#his slow lizard blinks lol

[asleepinawell]

In which Alisaie commits a murder.

bonus, he’s still reeling from this a week later:

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxivedit #gamingedit #myedit #mp #alisaie leveilleur #zenos yae galvus #she really went for the dude's entire life #her melee combo was up and she just went for it #'you'll be alone for an eternity' can't believe she took out his great grandad in the blast #there is really no better proof of her point than the fact the only one who put up with him was FANDANIEL #and only because he had to #if they'd had a teenaged girl sass him pre-ew they could have avoided a lot of problems #his slow lizard blinks lol #endwalker #endwalker spoilers

[ceapa-mica]

Family Life: Exile 🪁 - a Thrawn headcanon

My fingers did a high speed race on the keyboard writing this hc. I'm surprised they didn't fall off. 😄

Enjoy!

🔞 This is slightly NSFW 🔞 + angsty

Taglist: @bingbongooo @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @ele-millennial-weirdo @enaelyork @jesslove23 @thrawnalani @thrawnsboots @twincesskorisoka @davesrightshoe @shoe-bag @tearyeve @blackddarling @obbicrystaleo

Life in exile is not exactly easy, especially when confronted with the many dangers of Peridea and with an always curious daughter to keep safe…

In the blink of an eye you're confronted with a new reality - exile. (or in Thrawn's case exile from an exile lol) You quickly realize how dangerous Peridea is with the amount of troopers getting killed by faceless bandits while out exploring.

Since then Thrawn only sends out scouts when absolutely necessary and keeps most of the crew aboard the Chimera, safe for those in search of food. Otherwise you couldn't sustain the entire crew for much longer.

At first you're mad at your husband. You blame him for being exiled with no way to contact your family and friends, and you're not the only one.

You try to shield your daughter from the cruelty of the exile. There's a designated safe outpost for your crew where you spend some of your time. Catching fresh air and going for a walk under Peridea’s cloudy sky can lift the spirits.

She loves flying her hand crafted kite on the outpost’s rocky plateau. One time she actually put her little ysalamir on her kite. It survived, but what followed was a reprimand from her dad, telling her not to needlessly put lives at risk and that the lizard certainly didn't have any fun clinging for dear life onto that piece of fabric in the air. She never did it again.

Since there is no holonet connection on Peridea you and Thrawn teach your daughter everything she would usually learn at school in your quarters. That can't replace actual lessons with other children though. You soon realize that your daughter misses her peers from her holonet classes.

Not just the lack of friends her age but the entire situation affects your daughter’s behavior. She becomes less playful and more serious, leading to her being eager to learn more self-defense in her father’s dojo. Thrawn thinks it's a good thing. You are worried though.

Another thing you're worried about is the presence of the nightsisters. They claim that they're able to contact someone from your Galaxy, so Thrawn insists on working with them to return back home. You don't trust them though and keep your daughter as far away from them as possible.

Look, the perfect marriage doesn’t exist. Even your marriage with Thrawn has its ups and downs. You argue quite often during your time in exile. Thrawn never raises his voice though. This maker-forsaken planet weighs down on everyone’s mood, including yours.

Makeup sex helps a lot with that. Thrawn leaves more marks on you than usual. After so many years your sex life is still going strong. It's the perfect way to let out the pent up frustration with your unfortunate situation.

You’re not the only ones using sex to cope. Among your crew a few women end up pregnant and some not so secret weddings are taking place.

Meanwhile your daughter finds joy in learning how to ride a howler. She's not allowed to leave the outpost unaccompanied, a rule she doesn’t like at all. She still has this neverending thirst for knowledge and thinks the death troopers joining her on her trips through the Peridean wasteland are just slowing her down or disrupting her studies of the local flora and fauna.

One day she actually leaves on her own and gets captured by bandits. Fortunately your husband is a strategic mastermind able to track her down before it's too late. To say Thrawn was mad is an understatement. He reprimands her in a dangerously low voice and grounds her for an entire month. He was actually as scared for her safety as you.

Tbh Thrawn feels guilty af since you’re in this exile because of a mistake he made, and during that incident with the bandits he felt he let his family down again. He orders his best people to take out those bandits once and for all to make this place a little safer for all of you.

At the point your kid is 10 years old she's super interested in collecting and documenting rock fossils she finds on trips through the rocky wasteland. Thrawn thinks they are beautiful, telling her that nature is truly the greatest artist. A few fossils even find their way into his art collection.

Most people would consider a 10 year old too young to use a blaster. Thrawn on the other hand thinks it's the right age to get her used to the weapon. He takes it upon himself to teach her to shoot and gifts her her first blaster. He sleeps better at night knowing she can defend herself from a distance. The circumstances make it necessary for her to learn this skill this early, at least that's what he tells himself.

You take your daughter to the outpost almost every day at this point and show her how she can help out. You both help wherever you can. Collecting firewood and herbs for tea, cooking stews, building shelter, and even taming wild howlers.

Thrawn doesn't join you at the outpost, he's busy keeping everything running. Even in exile he takes his job as seriously as ever.

When you and your daughter return to your quarters at nightfall you can barely keep your eyes open. So when Thrawn returns after a busy day of keeping his troops motivated, and finds the loves of his life cuddled up on the sofa waiting for him, he feels at peace. He knows wherever his life takes him, you will follow.

Your daughter shows interest in helping babysit the offspring of your crew. Thrawn agrees, glad his little girl accepts that kind of responsibility. Soon she, and a few junior officers, look after a bunch of rambunctious toddlers. It keeps her occupied and playing with other children, despite them being eight+ years younger, benefits her mental health. She becomes more playful again and no longer feels like she has to grow up fast in this exile.

Thrawn is still busy working on a plan to escape Peridea. Seeing your daughter adapting to this exile makes you less worried for her. In fact, you get used to Peridea as well, without losing hope of returning home one day.

You know how much pressure lasts on Thrawn's shoulders, and you do your best to help him deal with it. He's so glad his family has his back at all times, and he knows that he's not really far from home, because his home is his family - you and your little girl, right there with him. As long as he's got you both, he is exactly where he needs to be the most. He's determined to return to your home galaxy though. He still has his mission that needs to be finished. Then, and only then, he will be able to introduce his loved ones to his homeworld and his people.

There is one more family life hc I'm planning. One thing we haven't explored yet is how Thrawn (+you) will deal with your daughter once she hits puberty. That will be the next and last family life hc coming soon.

#thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #grand admiral thrawn #thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #blue man hot #thrawn headcanon #dad thrawn #star wars rebels #ahsoka series #star wars

[aarcanechaoss]

I’m Yours

Masterlist

He swore he had no clue where she was… he lied.

Warnings: SMUT MDNI | Higuchuu (sub Chuuya)

Notes: not edited lol. A sorry for not getting those requests done yet I had an assignment to finish first

A knock on his office door had admittedly surprised him- the executive hadn’t been expecting any guests and he knew he had no meetings today so why…

“Come in.” He grunted.

A head of red hair poked through the now opening door followed by two black haired mafioso’s and an older man. The Black Lizard and Akutagawa.

“Hello Nakahara.” Hirotsu stated.

“Can I help you?” A sharp breath and an eye twitch later he finds it’s Tachihara who responds to him.

“We’ve been looking for Higuchi for the last two hours we have a mission she has the details for.”

Well that didn’t answer his question at all.

“She stated earlier she’d be in Mori’s office and then needed to duck into yours but she’s not in Mori’s office and not here either.” Gin stated instead, seemingly understanding that he wanted an answer not more questions.

“Haven’t seen her.” He sucked in another deep breath of air, hands now steepled in front of his face. “You sure she said she was coming my way?”

“Yes sir.” Gin and Tachihara state.

His ocean blue eyes darted to Akutagawa and expression akin to being lost painting his usually somber face. He almost wanted to laugh.

No he supposed he hadn’t seen her, not in the way they believed he would have. No… another sharp breath and he was asking if they needed anything else from him- no, then why were they still here?

“You alright sir?” Tachihara questioned. “You’re looking a little red.”

“Fine just a bit warm I’ll live.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “I have work to do so if you wouldn’t mind…”

And then they were gone in a matter of moments, the door clicking shut right behind them.

Chuuya slumped into his seat, a hand gripping the arm of his chair tight, his lip caught between his teeth and his other hand moving down and down until his fingers tangled in loose blonde hair.

“That was close.” She said, voice low and warm and… she pressed a kiss to his bare thigh. He shuddered. “You do look a little red are you alright sir?”

Her hand was wrapped around his cock, hard and heavy and completely needy as she stroked it slowly. So fucking slow.

She’d had his dick down her throat when her team came in, she’d been helping him to destress- to thank him for all his hard work.

Who was he to say no to a beautiful woman like that?

But of course this wasn’t the first time she’d left him flustered and wanting - only a fool would let an opportunity like this slide.

The first time he had been confused, needy as all hell and a little tipsy but so certain she’d been too attracted to Akutagawa to want another man’s attention.

No.

A lie.

A cruel, toe curling lie.

But she wanted him… wanted Chuuya in a way that made his heart burst.

Ichiyo licked her lips tongue darting out to circle his tip before taking him wholly once more.

“Should I stop Chuuya?” She pulls away, thumb stroking his thigh as she looked up at him.

He shook his head, words failing to form as he took her in. Shirt unbuttoned, blazer no where in sight and hair unbound all for him.

“No, please Chiyo.” He breathed. “Need you.”

Need. He’d never needed anyone before, not the way he did right now.

He needed to hold her, to feel her, to have her. And she would let him if he asked.

“What do you need from me?” She would ask, she always asked.

“Want to make you feel good too.” Ichiyo smiled, kissing along his length as if to say good boy. “Want- want to fuck you.”

She blinked in surprise- not shock or annoyance but surprise. Usually this was as far as they went at work with her hands or mouth around his cock, or his fingers and tongue in her cunt.

The smile on her lips told him everything (a smile that would be even more irresistible if it had been stained red).

She was straddling him now. Hips rocking against his in a steady beat- his dick buried so deep within her that he was dizzy.

“Is this what you wanted Chuuya?” She whispered in his ear.

“Yes.” His hands gripped her hips so tight they might just bruise. “Feel so good Chiyo.”

“You’re so good for me Chuuya.” She sighed happily, raising and dropping her hips- just for him, all for him. She tilted his chin upwards, her lips pressing tenderly against his own.

“Yes. ‘M yours.” He slurred, lips still pressed to hers.

“Mine?” She hummed right back, rocking her hips just that little bit fast her.

“Yours.” And he meant it.

“My pretty executive.” She smiled. “What would the others think? If they knew just who was fucking you?”

A thought barely formed as he moaned against her lips, head tilting backwards as she circles her hips and raises them up until only his tip is inside her before dropping down again.

“Fuck.” He whimpered. “I don’t care what they think.”

An honest answer.

“Really?” She sounded surprised. “You don’t care that I’m considered the liability of the mafia?”

She wasn’t.

Another carefully crafted lie and they both knew it.

“They don’t know you.” His breath faltered for a second as she nipped at his jaw.

“And you do?” Her voice was low, teasing… but it was real and it was all for him.

“I know enough.” He bucked upwards, release so close.

She smiled again, a real, warm smile as she pulled him in for another kiss- deep and careful.

It didn’t take much longer before his orgasm crashed over him. Pure hot pleasure rushing through him so thoroughly he could barely hear the sweet nothings Ichiyo whispered to him. Even through her own orgasm she gave him appreciation… it felt so good having her clench and tighten around him.

“Good, you did so good.” She pressed a kiss to his jaw just before he slumped forward, his cheek pressing against her bra clad chest.

“You too.” He smiled, her laugh making the comment worth every second of their time.

“So…” She said after a beat. “You’re mine are you?”

His face flushed as he nuzzled closer to her chest.

“If you want me to be.” Was the only reply he could think of.

Her hand tangled in his hair, softly tugging his head back until they were eye to eye- he chose to ignore how his cock twitched inside her when she did that.

But instead of teasing or sly remarks she kissed him. Her hand cradled his jaw as they both melted into the kiss. There was no fight for dominance as their tongues explored each others mouthes, just enjoyment and pleasure.

“I’d love to be yours too.” She whispered before sliding away. “How’s dinner sound?”

“You free Friday night?” He questioned, watching her as she pulled her clothes back on, carefully smoothing her hands over the crumpled fabric.

He stood to do the same.

“I finish at five.” She stated, now watching him just as he had.

“Me as well. I’ll book us a nice restaurant.” He smiled, now moving forward, hands resting on her hips.

“How should I dress?”

“Formal… in red if you have anything like that.”

She raises a brow.

“You look hot in red.” Chuuya shrugged, no point in denying it when she’s had him moan out obscenities before.

“I might have something.” She smiled instead, arms wrapping around his shoulders.

He lent forward, not bothering to warn her before their lips met once more.

He could kiss her all day.

“Hey sir I- Oh fuck!” The two parted, Tachihara of all people having barged right through his office door. “Sorry!”

The man practically squeaked as he ran off, door slamming behind him.

Ichiyo sighed and pulled away.

“I should deal with that before he blabs.”

“Take care.” He laughed. “See you Friday?”

“See you Friday Chuu.”

#bsd smut #bungou stray dogs smut #chuuya nakahara smut #Ichiyo Higuchi smut

[ratsoh-writes]

For the mafiatale, mafiafell, mafiaswap undefell, and underswap boys: Can I get one with an s/o who can't wink to save their life? If they try it just looks like a lizard blinking because the other eye always manages to blink not too long after. (I'm pretty sure that's ten boys but I may have counted wrong, sorry if I did.)

- Ghost

Snipe: he starts calling SO lizard boy/girl cause snipe is a meanie lol

Bruiser: he always has that “I’m laughing at you but trying not to” look on his face when SO does the lizard blink

Butch: he’s not bothered. He likes weird slow blinks better than no winks.

Boss: he actually tries to teach SO how to wink properly, gives up, and just does that long suffering but fond sigh whenever they wink at him

Ace: he mentally counts each second it takes for the other eye to blink after a wink. Every time the other eye reaches a new “record” ace proudly presents his research to SO.

Slim: knowing how awkward this dude is, the wink fails really don’t register to him

Red: he does tease his SO on a lot of things, but it’s always stuff they do on purpose. Red doesn’t tease about the winks

Edge: he’ll chuckle each time and boop SO telling them to not bother

Star: he is the star at winking. You can practically see a little star come out the side of his eye. Star is very smug about his skills

Honey: weird or not, honey still blushes every time SO winks at him.

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #underswap #underfell #mafiatale #mafiafell #mafiaswap

[soberfructosecornsyrup]

X-Files, Season 1, Episode 16: Young at Heart

Corpses blinking always freaks me out, no thank you.

It's always mandatory that everyone in law enforcement have a case that's one of their first ones where they're hunting a criminal and someone dies because they mess up. Mulder's no different.

I'm astonished I have like zero recollection of any of these episodes, and I've watched them before lol.

In this peewee football scene, there's a kid wearing a flannel under his pads and uniform. Mulder should investigate that. There's your alien right there.

Lmaoooooo Mulder yelling "I'll get you, you sonuvabitch" is so cliché I love it.

Hasn't been too many black people with speaking roles in this show, shouts out to Reggie.

REGGIE LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU! NOOOOOO BLACK AGENT REGGIE NOOOOOOOOOOOO

I don't know if it's because it's the 90's or just for plot, these FBI agents sure do leave their homes vulnerable for home intrusions.

This doctor's growing a lizard hand...this is a Spider-Man villain. Read a comic book, doc.

I wanna see the freak hand.

Mulder blasted him like a straight G.

Yesssss there it is.

Spooky close up on locker 935...I wonder if it will make another appearance.

Kind of a slow episode until the end. It was alright.

Next is going to be E.B.E, Everybody be eatin'

#Cliff Does the X-Files 30 years Later #X-Files

[rockin-monster]

HEY FUCKERS!!!! Since it's Valentines Day, I figured I'd write how the Rock Squad would show love/affection to you! This is both potential fan service, minor character lore, and me being very sappy and silly.

ok LET'S GET STARTED

Keith/Rock Monster

Keith's love language or whatever it's called is physical affection.

He's a stage 5 clinger. Not in the "hates it when you go out with your friends on a saturday night" way, but in the literal sense. He'll wrap all his limbs around your torso and get his stupid lizard head right next to yours and be like "hi :)"

A minor stim of his (as in one he doesn't do that much) is repeat a single word multiple times, either out loud or in his head. He often doe this with Addie's name. If you hear him say your name multiple times, it means he probably likes you.

He will probably cuddle up next to you and purr. It's like being next to a Samsung TV with vibrate on.

He's a total sucker for getting any sort of physical attention. If you idk caress his jaw or cuddle with him he'll either melt or spontaneously combust and set you couch on fire.

he likes being carried around lol (he's 4'7" can you blame him)

Addie Blair

Addie's love language is also physical affection but to a lesser extent than their boyfriend Keith.

They absolutely LOVE holding someone close in their arms and hugging/cuddling/embracing them.

They wag their tail anytime they're around someone they like.

They will sit in your lap and play on their Switch. probbly wants to show you the politoad they caught idk

Also loves giving/getting kisses, or at least the closest thing they can do without lips.

Mary/Fame Monster

Believe it or not, Mary is not very experienced/interested in romance!

However, she does have a few ways of showing affection.

Normally she's very blunt yet polite, but if she likes you she will probably compliment you and be nicer to you.

She might also be a little more vulnerable with you, and/or open up with you more.

She actually really likes the small gestures of love and affection-- holding hands gently, a flower left by your bedside cuz she had to work early, adding your favourite little side dishes/spices/foods to a meal, etc

A teensy bit ironic since she's usually cast in romance movies

Virgil/Party Monster

Virgil isn't very experienced in romance either, but he can be his own brand of romantic.

He talks a little loudly, but if he's interested in you he'll talk more softly.

He often likes taking others out to see movies. In his mind, if you willing to sit down with him and watch something for an hour and a half, you obviously think he's cool and awesome.

He doesn't cook very often but if you were coming over for dinner, he'd go to the ends of the earth to found out what kinda food you like.

He'll DEFINITELY send you a romantic test at least every other morning.

Kendall

Kendall is a certified doofus when it comes to love.

His love language is being a total sap.

With physical stuff, they will pick you up and hold you, bounce their leg up and down when sitting with you, do a lot of putting their arm round you, and draw little shapes on your palm/back of your hand with their finger.

He also loves telling you nice things about yourself every 5 damn minutes and holding you close while softly chirping.

(they are very soft and warm)

Sometimes, he might lay his head on your lap (after asking of course) and just... nap. For like 10 minutes. He was so happy he fell asleep.

(it would probably feel weird since he's nine feet tall)

Ferrel (I know he's technically not part of the blog but whatever)

Ferrel is kind of emotionally constipated but that isn't gonna stop him lmao

If you are someone he likes, he will definitely be happier/laugh more with you.

He's also kinda tired all the time because of his job and his med stuff, so if you were ok with just hanging out at his apartment and playing video games and watching Netflix theres a 54% chance he would think you're so hot and want to kiss you on the mouth afterwards.

He does regular cat affection things too, like purr if you're hanging out with him, fall asleep on your shoulder, or do the slow blink thing at you.

#Rock Monster #Addie Blair #Fame Monster #Party Monster #Kendall #Ferrel #oc valentines day #oc facts #oc fun facts #oc love #oc love language #valentines day #oc valentines stuff #long post

[hermannsthumb]

Idk if you doing requests or not rn buut, feriowind has been posting a bunch of vampire!Hermann and I needs some modern vampire Hermann and professor Newt...

uwu ily

SO I feel like I should open by saying a WIP fic with this concept by @coloredpencilroses exists and I Love it, so read High Stakes for something much better than this lol (and leave a nice comment). HAPPY OCTOBER!!!! warning for very mildly implied sexy stuff. EDIT: and of COURSE I forgot to tag @theloccent for my extremely belated fill for the “Vampire” square on my bingo card :/

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Newt has always been an extremely persistent type. He considers it, naturally, one his greatest strengths—no theory goes untested, no question goes unanswered, no experiment goes…well, unexperimented. You don’t get more PhDs than you can count on one hand if you’re not persistent. You don’t get a date with the hot new engineering professor down the hall if you’re not persistent, either, but Newt is finding this venture is taking a little more effort than usual. That’s fine, though. He likes challenges.

Dr. Gottlieb was hired by the university at the start of the semester, after the head of the engineering department—who’s nearing her seventies—finally decided she’d had enough and announced her retirement somewhat last minute. He is, frankly, unlike anyone Newt’s ever seen before, a weird combination of cheekbones, wide lips, and a turn-of-the-century old-fashioned air that carries over into everything from his wardrobe to the stiff way he carries himself. He wouldn’t look out of place in a black and white photograph, Newt thinks. Or maybe even the illustrations of a Dickens novel. That’s not why Newt’s into him, though—well, not the only reason why.

In the entire month and a half Gottlieb’s been here, he hasn’t spoken a single word to anyone his contract doesn’t require him to; when he is forced into conversation, he scowls and snaps and mumbles his way through before making a polite excuse as to why he needs to leave the room right now, immediately. No one knows anything about him other than the bare minimum—that his name is Dr. Gottlieb, he lectures in engineering, and he exists. Shit, Newt doesn’t even know his first name. The little plaque outside his office just says Gottlieb.

The mystery just makes Gottlieb all the more alluring to Newt.

Anyway, his continued failures in winning Gottlieb over aren’t a result of a lack of trying. On Gottlieb’s first day, Newt stopped by his office to introduce himself. He didn’t bother knocking. Maybe that was his first mistake. “I’m Newt,” he said. “My office is a few doors down from you. You’re the new department head?”

Gottlieb looked stricken, but he nodded. “Yes,” he said. He didn’t say anything else.

“Cool,” Newt said. “Anyway, I’m technically in the bio department, but I teach a few interdisciplinary courses with engineering, so I requested they stick me over here to get a bigger office.” He cracked a grin. “I guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”

“Hm,” Gottlieb said.

Newt tried again the next day.

“Your office is so dark,” he said, conversationally, because it was—lights all off, books stacked up everywhere, maroon drapes drawn tightly in front of the single small window. Dark and stuffy. “Feel free to stop by my office whenever you want a break from it. I have a corner one, so I have two windows.”

“I requested this office,” Gottlieb said, not looking up the article he was marking up.

Newt became desperate by his third attempt and did something that’s left him burning with shame even now, weeks later, and that would probably warrant the immediate transfers of sleep-deprived engineering majors out of all his courses if word ever got out it was him: he deliberately broke the department coffee machine. “Man, I can’t believe that thing is busted again,” he declared to Gottlieb. “Good thing I have a Keurig in my office.” Newt had gone out and purchased a Keurig immediately before destroying the coffee pot. “Seriously, come by whenever you need caffeine.”

Gottlieb blinked at him, long and slow, and Newt had the strangest sense that he knew exactly what happened to the coffee pot. “I never drink… coffee,” Gottlieb finally said.

For all Newt’s troubles, the list of things he knows about Gottlieb has expanded by two pitiful points: that his accent is English and posh, and his voice is low and sexy. Helpful.

It’s a chilly day in late October when Newt finally decides to enlist the aid of his interdisciplinary undergrads. Some of them—he learned after poking around their registration records—have a seminar with Gottlieb, and they seem his best bet at learning anything. A spouse—a first name—Newt would take Gottlieb’s favorite color, even. “So,” he starts class, unwinding his scarf off his neck, “that Dr. Gottlieb sure is weird, huh?”

In Newt’s firsthand experience, undergrads love to gossip about their professors, and his certainly don’t disappoint. Gottlieb’s classes are all held in the basement of the engineering building. All run well into the evening, after the sun’s set—most not finished until nine—and Gottlieb hustles out of the lecture hall the moment he can. He walks with a cane and a slight limp. He always dresses like that. He’s never mentioned any sort of family, and wears no wedding ring. He’s scary good at math. No one knows his first name.

“You’ve been an invaluable help,” Newt tells them all seriously.

He mulls the new information over in his office later as he grades some tests. So Gottlieb is a bit of shy, reclusive, genius. No surprise there. Well, his apparent hatred of sunlight is kind of weird (if unsurprising, given how pale he is) but maybe he just has sensitive eyes or something. Who is Newt to judge? At least he knows how to improve his next plan of attack—he just has to ask the guy to come over and sit in a dark room in silence with him. That’s probably Gottlieb’s dream date, actually.

There’s a knock on Newt’s office door. Newt looks up and drops his pen: it’s Gottlieb.

“Uh. Hey, dude!” he squeaks, unsure of how to proceed in this entirely unfamiliar territory. Gottlieb, willingly interacting with him? Willingly leaving his office? “Is there…can I help you with something? Did you want that coffee after all?”

“Most definitely not,” Gottlieb says coolly. He’s standing far enough back from the door that not a single sliver of lamp light from Newt’s office hits him, instead shrouded by the shadows of the dark engineering department. Newt didn’t realize how late it had gotten. “My students informed me that you were interrogating them about me.”

It’s not a question. Newt is struck by a wave of nervousness that he doesn’t quite understand—maybe it’s the sour expression Gottlieb is giving him, something in those dark brown eyes that are piercing through Newt. He feels, foolishly and briefly, like cowering under his desk. He swallows. “Yes,” he says, and adds, stammering, “I mean—I wasn’t interrogating them. I was just asking a few questions.”

“Why?” Gottlieb says.

“Uh,” Newt says. “I guess I was…curious, about you?”

He works up the guts to look Gottlieb in the eyes; he sees Gottlieb’s eyebrows jump the tiniest fraction of an inch. “You’re attracted to me,” Gottlieb says, another non-question, though Newt hears a flicker of surprise.

“Yeah,” Newt admits.

“I see,” Gottlieb says. Then, to Newt’s surprise, he suddenly smiles. “I’d like if you invited me over for dinner, Dr. Geiszler.”

“Dinner,” Newt says. He feels strangely dizzy; but, shaking himself, he quickly gets over it. “I mean, dinner! Yes! Shit! When?”

“Tonight, I should think,” Hermann says.

Tonight is Friday, which means they don’t have work tomorrow. By the time they make it off campus it’ll be almost ten—way later than people eat dinner—and besides, Newt already had a sandwich at around seven. Is dinner a euphemism? Is Gottlieb propositioning him? God, why didn’t he wash his sheets with the laundry this week? “Tonight,” Newt says. He stands up abruptly and grabs his leather jacket with trembling fingers. Why is he trembling? Nerves, he guesses. He’s about to hook up with total hottie Dr. Gottlieb, he’s allowed to be nervous. “Fuck yes. Let’s go now.”

Gottlieb is not impressed with the messy state of Newt’s apartment, and even less impressed with the state of Newt’s refrigerator and freezer. “Dinosaur chicken nuggets and canned Lime-A-Ritas,” he says with a sniff. “Hm. You ought to be getting more vitamins, Dr. Geiszler. I’m certain you’re deficient in something.”

“You sound like my dad,” Newt snorts. He throws his car keys on the counter and shrugs off his jacket. “There’s some leftover Chinese on the second shelf if you want it—just some lo mein. Or I could put a frozen pizza in the oven. Or I guess we could order something too?”

Gottlieb shuts the fridge door delicately. “How kind of you to offer,” he says. He doesn’t sound like he means it. Newt is suddenly struck by how bizarre a sight he is in the midst of Newt’s chaotic kitchen: buttoned up to the throat with his stupid shirt and blazer, prodding at the fraying lime lizard-shaped rug by the sink with the end of his ornately-handled cane. Out of time and out of place. 

“It’s Newt,” Newt says. “Please don’t call me Dr. Geiszler, it makes me feel ancient.”

“Hm,” Gottlieb says.

“And what,” Newt says, deciding to test his luck a little, “uh—what should I call you?”

Gottlieb considers him. “Hermann,” he says.

The name rings a bell in the back of Newt’s head. He swears he’s heard it somewhere before—an article, maybe. A book. Has he stumbled across Dr. Gottlieb’s research before without even realizing it? He’s on the verge of asking what publications Gottlieb’s been featured in when Gottlieb suddenly snags hold of his hand; then, raising it to his mouth, he kisses it. His lips are as cold as his skin. “Would you like to show me to your quarters, Newton?” he murmurs.

Newt shivers; he nods.

“Hermann Gottlieb,” Newt says aloud later, while Hermann redresses himself. “Now I know where I’ve heard that name before.”

“Yes?” Hermann says. He’s lacing up one of his Oxfords.

“I worked with his research in one of my dissertations,” Newt says. “Another Dr. Hermann Gottlieb, I mean. He was a brilliant mathematician from—God, 1830-something. German. His work was groundbreaking for the time, or shit, for our time, too.” He remembers seeing a portrait of that Hermann Gottlieb in one of his sources; the whole of the similarities between him and Newt’s Hermann Gottlieb (the dark eyes, the mouth, the cheekbones) are a little too much to be entirely coincidental. “You must be related to him, right? Like, he’s your great-great-great—”

“Yes,” Hermann cuts him off quickly. He turns to Newt and smiles. “A distant ancestor, certainly. I believe you are the first in some time to have made that connection.”

“Always thought he was cool,” Newt yawns. “Man, I’m tired.” The romp with Hermann had been fun, if not unexpectedly exhausting, and a little…out of the ordinary. The dude apparently has some sort of weird biting kink that left Newt’s neck stinging a little bit, but it’s cool, Newt doesn’t mind. It was like boning a vampire or something. Kinda hot. “Do you need me to show you to the door, or can I just stay here? I’m serious about spending the night though. I really don’t mind.”

Hermann fiddles with the laces of his other shoe, then, slowly, draws the whole thing back off. “If it’s not an imposition,” he says, and smiles again, shyly. “Though, I warn you—I’m a bit of a late sleeper.”

“Good, so I am,” Newt says. “Could you toss me the sweatshirt hanging on that chair? You can grab one for yourself too, if you’re cold, I’ve got another hanging in the closet. No, not--yeah, that door.”

They dip under the covers and get cozy, Newt taking on the task of big spoon, because Hermann is a cold sonofabitch and could use a little insulation. The last thought on his mind before he drifts off to a comfortable sleep is how strange it is he can’t feel Hermann’s heartbeat—though, he realizes, it’s probably just muffled by their clothing.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #Anonymous

[sakurasangcl]

The Old Religion

okay so I was @elyxion​‘s exol secret santa! @exolssecretsanta​ “Mmmh” gave me way to strong force sensitive!jongin feels, so I couldn’t not write this. There’s definitely going to be a second part because this feels like more set up. I may end up reposting it all together or you could consider this a long teaser idk also its totally unedited TT lol I hope you like it <3

Pairing: force sensitive!jongin x force sensitive!reader... eventually lol

genre: suspense (not really fluff or angst idk) 

word count: 1.3k

warnings: slight misogyny (the men don’t want y/n in danger but is totally fine)

You had heard of Jedi and Sith, but you were never quite sure what to make of them. One of the elders in your town had taken you to their small home after a festival event. 

You were only seven, and she took you inside. She lit a fire and began to warm up the room. Then, she took your hand, brushed back your hair, and looked deep into your eyes. “If you were born when I was young, you would have been a youngling. Perhaps it is a good thing, that you needn’t die in a war or in a massacre. If you look deep within yourself and connect with the universe, you may become more powerful than any of them.” 

Her words confused you, but she always refused to clarify them. 

After she passed away, you decided to try her words. You were always different from the other kids, an outcast. It didn’t mind you too much, as you had your unique traits. You were told they were jealous of your nature and your ease of communicating with different races and even droids. Your instincts guide you into the lush forest, following a long forgotten path. You end up finding ancient ruins.

The ruins cause shivers to run down your spine, but a certain spot calls to you. There were steps going up and around the ruins, which called to you. It was getting dark, but you hardly noticed. Once at the top, you realized you were on the roof of the ruins. The top was a circle, with a stone seat in the middle surrounded by ruins. 

The breeze was warm as it rustled your hair, and you could have sworn you heard a voice that said “sit down, sit here.” 

Despite the unfamiliarity of the situation, and your lack of understanding the writing, you walked forward and sat. You sit cross legged and close your eyes, resting your hands in your lap. You take a deep breath, and focus on the world around you. You feel the warmth of the setting suns, the birds calling in the distance, a nearby waterfall… You’re not sure how long you are sitting there meditating, but it’s long dark by the time you open your eyes. 

You do your best not to panic, feeling a large presence nearing you. It wasn’t dangerous or really intelligent, nor could it be considered a primitive race. You slowly head down the steps towards the base of the ruins, and soon find yourself face to face with a large lizard creature (similar to a Boga from Utapau). You had heard of these creatures- it was why you were encouraged never to wander into the forest alone. They were carnivores and incredibly dangerous. 

But this one seemed calm and curious, tilting its head at you. You knew you were an easy meal, but you also weren’t close enough to the doors of the ruins to try and hide inside. 

“Easy there,” you say cautiously, holding out your hands. The creature looks at you intently, analyzing you. “I’m a friend. I mean no harm,” you say firmly, slowly seeing if you could walk around the creature. 

It blinks at you, blocking your escape. Fear begins to rise within you, and you hear - or don’t hear - the same voice as before. “Fear not, y/n. Continue with your words, have the beast guide you home.” 

You do your best to calm yourself, once again feeling for the energy of the universe that you had been feeling before, as you meditated. 

“I mean no harm. Can you guide me home to my village?” you ask, trying to soothe the creature. 

The creature squawks at you and turns to its side, looking at you expectantly. 

“Are you here to take me home?”

The creature makes the same sound as before, waiting patiently. 

You slowly approach it, your hands gentle on its cool, smooth scales. It lowers itself some, and you’re able to use its arm as a step up onto its back. You hold onto the horns its crest, and it quickly slithers off. It’s easier to ride than you expected, but it’s gait is completely unlike a horse or mule’s. There is a side to side motion as opposed to an up and down one, which is hard to catch the rhythm of. 

The beast takes you right to the outskirts of your town. You can see panicked villagers by the walls, wondering where you were and calling your name. You slide off the creature and walk into town, everyone relieved. You were too exhausted to speak, and headed straight home. You didn’t even manage to change before you fell onto your  bed asleep. 

It was then that you dreamt of him. 

You knew that you could only dream and see the faces of people you had seen before. But you also knew that you had never seen this man before. His silvery hair covered his dark eyes as he flew on his ship. He was humming softly, and looked up and over at you. 

He could see you and you knew it. Before you could apologize or panic, he smirks. 

“I knew I’d find someone eventually. But I suppose this time, you found me?” His voice is smooth and soothing, a glint of something in his eyes. 

“Tell me one thing. What is your name?” he asks, tilting his head slightly. 

“Y/N,” you say, trying to calm your nerves. 

“Well Y/N, I’ll be seeing you soon. It may take me a month or two, but I’ll find you,” he stops, chuckling slightly. “Unless, of course, you find me first.” He grins at you once more, and you suddenly find yourself woken up by shrill noises of fright from the villagers and the warning bell. 

You hear the men yelling, and the sounds of guns cocking and panic. Somehow, you remained calm. Your curiosity led you outside, but none of the men would answer your questions. 

“What’s going on? Who is attacking us? What do they want?” you tried to ask them. 

They all had a variant of the same answer- it is not your place to ask. You huff at that, following the chaos. 

You run past the men, a sudden need urging you to push on. You run up the stairs to the top of the wall, pushing people out of your way to get up there. Men were yelling, and you looked into the clearing between the woods and the town to see what was wrong. Men were shooting blasters at the lizard beast from yesterday, but it was nimbly dodging their attacks. 

You can’t help but crack up at the absurd scene, shaking your head as you are escorted down off the wall. 

“You can’t stay here, it’s not safe,” one of the guys your age tells you, wanting you to go back and hide in your home. 

“As if,” you mutter under your breath. 

You notice the gates opening as bounty hunters are about to be let out, and you make a run for it before they can stop you. 

“HOLD YOUR FIRE!” Someone yells, and you slow your approach to the beast. 

It cocks its head and lets out a shrill noise of excitement, heading over to you. You hear men vaguely shouting, and you ignore their fear. You once again touch the creature, surprised once again how docile it was. 

Before anyone could stop you, you were on its back heading to the temple once again. 

The lizard dropped you off at the bottom of the hill, and you once more made your way up. This time, you attempt to count the stairs but end up giving up, miscounting. Why am I here? Why did this creature bring me here?  You wonder, the answers unknown. 

When you reach the top, you sit in the middle once more. You leave your eyes open as you begin to relax, and a few thoughts enter your mind with the same somewhat eerie voice as before. “They call it the Old Religion, but it calls to you. You hear us, don’t you Y/N? Fear not, the one who is called Kai will find you soon enough. He is clever and will find you when the time is right…” 

#starryktown #exolsecretsanta #jongin x reader #kai x reade #exo fic #jongin fic #exo fanfic #jongin fanfix #sw fanfic

[blondedemon]

i'm bored and in a writing mood so here's a short story. i wrote it in a sudden inspiration for with zero editing so i apologise if it's terrible lol

and i'm not gonna hide it under a 'keep reading' y'all gonna have to scroll

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There was a child sitting in the deep, bottom corner of her father's garden. The leaf litter was damp and mulching beneath her hands. Countless worms appeared whenever she dug her fingers into the soft soil. A ladybug crept across the thick pumpkin leaves that surrounded her, and there was a line of ants marching over the toes of her bare feet as they made their way home. The world was alive, alive, alive and she was lost in it.

Three small cupcakes sat with her in the dirt before her.

This was a strange sort of child. The type that adults loved to talk about, but never to. Her eyes were always fixed on some distant point on the horizon, or far nearer, on the ground right in front of her nose. But she would rarely meet the eye of someone who tried to address her. This sort of behaviour tends to put people on edge. Adults are discomfited by the feeling that a child might see more than they do. They encounter a child such as this and chatter behind her back; always off with the fairies and she just doesn't focus, that one and I'd really rather my girl doesn't play with her, she seems a poor influence.

The girl hears every word. And understands them all, even if they'd never credit her for it.

She doesn't feel strange. It was just a label attached to the outer edges of her by faces and voices that couldn't see all the way in. The girl was always seeing deeper than they were. It seemed pointless to talk to the giggling, empty children in her class when there were such better friends to be made elsewhere. Her dad would drop her at the gates with a kiss to her forehead and concern wrinkling his own. She would sit through classes, staring at walls and colouring her fingernails in with textas and graphite as her teachers asked her to write about her weekend. Art time was filled with sheets covered in horses and fairies and secret creatures that stared back at her from deep within the leaf litter. Her addition and subtraction equations would blur and muddle with all the numbers fighting and talking to and laughing with each other. Her stories were full of girls being carried away by strange creatures until they were so far from the reaches of anyone who could watch them. Far from anyone who wouldn't understand what she could see.

She had given up on telling people about her friends long ago.

But now, in the dying daylight, they crawled to her. Out of the leaves and soil and branches and rotting wood, their eyes bright and their scales glittering. They clicked as they approached, little noises in the depths of their throats. Heads cocked to the sides as they regarded her, claws digging little marks into the earth beneath their feet. And the girl stayed ever so still. Not even a lock of her hair would dare move in the wind as she waited for them to come nearer. Each one was perhaps only as long as her forearm, and of course, that wasn't very long at all. Their teeth were little daggers hidden behind scaly lips, only visible when they hissed at each other as they tripped over their own feet. She had no reason to fear them. They would never hurt her.

There were two dozen in all. She'd counted them. It was far more than there had been the first time. She'd been crawling in the pumpkin patch looking for pillbugs to put in her bright plastic bucket when she'd stepped on one. Her father had warned her about snakes, slim monsters with fangs that would stop your heart before you noticed they'd bitten you. And so when she felt those scales under her toes and saw that hard-plated body disappear into the twisting vines, her stomach had dropped.

But no snake had legs, did it? Lizards did, though. And dragons.

Her feet had been noticeably free of any vampire-like pinprick wounds, even through all the mud, and so she'd figured she probably wasn't about to die. So she sat herself down under a leaf, huddled down real small, and tried to peek under the next plant to see if she could find thecreature she'd accosted. Two sharp-yellow, slit-pupiled eyes had stared back. And promptly disappeared like a blink when the creature whipped around and disappeared into the dense plants. The girl was unfazed. She sat there for hours until her dad called her all worried-like from the house, calling her in for dinner.

She didn't see the creature again that night. Nor did her father see her until morning. When she crashed into the house, hours and hours and hours later and told her of her brief encounter, her dad had shouted at her for disappearing so long. He cried that he'd been worried sick. He yelled that he'd had to call the police. She didn't understand. She'd been safe, after all. What did it matter that he hadn't known exactly where she was? She'd never left the yard, he had nothing to be concerned about.

She didn't mention her creature again, but her father saw less and less of her that month. She would disappear into the yard with punnets of strawberries or chicken bones from the night before or little cakes that had been brought by classmates celebrating their birthdays, and she would place these in front of her in the dirt in that same spot and wait. Some things worked better than others. Especially the sweeter things. She could tell it was working when the leaves would rustle more aggressively near the ground, as if something was creeping amongst them.

It was a long, long while before she saw anything real again, though.

Her eyes were half closed when it happened. A slice of sweet banana bread lay amongst the leaves before her, and in an instant, it was gone.

There was a lot of banana bread baked in that second month. Her father could hardly believe how much his kid seemed to love it.

The girl learned how to stay so very still. If she got very quiet and convinced herself she was nothing but a rock lying in the garden, she could sit for hours without so much as licking her lips or wriggling her toes. And the banana bread didn't disappear every day. Sometimes the girl ended up eating it, dirt and all, running back inside to curl at her father's feet while he watched television, men running across the screen and kicking small pixellated balls across the grass. But sometimes, she would watch as a clawed paw would stretch out from behind the cover of a low-hanging, broad pumpkin leaf, and snatch the bread from before her eyes.

That was very often followed by concerning but contented growling from the pumpkins. And very enthusiastic chomping noises.

Slowly, the creature grew more confident, and the girl grew more sure that this was no animal her father had told her about, or that showed up in the encyclopaedias that lined the shelves of her school library. Curved claws smoothed into dense, haunched legs. There was a tail that tapered to a whip-thin point at the end, and front legs that could either hold the animal on all fours or stretch up to reach whatever it wanted to grab. It had a stout nose and a broad face with wide, wide eyes that were set under a scaled brow. A row of gentle spines tracing up its nose and between its surprisingly soft-looking ears.

And the entire thing was covered in plated scales in gradients of black and brown and white to create the most striking pattern she'd seen, a spiralling stripy design that bent the light around it and hid it even more convincingly in the shadows of the pumpkin patch.

She didn't breathe the first time she saw it in full. Its yellow eyes were watching her, unblinking, as she watched it back with an equally immobile gaze. It reached forward and clutched her banana bread to its chest and held her gaze for a second before disappearing into the dark again. In her mind, the girl called out to it. But of course she did not say anything. She had to be still, so very still

Now there were so, so many, and they were all over her. One was curled in the arch of her crossed legs, its side rising and falling gently with its sleepy breaths. Its skin was cold when it pressed against her, because it was nearly dark after all, and these creatures didn't make much of ther own heat. Most of them were battling over the thin pickings she'd left for them, because she simply couldn't bring enough cake to feed all of them anymore. Her father had been suspicious enough when she'd been taking banana bread just for one, but now she was catering for a whole army.

Her first dragon was the last to emerge. It stared at her from a distance, and then blinked slowly, slowly, slowly. The girl didn't move. Except for her slow blink in return. And the creature padded over to her, pressing its nose into her side ever so gently.

The girl moved then, and only then. She reached toward her dragon and cupped her hands under its soft belly, lifting its small body to her own. She felt it put its head on her shoulder and she hugged it to her chest, and she was home.

#writing #short story #my work #dragons #writeblr #home #gonna add a bunch of tags just to see if anyone will actually read my junk haha #but seriously I'm three hours from home at the moment and have been pretty much alone most of the week and i'm BORED

[damienthepious]

okay at least one of y’all guessed Scattered so CONGRATULATION, FRIENDO. also. jesus fuck i’m sorry i keep doing this. ONE more chapter. ONE more. I think.

Scattered On My Shore (chapter 18)

[Ch 1] [Ch 2] [Ch 3] [Ch 4] [Ch 5] [Ch 6] [Ch 7] [Ch 8] [Ch 9] [Ch 10] [Ch 11] [Ch 12] [Ch 13] [Ch 14] [Ch 15] [Ch 16] [Ch 17] [ao3] [Ch 19]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla, Sir Damien/Rilla, Lord Arum & The Keep

Characters: Rilla, Lord Arum, Sir Damien, The Keep

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Pre-Relationship, (for the three of them. it’s established r/d), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Injury, Injury Recovery, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, (this will also be), Enemies to Lovers, (for damien and arum eventually lol), Mutual Pining, canon typical Arum ignoring feelings

Fic Summary: Strange things wash up out of the lake near Rilla’s hut, on occasion. But this monster… this monster is certainly the strangest.

Chapter Summary: The Lord of the Swamp has returned home! An exciting event for all who live there, certainly. Arum's humans want some assurance that he will still be safe, when they leave him to return to their own home.

Chapter Notes: There's some discussion of mental health, depression, and suicidal ideation in this chapter, mostly dealing with past events in the fic. Take care of yourselves! I love you! aaaaaa kinda freaking out we're so close to the end now aaaaaaaa im. not ready

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They stay an extra day. Just to be certain that the Keep's influence and healing are truly going to stick, Amaryllis says, but none of them are fooled.

Arum does not feel as if their time together is passing correctly; every moment feels distinctly present, his awareness heightened by their closeness and by the Keep's consciousness at his edges again, but time rushes past with the speed of a hunted hare. Arum does not know how to dig his claws into this day and make it stay, if only for a moment or so longer.

When they pull themselves from embrace in the late morning, they eat together again (as close by his side as the night previous, and Arum feels warm from his core). After, they explore the greenhouse more deeply, and Damien recites something that bounces such with clever rhyme that Arum can hardly keep up with the content rather than the form.

He takes them outside, then, because they are curious about the swamp itself, and because Arum cannot seem to deny them their curiosities. He cannot seem to, he does not want to- the fact that they wish to know his home is so intoxicating a realization that he can hardly prevent himself from gripping their hands and rushing to show them every single thing that they could possibly have an interest in.

The Keep opens the way, letting them out at the front, near one of the wider ponds, and-

And the noise strikes Arum first. Instinctively he spreads his arms, pressing Amaryllis and Damien behind himself, safe between his back and the Keep, and then he blinks and realizes what, precisely, he hears. What he sees.

His denizens. The assembled masses of the swamp, flocks and families all gathered on the water and among the low foliage and up in the branches, the venomous monkeys interspersed with brightly colored birds, egrets and lynxfish at the edge of the water, frogs and snakes and chittering rodents, every single beast with a touch of his Keep at its heart-

They have amassed here, outside his home, and their rustling feathers and trilling peeps and croaks and squawks, their hooting and scuffling all slowly die off as each one of them turns their gaze upon him.

And then, after that pause, that silence, the crowd erupts.

It is a decidedly cheerful eruption, but Arum still takes a step backward at the sudden noise, pressing the humans back with him as the denizens of his swamp give one enormous, celebratory noise.

Arum can feel the Keep behind him, all smugness and delight, and as the cheering begins to subside, a suspiciously familiar bird alights at to his left, its head tilted to fix him with bright, beady eyes.

"A-ah." Arum stares at the heron, and he hears Amaryllis give a stunned, breathy laugh behind him. "You- ah. What did I say… spread the word if you must," he mutters. "I see you took that instruction quite to heart, yes?"

The heron chuffs, and then preens as if distracted, and Arum laughs as well as the crowd fades back to silence entirely, staring up at him with obvious expectation.

"Er- they seem," Damien laughs nervously when Arum glances over his shoulder to meet the poet's eyes. "Rather- rather exuberant, I should say."

"I mean, yeah, but can you blame them?" Amaryllis adds.

"No, not at all, it is simply- I was not expecting-" Damien laughs again, and this time when Arum glances to check his expression the poet looks almost shy. "It is simply that… I am quite glad to know that you are so beloved, Arum."

Arum blinks, and then he glances back towards the creatures amassed, surrounding. He sighs, but- he cannot quite bury the wry smile that curls his mouth as he steps forward again, allowing his cape to billow behind him.

He waits for a moment, allowing the excited tittering to die back down after his movement, and then he straightens his spine.

"I suppose the lot of you were eager to see proof with your own eyes, rather than rumor on wing." He shoots a glance towards the heron, who makes an admirable show of puffing up its feathers with pride. "Well," he says slowly. "You may lay your fears to rest. I was separated from my purpose by treachery, kept distant by injury, but-" his voice fails, an unexpected hitch in his throat, and he shakes his head quickly. "But I- I am home. I have come home, and I will not be parted from it again. I- I apologize, for the length of my absence-"

He hears the humans behind him make simultaneous disapproving noises, and he shakes his head again.

"It was never my intention to be kept away for so long." He grits his teeth. "It was never my intention to be away at all. Though-"

He can feel the slight tickle of heat, the radiant warmth of the humans behind him, the safety of their presence at his back.

"Though I will admit that the distance has given me a rather inarguable dose of perspective . The Swamp of Titan's Blooms will be reassessing certain alliances and enmities in the near future," he says in a growl, "but- for the moment, it is sufficient that I am home. I will not be torn away again."

The heron cries out, and Arum attempts not to appear startled when the assembly of his denizens takes up the cheer in response. He manages, barely, not to allow his frill to flare. It ruffles at his neck instead, and he grumbles as the noise fades off again. The heron squawks a question as he is opening his mouth to continue, a pointed inquiry, and Arum bristles, but-

Well. The question is a fair one. Arum himself barely understands how this particular arrangement is even possible.

"These- they are-" Arum pauses. He swallows, and then he half turns to glance back towards the humans, and then he quickly turns his attention back to the front as the looks on their faces break through his control, causing his frill to flare partway. The assembled beasts shuffle, slightly, but they do not chitter or call through his brief silence, and he squares his shoulders. "Amaryllis and- and Sir Damien," he says. At the edge of his vision Amaryllis waves, the absurd, charming creature, and he feels Damien stiffen at the further attention. He inhales, and then he- he reaches back, opening his palms without looking behind himself again, and before he can harbor even a moment of doubt he feels their fingers twine with his own, and they step up beside him properly.

Where they belong, he thinks.

"They are… they are my… consorts," he tries, eying the pair of them, and Amaryllis raises an eyebrow with a wide grin. Damien flushes dark, which- is interesting. Worth revisiting at a later time. They do not seem… bothered, that he would claim them as his, however, so he exhales slowly and turns his gaze back towards the assembled creatures. "They are honored guests, under my protection. It was their efforts which allowed me to return to you as quickly as I have. It was their efforts which allowed me to return to you at all."

He pauses again, and the creatures titter with varying levels of excitement and confusion and enthusiasm, and Arum sticks his snout in the air.

"That will be all, then," he snaps quickly, turning as the Keep dutifully reopens a portal for the three of them. "This has taken rather enough of your time- and mine. This absence will not be repeated. Return to your homes and lives and all will be taken care of henceforth, good day."

Amaryllis and Sir Damien laugh rather enthusiastically in his direction once they are safely hidden within the Keep again. Arum attempts to maintain a dignified level of fury, but-

Wretched creatures. Amaryllis snorts into her hand and nearly doubles in half, and Damien makes a noise that approaches a squeak, and Arum cannot help but fall to laughter of his own as he gathers them into his arms.

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Amaryllis' expression begins to cloud over with concern partway through dinner, and Arum is wary from the moment he notices the change to the moment when she finally opens her mouth after the meal is done.

"So," she begins, and Arum attempts to stifle his instinct to bolt. "I wanted to… to talk to you about what happens after we leave," she says.

Arum ducks his head slightly, sighing.

"There is no cause for concern, Amaryllis," he murmurs. "I can apply some salves well enough on my own, and obviously you need not fear harm to your species from my hand, either. Provided no knights come traipsing through my swamp, that is," he says, gesturing lazily. "I have no interest whatsoever in returning to the same work that nearly killed me. As far as I am concerned, this war did kill me. I will not be dragged into it again."

Amaryllis winces. Damien's lips press tight together, and he squeezes Amaryllis' hand for a moment before she releases her grip on him, and shifts closer to Arum's seat instead. "That- that's kind of exactly what I wanted to talk about. Arum, I… I need you to tell me you're going to take care of yourself. That you're not-"

"I said, not moments ago, that I am perfectly capable of-"

"Not the injuries, Arum," she says quickly, and he pauses, narrowing his eyes. "I need to know that- that you're not going to hurt yourself if we're not here with you," she manages, and Arum feels his breath go shallow.

"Amaryllis," he says. "Don't- don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not," she says. "I'm worried about you."

"Absurd," he hisses, looking away. "I am home, entirely thanks to the pair of you. I should be the one worrying over you, going back into the wilds. I could not possibly be safer."

"From yourself?" Amaryllis says, her brow furrowed with worry. "Look, I- I know this is uncomfortable, Arum, but- but I know that you've tried to get Damien to- to-"

"What? Wh-what did you tell her?" Arum says, turning towards Damien, and he means to snap but his tone sounds more hurt than furious. Damien only sits, his hands clasped in his lap, his lips pressed tight together. "What did you say, knight?"

"He didn't tell me anything, Arum." She shakes her head, angling her body a bit more between them, leaning closer. "Nothing specific, at least, but I'm not stupid. I heard you goading him plenty of times, and he said you told him about your- your work before we left, and he said that if he killed you then, it wouldn't have been a slaying and really there's only one way to interpret that evidence-" she pauses, cringes, bites her lip. "You tried to get Damien to kill you."

Arum freezes, his mouth going dry.

"I don't know if it was because of guilt or- or depression or panic about the trip or what, but- but I already told you, Arum. I didn't put in all this hard work just for you to die. Just for you to throw all of it away-"

"I am home, Amaryllis," he manages in a whisper. "You brought me home. There will certainly be no reason for me to- to endanger myself now."

"No?" she says weakly. "There wasn't any reason for you to try to goad Damien into killing you back in the hut, either, Arum, but you did it anyway."

"I-" Arum glances away again, his hand flexing, but she reaches out and takes one of his hands, squeezing tight. His eyes flick to Sir Damien, sitting quiet though his worried eyes are fixed on the pair of them. "I- that was- different-"

"Different how, Arum?"

"I did not want you to endanger yourself for me, Amaryllis," he hisses, turning towards her with his tail thrashing. "You- you make the world less cruel, by your actions, your choices, your existence. The both of you. You try, if nothing else, and for you to leap to action and danger for my sake is- was-"

She stares up into his eyes, her hand clasped tight around his wrist, and he clenches his teeth and pretends that his throat is not aching.

"If helping me destroyed you, it would be the worst of cruelties I have inflicted upon this world. And I, Amaryllis, have inflicted more than my share of cruelties already."

"So you try to take yourself out of the picture instead? Arum-"

"The little knight did not bite when provoked regardless, so I hardly see how it matters," Arum growls, and in his periphery he sees Damien flinch, his head ducking.

Amaryllis' grip on his wrist tightens. "You do know that's not comforting, right? It matters because I- because we love you, and because if you die, Arum, you'll be dead. Even if you were trying to protect us in some roundabout way-"

Arum flinches, and she pauses, pressing her lips together for a moment as she visibly chooses a different phrasing.

"If you had managed to convince Damien to do it, it'd be cruel, first of all. He doesn't deserve that kind of guilt weighing on him. And second, again, you would be dead, Arum. You implied that you and the Keep exist in a symbiosis- what good would you be to it if-"

"Another would come after me," Arum hisses. "I am not the first, and I will not be the last. The Keep will always have a familiar, no matter my own mortal status."

"That-" Amaryllis makes a noise, small and uncertain. "I- okay. Okay, explain that. If you dropped dead right now, would the Keep just- generate a new familiar instantly? Would I be talking to your replacement in a minute flat?"

Arum flicks his eyes away again. "No. Don't be foolish, it doesn't work like that."

"Explain it to me, then," Amaryllis repeats. "Of course I don't know how it works, Arum. So explain to me why you would think that your death would be in any way an acceptable option."

"It- another familiar would be created, yes. They would require- time to grow, however. The Keep nurtures us from infancy. It would have a hatchling-"

"So," she says calmly, "obviously this is the preferred option. You can protect your home better than an infant could."

"But-"

"Would the Keep want you to die?"

Arum flinches again, twisting his body away from Amaryllis though he still will not pull his wrist from her grasp. The Keep gives a sharp, swift reply of its own, near discordant in its vehemence, and Arum ducks his head with a hiss. "N-no."

"I can tell you love the Keep, Arum," she says, more quietly. "I have to imagine that it loves you too."

"It-" Arum inhales, sharp and panicked, then exhales something like a laugh. "I-"

The Keep trills again, and then it reaches with gentle vines to grip a wrist on his other side, echoing the way Amaryllis is holding him. The contact is too gentle, and the feeling of the Keep's affection in his mind is too raw, too close, after so long missing the feeling. He closes his eyes, clenches his teeth together, and pretends not to feel his eyes heating, his throat constricting.

"Yes," he says in a whisper so low he is not confident that Amaryllis' ears will be able to discern it. "Yes, my Keep loves me." He swallows, then lifts another hand to grip the vine the Keep is holding him with. "It loves me," he repeats, a little more steadily, and if he refuses to open his eyes, then perhaps he need not acknowledge the wetness on his cheeks at all. "The Keep loves me, just as I love it."

Amaryllis makes a soft sort of noise, and Arum feels her hand- feels her thumb on his cheek, feels her gentle away the evidence of his ridiculous surplus of emotion. He waits until her hand retreats, and then he opens his eyes again with a sigh.

"You can protect the Keep and care about yourself too, Arum," she says quietly, and her own eyes are bright. "I just- I need to know you're going to be safe. I can't just leave, not knowing if I'm going to see you again-"

"If we are going to see you again," Damien adds gently, moving closer at last, arranging himself behind Amaryllis and reaching to brush his fingers down Arum's arm. "I know, Arum, that it is not so easy as to simply decide that the demons of one's own mind are conquered. It is not a matter of willpower alone- that is why we wish to speak of it."

"We want to help," Amaryllis says, her voice wobbling very slightly. "We want to understand what you're feeling, and we want you to know that we're here, and we care about you, and you matter to us. Even when we leave, even when we're away from you- you matter to us and it's important to us that you know that you matter, that you're not- you're not replaceable. Not to us."

Arum attempts to ignore the way his heart is racing, the way his eyes still feel too hot, and he finds himself failing when the Keep hums, vines embracing him as it echoes the sentiment firmly.

"I- I have- surely you understand that I have precisely zero intention of harming myself," he breathes, quick and harsh. "I do not want to die-"

It is only that sometimes, in the past, when he was exhausted past his means or when the creeping gray of his mind clouded him… it would have been so much easier. Only the Keep would mourn, and soon enough even it would be drawn past that grief by his replacement. Arum very rarely considered those thoughts, outside of those moments of darkness.

They are watching him, watching whatever must be playing out in his expression, patient and fond and worried, and Arum exhales very slowly.

"I do not want to die," he repeats, his voice coming steadier. "I… I can understand…" he sighs, ducking his head. "It is not unreasonable for you to… to concern yourselves. But I have been- I have been speaking with my Keep, since my return, and- and we will not be parted again, least of all by my own hand. I meant what I said, this afternoon, when I spoke to my subjects. If nothing else, my recent proximity to death has given me a rather jarring dose of perspective. I wish to live, to protect my home, to-"

Arum snaps his teeth together, stifling the words that wish to come next, but then-

His shoulders relax, and he allows a smile to curl his mouth. He need not hide such words. Not anymore.

"I wish to live," he repeats. "I refuse to die before I have loved the both of you as well as you deserve, and I imagine that will take rather a long time."

"Oh," Damien breathes, clinging to Amaryllis as she gives a watery sort of smile. "Oh, Arum- oh, my lily-"

Arum's breath catches, and Damien freezes, his jaw snapping shut in obvious mortification.

"Er- rather, that is- that was- rather presumptuous of me, of course-"

Arum presses forward, draping himself over Amaryllis as she yelps and cackles a laugh, pressing her back so that she and Damien both are trapped between Arum's chest and the cushions below, and then he nuzzles Amaryllis' neck, nuzzles past to press his snout into Damien's ear, nipping gently as he crowds closer, closer, warm and safe as he remembers again that they will not push him away, they will not scorn him.

By all the incomprehensibility of the Universe, they will claim him.

"My honeysuckle," he hisses into the crook of Damien's neck, and Damien gasps. "Mine- my love-"

It is wild, it is absurd, maddening, the things he is allowed- what they allow him-

Amaryllis laughs even harder, her hair falling into her face as she unconvincingly pushes at his shoulders. "You- you are such a-"

"I love you, my Amaryllis," he growls, and his heart swells as her breath catches too.

They have given him so, so much. They have given him everything.

He knows precisely the gift he intends to give them in return.\

~

The next morning dawns bittersweet, though the resplendent peach-and-gold of the sunrise does not appear to have been informed. The light pours warm through the portal when the Keep pulls it open to the very edge of the swamp, and Arum does not know how, precisely, to feel as he watches Amaryllis' posture stiffen and Damien's shoulders sag, when the reality of the parting strikes the three of them in the same moment.

The Keep presses wrapped packages into the humans's hands, bundles of supplies that should more than keep them fed until they reach some semblance of human civilization again. Arum suspects, but has not pried such to confirm, that the Keep has also stealthily added in portions of sweets, as well as other small gifts and trinkets, possibly some bunches of local herbs that it observed Amaryllis taking a particular interest in.

They tuck the new gifts into their packs, and Damien presses his lips together tight, flicking his eyes to draw down Arum's face, rather obviously committing his sight to memory.

"I don't…" Amaryllis sighs, and he and Damien turn their attention towards her. "I don't know how long it'll be before we can manage another trip like this," she says, frowning, and Damien presses a hand to her shoulder, his own expression going mournful.

Arum forces his expression flat, burying his nerves and his hope both. "It may not be so difficult as you think, to see each other again."

He's gratified when Amaryllis' eyes dart to him, surprise and skepticism on her raised brows.

"You better not be threatening what I think you are," she warns. "Magic healing or no, I do not wanna find out that you decided to take a big solo trip so soon after recovering, even if it means we get to-"

"I do not intend any such thing," he says mildly, suppressing the urge to grin, and he nudges the Keep in his mind to fetch his surprise. "Do you… trust me, Amaryllis?"

"Stupid question, Arum."

"Even if what I tell you will sound impossible?"

"Most of what you say sounds impossible," she hedges, narrowing her eyes.

"We love you," Damien says, a little tearfully, and Arum struggles to maintain his composure as the poet takes his hand, lifting it to press a kiss to his knuckles. "Of course we trust you."

Arum squeezes Damien's hand, and he knows his voice will tremble if he attempts to answer that, so he simply nods before he tugs Damien's hand to his own mouth to echo the gesture as Amaryllis rolls her eyes at the both of them.

"Good," he says eventually, when he knows his voice will come steady. "Good. Then- I have something for you."

"A present?" Damien smiles. "Oh, Arum-"

"I suppose you could call it that," Arum rumbles, looking away for a moment as the Keep deposits the bundle into his free arms. "Though, it is a rather self-serving gift, if anything," he adds in a murmur. "Here."

He hands Amaryllis the linen-wrapped ball of roots and soil, watching as she carefully cradles it, her eyes bright as she tilts her head to better see the dark brown sapling with the shining green and purple leaves sprouting small and fragile from the bundle.

"Arum, what-"

"Trust me," he says, and she shoots him a look, scowling though he knows- he knows that she will bury her curiosity for his sake. It will be worth it, he thinks, for the surprise. "Bring the plant home with you. Ensure that the soil is not lost- it is just as important as the flora itself. Place it somewhere it will be safe-" he pauses, breathes a laugh. "Perhaps you could find some room beside the Jungle Flame, out of sight of the kitchen window. If you can bear to clear the stack of notes cluttering the corner there-"

"Watch it," Amaryllis grumbles, and Arum laughs again.

"Give it a home," he says quietly. "Mix the soil provided with some from your own garden. Not too much- no more than half again. It will bloom quickly, when it is settled, and when it does-"

She tilts her head, calculation in her eyes as she commits his instruction to memory.

"When it does," he murmurs, "if you wish to see me again, all you need do is ask."

"If," Amaryllis snorts, and Arum ducks his head. "Yeah, dummy, if we wanna see you again- Saints you're ridiculous-"

"Oh, Arum," Damien murmurs, and then he- goes up on his toes and flings his arms around Arum's shoulders, embracing him tightly and pressing his face against Arum's neck. "Oh, I can safely assure you that my heart will ache with your absence the very moment we are parted, oh my lily-"

Arum returns the embrace, squeezing tight and lifting Damien fully off the ground, though he growls and glares at Amaryllis over the knight's shoulder. "And you call me ridiculous."

"You both are," she says, utterly fond. "I've got a type."

Arum laughs, and clings more tightly, and when Amaryllis steps close enough to grip his arm and kiss his cheek, it takes more strength than Arum knew he possessed to release the both of them from his grasp.

He does let them go, eventually, murmuring his affection close against their skin until they can no longer justify delay. He watches them leave, smiling despite the ache in his heart, despite the utter strangeness of being parted, at last, after so long beside them. He smiles, willing the Universe to grant them swiftness and safety.

The sooner they are home, the sooner he will see them again.

[->]

#elle's fanfic #the penumbra podcast #second citadel #rad bouquet #scattered on my shore #lord arum #sir damien #amaryllis of exile #the keep #aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[gffa]

THIS IS LITERALLY THE FUNNIEST GIF I HAVE EVER MADE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. I LAUGH AT IT EVERY SINGLE TIME. I THINK, OKAY, I’VE SEEN IT ROUGHLY EIGHT HUNDRED TIMES NOW I’M NOT GOING TO-- LOL, THE GENTLE WAY OBI-WAN JUST PUSHES ANAKIN’S FACE DOWN. THE WAY IT ALL HAPPENS IN SLO-MO. THAT’S IT, THAT’S THE MOMENT I LOSE IT EVERY SINGLE TIME. AND THEN THE GIF LOOPS AROUND AGAIN AND I’M DYING AND WAITING FOR OBI-WAN TO COME UP BEHIND ANAKIN AGAIN, I KNOW HE’S COMING  AND THEN THERE HE IS, SOARING PAST HIM, ANAKIN IS ALREADY AT THE HEIGHT OF HIS ARC, HE’S ALREADY FALLING BACK DOWN, OBI-WAN JUST USES HIM FOR MOMENTUM ANYWAY WITH THE GENTLEST, MOST INEXORABLE TOUCH TO ANAKIN’S FACE AND SHOVES HIM RIGHT DOWN AND TELL ME YOU DON’T LOSE YOUR SHIT AT THIS:

LOOK AT THEIR LITTLE LEGO FACES. THE SLOW BLINK OF HALF-LIDDED GAZE WHILE ANAKIN’S HEAD IS GOING DOWN IT IS LITERALLY THE FUNNIEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE AND I’VE SEEN DARTH VADER MAKE A CAPE OUT OF A LIZARD BIRD

LOL, GOD, IT’S THE FUNNIEST THING EVER

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obikin #lego star wars #i make myself laugh and that's all that's important

[autisticsidesau]

can we learn something about emile and remy’s friendship? how did they meet? -🦔

Apologies this took so long to answer lol we were kind of waiting until after the dee/remy/ableism introduction was over but here you go have fun reading this we sure had fun writing it ;)))

Warnings for: Unintentional Ableism, Panic attack

So dee and remy are coming home from their friday tradition of starbucks after school

And they find Virgil is in the kitchen with their mom Janet as they teach patton and emile how to make sufganiyot and hamantaschen

Remy and Dee walks into the kitchen and remy just freezes 

Total Gay Panic bc the cutest person they have Ever Seen is standing in the middle of his best friend’s kitchen

The kitchen gang hasn’t noticed Dee and Remy yet

So Remy turns to Dee and they quickly exit the room and remy cant s p e a k

 “Person.” “In kitchen.”  “Hot as fuck.”  “w h e e z e”

And dee is confused and then he realizes and starts wheezing and remy’s like “dude-”

Eventually Dee is like “Okay. Let’s go back. I’ll introduce you to the cute person in our kitchen.”

Cue more gay panic bc “Dee, I can’t just talk to them??”

Dee does Not listen to his friend’s pleas and they return to the kitchen

Now Dee has never actually met this person either, so he says “Hi. I’m Dee, Virgil’s twin. This is my friend Remy.”

And Remy hasn’t even talked yet and he’s already d y i n g /j

And the smaller one with the baggy grey cat hoodie who's making the hamantaschen perks up

“Hiiiiii!!! I’m Patton! I’m using he/him pronouns right now. And this is Rose!!” Patton gestures to a golden retriever with a vest saying “service dog: do not pet” that Dee and Remy didn’t realize was there. “It’s nice to finally meet you dee, Virgil talks about you and your guys’ moms a lot! Oh and this is my older sibling Emile! They use any pronouns.”

And remy is seeing stars as this cute kid looks up, gives an even cuter smile and an even cuter wave and remy is g o n e

Fortunately for him Dee steps in “it’s nice to meet you Patton, Emile.” 

Virgil: “We’re making sufganiyot and hamantaschen.” 

Dee nods as Remy asks: “What?”

And four autistic people proceed to infodump to Remy about what sufganiyot and hamantaschen is

Virgil and Dee greet each other like true siblings “hey loser” “‘sup dipshit”

Both moms: “swear jar”

Virgil makes a coin out of dough and straight up drops it in the swear jar

Like they’re baking with dough right? Like he just straight up makes a coin out of dough

cue dee being like "virgil!! its!! touching the coins!!"

bc dough is 100% a bad texture for dee

and them bickering but not really angry

So now remy is wingman-less and left to fend for his poor gay self

And so he just walks up to the cute person and their sibling

Remy: “so uh…. How do you guys… know...virgil?”

Patton: “Oh!! Well we share a lot a of classes and i invited them to our friend group-”

Remy: “You all go to the same school?”

Patton: “Yep!!! So do Logan and Roman!!! And emile too!”

And Remy’s looking at them like ??? bc they look completely “normal” except for the fact that Patton seems a bit energetic and has a service dog. But the other one- the cute boy- nothing looks wrong with him.

“Why?” Remy asks, before he can even consider if that’s a good idea.

Patton: “Why do we go to the same school? Oh me and Emile are autistic like Virgil and I also have adhd like Virgil!”

And okay, Remy can see that. Patton fits the idea of special ed in Remy’s mind. But the cute boy doesn’t.

So Remy then says to the cute boy- Emile his mind supplies- what he thinks is a compliment

Remy: “You don’t look autistic.”

*cue record scratch sound effect*

And everyone just turns

Because remy did you actually just say that???

And remy isn’t quite aware of what he just said 

And Emile looks up “Was that addressed to me?”

Remy: “Uh yeah?”

Emile: *inhale* “Ok. Ok, then. Patton?” 

Patton: “Yeah, Emile?”

Emile: “We’re leaving.”

Patton: “Ok. Ok sure. Uh Virgil?”

Virgil: “Yeah pat?”

Patton: “it’s been really fun hanging out but Emile and I need to go-”

Virgil: “Oh! No worries! See you guys monday or on the server?” 

Patton: “Oh yeah definitely!!! See ya!! C’mon Rose! Emile do you have your stuff?”

Emile: “yeah just a sec” 

And emile marches up to remy and just 

Emile: “I don’t care if you think that was a compliment, that was incredibly rude. Never speak that way to me ever again. Got it?”

And Remys just kinda standing there in shock like holy shit did that backfire badly

Remy: “yeah um yes, yeah. I got it.” 

Emile: “Good.”

Emile’s turning away and remy’s slightly panicking and running his hands through his hair because that was distressing. 

The door shuts and Patton and Emile are gone and suddenly Remy’s breath is coming in short sharp gasps

Remy faintly hears the words “Panic attack” and he can faintly feel someone’s hands guiding him to the couch and helping him sit down while another voice says to get him water

Remy returns to the present after god knows how long and finds a shiny weighted 1 foot lizard stuffed animal in his lap  

On either side of him sits one of the torres twins, Virgil is to his left chewing on one of those necklace things he always has and watching a video on his tablet with headphones on and squeezing a stress ball

On his right, Dee is clicking a fidget cube and reading Macbeth

Remy blinks a few times and Dee notices and immediately hands Remy the glass of water sitting on a wooden tray on the automan in front of him. 

Remy takes a slow sip and feels the roughness of his throat and numbness of his teeth as the ringing in his ears fades

Then he turns to dee making a vague gesture towards Virgil

Dee: “Oh Virgil’s fine he just needs a minute he got a bit freaked out watching you freak out”

Remy: “Oh.”

Dee: “It’s not your fault though don’t worry about it-”

Remy: “Dee?”

Dee: “Yeah?”

Remy: “I fucked up. I fucked up big time.”

[thotsforvillainrights]

Same person who asked that question thank you for answering though I feel a bit bad you paused in eating just to answer. Anyway I'd like a matchup if fine? I have a preference for guys and an immense love for animals, kickboxing, soccer, plushies, and videogames. I'm very introverted and have a hard time speaking up or being in crowded areas. I've been told I don't tend to show emotions outwardly well but I do try to make up for that by showing how I feel through actions or -1-

-2- by making stuff/gifts for the people I care about. I put others above myself and I would do anything for those I really care about. I enjoy psychical affection a lot and I can be a little clingy at times. Though I have some health issues that can cause varying amounts of pain in a majority of my body it also causes a bad sensitive to heat and for me to stutter or have to repeat words occasionally. Sorry I tried to keep it short but I tend to ramble. 

(Please don’t apologize! I’m here to write for yall!!!)

Match-Up #80 

I match you with Dabi!

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-I can hear the distant sound of a whip cracking while Dabi stares lovingly at you when he thinks you don’t notice him. He is absolutely whipped for you but there is no way in Hell that he will ever admit that. He just keeps his same old cocky expression of smugness. He’s like “No, can’t you see? Y/N is whipped for me, not the other way around.” Okay Dabi, whatever you say

-He takes note of your love for animals and offers to get a pet with you after you guys make it to the 2 year mark with each other. He only accepts Dogs, Cats, and Lizards. No turtles, fish, ferrets, birds etc. (Unless its a bird he can teach curse words to) Even after getting the pet he says it’s your responsibility and he doesn’t care for it. However, here he is getting  multiple supplies because the pet is his best friend now. He’s literally those memes about dads and dogs lol

-He’ll never understand the thing you’ve got going for soccer, but he thinks kickboxing is pretty badass. “Hey, you should learn some of that so you can protect yourself.” He says as he watches a boxing match with you from the comfort of your couch. 

-He doesn’t have all the money in the world, but he’s a villain. He does the 5 finger discount and steals you games along with small plushies. He doesn't tell you he steals them because he doesn’t want yo to already think worse of him. He doesn’t give a shit what other people think of him because your opinion matter more.

-He knows you’re an introvert. This works out pretty well for him since he’s a wanted villain. Avoiding large crowds is a must for both of you, and it makes for some pretty creative indoor dates. 

-He knows you have a hard time saying what you feel and he does too. This is why it’s essential you both display your affections through your actions. Dabi isn’t blind and he can tell just how much you love him by how you act towards him. He also knows this applies to other emotions as well. He can tell when you’re sad by the way your head hangs low, or the way yo purse your lips. He knows when you’re angry by the difference in your playful glares or threatening ones. he can tell you wanna...go at it by the way you smirk at him. He can tell you’re sleepy by the way your blinks slow down. He’s so attuned to you at this point 

-Keeps all the little gifts you give him. Carries the smallest one around in his jacket pocket when you two are apart

-He’s always annoying you abut your health and trying t make sure you are okay on a daily basis. (Also, don’t fret about your stutter because he finds it a little cute)

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#match ups #match up #dabi

[haikyuu-imagines-and-others]

Well, hello, beautiful *wink wink* I love you and your writing and wanted to request a Kageyama x reader. Plus, the reader is kinda tsun-tsun, but's just a bIG SOFTIE IN THE INSIDE. THANK YOU AND YOU ARE WELCOME.

LOL BOTH OF YOU ARE GONNA BE TSUN TSUN! How cute!!!! Thanks for requesting! - Admin Satori

Kageyama Tobio:

“Just… Just sit still, Tobio! You’re squirming too much!”

“It’s not my fault, _____, you’re the one that keeps moving around!”

“Only because your legs are so damn boney, they hurt my butt.” You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest and looking away from your boyfriend’s mix of irritation and embarrassment; The flush in his cheeks at the tips of his ears made his insulted aura just a little less intimidating.

Kageyama looked away from your pouting expression, crossing his arms over his own chest, leaning back a bit so he was able to actually cross them and not wrap them around you instead. It’d been such a normal day before you decided to sit on his lap, and now he didn’t know what to do with his hands, and he felt like his throat was dry, and his heart was beating way faster than it needed to. “Your butt is fine, big baby.” He muttered under his breath, still not looking at you, feeling as if his face was on fire as he suddenly realized what he’d said.

You were no better. You felt as if you were going to start melting with how warm you felt - embarrassment was what you were feeling, but you decided to take his comment as a compliment more than a dismissal of your whining. “You’re the big baby, Tobio.” Kageyama looked at you suddenly, his blue eyes showing how much of a challenge he was going to be if the two of you kept this up. “I mean… I’m a big baby…. But you’re the bigger baby.”

Slowly, you allowed your arms to wrap around his neck, your head looking at the ledge where his knees signaled the edge of your seat on his lap. Of course, you were only sitting on his lap because there was no space on the train. You knew he’d stand up and offer you his seat, had he noticed in the first place, but you wanted him to sit down two. Which now Brough the two of you to your current predicament. Overcoming your painful awkwardness for the next 30 minutes on the ride home.

No one was paying attention to you, but for some reason you felt as if all eyes were on you. Judging you for being so flirty, so cutesy with your adorable boyfriend. Which you couldn’t blame them - you were judging yourself just as hard. Why did you suddenly feel as if you were sweating through your clothing?

Your eyes traveled up from the edge of your seat to the face of who you were clinging to, reminding yourself that he was just as embarrassed and awkward as you were. Kageyama cleared his throat uncomfortably, but he slowly, hesitantly, laid his right hand on your thighs, his left hand wound around your back and resting on the outside of your left thigh. He didn’t want you to fall off of course. “Stop wiggling.” You puffed out your cheeks at him, wiggling your butt just a little to prove your defiance, and his cheeks bloomed with another blush.

“Tobio, trust me… If I could, I’d be sitting next to you, not on you.” Why were you suddenly defensive? This was your boyfriend you were talking to. Where were the gentle touches, soft whispers, the giggling, the butterflies making your speech sickly sweet? Nonexistent in this relationship. Your pride was on the line! You had a reputation to keep!

And while it had been a good excuse in the moment, as the next stop neared - people around you and Kageyama stood up from their seats to take their leave. Including the man beside the two of you. But Kageyama’s hands didn’t leave you. Didn’t make any move to push you off of him, or set you besides him.

In fact, the fingers of his right hand now delved between your thighs and held your right leg more comfortably. Thank God no one was around to see him holding you so close, so inappropriately. “Did you want to sit next to me?”

“S-Shu-Shut up.” You huffed, trying to hide the way your heart picked up pace when his hand squeezed your leg. Your arms still wrapped around his neck, you brought your face closer to his, resting your forehead against his jaw. A small, serene smile pushed its way through Kageyama’s embarrassment, a brief moment of clarity making his head cool and his heart slow.

Then you decided to be cute. Or at least, he thought that’s what you’d decided on.

Turning your head just the slightest, you pecked the soft spot under his ear, your nose nuzzling against the side of his jaw, making his hair stand on end - sending chills down his spine - his heart now leaping into his throat with both trepidation and joy at your affection. “___-_____!” He pulled his head away with wide eyes, feeling as if he were going to pass out from your sudden bold move. “What are you doing?”

A bright blush enveloped your entirety, and Kageyama wondered if your ancestors were chameleon lizards for just a second, before you were spluttering and leaning away from him. So far away, he was worried you’d fall, so his hand held your thigh just a little tighter, his other now resting against your waist so you didn’t topple off his lap. “A- uh.. I.. Um.. you know. whatever! It’s not like…. You’re annoy… What? I can’t?” You didn’t really have anything to say - caught up in his warm arms, completely forgetting the walls you had around yourself every waking moment. For just a second, you’d fallen into his trap, forgetting about your outward appearance, and forgetting what your boyfriend may think of you if only you’d give a little more affection now and then. “Whatever, Tobio! Don’t look too much into that because it won’t be happening again!”

“It won’t?”

You blinked rapidly, looking up at him with confusion in your furrowed eyebrows. Why did he sound disappointed? Did he actually like you giving affection? Internally, you were currently banging your head against a wall - of course he liked the affection! He likes you, doesn’t he? He wants you to love on him! You cleared your throat, a defiant pout coming to your lips as you looked away from his slightly hurt expression, “Well… Maybe… If I get something in return…”

Kageyama didn’t know what was being expected from him. The two of you had just recently started dating. Nothing super serious. Just a shared appreciation for the other - though the more time he spent with you, the more he realized just how much he actually did like you, and how much he craved your attention and affection…. Even if it made steam shoot from his ears in embarrassment. He didn’t know what you wanted from him.

Slowly, he leaned his head down, anxiety eating his insides, squeezing his heart as he went to place a kiss on your cheek as you continued to look away from him.

Then you turned your head.

Warm, soft lips against warm, slightly chapped lips. Your first shared kiss.

You pulled away with wide eyes, he doing the same. His cheeks erupted in a blush, and he looked away with a dark aura hovering over his being - he’d just taken something that wasn’t his. Without asking. If you were being honest, he kind of looked nauseous. “Sorry.”

“Tobio….” Your soft voice made him turn his attention back to you, the aura almost immediately dispersed before he felt his heart leap once more into his throat when he felt your arms tighten around his neck, bringing your face closer to his. He leaned back in the seat, bringing you with him in his movements. “Do it again….”

Kageyama gave you a curious gaze, not understanding why you couldn’t. But he had to fight against his nature. Kissing in public. Kissing with you on his lap. Kissing you. Kissing in general. It was brand new to him. You were his first. His first kiss. He’d given it to you by mistake, but he felt at peace with its placement. And now you wanted another. He didn’t know if his heart could take it. But he pushed his limits, he pushed his embarrassment out of mind before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours once more. Kageyama felt as if you breathed life straight into him, as if something as gentle as kissing you was something he’d been waiting for his entire life. “Soft…” He couldn’t help but comment, feeling your lips twitch in a smile before you were mumbling back against his lips.

“Creepy….”

“You’re creepy.” The small smile curling your lips now turned into a wide smile and you couldn’t stop the giggles escaping you. You didn’t know if they were from the embarrassment of kissing your boyfriend for the first time, or if it was from the carefree back and forth the two of you managed to pick up every time the conversation turned comfortable. But it felt amazing, and you wanted more.

#admin Satori #haikyuu!! #haikyuu!! scenario #Kageyama Tobio #fluff

[cupcakeshakesnake]

Watching The Pilot for the first time

Series 10, here we go.

-The first episode of Series 10.  So we could say this is the...  PILOT episode

-I’m sorry. That joke doesn’t work, I know.

---Spoilers ahead!---

-Ooh, is this Bill’s theme? I like it?

-TARDIS!!

-Why is it out of order though...

-Oh my god he has a photo of River Song on his desk ;-;

-And oh god is that Susan

Sonic screwdrivers! Did he keep all his sonic screwdrivers after all this time?

-The guitar again!

-Two minutes in and I’m already losing track of the dialogue

-Fifty years... So the Doctor’s been laying low again, has he?

-”Poetry, physics, same thing.”  You know what, I bet he didn’t even get hired through the normal procedure, he just walked in one day telling everyone he was the new professor, or even an old professor who left and decided to return, and he just bullshitted his way through any and all obstacles he came across during his stay

-”How is it the same?”  “Because of the rhymes.”  Let’s see,  poetry  physics  Yep, doesn’t rhyme.

-Oh Doctor...

-”I don’t care who’s dying, never ever be late, I’m very particular about time.”  Says the guy who was twelve years late when he said five minutes once.

-”Doctor what?”

-*cue changed intro logo DOCTOR WHAT*

-Okay, the intro visuals seem to have changed a little, but the melody sounds unchanged.

-OH SHIT IT’S MOFFAT

The inside of his coat is blue now?

AKA the pain of frame-by-frame or stopmotion animation

-Is Moffat trying to get us scared of slowmotion

-I feel like the students are very confused as to what to take notes of

-”Time And Relative Dimensions In Space, in means life.”  I thought your granddaughter made that up?

-BILL BE QUIET WHEN YOU’RE SNEAKING

-SNEAKING IS SUPPOSED TO BE QUIET

-There we go.

-WHAT THE

-NOPE

-I don’t like background music, it says jumpscare music

-It’s scary music

-Thank goodness, no jumpscares

-SCARY MUSIC AGAIN

-WHAT THE FUCK

-WHAT THE FUCK

-WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

-MOFFAT’S NOT TRYING TO GET US SCARED OF SLOW MOTION, HE’S TRYING TO GET US SCARED OF PUDDLES

-Aw, she gave him a Christmas present

Look at those poor paper crowns trying to hold all that hair omygosh

-”With some people you can smell the wind in their clothes”  I guess it’s supposed to be more philosophical, but for me that reminds me of how people have the cold air around them when they just came in from outside.

-R.I.P. Bill’s mom.

-”But if someone’s gone, do pictures really help?”  That glace he makes at the photos on his desk.  At his wife and granddaughter.  That, is just heartbreaking.

Hey, Moffat, do you have a heart, because you’re breaking mine with fictional photographs

the FUCK

-So the Doctor, took a picture of the mother, of a student that he is currently teaching, back when said student wasn’t even born?

-Eyyy he’s using the rug

-But did he really tilt the Tardis himself to put a rug under it?  I mean, it’s incredibly light compared to its actual size, but it’s still a phone box. Sure, if someone ran at full speed and slammed their body against it that might give it a good jolt or even make it fall over but...

-There’s something deeply unsettling about that girl’s stare

WHOA BITCH

-REMIND ME TO NEVER STEP IN EVERY PUDDLE THAT I SEE EVER AGAIN

-Well the Doctor certainly knows how to escape silently...

His clothes are blue now!

-You’re blue now! That’s my attack!

-Cue Twelfth Doctor theme, woohoo!

-”Why do you run like that?”  “Like what?”  “Like a penguin with its ass on fire.”  “Ergonomics.”  Human factors and ergonomics (commonly referred to as HF&E), also known as comfort design, functional design, and systems,[1 is the practice of designing products, systems, or processes to take proper account of the interaction between them and the people who use them. (Source: Wikipedia)

-PAHAHAJHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

-BEST LINE TEN OUTTA TEN

-I’VE BEEN LAUGHING FOR THIRTY SECONDS NOW

-Ahahahahaha hah ahahaha ha ha

-Brilliant.

What’s with the burn marks on the ground

-”Do you know any scifi?”  “Bitch, I AM scifi.”

-Possession usually has to do with fantasy or horror, not scifi...

-”There’s this thing on Netflix. Lizards in people’s brains.”  First Pokemon, now Netflix. BBC REALLY doesn’t care.

-What’s the show though, it sounds interesting.

-” So, you meet a girl with a discolored iris and your first thought is she might have a lizard in her brain? I can see I'm going to have to up my game.“

-Doctor Who dialogue just gets better and better

-Actually, you can sorta see your face the ‘right way’ if you align two mirrors together so they’re perpendicular. The middle line might stand out, but you’re looking at your face the way anyone else sees it. The elevator in my apartment building has three reflective sides, so I can see my ‘right’ face quite often. I just have to stare at a corner of said elevator.

-They’re finally getting to the burn marks, thank you.

-”Tutorial's over, take the night off. It's all cancelled. Go and be a proper student. Texts, snogging, a vegan wrap.” How does any of that make me a proper student

-”Oh, it's just some freak optical effect. I'm bored already.”  Like hell you are

SHIT

-IT’S NOT FUNNY LAPIS

-oh shit she’s alone in the flat

You could’ve gone to the kitchen and grabbed a knife

-But then, an umbrella is bigger and easier to wield and is great at deflecting water, so, not bad I guess

-Well I’m still getting myself a knife

-That’s it, I’m sitting in front of the monitor with a kitchen knife in my hand

-WHOA BITCH

DON’T BLINK.

-oh shit

-OH SHIT

-OH SHIT

-DON’T SAY HELLO TO YOUR POSSESSED GHOST FRIEND

-OH GOD THIS IS MIDNIGHT ALL OVER AGAIN

IT’S MIDNIGHT AND WATERS OF MARS ALL OVER AGAIN

-WHOA HIT

-shit shit shit shit SHIT

-EYY BIGGER ON THE INSIDE MOMENT

-EYY THE BIT FROM THE TRAILER

“Well, that’s a first...”

-So the Tardis does have a bathroom. After all these years. After FIFTY-FOUR years, the BBC finally gives us the answer no one really asked for but everybody kind of wanted anyway.

-”Human alert, do you want me to repel her?”

-”Oh, my God! This isn't just a room, is it?”  “No, it's not just a room.”  “This is a lift!”  “...wELL oKAY tHeN”

-”It’s bigger on the inside than it is on the outside!”  “Heh-hey! We got there!”

-HahAhahahaha

-”Well, first you have to imagine a very big box fitting inside a very small box. Then you have to make one. It's the second part people normally get stuck on.”

-Of course, one could always scumple the big box and stuff it inside the small box, but then, the big box wouldn’t be big anymore, would it?

-”If it had work to do, why would it lie around in a puddle?”  “I don't know. Maybe it's a student?”  So it’s too afraid of life and consequences and generally overwhelmed by the looming weight of its duties to get itself to do anything?

-Wait, is the the room Bill followed them into earlier?

-RUN

-IT’S A BANSHEE AS WELL AS A MIDNIGHT CREATURE AND A WATER MONSTER

ah yes the three primary colors (not to mention Misty from Pokemon)

-You’re escaping from a water monster and you went to a beach, good idea, 10/10.

-”Have we traveled in time?”  “No, we traveled to Australia.”  That’s also a first.

-Bill, you can’t just drink from the bathroom sink!

-”Can I ask you a personal question?”  “No!”  “Can I anyway?”  “...Yes.”

-”If you're from another planet, why would you name your box in English? Those initials wouldn't work in any other language!”  THANK YOU BILL  THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BRINGING THAT UP

-Well, that wasn’t exactly a shark, but thanks for proving the point, Heather.

-”Hunger looks very like evil from the wrong end of the cutlery. Or do you think that your bacon sandwich loves you back?“  In case you’re trying to start a vegan argument with this, no offense but your broccoli doesn’t love you back either.

-So that’s why the episode is titled ‘The Pilot’.

-Also, now that Bill’s found a puddle here, they better rUN THE FUCK AWAY.

wHAT THE FUCK

-Nope nope nope nope nope

Heyyy it’s the old sonic!

-The Fourth Doctor’s sonic, to be precise.

-Soooo did BBC make some new props for this episode or did they keep all the screwdrivers from the sixties and on

-”Hey John, while you’re throwing out those old props, would you mind putting these sonic screwdrivers in the recycle bin?”  “Nah, let’s keep them, they don’t take up a lot of space. Besides, we might need them again some decades later.”  “Good point.”

-OH SHIT THEY RAN INTO A BUNCH OF DALEKS

-ON PURPOSE

-Twelve: “We’ve got this annoying creature on our tail, let’s try to shake it off by running through a ton of Daleks.”  Ten: “What went wrong with you”  Eleven: “What happened to me”

WHAT

-THEY’RE FIGHTING DALEKS??

-Yep, it’s not going well for those lot

-”EXTERMINATE!”  “Exterminate!”  “EXTERMINATE!”  “Exterminate!”  yeah you two do that and be friends while we run away thank you

-It’s like the Doctor isn’t even taking the Daleks seriously anymore

-”YOU ARE AN ENEMY OF THE DALEKS!”  “lol what else would i be”

-Daleks have stormtrooper level aim now. gg BBC, gg

Tbh that’s even freakier than a normal dalek eyestalk

-BANSHEE, MIDNIGHT MONSTER, WATER CREATURE AND DALEK

-MOFFAT’S HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE ISN’T HE

-Oh wait, this is only the first episode, does that mean  Moffat hasn’t even started yet

-Is he planning to give heart attacks to all of us

-”The last thing she said to me. She promised she wouldn't leave without me.”  And now my heart’s breaking

-shit shit shit shit shit

Ehhh it’s okay Moffat, I didn’t need that heart anyway lol

-”That's the Doctor for you. Never notices the tears.“  Never acknowledges his own tears either...

-”Yeah, because I think you're going to wipe my memory. I'm not stupid, you know. That's the trouble with you. You don't think anyone's ever seen a movie. I know what a mind-wipe looks like!“  THANK YOU BILL

-”Imagine, just imagine how it would feel if someone did this to you.“  They just HAD to put Clara’s theme in there, didn’t they?

-All slowed down and more tragic

-And they HAD to make the Doctor sound like he’s holding back tears

-*distant crying noises*

“Shut up.”

“You shut up as well.”

-Someone fucking end me

-Come to my house and stop my sinful hands

-I am allowed too much power

-*ahem* Anyway

-Did the Doctor just leave for a hundred years to mull this over and come back to the present

-”It means, what the hell.”  That’s a first, AGAIN.

-I love that theme at the end!

-Oh boy I can’t wait for more episodes, they all look so exciting--

nOOO

iS THAt john simm

-WhAT tEh FUcK

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[anodyne-sunflower]

Love me like you do (Part 2)

A/N: Okay, here y'all go. Nothing too exciting, just moving shit along. Again, there isn’t too much plot because this was only meant to lead to smut lol so, forgive me if you wanted something more haha.

Masterlist

****

This king or whatever he was stared down at you, expression unreadable. It felt like forever to you though, and his gaze only grew curious as your eyes met. You shifted a bit, feeling nervous under his heavy glare until he scoffed. He gracefully turned, walking passed you as if you were a simple burden to him.

“Get rid of her.”

You followed his form, entranced by his long black cape as it glided along the floor. There was something about him that just captured your attention, and if it wasn’t for the hands grabbing your forearms you were sure you’d be stuck ogling him all day.

“No wait! Hey!”

The soldiers lifted you harshly from the ground, practically dragging you down the hall along with their master. Something inside you told you to fight, knowing wherever you were headed it might lead to death. You kicked your legs around, shrugging one of them off you and using that freedom to shove your fist forward into his face. The soldier hunched back, cupping his injured cheek and growling at you. The others behind you held their guns up, aiming them straight at you, ready to fire at any moment if the order came. In this moment though, you didn’t care. As far as you were concerned, there was only two options before you. Die fighting, or simply die, and you were never one to sit down and take it.

You lifted your knee and hit the other in the crotch, finally gaining your freedom from their grasp. It took a moment for the others to react, and you used that time to run straight ahead, not missing the amused look their master had.

As you passed him by the world around you slowed, and you felt all your limbs go heavy. Running was nearly impossible, and the sound of your heart beat slowing was the only thing you felt you could focus on.

Footsteps neared you, and as you slowly turned your eye towards the sound you saw him again. His chiseled features came into your peripheral, and you tried to speak but he just smirked at you as if he knew the fear that was in your heart.

“Much like a trapped little bird, wishing to gain your freedom. So close…”

He lifted his hand up, tracing your jawline with his fingertip before he stepped back. Your body began to float in mid air, making you gasp in surprise. Whatever he was doing to you, it was working. Because all your bodily functions just seemed to halt. Breathing was becoming difficult, and as you drew in your strangled breath he waved his hand around, saying something you couldn’t quite understand before the world went dark again.

“Lord Balem…?”

Balem casually walked around you, eyeing you up and down before he dropped your lifeless body to the ground. He had to admit, for an earthling you were far more brave than he expected.

“Take her to my chambers.”

The soldiers exchanged confused glances, not really understanding why their lord would care to have an earthling around. It seemed such a waste of a commodity for him.

At the lack of action, Balem’s jaw tightened, and he glared at his soldiers before barking out his frustration.

“GO!”

The soldiers panicked at his sudden rage, and they all rushed forward, one of them hoisting you over his shoulder, bowing to his lord before he ran off down the hall towards Balem’s chambers.

****

Light flooded the room, and you groaned softly as you blinked your eyes open. They felt heavy with exhaustion, and as the rays of light fell over them you turned away, rubbing at your lids.

“What happened…?”

“Ah, you’re awake. Fantastic. Lord Balem will be pleased to hear that.”

A squeaky, high pitched voice rose you from your half asleep state, and you quickly jumped from the bed, your legs hanging over the edge as you caught sight of a small man. His hair was white, and his face looked rather odd for a man. Then again, after seeing a talking lizard this seemed pretty vanilla to you.

“Who are you?”

The man bowed, giving you a cheeky smile as he introduced himself. “Mr.Night. Lord Balem has requested I look after you.”

“Lord Balem?”

Your thoughts wandered back to the man in the hallway, with his long black cape, and handsome features. It was safe to assume he was who this person was referring to.

“Where am I?”

Mr.Night just grinned, grabbing a pile of clothing as he placed it before you on the bed. “In Lord Balem’s ship. Right next to the Jupiter refinery. He has requested you wear this, seeing as how-”

He looked you over, a disgusted look on his face as he gestured towards your tattered clothing. “How your current garments are not quite fine enough.”

You furrowed your brow at him, already annoyed with his presence. They kidnap you and then insult you? How charming, you thought.

“I need to get back home.”

Mr.Night chuckled at that, shaking his head as he began to walk towards the doors. “You’re Lord Balem’s. Only he can decide what happens to you.”

#balem x reader #balem abrasax x reader #balem abrasax