#What's more delicious is that none of these three really know much about love (and Nine and Chaos Sonic barely have a leg up in having some

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Mmmmmm thinking about Nine the fox walking around with his two bodyguards (Alpha Grim Sonic and Chaos Sonic) again

The fox and his most devoted halberds who are also possessive bitches

No but like but like I need you to understand

Chaos Sonic who was originally revived to take Sonic's place, to fill the hole in a frienship Nine came to believe as fake, and yet clearly held onto so dearly. Chaos Sonic, who was supposed to be the same as before, except made to be Nine's devoted best friend who would never betray him.

Alpha Grim Sonic who Nine reportedly modeled after the hedgehog he (foolishly) thought of as a friend. A robot copy of Sonic who would not talk back, who would not think, who was only made to serve and protect Nine.

Chaos Sonic, whose time spent with Nine turned programmed allegiance and care into some form of love (obsession and possessiveness)

Alpha Grim Sonic, who was not supposed to think and feel. And yet, with time spent serving Nine and opposing Shadow, he begins to feel and to think (a budding soul forming within his metal frame and existing beyond his programming). A robot created to protect and serve, whose feelings for his creator and master begin to grow over time.

When did his internal drive shift from playing the role of Nine's best friend? When did he begin to resent Sonic for what he did to Nine? When did he begin to want to see Nine happy and safe and accomplished (rather than just simply alive and able to complete his goals)? When did he begin to crave Nine's attention and to make him stop thinking about Sonic?

Wasn't he programmed to be no more than an unfeeling robot, a set of algorithms designed to allow him to fight, protect, serve, and strategize only as needed? Why does he want to hurt Shadow so much (is it really just out of the drive to protect Nine, or is it to make the hedgehog pay?)? He'd follow Nine's orders to the ends of the earth, but why does he worry about Nine when they’re separated? Why has he started to covet Nine's smiles and bouts of happiness? Why does he feel annoyance when Nine converses with Chaos Sonic like he's also not there? Why is he starting to understand why Chaos Sonic resents Sonic, beyond the fact that Chaos Sonic has always fancied replacing him? Alpha Grim Sonic has never wanted to replace the real thing, never understood why Chaos Sonic would, but he's starting to understand jealousy (in the way one begins to feel things they cannot put words to).

Chaos Sonic would tell you it's because he and Nine are best friends. Alpha Grim Sonic would tell you that it's because Nine is his master. Yet, deep down, the two have begun to want to be useful and important to Nine. They want to protect him and see his goals through past any loyalty programming. It does not matter whether such an outcome was inevitable or not (based upon their programming or the holes Nine made them fill in his life), only that they believe that they'd choose this even if Nine tried to let them go.

And Nine... Nine who creates distance between himself and the two robots almost instinctively, as if he's trying not to grow attached (ironic, given the roles he placed the two in, the holes in his life he made them fill after he believed that Sonic had backstabbed him). And yet, just as much as he insists that Alpha Grim Sonic is cold and unfeeling and programmed to serve or that Chaos Sonic is just like that (given the personality programmed into him and his similarities to Sonic) and was programmed to follow orders, he finds himself beginning to value the two as more. He should see them as tools, he tries to think of them as tools. And, yet, over time, the two become irreplaceable agents of his will. He can’t allow himself to believe they really care about them, but he wants them to know that he likes having them around, that no other robot can fill the roles he programmed them for, and no real mobian could be as effective as them (even if it's embarrassing to admit). They become...a comforting presence, especially when he's stuck in the Grim post canon, practically alone, closed off from being able to see Sonic again

Do you get me do you get me?

#sonic prime #sonic the hedgehog #miles nine prower #nine sonic prime #nine the fox #chaos sonic #alpha grim sonic #chanine #nine x alpha Grim sonic #alpha grim sonic x nine #nine x grim sonic #grim sonic x nine #chaos sonic x nine #nine x chaos sonic #crystalbondshipping #crystalbond #For now that's my on the spot Alpha Grim Sonic/Nine ship name #i just be ramblin #Gaaaaah I'm just lowkey obsessed with these relationships that only exist in my head #What's more delicious is that none of these three really know much about love (and Nine and Chaos Sonic barely have a leg up in having some #sort of understanding of best friendship) #So all three of them just have complicated feelings regarding each other. All the robots know is that they want Nine to be happy and healthy #and safe‚ all Nine knows is that he doesn’t want to see them destroyed #‚ and while Nine is coming to terms with wanting those two at his side always‚ the other two know they just want to be beside Nine as long #as they live #And by god the ways Alpha Grim Sonic and Chaos Sonic mirror and foil each other gets me‚ even down to their design differences and the way #Chaos Sonic was intended to be like Sonic‚ while Alpha Grim was intended to be without personality and feeling #Or even just the way that Chaos Sonic and Alpha Grim resent and have a thing for fighting Sonic and Shadow respectively #But just as much as there's fun in Nine embracing his devoted robots (power thruple)‚ there's inherent tragedy in those two being unable to #escape or surpass Nine's memory and feeling for Sonic the Hedgehog

[a-hazbin-reader]

I would like to see how Alastor's mother meets the reader (when they were alive). I see almost nothing of Alastor's mother and I feel that she is a wonderful mother ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

Alastor lovers would be NOTHING without this woman, she should be WORSHIPPED

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: None I think???

Description: ☝️⬆️

Alastor's mother was his entire world, all the love and affection in his life came from her

The way he learned to love he learned from her

So you have her to thank for that

Which is why you're so fucking nervous to meet her, if she doesn't like you then you feel like your relationship is doomed

Not that Alastor would leave you at the drop of a hat but you just couldn't make him choose, you love him too much for that

You're fretting over everything, your hair, your clothes, your perfume-

E V E R Y T H I N G

It's not until you feel a strong hand on your shoulder and look into Alastor's eyes that you realize you were panicking

He's smiling at you, he's always smiling, but you can tell you worried him

"Sorry...it's just...I'm nervous..."

You're being pulled into his warm embrace before you can say anything more, familiar fingers pushing your chin up

You feel a pleasant shudder go through you as you meet Alastor's eyes, soaking up the affection that radiates from them

"Now now, a little dinner has you this worked up~?"

"What if she doesn't like me?"

He's leaning in closer, never breaking your gaze as his lips brush against your own, his canines glinting almost like fangs-

"Why wouldn't she like you? If I love you then she'll surely love you too..."

God, this woman raised such a good man

If Alastor was being honest with you, he's a bit nervous too but not in a bad way

He's excited for his two favorite people to meet, he's excited to show off each of you to the other so that you both understand his love for you two

He's just so ecstatic that this is finally happening

Coos and soothes you the entire walk to his mother's house, knowing that you're nervous but understanding that you have no reason to be

Alastor lets himself in and you're immediately welcomed with the scent of delicious food cooking

You can hear his mother in the kitchen, the table not yet fully set

Alastor leaves your side to hug his mother in greeting, laughing a little when he startles the old woman

She's beautiful even though she's no longer a young woman, you see a lot of her in her son

"Mother, I'd like you to meet my darling Y/N~"

Alastor's arm wraps around you in an attempt to calm your nerves and to present you proudly to his mother

When her kind eyes land on you, all sense of anxiety and fear melts away as she pulls you in for a hug

She's stronger than she looks, squeezing you as though you two have known each other for years

You realize that she hugs just like Alastor and melt into her arms as you hug her back

"It's so good to finally meet you..! I've been asking Alastor to bring you over ever since he first mentioned he was seeing someone!"

Now Alastor is blushing and mumbling something about her promising she wouldn't bring that up

You can't help but laugh and pat his cheek softly, it's adorable when he's embarrassed

Together the three of you finish up dinner, his mother sending him out of the kitchen to set the table

Leaving the two of you alone

It starts off smoothly, the two of you making polite conversation before falling into comfortable silence

And then it's uncomfortable

Oh shit you're nervous again

She stands next to you as the two of you work together to finish cooking, a soft smile on her face

"My son really loves you, my dear..."

Her voice is still soft, still warm, but there's a warning tone to it

Alastor did say his mother could be the sweetest woman or the scariest woman you've ever met

"I hope that love isn't misplaced."

Oh. Of course.

She's looking out for her son, like any good mother would do

You're careful with your next words, reaching out and taking the other woman's hand gently

You make sure to look into her eyes, wanting to convey your truth

"Ma'am, you son will have my heart and my soul in life and in death. I love him more than words can convey.."

And that's all it takes, the woman pulling you in for another hug and clutching you in relief

This woman is relieved that her son found someone who genuinely loves him and will continue to love him when she's gone

And if you love her son as she does then she has no choice but to love you as well

Things are easy going between you two after that, Alastor's mother loving you a little more with each thing she learns about you

She watches the two of you interact and gains a better understanding of the relationship

She understands why her son fell for you, you're more than just a pretty face that lured him in

You actually remind her a little bit of herself in her younger days

Mother, please don't say that

The two of you actually get along rather well, ganging up on Alastor several times throughout the night

"I'm only saying! The best way to enjoy tea is-"

"Alastor, honey, Y/N and I just told you that you're wrong."

"Why don't you let the two people who know what they're talking about carry the conversation, hm~?"

"I think it's about time we leave, don't you two agree?"

NO

Not Alastor's mother taking your hand and looking at her son with a shocked expression

"You would take away my darling Y/N? What cruel boy you've turned into!"

Oh she's good

Alastor pretends to be annoyed at the sight of you two clinging to each other and whining about not wanting to be separated

Before that fake annoyance melts away into fondness and he's joining in on the hug

Alastor takes care of cleaning up dinner, leaving the two of you alone again

Which means Alastor's mother gets to show you photos of Alastor when he was younger

And tell you all the embarrassing stories

You two are so busy giggling and cooing at the photos that you don't notice Alastor standing in the doorway, face flushed red with embarrassment

"Time to go, my dear!"

She sends you home with plenty of leftovers and fusses over you like you're one of her own

"Do you need a jacket, dear? A hat? I might have an extra one around here-"

Gives you the biggest hug and kiss on the forehead before you leave, telling you to visit her often

Oh just one more hug before you go

Before Alastor can pull away from his own hug, she pulls him back to whisper to him

"You picked a good one, my darling boy...~"

You three are a family after that, no matter what anyone says, no matter what happens

She loves you just as much as she loves her boy and she'll brag about you just as much as he does

Carries a photo of you two around in her purse so she can show everybody

Literally loves having you around and is worried that other men will try to take you for themselves

You don't have a ring on that finger

Not yet anyways

Alastor's mother just has to convince him that he wants to get married

Which probably won't be hard

This is like the only photo of Alastor's mother I can find and I don't even know if it's canon or not-

She's gorgeous??

This one wasn't originally what I was working on but it was too good to pass up

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

[sillyandquest]

Y'all know the cardboard cutouts in Poppy Playtime?

I like to think that they're a small glimpse in those characters personalities, and what they would've been like if we'd been able to interact with them in-game. The cutouts also seem to indicate the sanity level of each Smiling Critter.

This'll be a long one, I'll see you at the end of you wanna read!

Spoilers:

Anyway, that means Bubba Bubbafant would've been outwardly friendly, yet still resentful of the player. He also might've been losing his sanity quickly, probably due to CatNap's gas.

"Hey! I remember you!.....An elephant always remembers!.......Want to know what I remember about you?........*Devolves into hysterical laughter/screams/glitches.*"

Had he been in the game as a Bigger Body experiment, I doubt he would go out of his way to help. He might've just hidden himself away like Kissy and Poppy, or fully lost it before he could try to help the player and got killed off.

Next is Kickin' Chicken. He's different in that he seems like he would've provided encouragement to the player, maybe even try and protect them.

"Wanna go outside and hang out?.... I've never been outside before.........Will you come with me? I'm scared.......Here, I'll step out first......*screams/glitches.*"

He also seems to have been killed off early, maybe he was even the first Critter to be killed. (He's embracing his inner Chica now-). I say this because, aside from DogDay, Kickin' Chicken seems the most sane in comparison to all the Critters.

CatNap's cut out doesn't have much other than breathing noises and snores that devolve into glitches.

Picky Piggy sounds sane, but I think she probably ate some of the other Critters. Probably Bubba Bubbafant, Kickin' Chicken, and Crafty Corn. If she could interact with the player, I think she'd be friendly at first before showing her true colors.

"Roast beef? Delicious!......Grilled chicken? Down the hatch!......Seared Elephant! Yum!......Flayed Unicorn? Mmmmm!.......Still hungry.....Hey, what do ya say you and I be friends?"

She definitely wouldn't have been helpful, and would've absolutely tried to eat the player.

I think Hoppy Hopscotch could've tried to help as a Bigger Body experiment, maybe a little pushy and impatient towards the player. Probably because she's desperate to escape.

"Wanna try hopping to the moon with me?.....On three with me!....1, 2, 3!...Heh, didn't get very far, did we?.....Listen, this won't stop until we make it to the moon!.....1, 2- No,no, don't look at your feet! None of that matters! Again! Again!.....Jump! JUUUU- *glitches out*"

She seemed to have a good heart and wanted to help but was likely taken out while escaping. I'd call her sane enough to be trusted, just desperate.

DogDay is certified best boy and definitely would've wanted to help you, even at the cost of his life/freedom. He knows this is a terrible place to be in and wants the player to leave as soon as possible.

"Go, go! As far as you can!......Why are you just standing there?.....You can't be here, you can't stay......*screams/glitches.*"

He knows he can't leave and encouraged the player go. He sounds sad when he speaks. Would likely be the last Critter to stick by the players side no matter what.

Crafty Corn up next! She seems very focused on painting and almost definitely killed someone because she was out of red.

"Pass me the blue please!.....Thanks! Now can you give me some red?.....Out? But we can't be out..... You're hiding more red from me......I know you are.....GIVE IT HERE *glitchy screams*

Yeah, I wouldn't really trust her. She'd be fine by herself or if the player gives her all the materials she asks for, but Crafty would've probably gotten agitated and attacked quickly.

Finally, Bobby Bearhug! She comes across as super loving, but also clingy and desperate for an escape. Sounding a little unhinged at times. If the player could've interacted with her, she might've clung to them, possibly even protected them if they convinced her that she could go with them.

"I love you to the moon and back!..... I'm crazy about you!.....I'm lost without you.....I've been lost a long time......Please, take me with you this time?.....You won't leave me, will you?!."

She sounds like she's lonely and craves companionship. Her cutout is actually the only one that doesn't end in glitches or screams so I think the player could've trusted her. She might've had a fragile mental state, but I don't think she would've tried to kill you.

Thanks for reading til the end! Stay safe!

#poppy playtime #dogday #bubba bubbaphant #kickin' chicken #picky piggy #hoppy hopscotch #crafty corn #bobby bearhug #catnap

[alieinthemorning]

Marital Duties [Xavier]

Content: Fluff, Suggestive Themes, Friends to Lovers, Fast Burn, POV Second Person

Pronouns: None

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don’t forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

You liked cooking. You wouldn’t say your food was anything to write home about, but it was good, and that’s all that mattered. It was also nice to see the smiles on your friends faces when they ate your food. It feels good to feed others.

However,

“This is really good.”

There was a certain friend of yours that was beginning to over stay his welcome.

“Next time, I think we should try this new recipe—” You placed your hands firmly on his shoulders as you pushed him toward the door.

“Yes, yes. We can talk more about it later.” You said quickly as you shoved him out into the empty hallway.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” He stumbled out the door from your harsh push, but he was quick to spin on his heel, “Oh, and—”

“I’ll see you at headquarters, Xavier.” You told him with a smile as you slammed the door in his face.

You quickly locked the door, waiting for the sound of retreating footsteps to finally becoming silent. You retreated to your bedroom, pointedly ignoring the mess in the kitchen (that was a problem for the you of tomorrow to deal with). You plopped down on your bed, the exhaustion of the day’s excitement finally catching up with you.

Or rather, the week’s excitement.

Ever since you helped him make those egg tarts, Xavier has been visiting just about every day for a meal or two or three, not that it bothers you that much anymore. In the beginning it took quite the toll on your wallet, but after a conversation with him, Xavier made sure the two of you made a trip to the grocery store every week with him footing the bill. But that man could eat. You could most likely make him a seven-course meal, and he’d ask for more.

You adore cooking for your friends, but this was beginning to become something more than cooking for a friend.

So the next day, when Xavier came over, you decided to make your problem known.

You shoved your left hand into his face. “Look at my hand. Tell me what’s wrong with it.”

He looked at it, turned it over and over. He even looked under your fingernails, but pouted when he found nothing. “…I don’t see anything.”

You pulled your hand back, tapping the finger by your pinky. “There’s no ring, Xavier.”

He tilted his head. “So?”

“So, because there’s no ring on my finger, I won’t keep cooking for you.” You crossed your arms with a huff. “You’re getting marital benefits, for friend prices.”

“I…” He paused, grabbing your hand and looking over it again. “Okay.”

You weren’t expecting that. “Huh?”

He just nodded, “Mmh. Come on, I’m starving.”

All you could do is follow him, as it seemed you were always doing. “…you’re always starving.”

It had been a few weeks since the ring situation, and it seemed like things had calmed down a bit.

How wrong you were.

Sitting in between the two of you, on the dining room table, was a white velvet box.

And within that box, was a ring.

…

He had taken you seriously.

You plucked the ring out of the box,

and slipped it on your finger.

Xavier was staring intently at his empty plate. “Hmmm…”

You tilted your head, “What’s up? Was the food not good?”

“No, of course not. Your food is always delicious. It’s just…” You wanted for him to continue, “…I feel like I’m not doing much as your husband.”

You chuckled. “We’re not actually married—” The look on his face, a firm pout, made you pause. “…yet.”

The pout was replaced with a small smile. “Yes, I know, but I don’t think it matters too much that if we call each other that.”

“Okay, so what’s the problem then?”

He sighed, looking off to the side. “I just feel like I’m not doing enough.”

You furrowed your brows. Xavier was doing more than enough. Yes, the two of you did skip right from friendship to marriage, but Xavier wasn’t doing anything. He continued buying your groceries, but he also put extra little treats in the cart for the two of you to share. You went on dates when you both shared a day off. You picked up little knick-knacks that reminded you of the other, leaving a bit of yourself in the other’s apartment. You didn’t know where this was coming from.

You reached across the table, placing your hand over his. “Xavier, you’ve given me everything.”

His cheeks flushed red. “…not everything…”

Oh.

Oh.

You bit your lip, as you felt yourself flush at the implication. “Um, well, I—”

Finally, he looked at you.

And you really wished he hadn’t.

“I think I should change that…tonight.”

Your eyes widen. “T-tonight!?”

He smiled, standing up.

“Right now.”

Catch the continuation on the other account. wink wonk ;)

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#alie ficlets #love and deepspace x reader #xavier x reader #lds x reader #lds xavier x reader

[fieldofdaisiies]

Do you have any head cannons on what being mates with azriel and eris would be like?

of course, here you go❤️ I really hope I understood this correctly, doing Reader x Azris (please request again if it was not the case)

let's start with the most important part...you are their priority, and that always

they will do everything to make you happy, to see you smile, to know you are comfortable

they love you with their whole hearts, you are the most precious thing in their love and for you they also overcome their feud

both Azriel and Eris are quite touch-starved and so having you cuddle them, or the three of you cuddling is close to divinity

you often spend hours in bed, just holding each other, talking about anything and everything

you will also laugh a lot, you are bringing the light back into their lives, and fill their hearts with so much love

often you also share sweet kisses

Azriel you often help with spymaster business while you also at the same time support Eris with High Lord business

after long days you will all bath together, chatting about the day

you love walking Eris' hounds together, all three of you

over time also Eris and Azriel really start liking each other, and you have a great relationship

with sleeping together you three are taking it slowly - it is something new for all three of you

you are a little reserved at first, but soon turn more explorative and soon your bedroom life is absolutely incredibly, none of you able to get enough of the others

at High Lords meetings you will keep rather secret about your relationship, knowing it will only create a big fuss if you reveal it

they also love massaging you, while Azriel tends to your shoulders, Eris will knead your feet, or the other way round

and you and Eris will often tend to Azriel's wings and hands

or to Eris' tense back after being bent over his desk for the whole day, working on High Lord business

you love cooking together, all three of you in the kitchen, chopping ingredients and putting together delicious meals

meals which you will obviously eat together later on

you stay at the Forest House, and Azriel comes to visit as often as possible

he sometimes feels jealous but never excluded

whenever he is here, you make him feel so very loved, both of you do

it is wholly new and different situation, but slowly you are adapting to it and grow into it, and over time you couldn't be more happier to be with them

#azriel x reader #eris x reader #azris x reader #azriel x reader x eris #acotar #acotar headcanons

[bihansthot]

Name: Mid-Autumn Festival 1,000 Follower Spectacular!

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Bi-Han x afab!Reader

Word Count: 4,000

Summary: You and your husband Bi-Han enjoy a nice family dinner at Madam Bo’s for the Mid-Autumn Festival and later enjoy some alone time with one another, experimenting in ways you never have.

Author’s notes: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival lovelies! Have I got a treat for you and it involves mooncakes but that’s not all! Y’all wanted Bi-Han getting a prostate massage and fuck if I didn’t deliver it! This is kind of a mash up of things I wanted to write, one being festival stuff, the other being a celebration of hitting over 1.000 followers here on tumblr! It’s so wild to me that a blog that just rambles about Bi-Han and writes about him has so much love but here we are! This story has some dirty talk and possessive Bi-Han in it but also has some soft moments, its a good mix of fun and filth and hopefully y’all enjoy it! If you do please don’t be shy with the likes, comments, reblogs, DMs etc. Let me know you liked it please! Enjoy lovelies!

You giggle and shove Bi-Han’s heavy body off of yours, “Polar Bear, stop, we’re in public,” your words are slightly slurred as you find yourself pleasantly buzzed. You look around the expansive tea house and despite the size everything seems warm and homey, you’re always happy when you’re out with Bi-Han at Madam Bo’s.

“Come on qīn, it’s the Mid Autumn Festival it is all about the love between Chang’e and Hou Yi, you shouldn’t be stingy with the affection,” Bi-Han laughed and you could tell by the blush high on his cheeks that the cryomancer was drunk, or at least tipsy, Bi-Han could hold his liquor quite well and you didn’t think you’ve ever actually seen him drunk.

“Brother, why don’t you have some more to eat, that’s what the Mid-Autumn Festival is really about, sharing food with your family,” Kuai Liang chimes in pushing a delectable-looking bowl of steamed crabs toward Bi-Han. “Father always used to talk about the importance of spending time together as a family.”

“Fuck Father, I’m glad he’s dead,” Bi-Han slurs before reaching for a steamed pork bun instead as he bit into the light, fluffy bun.

“Polar Bear, please not tonight, tonight is about family, don’t upset your brother’s please,” you urge, your face clouding with worry.

“Tch, sorry qīn, you’re right tonight it about celebrating family and being together,” he grumbles reluctantly and motions for you to pour him another cup of baijiu.

You’re hesitant to pour another cup for him, but you don’t want to deal with his complaining and posturing if you don’t so despite your better judgment you pour the liquor into his cup. You reach for some of Madam Bo’s delicious har gao and happily eat the plump, juicy shrimp dumpling leaving the crabs for your husband and brothers-in-law to share.

“It was a good idea coming down to Madam Bo’s for Mid-Autumn Festival this year, none of us have to clean up afterwards,” Tomas laughs and takes one of the crabs for himself. “I know I appreciate it! Do you know how much work it is cooking and cleaning up for the three of you?” You laugh and take a sip of oolong tea, trying to pace yourself on drinking, you’re well aware you can’t hold your liquor quite as well as Bi-Han can, well not baijiu at any rate.

“Who cleans up qin? Huh?” Bi-Han raises his eyebrow at you and you have the decency to look sheepish knowing full well the cryomancer always did the cleanup when you did the cooking.

“I, uh well,” you shove some roast duck in Bi-Han’s mouth to silence the cryomancer’s protests. “Tomas, how are things lately, I feel like I haven’t see you or Kuai Liang in ages,” you switch the topic.

“Things have been challenging but very rewarding, work with the Shirai Ryu are going well and we’ve even managed to find a promising new initiative, his name is Hanzo,” Tomas answers with ease in between sips of his own glass of baijiu.

You were so pleased the brothers had managed to work out their differences after Fire God Liu Kang and intervened and the two of you had talked some sense into Bi-Han. Kuai Liang and Tomas had still kept their Shirai Ryu to be the guardians and protectors of Earthrealm whereas Bi-Han kept his Lin Kuei and they were granted more of a prominent role in the tournament and guiding Earthrealm. It had been harder to convince Sektor that his army of drones were no longer necessary, but thankfully Bi-Han had seen sense and had commanded Sektor to stand down. There was still definitely tension between the brothers, but you were content that you were all in a good enough place that you all could come together to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival as a family. The festival was a foreign concept to you when you first arrived in Fengjian, but you had fallen in love with the holiday when Bi-Han told you the story of Chag’e and Hou Yi, their beautiful, tragic love story made you weep, but despite the sorrow you loved the idea of being able to celebrate their love. “Hanzo huh? Well that’s good, I’m glad to hear things are going well, but I will admit things are lonely without all of you.”

“Earthrealm needs the Shirai Ryu, its a sacrifice we all have to make,” Kuai Liang interjected before you could get too involved in clan politics.

“Yes, of course, I understand,” you reply, sneaking another dumpling and a sip of tea, the table was laden with so much food there was no way the four of you would be able to finish, you regret not inviting Sektor and Cyrax, but thought it was better they weren’t there as there was still bad blood between the two clans.

“Who’s ready for Moon Cakes?” Madam Bo suddenly interrupts, placing a heaping plate of assorted pastries on the table.

“Moon cakes!” You squeal with excitement and suddenly you somehow feel hungry again, you had never had the pastry before you started dating Bi-Han, but after trying them you were hooked on them, the custard-filled ones were your favorite. As if she were a psychic Madam Bo pops a mini custard-filled one in your mouth and you can’t help moaning with delight as the flaky pastry gives way to the luxurious custard inside.

“Madam Bo, you spoil us,” Tomas smiles at the elderly patroness as she smiles at your happy reaction to the confection.

“Nonsense Smoke, it’s Mid-Autumn Festival! Everyone gets moon cakes! I can’t have my customers unsatisfied on such an auspicious day,” Madam Bo chirps happily.

“Thank you Madam Bo,” you manage after finishing your miniature moon cake, a look of satisfaction plastered to your face.

“The one with the black dot is the sesame one Bi-Han,” Madam Bo laughs before slipping him the bill and heading off to tend to her other customers.

Bi-Han doesn’t hesitate grabbing one of the ones with the black dots, sesame moon cakes you know are his favorite and he acts like a little kid when he gets one, to the point that you’re surprised he doesn’t ask you the make the confection year round. He finishes off his moon cake before draining his umpteenth cup of baijiu, he counts out his bills carefully before adding some extra for Madam Bo, despite tipping not being customary in China, it was a holiday after all and Madam Bo deserved it for her warmth and hospitality. “Shall we?” he asks standing up and swaying on his feet slightly.

The four of you make your way back to the Lin Kuei Temple as you bid good night to your brothers-in-law and giggle drunkenly toddling after Bi-Han.

You flop on your shared bed as Bi-Han struggles with getting his belt off, he finally works his way through all the layers of his belt and lets it fall on the stone floor. You watch him wrestle with the rest of his complex uniform, in no state to be able to help him with the various layers and complex knots holding his layers off. After several long minutes, Bi-Han seems to finally work his way out of his excessively complicated robes as he flops on the bed next to you. “I’m proud of you Polar Bear, I know letting your brothers leave and create their own clan isn’t easy for you, but you did a very good job acting very civilized tonight.”

“I don’t want to talk about them, show me your tiddies,” he smirks at you reaching for the hem of your qipao you had worn at his insistence.

You laugh at his immature behavior, “help me unzip it then,” you whisper running your hand along his smooth cheek.

“Fine, fine,” he agrees, giving you a slightly petulant pout as if to say, how can’t you just become instantly naked, as he tugs the zipper down and carefully helps you out of the garment.

You’re pleased that even in his inebriated state Bi-Han had the common sense to remember this was your favorite qipao, one based off of one of his mother’s, and he was gentle with it. You lay next to him in just your lingerie, one of your favorite sets, dark blue and lacy, it was equal parts delicate and sexy, it also fit perfectly, there was no overflow or pinching and the underwear hid your imperfect little belly.

“Fuck your tits are huge,” He laughs drunkenly burying his cold face in between your ample chest making pleased little noises as he rubs his face back and forth.

“Polar Bear,” you giggle as you tug his hair loose from his tie, his ebony locks spilling down his well-muscled back, you stroke his silken locks as your husband continues to amuse himself with your breasts.

“I love your tits so much, they’re so soft and so jiggly, they’re like big ol’ flans,” he chuckles as he reaches around to undo the clasp of your bra to be able to manhandle them with ease.

You let out a soft sigh of pleasure as his cold, calloused hands squeeze and grope your sensitive breasts. “I want to play with you tonight, please?” You pull Bi-Han’s head up to look him in his beautiful chocolate eyes as you give him your best pleading look.

He sucks in a low breath and reluctantly rolls off of you to give you free rein of his body, “what did you have in mind qin?”

“There’s something I want to try, keep an open mind Polar Bear, its supposed to feel really good for you, I promise,” you bite your lower lip, sucking it into your mouth as your eyes roam over his flawless body.

“What?” He asks sitting up on his elbows, trying to fight off the pleasant floaty feeling the baijiu has given him.

“I’m not going to tell you, you just have to trust me, you know I’d never do anything to hurt you, but it might be kind of weird,” you explain running your warm hand along his aching, cold cock.

He leans back with a pleased groan as he lets you stroke his cock with slow, gentle strokes, “fine, but it better feel good,” he mumbles, bucking his hips up slightly.

“Where’s the lube,” you ask pressing a kiss to his cold cheek.

“Lube? What the fuck do you need lube for?” Bi-Han bristles immediately at the mention of the lubricant.

“I need it to jack you off, you said you’d keep an open mind Polar Bear,” you frown at him as you straddle his narrow hips.

The cryomancer grunts unhappily as he relents, “its in the draw in the bedside table,” he tells you as he squirms under you trying to get some friction for his neglected cock.

“Got it,” you grin triumphantly as you pull the tube from the drawer and make your way back to Bi-Han’s dripping cock, it's so pretty you lick your lips, huge, dripping, and heavy against his perfectly cut abs. “Mmm Polar Bear your cock looks delicious right now, I’m a little jealous of my hand,” you sigh almost wistfully as you squeeze some of the lubricant in your hand as you grasp his big cock and give it a gentle tug.

“You can suck it instead,” the cryomancer grins at you as he lifts himself back up on his elbows to watch you.

“Maybe I will,” you muse sticking your tongue out playfully as you fist him gently, not applying much pressure yet, just teasing the cryomancer, loving the feeling of his thick, veiny cold cock in your hand. You lay with your head on his rock-hard abs as you can’t help but let your tongue dart out and gather the pearly fluid leaking out of Bi-Han’s cock, it’s cold but not bitter, salty but not unpleasant, musky and masculine and perfectly him.

“Mmm qin, that feels nice,” the cryomancer practically purrs in his drunken state, something you absolutely loved was how Bi-Han didn’t seem to care about how vocal he was when he had been drinking.

Your hand works along his cock, stroking him with a firm grasp as you twist your hand in a circle when you reach his soft, velveteen head, “Bi-Han,” you whine his name as you look up at his pretty flushed face, his hair hanging loose around his face as he bites his lip with pleasure, it was the perfect picture a sight no one but you were privy to see. Your hand moves faster now, pulling another groan from the cryomancer as you jack him off, you seize your chance while he’s focused on the feeling of your hand gliding over his dick, you switch hands so your lubricated hand is no longer stroking the cryomancer, who hisses at the added drag your other hand offered. You take a deep breath and swallow audibly as you carefully nudge his legs further apart and there it is, the little pucker that you have your sights set on. Slowly, carefully you trace the outside of the hole with your slicked-up finger and before Bi-Han can react or stop you, you slowly sink the finger inside.

“Wha-what the fuck!? What are you doing qin?!” He starts, body going rigid, his ass clamping around you instinctually.

You ignore him though and fish around inside him for that little bundle of nerves that you know in spite of himself is going to make Bi-Han feel good, and you find it as you stroke it with a come hither motion.

“Huh, wha, why hnnnggghhh,” the cryomancer can’t hold back the pleased noise as you stroke his prostate, “fucking stop this is weird,” he starts to sit up.

Your hot mouth drops over his cock, swallowing him down as best as you can in a practiced motion, your finger wiggling further in his tight hole.

“Ah, fuck qin, that, that feels kind of good, do… do it again,” he pants and squeezes his eyes shut as he relaxes against the bed enjoying the feeling of your warmth encompassing his cold cock.

The noises he makes are like heaven to you as your mouth works his cock over, your tongue laving every inch of it as you suck it further into your throat. Slowly you work a second finger into the tight ring of muscle as you massage the cryomancer’s prostate, your fingers dancing across the fleshy nub.

“Ta ma de,” he groans deeply in his native tongue as he subconsciously grinds his perfect ass against your fingers, the baijiu loosening his inhibitions enough to enjoy this very rare role reversal.

You pull away from his delicious cock to echo his sentiment, “fuck,” you take in his flushed, blissed-out expression as you thrust your fingers in and out slowly, applying steady even pressure to the small organ inside the cryomancer.

Bi-Han lets out a low moan as your fingers speed up, his body starting to tremble with his impending release, “shit qin, that feels really good, keep going, please,” he practically bites his own tongue to stop himself from begging like a little bitch in heat.

Your tongue massages the underside of his shaft as your fingers keep moving in and out of the cryomancer’s tightness, you never actually thought you’d get this far, you thought maybe you’d get one finger in before he wigged out and stormed off for the night but actually getting to finger fuck your husband made your brain short circuit. You shift and rub your thighs together trying to alleviate some of the mounting pressure, seeing Bi-Han look so fucked out had you nearly cumming from the sounds he made alone. Your stomach feels tight as arousal pools in it and you don’t know how much longer you can keep yourself from making the cryomancer fuck you, you want to see him cum though, you want to taste his cold, viscous fluid filling your mouth, so you don’t stop, you can’t stop, you ignore your own desires and focus solely on his. You bob your head along his cock, forcing as much inside as possible, it burns as it stretches your throat, but the little shout Bi-Han makes is worth the discomfort. Your finger twist and screw in and out of the cryomancer’s tight confines, each press and thrust of your fingers massaging his prostate more and more.

“Qin, I’m gonna,” he gasps and lets out a choked-off cry as he tries to warn you, but you get the message, your fingers double their efforts as you pound into his prostate and you pull back until only the tip of his huge cock is left in your mouth. With a loud growling shout of pleasure, Bi-Han is cumming in your mouth.

You moan as the icy liquid splashes against your tongue the saltiness coating your mouth with the thick liquid. Your tongue swishes the cold fluid around as you swallow frantically trying not to spill a drop of the cryomancer’s cum, you can’t help it though, Bi-Han cums so much more than a mouthful as some of his release flows down your chin.

Bi-Han just moans with satisfaction as his release keeps seeping from your hot mouth, his hips still as do your fingers, “fuck me, what was that?”

“A prostate massage,” you answer, pulling off his cock with an audible pop as you swallow down more of the cryomancer’s essence. You wipe your chin off and make a show of licking your finger clean watching Bi-Han’s lust-darkened eyes, you raise an eyebrow as you look down at his still-hard cock. “Someone’s not done apparently,” you comment gesturing to his huge dick.

“Well of course not, my girl hasn’t cum yet, I still have a job to do,” he growls before pouncing on you and pinning you down. The cryomancer all but rips your soaked panties off as he rubs the velvety head of his cock against your dripping walls.

“Fuck Bi-Han, please, I need to cum so bad, seeing you like that has me so turned on, you were so hot,” you babble as his dick slowly opens you up as his cock sinks into your tight pussy. You cry out loudly at the feeling of the cryomancer rearranging your insides to make room for his massive cock, it feels so good, the stretch and slight burn as he buries his cock inside you.

“Mmm fuck qin, you were made just for me weren’t you? You’re always so pretty and so wet for me, such a good little slut,” he growls possessively as he holds himself inside you balls deep letting you get used to his huge cock.

“Ahhh, Bi-Han please,” you whimper as he starts to move, the pressure in your stomach teetering on unbearable, you knew your little pregame session sucking his cock and finger fucking the cryomancer had turned you on, but you didn’t realize how much it had turned you on. One thrust from the cryomancer and you were practically seeing stars, you shout and throw your arms around him tangling your fingers in his loose hair.

“Hold on tight qin, I don’t feel like taking things slow tonight,” the cryomancer shoots you a smirk and all you can do is moan in response.

You cry out his name over and over as he begins to piston in and out of your tight, wet hole, everything feels too much all at once but perfect all at the same time. Each stroke of his cock drives deeper and deeper into your welcoming pussy as the fat head of his cock assaults your sweet spot. You’re dizzy and lightheaded within minutes and it had nothing to do with the alcohol you consumed, it was all from the cryomancer’s actions, the way his cock moved in and out of your body, the way his weight bore down on you, the way he claimed you as his own.

“Such a good little slut, whining and whimpering so prettily for me, you just love getting stuffed with my big cock don’t you? It’s what you were made for, taking my cock and only my cock, no one else gets to touch you qin, you’re mine,” the cryomancer growls, possession dripping from his words as his grip moves from your hips to press the undersides of your thighs towards your stomach.

“Only you Bi-Han, I’m only yours,” you cry out as the pressure becomes unbearable and heat pools in your stomach despite your body being chilled from the inside out. You cling to the cryomancer, trying to ground yourself but only wind up pulling his hair causing Bi-Han to let out a low, warning growl.

“Only I get to touch you, only I get to fuck you and only I get to paint that pretty little pussy white with my cum, but you’re such a little slut you love every minute of it don’t you,” Bi-Han continues, his words edging you closer and closer to your peak as his cock rams into your cervix over and over causing your entire body to tremble and shake in his grasp.

“Only you Bi-Han, oh fuck only you!” You cry out as your toes curl and the pressure bursts, you cry out his name shrilly as your head thrashes back and forth as your tongue lolls to the side as you cum hard around Bi-Han’s perfect cock. Stars burst before your eyes and pleasure floods your body as you shutter and heave below Bi-Han’s flawless, thrusting body.

Bi-Han groans deeply as he presses your thighs almost flush to your stomach, plowing in and out of your body with little regard for how oversensitive you were in this state, he was only concerned with his own orgasm. He keeps fucking you hard, pounding your cervix open with each thrust as he chases his high, loving the way you cry and tremble for him, “what a good little slut, such a good girl for me, I’ve going to fill you up with my cum now,” he grunts out in between gritted teeth as his hips start to falter and lose their rhythm. “Oh fuck, that’s it, that’s my good slut,” he lets out a low bellow as he stills inside you.

You cry and shake as the cryomancer’s final onslaught brings you to your peak once more, hot fat tears drip down your cheeks as he pushes you past reason. The sensation of Bi-Han’s cold viscous cum painting your walls white does you in, with a weak little sob of his name, you’re tumbling over the edge hurtling towards darkness as your orgasm consumes you.

Neither of you move for a while, you couldn’t even if you wanted as you’re trapped under the weight of the cryomancer as you finally regain consciousness. You whimper softly, unable to find your voice yet as you shiver with cold brought on by the cryomancer being buried deep inside you still.

Reluctantly the cryomancer finally rolls off you to the side of the bed, “fuck qin, that was, well that was something else alright.”

“That was so good,” you whisper, barely able to form coherent thoughts yet, “your cock is too good, I still feel drunk, but I don’t think it’s the liquor anymore,” you giggle softly as you grab one of the fur comforters from the bottom of the bed and roll up in it before slotting yourself next to Bi-Han, laying your head against his rock hard pecs.

“We should, uh maybe try that again sometime,” Bi-Han admits, his cheeks colored with a rosy shade of pink as he looks away not wanting to make eye contact.

“Anytime you want Polar Bear, anytime you want,” you agree and smile before slipping into a very deep and very restful sleep.

#mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #bi han x reader #sub zero x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #afab reader #kuai liang #tomas vrbada #nsft #ns/fw #thirsty #tw smut #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat fanfiction

[notsoattractivearenti]

Two and A Half Men (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader x Weston McKennie)

WC: 1.1K

Warnings: none

A/N: ok i'm not sure how to put it properly in the title without looking like a threesome group LMAO but in this fic Christian is reader's partner and Weston is both reader and Chris' best friend. and i'm aware Christian is holding a ball in the cover pic but imagine it’s a baby instead! this one is probably meh but i've been thinking about this idea all day and just had to write it down. hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

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“Knock knock… Can I come in?”

You see Weston’s head peeking through the slightly-opened door, respectfully waiting for you and Christian to let him in.

You wave your hand from the hospital bed to invite him to come inside. Wes carefully opens then closes the door, and quietly walks toward you. You see him bringing two bags of something in one of his hands but you can’t figure out whatever those may be.

“Hey, Y/N!” He gives you a big hug. “How are you feeling, my friend?”

“Hi Wes! Very exhausted, of course, but all good. Thanks for checking in.” You respond weakly.

“Oh I figured!” He laughs. “Christian told me you were in labor for almost 24 hours??? That’s wild! I don’t think I could be as strong as you were!”

You chuckle with a faint smile written on your face. You weren’t lying when you said you are very exhausted – it was a very long and painful process you had to go through to bring your child into the world. But no matter how insanely tiring the labor was, you loved every second of it and would do it all over again.

“Yeah… Wild indeed. Totally worth it, though.”

“By the way,” Weston hands you one of the bags he brought earlier, “I got you sushi. I know you love them and you couldn’t have even one during your pregnancy, so I believe you deserve some.”

“No way! Thank you Wes!” You excitedly unpack the bag and open one of the three boxes of sushi Weston gave you. You haven’t eaten one in nine months, and right now it’s like those delicious sushi are begging you to eat them right away – and obviously you can’t resist it.

“Ugh, sushi is overrated.” Christian scoffs.

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Christian just came back from changing your baby’s diaper in the other room. He is holding your little bundle of joy in his arms – since he was just born, Christian has already become so protective of him he didn’t want the baby to ever leave his arms.

“Hush, C, no one needs to hear your trashy opinion.” You playfully clap back at his statement.

Your banter cracks Weston up. He cackles and you both do a high five.

“Ha-ha! Burn bro!”

Christian squints and shakes his head. He is more than happy to know that his best pal and his life partner are best friends, but sometimes when you two “gang up” on him – which happens really often, because you both love to make fun of Christian together – he would feel so outnumbered and get quite annoyed by it.

“Hmm, I’m not loving this dynamic, you know.” Christian says sarcastically.

“Oh boohoo, don’t be so bitter, white man.” Weston mocks him in response.

“Anyway, what’s up, new dad!?” Weston greets Christian then does the usual handshake with him – but since Christian is currently holding your baby, they do the one-hand version of the handshake.

“Happier than ever bro! I’m living the dream!” Christian gushes. 

“Aww, congratulations my brother!” Weston excitedly pats Christian’s back.

Christian gently supports the baby's head and back with his hands then slightly lifts the baby closer to his face.

“Here, we want you to meet our son, Finley Mark Pulisic. You can call him Finn for short.” Christian officially introducing your little man to his best buddy.

Weston is immediately in awe of Finn. His eyes were instantly locked on the face of the cutest little human he has ever seen.

“Wow, dude, he is so precious…” Weston murmurs. “You’re so lucky. man”

“Yeah, I know.” Christian replies.

His eyes are also very much set on Finn, admiring how adorable his little one truly is. For him, “lucky” is an understatement. He feels like he has hit the jackpot with the family life he’s now living, and would not want to change even the littlest thing.

Weston feels the urge to caress Finn’s little chubby cheeks with his finger, but he doesn't want to cross any boundaries so he asks for Christian’s permission before doing anything.

“May I feel his cheeks?”

“Yeah, of course.” Christian allows him to do so.

Weston gently caresses Finn’s cheeks and his heart suddenly feels like it is exploding.

“Oh my God, why is he this soft!? These fluffy cheeks are to die for! He is so cute!” Weston just blurts his thoughts out.

You – who is currently busy eating sushi that Weston brought for you on the bed – laugh when you hear what Weston said. It is clear to you that he has become Finn’s number one fan.

“What can I say, I did make one hell of a cute baby.” You chime in.

“We. We made a cute baby.” Christian jokingly corrects you.

You roll your eyes, blow a raspberry at him, then continue eating.

“Yeah, no, Finn’s cuteness is definitely all Y/N. Like, one hundred percent Y/N.”

Of course Weston is taking your side, he just wants to get into Christian’s nerve.

“Yea, yea, yea, whatever.” Christian mutters.

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Christian’s arms get tired from carrying the baby for quite some time, so he puts Finn down on his crib next to your bed. At the same time, Weston feels like he is forgetting something, so he looks around and realizes he brought another takeout food for Christian. He quickly grabs the bag to hand it to Christian.

“Oh, Chris, I brought you some burritos,” Weston hands the other bag to Christian, “they are not from Chipotle, but you gotta eat, bro.”

Christian chortles.

“You don’t need to do that, but thanks a lot bro.”

“Anything for my favorite new parents.” Weston winks and funnily does the finger guns at us.

“You know what Chris? I just thought about this: now that you have a son, we’re like two and a half men. Like, you and I are the two and Finn is the half. How awesome is that?” Weston randomly tells Christian about this thought that crosses his mind.

You were listening to Weston’s random thoughts and already feeling left out – obviously you are not being serious – you voice your protest to him.

“Hey! What about me? Where am I fitting in on this scenario?”

“You will be the one who gave birth to the half man!” Weston laughs.

You’re confused as you don’t find that funny, but you think you should just play along.

“Eh,” you shrug, “whatever.”

“You two can raise Finn together then.” You acted upset.

“Y/N, please, don’t be mad…” Weston pretends to beg for your mercy.

“You and I both know anyone is better at parenting than Christian, right?”

“Come on guys,” Christian groans, “stop bullying me!”

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[deadpoolsoci3ty]

so you're the a (alastor x reader) ch 3

summary: Before I open my mouth to speak I know my voice will be shaky because as much as I don’t want to admit it, I was scared of him right now. “Death,” I said quickly, I wanted to get it over with.

“Delicious,” it didn’t even sound like a word more of a growl.

“Alalstor, I only tell you that because I don’t want to lie to you. Please don't use that against me,” I felt like I was already begging for my life even though he was just a voice inside the radio. But something in my gut told me that if Alastor really wanted to, he could take it from me.

word count: 1134

warnings: none

masterlist

(a/n i feel like y'all should know this started as a self insert so if there are specific aspects i apologize)

Chapter Three: sweets

Alastor and I had talked a handful of times since I began reading him Wuthering Heights, and were just about finished with the novel. I’ve gotten the chance to learn quite a bit about him. I know he killed people when he was alive and that is what got him down there. He assures me that he is not evil, and I try not to worry that he will kill me. I know he was very close to his mother when he was alive, and he loved her cooking. I know that he’s an ‘overlord’ in hell, whatever that means. Every session I have to stop myself from asking him what hell is like, but I was still itching to ask him. So, like I’ve done so many times before, I grab the radio and sit down on the couch with it. I turn the dials to his station and wait for a sign that he’s there and wants to talk. There’s only been one time that I’ve tried to talk to him and he wasn’t available. Quickly enough I hear his familiar static from the radio. “Hello, darling!~” As always, he seems to be excited to talk to me. 

“Hello Alastor, I hope you’re having a good day so far!” I found myself smiling like a schoolgirl because I was so excited to get to talk to him again.

“They always are when I get to talk to you!” Alastor had not let up on his flirting with me, but I always tried to brush him off because I didn’t want him to know how much control he already had over me. 

“Well, I asked the final question the last time we spoke, so it's your turn, Alastor,” I felt smug about getting him to go first, normally I do, but he lost track of himself last time, and I got the last question. 

“Okay, sweetheart, what is your biggest fear?” The question caught me off guard, so far he had only asked me questions about my life, how many siblings I had, what my family life is like, where I’m from, so on and so forth. I certainly didn’t want to tell him my biggest fear. My death is something he could use to his advantage. I think I paused too long for his liking because he started speaking again, “Darling, I truly hope you’re not thinking about lying to me…” His voice sounded different than any other time we’ve spoken. It was deep and filled me with a sense of dread. I was going to lie to him. Now, I’m not too sure I can. 

Before I open my mouth to speak I know my voice will be shaky because as much as I don’t want to admit it, I was scared of him right now. “Death,” I said quickly, I wanted to get it over with.

“Delicious,” it didn’t even sound like a word more of a growl. 

“Alalstor, I only tell you that because I don’t want to lie to you. Please don't use that against me,” I felt like I was already begging for my life even though he was just a voice inside the radio. But something in my gut told me that if Alastor really wanted to, he could take it from me. 

“I have no reason to use it against you, dear, but don’t give me one.” Most of our conversations this far have been unserious but right now I’m beginning to remember what Alastor actually is, a demon. And from what he’s told me, a very powerful one. 

“I won’t give you one, I promise,” what was I doing, making a promise with someone like Alastor.

“Excellent sweetheart!~” There he was, the chipper Alastor. Like nothing had happened.

“Okay…um, Alastor, what’s your favorite dessert?” for the record this was not a good question, but I was still stuck on our previous exchange.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m not a fan of sweets!” This guy keeps getting weirder and weirder.

“What do you mean you don’t like sweets? Sweets are the best food ever created!” As someone with the biggest sweet tooth, I couldn’t imagine someone not liking sweets at all.

“Ah ah ah, that's another question, I’ll answer it, but that means I get to ask two in a row as well!” At this moment I was not willing to argue with him. “I’ve just never been a fan, but I do believe they say opposites attract!” For the sake of my heart I was not going to overthink what he meant by that. 

“I simply cannot believe it, Alastor,” I joked with him, “I thought you had good taste!”

“Darling, I would never lie to you…” Okay I’m definitely not reading into that, he’s being a little flirt! He was just a disembodied voice, how could I be this attracted to him? “Now! Time for my next question. Have you ever been in love?” Here he goes again with the intense questions.

“Umm years ago when I was in high school, I think it was in love, but not since.” I really did not want to talk about this.

“What happened?” oh god of course he’d be nosey about this.

“Umm she was a friend of a friend and we got really close, but she lives far away so she didn’t want to continue. It was a long time ago, I’m more focused on my career and education now.” I’m rambling, but I really didn’t want to tell him about it. It was uncomfortable. One because who wants to talk about an ex with someone they like, and two because I really didn’t need to be any more vulnerable in front of him. 

“I’m all the way in hell, dear, and I’m not giving up anytime soon,” he was really going to need to cut it out with the flirting. 

“Well thank you Alastor.” I knew I had to respond and this is the best I could come up with at the moment. 

“Of course, love, Ithink the question segment of our talk is over, but I’m delighted to see what the next book you chose is!” 

“For your listening pleasure I have for you…” I was trying to build suspense and get a laugh out of him. I succeeded. “The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde!” I cracked open my copy of the novel and began reading. Once I was finished with the chapter, Alastor spoke first.

“Thank you again, my dear, I hate to go, but I must,” he sounded genuinely disappointed that he had to leave.

“I’ll tune in again soon, Alastor,” I wish I could talk to him all the time.

I hear his static fade away and I find myself alone in my quiet apartment missing the sound of Alastor’s voice. I need to think about what kind of deal I could make with him that wouldn’t completely ruin my life.

#alastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor imagine #alastor x reader #alastor x you #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor fic #hazbin fic #hazbin hotel fic

[myperfectfatdads]

Thanksgiving Dinner

As thanksgiving is right around the corner I’ve never seen why it’s so important I mean it’s just a holiday where people stuff their face with food. Personally I’ve never been an eater but at least I get to spend it with my friend Trey and Jake.

Everyone at school called us the gym bros which I mean there not wrong we are all like family to each other also we do go to the gym as much as we can together but we’re in college so there is a lot of work to do so we don’t have a much time anymore. But luckily we are all on break right now so we’re going up to Treys house to eat there. We decided that we just wanted it to be us three this year but none of us are cooks so Treys dad will also have to be there which is I’m fine he’s a good cook if he doesn’t eat it all he’s definitely not the slimmest guy definitely on the bigger side of people he would probably eat more than all of us combined. Arriving at Treys house it smells delicious inside the table is filled with all different types of food turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, etc.. after seeing all this stuff it almost makes me hungry. “Hey guys welcome make yourself at home the food will be ready soon” says Trey as he welcomes us in. “Thanks man good to be here any boy it sure smells good” says Jake. Yeah dude this is awesome. “Thanks here let’s go upstairs while my dad finishes up” says Trey. Heading upstairs you go into Treys bedroom. “Guys I got a surprise” says Trey as he bends down to open his mini fridge and pulls out a big six pack of beer. “Woah man how did you get your hands on those” says Jake. “From my dad he said that it’s ok to have a little fun” says Trey. “Bro is it ok if we turn on video games for a little before your dad calls us down” says Jake. “Man you know you don’t have to ask me twice” says Trey. After a while you hear Treys dad calling you guys down for dinner. As you walking into the kitchen your hit with all different types of smells all good. Trey with a six pack of beer in his hand plops it down on the table and stars to lay them out. This looks great thank you! “Yes of course anything for you boys also I’m going to eat with you of course” says Treys dad. As you sit down everyone starts to dig in. Everyone grabs a plate and starts to fill it up, sitting back down you notice that Treys plate has more stuff on it then his dads which is surprising because that man can eat. Jake’s plate is also looking really full for what he normally eats but you just shrug it off and dig in. You feel like your in a trans as normally you can’t eat much at all but all three of you boys go up for second and even thirds stuffing the plate to the max. All of cheers your beers together and chug, Trey and Jake were downing them like it was almost a competition, two beers then three and even four! After all of you stuff yourself to the brim you look over and see that Trey is looking a little bloated

I mean makes sense especially after the huge meal you just had but for some reason it looked off to you he seemed older. “BURPPPPPPPPPPP” Says Trey “Dude that was nasty you shook the whole house” says Jake. “Haha a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do” says Trey while patting his gut. Weird Trey never acts like this he always the one who is so strict about that stuff but here he is being a total slob. Treys dad seemed thankful that we all liked his meal so much he said he put all of his love into it and his special ingredient. All three of you guys prob yourself onto the coach all super full and exhausted. “Man this meal made me feel really old I mean super good I just feel super bloated and tired.” Says Jake. “It’s probably from all the turkey you are man” says Trey. “Yeah probably I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight” says Jake. Can I just crash at your place tonight dude I can sleep on the coach. “Yeah me too dude it would be a lifesaver” says Jake. “Of course, well I guess I have to ask my dad first, wait you know what I’m old enough to make this decision on my own and yes you can stay the night” says Trey. “Perfect, well on that note I call guest bed” says Jake. Fine bro I guess it got the coach then. “Dude even after this meal I still feel super stuffed I can feel my belly expanding” says Trey. “Haha same though I feel like I’m getting older the thing that kills me the most is my bad it’s been killing me since I can remember” says Trey. You have back problems dude you never told me before. “Well that’s what happens when you start to get old like me.” Says Trey. Well guys super fun night but I think I’m gonna go to be this turkey has made me super tired I don’t wanna pass out so goodnight boys. You sure your gonna go to bed dude it’s only eight. “Yeah burppppp it’s bed time for this old guy” says Jake. “I think ima crash too dude, we’ll see yeah goodnight.” Says Trey. You feel tired too so you decide to crash on the coach, normally it takes you a little to get to bed but tonight you were out right away. Waking up is super as you are still super tired also as you try to sit up you notice something is off, theres a huge gut in the way! That’s off normally your metabolism controls any food that you eat but for some reason it’s totally gone and you don’t just look big you look huge.

It’s hard as a rock as you start to panic you think to go and see Trey he will know what to do he’s always been more of the healthy guy. Walking into the living room you’re met with someone who looks just like Treys dad looking outside holding a cup of coffee as you approach him you ask if Trey is still asleep. “What do you mean is Trey still asleep I’m right here” says Trey as he slaps his hugs gut.

Bro you look like you 65 years old! “Your getting good at this game because I am 65 years old how could you forget that remember your only one year younger then me” says Trey. “Ah here comes Jake” says Trey. An old man walked into with room with a shirt that is so small for him it looks like it could ripe any second.

“Haha your beard is getting so big these days Jake I might as well call you Santa you sure got the belly for it” says Trey. “Yep and I sure am trying to keep it up, what’s for breakfast you know that I’m hungry” says Jake. “Well I was thinking leftovers we might as well have another feast” says Trey as he takes his last sip of coffee and then walks into the kitchen to start making breakfast. Now you remember you are staying a Treys house to have thanksgiving with him and Jake and you spent the night. All of you just retired and decided to celebrate it. Well you might as well celebrate it again because could sure eat a whole other feast right about now.

#dad bod #weight gain #balding #beer belly #beer bloat #burping #fat belly #hairy belly #fatty

[lilianade-comics]

With your new portal shenanigans Cheesemelt AU, I'm now picturing the "You exist to serve ME!" scene, except it's mid-to-late in the story... and Dani's the one who says it.

By this point Vlad's bonded with Dani and is working to keep her safe instead of hurt her. She's trying to attempt something really dangerous that she's certain will bring her to Danny, Vlad's trying to stop her because he's certain it won't work and could end up with her badly hurt or a ghost herself. And Dani's stressed and desperate, snaps, and spits out the line, shocking and hurting Vlad but, even moreso, shocking and scaring herself. One of those "Oh god, what am I doing" moments.

All this results in her panicking, possibly breaking the binding on Vlad, and booking it, because she's twelve and panicking. Cue Vlad having to accept that he actually does care for her even without being forced to do what she says, track her down, and insist on helping her anyway. Maybe he makes some excuse like, "If you die here you'll definitely become a ghost and then I'll be stuck with you forever," but in that special Vlad way where it's super obvious that he's lying.

Anyway! Just- love the new AU, it gave me Thoughts (obviously), thanks for all the delicious Cheesemelt content you've been making! ^U^

Ahh, thank you for the ask! I love your thought process here. I've had a thematic moment in mind that's quite similar to this! But first, some additional important context for the AU in question:

Vlad is a widely disliked, smarmy, ambitious independent warlord/general vampiric nuisance in the political landscape of the ghost realm. He's been vying for the title of Ghost King for ages, trying to get Pariah Dark and his court out of the picture so he can take the throne. It is the BIGGEST POSSIBLE blow to his enormous ego that he got himself bound to the will of a little girl and is being paraded around like her manservant. So he's trying to trick her into releasing him, trying to be unhelpful, trying to be mean, trying to do ANYTHING to get out of the situation with his reputation intact. He figures out pretty quickly that her brother is none other than a certain infamous pain-in-the-neck ghost boy, and just grits his fangs because at least if he's stuck with Dani, he'll learn where Danny's hideout is and can set fire to it. But at the same time, he's low key getting emotionally attached to Danielle because Vlad has no friends and is desperately lonely and hungry for attention.

Dani has been raised to believe that ghosts are untrustworthy, tricky beings (similar to how the fae are perceived in folklore), and doesn't think twice about proactively magically binding the first ghost who approaches her. She needs Vlad to help her find Danny and lead them both out of the ghost realm, and then he can go back to whatever nefarious activities he likes. He's not allowed to hurt or betray her while under contract, so she's not really worried about him (although, she was really hesitant to discard the blood blossoms she brought along. They guaranteed no ghosts could grab her, but they also made it impossible for Vlad to fly her anywhere her feet couldn't take her, so she had to get rid of them!)

Now Danny himself. He was around three when he fell into the ghost realm through a spirit ring drawn by his parents. It's been ten years since then. The way the ghost realm works here is that if a living person spends too long in it, they WILL become a ghost, i.e. they die prematurely. Crucially, Danielle doesn't know this. So Danny is fully a ghost by this point, doesn't really remember much of his life, and is playing a Peter Pan/Robin Hood role alongside his band of fellow child ghosts Ember, Poindexter, Youngblood, and Cujo. They're regularly causing mayhem for the oppressors of the realm, which prominently includes Pariah Dark and Vlad (Danny isn't a fan of either of them, and Vlad truly isn't sure if he's more annoyed by Pariah or Danny).

So! When this disheveled human girl comes rocking up to his secret hideout and tries desperately to convince him that she's his long lost twin sister here to bring him home, part of him is tempted to at least hear her out, but the other part that's backed up by his crew just knows this reeks of a trap set up by one of his enemies to lure him somewhere. ("seems like something Plasmius would do," says Ember). He ultimately tells a heartbroken Danielle to get lost because he can't take the risk just because he's curious.

Now we arrive at Dani's lowest moment. Her brother is a ghost, he doesn't want anything to do with her, and her entire quest is crumbling around her. She staggers back to wherever Vlad was waiting for her (and he isn't surprised she came back empty handed. He was, after all, already familiar with Danny.) Dani then has a complete breakdown! Because she's a child stuck in a different reality and her brother is dead and Vlad didn't tell her that he already knew. Vlad feels a little guilty, but his ego won't let him admit this, so he argues with her instead. How could this foolish child have possibly thought her insane quest would succeed? The odds were always against her and she never should have even tried something so pointless and dangerous.

Dani throws some iteration of the "I hate you/you exist to serve me" lines at him, shocking herself and REALLY making Vlad feel bad, and then she releases him from the binding and elects to find some way to convince Danny to listen to her on her own. Vlad looks visibly upset but is like "Fine! That's exactly what I wanted in the FIRST PLACE, stupid girl"

Vlad is happy to be free, but his emotional attachment to Danielle won't let him abandon her no matter how much he wants to, because her wellbeing matters to him, bizarrely. So he takes matters into his own hands.

He surprise "attacks" Danielle in front of Danny and co, dangling her by her ankle from high in the air and launches into a natural villain monologue about how well this pathetic girl did leading him directly to Danny Phantom, and how he doesn't need her anymore, and "Oh, Daniel, can you believe that your own sister came to me thinking I would help her find you? Using her was so easy." and then he drops her so Danny can catch her.

A fight ensues, Vlad makes a swift and flashy exit, but not before exchanging a knowing glance with a shocked Dani, who now understands that Vlad just secured her Danny's goodwill in the only way he could; by being a villain.

There's more to this AU, but that's a pretty significant moment in it! Thank you for sending me your thoughts, I love when people interact with my silly AU ideas and come up with cool ideas for them!!! <3

#danny phantom #asks #cheese melt

[teaberrii]

Chapter Eighteen: The Mistakes We Make

Alhaitham has the looks and the smarts. He will also be the stand-in CEO for his grandfather's company for a year.

But, he's been mysteriously cursed to turn into a cat every night since his eighteenth birthday… until he meets you, an employee at his grandfather's company, who rescues him as a cat and changes him back with one kiss.

Alhaitham/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on AO3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

Alhaitham isn't beside you when you wake up the next morning. However, the delicious smell from the kitchen tells you exactly where your boyfriend is. When you get there, you see him making breakfast. Alhaitham is so focused on the food that he doesn't notice you standing at the kitchen door.

“Need some help, handsome?”

Alhaitham smiles. “A kiss for the chef sounds good.” So, you walk up and give him a quick peck on the lips. Then, he chuckles. “I wasn't expecting you to get up so early."

"Was this supposed to be a surprise?"

Alhaitham kisses your head. "You were supposed to wake up when I brought you your breakfast in bed.”

You laugh. “Oh, so I guess I ruined it, huh?”

Alhaitham sighs a little dramatically. “I’ll have to work faster next time.”

You eventually head back to your place for a quick shower. When you return to Alhaitham’s apartment, you see the table set and your breakfast ready for you on the table. As you and Alhaitham eat together, he tells you about the conversation with Thoma at the police station in detail.

"That reporter is out of his mind," you mutter. "That aside... I can't believe Thoma still hasn't told Ayato about what really happened. Maybe there's a possibility that love doesn’t have anything to do with the curse. Could the secret be enough to break it?" 

“Assuming that a secret can break the curse”—Alhaitham looks you in the eyes—“would that mean there’s one between us?”

You put your elbows on the table and stare at him. "It's time to spill the beans, Catman. What are you hiding from me?"

Alhaitham chuckles. “I… don’t think I’m hiding anything.” 

“No secrets?”

“None.” He leans closer. “What would you like to know?”

“...Well, what about your parents? You know about mine, but I don’t know much about yours.”

“Well, as you know, both of them are still overseas,” Alhaitham says. “They used to come and go, but they moved permanently when my mother got a promotion."

"You didn't want to go with them?"

"I was still building a career at Akademiya then. It wouldn't have made sense for me to move and start fresh when everything was going well for me here."

You nod. "How long have they been abroad?"

"At least four years now." Alhaitham slightly smiles. "My parents are very career-oriented people… and they didn't want children."

“...Really? What made them change their minds?”

“They came to a compromise with my grandfather. He was the one who wanted them to have three children, but they settled on one.”

"I guess it's good they came to a compromise."

"I thought so, too. But... there are some things that I don't believe should be compromised. They were away a lot, and it was not until I was older that I got to spend more time with them. But even then, I never thought it was enough."

"...You must've been lonely."

"...Which is why, despite what I might say, I am thankful to Kaveh."

You smile. "Well, your parents must have incredible parenting skills. Or"—you chuckle—"are you a result of Kaveh's efforts?"

"No," Alhaitham says flatly, and you laugh. "Raising children is in a league of its own.”

“I’ll say.” You look at Alhaitham. “Since we’re on this topic… have you thought about having kids and starting a family after things didn’t work out with your ex?”

“I haven’t seriously thought about it,” Alhaitham admits. “But, this decision isn’t mine alone.” He looks you in the eyes. “It would be ours.”

“I think you know my answer."

Alhaitham smiles. "Then, you should know mine. I chose you for you, not because of anything else."

You laugh. “As romantic as that may sound, it seems like the curse chose me for you.”

“It was because of it that I met you. Perhaps we would’ve met under different circumstances, but surely our fated meeting is one for the books.”

“Oh, definitely. A clueless, defenceless woman kisses an innocent cat who turns into a shirtless, handsome man on your bed. What a fantasy.”

Alhaitham slightly raises a brow. “You thought I was handsome when we first met?”

“Erm… well…”

His smile turns into a slight smirk. “Because I thought you were attractive.”

You almost spit out your water. So, in other words, he thought you were hot. “Riiight. Me in pyjamas and holding a slipper, ready to end your life. Very attractive.”

“Beauty is subjective, is it not?”

“We’re getting off-topic, sir.”

“Pardon me. Shall we get back on track?”

You clear your throat. “Well… I can’t think of anything else I’d like to know.”

“...Then, may I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

“...May I know about your ex?”

Ah.

“What would you like to know?” you ask.

“Was he an inspiration for the initial relationship between the characters in Love in the Spotlight?”

Well, that’s one question you definitely aren’t expecting, but you welcome the thoughtfulness.

“You’re very observant,” you say, crossing one leg over the other. “You’re right.”

“...What was the story behind it?”

You smile slightly. "If I'm going to talk about him, I should start even before we got together since… that's where the true inspiration for the characters began."

Alhaitham nods.

“...Because of what my mother was going through after my father’s death, she didn’t have the energy to really look after me when I was young. And... if only I was more mature, I wouldn't have made such stupid decisions."

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself,” Alhaitham says. “We were all young once.”

"I suppose... but I was in a different league." You force a little smile. "I started getting influenced by a lot of the shows and movies I watched. This would’ve been okay… if I could distinguish fantasy from reality. You can’t achieve anything by luck alone. Boys aren’t going to like you because you act cute or you have a ditzy personality. Not the good ones, anyway.

“I used to think that if I acted like the main characters I saw on TV, my life would be like theirs. Things would just fall into place for me at the end. My friends would always be there for me. I would get the guy at the end. It took a hard slap to the face for me to realize that is definitely not the case." You sigh. "I was the one who liked my ex first. He was popular, and I was a quiet bookworm, I guess. And, well, you know how the story goes in dramas… but… reality was much different.” A small pause. “He took advantage of me.”

“...Don’t tell me he—”

“It… wasn’t like that,” you say quietly. “Not exactly, at least.” You take a small breath. “At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but… in a little under a year, he started to change. I kept making excuses for him since I thought things would work out in the end until...

“...Until?”

You stiffen.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

When your boyfriend had said he wanted you to come to hang out at his house, you weren’t expecting him to suddenly lock the door.

His predatory red eyes landed on you. “There’s a reason I called you here, babe.”

“I thought we were just going to hang out and grab some food.”

He rolled his eyes, but his smile quickly returned. As he walked toward you, your mind was telling you to run, but there was still a small part of you that kept giving him the benefit of the doubt. 

“It’s been a while since we last had sex, don’t you think?” His touch on your cheek made you step back. He slightly pouted. “You don’t want to?”

No, you didn’t. Not now, at least.

“...I’m sorry I haven’t been answering your messages," he continued. "You know that I’ve been busy with that internship I told you about. It’s competitive out there.” He took another step. “We finally have some alone time.” When you still said nothing, he sighed. “Okay, fine. I’m not going to force you.”

“...Are you upset?” you asked as he turned around.

He looked over his shoulder. “Of course I am. The one chance I get to spend some quality time with my girlfriend, and… she rejects me.” He turned around and gave you a sad, little smile. "I really missed you, you know. I always thought about you when things got rough at work. I managed to endure whatever came at me."

After a small silence, you asked, “Will… will it be quick?”

The small smirk was gone as quickly as it came. "...Of course, babe."

To this day, you still can’t believe how stupid you were. 

“It… wasn’t even me who made the decision to break up with him,” you say. “It was when I met Dehya. She was the one who really snapped me out of it.”

“...Was this also when you met Candace?”

You nod. “I was quite surprised they gave me such serious but harsh advice. It felt like a slap to the face, but it was awfully refreshing since all I’ve ever gotten from my friends were half-hearted talks.”

“It's very important to have good people around you, especially when you’re young.”

“Agreed. It was also after the breakup that my mother and I finally got our lives back on track.”

“Was this also why you got into screenwriting? To create good role models for young women?”

“Yes. It wasn’t until I got out of that relationship that I started piecing together why I made the decisions that I did." 

“It’s an inspiring story," Alhaitham says with a small smile. "You really turned a terrible experience into something positive. Not everyone can do that.”

You smile back. “At least I got good money out of it.”

Alhaitham chuckles. “That is also another way to look at it.”

◆◆◆

Even though it’s the weekend, Childe is driving to work on a shoot with Ayato. However, Childe can’t stop thinking about the conversation with you. Familial love. Will that really break his curse? But why would it start now? Since that day, he still hasn’t spoken to his parents. His mother also stopped trying to contact him. Childe sighs as he remembers what he said to her that night.

“I don’t need parents like you.”

They have their fair share of problems, but Childe has never said something that harsh. Is that what triggered it? That one sentence?

Childe’s phone goes off, and just as the car rolls to a stop at a red light, he pulls it out and sees it’s an update from his colleague at work. Then, he looks down and sees the conversation between him and Lumine from yesterday night.

There’s something I want to show you.

He doesn't want to overthink anymore. If this curse brought you and Alhaitham together, maybe it would be the same for him.

Childe pulls into the parking lot and sees some of his colleagues sitting with a bunch of camera equipment.

It looks like Ayato isn’t here yet.

Childe parks the car and gets out. As he walks towards his colleagues, he’s about to say hi when he overhears a bit of their conversation.

“I’ve been thinking about that, too! Is it really true that Ayato’s been turning down lead roles? Why would he do that?”

“Who knows? Maybe he doesn’t have the confidence for one. All he’s been doing are minor roles and commercials, anyway. He doesn’t have a lot of experience.”

“But he has the looks. I’ve seen the comments online. A lot of his fans want him in a lead role.”

"Yeah, well, looks can only get you so far. If he doesn't get a better role soon, he's digging himself into a rut, in my opinion."

“Hey.” His colleagues turn around and see Childe smiling at them. “Ayato will be here soon. Shouldn’t we get ready?”

“...Ah, yeah.”

Childe slides a hand inside his pocket. People are so quick to judge when it's not their problem.

◆◆◆

Lumine blinks once. Twice. Three times.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” Aether asks.

“Why… are you dressed like that?”

“Dressed like what?”

It’s the first time Lumine is seeing his brother dressed so… nicely. Fashionable almost. She has only seen him wear the same three types of casual shirts. But this time, he’s in a tight-fitting white shirt and a black street jacket.

“Are you going somewhere?” Lumine asks.

“...No.”

Lumine rolls her eyes. “You suck at lying, you know.” She leans against the doorframe and crosses her arms. “Is it Ayaka? Are you taking her on a date?”

“What! No! I—”

“You’re blushing!”

Aether quickly covers his cheeks with his hands. “No, I’m not!”

Lumine sighs. “Alright, lover boy, just make sure to have her back at a reasonable time.”

“Are you her mom?”

“She just got out of the hospital, didn’t she?”

“I know, I know. Don’t worry. I’ll keep her safe.”

“...Why do I sense it’ll be the other way around. But okay.”

As Aether puts on his shoes, he says, “I saw you working on something the other night. What was it? It looked pretty interesting.”

Lumine still hasn’t told anyone that she accepted her teacher’s offer on the competition, but while she’s been constantly drawing, she’s been throwing away all of her designs. None of them felt right.

“It’s nothing,” she says. “I’ve just been drawing in my free time.”

Aether stands and frowns. “You say I’m bad at lying, but you’re the same. What’s going on?”

“If I tell you now, you’re going to be late for your date. You wouldn’t want to make a bad impression.”

“...Fine. I don't know what's going on, but I still want to say this."

"I'm listening."

"You're a perfectionist. Stop being so hard on yourself." 

Lumine chuckles. “Didn’t expect to hear such wise words from you, Aether.”

“I try to make you feel better, and here you are making me feel like an idiot.”

“No, no! That’s not what I meant!”

Aether smiles and opens the door. “Well, see ya!”

Once Aether leaves, Lumine walks back to her room. Maybe it won’t hurt to get some advice from others about what she has so far. Her mother is out with friends for the day. You’re probably spending the day with Alhaitham. Then, she thinks of Kaeya and Childe. Kaeya’s in a similar field, so of course it won’t hurt to get feedback from him but…

Lumine opens her phone and sees her conversation with Childe from yesterday night.

Childe: I already told your sister you’re coming with me to Zhongli’s wedding… so no take-backs. (¬‿¬)

You’re not five years old.

Childe: Always a kid at heart.

Their conversation goes on for a little while before Childe brings up another strange question.

Childe: …If I told you people can turn into cats, would you believe me?

Are you drunk?

Childe: I’m not. 100% sober.

That just makes it even more suspicious, but okay.

Childe: There’s something I want to show you.

Well, whatever Childe wants to show her, it apparently has to wait until the evening. Lumine puts her phone away and turns on her computer. Hopefully, drawing will take her mind off things.

◆◆◆

“Aether!”

Aether immediately gets up when he sees Ayaka running toward him. It’s his first time seeing her in something other than a hospital gown, and he can already hear his heart hammering in his chest.

“Did you wait long?” she asks.

“Nah, just got here!”

Well, he got here fifteen minutes early, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“So, um, my sister might have found out that we’re together today,” Aether says.

“My brother found out, too.”

“Really? And he doesn’t mind?”

“I don’t think so. He just told me to be careful.”

“Hopefully, that wasn’t about me,” Aether jokes.

Ayaka smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “No, it wasn’t. Don’t worry.”

“Is something wrong?”

“...Ah, it’s nothing. I just think he worries a little too much.”

Aether almost takes her hand but stops himself before doing so. “It might be because you just got out.” He scratches his head. “If my sisters were in the same situation, I probably would be, too.”

“I told him I'll be careful. It’s just… I wish he didn’t treat me like I was going to break.”

“You’re going out?”

“It’s only for a little while,” Ayaka said, putting her little messenger bag over her head. “I’ll be with Aether.”

“Where is he taking you?”

Ayaka turned around. “...The amusement park.”

“...Amusement park? It’s only been a few days since you got discharged. It’s a little fast to be going somewhere like that, don’t you think?”

“I’ll be fine. I have my medication with me, and the doctors said it’s fine if I do some light exercise.”

Ayato crossed his arms. “Going to the amusement park seems a little much if all you want is some light exercise.”

Ayaka frowned. “I’ve been sitting at home for the past few days.”

“School starts for you soon. You—”

“I know,” Ayaka said, sounding more peeved than she actually is. “So, I want to go out and have some fun with a friend. Is that too much to ask?”

Once they got their tickets and enter the amusement park, Aether hears someone call Ayaka’s name. However, Ayaka doesn’t look too happy.

“What are you doing here?” one of the girls exclaims.

The other girl looks at Aether. “Who’s he?”

“My friend,” Ayaka answers.

“Why’d you bring her to a place like this?”

Aether is a little baffled at the question. What is that supposed to mean?

“Don’t you know she has heart problems?”

Aether frowns. “And are you telling me this because you’re worried about her or what?”

Now, it’s time for the girls to look baffled.

“Of… of course we’re worried.”

“Well, that isn’t what it sounds like,” Aether says flatly. He takes Ayaka’s hand and looks at her. “Let’s go.”

Aether doesn’t know he’s still holding her hand until Ayaka stops him a distance away. Then, he quickly pulls his hand back and awkwardly looks away.

“I never expected you’d do something like that,” Ayaka says.

“...Kinda out of character, huh?” Aether sighs. “Maybe it’s just me, but I didn’t get a good vibe from them. Who were they, anyway?”

“...My classmates.” Ayaka smiles at him. “Let’s forget about them. We came here to have fun.”

Aether smiles back. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Then, she surprisingly takes his hand.

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“...And cut!”

There’s a collective sigh as everyone starts to relax. 

“Great work, everyone!”

It's nearly late afternoon when filming finally wraps up and the crew starts putting away the equipment. Childe is helping out when he suddenly hears, "Need some help?"

He looks over his shoulder and sees Ayato. “You’re the star of the show. I couldn’t ask you to do something like this, can I?”

“Oh, but you can. I don't mind doing some manual labour.”

So, Ayato starts helping Childe put away the camera equipment. 

“...By the way,” Childe begins quietly, “What do you think about the theory that love might be the key to breaking our curse?”

Ayato doesn’t want to admit that he’s been doing a little self-reflection since the argument with Thoma. Is Ayato using his curse as an excuse? He isn’t, right?

“...Who knows?”

“Sounds like you don’t wish that’s the case.”

Ayato folds a stand together and hands it to him. “It’s very abstract,” he says. “...It’s not really clear what we should do.”

“I see your point.”

“...But then again…” Childe turns to him just as Ayato says, “Perhaps this is what it’s meant to be."

"Well, if you ask me, I think I'd like a curse that comes with a grimoire."

Then, Ayato’s phone suddenly goes off. As Childe turns away to finish packing the rest of the equipment, he suddenly hears Ayato say, “I’ll be right there.”

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s Ayaka,” Ayato says urgently. “She’s in the hospital."

Chapter Nineteen

End notes: The ex will make an appearance soon... any guesses? It's a Genshin character XD

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[to-the-stars8]

Learning to Love Slowly

Jason Todd x Reader All Chapters AO3 A/N; Hey guys just a little heads up this is just a bit late, but I do plan on updating LTLS on Mondays along with Affairs and Letters. Think of Mondays as Jason Todd Days lol

36- Thanksgiving and Shut Up Tim

Thanksgiving at Wayne Manor was like the epitome of the cheesy quality, a family-bonding autumn aesthetic that could only be seen in a Hallmark preview. You expected the exact opposite due to the internal friction that you heard of, but the only kind of chaos you witnessed was family competition at some games they had come up with. Jason had assigned himself to the kitchen by Alfred’s side, and you were torn to join him or his siblings in their shenanigans. When you realized that it would be a bit difficult to participate in vigilante games, you followed Jay into the kitchen. 

And you were extremely happy about it. 

You always appreciated Alfred and Jason’s company and being there to help just felt right. As you peeled the potatoes you three talked about what your plans were for the holidays, throwing back and forth ideas for gifts. Jason seemed more relaxed than usual being in the place he knew best. The crease in his brow was gone and his jaw unclenched as he navigated the kitchen with ease along with Alfred. You found it a bit amusing the way he quickly took up after Alfred, in some moments moving exactly the same he did. You knew it must have come from years of learning from him. 

Alfred suddenly called you over to the stove. “Will you watch this for a few minutes while I run to make sure the table is set correctly? Bruce isn’t good in the kitchen, and I very much doubt his skills at setting the table as a result of that.”

“Oh,” You looked down at the simmering pot of something that smelled delicious. “Um, okay.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll watch you,” Jason remarked with a chuckle. 

You stared aimlessly at the stove, not sure what you were supposed to be watching for or how to make sure it wasn’t burning. Then, your eyes wandered over to Jason. It was hard to not stare at him because he was, in fact, insanely handsome. When he caught the stare you didn’t even try to hide, and he could only reciprocate with a little kiss on your lips. It was brief because, unless there was a strange man harassing you, Jason rarely displayed affection around his family or strangers. 

You didn’t mind, though, because the kisses he left on your lips could be felt for hours.  

It was nice being there with Jason in comfortable silence, something the two of you cherished. Then, that tacked along with the feeling of just being at home made you feel fluffy, almost like you had just crawled in a big blanket next to the fire after being out in the snow. 

“What plans do you have for the holidays?” Jason asked after a few more minutes. 

You ran through what you could have planned, but none of them solid enough to say. “I don’t know. Final exams are really the only thing on my mind right now.”

“Oh,” Jason said. You wondered for a second if that was a bad subject to bring up as he had once before expressed his desire to go to school but never could due to his duties as a vigilante. Then, he continued. “Do you need help studying for anything?”

You smiled down at the simmering pot. “No, I should be okay. I’m kind of studied out for now. I do need your help with something since we’re on the topic.”

“Anything,” He reached up to caress your cheek. “I’ll help you with it.”

The declaration sounded so sure and true that it made your heart flutter. In response, you leaned up to peck him on the lips. The two of you were so close to kissing, but were cut off by a loud, “Oh my God, they’re making out over our Thanksgiving dinner.” 

Jason’s face flushed red along with your’s and the two of you turned to see Stephanie and Tim standing in the kitchen doorway. You backed off Jason and shamefully looked back down at the pot while he told them to fuck off. 

“Leave them alone,” Dick said as he rounded the corner into the kitchen. “Can’t you tell they’re in love?” 

Jason rolled his eyes, but you were glad he didn’t deny it. You greeted the three of them as they started to crowd over the two of you to see what was going on. 

“What the hell is that,” Tim asked, leaning over to look into the pot. 

“I don’t know,” You said then asked. “I thought you guys were playing Jenga in the living room?”

Stephanie grimaced as she sat at the island. “Dick got too caught up in it. Bruce told us to quit before we ended up having a totally silent dinner.”

Dick shamefully said, “I love Jenga.”

Jason’s laugh was quick and taut, mumbling under his breath that he knew all too well how Dick got with the game. You pushed Tim’s face away from the hot food, before handing him the potato peeler. 

“If you’re gonna be in here, at least make yourself useful,” You then turned back to Jason to whisper, “About what I need your help with—”

“Jason, do you know what our wonderful friend here is doing for the holidays?” Dick intercepted, leaning up against Jason’s back. “Can she spend them with us?”

“Dick,” Jay warned. 

Tim piped up from his spot, potato peeler still in hand. “Yeah, Dick, shut the fuck up. They’re gonna be making out all over our Christmas food next.”

“Shut up, Tim,” Dick said. 

He gasped, feigning offense, before averting his attention to Stephanie. Dick rolled his eyes and then asked you what your plans were for the holidays, and you only told him what you said to Jason earlier. All the while, Jason remained quiet, looking down at his sliced carrots with a sense of extreme intent. 

Dick went back and forth with Tim and Stephanie before Alfred entered the kitchen. He ordered all of them out, stating that none of them had any right to be in the kitchen if they were just going to distract you and Jay. As Alfred took his place back at the stove, you returned to your duty as a resident potato peeler, but this time Jay moved over to you. 

He didn’t say anything and remained quiet for the rest of the time the three of you cooked. It worried you a bit, about his quietness, but thought it best to not say anything until later. 

--

The table was set beautifully, and, from what Alfred told you, was all fixed by him. Apparently, Mr. Wayne had done such a bad job that he had to do it all over again with the help of Duke and Kate. As he told you this, Bruce sat at the head of the table like a reprimanded toddler put into the corner. That didn’t sway the joy of the dinner, though, and everyone talked with utter happiness. 

You’d never been to such a big Thanksgiving before, but you loved how warm it all felt. There were multiple conversations going on at once with different people, but you managed to work through a bit of them. After a little while, you noticed Jason had been quiet again. Not that he had been talking much throughout the evening anyway. 

You leaned over to whisper, “Everything okay?”

It was at your words he smiled. “Yeah, just thinking.”

“About me, I hope,” You grinned. Under the table, his hand slid over to yours. 

“You’re very distracting, just so you know.” You were about to turn away when he asked, “What was it you wanted help with earlier?”

You looked between him and everyone else, before leaning closer, “Well, let me start by telling you I think I know what I’m doing over the holidays.”

“Oh?”

“I think I’d like to spend it with you. If you want—”

Jason nodded, eyes meeting yours. “Of course I do. That’s what I’ve been thinking about all day.”

“I’m glad about it. Now, what I wanted your help with,” You lowered your voice even more. “I was wondering if you could possibly help me find some gifts for your family. Something they all would like.”

“Wow,” Jason said, laughing a little. “I’m regretting saying I’d help you with anything now because that’s near impossible.”

And yet, you still wanted to do all of it.

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[fangbangerghoul]

Snippet Sunday!

Thank you as always for the lovely tag @therealgchu ! I loved your snippet and all the ones I've been able to catch so far!

I know since it is later in the day everyone is probably tagged already so if you see this; You're it!

This snippet is going to be a part of the FINAL chapter of Fleeting Pleasures!

This scene is in Delgado's POV. I can at least tell you that within this chapter you will have three different point of views. (I am sure you can guess who.)

I had a lovely time this past weekend and unfortunately none of that time was spent writing really. But the break was nice, and I am hoping soon I will have deliciousness ready to server to you all! As always thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and leaving kudos for this fic! It has helped make the journey all the sweeter.

Please enjoy!

He had waited long enough, been patient long enough, and there was an eager need waiting inside of him. He had let her disobedience slide the first time even though he knew what that would look like from an outside’s perspective. Delgado needed her to trust him. To want to cooperate for his legacy plans.

Ghoul – no Carmilla was skilled, durable, stubborn yes, but where other rooks had lacked beforehand, she persevered. He considered what a one-on-one match would be like between the two of them often and a part of him knew she would most likely best him no matter how ruthless he let himself be. One thing he recognized as soon as he laid eyes on her, traitor or not, was she had unbreakable willpower. The will to do whatever it took to get her where she wanted to be. Therefore, he needed her to want to be beside him whatever it took. Was it love? No. But a faux love was something he was willing to play around with if it persuaded her his way. The Crimson Fleet would always be his first but perhaps he could spare some room for a second.

The door to the command center opened from below and there she was, finally. The sound of her boots echoed throughout the room announcing her presence purposely. He knew she could move quieter than that. Her citrine eyes searched the dim room, observing every minute detail that she could absorb. Another talent he appreciated about her.

“You finally graced me with your presences, mi bellaquito.” He said loudly, purposely giving her his whereabouts, knowing her ears would lead her piercing gaze to him. Those eyes as cold as the gems that lay wait within dark caves on artic worlds.

“I heard you missed me.” Ghoul’s quip was followed by a sly smirk, giving away her amusement.

“Don’t get full of yourself now.” He tried to refrain from letting his own amusement show on his face even if his playful tone slipped. She always had an ego; it didn’t help that he had sent his own extra hands to fetch her. He started his way towards her feeling the pull of her gravity bring him in. Something he disliked but acknowledged that it was that type of presence that he needed for his mission.  

“What did you want from me?” Her face was now strewn from annoyance as if he was the one pestering her. He let her forget once who was boss, but he didn’t plan to make a habit out of it.  

“Tsk tsk tsk.” He wagged his gloved finger at her and shook his head. Refusing to give a real answer to her question. “I am the only one allowed to demand answers here. Like where the hell have you been so long?”

“A little bit of everywhere. Do you want to know specifics? I got the Fleet some credits and myself in the process.” Her answers were kept just as vague, and it got under his skin. Delgado saw how she bit her lip before answering. She was holding back what she really wanted to say and he wondered what it was. She was obviously going to be a handful during this meeting of theirs just by the way she stood, arms crossed as if ready to throw a tantrum.

He finally stopped in front of her, holding his breath and his temper back as much as he could. She riled him more than most. He centered his gaze onto her, tempting her to talk back again but instead he responded with a snap.

“Do you think this is a game, Rook?” He felt his nostrils flare with the hiss of his words. Her smirk was no longer amusing, his patience no longer forgiving. A part of him considered just throwing her out of an airlock and find someone else. It was making him lose his own focus. “You should be thanking me every day that you wake up breathing because I could have just as easily put a bullet in your head.”

He felt the high tension between them, their locked gazes a part of their game set in motion. He wanted her to drop the act. Delgado knew even if it wasn’t entirely intimate there was chemistry between them. He wanted her to submit with consent but with her it so far had never been that easy.

“Thank you, Delgado.” His name playfully fell off her tongue with such rebellion. Her thanks was not a real thanks but a proclamation of how she refused to give in so easy.  Something he both admired and loathed.

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[gabessquishytum]

more trans hob period sex thoughts, this time featuring the corinthian because i think it could be very funny. so! newly remade corinthian gets his first unchaperoned trip back to the waking as a reward for good behaviour, and he decides that the best use of the opportunity is definitely to go see his immortal fuckbuddy. and hob's thrilled to see him, he was... admittedly kind of worried about how long it had been since he'd seen him? but also dream's back and coming by more often and it's got hob absolutely desperate to get his back blown out, thanks. and he's even on his period, which always makes cori go absolutely wild(er than usual).

this time's no exception, hob tries for a bit of small talk but the second cori gets a good smell of him hob's in bed on his back with cori between his legs. no complaints from hob! at least not until there's a knock on his door.

because dream's been keeping an eye on the corinthian, naturally, and he's... a little worried and a lot confused about why his nightmare would go straight to hob when as far as dream knows, they've never met. so he goes to check, the corinthian can tell it's dream at the door and he's throughly annoyed about it, hob does not know it's dream and a minute after cori storms out of the bedroom hob's brain comes back online and realizes. fuck. answering the door with a face covered in blood. not ideal.

the corinthian very nearly gets unmade again when he answered the door covered in blood. it... doesn't exactly help when hob staggers out of the bedroom, boxers hasilty pulled on and not doing much to hide the bloody fingerprints all over his thighs and belly.

hob does manage to talk dream down. eventually. and then has to explain that yes, cori was welcome here. no, it wasn't the first time. hey what do you mean he's a nightmare. ("robbie, baby, you didn't think i was human, did you?" "what the fuck, of course i didn't, i'm not an idiot. i figured you were a vampire! you show up at night and i've never seen your eyes and you're obsessed with blood i think vampire was a reasonable assumption!?")

something something the corinthian takes off his glasses, hob remembers that he's still horny and hey he's actually more horny now, dream gets invited to join in, and hob learns that at just the right angle, cori can eat hob out and get one of his eye-mouths on his clit at the same time. which should probably be very very terrifying but actually just makes hob come so hard he blacks out for a second.

-🐈‍⬛

VERY amused and horny about this. I love the Corinthian just simply not realising The Implications of answering the door with his mouth covered in blood. Like, baby boy, even if it WASN'T Dream on the other side, you're gonna arouse one or two suspicions.

Also LOVE Dream lowkey going into suspicious parent mode when he sees Cori showing up at Hob’s place. He's trying not think the worst but the Corinthian is still very much a nightmare and it's not beyond the realms of possibility to imagine him targeting Dream’s literal only friend.

Meanwhile: Hob is just very tired and horny and he was really hoping for an orgasm or two, not a supernatural slanging match on his doorstep. He tells Dream and Cori that they can both come in and make him cum, or they can bugger off somewhere else.

They're both sensible enough to do as Hob says. They can both smell the blood and Hob’s other fluids twining together to make the most delicious scent, and eating him out sounds like the best idea right now.

Hob gets Dream’s lovely, big satisfying cock in his arse while Cori absolutely devours his cunt with all three mouths. He feels so full, like the empty crampy place inside has been perfectly filled up. And he's obsessed with the new sensation of Cori's two tiny tongues licking his clit and labia. He's got his hand tangled in Cori's hair while Dream gently bounces him up and down on his cock, and none of them can stop making noises of pure delight. Cori hasnt had such a good meal since he's been on probation in the dreaming, and he cums untouched purely from the taste of Hob’s cunt.

Hob promptly falls asleep when they're finished with him, and Dream and Cori can't exactly leave (they're being forcibly cuddled by their favourite human, what are they supposed to do?!), and they don't feel like fighting anymore... seems like a good idea to collaborate and see if they can make Hob cum in his sleep, right?

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[oneatlatime]

The King of Omashu

I confess I've already taken to skipping through the intro. I wonder what I'll do with the whole 45 seconds that saves me.

Why wear one tie when you could wear three? Actually I learned a couple of days ago (thanks to *gasp* a follower! Never thought I'd have those!) that Katara's hairstyle is an authentically Inuit thing, so maybe Sokka's triple tie is too? Then again, boomerang isn't.

Not subtle. Still gorgeous.

The cart! Maybe the cabbages were rotten, but the cart was fine!

This guard has absolutely massive hands. Also props to Katara for getting that mouthful of a cover name out on the first try. Do you think they rehearsed?

Nice to see bending used for something other than fighting. Also, I would have ridden the hell out of those slides.

It does not take a mad genius to figure out that slides are for sliding.

Are we sure that's the most efficient way to package spears?

Oh my god these poor kids have no tailbones left. Their spines!

This guy restocked fast.

This whole set piece with the slides is really fun. I love the music, and the timing on the jokes is great.

SPINES!

"Malicious destruction of cabbages." The throwaway lines in this show are great. How did they determine intent?

Look, none of you have room to talk. Maybe the king is weird, but you all just went on a city-wide destruction spree. You're lucky his crown is crooked.

I like whoever is the King's voice actor. He reminds me of Dudley Moore. Dating myself a bit there. Also this is totally Aang's friend but old. And I'm not even going to try to spell his name until I've seen the credits, given my previous track record with spelling.

I like the guards' hats. They look cozy.

And the king gets it first try too! Pippinpadolopsicopoulos? My best guess.

I think he can keep you here Katara. You're not the one with spears. And he's also the king.

This king is living his best life. Feasts, mindgames, renovations. And fashion!

All of Momo's noises in this whole sequence are so expressive.

Never before have I seen a butt convey such disappointment and resignation.

So did they leave Momo in the wall?

Creeping crystal is a nifty maguffin.

Does the king just have these challenge chambers for whenever he's bored enough to mess with people? So, daily?

You're right Aang - sabre tooth mega rabbits are way more on brand than fluffy bunnies.

Earthbenders get airbender levels of air when they jump. I guess they make the ground kick them up into the air?

This episode is really a showcase for earthbending.

The king is so unbothered. He also seems to be anticipating every single one of Aang's strategies. Almost like he knows what to expect from an airbender.

This is neat. Turning solid rock to sand or dust. It's like waterbenders and freezing stuff.

Can we call this a tie?

Earthbenders are mole people.

Or maybe you figured out who he was because you talked about him twice at the beginning of this episode and his mannerisms haven't changed in a century.

Every time Sokka or the king make jokes that don't land in this episode, there's this disembodied coughing off screen. But they're all pretty funny! That being said, if you lived in this city with that guy as a ruler you'd probably develop humourlessness as a defence mechanism.

The first part of Aang's world (apart from Appa) that still exists. That's sweet.

Creeping crystal must be seriously light if you can walk around while encased in it. Also, rock candy is indeed delicious. But you can't bite into it like that without losing a few teeth.

"First of all, it's pretty fun messing with people." Perfect one sentence summary of this guy's entire personality! Also, points for self-awareness.

Some nifty exposition, reassurance & guidance, and a reminder that Aang doesn't have to do it alone. The king knows his stuff.

Poor cabbage man. This is going to become a thing like Sokka getting ragdolled isn't it?

It is spelled BUMI.

Final thoughts

I don't really have much to say about this episode. I think it's for introducing the audience to earthbending. Also for wacky hijinks, of which I am always a fan.

Sokka's voice actor, who has been consistently excellent for me, got his first meh line reading this episode, with the laugh after the kangaroo island joke. It didn't work for me.

I have a sneaking suspicion that the guard who talks to Bumi about the good and bad prisons is the same voice actor as Bumi himself. Just a guess, but I love it when that happens. Both because I get to hear a talent showcase and because I get to picture some random guy in a sound booth somewhere having a whole conversation with himself. I don't know how voice acting works, it's just a funny visual.

There's some serious angst potential in Aang and Bumi meeting again, but I am not feeling angsty today, so that potential will go unexplored. Which is also why I'm happy there was no Zuko this episode.

This episode wasn't as pretty as the Southern Air temple, but it was mostly indoors, so there wasn't a chance to have sweeping clouds and sunsets. And the Southern Air Temple did set a really high bar.

This episode was consistently fun and goofy. I liked it. Would have been nice to have more Appa.

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[hauntedwitch04]

Suop of memories

Sirius Black x reader

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Warnings: none, just some sad-happy memories of Siri

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DAY 4: “Eat some more soup, it will make you feel better. This is my James mother’s recipe.”

I sneeze for the umpteenth time in the space of five minutes, as I settle of among the flood of blankets and pillows arranged on my and my husband's bed. Below I hear him humming the latest Queen song, and I can't help but look out the windows smiling.

Ordinarily he and I would have spent this rainy October day playing some silly board game or watching some movie, but unfortunately the flu I caught a few days ago won't even allow me to think, so the only thing left for me to do is to remain like a motionless vegetable on the bed, comfortable among all those soft, warm things, watching life outside the window.

Actually looking out the window is one of my favorite pastimes, since it gives me a lot of ideas about what to write about. I love observing people and their behavior, especially in situations like rain. I think the best way to get to know human beings, in fact, is to put on a good song in the background and watch them live, see their souls moving in sync, communicating and talking to each other as they dance through the raindrops.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear Sirius enter the rooms with a tray in his hand. I look at him confused, not understanding where the steaming bowl that is resting on top comes from.

He does not answer the question written in my eyes and continues to do what he was doing.

He lays the tray on the bed before also sitting down and taking the bowl in his hand, along with a spoon.

"Did Lily come by?" I finally say, bracing myself, my voice hoarse from coughing.

"Love we already said you must not talk, or your throat will hurt more and more." My husband comments, as he picks up some soup on the spoon. "And anyway, I made this soup, you ungrateful little thing. Now open your mouth, you have to eat something to get your strength back."

I look at him more and more skeptically, but finally accept his offer, actually being very hungry, and open my mouth. As soon as I taste that deliciousness I feel my taste buds jump for joy, not believing themselves to the goodness of that meal. My eyes go wide, and I see him do that usual smirk of his, which so many times I wanted to slap away during my school years, but which I now find myself loving more and more each time.

"Eat some more soup, it will make you feel better. This is my James mother's recipe." He says taking another ladle, but I am now too shocked by the news that he can cook.

"Fuck, love this is delicious, it's amazing that you cooked it." I say as I feel the warm liquid run down my throat, and already I feel better.

"Thank you very much love, I love you too anyway." He replies sarcastically, but continuing to feed me.

"No Siri, it really is the best soup I've ever tasted, the only thing is that I didn't know you knew how to cook something without charring it." I continue, looking him in the eyes accusingly.

"It happened only once." He tries to defend himself, but is unable to hold back a smile.

"Three. The firemen threatened us that next time they will let the house burn down." I say laughing, but is immediately stopped by a few coughs.

We spend a few moments in silence while he feeds me with soup. Once he finishes he gets up to take the bowl back to the kitchen, but once he gets out of bed I freeze him, asking him a question.

"Siri, when did you learn how to make this soup?" I ask curiously, and I see him smile as his eyes focus on a past memory that is now, like an old film, playing out before his eyes again.

"Reg and I had recently run away from our home and had been at the Potters' for a few days. Reggy had gotten quite a cold from all the rain we had caught running away, and so Effie decided one night to make him this soup to make him feel better. I still couldn't sleep because of the fear that at any moment our parents would knock on the door, so I asked if I could help her. She said yes, and so she began to explain everything to me. Thus was born the tradition that every so often, when I couldn't sleep, she and I would go to the kitchen and she would teach me some of her recipes. I sometimes miss those nights spent with her cooking." He finishes his story in a whisper, as I see a few tears have formed in his eyes, but he is too proud to give it away. I smile, while deep in my heart I feel a deep sadness make its way inside me, wanting to help the man I love feel better, but immediately the answer arises before my eyes.

"Well when I'm better you could teach me how to make this soup, at least I'll know how to cure you next time you're sick." I try to say, hinting a smile. He immediately looks up and I see in his bright eyes a childlike happiness. He smiles at me showing all his white teeth.

"Sure, I can't wait to show you all the recipes I know." He tells me as he approaches the door, but still looking me in the eye.

"Me too." I reply, smiling, as I hear him coming down the stairs humming Queen's "Crazy little thing called love", thanking Merlin for have sent to me this perfect man that I call husband.

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