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#her cheeks are just so PINCHABLE like this
art-heap · 2 years
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Arkady redesign but this time leaning more into the rogue/hacker side
03/06/2022
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joshusten · 6 months
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for the shaw pack enjoyers out there + a few hcs!
- asher has the most pinchable cheeks THE ADULTS COULDNT HELP THEMSELVES WHENEVER THEY HAD A MEETING AS KIDS (in present time, tank pinches them to piss him off LMAO) and tbh baabe just randomly squishes them
- milo never NEVER buttons all the way up when he wears a dress shirt HE IS SHOWING OFF HIS TITS !! (the most modest he can do is like 2 unbuttoned) + never leaves the house without jewelries he gets rlly uncomfy without them,,
- sometimes marie gets so emotional when david visits her bc she looks so much like his parents and it makes her heart ache (he smiles just like gabe) (david makes sure to lessen the grump when maries present tho tbh it isnt that hard to do)
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skaelds · 3 months
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chonkiness order in the Finwean family
The Chubby ones
Finwë (most chonkiness, round belly, soft cheeks, dimples)
Lalwendë (slightly thinner than Finwë but round dimpled cheeks, looks like a little fem Finwë)
Makalaurë (Round cheeks too, potbelly, chunky thighs)
The chubby and muscled ones
Aikanar (he's a giant. Big arms, big thighs, soft stomach, overall well muscled with a layer of fat)
Nolofinwe (He's not a fighter at first, so well muscled too, but it is coated in soft chub as well, little dad bod belly)
Tyelperinquar. (He has well strong shoulders, thighs and arms as he is a smith, but Curufin spoils him with food and he's got a belly of his own, that never quite goes away, even when he thins.)
Finno (lean but he has his dimpled, chubby cheeks he inherited from Finwe)
Irissë (she has those round cheeks too, chunky thighs because she loves both to eat good food and run a lot through the forest, she is strongg)
Curufin (He has strong arms, strong shoulders and strong thighs, but not quite abs. Pinchable belly that would turn into little love handles in Aman, but overall lean)
The big muscled ones
Nelyo, or Maedhros (He is a tank. Tall, strong shoulders, the abs.)
Feanaro (just like Nelyo, he is not tall at all, but he is well formed)
Argon. (He's just broad shouldered and very tall, doesn't eat that much.)
Turko, Celegorm (He partakes in the Hunt, he is as one of those Vikings, strong, tall, can crush your head in his hands)
Finrod. (Under his teleran skirts, he is the perfect elf as they think it, lean, abs, muscled, and golden)
Turgon (Just like them, he is tall, and has strong arms, and is quite vain with his appearance.)
The lean/ small muscled ones.
Angamaite. (He's overall tall & fit, likes to keep himself so.)
The twins. (They are rather scrawny at first then get a little more in shape.)
Moryo. (He has the swimmer built, but lean & short.)
Findis. (The tall slim lady as the elves are in LOTR)
Nerwen (Tall, slim but muscles too in her arms.)
Arafinwë. (He is overall medium tall, and quite lean, same as Argon, dfood is no priority.)
Maeglin. (A well muscled but rather lean and short mole.)
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Lol that wasn't me but I will let you know when I post on AO3 and credit you. I have a bad habit of jumping around a lot in my writing so it might be a while. Here is a bit from much later that might have to be cut. It features 8 year old Percy and children's fantastic ability to remember complex terms and apply them in the funniest ways possible:
"Percy stared at the man before her. He looked young, with a face she believed would make any of the old ladies from the apartments coo if they saw him. However, pinchable cheeks were probably not a judged criteria when taking the exams to become a doctor. The lady at the department of health office had said that "Medicaid does not cover elective work" and Percy was not even sure they had insurance now that they lived outside the US. Medical debt was a serious issue and would probably spawn paperwork more difficult for Mom to handle than any monster or weird relative. Smiling politely, she said “So are you a pediatrician? What program did you graduate from? Where was your residency and how many years have you been practicing for?”
The man's face was now frozen and Percy decided to press onward continuing “What insurance providers do you accept? I was on Medicaid previously but that won’t apply anymore with the move so you will have to get the new information from my mother. Along with my medical history which would be needed to provide appropriate care.” Pausing and tilting her head racking her brain for more terms she had heard at the real pediatrician’s office, she continued “You did talk to him right? 'Any medical care that is not immediately lifesaving given to minors requires consent from a parent or guardian recognized by the state.' Given my father is not on my birth certificate and has not signed and acknowledgment of paternity his word will not count. If you treat me without mother’s permission billing will be the least of your worries, the medical boards and courts don’t mess around when it comes to unnecessary medical work done on children without parental consent” she finished watching the man’s eyes widen a little more in shock.
However instead of the stuttered backtrack she was expecting, instead Mr. Beelzebub burst into a low and somewhat menacing laugh. With a smile, he said, “To answer your questions, I am not a pediatrician of any kind, I am a researcher specializing in the… hm… how to put it, most unusual of cases, and probably the only god in the three realms capable of treating someone like you.”
“So, you don’t actually know anything,” Percy said folding her arms and feeling rather put out. “And you have no previous experience working with children.” Honestly, she was really starting to wonder what went on in the heads of her father’s family. With a sigh she continued “Uncle Hades, this man is not a real doctor, he sounds like a scammer.”
Normally she tried not to be that blunt (after all mom always said stuff like “discretion was the better part of valor” and all the like) but this was really starting to test her patience. “It is common sense that any strange man offering you free medical treatment in his basement is definitely up to no go. Haven’t you heard of stranger danger? ‘Only trust adults whose credibility can be verified by another safe and trusted adult like your parents’.” She recited while turning to her uncle hoping to see a light of understanding appear in the man’s eyes. Honestly, why did she have to be the adult in this situation? Had these people never seen public television?
Instead, both men broke out into uproarious laughter and Percy considered what the consequences of pelting them both with ice would be. Perhaps if she froze their brains, it would fix whatever mental deficiency they were currently experiencing. Maybe some kind of brain worm?"
OH IT WASNT YOU???? oops 😭😭😭 ok thank you for clarifying then!
ALSO EIGHT YEAR OLD PERCY IS SO PRECIOUS???? and is loki a better mom than og!sally or did he just send percy to a good school cuz she sounds a lot smarter than her 12-16 year old canon self 😭😭😭😭
BUT BEEEEEEELLLLL IS HERE 😍😍😍
im ngl, after i realized beel was in the scenario, i blanked out and just focused on him LMAO. i'm sorry i just love him so much 😭😭😭
i can't wait till you post, ur writing is sooooo 😩👍
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mythicamagic · 1 year
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The Queen's Diary: A Chevalier oneshot
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Chevalier x MC (Emma) Ikemen Prince oneshot
Rated M: 4,000 words
Summary: Emma finds the late Queen's diary, discovering the truth of Chevalier's isolated childhood.
Warnings: Smut, and mentionings of Clavis' mother's sexual assault
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She hadn't anticipated anything out of the ordinary occurring that day. After silently slipping out of the King's Chambers just as she always did in the morning, Emma was more than happy to help the maids clean. It was unexpected to be given the task of cleaning the former Queen’s quarters, but not unthinkable. Emma simply hadn't entered Chevalier's mother's space before.
It was a lonely, faintly feminine-looking place. Emma was slightly dismayed not to see one single hint of a smaller Chevalier's memorabilia, let alone any personal effects. 
Nonetheless, tidy shelves were soon dusted just like every other room, linens replaced despite no one using them, windows wiped spotless. 
Yet that sense of easy familiarity changed with one single bump of her hand against the bookshelf. 
'Thud.'
Emma paused, frowning slightly. None of the neatly shelved books had fallen from what she could see.
So was something hidden at the back of the shelves?
“I’m going to continue with the next room, miss,” Jane gestured to the door, having not noticed.
“Oh- no problem. I’ll join you soon, I’m just going to make some final checks,” shooting a smile at the maid, Emma waited until she was left alone.
Squatting down, she reached to the back of the shelves and began the process of fishing out the thing. After piling some stacked books and discovering a gap at the back, Emma pulled out a single dog-eared book.
A diary.
Cracking it open without another thought, she glanced over the first page.
‘I have long since been told that keeping a journal or diary of some sort will aid one’s thoughts. In truth, I do not write here seeking counsel. Rather, for the first time in my life, I find myself unable to confide some particular thoughts about being a mother to my best, and most wondrous friend, Leticia. I fear the truth of my feelings would only alarm her. Alarm everyone. Therefore I am to contain my doubts and uncertainties in these pages. I endeavour not to let them overspill where one might see them.’
Thoughts about being a mother?
This was…the Queen’s diary- but more than that, it was her feelings toward Chevalier? She’d died when he was a child, so he must have been young when she wrote this, Emma thought.
She hesitated, gazing at the tell-tale curve of her fingers that held the first page aloft- poised to turn it. If she kept going now, Emma knew a breach of privacy would be broken that she could never take back. The most appropriate thing to do would be to give the diary to Chevalier to decide what to do with it. It was his mother’s, after all. 
Blunt teeth tugged and scraped at her abused lower lip- a casualty of his Royal Highnesses forceful kisses. Images of her beloved shrunk down into a small little boy with pale blonde hair and pinchable cheeks flashed in her mind’s eye. The page was turned before she realised it, and more of that elegant script met Emma’s greedy, curious gaze.
‘It may seem ridiculous to say but from the day he was born, I knew my child was not normal. He did not cry like other children. In fact, my midwife feared he was stillborn at first. He was so quiet, and barely made any noise. He did not smile often but rather stared at objects within the room or at my face with a frightening intensity not befitting a baby. I imagine most mothers would be pleased to have such a silent babe. Instead, I felt as if Chevalier told me something from the moment he was born: ‘I have no need of you.’
Emma quirked a brow, smiling a little despite herself. That sounded like a very Chevalier thing to do, and the image of him looking so proud even while being swaddled was adorable to her. However, the Queen's tone concerned her- pulled at her heartstrings uncomfortably with troubling thoughts she did not want to confront. She read on.
‘My husband, sadly, took no better to my son than I did. It was difficult to love a child that rarely smiled or seemed to find joy in our company. Nonetheless, his rejection stung. I had hoped a child- a son no less!- would grant him some measure of happiness. Unfortunately, the King’s smiles are rarer than even Chevaliers. Perhaps rejection is all that the three of us will ever really understand.’
Emma’s heart flickered as she picked up on the following words: ‘The King- Leticia- hurt- so much blood- my poor friend was crying so much-’ and even all the curiosity in the world couldn't bring her to read that particular passage. Nausea pooled in her stomach when it was noted in the pages that nine months later, Luticia gave birth to a boy named Clavis.
With severely less enthusiasm than before, she skipped along to toddling Chevalier. 
‘I recall Chevalier pointing at me once while we were sitting in the nursery. “Book,” he’d said- and I realised belatedly that he wasn’t looking at me, but at the bookshelf behind me. That was his very first word. Not ‘Mother’ or ‘Father’ but ‘Book.’
‘This word paved the way for Chevalier's rare redeeming quality as a son: his intellect. Never before have I witnessed a child who learned as quickly as he did. After picking up reading and writing at a young age- his tutors declaring him a child prodigy- I recall noticing him playing with some toys. ‘Finally!’ I thought. ‘He is acting normal at last, rather than sitting alone in the corner of the room with a book.’
'When I approached, however, I noticed the toys in his hand were actually battle markers he’d snatched from the King’s war room. The scene laid out before him on the playmat was that of a hypothetical battlefield.’
'After this, while I felt dismayed once more, an inkling of hope entered my heart. If my son could be a useful tactician, it would benefit the King, and perhaps allow him to be of use to the kingdom. I implored my husband to allow Chevalier to begin sitting in on his war meetings so that he might recognise his aptitude for it. It took some time, but eventually, he conceded despite the strangeness of allowing a five-year-old into the chamber.’
Emma read on, standing from the floor when her legs began to cramp and sitting at a nearby writing desk. She wasn’t surprised in the least about Chevalier's aptitude for war. Apparently, the move was a success, as the prince flourished at these meetings, suggesting battle tactics that impressed even the most seasoned of generals. 
As she skim-read through a few of these entries, a single passage finally made her stop.
‘Leticia tells me I will warm to him eventually. Once, I would have hoped for that.’
“What do you mean?” Emma questioned aloud softly, hunching over the desk a little more. 
‘After seeing the pure love and affection between Leticia and her sweet little Clavis, I know in my heart I will never come to love Chevalier. He will never love me, either, much like his father. I see Clavis following my son around sometimes and the difference between them is like night and day. Clavis is a human boy, while the person that came from me feels more and more like a changeling child every day. A mistake. A cold, unfeeling reminder of the lack of love in this palace. We do not speak even at meal times, and when he looks at me, Chevalier acts like I am a stranger. I have slowly become irritated by it, and snap occasionally. He reminds me too much of the King’s apathetic silence in our bed chamber.'
“Why can’t you just smile?” I spoke out this evening, glaring down our dining table at him. Chevalier, sat at the opposite end, merely looked at me in that lofty way of his. “I have nothing to smile about right now, so why would I?”
The knot in Emma’s stomach twisted tighter and tighter. Chevalier could smile. It was gentle and just a little awkward and uncertain sometimes, but it was unmistakably human. Emma knew this because she’d fallen in love with his smiles. The fact that his own mother hadn’t seen them made her throat close up, heart laying heavily in her chest. She’d glimpsed it a few times, but according to the diary, the Queen also never woke him in the mornings. They’d meet in the afternoon for a scheduled dinner.
That meant she’d never seen Chevalier struggle to wake up in bed- his hair adorably ruffled with sleep, eyelids heavy as he burrowed stubbornly under the covers. The Queen had never witnessed his palpable, silent delight as he’d unwrapped a handmade gift made just for him. He slept with the flimsy blanket Emma had knitted for him every night despite being surrounded by finery.
All these little things were precious and dear to Emma. She felt torn in numerous ways about how to put into words what exactly she was feeling as her finger trembled. Sadness, of course, disappointment? Frustration? Yes…some of that was mixed in. 
She could understand the complexities of being a newfound mother with a child that differed from expectations, but it seemed at a certain point…the Queen had stopped trying. 
No, if she were really being honest, the truth of it was right there in the pages before her. Chevalier had been rejected from the moment he was born.
‘One night, a man entered through the window of my private drawing room. I was frightened and completely alone in facing him. I only discovered later on that he’d intended to assassinate my husband, mistakenly believing we shared our quarters- what a fool!’
‘He came at me with a dagger- and I tried my best to escape, tossing my dresser and various things over behind me in my haste to flee. I thought for certain he was close enough to catch me, but upon reaching my room I found myself completely alone. Naturally, I made my way cautiously back to the hallway- only to see a sword thrust through the man’s back. He bent as if his bones were broken, a terrible, gasping sound escaping him that I will hear forever. Behind him, I recall seeing a small figure. My attacker’s killer tugged- and planted one foot on the assassin's back- to rip his sword free. It was then I saw it.’
‘Chevalier was smiling.’ 
‘I cannot…write down the depths of my terror in witnessing it. My unease changed that night into true horror, and I have feared my son ever since. No, to even call him of my blood feels deranged. That boy could not have come from me. He is a beast. A thing swapped at birth with my true son- for no human could smile like that after killing a man. Yes, it is clear now. How could I have hoped to appeal to my husband with such a child? It is not my fault. It has never been my fault. It is that boy’s fault.’ 
“You’ll never be loved by anyone,” I told him this, just this morning. He had the gall to ask ‘why?’
“Because you’re a beast without a human heart,” I told him, speaking the truth. “You’re different from the other children. You don’t know what love is, and that’s terrifying.”
The boy seemed confused by this. “All I did was kill an assassin,” he said, as if a seven-year-old doing so unflinchingly was perfectly normal.
I felt myself snap once more. “It is unnatural to be so calm about it!” I’d yelled, secretly wishing he might show remorse about it if I scolded him. He did not. At that moment, the last of my strength as a mother left me. It felt as if I were renouncing him as my son. “Neither the king nor I can find it in ourselves to love you any longer.”
'If we ever had.'
“As long as you don’t know what love is, you’ll remain a beast forever.”
Brown eyes widened, staring at those words as if they were a curse in a fairy tale. But this was no story she could ever comfort herself with. This was real. It had happened.
‘I confided in Leticia about what I’d witnessed that night, and it did not take long before everyone in the palace knew about Chevalier's true nature. I would feel guilt for how the servants and nobles alike ostracised him for it- but I know he is a danger to them. I keep to my rooms now, with Leticia my only visitor. I have not seen His Highness or that boy in months. I feel myself falling prey to fear and torment every day. Whatever solace I thought I’d find in the arms of the King for rejecting that boy was mistaken. 
‘I know not for how much longer I can bear this place when it is home to mere heartless, dreadful beasts. How I wish I had not been forced to come here. How I wish I had not borne that man a cursed son.’
Emma turned the page, only to find it blank. Flipping through the rest, a stream of yellowed-white faceless pages fluttered slowly closed, with all the pain and misery leading up to the Queen’s death left unspoken and unwritten. 
She sat back in her chair. Staring ahead sightlessly for a few moments, Emma found herself uncharacteristically speechless. Robbed of all thought- she gazed at the pages until they blurred. Blinking, she quickly wiped a few hot tears away, frowning at the sting. 
Taking a few deep breaths, she collected herself slowly. How silly. It wasn’t like crying would fix anything she’d read. 
Her lips bent up into a painful smile, imagining Chevalier gently ridiculing her for it. ‘Stupid rabbit,’ he’d call her, and flick her forehead-
Her misty eyes widened slightly, falling to the diary again.
Chevalier…
He shouldn’t ever read this. Couldn’t-
Emma knew it likely wouldn’t hurt him, as it was things he already doubtlessly knew or suspected, but she didn't think she could stomach seeing the revelation on his face. 
The door swung open suddenly- and Emma shot up, snatching the book and shoving it behind her to hide it. 
“Oh, you’re still here, miss?” Anna blinked, venturing further into the room. “The cleaning in here is surely done. Jane didn’t leave you to it alone, did she?”
Emma shook her head and forced a brittle smile. It wouldn’t have convinced Chevalier if he’d seen it. He was unexpectedly sweet like that. 
Swallowing thickly, she inched toward the door. “No, not at all. I guess I just got lost in thought. So much so, I didn’t realise what the time was! Forgive me, I’m late for something, Anna-”
Hoping she didn’t notice the tremble in her voice, Emma dashed by the maid and hurried down the corridor. She fled past Jin- who called out to her- and weaved around countless servants in a most unladylike fashion. 
She didn’t care though. The heavy, sick feeling in her chest didn’t lessen until orange flames were swallowing the contents of those pages. 
Emma exhaled slowly, using a fire poker to adjust the diary atop the logs. She watched with blank relief as it was eaten away into nothingness, becoming grey flecks of meaningless discarded ashes. 
The words, of course, would likely never leave her. 
Standing within the library, Emma straightened. She fixed her long hair, blinking firmly- rapidly, to expel the last of the tears. She then slapped her cheeks lightly and checked the time. 
The grandfather clock’s second hand slid closer to ‘noon.’
“He’s probably still in bed,” she rasped, smiling slightly. 
It was likely a bad idea to see him when she was in such a state, as Chevalier could always sniff out weakness, but her steps didn't falter. 
A burning desire encompassed her body, and would not be doused with any form of logic. She needed to see his face. She needed to-
Emma wasn’t certain what else she needed. She only found the answer to that unknown craving the second she’d slipped into the king’s chambers and crawled onto the plush white bed, immediately locating the face of her sleeping beloved. 
She needed to love him. To show love- and know he felt it- know that he was loved so very deeply by someone.
Her lips found his cheek, pressing a long, reverent kiss to cool skin. Those thick, pale lashes of his refused to stir. So weak a kiss would not tempt the lazing tiger into waking. 
Emma tucked herself up behind him, kissing along his ear next. Her breath fanned over the shell deliberately, peppering butterfly kisses down to his nape. That got a reaction. She felt him stiffen, shivering just a little. 
Someone’s a big faker. 
She smiled, nuzzling into his soft blonde hair and pressing full breasts into his back, trailing her hand over his side and running it up to where his nightshirt gaped open. He smelled like roses, as always. 
Did the Queen know he smelled like this?
She winced, squeezing her eyes shut and sighing. The beast stirred, raising an arm sleepily and rolling onto his back- a silent invitation. Emma took it, quickly cuddling into his chest and lavishing attention over his collarbone. 
“Mnph?” the king made a noise. Blue eyes cracked open, his hand weaving into her hair as he languidly stretched beneath her. “...You’re more determined than usual…to wake me today…” he yawned, grabbing the cover and attempting to pull it over their heads. Emma forced it back down, stroking his abdomen and running lithe fingers lower- feeling his body twitch in response, the embers of desire coaxing awake. 
“It’s almost noon,” she cooed, ducking her head to plant a trail of kisses down his chest. Fingers blocked her journey- sliding past her lips to hook beneath her chin, tilting Emma’s head to look up. 
“...Did something happen?” Chevalier grumbled, blue eyes squinting in the afternoon light, obviously making an effort to stay open. He sobered the longer she struggled to answer, gaze sharpening. Fierce attention roved over her face intently. 
Emma’s lips pressed together and she looked away, heart shuddering. How could his own mother have been uncomfortable with that stare?
Chevalier sighed, poking her forehead and eliciting a yelp.
“Imbecile. Use your words.”
She grumbled, rubbing the spot. “Nothing…happened, exactly,” she murmured, gaze downcast. “I just- I heard someone talking badly of you, and it upset me.”
She could tell the answer displeased him. “You’re aware that no one’s opinion matters to me. People talk. Their wagging tongues, fear and dislike are nothing new. Why did it upset you today?”
“It felt different. It hurt,” she admitted. “They talked about your past…how your mother viewed you,” Emma sat back so that she straddled his hips. “I’m sorry-”
“The memories of her aren't a source of pain for me, my foolish Rabbit,” his fingers pressed against her mouth, brushing her lips fondly. “I didn't feel anything upon her death and I feel nothing now. Her fear of me isn’t something you should concern yourself with,” he sighed, head hitting his pillow with a ‘thump.’ “But I know saying such things to you is about as effective as trying to convince Clavis to stop trying to unsuccessfully kill me. Some things are impossible to change.”
Emma winced, running her hands absentmindedly over his chest, just to feel the rise and fall- the softness of his skin, body heat…and that strong heart beating beneath her palm. “I wish you wouldn’t say it like that,” she gave a weak giggle. “But you’re right. I’m always going to worry about things you deem ‘unnecessary’ it's just how I am.”
Chevalier peaked at her under the messy fall of his bangs. He huffed with amusement, lips curling up into that awkward, gentle smile she so adored. Emma minded the strands aside, stopping to cup his cheek. She gazed firmly into those pretty blue eyes, seized by a great need. 
“I love you,” she said. She’d spoken those words many times before, and would do so many times after. Every day, until it could hopefully drown out those endlessly lonely and isolating years spent alone in the library, with only his books for company.
“You look as though you have something to prove with those words today,” his thumb smoothed over her lips once more to push his thumb slightly into her parted mouth, stroking her tongue. His gaze darkened like an animal spotting its prey. “Show me.”
“Gladly-” she breathed, and their mouths were colliding in an instant. Emma’s fingers curled in the creases of his dishevelled collar, tugging and clawing at his shoulders until he joined her in sitting up- allowing her to discard the shirt. Chevalier soon gathered her closer, growling lowly when she ground against his lap. She wasn’t usually like this. Not unless she’d had something to drink- but a hunger bared its teeth inside her today. Her fiance seemed only too happy to oblige, allowing her to rut desperately against him- latching her mouth onto his neck and biting down.
“Mn-” a hiss of hot air fanned out beside her head, a hardness pressing up between her thighs indicating his enjoyment. 
Emma discarded all sense of proprietary and lost herself in the molten hot temptations of pleasure, dipping her hand beneath the waistband of his trousers to take him in her hand.
"Emma," Chevalier gave a low croon, grasping brunnette hair and tugging to rip her mouth free of his throat- shoving his tongue inside her parted lips. Hands stroked, caressed and ripped at clothing. Their bodies rutted together like beasts. Soon she felt her back arching, an instrument in his artful hands as wet heat closed around her bared nipple, sucking with a scrape of delicious teeth.
She whined and shuddered in his hold, sloppily continuing to pump her hand at his base. 
In that bedroom, with the golden light of midday pouring through a crack in the curtains, Emma gazed at him, eyes half-lidded and mouth parted. He looked beautiful. From how attentive and passionately he pleasured her, she knew she could never see him as the cold, removed man he’d been when they’d met.
Desire stabbed like a wrought iron brand inside her lower abdomen, and Emma pushed up onto her knees, aligning herself with his hips. With a single heated look exchanged, she took him into her, crying out as his cock filled her to the brim.
“Mn!- hah- you’re so wet…don’t tell me you got aroused just from touching me?” Chevalier’s voice purred into her neck, nipping and kissing.
“Is it any surprise? It makes me feel good to see you happy,” she gave a weak laugh, smiling with rosy cheeks. 
Blue eyes flicked up, warming. He gazed at her with such tenderness it threatened to undo her. Emma shook herself and wrapped both arms around his shoulders, their lips meeting just as she began to ride him.
Soon their combined low grunts and pleased sighs filled the room, accompanied by the wet, heinous noises of their bodies meeting. 
“Is- this, hah- alright?” she managed, nails digging into his blisteringly warm skin. 
Chevalier gave a strained chuckle, holding her tighter around the waist and bumping his lips against her cheek. “Idiotic Rabbit. I’ve told you- before…” he panted, gaze half-lidded. “You have permission to do anything you want to me.”
Her walls unexpectedly squeezed tighter around him, wringing out a hiss from his clenched teeth. Emma blushed and bounced more determinedly on his lap, whimpering softly as his cock hit new depths from the change in angle. 
That was how they fell apart- shattering in each other's arms. Emma keened and voiced her pleasure until her throat strained, deaf to Chevalier's own low snarl as his hips bucked and snapped- filling her with his seed. 
Heavy panting was all she could hear as the high of climax eventually dimmed. She became aware of their sweat-slicked bodies pressed close- heartbeats thundering- how she cradled his head against her breast. His dishevelled bangs of hair felt damp to the touch.
Chevalier caught his breath, slowly sinking down and taking her with him to fall onto their sides on the bed. 
“If that’s your response when I’m bad-mouthed by other people, I can only hope their next whispers are all the more vicious.”
Emma huffed, closing her eyes. A dim flash of sadness welled up inside her unbidden again, and she buried her face in his chest.
Her fiancé stirred, pulling away slightly to tilt her chin up. Emma blinked, feeling his thumb rub her jaw in slow, awkward brushes. 
“I don’t know what was said, and frankly I don’t care. The past is the past,” Chevalier muttered, lips curving. The action transformed his face into a heartbreakingly tender and earnest look. “It can’t be changed. What I care about…is here and now, right in front of me.”
Her breath caught. Somehow, that was all she’d needed to hear. The rotten feelings of sadness and frustration on his behalf melted away under his unpractised, genuine soft touch. Tears gathered in her eyes, but she stubbornly held them back, smiling and kissing his fingers.
‘I feel the same way’ was left unspoken, lost amidst their lips meeting and hands straying anew, the royal tiger once again ensnared by the foolish, loving rabbit.
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cosmica-galaxy · 5 months
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Hello, could you pair the human with the women of the alliance?
How would Vee, DJ and Camron react to that?
(OH I ALMOST FORGOT THE MATRIARCHS!) Camron would watch you hang out with Survei (I think that's her name...??) and would probably feel a sense of longing as he works away from his location. The matriarchs are nice enough and they seem to have taken a liking to the local human. Survei, for one, seems to like the human's hair and will sometimes ask to touch it. In which, the human will bow their head and allow her to run her fingers through their hair. Camron can only longingly watch from his post and wish that was him. He would love to pet the human sometimes...if only he had the courage to ask. DJ likes the twins about as much as everyone else. The scarier twin, the brother, would mostly be out on missions and would be away training. The more approachable sibling, the sister, is a favorite among the speakermen faction for her jiving ways and immaculate vibes. The human seemed to have caught her attention these last few visits though. Some speakermen would look on in envy as the human hangs out with the elite matriarch and they both seem to get along well. Sharing music and even the female trying to teach the clumsy human how to be lighter on their feet. It's fun to watch and DJ can't help but be delighted to see them getting along! Vee is kinda shocked at seeing the matriarch hanging out with the human when he visits the base on his break. She is usually busy and helping out the alliance during desperate battles. So seeing her here is rather unusual...even more so that she didn't bring her bodyguards with her. Vee can only watch in the distance while the human's face gets playfully pinched by the tv woman and they seem tolerate of the treatment. She's even doing the ">w<" face while she does so. Maybe the matriarch can't help but mess with the human like him? They do have pinchable cheeks, he's not gonna lie. Wonder when the human met her...he can't seem to recall. Instead of approaching, he vows to just sit in hidden silence. Watching the human and matriarch interact and converse. Funny...when did the tv woman start posing like that and being all touchy...? How peculiar.
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skyloftian-nutcase · 2 years
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Little details about Link that I love from Zelda games I’ve played
(or at least some, if I wrote them all we’d be here for a month)
-Skyward Sword Link’s eternal bags under his eyes (someone let that poor child sleep, I feel like between his nightmares and eternal exhaustion he might be a bit of an insomniac). Or, really, anything about this cinnamon roll’s face like HIS CUTE LITTLE HEAD TILT AND SMILE when he reads Zelda’s letter or his happy face whenever he sees her or his peaceful sweet baby face when he listens to the dragons and Levias sing I JUST WANT TO HUG HIM, GUYS!!
-Ocarina of Time Link’s little sneezes when he’s somewhere cold. This poor baby has never been outside of Kokiri Forest and now he’s going to volcanoes and frozen lakes and PLEASE someone get him a jacket and a blanket and snuggles and a stuffed fairy plushy and aahhhhhhh
-Breath of the Wild Link’s need and poses for selfies. THIS BOY LOL. WHAT A GOOFBALL.
-Twilight Princess Link’s face just his whole face just I WANT TO PINCH HIS CHEEKS OK HE HAS THE CUTEST PUFFIEST PINCHABLE CHEEKS AND WHEN HE SMILES WHILE HOLDING PUPPIES I WANT TO MARRY HIM WHY IS HE NOT REAL AAAHHHHHHHHH
-The fact that Age of Calmity Link is so committed to the whole “don’t speak in front of others so you don’t say something wrong” that he literally just goes HYAH to indicate some kind of command to someone when you switch characters LOL. Link, honey, using your words might be a bit more helpful in a BATTLEFIELD SETTING OK?? NOBODY KNOWS WHAT HYAH MEANS
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xxdumbblondexx · 1 year
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8 - Have a good time, malyshka.
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“What's everyone’s next lesson?” Yanfei asked as you all crowded around a lunch table. She was throwing resource materials in her bag after tutoring Hu Tao all of lunch in hopes she doesn’t fail her next exam. “Double Music with José. He lets me do whatever I want so it’s kinda chill.” Venti answered, scoffing down the remains of everyone else's lunch. “Don't you have a house captain meeting after school?” Yoimiya asked, and visible wrinkles creased into Venti’s top brow. “Did you have to remind me?! Just thinking of being stuck in a room with the Shogun, Childe’s dildo and the Tsaritsa of all people makes me wanna barf.” “That may also be the vodka you're hiding in your metal water bottle.” Yanfei’s comment escaped her lips in a sigh as she forced her bag onto the empty seat beside her. “Don't snitch on me, slut!” “Xiangling’s already gone home?” I asked, turning attention away from Venti as he chugs down the rest of his ‘water’. “Yeah, said she’s gotta help her dad at the restaurant.” Yoimiya hoisted her bag onto her back and stretched. “See you later, I'm going to netball practice.” She waved a little as she turned her back and exited the canteen. We all said our bye’s as she disappeared out of the room. “I’ll be following them.” You continued as you dragged your bag off the floor and threw it over your shoulder. “Get a lesson?” Hu Tao asked, lifting her head from her note book where she was trying to physically force the revision into her head. “Nah. I’m done for the day.” “You know you don't have to stay for lunch if you don't have any lessons.” Yanfei reminded you as you collected your phone and lanyard from off the table. “Yeah but I always seem to miss things when I leave before lunch. Like when Xiangling decked a year seven for jumping the lunch line and Venti got stuck in the fold-away lunch table.” “It got stuck on my belt! Clearing the bitch wanted to fight.” Venti tried to defend but was soon silenced by Yanfei’s sharp tongue. “And the inanimate object won.” So he chose to take a chug from his water bottle again and pout. “Yep. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow.” “Byeeee.”
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“Have a good time, malyshka.” Your dad’s last message laid on your mind, unable to move or leave. Yeah, having eight year olds running about really sounded like fun. Almost as fun as the ALS session waiting for you tomorrow. You thought about skipping it but you realised that by doing that, your parents would find out and somehow make this horrible situation even worse. It stung, honestly. They had never been harsh on you since you were a ‘delicate’ kid. Childe liked to say that was why you always got out of difficult situations. That Mum and dad were too frightened to be harsh with you since you might break. Like you were a glass doll. Clearly, that had changed. Clearly they didn't give a shit anymore because who cuts their own child off when they do bad in school? You had heard about it in movies and stuff but never expected it to become your reality. “I’m homeeee.” You didn’t need Teucer’s yell to announce his arrival. Him throwing the door into the wall was all you needed. You forced yourself off the sofa and to the entryway to find your younger brother kicking his shoes off in the doorway and a small girl behind him. “Hi Teucer.” You greeted him with a sigh, already feeling exhausted. “[Nameeeee]” He tackled you into a hug, jumping from space to space like a rabbit on acid. “[Name]! This is my friend Klee! Klee, this is my big sister [Name]!” You looked at the girl he dragged in, finding her undoubtedly adorable. Her cheeks were plush and pinchable, her hair was a sandy blonde with a red bunny pin in and her eyes were as big as the sky at twilight. Red sky at night, shepherds delight. “Hi! I’m Klee!” Your knees were bending before you noticed you’d crouched down to her height. “Nice to meet you, I’m [name].” Realising your weakness to this kid, you quickly pulled yourself up and away from her, looking in the direction of the kitchen. “How would you kids like to make some cookies with me?” That seemed like a good idea. Fill the children up on sugar and home that they tire themselves out or something. You could always made wee- NO! We don't drug kids. That sounds like a crime allegation that will definitely send you to prison. And anyway, you don't have access to that kinda stuff. Anyway, how difficult would it be to look after two little kids for a few hours?
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Hiyaaa
Just for everyone who's unformal with x's at the end of texts, they are just a term of endearment from family and friends. It's normal in the uk to receive them from like your parents and close friends and it doesn't really mean anything but that.
But if they are received from like a stranger or a person your 'talking to' it can also mean flirting.
Thanks for reading x
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huntinglove · 1 month
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(warning!! Lots of capslock!)
AUGHHHRHRR OKAY THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU
Okay so my FUNNY BRAIN JUST HAD ME HYPERFIXATE ON HAZBIN ESPECIALLY BC OF THE SOUNDTRACK
THEN I WATCHED IT AND IT WAS SO GREAT ASYHEHHRHRHFHKEFMRMSMD
OKAY SO I’LL START ABT MY FAVOURITES
THEY’RE 5 SO FAR AND THEY’RE ALL SO NEAT I AM PUTTING THEM IN SEPARATE GLASS BALLS AND SHAKING THEM
WITH NO PARTICULAR ORDER, I SHALL NOW BEGIN
Ahehm.
1. Adam
That’s it that’s the gush. I literally have no words, my mind blanks out when I think about him—all I can manage to say is how much I love his voice. But trust me there’s so much I want to say. For example, the fact that he is 3m tall and his hands are HUGE? Sign me the heck up. The way he tucks his huge, beautiful golden wings underneath his arms like a small birb? Cute as fuck. The way he just loves getting into people’s personal space? The way he is handsy all the time? The way he moves people’s faces to make them look up at him? I’m on my knees Adam ONE CHANCE PLEASE I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU-
2. Alastor. Alastor. ALASTOR.
I literally have no words, other than, ‘can I have his hand in marriage?’ /hj
I’m seriously awful at words, so I’ll just try to list what I LOVE about him and why.
I DON’T CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS HIS HAIR IS SO PRETTY AND THE WAY IT FORMS HIS EARS AND WHEN IT MOVES LIKE A PAIR OF DEER EARS he is so adorable I am going to implode
HIS LITTLE HOOVES AND THE TAIL STOP HE’S SO AUGGHHHRRR *dramatically shakes fists in the air*
His old ass mentality, the fact that he hates technology that came after the 1930s, his mannerisms, EVERYTHING
His power. He’s so hot when he uses his powers and his face twists sadistically and his stitches show up as well as the cross on his forehead and GAAAAHHH- *blows up*
His voice is SO FFJRBFBEKFN
Like, when his radio effect falters and you can hear his real voice, or when it glitches because he wants to be intimidating, or when he adds cute little radio noises or music in the background, or WHEN HE SINGS OH I’M ON MY KNEES WHEN HE SINGS, and his cute transatlantic accent, and when he loses it because he’s surprised, and when he sings, and when he uses nicknames and pet names so casually, and when he’s sarcastic and witty and evil and powerful and when he sings and- *gets dragged off stage*
3. Lucifer
He is SO CUTE no one ever talk to me EVER again. I want to protecc. I want to cuddle. His cute pink cheeks are so pinchable and his hair is fabulous and the fact he’s canonically autistic and an adhder? THE WAY WE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER!! The way he loves and cares for his daughter so much!!! The way he’d do anything for her and to get her approval!!!!!
And per usual, HIS VOICE!!3!!3+€8_(4((?????? HELLO???????
Also the snatched waist. Lucifer. Lucifer I am having thought, Lucifer.
4. Vox
TV man............................. I need to be sectioned
He so smexy and powerful and I don't know why but he dresses so gender in my opinion. His power, his influence.... The moments when his voice glitches and the moments when he buffers...... So fucking hot....... VOX PLEASE I’M ON MY KNEES
5. Okay here comes a weird one but hear me out................ Zestial.
THE old soul. THE original Overlord. The way he speaks! It’s so silly but also charming! When he sings!!! EVERYONE IS SLEEPING ON THE WAY MY ZESTIAL SINGS!!!!!!!! The way he worries for Carmilla!!!!!!!!!!!!! HIS SILLY INTERACTION WITH ALASTOR!!!!??? I don’t care what everyone says HE’S CUTE. If nobody wants him then good, more for me.
Sorry if this got long but I was imploding with needs to gush. Thank you for reading through all this and letting me gush!!!!!!!
I wish you a great day :]
This is all so sweet, nonny!!
I hope you know that all of them love you very much! 🫂💙
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type-a-princess · 7 months
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courtney hcs i have again
she has slightly chubby cheeks that are so cute and pinchable whenever she smiles
a while after the show ended her closest friends from td have been heather, gwen, trent, and bridgette but she would like to get closer to leshawna and dj
a lot of people say that after total drama she would focus on getting into law school right away but tbh i'd like to see her heal first by turning to personal passions and hobbies. i feel like for 1-2 years she would focus on music and singing and getting lead roles in musicals before continuing academics
she is SUPER competitive at karaoke. she'll do the most when she's singing like adding little extra riffs or high notes just to make sure she gets the highest score
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dollyocaccount · 6 months
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IT'S THE WAY THAT UNCLE BRUTE FORCE WOULD GO SO HARD, but imagine some Black Cat angst. Like, Kitty is SO HAPPY for Meiling but also, she remembers her and Benito's pregnancy scare and her procedure and she just feels so...upset. Like, she loves them and she's happy for them but she can't help but feel a little jealous and Benito notices it and he squeezes her shoulder to let her know that he understands she's feeling off and she smiles at him a little. BUT YEAH, NO, Kitty holding Lian for the first time and stuff and just never wanting to get her back and Misha being all: "BENITO, I SWEAR TO GOD, IF SHE IS STEALING MY CHILD!"
Benito: "Kitty would never steal children!...I think."
and Kitty giggling and snuggling the LIL BABY BECAUSE SHE'S SO CUTE AND HER CHEEKS ARE SO PINCHABLE. She is def the type to kinda be all: "AAAH, I WANNA BITE HER SO BADLY-"
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septusuki · 6 months
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"Squidge!" With a smirk and a little giggle, Akiyama Mizuki wholeheartedly surrendered to her own desires. After twiddling her fingers for a splitsecond, like she was about to dive into a delicious treat, Mizuki reached out and grabbed a handful of the flab that was pooling oh-so politely in her girlfriend's lap. Like a little pillow, it was only just big enough for a good pinching - but that only made it all the more pinchable. Hanging over Shinonome Ena's hip, the little butterball didn't have far to go before it slapped down with a plap between her pudgy thighs.
"Aaghk!" As Mizuki's cool, slightly sticky fingers dug into her blubber, Ena could do little more than squeal. "Mizuki! Don't you-- Don't you dare!" Tears already welling up, Ena gasped as she tried to swat her partner's pudgy hand away. "I know I've g-gained weight, but that doesn't give you a pass to just--! Ugh!" Pulling down her little brown sweater - and finding it wasn't quite big enough to handle all that belly - Ena turned her attention from the cheesecake she'd been greedily snaffling up, to the girlfriend now in dire need of punishment.
"Huh? But it's soo cuddly, Enanan~!" Giving her girlfriend a prod on her chubby cheek, Mizuki's eyes lit up as she spotted a crumb on it - which was quickly snatched and gobbled up. "You look so happy when you're eating, I just couldn't help myself!"
Not being able to help themselves seemed to be a recurring theme in the Nightcord household. With the four's sedentary, indulgent lifestyles and selfish, greedy personalities, they'd practically had no choice other than to chunk up once their metabolisms slowed down. Ena stilled chomped her way through cheesecakes; Mizuki happily stuffed fries into her face; Kanade always had some snacks on hand - and Mafuyu just ate. Unable to resist, and unwilling to do anything about their swelling waistlines, Nightcord could only lick their lips as their weights spiralled towards a collective half-ton. Chubby, tubby girls that had torn jean shorts, popped buttons and ruined countless zippers between them.
"I-It's no fair! You all make fun of me for -- for being the fattest, but you're all huge as well..." Ena pouted, looking down between her cheesecake and her porky, round belly. Maybe the next pound would make her tits a bit bigger, but judging from the last hundred, that was a pipe-dream for the little piggy, by now. So, so much cheesecake had filled her figure out at an alarming rate, and Ena wasn't stopping any time soon. Almost on purpose, Ena was swelling herself up with yummy, tummy-fattening treats and sweets.
"Aaww, how about I feed you a bit?" Picking up Ena's discarded, downtrodden fork, Mizuki grinned as she found she enjoyed teasing this tubby little bitch more than she'd expected. "Will you let me rub your tummy then? Ena-nyan?" Rubbing her own belly in a decadent example of how good it could feel, Mizuki let her tummy sag, heavy and food-filled, out of her striped shirt.
"Ugh--!" Ena balked at Mizuki's soft, pasty belly. Hers was so much bigger. Mizuki's tummy wasn't even sitting in her lap - yet. "You can't buy me off! I'm not some -- some fat cat!" Ena wished that was the truth. There was no point arguing that she wasn't a fatso - but, greedy, submissive and feedable? Ena wouldn't dare let anyone call her that; it was more Kanade's style, anyway.
For once - for one perfect second - Mizuki shut up. Ena had served her the biggest, yummiest fantasy on the planet. "F-Fat cat?" Mizuki's mind swam, like a stomach full of cake. She wanted it. Mizuki needed it.
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hulijingemperor2 · 9 months
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Jing Manor, main Mansion 📍.
A-Qing: bye Jiggy!!! Bye team dimple!
Yao: bye. I hope to see you again.
Mo xuanyu: stay fab ok.
Xue yang: and stress out Daozhang. And stay away from songlan.
A-Qing: if he can put up with you, he can put up with me.
Xue yang: *rolls eyes*
A-Qing: *hugs Rusong and looks up at him* bye princey.
Rusong: *strokes her head tenderly* bye Xiao Qing.
A-Qing: are you going to give me a little kiss?
Rusong: mn. *kisses her on her forehead*
A-Qing: *giggling uncontrollably*
Xue yang: A-Qing, what's up with you?! What did Rusong do?
Su she: give them their privacy!
Xue yang: so you two are planning papapa?!!!
Omg, Jiggy is a grandad.
A-Qing: can you stop being disgusting!
Rusong: uncle muffin! We're teens!
Xue yang: so.
Yao: Yangyang, behave. *laughing*
A-Qing: anyways. I got to go Rusong. See you soon.
~
Meng Shi had attained Nirvana and perfection, and became an immortal goddess of Hulijings. So now she decided to come to Jing Manor and stay there permanently.
Later that day...
She covers her face with a veil and stopped at the gates of Jing Manor, Jingjing.
Meng Shi to herself: my Yao'er had made Jingjing so beautiful. I can't wait to meet him physically.
Fox spirit guards: who are you Madam?
Meng Shi: I'll tell you after. Please let me in. I want to meet someone.
The emperor? Did you make an appointment?
Meng Shi: um...your Huangdi is my son. I don't need to make an appointment!
Who really are you?
Meng Shi: aiya. Call me Madam Meng.
Fox spirit guards: *kneels* are you really our Madam Meng?? Don't you know that Meng is the imperial name.
Meng Shi: *shows them her dimples*
Oh my.
The imperial dimples!
Greetings Huanghou!
Forgive us, Huanghou.
Meng Shi: it's ok. Please don't be formal. I want to meet my Yao'er.
Yes Huanghou!
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Yao, Rusong and team D: *relaxing in the court*
Huangdi! Huangdi! We have good news!!
Yao: awe really, what is it??
Huanghou is here! Physically!
Yao: *elated* what????
Meng shi: *takes off cloak (like how A-Yao did in the donghua lol)* Yao'er!!!
Yao: *hugs her tightly while crying* A-niang! Can you believe how much I missed you! *cries*
Rusong: Nainai is here! Nainai is here!!
Mo xuanyu: waw she looks just like Yao gege. She's really pretty.
Xue yang: yup. That's where Jiggy got his genes.
Su she: she's resplendent. I'll give her all my respect.
Yao: sit here. *kneels next to her side and rests her head on her lap*
Meng Shi: *strokes hair* silly boy, why are you crying?
Yao: I was yearning for you.
Meng shi: but I'm here. *wipes tears* come on, smile. Show me your dimples.
Yao: *smiling* life was so hard without you, A-niang. I'm so glad you're back!
Meng Shi: baby foxy. *kisses*
Yao: *sniffles* do you enjoy being the hulijing immortal?
Meng Shi: of course! I love being a hulijing goddess. And it made me discover some underlying confidence I never knew I had. And yes, I'm omnipresent, hence I can be in both places. Well let me say, three places.
Yao: so you'll stay with your Yao'er.
Meng Shi: yes i will. Permanently.
Yao: *smiles* I would love that!
Meng Shi: you're such a marvelous Huangdi. You excelled in everything, and I'm so proud of you.
Rusong: *pays respects* greetings Huanghou.
Meng Shi: what are you doing? *hugs* My baby Song'er! I'm your Nainai!
*squishes dimples* ohhhh you're soo cute. And you have your A-Die's face! You'll get away with anything with me!
Rusong: aww. Nainai, will you live with us?
Meng Shi: definitely!
Rusong: I'm so happy!
Meng Shi: *pinches cheeks* so am I, little Dianxia! Yao'er, you have a beautiful child with pinchable cheeks.
You got good genes.
Yao: those are your genes.
Meng Shi: yes, you got it from me.
Yao'er your empire is magnificent.
Yao: thank you. It's a lot of hard work. And you know I expanded the empire to Dongying and Korea.
Meng Shi: I see.
Yao'er you're so loved by your people.
Yao: well I must fulfill your wish.
Meng Shi: good A-Yao.
Meng Shi: where are my jewelry, Yao'er.
Yao: A-niang, I have kept them in the imperial treasury. Don't worry.
Meng Shi: excellent Yao'er. I know you would!
You see, I have to give some to A-Song's bride.
Yao: *laughs* ohhh I see!
Rusong: my what?
Yao: A-niang, do you want anything?
Meng shi: ah...maybe some tea.
Yao: Fuying.
Fuying: right away, Huangdi, and Tai Hou.
Yao: I'll get you an entire staff of maids so that you'll feel comfortable.
Meng Shi: I'll always be comfortable, A-Yao.
But there's one special person I want as a personal maid.
Yao: who's that?
Meng shi: Sisi meimei.
Yao: aunt sisi?
Meng Shi: mhm. But I don't know what part of the world she's in. I haven't seen her in so long.
Yao: I wonder if she's in Dongying? I have to check with the governor.
Meng Shi: ok then. I'll wait for her.
Gosh she would be so proud. And she would love our A-Song.
Yao: yess, definitely.
Team D: *pays respects* Tai Hou.
Meng Shi: aww team dimple! My A-Yao's besties!
Minshan, Xue Chengmei and Mo xuanyu.
Su she: you know our names, empress? *smile*
Meng Shi: of course. How can I forget such exceptional people.
Your loyalty is unmatched.
Trio: thank you so much!
Mo xuanyu: we're in love with Yao gege.
Xue yang: yea. He had us in a chokehold. And still do.
Meng Shi: because he's my son obviously.
Su she: yes!
And Song'er tend to tease us about us being simps.
Meng Shi: aw Song'er. Song'er is just a baby.
Rusong: did you hear that team D!
Su she: Madam Meng, can you and Huangdi please come to Moling Su? Huangdi is the emperor of the Su sect as well. So they'll be happy to see you.
Meng Shi: of course I will. Thank you chief cultivator.
Attendant: Huanghou, Huangdi, your tea.
Both: thank you very much.
Xichen: *enters* A-Yao!
Meng Shi: *raises brow* (is that Madam Lan's son?)
Yao: Huan!!
Meng Shi: (it is Madam Lan's son. Oh right, he's part of my A-Yao's harem. Now it's my time to drill him)
Yao: I have someone for you to meet! It's A-niang! She's back!
Xichen: oh my goodness!I'm so happy for you, A-Yao!
Meng Shi: aren't you going to respect me?
Xichen: yes *bows*. Greetings, mother-in-law.
Team dimple: *faints*
Rusong: Team D! *fans them* team D!
Meng Shi: huanghou.
Xichen: mhh.. huanghou.
Yao: you know er ge right?
Meng Shi: yea, I love how he treats you before marriage.
Yao'er, Madam Lan and I were secretly friends. Once before she became Qingheng Jun's wife, she dressed as a man and came to Yunping brothel. She was also one of my customers, but we never did anything intimate. I found that it was hilarious that she dressed as a man.
Meng Shi: in my room, we would just played chess, maybe drink wine. And she would tell me all about her crush on Qingheng Jun.
Yao: awww.
Xichen: ah, you know my parents.
Meng Shi: obviously.
Xue yang: empress be bursting files.
Su she: I know right.
Mo xuanyu: Stan Madam Meng.
Xichen: how did she describe A-Die?
Meng Shi: super hot, but super cold. He needed to loosen up a little more.
Now how dare a stoney Lan fall in love with my Yao'er, even though we all know that I made him handsome.
Xichen: Huanghou, I pledged to keep A-Yao happy and support him.
Meng Shi: my Yao'er deserves the world. Remember that. I have my eyes on you.
Team dimple: *Cheering* wooooooo!!!!! A queen we need!!!!
Yass! Drill Lan lips!
Meng Shi: team dimple, are you alright?
Su she: aaaa, we'll be fine.
Mo xuanyu: *sobs* do you take autographs.
Xue yang: *sniffles* you're truly a goddess.
Meng Shi: I think team dimple is broken.
Yao: they're always like that, A-niang.
Rusong: they're even random when they wake up.
Mo xuanyu: Song'er, practicing how to kiss Yao gege with a pillow at 5 am in the morning isn't random.
Su she: uhh, that's where that sucking noise was coming from. Ew. But you have a point.
Mo xuanyu: *gasps* you're up at 5am?!!!
Su she: yea. The Lans has set my body clock and I can't reset it.
Xue yang: poor you.
Meng Shi: how dare they do that to Shan'er.
Su she: *tearing up* Shan'er....only my parents used to call me that. No one else. *cries.
Meng Shi: awww. Well you're my Shan'er *smile* Yu'er and Yang'er.
Team d: awwww, Madam Meng!!
Xichen: and me?
Meng Shi: Yao'er's hubby. But if you please me, I'll call you Chen'er.
Xichen: as you wish.
Yao: this calls for a banquet. I'll have it organized.
Do you wish to take a stroll.
Meng Shi: certainly, A-Yao. I would love to see your beautiful palace.
Yao: mn.
By the way, your resendential mansion will be named the Pavillion of the eternal flower.
Meng Shi: ah, I love it darling.
Yao: are you coming, team D.
Mo xuanyu: heck yea!
Xue yang: you two are so stunning.
Su she: yes sure, Huangdi and Huanghou.
Rusong: I'll come along too.
Xichen: I must go find a way to please Meng Huanghou.
Meng Shi: how smart.
Maybe you can compose a song for me on the Qin.
Xichen: certainly.
Meng Shi: *opens fan and walks off elegantly*
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*walking through the halls*
Meng Shi: marvelous.
Perfect architecture. You have renovated it, Yao'er?
Yao: yes.
Meng Shi: but it's beautiful.
Later I want to go on a caravan ride, to see the city.
Yao: so be it. I'll have your caravan ready.
Meng Shi: delightful.
And please, do come along to.
Yao: sure.
Rusong: of course nainai!!
Meng Shi: darling Song'er. You sound so eager. Haha.
Rusong: yea very!
Meng shi: Yao'er. Where's that old bat. Is she still using cultivation to stay young?
Yao: Madam Jin? *laughing*
Meng Shi: yes. Her.
Yao: still in Jinlintai. But Zixuan and I own Jinlintai now, so she and guangshan are renting from us.
Meng Shi: well deserved.
She had some gull abusing you. I'll set her straight.
And did you just say Zixuan? Her son?
Yao: yes, we got really really close, and he helps me a lot. He's now the peacock spirit emperor.
Meng Shi: how sweet.
Xue yang: so you got some bad blood with Madam Jin, queenie?
Meng Shi: mhm. The woman is out of her mind.
It's not my fault I'm beautiful and cute. Being unable to put up with your horny womanizer husband doesn't have anything to do with me.
Xue yang: *laughing*
Su she: you have a point. She should have been angry with guangshan instead. And chop off his b*lls. After you become pregnant with our Huangdi.
Mo xuanyu: after meee, Shanahan. I'm younger than Yao gege.
Su she: oh sorry. I forgot.
Meng Shi: well if she don't want guangshan to do his shit, then I suggest she tie him or put him on a leash.
Xue yang: oh gosh!!
I'm dead!
Yao: *cracking up* I agree with you.
Su she: Huanghou! You're the best!
Mo xuanyu: spill some more. This is interesting.
Meng Shi: I'm more elegant than her. That's why she's so insecure.
Xue yang: empress boss, would you have tea with Madam Jin.
Meng Shi: would she drink it if it's poisoned?
Xue yang: that's where Jiggy got it from.
Meng Shi: I rather not. But no I won't poison her. But give her stale tea.
Su she: who are your besties?
Meng Shi: Madam Lan. She makes me laugh!! Sisi, Lan Yi and second Madam Mo.
Mo xuanyu: my A-niang?
Meng Shi: yea. I saw her in the spirit realm. She thinks my dimples are cute.
Mo xuanyu: woww!!
Xue yang: you're so much like Jiggy, putting people in chokeholds and liking a Lan.
Meng Shi: yes yes. Madam Lan was so kind and fun loving.
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nelapanela94 · 2 years
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Do you just ever wonder what Levi's dad looks like or anything about him (like dead or alive)? We don't get any detail about him, but it's kinda fun to think about (well, to me at the very least). But, I only have one trait whenever I think about him. He has 💖baby cheeks💖.
YOU WILL HEAR ME OUT ON THIS!!! Comparing Levi to the Ackermans, he has softer cheeks than the rest of the Ackermans, who have strong cheek bones.
So... we gonna let this slide, or...
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Who is Levi's dad? What does he look like? Oh, the questions that keep me awake at night.
Since Isayama-sensei never spewed this out (I haven't found any reliable source at least) and it seems he is taking this secret to the tomb, we can squeeze as many theories as we want out of our brains.
Yes, the Ackerman genes are dominant, and from the main branch of the family, grandpa Ackerman, Kenny, Kuchel and Levi they all look alike, the two latter being too notorious. (Well, Levi is the spitting image of Kuchel); therefore, it's a difficult task to create a picture of our father–in–law. And you're right, Levi's cheeks are softer than the other Ackermans 🤔 so here's what I think about it ;) (pretty much that detail means nothing, and Isayama drew them like that just because)
I like to think that Levi's dad is some merchant or noble man from Mitras living the good life in confort and luxury, trapped in a loveless marriage, seeking *scratches the side of her chin* warmth in someone else's arms; a récurrent customer perhaps. I mean, Kuchel was pretty. This guy is around 50-55 y.o, has two children already born in wedlock (YES I'D LIKE TO THINK THAT LEVI HAS HALF SIBLINGS) though he'll never know. and physically, I picture him short, chubby, with receding hairline and dapper, whose cheeks get flushed with the faintest peek of sunlight. That's why Levi has those cute, pinchable, squeezable cheeks.
Whether he's alive or dead at this point I don't really mind 😅
Also, he runs illegal businesses in the Underground city like smuggling coderoin (forbidden drug in AOT world) or money laundering.
This is my theory of course, and everyone is free to come up with whatever they want since this is a topic tucked in a locked chest.
And sorry this took me the whole week to reply, I've been out of town visiting my sister and I hadn't had the time to sit down and write. 😭
So, what do you think of Levi's father?
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utterlyinevitable · 2 years
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Can you do a hc for a family dinner with Ethan, mc, Alan, and naveen
thanks so much for requesting this ages ago 💓
Pairing: Ethan x F!MC (Becca Lao) Rating: G Word Count: t Tropes: Fluff, Domestic
Family Dinner
Ethan shakes his head, lamenting more to the food than his partner. “I can’t believe you’ve talked me into this. I’ve managed to avoid these dinners for years.” 
It’s true. There’s always an excuse to be used for Ethan Ramsey to avoid having dinner parties with Naveen and Alan aside from holiday or milestone moments. 
“You don’t have to be here, you know,” Becca chirps from where she’s putting the finishing touches on the dining table. “I’ll have dinner with Naveen and Alan and you can go to Donahue’s. Easier for me to get blackmail without you here to intervene.” 
Ethan makes his way behind her, just a handful of long strides until his chest is pressed into her back and his hands rest on the swell of her hips. 
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” he purrs, lips ghosting her ear.   
“Yes, they’re -” 
There’s a knock at the door. 
Becca spins round, her very pinchable cheeks on display above a grin;  “They’re here.” 
There’s a glimmer in her eyes that both has a pit forming and his stomach fluttering. “Behave,” Ethan warns.  
“Don’t tell me what to do.” Becca added a wink. 
Before Ethan could move a step, his apartment door was flung open and the sounds of his two father figures flowed in. 
“Rebecca!” Naveen exclaimed in his signature lighthearted cadence. “Moved in already?” 
Ethan watched as she hugged their mentor, her head shaking back and forth, “He wishes.” Then she turned towards his father, “Hi, Alan.” 
“I for one, think this place could use a woman’s touch. Much too bland for my taste.”
Cutting in after finally finding his footing, Ethan reaches to take the bottle of wine in his father’s hand, “I hope you don’t say that about my food.” 
“Never. I’ve taught you well,” Alan smirks back. 
The group engages in some idle chatter about traffic and the events of their workdays whilst Ethan uncorks the wine and pours four glasses. 
Nothing about this is uncomfortable or strange when maybe it should be. Very few of Ethan’s partners have actually met his two most important family members outside of work obligations. Even less have been invited to dinner with them. Maybe it’s because dinner was Rebecca’s idea? Concocted after overhearing a comment Alan made over the phone one evening. No one else in his life ever took the time and effort to plan a gathering like this. 
Around the glass table over a mildly fancy spread of homecooked food, the older men share stories of Ethan’s youth. Much to the subjects protest. Becca laughed and chimed in with PG stories of her own, though never nearly as embarrassing. 
The whole evening Ethan held her hand below the table, and when he couldn’t her hand lay reassuringly on his thigh. The pair an absolute unit. 
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Every once in a while there was a moment of peace and quiet with the Mandalorian. This had been one of them. Just five Mandalorians hanging out and enjoying a moment of fresh air… at least four of them were enjoying that. Grogu was stuck in the ship. Again. 
He supposed it was only fair. This was from their time on Trask. Grogu had no idea that the Frog Lady had captured a vid of all of them. It was very nice of her to give it to Grogu as a memento of his visit to the planet where she and husband would raise their family. But then it was really nice of Din to help her get there, given all the trouble they had getting her there. 
Grogu wasn’t going to get into all that. It was the past. Eggs, ice, New Republic folks, spiders, eggs, more spiders. Uff. All’s well that ends well, right?
But this vid looked like a Mandalorian family vid. No one was actually looking at the sensor. They were all bored. Someone had insisted that the vid be taken because when was the next time they would all be together like this? They had given in because it was better than fighting over it. And because he was the youngest, he was stuck inside the ship because no one wanted to get stuck holding him. 
Grogu wondered if Din Djarin had any vids from when he was child. Did he always have that scar on his nose? When did he start growing whiskers? If he had a family vid, did he look more like his mom or his dad? Or was he that child that everyone said looked like someone else in the family? Like Aunt Marva? That would be funny. 
Grogu didn’t have any vids of himself as a youngling. Well, technically he was still a youngling, but he still didn’t have any vids of himself from when he was younger. Nothing from the Jedi Temple. And it wasn’t because the Jedi didn’t believe in vids. They made holocrons, so they certainly believed in preserving their image. But everything that might have had Grogu in it was likely destroyed by the Imps when they took over the Temple.
Grogu didn’t know that for a fact, but he had a sense that any group of people who went around trashing so many planets and moons wouldn’t be taking care of a library as big as the one as the Jedi Temple hosted. Nope. They’d grab what they wanted and then trash the rest. Probably in a bonfire or the like. They were wasteful like that. 
That made him a little sad. Yes, he had his memories of his masters and the other padawans and he could use the Force and bring those memories back very clearly, if he wanted to. But he couldn’t do that with himself. Was he a wise guy when he first showed up at the temple, the way Master Beq said he was? Or had he always had such pinchable cheeks, as the head Librarian had claimed? Had he really been a fussy eater? That just didn’t seem likely. He loved food. All food. (Keeping in mind that veggies are not food, okay?)
He wished he had a vid of his lessons with Master Yoda. Or that time that Kelleran Beq taught them to swim and Grogu just floated on the surface because his surface to weight ratio made him float like any other floaty thing. He wished he had a vid of all the younglings gathered together who had been part of his class. One of the other younglings had to hold him for the vid because he was so small and he didn’t remember who it had been. (Weirdly the Force hadn’t helped him with that.)
Those little moments hadn’t all been about peace and quiet but they had all been lovely. They told a story and they would have been something he could have shared with his Mandalorian family. They would have shown who he was and who he knew and where he had been. Grogu in context. He giggled at that thought. 
Instead, they would have vids like this one, where they were together, planning, talking, being very Mandalorian in their armor and he was stuck in the ship, wondering when he would be treated the same way they treated each other. Wow, that made him sad. 
That meant it was time to go round up Din Djarin and get him to take a vid of the two of them. It would be good to start Clan Mudhorn off on the right set of memories. This is the Way.
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