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frostbite — pt. 14

pairing ; childe x gender neutral!reader

content ; childhood friends to “rivals” to lovers, slowburn

cw ; mentions of scars (edit: im a fucking idiot i forgot they talk abt scars at the start of the chapter) and like… brief dottore mention, so u know it’s icky. also u guys will be mad at me.

notes ; AHHH!!!!! I LIVE!!!!! oh gosh so many hectic life events lately….. i hadnt been able to get my hands on this dang chapter for so long

anyhow, i was planning to publish this one early like a day or two ago with a reference to an arlecchino voiceline that was THEN a leak and not out yet, so i’m glad i waited and developed this one just a little more LOL

also good luck with everyone’s arle pulls!!! (better luck than mine i hope ;w;) just like childe and the reader at some point, WANTERS WILL BE HAVERS ‼️

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“agh— be more gentle!”

“i’ll be more gentle if you stop flinching away. you’re a war machine who can turn into an abyssal beast, withstand how draining it is to use it, hold your ground against a champion duelist but you can’t handle a little cotton ball soaked in alcohol?”

“well there’s no adrenaline anymore to remedy this sting, now, is there?”

it’s almost comically reminiscent of your meeting with childe back in zapolyarny palace, where he got himself hurt just to come tell you that he was to leave for liyue— feels like it was ages ago. childe leans against the elegant marble counter of your hotel room’s bathroom, pile of bloodied cottons and tissues piling by his hands, while you clean the fresh wounds he’s just acquired from clorinde.

from how much he flinches and hisses, the wounds almost seem grave… but they’re no more than a few scratches, slashes and bruises. after his witty remark, you can only attribute his absurd resilience during battle to the mentioned adrenaline— otherwise he wouldn’t have gotten nearly as far as he has with those reactions of his.

“so did you get what you wanted from that spar? how was it in comparison to your other tries?”

childe pauses thoughtfully and proceeds to pout.

“…i think she was still holding back. i need another spar.”

“gh-! are you kidding?! childe tartaglia ajax, i am not letting you resplit the forehead i just fixed up anytime soon.”

he sighs melancholy like a grounded child, but nods in agreement anyhow. childe’s eyes remain downward, he mindlessly fiddles with the hem of your shirt as he awaits patiently for you to finish tending to his wounds. once you finish, you scan him up and down to certify that you’ve taken care of everything, until your gaze is caught by his scars.

his war medals.

he’s got an insurmountable amount of them scattered all over his body and not one is like the other— some are large lashes most likely caused by weapons like axes or claymores; some are finer lines caused by swords or daggers; a few of them even look like different types of burns, likely the work of varied elemental catalysts; and some look like small stars or circles, probably the result of arrows or the tips of polearms.

the inches of his skin that his scars don’t cover are littered with the tiniest specs of freckles… ones you’ve barely had the privilege to see over the years as a result of living in eternally cold lands. it’s only been since you’ve both been to warmer regions like liyue, inazuma and now fontaine that you’ve began to notice them.

and you’ve found that the intricate, graceful tapestry that childe’s scars and freckles weave is… gorgeous.

it’s so uniquely mesmerizing that you nearly struggle to find a worthy comparison within words or the world around you. the closest one would be to a starry sky— you imagine that his freckles become the stars that remain stationary and furthest away in the night sky, small and bountiful, while his scars are the shooting stars that flash by in a vivid explosion of light.

it’s beautiful. he’s beautiful.

you’ve realized that you’re less afraid to admit this to yourself now. perhaps spending so much constant time with childe after such a while of misencounters and diverging schedules, has made you become more comfortable around him— to the point where you barely minded him childishly playing with the hem of your shirt. it feels fine, domestic even… almost in the same way that a coup—

“hey, why’re you staring so hard? am i not gonna make it, doc?”

you flinch as you’re snapped away from your train of thought, taking in how childe’s eyes flicker worriedly over your face. unfortunately, your mind isn’t freed from the grasp of your thoughts of… admiration and your gaze quickly flies over his scars once again. the delicacy of the moment, unexpectedly, fuels you with enough confidence to raise forward a hand that lightly grazes a particularly eye-catching gash on childe’s neck— the stretched healed skin ever so slightly bumping against your digits.

“nothing… j’st looking at your scars.” you answer absentmindedly.

beneath your hand, you feel his adam’s apple raise in a hearty gulp. next, childe inhales deeply and exhales a shuddered breath, as if an attempt to ground himself.

“what about ‘em?” he whispers expectantly.

“i like them.”

it’s as if you’ve gotten the liquid courage of a drink while being entirely sober, you’re surprised that you’ve done so much as let yourself say that out loud. though perhaps… that bewilderment might just be your downfall— within the thought, you notice just how close you and childe stand before each other. he leans against the bathroom counter in only the deep red undershirt of his uniform, eyes laser-guided onto your every move while you’re only a hair’s length away from him. his absurd height doesn’t help the moment either, as he’s forced to hunch over and his figure arches forward into you— it’s suffocating.

you can’t allow yourself to crumble and panic right now, it would absolutely destroy you for the rest of your life, so you opt to breathe deeply. childe watches intently as you do and returns it with his own deep sigh, one that you feel hit your face warmly the moment it leaves his lips and so it further capitalizes on just how obscenely close the two of you are— to the point where you breathe each other’s air.

childe’s piercing azure eyes move from matching your own to slightly further down on your face…

to your lips.

“yeah?” he mumbles in the most delicate tone possible, it’s not like you’re too far to hear anyway.

it’s an inexplicable magnetic pull that brings you the smidgenmost closer to him, it has to be so. it must be that same pull that brings you to look at his mouth— plump and pink, likely still store from the split at the corner of his bottom lip. and there’s no other possibility other than that damned magnet as to why your hands slide up to wrap around his neck, childe’s shyly snaking around your waist in response.

you don’t feel like you’re in a bathroom in a hotel room in fontaine anymore, you don’t feel like the seconds pass anymore. it’s a pocket between space and time that has enveloped the two of you, away from everything else.

and there’s nothing in this world left to do other than to lean just a breath closer to each other… just a little more and—

knock knock knock knock!

you flinch away faster than lightning, heart thudding ironically like thunder. childe also seems to have been entirely spooked by the knocks on the bedroom door and he pretends to bring his hand up to scratch something on his face, but you know very well he means to hide his glaringly flushed face— you know that because you do the very same, only you briskly step away to open the door instead.

outside the room, two fontainian officers greet you, though they seemingly go wide eyed for just a brief second as if you’re not who they expect to answer.

“forgive me, friend, this is… mr. tartaglia’s room, is it not?” one inquires.

you frown in suspicion, and you plan to not directly confirm the question as to pry exactly what business two policemen would have with childe. unfortunately, the devil decides to announce it himself by coming up behind you, arms crossed defensively.

“and what might be the problem, officer?” childe asks pointedly.

both officers simultaneously eye the two of you, the blushing idiots opening the door together, and proceed to share a knowing look. the first officer sighs while the second clears his throat awkwardly.

“we apologize for… intruding so abruptly but— mr. tartaglia, you are currently being suspected of being the culprit behind the serial disappearances of young women case. for the time being, you are under arrest and must face trial at the opera epiclese to make your case.”

…what.

“what?”

coincidentally, both you and childe exclaim at the same time— though, childe’s tone is rather condescendingly skeptical while yours is laced with pure, unadulterated shock.

the harbinger scoffs. “well, i can very confidently tell you right now that i didn’t do it.”

yeah, great way to clear any and all suspicion, man.

frustratedly pinching the bridge of your nose in an attempt to help you process the last five seconds, you sigh.

“i-i think what he means to say, officer, is that it’s not plausible for him to even be a suspect in this case. i mean— if i remember correctly, doesn’t that case extend for over twenty years? we’ve only been in fontaine for a few weeks! you can check our travel tickets, they’re dated. plus, we haven’t done anything even remotely disruptive while we’ve been here, both of us have multiple reliable alibi’s regarding our whereabouts over the past few days, and—“

the officer puts up a dismissive hand, effectively interrupting you. “please, leave this for the iudex to hear.”

a metallic jingling catches your attention and you see that the second policeman wordlessly produces handcuffs from his tool belt, the panic bubbles in your throat even further. childe’s shoulders visibly tense and it’s clear that he’s intent on fighting back— with once again lighting fast reflexes, you put a hand on his shoulder and throw him a warning look as a means to discreetly impede him. childe sighs frustratedly but ceases anyhow, allowing himself to be guided out of the room. out of pure illogical desperation, you chase after.

“don’t say anything hostile or stupid until we find you a lawyer! i promise you i’ll be right behind!” you call out as the three are at the other end of the hallway and catch a final look from childe, the emotion behind it is indescribable.

your chest feels overwhelmingly tight.

—

who knew such a resplendent room could be so suffocating.

it feels as though you’ve been waiting for an eternity and the intended comfort of the opera eplicese’s waiting room only serves to unnerve you more. the most important person in your life has just been abruptly accused of being a serial kidnapper and you’re supposed to indulge in sickeningly sweet pastries and tasteless tea? it’s almost derogatory.

your leg has become sore from how much it bounces restlessly, your nail plates scratchy from how much you fidget with them, all the paper napkins on the table sloppily folded into failed paper stars. none of it helps.

you can’t even decide what to worry about, all of it swirls and spirals in your head like a rumbling tornado. is he okay? are the officers treating him well? who will defend him? will he go to prison? for how long? when in the tsaritsa’s name will arlecchino retur—

the door slams open and you jump, partially with the abruptness of it and out of sheer panic to get some news on the situation. your heart starts palpitating again and it takes everything within your willpower to seem more put together in front of the knave.

“s-so?” you ask with an uncontrollable shake in voice.

“it’s invariable, childe must face trial and defend himself. we can only count on the factuality that he is innocent and the oratrice will say accordingly.”

you sigh, at least… whatever in the archons’ name constitutes that machine is infallible.

“the trial starts in five minutes.” arlecchino adds curtly.

you nod and allow yourself to take a deep, grounding breathe before standing up to leave the waiting room. as your hand reaches out to the doorknob, there is a firm grip on your shoulder. you turn ever so slightly to find a pointy-nailed, stark black hand holding you back— another moment to analyze the hand reveals to you that… that’s her skin. black.

a chill runs down your spine.

“allow me, for a moment, to ask a selfish question in exchange for a selfish answer, sargeant.” she stands, voice dark and menacing. “as an asset of the doctor’s… do you share his ideals?”

the question takes you off-guard but it also… doesn’t. you’re not an idiot— you’ve heard of dottore’s letters to the house of the hearth suggesting the, err.. ‘rejects’ be sent to his custody so he can further his experiments. you remember how utterly appalled you were when you first came across the information. if the knave truly cares about the children in her orphanage, it’s no wonder how tightly she grips your shoulder, sharp nails just a breath away from breaking skin.

and so she asks you selfishly, a question not of loyalty but of morality.

dottore’s face flashes before your eyes and your hand subconsciously tightens into a fist, expression hardening.

“if his life were in my hands, i’d crush it in a heartbeat.” you whisper bitterly.

the grip releases you and it’s as if air is easier to breathe after that. arlecchino wordlessly steps ahead to open the door for you and gestures for you to leave first, expression neutral as if nothing had happened.

the courtroom looks like no courtroom at all, rather you feel as though you’re about to watch an opera in a grand theater— the rumors about fontaine seem to be true after all. in the rows of cushy seats, people whisper and gossip endlessly until you find yourself a seat and the booming sound of a gavel being struck echoes through the court, all sound ceases.

“court is now in session for the case of serial disappearances of young women, today we will hear both the prosecution and defense’s arguments regarding mr. tartaglia of the fatui’s alleged involvement.”

a baritone voice echoes through the silent courtroom, the direction it rings out from reveals a white-haired man in proper blue robes, sitting in a balcony that floats above the courtroom’s stage. you recognize him as the iudex, the chief justice, monsieur neuvillette. his tone is elegant and intellectual, with complete considerate professionalism—- its cadence almost reminds you of zhongli in a sense. but that’s not all that reminds you of zhongli… you can’t quite put your finger on it though.

what follows is merely formal introductions from the prosecution and the defense and you take the opportunity to become distracted and ponder over just how catastrophic your morning had turned out. it all happened so quickly too— one second you were… ah… canoodling with childe and the next he was being escorted out the room by law enforcement. had you been cursed by the gods? would they be so cruel as to make every peaceful moment in your life just merely bedding for the next major inconvenience? would they be so frustratingly taunting as to let you get that close to the one you have feelings for only to rip you two away from each other right afterwards?

“it would appear i must repeat my question, mr. tartaglia.” neuvillette says firmly, catch your attention and breaking you from your daze.

“do you accept the charge that you are the true culprit behind the serial disappearances case?”

“to be perfectly honest, i don’t understand your country’s complicated court systems, or the reason why i’m being charged with something i’ve never even heard of.” the harbinger answers bluntly.

“however, i did hear that people who have been charged can choose to participate in a duel to clear their name— is that right? in that case, as long as i accept the charge, i can have an all out fight with that champion duelist clorinde, right?”

…

how can the supposed love of your life be this stupid?

“when i privately sparred with her last time, she was obviously holding back… real disappointing.”

“hey, don’t you understand? you’re currently the prime suspect for a major case! this isn’t the place for you to be looking for fights.” a female voice calls out from the balcony directly above where you seat— while you can’t see who it is, you can only assume from the bossiness of her tone that it’s lady furina herself, the hydro archon.

“oh? sounds like the hydro archon wants to lecture me on the ways of the opera house…” childe taunts. “then why don’t you duel me too? i’m the kind of students that learns best in the heat of battle.”

you’ll kill him, oh you’ll kill this idiot one day… does he want to rot in prison for the rest of his days? this time you truly cannot hold yourself back from subconsciously standing up in panic, limbs urging to get up there and try to amend the situation yourself by arguing like a normal, sane person— but the judging stares of the other spectators hinder you glued to your seat out of sheer embarrassment.

“alas, it would appear that communication with the defendant is going poorly, and we have made very little progress.” neuvillette intervenes. “in that case, let me explain everything from the very beginning again. the goal of this trial is to determine the culprit behind the serial disappearances case—“

“that case had nothing to do with him! you’ve got the wrong man!”

huh? …who said that? did that not come out of your own mouth? seems like something you’d blur out… instead it comes from a flamboyantly dressed blonde woman who bursts into the courtroom at that very second. to you, she nearly seemed angelic in the moment.

“miss navia, this is the second time you’ve interrupted the court proceedings. i only tolerated your behavior last time because you were able to provide the court with a key eyewitness. but that was exception rather than standard court protocol— i can very well charge you with contempt of court for your interjections.”

“oh please, did you ever think i had any respect for this place’s pointless theatrics?” navia scoffs.

“we can put aside that discussion for now, i’m not here to argue with you. i’m here to charge the true culprit behind the serial disappearances case. and if my charges prove true, the tartaglia here will be proven innocent by default, correct?”

neuvillette proceeds to dismiss childe from the stand to make way for navia and allows him to seat in the audience and you feel like you should owe this lady your life. childe’s eyes scan through the seats and when he spots you, he visibly lights up and beelines to the seat next to yours.

“challenging the hydro archon? really?” you whisper playfully.

childe contains himself not to laugh loudly. “can’t say it wasn’t worth the shot.”

it’s as if a wordless conversation settles between the two of you, silent glances and deep sighs that express the mutual hopefulness for a good outcome of this trial. after a solid few seconds of staring at each other like fools, childe’s gaze drops down, you follow it to see his gloved palm sat in the armrest between the two of you— it faces outward in an invitation. your hand joins his without thought and the second your skin registers the warmth that radiates from his hold, it’s like an electric shock runs through your veins. one so buzzing that makes you two simultaneously face away from each other to hide your burning cheeks.

you’d like to pretend that you’re paying attention to the trial, but the ever so gentle squeezes childe hand gives yours periodically seem to take up all of your focus and cause it to short circuit. suddenly, there’s another burst of the courtroom’s doors and there stand the traveler and paimon, because of course they’re somehow also involved in this.

“naviaaa, we’re back!” paimon calls out.

“as expected of my partner! i just knew you’d come back in the nick of time!”

“just how often do you intend to flout the rules of this court…” neuvillette mutters disappointedly.

the traveler’s appearance contributes new evidence towards navia’s favor, who expertly disperses all of the oppositions statements. the culprit is revealed to be a man by the name of vacher, who was intent on bringing back his dear vigneire to the point where he began dissolving innocent young women with primordial seawater. as overtly ridiculous as fontaine’s spectacle culture seemed to be, you couldn’t say that watching this trial play out wasn’t extremely entertaining.

but speaking of innocent…

“at this point, the verdict of this trial is clear. with mr. marcel’s conviction, the charges against mr. tartaglia no longer hold any basis.”

you giddily look over at childe, who seems as aloof as someone who didn’t worry for a second. your fingertips tingle with excitement and you can feel the stress evaporate off your shoulders in real time. neuvillette summarizes the entire case once more and submits the verdict to the oratrice— the machine hums loudly and flashes a blinding blue, producing an envelope finally confirming his guilty status. much to unspoken disappointment, childe lets go of your hand to stand with his chest proudly puffed up.

“well now, hasn’t this been the most delicious piece of drama? the villain has been caught, justice has been served, pas wrongs have been righted and it’s a bit ol happy ending… since it’s been such a great show, i’ll just let the false accusations against me slide. either way, i’ve still got some business to attend to, so if you’ll excuse me—“

the harbinger looks back to offer you his hand once more and you happily take it before childe begins to lead you two out of the room. unfortunately, the guards at the doors of the courtroom remain unmoving as they block the doors and you frown in confusion.

“please wait just one moment, mr. tartaglia.” says the iudex.

“oh, what now? none of this has anything to do with me.” childe groans.

“according to court protocol, since this trial was initiated due to a charge against you, a verdict must also be made regarding the initial charge before the trial can conclude.”

you sigh out of selfish frustration, but opt to respect the proceedings anyhow— it’s not like the verdict will change now. childe, on the other hand, voices his annoyance like a petulant kid.

“please respect the laws of fontaine. this has always been the rule.”

“it’s fine, we’ll just have to wait here a few little seconds more.” you whisper to childe coaxingly.

he sighs. “alright alright, but this has been a lot of hassle. all i need is to stand over there, right? let’s just get this over with…”

“through evidence presented in the public trial that was just held, it has been established that mr. tartaglia has no direct connection to the serial disappearances case. the guilty party has been established and thus, it is logical to suppose mr. tartaglia is innocent of the charges.”

the machine whirrs once more, stirring some curiosity within you as to what exactly makes it tick or give accurate verdicts at all. as the envelope reaches the chief justice’s hands, he seems to stutter for a moment as he reads it. neuvillette’s ever so stoic face falls slightly into a vexed frown and he hums in confusion.

“according to the judgment of the oratrice mechanique d’analyse cardinale, mr. tartaglia is— guilty.”

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Kinktober 2022 Week 2 - Petplay

BILLLIE's Fukutomi Tsuki x Male Reader Smut

7,537 words

Categories | bratbunnygirl!Tsuki, petplay, bunnydoggy-style, rough sex

Is this even petplay? I don't know. This was some random idea I got after seeing the photo below. I hope I gave justice to it even with the poor editing.

The map you spread open before you is yellowing. Since the day you tore it from the Billlage encyclopedia at the restricted section in a long-gone library, it has become a part of you that you cannot live without. It is just like you: battered and broken. The page that had once been colorful and vibrant to show the beauty of the place is now partially torn at the side and has become a crumpled mess with all the times you crinkled it in your pocket. You have to lay it flat on a table and press the crinkles down with your palm to even read the content properly.

Throughout its age and weariness, however, it has stayed with you more loyally than any other person in the world.

You and the map to the Billage have become one and the same. The lore and heart of the destination you've been seeking out for years on end has become a part of you, too. In a way in which you simply cannot live without it, or imagine living like that. You cannot even count on your fingers the number of nights you've spent flipping through phone books and analyzing myths about the Billage, desperate to find one that it is at least partially true that would lead you to the answers you wished for on your birthdays and Christmases. It was a difficult job to separate what may be fact mixed with fiction from just myth. The GingaMingaYo is unpredictable. What you may know as factual might as well be a nursery rhyme to the Billagers. A nursery rhyme, in turn, is their direct way of life.

Eventually, you found the fruit of your tireless years of researching in the SNOWY man.

He was the last person you thought would help you out. You'd like to say the complete reason for it is because you had learned to be sketchy of people, but the other half to it is one that you have only yourself to blame. Immediately judging him because of his large stature and soulless black eyes was a bad thing to do, considering that first impressions are always wrong, anyway, and the SNOWY man proving his moral character by leading you to this icy land, the place he told you would take you to the Billage.

You lower your map and look around. Yep, this is definitely the place. The skies are almost as black as your yeti friend's eyes. Snow beats down the blocks of ice that make up the land. You're shivering a little. Your nose is chapped red from frostbite, but you know this is it. This is where you go to your destination.

The SNOWY land is simply a passageway to the Billage. As much as you'd like to stay around and explore the place, your heart tells you to do what you have to do first.

"Well," you say, meekly, "I guess this is it."

You try to sound lighthearted, but longing devours your heart with its menacing sharp fangs. The SNOWY man, even if he is a yeti, has become your friend over the last months of your travels. Departing from him is more unnatural to you than the GingaMingaYo. And that's saying something; the strange world lives up to its name more than the orange fruit.

The SNOWY man makes a solemn grunt. His large, icy head is turned downwards. He doesn't say anything, or anything that's in human language, but you understand what he means by that. You understand it too well.

"Aw, don't weep me too much," you say to your friend. You pat him gently on the back with your heavily gloved hand. "I'll come back for you. I'll tell you all about it. One day, when the spell is strong enough, I'll take you with me, too."

The yeti doesn't speak your language, but you have a feeling that he understands you. He of all people (well, yetis for this matter) knows how important going to the Billage is for you. He knows what it means to you, and the conflicts your mind has had to face trying to appreciate and learn about a place that took everything that matters to you away. He knows how much you've studied about the Billage and how hard you fought just to see her again.

He knows how important Billage is to you because it is where the love of your life and the reason for this journey, Fukutomi Tsuki, was taken away.

It all started a few years ago, also known as a forgotten period when times were simpler. Simple as they may be, the years come back to you in confusing fragments with memories as broken as ever. There will never be a day that you completely understand how to connect all the puzzle pieces to each other.

But you do remember her. How can you not? Fukutomi Tsuki is a beautiful girl. She's sweeter than any chocolate you can give her for Valentine's Day.

And she'd still say "thank you."

Tsuki's special ability is to see the good in everything. She even found something lovable in you, a guy far below her league. She has told you over and over how much she loves you as she cuddles you to sleep like a bear. And no expensive gift or birthday party would ever make you feel more special than she does.

She made your life so much better than the shitshow it was before she stepped in. She's like the sunshine to your rainy city, the creamer to your coffee, and the kiss on your cheek that lingers throughout the day and makes you blush profusely.

In simpler words, you love Fukutomi Tsuki, because she came to your aid when you were starting to believe that nobody was coming.

And with just one chant of the classic GingaMingaYo hymn, you'll finally take her in your arms after all these years. You can already picture her cute shocked face, and how fast she'll run to you before she leaps into your arms. You let your heart hold that image to prepare yourself for the final transition.

You close your eyes and smile to yourself. You let the happiness in your heart stemmed from the thought that you will meet Tsuki again make the hymn a happy tune:

" Can't complain, 다 그런 거라 해

이상해, 왜 긴가민가요?

Can't explain, 또 특이하다 해

말 못 해, 왜 긴가민가요?"

Immediately, the ground below you starts to shake. The SNOWY man makes a fearful grunt and jumps away. You try not to be a coward as the ground withers, your surroundings melt, and your whole world turns black.

Trust the process, you think, trust the process.

————

WHAT A STRANGE WORLD!

The four words ring in your ears like a bell. Everything you see is familiar. You've seen this view before when you were researching. But now they're blurry and glitched, as if you're seeing a simulation bug in real time. The words do more than repeat in your ears; they slide across your vision in red bleak letters. To your horror, the text looks exactly like real blood.

You have no idea what the hell is happening. Flashes of your old pinboard, used excessively with the numerous red and green threads stretching across each other with large pins as forks in the wide road that is your investigation into the Billage. You see the girls it has taken—a wide-eyed woman with pouty lips, another one who is short-haired, and a girl whose eyes curve into a feline shape—and the monsters who did it. The word "monster" isn't used metaphorically, but the guys who did it aren't exactly that scary. They just look... odd. One has a football with a smile for its head. Another is a yeti like the SNOWY man.

You have to squint to see them since you can barely see the Billage anymore. Your view is all covered with manically written red chants of: " WHAT A STRANGE WORLD! WHAT A STRANGE WORLD! WHAT A STRANGE WORLD! "

You're dizzy. You're happy. You're angry. You're sad. You're everything in between—the anguished and the merry, the grudgeful and the sorrowful.

Your head is spinning. The words swirl around you and blocks you from entering the place. They echo in your ears over and over tauntingly. The onset of several emotions and feelings have made you more ill than ever. Why is this happening to you? Did you say the hymn wrong?

Grope around for a chair to give yourself a seat as the world settles down. Groan loudly because you end up slipping and landing on the wooden floor hard.

Wait, wooden floor?

The moment the thought entered your head, the tornado of blood-scrawled words around you stops. It has disappeared so cleanly that there aren't even any dust or red blood as signs of its temporary presence. Not at all. You only see a flat wooden floor of what seems like a small cabin when you look down to check. It is so surprising that you do not even realize that your gloves are gone. The floor's surface is littered with snowflakes that lead to a medium-sized table in the middle of the enclosed space.

Is this the Billage?

No... no, this isn't it. You feel like you've dreamed about this place once. It is surely familiar, but it definitely isn't the Billage. It all just looks like an opposite-day duplicate of it. The cabin is supposed to be green. Additionally, it isn't snowy in the Billage at this time of the year, so why are there snowflakes on the ground?

But there must be a reason why it all looks so familiar. Haven't you sketched this exact cabin in your notes? These types of shelters are said to... said to...

You pause. You can't remember anymore. You can't remember anything. Weren't you just thinking about it a moment ago? Wait, what is it? And why were you thinking of it?

And one last question, what the fuck is happening?

Is the Billage truly like this? If it is, then your poor human mind isn't going to be able to take it. But you've already decided that this isn't where you are supposed to be at. The only problems now are to find Tsuki, if she is here, too, and get out.

Then—

"O-oh my god! Oppa!"

That voice...

Now, that voice is more familiar than anything in this cabin. It solves the first problem you've listed instantly You eagerly look up, excited to see the face of the girl you lost all those years ago, and take her in your arms and apologize. Apologize for even letting someone as precious as her go, no matter the circumstances; apologize for being nothing compared to her; apologize for everything. It doesn't matter if it'll take you decades to provide complex apologies for all your shortcomings; you would still do it. One look up and you'll see the fruit of your tireless mission.

But when your eyes find your supposed lost love, you realize the fruit is hanging from the Forbidden Tree. Something has gone terribly, terribly wrong.

"Um... who are you?"

That girl is Tsuki. She looks like Tsuki, anyway, from head to toe, from smile and pout. You can feel your heart recognize her, but then hesitate. It senses that something about this is off.

Your arms, that have itched to wrap themselves around her, suddenly go limp. Even they detect something odd is in the air. Or rather, with this duplicate of Tsuki.

This Tsuki is sitting behind the messy desk with her mouth wide open in surprise. She's holding up a magnifying glass to her eye, making it look cartoonishly large. Contrasting your expression of confusion, she looks incredibly happy.

"You already forgot me, oppa?" she asks, pouting playfully. "My name is Tsuki! You know, your Tsuki?"

You get up slowly. Everything about this is weird. Tsuki talks like her normal self: cheerfully and cutely. However, the last time you checked, Tsuki enjoys casual fashion, something that's comfortable but pretty at the same time. The Victorian dress may be subjectively pretty, but it is too tight. Tsuki wouldn't wear that. What's more, her black hair has been dyed pink. It's bunched up into twintails that are tied high on her head. Up there, two large rabbit ears create shadows on the wooden floor. Out of all the changes in her, the ears are the most shocking.

Maybe the Billage changed her into some sort of Victorian... bunny girl? It has been more than a while ever since you've last seen her. She isn't going to stay the same forever, of course. But something tells you that there is more to this than what you are seeing, though. You just have to borrow that magnifying glass and look at the bigger picture.

"Hmph! Well, you clearly don't remember me!" sulks an upset Tsuki. She pouts as she lowers her said device. "Is it because of the headband?"

"No, no," you say quickly. Now isn't the time to go over what changed. You hug Tsuki tightly, kissing her pink hair as your heart aches with relief. "I'm... I'm glad to see you again, Tsuki-san. It's just that—"

"Don't call me that!" Tsuki pulls away from your hug. Her glare pierces through your soul. She turns her back to you and crosses her arms again.

You're a little taken aback. Tsuki's tone is unusually sharp. Sure, the pretty giggle in it is still there, but there's such an edge to it that you actually feel guilty.

It's your fault. You have to be sensitive, too. Not everything will have stayed the same. Tsuki will surely have enjoyed new things now and forgot her past hobbies. She might have found the Victorian style clothes better than her previous ones. And, more fitting for this exchange, she has taken on a new name. You shouldn't judge her for any of that.

"I'm sorry." You mean it. "I'm... I guess I just don't know what to call you besides that."

"Please call me your bunny, oppa! Tokki-san, Tsutokki... anything works!"

Suddenly, her hands are on your front. Her tiny fingers curl over the edge of your jeans. She looks up at you and flashes an unbelievably mischievous smile.

"I especially like being called that when I'm chewing on your carrot."

Your eyes widen. The weird symbol for cock aside, you're surprised at Tsuki's boldness. She isn't like that at all. Throughout your relationship, you have always stayed in the same bed as her, but nothing would escalate further beyond kisses and groping. Why is she so sex-hungry now, especially when the first emotion that is usually seen at an overdue reunion is sentimentality?

"T-Tsuki, what's—"

" Don't call me that! " Tsuki roughly pulls your pants down so roughly that the fabric scratches your legs. Your underwear follows with the guide of her hands that impulsively try to get you naked. "You can't even go here to give tokki a good pounding. Do you really think you have the right to call me your Tsuki?"

"I'm sorry, Tsu... tokki-san." Swallow as Tsuki does similarly to your cock. You've never thought of her this way. She is too precious to even be fathomed in a lewd way. But she admittedly looks very pretty with her mouth around your cock. Her lips remain pouty even as she sucks you off.

No, you can't think of your girlfriend that way! You just reunited with her after years! This isn't—

"That's more like it, oppa-ya~" Tsuki kisses your cockhead lovingly. She smiles up at you again. "See what good things happen when you listen to Tokki-san?"

Her cute way of speaking still sounds so sultry. You have no idea where she learnes that, but you strangely like it.

"I waited years for you~" She flicks and laps her tongue like she were eating a lollipop. The white tasty flavor drips into her mouth. "So... hahmm... you must understand why Tsutokki needs you so bad. I missed you so much! Especially this carrot!"

She makes cute munching noises as she makes open-mouthed kisses to your rod. She keeps you on your toes with her clever sucking and her rubbing on your girth. She's too cute yet too fuckable, all at the same time, and your senses can only unite to send your brain one clear message:

Fuck that cute smile out of her face.

Your morality has gone to absolute shreds so easily. You're in some strange place that probably isn't the Billage. There's got to be some spell around here that is making Tsuki act and look like this, and manipulating your actions to dumb them down to doing the lewdest of acts on her that you never have thought of before. She might not even be the real Tsuki!

This Tsuki easily gets on her knees for your cock and takes it however she wants. Your Tsuki sits on your lap and kisses your face instead. This Tsuki touches herself under her skirt while she sucks you off, and muffles her moans by throating your cock until tears start at the ends of her cartoonish eyes. Your Tsuki has never even had sex with you because she isn't overcome by cock-hungry lust like this döppelganger. Instead, she laughs with you and rocks you in your sleep to comfort you. She never yells at you when her needs aren't met, or pushes you to do things like this.

So, why do you like this Fukutomi more?

And why do you think of corrupting her mouth so hard when you won't even dare do that to the real one?

It feels like cheating. But your mind is too clouded by Tsuki slobbering all over your cock to mind the off vibes you get from her. She's squirming deliciously, too, and you can't take your eyes off her even though you know you should. But it's all so tempting: Tsuki gasping lewdly while grinding on her own fingers, tongue dancing around your rod as if it were a stage, and her eyes shining as she looks at you. Their gaze fades a little whenever a particularly sharp spark of pleasure spreads through her body, but that's what makes the whole thing all the more hot.

Fuck it. All of this probably isn't real anyway.

"If you miss it so much," you start, menacingly grabbing her pigtails, "you would feed on the carrot like a good bunny. How the fuck are you so bad at this?"

"No, Tokki-san isn't bad!" Tsuki denies your criticism but tries to find the fault in her licking in the speed. You groan in satisfaction when she takes you down her throat again. "Please, oppa, Tsuki is your good bunny!"

"Then take my cock. Take it all down your throat."

The bunny ears on Tsuki's head wiggle as you fuck her face. Her pigtails are wound tight around your hands like ropes. Tsuki makes continuous whines at the constant blockage of her airway from your rod. Her wet hot mouth and large tearful eyes flare up your senses and make your cock even harder. And her tongue... you pull her pigtails downwards just to be able to drill your tip against its flat.

"Ahh, y-you like it that way, oppa?"

You pause your wild jerks when Tsuki personally grabs your cock and drags it all over her tongue. She rotates it around the sharp start of her tongue, then lets it rub the underside of your rod while your mushroom head enjoys the texture of the center of her pink muscle. The excessively produced saliva drips all over you in the best way possible, especially since Tsuki's lips are there to warm you.

"Fuck, Tsuki!"

Tsuki decides to let this slip of her name pass since you look so immersed in the pleasure she is performing. "Peh-plith do," she says. It's difficult to talk without a lisp when her tongue is hanging out sluttily to pleasure your appendage. "Did you know bunnieth have a... a high thex thdrive, oppa? I'm your bunny, light? You need to take care awf me."

"Beg for it," you command. You are more than happy to aid her in her sexual needs, unlike earlier, but you just want to see her plead for it.

Tsuki's eyes fill with tears even more. She kisses you (your cock) again, then your balls and thighs. She grabs your hand and nuzzles her head against it, just like a real pet.

" Please, oppa! It feels so hot already." Her need grows stronger and her legs squirm together more. She's so wet for you, and she is just so desperate to have you take care of it. "Tsuki promises to hop on oppa's cock like a good bunny, just please fuck her!"

You never thought you'd want to hear her beg like that. Better late than never, right? You smile with satisfaction. "Good girl. I'll eat your bunny pussy out."

"Ohhh, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"But I want that stupid dress layer off now, or you can forget it."

Tsuki is glad to take it off. She doesn't bother with the corset and simply tears it off her body. You note that the long-sleeve blouse underneath is more loose than the tight dress made it seem. It hangs around Tsuki's petite body like a curtain. Lower your eyes a little and you can see that she isn't even chaste enough to wear shorts underneath—tiny pink panties hug her hips and bear the flow of her pussy juice.

Limiting yourself is not something you want to do anymore. You rush at Tsuki and carry her to the desk. You roll your eyes at all the bullshit on there—what even is all this? There's paper snowflakes and real ones, vials holding curious blue liquid, lab equipment... you shove all those things off. Tsuki gasps, not at the crashing sound of all the objects falling to the floor, but at your easy decision to make such a mess of things that she apparently likes.

"Those were my snowflaaakes!" she complains.

You set her down on the table and spread her legs apart. Her thighs are thick and luscious; you cannot wait to be trapped in them later on. "Look, do you want me to eat you out or not?"

"Oh no, wait, pleaseee. Please eat Tsuki out, I'm sorry!"

Good answer. You pull off the panties eagerly. The masterpiece you expected reaches more than your exepctations. Tsuki's cunt is so pathetically wet. Her folds are utterly drenched and the tiny hole contracts and relaxes around nothing. Stick a finger inside to test the waters, and you hear a cute, pitchy: " Oppa!! "

Fuck, she's tight. The fluttering walls hold on to your singular finger, and quiver with wetness with each jab your fingertip does at them. Finger her a little more, and her back arcs prettily off the table. Her mouth is wide open to make an ahegao. The sight sends so much blood to your dick, making you impulsively amplify the movements of your fingers so her legs lift themselves completely in the air, making it look like she's the one on the bottom in a missionary position.

Proceed to placing your lips on her lower dripping lips. You waste no time doing stupid teasing and straight up slip your tongue inside her cunt. Screams immediately fill the cabin. They would have filled your ears a lot too if it weren't for Tsuki's killer thighs sealing around your head. With them around you, you can only taste her delicious juice, smell her musky feminine scent, and see her hairless mound and a bit of her face. Her half moon eyes have become fully white.

Your tongue is quick to dive in and resurface between Tsuki's folds. She whimpers softly in response to it wiggling around and rubbing her G-spot. Even more to its cleverly calculated performance of sliding from the bottom of her slit to her flint clit. You feel her thighs shudder around you with power as strong as the snowstorm you only notice now is brewing outside.

Tsuki is already warm enough though. You made sure of that with your tongue in her slick sex.

"Ohhhh!" Tsuki sighs with pleasure. Your tongue works wonders on her pussy, and she simply can't get enough of it. She rolls her hips on your mouth, the sensualness of the action making your brain mush. She just looks so fucking hot grinding like that. Her mouth is open as she does, but her eyes barely are. Soft oh's fill your ears and trigger your brain to want nothing more but to lick her dry.

You hold her thighs in place and run a long stripe of saliva to her clit. You wiggle your tongue at it, making her sigh, and suck it gently for a few seconds. The wetness increases and sticks to your chin. You make sure to catch it all and slide your tongue swiftly inside her again, letting your nuzzling nose do the job of stimulating her clit too.

Tsuki purrs sultrily. She hums happily and lays back down on the table to let herself relax to the pleasure. You just know how to touch her so well—your thumbs make her thighs shy away yet crave your touch even more, and she never wants to feel anything again if it isn't your talented tongue inside her.

You can hear her whisper curses. Tsuki never swears, so you decide that it is because you're doing a good job, not that she's probably a döppelganger. Her nasal moans just drive you to the edge without anything else needed.

"Ohhh... oh, God, please keep doing that, pleaseee!" Her cute voice sounds so satisfyingly desperate. Her hips dance on your lips to the beat the shake of her thighs make on the desk. "Tsuki is, is going to cum soon, pleasepleaseplease. She's so close, please please please!"

Already? Oh well, that isn't really a problem for you. Even if she doesn't cum at the moment,you are still blessed with her continuous noises of heavy pants, senseless mumbles, and shrill cries.

Her girl cum floods your mouth excessively. Her elongated scream accompanies it as thunder. Your lips seal around her clit and suck every bit of juice that you can get from it while the rest of her cum wets your chin. Your hands around Tsuki's thighs allow you to devour more of her. Deeper the better and stronger the merrier are the mottos you author and perform. Poor Tsuki is hoarse now from shrilling, and her pretty pink pussy is still leaking despite all that you ate and drank of her.

Rabbit is a delicious main course. You'll have more of it sooner or later as a snack.

"Bunny came so hard..." the breathless Tsuki whispers. Her legs are limp and useless on the desk, still spread wide open to display the well-eaten pussy: your artwork. "Bunny came so much because of oppa's mouth..."

She's such a mess on the table. Her thighs shake while her hands try to remain their stability to hold their orgasmic owner up. Tsuki is still looking down at her devoured pussy with tired fascination. Her small clit twitches at the blown air from your mouth.

Start to lick only that area, tasting the softness of its front up and down. Tsuki exclaims once again. She's more sensitive there than any other erogenous zone on her small body, so she is easily becoming overstimulated.

But she doesn't want it to stoo.

"Hmph... oppa, so- so much, too good."

Her hips rock side to side to spread the amazing feeling to the other parts of her cunt. But you still focus on that spot alone, pretending not to know how Tsuki's center and feet are already tingling with overwhelming heat. "Does bunny need oppa's cock in her pussy?"

"God, y-yes!"

"How much does she need it?"

Tsuki's ass rises from the table and forces her wetness into your tongue more. "So much, oppa! She needs it more than anything!"

Her sex drive is too strong, but you are glad to help her out with it. Kiss her bundle of nerves one last time, then ask her to turn around. She obeys, of course, understanding what you want to do, even scurrying her cute round butt into your greedy hands.

You squeeze one of the globes and knead it happily. Just like her thighs, Tsuki's ass is plentiful. It ripples on your palm after a good spank. Tsuki cries out. She looks back at you, sweat rolling down the sides of her face, and tries to back her ass into your hands more to force your fimgers inside her. You tease her tense butthole with a thumb, and she shakes her head with a whimper. Sigh, then decide that's fine. Her pussy is just as good anyway.

"Put it in me, please!" Tsuki coaxes you. Your length touches her lips and lightly pushes inside her. "I need it! I deserve... it!"

Tsuki gasps surprisedly. She holds on to the table for dear life. Your cock is ruining her tightness in the best way possible. It ventures deep inside her and forces her squeezing walls apart demandingly. However, she tightens around you even with its actions. It's not a problem for you, though; her virginal tightness is just another good thing to add to the combo of her facial-worthy face, whiny voice, and fuckable thighs.

You discover how pretty her tits are, too. They bounce repeatedly behind her blouse as you fuck her. Release your right hand's hold on her side to pinch its nipple and Tsuki wails.

"Fuck, squeeze my tits, oppa! Keep f-fucking me!" she yells. Their words are so dirty compared to that cute of a face, but it turns you on even more.

The mirror from across the room holds you in its gaze, displaying right back the rough sex scene. Tsuki's adorable facial expressions—biting her lip when you hit her G-spot, her eyes widening and mouth falling open when you slap her tit—drive you completely crazy. You want nothing more than to watch her expressions of bliss all day. You can perfectly see Tsuki's tongue hanging from her mouth as her head tips backwards, the bunny ears that are nearly hitting you, her round tits, and midriff. It's just too bad that her eyes have rolled back too much to even see herself convulsing in the doggy position. You see your own red face from humping the Japanese bunny girl's ass deliciously.

Her moans are so irresistable. "Mmm, fuck, oppa! My bunny pussy is so full with y-you... your cock is so big!"

Never would you have ever imagined or even fantasized about Tsuki legitimately saying these words. Nor have you ever thought about fucking her so roughly. But now you wonder why you have never thought of it all along. Her cute lewd reactions to each slap and refill of your cock come straight out of a sick man's mind, but maybe you are a little ill yourself. You feed on her whines and moans, addicting yourself to the tremble of her body and sound of her pleads.

"Naughty bunny, aren't rabbits supposed to be quiet?"

"C-can't stay quiet!" Tsuki attempts to reason out.. She purses her lips before letting out another scream. "Hm, ahhh! Cock is too good, your c-carrot is too good so Tsuki can't stop..."

Spank her. "I don't want to hear any pathetic sound from my fuck bunny. You have to be a behaved bunny girl. If I hear anything, I'll stop. Got it?"

As expected, it's fun to see Tsuki strive to remain silent. She nods tearfully at you to show that she understands, but muffled whimpers still barely escape from her pursed lips. Face red, she bites down on her lower lip to discipline herself, but she only extracts blood. She settles for hot and heavy pants of pleasure, but the warning of the slowness of your thrusts makes her fight even more to shut herself up. She can't afford to lose your cock. She just can't.

Tsuki is unable to express herself in the state of bliss since she is not allowed to speak. So she resorts to showing it through the buckle of her legs and her hand slamming on the desk. The emotions written on her face say it all, too. You learn to identify what the actions of her features are associated with them. A barely-maintained smile means that you are hitting the right spot. Closed eyes but an open mouth is a sign for more. A bitten lip means that it is just right.

But you can't see them anymore as Tsuki leans over the desk, biting furiously on her hand to scream into it. It sound so helpless, so vulnerable that you almost feel sorry.

Almost.

"Hnnn, oppa's cock is so big..." she whines in the quietest voicr possible. "I feel so full...!"

You let her little whispers pass. Those are fine, you decide. But anything louder is danger for her.

You lead her to it. Flick her bean quickly and furiously, the wetness spreading everywhere? and finally, a scream cracks through the air.

"Tsuki-san is going to cum, please don't stop, please don't stop, please don't fucking stop I'm—"

You aren't able to submit your punishment of stopping any more than Tsuki can keep herself quiet. You keep driving your cock inside her till she squeezes for the last and best time deliciously, a sign of her heavy orgasm in play right now. Curse at the closeness of her walls surrounding your appendage that milks you completely, then swiftly pull out. As Tsuki's cunt overflows with your pre-cum and juices, you shoot semen on her beautiful back, painting the pale slope with more pale snow. Your shout is a little more stronger this time, battling the war of loudness with Tsuki's continuous cries in Japanese.

Somehow, her moans in her native language sound a lot hotter. Though you can't place what they mean exactly, you are aware that it's a sign that you're fucking her so good she can't maintain even a bit of composure anymore. Hearing her high-pitched mumbles just wrings more white ribbons out of you and on her back.

Tsuki is bent over on the table exhaustedly. Her ass is pink from your slaps. On the other hand, her back holds a white color rom your own cum. She's barely holding on to consciousness.

"So good... so good... was so good," she murmurs. A sheen of saliva rests on her lips and jaw. "Oppa fucks his bunny so well."

You are glad to hear that, although you kind of knew that from the start. Keeping up with Tsuki's libido is an exercise by itself, so your whole body aches with post-sex pain, especially your dick. You hope that the bunny gives you a break this time.

However, another puddle of cum has formed on the floor. As you guess, it's Tsuki's making. Just when you thought that her non-stop lust has taken a break, the Japanese girl has elevated herself on the table surface and is diligently rubbing her clit with one finger. Her vagina is sore and sensitive, so she gently tests her limits with a quick swipe on the glistening nub.

"Hnghhh!" she cries. Although her pointer is the most focused on rubbing her button side to side, the rest of her fingers start to slide on the sensitive bud, too, causing her stomach to tighten with heat. She gasps at the unexpected painful pleasure derived from her slapping her own cunt. She does it again, adding another wet slick sound that echoes in the room.

"Still insatiable as ever, huh?" you ask. It's truly hypocritical of you to say; your hand is already jerking your penis off to Tsuki touching and spanking herself.

Tsuki nods breathlessly. Her eyelids are lowered slightly, as if she is about to fall asleep. But they allow enough vision for her to see her whole hand slapping and rubbing her vagina. She bucks into her fingers demandingly, not knowing how to aid the emptiness in her hole while stimulating her needy clit at the same time. She may be tired, but she is still going to find a way to get off.

You have a good idea in mind for that specific situation that would benefit both you and Tsuki. You approach her, grab her wrist and guide her fingers inside of herself. She is surprised, but goes along. Her fingers are granted access to the stretched and used hole.

This is where the fun part comes. You inch closer to her, and position your dick so that her clit is rubbed well by your large cockhead.

"Oh, fuck," Tsuki whispers. Your round tip is even bigger than her pearl, allowing it to play with her clit by rocking with it up and down. The tingly feeling knots in her center and wraps around her legs and feet. "Oh god, it's so fucking hot..."

Once your tip and her nub connect, it sparks an abnormal amount of heat. Your skin immediately tingles, and Tsuki's hole tightens their cling on her visiting fingers. You guide your cock in its movements, feeling the sensitivity of your tip as well as Tsuki's clitoris. It flicks it sharply with upward movements, then brushes it from side to side. Tsuki is whimpering now, unable to handle the sensation though it is what she sought after just a few minutes earlier.

The two of you fall into a deep kiss. It's torrid and hungry; there is no gentleness left in your body to give when Tsuki is grinding against your cock, so you kiss her as hard as you can. Her teeth seal your lower lip and your tongue swipes at her teeth. You use each other to silence your moans and let out all the bliss you aren't able to express.

Hums begin to increase. They transform to whines, then shrill internalized yelps. Tsuki's fingers pick up the pace until she has reached her high. They are pocketed deep inside her, touching the perfect spots and stimulating the rougher texture somewhere. You have climaxed, too. DNA evidence can be found on Tsuki's pussy lips, her hand, and the mess on both the table and floor.

It is needless to say that the two of you are exhausted after fucking like rabbits. Tsuki's bunny roleplay was serious. Even now the bunny ears headband remains on top of her pink tied-up hair. She's too exhausted to say anything, but the slight smile in her open mouth as she stares at you says everything you need to know.

"G-good bunny, Tsuki," you tell her tiredly. "Good bunny."

Tsuki smiles sweetly. "Thank you, oppa. I wish it's real the next time we do it."

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the tornado and the words return again. So does the headache and the voices. The cabin starts to be torn apart, plank by plank, as if an invisible giant were destroying it like a child to a toy they do not want to play with anymore. Red words blind your eyes before a gray whirlwind.

The panic seizes you immediately. You try to escape in time, but you can't see anything properly. The blood-scrawled words are blocking your view wherever you go. But through all that, you can spot Tsuki standing in the middle of all the mess.

No! That isn't safe for her! "Tsuki!" you shout. Not bothering to fix your appearance besides buttoning your pants, you make a run for it to rescue her. You can't afford to lose her, not again. Yout heart would break into a million pieces if she goes away a second time.

But what did she mean when she said that she wishes the next time would be real? You pause in your tracks to think it over. What if you were right in suspecting that this isn't the Billage, and Tsuki isn't really Tsuki after all?

You really should have seen that coming. It was all so obvious. Tsuki isn't going to wear that stupid Victorian porcelain doll dress, and she sure as hell isn't a fucking sex-crazy monster. You should have held yourself back from fucking her.

But, wait, if this Tsuki isn't her, then where is the real Tsuki?

You are allotted little time to think. The noise grows louder. The nails holding the wooden cabin together are flying in the air along with the planks. What's more, the odd voice chanting adds to the overstimulating mess.

WHAT A STRANGE WORLD!

The gray whirl of wind closes around you. It barely leaves you any space to move. The wind whipping and wailing fills your ears. You spread your arms to try and force the circular whirl apart, but they only close around you more defiantly.

WHAT A STRANGE WORLD!

Tsuki is standing in front of you, just a few yards away. The words and tornado prevent you from seeing her whole, but you can see very clearly that she is... glitching? Her figure is fading into a transparent shadow and is breaking out in a million colors. While her eye remains gray, the rest of her turns into colors of the rainbow, as if someone has forgotten to color her eye in. The snow piles up everywhere but near her. Why is that?

WHAT A STRANGE WORLD!

You yell her name again. "Tsuki! What's ha- are you okay?" You force your hands into the black tornado wind and reach out. She doesn't come near at all. Instead, she smiles at you. As if this were all some sort of elaborate joke she is in on. That probably explains why her hair color and clothes don't match the real Tsuki. It also confirms your theory about all this not actually being the Billage at all.

WHAT A STRANGE WORLD!

The colors have faded and Tsuki is becoming a grayscale photo. At the same time, the tornado divebombs into your being and throws you flat on the ground. The rough wood scratches your shoulders. Your shouts of fear dissolve into the wind.

WHAT A STRANGE WORLD!

What a strange world indeed.

As the world quakes and breaks and disappears all around you, you look up into the dark sky covered by gray clouds. You wonder if the real Tsuki is already there, and it's already too late. Maybe you came here for nothing. Maybe the girl you dedicated the last plenty years of your life to has already been taken away by a higher being.

"헷갈려," you whisper to yourself, eyes full of tears. "헷갈려."

Oh, what wouldn't you give just to be with her? What wouldn't you give for the tender sleep of death?

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She has already finished watching it all go down. She has to admit that she feels sorry for him, but when they were mindlessly fucking in there, she was touching herself madly. She did not expect him to be so big, nor did she ever think her best friend can look that hot.

She smiles upon the world she distorted, the places she had duplicated, and returns back to the current time, where her mission is to let Fukutomi Tsuki ride her thigh as well as the latter is in fingering her.

Tsuki is already sighing and circling herself down on her toned thigh. "That was... entertaining," she says in between pants. "You truly are something else, Kim Suyeon."

Suyeon, much more recognized by her nickname Sheon, accepts the compliment and rewards the older girl by bouncing her knee a little faster. That hot little gasp is everything she lives for. "I know. I knew the plan would work from the moment he met the SNOWY man."

The two girls glance down at the tablet fastened to the desk of the Strange Billage treehouse. The poor guy is still passed out, and the duplicate of Tsuki is gone, much to Sheon's disappointment. Seeing her best friend slash girlfriend slash fuck-buddy—or at least, the duplicate she made for the plan—act so sluttily with those bunny ears was something that granted her her first orgasm for the night.

"Kind of... f-feel bad for him, though," Tsuki says. "H-he... oh, fuck, traveled for so many years just to find me, only to meet up with some slut döppelganger you made from me."

"Don't worry too much about it. His anger will go away when he realizes he can have us both."

Tsuki settles for that. As she fingers Sheon harder and lets the girl scream into her neck, she wonders what fun the two of them and her former boyfriend will have once they escort him out of the distorted version of the Billage, and into the actual GingaMingaYo. She's excited for it, but she can't complain or explain about the fantasies running in her mind to Sheon because of the ever-so-sharp orgasm piercing her being.

#kpop #smut #kpop smut #billlie #billlie smut #tsuki #tsuki smut #fukutomi #fukutomi tsuki #fukutomi tsuki smut #male reader #x reader #reader insert #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 week 2

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trinoxtrinox · 1 year

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A party to be remembered through the ages (part 4)

Ectoberhaunt 2022, Side Chaos. Prompt: Costume Party

Summary: Danny finishes his preparations for the party with the help of Sam and Tucker.

Authors note: I knew I would end up with more than 1 chapter left to write down XD Though this time I think there'll be 2 more chapters for sure and then I'll finally be done with this XD

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“Is the face paint ready?” Danny asked, while sitting on the toilet of his room with Sam painting his face little by little dark red with his eyes closed.

“Stop moving and don’t talk, I’m almost done.” Sam reprimanded him, using a brush to put the last of the facepaint on, “aaaaand done. Am I good or what?”

“Sam, you’re awesome, thanks a lot.” Danny said as he watched himself in the mirror, witnessing how even part of his neck was covered in dark red as well. Not all of it, but enough so that when he transforms there won’t be any tan colored skin showing off on his neck. “Now let’s get out of here and see how Tucker’s faring with the last minute fixes to my costume.”

“Still can’t believe you let Cujo play with the hoodie and cape for your costume.”

“Hey, a dog gotta do what a dog gonna do, there’s no way I’ll get between Cujo and his toy.”

“Yeah, thanks for having me do the last minute fixes guys.” Tucker said without a bit of malice in his voice as he finished stitching the ripped edges of the purple piece of cloth back together, finally letting it be shown that it was a single piece once again, though with a lot of thread present as a sort of patchwork over everything else.

“Thanks Tuck, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t so good at sewing.”

“Most likely asked any seamstress from Dora, right?”

“If not then I’m pretty sure anyone from the Far Frozen would do, I mean, you know very well that they basically worship the ground he stands in Sam.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me, it’s so weird being treated like that.”

“Wasn’t that quite the ego boost to you back then?”

“Yeah, you flaunted your status as the ‘Great One’ to our faces for a whole week when we first met Frostbite.”

“That got old after a while, and having that many people treating you like that gets uncomfortable after the third time they keep at it.”

“Well that’s enough of that, now put on the cloak, I need to see if I managed to keep it all at the same level or if I need to make any last second corrections.” Tucker literally threw the cloth at his friend, standing up as well so that he could properly assess if any changes would be needed. Putting on the final peace of the disguise, Danny spins himself slowly to showcase to his friends everything about it, from the dark red pain that has covered his entire face, to the cloak that covers his hair and creates a soft shadow over his entire face, the purple cape with stitching all around it that actually is leveled correctly, the light purple jacket and skirt he’s wearing as well, both tied up together with a black belt, dark red leggings courtesy of Sam as well, black gloves that reach to his elbows, a clearly homemade drawn on paper grandfather clock door sticked to the chest with tape, a single wristwatch over the right glove as a single stick with a clock made of paper is being held with more tape is being wielded in his left hand.

“Well I’ll be damned, that looks awesome. Now turn into a ghost so we can take a picture of that.” Sam got her polaroid camera ready, pointing upwards towards her friend.

“Alright alright, calm your jets guys.” And with a flash of light, Danny successfully transformed back into Phantom, rings of light traveling across his body and slowly turning everything that was dark red into light blue, disguise itself thankfully remaining the same color as it was before the transformation.

“I always find it weird that your clothes are unaffected by the transformation dude.” Tucker pointed out as Sam took photo after photo with different angles of Danny’s costume.

“Same dude, though it’s terribly convenient, that way I don’t have to explain any cloth that swapped color or something.”

“Say that to my leggins.” Sam pointed out as her piece of clothing changed color with the rest of Danny’s body.

“Huh, maybe it has something to do with the fact that they’re so form fitting?”

“Maybe, they basically look like a second skin on you, that can’t be comfortable.”

“Actually they’re pretty neat, a bit tight in some places though, but I can understand why some girls use them all the time at least.”

“They really are one of the best clothes in the world, if only they didn’t break as often as they do.”

“Well, there’s that then. How long until the party begins?”

“About two and a half hours, but considering how far the Far Frozen is, that would leave me with 30 minutes of wiggle room in case something goes wrong.”

“Well get going then! Don’t keep your plus 3 waiting.”

“Yeah dude, go enjoy your party, Sam and I will keep Amity safe, with that party going on no strong ghosts should come around.”

“Got it guys, thanks for covering up for me. Anything that you can’t take up you can leave to Val or call me, I have no gripes leaving the party early.”

“Nuh-uh, you’ll go to the party, enjoy it to the fullest, and only return once you’ve grown bored or is over.” Sam began pushing Danny through the door and eventually down the stairs towards the lab.

“Yeah, go have fun dude, if you can bring anything back though please take a souvenir for us. I’d like to know if there’ll be some human safe food in that party.” Tucker wondered out loud while he opened the door to the Specter Speeder so his friend could push his other friend inside it.

“Fine fine, I’ll leave for the party now. See you in a few hours.”

#Ectoberhaunt22 #EH Chaos #Day 14 #Costume Party #Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Sam Manson #Tucker Foley

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kaija-rayne-author · 9 months

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Finished the main game with my qunari. (Again, 3rd time, this series has me so hard.) I'm very ready for this run to be done.

The 'make Solas hate me' thing wasn't even remotely easy for me. Though, I gotta admit antagonizing him was fun for a while. 😅 I'm only playing Trespasser with this character, (not the other DLCs) because I'm having painful dysphoria issues with the curvier female qunari form.

There's a reason I usually play male elves. Skinny little twinks are pretty androgynous and don't bother my dysphoria so much. Even female elves don't bother me. They're all pretty androgynous. If only I were.

Plus pointed ears. My entire family has slightly pointed ears so it's just fun.

I actually only gave Sera a Romance chance because of a tumblr post I saw. I'm glad I did. It was the hardest Romance of all for me, but it’s actually really sweet and happy. Good brain chemicals.

As soon as I finish Trespasser to get angry Solas end lines, I'm going to take another run at modding Frostbite. (Seeing bitchy Solas in game was way more powerful for me than a YouTube watch would be.)

I've been modding games since modding became a thing, so it wasn't fun to realize how bloody difficult Frostbite is to mod.

But because I really want to play DA:I with some of the mods, and because DA:DW is built on Frostbite too, I gotta figure it out. It was mostly an ADHD patience/frustration thing, I think. I expected reasonable levels of difficulty in modding Frostbite and it is an absolute monster.

I'm actually tempted to play the whole series again since I'm almost done with reading the books and comics. They added so much depth to the games and characters that I'm curious about how it'll change my perception of them.

And I've heard there's art and references to 'The Dread Wolf' in all games. Curiousity absolutely gets me into trouble, frequently. 😅

It's how I ended up on the Solavellan Hell train. I knew who Solas was 'cause I'd already played DA:I, but I still did a Solavellan playthrough out of curiousity.

Being a writer/editor/literary analyst, I didn't truly think that Weekes would snag me, much less snag me so fucking hard!

So, yeah. A day or two, depending on how much time I have to game, to finish Trespasser, and then I'll be trying again to mod this beast of a game engine.

Once you're an insider in publishing, it becomes more and more difficult throughout the years for stories to capture you. I know all the tropes and can see where things are going so easily because I've been working professionally in this field for close to a decade.

Even with that, Weekes grabbed me by the heart then proceeded to rip my heart out. (He did it in Masked Empire too, great book.) Gotta love star crossed lovers. It's one of my very favourite tropes and I'm actually grateful that Weekes reached me. So little does anymore. And to think I got into this field after leaving STEM because I love to read 🤣, oh... sweet summer child.

Once I get it successfully modded, I'll decide on a full series replay (it would give me more to write about) or not.

Right now, I'm so stressed out by my job search that I'm clinging to DA as my only real stress relief. Usually special interests aren't this chronologically long lasting for me. I tend to cycle through them more quickly.

But with the job search being what it is, and my stress levels being through the roof, I'm just grateful this one hasn't abandoned me yet.

You really wouldn't think finding a decent job (something I'm good at, salary with good benefits, ideally remote because I'm more productive from my home office) would be so difficult, would you?

Anyway, enough of me jawing about DA for now. I need to make an online portfolio for my graphic design stuff. I've been doing it as long as I've been doing editing & literary critique (24 years), and writing for 33 years, but having an online portfolio hasn't ever been a priority because my clients have always found me by word of mouth.

Sigh. I'd rather be doing many other things. I just want a job I can be good at that I'm paid a living wage for that actually uses my skills and maybe pushes me a little to increase my abilities. One that doesn't require my autistic/ADHD ass to do social things because that's probably around the 7th layer of hell for me. Why is that so hard to find?

#dragon age series #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #solavellan #solavellan hell #dragon age confessions

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falconfriend · 3 years

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AU where some different things are possible. Don't read too much into Jay's techno babble, quite honestly, I might edit some of it out, it's not the point.

Don't be surprised if you see this edited before the final ff.net post, but it's here, and I'm happy with it. The original concept has a chapter in which our two main characters talk together and process, and that is still very, very important to me, I'll probably bring it back.

See tags for warnings.

The amount of power Zane is channeling right now shouldn't be possible. Jay made darn sure to learn everything he could about Zane's possible repairs while Dr. Julien was still alive—the other guys didn't like to think about it back then, but come on, he was old, Jay knew, everyone else knew too even if they weren't saying it— so anyway, he'd spin wild hypotheticals, ask what happens if one tiny piece of machinery goes wrong.

Lloyd would hit the point where he wanders off, self-consciously chuckling that this isn't really his area but he feels like he's kinda learning things, and Jay would watch the clock tick until Nya got bored... and then, that was his opening, to fire off whatever question would come off as too rude while the others were around.

The doctor would smile in a sort of understanding, if slightly flummoxed, way, and he'd start answering. Jay got a lot of answers! He figured out how to put all of Dr. Julien's numbers into his numbers, you know, the kind we learn in the modern century, and made a copy of Zane's schematics with his notes. He had a harder time finding the focus to figure out the Falcon, but Nya and Lloyd are on that anyway. Logical division of labor.

What is he talking about. What was he thinking about. Zane's dying.

Distractedly, he answers- "I said critical mass. If he doesn't contain that, he could go nuclear."

"He's containing it, right?"

"It doesn't- matter." Containing it also means dying.

"Why wouldn't it matter, Jay-"

Jay asked a lot of questions, but he never did even think to ask about Zane's power source. Shouldn't that be the first thing? Why weren't we asking questions about the power source?

He knows approximately how much power Zane runs on. He knows it isn't this much. He knows how a storm feels, right before lightning is about to strike, what builds up in the air and how much damage it can do, right before he—

Jay takes a step forward.

Wu puts an arm across his shoulders, pulling him back. Jay just about slaps him off before realizing that's a quick way to get himself thrown to the ground and shut up before he can start,

So he waits, a frustrating two, three seconds, until he finds words.

"I can help." His throat is dry and he wouldn't mind except that he needs to be louder. "Get me to him, I can help!"

The rest of the ninja are turning to look at Jay… so… slow. Cole looks like he could be swimming through molasses. Jay seethes, and flexes and unfurls his fists by his sides to let it out, and takes a small step back instead of forward.

It works. Sensei releases him, almost.

Kai looks like he might be committing a crime if he lets himself look away from Zane, which isn't helping. Finally, though, he opens his mouth before Jay can. "Your powers? …Do you think?"

"'Do I think-' yes, I think, that's electricity. Or, electromagnetic- whatever. It's energy. I can feel it, Kai- this is taking too long! Where's Pixal- Pixal! Pixal, yoo-hoo, tell them I can help!"

"That won't be necessary," says Wu. Everyone is moving like an old man right now, taking their time; Jay's sure of it. Remember that comment about Cole? It feels like Jay's the only thing who isn't wading through molasses. Jay and the Digital Overlord, that is, and Zane, who cries out so bad Jay spends that moment sure that everything's over and Zane is gone now-

Everyone is moving like the slow old man Sensei talks like, but then Jay sort of- must have blinked, or something, because suddenly, they're all shifted. Cole sets a hand sturdily against his shoulder. It takes him a moment to realize that they're all on his side.

Jay finds a hardened, gold feeling deep in his chest, and latches onto it, and uses it to find his voice. "Okay." Okay. Look. Think. "Cole, I'm going to run at you and I need you to launch me, onto that web. Lloyd, use your energy to boost me."

"But-"

"We don't have time! It's just a scratch."

"Keep him on the edge of the blast. Try to center it about two meters from him." Jay looks back at Nya, Nya looks back at him. It's like they're both realizing how small everything has been. They're nineteen- Jay's nineteen, Nya's eighteen. It's like- like, we didn't need to know the shape of the care right now, I care about you.

Nya waves him away to the task at hand with a smile that means What? Anyway, you're coming back.

Jay looks at Cole and Lloyd. They look back at him. "Well, let's go." With a serious expression, not a word in response and not wasting a second, Cole stoops, palms up and fingers intertwined, a foot-sized platform.

"I'm ready for you, Walker."

He gulps. Time freezes for a second and then skips forward again, like half a second that definitely shouldn't be allowed to be that long. "Okay."

Kai steps forward, like he's going to- hug him, maybe? Rub his back? Push him forward?

"Okay ninja-go—" he kicks off and twists. Off the ground, off Cole's intertwined hands, launching him into the air- about to panic and yell Now, Lloyd when Lloyd finds the right moment anyway, blast re-aiming him just as he's about to fall-

He's sailing through the air, back sore and ears still ringing as the wind whistles past them. Ninjago city sails beneath him. He's two feet short of Zane's hand. He's going to miss.

He's going to miss, he's sorry, and they don't have a second shot, and not that it would be okay if he didn't but now he's going to get all caught in the explosion too,

And Zane reaches back, and grabs his hand.

The jolt that immediately moves through Jay is an absolutely massive electrical discharge. It tries to run from him straight to ground; at first, he was not connected to the circuit, so the electricity is looking for him as its way out. Here's the thing about electricity—it doesn't ask questions. It's already moving by the time your question is halfway out of your mouth, and that's why you need to either be five steps ahead or be ready to start improvising right now or else you're dead.

Something about that isn't how electricity should work, though. It doesn't rush into... a wire that isn't connected to a throughline. Batteries have two ends, positive and negative, and a wire that isn't connected to both of them might as well not be a wire at all— electricity isn't trying to get out, it's trying to get to somewhere, electrons hungry to get to that battery's positive side. Every single electrical invention in the world is formed by humans forcing those electrons to take the long way.

This electricity doesn't have a destination.

The Digital Overlord is always destroying. That means energy in him is leeching outward; this isn't just entropy, this is entropy gone rogue. Jay doesn't know where he's getting the electricity from, but- if he can destroy, maybe he can create. Who knows. Whatever. What becomes apparent right then is that it seems like the Overlord needs to always leech outward, and what Zane is doing is containing him. Sooner or later the snake eats its own tail.

Zane nods, with a firm little hum, as if he can tell from Jay's face what's going on in his head. It's businesslike, and it jolts Jay back to work. Jay can stand this for a few minutes longer, but Zane- Zane's dying.

So: parallel paths. Create two paths, two options, and the electricity will keep looking for how it can be the least crowded. It's like the reason air leaves a popped balloon, kinda like pressure but with a thousand electrons that all hate each other and feel indifferent about you. Or picture... getting into a crowded convention center, and someone coming running to announce they've just opened a second doorway, and that you can get in through either line. Create two paths, and only half of it goes through Zane.

Zane releases his hand.

They really, really need to have a talk later, but Jay is relieved it's not a talk about being willing to be saved. He's helping himself be saved.

Jay holds one of the golden contact points in one hand, and one in the other. The energy rolling around his ligaments and bones deflates, taking the easiest path.

"I had hoped you would do that behind me," says Zane, whose eyes are now closed.

Jay doesn't really try for a little laugh, so much as his body tries for a little laugh, like his brain is fine-tuned into making his excuses with or without him. "You could've said that earlier."

"No, it's alright. Just… here, scoot a little to the side-"

"This is pathetic," hisses a condensed-evil murmur over their shoulder, like it's obligated to, "YOU THINK YOU CAN DEFEAT ME?"

"Yes," says Zane.

And the bluewhite what-is-that-stuff that he'd once used to take down a plain old treehorn beams closer past Jay's cheek than he can really say he's comfortable with. It's almost like being near a fire- a live wire, static. He's not too cold, but he's sure if he touched it, it would move straight through rapid-action frostbite into part of his face falling off.

"Jay, now." Jay isn't sure what he means by now, that uh, isn't very clear, but he spends a half-second in panic before realizing Zane's ice is running a cable to ground. It'll keep a direct hit from coming back for them. It means, since this is the only window before it connects, they need to hit him now.

Jay pulls the electricity out of himself, out of the air- he takes whatever excess Zane will give him, when he touches his hand- and he breaks the circuit. He shoves it, with force, the opposite of the ways electrons want to work, not the way lightning wants to work—but that's the first step of making lightning. You build up a gap. The buildup snaps from him into the Digital Overlord's metal body. Something is wrung out of him like a sponge.

There's a thunderclap that shakes the city and an explosion that's- like a video game character died. Like it's not a real explosion, it's just something- dissipating. The city just turns white.

Jay becomes aware that he's flying again for the first time in two years, and Zane is holding onto him but losing strength. And then it turns out that he's got his arms around Zane, too. He only figures that out when he starts to panic that Zane's going to fall, and the tug of Zane's weight on his arms doubles, and alerts him that they're there, secure. His body was thinking ahead, even if he wasn't.

Zane's out. He's… fine. He's fine. He's got to be fine.

And while we're at it, Jay's hoping he's fine. His heart feels- wrong.

The first thing he needs to do is get back to land, the second thing he needs to do is look at… is get Nya to look at Zane, he's not even sure he can trust his senses. Huh, hang on, there's a sound other than the ringing in his ears.

"Jay!"

That's Pixal.

"Jay!"

She's standing on the roof of Borg Tower, waving her arms, and just as Jay starts to settle enough to realize he's not frozen, adrenaline's not gonna stop him from moving and he should fly somewhere. ...Huh. He has to pick where.

It would be a really good move to let their friends see they're alive. Nya's good at robotics.

Pixal and Borg… can probably fix him faster.

Zane sparks, hard.

Like Superman, made of light, Jay descends toward Borg Tower in a graceful arc. His feet connect with the roof with a very soft patter. He locks eyes with Pixal to hand off their boy to her.

"Whoa, okay, Sparky, geez. Just thought I'd keep the sweat out of your eyes."

Well. That's not correct.

There are the tiles of a hospital ceiling in front of his eyes, which feels more correct. Apparently, Kai is also in the room, because—

"Yeah. He's okay."

—well, because that's Kai.

Cole, of all the things that could happen here, squeezes Jay's hand. It occurs to Jay that he could have died on- on really, really weird terms with him.

Whoof. Jay takes stock of his body. He starts by feeling the sheets, just to figure out where his body is, then investigates the muscles and aches beneath them. He's in one of those medical gowns that closes in the back.

Everything feels... pretty okay? No, everything feels like he's just been stretched in every direction like a piece of toffee.

No, everything feels like he's just been stretched in every direction like a piece of toffee, but also maybe like he is toffee, so he's fine.

He, uh, definitely can't move. And that feels wrong, but at least he's identified the reason he's in a hospital bed, rather than wondering. He'd find this a lot harder to process if he had walked away from it without a scratch at all, even though it would have been cooler. He sort of wonders if anyone would bring his chart over where he can read it.

"Uh, yeah, that's all great, but what about Zane?"

Kai lets out a small, slightly-amused very-concerned snort. "Jay, you asked that already. He's okay."

"Go easy on him."

That's Lloyd. There are, wow, a lot of people in this room. It's gotta be a pretty small room? Hospital rooms aren't that large. Are his parents here?

"They're on their way."

"My mouth keeps saying whatever's in my brain."

Cole laughs. "Hey, don't worry everyone, he's back to normal."

Jay's breath does a weird thing in his lungs. It's like his body is focusing on every sensory detail except where it hurts. "Yeah, you're just jealous of how I looked up there."

Cole could nearly double over laughing at another time, but right now everything about him is subdued, gentle. Jay could see him ruffling his hair if he wasn't, you know. In a hospital bed. "Sure am, sparkplug."

And there's quiet for a beat.

Jay continues, still staring at the ceiling, "Hey, Nya, how bad are you gonna kill me."

"Oh, uh—" That's Lloyd again, kicking one heel awkwardly back against the wall. Kai speaks quickly—

"She wanted to be here. It's killing her not to, I mean— everyone did. Sensei, too. We told them we've got you."

"That's nice."

"I-I said I'd run and call her once you're awake, just to let her know. I should probably go do that now. She's—"

"With Zane," Jay finishes, no bones about it. Kai nods. "That's nice." The way energy thrums from Jay's palms feels different now, like he's not just pulling it from the air, like there's a battery under his skin, but that's. That's a question for training time. It's sleep time, now.

A/N: Why did the writers say "it's reaching critical mass." I still don't know what that means. Zane's power source is presumably based on some kind of nuclear fission then, but I'm not sure what "critical mass" has to do with the Digital Overlord encounter? If anyone knows how that's relevant to how Zane died, please lend me your knowledge, I'd be very grateful and schooled.

Anyway, critically, this is an AU where it is possible for Jay to help, not an AU where Jay notices he can help. It's built on the assertion that there was nothing Jay could do in the original, but in this universe, different things were possible.

#ninjago #jay walker #zane julien #jay ninjago #zane ninjago #warnings:#hospitals #there's some narration of Jay's thoughts not making linear sense which might be disorienting to some readers

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orangecrane · 4 years

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ralbert with 25 from the fluff hurt/comfort list? also, your writing is beautiful :)

oh the things i’d do, i’ll take care of you

Dialogue prompt 25: “Do you need a ride?”

Race (ignoring Jack’s explicit warning) goes out to sell right before a snowstorm hits and Albert takes it upon himself to take his dumbass back to the lodging house.

a/n: Thanks for the prompt, I was a bit liberal in my interpretation so I hope that’s okay! Also tysm for the compliment! As always this is crossposted on ao3

CW: Mentions of hypothermia/frostbite, Mild swearing

Race’s day was not going great, to say the least. The sky had been overcast all morning and Jack had warned him that it’d probably be snowing by midday, but did he listen? No. In his defense… okay he’s got nothing, he really should’ve listened to Jack. If he had maybe he wouldn’t be stuck in Brooklyn in what was quickly shaping up to be a proper snow storm while all the trolleys were shut down due to the weather. He’d have to make the entire journey back to Manhattan on foot and he really wasn’t looking forward to doing that.

However, he didn’t really have a choice. Thankfully he’d managed to sell almost all his paper before it really started coming down, no one would be buying anything now Race thought bitterly. He was starting to shake from the cold and his thin shirt and vest did very little to help. Not only that but his shoes were quickly proving to be a major issue as he trudged through the snow to the Brooklyn bridge. He’d known he needed a new pair for a while but he hadn’t realized quite the state of the shoes until now. There were lots of small holes throughout, they no longer laced tight enough to prevent snow from falling in the tops, and the soles were almost completely detached, only solidly against the shoes in the heel. His feet were absolutely soaked and painfully numb by the time he made it to the bridge.

He eyed the bridge warily, it wouldn’t exactly be safe to cross but it’d get even worse if he waited, and being stranded in Brooklyn with nowhere to go wasn’t an option. So he braced himself and began the trek. He nearly lost his footing a few times and the snow made it hard to see more than a few feet in front of him, but he made it in one piece. Barely. Though even just the thought of walking all the way back to the lodging house when he couldn’t feel anything but pain in his feet made Race want to curl up and sleep where he stood.

“Heya Racer, what took ya so long?” Oh thank goodness, even the sound of Albert’s voice never failed to improve Race’s day.

“Oh I just felt like takin’ my time, enjoy the view ya know? What’re you doin’ here Al?” Though Race was certainly glad to see him, it was definitely unusual for Albert to meet him at the bridge.

“Well someone told me that a certain dumbass decided to sell in Brooklyn today despite knowing that it was gonna snow and I had to come make sure that he made it home. Especially when most a’ the boys only sold the morning edition or came back early.” Albert spoke as if he were annoyed, but his grin showed he wasn’t really bothered. “Now lets get home, it's freezing and you look like you’re bouta shake outta your boots- Oh shit Racer, those are in bad shape, are they doin' anything to keep the snow out?” Albert asked, not even trying to hide his concern.

“Uh… not really, I can hardly feel my feet at all, might as well be out walkin’ barefoot.” Race answered sheepishly, he went to crack his knuckles but it was too cold and he was left awkwardly pressing against his fingers.

That did absolutely nothing to quell Albert’s worry for the blonde. Hypothermia was a real concern in the winter and if Racer wound up with frost-bitten feet it’d be bad news. And if the state Race appeared to be in was any indication, they had to get moving soon, Racer needed to get warmed up. “Well I don’t know about you Racer, but I’m heading back to the lodging house, do you need a ride?”

“Huh?”

“Sweetheart there is no way you’re walking all the way back, c’mon, I’ll carry you.” Albert wasn’t exactly looking forward to lugging over one-hundred pounds of teenage boy around but an excuse to be close to Racer was always a good thing, and besides, if it helped keep Race warm and from losing some toes then it’d be well worth it.

“No- Al you don’t need to do that!” Race protested. He couldn’t ask that of Albert, no matter how nice it would be. Okay, now that he was thinking about it he really wanted to be carried by Al. Walking sounded like hell and Al was very pretty and warm. And he had some nice arms, not that Race would ever say that to him, his ego was big enough already.

“Yeah, no chance sweetheart, hop on.” Albert stated as he turned around so Race could get on his back. It’d be easiest to carry him this way even if he would have preferred to have the boy in his arms.

Race would have protested again but he’d already unintentionally talked himself into doing it. Plus he had a soft spot for pet names. “Thanks Al…” Race said quietly.

“Don’t mention it, now c’mon it’s freezing out here and the sooner we get moving the sooner we can warm up.” Race smiled and clambered onto Al’s back and they began their walk back to the lodging house, enjoying each others company and making small talk as they went.

They weren’t far from the lodgings when Race’s head began to loll on Albert’s shoulder, his participation in the conversation having faded nearly ten minutes ago. “Hey Racer, don’t go fallin’ asleep on me, we’re almost there,” Albert nudged the sleeping boy, “Sweetheart you gotta wake up.”

Race shifted, burrowing his head into Albert’s neck, “Yeah, yeah, ‘m awake.” he mumbled. This let Albert feel how cold Race’s skin was, spurring him on to pick up the pace for the last block or so. As he reached the steps of the lodging house, Albert kicked the door awkwardly, not wanting to drop Race. Mush opened the door almost immediately with a smile, happy to see that they were okay. However, once he took in how tired and cold Albert appeared and how Race was being carried the relief turned to worry.

“Oh dear, we need to get you two upstairs and out of those clothes.” Mush fretted as he brushed excess snow off of them. He called out to the boys in the main room that Albert and Race were back as he dragged them up the stairs and into the bedroom. With Mush’s help Albert avoided dropping Race both on the way up and once in the room, gently helping him into Albert’s bunk. Race’s bunk was up top and he didn’t seem too keen on climbing up and no one else seemed inclined to help him.

“Now both of you out of those clothes, I’m going to go get you something dry and hopefully warm.” Mush instructed as he went to search for some spare clothing. That was when Jack made his entrance, having heard Mush's announcement.

“Hey you two, you doin’ alright? We was gettin’ worried.” Jack looked over both of them, eyes narrowing in concern, before moving to assist Race, who was struggling to take his shoes off. They were soaking wet and his fingers were so numb he couldn’t really untie them. “Ya know what, I’ll help Race n’ you just worry about yourself for a minute Albert.”

Albert fumbled a bit and was much slower than usual but was able to remove his outer layers of clothing by the time Mush returned. He was still cold but he hadn’t been out there nearly as long as Race. Mush handed them the dry clothes and an extra blanket he managed to scrounge up.

“I’ve got it from here Mush, why don’t you head downstairs.” Jack phrased it like a suggestion, but it was clearly an order. Mush nodded and left, shooting one last concerned glance over his shoulder. Albert and Race dressed themselves as quickly as they could, Jack helping them both with some of the buttons on their shirts and Race with his socks. “Albert you should lie down too, you were out there for a pretty long time.”

“I’m fine Jack, it’s not that-” Albert’s protest was cut off when Jack sent him a look. “My bed’s already occupied if you couldn’t tell.” Albert tried again, gesturing towards where Race was sitting silently against the wall, struggling to keep his eyes open.

“You think I care? Just get some rest Albert.” Jack said dismissively, leaving the room.

“C’mon Albie just come lie down with me, ‘m still cold.” Race asked once Jack was gone.

“Race, I already said I was fine, I’m gonna go check on some of the boys downstairs.” Albert insisted, walking towards the door.

“Wait, Albie! Please… please stay with me.” Race begged, he didn’t want to be left alone. He wanted Albert to stay, he knew that people didn’t really know about their relationship and that Albert really wanted it to stay that way, but he really wanted to be held and Albert was warm and the other boys knew they were close, it wouldn’t be suspicious for them to cuddle, especially with their current condition, right?

Man, Albert would never be able to say no to those eyes, would he? “Alright Racer, I’ll stay, scoot over.” Albert said softly. Race grinned softly and moved over, pulling back the blankets so Al could get under easier. He immediately curled in the red-head’s side, nuzzling him and resting his head on his chest. Albert wrapped his arms around Race pulling him closer and let himself relax. He could afford to hold his boyfriend for a little bit, lord knows they both needed it.

“Love you Albie.” Racer mumbled into his chest, teetering on the precipice of sleep.

“Love you too, sweetheart.” Albert said as he pressed a kiss to the top of his head. Race drifted to sleep with a smile on his face, for a shitty day this was a pretty good way for it to end.

#newsies #ralbert #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #newsies live #newsies fanfic #race x albert #orange writes #word count: 1.6k #im glad i finally got around to writing these boys!#requests #i think thats everything?\#racecrack-higgins

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years

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Title: Bet You Can’t {4}

Chris Evans x Uriah & Chris Hemsworth x Summer

Crossover-Collab Five-Part Miniseries

Warning: Cursing, Fun & Games, Mild Raunchy Talk, Tiny Bit Of Angst

Words: 2.7K

Summary: Uriah and Chris are happily married. A night of relaxing with your best friends Chris and Summer Hemsworth brings up “No Nut November.” Once you hear it, you know where it’s leading. It was all jokes until somehow it turned serious. The Chris’ strike a full-on bet while dragging their better halves into the madness. The rules are simple, for the entire month of November none of you will have sex, none of you will get that nut in any way. Whichever couple makes it get bragging rights, and the 10k pool bet money. Whichever couple doesn’t make it has to change their social media name to “Failed NNN” for a week and post/tweet as normal and go on IG live to announce their failure. The bet is rigged though when Uriah and Summer decide to sabotage their husbands and make a side bet on who could make their husband fail quicker. All’s fair in love and war, and this is war.

Note: Got this idea from a group conversation with my friends, where a debate broke out about women being stronger and more able to survive NNN than men. It got me thinking, hmmm we know Chris has a dirty mind, dirty mind has to equal freak and always wanting to fool around.

It was too much fun working with @oceanscorazon a while back for her part one to out first collab titled Rumors & Waves. Look out for part two coming soon. I had to do it again. Thank you to the beautiful and phenomenal Amber @oceanscorazon for agreeing to this!!!

This will be a five-part story to be posted one chapter a week to show what November is like for Chris and Uriah. @oceanscorazon will also write four parts to show that November is like for Chris and Summer.

***So for Chris and Uriah’s timeline, this is before the events of Rumor Has It.

***Images do not belong to me***

***Loosley Edited/Proofread***

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-Week Three-

Every marriage has times of ups and downs, times where the passion is searing and intense, times where you can’t keep your hands off each other, as well as times where you both need space, and things fizzle out. That is a normal part of every marriage, or so he’d heard from several of his married friends. One thing that he was learning was what goes on in his friends’ marriages was not what went on in his.

Since the day he’d met you there was never a time that the two of you needed space from each other. Both of you loved spending every waking moment with each other and if you couldn’t physically be with the other you were always on facetime, always texting. The passion hadn’t died down at all, nothing had fizzled. In fact, as time passed everything in your marriage just intensified.

That was probably one of the reasons why this No Nut November challenge was so hard. You’d never had to keep your hands off each other, never had to restrain yourselves from how you expressed your love, devotion, and desire for the other. It wasn’t that your marriage was based on sex; that was far from the truth. Sex was just another of the fun and thrilling ways the two of you could express how you felt about each other.

If you were angry with each other, the sex was always intense and rough. If one or both of you needed emotional reassurance the sex was tender and sweet. If there was alcohol involved it was fun and spontaneous. It was an expression for both of you.

Three weeks. Three weeks in. He had one more week to go after this one and he was going crazy. He’d thought he could handle this when he and Hemsworth came up with the idea. Back then it seemed easy peasy. It seemed like such an easy thing and was sure you’d be on board. Now after sleeping in the guest bedroom for the last five days, he’d come to see the error in his ways. The deep error.

Laying in the king-sized bed and staring up at the ceiling it was yet another night sleeping away from you. another night of him tossing and turning trying to find a comfortable spot knowing damn well he’d never find one unless he was beside you. The last week’s sleep was the worst he’d ever had, and it showed in everything he did. He was short with everyone he spoke to, his energy was low, his focus and concentration dwindled, and everything was twenty times harder.

You, on the other hand, looked to be doing just fine. You didn’t look tired, you looked like you were getting good sleep. Your voice was always preppy, you gave no indication you were anything but happy. The only sign he saw was when you dealt with him. Your words were shorter, your body language was strained as if you were holding yourself back. You barely looked at him and barely got next to him. You didn’t let him touch you either, not even something small as a touch of your hand. He was definitely feeling the freeze out and it was giving him frostbite among other things.

Groaning he sat up in the moonlit room and threw one of his pillows across the room. The frustration he was feeling was just about at his limit. His phone went off and he leaped for it thinking it was Uriah.

MSG Hemsworth: How are the rabbits holding up?

He rolled his eyes and had the urge to throw the whole phone away.

MSG Hemsworth: I know you’re up and that you read the message, mate. I can see the read notification. Come on.

MSG: What do you want Hemsworth?

MSG Hemsworth: You sound salty.

MSG: You sound like your wife. I thought you were your own man.

MSG Hemsworth: Oh yeah, you’re real salty. Someone feeling the effects of three weeks of being shut out?

He wanted to kick his ass for getting him into this.

MSG: So you know I have not been shut out.

MSG Hemsworth: Oh really? Are you admitting you’ve lost and given in?

MSG: I haven’t lost. Thanks to you my wife kicked me out of my bed and my room. I am now in the guest room.

MSG Hemsworth: Yeah I was kicked out to the guest room two days ago. The kids now sneak in at night and use me as their pillows.

A snort escaped him. he was pleased to hear that he was not the only one who was suffering. If he knew Summer and he knew Summer, she was giving him hell.

MSG: Serves you right for dragging me into this.

MSG Hemsworth: One more week Evans, you can handle that. Then you can go to town.

This time he had to laugh. Just picturing his Aussie accent saying those words was too much.

MSG: Riah is pissed. I think I took this too far. I haven’t seen her this pissed in a while.

MSG Hemsworth: If this is seriously affecting your relationship then we should end it.

He thought about it for a few moments and he knew the smartest route to take was ending the bet, but he also knew he’d never hear the end of this. Groaning again he hit his head on the beadboard. “Damn it!” He knew his competitive nature would get his ass in real trouble.

MSG: One more week. That’s enough time for you to lose.

MSG Hemsworth: Shit, I just might. Summer just came in wearing very little. Jesus Christ, this woman is going to be the death of me.

MSG: Go die happy then.

MSG Hemsworth: I’m not nearly as easy as she thinks I am.

He laughed again and shook his head; he knew his friend was full of shit.

MSG: Whatever. We know who wears the pants man.

MSG Hemsworth: I am the only one wearing pants right now. My god.

MSG: Ew. I don’t want to hear that. Go away. Goodbye.

He tossed his phone back onto the nightstand and got out of the bed. As he paced the room he decided to go to you and test the waters. The halls were quiet and with every step, his nerves increased. He felt like he was either marching to his death or the very first night he took her out. When he got to the bedroom door he stood there and took several breaths hoping to calm his nerves. As he touched the doorknob he paused. He knew he needed a good reason. Quickly he thought up an excuse and knocked on the door.

There was no response for almost thirty seconds, then he knocked again. still, you didn’t answer.

“Can I come in, Riah? I need something.” He pressed his ear to the door trying to listen for what you may be doing on the other side.

“Come.” Your voice was faint.

Slowly he turned the knob and cautiously walked inside his own bedroom like a visitor. You were lying in the bed with your back turned to the door. He could see the glow from the tv on your skin and knew you were naked. For more evidence the way the duvet just carelessly covered the swell of your ass told him all he needed to know. He tried not to stare but he couldn’t help it. You were strewn across the bed across your side and his. Your head perched on a stack of pillows and your hair tied up in your head tie. He knew underneath your hair was wrapped perfectly. He’d spend many nights just watching you do that very thing always mesmerized by how effortless you made it look.

He didn’t realize he’d been standing there for a minute too long until you shifted on the bed to a different position. A position that had the duvet falling lower and giving him a glimpse of the flesh on your ass. He stifled a groan and looked away in an effort to contain himself.

“Riah.” It was a little louder than a whisper. He wasn’t sure you heard it. when you didn’t answer right away he was sure you hadn’t. “Dragonfly.”

Instantly he felt the tension in the room decrease. It was enough to give him some courage.

Slowly, he approached the bed and your bare back. You were close enough for him to touch. All he had to do was just reach out to you. He wondered if you’d pull away, or tell him to get out. when the back of his hand grazed the soft, supple skin of your back you took a sharp breath in, but you didn’t pull away. He trailed the back of his fingers along your spine upward to your shoulder blade. When he made it to the back of your neck he traced the pattern of a heart there. It was your code.

Whenever either of you traced that pattern at this spot no matter where you were, it was always code for the other person to know just how in love the other was, how much their very existence depended on the other, how much they really desired them. He’d use it every chance he got when you were out together around people, every chance he got he was swirling a heart on your neck and every time he did your reaction was instantaneous. He knew that you remembered.

“God darlin’, I love you so much. I miss you.” He didn’t care if he sounded needy or weak. He was speaking the truth, a truth he knew she needed to hear. He needed to hear the words too—he needed to hear your words.

After waiting for several moments, he sighed when he realized you weren’t going to even acknowledge him there. It hurt; he wasn’t going to lie. It hurt a hell of a lot. Accepting the defeat, he dropped his hand and stepped back from you ready to retreat. When he turned to walk out your voice stopped him.

“Wait.” Your voice was low, timid and almost clouded. When he turned back to you, your back was still to him. He waited, waited for any sign from you. This was your show. You moved more onto the bed leaving enough space for him. wasting not even a second he slid into the bed behind you and wrapped his arms around you. Once his skin touched yours he audibly sighed feeling an actual decrease in tension his body held. It felt like coming home after a long trip.

Neither of you moved. He stayed where he was nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck just enjoying your smell. God, he’d missed you. A moan escaped him and that started a chain reaction. He pressed his body closer to yours trying to get as close as possible. From there, his hands moved of their own accord. From your waist, they went to your hip then down your thigh and back up to your hip. Your skin was so damn soft.

Without even knowing it he kissed your neck, then your shoulder and down your arm and back to your neck. By the time he couldn’t stop, he didn’t want to. A peck quickly turned more passionate and soon he was moving under the duvet you were under. To his delight and dismay, he found you were naked. His head said stop, move and leave but his heart easily eclipsed it. his heart was the one who made the decision to urge you to turn to him with his hand on your hip. When you turned to him and your eyes met he could see you.

For the last week, you’d been so detached, so cold, so angry that your exterior easily mirrored those emotions. Everything he’d tried you shot down, he thought it would be weeks before you even began to let him next to you, but here you were. You looked vulnerable and unsure of yourself. That was new, he thought. He was used to you being this confidant woman who embodied sexy. You knew you were gorgeous and knew that he was under your spell every minute of every day. He couldn’t wait any longer.

Pressing his lips to yours he kissed you softly. It was an exploratory kiss, one that was meant to feel you out, test the waters—see where he stood. You didn’t kiss him back, so he deepened the kiss and coiled his tongue around yours. Your moan vibrated against his lips sending tiny shockwaves of desire through him. Just as he was going to take lead again you pulled back.

“Don’t do this if I’m not what you want,” you whispered with your forehead pressed to his.

“You’re kidding right, Riah. You’re always what I want. I need you.” You searched his eyes for the truth, but he’d already given it. “I love you so much, Uriah—so fucking much.”

You crashed your lips to his and in the same breath rolled on top of him. your nakedness pressed on him was the last straw in his control. The two of you moaned and writhed atop the bed kissing each other each of you fighting for control over the other. He loved this. Early on in your relationship, he realized you had more than one side to you. You weren’t only submissive to him, but you also liked to play dominant. He always thought a submissive woman was what he needed but in truth, he craved both, but only with you. He rolled on top of you and pinned your hands to the bed. The action produced a growl from you that didn’t help his arousal.

Flicking off the duvet you were revealed to his eyes and he slowly drank you in. “God you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my life.” You didn’t speak immediately instead you stared into his eyes then cupped his jaw.

“Let’s make a baby.”

His groan was instant. Jesus Christ, he thought. His weakness. The one thing you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. You knew he wanted a baby—a baby with you. you knew since coming to an agreement in Sydney it was high on your combined priority list. You both wanted to start a family and were actively trying.

“Put a baby in me,” you whispered again before he felt your feet at his hips where the waistband of his shorts were putting your torturous flexibility on display. He then felt you push them lower all the while never breaking eye contact with him. You were pulling out your reserve card. He wondered if you’d play it and had gone three weeks wondering. He didn’t need to wonder anymore.

“I’m ovulating. Tonight is your window.” He groaned again and dropped his head to the crook of your neck when he felt his length flop from inside his shorts and nudge against your spread flesh.

“God, you’re not being fair.”

“You said you want a baby. Let’s make one. Let me make you a daddy.” Your words were the best dirty talk he’d ever heard in his life. He didn’t need to hear “fuck me” or “come inside of me so hard I feel like I’m splitting in two.” No, he didn’t need to hear any of that anymore, not since Sydney. All he needed to hear was “put a baby in me” and “I’m ovulating.” He would have laughed but this was no laughing matter. His wife was trying to seduce him with the prospect of impregnating her.

“Is that what you want, kitten? You want me to give you a baby?”

“No, I want you to fuck me so hard and so good that I see stars and scream your name until I can’t scream anymore and you come so deep in me that my body has no other option than to give us a baby.” His cock spasmed with the need to be inside of you. You were going to kill him, and he was bout ready to die. This was it. Check fucking mate.

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rubiesintherough · 3 years

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@emeraude-nobrega

LONG AND RAMBLEY FIREBIRB FACTS INVOLVING HISTORY AND PEOPLE CONNECTING HIM TO DARK MAGIC AND THE DEVIL BC IM A HISTORY NERD AKA, THE ACCOUNT OF AEDUS BEING ENTIRELY DONE WITH HUMANS AND THEIR SILLY SUPERSTITIONS AND REACTIONS TO THEM:

Aedus was absolutely, repeatedly accused of being the devil, himself, during the Middle Ages all the way up through to the American Civil War… which tends to happen when you have unusually colored eyes, a charming demeanor… and the habit of catching on fire. During the European witch hunts, he was even accused of being a warlock, having sold his soul. So, they tried burning him at the stake. That worked about as well as you’d expect. He didn’t want to harm anyone, as many of those in the crowd were innocent women and children caught up in this hysteria, so Aedus ( then, going by the name Aurav ) simply waited until the flames burned through the ropes, freeing him, and he casually strolled away from the terrified and screaming onlookers. Stark naked. And positively miffed that they’d burned one of his favorite shirts.

And that wasn’t the only time. Throughout his years of traveling, Aedus has found that most mortals generally don’t take very well to seeing a man who can ignite himself at will… or who’s most GRIEVOUS wounds heal in a matter of days. During the reign of Bloody Mary, he was, again, burned at the stake. This time, not because he was believed to be a witch, but because he was branded a heretic, spreading wild stories about a history that didn’t align with the current church’s beliefs. That, also, went about as well as you’d expect. Again, he walked away, bemoaning the loss of his clothes and terrifying everyone who attended the execution.

On the other end, people attempted to drown him for witchcraft in Salem. Aedus made the mistake of stopping there just toward the tail end of the trials. Already, the townsfolk were in a panic and treated him with suspicion when he arrived. And, then, some man he got into an argument with accused Aedus of CURSING him and the Phoenix was dragged into the courtroom. Four other people he’d never even laid eyes on testified against him, claiming he’d come to them in dreams and used magic to make them behave strangely. Aedus, of course, denied it. So, he was dragged to the river, bound to rocks, and thrown in to either prove or dismiss their accusations. Well, since he doesn’t need to breathe, the Phoenix remained under there far longer than anyone could hold their breath — almost an hour, before he was dragged back up. Still alive. Of course, this didn’t go over well with the Puritans. Even less so when Aedus had, understandably, had ENOUGH and ignited every inch of skin, MELTING the ropes and evaporating every drop of water off of him. The heat got so bad, those who hadn’t already retreated screaming prayers were forced to. They called him the devil. And Aedus, essentially, had to go into hiding for a few years as word of him spread past Salem. But, the story did die out fairly quickly after the trails ended and the town magistrate tried to brush everything under the rug, so to speak.

Throughout his time with Samuel during the Revolutionary War, Aedus did try very hard to hide what he was from the population. It worked, up until Samuel’s death during a particularly brutal battle… then, the Phoenix sought out the man who’d fired that killing shot and burned him to ASH. That unnatural death frightened the community, who claimed it was magic. They weren’t entirely wrong.

With the passing of the Land Act in 1804, Aedus moved West with a SMALL caravan ( only three wagons ), hoping to find solace after Samuel’s death. Halfway through the journey, a terrible winter storm struck. The wagons sought shelter in a grove of trees along the trail, but that wasn’t enough to keep the cold from taking its toll. Hypothermia, frostbite…. The oxen were in danger of dying, winds whipping through reaching a chill FAR below freezing… so the Phoenix made the decision to reveal what he was. To one of his friends, first, a young woman. She was scared, of course, Confused. But, she understood that he could save them and get them safely through this weather to Oregon. She’s the one who broke the news to the others, and, even though many of them were extremely frightened of him, in their desperation, they accepted his help. He kept them warm. Helped them cook their food. Offered light in the way of flames sprouting from his fingertips whenever needed to help conserve their supply of candles… being unaffected by the cold, himself, he offered all of his clothing to the others, save enough to preserve modesty, for them to layer. He went out hunting and gathering food. For two weeks, he kept them alive, warm, fed, and safe… everyone revered him as something of a guardian angel. Less of the MONSTER they’d first thought when they’d found out, and more of a miracle from God. They reached their new home, all of them swearing to keep his secret safe as they set up their new lives.

so since aedus is active right now, too, i would like to take this moment to say… if your muse ever needs a place to stay, or someone to look out for them, especially if they’re a lost or scared kid, throw them at this soft-hearted, ancient firebird. he will 10000% make sure they have food in their belly, a warm and safe place to sleep, will have their back and protect them. just aedus, y’all. he’ll open his home to anyone who needs it. he’ll make them tea or hot cocoa, give them freshly tumbled blankets so they’re warm and cozy. listen, the amount of kids he’s essential;ly adopted, helped raise, looked out for, cheered for, over the centuries?? i mean for someone who’s scared of being a dad bc of PHOENIX FAMILY DRAMA ™, he sure as hell has that powerful paternal instinct. will 1000/10 adopt your muse all you gotta do is throw ‘em his way and he will take them right under his fiery wing

ME: considering how much losing people he loves screws him up, could it be another few centuries and this phoenix could possibly snap and grow colder, and begin to distance himself from humanity, just to spare himself from that pain?? ALSO ME: he’s legitimately too soft-hearted and too attached for them for that, so despite the pain, he will continue to integrate himself into humanity and continue to watch those he loves fade and die, mourning them, subjecting himself to that pain willingly… because the alternative is isolation and he already tried that once after samuel died and he wound up on a wagon train west, making new friends, watching them pass, and new friends out on the coast… and watching them fade, too, before he finally moved back. Because even when he actively tries to distance himself he physically can’t, ‘cause he needs that companionship. and not only that, but he recognizes that being around humanity keeps him grounded and helps him be better, improving himself as they improve… and without them, he would truly be lost and stagnant

also, some of aedus’s physical traits, because appearance and tactile senses do play a big part in interactions. especially first meetings ( i.e. things i am totally okay with your muse noticing about him right from the get-go tbh )

GOLDEN EYES: his irises look a LOT like fire… they’re a lighter gold at the top and darken to almost an ORANGE near the bottom. TEMPERATURE: his skin does feel incredibly warm to the touch, as though he’s constantly suffering from a high fever… this heat can even be felt simply radiating off of him when the fires inside of him flare hotter, such as when he’s angry or upset. ATTIRE: Aedus is always impeccably dressed. Considering how rich he is from all the money he’s stored away throughout his life ( a big chunk of it coming from selling items after they’ve become antiques and VERY valuable to collectors. Authentic coins from the Roman Empire, first edition books dating all the way back to the early 19th century, random household items from the homes he kept throughout the Middle Ages, clear up to the American Civil War ) he can definitely afford the BEST tailors his current place of residence has to offer. Not to mention, he does have quite a discerning taste when it comes to fashion. I mean, he worked hard making this body look just how he wanted it… of course he’s going to wear clothes that accentuate it. VOICE: his voice holds traces of accents from all over the world. It’s a little difficult to pinpoint just one… but, I’d say the more prominent ones, most simple to pick out, would be Irish and British. He has a very LOW voice. Keeps his tone very soft and steady for the most part.

random reminder that samuel’s watch is aedus’s most valued possession. it’s the one he usually keeps on his person ( unless he’s planning on picking a fight with someone, in which case it sits securely in his bedside table’s drawer ) and it’s something he would risk his safety to get back if lost or stolen. it’s the very last shred of samuel that remains… the last physical reminder of the man he loved more than anything in this world, trusted more than anyone else, would readily have married if they’d been granted the chance. aedus will be extremely hesitant to let anyone else touch it, no matter who they are…

#(( long post. ))

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footballxwrites · 3 years

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They also say that the good things come to those who wait, but I once almost got frostbites as I waited for the bus one winter, so I am not entirely sure if that's true 😂 Ah, I've been having an okay evening. Just trying to force myself to go to bed because I have an early start tomorrow, but editing stuff is more fun. 👉👈

Haha yeah fair enough not entirely on board with that one 🤣. Honestly my sleep schedule is out the window these days and I seriously need to change it lol, but I’ll sit down and watch one episode of something on Netflix and next thing you know it’s been 3 hours 😭

#but agreed editing things is more fun 😌

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peachesandfiction · 4 years

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Red Velvet learning that their lover has powers

(Cold Edition)

Irene: Cold Aura- The user can release and surround themselves in/with cold for defensive and/or offensive purposes, possibly becoming almost untouchable and granting them various abilities/attacks. The aura may also give the user enhanced physical capabilities such as speed, strength and durability.

You walked into your shared room with an armful of snacks, ready for movie night. Joohyun smiled at you from the bed, her eyes lighting up when she sees her favorite snack on top of the pile. The blanket was suddenly up in the air as she hurried off of the bed to help you, but as the heavy, warm fabric lifted, it flew towards you. Caught off balance, your arms tightened around the snacks, suddenly iced within your embrace as it raced across the rest of your body when you rushed to set the items down gently. It all happened so quick that you hadn’t even realized you had used your powers in front of Joohyun until she was above you. Her eyes were wide and curious, but there was also a hint fear as she pressed a finger against your frozen skin. Quickly, the ice melted off of you, leaving you drenched to reveal a flush of embarrassment on your face. You looked away from Joohyun and towards the pile before you; the snacks were now soaked along with the blanket on the floor beneath you. With a scratch behind your head, you tried to smile it off, “So, maybe we should do movie night in the living room.”

“What was that,” she asked, her hands still trying to grasp on your luke warm skin as her eyes searched your body. “How did you do that?”

Flustered, you looked away. “Can we talk about it another time?”

“What?” Her eyes were even wider as her mouth fell open. “We are not going to talk about this later? You literally transformed into ice before my eyes, and you just want to me sit down and watch a movie after seeing that?”

“I mean,” you looked sheepishly towards her, “Kinda?”

Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling before she wrapped an arm around you. “Are you cold? I think we should get your warmed up and then we are talking about this.”

Your lips began to open, but she pressed her finger against them.

“No exceptions. Now come on.” She tightened her arm around you and began to help lift you off of the ground. Feeling your wet shirt, she glanced down and sighed, “We also have to clean up this mess.”

“I’ll do it,” you pressed a soft, chilling kiss against her cheek. She smiled at you before helping you choose a new pair of fresh pajamas and starting a hot, steaming bath.

Seulgi: Snow Generation- pretty obvious what it is The user can generate and project snow.

With your headphones plugged in, you felt calm and ready to start training once again with your powers. Living with Seulgi meant you got less practice time, but when she left for work, you were given a moment alone to go crazy with your powers. You took a deep breath and held your hands out, your palms facing the room before you as your back was just inches away from the wall. You let your eyes close, taking in another breath. You could feel the deep chill of excitement run through you as you felt soft, cold dot land on your wrists. Opening your eyes, you were greeted to a room full of snow and Seulgi standing just before the door with a shocked face.

At a loss for words, your lips opened and closed over and over again.

She just watched the last of the snowflakes fall before she whispered, “how?”

“Well, I um,” you stumbled, heading towards her. A sudden fear set in you that she would be scared of you, but when you reached her, her eyes were filled with nothing but wonder.

She gave a soft smile, “Can you do it again?”

“Wha-what?”

“The snow.” She looked down at the melting fluffy ice, her fingers reaching out towards it. “I want to see it.”

“You-you aren’t like scared of me?”

She gave a short chuckled, “Scared? Why? Should I be? Will you give me frostbite?”

Still confused, you couldn’t help but smile with her. “That’s it, when I get this room filled with snow, we are going to have a snowball fight.”

“I’m ready for it,” she smirked.

Wendy: Winter Embodiment- Personified snow basically The user embodies and personifies Winter, which allows them limitless control over the season and everything connected to it. The user has divine authority over the cold, ice, and snow

She sat at her window, watching the cloudless summer night sky. She could feel her heart ache as the stars twinkled back at her. “I wish it were winter again, I miss you,” She whispered to the moon, remembering your face blushed in the cold wind as you promised to come visit her again next winter. With closed eyes, she took in a deep breath and then she felt it. The cold wind. Her eyes opened, watching the trees near her. They stood still and she was beginning to brush it off, but then the leaves began to shake once again before ice formed around them. “Woah,” she called out, pushing away from the window. White Snowflakes began to fall before you appeared standing outside her window with a wide smile and a gentle wave. She stepped forwards, rubbing her eyes as if she were in a dream. “Is this really happening?”

You stepped inside, bringing white puffs of air. “It is.” There was a nervous twang about your voice. “I couldn’t wait any long to see you, so I thought I would bring winter with me.”

“There are only a few more months though,” she answered, her eyes still watching the miraculous wonder before her. “How are you doing that?”

“Huh?” A sheepish blush spread across your cheeks as you let your hands fall to your side and stop the falling snow. “Oh, I-I, do you know the tale of Jack Frost?”

She nodded.

“I have smilier powers to him. I can control winter, all aspects of it. The ice, the snow, how cold it gets. Although my power is a lot stronger during winter time.”

Her eyes blinked, still lost in awe as she took in the small disappearing white flakes against her carpet. Her voice was barely a whisper as she asked, “Can you do it again?”

With a surprised smile, you listed your fingers towards the roof and a flurry of soft ice wrapped around your fingers before flying across the room. There was a giggled before it became full on laughter.

Seungwan held her arms out under the new snow fall you had created, her smile wide and her eyes closed. You watched her, knowing she was more beautiful than any winter you could have ever created. When she opened her eyes, they lit up as they landed on you, “This is amazing. You are amazing.”

Joy: Cryokinetic Creature Creation- User is able to create beings of ice or shape existing ice into wanted shapes and purposes. They can grant the beings varying levels of independence (controlled, automatons/programmed, semi-independent) and existence (momentary to permanent) and delete the creature once they are done with them.

She entered the room just as you sent a squall of ice birds towards the door. With a scream, she stepped back and you hurried over to her after shattering the birds from existence. “Are you alright,” you asked. Her chest rose and fell with panic. Soothing words slipped from your lips as you ran your fingers through her hair.

When she calmed down, her eyes watched you. “What was that,” she finally asked.

“It-” you began, looking at her. “it was nothing. Are you okay?”

“Y/N,” her voice became wary.

“I’m gonna sound crazy,” you muttered before letting out a sigh. “I was practicing my powers.”

Her face tensed up in surprise. “Powers?”

You nodded. There was a silent pause before you asked, “Would you like to see them when they aren’t going towards you.”

There was an unsure look on her face, but curiosity flashed within the twitch of her lips. She didn’t answer, but the way she watched you told you enough. You held your palm to a random space on the ground, feeling the rush of ice wrap around your fingers before shooting towards the floor. It began to build up until a smooth, see through puppy stared back at you then turned towards joy. She slowly made her way towards it. Then a laugh escaped her lips, “It looks like Haetnim.”

You looked at the ice dog again, tilting your head. “It kinda does, I didn’t even realize that. I guess it’s because you are here.”

She let her fingers land on it before pulling them again, blowing her warm breath against them. The two of you looked at each other and light chuckling wrapped your arms around each other. Being so close, the moment began to calm down.

You whispered, “So, you aren’t scared of me?”

“As if.” She kissed you lightly on the lips.

Yeri: Cryo-phasing- The user combines intangibility and ice powers to freeze the objects they pass through.

“Think fast,” Yeri called from across the room as she tossed the pillow your way. Panicked in the moment, the pillow past through your body before turning to ice as it hit the wall. You turned to Yeri, fear in your eyes just to see a confused, yet amused look on her face. She nodded. “Alright then. That’s interesting.”

Your lips opened and closed, but you were too shocked at her reaction that no words came out. You watched her as she got up and made her way past you and to the pillow. Lifting it up, there was already slips of water running down it and onto the ground as her fingers pressed into it. The hot summer sun peeking through the window already melting away the existence of your powers. The world seemed to slow down as you waited for her to speak.

Instead, she made her way to the sink and set the frozen pillow down in it before grabbing a rag and making her way over to wipe up the mess. When she set the rag down on the counter, she finally looked over at you. “Are you going to explain or just stare at me all day?”

Stumbling, you said, “I-I don’t know what to say.”

“I mean you could just tell me how you did that? Are you a superhero?”

“I wouldn’t really call myself that, but,” you hesitated a moment, never having spoken the words out loud. “Yes, I do have powers.”

“Can you do anything else?” Curiosity played in her gaze.

“Not really,” your voice became timid as you stared at the ground.

“So, do you have any like villains after you? Anyone evil coming after you?”

“What? No.” You almost snorted at her questions.

She pouted for a moment before she smiled again, “can you tell me more?”

Just as your dumbfound moment passed, she had to shock you again. Still watching her, you nodded. “Sure.”

“Cool, so does that make me your side kick now?”

“Do you have any powers?”

“Did Robin have any powers?”

With a defeated nod, you gave in and pulled her to the couch. Sitting closer together, you talked about the day you discovered your powers and how you have used them since.

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thinkaboutdobrik · 5 years

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No Offence - David Dobrik

Requested by 2 Anons: After a long day @ work or smth y/n gets home freezing cold and dobrik warms her up by cuddles (fLUFFFFFYYY)

Can you write a imagine where all the vs girls made a video and everything and they didn’t invite you to come over and it hurt your feelings so you confront them but they treat you poorly and are mean to you. David notices that your upset and you tell him and his reaction can be up to you

Plot: The reader gets hurt by her friends when they exclude her from their plans, and David comforts her.

Warning: Fluff and angst

A long day of hard work and people giving you shit about everything, you were finally getting ready to leave.

Not only was the heating down at your job, but the weather was also horrible. No matter how many layers of clothing you wore you were constantly reezing cold.

You pulled up to David's driveway and got out of your car.

"Helloooo." you sang as you opened the door.

David's head popped up from the couch, his hood pulled tight almost covering his entire face.

"Hii." he smiled before retorting back to his phone.

You kicked your shoes off and walked over to the couch, rubbing your hands together trying to get some heat to them.

"Are you cold?" David asked as he looked at your bright red nose and flushed cheeks.

You nodded over exhaggeratedly and crashed down on the couch next to him. He lifted up the blanket that was covering him, and tucked you under it before grabbing your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"You're freezing! Here." he said and pulled your hands under the blanket, holding them tight in his hands, trying to warm his hands with yours.

"You'd think they could've atleast fixed the heating at work, but nope. Instead I'm left with frostbite." you jokingly complained and scooted closer to David.

David kissed your head before leaning his head on top of yours. "You should stay underneath this blanket for the rest of the night. I'll take care of you."

You turned your wrist to check the time. "I actually can't. I have to leave in a few to film with Carly and Erin, and the girls." you told him, followed by a groan.

David tilted his head and looked at you in confusion. "Today? I thought they already filmed?" he questioned.

You returned his confused look with yours, pondering for a minute before you checked the date on your phone.

"Nooo, it was today. I'm pretty sure. I'm supposed to be there in an hour."

David shrugged. "Alright, cool. I'll join you and I can edit my video there while you guys film."

After scrolling on your phone and cuddling up to David for a few minutes, using David's shoulder as a pillow whilst your hands were wrapped around him, you felt your eyelids getting heavier and you eventually gave in and fell asleep.

You felt David nudging your side allowing you to slowly wake up from your nap. You slowly opened your eyes and landed them on David who was crouching down next to you, next to the couch.

"Wake up. We gotta go." he whispered.

You stretched your entire body, waking it up before letting out a loud sigh. Getting up from the couch, David was waiting for you by the hallway and the two of you drove off in his Tesla.

You knocked on Liza's door and waited patiently. She opened the door with a half heartedly smile and greeted you and David.

"Hey, guys!" you smiled and greeted everyone as you entered the house.

Carly, Erin and Mariah were sitting on the couch talking, whilst Corinna was in the kitchen.

You approached the girls and crashed down on the couch next to them. They glanced over their shoulders and gave you a quick smile before retorting back to their conversation.

"Sorry I'm late. I fell asleep." you chuckled, looking at Carly and Erin.

Corinna joined you on the couch with a confused look on her face. "Late for what?"

"Filming? I thought we were filming today?" you questioned, looking at everyone, examining their emotionless faces.

"Oh, uh.." Carly started, her eyes darting from Erin to Corinna to you.

Corinna shifted in her seat and looked at you. "We already filmed the video. Sorry." she shrugged.

You looked around the room, looking at the girls who were shrugging and nodding to eachother. It was obvious that something was off. They didn't usually act this odd around you, and you were starting to wonder what you had done wrong.

"What? Without me?" you gulped, feeling the sadness hit you slowly but surely.

Carly and Erin nodded and looked at eachother.

"...And you weren't going to tell me? Why?" you questioned as your eyes darted from Carly to Erin.

You swallowed hard, feeling your eyes starting to tear up a little. None of the girls seemed to care about your feelings at this point. Although they didn't say so, you knew they weren't too fond of you being there.

"We just thought the video would turn out better that way. Without you. No offence, though." Erin replied before turning around, giggling with Carly.

You got up from the couch as soon as you felt your eyes tearing up even more. You were on the verge of crying, and figured it'd be best to leave.

Without saying anything you exited the house and headed straight for David's car. You slammmed the door shurt before finally giving in. Finally giving in to the tears, letting them stream down your cheeks.

The doors unlocked and David climbed into the front seat. He sighed as his eyes landed on you. He rested his hand on your thigh, rubbing small circled with his thumb as he waited for you to cry it out. He didn't want to interrupt. He wanted you to let it all out.

"Can we leave, David?" you sobbed, resting your head on the seat as you looked up at the ceiling.

David nodded and put the car in drive.

The whole ride from Liza's house to David's house was silent. Your face was emotionless, staring out the window the entire time, not saying a word, letting all of the tears stream down your face.

You were at a loss for words. These girls were supposted to be your friends. So many thoughts were running through your head. What did you do wrong? Why would they hurt you like this? Did they stop liking you all of a sudden?

David pulled up to his house and you wiped your tears away with your sleeve, and blew your nose in a paper towel that was laying around in the car.

"Do you want to talk about it?" David whispered as he looked at you.

You swallowed hard and took a deep breath before shaking your head. "No. I just want to go to bed." you gulped before unbuckeling your seat belt and heading towards David's house.

You aimed for his room and immediately crashed down on his bed, face down into the pillow.

Shortly after you felt warm hands making their way up your back. You raised your head and glanced over your shoulder before sighing and laying back down on the pillow.

David's hand slid around your side, pulling you close to him. You shifted in the bed and looked at him. Both of you were laying on your sides, gazing into eachothers eyes as small tears formed in your eyes, once again.

"I don't know what I did wrong, David. What did I do wrong?" you whimpered as you looked him in the eyes.

David shook his head. "Nothing." he said as he moved his hand further up your back, pulling you into a tight, loving, comforting hug.

#david dobrik #david dobrik imagine #david dobrik imagines #david dobrik fluff #david dobrik blurb

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findmeinpops · 4 years

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FindMeInPops’ 12 Days of Ficmas: Day Three - ‘You. Me. Snowman. Now.’

It’s that time of year again where I try to pump out a drabble or one-shot for each of the twelve days leading up to Christmas! I have a couple already written but some of them will be written by prompt and on request so bare with for any editing errors! Enjoy, my loves, and have a happy festive season :)

And a quick fyi for those who prefer AO3, my 2019 12 Days of Christmas collection is at this link and should be uploaded with an hour of this being posted.

Prompt: No. 32 - “You. Me. Snowman. Now.”, No. 52 - “Do you want to build a-” “Absolutely not.”

Ship(s): Sweet Pea x Female!Reader

Rating: T

CW(s): this has a slight, unintentional, dom-y tone but nothing even vaguely inappropriate

Reindeer Games: Vixen: Winter

@riverdalebingo : Free Space

“Hey.” Y/N prodded Sweet Pea in his sweater-clad arm. “Hey, hey, Sweet Pea.” She prodded him again but Sweet Pea continued to fane obliviousness, scrolling endlessly on his phone.

“Sweet Peaa.” She complained dragging out his name and beginning to pull on his sweater instead, intent on getting her way. “Sweet Pea, please?”

“What?!” He suddenly bit back, his head snapping to face hers, his eyebrows drawn in an irritated scowl, mouth straight and a hardness in his eyes. Y/N shrank back slightly, her hand raised to pull at his arm again but was now slowly moving to cover her lower lip. Sweet Pea’s expression softened at the wounded look that flickered through her eyes, sorry that his stress had caused him to snap at her.

“Sorry, Princess, I’m sorry, what did you want to tell me?” Switching off his phone, he dropped it down the side of the sofa cushion before pulling her against his chest.

“It was nothing, don’t worry, I shouldn’t have interrupted your working.” She knew that he was stressed with work as of late and was now berating herself for annoying him when she knew he was already drawn tight.

It always seemed to happen as they neared the end of the year, like clockwork, throughout their three year relationship, more frown-lines would appear in his brow and black circles would form and grow larger under his eyes as they got further into December. This year though, with the heavy snowfall of the last few days and his inability to make it out of the house to work, he had seemed so much more frustrated and was nearly constantly attached to his phone. Y/N had not had the same problem, being able to work from their cozy study instead, due to her career of choice being writing, but the inability to leave was now beginning to even affect her. If Y/N was completely honest, she was going stir-crazy, she wanted nothing more than to go out and play in the snow, and she had indeed gone out yesterday for a few minutes but, after giddily making a snow angel, the novelty soon grew old and her excitement wore off as she could not enjoy the heavy snow with her favourite person.

“No, it’s fine, I’ll just pop another movie in.”

“Y/N, what did you want to tell me, it’s alright.” Her head still pressed against his chest, he smoothed his thumb along her cheekbone, his other tracing patterns at its place on the material covering her waist.

“I-I just wanted to know if you would like a hot chocolate?” It was more of a question mumbled against his jumper but Sweet Pea’s keen ears easily picked it up. He drew himself back from their embrace so he could try and see her face but it stayed securely against his chest, hidden from view.

He sighed, pulling her onto his lap, one leg either side of him, kneeling on the sofa. Of course this was to try and get her to look at him but she kept her head down and firmly placed it against his neck.

“You’re lying.” The tone wasn’t harsh per se, but it held a confident accusation.

“Mmm.” Y/N grunted against his skin, neither confirming nor denying, but from experience, Sweet Pea had learnt that an unwillingness to reply tended to mean that he was correct.

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“Y/N.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Nope.”

“Yes.”

The next thing that left her mouth was not quite coherent due to the words being incredibly muffled by his skin and were probably intended to be that way to avoid Sweet Pea understanding her; the only thing that Sweet Pea was sure of was was that she hadn’t said ‘no’.

“What was that sweetheart?” He coaxed, finding her grip slightly more lenient and slowly pulled her up from her position before cupping her face in a hand so that he could see her pretty eyes.

Y/N remained silent for a count and Sweet Pea was almost ready to ask again before a small smile appeared on her face.

“Do you want to build a snowman?” She sang slightly off-key but the tune was still very much recognisable; the pair had watched Frozen a couple of times since it had come out and the film had become a fast favourite of Y/N’s.

“No, I don’t. Now, what did you want to-”

“That is what I wanted to tell you.”

“Well, I still don’t want to build a snowman.” He could only sigh when a pout appeared on her expression, suddenly wishing that her face was still hidden against his chest; she knew that her puppy-dog face always weakened his defences.

“Pleaase?”

“No, I really don’t wa-”

“Why?” She questioned, sitting back on her bum and crossing her arms across her chest. “Why don’t you want to build a snowman with me?”

“Because building a snowman is stupid and pointless.” He moved his arms to sit just on her hips whilst his hands clasped in the small of her back to anchor his arms around her, trying to stop her falling off his lap backwards.

“You think I’m stupid and pointless?”

“No, I said building a snowman is stupid and pointless, don’t twist my words.”

“It’s the first proper snowfall since we’ve been together, Pea, I want to build a snowman with you.” She subconsciously reached to brush a strand of hair that had fallen onto his forehead, smoothing it in-line with the rest.

“It’s cold.”

“Well yes...it’s snow...and December.” He gave her a pointed look.

“I don’t want to build a snowman.” His voice held the ‘this the end of the discussion’ tone but Y/N ignored it.

“Have you ever built a snowman?” She questioned further.

“Y/N.” He spoke a little sterner.

“Sweet Pea.” She mimicked the tone. He sighed.

“No I haven’t but-”

“YOU HAVE NEVER BUILT A SNOWMAN.” She jumped up from his lap, breaking through his arm-barrier, her expression one of shock and perhaps even horror.

This news should not have been much of a shock to Y/N. After all, until Sweet Pea met her, he was very much an anti-social, stay-inside outcast, unless he was meeting with the Serpents; even then, though, he only participated in the rough-housing, activities which required ‘man-power’ (as he put it) plus occasionally volunteering at the local homeless shelter.

“No Y/N, I have never built a snowman.” He sounded defeated and that was because, after being with Y/N for three years, he knew exactly what was coming next.

“We’re going to make a snowman.” She stood firmly in front of him, arms crossed, begging him to argue with her.

“Sweetheart, I still don’t want to-”

“I don’t care. You. Me. Snowman. Now.” She ordered, marching towards the cupboard in the hallway pulling out his coat, scarf, and gloves, throwing each in turn at him, where he still sat on the sofa; one glove hit him square in the face and she had to suppress a giggle.

“Now where are your wellies?” Y/N asked as she pulled out her own coat, scarf, gloves, and wellies, before beginning to dig deeper into the cupboard.

“I don’t own any wellies.”

“Mine aren’t going to fit you.” She spoke as if he didn’t already know this.

“Of course.”

“I guess you could wear your hiking boots...but you’d have to wear some fluffy socks with them…” she thought aloud, not really paying attention as she rooted through the numerous bags in the bottom of the cupboard before pulling out a pair of well-worn hiking boots.

“I don’t own any fluffy socks.” Y/N snorted at the way he practically spat ‘fluffy socks’.

“You can borrow a pair of mine.” She was actually only half-joking, she did not want him losing his toes to frostbite.

“Yours aren’t going to fit me, Y/N.”

“They’ll be fine, you know that pair that practically come up to my knees?”

“Of course.” Sweet Pea sighed, utterly defeated, he wasn’t going to deny Y/N anything, he did not know why he bothered arguing in the first place.

***

“Alright.” Y/N clapped her hands together, the noise seeming much louder in the empty field. “First we make a snowball; you can do the head and I’ll do the body.”

Sweet Pea obliged, scooping up a large handful of snow before packing it together tightly.

“Now we just roll it.” Y/N crouched down, trying her best not to topple over and soak through her trousers - she was far too cold already, not that she would admit it to Pea.

“Just roll it?”

“Yeah, you’ll see that snow tends to stick to snow.” As she spoke, she began to push her small snowball into the almost foot-deep snow and roll it. “Watch how I’m doing it.”

Getting the general idea, Sweet Pea followed suit.

As Y/N’s snowball had continued to grow, she began to struggle to push it, it soon weighing the same as her and so, eventually, Sweet Pea’s surpassed hers - the student had become the master, as he had told her smugly.

Once they were done, Sweet Pea carefully lifted Y/N’s oversized snowball up and balanced it on top of his, holding it in place as she packed copious handfuls of snow into the neck space.

“He’s a little bumpy and uneven,” Sweet Pea looked at their snowman critically, eyeing one particularly flat side, “but I’d say he’s pretty good.”

“We haven’t finished yet!” She exclaimed in a ‘duh!’ tone. “You go rummage around the bushes for a handful of pebbles and I’ll be back in a minute!” with that, she skipped from the field, following the short path that led back to the house.

Sweet Pea wasn’t overly concerned that she would be harmed by another person as their home was out of the way and the pathway that led to the field pretty well hidden, but he was well aware of her accident-prone ways and could not help but worry that she may slip and fall on a patch of ice. Nevertheless, he followed her instructions, planning to search for her if she was not back in five minutes. He had no reason to worry, though, as she reappeared before he had finished his job, a bundle of clothing clutched happily in her arms.

They met each other at the front of the snowman. She dumped the bundle on the floor before taking a round black stone from Sweet Pea’s hands and pushing it into what would be the snowman’s face. Sweet Pea understood the idea and quickly marked out a smiling face for the snowman as Y/N wrapped a scarf around his neck and pulled a hat over his head.

“And finally,” she announced once she had finished dressing the snowman, “his nose.” She pulled a carrot from her pocket, offering it to Sweet Pea to do the honours. This was his first snowman and he should therefore have the pleasure of putting the nose on the snowman.

After the finishing touch was placed, they both took a few steps back. Sweet Pea wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, pulling her into his side as she wrapped an arm around his waist. They stood there for a few minutes, admiring the masterpiece, until snow slowly began to fall from the sky again.

Silently, Sweet Pea offered Y/N his hand, which she accepted, and then they began making their way back inside into the warmth.

“I think he should be called Dave.” She announced as they passed the row of hedges that surrounded the field.

“I love you.” He said instead of answering, squeezing her hand in his.

“I love you too.”

#riverdaleevents #vixen: winter #southsidearchive #sweet pea x female!reader #female!reader #riverdale #sweet pea #findmeinpops 12 days of christmas #harry’s creations and additions #harry’s word creations

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bluebellhairpin · 5 years

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The Girl Who Knew The End {3}

“I Was With Child”

Thorin Oakenshield X Fem!Reader

Chapter Two // Lullaby of Woe

Chapter Three // (You’re Here!)

Chapter Four // While We’re Here

A/N: I’m so very lazy. - Nemo

Summary: The time has come for Bilbo to be (almost) eaten by trolls. As it turns out, movies don’t convey exactly how disgusting the bags the dwarfs were placed in were. You decided to buy yourself and the others some time by completely faking becoming a mother... Or were you not lying?

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{Edited 24-02-2020}

“I hate this part.” you mumbled to yourself, hiding in the bushes behind Fili and Kili as you watched Bilbo try and release the stolen ponies.

The brothers gave you a strange look, but by now you were used to those looks, just as they were used to you blurting out random incoherent sentences in the middle of random conversations.

“Fili, go get the others. We’ll need them soon.” you said, hitting the blond dwarf in the direction back towards your camp. He obeyed.

“What would we need the others-” Kili started, looking back at you before turning at the sound of Bilbo’s distressed yelp. You looked up at him, shaking your head from side to side as the Hobbit started conversation with the trolls.

“You’re getting good at this.” Kili said, smirking back at you before unsheathing his sword and stepping out of the bushes. The others came up behind you soon after, then you were lurched into a fight with the giant beings. Well, they looked awfully giant to you, but you guessed that would have to do with how small you were now.

They’d probably be less intimidating if you were a normal human height.

The battle was short-lived, just like you remembered, and soon you were all being packed up into bags. You didn’t want to be put into a bag, they looked far too dirty, and no doubt you’d end up underneath one of the larger members of the Company, or worse - stuck on top of Thorin. Not something you were looking forward to.

The dumb troll moved to pick you up, you stepped back as it’s hands came closer, racking through your mind for some excuse as to why you shouldn’t be bagged up.

“Wait, no! You can’t put me in one of those!” you yelled, now squirming in the trolls hand. He looked at you with a sideways head-tilt.

“Why not? You’ve got nothin’ special about you.”

“I-I do! I’m not like the others, you couldn’t even eat me yet.” One of the smarter trolls looked over, noticing the extra fight you were putting up.

“Why wouldn’t we eat you yet? A dwarrowdam is more tasty than a dwarf.” He said.

“A-Ah, that’s the thing. I’m…” you swallowed, thinking of something women could do that men couldn’t. Then it hit you. “I’m with child!” you blurted.

“Meaning you’re extra, extra tasty. More meat on you.” The smarter troll took you from the dumber one, grabbing some ropes to add you to the spit where two others were already tied up.

“No, wait, wait! Just think! Once I get bigger and give birth you’d have an extra dwarf to eat. I’ve heard dwarflings are even more delicious than dwarrowdam’s.” you spoke quickly, wasting no time in trying to lie you’re way out of being eaten.

“And why wouldn’t we still tie you up with the others?” The troll asked.

“Because… Tying me up would restrict the growth of the child.” you bluffed, knowing all you needed to buy more time. Gandalf would be here at daybreak if you couldn’t leave to retrieve him sooner, and Bilbo would help even more later. “If I’m not tied up then the child will be bigger.” you added, nodding as if to convince them.

The trolls seemed to buy your excuse and put you down in the pen with the ponies. You looked over at the pile of dwarves and Bilbo, catching Thorin’s eye as you slowly moved towards the back of the pen in hopes you could just slip away to get help. The trolls were too busy trying to stop one of the dwarfs from squirming to notice you slide out of the pen and back further into the forest.

Thorin watched you, his mind telling him you were slipping away to save your own skin, but his heart told him to stay silent and wait. Even though he thought you disliked him with a fiery passion, you held both his nephews in high regard, and became almost like a daughter to Balin. He believed you wouldn’t leave those you liked to die simply because you thought one person you disliked deserved it.

You managed to find Gandalf within the next half hour, and you managed to watch on as he saved the others without risking your own skin again. Once the trolls were stone, you set to quick work of helping the others out of their restraints.

You’d already unbagged Fili, and Dwalin when you reached Thorin. He looked at you intently as you worked on the bag.

“How’d you come up with that idea? To fake yourself being with child?” he started, “If Gandalf didn’t save us and we were stuck, you’d only prolong your own suffering.” Once he finished you were also finished with his bag, letting him get himself out fully as you leant back on a stone.

“I was with child, at one point in my journey here.” you mumbled, “Technically it wasn't mine, but by the time our time together ended it seemed like he was.” You played with your hands as he looked over you with a slightly shocked face.

“How? What happened?” He seemed genuinely interested, and you couldn’t help the feeling in your stomach that made you want to share everything with him.

“I was passing through the Misty Mountains, and came across a cave where others had taken shelter before me. The only people left from their group were a mother and her infant son.” You started, taking a deep breath to keep your emotions in check. “She begged me to take him, to keep him safe. I tried my best, but orcs always have a way of ruining everything - even promises.”

Gandalf had said you'd come across orcs and trolls before. This was your encounter with orcs, but what about trolls? He decided to ask, leaning beside you as you both looked towards the others.

“If you don't mind me asking, and I don't want to come across as prying, but what exactly happened?” He asked gently, keeping his eyes forwards and off you.

“It was a little ways back towards the mountains from here.” you started softly, “I had Kha- the child strapped to my back, I had to tuck my pack under my arm, so I couldn't get to my sword quickly if an attack came. I knew it was risky, but the boy couldn't walk, he was too small, I had no other choice. Then, out of nowhere, orcs came. I found later that it was an ambush, prepared for someone else, but they got me and the child instead.” You let out a shaken sigh, eyes watering slightly, and your hands wringing each other in your lap. “Trolls came after, and in the confusion I could get away.”

Thorin felt guilt was over him. He took in a silent breath of courage, then took one of your hands in his, letting his thumb brush over your knuckles. He felt himself relax when you didn't object to his actions.

You looked up at him, and he down at you.

“I'm sorry.” He felt that it was partially his fault for the child's death, but it was either orcs or frostbite. Orcs certainly would have been a much quicker death, frostbite would've been much slower since hunger and thirst would've come into play too. Orcs may be cruel, but they prefer the quick death of children since they weep more than they scream.

“You wouldn't have helped much. His death was one of those things fate decides, you can't change that, only the way it happens.”

Thorin and you shared a look, one that passed understanding between you both for a few long moments. He needed you, for something really was going to happen on this journey back to his homeland. You needed him - so you could get home too.

An unspoken agreement was formed.

You’d help each other. No more pushing each other's buttons. No more getting on one another's nerves.

You’d finally get along.

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Ice Cold Betrayal (Phantom x fem!Reader)

This is just an idea I had for a Phantom x fem!Reader! Meer wanted me to post it so here y’all go~!

I didn’t clean this up or edit it at all lmao we die like men!

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like okay my idea is what if anti wanted to cause some mayhem so he faked some pics of him getting frisky with phantom's s/o. and they looked REAL. mostly because anti got a mimic demon he knows to shift into s/o's form for this shit. and he went to phantom and showed him and laughed in his face and then bailed but phantom was furious. he'd been very busy the last month or so but you'd said you'd understood and he'd trusted you but then he finds out you cheated on him (u didn't tho) and he sorta just...snaps. he doesn't think he just reacts.

he ports into your shared penthouse and you smile when you see him and that just upsets him more and now you're worried because he looks really upset but before you can ask what's wrong he grabs you by your hair. you yelp when he drags you off the couch, you scream for him to stop but he ignores you and a split second later you're no longer in your suite, instead you're outside on the street behind his hotel. the freezing chill of the city winter has you shaking instantly, this not helped by how you were in just a comfy t-shirt and sleep pants (you had just been relaxing at home)

he dropped you onto the ground and you shakily stood up, shivering you look up at him in confusion

"Phantom what the hell-"

he cuts you off with a snarl that has you stepping back in fear, actual fear. he tells you that you're banned from any and all businesses he owns or even partially owns and if you know whats good for you then you'll stay away. you're confused and hurt and ask him what's going on, why's he upset. he scoffs

"Don't play dumb. You know what you did, and you know I don't allow cheaters in my establishments. Now kindly fuck off for the rest of your life."

and then in a blink he's gone and you're left half dressed outside on the street in the dead of winter.

all the shops within like a 30 block radius are at least partially owned by phantom. the man has his fingers in a lot of pies and he alerted each and every one that you were not to be served or even allowed entrance. so there's not even anywhere you can go in to warm up. nowhere to get food or water either. you have your phone on you but you check it and see phantom cancelled the minutes (he paid for it so) you're stuck with nowhere to go, no way to call your family, and no money or shelter for the night.

well you've no way to do anything except for try to find somewhere to stay for the night and after getting glares from the couple shops you passed you decided it wasn't worth it to try going in. so with nowhere else to go (and your feet freezing) you shuffled as fast as you could to the nearby park where you curled up under the bridge that went over the bike trail. it was the only cover you could find. it started snowing soon after you settled into your spot.

you were out there for hours. you couldn't feet your hands, feet, nose, or cheeks. not to mention the fact that you were drifting in and out of consciousness. you vaguely heard a ringing sound but you were too out of it to think hard about where it was coming from.

a bit earlier mare smoke traveled into phantoms place looking for you both. he'd tried texting you and then calling you but he got a 'this phone is no longer in service' message that had him confused.

he looks around, no you? but he finds phantom sitting in your shared bedroom drinking whiskey. he walks in and asks where you are and he's been calling for ages. that’s when phantom unloads the whole thing onto mare and mare just listens silently. mare lets him finish then silence sits between them both for a minute before mare asks

"And when did this all happen? Like when did anti say this happened?"

phantom says on so and so date three days ago and mare tells phantom he's stupid. phantom looks up from his drink and mare looks pissed, eyes black and the tear tracks under them black as well.

"I know anti's full of shit cuz she was with me then. We spent the day pulling pranks then we came back here and binged The Office til she fell asleep."

dread starts to fill phantoms gut. mare starts screaming at him, his form half smoke as he calls phantom every shitty thing in the book, demanding to know where he left you.

"Where'd you leave her asshole?! I've gotta find her so where'd you dump her, huh?!"

it's a huge scream fest but phantom pulls his phone out and makes a call and soon your phone is back to normal and he starts calling you over and over but you don’t answer. that makes them both nervous so phantom has his tech person track the GPS on your phone. you didn't get far. they see you're about 10 blocks down at the park.

"SHE'S AT THE FUCKING PARK?! IN 20 DEGREE WEATHER!?"

mare is...upset.

well they find you, huddled under a bridge and passed out, and the skin on your face/hands/feet looks red. needless to say they take to to the ER. you're rushed in and they have to wait to see if you're okay. some time later a doc comes out and calls the two and tells them you've got the beginning stages of pneumonia and mild frostbite on your toes, a few fingers, and your ears. thankfully you weren't exposed to the cold long enough for the frostbite to be severe enough to need amputation but the doc says you'll need to stay in observation until you were in the clear.

things are...stilted when you wake up later.

mare explains what happened (phantom is too ashamed to say anything) you don’t say anything for a time until finally you just say,

"I'll stop by and pick up my stuff once they discharge me."

oh boy that whips phantom into action

“What, why? You don't have to do that."

but you refuse to look at him.

"No, I think I do. You made it clear that I'm no longer welcome there. I'll go stay at a friend's or something til I can get a job so I can support myself again."

phantom tells you he's sorry for being so gullible and to please not leave. you don't want to hear it really. this whole thing was a freezing cold wake up call.

"Phantom when we started dating I had a job and my own place. And over time you convinced me I didn't need that job and you could support me and soon after you and I moved in together."

"....I completely relied on you and your support. Fuck...you even pay for my phone."

"I trusted you more than anyone else. And at the first shitty doctored photo you cut me off like a diseased limb and threw me out on the street like wet garbage. You didn't even let me try to explain my side."

"...I just....I can't rely so heavily on someone like that anymore. Not after last night. I have to stand on my own two feet. They're the only support I can unwaveringly trust it seems."

he says he understands he messed up bad but pleads with her not to just leave. he says she can stay at his hotel if she needs. but she stares down at the blanket in her lap and sighs.

"I just...need to have my own space right now. The...level of trust you had in me apparently wasn't on the same level as what I had in you so I think some time apart will be good for us. I just...I need to think, Phantom."

i’m not sure she'd agree to get back together with him tbh

if she did agree to try again, things are clearly different. before he would sometimes just spoil her with fancy dates and gifts and she'd shyly accept them. but now they make her uncomfortable at best. she no longer appreciates expensive gifts and would prefer having her own place. she also got a job and gave him back his cell phone and got her own. and it hurts him every time she winces when he buys her something. each frown she gives is a stark reminder of his catastrophic fuck up.

she accepts the stuff he gets her, begrudgingly.

but he pops over to her place one day to pick her up for a date and she's still in the shower so he explores her apartment. it's small, but tidy. he goes into her room and stops when he sees the stuff he gave her. all sat neatly by her closet, all unopened and unused.

he knew it wasn't because she didn't like the stuff. it was all stuff she'd desired but he knew in his heart she didn't trust him enough to use or wear any of it and that hurt more than he thought it would. he knew it was all sat like that, ready to give back to him, should he do something stupid like before.

i think things would slowly start to get closer to where they were before after one night phantom drinks a bit too much and actually cries all over s/o, telling her he's so sorry for hurting her like this and wishing he could go back to stop it but he cant. how she's gonna be hurt forever because of his shitty anger and she didn't deserve that and he doesn't deserve her but he loves her and he trusts her even if he was shit at proving it and if she gives him another chance then he swears he'll do everything he can to prove he deserves her love again.

s/o before then had never seen phantom cry, not even the night she almost got frostbite so this was a bit jarring. then she feels sad because this has apparently been eating away at him for a very long time. and despite her...more self sufficient behavior she really has forgiven him. she still wants to keep her job and pay for her own necessities but aside from that she's happy to start over with him so the next day,

after he's gotten past his headache, she comes in wearing a red dress he bought her. he's like 'you're wearing it?' and she just smiles and kisses his cheek and asks him if he wants to go on a date. they end up getting some dinner at one of his clubs.

yeah it's gonna take a lot of time and effort on both of their ends, and communication but i think they can salvage their relationship.

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Here just thought maybe some of y’all might wanna see this!

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