#i’ve said this before but there’s been so many times where i nearly spoil all of bmb just because i cannot wait to see how everyone reacts

[aloysiavirgata]

Think maybe Mulder knew Stella from his time in England? 👀

“Hello, Mulder,” she says, in her silk and sandpaper voice. “Fancy meeting you here.”

As though he hasn’t met her here before, as though his subconscious hadn’t sent him this way for her Hitchcock hair and her Hepburn timbre. He hasn’t worn the Stonehenge Rocks hat, thank goodness.

“How long has it been?” he asks, over Phoebe and Diana and Scully - Scully, like a bruise whose tenderness he keeps testing with a finger. He knows, nearly to the month, how long it’s been.

But he asks.

“Back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day,” Stella murmurs. She sips at the rock glass with her mouth like a damask rose. Blouse the color of old blood.

“‘Til he came to the place where the wild things are,” Mulder finishes, dreamy and wistful for the past and the future.

Stella makes a liquid sound. “You look good, Fox. Phoebe still misses you. Phoebe will always miss you.”

“I’m sure her aim’s getting better,” Mulder says.

Stella laughs into the sweet blackberry dark, the fiery gold of her drink. “I heard about your partner,” she says. “She desperately in love with you yet, Fox? Phoebe said she was quite devoted already a few years back, but you know how Phoebe is. A bit histrionic.”

He coughs a little. “We parted badly last time, Phoebe and I.”

“I heard,” Stella says. “Even I know better than to fuck victims, for heaven’s sake.”

She raises her brows for punctuation. Her eyes cooler than Scully’s, more calculating, however big and blue.

Mulder shakes his head. Good old Stella. He knows perfectly well she’d never get away with being so outspoken if she didn’t look like she does. The fact that Stella is perfectly aware of this pleases him. He knows his own Halo Effect as well, has exploited it shamelessly. Stella, like him, is a survivor.

“I’ve missed you too.” She winks for the fun of it. Mulder wonders how many poor bastards are desperately in love with Stella. He thinks Phoebe might have been, at a time.

“No you haven’t,” he says warmly. She is playful, but always honest.

“No, I haven’t.” she admits. “But I do now that I remember…aspects of you.” She makes a lazy circle with her tongue against the inside of her sculpted cheek.

Jesus, Stella! He blushes.

“I heard your partner is a doctor though,” Stella muses, swirling her ice. “I suppose she knows all the fun bits.”

“We haven’t…Phoebe doesn’t…” Mulder shakes his head again.

“Oh. Well. You around tonight?” she asks, direct as ever.

He is, he technically is, and he doesn’t have what it takes to say no to Stella or yes to his longing for his partner.

“Stella…” he says, low, hardening, remembering the sinuous machinery of her body, the way she left him both deeply satisfied and profoundly alone.

She gets to her feet, Detective Gibson, nudges his thighs apart with hers.

Mulder puts his hands at her hips, their roundness always surprising in such a small woman. She is pressed between his knees like a plucked flower. He touches her, draws her close. She smells like good breeding and warm silk and forgetting.

“What is it, Stella?” he murmurs. Remembers the constellation of freckles along her sternum, the taut vellum of her belly.

A whiff of her skin when she leans forward, a kiss of her platinum hair on his cheek. She presses her mouth to his, darts her tongue against his lips. Stella, Stella, this is what he needs to avoid the hard choices at home. Stella like an Akhal-Teke, lean and golden and rare. Riding her for miles.

“Go home,” she murmurs, her sweet, peaty breath in his mouth. “You’re absolutely useless, darling.”

He is stung. “Stella, I-“

“Let’s not spoil the memories, hmm?” she says. “Go tell her.”

“I don’t -“

Stella’s immaculate finger at his mouth.

She leaves cash at the bar, saunters out from between his legs without ever looking back.

#xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #bbc the fall #stella gibson #fox mulder #phoebe green #prompt #all things

[pillsarchive]

Castlevania - Imagine Vlad Tepes giving you a private tour of the louvre at night

NOTES: Over the summer I went to the louvre in the daytime. I loved it but the heat was terrible and there were way way way too many people for my liking so I got to thinking - what if you had a cool radical vampire bf with cool radical vampire powers to break you in at night and make sure you get to really look at everything? I know he's a musuem girlie, no way he wouldn't take the time to personally explain the history of (and his personal expirience with) every object that really caught your eye.

Ignore the technicalities, I know breaking in probably wouldn't be as easy as just climbing through a skylight. He ate all the guards or something - whatever makes it more plausible.

WARNINGS: None, some happy crying but its mostly just fluff.

“How has no one asked why you’re carrying a blindfolded girl around yet? I know you have powers and stuff, but you cant glamour everyone on the streets of Paris… can - can you do that?”

Vlad nearly giggled as he held you closer to his cold body.

“Your human eardrums would split if I told you all the details - the words for some of the abilities I have cant be translated into english, im afraid.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling. He began to speak again.

“It also helps that we’re breaking in, and it’s nighttime.”

You paled and looked up at him, mouth slacking open.

“Wait what?”

“Oh dont act so shocked.”

The corners of your mouth quirked up. You could barely sit still as he held you, walking so smoothly it felt as if you were both laying down. You had asked him a million times where you were going, why a blindfold was necessary, and all he had given you so far was a smug “it’s a surprise darling, you have to be patient.”

That had never been one of your virtues.

The sound of the night and all the people walking around suddenly dulled and you felt yourself slowly begin to lift then descend into a cold room. 

You clung to your boyfriends chest. 

“Woa- jesus are we falling through someone’s roof?”

“No, no, I suppose now is an opportune time to tell you where we are and take your blindfold off.”

“Really?”

“Yes really, ill help you - here -”

His fingers untied the knot and the black silk ribbon fell from your eyes.

When you saw where you were you slapped your hand over your mouth, resisting the urge to cry. 

“The louvre, my love. You said you’d like to see it with me but I cant go out during it’s business hours and you’ve always worried about the crowds - I figured I’d make the situation a little easier for the both of us. “

Now you felt hot tears spill out of your eyes and roll down your face in rivers. What had you ever done to deserve him? How could someone this amazing be as hopelessly in love with you as you were with him? You had always loved art and you’d tried to go to the louvre once with some friends before you’d met vlad, but the crowds made you too anxious and it was so hot in the daytime. At night the moon shone through the glass ceiling of the entrance room and refracted off of the big glass pyramid, the marble walls were cool to the touch. 

Vlad noticed your tears and smiled.

“No need to cry dragul meu, think of it as your birthday present - though rest assured you will be getting much more than this. I greatly enjoy spoiling you, you realize.”

You laughed and pulled him into a tight hug, playing with his long black hair.

“How am I supposed to top this when it’s your birthday? Im thankful, but this is a lot already. The best birthday present I was expecting to receive like ever in my whole life was a car, maybe a lot of books or tickets to orlando horror nights if I got lucky.”

He smiled and ran his gloved hands over your back as he spoke.

“Trust me, my love, you give me the best present ive ever gotten - ever in thousands of years over thousands of lifetimes by being with me and loving me. After doing all the things ive done I never expected anyone that knows my face to stay with me, let alone someone i’ve been pining over for a decade. Lubitul meu.”

You pulled away from the hug and kissed him. He smiled into the kiss and cupped your face in his hands. After a while he pulled away. 

“As much as Id enjoy standing with you and kissing you for the rest of the night, I want you to get as much time with your gift as you can.”

You grinned and took his hand, looking up at him.

“Can we start with the renaissance statues?”

“Of course”

You walked into the moonlit gallery, grabbing a map as you went. The museum was completely empty save for you two and you couldn’t have been happier.

#dracula #vlad tepes #castlevania #castlevania imagine #vlad dracula #vlad the impaler #dracula x reader #vlad tepes x reader #castlevania x you #castlevania x reader #fluff #no smut #he's in love #just a little guy #god i feel so weird writing imagines #cringe culture is dead but its claws still grip me

[spookyboywhump]

More Eve!!!!! This is her coming home + her first major injury :3c From here it’ll probably stop being chronological whatever I post with her and instead spaced out whenever just for funsies

Word Count: 2,240

CW: pet whump, dehumanization, burning of the whumpee

***

The girl looked around her new home curiously, her hands clasped together behind her back. From the moment they walked through the doorway she was overwhelmed by how neat and pristine everything looked, like the modeled rooms of a furniture store. She didn’t want to risk touching anything, like she would somehow break or dirty something just by putting her hands on it.

The woman, who had explained her name was Natalia Fairfax, but she could only refer to her as Miss, or Miss Fairfax, led her from room to room, a living room with a large television mounted on the wall, a well stocked kitchen and adjoining dining room, an office with bookshelves full of more books than she’d ever seen outside a store or library. Upstairs was Natalia’s bedroom, the guest bedrooms, and the guest bathroom. They were about to walk back downstairs when she finally spoke up, her voice soft and timid.

“Uh- um, Miss Fairfax…?” She asked hesitantly.

“Yes, what is it?” She paused with her hand on the staircase railing.

“Which room will be mine? I-I just want to make sure I ask before it gets too late-“

“Room? You think that pets get rooms?” There was that hint of a smile again, she was amused by what she thought was a simple question. “No, I’m sorry to say that I don’t spoil my pets. Bedrooms are for people, come with me downstairs and I’ll show you where you will sleep.” She told her.

“Yes ma’am…” She followed her back downstairs, being mindful to hide her disappointment. She knew that not all owners were as kind of generous as others, but it still hurt a little, she’d been so hopeful about sleeping in a real bed after so long on a concrete floor or uncomfortable cot.

In the kitchen there was another door aside from the one that led to the pantry, she hadn’t questioned it the first time they went through there. Natalia opened it up and turned a light on, leading her down another flight of stairs into the basement. Each step down made her more and more nervous, she’d always hated going down into the basement as a child, there were always spiders in the house she grew up in, and before she’d been bought she’d heard so many horror stories about owners with whole torture rooms in their basements, not unlike the training rooms she hated so much.

As they actually entered the main part of the basement, she saw it wasn’t nearly as bad as she’d been expecting, nothing special but clean, no weapons of torture in sight, just a nice washer and dryer, some racks containing extra household items and cleaning supplies, what looked like a closet for extra space, and some storage containers stacked up against the wall. She let out a sigh of relief, she almost felt silly for being so afraid.

“I hope you know how to do laundry, you’ll be responsible for all of it now as part of your chores.” Natalia said, and she nodded quickly.

“Yes ma’am, I can do that.” She assured her.

“Good, and you’ll be sleeping in there.” She said, gesturing to the closet door. “I’ve already left some things you’ll need in there, but I’ll have to do something about getting you more clothes and properly fitting shoes.” She said, looking her over, it felt like she was scrutinizing every aspect of her appearance. “You can take a look and take some time to rest if you need to, come find me upstairs when you’re ready.” She told her, and she nodded again. She watched her go back upstairs, waiting until she heard the door at the top shut before she finally relaxed. Natalia put her on edge, she was very cold and her eyes were intense no matter how she looked at her, she felt like one wrong move would get her in big trouble.

Now that she was alone, she went to check out what was supposed to be where she slept. It looked like a closet that had been cleaned out just for her, it was big enough to walk into, probably big enough to comfortably lay down in, but rather narrow. The shelves were almost empty, aside from some folded up blankets, a pillow, and a digital alarm clock.

She looked around the basement a little bit longer, getting herself familiar with another part of the house she’d be working in. Finally, she went back upstairs where she found Natalia in her office. She looked up from her laptop when she entered the room, giving her a disapproving look.

“You’ll want to knock before entering a room unless I’ve called you inside from now on. Go ahead and come here though.” She said, pushing her chair back from her desk. Nervously, she walked over to her, and after Natalia gestured to the floor, she dropped to her knees. “I need to get you a new collar, which means you’ll get a name tag with it. I’ve been thinking about the name Eve for you.” She told her.

“Eve…?”

“Yes. It’s short, but I think it’ll fit you nicely. I expect you to respond immediately when I call your name, do you understand?” She’d been anxious about what Natalia may choose to name her, she’d heard of all kinds of demeaning and humiliating names pets had gotten stuck with, but Eve… she thought it was pretty, she felt lucky even.

“Yes ma’am.” Eve told her, accepting her new name without complaint. She wouldn’t say she had no attachment to her actual name, but she’d happily take this over anything insulting.

“Good girl.” Natalia smiled at her. “As long as you obey me and do your job here well, then you should be fine. I intend to keep you only as long as you’re useful, but you seem like you’ll last a while.” Eve chose to take that as a compliment, she wanted to last a while, forever even. After all, she didn’t want to find out what Natalia did with pets that were no longer useful.

***

Eve settled down n and tried to adapt to the rules here quickly. She learned the hard way the first morning he woke up in the house that Natalia would allow her to learn to cook, but that she should learn quickly as she wouldn’t be allowed to eat anything she hadn’t prepared. Natalia had put instructions for making breakfast on the counter and told her to start learning or go hungry, and sadly, she was not a natural in the kitchen. For the first few weeks her diet consisted primarily of burnt toast and overcooked eggs, most of the other food she messed up wasn’t even edible.

The rest of the chores were easy, but exhausting on a nearly empty stomach. She cleaned her mistakes in the kitchen multiple times a day and tended to the upkeep of every single other room in the house. She felt like she was cleaning before the mess could even be created, but she supposed this was just what was necessary to keep a home like this looking as picture perfect as it was.

She didn’t think it would be hard, only Natalia lived there after all, but with the amount of things that needed to be done every single day, she hardly had a moment to herself until she was allowed to go to bed. That alarm clock would go off at five thirty every morning, when she would have to get up and start everything over again.

After nearly two months there, her skills with breakfast had improved immensely, she could make a variety of things now and she felt more confident in her abilities there, but dinner was causing her to struggle. She was always overwhelmed, there were always so many things to do at once and it never came out right. She’d usually end up going to bed hungry after Natalia scolded her for messing up again.

She’d been punished for some of the most ruined meals, made to kneel on dry rice for two hours after she mistakenly burnt the rice for dinner, salt rubbed into preexisting cuts and scrapes when she seriously over salted one meal, she never resisted the punishments and as she cried, Natalia would tell her she would know better next time now, she wouldn’t have to repeat this, and she’d keep those punishments in the back of her mind whenever she went to start preparing another meal.

The worst of it came late one evening. She’d fallen behind on her chores so dinner was running late, and though Eve was doing her best, she was in a hurry and things were not going well. The chicken she’d been cooking in one pan had clearly burnt and there was no going back from that and the water she was trying to boil for pasta seemed like it would never reach a boiling point. She kept stirring the sauce in the pot on a back burner, anxiously biting her lip as she knew there was no way in which this could end well for her. She froze as she heard footsteps entering the room, Natalia approaching her.

“Again, Eve?” She asked, sounded exasperated.

“I-I’m sorry ma’am, I’m sorry, I was trying but there was just-“

“I don’t want to hear your excuses!” She snapped at her. She shoved her away from the stove, looking over the damage she’d done this time. “I feel I’ve been more than patient with you and yet you continue to fuck up completely simple tasks, I’m starting to wonder if you’re even worth keeping around!” The comment felt like a punch to the gut, Eve’s heart pounded in her chest, sweat pricked at the back of her neck and suddenly the spacious kitchen felt much smaller, much hotter, she thought she was going to be sick.

“N-no!” She blurted out. “No, please, I promise I’ll do better, please punish me, give- give me more time, I’ll do better!” She insisted, tears welling up in her eyes. She didn’t know what would happen to her if Natalia decided she wasn’t worth keeping around, she didn’t know if they’d take her back and let her work again or if they’d finally just put her down and get it over with. Natalia just looked even angrier with her, her hand wrapped around the handle of the pot of hot water.

“You do not tell me no.” She said through gritted teeth. Eve took a step back, she knew she was in danger, she hadn’t seen Natalia this angry before.

“I’m sorry…” She whimpered. Apologies meant nothing to Natalia though, and she knew that, it had never helped her before, but Natalia’s punishments were always strategic and thought out. She didn’t take even a second to think about this, she lifted the pot from the stove in one quick movement and splashed the hot water onto her, eliciting a shriek from Eve as she instinctively turned away to protect herself.

She didn’t throw the whole pot of near boiling water on her, but it was certainly enough, and she’d only managed to protect her chest and stomach from getting the worst of it. The right side of her body was still soaked, searing pain from her shoulder all the way down her leg, she could feel it in her ribs, her shorts wet and sticking to her thigh, she desperately shook water off her arm as she cried, stumbling towards the sink for cold water.

“H-hot, it’s really hot, please- please help me, I’m sorry ma’am, I’m sorry, please help!” She cried, trying to run cold water from the faucet over her arm but it just wasn’t enough, too much of her body felt like it was on fire for just the kitchen sink to help her, her legs were shaking and all she could think of was how badly she needed the pain to stop.

“Why should I? You brought this on yourself.” Natalia said, glaring at her.

“Please!” She sobbed, collapsing against the counter, barely managing to hold herself up by gripping onto the edge. After a moment Natalia sighed heavily, she stormed over and opened a drawer next to the sink to get a hand towel before shutting the water off. She used the towel to dry off the remaining water on her, she was so rough in doing so it caused Eve to start screaming again.

“Quiet! I’m trying to help you but I won’t if you’re going to keep shrieking in my ear!” She hissed, and Eve bit down on her lip, whimpering pitifully as she tried to keep quiet. Natalia took her arm in her hand, looking over the damage done with a scowl on her face. “I think you’re going to need to see someone for this.”

“Like… Like a doctor…?” She asked.

“Yes, a doctor.” She said it like Eve was stupid. “Not the kind you’re used to I’m sure.” Eve didn’t know what she meant by that, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out.

She assumed if she was going to see a doctor, she’d be given treatment, even time to recover. She was already praying that it wouldn’t take too long, Natalia was being gracious enough to get her seen at all, she just hoped she intended to keep her afterwards.

#whump #whump writing #my writing #my oc’s #Eve #Natalia #pet whump #dehumanization #Eve my beloved….. #yeah that’s gonna leave a pretty bad scar on the poor girl #lady whumpee #Natalia has been fun to write #because she’s always been the least developed of the Fairfax siblings #but I always imagined Nicholas is most similar to her #and I get to see that more the more I write her

[sarifinasnightmare]

Knife Skills

Rating: Slightly Mature? No vegans allowed.

Pairing: Sarah X Bucky

Author's Note: I wrote this because I wanted to participate in the bingo and couldn't think of anything better. Please be gentle.

Summary: Sarah is going to best her cousin at the cook out and Bucky's going to help.

July 1-7: Cook Out

“You know what you’re doing, right?” Bucky asked Sarah as he studied the challenge lying before them.

4th of July cook out was apparently serious business in the Wilson house. Family members were coming, and everyone was determined to outdo the other person with some excellent cuisine. Cousin Whitney was about the same age as Sarah so naturally they’ve been in competition since the womb. Sometimes it was friendly, sometimes it wasn’t. During Easter she was flirting heavily with Bucky and Sarah had to put her in her place, letting her know that the super soldier was her man.

“It may have been a few years since I’ve done one of these, but it’s like getting on a bike. Easy.” She reassured him as she set out the knives.

“This isn’t a bike, Sarah, it’s a gator.” He said pointing at the 28lb reptile sitting on the plastic covered dining room table.

“Work with me, sugar. I need to brine this tonight so it can be ready for smoking tomorrow. Sam said you’re good with knifes so you can help me skin this guy quick.”

“I stabbed people, I never skinned anyone.” He quickly went through his memory to double check, then nodded.

“You said you’d help!”

“Okay, I did. Just tell me what to do.”

Sarah handed him a knife, Bucky gripped the handle, finding it comfortable and studied the blade.

“I’m going to make the first incisions. What you have to do is run the knife over the top, avoiding the scutes, all the way down the middle of his tail so we can peel the skin off like a coat. Start here where I made the first cut. Work your way down the center while I do the limbs.”

Bucky didn’t know how he was going to do this, but when Sarah needed him, he like a good boyfriend rose to save the day. He would’ve preferred a burning building to this but too late to back down now. Following her instructions, he began to carefully cut down the middle of the reptile.

“Don’t dig too deep. If you rip open any organs, especially the stomach, it’s over. The meat will spoil and I’ll never get the smug look off of Whitney’s face.”

“You know I’m not interested in your cousin Whitney.” Bucky said as he effortlessly ran the knife over the gator, peeling the tough skin to reveal the nearly white flesh underneath.

“I know,” Sarah said as she worked off the skin from the gator’s limbs, leaving the claws intact. “But she don’t know when to quit and if I can beat her stuffed turkey wings with MY Cajun smoked grilled gator then that will leave her pouting. That’s step one!”

“And step two?” Bucky dared to ask.

“Step two is me getting a mani/pedi while you watch the gator for four and half hours give or take…”

“Four hours??”

“…so I can look snatched in my pink halter sun dress with you by my side.” She continued. “Whitney is going to be fouler than Titi Gina’s barbeque chicken.”

“You’re wearing the pink halter top dress?” Bucky’s gaze got heated. “You know what it does to me.”

Sarah smiled smugly. “That’s the idea. I want your eyes on me at all times.”

Carefully he continued to slice with the blade, pulling the skin from the pink and white meat with growing confidence. “You know if you wanted to mark your territory, you could just sit on my lap and have your way with me.” He waggled his brows.

“I think that’s called lewd conduct. Quite unbecoming of an Avenger.” she teased.

“I never claimed to be an Avenger.” He retorted, then added saucily. “So if you want to claim me. Claim me.”

“Boy if it wasn’t for this gator…” She growled, then checked their progress. “You’re doing great! Now, help me flip this guy over.”

After a while they managed to separate the hide from the flesh and, in probably one of the weirdest things Bucky’s ever had to do, he used his metal arm to peel the skin off the body in one go. “This is so wrong.”

“Hush, now put the skin in that bucket for salting later and let’s carefully get the guts out so we can put the body in the brine bucket. Let me do it.”

“Gladly,” Bucky said as he made a face while putting the heavy hide into the waiting container.

They carefully disposed of the innards before having a mild panic attack as they struggled to put the gator into the brine.

“Do we have to keep the head on??”

“Yes!”

“It’s weird.”

“Oh Bucky. Grow up!”

“This will be delicious, right?”

Sarah glared at him. “Do you doubt my cooking skills?”

“Sorry, stupid question.” He looked around. “Looks like a crime scene.”

“Don’t worry, the victim will be delicious tomorrow.”

Bucky chuckled and dutifully helped her clean up before they crashed together, exhausted.

The next day, Bucky babysat the gator as it smoked in the grill then drooled at how beautiful Sarah looked all dolled up, hair and nails on point in her sexy pink dress. Whitney scowled as everyone raved over the gator meat and was too busy whining to realize that the triumphant couple had snuck off somewhere private as the fireworks began. Sarah pushed Bucky onto the backseat of an abandoned truck in their garage and staked her claim on her handsome boyfriend with mingling moans of delight. Bucky didn’t mind it one bit.

#sarah wilson #bucky barnes #sarah wilson x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x sarah wilson #sarahbucky #buckysarah #all caps bingo 2023 #sarahbucky bingo #tfatws #tfatws fic #in love in delacroix #fleur de louve #fleurdelouve

[mysterious-moonstruck-musings]

Hej,

please…please tag me in the list I nearly overlook you next chapter 23!

I praised you work before and i really freak out about it, because it’s so dam good.

I have a little request!

If you have the time 🙏 Tell me a little bit about the inspiration for the story? You create such an deep and real universe and brings the characters to life.

Both Dieter and Talia… I can’t get over it….think about the backstory/you description about Dieters behavior about relationships and it’s haunt’s me.

How did you start with the story in the first place? Is there some personal experience you weave into the story? And it’s this your first posting a story like this or did you write other story before?

Sorry, I have so much more question’s to you, but these haunting me the most!

And I know the story between these two lovebirds isn’t over…but i personally hope to read much more from you in the future ☺️

Praises, praise, praise… for you talents!

And thanks for tell about the good and bad parts of life! Where there is darkness, there is also light 😍 ah i love Happy Ends!

I move over to chapter 23 now…can’t wait to read his finally!

Best wishes and thank you!!

Thanks for the ask and kind words! 😭💜

More after the cut because it got kind of long…

This is indeed the first fic I have written on Tumblr. I used to write a lot when I was younger. I wrote a lot of poetry. I even did a horror trilogy once in high school for creative writing, which several of my teachers loved and others thought I was off my rocker…but I digress. 🤣

Once I started college and got my big girl job in higher education, I pretty much stopped writing for fun. I just didn’t have the time or the mental energy to do it. I finally gave up on higher education work after 16 years for a job that has a better work/life balance and I’m finally getting back into writing again. It’s been hard to get my mind reprogrammed from writing data driven reports and evidence based research, to this. It’s two very different things that uses very different language and I feel sooo out of practice. I am, however, slowly finding my way back.

I have mentioned little tidbits about my personal experiences in the Today’s Musings Extras for this fic. I’ve not gone into too many details because I don’t want to inadvertently spoil anything. I am indeed drawing heavily from life experiences for this fic unfortunately.

Everything I have witnessed, I wasn’t always directly involved in. Some of it was just the nature of my job. I did spend three years working in student conduct and behavioral intervention. A lot of the conduct issues really came down to students who were having personal troubles and really just needed help. A lot of it was mental health struggles or problems at home related to mental health struggles of family members. I worked closely with our counseling center during this time. I gained some amazing friends and learned a lot in the process.

With that said, A LOT of this is coming from things I have dealt with directly. There is a lot of me in Talia…the high functioning anxiety, the self doubt, the compartmentalization and rationalization. I work in IT and I’m a big crafting nerd too. So all those parts of her, do come from me. The other parts like the PTSD, history of emotional and psychological abuse, and drinking come from people I’m close to and have witnessed the affects of firsthand.

Dieter is one of my favorite Pedro boys and I felt like he was a great vehicle for exploring these topics. This version of Dieter is inspired by people in my life as well. The experiences he is having are very much pulling from multiple real life situations. They were and still are hard to deal with some days. I feel like it’s important that readers get to see all sides of these types of situations. Especially the side of those who are affected by the mental health struggles of those closest to them. That is something that is often overlooked and those people suffer in silence, just as much as the individuals who are experiencing the mental health crises themselves. That’s all I’ll say for now to avoid spoiling anything. Check back with me after we find out what is going on with Dieter and I might share more about what inspired his journey.

As far a the actual storyline goes, it’s all made up based around the traits I have created for these two and Dieter’s character in The Bubble.

Thank you for the ask and no worries about all the questions! I love that you want to know more about the story!

And lastly, I tried adding you to the tag list, but it won’t let me tag you. Do you possibly have your visibility settings turned off? I’m not sure what else would cause that. ☹️

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[britany1997]

For @misslavenderlady Happy 26th Birthday!!

Birthdays Are Bigger In Texas

Ahhh I loved writing this for you!!! I hope you have an amazing birthday! Thank you for letting me use your Southern boy, I hope you enjoy this!!!

Pre-read by fellow Texans @cryptic-michael and @bookworm551 🤠

(Also, I’m posting this now because it’s officially your birthday, but it occurred to me that we may not be in the same time zone, so hopefully it’s your birthday where you are lol)

Southern Michael x Lave🥰 (no pronouns used)

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You shifted on the balls of your feet as you waited for Michael to answer the door. It swung wide open as the smiling face of your favorite cowboy popped out. “Happy Birthday Darlin’!” He said while pulling you into a tight hug. You giggled as you melted into the warmth of his arms.

After he released you, he took your hand in his as he led you to his room. You passed Miss Lucy and she offered you a beautiful smile and a “Happy Birthday Sweetie pie!” She reminded Michael to bring you to the kitchen later for a slice of the cake she’d baked just for you.

Michael promised her he would as he pulled you towards his room. Warmth bloomed within you at the exchange, the Emersons were incredibly hospitable. Miss Lucy already treated you like one of her own.

Michael sat you on the bed in his room, “stay right there,” he told you as he began to riffle through his things before pulling out a meticulously wrapped gift. “Now baby,” he started, “your gift tonight has three parts to it. This here’s part one.” He told you handing you the box.

“Michael,” you said blushing, “you really didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Shucks darlin,’” he replied, “birthdays are a big deal ta my family. ‘Sides,” he said, “who could resist spoiling a purdy thing like you.”

You felt your cheeks flush red once more as you kissed his cheek and took the box he had held out to you.

You tore at the wrapping before revealing a shoe box from Cavender’s. You gasped, “is this what I think it is?” You asked while taking off the lid.

He shot you a half smile as you lifted the brown leather boots from the box. “So we can match,” he said, blushing as he turned his heel to the side, showing you his brown boots. His significantly more worn then your brand new ones, but other than that, they were nearly identical.

He knelt down in front of you slipping off your sneakers and replacing them with your new boots. You kissed his forehead when he finished. “Thank you,” you told him, “they’re perfect.”

He blushed and slipped his hand into yours “It’s nothin’ hon,” he told you, “now come with me, I wanna show ya the next part of your gift.”

You giggled and allowed him to lead you around once more, this time out the back door of his house and down to a nearby park where you’d spent many nights laid out on picnic blankets, stargazing together.

You gasped as you saw the park’s rotunda had been decorated with fairy lights and streamers. You glanced over at Michael as he shot you a smile, confirming that the setup was just for you.

Michael took your hand and led you to the center of the pavilion. He slipped a tape into the boombox he’d set up before the two of you had arrived.

After, he placed your hand on his shoulder before slipping his around the small of your back and pulling you close to him.

You blushed and slid your other hand up to his shoulder as well. Michael started to sway the two of you as music played from the boombox. The soft tones of guitar music flooded your ears. The song sounded familiar, but you couldn’t quite place it.

When you heard the sound of Michael’s voice your face flashed with recognition as he sang:

“…Now everything is new,

And all I’ve learned is overturned,

I beg of you,

Don’t go wasting your emotion,

Lay all your love on me.”

The usual sound of the energetic pop song, replaced by a soft acoustic melody, covered by your sweet cowboy.

You stopped moving and let out a little gasp, “This- I- It’s you!” You sputtered.

He blushed bright red. “Yeah,” he said, “I thought about bringin’ ya out here and sittin’ ya down so I could play if for ya,” a smile spread over his face, “but shoot baby, I just wanted to hold ya too bad.”

He buried his face in your shoulder, “do ya like it hon?” He asked.

“Michael, baby,” you whispered. He picked his head up from your shoulder and stared into your eyes. “It’s perfect,” you told him, “I love it.”

He beamed, “I’m glad ta hear it darlin’,” he said, “because the last part of your gift is the tape. So you can listen anytime you’d like.”

You flashed him your brightest smile as you pulled him into a tight hug, “thank you,” you told him, “you make me feel so loved.”

“That’s cause ya are,” he said while kissing your cheek and moving you to the music once more, “Happy Birthday Darlin,’ I love ya to the moon and back,”

You kissed him softly, “I love you just as far,” you whispered in his ear as you swayed in his arms.

“Don’t go wasting your emotion,

Lay all your love on me,

Don’t go sharing your devotion,

Lay all you love on me,

Don’t go wasting your emotion…”

As the song faded out your lips met his in a sweet and romantic kiss. When you finally pulled away, Michael had a dopey grin on his face.

“Hell, keep kissin me like that Darlin’ and I’ll start ta think it’s my birthday” he told you chuckling to himself.

You giggled back “thank you for everything,” you told him.

He exhaled, his lips relaxed into a soft smile, “anytime darlin.’ Anytime.” He replied as he pulled you in for another kiss.

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#the lost boys #southern michael #tlb #the lost boys fic #lost boys #lost boys fic #michael #michael lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987

[romantiqueofthemind]

Wearing Your Shirt

Sorry I’ve been inactive recently guys! School has been crazyyy and I’ve been writing like crazyyy. I promise there are things coming soon! But in the meantime whilst you wait for part 3 of Dreaming of You, here is a smutty imagine I wrote at 3am!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY Smut, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Thigh Riding, Fingering, Breeding Kink, Fluff at the end if you squint

Word Count: 1.1k

The moment you heard the lock click and the doorknob turn your heart sunk slightly. You were annoyed. More than annoyed, you were sexually frustrated as fuck. You stood in the main room with your arms crossed and an annoyed look on your face. Austin however greeted you with a hug and leaned down to kiss you. What is usually a more intimate kiss whenever he comes home, this one was short and somewhat bittersweet as you pulled away from him almost instantly. He looked at you with a confused look on his face. “Baby? What’s wrong?” He asked in his low soothing voice trying to console you.

You’re sexually frustrated and express this to Austin. Explaining that you haven’t had good sex with him in a while because he’s been so busy with work. He pulls you closer and his fingers ghost your heat which gets you even more annoyed and you practically demand him to touch you as you place his hand between your legs and kiss him. You ask him to choke you softly which he does. All of this making you ache for him. “Daddy spoils you baby. You know that?” “You’re daddy’s little brat.” “If you want to act like a spoiled brat I’ll treat you like one.”

He picks you up and takes you to the bedroom you two share and sits on the edge of the bed, bending you over his lap. He pushes your shorts and panties up and out of the way and spanks you harder than you were expecting making you jump and whimper. He does this a few more times before pulling you up on his lap and asking you “How many was that baby?” You softly curse yourself under your breath since you weren’t keeping track and before you know it you’re bent back over on his lap and whimper more and more as he spanks you a few more times. “How many was that baby?” He asked again. “N-nine.” You mutter out. Austin hums in approval before spanking you one more time harder than he had previously causing you to let out a slight cry at the stinging feeling. He tossed you on the bed and started undressing you taking off your shorts and your panties. He stopped when he noticed you take off your shirt. “Baby? Are you wearing my shirt?” He asked. His voice sounded calm and not nearly as aggressive. Still hesitant you nod and hand it to him. “Sorry baby, I like wearing your shirts. They’re comfortable.” Austin smirks before unbuttoning his work shirt and tossed it to you. “Here you go baby. You can wear this one.” You looked up at him slightly confused. “Honey, this is your work shirt. Why do-“ “Put it on baby.” He said sternly cutting you off. Without question you did as he requested, earning a smirk from your boyfriend as he looked you up and down in the white button down he had worn.

He fingers you on all fours, you push back against his hand, then he gets the idea for you to sit on his lap and ride his fingers as he curled them up inside you. You ride his thigh and fingers as he pulls you in and kisses you deeply. “Such a needy little brat for daddy’s fingers. Making you want to cum already baby?” All you can do is nod and ride his fingers faster and harder feeling the knot in your stomach get tighter and tighter as it became harder and harder to control. You eventually cave, and let your orgasm wash over you as you remain still. Austin’s fingers still pushing into you slowly to ride you through your orgasm. He places his hand on your jaw and pulls you close to where your lips are barely touching and he says “Did I say you could cum yet kitten?” You nod and before you know it, you’re tossed on the bed again once again on all fours and your stomach drops when you hear Austin take off his belt and pants. You whimper and jolt your body forward when you feel the sudden sting and heat of leather on your bare bottom.

Austin finally begins to fuck you hard and rough, dirty talking you through it. “You’re so fucking needy aren’t you baby? You missed getting fucked by daddy’s cock so good?” At this point all you could do was moan and nod your head into the pillow, you’re spine beginning to ache slightly from how arched it had been for such a long time. Before long Austin was burying himself inside you, moans and profanities leaving his lips as he loved the feeling of being this deep inside you. “Such a good girl taking all of daddy’s cock. God, you feel amazing baby. I’m so fucking lucky.” He said before smacking his hand back down onto your bottom. You could feel him getting closer and closer and you were trying your best to hold in your overwhelming orgasm but with each hard thrust Austin gave, it became harder and harder.

“Fuck Austin..baby I’m going to cum!” You whimpered out from beneath him, noticing his pace quickened for a moment once you said that. “Not yet baby. You can hold it a little bit longer.” He replied his voice sounding softer and not as intimidating as it had been. Your legs were beginning to shake as you started mewling into the pillow softly. “So fucking perfect for me baby. You’re so beautiful. I love you so much. You make me want to give you my last name and…Fuck…have my babies!” Austin moaned as his body stiffened and you moaned into the pillow finally letting your orgasm wash over you. The feeling of Austin coming inside you was enough to send you over the edge and had your body shaking. Austin pulled out gently and nearly collapsed onto his side of the bed next to you. His chest rising and falling rapidly as a thin layer of sweat coated his body. You too were trying to catch your breath as you cuddled up next to him and almost instantly falling asleep.

You felt Austin kiss your head gently and whisper to you “I love you so much baby. I meant every word about wanting to start a life with you, marry you.” Your eyes were closed but you could feel tears slightly dampen your lashes but you just held him closer and replied “I love you too Austin.” Before the both of you finally relaxing and drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.

#austin butler #austin butler elvis #austin butler one shot #austin butler owns me #austin butler x reader #elvis 2022 #elvis presley #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler imagine #elvis the king #austin butler fluff #austin butler smut

[elydition]

Party Time

“Master Tighnari!” Collei called out excitedly, stumbling into his room with her clumsy charm on full display. There was no calamity that occurred with his decorative vases this time, so Tighnari kept his eyes on his hands.

“Master Tighnari,” Cyno echoed flatly. If one didn’t know Cyno, they wouldn’t have picked up on the slight teasing in his voice. Tighnari could hear a sharp smack, a clear indicator that Collei reprimanded him.

“I do hope you know I don’t have to turn around in order to throw something at you, General Mahamatra,” Tighnari was focused on mixing the last of a salve a child needed after sustaining some burns. His mother was waiting patiently and Tighnari rarely ran behind. If Cyno and Collei were here, there was a chance he could get swept into something time consuming. “Is there something you two need?”

“No! Not at all,” Collei slid up to the desk Tighnari was working at, peering over his shoulder carefully. “Cyno asked me where you were so I brought him here. I can deliver the salve to the kid’s mom so you can chat! I want to check up on him myself, anyway.”

“You know the usage instructions for this salve right? I made it a little less potent since children are usually sensitive to it, but still relay the usual information to them.” Tighnari said. He neatly capped the salve and packaged it within a dark bag.

“Apply three to four times a day, keep watch for any irritation, wrap with bandages for the first day to maximize effectiveness, and keep it stored in this bag to prevent it from spoiling in sunlight?” Collei listed off, counting on her fingers.

“Perfect. Now go on before it gets too late, I know how much you like to play with the children.” Tighnari dropped the bag in her hands, smiling at her softly before she strolled off to find the family she needed.

“Such a warm welcome, Tighnari,” Cyno muttered after Collei was comfortably on her way. “How your bluntness wounds me.”

“How your jokes take several years off my lifespan,” Tighnari bit back, smiling at the slight chuckle from Cyno. “What brings you to the forest?”

“Are you not aware what day it is?” Cyno furrowed his brows, bringing his arms over his chest. “It’s your birthday, Tighnari.”

“Oh- It is?” The botanist brushed by Cyno to look at the calendar hanging on his wall. Neatly written next to the current day, in Collei’s handwriting, was a note about Tighnari’s birthday.

“Have you been nose-deep in your research again? What have Collei and I told you about taking breaks?” Cyno stood next to Tighnari, who was still staring at the calendar in dazed silence.

“I- I thought I was,” Tighnari’s gaze dropped down slightly. “I didn’t realize so many days had passed. I’ve been working with Karkata and helping Hapaysia recover- I genuinely have been taking breaks, Cyno.”

“You may have been thrown off by staying up through the nights sometimes,” Cyno turned to face Tighnari. “It happens, but you shouldn’t be this surprised. That tells me enough on it’s own. From now on, please let Collei assist you. Her internal clock is nearly mechanical so there will be no mistaking when it’s evening.”

“I shouldn’t have to rely on my student to take care of me when I’m perfectly capable on my own. Time shouldn’t have slipped away from me like that, and we both know it.” Tighnari’s ears folded closer to his head, his body language turning more defensive in an instant.

“You recognized your mistake, now it’s just going to take some time to recover from it. That lightning strike did you no favors either. Dehya has constantly been checking in on you discreetly.” Cyno reached out, rubbing Tighnari’s arm gently. “Just forget about that for now. I’ve come to invite you to your birthday party.”

“A party? Really?” Tighnari’s enthusiasm was nonexistent.

“Those of us that helped Lesser Lord Kusanali regain her freedom wanted to celebrate your birthday after your display of courage at Pardis Dhyai. A few of them would like the opportunity to get to know you better as well, namely Nilou,” Cyno explained.

“I see,” Tighnari finally turned to face Cyno in return. “It seems I have no choice in the matter.”

“Collei and Aether will be there?” Cyno attempted to make Tighnari feel more comfortable with the crowd of relative strangers there.

“It’s fine, I’ll go. Especially if Alhaitham is bringing Kaveh, I love to see how creative they get with insulting each other.”

“Such loving words.”

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“Oh! I see them!” Nilou exclaimed with her face pressed against the glass of the door she was peering through. They decided to host the party in the Grand Bazaar due to it’s relative privacy. “Cyno and Tighnari are almost here!”

“You’re quite excited, Nilou,” Aether said, carrying over a crate of wine Alhaitham and Kaveh were kind enough to bring for the occasion.

“I love celebrating!” Nilou swayed gently, a smile gracing her features. “Birthdays are important milestones in life. Whether it’s the first or the hundredth, they’re all important to me. Some people have a hard time showing their appreciation for someone outside of these occasions. So, I like to help create an environment to encourage love and kindness.”

“Sounds about right to Paimon! Nilou sure does know how to sling together a party. Just look at all the food!” Paimon said, hovering over to the table crammed full of Sumerian specialties.

“Here, let me help you organize the wine then,” Nilou said once Aether placed down the crate. As soon as she crossed the room, Dehya’s booming voice caused her to turn around once again.

“Tighnari and Cyno! Glad you two could make it,” Dehya approached them both, slinging her arms over their shoulders. Tighnari jolted at the sudden contact, but relaxed when Dehya made no move to touch his ears like some heathen.

“Kaveh, where’s the gift we arranged for Tighnari?” Alhaitham asked the man next to him, who scoffed in response.

“You do know that was your responsibility, right? I bought it and it was you who arranged for it to be delivered,” Kaveh bit back. “Don’t tell me the Scribe forgot something.”

“Mind your tongue, it was bought with my money. And yes, I did arrange it, but the man did not like me and requested to deal with you on the day of the delivery,” Alhaitham’s neutral expression did not change. Dehya snickered, covering it with a cough so the Scribe didn’t fix her with a glare.

“Deal with me? First, that’s incredibly rude. I am a pleasure to interact with,” Kaveh said, planting his hands on his hips. “And second, you did not make me aware of future plans with the guy. How was I supposed to know?”

“I left a note on your desk since you don’t listen to a single word I say.”

“The desk I cleaned?”

“Well, yes. It’s not my fault you didn’t pay attention.”

“There are the roommates I know and love so much,” Tighnari dead-panned. “Would you mind keeping your bickering matches to a minimum? Nilou is visibly stressed right now and Collei will be in attendance. I’m sure you don’t want her refereeing your arguments.”

“Apologies, Nilou,” Alhaitham conceded without anymore fanfare.

“Collei enjoys us! Don’t you dare turn her on us,” Kaveh said, face flushed. He had a soft spot for Collei and didn’t enjoy arguing with Alhaitham around her. Tighnari knew he would only complain about Alhaitham if she was in the room, and he definitely used that to his advantage.

It’s his birthday, it’s not a crime to wish for peace among his friends for a few hours.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” Nilou said, approaching gently. “I managed to get into contact with Collei so I could get some of your favorite foods for today! She was so excited to help, so I hope she’s able to join us quickly.”

“I must say, the rain forest is gorgeous,” Candace spoke up, finally joining the little circle they had created. “You tend to it, do you not?”

“I do. I’m the head Forest Watcher, and Collei is a student of mine. Perhaps an apprentice would be a better title for her now,” Tighnari rolled the thought around in his mind. She was well respected and a reliable pillar for Tighnari to lean on. He’d have to make some changes to her status soon, then.

“I took a rather quick stroll with Nilou when she went to meet Collei and could see it was well tended. I’d love for you to visit Aaru Village when you get a chance. We could use your knowledge on identifying some plant species that have started to appear. I would feel better knowing if they were safe due to the many children around,” Candace extended her invite sweetly.

Even if Tighnari hated the heat of the desert, her reason was kind. He had no reason to refuse.

“I’m sure I could make some time within the next week or two. Perhaps I could drag the General Mahamatra with me since he seems to believe I can take a break, while he can’t,” Tighnari cut his eyes over to Cyno. The man only shrugged in response.

“Seems Cyno is in the doghouse, am I right,” Dehya slapped both of them on their backs before strolling off. “I’m with Paimon at the food, so if anyone wants any, chop-chop!”

“Leave some for Collei!” Nilou said, scampering off behind her. Tighnari couldn’t help but laugh as the people around him grew more lively with chatter.

Perhaps it would be a rather nice celebration.

#tighnari #cyno #cynonari #collei #nilou #aether #happy birthday tighnari #subtle cynonari #nilou is cute fight me over it #genshin impact #genshin

[acommonloon]

I'm pretty good at drinking beer, as the lyrics to a country song go. Once I got too old to shag a fly ball without pulling a hammy I had to find interests other than sports so.

One of my favorite things is trying beers I've never had. Even better is revisiting old favorites I've not had in a long while. With the help of a FB feed filled with posts from bars, breweries, and restaurants, I'm often spoiled for choice.

Lately I've had some lovely sessions including properly conditioned Guinness, Spaten, as well as very rare German and Belgium imports, but I’ve also had a few beers that weren’t right.

On Friday I ordered an old friend from Lazy Magnolia Brewing called Southern Pecan, a brown ale. I knew instantly, the beer Mary delivered to me didn’t taste like that beer should. I first drank this beer in Mississippi and mostly I’ve drank it there and Louisiana where it’s on most menus, often the only craft option available except when Abita makes an appearance. This beer is distributed in the Kentuckiana area though and I bought a sixer a few months ago when a friend from Biloxi was in to visit. Yeah no. The beer in front of me was brown but it tasted like what might happen if you mixed it with a sour beer.

I’d noted before selecting this beer, the tap list was heavy on American domestics and sour beer! What an odd combination. I suspected the tap lines had not been properly flushed when the brown ale was put on. I guessed I was drinking half brown ale diluted with whatever sour was previously on that tap. I doubted if anyone had ordered this beer after it was tapped or if they did, they would know what it was suppose to taste like. I had many choices in this circumstance. I could insist there was something wrong with the beer, I’ve done this on a few occasions. I knew I’d get a new beer but the bartender wouldn’t believe there was anything wrong with the beer. I could explain I was someone who would know but it’s a difficult thing to do without coming off as a…man.

Lol I didn’t hate the beer and Mary, the bartender, had treated me well so I decided to just drink it. Then a young woman walked up to the bar and sat down about four seats away. I noticed of course, as we were the only two at the bar, but I assumed she was waiting on someone else to show up. It was when she asked the bartender if they had a red ale on, that I really took notice. Asking for a particular beer style was unusual for many reasons but Mary’s response was exactly what I expected. Ummmmm?

The young woman turned to me and asked, “What are you drinking.”

I grinned and replied, “Not really sure. It’s supposed to be Lazy Magnolia Pecan brown but it doesn’t taste right to me. Do you know the beer?” I asked

It was her turn to grin. “I should, I just moved here from Baton Rouge and I’m a bartender.”

Mary poured her a bit. She smelled it, gave it a quick taste and said, “No that’s not right.”

Mary said she’d let her manager know. Honestly I didn’t care, by that time I’d nearly finished the beer so never mind.

Yesterday, after a lot of consideration, I decided to watch a basketball game at a sports bar in Louisville. I was reconsidering my options about a minute after I sat down. Again, a large beer list made up primarily of domestics that mostly taste like water used to wash out a beer glass to me. There were also a half dozen sours. I settled on a local brewery option described as a pale ale. Dejavu all over again! I was given a sourish beer. I quickly looked up the beer on the brewery website and sure enough it wasn’t supposed to be sour. I drank the beer and asked for different one that tasted like “it” was supposed to taste.

So what’s “beer” supposed to taste like? A nonsensical question like what is wine suppose to taste like or what does soda taste like. Of course when it’s made, a specific beer is supposed to taste like whatever the brewer intended. If it does, like it or not, it tastes like beer.

After the game, I was in Total Wine and as I walked through the beer aisle I passed two employees talking to each other. One said, some people just want a beer that tastes like beer. My mind stuttered and I walked over to the Belgian imports next to where they stood. I put a sixer of Leffe Blonde ale and a four pack of Duvel triple hop in my cart. Both are beers I’ve drank for years. They taste like beer. I started to push my cart away then stopped. I looked at the employee who’d made the comment.

Beer that tastes like beer? What does that even mean? I asked

He looked unsure but didn’t say anything so I walked away.

After I’d drank the Southern Pecan, that didn’t taste like that beer was supposed to taste, I told Mary I’d have an Old Style. I said I’d never had one but it was a well known staple and I was curious.

After my first drink Baton Rouge asked me how it was.

I laughed and said it tastes like water with a bit of alcohol in it. She said, “In Baton Rouge we call those fishin beers!” I said we call them lawnmower beers. But I could drink gallons of it. She smiled, held up her glass of Taxman Belgian double ale and said, “Many do.”

And there’s nothing wrong with that.

#beer that tastes like beer #lol no accounting for taste #or no taste

[ctommyisnt]

In honor of ao3 being down here’s chapter one of my wip blackbird.

Wilbur & techno & Tommy as kids, dark Phil Watson, abuse, derealization, guns, kidnapping, divorce, manipulation.

A dark expose based on the true crime storytelling style detailing the events that occurred to Technoblade, Wilbur Soot, and Tommy Innit at the ages of 14 and 9. Excerpts from Tommy Innit’s autobiography published at the age of 28 help lead the story and give context.

Dedicated to my brothers, Wilbur and Techno Rosales, bound not by blood, but who I have gone through thick and thin with.

Foreword

My name is Thomas Carson Innit, though most people call me Tommy. You may already know me, not to brag, though I am the biggest man ever. Not literally, of course. If you’re going by height, that honor goes to Robert Wadlow. Though I’m a close second in his regard.

(Wilbur, who read through my second draft to correct inaccuracies and help edit, wanted to make sure I wrote that my height is actually 6’1”. He’s lying, by the way, I’m 6’3”)

Anyways, I’m known in a lot of different ways. Maybe you know me from West Willow High School, where I graduated with my cousin Tubbo (well, his name is Tobias, but nobody calls him that). You may know me from LSU where I studied physics and engineering, or maybe from Stanford when I got my PHD in aerospace engineering.

Maybe you know me from work, designing rockets with my cousin Tubbo and roommate Ranboo. I’ve been complaining about writing this book for the last eighteen months to many of my colleagues. ‘It’s not rocket science’ they all say. They’re right. It’s not rocket science. I can do rocket science. I only studied English for half a year before I switched majors, this is hell for me. My brothers have always been better with words.

But if you don’t know me from any of those, and you're reading this book, then you’ll know me from the Watson family. Which is where most of you readers will have come from. I could explain what that is now, but if I do that this entire book will be spoiled and I’ll have no reason to publish anything past this foreword. Honestly, I could just publish this forward as a memoir, let some publishers eat it up and throw it on the headlines for a week before it gets lost in the sea of articles. But I’ve always been one for dramatics, and here I am, over eighteen years later, writing the real story of the Watson family.

Oh yes, I’ve seen the articles. It was a headline that was spread worldwide, but I was twelve at the time. My brothers were sixteen. The only statement that was released was the police report- and even then we gave the bare minimum. It was enough to send Watson to the asylum for life at least.

In the eighteen years since my brothers and I escaped, we’ve changed a lot. I’ll get into the gritty details later on, but I will say that we were barely people when we got out. I’m proud to say all three of us have found our place since, and my brothers have encouraged my writing for the last two years. I can say to you guys as I finish this foreword that I’m very proud of this work. But not nearly as proud as I am realizing that I’ve healed. I’ve gotten past all the horrors and hardship I’ve been through. I’ve gotten past the lost memories and the grief that’s plagued my life so long. Hell, I design rocket ships, that’s fucking badass.

(My editor told me I shouldn’t swear. It’s unprofessional, she said. My aunt agreed. However, Tubbo and Wilbur said I should because it’s funny and so I am. Fuck the haters, I’m going to swear in my autobiography)

There’s not much else to say here, except this book has been two long years of stories and resurfacing memories and counseling visits. I’m lucky I make good money or else this book would not be worth the amount I’ve spent on therapy to write this. So please, read this with integrity. Read this with kindness. Read this with an understanding that the world is not a perfect place, but it’s not a bad place. One thing I’ve learned over the years is that in this world, the good will never outweigh the bad. Let’s keep it that way.

—

“-okay, love you mom, bye,” he murmured into the phone speaker. Wilbur let Kristin hang up first and turned to his brother sitting next to him on the bed.

“Apparently she’s talking to a lawyer. She’s going to separate with dad” Wilbur explained to Techno, “she’ll pick us up on Friday after school to stay with grandma and grandpa, but unless we want we can stay here until the school week is over.”

His twin looked down, fiddling his hands and shifting on the bed sheets as he did when he was nervous. Wilbur put a hand on his shoulder. “you okay?” He asked.

Techno nodded, then pursed his lips and shook his head, still not meeting Wilbur’s eyes. Wilbur didn’t take offense to that, techno didn’t like making eye contact with anyone.

“I just- I don’t want to leave dad. We were going to plant pumpkins. Only two more months until summer,” he mumbled. Wilbur nodded.

“I know, but it’s not like you’ll never see him again, he just needs some time on his own while we live with mom, unless you wanted to live with dad instead?” Wilbur was hesitant to say that last part. There was no way he wasn’t going to live with mom, but he didn’t know what he’d do if techno stayed with dad. He didn’t want to live out the movie parent trap. Sure, he’d like to have his own bedroom. The room they were in right now was somewhat cramped with all their stuff. But he’d rather a cramped bedroom than to only see his twin at school or every other weekend.

Techno put his hand in Wilbur’s, making him smile, “no, I’d rather live with mom. You know this. I just- this is our bedroom. This is our house. I don’t want to leave everything.”

Wilbur looked up, and yeah. They’d have to move. He’d miss the pale blue drywall and the wispy white curtains. Techno’s computer desk and wall of swords. Wilbur’s guitar in the corner. The shelves of books and trophies and knickknacks they’d had since they were seven.

“Me too,” he whispered, “but we’ll have each other and we’ll probably have our stuff- mom will make sure of that.”

Techno leaned against Wilbur. He was taller and a bit bigger than Wilbur, which he tried not to be jealous of. They were twins for god's sake. He was thankful, though, because Techno was his protector. He’d beat up school bullies for him and stand up to biased teachers. In return, Wilbur would make sure techno didn’t close himself off. Wilbur had always been the more emotional sibling, but he’d comfort a crying techno after a lost soccer match or fencing tournament many times.

A knock on their bedroom door interrupted the moment. Neither said anything, but it opened anyways and techno sat up straight.

“Hey kids,” their father peaked around the doorway, “why don’t you pack up your things. I think we should go to the cabin for the weekend.” He said.

“The cabin? Now?” Techno asked. Phil’s eyes narrowed.

“You know this week has been rough. Hurry up, I already have the car packed,” he huffed, shutting the door behind them, letting the blue and red plastic bells hung on the doorframe they’d made in elementary school ring behind him.

Wilbur stood up slowly, slipping off of the just-too-tall bed to his dresser. He looked through the mirror to techno, still on the bed.

“Wilbur?” Techno said, still unsure. Wilbur bit his lip.

“I dunno, but maybe it’s a good idea. One last summer with dad before we move in with mom- or maybe he just wants a better place to talk about what’s happening? Maybe he just wants to be a bit farther away from what’s happening, y’know parent trap took place in a cabin, maybe it’s fate?” Wilbur rambled. Techno was still fiddling with his hands, picking at the skin at the tips of his fingers even though it hurt. But he stood up and went to the dresser too.

He opened a drawer and brought out a box. A box of keepsakes that they never really took out anymore since they’d gotten older. But he opened it and took out two necklaces.

“Aww, mom’s necklaces,” Wilbur cooed, taking his own. They’d been given necklaces at birth to tell them apart by Kristin’s sister, but their mom was paranoid they’d choke and never let them wear them. But she kept them all the same, and let Wilbur and techno keep them when they were old enough to not chew on the pendant.

A sun for Wilbur and a moon for techno, with their names engraved in them. A beautiful, well made gift that Wilbur appreciated. Techno didn’t care for the meaning as much but he liked jewelry. He used to wear it at middle school before the bullying got too much.

Wilbur unclipped techno’s and put it around his neck. His fingers were never steady enough to do it himself, so Wilbur always put them on for him. Even though he had to reach a tiny bit since Techno was taller.

“It’s just a weekend, techno, we’ve had to get through eighth grade- this is nothing. Besides, we’ll be able to visit the woods again- we love the woods!” He said, trying to ease techno’s raging anxiety.

“Yeah. You're right.” Techno nodded, smiling softly. Wilbur smiled, biting the side of his lips. Yeah, it’ll be just like old times. Techno and dad romping around hunting and foraging while Wilbur read on a tree or played guitar by the lake. It’ll be fine.

—

It has been around two years since they last visited the cabin, it technically wasn’t theirs - it was a timeshare according to Phil. He didn’t really know what that meant, just that they would go at certain times of the year. But Wilbur remembered it didn’t take quite this long to get there. They left at four, and it was already eight; It was only supposed to take three hours.

Wilbur hadn’t said anything in an hour. Phil wasn’t responding to much and Techno had been drifting asleep for the last thirty minutes. His phone had died in hour two and he didn’t have a charging cord that would plug into a car port.

At 8:27 Phil turned into a gas station, much to Wilbur’s relief. He needed to pee really badly. He grabbed Techno’s sleeve and pulled him to the door, waking him up enough to follow them. Wilbur’s nose scrunched as they stepped out of the van, he didn’t really like the smell of gas. It was much too strong and the yellow lights were blaring down on them. Techno grabbed onto Wilbur’s sleeve.

Phil didn’t talk to them, just filled the car with gas in silence. His eyes followed Wilbur and Techno as they entered the gas station and when he turned around as the door swung open, he was still watching them.

Wilbur remembered the time Phil once forgot them at the library. He was never this attentive.

He’s probably stressed because mom left.

Before they left the gas station, Wilbur looked at the aisle with supplies- he picked out a car port and looked to Techno, who was holding his hand. It was a deep royal purple- which was Kristin’s favorite color. It made him smile.

A bell rang, and Wilbur looked up to see Phil coming through the door. His dad beelined to supplies, picking out a few things. Some he recognized, some he didn’t. Mostly just camping supplies and other tools.

Wilbur bit his lip.

Nevertheless, he made his way to the register, nodding when Techno grabbed a pack of gummy worms. He was reaching into his pocket to grab his wallet but a hand on his shoulder made him jolt.

Wilbur held up the car port charger. Phil shook his head and took it from his hand, putting it on the nearest shelf. He let out a shaky breath, looking at Techno who was just as confused as he was. Phil led them the rest of the way to pay for his stuff and Techno’s gummy worms (thankfully) and led them by the shoulders out of the gas station.

Wilbur and Techno climbed back into the silver van, they expected Phil to join them, but instead he kept the door on Techno’s side open.

“So I was thinking,” he started, saying the first words to them since they’d gotten to this god awful gas station, “since we’re going on a family trip, we should try to be more present. We could make this an electronic free trip,” Phil proposed. Techno shook his head but Phil just held out his hand.

“Come on, it’s just for two days- okay? You’ll have them back on the way home- let's just have fun.”

“Dad, we were supposed to get to the cabin an hour ago,” Wilbur said, still hesitant to give him his dead phone. Mom would be expecting a call tomorrow.

“We’re taking the long route- now give me your phones,” Phil snapped. Techno flinched, but handed Phil his phone - and Wilbur did the same - fingers tensing as he took it from his hands.

The car started without much fanfare, and Techno opened his bag of gummy worms, handing a green one to Wilbur. He didn’t like the green worms, which was convenient for Wilbur, who did.

Wilbur didn’t say a word for the next hour, just leaning on Techno as they silently ate gummy worms. The radio stayed off- the AC was quiet, having been turned to the lowest setting since the beginning. Hell, there were barely any cars or buildings on the sides of the roads. Just land and trees and the occasional farm.

It was almost ten at night when Phil stopped the car again. Techno was completely asleep, but Wilbur could barely close his eyes. Which was probably a good thing considering the way Phil had been acting.

“Dad?” he faltered, watching the man step out of the car into the night. He walked into what looked like an old garage with a rusty blue pickup truck inside. The only light came from a flashlight Phil had bought at the gas station, sweeping around the shed. He messed around with the hood for a bit, playing with the engine and moving back to the drivers side until the car started. Was he hot wiring it? Wilbur shook Techno awake when he realized he was moving stuff from shelves onto the old truck.

“Heh?” He groaned, glaring at Wilbur. He said nothing, just pointed out the window to Phil, who was walking back to the car. He opened the van door, grabbing the plastic bag of stuff from earlier and then gesturing for the boys to come out.

Techno opened the door.

“Dad you’re being weird,” Wilbur said, shaking in the cold air. It was still April. They still had school tomorrow.

“No, I’m not- you’re just tired. Up past your bedtime, “ Phil responded oh so nonchalantly. Wilbur grimaced.

“Yes, you are- you said we were going to the cabin and we passed it two hours ago. It’s not even cabin time- it’s a- a timeshare of something, remember?”

Phil stopped walking, standing still. Not facing them. There was a small gust of wind, shaking the pine trees around them, making Techno shiver even through his hoodie- and the pitch black night wasn’t doing him any favors either.

“Dad?” he said again. Phil looked up slightly. The stars were really bright- brighter than even at the cabin since they were supposedly far up north. Wilbur had always wanted to see the stars.

“I said we’re going to the cabin, Wilbur. Just like we always do. You’re just confused, you must've fallen asleep on the drive over and not realized.”

Techno fiddled with his sleeves, “dad that’s not true- that would make the drive feel shorter not longer.”

Phil turned around to face them, face dark with the only light coming from the flashlight he was holding facing the ground. He seemed taller tonight. Normally Techno was almost his height, but his twin shrunk underneath the gaze of their father.

“Techno you don’t know what you’re talking about. Get in the truck- we’ll talk about this later.”

Techno huffed, “no dad. I’m not going. You’re acting weird even I can tell. This isn’t right.”

“Techno-”

Wilbur stepped closer to Techno- if slightly behind, “is this about mom? Are you upset because she left?”

Phil’s eyes narrowed- though it was hard to tell in the dark. He stepped closer to them again, hand tightening on the flashlight.

“This isn't about Kristin. She’s gone. It’s us now, okay?” He said, grabbing Techno’s arm and pulling them to the truck.

Techno thrashed, and Wilbur pulled on his arm the other way, “No! Dad let go of me! Get off, I don't want to go!”

“Just trust me,” Phil growled. He grabbed the hood of Wilbur’s sweatshirt and pulled him with, not letting go no matter how hard he pulled away. It was a two versus one- but Phil was strong. Stronger than them at least. They were only fourteen.

“Dad let me go! What are you doing?” Wilbur shouted, shouts turning into gasping for breath, “where are you taking us?” He screamed. Phil grabbed a rope from the ground and wrestled his arms until he could tie one of his hands to the passenger seat’s headrest. Techno tried pushing past to Wilbur to get to Phil but the man just slammed the door and locked it. Wilbur banged on the windows and tried to pull the lock on the door up- but his shaking hand and the poorly designed truck wouldn’t fucking budge. He threw the rest of the stuff into the back of the vehicle and got into the drivers seat- turning the truck into reverse.

Techno immediately tried to grab Phil, yelling and reaching forward to stop him from- from something as Wilbur tugged uselessly on the thick rope burning his wrists. But when Phil turned around the both of them froze.

He was holding an old handgun. Pointing it back at them. Threatening them. They both stopped breathing. Only a whimper escaping from Techno’s mouth.

“I said, we’re going to the cabin. We’re going to the family cabin, boys.”

Wilbur opened his mouth once, trying so hard to say something- but nothing came out. His hand fell limp- still held up by the rope- the fucking rope.

“Good. Now get some sleep- we have a few more hours left.”

They sat back, but neither of them fell back asleep.

#no I refuse to give a proper summary unless I post this on ao3 #I don’t think I will but it’s be nice for at least one or two people to read it #anyways #technoblade #Wilbur soot #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanfiction #wilbur soot fanfiction #technoblade fanfiction #sbi fanfic #sleepy bois inc #sbi

[the-red-mafia]

The Door

Nearly two weeks after returning from Earth, Solana and Velvet find themselves snackless during an impromptu movie night. One quick (illegal) trip to the fuel station later, the duo is left hiding out in an abandoned house. What is it, and what's up with the glowing door? Also available on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/TheRedMafia Next Update: [Updated] Word Count: 3769

16 days after “The Cult”

“Velvet!” 

The teen turned toward their bedroom door, where Solana had burst in.

“What, Solana?” The elf walked forward and grabbed her arm, dragging her off her bed. 

“There’s a new episode!” Velvet stumbled around, attempting to regain their balance as Solana pulled them around. The book that they had been reading tumbled to the ground, causing them to dig their feet into the wood floor. 

“Wait-”

“Come on!”

“Solana I swear to gods-” Solana quickly leaned down and grabbed her legs, picking her up and carrying her in front of him. Velvet attempted to squirm out of the elf’s grip but failed. They walked out of Velvet’s bedroom, the assassin shouting at her as they went down the hallway and stairs. 

“Solana it is 2 o’clock in the fucking morning, put me down!”

“There’s a new episode of Space Force!”

“I don’t care about Space Force!” Solana looked down at Velvet and pouted.

“Come on dude, let me be excited.” Velvet sighed.

“But why’d you have to wake me up?”

“Bitch you were not asleep.”

“You don’t know that.” Solana stepped off the last step of the main staircase of the mansion.

“You were reading a book.”

“Whatever. Why me?” Solana plopped the teen on one of the living room couches.

“Because it’s a Saturday night-”

“Sunday morning.”

“Shut up. Anyways, you’re the only one who’s up and knows about Space Force.

“‘Knows about’ is an over exaggeration.” Solana grabbed the remote and turned on the T.V..

“Your knowledge will be enough, young one.” Velvet shivered.

“Ew, you sound like my private tutor.”

“You are such a spoiled rich kid.”

“Shut up,” Velvet said, standing and walking to the kitchen, “I’m gonna grab food. What do you want?” Solana jumped onto the couch and started going through the channels.

“An entire 5-course steak dinner.” Velvet opened the fridge and turned back to them. 

“I’ve got like. Ten french fries and a pack of fruit gummies.” 

“What the hell Zaeor.” Velvet laughed and shut the fridge. 

“I guess we’ll go snackless for tonight,” they said, walking back to the living room. 

“Oh hell no,” Solana said, throwing the remote on the couch, “Grab the Umbrella keys, we’re going out.”

The door dinged as Solana and Velvet walked into the small store. The cashier waved at them, the bags under their eyes so big they seemed to be like black eyes. Solana waved back at them. Velvet stuffed their hands into the black hoodie they had thrown on before jumping on the Umbrella. 

“What is this place?” Velvet asked as the duo walked into one of the aisles. 

“Fuel station,” Solana replied, “I don’t feel like going all the way to a store to get snacks right now. We’ll have to get Zaeor to go shopping tomorrow.” Velvet scoffed. 

“Like he’s gonna let us try to do it again.” Solana laughed and reached forward, grabbing a golden bag of gummy bears.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, we did great last time.” Velvet rolled their eyes.

“Yeah, totally,” Velvet said, before gesturing towards the bag, “The fruit gummies weren’t enough for you?” 

“Nope, you can never have too many.” Velvet let out a small chuckle. Solana turned and smirked at them. 

“Come on, pick something. Or are you too good for fuel station food?” Velvet leaned forward and grabbed a bag of sour hard candy. 

“Fuck off, man.” Solana laughed. 

“This is how I get you to stop being a rich kid: teasing you until you try and enjoy normal food. Let’s grab some soda.”

“I’m not that spoiled,” Velvet mumbled, earning an eye roll from the elf as they pulled her through the aisle. 

“Anyways, how’d that wound end up healing?” Solana asked, “You didn’t even mention it after we got back.” Velvet shrugged. 

“Zaeor healed it so it didn’t really matter.”

“Right, forgot he could do that.” Velvet laughed as they turned into the next aisle. 

“Good job, dumbass.”

“Hush, drama queen.” Velvet lightly punched them in the shoulder before opening the drink fridge. 

“Don’t call me that.”

“It’s either that or Velvie, dude. Pick the lesser of the two evils I suppose.” Velvet reached into the fridge and grabbed a bottle of a darker liquid. 

“What is this, politics?”

“Har har.” Solana also grabbed a bottle of green liquid, causing Velvet to stare at her. Solana looked at them and narrowed his eyes.

“What?” they asked. 

“Is that fucking radioactive?”

“No, it’s a soda.”

“Why is it that colour?” Solana shrugged. 

“It just is, man. It tastes good, you should try it.” 

“There is no way in any fucking hell that…substance is going anywhere near my digestive track.” Solana broke out into a fit of laughter. 

“Fuck man-” they said between laughs, “Velvet, you’re too funny.” Velvet rolled their eyes. 

“Can we go now? This place sucks.” Solana nodded and reached into their back pocket. After a few moments, her eyes widened. Velvet raised an eyebrow.

“What?” the teen asked. Solana let out a small, nervous laugh. 

“So…uh…don’t get mad-”

“That’s a horrible way to start a sentence.”

“-I forgot my wallet.” Velvet blinked a few times at the elf before groaning.

“You’re a dumbass.”

“Hey, we left quickly!”

“Because of you-”

“Can’t you just call Zaeor?”

“Solana it’s almost 3am in the morning, even he’s asleep!”

“Some god of shadows he is.”

“I can’t fucking believe you.” Solana rolled her eyes before they lit up. The elf turned to look at the cashier before looking back at Velvet.

“On the count of three, we run.” Velvet stared at her.

“Solana-”

“One…”

“We don’t have to make a big deal-” “Two…”

“We can just sneak them-”

“Three!” Solana grabbed Velvet’s wrist and sprinted towards the exit, dragging the teen behind him. The cashier looked up when they ran past, but didn’t move. The duo ran out into the darkness, an alarm beginning behind them as they sprinted away.

Police sirens blared in the distance as Solana and Velvet slid down a hill. The cars whizzed by their hiding place, not even slowing down to peer into the small hole in the ground. Velvet slid their dagger back into its sheath under her jacket, catching her breath. 

“I…can’t believe we almost just got arrested again,” they said between breaths. Solana laughed, leaning up against one of the walls of the hole. 

“I can,” they joked, lightly elbowing Velvet’s arm, “Never a dull day in the Red Mafia, huh?” Velvet chuckled quietly.

“Trust me, there are dull days. Like the time I was on bed rest because you stabbed me.” 

“Hey, I did do that!” Velvet rolled their eyes at the elf. 

“Anyways, I don’t think you’ll get to watch your Space Force episode today-”

“Aw, why?”

“Let me finish,” Velvet hissed, earning a chuckle from Solana, “They’re gonna be monitoring sky traffic from this city from now until morning, probably. Also, we left the Umbrella at the other parking lot.”

“At least we didn’t park it at the gas station,” he said, smirking, “Pretty smart decision, huh?”

“Yeah, it was. Almost like you planned to commit a robbery or something.” 

“Hey!” The teen laughed, joining Solana against the wall.

“You think they’re far enough away for me to pull out my phone?” Solana turned around and pulled themself up so that they could look over the edge. 

“Looks like they’re driving into town so you’re probably good,” they said, plopping back down. Velvet nodded, pulling out the device. Solana watched as Velvet unlocked it and messaged Mad, saying they were out and won’t be back till morning.

“That’s so ominous,” he joked. Velvet rolled her eyes. 

“If I tell it what actually happened, it’s going to lose its fucking shit.” 

“I think that’ll happen either way.” 

“Probably.” Silence quickly took over the hole as the two sat there, waiting. Velvet looked up towards the sky. The sky was glistening with stars, contrasting the black backdrop. Even though they appeared far away, the celestial bodies made up a giant blanket of light and dark across the sky. Velvet turned to face Solana, who was looking at the ground. Their face appeared almost sunken, their eyes practically closed. 

“Hey uh, Solana? You ok?” Velvet asked. Solana looked up at her.

“Oh, yeah. Just thinking.” 

“About?” Solana looked away again, this time towards the sky. 

“Woah, look at the stars,” they said, pointing upwards. Velvet sighed. 

“Listen, you don’t have to tell me. But we are stuck in this hole for the next hour or so. Might as well not suffer in silence.” Solana let out a sigh.

“Yeah, I guess,” she mumbled, “It’s just that being back on Gazra and Ancilla…it made me realise that I miss my old friends.” 

“Oh.”

“That’s not to say you guys aren’t great or anything!” they quickly clarified. Velvet sighed and shook their head. 

“No, no, I get it. Hard for a bunch of annoying teens to beat your adult friends,” she joked. Solana chuckled. 

“See you get it.” 

“Yeah, I do. I live in the mansion.” 

“Pfft yeah, we’ll get a quiet night eventually.” The two went silent again, looking towards the sky. 

“I think that I miss Nolan the most. Which is weird, cause I’ve seen him recently.” Velvet laughed, causing Solana to turn to look at her. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Why wouldn’t you miss him the most? Weren’t you two like, dating or something?” Solana’s eyes widened and he stared at them. 

“...what?” Velvet rolled their eyes. 

“Come on, it was obvious. Everyone saw the winter broadcast.”

“The what?” Velvet looked at him and quickly noticed a slight red on his cheeks. 

“The broadcast that the royal family sent out to celebrate the winter holidays? I think it was in the early 50s or so. I didn’t recognize you at first but I’ve been rewatching some old news broadcasts recently. You two looked happy together.” The elf looked away. Velvet raised an eyebrow but said nothing. 

“Yeah…that was before everything got complicated,” she mumbled, “that time is long gone.” Velvet sighed and looked back up towards the stars. 

“Yeah, I get that too.” 

The duo waited about an hour and a half before exiting their hole. The police lights were nowhere to be found, the only sources of light being the three dim moons and the city in the distance. Velvet looked around them, pushing a few pieces of grass out of the way. A giant field stretched opposite the road, seemingly going on for miles. The grass seemed to fade from various shades of green to the blue as it grew further and further from the street. The wind blew slightly, causing the plants to sway back and forth. Deep in the field stood a rickety wooden house. It was hard to see from where Velvet and Solana were, but various wood planks had fallen off the walls and now sat haphazardly around the foundation. 

The gas station lights a few kilometres down the road suddenly shut off. They looked over, Solana letting out a laugh. 

“We outlasted the poor gas station guy,” he said. 

“I’m not surprised, they’re probably just glad they get off early.”

“True,” Solana replied, “So where are we going now?” Velvet turned back and pointed towards the house. 

“That looks abandoned, we can hide out there until morning.”

“Alrighty.”

“Don’t say alrighty, you sound like a child.” 

“Says the literal minor.” Velvet groaned, taking a step forward. 

“I am still a minor, huh?” Solana chuckled. 

“Yep,” she said, following them, “You still have like 3 years.”

“Gods, that’s so far away.”

“You’ll live.” Velvet looked at them before looking toward the ground. Solana frowned. 

“What?”

“Nothing, let’s just go.”

Velvet kicked down the rotting door, holding their dagger in their right hand. They had left Kil-layye Mo’ore on the Umbrella, as well as Solana’s spear. Luckily, Velvet had her dagger and collapsible staff on her in the store, giving both of them a weapon to use in case of an emergency. Solana walked through the door, holding the staff up. The elf suddenly stopped and lowered the weapon. 

“What is it?” Velvet asked. 

“What the hell is that?”

“Huh?” 

“Here, come look.” Solana stepped aside to let Velvet through the doorway. The teen’s eyes widened as she stepped next to her teammate. The entire house, or what they could see, at least, was completely empty. No furniture, no decorations, nothing. The floors weren’t even finished, instead consisting of packed dirt. Velvet’s eyes locked onto a door in the back of the open area, the only door other than the front one. It seemed to be glowing, switching colours every few seconds. 

“Woah,” they breathed, sliding their dagger back into its sheath, “That can’t be good.” Solana walked forward towards the door, holding a hand out. 

“Wait, Solana, maybe you shouldn’t-” He grabbed the doorknob and attempted to open it, but the door didn’t budge. 

“It’s locked.”

“Probably for a reason.”

“Come on, there’s probably a key around here somewhere.” Velvet grabbed Solana’s wrist. 

“What are you talking about? We should just leave it here, it’s none of our business.” Solana quickly broke Velvet’s grip and turned back to look at her. 

“Clearly it’s some kind of magic door. Who knows what’s behind it? It could be some kind of monster.”

“Exactly, that’s why we should leave it alone.” 

“And what if some random kid finds it?” Solana countered, “That kid’s as good as dead.”

“Well, good for that kid.” The elf shook their head. 

“Come on, Velvet, you can’t tell me you’re not at least a bit curious?” Velvet stared at her.

“No, I’m not.” Solana rolled their eyes and kneeled down in front of the door. After a few seconds, he let out a cheer of triumph. 

“Found one!” 

“Of course you fucking did.” Solana held the key up for Velvet to see. It was severely rusted, seemingly one touch away from dissolving. The elf put the key into the lock and turned it. A loud click echoed through the house, causing the two to jump.

“Mihi-” Solana opened the door, cutting Velvet off. At first, the doorframe was filled with a brown wall of light. Then the light disappeared, revealing some kind of run-down alleyway. The sound of motors and voices surrounded them as Solana took a step into the door. Velvet drew their dagger again and followed. The ground was dirty and graffiti in a language they didn’t know lined the walls. 

“Gazra, this reminds me of the old history textbooks,” Solana muttered. Velvet rolled their eyes.

“I’m so glad I don’t have to finish school.” A dumpster stood a few metres in front of them. Solana led the way and stopped in front of it, lifting one of the top covers. 

“I am not dumpster diving with you, Solana,” Velvet stated, crossing her arms.

“Rich-”

“That’s not me being a rich kid, that’s just common fucking sense.” 

“Suit yourself,” she mumbled, hoisting herself up into the metal box. Velvet watched as they sifted through multiple bags and loose trash items before a glint caught their eye next to the dumpster. She raised an eyebrow and kneeled down, grabbing onto some kind of metal. The teen held it in their hand, examining it. It was another key, sparkling as if it had just been polished. The handle of it was purple, but it faded into pink as it neared the end of the key. 

“Whatcha find?” Velvet looked up at Solana, who was peeking his head over the side of the dumpster.

“Another key.” The teen held it up for the elf to look at. Solana reached for it but froze in place as a loud, shrill scream came from behind them.

“What-”

“We should go,” Velvet stated, standing, “Come on, get out of the dumpster.” 

“But I haven’t found any-” The loud sound of a gunshot reverberated around the area, sending a chill down Velvet’s spine.

“I don’t care, move.” Solana jumped out of the dumpster and followed Velvet, who began sprinting back to the door. 

“Who’s there?” A voice demanded from behind them. Velvet didn’t look back, instead grabbing Solana’s wrist and jumping back through the door. Another gunshot rang out, but the door slammed shut behind them. 

Velvet and Solana hit the floor of the house, skidding along the dirt. Velvet slammed into the wall while Solana stopped themself a few centimetres from it. Solana heard Velvet groan, but looked back up at the door. The key undid itself from the lock and flung itself onto the ground. 

“Fucking hell,” Velvet muttered, sitting up. Solana looked back at her.

“You good?” “Sure.” The elf stood up and held a hand out to her, which she took. Velvet brushed the dirt off of their hoodie before looking back at the door.

“So it’s some kind of teleporter, then,” they began, looking at the key Solana held in their palm, “Maybe the key decides where it goes?” 

“But a lock can only have like, one key. How would that work?” 

“It’s magic, remember? Let’s try this one.” Velvet stepped forward, pulling out the purple key as Solana smirked. 

“I thought you didn’t want to mess with the door.” 

“We’ve already messed with it,” the teen mumbled, “Might as well see it through.”

“You’re interested now, aren’t you?”

“Didn’t say that.” Velvet inserted the purple key and turned the lock. Solana’s eyes grew wide as another loud click echoed around the house. Velvet looked back at her and smirked.

“Told you,” they said. Solana rolled their eyes, standing as well.

“Whatever, open it up.” Velvet did, this time revealing a wall of light pink light. As it faded, the other side of the door grew into a forest. It was nighttime, although there was enough light to see from the full moon high in the sky. Trees stretched as far as Solana could see. A castle loomed in the distance, barely visible along the horizon. Velvet led their entrance this time, with Solana following close behind. The air on the other side of the door was cooler and a light breeze made the tree’s leaves sway slightly. Only sounds of crickets and the wind could be heard.

“It’s so…peaceful,” Solana mumbled. Velvet nodded and left Solana where they were standing, walking over to one of the trees. They rested one of their hands on the bark and looked up into the branches.

“What are you doing?”

“Thinking.”

“About?” Velvet was quiet for a moment.

“This door. What is it? Who created it? It’s probably some random god, but who? What’s up with the keys?”

“Has Zaeor said anything about something like this?” Velvet sent a glare at him.

“I wouldn’t be asking questions if he had.” Solana rolled their eyes before they drifted towards the tree’s branches. They looked normal, just simple leaves growing from brown branches stretching out from the tree trunk. That is, until Solana caught a glimpse of something shining inside the green leaves.

“Wait, what’s that?” The elf pointed towards it and Velvet looked upwards. 

“What’s what?”

“There’s something glowing in the branch above you.” The assassin slid their dagger back into its sheath and grabbed onto the branch. Pulling herself up, she crouched on top of the branch and slowly moved towards the green glow. 

“Careful, if you fall I will laugh at you,” Solana said, crossing her arms. Velvet scoffed. 

“I’m not going to fall.”

“Sure.” Velvet reached forward and snatched at the green light. However, they lost their balance and began falling towards the grass. She tucked into a roll and landed on her feet, facing away from Solana. 

“‘I’m not gonna fall’ she says,” Solana teased as Velvet turned back to face them. 

“I didn’t fall. That was a tactical jump,” they muttered, opening their palm. The green light grew brighter.

“Alright, alright. What is it?”

“Another key. I wonder where this goes…” Before Solana could respond, a loud ringing came from behind them. Both mafia members whipped their heads towards the door. A phone, surrounded by a black and red striped case, sat on the floor with its screen lit up. Solana took a few steps back out of the doorway and picked it up. 

“Your phone’s ringing.” Velvet reached into their hoodie pocket before groaning. 

“It must’ve fallen out of my pocket when we walked in,” she stated, walking towards him, “Who is it?” Solana looked down at the screen.

“‘Fungus’? That’s Maroon, isn’t it?” Velvet nodded, stepping through the doorway. The door shut behind them and the key flew out, but the teen caught it mid-air. They shoved both keys into their pocket before taking their phone back from Solana. 

“What is it, Maroon?” Velvet asked as they hit the accept button. She quickly put it on speaker and held it out so that Solana could see the screen as well. 

“Uh- where are you?” the younger teen replied, their voice slightly distorted from the phone speaker. 

“Why?” 

“Well I wanted to talk to you about something but when I went to your room you weren’t there so I got worried and-” 

“We’re fine, Maroon,” Solana chimed in, “We just went out to grab some snacks and ran into some issues. We’ll be back shortly after…probably 9 or so.”

“Oh, hi Solana. I didn’t know you were there.”

“Hi Maroon.”

“What did you want to talk to me about?” Velvet said, crossing her arms. 

“I- uh- it’s not important. I’ll tell you whenever you get back.” Solana raised an eyebrow but Velvet just sighed.

“Alright. I’m hanging up now.”

“Bye-” Velvet hit the red button and slid the phone into their back pocket before pulling the green key out again.

“Let’s see where this one takes us.” Before she could put the key into the lock, the ground began to shake. Velvet took a few steps away and the shaking stopped. The door turned a bright red and the colours stopped shifting. 

“I’m…gonna take that as a sign we should stop,” Solana muttered. The teen groaned and put the green key away again.

“Of course it has some kind of use limit. Whatever, where’s the rusty key?” 

“I think it fell out of the door when we got back the first time.” She groaned again. 

“Well, find it.” The elf rolled their eyes and began to scan the dusty floor once again. 

“Say, what do you have me as in your phone?”

“Mīles.”

“...what?”

“Mīles,” Velvet repeated, “It means soldier in Latin.”

“Oh. Lovely.” 

#/the red mafia #/trm part 3 #/chapter 030 #/velvet #/velvet bolton #/solana #/solana roison #/maroon pembrooke #/the door

[grillsadvisor]

Fish: The Meat (Wood Pellet Grill)

Imagine a world where the taste of fresh seafood is never lost. A utopia for those who love it, and can't get enough. I grew up in Pacific Northwest where all kinds are readily available - from salmon to oysters or halibut steaks cooked on an open flame grill at your own beachside cabin retreat. The seven seas await you with these culinary creations that will make any day better than before, and if not then we've got some more pirate-themed activities waiting.  The ocean is a great place to find seafood. With such diversity in the variety and flavor, I've been able to explore many different types from all over land or in air-conditioned environments where they're sold at local markets near me. My absolute favorites are those Cajun flavors you find along Louisiana's coastlines as well as Baja California’s south beach town Los Cabos. 

Salmon

I've been cooking salmon on a pellet grill since grade school. While other kids were learning about skateboards and keyboards, I learned about cedar planks and alder smoke. I know a lot about salmon. Wild Pacific Northwest indigenous people were crazy for it and so are we! When you smoke your favorite fish recipe on our pellet grill, make sure to throw in some wood chips from trees that have been specially selected by an expert smoker just like me who knows how important this ingredient really is when creating delicious flavors like no other. I might be going overboard here with all my expertise but let’s face facts: fresh wild-caught versus farm-raised - there isn't much difference unless they're being kept refrigerated. Tips & Techniques  The aromatic cedar plank is a great choice for smoking and barbecuing salmon. The cedar plank is so common today that you can find them at your local grocery store or even Walmart. Not only does this cooking technique allow the wood’s flavor and moisture to pass directly onto salmon, but it also helps prevent sticking. When grilling salmon, be sure to oil the grate beforehand. When you cook your fish on porcelain grates, the second time around it will stick and smell terrible. The salmon is best smoked after it has been cooked on the grill or in an oven. To get that delicious flavor, hit your fish with a flame and avoid overdoing it because this can cause flaking apart while cooking. A big spatula helps too especially when turning over pieces of meat so they don't stick together during the smoking process. Mayonnaise and Dijon mustard can help keep salmon moist. One of the most common ways to cook salmon is by applying a thin coat of mayonnaise or mustard before putting it in an oven. This will keep your dish from drying out and tasting weird.

Tuna

When I was working at the grocery store counter in college, everyone said that people only ate tuna out of a can. But one day someone came through my line with two beautiful pink steaks and they were so juicy. It turns out that all these years we've been missing out on delicious food because our minds didn't want us to spoil their image. The customer was a successful and knowledgeable man whom I respected. He explained to me how he planned on grilling his tuna steaks. That night, I bought my wife two steaks. The next morning we cooked up some delicious tuna — everything she expected and more. The next time I saw this customer, we traded stories. He told me how impressed he was by my ability to sear tuna steaks on a wood pellet smoker and actually bought the same one — from me. Tuna can be a delicious and healthy alternative to other types of seafood. However, the quality will depend on whether it's fresh or dried out - if you see any signs that your preferred brand has been frozen before being sold then avoid buying them as they won't taste nearly as good. Tips & Techniques  If you're looking to add a smokey flavor, try reverse searing your tuna. I don’t smoke my tuna steaks longer than 30 minutes to avoid the fishy flavor. Dill is the perfect complement to seafood, especially tuna. Dill weed is a fantastic spice to have on hand, but it's best when used for flavoring tuna steaks. Apply some dill seeds onto your plate before serving the dish up in order to get every last bit of flavor. It is important not to overcook the fish. Tuna steaks are always a treat, but if you’re not careful they can go from impressive to cat food really fast. They're meant for eating just as sushi-grade tuna should be - err on the side of rarer meat when preparing your dish so that each person gets their own piece with juice.

Shrimp

When I think about seafood, shrimp always comes to mind. There are so many ways you can prepare it and not be disappointed in the taste. One way that stands out for me is how easy cooking them on a pellet grill is because they take less time than other types of fish or meats which makes our experience worth every second spent with this delicious food item on hand-held cuisine perfectionists like myself want everything all at once without too much hassle but still getting Their money's worth from each ingredient used during preparation.  Whether you're a shrimp lover or not, the grill is an excellent way to cook up some of these little guys. If possible try and find fresh never frozen ones to be cooked properly with all their flavor intact instead of using small packages that may have been sitting on store shelves since before Christmas. Tips & Techniques Of all the ways to cook shrimp, I think my favorite is Cajun or Creole Louisiana-style. But there are many different types you can try out on your pellet grill. When you're a pitmaster, there are many different styles of barbecue to keep up with. You can never be bound by just one style or method though - experimentation makes us all better.  Lemon is an excellent addition to shrimp. Squeeze the lemon in your cooking or after for an extra burst of freshness.  Grill baskets are a great way to cook shrimp and other small food items. To cook your shrimp, pick one basket up and put it over a direct flame or straight on the grill.

Oysters 

Growing up in the Mid-Valley, it was always tradition to have seafood on Christmas Eve. The three different styles of oysters would be pan-fried or smoked before being eaten on their own with some hot sauce for dipping - but not too much because then you get that burning sensation all over your mouth. I prefer cooking these little guys medium size; they're easy enough so as long as I don't overcook them, which happens easily, everything should come out just right regardless of what kind/size grill/smoker you use. Tips & Techniques  I'll keep saying it until you listen, but the truth is a good pair of gloves will make your job so much easier. handling oysters on your grill can be tricky. You don't want to end up burning yourself or scalding yourself with hot shells, so use gloves.  Peek at your oysters often, but quickly. If you want to avoid drying out the oysters, then keep an eye on them and make sure that they are closed tightly. You also need a lid for when it's time to cook up your meal.  Speaking of needing your lid to be closed to cook, this may be the job for a smoker. The vertical pellet smoker is a great choice for people who want an easy and fast job. The window makes it much easier than other types of smokers, making this type ideal when you're in hurry or just have some time on your hands.

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[muffindaddystyles]

Soft dom harry makes subby reader upset subspace?

MEANIE ANGRY H :D BUCKLE UP FELLAS

Y/N's day is been shitty so far. It started with an ache in her lower abdomen from Harry’s morning stiffy bulging against her asscheeks fattening everytime he snuggled into her to hoard her warmth and blankies and to stuff his face in her neck with incoherent blabbering.

She wanted to wake him up with her hand, mouth, hole— anything around his cock and to please him and dull the burny feeling in her tummy -- but -- she had an important workshop at UNI that was must needed to be attended.

The time she managed to knock herself out of her needy and lusty headspace, she was getting late and whirling around the room and closest like a thunderstorm -- burying a snoring Harry under the heaps of clothes and littering the floor with her shoes collection, the kitchen got treated much more worst with maids being not around (she’s used to Harry waking up earlier than her and making her a full course brekkie) after making a laughable ruckus of cabinets all she stuffed her mouth with was a chocolate protein bar.

The stars were still not in her favour. She was grabbing onto her hair until far when she missed the bus (she usually don’t take buses, Harry makes sure the driver drop her off safe and secure) and it started raining leaving Y/N with nothing but a bare head to take all of it as she already left the bus shelter to stop a taxi.

If all of that wasn’t much of a tragedy and humiliating, Y/N slipped the moment she stepped out of the vehicle and on the slippery curbs of the building, she saw her life flashing right infront of her eyes as the papers tucked in her armpit fled everywhere and landed on the rainy mud sadistically along her. It gave her a serious hit in her ankle and completely yanked her hip, still being a stubborn-head she picked herself and went inside despite how many glares the cleaning staff threw her way for bringing the dirt with her feed all over the shiny floors.

She felt bad.

Stupidly bad.

Her workshop teachers were kind enough to accept her late arrival, but her designs for fall got rejected and they’d have been a huge milestone for her to get her dream internship.

Y/N felt awfully, teeny, pathetic and little while slumping into the corner of the bus and holding her breath to refrain from crying these little liquidy bitches out of her eyes.

Reaching back home she was met with pure chaos, bumping into petrified and agitated employs from Harry’s company scurrying out of their main foyer and she could persist but to ask what happened only to be informed in stammers that the staff messed up big and caused a loss of million dollars— making Harry terribly mad and fire people left and right.

It wasn’t a joke at all.

Because once, she steps inside, bag falling from her shoulder as she sighs in exhaustion feeling her muscles stiffening everywhere but one particular spot's hurting wrenchingly— her foggy mind couldn’t figure it out yet. She peeks into Harry’s home office to be met by a very annoyed, aggrieved, furious Harry pacing in his office all whilst with a phone against his ear shouting at someone who was destined to be humiliated today just like her and she pouts gingerly seeing his features skewered tightly into displeasure, the vein that curves along his temple prominent with blood pumping erratically in his body.

His head snaps up at the door’s creak and albeit his eyes softens a little, the kink of brows and the scowl on his lips is still there and he watches her paddle towards him carefully knowing anything at the moment would burst his chimneys out and she wants to be good for her daddy.

“Hi.” She speaks timidly, pout getting more rusty when the greetings not returned and instead he keeps all of his attention on the phone keeping a loose arm around her.

She grumbles, when he gestures down at her to give him a sec and untangles himself from her walking away and huffing and puffing into the phone.

How could he!

She feels so denied and rejected and kicked like it’s done to those affection starved lil puppies.

Her clingy tendencies flying high drunk and wooly. The needy beastie inside her wanting nothing more than take a bath where Harry could cream her back in her favourite berry bubbles, massaging her head and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, then lots and lots of cuddles, maybe he'll be generous enough and let her keep him snug inside her while they watch movie because she had such an awful day.

But, No! He's trying to escape free from her because she’s such a burden for him now.

Her eyes turns glassy, her shoulders slumping sadly and out of nowhere she’s feeling cold and barren as Harry’s voice becomes a wafting fume for her— an indication she has gone under too much.

“Daddy . . .” She stomps behind him, circling his footsteps like a whiny puppy and grapples at his dress shirt gasping sullenly when he swats her dainty hands away and glares down at her in dominance, his tone harsh as he blocks the receiver with his palm and mouths at her with a huff, “Stop being needy fo’ once. I’ve clearly some important issues to care for, Y/N.” Poor Y/N's deathly grip on his shirt loosens sorrowfully and her chin wobbles as she nodded still wanting to be good for him and if it wasn’t enough to give her the biggest heartbreak of the year— he even rolled his eyes at her too grumping under his breath about something how he turned her into a spoiled brat himself.

“Okie. . .” Her voice strangled and small. She shrinks into herself but wasn’t paid any heed from Harry and without another word she leaves him as to be it.

Having a huge breakdown in her room didn’t help at all. A painful headache hitting her like a train as she clumsily strips down, wearing one of his t-shirt heavily drenched in his scent he keeps for her under her pillow anytime she needs it and hides under the blankets with tears still running down her swollen cheeks— slipping into a light slumber from all of weariness and crying.

Once the smoke cleared from Harry’s mind and his capabilities of rational thinking coming back to him, he was reminded of how he denied his baby of his littlest of affection and tenderness when she clearly looked so glum and sad and upset.

He wanted to whip himself in head.

He’s such a twat that he let work come between them.

He curses himself. Making a sprint to his bedroom, knowing he’d find her none other than there and he was right puffing out a disheartened sigh when his eyes falls over his princess buried under all of these layers of blankets, he crawls up towards her carefully not to startle her awake.

Grunting at himself when he finds she’s been crying, he strokes a thumb up her blushy cheeks and her wet lashes, kissing her puffy eyelids and her little sad unhappy pout away.

He frowns. Feeling her feverish and flushed under his hand, “Hey puppy . . .” He thumbs down her throat getting a little fretful when she doesn’t stirs, however she’s such a squirmy little one and he moves the blankets away to let her body cool itself smiling proudly at his shirt swallowing her whole is when she snuggled herself more into her stuffie letting the shirt ride up her thighs and hips exposing a ghastly bruise of red and purples and he frowns not remembering it being there before.

Now. He feels shittier. Wanting to jump of the cliff for being a shitty sadist boyfriend to his only beloved.

“No!” Y/N whimpers loudly, squirming away from his touch as he examines her gently and it sent shockwaves to each of her tissues and lions causing her an undeniable pain.

“Puppy, shh, shh. ‘s just me, making sure if y'okay.” He scrambles closer to her towering her to cradle her face and kiss the tip of her nose—- his face falls drastically and his heart cracks miserly when Y/N pushes him away with a sorrowful mumble not even letting him wipe the drool away from the corner of her mouth as he usually does.

“’M okay . . .” She tries to knuckle the sleepiness away with shivery hands, “No you’re not —...” He’s cut off by her angry pout and her silly efforts to keep as much distance between them as possible, “I don’t need, Daddy . . ‘m big and I could take care of me self.” At her puny waver realization dawns upon Harry and his brows shoots up to his hairline feeling nauseous and terrible for not taking care of his babylove earlier.

He’d have never let her be away from him if he knew she was in her subspace.

“Y/N baby . . . I didn’t mean it, darling —--...” With gentleness he tries to approach her but she wraps her arms around her petite figure in a protective manner, haziness taking best of her and Harry’s chest suffocates into itself, being a dom it’s your responsibility to make your subby feel protected, loved and happy and he even failed at that.

He quickly cups both of her hot cheeks in his nippy palms when she hiccups sadly, a sob threatening to slip out, “Yes you did! You meant it. Said you spoiled me, I don’t want your money, promise! I just want you and y'shooed me away saying Y/N’s too needy . . .” Harry flinches at her words. He never even spared a thought to this negativity that she chooses to be with him for his money because he knows out of all the people she’s the only one who loves him out of the boundaries of status and money.

He realises how stabbing they'd have been to her when she was so sensitive and floaty wanting nothing more, just him.

How deep she has gone if she’s taking her own name in third person.

“’M sorry baby. So sorry. Swear on myself, didn’t mean to hurt my baby, knows tha’ work shouldn’t be an excuse t’ make y'feel unloved—- but those bastards got a tick outta me.” He rambles on frantically. Afraid she’ll think he’s lying and would finally make up her mind to leave him.

“You didn’t?” She asks with so much innocence Harry nearly cries out, “’Course I didn’t! How could I? You could never be needy, Bab. I love you so much and you’re my whole word, forgive me please?”

“You’re forgiven,” She let a small smile flutter up her features, a tinge of gleam in her previous dull eyes brightening the whole room and Harry immediately bunches her up in his lap.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks her, not sure if she still needs space from him and would rather be better without him but she bobs her head shyly and he chuckles softly before touching their lips together into a tender loving kiss and brushes their noses up and down murmuring sweetly coy to her.

“Now, could y'tell daddy how y'got this bruise baby? How did ya get hurt?” He coos, brushing her sweaty hair back and rubs her sweet gland behind her ear delicately, “Oh yeah . . . this, was raining and slipped.” She murmurs, hissing a gasp jolting away when Harry glides his fingers gently down her hip bone and fresh tears springs in her eyes as she buries herself in his chest, “Daddy hurts. . .” . “Oh babypie. Daddy’s g'na take care of his love.” He lays her down gently kissing her forehead when she whines for him to keep on holding her, “’M right here darling. G'na prep us a bath, make my baby alright.” Saying this he quickly disappears inside the washroom and next their room’s sursuring with marble tub filling with warm water, Harry throws in her favourite pink coloured bath bombs and rose essences and throws their towels in the warmer coming back with her as he left her to be, he has decided he’s gonna love on her whole night, “My baby’s the best, ain’t she? She’s my bestest girl.” He coos down at her sweetly and slides his forearms under her knees and back picking her up carefully and brings her to his chest securely.

She closes her eyes, biting down a whimper when Harry dips them in the water some it sloshing down the edges of bathtub and it envelopes them and gives a stingy feeling to her bruise before soothing it down.

He rubs her arms, and circles smoothing patterns on her tummy and kisses her a gallons as she melts in his embrace and he let’s her sink into him more, nibbling and sponging wet ticklish kisses on her neck making her purr and become a puddle of softness in his hold while she takes her time to mumble all the bad events that happened to her and he felt so guilty of not asking her how she’s and how her day went when she came to him, in need of some of his lovin.

“I love you so much, bab.” He suckles her earlobe, toying and plucking her bottom plush lip, “Was prick to me love —.. you deserve all my lovin,” He noses at her jaw, not forgetting it to mark it with his pecks and sloppy bites.

“’S okay daddy, y'had a bad day too.” He’s grateful to have her in his life. She cares about him, maybe more than he does for her and he feels himself lucky for it.

“You want me to help you relax?”

“Can I have you?” Her tone bashfully desperate and coy, Harry meanders their fingers together and kisses her knuckles softly.

Considering her wound still being sore and pulp, having sex would be painful for her and she might not grasp it in her hazy mind but Harry doesn’t want to hurt at all.

He plants a little noisy smooch to her shoulder when she nods, she mews and purrs when Harry glides his palm all the way down her body and cups her pussy digging his palm into her mound and coats his digits with her arousal dipping the pads of his fingers into her entrance, “All this wet f'me?” Palming her tits while whispering sweet nothings into her ear when she gasps and closes up on Harry scratching nails into his bended knees.

“Shh, shh puppy, jus' relax hmm? Feel yourself.” With sputtery inhales she does as he says, soon two of his fingers slips inside her and he strokes her pussy and pulls them out making her all whiny and pushes them back with a squelching noise, fucking her with it smiling and stopping when her thighs parts falls again his’s completely.

“Daddy!” She writhes and whines, trembly hands trying to bring Harry fingers back to her pulsating wetness, “You’re the cutest.” He smiles against her lips giving her cheeks several squishes and pats her head loving to see his adorable princess all flustery for him.

On her demands. He slicks his fingers back inside her and caresses the insides of her thighs while she pants and sinks onto his knuckles blabbering out daddydaddydaddy weepily.

“Cum fo’ me, puppy. Feels good? Yeah? My baby feels nice?” He rasps in her mouth, curving and petting the soft spot inside her pussy and sucks onto her upper lip when she moans and mewls loudly gushing all over his finger and he keeps on fucking her till she’s all sleepy and balmy against his chest.

Harry coaxes her tenderly, smoothing his hands all over her twitchy spots and patches sloppy kisses all over her face that makes her all giggly and shy—- the amount of endorphins spiking high in her system.

“Love you so much, daddy.” She mushes puckering her lips into his throat.

“Love you too, pup.”

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[impishtubist]

for the ask meme: "tell me what's wrong" for sirius & harry!

Okay, this one got way out of hand, so I'm putting most of it under a cut. Thank you for the excellent prompt! CW for the Dursleys being terrible to a child, but don't worry, Sirius makes it better :)

18. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Petunia Dursley opened the door and said, “He doesn’t want to go with you.”

“What?” Sirius stared at her in disbelief. In six years, Harry had never refused a weekend with Sirius. “Why?”

“How am I supposed to know?” she huffed. She reluctantly stepped back to let Sirius in; he couldn’t remember the last time he had been allowed in the house. Whenever he came for Harry, he had to wait on the doorstep until Harry came outside. “I don’t care what you say to him, but get him out of here before Vernon comes home. I will not have him stay here and ruin our weekend.”

Sirius bit down hard on the inside of his cheek and brushed past her. Six years. Six years of holding his tongue (and leaving his wand in his motorbike) around Harry’s foul relatives so they wouldn’t revoke his right to have Harry for a weekend once a month. Six years of playing nice while he slogged through both the wizarding and Muggle court systems, pursuing any avenue that might allow him custody of his godson. He wanted nothing more than to hex the Dursleys into next week, but he was no good to Harry in prison.

He made his way upstairs to the smallest bedroom, where Harry had a bed and a desk and not much else. Sirius had learned early on to keep most of Harry’s things at his own house, lest they be destroyed by his cousin. He knocked on the door.

“Haz, it’s me. Can I come in?” he asked softly.

A tiny voice said, “Yeah.”

Harry was sitting on his bed, his hands folded in his lap, quiet and still the way no seven-year-old should be. Sirius crouched in front of him.

“Hey, buddy,” he whispered, putting a hand on Harry’s knee. “Your aunt says you don’t want to come with me this weekend.”

Harry wouldn’t meet his eyes. He sniffed and shook his head. “No. I’m gonna stay here.”

“You know that I would never force you to do something you don’t want to do,” Sirius said. “But tell me what’s wrong? Please?”

Harry’s lip wobbled, but he shook his head. Sirius’s heart broke for him.

“Harry, please,” he whispered. “Just tell me what’s wrong, and if you still want to stay here, that’s fine. I won’t force you to come with me. I promise.”

He held up his pinky finger, Harry still being at the age where a pinky swear was the most solemn promise one could make. Harry tentatively clasped his finger, then slid off the bed and padded over to his desk. Sirius stood and followed him. Harry pulled open the top drawer.

“I’m sorry, Siri,” he whispered, tears filling his eyes. “I didn’t mean to.”

On Harry’s third birthday, Sirius had given him a framed picture of James and Lily holding their newborn son. It had sat on Harry’s bedside table ever since. Harry loved this picture. He brought it up nearly every time Sirius saw him, wanting to know about the day he was born and the parents he had never known. Sirius had lost count of the number of times he had told Harry the same story, and he’d happily keep telling it for the rest of his life.

The frame was now broken, the glass shattered, the picture ripped in two. Sirius knew at once that this wasn’t Harry’s doing--even if he’d accidentally knocked over the frame, that picture had been ripped by human hands, and Harry would never have done such a thing.

“Harry,” Sirius said, trying to make his voice as gentle as possible, “what happened?”

“I was bad.” Tears were flowing down Harry’s cheeks now. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey.” Sirius sank to his knees so he could properly look Harry in the eyes. “You are not bad, Harry. Who did this to your picture? Was it your cousin?”

Harry shook his head. Sirius’s heart sank. It was one thing for a spoiled, entitled child to ruin Harry’s things, but an adult being purposely cruel to Harry…

Well, what did he expect?

“Was it your aunt?” he pressed, and when Harry shook his head again, he asked, “Your uncle?”

Slowly, very slowly, Harry nodded. Sirius let out a slow breath.

“Tell me what happened,” he said.

“Broke a glass,” Harry whispered, breath hitching as he fought back sobs. “I didn’t mean to. And Uncle Vernon s-said that I should--that I should know how it feels to have my things broken, since I keep--I keep breaking theirs. S-so he broke it. And he--he ripped the picture. Padfoot, I’m sorry.”

“Baby,” Sirius said, pulling Harry into his arms, “you didn’t do anything wrong. Is that why you didn’t want to come with me this weekend? You thought I would be mad at you?”

Harry nodded against his shoulder, and Sirius didn’t think he had anything in his heart left to break, but oh, he was wrong. He sat on the floor and settled Harry in his lap, trying to console the sobbing child while his mind raced. This couldn’t go on. He had spent six years playing by the rules, doing everything the right and proper way, and what had it gotten him? James and Lily’s son having to live with people who hated him, who were cruel to him, who starved him of love and affection. What good did playing by the rules do when Harry was miserable?

Sirius took a deep breath, clarity settling over him and calming his frayed nerves as he came to a decision. He was about to do something very, very stupid, and Dumbledore was going to be furious.

Good.

“Harry,” he said, “how would you like to go camping with me and Uncle Moony this weekend?”

Harry looked up at him, face blotchy, eyes overbright. “R-really?”

“Really, Haz. I’m not mad at you at all, and I still want you to come with me this weekend.” And forever. “You know that special backpack I got you, the one that’s bigger on the inside?”

Harry nodded, wiping his cheeks.

“I want you to get that, and fill it with all your favorite things that you have here. Any shoes or clothes or books or toys.” There weren’t many here at the Dursley house, but Harry had a few belongings that he liked. “It’s going to be a special camping trip, where we take all of our favorite things with us. Okay?”

While Harry hurried off to pack up his things, Sirius went back over to the desk and peered down at the shattered frame and tattered picture. He regretted leaving his wand in his motorbike, because it would have been faster to use it, but a few passes with a wandless repairing spell was enough to restore the picture to pristine condition. He then repaired the frame and slipped the picture back inside.

“Here,” he said, putting it in Harry’s backpack. “We’re going to take that with us as well.”

“Really?” Harry’s eyes were wide.

“Absolutely. You ready to go?”

Harry nodded, and Sirius did one last pass of the room to make sure nothing important had been forgotten. Satisfied, he took Harry’s hand and led him downstairs. A scowling Petunia waited by the door, no doubt to make sure with her own eyes that Harry left.

“We’ll see you Sunday night at the usual time,” she said briskly. Sirius always kept Harry as late as he could get away with, dropping him off at Privet Drive well after dinner.

“See you then,” Sirius said. That gave them a two-day head start--he could work with that.

Outside, he got Harry settled in the sidecar with his helmet on, then swung his leg over the bike and started the engine. When they were high in the clouds over Surrey, Sirius had relaxed enough to start planning ahead, instead of reacting. The first step was to stop at his place in Islington to pack some necessities for them both. Then, the two of them would head to Remus’s and enlist his help, preferably by taking him away with them. Sirius could only imagine how that conversation was going to go.

Hey Moony, I may have just kidnapped our godson and now we probably have to flee the country before they realize what I've done and start looking for us, want to come with?

Beside him, Harry gave a whoop of laughter, and Sirius grinned. Whatever happened now, it would be worth it, as long as Harry was happy.

#sirius black #harry potter #imp is writing #good godfather sirius black #dadfoot #dogfather #raising harry #sunday drabbles

[miraculouscontent]

I know that you said that it was an one shot, but I really love the idea of marinette stay in Paris with Luka and kagami and avoid all the NY drama! If you can, can you share more of it? Even if just a few little ideas it would be great! (I love your ideas!)

(the one-shot this anon is referring to)

Aw, thank you so much!

And sure, after some thought, I did really want to write a little more with them!

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While throwing away their now juice-less cups, Marinette made the realization of how different things seemed with Luka and Kagami. She had already experienced hanging out with both of them separately, but she'd never imagined having both of them with her at once. It wasn't as if she'd always dismissed or despised the idea, but the only time they'd interacted as a group had been with Adrien around, which had probably soured the whole thing and thus involuntarily caused her to never think about it.

With her friends, everything was typically high-energy. Juleka and Mylene weren't very involved in creating such an atmosphere, but Marinette herself, Rose, Alya, and kept things energized. It wasn't a bad thing in general, but it made Marinette wonder if maybe surrounding herself with people who only encouraged her excitable habits wasn't a good thing.

Meanwhile, Luka and Kagami were completely different, both from her and her friends. Neither were particularly loud - though both could be when they wanted to - and they weren't really the kind to tease or mess with her either. Luka wasn't quiet in the way Juleka was, just seeming to absorb the world around him, whereas Kagami only spoke when she felt that there was something of value to say. Marinette had worried briefly that she might've been too different from the both of them, or that she'd overwhelm them due to speaking up the most, but instead, there was a sense of balance. Luka smiled or chuckled reassuringly whenever she caught herself rambling, whereas Kagami would cut in with her own views that were often direct but nevertheless good in their intentions. Perhaps her personality rubbed off on them in a way she couldn't fully understand?

Still, it was nice.

As the three were deciding what to do next, Marinette's phone suddenly went off. Marinette looked at her purse and pulled out her phone, half-expecting a text from one of her classmates about her missing the bus, but it was actually a notification about where Andre the ice cream man was.

Kagami glanced over after noticing the look on Marinette's face. "You want to get ice cream?"

Marinette frowned, Kagami's voice reminding her of the day the two of them had gone for ice cream with Adrien. She still remembered talking to Andre, hoping beyond hope that maybe the man wouldn't make them pick between the three different flavors. His words still stung a little, not because of Adrien, but because of what the words meant.

"Too many flavors mixed together may throw off the delicate balance."

It implied that one of them would always be the third wheel if they were together, no matter what, and it was a hollow feeling that she'd only recently started to accept.

"Marinette?"

Feeling a comforting hand on her shoulder, she looked over and noted Luka offering her a concerned expression. It grounded her, serving as a reminders that things were different now and that Adrien wasn't there which, in a strange way, brought her an immense sense of comfort.

"I'm fine," she assured. Turning her attention back to her phone, she deleted the notification and then made sure that she wouldn't be getting another one. "Ice cream sounds good, if you want it too, but... I think I've got a better idea than Andre's."

Luka and Kagami exchanged curious glances.

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"Here's to Neapolitan ice cream!" Marinette declared dramatically, raising her spoon up with flair before shoving it and the ice cream on it right into her mouth.

Luka snorted in amusement while Kagami gave an acknowledging nod, probably remembering the exact phrase from Andre that Marinette had recalled earlier.

They'd picked up the carton of ice cream on the way to Marinette's place, with Marinette insisting on paying in order to spoil them, and while they seemed confused on the specifics of her insistence, they gave in soon enough. Marinette could understand why she'd be the expected person to be comforted, but giving to others made her happy on its own and she felt they deserved it. After all, Luka had tried his hardest to catch up to the bus and Kagami was still dealing with Adrien wanting to leave for New York despite her being in Paris.

They'd ultimately decided on splitting the entire carton between the three of them, with each of them getting a majority of the one of the flavors and then the rest of that flavor going to the other two. Marinette had gone with chocolate, Kagami had gone with vanilla, and Luka had gone with strawberry. It might've seemed like a weird choice to go with since they'd just had orange juice, but it hadn't been much and it wasn't exactly a "treat."

Marinette may have considered suggesting ice skating instead if her first thought of it wasn't her slipping and bringing Luka and Kagami down to the ice with her. Ice cream was the safer alternative to "cold fun."

"Luka," she called thoughtfully, taking another bite before asking, "you're not feeling sore or anything, are you?"

He met her gaze, smiling at the concern but waving his hand dismissively. "I'm alright, Marinette. I'm used to biking around for hours because of my job, so it wasn't a big deal."

Kagami halted, spoon halfway in her mouth while her brows rose noticeably. She finished the scoop, then turned to look at Luka. "You have a job?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I deliver pizza." He grinned, clearly amused by her reaction. "Are you surprised?"

Kagami's expression didn't shift, but Marinette had known her long enough to see that she was embarrassed. "Oh, no. It's... I don't have one."

"There's nothing wrong with that." Luka shrugged. "I just have the time to do it."

"Mm." Kagami looked back at her ice cream, poking at the surface with her spoon. "I suppose it would be too difficult with my fencing lessons."

Marinette giggled sheepishly, happy to join in on the conversation. "I probably wouldn't be able to either. There's all my fashion work with my website, and then there's the unexpected babysitting, the bakery, and I'm also the class representative." She hurriedly added an, "I know it doesn't sound like much, but I'm bad at planning," when she felt that it seemed like such little things. She was Ladybug and the new guardian too, of course, but she couldn't be blurting that out, so she could only hope that it didn't seem like she was whining over nothing.

She averted her gaze, scooping up a self-conscious bite of her ice cream and shoving it into her mouth. She was partway through savoring it when she realized that neither Luka nor Kagami had responded to her. Daring a look back, she saw them staring at her with varying gazes.

Kagami seemed stunned, commenting, "That is... well, much, actually," referring to what Marinette had just tried to brush off.

Was it? Marinette had never really thought about it. In fact, she distinctly remembered back in the day where people might've thought she was just scatterbrained and didn't really do anything. Back when she was hesitant to be class representative and claimed that she was busy, Alya had asked her with a hint of snark what she was busy with, like she expected her to have a free schedule.

Even beyond her role of Ladybug at the time, she still had random babysitting to do and still frequently worked on her fashion projects. Thinking back, it stung just a little.

As Marinette glanced at Luka, she at first felt that the amount of sympathy he was directing at her was excessive, but then she remembered how she had cried in front of him to the point where he'd dropped his bike and guitar in order to comfort her. She blushed, both in shame and from the memory of him holding her so closely.

"Ah—well—it's okay!" she said hurriedly, "Anyway, forget about me! This day is about... um, this ice cream, and ice cream doesn't have problems that you should worry about!"

She nearly gave herself brainfreeze from how quickly she scooped up and ate the next bite, but figured it'd be worth it if they dropped the subject.

It wasn't worth it.

"You should be more careful," Kagami commented critically, an edge to her voice that Marinette knew wasn't meant to be anger at her. "You're my friend, so don't overwork yourself."

Marinette grinned nervously, still trying to lighten the mood. "A-are you saying it'd be alright to overwork myself if I wasn't your friend?"

Kagami's gaze didn't waver, and Marinette slowly tried to sink into her seat.

Luka set his spoon down on the bowl, then chimed in, "I don't know anything about fashion, Marinette, but if you ever need any help with anything—"

Kagami clicked her own spoon against her bowl to interrupt him, as if she felt personally slighted that he'd gotten to say it first. "We're here for you."

Luka nodded to confirm.

"Oh." Marinette blushed deeper, touched by the gesture from both of them. She thought about trying to reassure them again, but their gazes were firm and showed no room for argument, so she settled for a soft, "Thanks."

They resumed eating their ice cream from there, the topic officially concluded. Though the atmosphere felt noticeably different, Marinette was surprised to realize that it wasn't exactly in a bad way. She feared that she'd ruined the mood, but instead felt like she was supported, with Kagami and Luka looking satisfied with their choice in offering help to her.

It was like she was Ladybug, and they were the partners standing at her side, each with their own form of support. It made her smile, allowing her to happily eat away at her ice cream without thinking about anything stressful.

The idea of going to New York was suddenly very unappetizing in comparison to having ice cream with Luka and Kagami.

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All things considered, Ladybug wasn't concerned about telling Chat Noir that her plans had changed and she wasn't going anywhere after all. She imagined that Chat would be overjoyed and wouldn't even ask questions about it, just happy to have her back. She found his affection eyeroll-worthy, but he was still her teammate, so she just steeled herself up for whatever ramble he was about to give her.

However, as she waited near the top of the Eiffel Tower, sitting on the guardrail and looking around for Chat Noir, she realized that she couldn't even see him. Checking the time on her yoyo, she confirmed that it was indeed time for their usual patrol, but Chat Noir was completely absent. Even though it was nighttime, which made the black cat's suit blend in with the sky, he still had the blond hair and light skin that should've made him noticeable.

Ladybug got up and paced around the area a few times, constantly peeking down at the city as she wondered if maybe she just wasn't looking in the right spot. When she still saw nothing, she concluded that Chat Noir must just be running late and she'd simply have to wait a little longer. Things happened, after all, she knew that better than anyone, so she began idling on her yoyo, searching for something to keep her occupied while she waited.

They were a team. While their identities had to remain a secret, Chat Noir had always hated it and prioritized openness in their relationship, so he would've told her if something had come up. He was also active in going on patrols, always seeming eager to join her for their runs across the rooftops, and given that he didn't even know that she'd still be in Paris, patrols were even more crucial.

He never showed up.

#MC's Writing #writing: story #Lukagaminette #relationship: Kagami Tsurugi & Luka Couffaine & Marinette Dupain Cheng #other: ask and answer #category: long post #word count: over 2000 #Pro LukaMari #Lukanette