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glimmervoi · 3 months

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A SEALED FATE: EMERALDS AND BLOOD - IV Keys and a Strange Feeling

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Notes: I was really struggling with this chapter and I dont know why lol. I'm not satisfied, and it's much shorter than I wanted it to be. But I couldnt stare at the draft anymore, so i went ahead and decided to post.

I hope that it's not as bad as i think it is lmao, please enjoy!

With only two days left before the winter ball, the castle was packed with caterers and early guests, filling the halls and every room with at least three people at a time, at all times.

It was quite overwhelming for you, especially when you were in a large group of servants who jostled and shoved you as they tried to move quickly beside you in each room.

Ever since you had encountered Prince Namjoon, who had asked you for a tea that you had never heard of, Rae had decided to keep you close to her to avoid any other interactions that could get you in trouble.

You were lucky that another maid had rushed to her as soon as Namjoon had entered the room with his brother. The redheaded maid had stopped you from choosing the wrong tea and a teapot that was only used for special occasions.

Unfortunately, being stuck to Rae’s side also meant being where it was most busy in the castle. Today, it was the ballroom. The large space was packed with caterers and servants, just like any other part of the castle.

The decor was coming along nicely, and every now and then you found yourself stopping to admire it. Many heavy, dark oak tables were brought in and pushed around the room, along with sturdy dining chairs with plush, dark blue cushions made of a smooth velvety fabric.

Deep blue curtains with a shining silver pattern were being lifted above the large arched windows, and beyond the windows were spacious balconies decorated with beautiful winter flowers that thrived in the freezing cold.

Silver lanterns were being hung everywhere, and pine garland dusted with white were draped across every surface. If you had been given the same set of decorations, you would have created an eyesore. A pile of blue and white and silver that made the viewer turn away in disappointment.

Yet, the head caterer in the center of the room who bossed everyone around loudly knew exactly where to place everything. She knew exactly how to avoid creating a cluttered space while also placing a large amount of items together.

The ballroom was nowhere close to being finished, with many other crates full of items that needed to be placed out. But the room still looked beautiful and grande as it was slowly put together.

The sound of a throat being cleared behind you jolted you from your admiration of the progress of the ballroom, and you turned quickly. Behind you stood Rae, whose hands were on her hips.

Her face didn’t show any true irritation, even though there was a frown on her lips. Your slacking could get her in trouble if the wrong person saw it and reported it. She was patient with you, so the least you could do was try to stay productive.

“The centerpieces still need to be set out.” Rae said, nodding her head towards a crate that was overflowing with small metal objects. Were those…keys? “If you could please take care of that, then afterwards you may take a short break for lunch with the others.”

You nodded and hurried over to the crate, peeking inside. The contents were, in fact, keys. Many of them, in different shapes and sizes, made from different kinds of metals. There seemed to be a few that matched each other, too.

Next to the crate of keys was a smaller crate full of glass jars that were painted white. You tilted your head as you examined them, wondering how you were supposed to arrange them. You stood straight and looked around for Rae again in order to ask.

“Looking for some help?” A smooth voice asked from the other side of the crate. You whipped your head around, startled by the sudden voice. In front of you stood a tall man with a beautiful face. For a moment, you couldn’t speak.

His golden skin glowed like he was the sun himself, and his brown eyes were full of warmth. His dark brown hair was a bit messy but was healthy and shiny. Underneath his plain, billowing cream colored shirt and tightly fitting leather pants, you could tell his lean body was also toned. He looked strong, yet graceful.

His clothes looked worn down though, and his old leather riding boots indicated he worked with horses. Was this one of the stableboys? And if so, why was he in the ballroom when there were still guests arriving who needed their horses looked after?

He flashed you a heart shaped smile, and you felt your cheeks grow red. You looked away and nervously laughed, embarrassed by how stupid you might have just looked to him. The energy that surrounded him was almost electrifying, but not in a bad way.

It almost made you giddy, like you could run around the entire ballroom a few times and still feel full of energy afterwards. You swallowed the feeling though.

It didn't matter how he made you feel or what his job here was. He was offering to help. You had no idea how to arrange the centerpieces and you didn’t want to risk getting Rae yelled at for your incompetence.

“I’m just a bit unsure of how to arrange these.” You said quietly to the stranger, fixing your gaze anywhere but his face. “It’s my first ball at the castle, so I’m still trying to understand how things are done.”

“I can help with that.” He said, bending to lift a handful of keys. “These get arranged the same every single year. Please grab a few jars for me.”

You obeyed and lifted two jars from the small crate, following him as he made his way to a table close by. He gestured for you to set the jar down. You placed it in the center of the table, watching as he slid six keys into it.

He pulled away, and you waited expectantly for him to add something else. A plain jar with some keys in it didn’t seem very…grande? Amazing? On par with everything else in the castle?

Sensing your expectancy, the man nodded to the caterers across the room who were busy with other tasks. “They will finish these off with flowers and candles. All you need to do is place the jars and keys.”

“What is the point of the mismatched keys?” You asked, tilting your head slightly. Everything was arranged to perfection in the room. It felt a bit odd to stray from that with such an insignificant thing such as keys.

“It’s for a game that the guests play each winter.” The man explained, holding a small brass key out to you in his large hand. It had three small rubies encrusted into it. A key like that could make everyone in Greenridge rich enough to thrive in the city if it was sold.

You shoved away the thought though. It would be foolish to even daydream about that. Stealing it to sell would be extremely foolish, and it would surely result in a very unenjoyable fate for yourself.

“Each guest pulls a key from the jar.” The man said, closing his fingers around the key. “And then they look for the person who has the same key. There are two of each key. Whoever you match with becomes your partner for the night.”

A matching game? It seemed fun, though more so for guests who were not engaged or married. You asked the man who’s name you still had not learned what married couples did with their keys.

“Even married guests play the game.” He said, moving to the next table. You followed, placing a jar in the center of the table again. “You don’t necessarily have to sleep with the person you match with.”

You blushed at his words, and for a brief moment the thought of you and…him, flashed through your mind. You tried to shove the thought away, your face only growing more red. The man gave you a grin as if he could tell exactly what you were thinking, and you rushed to move on from the conversation.

“How long have you been working for the castle?” You asked, watching as he slid another six keys into the jar. He seemed to be knowledgeable, and you wondered how long it would take for you yourself to remember these things too.

The man was quiet for a moment, before he gave you a strange smile. “A while.” He said, his friendly tone laced with something that you couldn’t quite identify. You wanted to push, to ask just how long “a while” was for him, but before you could he placed the rest of the keys in his hand back into the crate.

“It’s time for me to leave.” He said, dusting invisible dirt from his hands as he glanced at the massive clock hanging from the far wall of the room. “You know how to arrange these now, so I’m sure you will be able to finish this task quickly now.”

You nodded, wanting to say more. You wanted to ask his name, what part of the castle he worked in, if you would be running into him again. You were drawn to him, and he was quite handsome. Surely there was nothing wrong with wanting to get to know him better, right?

“I will see you soon.” He said, giving you a wink. You blinked and your cheeks grew red again, but he began the walk to the large double doors of the ballroom before you could muster a response.

Was he…flirting with you? A wink was flirting, right?

The thought made your heart beat fast. In Greenridge, a few men your age had teased you and expressed interest. Once, you had even flirted back. This time it felt different however.

You wanted to see him again, and as you watched his graceful frame disappear through the doors you felt a strange emptiness in your stomach. You turned back to the keys and jars, frowning.

You tried to push past the sudden cold in your bones as you bent down and picked up a handful of the mixed keys. You would finish this task and then try to speak to Rae during lunch.

Maybe talking about it with someone would ease the feeling.

#bts #yandere bts #yandere bts fic #bts fic #emeralds and blood #yandere hoseok #yandere jimin #yandere jin #yandere jungkook #yandere namjoon

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slopsuit · 2 years

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I am also autisitic for sonic plushies but have no money so I would like to hear about them /nf

I’m not familiar with tone indicators but I’m just gonna assume that means nice and friendly etc. I’m so glad you asked. :) I am going to put this under a read more though because umm… There is a lot.

I think bootlegs in particular are underrepresented and under-respected in a lot of Sonic plush discussion, which is a shame because they’re almost always more accessible and affordable than official plushes. Most of the time, I do prefer official plushes, but I gravitate to a lot of bootlegs due to some personal preferences but also because they are much easier to obtain. Usually. There are some that are very hard to come by (at least in the US) that are very unique and interesting and good quality that I wish were easier to get. Some bootlegs also tend to be extremely rare as only a few were made and documentation of bootlegs is extremely limited.

Out of all my plushes (which is about 49 right now), 11 of them are bootlegs (I THINK… my plushes are a mess right now and they are very hard to count but there is at least that many). The most interesting I think out of all of them are my 15″ talking Boom Sonic bootleg, my Joypolis Sonic bootleg, and my Sega Toys Sonic bootleg. I don’t have the official plushes of any of these, so I can’t compare them directly, but I will go off of photos and any other information I can find.

This is my Boom Sonic bootleg. (I made him a bigger nose because it was extremely thin and small, but he is otherwise unaltered.) He was about $15. His tush tag is very accurate to the official plush, but the print quality is very low. The official plush is TOMY brand, but there was no TOMY branding from the listing I got him from, and most importantly, this plush does not talk. There is no voice box at all and he came in a sealed clear plastic wrap. I’m glad he doesn’t talk though, I don’t really like plushes that talk so he is a perfect alternative for me.

This is a stock photo of the official plush. It comes boxed with a plush chili dog. The 12″ version of this plush also comes boxed, but it does not come with a chili dog. There is an 8″ version of this plush as well that has no voice box or accessories. There is no record of them making non-talking plushes in the 15″ or 12″ sizes. All are made by TOMY.

Because of how accurate the bootleg is I’ve seen people call it a factory reject or prototype, which could also be true! I personally think it’s more likely to be a bootleg though due to it being sold in mass-quantities all identical to each other and there is no indication that he’s supposed to have a voice box in his back. I think people calling it a factory reject is just a way for second-hand sellers to make it sound more appealing and rare to collectors.

Here is the bootleg’s back.^

And here is the official plush’s back.^ This is the 12″ version, but everything is the same in structure, just smaller.

This is my Joypolis bootleg. He was about $22. He looks almost completely identical, but there is something very special about him. The Joypolis emblem on his foot is upside down, and it appears the soles of his shoes are backwards altogether. The pointy end should be at the front of his feet, and the round end at the back, but it’s the other way around. The emblem is also on the wrong foot (at least for the white emblem variant, the blue emblem variant is on the same foot). There was no mention of Joypolis in the listing and he came from China as opposed to Japan where the Joypolis theme park is located. He also came in a sealed clear plastic wrap with no paper tags.

Here is a photo of the official plush. He usually has paper tags, but this one doesn’t have them. From this photo though, you can tell what his feet are supposed to look like. Also this is just a theory because I’ve only seen photos of this plush (I want it so desperately), but I think the bootleg is made of a different material, at least his fur. I also think the colors are different. I really want to get an official Joypolis plush to make direct comparisons, but also because he is so adorable and is the quintessential Sonic plush to me.

This is my beloved, my sweetheart, my angel. He is a distant relative of a long line of Sega Toys Sonic bootlegs and also defective on top of that. I’ve removed his tush tags, but they originally said Fun4All Corp., and he had a paper tag that was a very very poor quality scan of the tag for the fleece caps made by Great Eastern Entertainment (a company that makes a lot of Sonic plushes that are frequently bootlegged). Conflicting branding! Very fucked up and interesting! He also has blue, crooked eyes. I love him so much. He is the first bootleg I ever got, and the second Sonic plush I ever got (my first being a Nanco Sonic that’s almost 3ft tall). I fell so so so in love with him the second I saw him and refer to the photos on the listing I bought him from lovingly as his baby pictures. I spent about $20 for him which is more than I should have purely for his size and quality, but my heart ached at the thought of not having him. I needed him.

This is a photo of what he’s supposed to look like as a bootleg.^

And this is a photo of the original Sega Toys Sonic plush.^ This one in particular is very aged, but he’s very cute. He came in a set with Knuckles and Tails and there is a posable version that comes boxed and is reportedly 10cm larger. He was released in the early 2000s. His finger is pointing, but on my bootleg there is missing finger definition and so it just kind of looks like a penis hand.

I promise I have plushes of other characters, also about half of them are technically my boyfriend’s but we share them. We have most of Sonic, but I think only two of the Sonics are his. We might have more Shadows at this point cos I keep buying Shadows for him as presents, but only 2 or 3 of those are mine. Sonic is my favorite character and Shadow is his. Love wins. ❤️

Thank you for sending me an ask about this. :) I hope you can get lots of plushes. This is like, my only hobby, so I’ve invested a lot in it, and it helps that my boyfriend shares it. I don’t have many rare plushes at all, but there are many I dream of having someday and the feeling I get when I hold a Sonic plush is just indescribable. I feel like they are my best friends and I love them so much. I have so much information about them that will stay in my brain forever until I die so I’m really happy to have any opportunity to dump it.

#sonic the hedgehog #plushie #sonic #post #anon #ask

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buglife · 3 years

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Quirrel properly introducing Ghost as his partner to survived!Monomom? :3c

(Again no beta sorry for errors!)

“Well Quirrel, I’ll admit that this is quite lovely.”

Monomon lounged on the plush chair, decadent pillows and silken throws made it unbelievably comfortable. Colors in blues and greens decorated the snug little abode, making her think of her home in Fog Canyon. Perhaps this room was chosen for that very reason, Monomon didn’t have much love for the royal whites and opulent reds decorating most of the city. She rather liked the soothing cooler colors, it made her less antsy. She reached with a tentacle to snag another biscuit from the heavily laden tea table, the array of sandwiches and sweets already mostly eaten. Her other tentacle delicately held a cup of tea which she sipped from here and there. The room was private and out of the way, perfect to catch up a little with her son.

Her son had certainly changed, but she figured it was for the better. Before she left for the long sealing sleep, Quirrel had been depressed. He know what was to become of her and despite the palatable sadness, he still bravely soldiered on with the plan. She regrets it so much now, so much time lost due to that damnable wrym, but when she surprisingly awoke again she was glad to see that the first person she saw was him. It had been a blur of years, making up for lost time and adjusting to a much more agreeable ruler. Her little pillbug had gone from a tiny little creature, munching on trash, to a stately and powerful bug. The nail he carried at his side was forged into a pure nail, one of the few in existence. His previous kerchief had been traded out with one of silk and lovely embroidered patterns. It was the only things he accepted to show his status and it suited him nicely. This time he sat before her unburdened by scroll cases and tablet boxes, just sitting like he used to before the Infection. It was good to see him smile. It was good to see such an air of confidence and strength in him, she just wished he didn’t have to go through what he did to get it.

“I know, It’s why I picked it out.” Quirrel was leaning back in his own chair, a picture of relief she could even feel as he relaxed. After all, he is now the Royal Scholar, he is a rather busy bug these days. “It’s just, nice to have a bit of comfort and quiet away from...you know…”

“The ass kissers.” Monomon finished with a wink.

Quirrel groaned and for a moment, held his eyes in his hands as he leaned forward. “They won’t leave me alone! And they are so, so stupid! They ask me things knowing they don’t want to hear the answer I give!”

“That’s what happens when you are so close to the Sovereign.” She tutted gently as she took a sip of tea. Quirrel sighed in response.

“That could have been you, ya know. If you decided to take that position.”

“You know as well as I do, my little scholar, that it was the Sovereign who chose you for it. They basically told me that I have free reign to do as I please, as long as it somehow would benefit the kingdom. I need no titles to do the job I have always done. And you know I would certainly take the position most likely to remove nobles from my sight entirely.”

Quirrel narrowed his eyes a little as he looked at his mother. “And that is because they know that nobles will start to vanish if they had to interact with you.”

“It’s not my fault my body needs acid and nobles are notoriously clumsy.” Monomon faked indignation as she sipped more of her tea. “They also like to look in places where they shouldn’t. I did put up signs, you know. But accidents do happen.”

He couldn’t help but snort, inhaling bread crumbs and having to cough them back out. “Mother!” She reached over a limb to pat him on the back.

“Don’t choke, love, or our Ruler will be without their Royal Scholar.” She teased gently.

“As if they’d let me die from something as indignant as choking to death on a sandwich.” He coughed up the last of the crumbs and took a deep breath.

“Are they that possessive now?” She questioned.

He sifted a little, and his antenna began to twitch. She could instantly tell he was blushing under his mask. He was trying so very hard to not cover his eyes and bury his head in his lap again.

“Quirrel.”

“Well...yes...but because well...you see….” He let out a held breath and sank lower in his chair. He was drawing his legs up, preparing to roll up just like he used to always too when terribly embarrassed.

“Quirrel.”

“The more time you spend with a bug and um...you know. Things happen and well...”

“Quirrel. Don’t roll up on me now.”

He made a pathetic squeak in response.

She was going to comment further, but there was a shifting of the door curtains and a regal horned head poked their way through. She was going to snap at whoever it was to get the fuck out and let her tease her boy some more, but then she noticed just who it was attempting to come in.

“Oh, hello, your Majesty.” She gave a polite nod. “You have caused my son no small amount of embarrassment, I’d like to know why.”

Ghost struggled with the curtains for a second, looking very undignified as they had to untangle their long pronged horns from the thick fabric. Once fully inside, they bowed to her and Quirrel. If there’s one thing she liked the best about Sovereign Ghost was that they showed respect to everyone, well, those that deserve it. They had also changed greatly since she saw them all that time ago. They were so wee, so adorable, and then they had to catch up on growing and stop being so cute. They still were, if she had to admit. They were distinct enough that they didn’t need anything like a crown or anything else, they just had their pure nail and a heavily fluffy mantled cloak. They were now about a head taller than Quirrel and she didn’t know if they would end up the huge size of their sibling, Hollow, or have finished growing. Size wasn’t everything, Princess Hornet was smaller but had NO problems beating those that challenged her into submission. It was amusing to watch.

Monomon watched as their head turned to Quirrel, tilting their head in a sign of worry.

“You’re...you’re late.” He squeaked, trying his damndest to unroll himself.

Ghost signed back in a flurry of hands. <”Sorry. I got caught up in something.”>

“So, you were supposed to be here to begin with? To what do I owe this pleasure? More gossip?” Monomon smiled, oh she just loved it when she could pick the ruler’s brain for gossip. Juicy, juicy gossip.

<”No, but later If you like. This was Quirrel’s idea.”>

“Oh really.” She leaned over to her still flustered son. “Why is that?”

“Because...because well...we…” He stuttered on his words. “We…”

Ghost took the initiative to kneel before her, stunning both into silence. It wasn’t just the polite kneel one takes, it was full on on the floor, pressing their head into the ground In front of her.

Monomon watched in silence as they rose up from the kneel, reaching into their cloak to withdraw a bouquet of beautiful, slightly glowing flowers. The colors rippled in the light as she took the bundle.

<”Lady Monomon.”> They signed once she took the flowers from their hands. <”I ask your permission to court your son.”>

Her eyes flickered over briefly to Quirrel, he was practically swooning. She darted them back to Ghost, their ruler, a literal god of the void, fidgeting in nervousness like a teenage schoolchild as they awaited her answer. Oh this was awesome, this was great.

“So this is what this is all about.” She exclaimed, grasping the flowers to her chest in utter glee. “No wonder why you are being bothered by the nobles, my dear...you’re fucking the sovereign!”

Quirrel gasped and nearly fell off his chair. All traces and feelings of romance were now completely squashed. “MOTHER!”

Ghost just stood there, blinking.

“Your majesty, my son is his own bug. You don’t have to ask me permission to do anything with him as long as he consents to it!”

Ghost relaxed in relief.

“BUT,” She reached a tentacle outwards to poke them directly in the middle of the head.

“If you hurt him in anyway, you will die. I’m old. I don’t care if I die and drag a god down with me, but you will go down with me, I can promise.”

“MOTHER.” Quirrel twisted, trying to get to his feet as he watched her technically assault the ruler of an entire kingdom, and then threaten them.

To Quirrel’s relief, Ghost mearly nodded.

<”I accept those terms. I would rather risk death than to be apart from Quirrel. I promise he will not want for anything and if it should come to it, I would lay down my life for his.”>

Monomon clapped her tentacles together. “Wonderful! Wonderful! Now, come sit!”

Ghost eyed Quirrel, who turn shook his head. “Sorry love, but you’re trapped now. Sit, and it’ll all be over soon.”

Ghost sighed, resigned to thier fate, as they carefully sat with Quirrel. Quirrel wrapped an arm around their carapace in support, as they both looked upon the now giddy Monomon.

“Now,” She said, glee in her voice. “Tell me everything.”

#hollow knight #fanfic #fanfiction #terra lumina canon #tiny scholar au #monomom #monomon the teacher #quirrel #ghost #ruler ghost #ghost/quirrel #monomon would box with god to protect her bby #i went with sovereign as it is gender neutral #post embrace the void ending #everyone lives/nobody dies #romance #Anonymous #terra lumina #my writing

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ichigo-daifuku · 3 years

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Ruffled Feathers

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Pairing: Hawks/Todoroki Fuyumi Genre: Fluff, (Attempt at) Humor, Secret Relationship Word Count: 2.1k | AO3 Link

Synopsis: Fuyumi receives a plush toy of a certain Pro Hero as a gift from her students. No, it isn’t Endeavor. It isn’t her secret boyfriend, Hawks, either. Much to Keigo’s dismay, her students picked someone else, and it’s Edgeshot.

It happened on a Friday evening.

Keigo and Fuyumi agreed to meet for dinner at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant he frequented when he dropped by Musutafu. No one knew of their relationship yet, and it was the perfect location for a date night. The restaurant was quaint, unassuming, and situated in a discreet street mainly those who resided nearby visited. Fuyumi had loved it at first sight. She was surprised at how Keigo knew of it when she didn’t—she was the one who grew up in Musutafu while he was from Fukuoka! He explained how it was all thanks to his excellent sense of direction, and that led from one subject to another. Soon, it became a regular spot for their secret rendezvous. The food was outstanding, and it came to be their goal to try every dish on the menu.

Tonight, that would be karaage, which Keigo had been looking forward to all week.

The two of them sat in front of each other, waiting for their orders. As they chatted about the recent happenings in their lives, the item on the extra seat, resting beside Fuyumi’s bag, piqued Keigo’s interest.

“Hm? What’s that?” he asked, his eyes trained on the object in question.

“This one?” Fuyumi’s eyes lit up at the mention of the gift bag. She placed it on the table and explained, “I was quite surprised, but it’s a gift from the kids in my class.”

She unfolded the card attached to the handle and showed it to him. The message inside, scribbled by the class president, said: Todoroki-sensei, thank you for everything! We hope you like it! Signed at the bottom was the name of her homeroom class with a happy face beside it.

“Cute,” Keigo noted with a pleasant smile, mentally taking a guess why her students would give her a surprise gift. “Was there an occasion?”

“We had a talent show last week. I guess the kids had a lot of fun.”

“I’m sure they did,” he said and meant every word. He knew how much Fuyumi enjoyed teaching at the elementary school and thought it was nice to see her receiving love from her students.

“I’m curious to see what’s inside.” She began to unseal the washi tape on top of the gift bag. “It’s from the kids, though, so I’m sure I’ll love it.”

Keigo, who had received training provided by the Hero Public Safety Commission instead of formal education during his younger years, wondered what kind of presents school kids gave their teachers.

It was, however, the last thing he expected it to be.

Fuyumi peeked inside the bag and exclaimed, “It’s Edgeshot!”

His eyes widened in shock and alarm, taken aback. “E-Edgeshot?!”

“That’s right.”

“No way! Haha! You don’t mean that Edgeshot, right?”

“There’s no other Edgeshot other than Pro Hero Edgeshot, I think.” She laughed at what she thought was a joke he made and pulled the item out of the gift bag, showing it to him with a sunny smile. “Look! Isn’t he cute?”

He did as she asked and stared at it, unable to believe his eyes.

It was truly Edgeshot—in his chibi plush toy form.

And he, most definitely, was not cute.

“Fuyumi,” Keigo began with feigned nonchalance, except if his laser-like gaze could burn a hole through the plush toy, it would already have one. He wondered why, out of all the Pro Heroes in Japan, her students picked Edgeshot. The strain in his voice betrayed his bluff as he asked, “Do you like… Edgeshot?”

“He’s great, I guess? I mean, he is the Number Four Hero. The kids are fans of him and—”

“I’m Number Two, though,” Keigo bragged, puffing up his feathers. “Between the two of us, I’m the cooler guy.”

She nodded, chuckling. “Why, yes, of course. That’s right.”

He grimaced, unable to confirm if she agreed a hundred percent with him when she sounded as if she was placating a hatchling. A certain thought popped inside his mind, uncovering a silver lining in this dark cloud.

That’s it! Keigo thought. That’s the reason why her students chose that as a gift!

“I see,” he declared with a clap of his hands, pleased with his epiphany, “do you, perhaps, collect Pro Hero merch?”

“Not really,” she replied, creating a fracture on his optimistic fantasy, “Well, I do have a few of Dad’s, of course.”

“And?”

“That’s it.”

“Huh?” He leaned back, startled, but refused to let go of his last shred of hope. “How about the merch of a certain Wing Hero?”

“Er, about that…” Fuyumi fidgeted in her seat, finally understanding what he was getting at. She returned the Edgeshot plush toy back inside the gift bag and reluctantly admitted, “I… don’t have any.”

Keigo felt as if someone had poured cold water on him.

“Oh,” he muttered lamely. Wings fluffed up, he sent one of his feathers into his hands and preened it while staring into space. Yes, Fuyumi didn’t look like the type of person to collect Pro Hero merchandise. Now that he thought about it, he had never seen her with one, either. He was reluctant to admit it, but he was jealous. How come her students thought an Edgeshot plush toy was a more suitable gift for Fuyumi than a Hawks one?

“Here’s your karaage!” the waiter chimed in, set their orders in front of them, and refilled their tea.

However, even the karaage, which Keigo had been eagerly anticipating, did nothing to cheer him up.

“I’m so sorry, Keigo,” Fuyumi lamented, rousing him from his reverie, “It just… never crossed my mind.”

“Don’t worry. It’s not your fault,” he replied, internally reproaching himself for making her feel responsible for his silly reaction. “Besides, even if you aren’t a Hawks fangirl, you’re my girlfriend.”

“That’s right, but I am a fan of you, though.” She picked up her chopsticks and placed a piece of chicken from her plate between them, lifting it near his lips. “You’re my number one. Don’t be sad, please?”

Ugh, how come she knew just what to say to raise his spirits? His lips twitched as he opened his mouth and received her peace offering. The karaage was delicious. Most importantly, she said he was her number one. Nothing could top that. His bleak mood dissipated, and his face broke into a genuine smile, one that she returned with a relieved one of her own.

Still, Keigo couldn’t help but think about it later that night. Fuyumi had Endeavor merchandise, which was to be expected. As a matter of fact, he thought it was great how they had another thing in common. Now, however, Fuyumi had Endeavor and Edgeshot goods, but zero Hawks collectibles.

That couldn’t be. He had to do something about it.

A few days later, a package was delivered to the Todoroki abode. It was a large box sealed with ‘fragile’ tapes and addressed to Fuyumi. Written in the sender’s address was the Hawks Hero Agency in Fukuoka.

Truth be told, Fuyumi expected something like this to happen and had an inkling of what the contents of the box would be. Although it was unintentional, a pang of guilt remained within her mind for making him feel dejected during their long-awaited dinner date. When she arrived home that night, she did her research on Hawks’s merchandise and found out they were some of the most sought-after and top-selling products. The ones she had her eyes on would be a challenge to obtain. She was planning to hunt for a few, but if her hunch were correct, it would seem he had beaten her to it. He was a man who was too fast, she had to agree.

She transferred the box to her room and sat on the tatami. With its size, she believed it would take a while to get to each item Keigo included. Carefully, she unsealed it and was welcomed by the sight of bubble wrap—lots of it. Her suspicions were confirmed; the package was filled with Pro Hero merchandise—all of them the Wing Hero’s. They came in different shapes and sizes, and several of them even had their own boxes.

Fuyumi picked a random box and gasped. It was one of the items she was planning to scour the shops for: a Hawks Nendoroid. Beside it was a Hawks Pop! Vinyl Figure, a prize figure, and another box which had a shiny ‘limited edition’ sticker in front of it. He sent her a set of socks, too. She couldn’t decide if the pair based on the colors of this hero costume or the pair with red wings as its pattern was the cutest. There was also an oversized t-shirt with the characters for ‘Fierce Wings’ in front and an illustration of red wings at the back. In a smaller container, she came across various rubber keystraps, a few acrylic standees, and other small trinkets. The item that stood out the most to Fuyumi and made her laugh was the Hawks chibi plush toy, which she recognized was from the same line as the Edgeshot one she received from her students.

If anyone saw these, she had no doubt they would take her to be a diehard Hawks fangirl, but Fuyumi found she wouldn’t mind it. As Keigo told her last time, she was more than that—she was his girlfriend. The memory of him stating it with such conviction made butterflies flutter inside her stomach.

Soon, Fuyumi was down to the final product in the package which was a long black rectangular box. She untied the ribbon, lifted the lid, and set them aside. Cushioned inside it was a single crimson feather.

“A quill?” she murmured, twirling it between her thumb and index finger in scrutiny. “Wow, it looks so realistic!”

The quill, however, was untapered and unprepared for use. Perhaps, this product was one of those ‘do-it-yourself’ projects? Upon double-checking the package, though, she found no ink pot to pair it with. Even so, she had no complaints, especially since these were gifts from Keigo. Confused, she typed the words ‘Hawks Quill’ on an online search engine but found irrelevant results. Did Keigo send her a product sample to try out in exchange for an honest review?

Unless…

Fuyumi raised the feather in her hand closer to her face and blinked.

Would he really do something like that? She mulled over the question for a moment, her cheeks setting aflame when she came to the conclusion. He would.

“Can you hear me?” she whispered into the feather, suddenly feeling silly, “Or maybe not?”

The vane close to her lips swayed. It tickled her cheek the way his finger would when he caressed her face.

“Keigo, I just wanted to say thank you,” she paused, certain he was able to sense her, at the very least, “See you soon.”

Before cold feet could set in, Fuyumi pressed a soft and quick kiss to the feather. Her heart raced as she rushed to return it to the box. Overtaken by shyness, she covered her face with her hands and turned the other way, wondering if he felt it.

Endeavor and Hawks made their way to the entrance of the Hero Public Safety Commission. They teamed up for a short mission a few days ago and were back to report to the higher-ups.

Hawks, who had been chatting incessantly about pigeons, stopped in his tracks all of a sudden, causing him to lag behind.

Endeavor had grown used to Hawks’s odd behavior and antics, but he was, nevertheless, still vexed. He spun around and snapped his fingers in front of the younger hero’s dazed and flushed face. Hawks practically had hearts in his eyes, and he had spread his wings without realizing it.

What a distasteful sight, Endeavor thought. “What are you staring into space for?! Focus, boy! We are going to an important meeting!”

“I can’t.”

“And why the hell not, you fool?”

“I just got a kiss from Fuyumi.”

“What does that have to do with—” The words Hawks uttered registered in Endeavor’s mind. “Fuyumi?”

“My girlfriend.”

“You got a what from who? Which Fuyumi are you talking about? Answer correctly, or else!”

“I just got a kiss from my girlfriend…” Still in a daze, the gravity of the situation failed to strike Hawks’s mind. If it did, he didn’t seem to mind it much, having the nerve to smile at Endeavor as he continued, “Todoroki Fuyumi.”

The flames on Endeavor’s mask and hero costume flared. He grabbed the lovestruck Hawks by the collar and roared, “WHAT?!”

Notes: I wrote this because of what happened in Chapter 303. If you know, you know! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

I hope this made you laugh—or smile, at least. Thank you for reading!

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dc41896 · 3 years

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Winter Wonderland

Pairing: Ransom DrysdalexBlack Reader

⚠️: Ransom being a tiny bit of a jerk, the usual fluff

Sat on the couch comfortably wrapped in your boyfriend’s burnt orange throw blanket, your eyes stay glued to the meteorologist pointing to the map on the wide screen in front of you as you mindlessly bite your thumbnail.

“This again?,” Ransom asks returning from his shower to sit next to you. Forest green tee shirt over his black sweatpants, the scent of sandalwood wafting off his skin brings you closer eventually resting your head on his shoulder while you silently take in a couple deep breaths to savor the smell. “What, are you trying to be a weatherwoman now or something?”

“No, I’m just trying to stay updated. You know, watching to see if it’ll maybe rain or snow...”

Moving his laptop from the glass coffee table to his lap, soon his fingers tap away at the keyboard below as he tries to answer emails he missed while being away with you and your family for Thanksgiving.

“Hopefully it doesn’t. I’ve got too much to do for the power to be turning off.”

“...It would be nice to see though you know?”

“Mm,” he simply replies, mind still comprehending the email from his assistant with his schedule for the upcoming month.

“Snow covering the ground perfect to make snow angels or a snowman with a cute little scarf and carrot nose. Ooh and maybe a snowball fight-!”

“You sound like a kid who’s never seen snow before,” he chuckles. Noticing your extended silence, he sits up meeting your innocent eyes as you play with one of the tassels from the blanket. “You’ve never seen snow, have you?”

“I mean yeah in movies and pictures, but never in person. Remember, it doesn’t really get that cold where I live.”

Only four months in, your relationship was still fairly new. And most of that time he was flying to see you, which was slightly concerning at first. Once he told you about his dysfunctional family though, and you briefly heard it firsthand, it made sense why he wanted to get as far away as possible.

It was just a small mistake when some of his business documents were sent to his parents’ house, but of course they assumed it was his sly way of asking for money. Not even giving him a chance to explain, a shouting match soon ensued and hence why Thanksgiving was spent with your parents.

He still wanted you to come visit to show you his home, where he grew up, and some of his favorite places especially since you showed him yours. He’d just have to be extra careful to avoid any of his family members or those who worked at his grandfather’s home if the two of you went to town.

So far though, you two didn’t have to worry since you’d either been happily snuggled on the couch or in bed since you arrived.

“Well, it’s more of a pain than anything. You need the right tires to drive on the road and even then you have to worry about them being too slick. Then sometimes the snow is like mush that basically starts melting as soon as it falls, and don’t even get me started on the shoveling,” he rants as the small smile on your face slightly falls.

“Yea I’ve uh heard that it’s not so great once you get used to it,” you respond turning the channel to some random movie before handing him the remote. “Looks like it’s not gonna snow anyway though so no worries.”

“Good, I’ll be able to make all of my meetings then.”

As you sat in silence, Ransom could feel that you were disappointed about the sunny and clear forecast. He still stood by all the negative things he said earlier, but he also remembered how excited he’d get as a kid once it started to get colder. That meant snow would eventually come, bringing snow days from school and playing all day in the backyard. That is until his mother would yell at him from the back door not to mess up his clothes or send the nanny out to get him if she felt he wasn’t listening.

Hearing your soft snores, he carefully removes his phone from his pocket, moving his typing from his laptop to the smaller device in his hand as he sends a quick text to someone who might be able to help.

———

The soft chime of your alarm from the bedside table causes you to mentally groan as you reach to silence it before it could disturb Ransom. However feeling his arm tighten around your waist bringing you closer to his bare chest, you could see you were too late.

“Sorry babe. Go back to sleep, you still have time before your meeting,” you whisper.

“No,” he mumbles, face falling to the crook of your neck making you giggle from the sensation of his breathing paired with his pouted lips against your skin.

“Can you let go then? I have to log in for work.” Shaking his head, you roll your eyes at how clingy he could be under that tough, careless facade. “Ransom come on it’s my last workday before Christmas so I can’t call out. As soon as I’m done though you can have me all to yourself okay?”

His only response is silence as you try to escape his grip thinking he drifted back to sleep. You’re slightly startled as your body is turned to face your boyfriend with his eyes still closed and a tired yet playful smirk gracing his lips.

“I already took care of work for you,” he replies opening one eye while the other stayed pressed against the plush pillow.

“What do you mean?”

“That you don’t need to worry about work until the new year.”

“How? You just told my boss I wouldn’t be in for a while and she said okay?”

“Well darling as you know I can be very persuasive,” he cockily states with a wink. Sitting up with arms crossed over your chest, he chuckles at your unamused expression sitting up himself to lean against the headboard. “I told her how I had a secret trip planned for us and asked if you could be out until you were due to be back in January. She said you had the time so it was okay and for us to have fun. If you don’t believe me call her yourself.”

“How long have you had this planned? And where is this secret trip too?,” you finally speak trusting his words.

“A while now, and it wouldn’t be a secret anymore if I told you dear.”

“Then how am I supposed to pack for said trip honey?,” you ask matching his sarcasm.

“Already took care of that too. All you have to do is get ready so we can leave in a couple hours,” he smiles gently grabbing your chin to kiss your lips. “Unless you want to go to work then-,”

“No, I’ll get dressed!” Giving him one last peck as you crawl over his relaxed form, he chuckles watching you excitedly hurry to the bathroom to start your morning routine.

After both of you were dressed and Ransom placed your packed bags in the trunk of his newly rented Range Rover, his hand stops you from entering the passenger side slightly confusing you.

“It’s a surprise remember?,” he smirks pulling a black blind fold out of his jacket pocket.

“You know, this is how a handful of those lifetime movies start before the main character goes missing and her family then sets out to find the boyfriend even though he swears he’s innocent,” you state making him deeply chuckle as he finishes tying the cloth over your eyes.

“Relax, you’re fine. Plus how do I know this isn’t like those movies where the gorgeous girlfriend acts all innocent and sweet until she gets her boyfriend away so she can kill him and take all his stuff before moving on to her next victim?”

“Touché. I guess we’re gonna have to trust each other then.”

“I guess so,” he laughs kissing your cheek before carefully helping you in your seat and closing the door behind you. The drive there didn’t seem too long as you and Ransom talked about everything from each of your favorite vacations over the years to his new book ideas and what was soon to be published under his company. Of course you tried to get him to slip and say where you were going and what he had planned, but his lips remained sealed.

Every time you asked, he’d just chuckle telling you to be patient before kissing the back of your hand.

Soon enough your questions would be answered as the car slowed while it turned maintaining the same speed until coming to a complete stop. “Are we there? Can I take off the blindfold now?,” you excitedly ask.

“Go ahead before you bounce a hole in the seat.”

Removing the cloth, you blink your eyes adjusting to the brightness of the remaining daylight outside before they can focus on what was exactly in front of you. Dark brown wooden outside with a blue green roof and stone chimney, the modern looking cabin with wrap around porch peering into the surrounding woods on one side and the calm lake on the other.

“I hope your silence isn’t because you’re currently regretting coming with me,” he speaks peering at you with soft crystal blue eyes. Leaning over the middle console, your hand finds the back of his neck bringing him closer to connect your lips with his.

“It’s beautiful! The perfect Christmas getaway,” you smile.

“Well not perfect yet. This is just part one of your surprise.”

“Ransom, you don’t-,”

“I know, I don’t have to. As you see though, we’re here so are we gonna sit in the car and stare at it or go inside?,” he smirks before getting out to open your door.

You weren’t surprised to find the inside just as charming as it’s outside view. The modern, minimalistic aesthetic along with high vaulted ceiling and open concept made it seem as if there was no end in sight for the cozy cabin. From it’s overall inviting warmth enveloping you as soon as the both of you crossed the threshold, you weren’t sure if your boyfriend, or anyone, would get you to leave when the time eventually came.

Once settled and full of dinner made from what was in the fully stocked fridge and freezer, courtesy of his assistant, you could feel the day’s toll finally weighing on you as multiple yawns escaped your mouth and eyelids began to droop.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet, you still have your last surprise to see,” he chuckles gently nudging your arm.

“Ransom seriously everything has been more than enough. What else could you possibly have planned?,” you sleepily smile peering up at him through partially opened lids. Gently pulling you up with him, he guides you to the porch with muscular, sweater covered arms wrapped on your chest just under your neck. He places a kiss on the top of your head as you lean back into his broad chest admiring the bright crescent moon along with the shimmering stars scattered behind it in the black sky.

“Although I do love gazing at the moon with you, and think this is a really nice surprise, it’s getting cold,” you speak feeling the vibrations of his quiet laugh through his chest.

“You really need to work on your patience dear,” he whispers, lips resting next to your ear. Watching the breath from your nose turn to smoke, you soon see something fall from above making you slightly lean forward to see if your eyes were deceiving you. Sure enough, a similar white speck descended with a small swirl as you gently gripped Ransom’s arm gasping. As more and more fell, you reach out over the banister feeling bits of cold ice touch your palm before melting into miniature puddles.

“Is this real?!”

“No, there’s a man on the roof with a wind machine. Yes, it’s real honey,” he chuckles kissing your cold cheek.

“But the forecast said there was none coming.”

“Yea for where we were. That’s why I brought you a bit further north where it usually snows around this time of year. Luckily it still happened or else everything would’ve been ruined.”

Turning to face him, your arms wrap around his neck as you reach on your tip toes to deeply kiss his lips. You prop your chin on his chest, adoringly looking up at your boyfriend with a soft smile.

“Yea no snow would’ve been a bit of a bummer, but everything would still be wonderful because I’m here with you.”

“Stop you’re gonna make me blush,” he dismisses with a dramatic wave making you giggle.

For the next few moments, you both comfortably stand in each other’s arms with your head now lying on his chest gazing at the steady falling flurries, and Ransom doing the same finding himself truly happy to see snow for the first time in a long while.

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prolestariwrites · 3 years

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Sweet Revenge Fandom: The Witcher Characters: Yennefer, Triss Rating: Explicit Tags: Sex, Oral, F/F

Summary: Triss and Yennefer reject Geralt's advances towards them both, and decide to find satisfaction in their own way.

Written for @thewitcherzine Also available on AO3

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Triss can barely breathe when she and Yennefer burst into her room. Yen stumbles to the bed in a fit of laughter as Triss locks the door and sags against it, her stomach hurting as tears roll down her cheeks. “His face… his face!” Yennefer howls, setting them both off again.

She is weak-kneed when it dies down enough to stand upright. A bit dizzy, she moves to the bed and plops down next to Yen on the mattress, trying to ignore the other’s giggles. “Do you think it was too harsh?” she chuckles.

“Absolutely not!” Yennefer cries. Her laughter cuts off as she makes a face and leans back on her hands, glaring at the door. “What an utter jackass. I’m so tired of him.”

“Me too,” Triss agrees.

There is a pause as they both stare at the door, and she wonders what Geralt is doing right now; probably cursing them both as he tries to break the shackles on his wrists. They had worked together to enchant them enough to withstand even a witcher’s strength, and Triss is confident they won’t see or hear from him until he is released. Deep down there is a tiny little twinge at the idea of leaving him there, and she wonders if they had done the right thing. Certainly he deserves to be taught a lesson, and goodness knows he’s hurt her enough. But leaving him chained to a bed in a tavern…?

“He is a prick,” Yennefer declares. She stands and walks confidently through the room, moving to the table to pour herself some wine. Triss watches as she knocks back a full glass and pours herself another. “He wouldn’t know love if it bit him right on the ass.”

Triss chuckles at that. “I hope he learns his lesson.”

Yennefer eyes her as she drinks again. “Please tell me you’re not worried about him. He’s not going to get out of those shackles.”

“I know—”

“And he has toyed with both of us for a long time.”

“Yes—”

“So no more worries,” Yennefer orders. She fills the glass again and walks over, standing in front of Triss, and holds out the glass. “Only wine.”

Triss smiles and takes the glass. She sips it, noticing the smudge on the glass from Yennefer’s lips. Swallowing carefully, she stares at it as Yennefer kneels on the rug in front of her. Her hands settle on Triss’ thighs, pressing comfortably. “He doesn’t deserve us,” Yen says emphatically.

“I know,” Triss answers, trying to keep any sorrow from her voice. Her mixed feelings are rolling inside of her chest, and all at once she’s very filled with questions. “Would you have?” she asks suddenly.

Yennefer tilts her head, and Triss can feel her thumbs rubbing soothing circles on her thighs. “Would I have…?”

“If I hadn’t told you. He wanted us both tonight and… have you? Would you?”

She holds her breath as Yennefer blinks up at her. “I never have,” Yennefer confesses. Then she kneels up, pressing against Triss’ knees as their faces draw closer. “But I…”

Her voice fades away, and there is a moment’s pause before Yen breaks into a grin. “Of course. You’re very beautiful.”

Triss laughs, half in relief and half in embarrassment. “I always thought you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” she murmurs, pushing Yennefer’s hair back behind her shoulder.

All at once Yen leans forward and their mouths seal together. Triss holds her breath again, waiting, as Yennefer delivers small, feathery kisses on her lips. The movement is soothing and exciting at the same time, so unlike Geralt, but after the draining day some healing is welcome. She must make a decision now, Triss realizes, and she decides that she deserves this as well.

Triss drapes her arms around Yennefer’s shoulders, tilting her face to kiss her properly. She has never kissed another female before, and she finds it more than pleasant: Yen’s lips are soft and plush and they take turns nipping and sucking on one other before their mouths open and their tongues meet. Triss groans softly as Yen’s slips into her mouth, her body clenching just a bit at the sweet aggression, and before she realizes Yennefer is climbing over her, pressing her to the bed.

She grabs a fistful of the thick, dark locks, pushing Yen’s hair back from her face as their mouths slide together. The kiss grows hotter as Yennefer slots her body between her legs, and Triss eagerly opens her thighs to accommodate one of Yen’s. The girls grind together, still wearing the lingerie that scrapes against her quickly heating flesh. Triss feels her body flush, and she nudges her calf against Yennefer’s hip, marveling at how different it is without a thick cock pressing against her.

Yennefer eventually pulls away, a sly smile on her face as she sits back on her knees. Triss watches with a pounding heart as Yen removes her top, her mouth going dry at the sight of her bare breasts. Eagerly she reaches up and cups them in her palm, guiding her chest to her mouth and greedily rolling her tongue around one of Yennefer’s nipples. “Mmmm…” Yen sighs, pressing her palms to the bed to stay upright enough so Triss can nuzzle one breast, then the other.

Her skin is creamy, her areolas a rosy pink. She laps at each one, back and forth as her nipples turn into hard little buds. Triss’ pulse beats wildly as she takes one in her mouth, sucking slowly, just the way she likes it. Yennefer’s moan is her reward, sending a shock of pleasure to her core. It’s addicting, and Triss now understands why men love to paw at her chest and kiss the soft flesh, unable to resist kneading one as she suckles the other.

“Your turn,” Yennefer says breathlessly as she pulls away. Triss blinks up at her, a twinge of embarrassment making her cheeks heat at the way Yen’s eyes glitter with desire. Her breasts are now flushed a deep color from Triss’ attentions, but she only has a moment to admire before Yen is pulling the straps of her own top down, peeling the fabric back to slowly expose her own chest.

Quickly Triss discards the fabric, her nipples already hard and sensitive. When Yennefer sinks her teeth gently into her flesh, Triss arches on the bed, her legs opening instinctively to give all of herself to her. Yen wastes no time, moving back and forth as she sucks hard on her breasts. Her hands press against Triss’ arms, pinning her to the bed as she works until Triss’ head is spinning in pleasure and desire.

But what more is there? As Yennefer teases her body they move together again, and she desperately grinds her sex against Yen’s body, trying to find a position that will give her the friction she is craving. It is no more than a tease, the lace making things even worse, the fabric soaked with her arousal and scratching her throbbing clit as she rocks her hips upwards.

With a groan Yennefer pulls away, leaving Triss gasping on the bed. She spies her quickly pulling off her panties, and Triss does the same, any embarrassment gone with the desperate need for more as her eyes focus on the hourglass shape of Yen’s body. Triss opens her legs again as Yen climbs between them, biting her lip when Yennefer presses her thighs back so she can press their mounds together.

Triss gasps to feel Yen is just as wet as she is, heat rolling from her body deliciously. Curiously, Yennefer thrusts her hips forward, her pubis grinding against Triss’ clit for a brief moment of pleasure as Yen rubs their bodies together. “We could probably use a cock right now,” Yen laughs breathlessly, but her voice is tight with need.

They experiment a bit longer, and Yennefer leans down to kiss her as they rock against one another. The slick from their bodies makes the sensation slippery and hot, but there just isn’t enough pressure. Soon they are moaning together, hands roaming over hips and breasts as the kiss goes wet and desperate. “There must be… something…” Triss pants.

Unable to take anymore, she slips her hand between them, nearly whimpering as her fingers find her clit. The bit of pressure is a relief, and to her delight Yennefer immediately does the same. She strokes her bud in tight little circles, chasing her much-needed orgasm as Yen does too, their lips barely grazing as they pant against each other’s mouths. Triss can feel Yen’s sex flushed with arousal, coating her fingers, and she stops rubbing her own body for a moment to touch Yennefer’s.

She feels the soft, wet hair as she seeks her opening. Triss opens her eyes to study Yen’s face as she strokes her slit, licking her lips when Yennefer moans. Excitement drives her as she pushes Yennefer’s hand away and presses her thumb against Yen’s clit, finding it smaller than her own but nearly pulsing under her touch. Triss slides two fingers up, slipping easily inside her opening, and her own sex clenches when Yennefer gives a yelp of surprise.

“Oh yes… yes…” Yennefer starts to move, riding her fingers, and Triss is careful to keep her thumb pressed firmly to her clit as she does. After a minute of this, Yennefer sits up, her hips rolling in circles as she arches her back. Her hair cascades down her back, her hands sliding up her stomach to fondle her breasts, and Triss leans up on her other elbow to watch as Yennefer falls apart. Is this what she looks like, she wonders, when she is riding a cock? Yennefer is a vision, her breasts bouncing and her stomach twitching, and Triss can feel her cunt tighten and grow even wetter as she curls her fingers inside. She feels powerful giving so much pleasure, her own forgotten momentarily at the sight.

Yennefer gives a cry as she jerks her hips forward. Triss guides her through her orgasm, keeping the pressure for several counts before slowly easing off, her fingers slowing as they fuck her tight opening, her thumb relaxing the pressure until it gently caresses her. Then Yennefer groans and sits back, catching her breath as Triss grazes her sex with feather-light caresses.

When the sorceress looks down with a half grin, Triss feels her body go instantly tight. “Your turn,” she says for the second time, sliding over her.

But instead of her fingers, Triss feels lips and tongue pressed to her throbbing clit. At once she is bucking up from the bed, her knees drawing up and back as she frantically reaches to grab onto something. Yennefer’s hair slips through her fingers as she digs through her tresses, and Triss moans as she lavishes her opening with long swipes of her tongue, cursing herself for not doing this earlier. What would Yennefer taste like? she wonders vaguely, until Yen uses two fingers to open her hood so she can press the flat of her tongue against her clit.

After that, Triss is lost. She pumps her hips to grind frantically against the rough tongue until she explodes, her orgasm rocking her with deep contractions. Yennefer slurps at her body gently as she rides wave after wave, pleasure pulsing through her until she collapses back with weak limbs and her eyes closing.

Yennefer moves to lay next to her, the two snuggling for a moment as Triss waits for her breathing to return to normal. “Triss…”

She turns her head to see Yennefer watching her curiously. “Yes?”

“I liked that,” Yennefer grins.

Triss chuckles. “I did too. I want to do it again.”

Yennefer’s smile grows wider. She rolls to her back, Triss following, and they kiss slowly and deeply as she pictures all the ways she wants to see Yennefer fall apart again.

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crystalwillow · 4 years

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Let Them Talk

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Valentine (F!MC)

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: None. 100% fluff with a tinsy bit of Ethan angst

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The gala was winding down and coming to an end. Ethan watched as Casey used her charm to squeeze out a few last minute donations, only moving from his seat at a table to make his way over as she went in for the final hand shake to seal the deal. The donors then walking towards the main doors and exiting into the night. Casey stood with her eyes closed as she allowed her posture to slouch a little as she pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a tired sigh. Ethan smiled softly as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin carefully on her shoulder. “I’m proud of you.” he praised quietly, as though not to startle her. Pressing a soft, warm kiss to her cheek. Smiling, she leant back into his embrace as her hands fell naturally on top of his. “I’m not the one who made big moves tonight.” She said back, barely above a whisper as she turned around to face the taller doctor. His hands now gliding to the small of her back, he linked his fingers as a means of supporting her as their gazes found each other.

“I... was tired. Of pretending.”

“You weren’t pretending, per se. You were more suppressing your feelings to save my reputation as a doctor. You said so yourself.”

Ethan smiled at her softly, adoration the only thing in his eyes as she looked back at him. A yawn escaped him as he was about to speak.

“Sorry. I guess I’m more tired than I thought.”

“These things do tend to be pretty exhausting. And it probably doesn’t help that you done 5 shots with us before we left.” Casey teased, letting out a little squeal as Ethan playfully jabbed and tickled her sides.

“I’m not that old Casey Valentine. I can keep up with you youngsters perfectly fine and you know it.” He said with a slight chuckle as she writhed in his arms, begging him to stop tickling her.

“No! seriously, stop. Please. I really need to pee. EthAN! NO!” she laughed and shrieked as she almost fell to the floor, but Ethan’s reflexes saved her.

“Do you seriously think I’d let the floor harm your pretty face?” he grinned at her.

“No. But please help me up. I really do need to pee.” she smiled.

Ethan helped her with finding her footing before she walked off to the nearest toilets. He couldn’t resist lightly tapping her butt with a cheeky grin as she looked back at him rolling her eyes playfully. He smiled after her until she disappeared down a corridor, when he turned back he startled slightly as he registered Casey’s flat mates round him in a semi-circle.

“...Can I.. help you?” he asked the 4 faces looking at him. 3 of them wearing matching smirks.

“So you and Valentine huh?” Aurora remarked smugly.

“How long?” Jackie added, fist bumping Aurora still smirking.

“We uh... what I mean is... Casey is....” Ethan flustered

“Is just a friend?” Elijah asked smugly. “We’ve heard that one before buddy.”

“Guys! Don’t tease him so much. That’s mean.” Sienna reprimanded before turning back to Ethan with a smile. “Good for you in taking the leap Dr. Ramsey. Also, thank you for letting her know she was the something that’s worth any risk.” She said sweetly, giving him a quick hug, which he returned with a gentle pat on the back.

“Uh, thank you. Sienna.” He smiled as the other 3 looked at Sienna in shock

“You knew?!” Jackie exclaimed

“And didn’t say anything to us?” Elijah added

“Sienna!” Aurora exclaimed.

The small doctor drew herself to her full height and looked at them sternly in turn. “Casey confided in me when she felt like she had nowhere else to go. So did Dr. Ramsey. I wasn’t going to betray that trust.” she snapped, face screwed in temporary anger. Next to her, Ethan chuckled.

“The smaller they are. The scarier that they get. Casey was right.” Ethan joked. Sienna turning to him and rolling her eyes, hitting his arm. “And it’s Ethan. Outside of work hours at least.” he smiled. Sienna nodded with a smile and small salute.

“Anyway. We came over to ask if we can expect Casey home tonight or not.” Jackie said, getting them back on track.

Ethan shook his head. “Not. There are... a few things I’d like to speak to her about that can’t wait.”

Aurora was about to make another smart remark but saw Casey round the corner with her head down, coming in their direction. “Okay... well. Don’t stay up too late.” She said instead with a wink and the gang turned around, heading outside.

Ethan turned to the sound of heels clicking on the floor behind him, chuckling at the small scowl on Casey’s features as she tugged at her dress muttering angrily under her breath.

“Ugh. Stupid thing will you. No not like that. Will you. UGH!” she screamed but blushed as it echoed around the now almost empty atrium. Ethan extended a hand with a kind and tired smile. “Come on. Let’s go home.” He said. She looked at him perplexed as she took his hand, the two of them heading out into the chilly night. As the frigid chill of the night air hit her skin, Casey hugged herself as a shiver ran down her spine. Ethan shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it round her shoulders.

“Wait here, I’ll just call for a cab.” He said with a smile as she sat on the edge of the fountain. A short while later, they had reached Ethan’s apartment and were drying off from their shared shower.

“That was so warm and refreshing.” Casey smiled with a yawn, plopping on the end of Ethan’s bed as he went through his closet looking for clothes.

“I still don’t see why it’s shocking that I buy Christmas scented soaps. I am a human you know. Not a robot.” He chuckled, throwing one of his navy blue t-shirts at Casey. Laughing when it landed on her head and she whined from behind the material. “Just pull it off.”

Casey lazily pulled it off her head and flopped back on the bed.

“I want to stay here forever. The gossip tomorrow is going to work me into an early grave of retirement.” she joked. Ethan chuckled as he pulled a black V-neck t-shirt of his own over his head.

“You know I’d love nothing more than to spend a full day in bed with you. But work calls whether there’s gossip or not. So please, pretty please, put the t-shirt on so we can get under these covers and cuddle.” he pleaded tiredly, laying next to her on his stomach.

“Can I have a kiss to give me some energy to move?” Casey pouted. Ethan chuckled shaking his head slightly and gave her a peck on the lips. In a flash, Casey had ditched her towel and slid the top over her head. She stood nervously at the foot of the bed.

“What’s the matter?”

“I um... haven’t ever slept without bottoms after a shower... I... feel naked.” Casey stuttered, blushing a light pink. Ethan gave her a kind, tired smile and pointed to his top drawer.

“Take a pair. What’s mine is yours after all.”

“Well. I mean... you can wear my underwear too. Just don’t steal the nice ones.” She joked as she opened the draw, Ethan sighing exasperatedly behind her. Casey stood and looked through the drawer picking out a pair with a neon pink stripe around the waistband, slipping them on and turning to the bed where Ethan was now waiting for her under the covers.

“They look way better on you”

“I didn’t think you were a pink kinda guy.”

“Excuse me? It’s my favourite colour. It’s just not... “manly” to wear such a bright version.”

Casey chuckled as she cuddled into his chest, Ethan covering her with the plush duvet. “You need not giving a fuck about toxic masculinity lessons from Bryce.”

“Do you think him, and Rafael are okay?”

“What do you mean?” Casey asked quietly, tilting her head to look up at him.

“Well, I mean it’s obvious they like you too. And we kissed publicly. They would have seen it.”

“I’ll talk to them when the opportunity comes okay? For now... let’s just worry about us and sleep.”

Ethan sighed with a smile, pressing a kiss to the crown of Casey’s head. “You’re right. Goodnight Casey.”

“Goodnight Ethan.”

--- The Next Morning ---

Early the next morning Ethan rolled over with a groan to turn off his alarm. He didn’t want to get up, but his eyes shot open as he rolled over feeling the empty bed next to him. Panic started rising in his chest. Had last night all just been a dream?

“Casey?!”

He bolted out from under the covers and ran through his apartment looking for her.

“Case!”

As he approach the last room he hoped she would be there and prove that last night wasn’t a dream, but real. He sighed and relaxed seeing her there with her back to the door, music playing quietly from her phone as she plated up food onto two plates. Sensing his presence, Casey turned around and gave him a soft smile before looking at him with concern.

“Are you okay? You look a little worried.”

“I... thought last night was a dream. You... weren’t-”

“Aw! Ethan, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you!” she cooed quietly, walking around the kitchen island and wrapping her arms around his torso, snuggling her head into his chest. “I just wanted to make you breakfast so I knew you’d eaten properly this morning.”

Ethan smiled at the thought of the gesture she wanted to make and returned her embrace, swaying them slightly. “Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince is next.” he said casually, Casey looking up at him with a grin. “How do you know?” she asked with a small smirk tugging at her lips. “I.. may have purchased and downloaded the album on my phone after you shared it with me.” Ethan blushed. Casey smiling at him. “Am I turning you into a swiftie?” she asked. “No comment.” He chuckled before pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Breakfast?” he said, nodding to the plates on the side. Casey smiled and nodded, collecting them and taking them to the couch.

At lunch later that day, Ethan sat with Casey at Derry Roasters as they enjoyed coffee and sandwiches, doing their best to avoid the gossip of Edenbrook. But their respite was short lived as two surgical residents entered deep in conversation. Luckily for Ethan, their seat near the door they had taken up helped him eavesdrop on the topic. To no surprise it was about him and Casey. “But you didn’t see it Angie! Oh, I wish someone would kiss me like that!” one resident all but swooned. “Well I heard she done it to get onto the diagnostics team and is only carrying it on to keep her spot.” The other said bitterly, adding “Only whores do that.”

Ethan watched as Casey’s cheery demeanor vanished like warm breath on cool air. He breathed in deeply and slammed his fist angrily on the table, rattling the items atop it. Casey tried to give him a look to say it was okay. But it wasn’t. This is what he had feared, people suggesting Casey slept her way onto the team. They both knew she hadn’t. She loved him and he loved her, yet he was still to confess that to her aloud. All day so far Ethan and Casey had been telling each other to just let people talk, but this crossed a serious line. His chair screeched as he pushed himself up, reaching the two surgical staff in the line in four strides. “Why don’t you try saying it to my face?” he bit coldly, scowling and crossing his arms over his chest. “Better yet. Why don’t you say it to her face?” he added, moving aside and gesturing to Casey who was anxiously watching the encounter. A deep sadness was in her eyes. The two gossiping staff shook their heads rapidly, gulping as Ethan continued to glare at them. “I thought as much. I suggest you keep any ill talk about Dr. Valentine to yourselves and not let me hear another word, otherwise I will have your jobs quicker than an alligator snaps up its meal.” Ethan snapped, turning on his heel and going back to the table. He sat down and took Casey’s hand in his own, running the rough, calloused pad of his thumb over the delicate skin of her knuckles before lifting her hand to his lips and kissing it gently. Casey smiled which cheered Ethan up a little but too.

“There we go. There’s my girls beautiful smile.” He grinned

Casey felt the heat rush to her cheeks as she blushed brightly, looking down from Ethan gaze shyly.

“Hey. There’s no need to be shy.” He smiled

“Yes there is.” She mumbled

“Why then? What’s the need for being shy?”

“My smile. It isn’t beautiful.”

“Casey!” Ethan exclaimed lightly. The thought that she believed her smile wasn’t beautiful broke his heart. “It’s so beautiful. Why would you think otherwise?” he continued on in question, but only got a shrugged response. He sighed and pulled the small brunette onto his lap, allowing her to snuggle into his chest. They watched the world passing by outside the window whilst Ethan finished his coffee, rubbing soothing circles on Casey’s back. She suppressed a yawn, closing her eyes as they got heavier with each soothing motion. Feeling a change in the tenseness of her body and noticing a change in her breathing, Ethan shook her gently.

“Hey. Wake up.”

“mmm no.”

“Come on. It’s not bedtime yet, we have patients to see to.” Ethan chuckled

“nnnghh.” Casey groaned, gripping onto him tighter as he stood up himself.

“Come on. Maybe we can talk to your roommates and see if they’re okay with you staying with me for a bit. Because I love you too much to spend nights without you right now. I need, no want you there next to me.”

Casey froze staring at him with wide eyes full of happiness as he looked back at her, shock spreading onto his face as the realization of what he said kicked into his brain.

“Casey I-”

“No. Ethan, it’s okay.” She smiled sweetly, taking his hands in her own. “I love you too.”

“You love me too.” He muttered to himself. “SHE LOVES ME TOO!” he shouted picking Casey up and spinning her around, the other patrons in the shop cheering as he kissed her sweetly on the lips. He pulled away beaming and she giggled at his childlike behaviour as he spun her again.

“I know I don’t need to ask this, but I like formality as you know. So, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Ethan.” She chuckled, running a thumb over his cheek as she cupped it in her hand. “I’d love nothing more than to be your girlfriend.”

Ethan laughed in relief as he hugged Casey tightly. “I love you so much. You have no idea how much I’ve been torturing myself. But now I can... we can walk into work holding hands. I can kiss you in the halls!...” he trailed off as he thought about how happy he would be. Eyes sparkling with wonder and delight.

“I guess we should get back to work?” Casey asked

“...Hm?” Ethan hummed, coming back to reality as he heard Casey’s soft voice

“Work. We should get back.” She repeated briefly, Ethan nodding as he headed to the door, holding it open for her. “After you.” He smiled, Casey giving a curtsy before walking out the door. “Why thank you, kind sir.” she said with a giggle as she passed. Ethan following behind, lacing their fingers together as they headed back to Edenbrook, laughing and joking before sharing a kiss just inside the main atrium and heading back to work.

“Oh Ethan!” Casey shouted in his direction

“Yeah?” he called back, stopping and spinning around to face her.

“Remember. Let them talk!” she told him with a grin. He smiled and nodded, heading off to where he needed to be with a wave over his shoulder.

--- That Night ---

Casey and her roommate friends were sat around the coffee table, laughing and mocking each other as Sienna helped her to pack away the boardgames they had been playing. Ethan was currently using their bathroom.

“So how long have you and Dr. Ramsey been...?” Jackie asked clicking her tongue as she made a gesture with her hands.

“Jackie!” Casey shrieked. “It’s not the sex that got me into him. I was already into him before our first time happened. He’s not as bad as people say. He’s smart way beyond medicine, he’s funny, caring... his culinary skills bang. Like, I thought I could cook... that man proved me sooooo fucking wrong. What’s my 5 minute stir-fry to his succulent chicken? Dog shit. That’s what it is, dog shit and his chicken is ... well it’s just... mouth-watering.” She continued.

“But is it good? His... you know?” Jackie continued to ask with a mischievous glint in her eyes

“Jackie Varma I am not giving you details on my boyfriends privates!” Casey laughed hitting her with a pillow.

“Pillow fight!” Elijah shouted and the room burst into temporary chaos as they all flung pillows and cushions from the couches at each other. Casey running over to Ethan as he returned. “Babe save me I’m under attack!” Casey exclaimed breathlessly. Ethan laughed, subtly signaling for a pillow. Sienna being the closest passed one.

“Aw. Are they being mean to you?” he pouted playfully, and Casey nodded. “But it looks like so much fun. You were laughing when I walked in.”

“But... you’re my boyfriend now. It’s one of your sworn duties to protect me.”

“Is it now?” Ethan smirked. “Or is it my duty to not spoil your fun?” he laughed as he turned to face Casey fully revealing the pillow he was holding, hitting her with it playfully and laughing.

“You traitor!” Casey gasped running from him to get a pillow of her own to hit him back.

By the time they had all said goodnight and settled in their own rooms it was close to midnight. Casey looked at her walls with a happy sigh.

“Just think... The next time we get to snuggle like this it will be in your bed. For a whole month.”

“mmm.” Ethan hummed contently, drawing small patterns on Casey’s hipbone.

“What’s on your mind?” she asked, sensing something was on his mind

“Hm? Oh. Nothing. I was just thinking how friendships are fun, and I’ve seriously wasted a decade of my life being lonely and focusing on medicine, when I could have had my own group of friends and roommates as amazing as yours.”

“You’re one of us now. You do know that right?”

“I.. am?”

“Of course you are. Whether we ended up dating or not. You’re an amazing person and I think we’d be equally good friends as we are partners. We just click. I love how are thoughts bounce off of each other, almost as much as I love you.” Casey said softly, kissing his cheek and booping his nose.

Ethan smiled at her. “Thank you Case.”

“What for?”

“I don’t know. Never giving up on me? making me feel seen? Including me no matter how much I protest?”

“Ethan. I’d do anything to see you smile. You have the most handsome smile I’ve ever seen. And I want to see it every single day for the rest of our lives.”

Ethan chuckled lightly, leaning down to give her a kiss. “Goodnight my little firecracker. I love you.”

“Goodnight... my tall old man. I love you too.” She teased back.

Together they snuggled under Casey’s duvet and fell into a blissful slumber, ready to pack and move her belongings to Ethan’s apartment the next morning, both excited for the month ahead.

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A/N: Two Ethan fictions in one day. I think this makes it clear about one of the characters that’s ine my mind right now, don’t you? 😉😂

Anyways, let me know if you would like to be added or removed from my taglist. It helps a lot knowing who to tag and who not to tag, and I would hate to annoy people by constantly taging them when they don’t want to be.

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we-always-hit-our-ass · 4 years

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First Date HCs With David Webster

warnings: meh some cursing but nothing major, it’s also very long I’m sorry- but the rest is just fluff, so eeee I hope you all like them! <333

words: 1.6k (ajsajhk i got carried away on these headcanons, i couldn’t help myself)

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First Date Headcanons with David Webster

So you see, of course our favorite Harvard boy will take you to the fucking aquarium (Cliche and obvious? Yes. But like where else, I mean seriously??)

When you first got together the first thing he promised you was an aquarium date, and well looky here, he fulfilled that promise.

Ok, so y’all pull up to the building and you can see waves of literal euphoria coming out of him. He’s just so adorable and he has a little bit of pep in his step when walking towards the entrance.

And then every time he walks, his poofy brown hair bounces up and down and the way the suns hits it is *chefs kiss*-

Even before you get to the entrance, your boyfriend is gushing about marine animals. They were short descriptions of a multitude of animals but they were so detailed and captivating, you couldn’t help but listen.

However, his voice was a bit distracting at times and you could find yourself zoning out while he talked.

A look of awe is plastered on your hand and your hold on his hand tightens ever so slightly.

It’s safe to say that you learned more about ocean animals in those brief moments than you ever could from your years in school.

Y’all bust in the aquarium like the iconic couple you two are (I’m so proud of you) and boy oh boy is David cute as hell.

Here he is-- a grown ass man who went to Harvard and literally served in WW2-- looking like a child discovering a shiny rock. You love it-

David is indecisive as hell and he had no idea where to go. He turns over to look at you with those beautiful eyes of his and you can’t help but smile.

You two pull up those maps of the building and you two plan out the rest of your date. Your fingers trail over the paper, trying to figure out where to go first.

You two make up this intricate schedule and you knowingly look at each other when your eyes find where the shark exhibit was.

But at the beginning of your date Web held your hand as you two viewed various wildlife vibin in the water behind the glass.

You were in heaven when you saw how the water played so beautifully on the your boyfriend’s face.

David was oblivious to how you stared at him in awe and you were oblivious to whenever he did the same to you.

You named a crab after Johnny and a particularly cute clownfish was named after Babe. You two had a heated discussion on who Winters was.

(Y’all never settled on anything. Web thought he’d be a red snapper. You personally think he’d either be a blue marlin or a swordfish.)

He called you his angelfish and you hit him on the arm for being so cheesy. After that he said that you were a flame angelfish instead and you could only playfully roll your eyes at him.

Get prepared for literally a shit ton of fish trivia this boy will never shut up and he just wants to gush about it to you, it’s very wholesome and sweet actually.

He knows a lot because he either has a whole 100000 page book about the sea printed on his brain or something or because he has the literal ocean in his eyes.

Look I can’t tell at this point-

The two of you were going to every single exhibit this aquarium had to offer and there was no stopping you.

Sadly that intricate schedule is unceremoniously yeeted out the window because when you head over to the next place you're stopping at you two see something else you like and head there instead.

“(Y/N)! I thought we were seeing the penguins next-”

“But Web, the seals! Look at the seal exhibit!”

You’re gripping his arm and looking at him with your stunning face, how could he say no to you?

So he lets an exaggerated sigh and nods his head as he tries to contain his grin.

You two went over to the seal exhibit instead kasjhd- Y’all still got to see the penguins, it’s all ight.

While gawking at the beautiful fish species you saw, Web seemed to know a heaping mount about a lotta of em. The facts he didn’t tell you earlier he says now and you’re just like “look at my smart Harvard boy go-”

The amount of times you wanted to just make a scrapbook that is dedicated to this day alone is nearly impossible to keep track of. The both of you wanted to cherish this aquarium date for all eternity.

Cause literally there’s this one moment where you’re looking over at tropical fish and Web was reading the description. Oh what would happen next-

As you’re admiring the way the small fishes swam gracefully Web legit goes on a rant on how they got some information on the Tiger Barb wrong.

This adorable idiot I- I can’t even at this point.

But Web holds you in his arms as he buries his face in your hair while looking at fish send tweet.

He also wraps his arms around your waist and he rests his head on top of yours. He makes comments about some of the fish and you just sink into his embrace.

Also one thing you did keep from your schedule after not following it was visiting the petting pool after you two ate lunch.

When I say that you two nyoomed over to the petting pool area I mean y’all nyoomed-- Like full Speirs mode on-- because Jesus Christ this is an aquarium and David will obviously take you to the petting pool.

You two arrived there and my Lord you swore that David was holding back a squeal. The two of you immediately rolled up your sleeves and went over to dip your hands to touch the animals in the pool.

The look you gave Web when you touched a cownose ray-- it was precious.

You also couldn’t hold your excitement as a few more smaller rays glided under the pads of your fingertips.

Then there were the horseshoe crabs and yknow those tiny fish that like swarm your hand and tickle you, yeah those too.

Y’all also chill it out and get to wash the jellyfish. The way the room was dark gave it a whole nother vibe, my loves.

Like in that jellyfish room, you two will most definitely just hold each other while gazing at the glass.

Bro, in the dim room, he’ll just pull you close and place a chaste kiss on your forehead and lips.

The bioluminescence of the jellyfish illuminates Webster’s face, making his features appear more sharp. Simping time commence, you two are a fine af couple.

Now time for the real kicker- It’s shark time

After dragging your ass to almost all of the other exhibits in the aquarium, Webster saved the shark exhibits near the end of the date.

Ohoho, was this boy eUPHORIC-

David is gripping your hand tightly and he’s constantly sending you smiles as you two walk closer to the entrance of the shark exhibit.

This is where Webster ascends out of his body, this is the second time he has (first time was when he met you and started dating).

You share his happiness and the utter vibes comin off from your boyfriend makes you so soft and full of glee.

Yknow his constant face when his eyes are focused on something and his mouth is just slightly parted? Well that is his face most of the time during your time there.

M o r e f a c t s.

Webster did write a wholeass book about them, what did you expect?

The utter passion and fascination in his voice really stands out whenever he talks about these beautiful babies-

Like sure, David sounds happy when he talks about other sea animals, but with sharks? Whole nother level.

It’s one of his biggest quirks and my goodness do you just stand there taking in all his facts as he goes on a tangent about different types of shark species.

The light in his eyes as they trail over as they trail over a sand shark swimming by. He’ll also just stare at a leopard shark while smiling because he loves them.

After leaving the shark exhibit after spending 1 hour in there with your boyfriend, you two decide to go home- But first, y’all buying some things from the giftshop.

Webster will spoil you and will buy you anything you want in the aquarium gift shop.

Wallets beware, you’d also do the same for him.

There was this jellyfish theme hat you saw and you made David try it on- He looked so fucking stupid but like a cute kinda stupid.

You regret not buying it when you had the chance-

However- You two got shark plushies together. You got a tiger shark plushy and he gots a hammerhead.

You two absolutely love them and you could’ve sworn you could’ve just burst from happiness when he showed you the tiger shark plush he got for you.

You two also bought those chonky seal plushies because I mean... I mEAN- Just look at em, they’re stunning of course you and Web had to get em.

With a day well spent with your boyfriend you just wanted nothing more but to lay with David on your bed as you run your fingers through your hair.

So you two leave the aquarium building smiling and laughing. Webster leans in a gives you another soft kiss on your lips and you let out a giggle.

The two of you are noticeably happier, and you two head back to the car. The date ends with your hand in his and your four new plushies in tow.

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a/n: it’s been so long since I posted a fic or writing of any kind. unfortunately, i’ll have to put a hold on my pt 2 for the roe fic i made and im procrastinating by writing hcs kasjadjk. i decided to make these for some of the lovely people in my discord server. i hope y’all enjoyed these hcs with web!

i love you all very much, stay safe and i send yall another round of my good vibes 😩💕💕

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botwstoriesandsuch · 4 years

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Do you have any Riju headcanons? Both romantic and general

I honestly don’t have a lot of romantic head canons for Riju, but recently I was doing what I always do, analyzing the crap out of the world. So why not have some

Patricia the Prophet, Riju’s Sand Seal Obsession, and the Most Honorable Job in Gerudo Town

...Headcanons

Warning: Long post, way too much research, and I won’t shut up about business practices, animal fur, and textiles. TL;DR at the end

She is beauty

She is grace

She got a battle scar on her face

Patricia the sand seal, one of the most important members of Gerudo Town, providing guidance as a wise and experienced walrus, moral support in the form of her cute red bow and companionship with Riju, as well as assisting in the plush sand seal business ventures, which we will get into later.

Canonically, Patricia was a gift from Riju’s mother, it would be her first and last gift to her before she died. I see this as the reason why Riju is so obsessed with sand seals, not only because she is a child and loves cute animals, but because it is one of her only links to her mother.

More under the cut:

We can see how clearly Riju loves not just Patricia, but sand seals in general just by looking around town.

Here is her seat at Patricia’s pen (which we will come back to later)

Her room

The booster seat on her throne, along with pillows have sand seals

Her skirt even has a sand seal

Now wait a moment...I think I’ve also seen that logo elsewhere...

Sand seal rental booths, a business that thrives on using domesticated sand seals in order to help people travel swiftly across the desert.

While the existence of sand seal racing might factor into it, it’s still a bit weird that this rental business is able to survive so well even in a time where travel was dangerous and most people just stayed within their city states. Although, I guess is could also be argued that it is a necessity considering Gerudo women must eventually venture out and find husbands, but that’s still a generational, niche market. And consider that there are really only three places that a Gerudo might need to travel to in the desert, the gate way out of the desert, the outpost, and the ice house, with those last two only being accessible by royal guards.

So how is a business being funded so well as to have gold plated signs, and enough space to take up large portions of town? I’ll tell you how, it’s because it’s also being financially assisted by Riju

Hear me out, let’s first look at a map of all of Gerudo Town

The red indicates areas accessible to the immediate public, and the gold being areas accessed only by royal guards/the Chief. The blue is areas associated with sand seals. So not only do sand seals take up a third of the general public market, but they also take of a third of the space within the palace, essentially making up over a third of the space within all of Gerudo Town.

Even leaving out Patricia’s personal pen, businesses can’t just go around taking up that much space without profits to back it up, there’s a ratio that businesses have to account for like “profit for square foot” and even general foot/customer traffic costs massive rent. Buying these areas, much less maintaining them, is gonna cost a pretty rupee.

There’s no way these businesses are surviving all on their own. So that’s why I believe Riju has some influence with these businesses. Now, other than her great love for sand seals, you might ask, “why would she?” I mean sure, everyone loves sand seals, but is she really giving away budget just to fund her hobbies?”

And to that I say, maybe, bUT there is actually a logical conclusion as to why she would do this, as it might not necessarily just be her giving away money, but investing it towards another goal.

Returning to Patricia’s pen, let us observe the gal for a moment.

[Side note: I just find it interesting that Patricia has so many battle scars, interesting considering it is only Riju who rides her. The scars are mostly healed, so it’s fascinating to think about what kind of battle Riju and Patricia encountered even years before Link woke up! I mean, Riju is still only 13 in the game...so she was even younger whenever some event happened with her and Patricia. That’s actually pretty crazy when you think about it]

Anyhow, not only do we see further evidence of Riju’s love for Patricia in the fact that she has a special, royal harness, along with a ruby on her bow, but we see that sand seals have fur.

[In fact sand seals are probably more closely related to walruses, rather than seals, given their tusks and hardened flippers, but walruses still don’t have fur to the same extent. Which is why I’ll be comparing sand seals to desert mammals, cause I doubt they will share much else with their more aquatic counterparts.]

Now fur for desert creatures serve several purposes, whether for climate conditions, protection, and even retaining the loss of water for the body.

At least that’s how it works for another popular, real life, counter part that is also famous for transporting people across the desert, the camel. (Cause they have similar thick fur, along with the same smaller eyes and thick eyelashes, which is similar to the sand seals thick fur on their face) BUT, I’m getting ahead of myself here

Looking further through Patricia’s pen, you will eventually find this room next to the stairs.

In this room there is a lot to unpack, much to me delight because yay! Analysis!

This room

is the key to it all.

Firstly, given the proximity to Patricia’s outdoor pen, along with the special royal harnesses, I’d say this room is specifically meant to tend to her. The room also serves to hold a variety of labeled fruits, including hydromelons and mighty bananas, most likely to feed sand seals.

Then, there is a bath area, again, most likely to tend to Patricia, which has a brush, which can be assumed to be used to brush her fur. In addition there is a spear by a bedside, which most likely just indicates that the guard outside who translates Patricia is also the one who comes into this room.

Finally, and most importantly, there is this desk area, with sewing equipment, and felts, someone was in the process of crafting a sand seal plushie.

A plushie, that is very familiar...

If you take this all in, a picture starts to form.

Riju, a young Gerudo Chief, with an unrivaled love and passion for sand seals, finding interest in areas like sand seal businesses. With her power, wealth, and authority, she allows for large sections to be set aside for sand seal rentals, as well and helping to financially fund them, going so far as to even wear a logo on her skirt, or perhaps the businesses took on the logo in honor of her.

With sand seal rentals thriving, Riju also turns her attention to plushies, pillows, and blankets. Already knowledgeable on sand seal fur, she might use her new found access to several domesticated sand seals in order to commission these items. Notice how Riju is the only one in all of Gerudo Town, nay, all of Hyrule that has any of these special sand seal stuffed animals, blankets, and pillows. All of these, made with sand seal shed fur.

Which, as we previously established, has very similar properties to camel fur/hair! So their shedding rate, consistency, and usage must also be similar which is important because there are already camels being kept for the purposes of their fur in real life.

And before you tell me something like “sand seal fur and/or camel fur wouldn’t make for good textiles” let me side track turn your attention to my research regarding that.

Time wise, this is a very reasonable rate for which sand seals could shed in order to hash out the several products that Riju owns.

Sand seal fur is the only logical way the Gerudo could even craft textiles, as unlike real countries like Egypt or India, there is no cotton plant (and also no British imperialism forcing people to go through the laborious task of harvesting cotton) or alternative plant in order to produce anything else of the sort.

Before you tell me that the Gerudo trade for such materials, first, this is still post-Calamity so it would be impossible to rely soley on imports while Hyrule is still in such an uncertain state and most city states are more isolated. Secondly, Gerudo specialize in exports, with all their fruits, meats, arrows, and such. Travelers typically come to then to trade, not the other way around.

And on top of that, after pouring through several articles online on stuffed animal manufacturing for a few hours, I came across this Guide to Textiles which included several sections on felts, inner lining, stitches, and stuffing

And amoung the pages, I found sEVERAL mentions of camel fur and hair, proving that it if camels can, then sand seal fur can be used for the purposes of stuffed animals

So yeah, sand seal fur is collected in order to make sand seal items. Patricia in particular, given special care, perhaps because we already know she is unique to the other seals so her fur might be more exceptional. We all know the secret ingredient to anything is love. So Patricia even has a special handeler who takes care of her, translates, and uses her fur to custom make sand seal plushies all in that same, preciously mentioned room

(Who might I add, is one of the only people capable of translating the sand seal language, has the honor of living alongside the Chief’s treasured pet who is one of the only links to her mother, as WELL as helping to take Patricia’s fur to craft custom made sand seal plushies for Riju herself? Perhaps only rivaled by Bularia, this guard has one of the most important jobs in the palace and probably gets paid accordingly since Riju values her so much.)

TL;DR, Riju has cornered the sand seal fur market with her power and money, helping the rental business to keep afloat, in order to get access to custom made sand seal fur items, all derived of a love from sand seals that she got from her mother.

In conclusion, Nintendo, I would like my pay check now.

#botw #breath of the wild #legend of zelda botw #loz botw #botw headcanons #riju #Chief Riju #riju botw #sand seal #sand seal botw #patricia botw #patricia the sand seal

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wayhaven week: day two [a feral tenderness.]

prompt: tender

pairing: ava du mortain x zara tang

warnings: this hints and slightly details some very dark backstory bits for my detective. mentions of death and loss.

@otomefandomevents

The Detective’s apartment was like a real home. It wasn’t cluttered at all, but it was full with enough cute decorations to make it look welcoming and lived in despite how she obsessively cleaned when she was stressed. And tonight, she really was very stressed --- Unit Bravo had insisted on staying over to keep watch, by order of her mother, after a nasty incident just a few hours ago where some dickhead on the street wouldn’t take no for an answer; it resulted in him attempting to drag Zara down a dark alleyway and into a getaway car, and it had also resulted in him getting a particularly nasty black eye after the shock of the moment had faded.

And now Zara was restless and also would kill for some chocolate, and so Nat had offered to accompany her to the store. The apartment door had closed with a gentle click, and a quiet had settled in the apartment. It was gradually growing darker outside as the sun set over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the sleepy little town, and so Zara had dimmed the lights and turned on her fairy lights instead. The only sounds heard were that of the television which was set on low-volume, Farah’s leg kicking off the bottom of the expensively velvet sofa she was seated in, and Morgan’s occasional puff of a cigarette.

“Oh,” said Farah with a small frown when her foot suddenly connected with something underneath the couch. Something hard and something solid. The confusion faded quickly though, and was quickly replaced by a mischievous glint in her amber eyes. Curious excitement clawed at her until she quickly clambered off of the sofa and onto the floor, on all fours, to peer underneath the furniture.

“Farah,” said Ava, her confused voice cutting through the sudden silence. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Investigating,” replied Farah. She blindly stuck her arm out underneath the sofa and fished around for whatever object she had managed to kick, and grinned gleefully when she managed to grab it and pull it out onto the wooden floorboards. She positioned herself cross-legged on the floor and placed it in front of her on the detective’s fluffy rug. A box. It was a box. “It seems our detective has some secrets…”

Ava released an exasperated sigh. “Farah…” she said, the warning in her voice evident. Farah dismissed it with a wave of her hand before running her fingertips over the edges of the wooden box. It was white, and freshly coated with paint. At least, it looked it --- she supposed it wouldn’t get much wear and tear whilst being shoved underneath the couch, anyways. And then she pulled the lid off of the box quickly, eagerness shining brightly in her eyes, before her smile faltered.

“What the---”

She was cut off by Ava grabbing the box from her, fully intending to re-seal the object and place it back in its rightful place, except she found herself to be just as surprised as Farah was once she caught sight of what was inside.

A tiny, tiny, white baby onesie was placed in there, along with other items; an ultrasound scan picture, a cut lock of hair sealed inside of a tiny glass box, and another, smaller wooden box, with a plaque on the front, engraved with a name: Vivienne.

Ava clenched her jaw and frowned before quickly snatching the lid out of shocked Farah’s still hands, putting it back on top of the box, and shoving it under the sofa. But it was too late.

The detective and Nat stood in the doorway; Nat had moved a little more into the apartment, oblivious to the girl’s utter shock as she stood, frozen, in the doorway. All the detective could see was Farah’s hands grasped around the box --- her box --- and Ava putting it back where it came from. And then she could distantly hear Ava snapping at Farah through the ringing in her ears about touching things that weren’t hers, and Nat was asking what was going on, and Zara had no fucking idea what to do.

“I---I didn’t mean---” Farah stammered, unusually flustered and panicked for the young vampire, before she finally caught sight of the detective in the doorway. Her eyes grew wide. Ava’s expression once again turned into shock. (If it wasn’t for the context of the situation, Zara was certain that she wouldn’t have been able to hold back a laugh at the way Ava’s lips parted and eyes widened considerably.) Nat, thankfully, hadn’t seen the contents of the box --- neither had Morgan from her place crowded into a corner.

Zara bit the inside of her cheek before managing to move. She closed the door behind her and made her way into the kitchen without a second glance at the living room. Unfortunately, her apartment was open-plan apart from her bedroom, and so it was really fucking hard to do. She wordlessly switched on the coffee machine and watched it grow alive, listening to the gentle whirring it made, desperately hoping for it to drown out everything that had happened. And maybe even erase it completely.

It was an awful lot to ask of a coffee machine, really.

She opened a cupboard and grabbed a white mug. Not her favourite. Her favourite was in the dishwasher --- had it finished yet? --- no. She placed it under the coffee machine. Her head throbbed with her own heartbeat when Ava cleared her throat.

“Detective,” she said, and tried to sound stoic, but Zara could hear the concern in her tone. Zara tried to drown it out as the machine poured out her drink. She stirred. Ava tried again. “Detective.”

Zara went straight into her bedroom, closed the door behind her, and let herself slide down it, tucking her knees up to her chest and breathing shakily. She shouldn’t be acting like this --- not in front of Unit Bravo, anyways. But they also shouldn’t have found out. She had kept the secret well enough for years and had killed any surfacing rumours with harsh glares and an intolerance to the gossip. They weren’t supposed to know, she repeated in her mind. Why do they have to know?

Her shuddering breaths were the only thing she could hear for quite a while, until the panic and shock dissipated into anxiety and shame. It clawed and crawled its way up into her guts, bubbling furiously, threatening to spill right out of her. And it did. She cried for a long time --- she didn’t know exactly how long. Maybe a few hours. Maybe just half an hour.

The sky was enveloped in vast darkness when she managed to hold back her choked sobs, wipe her eyes with some tissues, and turn on her record player. The scratching sound was familiar. The sound of the smooth music echoing around her room was comforting. It was okay. It was going to be okay.

Was it?

She was sat cross-legged on her bed when there was a knock on her bedroom door. Her chest tightened with the returning panic. “Zara?”

Ava. It was Ava.

Her panic abated; just like that.

“Yeah?”

The door opened swiftly and there she stood, but not for long until she moved and closed the door behind herself. Zara blinked. “I came to see if you were alright,” said the woman. Her blonde hair, usually pulled up into a tight bun, was slightly mussed. Two strands of hair fell at either side of her face, framing the soft lines of her cheekbones. Her brows were furrowed with concern. “And to apologise for what happened.”

Zara shrugged bitterly. “It’s not your fault.”

Ava stared at her for a long while, gaze softening as she watched Zara tuck her hair behind her ear and attempt to give her a smile. It was soft and made Ava’s stomach churn with foolish fluttering. She cleared her throat and tried to bury the feeling --- she had been unsure of whether to check up on Zara for hours now as the memories of the last time they’d been alone together in this room burned brightly in her brain. That memory made her heart flutter, too.

“Regardless,” said Ava, “I’m truly sorry.”

Zara nodded before she paused. “You don’t have to just stand there, you know,” she said, and her voice was small. “I don’t bite.”

An amused smile curled Ava’s lips, eyes glinting but still shining with worry. Wordlessly, she walked across the room and sat stiffly at the edge of Zara’s bed. Zara leaned back against the plush pillows and watched her before she broke the silence.

“Is Farah okay?”

Ava blinked. “I believe she is,” she said. “Although concerned.” She tried her best to stop the way her stomach churned at Zara’s soulless tone, or the lingering touch of hurt that shone in her eyes. Despite herself, Ava felt the determined urge to do something, anything that would provide even the slightest ounce of comfort to the detective. Her mind ran blank. Maybe some coffee, or---

Zara averted her gaze to stare up at the ceiling. “I heard shouting.”

“Yes.” The word was stiff. She wasn’t very good at this sort of thing.

“Do you hate me?”

The shocked expression on Ava’s face was too quick to be hidden. “Why on earth would I hate you?”

Zara shrugged again. “You saw what was in the box, yeah?”

Ava’s jaw clenched. “Yes,” she admitted. “Although I was simply trying to stop Farah from rummaging through your belongings --- which she called investigating.” Her words were tempered with their usual sharp edge of disapproval, but it was different this time.

The dark-haired woman didn’t seem to listen. She never did like to take no for an answer; it was one of the many traits that Ava couldn’t help but admire about her. Her fierce determination, her unwavering ambition, her ferocious tenderness that was reserved just for Ava, just for their moments alone like this. “I wouldn’t blame you for hating me.” She laid herself vulnerable, over and over. She would regret this in the morning.

“I couldn’t hate you if I tried,” confessed Ava, and the tone she used was the gentle one that made Zara’s heart swell, her stare so soft it almost made her melt under it. Zara swallowed thickly, trying to suppress how she was often reduced to nothing but raw, uncaged tenderness whenever Ava was around. Ava was doing the very same, Zara could tell, by the familiar way the blonde woman wavered under her softer stare, shifting and shying away from it, shielding herself once more. Something about the tenderness of the night made it near impossible for Ava to preserve her walls and her dignity, and so she gave in, again and again and again, as she always did. The quizzical thing was how Zara managed to always make her want to give in; to shatter her own safeguards, if even for a moment, and follow her light. She wondered if it would be safe. She wondered if it would feel as warm as Zara’s skin did on hers. Yes, she thought to herself. Without a doubt. And there was that foolish fluttering in her chest once more.

“Have you?” asked Zara.

There was a heavy pause.

“Every day,” said Ava.

And gosh, she wished she could.

#wayhaven week 2020 #ava du mortain #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #my detective and ava share a somewhat soft moment after her backstory is revealed #it's slightly very heavy #i apologise #angst angst angst #female detective/ava du mortain #detective/ava du mortain #ava x zara

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