#i just think she's so neat and i love the flick she does

[bunnylovesani]

Daddy Issues 2

Content Warnings: MDNI, oral sex (m receiving), p in v sex, creampie, both soft and mean dom ani, praise kink, degradation, kinda dubcon, pretty much porn no plot

WC: 2.3k

Filled with so much joy at his admission of love, you turn to face him- leaping onto his lap and kissing him all over. You toss off the panties that were dangling at your ankles and grind over his work trousers.

“Keep these on.” You point at his suit pants while you unbuckle his belt, the sound of the clinking filling you with excitement. The smirk is wiped clean off your face when his dick springs out of his boxers and causes your chest to involuntarily tighten. The tip is blushed pink and glistening with arousal, sitting prettily atop his thick base which sprawls with swollen veins. You salivate when you notice how it reaches beyond his belly button and curves up just a little- neat blonde curls surrounding the base.

You don’t want to be cliche and whine about how it’s not going to fit- but seriously, how was that going to fit? You pensively reach out to wrap both your hands around his shaft, eyebrows furrowing when they aren’t nearly enough to cover the entirety of his manhood.

“Don’t you worry about that, sweetheart. I’ll make sure you can take it nice and easy.” His smooth voice fills the room, anticipating that you would be apprehensive about his size.

“O-okay Ani.” You murmur, big doe eyes staring up at him as you drop to your knees to observe him better. He shuffles about, pushing his hips forward and resting his hands on the back of his head.

Deciding to be brave, you take all of him in at once, bobbing your head lightly as you do your best to please him.

“Relax baby, I’ll love anything you do.” He mumbles supportively and your heart warms as spit pools in your mouth, gushing all over his cock. After you’ve got it sufficiently wet, you pump him with one hand and focus on the tip, sucking and flicking your tongue across it until you elicit sharp moans and groans from his perfect mouth.

Just as you’ve worked up a tempo, you hear Anakin’s distinctly shrill ringtone going off.

“Fuck…it’s Leia. She might be coming home, I need to answer this baby.” He checks his phone screen and scrunches up his face. “Just hold on a second.”

You scowl as he answers the call- he just couldn’t wait, could he? You were going to make him regret that. With an evil smirk, you licked a stripe up his shaft as his eyes widened and his hand attempted to bat you away. You grab him by the wrist, holding it down as you began sucking his cock sloppily- the fervent slurping noises coming from the act no doubt drawing Leia’s attention.

“Aah, no it’s nothing honey, I’m just- uh eating my dinner. Yeah, I made soup.” He shoots daggers at you with his stern expression- but his mouth is open and his eyebrows raised so you know he’s loving it.

“Alright darling, I’ll see you tomorrow. Yea…ah yea, good night!” He chokes out, hanging up as soon as the last word leaves his mouth. “You dirty little girl. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

You shake your head innocently- as best as you could with his dick down your throat.

“She was just checking up on me, she thinks I’m a lonely, old man. If only she knew her best friend was here drooling all over my cock.” He rasps smugly and you feel your cheeks burning with arousal and shame as you come up for air.

“Oh don’t you dare stop now, sweetheart. You really thought I was gonna let you get away with that? Put that pretty throat of yours to good use and choke on my cock. Now.” He commands, grabbing you by the nape of your neck and pushing his dick past your wet lips. You wince at his change in demeanour but feel yourself tingling with excitement at the harsh words.

He fists your hair with a firm grip as he bobs you up and down his length, using you like a toy as you moan and whimper, eyes watering at the sensation of your throat being fucked raw.

“Just like that baby, suck daddy’s cock just like that.” He groans with increasing intensity. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna, ah- hey, why’d you stop?”

He looks down at you disapprovingly as you wipe the spit smeared all over your face off and get up from your knees.

“I can’t make you cum just from that. Old guy like you probably can’t go more than once.” You hum, wondering if your provocation had the desired effect.

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrow and glares at you amusedly. You stare at him with such innocence that he can almost picture a halo above your glowing angelic face. Anakin picks you by the thighs effortlessly, before throwing you over his desk- flipping you around and pressing his cock against your ass.

“Oh my God Ani, what are you doing?” You gasp as he places his broad hand on your lower back, pushing you so that your tummy lies flat against his cold oakwood desk.

“You’ve clearly only ever been with little boys if you think that one of them” He lines himself up with your dripping entrance. “could fuck you better than me.” He hisses as he slides in seamlessly, grabbing your arms and folding them behind you.

“You think I’m too old to handle a little brat like you?” He sneered, refusing to show his pleasure as you sniffled and whined. “Oh I’ll show you how old guys fuck. But I don’t want to hear you crying that it’s too much. You asked for this.” And with that, he slammed himself all the way in, going back on his earlier promise that he would make it easy for you.

You whine at the intrusion, aches of stinging pleasure ripping through you in such a way that you could’ve sworn he was fucking your brain and not your pussy.

“You’re fine, stop whining and take it.” He pounds into you repeatedly, digging his fingernails into your hips as he moves you into him; the room filled with the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin, wet squelching reverberating around his office as you clawed the wooden surface.

You lift your head up weakly and notice the framed photo of you and Leia resting on the corner of the desk and you let out a needy moan at the sight- heart warmed at how obviously he valued your presence in his life. You couldn’t believe your fantasies had finally come true- you’d dreamt about being bent over his desk and pummeled into oblivion a million times but now that your fantasy was a reality, you were overwhelmed with emotion and pleasure.

“Fuck sweetheart, you’ve absolutely drenched me in your cum.” He lets out a low moan. “Wanna do it again?” You nod, whining pathetically.

“Anything for you baby.” He reaches round and starts rubbing circles into your sensitive clit.

A new ripple of sensitivity overtakes you and you swear you can feel every ridge, every vein, every square inch of his cock- deep in your guts. You lean into his big-knuckled hand, allowing his fingers to bring you closer to your climax as he continues pounding into you, flesh smacking loudly and sending you into a cock drunk stupor.

“Please daddy, fill me up.” You whimper. “I need to feel you fuck your cum into me.”

“Oh my sweet little fucked out whore.” He grunts roughly and slams into you one last time, bringing you up and wrapping his arm around your chest as he fills you with cum. Your walls flutter around his cock, clenching as you throw your head back in euphoria and join him in climaxing.

“Fuckin’ love it when you cum all over my cock.” He grumbles quietly to himself.

“Wow Ani, that was -ah!” You squeak in surprise as he throws you over his shoulder and slaps your ass.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He growls and carries you upstairs to his bedroom, where he tosses you onto the mound of fuzzy white pillows piled on his bed.

“But-“

“No buts. I said I didn’t want to hear any whining, didn’t I?” He stares at you hungrily, towering over the bed. “Now lie back and spread your legs.”

You comply with his command timidly, unfurling your thighs slowly to reveal your dripping cunt, leaking with his seed.

“Now that is a sight to behold.” He crawls in between your legs, admiring the dishevelled mess that was your body. “Let’s get this back in, shall we?” He takes two of his fingers and scoops up the trickling cum, pushing it back into your sore entrance. Your mouth gapes open in scandal and your chest burns with a renewed desire.

“Fuck. Please Ani, I need you.” You panted miserably, as if not being filled with him in that moment was a fate worse than death. Being the gentleman he was, Anakin wasted no time lifting himself and pushing into you once more. You struggled to catch your breath and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as torrents of pleasure consumed you. Anakin’s smirking face floated above you, admiring how responsive you were being to him.

“The way you’re reacting you’d think I was torturing you.” He grinned as his eyes flashed brightly. “Bet you’d like that though, wouldn’t ya? Bet you’d love your daddy to fuck you senseless until you’re begging for me to stop because it’s too much. But I wouldn’t.”

The filthy words that came out of his mouth rendered you speechless; you’d never imagined Leia’s dad could be so freaky.

“You’re taking it so well f’me darling.” He lowered himself and whispered in your ear as he pulled his length all the way out, tip kissing your entrance. “Daddy’s so proud of you sweetheart.” He cooed before slamming himself all the way in, rings of cum coating his cock and splattering all over your inner thighs.

“Give me your hand baby.” He takes you by the wrist and rests it on your lower tummy. “You feel that? That’s my dick rearranging your guts.” You glance down and see the bulge coming into view deep within you, blushing profusely.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Aw, are you shy? Even though you were begging for my cum a minute ago?” He mocks you cruelly as you feel the tip of his cock brushing against that spongy spot deep inside you, acutely aware your orgasm was drawing near.

You cover your face with your hands bashfully but he bats them away in an instant and pins your arms down.

“You weren’t so timid when you were climbing my lap and begging me to fuck you earlier. What’s gotten into you now, huh? My cum slut is quiet all of a sudden. Did I finally succeed in shutting you up? What a fucking miracle.” He spat, stuffing your pussy full as his deep, hasty strokes grew sloppier.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He wraps his hand around your neck and locks his eyes with yours in an intense gaze.

“Mm fuck, yours daddy, it’s yours! This pussy belongs to you!” You let out a sweet little cry as a grin spreads across his handsomely weathered face. “Mmm Ani please!” You sobbed, right on the edge.

“What is it, princess? I’ll give you anything baby.” He whines softly.

“Please let me cum daddy, I need it so badly it hurts!” You choke out a stifled mewl.

“Do you want me to pump another load into you?” He jibes condescendingly, his lips curling into a smug smile. “Why should I?”

“Please daddy! Please let me have it, didn’t I suck your cock like a good girl?”

“That’s right, you were such a good girl for me baby- cum for daddy. Go on honey, let go for me.” He encourages you as he snaps his hips forward even harder, cock throbbing and threatening to spill at any moment.

“Ani, g- gonna cum-” You let out one last squeal as pleasure pulsated through you in an explosive release, reducing you to a trembling, sobbing mess. The sight alone almost brought him to tears as he bottomed out inside you, releasing everything he had to give and filling you up once again.

After a moment of catching his breath, he pulls out and you both glance down to observe the mess you’d made; layers and layers of cum were hanging off his pubes in gooey strings, your inner thighs were coated in your juices and the bedsheets were utterly ruined.

“What was that you were saying about me being too old to fuck you properly?” He sneers, lifting you and taking you into the bathroom while you lowered your head in shame - you couldn’t have been more wrong. He turns the shower on and checks the temperature is alright before guiding you inside.

“Oh baby, you’re shaking.” He notices and holds you around the waist to keep you up. “Was that okay? Was I too harsh?”

“No Ani, it was perfect. You were perfect.” You sigh contentedly.

“You know I don’t mean any of the stuff I said, it just comes to me in the heat of the moment- i-if you don’t like it then please tell me and I’ll never say it again-“

“Ani, quit rambling. I’m yours to do with as you like.” You gaze into his blue eyes, once glazed over with lust but now beaming with love.

“I love you so much you don’t even understand.” He murmurs gently as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.

“I’m the only one who understands.”

Part 1

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[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

PLEASE I need more punknoir headcanons if you have any I LOVE these I LOVE those two <333

(If youre comfortable with it any first kiss HCs?? I would LOVE to see your thoughts)

Oh I HAVE SO MANY SO MANY CUTESY STUFF and also I do have a First Kiss HC!! But this is long as hell so I'll probably post that set of HC next!

Thanks for this :) !

A LONG-ASS LIST OF FLUFFY-ASS PUNKNOIR HEADCANONS

Peter is actually REALLY good at rubix cubes now, especially after Gwen introduced him to speed-solving. He does it as a (slightly-nervous) habit now

Since the rubix cube was invented in 1974 - and Hobie is from 1978 canonically - he is ALWAYS picking up new ones and new designs from his universe to give to Peter

Peter loves them a lot and always keeps one on him, just for boredoms sake

Hobie always chuckles when he hears the sound of Peter clicking away on his rubix cube in the next room

They're both HARDCORE night owls

It's never really 'sunny' in either of their universes, because - one is noir and the other is London

But even then, they like to stay sleep in when they can, and Hobie will keep Peter in bed as long as possible, panda-hugging him like a sloth in the mornings

Their love language is sharing things - it's like words of encouragement, acts of service, and receiving gifts all in one

Hobie and Noir aren't the type to buy many things, or need anything to be brand-new, so books become their way of being with each other always

Noir likes to scribble neat notes in the margin in grey pencil, while Hobie covers his in bright post-its covered in sharpie and hi-lighter.

They've read each of each other's favorites, and always treat each other's books with care. Hobie introduces Peter to so many newer publications his world doesn't have yet, meanwhile Peter finds Hobie the best out-of-print or even non-destroyed books, copies that were destroyed in facist book-burnings in Hobie's world.

They kinda have an anarchist collection and archive at Peter's place

Being with Noir is one of the only times Hobie is super quiet

Hobie loves to listen to the rain at Peter's place, or listening to the scratchy 30's radio playing in the next room. He loves closing his eyes to the crackle of Noir's vinyls, or the sound of Peter typing away on his typewriter as Hobie lays on the couch

Even when Noir is at his place, it's a peaceful kinda quiet

Hobie lives on a canal-boat, so no rent, and no landlord, which Peter loves. And on foggier London nights, he and Peter can float the boat out on the river, sitting in the fog together

Hobie introduces Peter to a lot of new music

His favorite in Hobie's collection is Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, and any other operatic, classical style rock.

They're pretty low-key about their relationship. They're not hiding it, they're just not that big on PDA outside of hand-holding and cheek kisses

But they're still very intimate in public in a different way. Hobie and Peter always asks each other for their opinion in front of others. Peter is always acting chivalrous towards Hobie, and Hobie always speaks highly of Peter.

They may not be making out in public, but their own version of PDA could be just as subtle and sweet, even down to Peter adjusting Hobie's pins, making sure the words are facing up

Or Hobie flicking a piece of colored lint off of Noir, or leaving small bright, collage-style origami for him

It take's Gwen maybe a couple weeks to catch on

She can tell Peter and Hobie are like IN SYNC, like spot on with each other. And that they crash at each others places a lot, but she figures maybe they're just planning some anarchist stuff together

Besides, Noir isn't all that romantic - especially compared to other Peters. He and Felicia don't have that complicated history, and MJ is a friend (i think). So it doesn't really occur to her

Until one day her, Hobie, and Noir are hanging out at Hobie's place and she notices Noir already knows where everything is

Noir knows exactly how Hobie likes his records to be put back, or how much sugar Hobie likes in his coffee and tea

And she's like 'lol u guys are like soulmates'

and Hobie just goes 'glad u noticed.'

and Gwens like 'WAIT'

Peter unironically calls Hobie his 'lover'

Hobie ironically and teasingly calls Peter his 'lover' (he usually sticks with partner, but often goes with boyfriend if he knows it'll get a reaction *ahem* Miguel *ahem*)

They bond over the mutal feeling of 'what the fuck is this technology bullshit' A LOT

Neither one has a proper smartphone (ever since they learned about Siri they call phones wiretaps)

Noir only uses a typewriter and says screens hurt his eyes and the most technologically advanced thing Hobie with entertain is an arcade cabinet or MAYBE a Playstation 1.

But Peter also likes having Hobie explain things to him

Simple things even. SO many times people tell Peter what happens in WW2 in their worlds. It's..not fun to say the least

He likes sitting around, listening to Hobie explain things like the best movies from the 60's, or the best color TV shows

They have a date-night tradition where they try out something 'modern' (aka 1970-2023) and rate it, then write it down somewhere

So far, they both really like the Exorcist. Watching to together for the first time was one of the best dates they've had

(Imagine being from 1933 and watching the Exorcist with no prior context wouldn't that be wild)

Their apartments look SO COOL now that they're together!!

Noir's black and white apartment, covered in shadows and bright pop art posters. Hobie's bedroom half desaturated, half covered in zines and supplies for protests

You know how in old cartoons there's the trope of a dude in a trench-coat and when he opens it it's full of watches as stuff - Noir's coat is like that, but with patches

And Hobie will take newpaper clippings from Peter's Bugle and use them in art and collages because Peter's writing inspires him a lot

He'll use slogans from Peter's writings in his protest art, and use Peter's melodramatic sayings in his song lyrics

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(once again not proofread because my brain dont do that sorry for typos i do be like that sometimes)

if you made it this far - thxs and i hope you have a rad day

#noirpunk #punknoir #spider punk #spiderpunk #spidernoir #spider noir #peter parker #hobie brown #hobie brown x peter parker #peter parker x hobie brown #noir!peter parker #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spider man #atsv shipping #shipping #headcanons #marvel headcanons

[shadowdaddies]

Hello can you write Manon x female reader where she is very short so she’s always making Manon help her reach something it’s funny

Lift Me Up

Manon Blackbeak x short Reader

With a grunt, you jumped towards the open cabinet, fingertips brushing the basket of leather hair ties Manon had stowed just out of your reach. As much as she  teased when you were too short to do certain things, you swore the witch placed everything so high so that you had to ask for her help.

“Manoooon,” you called in a sing-song voice, a meek smile accompanying the doe eyes you gave her as she strode into the bathroom with an amused expression. 

Long white hair fell around her sharp cheekbones as she towered over you, arms folded expectantly as her gaze flicked from the open cabinet and back to you. “Yes, love?”

Gesturing dramatically to the high cabinet, you huffed, “I can’t reach the ties, and I need to braid my hair before we leave.” 

Manon’s amusement turned darker, a mischievous smirk spreading across her face as she leaned against the edge of the counter. “That’s a little pitiful, don’t you think? What do you do when I’m not around to do everything for you?” she teased, brow cocked at you in challenge.

You huffed indignantly, gaze flicking up to the wicker basket. “Fine,” you muttered, pushing yourself up on the countertop until your knees hit the marble. Stretching your arm, you felt the pull on your muscles as your fingertips fumbled for the edge of the basket.

A sharp smack to your ass pulled a gasp from your lips, back arching as you fell against Manon’s chest. “Thank you for this view,” she murmured against your waist, hands kneading your backside.

Giggling at her antics, you turned and leaned down to give her a chaste kiss. “Will you just help me please?” you breathed out with a laugh.

“Of course, little one,” Manon cooed, hands moving to your hips as she lifted you up where you could easily grab the basket. Guiding you back down to the ground, Manon’s chest pressed against your back, the witch brushing your hair to the side as she kissed down your neck.

“Do you want me to braid your hair?” she murmured, licking up the shell of your ear. A vulpine smile graced her lips as you shivered under her sensual touch, nodding eagerly as your eyes fluttered closed. Long nails lightly grazed your scalp as Manon pulled your hair back in a neat braid, one hand moving to wrap around your waist as the other grabbed the basket, effortlessly putting it back on the shelf.

With a scoff, you wiggled out of her grip and headed towards the warrens. 

“Where do you think you’re going? You know you can’t even get up on Abraxos’s saddle without my help,” Manon teased, closing the cabinet as she followed you down the hall. Greeting Abraxos, you smiled as he craned his neck down so you could pet his snout. 

“She’s bullying me again,” you whispered to the beast, giggling at the scathing look in the wyvern’s eyes as he snorted disapprovingly at Manon. With a roll of her golden eyes, the witch walked around you, amusement in her expression as she locked her fingers together, crouching slightly as she held her hands out to help you jump into the saddle. 

Sauntering over to her, you placed a kiss on Manon’s cheek before hopping on Abraxos’s back where she joined you. You smiled peacefully, settling back against her warmth, grateful for your tall witch who was always there to help you.

#throne of glass #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass imagine #manon blackbeak #manon throne of glass #throne of glass x reader #manon x reader #manon blackbeak fluff #manon blackbeak x reader #manon x reader fluff #throne of glass fanfic #throne of glass x you #throne of glass x reader fluff #manon crochan #manon x you #manon x y/n #manon blackbeak x you

[gaysindistress]

Here’s another list of thing that I think are canon for our lover boy Bucky and no one can convince me of otherwise.

list one

1. Bucky has complicated feelings about wanting a family.

In the 40s, he would’ve said yes in a heartbeat because that’s what was expected of him and look at him. Who wouldn’t want him as the dutiful husband and involved father of your children?

But then the war and HYDRA happened and he told himself no. Never would he have a relationship, a marriage, or a family. He had Steve and Sam (even if he didn’t want to admit the last one). He would be fine without any of that.

Things became even more complicated when Steve fucked off back to the 40s and chose Peggy. Bucky always had feelings he knew weren’t normal for his best friend but he couldn’t address them. He had more pressing matters than to figure out if he loved his best friend or loved his best friend. Deep down he wanted Steve to be more than just his family. He wanted Steve to build their family with him but when he left without so much as a good explanation, it crushed him.

Sam stepped up and showed him what found family meant, showing Bucky that family didn’t have to be born. We can choose who we love and call our family. Being so quickly accepted by Sam’s family meant the world to him because it meant that they wanted to be around him. They wanted to get to know him and to care for him. It wasn’t out of duty, honor, pride, or any of that other bullshit. It was out a desire to care for and love Bucky as he was.

Finding his family in Sam felt like that one Hozier song:

I got some colour back, she thinks so too

I laugh like me again, she laughs like you

Except Bucky knows that Sam cannot replace Steve not does he want that. He wants a fresh start and that’s what he got.

Now…. when he meets you?

All bets are off. This man sees you hanging out and bonding with Sam’s nephews as if they’re your own, and he’s weak in the knees. You help Sarah with something in the kitchen? Bucky needs a minute to recalibrate his brain. You flick shit at Sam? Bucky is smiling but also dying on the inside because his heart is beating so fast and he can’t get it under control.

But the moment he sees you gently rocking a baby to sleep, he’s about to drop onto one knee and ask you to marry him. You’re talking to Sarah and someone had passed off this crying child to you so you zip them into your coat and start swaying to get them to calm down. You’re patting their back in slow rhythmic motions, much the same way you do to Bucky when he’s feeling anxious or has a nightmare. Sarah doesn’t bat an eye because she has two kids of her own and you two carry on your conversation. When Sam and him walk over, he literally stops dead in his tracks and gasps. Sam goes to give him shit but he follows his eye-line to you and makes a point to get your attention. You turn around ever so slightly and that’s it. Bucky is a puddle on the ground at the sight of you with a fast asleep baby wrapped in your coat.

2. He is actually a diva when it comes to the closet and your clothes.

He has a system okay? Shirts, jackets, sweaters, and sweatshirts all get hung up. Undershirts and pants are folded while his underwear and socks are rolled into neat little sausages so they can be put into a drawer. His shoes go under where his clothes are hung up and whenever he hangs up his clothes, they all get turned right side out so he can see what they are when he’s flipping through them.

You on the other hand are a savage and shove whatever fits into the drawer. Yes of course, socks and underthings go in one, shirts in another with bottoms in the last drawer but there’s no order. It’s all chaos and on more than one occasion, he has made you sit down and reorganize everything. Your clothes are going to look the way his do and he will do your laundry for you if that means it stays that way.

Although when you move in together, it’s gets significantly better because he’s the one doing laundry so he has complete control over it.

3. Mexican food is his shit.

Mexican food didn’t become mainstream outside of South Western America until after he was taken by HYDRA so it’s unlikely that he’s ever had it prior to TFATWS.

He and Sam needed to go to San Diego for some Captain America thing and you went with them. You were craving some legit tacos after being on the East Coast for too long. There are obviously good taquerias and even Mexican restaurants in general in Washington D.C. but those places don’t compare to California’s Mexican food.

(This part is based entirely on my own experiences) Once you’ve had food from the taquerias that sit in parking lots, nothing can compare to the thrill of ordering and being able to taste how fresh it is. The pickled carrots and jalapeños are so crisp. The radishes taste like the pico de gallo because they used the same knife to cut it and your sauce levels are white people, normal, and abuelita.

Anyways you drag them along and Bucky is making comments about how you’ve lost your mind because “this is parking lot to an empty store. There’s not going to be food here.” Sam is snickering in the back seat because he knows what’s up and he helped pick the place.

Bucky doesn’t want to get out of the car at first but when you hop out, he’s swinging that door open and trailing after you. There ain’t no way in hell he’s letting you walk up to this food truck but yourself. He’s also completely taken aback by the fact that you order what he thinks is enough food for ten people and not three. You send a quick smile to him over your shoulder and thank the people as you start passing food off to him and Sam. When you all sit down at the wooden picnic table that’s sitting off to the side of the taqueria, you explain what everything is and even tell Bucky what order he should eat.

After that, he’s practically begging you to take him back so you can get some of the “best damn food he’s had in a long time.”

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[thesunshineriptide]

hi hi ! i was wondering if you could do a rook x fem! reader, where the reader is always taking his hat and wearing it. like straight up just grabbing it off his head at the most random moments and walking off wearing it. i like to think rook would be confused by it lol 😂 if it can be fluffy romantic type beat, that would be amazing!! thank you and have a nice day <3

This was fun! I’ve never focused on Rook so much but I’m beginning to like him a lot 👀 hope this suits all your hat-stealing needs

Four times the Ramshackle Prefect stole Rook Hunt’s hat (and one time he got them back)

Rook Hunt/Female!Reader

Tw// camping, French people, rook typical creeping, she/her pronouns used for reader

1 -

It’s a lovely, golden afternoon on campus. The sun is shining in a way that’s both bright and delicate to the skin, there’s a light breeze that livens the air without causing it to become too cold, the birds are singing sweetly, and you and your boyfriend are lazing about in the pollinator gardens outside, soaking up the day.

It had begun, as nearly everything does, as a study date, but after a while of bemoaning an oncoming stress headache, Rook sighed.

“Ma petit bichette, every moment of pain that strikes you is double more for me. The sun is bright and lively, the trees dance and sway, and yet you pout so. What can I do to soothe your sores?”

You let out a wistful sigh, “Studying is no fun when you’re sitting all the way over there. How can I play with your hair when you’re so far away?”

Rook let out a playful laugh, taking off his hat to hold against his chest as he laid with his head in your lap, “Is this better, Ma choute?”

He didn’t miss the momentary smirk you let out before it melted into a sweeter smile, your hand reaching to rake fingers through his hair, “Much better, darling, thank you.”

He watched as something in your body languages shifted, much like a cat about to pounce, and he barely refrained from narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

A second later, his hat was removed from his grasp, and he raised an eyebrow as you placed it on your own head, preening side to side to show off for him.

“Do you think I look okay?”

He laughed softly and reached up to caress your cheek, “Absolutely beautiful, chèrie.” He his lips were twisted into something both soft and playful as he flicked the brim up, “But really, now. I’m worried you may have simply been after my accessory and not my love. Surely this isn’t true, is it?”

When all you did was smirk and lean down to press a kiss to his lips, he knew at once that he was half right.

2 -

It had been three days since that incident in the garden when he heard familiar footsteps approaching form behind.

“Ah! Ma sucre d’orge, how fairs my fairest?” He smiled as you wrapped your arms around him from behind, and turned around in your grasp to see your face. “Mademoiselle Trickster, the stars dance in your eyes. Are you up to mischief?” He watched as your hand slowly made its way up to his head, and felt the weight of his hat being lifted. He tilted his head in interest, a tiny smirk playing on his lips, “ah, my hat again? Do you like it so much?”

He couldn’t stop himself from the smile that he was trying to fight back when you sheepishly smiled and said, “I just think it’s neat.” Before you plopped his hat directly back onto your own head.

He hummed and leaned down to peck your cheek, “If you desire it so much, I suppose I can part with it for now. Be sure to care for it well, will you? It’s my favorite headpiece.”

As you nodded eagerly and turned to skip off, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing again. You had ventured all the way to the third year classrooms just to stop him and steal his hat? What a marvelous creature you are indeed.

3 -

He’s beginning to regret saying he could part with his hat.

It’s been two weeks of you sneaking up behind him and stealing his hat, with a kiss and a ‘thanks’ if he’s lucky, and sometimes without a word if he isn’t. Being hatless all the time is making him feel naked. How can he hide his eyes from the sun? How can he keep his hair from being messed up? Why were you doing this to him?

Well, he finally decided to put a stop to it.

It was a Thursday when he left his dorm room with a box in tow, wrapped in delicate, lacy patterned pink wrapping paper and headed his way to the Ramshackle dorm that his lover stayed.

“Ma amor! I’ve come bearing a present for you!” He called into the darkness of the dorm.

When you emerged from upstairs, looking sleepy in your pajamas, rubbing at one eye with the worst case of bed head he’d ever seen, he thought he might swoon. There’s a certain beauty in someone so relaxed, so sweet, so docile, isn’t there?

“Hi baby, wha’s up?” You hummed, walking right up to him to snuggle your way into his arms, “I missed you.”

“I believe you may have been asleep, lovely,” Rook said with fondness and amusement, “I brought you a present.”

You looked up with big eyes, “Ah?! Why, what day is it? Oh shit, Rook, I’m so sorry, I didn’t get you anything-“

He cut you off with a kiss and patted your head, “Non, Ma ange, it’s no holiday today. I simply noticed you like my hat.” He smiled when he saw you perk up, staring intently at him. “So I brought you this.”

He watched as you carefully undid the paper, eyes flicking up to him every few seconds nervously. He walked to stand behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, head resting on your shoulder as you opened the box to reveal…

A hat!

He listened to your heart beat flutter as you looked over it. It looked remarkably similar to his signature hat, but the colors were different. It was a cool grey-blue with a white ribbon, rather than his usual tan and black one, and it had a white plume that matched his own, but on the opposite side of his, and angled lower so as not to stick up.

He watched as your eyes looked between him and the hat, a mix of emotions evident on your face, before you put it on and smiled at him, “Thank you, Rook. This is really sweet, I love it.”

4 -

It seems as though this gift did not stop the prefect from stealing her boyfriend’s hat, however. It wasn’t as often - he saw them wear her matching hat to class a lot - but sometimes they would still do it; Either having forgotten their hat at their dorm and stealing his, or simply taking his hat and stacking it on top of their hat.

He thought it amusing and cute at first, but was readily growing less enchanted with it, often taking his hat back from them before they could run off with it and watching them pout in retaliation.

It seemed this only made them more determined, and he had to swat away their hands more often throughout the day.

“Trickster, is there a reason you want to steal my hat? You have a matching one of your own, non? Do you not like it?”

His lovers hands halted and their mischievous grin slipped from their face as they lowered their arms back to their sides, “Is it…annoying you?”

Rook hummed a moment before speaking carefully, “This game is becoming somewhat tiresome for myself, but it seems as though you could not get enough. Why do you enjoy it so?”

He watched as you shifted side to side and to play with your fingers, “I like having a reminder of you during the day when we’re in separate classes. Your hat smells like you…”

He looked shocked for a moment before giving a doe-eyed smile to them. How sweet is that? How lucky to have someone who admires him as much as he admires them.

“Ma chèrie, there is truly no other like you. Come by my dorm later, I will aid your quest, but I ask you not steal my hat any longer. I have a look to maintain, you know.”

Counterattack -

Rook hummed as he wandered around Ramshackle dorm. His lover had been asked to be the scorekeeper for Vargas’s camping trip, and he was left behind, all alone!

He understood, now, why you had kept stealing his hat. It had already been three days and it felt tortuous without you.

He was on a mission, though. He sifted carefully through the coat rack in the foyer, eyes pealed for- yes, there it is!

Your grey-blue hat with the white band and matching plume. He smiled to himself as he took off his own tan hat, placing it where yours had once been. He placed your hat on his head, sighing softly. It has simply been awful with you gone.

He jumped as he heard approaching footsteps and the jingling of keys, turning to look at the door. He didn’t need any magic spells to know you were on the other side.

When you opened the door, looking exhausted and hungry, only to find your boyfriends standing there in YOUR hat, a hysterical laugh bubbled over your lips.

Grim wandered in behind you, grumbling about tuna or classes or something, who cares, and promptly began screeching upon seeing Rook just…standing there.

“Ah, Ma bichette, you’ve returned! Welcome home. You have a…pale beauty about you. Shall I make you something to eat? Perhaps some soup for the soul?”

#twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst mc #twisted wonderland headcanons #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt x you #rook hunt x mc #twst #twst rook #twst oneshot

[oh-shtars]

Hello flick’s cool alternative blog! Can I christen it with a prompt? Give any random thing you’re excited to explore in your AU

Heeeyy!!!!! ✨✨

You know, I was planning to accompany this ask with doodles but I’m going to have a busy week and most likely won’t get the time. But then I didn’t want to keep you waiting for a while so. DAMMIT-

For now, I’ll answer this with words. But keep an eye out for the RFTS!Drawing Dump I’d be posting here on @oh-shtars. (Friendly reminder to follow this RFTS!Blog if you haven’t already.)

But yeah, some random things I’m excited to explore in the Reach for the Stars!AU! :)

1. Valentino

Okay, I know what you’re thinking. “wtf Flicker-?” Hear me out first.

I did attempt to make Valentino (or ‘Tino’ for short) a lot more endearing than his canon version. And honestly, I grew to like the little guy.

He’s just a 1 month old kid who views Asha as his parent after his actual mother rejected him. (Some animal moms tend to do that.) Once he was bottle-fed and grew stronger, he’s ready to face the world head-first.

No really, he would headbutt anything that bothers him or Asha, regardless of who they are. She even adorably dubbed him her “loyal protector.” Don’t worry, the headbutts don’t hurt as much and the worst they can be is annoying. Tino is impulsive and brave but cares a whole lot about Asha.

He didn’t like Star at first, even when the latter tried to ensure him he’s no threat. Tino disliked him for scaring Asha at their first meeting and over the story, gets a little jealous and bratty that he’s getting a lot closer to her. Like a lot… Idk, I find it funny that their first interaction is something like:

But eventually, Tino grows to like him and comes to become protective and endearing to BOTH of them now. Just imagine this scene, but instead of Canon!Star, Tino was more than ready to charge at Magnifico while RFTS!Asha and Star lunged to stop him:

So yeah. I, Flicker, had gotten to love RFTS!Valentino more than I expected. Not only would he be a little comedic animal sidekick, but he’s going to play a neat role in the final battle and have Asha’s back the entire time, while not letting his size stop him.

Tino’s going to be fun to write :))

………

2. Magnifico’s Character

Remember when I said RFTS!Magnifico is just brimming with unresolved trauma/issues? Well, then he projects all that towards people that don’t deserve it. He’s sour and furious on how the universe turned its back on him as a little kid when he watched his village get destroyed.

And under being raised by his adoptive father, who just never seems to listen to him, Magnifico thirsts for revenge and thinks he deserves to get the world that he and Amaya were denied from. So he would step on other people to get his way.

Another thing about him, is that the moment Magnifico discovered Wishing Stars exist, he genuinely thought they ignored his pleas for help and downright hates it. He unleashes that frustration onto Star and his whole kind.

Frustrations like how people only really care about you for your potential and the things you can offer. Mag had a belief that King Oliver had only took him in just so that he would have an heir for the throne, but didn’t actually loved or cared for him like a son. (Which wasn’t true.) So Magnifico projected that onto Star for the past decade he was caged, stating that:

“You know people only value you for what you could offer…. In your case, it’s your ability to grant wishes. For mine, it’s being a sorcerer AND an heir... But without all that..Well, you can really only imagine…”

So guess where Star’s insecurities came from:

RFTS!Magnifico is going to be an interesting villain, that’s for sure.

……..

3. Asha’s Wish

Asha, before and through the story, has a little habit she does every night before going to sleep. She whispers to the sky her wishes and desires and some of her concerns.

It’s a little thing her father used to do with her before he passed away, and she holds onto it as a memory of him. Tomás used to say that if she does this every night, then she wakes up the next day feeling refreshed and start the morning new. Maybe, just maybe, the stars above would be listening and would try to help.

Present Asha now believes that all those stories were just fairytales but she still hung onto them dearly since it’s one of the remaining things left of her dad. She also has this one wish:

“For everything to go back to the way it was. When dad is still here and that I never drifted away from my 7 friends. To wake up and see that the incident was just a mere dream.”

Welp….I sure hope that one wish doesn’t come back to bite her in the arse anytime soon-

…….

4. The 7 Teens

Somehow, I found a way I could make each of them have a part to play. Each friend that Asha had gotten estranged from ever since the “incident with her dad,” share a bit about themselves and rekindle their relationship with Asha. These short plots would be scattered at certain times throughout the story as Asha and Star encounter them on their journey.

And at the same time, each teen presents a positive trait of theirs that shows a very cautious Star, how not all humans are terrible people. Each show an example of an admirable trait:

Safi - Selflessness and integrity. Helping others even if it inconveniences him (Allergies)

Simon - Protectiveness. He means well but it doesn’t always show up right.

Bazeema - Consideration and kindness for others. (Doing small things to make them comfortable)

Dahlia - Determination + Loyalty

Dario - Patience + Forgiveness (Especially since he’s hard of hearing)

Gabo - Justice and hatred towards prejudice (it’s why he’s grumpy)

Hal - Helpfulness and the happiness received from doing so

Asha - Empathy and Love for others

Basically, these group of friends revive Star’s wonder and slowly help him become more trusting and open. In Star’s eyes, it’s amazing how they do all these incredible things for others even without the need for magic!

Idk, I think all this would be a very sweet thing to brainstorm. Haven’t finished developing this idea yet but I’m loving it so far 💖

[asmo-cosmetics]

belphie sitting on lucifer’s lap while they make out and grind

He was busy. He was usually busy, but so much had happened lately that was relevant and important and beyond the purview of his desk in his study with its neat piles for student council, exchange program, and the Academy itself, that in his absence, each of those piles had grown taller. He'd been steadily toiling away uninterrupted for a while, though, and he knew that before long, the voice of one of his brothers would come, calling,

"Lucifer."

His pen halted on the page, ink pooling at the nib for a moment before he thought to pick it up.

He hadn't expected that voice.

"Belphegor."

The boy scoffed. Before Lucifer's unfocused eyes, he recognized the way his little brother tossed his head to flick his hair out of his face. "You won't even look at me?"

Lucifer set the quill back on its base and steeled himself. A single drop of ink hung obstinately to the nib, its weight too light to overcome the surface tension and fall.

He looked up. "Satisfied?"

Belphie furrowed his eyebrows adorably, angry, because everything he felt for Lucifer was still colored with anger. He'd shut away much of his brother's trust in that attic. But it was mostly hurt, the expression - pained and sad.

"You know I'm not."

Lucifer sighed. "Our brothers –"

"Can't you just tell them to stop being so weird?"

"Belphie..."

"I might as well just go back up there, I'd be just as damn lonely. MC's the only one treating me normally, and they're the one I - I –"

Tears gathered in his eyes, stuck with tension like the ink, and he wiped them away in frustration before it could really be counted as crying.

Lucifer's hands twitched with the instinct to comfort him. "You have to give them time."

Belphie rolled his eyes and huffed derisively. "Great. How much time? How long until I'm just your fucking brother again?"

With a deliberate intensity, Lucifer looked at him and answered, "That's what I'd like to know, too."

Belphie wrinkled his nose, scrunched up his face like he did when he was really angry. "Fuck off. It's not the same. You get to be the noble older brother who did all of this because he loves us so much. Nothing's ever your fault. Nothing –"

"Is that not what you are, too?"

Belphie stopped short.

"An older brother?"

There was venom in his voice when he finally warned, "Lucifer."

"I'm not saying this to hurt you. I want to make sure you know that I understand."

"You –!"

"– Now," he corrected. "I understand now." He sighed again, silently this time, leaning into his hand to rub his temples before adding, "I should have before. I'm sorry, Belphie."

"Yeah? You read minds, now? What is it then, jackass? What do you understand?"

"You were afraid we would forget her. And that we would forget to be angry."

Belphie stared. He rolled his lower lip into his mouth.

"You were protecting her. Like you always did."

Always.

He did cry, then, the anger he'd used as a little Dutch boy dropping out of him all at once. He sobbed like a child, lurching forward and ambling closer to his brother, knocking into the desk, sending a drop of ink splattering onto its surface unnoticed.

Lucifer went to stand to hold him, but before he could, Belphie climbed into his lap, hiccuping and wheezing, and Lucifer closed his eyes and wrapped him tightly in his arms.

"I'm an older brother," Belphie said quietly. "I have to be an older brother, forever, even though she's not here."

"I hate him," Belphie said, "because he always calls me the youngest."

It took a moment before Lucifer caught up. "Diavolo?"

He felt him nod. "I'm not. He knows I'm not. He thinks just because his father named us that he knows our family. We didn't even let our father tell us what we are, why should your boyfriend's fucking deadbeat dad get to?"

Lucifer shook his head, stroking a hand down Belphie's spine, the way he used to get him to sleep as a baby. "He doesn't."

"Not until he tells you he does," he mumbled, petulant.

Lucifer smiled. "Not ever, Belphie. He would never ask that of me."

"I'm sure."

Lucifer grabbed Belphie's chin in his hand, amusement sparkling in his eyes. "Are you afraid Lord Diavolo is going to steal me away from you?"

Belphie sneered. "I wish he would."

"You never were a good liar."

"I'm serious."

"What you are is jealous and desperate for attention."

Blushing, Belphie wet his lips before looking back at Lucifer. "Which means I'm vulnerable and you're taking advantage of me."

"By holding my little brother?"

"By kissing me."

Precious boy. He'd always struggled to say no to him.

///

"Beel?" Satan asked, "Are you alright?"

He was right to ask. Beelzebub had abandoned half of a snack cake; Asmodeus hadn't even realized he ate those in bites. But once he took a good look at his brother's bright red face, he knew exactly what was going on.

"Sweetie?" He rubbed Beel's arm gently to get his attention. "Beel, honey, let's go to my room, okay? Do you wanna do that?"

He nodded, taking Asmo's hand.

"Do you want some help? Can I help you take care of it?"

He nodded again, faster, and stood up, dragging a giggling Asmo along.

Satan > Hey, is he okay? What's going on?

Asmo > Oh Belphie's having sex

Asmo > so Beel... y'know.

Satan > Forget I asked.

Asmo > oh I should ask Belphie later if i give good telepathy head!

Asmo > Satan, be a doll and remind me, will you? x

#not me writing paragraphs of h/c and then chickening out of the actual smut lmao #sorry btw this overtook me #asklog #obey me! #demoncest #my fic #obey me! lucifer #obey me! belphegor #etc #inb4 'ew why'd you put this in the main tags' filter the demoncest tag i'm not your dad

[silverutahraptor]

We live for another year! (unlike Izuna T-T ) So a prompt! Whats your take on an AU where Madara uses his eyes to send his soul(and maybe Izuna or the other founders!?) into the future after they die, to be like reincarnated and stuff....what if Madara and Izuna wake up in the bodies of dead children during the massacre?

Anon. MY HEART,,,,

okay so first of all, for dttb/my Izuna In Canon timetravel fic one of my alternate ideas was to have Izuna wake up as Sasuke, which was… a special kind of fun :) I decided to go with the fic as it is now, but I did think about it a lot back then. So the following drabble is in part inspired by my considerations back then.

I also love pain, so here you go with a lil Izuna POV for “what if Madara and Izuna wake up in the bodies of dead children during the massacre?” under the Read More. It totally didn’t take me down a rabbit hole of “omg that would be so neat” and I absolutely didn’t spend a whole lot of time on it

Izuna wakes up to, unsurprisingly, find himself bleeding from a deep wound in his chest and fierce pain radiating through his entire body, making his thoughts hazy. The latter might explain why his chakra stores feel utterly parched, his hands when he tries to instinctively reach for a weapon are… tiny, and he’s… surrounded by bodies? Very small bodies. Izuna wipes at his face and succeeds in dragging himself into a mostly upright position. Then he startles badly because there’s someone else in the room. “Izuna. Izuna!” The kid—a girl—hissing his name while grabbing his shoulders painfully tight is unfamiliar beyond the typical Uchiha features, but the way she says his name… The way her eyes spin into a Sharingan and then further into a dizzying and achingly familiar Mangekyou pattern. “Nii-san?” Izuna rasps against all hope, spattering flecks of blood across the girl’s pale face. “Yes,” she says and presses one of her hands right atop of the stab wound on Izuna’s chest. “I… something went wrong. This wasn’t supposed to happen, I—you weren’t supposed to be still hurt.” The hand begins to glow a dim green, and almost immediately Izuna can breathe a little easier. Izuna has a lot of things to say, most of which include shouting, questions, and shouting questions, but the girl’s—no, Nii-san’s… this is going to be so confusing—Madara’s chakra is nowhere near the usual hurricane flood and draining frightfully fast even as Izuna feels less and less like he’s still dying. “That’s enough, stop,” he demands and follows it up by shoving Madara away. They stare at each other. Izuna now, however small he is, is still nearly a head taller than the girl’s body Madara has somehow ended up in. “...perhaps my imouto can explain the situation a bit more,” Izuna eventually says, the corners of his mouth twitching despite everything. He knows this is Madara, he knows that they’re both alive somewhere they shouldn’t be; but together, what can they not figure out? What can they not do? The girl—Madara huffs. “Well, you died, and then—” The room is suddenly filled with shinobi, strangers, in bone-white animal masks. It’s only the rapid flick of a single handsign from Madara—so quick it looks nearly accidental—that stops Izuna from burning everything around the two of them with a Katon. Follow. There’s some irony in this; usually it’s Izuna telling his brother to wait before turning to decisive action, to gather more intel before striking.  But Izuna has a feeling Madara knows far more about this situation, far more about these strangers-maybe-enemies than he does at the moment, and he trusts him. For now, he’ll play the part of a small and injured child just like Madara will. 

Further thoughts:

Okay, ngl, the first thing going through my mind after reading your prompt was “WHAT IF Madara… but reincarnated into a tiny girl?”  + Izuna immediately and gleefully regarding himself as an older brother because of that :D 

putting both of them into the bodies of killed children and using that to put some constraints on the power they can wield at first (Izuna being injured, tiny chakra stores, etc.) is a neat way to introduce some tension and also force them to interact with the current Konoha, as imo if they had all their original power they might just decide to flatten the entire Village immediately.

You also mentioned “other Founders” but consider: there are very few conveniently killed Senju or Uzumaki descendants around for certain people to be reincarnated into.

Thanks for the prompt, anon! I hope you liked my answer!

#uchiha izuna #uchiha madara #dttb #don't trust them brother #raptor writes #my writing #prompt raptor hours #naruto founders #naruto #fanfic #ask #writing prompt

[until-the-brahmin-come-home]

little snippet that i don't think is really going anywhere anytime soon (it's just Nate thinking about his prosthetic and being briefly kinda gay for Danse):

The Brotherhood had made him a cybernetic hand. It wasn’t better or worse than the first one he had gotten, over two centuries ago now, after the initial loss. Just different. But still not good enough; nothing could ever be good enough.

The best way he could explain it was that there was a delay. Imperceptible to anyone watching, for sure, but that tiny fraction of a second was enough to make every movement with the hand miserable. So he usually went without.

The other issue is proprioception. And god, isn’t that an old world word now – and he doesn’t even remember where he learned it. In the doctor’s office, maybe, in those long hours where they outlined his recovery and fitted him for a new hand. He can’t feel the prosthetic the way he can feel his other limbs, even if he can make it move with a thought. It’s just dead weight hanging from his elbow.

It does make some activities more difficult, even if he’s mostly learned to adapt by now. He’s not as good with rifles, his attempts at sewing usually end in him cursing at the fabric, and he can’t do the fine manipulation he used to be able to when working on mechanical projects. That’s generally the only time he puts the arm on, anymore, when he has a vision he needs to make real and absolutely needs all ten fingers to pull it off. Otherwise, he asks for help.

He used to be bad at that. Used to go for days running on fumes because his stepfather and brothers and every other goddamn person had drilled it into his mind that asking for help was a weakness. He had gotten better because of Nora. Because she was bad at asking for help, too. It had taken a lot of nights going mad with worry over her before he realized that she likely did the same over him, and they came to a mutual agreement to just reach out to each other if they needed anything. That, more than anything, served as the foundation of their marriage. What was love, if not helping one another?

He missed her all the time. This skip into the future had been messy and confusing, a chaotic scramble to keep the people he cared about alive. Nora was often away on her own missions trying to eke out an existence in the wasteland, while he played nice with the Brotherhood or investigated the safer mysteries available to him. He spent his days playing twenty questions with Piper, teaching Dogmeat new tricks, cleaning up settlements with Preston and Codsworth. He knew he was being useful. He just...still missed Nora.

He scrubbed a hand over his beard and groaned. He had preferred to keep it trimmed neat, before getting flash-frozen, but that was less of an option now. He rooted around in his pack until he found his straight razor, idly flicking it open. It was a bit of a bitch to pull off, but he had managed to shave like this before. It was just a bit of a process, and he’d probably nick himself a couple times.

“Problem, soldier?” came Danse’s voice suddenly, and Nate barely refrained from flinching. The man was rarely stealthy, but Nate had been lost in thought.

“I just need to shave,” he said, tapping the flat of the blade on his thigh. Danse frowned – or rather, frowned deeper. There was usually a mild scowl on his face. Nate tried not to take it personally.

“Do you want me to fetch your-” Nate waved him off before he could even finish his sentence.

“No need, really. I can handle it. Thank you, paladin,” Nate didn’t mean to bring out the title, but he had a habit of doing such things when he got annoyed with people. Danse never seemed to notice. Sometimes, the man’s obliviousness was endearing. Other times...less so.

“But wouldn’t it be easier?” Danse pressed, moving so he was more directly in Nate’s line of sight. Nate grumbled something wordless, before flipping the razor around and offering Danse the handle.

“If you’re so worried about me, why don’t you do it yourself?” he asked. He meant it mostly as a joke, but watching the way Danse flushed and looked away, he was immediately swept up in the possibility. Danse’s hands on his face, careful and precise. He was sure Danse would take to it with the same brisk efficiency the soldier approached most tasks. And he wouldn’t dare let the blade slip.

Okay, let’s dial it back a little, Nate thought to himself.

#fallout 4 #fallout danse #oc tag: nate #my writing

[wellthebardsdead]

The loved & the forgotten pt7

Part 6 here

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Vivienne: *standing on the deck of the northern maiden as the ship sails to solstheim, still not completely himself but has a little more pep in his step after a few days at sea, now attempting to practice with his spear and see how much control he has over it*

Kaidan: *flicking through books with Lucien, watching as the spear flies past them then flies back to Vivienne’s hands* find anything on recall weapon spells yet?

Lucien: nope, you find anything on mummified dick spears?

Kaidan: no just something called a muatra but all the text on its owners been scribbled out and half the pages are missing.

Lucien: da- VIVI!!!

Vivienne: *didn’t realise how far back he was to the railing and jumps to catch his spear as it recalls to him… only to go right over the edge* FUC-

Kaidan: MY LOVE NO!! *grabs a length of rope and moves to run to the railing only for vivienne to float up and land on the deck, the spear following behind him*

Vivienne: all good- I’m okay- there was a HUGE fish down there I’m gonna try and catch it-

Kaidan: HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN ABLE TO FLOAT?!

Vivienne: I?… always? It… takes a lot of magic to do and if I do it too long it leaves me very tired but- *shrugs* I’ve always been able to do it.

Lucien: … *puts down his book and picks up the lessons of Vivec again instantly flipping through pages before stopping on one stating he floats, followed by another page mentioning muatra* …

Kaidan: Luci-

Lucien: YOUR SPEAR IS MOLAG BALS PENIS?!

The entire ship: *stops and looks at him*

Vivienne: yeah- I figured that when he used the one still attached to his body on me… or rather- in me… *shudders*

Kaidan: I- wait- excuse me hold on IT GREW BACK?!

Vivienne: *shrugs* I guess?…

Kaidan: I?! How did your past self even get a hold of I-

Lucien: HE BIT IT OFF!

Kaidan: HE FOCKING WHOT!?

Vivienne: *looks at the spear and compares its length to his body trying to figure out how he’d go about chomping it off* …Neat.

Lucien: He stabbed Azura in the mouth with it and she exploded?! What does that mean?!

Vivienne: Well Muatra translates to milk finger meaning- *cough* penis. And-… oh gods no wonder she hates me my past self was a monster… *drops to the ground in shock*

Lucien: it says you also used it on-

Vivienne: I don’t- want to know okay… I just-… *rubs his face* I’m not ready to know…

Lucien: It’s not sexual I don’t think I…

Kaidan: what is it?…

Lucien: …He… murdered indoril nerevar with it.

Vivienne: *gets up and suddenly throws the spear into the sea screaming in frustration and pulling at his hair*

Kaidan: *hurries over and gently pulls him in close* Vivi, you’re not responsible for your past selfs actions. It’s okay-

Vivienne: *sniffles and looks up at him feeling so frustrated and angry* wh-why do I have to be punished for it though- wh-why did he have to be selfish and m-make me? W-why couldn’t he just d-die? H-he didn’t deserve to reincarnate if h-he was such a terrible p-person I-

Kaidan: *gently takes his hands making him let go of his hair* shhh. Don’t talk like that love… if he’d of never of done that, I’d of never of met you, or Taliesin, or our friends. *gently circles his thumbs over his hands before pulling them both together and planting a soft kiss on them* don’t cry darling… I’m glad y- *gets knocked out cold as muatra suddenly flies back out of the water and slaps him up the side of the head*

Vivienne: KAIDAN!

Taliesin: *staggers out from below deck and immediately vomits over the side of the railing from sea sickness*

Vivienne: TALIESIN!

*a the next day as the ship sails into solstheim*

Vivienne: *sighs wrapping his hands with cloth and covering his face with his scarf before putting on the dragon priest mask* no skin showing?

Taliesin: no skin.

Vivienne: *nods and puts muatra on his back, concealing it with another cloth* okay, I’m ready.

Kaidan: *pulling his sword over his shoulder* you have the ring too, you ever feel scared, remember our signal so we can find you.

Vivienne: whistle.

Kaidan: *nods* smart lyrebird. Alright, let’s get moving and find this miraak focker.

Vivienne: *smiles and laughs softly walking behind him as he leads them out, only to immediately tense up seeing raven rock before them and remembering morrowind* … *reaches up and grips onto taliesins arm* …

Taliesin: shhh I’m here… *gently tucks him under his arm as they approach the docks*

Adril Arano: I don't recognise any of you, so I'll assume this is your first visit to Raven Rock, outlanders. State your intentions.

Taliesin: I suppose our motley crew does stick out like a sore thumb however I assure you we mean no trouble to your-… *looks at the sad state of raven rock* settlement. *clears his throat and pulls out the cultists orders from his pocket* But perhaps you may be able to help us. Some cultists worshipping a man by the name of ‘miraak’ travelled from here and attempted to kill my companion. *gestures to vivienne*

Vivienne: *sheepishly hides behind Taliesin not wanting to be perceived by anybody in any state of power or connections to morrowind*

Adril Arano: *takes the note and reads it curiously* I… Im afraid I don’t know anyone by the name miraak however-… it does… sound familiar…

*that evening*

Vivienne: *seated in his room in the wretching netch after losing their first day on the island to saving the captain of the guard and killing an undead imperial general, now quietly eating alone unable to risk letting his face be seen in public* … *blinks and looks down spotting a spider shuffling to his plate* … *takes a small chunk of meat and places it down for it as an offering, now perceiving any spider as an agent of mephala*

The spider: *inspects the morsel before picking it up and eating*

Vivienne: *sighs* well at least I have some company… *sighs hearing Kaidans laugh from out in the main tavern, wanting to join his friends in socialising but can’t* …hm? *blinks and looks back at the spider feeling it on his hand*

The spider: *shuffles down off his hand and suddenly jumps from the table before scuttling off out of under the door and out of the room*

Vivienne: … *pulls his mask back on and picks up muatra making sure it’s still covered as he steps into the tavern to see inigo trying to out drink Kaidan and their newest friend Teldryn Sero* What happened to leaving town early tomorrow? You lot are going to be wankered come morning.

Kaidan: Are you suggesting I can’t- *hiccups* hold my alcohol??

Vivienne: you’re drinking sujamma. A bottle of that can take down a bull netch. How many have you had.

Taliesin: he’s had 5.

Kaidan: I have had 7 thank you very much! *points at where he thinks his face is*

Taliesin: *turns his hand to point at his actual face* I’m over here you adorable drunk.

Vivienne: *snickers* keep a bucket handy, he’s going to need it.

Taliesin: Vivi. Where are you going?…

Vivienne: Outside… I promise I won’t leave the bulwark I… just want to inspect that stone at the edge of again and see if more people have gathered. The guards patrol out there, I’ll be okay.

Taliesin: okay- Lucien can you watch these idio-

Lucien: *black out drunk in the corner after a sip of matze*

Taliesin: I-

Vivienne: I promise, I’ll be back in an hour…

Taliesin: *nervous about him going out on his own after the last couple times* okay… but a minute later and I’m coming to find y-

Sero: And that’s nine for me and somebody get a bucket quickly for the big guy!

Vivienne: *sighs watching the table fall into panic as Kaidan turns green* looks like we’re leaving by lunchtime tomorrow… *turns and walks out before stopping as he sees the spider sitting just outside the door* okay… where do you want to take me friend…

The spider: *suddenly scuttles off right out of the bulwark*

Vivienne: I- oh… *looks back at the tavern feeling guilty for lying to Taliesin* … *holds his breath and runs after the bug into the darkness beyond the bulwark, only able to see where it’s leading him by the odd red glow coming from the markings on its abdomen* s-slow down where are we going?? *follows it back to the Old Attius Farm where they’d saved captain Veleth earlier this day* the? Farm?… did I miss something important about the heart stones here or-

The spider: *scuttles into the ruin and into the keyhole of a hidden cellar*

Vivienne: *blinks looking at it* oh- *freezes hearing voices beneath it* … *pulls muatra from his back and unwraps it before turning invisible with the ring of khajiiti & entering the cellar to find two people, a redoran guard, and a wealthy nobleman*

Guard: *removes a box from his bag handing it to the nobleman* For twenty years all I've been is a loyal guard. I do what I'm supposed to, pay my taxes, and pray to the Gods. But they return me no favors, that’s why I’m selling you this, why do you need to know more than that?

Nobleman: Because it’s my understanding this mask is to be delivered to the temple, and as a guard loyal to-

Guard: I'll just tell the priests the bloody mask got swallowed by a guar, so good luck finding it now. For twenty years I’ve never told a lie, they’ll believe me.

Nobleman: very well if you say so- *opens the box revealing the mask inside* Ah splendid! This will go beautifully in with my collection.

Vivienne: *vision blurring slightly as he stares at the mask, recognising the face it bares and feeling a strange mix of grief and anger wash over him like he’d never felt before… not even realising he’d raised muatra to attack before his vision clears and he sees the guard and nobleman now laying dead, his spear impaled through them… and the mask in his hands* … *turns and climbs out of the cellar before returning back to raven rock and walking the steps to the temple* … *looks at the mask one more time* I… don’t want to be you… anymore… *places the mask in the offering box and leaves walking back to wretching netch to join his friends, completely oblivious to the priest lurking in the shadows witnessing his ‘generous’ donation…*

#vivienne dragonborn #dunmer dragonborn #vivec #skyrim taliesin #Kaidan skyrim #inigo skyrim #teldryn sero #Lucien skyrim

[avianstrange]

i love and adore R/onance (censored so it doesnt show up in anyone's search bc this post isnt about them) BUT imagine: Robin x Chrissy.

Not just because the ship name i'd pick for it is Chrobin and that sounds funny to me but ALSO imagining Chrissy and Eddie being besties like Robin and Steve and they're BOTH jealous of the others because they're misunderstanding the nature of their friendship xD

Also Chrissy helping him graduate because she NEEDS him to get out of high school and away from the Hellfire kids because all he does is complain about them talking about Steve which ends in long rants and Chrissy's just like

"I dont get paid enough for this"

but she's too nice to EVER point it out so of course she's just like "wow yeah they ARE so inconsiderate. yeah how dare they talk about Steve. yes his eyes are very pretty"

This meaning Eddie shows up to Chrissy's performances and Lucas's games which means he keeps running into Steve which continues the cycle.

Adding onto the fact this is where Chrissy meets Robin for the first time and has to put on her clown make up. Chrissy and Eddie taking turns talking about Steve and Eddie. like Chrissy "ok your fifteen minutes are up let me talk about her" Cunningham and Eddie "there's no way that was fifteen minutes you're bullshitting me" Munson and the whole time they're braiding each other's hair

Plus the moments when Chrissy feels unsafe at home so she crashes at Eddie's place. Whenever Wayne is there, he cooks up a fast meal for them. They all smoke pot together and watch cheesy b-rated horror flicks.

Also Dustin has swept one upperclass neglected/abused rich kid under his wing as a de facto parental figure, he will do it again

Chrissy doing a cheerleader flip or whatever, making direct eye contact with Robin (who is looking respectfully) and WINKING

Eddie being like "You know who almost misses her queue after being winked at by a girl?!"

Steve being like "You know who winks at a girl after showing off a flip?!"

And when all the supernatural stuff comes to light Chrissy is like. well shit, someone get me a purple palm tree delight. (jonathan still met argyle someone because i said so).

Chrissy and Robin end up accidentally going on a first date when Steve and Eddie set them up abandon them to babysit the kids who somehow got wind that they were going into town and followed. Chrissy and Robin hit it off because Robin was NOT expecting her to be so nice and Chrissy thinks everything she says is utterly hilarious charming which has Robin like "jesus h christ is this what game with the girls feels like is this what steve felt like -" and they each learn each other's favorite song

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Which WILL result in a moment where Robin has to sing "like a songbird" because WHY ELSE IS SHE NAMED AFTER A BIRD IF NOT TO SING (joking. kinda.) and save Chrissy.

Idk, I just think it'd be neat.

#chrissy cunningham #robin buckley #chrissy x robin #stranger things

[henrike-does-writing-sometimes]

🖊 🖊 🖊 🖊 — for Kit, Samir, André & Anruh?

ohohoho hell yess

Because the original concept for this story was inspired by the song ‘Angel with a shotgun’, Kit is made to shamelessly embody the era of early to mid 2010’s. The aesthetic, the music (specifically pop- and alternative rock), the fashion, hell even the social media. What I mean with that is they 100% have a Tumblr, and they 100% will comment on your shoelaces. 

Also, because I felt the urge to pay homage to the song that started it all, Kit is also in a band ! They mainly do covers of the most hype early to mid 2010’s songs, with Kit being the lead vocalist and backup guitarist. The name of the band is ‘Shotgun Angels’, and depending on who you ask shotgun is referring to different things (To Kit and Daisy it means riding shotgun, Lexi says it’s about the weapon, according to Dennis it’s referring to the can drinking thing, and Niall just thinks it sounds cool). The band does play a big part in the story as one of the main outlets for Kit, but also for them to have fun with their friends.

I feel like Samir has become one of my favorite characters to write, in that his arc and journey is very interesting. Simplest way to explain it; a submissive person slowly becomes more dominant, which is their true form. Like Samir will never put himself in the role of a leader, but the moment he’s pushed into it he’s so fucking good at it like actually born for it. It’s really neat and I hope I’m writing it as well as I think I am lmao. And while I’m struggling with finding natural ways to fit in character descriptions in my works; Samir is a big man. He’s tall, he’s fat, he has stretch marks and body hair and he’s so fucking beautiful. Absolutely Ethereal and I will not shut up about it.

ANDRÉ ! Baby boy, happy late birthday omfg he’s 23-

Not a single day goes by without me thinking of his bioluminescent pink blush and honestly I need to draw more of it. André is so- he’s so AAA he makes me so happy ! I love how he and the rest of PAXS are so unconditionally cringe and have a fucking routine for introducing their squad. Honestly I love his dynamic with everyone, how he’s friendly and open-minded while still knowing his boundaries. Also, also, him not being prone to anger and then finally snapping and just going feral and destroying shit is so fucking yummy ! And both you and I know damn well that when he gets used to his wings he uses them to extra hug his friends.

I struggle with drawing Anruh and Ruben because Anruh is an absolute unit and Ruben is tiny lmao. That aside, Anruh is a massive fucking softie and I love that for her. Like, she’s such a romantic person without even realizing it. She can kill you in an instant or she can give you the softest forehead kisses, it’s such a wonderful duality. And it does create a ‘of mice and men’ kinda situation where she really wants to interact with the small things in the forest but she also knows damn well that she can snap nacks with the flick of her finger so she tries to stay away from them(I have an excerpt of this that I am unsure if I ever posted…). And then in comes Ruben lmao. I also really like her hairstyle <3

#hi I love them all <3 #ask game #Kit Kumar #Samir Hazeef #André Hernandez #Anruh

[hey-its-cweepy]

As I always Love The Long Form Oc Relationship Analysis

what would your Ocs Think of Amais ?

Hihi!

Long post again :)

ALSO SO SORRY IM LATE SKDNWLWNXKANQ

• Momo and Cweepy most likely end up very spooked :( Momo probably just goes BOLTING aisnalans

•Cho-Hee would be caught off guard at them popping in from time to time, but seems interested in what they draw (he's not much of an artist since he's scared of breaking the pencils/tools)

•Dallas pesters about the mind reading magic the moment he knows- 💀

•SALVATORE AND VINCENZO ARE CAUSING MISCHIEF WITH THEM SODNSKWND

•Dell and Aotome would try to calculate when they show up (Dell thinks its funny! Aotome does not...)

•Faust thinks its funny they come in out of seemingly nowhere, might also join in the mischief fun

•Hextian would be so sad if you made him live through memory lane✨ But otherwise, they enjoy their presence

•Benibara and Avery would think they're very annoying (Although Avery is lowkey curious about them in some aspects, she wouldnt persue it)

•Kenzo's really curious but also really mad at the mind reading aspect "TCH! Read anybody else but me!... Do tell me what it says though-"

•Venus wants to keep them out of trouble, but she's also very gullible sooo...

•Marinus thinks they're silly! /Pos Although you better be careful with the reliving memories/biggest fears aspect, you might just make a mess that you really dont want to be a part of...

•Kumo doesnt approve of this behaviour

•If you bump into Banji at the wrong time, he'll be a bit snappy, but I think they might work!

•Kamïk wants to join in on the mischief and questions what its like to read the minds of others (he'd stop if it bothers them though!)

•Clover gets spooked if they come in out of nowhere, but otherwise night also want to join in the mischief or ask about how they seem to be so good at conjuring magic

•Jolie definitely tried to snatch their hat once before hiding behind Clover and/or Avery to save herself

•Roan is intimidated by this amount of magic

•Pepper is even MORE paranoid, panicking if they could just come in out of nowhere and do something to him... Maybe spawning in front of him is a bad idea- pranks would be a WORSE idea-

•Wolfo does that dad laugh anytime they show up out of seemingly nowhere, if you stand around long enough, you might even see his tail flick and wag (as long as your pranks dont feature water or bright lights, you should be ok!)

•Creek thinks its fun they pop in out of nowhere! Definitely returns the mischief back though (as long as your pranks dont feature bright lights, it should be ok!)

•Poppet seems confused yet interested in the Kaiju art, trying to recognize them as people at the school- (Poppet will jump you if you use bright lights)

•Amos is spooked the first time, but eventually gets used to them suddenly coming in (or at least tries to, you'll notice his ears go back and his tail fluff up)

•Enid nags them for scaring her, but would want to keep them out of trouble

•Lorien would prefer they at least knock before showing up (as long as your pranks dont feature cats, it shoule be ok!)

•Jessica would almost accidently punch them the first few times (Also has a crisis at how they're seemingly effortlessly strong)

•Oceana is worried she might accidently crush them if they keep coming in with no warning!

•Jaiden would accidently prick his own finger and then apologize you had to see that

•You have a mildly annoyed, coffee soaked Mindel just by suddenly popping in...

•Frey would absolutely cause chaos with them

•Sylvester also wishes they would let themselves be known before popping in out of nowhere, but doesn't mind too much

•Mao accidently swings at them

•Cherokee and Amais sound like they'd cause chaos together-

•Shiloh gets very spooked when they pop in, thinks the kaiju art is neat though! Questions if they real/friendly though

•Midge thinks they're silly (/pos!), He likes them!

•Kendall leaps 5 feet into the air the moment the suddenly appear

•"Speckles", although spooked the first time, doesn't mind the sudden appearances! She considers them a sweet surprise and would love having them visit

#the chaos gang's all here! #IM SO SORRY IM LATE!!! #twisted wonderland #twist #twist oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted oc #twst

[kestrelvylbrand]

FFXIV Write 2: Bolt

Master List (Coming Soon)

“You’re killing me with these prices!” Kestrel sighed dramatically. The store owner did not look impressed. She was a middle-aged elezen woman, her iron-grey hair tied up into a neat bun. A pair of half-moon spectacles perched halfway down on her narrow nose. Her clothes were immaculate, as one might expect from an upscale store in Ishgard.

“These are newly imported from Radz-at-han,” she said with a sniff, pushing the glasses further up her nose so she could look Kestrel up and down. Kestrel struck a pose, then leaned sideways against the table with the fabrics rolled out. The conclusion of the woman’s examination clearly didn’t come out in Kestrel’s favor.

“They are handmade, very exquisite. I try not to judge a book by its cover…” She tilted her head, giving Kestrel another look. “... But if the price is too high for you, I am sure we can find something more in your range.”

The woman’s tone had softened slightly, perhaps at Kestrel’s expression. “I have some rather lovely organza, how does mauve sound?” She left the bolt of clothes on the table as she turned to find the mauve organza. Kestrel played idly with one of the pearls of the delicate fabric that had caught her eye from outside the store. It was a delicate, translucent fabric, fading from soft blue into a deep purple, like the sky right after the sun has set, before it truly gets dark. Pearls of various sizes dotted the fabric like stars. She didn’t usually pay much attention to fabrics but this one, this one had caught her attention immediately when she passed by.

She flicked one of the pearls, then smoothed out a fold with a defeated expression. Normally, she would not have hesitated to just grab the cloth and bolt, and when the shopkeeper had first eyed her with that hawkish, disdainful expression Kestrel knew all to well, that was exactly what she had planned to do. But now, another feeling crept in, keeping her nailed to the floor as the woman fussed over various fabrics. Was it guilt? Despite her initial impression, the woman had not turned Kestrel away at the door, and had in fact barely hesitated to bring the bolt of pearl-studded fabric out to show her, despite the fact that Kestrel knew it was all too clear she didn’t have the kind of money one would need for this kind of store. And now, she was trying her best to find something else, something just as good, even if she wasn’t quite succeeding. The old woman turned around with a few bolts of fabrics in her arms, the mauve organza, a soft, cream colored fabric that looked somewhat silken texture. A spring green fabric with a delicate white pattern. She placed them all on the table next to the blue fabric. Kestrel inspected them. They all looked nice enough, and she honestly didn’t know much about this stuff anyway. She could patch a shirt if she needed to, or maybe hem a pair of paints, but that was about as far as her skill with a needle went. The real artist was… 

Without even thinking, her hand had moved from the green fabric back to the blue. The woman sent her a sympathetic look. “Do you need it for something special?” she asked, her eyes once again inspecting Kestrel’s attire. From the bowler hat to the suspenders, to the worn, thigh-high boots, Kestrel wasn’t unstylish, but “delicate” and “pretty” was probably not words anyone would use to describe her, unlike the fabric she seemed so taken with. Kestrel glanced at the woman and pulled her hand back with a small sheepish nod. “Yeah, just a gift,” she mumbled with an apologetic smile. Why did she feel so awkward? The woman nodded. Then her brow furrowed, and with a surprising speed, she reached out and snatched Kestrel’s wrist, turning it over in her hand. Kestrel barely had time to react as the woman pushed the sleeve up to expose more of the tattoo that had peaked out under the white fabric. Crude, somewhat faded lines depicting a wolf in a stalking position appeared. The woman regarded it with an iron expression until Kestrel pulled her hand back and annoyed pulled the sleeve back down. She needed to be more careful now that she was back in Ishgard. In Limsa Lominsa or Ul’dah, the tattoo would likely have meant nothing to most people, but here, it was another story. “You run with the Ice Wolves?” she asked, her tone unreadable. Kestrel sighed. If the woman had hesitated to throw her out before, she probably wouldn’t for much longer. “Not anymore…” Kestrel’s tone was dismissive, her shoulders raising as she pushed her hands into her pocket. Maybe she should steal the fabric after all. Tonight perhaps, or another day. She blinked as the woman reached out and tilted her head up to look at her closer. “My... Graham’s sister, are you? Yes, I’ve heard of you.”

Kestrel blinked, surprised. They were well outside of the Wolves’ usual territory, and she doubted Graham would be able to demand protection money in this part of town. The woman’s expression softened. “Well, it was years ago,” she said. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen him. But you do look so much like him.” She let go of Kestrel’s face, inspecting her for a moment. “Tell you what. I owe Graham a favor, he was good to me once. Why don’t I give you a few yards of the blue fabric and you tell him to stop by for tea when you see him, yes?” Kestrel blinked again, stunned. This was not the kind of people she expected owing Graham favors, if that was what this could be called. She finally caught herself and nodded eagerly. “Of course. Thank you, if there’s anything I can ever do for you…” she rambled as the woman pulled out a pair of large, elegant silver scissors decorated with vines and flowers, and cut a line through the fabric. Then she folded it neatly, wrapping a piece of silk paper around it and putting it into a neat, rose-colored box before sending Kestrel a small smile. “Thank you, dear, I will keep that in mind, I am sure you are a person of many talents.” She handed Kestrel the box, and for a moment, Kestrel could have sworn she winked. She took the box with a sense of reverie, looking at it before sending the lady a wide grin and tipping her hat. 

When she left the store, it had started to snow.

Fabric Source

#ffxivwrite2022 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #kestrel #black cats and bowler hats

[wheredafandomat]

F&D - Search for Infinity ❤️‍🔥P21❤️‍🔥 Time to plan a party

Previous Chapter Next Chapter

The next morning you woke up to an empty bed. After a long yawn and a quick stretch, you made your way towards Lokis bathroom, quickly washing your face and brushing your teeth before deciding to hunt down your future husband and his gremlin. For some reason, you felt happier this morning as if your life wasn’t currently falling apart. Perhaps the knowledge of knowing you may not have had too many mornings like these left left you cherishing the remaining ones. Leaving Lokis room, you headed towards the kitchen where you assumed Loki and Sev were.

“You give these ones to mummy and remember to tell her you made them. These ones on the other hand are the ones I made.” You heard Loki speak as you turned to walk inside.

“I made mummy these ones.” Seven replied, pointing to the neat stack of pancakes Loki held.

“Fine.” Loki huffed “I made mummy these ones.” He said, picking up the plate of unappetising, messy pancakes decorated with a plethora of different sweets and fruits as opposed to his ones with a small helping of syrup.

“Morning mischief, morning princess.” You greeted them both, kissing Loki on the cheek as you took the plate from Sevens hand and placed it on the table before sitting her on your lap as you sat down.

“Inamorata.” Loki greeted, feeding you a strawberry as he kissed you on the head.

“What’s all this?” You smiled, gesturing to the plates of food.

“I made thisss.” Seven answered, eagerly pointing to Lokis plate of pancakes.

“And I guess that means I made these ones.” Loki added, pointing to the almost dripping plate as he sat down.

“Interesting” you laughed “why didn’t you wake me up Loki, I would have made breakfast.”

“I thought I’d let you sleep.” He answered, cutting a piece of the edible pancake and giving it to Seven.

“Again? Loki you’re allowed to wake me up, roll me off the bed if you have to.” You snorted.

“You just always look so angelic when you sleep, I wouldn’t dare disturb you.” He smiled.

The three of you continued to talk as you ate breakfast. One by one, each of the avengers wondered in, grabbing something to eat or speaking to you and Loki for a while before leaving. Usually you’d enjoy the quiet time but today you enjoyed each and every single conversation you had with each of them, your family. Who knew how many more times you’d be able to partake in such frivolous conversations. Even if you somehow managed to survive this plague, once the team found out, they were bound do treat you differently, as if you were weak, fragile. Them not knowing was a blessing. Luckily there wasn’t much for the Avengers to do considering SHIELD had recruited more agents a few weeks ago so they were able to cover most things especially since Fury knew you had a birthday to plan. He’d act like he didn’t care but you didn’t miss the wrapped gift he had left with Tony during yesterdays visit.

“I think Thor here would love to take his niece for a while, maybe watch a film or I don’t know, learn some maths or whatever she does when she’s not with you.” Nat suggested when Thor walked in.

“She’s actually very smart.” Thor remarked, looking at Seven as he narrowed his gaze.

“Pwincess.” Seven greeted, also narrowing her gaze too.

“Seven” Thor replied. “And I’m not a princess.”

“For.” She then corrected.

“What is this?” Loki asked, gaze flicking between Sev and Thor.

“From what I gathered when I arrived, Thor lost some sort of bet or game against your five year old, now he has to apparently tidy her room for life and give her ice cream whenever she wants.” Nat cut in.

“You are gambling with my five year old?” You scolded Thor.

“This wasn’t a simple bet, this is war.” Thor declared, picking Seven up as he ruffled her hair. “You’re the princess.” He said as he poked her nose. You were about to open your mouth to reply but you noticed one of Sevens tiaras from her room appear on Thors head.

“Loki! Was that you?” You gasped.

“No.” He answered as shocked as you.

“My baby is growing up, she’s a little trickster like her dad.” You smiled.

“You think you’re so funny don’t you, well let’s see how funny you are at the park.” Thor spoke, removing the crown from his head and placing it on Sevens head “do you mind y/n? I’ll ensure she’s safe, I am the god of Thunder.” He almost boasted. You looked at Loki who gave you a curt nod.

“Yep just bring her back in one piece please.” You replied. You got Seven ready before kissing her goodbye before she and Thor left leaving you, Loki and Nat.

“Right, what’s the plan for Sevs birthday?” Nat asked excitedly.

“Well she hasn’t seen Izzy for a while so I was thinking she’d go there for a sleepover.” You answered.

“I’ve also got something planned.” Loki grinned.

“Anyways” Nat continued, looking from Loki to you “we should do something here too, at least sing happy birthday. She’s the youngest avenger after all. Plus it’s the first birthday we’ve got with her.”

And perhaps the last one I’ll have with her you thought to yourself.

“You’re right, we’ll do something here first and then Loki will take her to London for the night.” You decided “oh yeah Loki, what was your surprise?”

“That’s for our ears only my darling.” He chuckled lowly.

“Okay ew.” Nat grimaced.

“Oh shut up, I’m sure you and Bruce didn’t keep the honeymoon PG.” you laughed.

“You know me y/n, there was nothing PG about it.” She winked.

The three of you planned a few things which included Natasha shouting down the phone in Russian after the balloon shop said they couldn’t fulfil her order in such a short space of time. There were also no cake shops available until Tony got wind of what you were up to and took the phone from your hand, telling the cake shop owners that he was their new boss.

“Tony!” You reprimanded.

“What’s the point in me being a billionaire if I can’t get little Sev a cake?” He shrugged.

“Yeah doesn’t mean you had to buy the whole shop.” You sighed “can you maybe also buy the balloon shop?”

“Gotcha.”

By the time Thor and Sev retuned, Sev holding an ice cream in each hand, you, Loki, Nat and Tony had planned a small gathering in two days time for Sevens birthday. You had sorted the location, cakes, balloons, food, a DJ, presents, a whole day at Disneyland with just you guys and a few more little more pieces.

“Hey baby, did you enjoy the park?” You asked, helping Sev remove her coat as she placed one of the half melted ice creams in your hand.

“It was very good, we love the swings.” Thor answered.

“Obviously not you you oaf.” Loki said to Thor.

“Yesss.” Seven beamed, taking the icecream from your hand and giving you the other one “for you.”

“Oh wow, thank you.” You smiled at the melted mess in your hand “I’m sure daddy would like some.” You added when you heard Loki giggling behind you.

A/N: I’ve forgotten how to write 😂 my apologies. Anyways imagine this gif as a scene, Thor and Loki both being serious but then the camera pans down to a child wearing a bright dress and holding a wand. Imagine you then gesturing for them to stand closer together so you could take a picture 🥺🤣 aw

Loki: This is the closest I’m standing to him y/n

Thor: Come on brother, I don’t bite

Loki: Well I do

Seven: Cheeeeeeese

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4, 10, 13, 18, and 40 for reina/dex aaaaa !!

4. first impression of each other? was it love at first sight?

oh god, it was definitely not love at first sight lmao i mean maybe there was something on dex's part cause [insert "i love the kind of woman that can kick my ass" meme], but that was still just like attraction, definitely not love. i'll start with him first actually. so his first impression of her was very much like in awe honestly, he thought she was downright gorgeous and definitely stared at her curves and muscles a little longer than he should have. they first met during her canonisation, and being one of the lieutenants of the gang, he was there to witness it and he was really impressed with her fighting abilities – not knowing her past as a literal professional boxer – when she easily fended off the other saints. but he learns rather quickly that she's a little too much like johnny (just maybe not as reckless) and he'd rather not get mixed up in whatever carnage she's causing, so he steers clear

reina's first impression of dex was literally just a small like "oh, he's cute" thought then that was about it... he gave her a little ego boost of course when he said no one had kicked ass like that since johnny when she was welcomed into the saints, but soon enough she learned just how much he liked to plan every little thing for missions, and he was a little too uptight for her tastes. they just didn't really get along at first. complete opposites attracts momence though... cause that didn't stop her from teasing him at times, because she loved making him blush, and eventually they were flirting a little bit back and forth when they became more friendly with one another when they realised the other wasn't that bad. she also would sometimes flick his visor up when she'd leave a conversation with him just to piss him off beyond belief

10. who drives? cooks? does the handiwork? cleans? pays the bills? handles the public?

i would say that for the most part reina does the driving more often. the only time i can really think of dex being the main one to drive them around would be during missions back when they worked under julius and then when they'd go on dates maybe and he was picking her up? they are both good at driving though, but reina just loves to make an engine purr. however, sometimes being in the car with her driving is scary cause she will drive on the sidewalk <3 but her precious hammerhead never gets banged up, she takes good care of her. i think it also shows how good a driver she is that dex lets her take the wheel of his raycaster sometimes when that thing is like his baby

cooking is 100% reina because she loves to cook. she is italian after all so i think that just speaks for itself (we love our food!) and she just knows how to make a good meal. but really the only reason she knows how to in the first place is because she started learning when she had rosa. before that she didn't show much interest in it at all, but she wanted her daughter to grow up with good food and tried to learn all of the recipes her mum used to make, though they weren't replicas by any means because she had to just look them up and play it by ear. she loves cooking for dex also, like honestly where's that post? hold on. it's like a love language for her almost

dex is definitely the one to clean lmao reina is an absolute mess while he is always so neat and tidy, almost annoyingly so. like you can just imagine in the kitchen alone after reina cooks, like she wreaks havoc by leaving so many packets of things around and cupboards open, and he's over here losing his mind over it. you'd think he'd get used to it, but nope. so he's almost always cleaning up after her with things like that – like her also leaving her makeup out and about all over the bathroom counters, and he's neatly organising them in her drawer only for the same thing to happen the next day...

paying the bills is pretty much split even i'd say? they both have a lot of money, but i suppose not all of his would have to be cleaned so... oh and he's like good with finances and accounting huh? (is this a hc or canon, i can't remember at this point) so maybe he deals with that more actually. i don't know what handling the public means in like the typical sense, but considering they become celebrities and such, then lmao neither of them. they kept their relationship a secret for a while until eventually they started showing up at saints-ultor media events together, then in an interview they confirm the rumours before going back to never mentioning it again. they are both just very private when it comes to their relationship (and rosa's safety by extension). but in general, i'm not sure, because they're both good with handling deals professionally, but in everyday life dex is more withdrawn and reina picks fights more than she should

13. what do they do for fun? do they have a favourite activity or do they like to switch things up?

reina can make literally everything fun, so it's always a good time with her, but i think a big thing that has stayed with them through their whole relationship is just driving around listening to music, with reina trying to get him to sing along with her – which is always funny considering how horrid she is at singing and how he doesn't want to sing along at all. when they were younger reina would definitely try to drag him out to clubs and saints' parties, because she loves to just be the centre of attention at all times, or getting him into all sorts of trouble considering what a thrill seeker she was. also like of course doing crime together >:)

their favourite activity is much more relaxed actually. movie nights. and this is both before her coma when it was just them, and then later on he joined in on the ones with her daughter once their relationship became more serious and she introduced the two of them. or failing to bake together because rosa wanted to learn... she's a big part of their relationship after the whole sorting things out after he almost had reina killed situation... so it's only natural that their favourite activity together involves her as well

18. what are their dates like? how long do/did they date? do they ever feel the need to take a break from each other?

their dates range from like these really fun and more casual situations to like super fancy ones later on in their relationship. like i think the casual ones always stay, but those fancy ones are only after he's joined ultor if that makes sense timeline wise? you understand. anyways, so arcades were a big thing for them when they were younger, as well as like just shooting the shit over some freckle bitch's or pizza. also can just definitely see things like paintball, laser tag, bowling – all those kinds of activities. now their first date after the situation was actually to poseidon's palace, so casinos are another thing they like to do, alongside expensive restaurants. then after that, they walked down the boardwalk and got ice cream together, so like just super cute and fun things always. also, in terms of ever feeling the need to take a break from each other, no. pretty sure that six years was enough <3 they're often so busy with work also, so i feel like that's kind of a break for them

timeline time!! SO they are all over the place. for a little over a year of knowing one another, they are just slowly becoming friends with reina occasionally flirting and teasing him, just to make him blush, but nothing actually happens between the two of them. the first time one of them makes a move is after one of the saints' parties once they've defeated two of the rival gangs and reina ends up on his lap on his couch lmao they only make out before she doesn't let it go any further than that, but it definitely causes a shift in their friendship (of course). despite not leaving things awkward, they do end up avoiding one another for a few weeks, then they go back to acting like it never happened. for five whole months. until the teasing starts again, then little kisses and spending time together in secret, before eventually that progresses. they're like properly together for around two weeks before the explosion... cut to six years later, a year after she got out of her coma, and they try things out again, but that is also slow going because of situations, then after that they're together for another eight years before he proposes

40. any special memories? do they have a special place they like to go to?

so many special memories... i think a big one for him is when she told him about rosa, especially considering it showed him that she truly trusted him again. but they've made a lot of special memories together over the like sixteen years of knowing each other. like it's hard for me to even keep track lmao cause all of their time together during the events of sr1 are really fond moments for them both to look back on, and then there's after they reconcile with reina seeing how he is with rosa and having these movie nights all together, just falling more in love with him every single day. like they are probably the most unlikely couple, but somehow they make it work. also not to throw some angst in, but little memories kind of get lost for reina considering the you know... injuries and such...

a special place for them is actually the stilwater boardwalk, and it comes with a few memories attached, but the big one specifically is after their first date together, following her coma, when they just walked down the length of it hand in hand and got ice cream together as the sun was going down, fairy lights overhead and stalls with cheap little trinkets all around. then they just sat on a bench and talked for a while, still not letting go of each other's hand

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#thank youuu bestie ilysm!! 💖 i think you already know most of this 👀 but alas. keeper of the reina lore so true... also am so sorry for #constantly writing essays but you signed up for this actually!! #pair: reina x dex #oc: reina #asks. #steelport