose on the defensive. If anything then Elk got even more concerned when learning how unhinged his husband is getting

What good do they bring out in each other?

Hakon calms Lulanna down and she makes him all mushy and loving not just towards her but their kids too

Elk has helped Goose build a lot of confidence and he doesn't feel embarrassed about his habits and emotions in front of him, Goose has likely brought out Elk's nurturing side more and helped him relax a bit, c'mon hun you don't have to get that nervous about me crawling into coast tunnels during low tide

What struggle have they seen each other through?

Lulanna's been at Hakon's side when he's been annoyed at his royal family, Hakon had Lulanna's back when she was on trial for manslaughter

Goose's been a support through Elk's issues with his faith, Elk's been trying to help with Goose's loneliness

How do they express love for each other? Do they have compatible love languages?

Both are kinda handsy, lots of kisses but also grabbing ears or tail or pats on butt through the day. Both also enjoy quiet quality time but Lulanna's more on the move. If she's real happy though she'll just flop down next to him

Touch, hugs, holding hands, kisses, playing with hair and brushing it, cuddling and asking how the other's day has been. Bringing souvenirs and other little gifts, cooking for each other or together, Goose values quality time the most

What little things remind them of each other?

Furs, antlers, smell of dog, the rings they wear for each other

Smell of ocean/salt, shiny rocks, leaves, little crabs

What habits or characteristics have they picked up from each other?

Hakon stomps his foot when annoyed bc Lula does it. She used to think he was trying to pick a fight with her but soon realized. He's started swearing more and she's started swearing less

Goose has become more organized and neater in general, has started to understand more what Elk sees in forests and appreciates them now a lot more too.

How do they react when the other is upset? How do they try to help?

Who do I need to kill/sic the dogs on. They do ask what they can do, usually the upset one just wants a cuddle and maybe a treat and they other will oblige. Bring a cracker or something. Tell a funny story

Elk has a very hard time seeing when Goose is upset and even if he notices and asks Goose will deny it. Hugs go a long way, usually it's just that he's lonely. Give him some attention. If Elk's upset about something Goose will at first believe he's at fault somehow, goes on the lookout for a shiny rock or a pretty flower or something and then asks about it

Do they believe in marriage?

They're married and happily so, but they would be fine if they weren't. They got married so Hakon would legally adopt Lula's kid and they would become nobles and enjoy the benefits

Yes, it's a nice reassurance for Goose also

Would they have kids together?

Ya, just gotta be mindful of the logistics when Hakon is like 8' tall and Lula's like 5'5''

Not really, no

What values do they not share? How do they reconcile those differences?

They have very similar values, but Hakon is obligated to follow some rules that Lulanna thinks are stupid. Land is land. It doesn't belong to anyone. But, to make sure her husband doesn't get in trouble, she follows the rules

Goose is more selfish than Elk and sometimes thinks he gives too much of himself away to others but he doesn't say it because Elk is doing a good thing and helping others.

If they disagree, who's usually the one to compromise?

Hakon

Goose gives up real fast

If they live together, how do they split household responsibilities?

Lula cleans underneath things, Hakon cleans up top. He also handles things that need heavy lifting, she's a pro at gardening.

Elk does the heavy lifting, Goose helps with cleaning and cooking and doing dishes etc., he also enjoys weeding the garden. Elk can shovel the snow while Goose handles sweeping the porch and stairs

What's different about their backgrounds? Do those differences affect the relationship?

Hakon's a noble (he's Fenrir's cousin) who however wasn't really welcomed into the court because his mom was an outsider and his wimp of a dad didn't defend her or their kids' honour, so he grew kinda bitter and when his mom left his dad she took the kids. So he's lived outside of court since his early teens. He did have good schooling, he's smart and educated, but kinda bitter towards nobility and nobles like his cousins. So he prefers to stay away. Lulanna's a country bumpkin from the forest, can read and write but doesn't really put them to use because she doesn't have to, rowdy little orchard thief, an anarchist, throws rocks at you. Surprisingly compatible, Hakon can use his nobility connections to keep her safe and both have a bitterness towards the castle.

Both are from loving families I think, but Goose kinda ended up growing up to an adult who didn't fit anywhere bc of his tendency to screw things up in stupid ways. He's got basic education but he's not big on reading either.

What was their first impression of each other?

Annoyed. Lula didn't like this dumb dogboy butting in on her fun and Hakon didn't like a silly rabbit out here bothering his dogs and trespassing.

Goose thought Elk was very polite and nice and he was nice back at him

How did they fall for eachother?

They had known each other for a bit, had calmed down from being annoyed, kinda crushing, Lula invited Hakon in and he met her baby. The baby didn't like anyone but then she liked him and Lula was like well goddamn I trust my baby's instinct

Running into each other in the forest by accident... going on a spontaneous walk... sitting down to watch the stars... talking and wondering... the stars sure are bright but not as bright as your eyes...

#not settled on how many kids lula and hakon have but at least one was there before they even met #long oc thing #goose just wants to do magic is that too much to ask (uses magic to pulverize a seagull) #ugh i have like multiple full stories in mind but i dont want to write them and even less dm them #maybe one day

[paraffin-penguin]

city of dreams

— after all, this is paradise.

[Tequila/La Pluma, a snapshot taken towards the end of a dream.]

Ernesto yawns, wide enough to pop his jaw and expose his canines – as large and sharp as any other Perro’s, but whose ferocity he normally hides with a friendly smile. Late afternoon. The sun is setting, poured in from the high warehouse windows and stains the floor grenadine. Humid heat and a certain provocative smell, not uncommon in Dossoles, clings to the stagnant air.

Half-asleep, he sits up – or tries to. A mysterious weight pins him to the bed. Ernesto opens his eyes and locks gazes with his lovely stepsister, lying on his chest completely bare.

“...How can I help you, senorita?”

Rafaela blinks at him slowly. “You looked like you were having a nice dream.”

“Mm… maybe.” Reflex, brush away her bangs to better see that adorable face. “Almost time for your shift?”

“Are you dropping me off?”

“As soon as you let me up,” he replies with a chuckle.

“Just a little longer...” she mumbles lazily, pressing herself against him. A hand drifts from his chest to rub his stomach and he unravels, sighing as the tension evaporates from his body and his mind goes blank. He can't help it, it's a racial weakness, one he often wishes she never discovered. Breathe. The disheveled Perro bites back the whimper in his throat.

Rafaela’s hand slides lower still, tangling in his abundant fluff. His cock twitches.

“…If you keep that up, we’re going to have a problem.”

“You're naughty, Hermano…” she coos, altogether too cheerful. Ernesto is intimately familiar with his sister's particular way of demanding his attention; these sudden bouts of languid mischief (the sea breeze tugging his sleeve, or the tide pulling at his ankles, threatening to knock him off-balance). Rafaela leans closer, the word “stay” on her lips millimeters from his own, and plants a kiss on the tip of his nose before fluttering off of him, giggling. He groans, shaking his head.

Ernesto rolls over and props himself up on his elbows as his habitual bedmate perches on the foot of the bed, scanning the room for her clothes. Her figure is gentle sloping lines, everything downcast and melancholic, from her eyelashes to her softly swaying head feathers, the dip of her spine and dainty breasts in profile. Rafaela’s nipples are the color of rich coffee, dark enough to show in light shirts and one of the few things the airheaded Liberi was self-conscious about. She plucks her white ribbon from the floor and raises her arms to fix her hair. From this angle, Ernesto can see the mole on her left breast, a black dot towards the side of the plump mound, invisible when her arms are down. It's these little details that visit him again in dreams, as if to coax him back into waking. Nothing beats the real thing after all. He scooches forward and wraps an arm around her delicate waist, dusting her back with kisses. Here too — a mole on the curve of her shoulder and several above her tuft of a tail (pebbles on a white sand beach, hot to the touch). Rafaela hums sweetly.

“Hermano… that tickles...”

“Ernesto,” he chides. “Come on, you have to start practicing. You wouldn't want to get found out over something this small, do you?”

She wiggles in his grasp, a songbird caught, and whines shyly. “Do I have to?”

“Yup.”

“Er...Ernest...sto — Hey! Don't laugh!” Rafaela huffs, peach-tinted.

“You're so nervous! Do you dislike it that much?” he asks.

“It's not that, it's… it's embarrassing,” she says.

“More embarrassing than what we just did?”

“Th-that's different! I’m used to it, so…”

Ernesto whistles. “The senorita is experienced, I see. I hope I’ve met your expectations?”

“Hermano..!!”

“I kid, I kid.” Consider it payback for earlier, or the continuation of a game he's played since they were children. She can be deceptively expressive despite her quiet reputation, and he’s always been proud of how many faces he can tease out of her. He holds her flush against him, plopping his chin on her shoulder and caressing her midriff with both hands. “I like it when you call me ‘Hermano’, but the less people know about our relation the better. The plan...”

A pause. The sun-soaked mirage wavers at the edges. Adjust the lens, and bring the image back into focus (there was still time, a week or so left of summer).

“Hermano?”

“Hey, Rafaela. Are you free this weekend? I’ll take you to the beach,” he says. “The other day, the guests I was showing around went into a boutique to try on swimsuits… I kept thinking this season’s styles would look great on you – why don't we go together next time?”

“But Papa said he wanted us to stay nearby the next few days...”

“I’ve already arranged the smuggling routes. The soldiers assigned to pick up the supplies were fully briefed five days ago, ditto for the teams at the safehouses. We’re on standby until the tournament actually begins.” Ernesto checks each point off on his fingers.

“And...” he adds, speaking warmly into Rafaela's skin. “...The old man will be on the boat until Monday, he won't notice.” The Golden Boy of Dossoles hugs her like a needy puppy, his mop of blond hair rustling pleasantly in her ear. His voice is still scratchy with sleep, laced with a low growl that leaves her tingling. It makes her think of his teeth, and the impression of them on her inner thighs.

“It’d do us good to blow off some steam. The beach on the south side will be empty this time of year… We can drive down, go for a swim…You might not even need a swimsuit.” Ernesto smirks.

She looks strange, naked except for the ribbon in her hair, but undressing in front of him has never really bothered her. His pretty sister converses with him as innocently as ever, and he drinks in the sight of her pale body in the twilight.

Rafaela toys with his hands, stroking the calluses on his knuckles. Finally, she turns and pecks him on the cheek.

“Alright, Hermano. I’ll go with you.”

The smile she gives him is radiant.

Ernesto glances at the watch on the bedside table. “When do you need to be at the bar again?”

Rafaela tilts her head. “In half an hour, why?”

He grins. “...One more round.”

She gasps when he pulls her back into bed and under the covers, giggles when he begins kissing her everywhere. His wagging tail causes the sheets to billow around them. Lately, Rafaela smells more and more like sunshine. He buries his face in her neck and inhales deeply while she squirms beneath him, kicking her legs and breathless with laughter. She touches his lips, sighing, rose and gold from the sunset filtered through the thin blanket.

Ernesto is so happy it scares him. This horrible secret, this terrible sin, sneaking around behind his father's back — but it can't be any worse than all the other crimes that are allowed to fester in this city.

If it's here, he’ll be forgiven. (After all, this is paradise.)

“Rafaela, do you like living in Dossoles?”

Rafaela’s eyes are a wineglass, crystal clear and far too deep. She volleys the question back at him with all the force of an inflatable ball.

“...Do you, Hermano?”

He pictures it sailing past the summer sky, over the glittering seaside where a little crow girl once told him she loved him, heart and soul.

In this revolving door of tourists, it's easy enough for a brother and sister who don't resemble each other to blend into a crowd and act like an ordinary couple.

Ernesto bends down to kiss her, tenderly, chaste (she trembles like the sun in the water).

He doesn't answer.

#arknights #tequila arknights #la pluma #tequipluma #happy dossoles rerun🐶🐦

[writerofcreativity]

Don't mind me. I just want the Akashi siblings to have a bittersweet ending, it's a ending that they should deserve than just a sad one. Just ignore this if you're not interested in reading.

Possible spoiler? If it comes true in the manga.

*

"Haru-nii..." Senju sniffles as tears begins to fall down from her eyes.

Both sides of Toman and Kanto Manji gang are now settling. Takemichi is facing off against Mikey. As of now, they can only watch.

Haruchiyo feels his sister's tears splashed his face since she is cuddling him. He wanted to push her away but he is suffering injuries that prevents him from doing that. "Would you shut up and stop crying? You don't have to put on the water works." He sighed.

"I can't." Senju sobs.

"We need to get you to a hospital Haru." Takeomi said, looking at injury that his little brother had received from a stab wound by Hanma.

I do think that Hanma would do that to him because he can be unpredictable from times.

Haruchiyo scoffs "and now you're not scolding me? I must be losing a lot of blood already to hear things." He muttered.

Takeomi had arrived to aid Toman with former Black Dragon members. They really helped turned the tide but they couldn't defeat Mikey, in fact can not do any real damage on him.

"Besides, this injury is a death mark. I don't have much time." Haruchiyo can feel his body weakened, slowly becoming numb.

"Please Haru-nii! I'm sorry! Don't die!" She yelled.

He raised his hand towards her weakly. "I told you to shut up." He repeated, wanting her to stay quiet.

Takeomi, Wakasa and Benkei had thought Haruchiyo will attack Senju but are surprised to see her gently touching her cheek and wipes away her tears coming from her right eye.

Haruchiyo remembers now about the times he had watched his little sister when they were little and Takeomi nor their parents were busy. He took care of her and handled her injuries. He hated it because he couldn't have any fun doing what kids his age want to do. Of course he blamed Takeomi for taking that away because he wasn't around to watch their sister. Haruchiyo will admit that there were times being with Senju brought him joy.

"Haru...please." Senju tries to stop crying but can not. Then she did not feel his hand as it falls to the ground.

"Stupid girl. You should at least hate me for hitting you with a pipe than my own fists. If you really know what I had done then you will stay the hell away from me. I would have been fine with just serving my King." He does not regret his actions.

"No!" Senju yelled "You're my brother and I will always love you even if it means going to fuckin' hell! I want us to live as a family again! Don't die Haruchiyo!" Fresh tears comes out of her eyes.

Haruchiyo's vision grew blurry. His body refuses to move any longer and his heart is beating slowly than normal. "You're so annoying. Here's a penny for your thoughts. Why don't you consider living your own life and fuckin' live a happy one instead of living with the guilt that you thought you caused." That is one wish he is asking instead of her fretting over him after his death. He looks at where his brother is standing "I wished that you didn't scold me too much. What would happen if you didn't? Would I be in a different situation?" He questioned.

"Haru." Takeomi can only say his name. He didn't know what to say.

Senju wants to talk to him to stay but feels a hand on her shoulder. She looked at the person who have their hand on her and see Takeomi.

"Senju. Haru left our world." He said with tears coming out of his eyes.

She looks back at her pink haired brother and saw that his eyes are now blank. Meaning that he passed on. "Haru-nii..." She brings him close and hugs his lifeless body.

Takeomi got on the ground and hugs both his siblings.

Despite the fight raging on, these two want to spend a bit more time with their younger/big brother before going back to aid Takemichi.

Sounds ooc for Haruchiyo but I want him to have this moment with his siblings.

#tokyo revengers #sanzu haruchiyo #haruchiyo akashi #senju kawagari #akashi senju #takeomi akashi

[swiftscion]

Binary Stars

//continued from here

Luckily for Ayra, the grass of the courtyard provides a soft landing.

Larcei had run at her in full sprint, barreling toward what she could only assume was her mother. In many ways they were alike, her and Larcei. They bear ashen eyes, agile figures, raven-toned hair. All her life she had been compared to this image. She heard about how she looked just like her--about how she’d be able to recognize the woman if she ever found her. She felt confident that this was Ayra.

Hearing her words is a wash of relief, confirming everything in her mind.

Tears stream down the scion’s face as she looks down at her parent. In an instant, the emotional dam barring off all the sadness and agony of living parentless breaks. Larcei is a flooding tide--tears boiling on her cheeks, snot welling up in her nostrils. Whatever she said was made to sound ugly and off-key by her relentless bawling.

She is then pushed off. But to her credit, she can’t help it! Ayra is everything to her. She is her ultimate goal, she is what Larcei strives to emulate, she is what Larcei had been searching for her whole life. The Isaachian woman--now an Isaachian girl--had always idolized her parents. Those conversations with Scathach appear in the back of her mind now. He said she was dead, didn’t he? Oh how wrong he had been! If he were here now, what would he have to say about how his sister was right all along? There’s a small amount of aggression Larcei feels as she cries in front of Ayra--hatred for all the times she’d been treated like she was delusional or a helpless child grasping for mommy. Finally, finally, she has her victory. 

But Mother had always been an intangible goal, hadn’t she? Something to chase after and convince herself was truly real. Even now, doubt weighs heavily on her spirit. For but a short moment, she entertains the thought that, maybe, this isn’t real. A freak hallucination or trick of the light. With Ayra standing (or, trying to stand) before her, Larcei doesn’t know what to do with herself; in her mind, this is it. This is what life was leading up to. It’s hard to shake the feeling that this is indeed happening, but she manages.

She was spouting some nonsense earlier, words that barely registered as coherent, and her mom’s command shakes her back in line. “R-right,” she sighs, lips quaking with unfiltered emotion, “I just... I almost can’t believe it’s really you, you know? All my life I knew I’d find you, but seein’ you is... Well, it’s a dream come true!” 

Choked laughter drowns out her sobbing now, and Larcei takes her hands off the princess so she can wipe her eyes. Like ice and fire, they are. In many ways they are similar, but in personality they couldn’t be more different. Larcei is a raging inferno of feeling, unable to control herself as her purpose folds in on itself. Ayra is allowed to stand, but as soon as she does, she’s assaulted by another tight hug from her daughter. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring you down back there. I just... I love you, mother.” With her face pressed so deep into the other’s shirt, her voice sounds muffled. She speaks in a much softer tone, too, creating an atmosphere totally different from the screaming excitement from before. Slowly, gently, Ayra’s side starts being rubbed by her kid’s face. Larcei allows herself to be a daughter for the first time in her life, not caring that she just stained her mom’s top with her tears. She’s calm and quiet now, nestled within the warm embrace of her lineage. 

There will come a time for talking, for asking what Ayra’s doing here or why she had been absent from Larcei’s life. But for now, affection is her top priority.

@regnalastra

#IC #THREAD NO. 11 AYRA (BINARY STARS) #REGNALASTRA #//i know i succ for finally getting around to this #//but MOMTHERRRRRRRR