#i'm gonna do this one and then start split tooth i think

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2023. THE MEMORY POLICE by Yoko Ogawa.

#books of 2023 #the memory police #yoko ogawa #books #book photography #a review popped up somewhere that made me think this could count as driscoll-adjacent #giving it a shot to see!! #also yeah i know it wasn't on my Ambitions TBR Stack leaf me aloooone #babel was supposed to take me more than twelve (12) days to read lmao #i'm gonna do this one and then start split tooth i think #i did also get another migrations box in the mail today and i MIGHT fuck around and read some of those sooner rather than later #again: we'll see!!

[samantha-rae-velcher]

"Tell your boyfriend I'll kill him."

Mickey Milkovich x Fem reader

Requested by: @idrknothing thank you for requesting

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, fluff, Y/n gets attacked, Mickey being Mickey, kinda dark!Lip x reader, Lip attacks Y/n.

A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! I DONT GIVE TWO SHITS IF MICKEY IS GAY IN SHAMELESS! HE AINT IN MY STORY! SUCK IT UP AND DEAL WITH IT!

REQUEST: Will you do a Mickey Milkovich x female reader? Like she's with Lip,but she's best friends with Mickey,and one Day Lip gets really mad and hurts her,abd she goes to Mickeys with makeup on,but he immediately notices it,and proved to her (smut pls if ur ok with it) how much better of a bf he would be

___

Y/n and lip have been dating for a long time, they had fights here and there but it never resulted in this. Mickey Milkovich and Y/n were friends since childhood, always playing together when they were young, and soon that turned into spray painting the sides of convenience stores and stealing cars. Mickey was head over to raggedy boots for Y/n, he always has been. He always holds her when she's sad, hes there for her whenever she needs it, especially when her jackass boyfriend thinks it's a good idea to hurt her.

"Hey babe, could you pass me that pen over there?" Y/n asked.

Lip looked at the pen right next to him, then looked at her.

"What, are your fuckin legs broken? Grab it yourself."

"Well excuse the fuck out of me for asking politely."

Suddenly with extreme force she was knocked off her feet, there was an almost burning pain in her nose when her back hit the cold tiles. Y/n could feel the warmth of blood run down her face and tears fill her eyes.

"Fuckin dumb bitch, thinking you can talk to me like that."

Ian and Carl were up stairs when they heard the fight brake out, for the first time in a long time Carl actually buried his face in Ian's side and began sobbing. Lip could be heard hitting Y/n, yelling absurdities, and Y/n attempting to fight back.

Ian listened when all fell silent below, the sound of the back door open and shut had him running to the nearest window. He watched as Y/n ran from the house and up the street, reaching down and rubbing Carl's back as he continued to cry.

___

Y/n ran as fast as her feet would let her, the icy cold air making her nose burn more. She had two options, go back home and hope to God her parents don't see this mess, or go to Mickeys....she bolted in the direction of the Milkovich house, the snow crunching beneath her boots as she ran.

She reached the front porch out of breath, marching up the old steps and banging on the door. Y/n smiled when she heard Mickey and Mandy start yelling about who's gonna open the door.

When the bickering stopped the door opened and Mick was standing there in a black tank top and grey sweat pants, freshly showered with a toothbrush in his mouth.

"Hey, Y/n-......What the fuck happend to you?"

He stepped outside, his bare feet hitting the cold porch and making him hiss. Mick spit over the railing, set down his tooth brush and began examining her face.

Her nose was bloody and bruised, her lip was split, and the side of her face was black and blue.n

"Did he do this?" Mick asked.

She didn't answer, her gaze only dropped to the floor.

Mickey nodded, gently taking her arm and leading her into his house and up the stairs to his bedroom. He closed the door and pulled some rubbing alcohol from his bedside drawer, Mick then grabbed a wash cloth from his clean clothes that had be neatly folded and placed on his bed.

"You do that?" Y/n asked.

He looked over at his stack of clothes, he smiled and shook his head.

"Nah, you know I don't got time for that bullshit."

"Folding your clothes is bullshit?"

"It's a waste of time is what it is. I'm gonna wearing them anyway, what's the sense in folding them?"

"So that they don't get wrinkled."

"I'm a guy who lives in a town full of bums, you think they'll give a shit if I walk around with a wrinkled shirt?"

Y/n giggled and shook her head, watching as Mickey poured some alcohol onto the cloth and came over to her.

"This is gonna sting like a bitch, but it'll clean your face." He said.

Mick gently pressed it against one of her cuts, Y/n closed her eyes taking in the smell of his room, it smelled of cigarettes and his musk.

"There you go." He whispered. "You're okay."

Y/n felt his warm lips press against hers, she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down onto the bed with her.

Kicking the door closed, Mickey began removing his shirt. Y/n fallowed his lead, all while kissing his neck.

Mick unbuttoned his pants, pulling his cock from his boxers and lining himself up with her entrance. Y/n gripped his biceps as he slowly pushed in, both letting out a low grown.

Mandy was sitting on the couch playing videogames, when she started hearing Mick's headboard hitting the wall. A smiled spread over her face and she chuckled.

"About time."

___

"You like that?" He whispered in her ear. "You like when I fuck you like that?"

Their lips crashed together once again, all teeth and tongues, full of hunger and lust. Y/n ran her hands through his hair and made a fist, pulled him closer and deepening the kiss.

Pulling away for a breath, he moved to attack her neck, grabbing both wrists and holding her hands over her head with one of his.

Mickey went from deep slow thrusts, to hard and quick. Angling their bodies perfectly so that he hit the right spot every time.

"Please, Mick...." Her voice came out just above a whisper.

"Please what? You want more?"

Y/n whined and nodded.

"You gotta use your words, sweetheart."

"Pl- ahhh.....Please Mickey, go harder."

"Please what? I'm sorry I think you got my name wrong, say it again but correctly this time."

"Please, Daddy. Fuck me harder!"

"That's a good girl."

His thrusts became harder, Mick's hand slowly ran down her body until his fingers reached her clit. He started quick tight circles, making her legs twitch and her head fall back against the pillow.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum. Please, Mick. Don't stop!"

"Good. Cum for me, Babygirl."

His words were enough to send her over the edge, a smirk spreading over his face when he felt her warm release coat his cock. Mickey kept thrusting until he buried his face in her neck, and with a groan he came inside her and collapsed on top.

Still out of breath, Mickey kissed her neck. His lips moving closer to her ear.

"Tell your boyfriend I'll kill him."

"Okay."

There was silence for a second before Y/n continued to speak.

"Hey Mick."

"Yeah."

"That Milkovich boy, you know the hot badass one?"

"Yeah." He chuckled.

"He said he's gonna kill you."

THE END ❤️

I hope you enjoyed

Reblogs are welcome 🤗

#fyp #foryou #fanfic #foryoupage #x reader #requested #mickey milkovich x fem reader #mickey milkovich x reader #mickey milkovich #mickey milkovich x y/n #mickey milkovich x you

[silverskye13]

just binged all of redstone and skulk in one go. HOLY SHIT!!! i left some comments on ao3 but that wasn't enough. i needed to come to your tumblr too bc this fic has Changed Me A Little. it makes sense- i've been subscribed to you on ao3 for a while (remember hound's tooth? i think that was when i started following your writing. and monsters splitting hairs, although i'm not quite caught up on that one), and that was for a good reason- but tanguish and helsknight are something else! part of why i like fanfiction is because i get to see more of characters i already like- it takes a special fic to get me so invested in characters i've basically just met! and you do it so well! like. the subtle character things! the way i can pick out the hermits' (and martyn's, but i'm calling him a hermit for the sake of convenience) traits in the helsmits, but warped and twisted around like a funhouse mirror? fantastic. i love it. im eating that shit up. the ilttle differences and similarities between tango and tanguish, helsknight and wels (bc he isn't acting very knightly right now), impulse and the demon- it's so cool to see! i also saw the other ask you got where you talked about your process, and how you give your characters a list of traits as a guide to writing them- i'm definitely going to have to borrow that trick. it works! so well! it shows in your writing in the consistency of how the characters behave!

some other thoughts i had while reading:

helsknight being religious probably has a lot more to do with him being a knight than wels being a lutheran irl (which is where his name comes from and i find that hilarious), but still. if it's unintentional it's hilarious and if it's on purpose then it's a fun easter egg!

i relate to and understand tanguish, because i too would want to befriend helsknight, and also because if a bunch of big scary people basically adopted me and tried to teach me how to use a knife i would be so pathetic about it.

i relate to and understand helsknight and tango, because tanguish is the weirdest little cat ever and i too am captivated by his pathetic little freak charms, and i want to be his friend.

i neither relate to nor understand wels, because 1) if i saw my friend's presumably-evil counterpart skulking around the shopping district i would likely call them first (just seems like the polite thing to do, and also bc if helsknight showed up and the ppl who found him didn't call wels about it i feel like he'd probably be more than a little pissed), and 2) look at tanguish. he's just a little guy. he's a little guy and it's his birthday. how could you be mean to him.

tl;dr: redstone and skulk has compelled me to the point that leaving comments on ao3 wasn't enough, i needed to ramble straight into your inbox because it's just so good.

Oh my gosh! Firstly: thank you for all the kind words! I'm glad you're liking my writing so far, and thank you both for the comments and the scurry into the inbox. I love hearing people's thoughts, even if I don't have the spoons to respond to everyone all the time :'D

For your bullet points:

-- I didn't know Wels was Lutheran! I knew he was ex-military, and at least in my family's trends, military and religiosity go hand in hand, so it makes sense. But still! Learning new fun facts! I know nothing about the Lutheran Church [I was raised Baptist.] Probably gonna do some reading later.

-- I feel like Tanguish is going through that phase of "all the biker/military uncles have decided I'm one of them for some reason" and as someone who has gone through that before, for the same baffling non-reasons [used power tools in their presence once, a la Tanguish barely participating in a fight once] I sympathize. Very interesting somewhat scary people. Why did you invite me to sit at your table. Why do you keep slipping me tequila and buying me knives like I'm in on the joke.

-- Tanguish is such a specimen we all just want to look at him under a microscope. He is so scared yet so brave. He thinks knives are scary but he leaps off buildings. He's scared of getting hurt and seeing blood but he has no regard for his personal safety. How do you fit so many oxymorons in such a tiny body---

-- Wels please, he's a little guy and it's his birthday! Stop bullying him!!

Addendum: I agree Jackrabbit is very Tanguish coded. It is now on the playlist.

Want to live like an animal?

By the skin of your teeth?

Put your good face on, you're foolin' no one

You're a jackrabbit underneath

One step forward, step right back

Run for the hills, honey, run for the hills, honey

Run for the hills, don't look back

#answering asks #gumy-shark #i lied i know why the biker/military uncles like me #they know i dress like a guy and help my mom do all the guy chores when my bro in law / step dad arent available #and they think i stepped up as the man-type figure around the house when my papa passed #they dont know im trans the poor things #rns asks

[lightningblade1994-blog]

{Sonic the Hedgehog} "Dialogue Test: Sonic & Knuckles 1" For © KatarinaTheCat

Knuckles: Go ahead, Bluey. Show us what you can do. [Sonic hesitates a bit, seeing the Chaotix watching him.] Sonic: Um, are they going to watch. Or should I just wait until they get back to work or something?... Knuckles: Hit it. Sonic:[stalling] Okay. I mean I just ate, so I'm still digesting. So my boxing skills might not be as good as later on... Knuckles: Just hit it! Sonic:[Pauses.] Alright... [He turns to the dummy.] Whatcha got? You got nothin' 'cause I got it right here. You picking on my friends? [He begins dancing on the spot.] Get ready to feel the thunder. I'm comin' at him with the crazy feet. Whatcha gonna do about my crazy feet? I'm a blur. I'm a blur. You never seen hedgehog style, you only seen Mighty Armadillo! OR... I could come at you Flying Squirrel style. [Makes squirrel sounds. Ray raises his eyebrows.] OR... I'm comin' at ya Buzzing-Bee... [Knuckles and the Chaotix stare at Sonic as he faces the dummy, and Knuckles starts to loses patience.] Knuckles: Would you hit it!? [Sonic stops dancing.] Sonic: Alright... Alright. [Hesitantly, he very light hits the dummy with his fist. It rocks back into place.] Knuckles: Why don't you try again? A little harder. [This time, Sonic knocks the dummy all the way backwards.] Sonic: How's tha— [WHACK!] [The dummy rights itself and whacks Sonic, sending him flying backwards and knocking out a tooth. Sonic finds himself in the training course. The Chaotix instinctively step forward to help Sonic, but Knuckles holds up his paw to stop them. Po struggles to balance on the serpent logs, and eventually ends up doing a painful split on two of them.] Sonic: Ow! Oh, that hurts! [He looks up and sees a spiky tethered ball, which hits and sends Sonic flying into the Pinball exercise, where it rattles him around. The Chaotix wince while Knuckles looks on with a smile.] Knuckles:[to Espio] This'll be easier than I thought. Sonic: Feeling a bit nauseous-- [The Pinball machine spills him out and he stumbles into the army of wooden egg robos, proceed to whack every part of his body.] Sonic: Ow, those are hard! Ooh! I think I— [The last dummy whaps him in the crotch and everything become still.] Aaaahaahaahaa... my tenders +_+ [He struggles to get on his feet, takes one step and reaches out to a dummy arm...and immediately gets pummeled all over again. Sonic comes out the other side battered and bruised and finds he is standing on the Field of Fiery Death.] Sonic: oh, sh-- [We see reflections of fire on the Chaotix and Knuckles as well as Sonic's yelps as he gets singed. After a while, he comes crawling into frame, dazed and charred, with the little tuft on his head on fire.] Sonic:[gasping for breath] Be honest... How did I do back there? Knuckles: There is now a Level "0". [He puts out the little fire with his fingers.]

#sonic the hedgehog #fan works #knuckles the echidna #espio the chameleon #charmy bee #vector the crocodile #mighty the armadillo #ray the flying squirrel #reference scene #kung fu panda

[pynkhues]

Can I order a headcanon for season 5 Brio please??😇 Also, your read on Rio seems so accurate like??? Having you as a writer on that show would have answered prayers I swear

Ah, thank you so much, anon! Given how much time I've spent over the last few years thinking about Rio, I'm very happy my read feeels accurate, haha.

And sure! Mmm, I'm gonna say - -

It wouldn’t have started well.

Because yeah, okay, s4 might’ve ended on the hook of a promise, of a path cleared, of something real, but she gets home after the park to a frantic Greg and the understanding of just what Annie’s done, and it all goes to shit.

Because it is Rio’s fault this time – he’s the one who had Lucy killed, even if Beth knows that her blood is on her hands too, he’s the one who got her fingerprints on the gun, and it was his threats that made Annie replace them with her own, and Beth feels the familiar rush of anger, but she also feels something bottom out in her in a way she hasn’t since Dean took the kids.

The staggering depths of her own despair.

And she would’ve gone after him at first, tracked him down at the bar, and she didn’t throw a pool ball this time, but she stood in his way, made him face her, spitting fury in a way she couldn’t contain, and Rio just - - he didn’t know what she was talking about. He wasn’t across Annie’s deal with Mick, and maybe Beth used that against him. Maybe she told him he was some king to not know what was happening in his kingdom, and Rio smarted, teeth grit, and suddenly that path that had felt so clear earlier that day was gnarled and overgrown.

Every old seed of hurt sprouting, every sharp-toothed betrayal yawning awake.

And so they split, fracture, and Beth goes back to her house without Dean but still with her children, and she googles criminal lawyers in-between bath times and leaves bitter voicemails on Mick’s phone after a few too many drinks.

And Rio, despite himself, calls Gretchen.

Which - - fuck, isn’t easy, right? Because Gretchen’s technically on Nick’s payroll, not Rio’s, and he’s already given her a mountain of shit with Nick’s arrest, but Rio tells her this is something real.

Somethin’ to maybe get back a bit of that soul she’s always complaining she’s lost.

So the next day when Annie’s pulled out of her cell and into another room, she’s not sure what to say when her court-appointed lawyer is gone and Gretchen’s there instead.

And it’s immediately different for Annie, right? Because Annie has no idea who she is, but the difference is stark immediately, and Gretchen is so collected and feels nothing like the lawyer she got for her custody trial or felony drug charge, and it’s the first time Annie’s taken a breath since the cops knocked on her door, and she knows it’s Rio, but she thinks Beth got him to do it.

So when she and Beth finally get to see each other, she says thank you.

(But Annie thinks no, she thinks this was supposed to be me being the un-fuck-up, she thinks this was supposed to be me looking after you).

And god, what’s Beth supposed to do with that?

She can’t bring herself to talk to Rio about it – sinks herself instead into scrounging up the money to pay Annie’s rent so she doesn’t lose her apartment while Gretchen’s working to get her out, into looking after Ben and her own kids and deflecting Greg and Nancy’s interrogations about it all, and trying to stay on top of the club and the city councilwoman work and ignoring the way Dean wants to talk custody arrangements, and god, all Beth really wants is Ruby.

And it’s sudden.

The way Ruby just shows up.

The way Ruby just steps into Beth’s living room and holds her, and maybe it’s only then that Beth really cries.

Only then that she feels like maybe she can get through this at all.

And the thing is, Rio’s maybe avoiding her too, because he’s not doing drops or pick-ups (and neither is Mick, which is good at least, because Beth’s not sure what she’d do if she saw him again right now), and Beth’s got no idea what to make of that, nor the gnawing feeling in her gut every time he misses a meeting.

But it’s not that long before Gretchen gets Annie out – a long argument of technicalities and legal loopholes that Beth doesn’t entirely understand – and Beth leaves the kids with Ruby and gets her sister back into her apartment and feels some storm of relief and guilt as Ben cries on the couch and Annie asks her to leave, to let her talk to her son alone, and Beth does, and she goes home, and she’s not sure what to make of it.

Rio’s G-wagon on her street.

He’s not in it though, and the familiar spark of something is felt in the sparse desert of exhaustion inside of her, but he’s not waiting at her doorstep or in her kitchen or in her bedroom, and then she sees him from there – sitting on the picnic table like he did all those months ago.

And it’s easier than it should be to slip out, to stand with the winter air nipping at her collar bone and lean herself back against the glass door and watch him for a minute.

He doesn’t look up right away, although she’s sure he knows she’s there, just threads his fingers together and holds them to the back of his neck, a cradle to push his head back into, and Beth wants to ask why, but she’s not sure what why she’s asking anymore, so instead, she just asks him if he wants a drink.

And yeah, he wants a drink.

It’s quiet inside without the kids, without Dean, and it’s not awkward like it was that time she brought him in to say goodbye, but it’s not exactly comfortable either. A stranger sort of silence that settles like a spell, and she feels him watching her when she pours him a drink, sees it when she walks over to him, passes him a bourbon, and she doesn’t say thank you because it’s his fault Annie was there at all, but she hopes maybe he tastes the words on her lips anyway when she presses them to his.

And it’s not like the first time, it’s not even like the other day – the path is still overgrown, still dense with creeping vines, with thickening thickets and poisoned fruits, but Beth thinks she likes it that way.

After all, the hunger in her is a wild thing too.

#beth x rio #nbc good girls #gg headcanons #gg season 5 #annie marks #beth boland #ruby hill #rio #i would've done this in dot points but tumblr isn't letting me which is v rude #anyway #this is what would've been in my s5 fic if i ever actually pulled it together haha #long post #welcome to my ama

[soraavalon]

DM: Starting off strong, go ahead and roll your d6.

-rolls-

DM: Hunt, we'll start with you.

Hunt: Would I feasibly be able to put in a gold coin, or...

DM: Yeah and at any point if you want to roll insight on the bat to see what they're doing you're welcome to do that.

Hunt: I will put in a gold coin.

DM: Nathaniel?

Nathaniel: I'll fold.

DM: Marigold?

Marigold: I will raise.

DM: Okay, what are you putting in?

Marigold: I'm looking through my inventory. I will put in a pastry and a tooth on a string.

DM: The bat is going to match that by putting in another name. Hunt, so the bet was raised after you bet, so do you want to put in some more to try to match?

Hunt (OOC): Okay since the bat put in a name, does that mean I also have to put in a name?

DM: No, 'cause Marigold put in a pastry and a tooth trinket. If you have a trinket of some kind that you think 'cause you already put a gold coin in, you'd just have to put in one more.

Mistletoe: [in chat] Mistletoe is just staring intently at the table

DM: [in chat] Mistletoe plays like Jotaro; doesn't look at what he has, just bets big :D

Hunt: Okay, let me see what I have. *looks at sheet* *low* Oh I really hate to do this. *normal* She puts in one of her golden dice with emerald pips.

Nathaniel (OOC) & DM: Oh.

Marigold: Oooh (OOC): *laughs* We all got very excited.

Mistletoe (OOC): [in chat] "I don't actually know how to play this game, but I'm gonna win"

DM: Roll your d4. [in chat] [doesn't look at dice] "literally all of my friend's souls"

Hunt: I'll call.

DM: Nathaniel?

Nathaniel: I folded in the last round.

DM: Right, that's right. Marigold.

Marigold: I will raise.

DM: Okay, what do you add in?

Marigold: I will add in a gold piece, is that okay?

DM: Yeah, the bat will also add in a gold. So Hunt, you can either fold or you can pay a gold piece to stay in and have everyone reveal their dice.

Hunt: I'll throw in a gold.

DM: Okay, what did everyone get.

Marigold: Damnit, I was hoping more people would fold. I got a 9.

Hunt: 16.

Nathaniel (OOC): Oh.

DM: The bat also got a 16, so you split the pot.

#D&D mischief #Relni campaign #Relni Recap #Relni Chapter 40 #I threw a gold coin in because I was out of silver #if Hunt lost that die no matter who won it she was going to steal it back #she will be damned if she loses those dice

[2goth2moth]

Hi! How are you doing?🤗

This is my first request that I ever made soooo I hope I'm doing everything okay😅

If I may ask for an alpha!werewolf x reader smut where the reader just flirted with another wolf to make their alpha jealous? And his reaction is.. i would say special😂 lot of teasing, dirty talk, rough sex and so on😊

Thank you!☺

Here you go, I hope you enjoy! :-)

In a String of Bad Ideas (M!Werewolf x GN!Reader, NSFW)

Word count: 2834

Includes: Jealousy, dirty talk, marking, scent kink, face-fucking, thigh fucking, rough sex

You had never exactly been known for your good ideas. It certainly wasn’t that you were unintelligent, but your years growing up could be read as a roadmap of ideas that would have definitely gone better if you thought them through. In a word: impulsive. But in retrospect, this particular idea was definitely one of your less thoroughly considered.

It started at a party. Well, if you were splitting hairs, it started with Finn. With your boyfriend, and with him not paying enough attention to you. You had both been busy, so you couldn’t really fault him, but still. You hadn’t had sex in a month, and even when both of you were free, he hadn’t really taken you up on offers to even hang out. Enough was enough. So there you were, at a party. Trying to make your boyfriend, your alpha werewolf boyfriend, jealous.

Another alpha werewolf was standing in front of you. In the pulsing lights of the party, you couldn’t really make out any features other than abnormally tall and solidly built, both very much standard for werewolves. You didn’t remember his name, if he’d even told you yet, and you hadn’t really heard the joke he’d just told over the music, but you still laughed indulgently. Your hand found a place on his forearm, and a little flicker of satisfaction went through you as his eyes came to rest on your exposed chest. The shirt you wore was unbuttoned a hole or two too far to be decent, your shorts cuffed an inch or two too high to be entirely appropriate. All on purpose. You weren’t sure where Finn was at the moment, but you had to make the scene look right. You let yourself drift closer to the wolf’s large form, rubbing your hand along his hairy arm.

He began to move his hand down to just graze your hip when another hand, broad and clawed, yanked you away and into a large, distinctly wolfish form. A quick glance up revealed Finn towering behind you.

“Hands off,” he growled, lips pulled to expose sharp teeth in an obvious display of aggression.

The no-name wolf you had been flirting with flashed his own teeth back. The air became so heavy with alpha pheromones that even you could start to smell them. “Why? It’s not like they’re yours.”

Finn’s claws dug into your waist and pulled you flush back against him. “Actually yes,” he said, tone steeped in possessiveness. “They are.” He leaned down to lick the side of your neck messily, keeping eye-contact with the other werewolf the whole time.

You knew that where he ran his tongue was roughly where scent glands would be on a werewolf omega. Such explicit and public claiming was something that he had never done before. It sent heat licking down your spine. He stayed there, staring down the other wolf, lapping at your skin, until Mr. Nameless dropped his gaze to the floor in submission and backed away.

The wet strokes against your neck let up. “Hey Finn,” you said, a little breathless, “Where were you- HEY!”

What you began saying was cut off with a yelp as Finn locked a hand around your wrist and began dragging you through the house after him. You went along with it, hoping that this reaction would lead to something fun. He threw open the door to an empty bedroom and pulled you inside, locking the door behind you.

“What was that?” He asked, backing you against a wall.

You feigned innocence. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play fucking coy. You were all over that guy. You’re basically half naked. What’s going on?”

You sighed. You were going to have to tell him at some point. “I was trying to make you jealous. You haven’t really been paying attention to me lately.”

He crowded even closer to you, wedging his thigh between your legs. You were completely flush with the wall now. “So you let some other wolf’s filthy hands on you...to make me jealous? Why? Are you that desperate for me to fuck you?” His voice was perfectly even and dangerously quiet.

You knew that you were still playing with fire, but you barrelled on ahead. “Yeah, so? It seems to have worked out well enough,” you teased, grinding slightly against the leg he had tucked between yours.

Finn dipped his head down to run his lips along the shell of your ear. “And what exactly makes you think I’m gonna fuck you?”

“Um, this?” You asked, slightly confused, pressing your leg even closer to his groin. His cock was was hard and heated against you.

“Oh, ‘this’?” He said. His breath fanned out over the side of your face and he ground against you properly, letting out a harsh little grunt. “This is getting dealt with, but I certainly won’t be fucking you.”

A whine broke from your throat. “What? Why not? I thought that you would have wanted to prove I was yours.”

“Believe me, I do. By the time I’m done with you, everyone will know who you belong to. But you actually want me to fuck you, and what would be the point in me rewarding bad behaviour?”

“Finn!” You complained, trying desperately to not buck your hips into him.

He chuckled against the skin of your neck. “Shhh. Maybe if you ask me nicely, I’ll let you cum sometime tonight.”

You barely had time to let out a whimper before Finn crushed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. It was messy, almost violent, more tooth and tongue than proper kiss. You moaned helplessly into his mouth, grabbing at the hem of his shirt to steady yourself. He quickly moved down to your neck, the skin completely exposed by your own mostly-undone shirt. Sloppy, open-mouthed kisses fell along your collarbone before he latched onto the soft patch of skin under the corner of your jaw. Right where he had licked earlier, right where a werewolf mating bite would go. You gasped loudly as he began sucking a mark there. It was only seconds before the skin felt swollen and bruised. He pulled off with pop and a harsh nip.

“You’re mine, do you understand?” He growled.

Not trusting yourself to say anything, you nodded helplessly. He kept assaulting your neck, leaving hickies and shallow bite marks on every inch of your neck that he could reach. It all felt so good that you didn’t notice his hands wandering until your shirt was ripped clean from your body.

“Hey!” The cold raised goosebumps on your flesh. Finn’s hands began to roam your bare torso, claws lightly scratching lines too soft to really hurt. It was getting difficult to stay fully composed. “I liked that shirt. And I don’t have anything else to wear back home.”

“I’ll buy you a new fucking shirt. And you can wear my shirt back,” he snarled. His hands landed on your hips and he bodily flipped you so that your chest was pressed against the wall. Your shorts and underwear were yanked down your legs in a single motion. “Or walk back naked, I don’t really care.”

Claws dug painfully into your hips as he pulled them back enough to make your spine arch. A single messy kiss on your shoulder was the last thing you felt for several seconds before Finn was licking a slow, broad stripe over your puckered hole. The sudden feeling made you moan and arch even further into the wall.

He took the meat of your ass between his teeth and bit down, hard enough to sting, before soothing the mark with his tongue. “Do you want me to eat you out?” He kissed your other cheek. “Want me to drive you crazy with my tongue?” A bite to the top of your thigh. “I’ll make it so you’re so turned on that you’re dripping, then I’ll fuck your thighs.” Another lick to your hole. “If you really beg for it, maybe I’ll let you suck my cock.”

“P-please!” You pleaded, mind getting fuzzy with what he was saying.

Finn dipped his face back to lap at your perineum. The very tip of his tongue caught on your rim on a particularly teasing upward drag. “I won’t knot you properly, only good little omegas get knots.” You weren’t an omega-- you weren’t even a werewolf-- but the term being thrown at you so casually sent sparks through your blood. It felt so right. “But I’ll mark you so completely that you won’t even be able to burn my scent off of you. No one is ever going to forget who you belong to. Especially not you.”

You barely got to choke out a “Please, Alpha” before he shoved his face back in your ass. His tongue teased your hole on each slow lick, tip not quite breaching the rim. He was definitely just teasing you now, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making you beg. At least not yet. You sank your teeth into your lip to stifle any noises and let your head drop forward against the wall. Your attempts to maintain composure were quickly broken down by the feeling of a hot, slippery tongue plunging into you. A strangled moan broke out of your mouth with each flick against your insides.

“O-oohh God.”

Finn’s answering hum was muffled. His jaw kept working against you, slowly drawing more noises of pleasure from you. Saliva was steadily dripping out of his mouth where he moved. It ran in thick rivulets down the inside of your thighs, and with a desperate little movement you ground your hips back into his face.

Claws dug deep into your ass where he was still holding you. With a loud growl and another hard bite to your leg, he pulled himself up to stand behind you. A zip and the sound of fabric rustling sounded before he plastered himself against you, cock hard and leaking against the small of your back.

He kissed the side of your throat, wet and open-mouthed, with the barest scratch of teeth. “Keep your thighs together.”

You obeyed, squeezing your legs together as tightly as you could. You could feel Finn adjust his stance before pushing himself into the miniscule space between them. Despite how tight it was, the movement was slick, aided by his pre-cum and the spit that had dripped down from your ass. The shaft dragged against you on its way through, making you groan low in your throat. The feeling of him fucking your thighs and kissing your neck was good, especially when his hard length ran against your crack and groin. But the touch was just barely a tease. It was nowhere near satisfying to you, and the gentle grazes were making you writhe in a fruitless attempt to get something-- anything-- more fulfilling. The head of his cock appeared between your legs, shiny and glistening red. Pre-cum was beaded at the tip, and you couldn’t help but swipe your finger over it, gathering the clear fluid, and putting it in your mouth. The taste was one you were intimately familiar with, musky and rich, supposedly the same as Finn’s alpha pheromones.

A sharp smack landed on the fullest part of your butt. It felt equal parts painful and pleasurable, and the shock sent you jolting forward into the wall with a yelp.

“Did I tell you you could do that?” Finn huffed into your ear. He began pistoning his hips even harder, dragging his shaft between your thighs, making your legs shake with each stroke. You shook your head. Another hard thrust slammed your chest into the wall. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

“No, A-alpha,” you choked out.

“No, I didn’t.” He aggressively sucked another hickey onto your neck, right under the hinge of your jaw, so high that there was no way you’d be able to cover it. “So why exactly did you think it was okay?”

“I want you, Alpha, so bad. I just couldn’t wait.” There was no doubt that your voice was whiny and more than a little pathetic at this point. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

You could feel Finn’s mouth curl into a vicious smile on your skin. “Do you want to suck my cock that bad? Filthy little omega can’t wait for me any longer?”

That word again. “Omega”.

You squirmed in his hands and shook your head, not completely trusting your voice. The way that Finn was talking to you, the way he touched you, like you properly belonged to him, was turning your mind to goo. For a split-second, you wished that you were a werewolf omega so that you could take his bite, so that he could take yours, so that you could possess each other the way mates did.

“Do you want to suck me off?” You nodded, a little shakily. “Hmmmm, I’m not sure I believe you.” He stopped thrusting through your thighs, just standing at your back, massaging your ass. “You may have to convince me.”

Determination crystalized in your chest at the challenge. You turned to face him and sank to your knees. The dick in front of you was massive, flushed and slick with pre-cum, knot beginning to bulge at the base. You kept yourself carefully levelled with the shaft and stared up at Finn through your lashes. This was a dirty move, you knew, he had told you numerous times that seeing you kneeling like this drove him wild. The ball was back in your court, even if you were the one desperate and begging.

“Please, Alpha,” you whined. Exhaling into the sound, you drifted forward slightly, letting his dick hit your cheek, leaving a trail of slick pre-cum on your skin. “Fuck my mouth, cum all over me, please. Make everyone know whose omega I am.”

At the end of it, you opened your mouth and let your tongue hang out. Finn held for a breath, staring down at you. In one swift, sudden movement, he seized your jaw and plunged his cock inside. The intrusion made you gag for a second, but you relaxed your throat around him, settling comfortably into your usual rhythm for this. One clawed hand stayed locked around your chin as he began driving his length into your mouth. The girth of his shaft stretched your mouth uncomfortably. Each stroke sent the head into your throat, making you choke and spasm around him. The feeling sent little spurts of gloriously rich pre-cum shooting into you with each forward thrust. You could see his knot swelling in front of your nose, already close to popping from when he fucked himself between your thighs. You began swallowing around him as well as you could, trying to milk him to completion.

His grip on you was getting harsher, biting into you with those big, sharp claws, and his thrusts were getting sloppier by the second. Each ragged breath was edged with an animalistic growl as he became more desperate for release. He wasn’t talking anymore, just fucking into your open mouth, chasing his pleasure with single-minded determination. You moaned wantonly around him, the sound muffled by his heated flesh. Spit was leaking out of your mouth, mixing with pre-cum and sliding down your chin and dripping down.

“Gonna- fuck- gonna cum!” Finn snarled above you. He dragged you off of his cock, leaving you panting, covered in saliva, mouth hanging open. He pumped himself a few times before squeezing his knot and cumming all over you with an aggressive yell. Pearly ribbons of white, the same thick musk as his pre-cum and pheromones, fell across your face and hair, catching on your eyelashes and landing in your waiting mouth.

You swallowed what landed on your tongue. A large hand swiped cum away from your eyes and rubbed it into the warm skin behind your ear. Opening your eyes, you looked up into the warm, adoring face of your alpha. He brought his hand up to your mouth, coaxing you to lick it clean. Your thighs were still sticky from his mouth and cock, and cum was now dripping from your face onto your chest and legs where they were folded beneath you. Hickies and bruising fingerprints littered your neck and hips. You looked so thoroughly fucked-out, and yet…

“Was I good enough? Do I get to cum now?”

Finn grinned at you, toothy and wicked, promising pleasure and pain in equal measure. “I’m going to take you home now, omega. And I’m going to tease you until you cry, until you’re sobbing and begging me to let you cum. And then I’m going to leave you there for hours. And only when you’ve really learned your lesson will I let you finish.”

He hauled you upright and kissed you, deep and filthy, swallowing up every whimper that fell from your lips at the threat.

#exophilia #terato #monster fucker #monster lover #monster x human #werewolf boyfriend #smut #nsft #minors do not interact #terfs dont fucking touch #bigots dni

[sukifans]

May I request a Zuko x Reader with prompt number 2 from the 50 cliché prompts? I'm desperate for some fluff

SWEATSHIRT // zuko

WC: 1.8k

PROMPT: “your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and i couldn’t help but steal it”

WARNINGS: none

A/N: if you want fluff you came to the right place—tooth rotting fluff is my specialty. the title may or may not be a jacob sartorius reference. yall remember when tik tok was music.ly?

⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

Living with Sokka certainly had its ups and downs. On the one hand, he always kept things interesting—you never knew what you might come home to find, and he often made you laugh so hard you had tears streaming down your cheeks. He could also MacGyver just about anything that broke in your apartment (usually broken by him, however). You’d only had to call maintenance once, when you’d found him stuck under the kitchen sink, absolutely drenched, and shouting for help as water viciously sprayed from the pipes and the garbage disposal made some sort of ear-splitting shriek.

On the other hand, his mind moved a hundred miles a minute and he often forgot little things, like closing the kitchen cabinets or starting the dishwasher. One such thing he tended to forget was to finish his laundry. Often you’d find his still-wet clothes in the washer or his clean clothes in the dryer, having finished several hours ago. The two of you had worked out a deal: if Sokka did the dinner dishes and bought the snacks for Movie Fridays, you’d make sure the apartment ran smoothly despite his forgetfulness.

That’s how you found yourself dumping a load of his clothes onto his bed after finding them in the dryer while trying to do your own chores. You picked through the shirts and boxer briefs before settling on stealing a deep burgundy sweatshirt—an unspoken part of your deal was that if you found his clothes, you were allowed to steal a t-shirt or sweatshirt of your choosing because he knew you liked to wear the oversized tops on lazy days.

He came back later that night to find you standing in the kitchen, scrolling on your phone while you waited for your tea to steep. Your wet hair hung around your face and you wore the red hoodie with sleep shorts and thick, fuzzy socks.

“Hey,” he said, dropping his backpack on the ground by the door and kicking off his shoes.

“Hey.” You looked up at him as he bustled around the kitchen, tossing something into the microwave. “How was work?”

“Annoying,” he sighed in irritation, making you grin. He turned to you and frowned, reaching out to tug at the sleeve of your sweatshirt. “Where did you find that?”

“I stole it from your laundry, stupid. You left your stuff in the dryer again. I’ve never seen this one before, did you just get it?”

“Uh... yeah. Thanks for doing that for me.”

“Mhm.” You slipped your phone into the front pocket and cradled your mug. “Why do you ask? Do you want it back?”

“Nah, it’s okay. In fact, keep it. Red doesn’t suit me, I don’t know what I was thinking when I bought it.” He had a smirk on his face that made you very suspicious.

You raised an eyebrow while you slowly sipped your tea. “If you say so, Snoozles.” You flicked his arm as you passed him to retreat into your bedroom for the night. “Don’t forget to pick up your bag. And snacks for Friday night!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he responded through a mouthful of noodles.

You and your friends were gathered in the living room like every other Friday, this week to watch Jurassic Park (yet another classic that neither Aang nor Zuko had seen, much to everybody’s disbelief). Katara and Aang sat together on the armchair, Zuko sat between you and Sokka on the couch, and Toph sat on the floor with her back against the sofa next to her service dog, Badger. You had your legs thrown across the guys’ laps and all eyes (except Toph’s) in the room were glued to the screen. Well, for the most part—Zuko kept looking over at you all night. You tried to keep your attention on the dinosaurs, but you could feel him staring at you. Eventually you caught his eye and raised your eyebrows expectantly. He simply flushed and looked away. You furrowed your brow and turned back to the movie, pulling your hands inside the sleeves of Sokka’s red sweatshirt and sticking them in the pocket.

“Did you guys know that Spielberg wanted the raptors to be taller for the movie and then a few months after they wrapped shooting, paleontologists found a new species of raptor that actually fit the movie portrayal really well? They almost named it after him,” Sokka said with his mouth full of popcorn.

“That’s nice, Sokka,” Katara responded absently, obviously not listening.

“Yeah, and they made the T. Rex sounds with an alligat—oof!” He wheezed when you jabbed your foot into his stomach. “Asshole!”

“Pack it up, IMDB,” you huffed.

“I just thought it was interes—ouch, Toph!” he yelped when Toph punched his shin.

“Stop talking, I can’t hear anything!”

“Just watch it!”

“I can’t!” Toph barked. Sokka crossed his arms and slumped down, grumbling to himself. You and Zuko glanced over at each other and broke out in grins, pursing your lips to hold back your laughter.

As the movie progressed, you noticed the tension in Zuko’s shoulders. He had his jaw clenched throughout the whole scene with the kids trapped in the car with the T. Rex attacking. You nudged him with your knee and he turned to look at you.

“You scared, Zu?” you teased in a low voice, leaning forward to squeeze his bicep. “You want me to protect you from the dinos?”

He rolled his eyes but still lifted his arm, inviting you sit up and tuck yourself into his side. As you leaned against him he seemed to loosen up, settling into his seat and resting his head against yours. Sokka noticed this and looked around Zuko to waggle his eyebrows suggestively and very conspicuously, making your face heat up in embarrassment. Unfortunately, the idiot had caught wind of your crush on his best friend and had been relentlessly tormenting you about it ever since. You glared at him until he sat back, looking disgustingly smug.

After the movie finished, everyone got up to stretch and refill their drinks before the next one started. While talking with Toph in the kitchen, you noticed Zuko standing outside on the balcony by himself. You excused yourself from the conversation and made your way out to him while all your friends hooted in the background. It seemed everyone knew about your attraction to the boy, except for the boy himself.

“Hey,” you said softly, stepping outside. He looked around at you and gave you a small smile that made your head spin. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, “just getting some air. It’s getting hot in there with everyone in the room.”

You nodded and stood next to him to lean against the railing. After a few beats of silence, you could feel his stare on you again. You met his gaze curiously. “What’s up, Zu? You’ve been looking at me all night.”

“Nothing, it’s just—“ he narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to the side as if inspecting you “—is that my sweatshirt?”

You frowned. “No, I took it from Sokka.”

“Lying bastard.” His eyes widened at your offended look when you rounded on him. “Not you! I—um, it is mine. I gave it to Sokka the other day and when I asked for it he insisted he already gave it back to me. The fucker gaslit me over a sweatshirt.”

“Sounds about right,” you giggled. “I’m sorry. I’ll give it back before you leave.”

He pulled at one of the drawstrings. “You can keep it, if you want. It’s, uh—“ he cleared his throat “—it looks better on you.”

You stood facing each other now, barely a breath away from being chest-to-chest. “I can’t take your sweatshirt.”

“You take Sokka’s all the time.”

“Yeah, because he always forgets his laundry in the machine. He owes me.” Zuko laughed a little at that, still fiddling with the string. You could feel your heart racing at his proximity. He sucked in a breath and seemed to brace himself for his next words.

“I kind of like how you look in my clothes, though. Might have to start leaving my stuff around here so you stop wearing Sokka’s.” The confidence in his voice was betrayed by the rising blush on his face that surely rivaled your own as you stared up at him with wide eyes.

Your lips parted to speak, but no words came out. All you could squeak out was a soft, “Zuko,” when he raised his hand to brush a loose piece of hair back behind your ear. You felt frozen, rooted to the spot, when his fingertips grazed your cheekbone. His hand lingered there, palm radiating heat into your already flushed cheeks.

“I—“ he pulled his hand back and chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly “—sorry.”

“For what?” you asked.

“I don’t know.” You grinned at each other and in that moment it could’ve been just you and Zuko left on the planet and it wouldn’t’ve mattered; everything you wanted and needed was right there in front of you, if you were bold enough to take that final step toward it.

“Zuko—“

“Hey, we—oh!“ Both of you whipped your heads around when the door slid open to reveal Aang standing there. His whole face went red and he laughed in embarrassment. “Sorry! Just wanted to tell you guys we were gonna start the movie, but no rush! Take your time!” He started to back away and you felt yourself release from Zuko’s magnetic pull now that your small bubble had been invaded.

“It’s okay, Aang.” You smiled gently at your friend and started to make your way back inside. “We were about to head in anyways.”

Aang shot Zuko an apologetic look before nodding and hurrying away. Zuko couldn’t find it in himself to be bitter about the ruined moment when you reached out towards him and gazed up at him with those warm, bright eyes. “You coming, Zu?”

“Yeah, right behind you.” He took your outstretched hand and laced your fingers together, squeezing his palm against yours.

Maybe you weren’t the last people on Earth, and maybe you hadn’t taken that leap just yet, but something between you two shifted and finally clicked into place out there on that balcony. Everything would work out just fine—he knew it in the way you kept your fingers slotted perfectly between his as Jaws played on the television, and in the way you quickly rose onto your toes to press a kiss to his cheek in the hallway before he left. He couldn’t wipe the dreamy little smile off his face for the rest of the night, even as he laid awake in bed thinking about you.

Yeah; everything would be just fine.

ATLA TAGS: @hotgirlazula @octophopi @simpinforsukka @protect-remus @akiris @sunflowerazula

ZUKO TAGS: @fiantomartell @avatarayeaye @hypercakeiii @sher-lockedmarvel @emeraldpotato @september-ctd

#zuko x reader #zuko x you #zuko x y/n #prince zuko x you #prince zuko x reader #zuko fic #zuko fluff #zuko #mine #requests #avatar the last airbender #atla #avatar fic #atla x reader #x reader #zuko imagine

[frustrated-writer-skyeknight]

HiJack AU - Rise of the Guardians Plotbunnies

(Context: Before Hiccup returns to HQ when the Guardian signal came up, he was spending time with Jack, as per usual. When the signal came up, he had to go. Jack looked disappointed, because Hiccup had just arrived a bare ten minutes ago. It was the quickest the Aide of Hope had to leave. Hiccup was in a rush to leave, since it was the first time in a long time that the urgent signal was put up to assemble all guardians at the same time, the last time was to report about what had happened to Kozmotis. In his rush, he wasn't thinking, and accidentally kissed Jack on the cheek in a parting kiss.

They were both shock.

Before Jack could collect himself to make a respond, Hiccup dashed off, all the while thinking "Shit shit shit shit shit what did I just DO?!)

More details added to the Answer (an ask from @hamish-fanfic-fangirl )already mentioned here

The Guardians love children, as they are the Guardians of Childhood. They can't, however, have children. With the exception of Kozmotis and Anastasia's relationship, as they were created together at the same time by Manny.

Manny formed Pitch to safeguard chaos energy that would strike fears in children and leave them traumatize, impeding a healthy and happy development of growing up. Anastasia was formed at the same time, because children, and to an extent people, need to live in a harmonize environment, right?

The Guardians do consider themselves, as what humans coined nowadays, as 'Found family.' Addition to that, they think if they could have kids, they would be like and be treated like their aides.

They joke about it sometimes; North fits the role of a dad, as leader of the Guardians, Thiana being like the mother, with Aster, Sandy, and Kozmotis like uncles. Sandy's the "cool" uncle with a lot of stories to tell (or show). Kozmotis is the "chill" uncle who leaves you be but offers sage wisdom whether or not you ask for them. Aster is the one who nags a lot, sometimes more than the parents but is exciting to spend time with because of all his cool tricks.

Jamie and Astrid found it awkward, but Thiana was being playful and pretending to be like a parent and giving Jamie 'the shovel talk', when Astrid and Jamie got together, as she heard a story told to her by North, from Jim.

She was sweet about it though, going on about how they should be caring of each other and how lovely it all was so Jim made a remark later that he didn't think the guardian of memories got the point of a 'Shovel talk'

Even to the aides that aren't their own, the Guardians do feel rather paternal/maternal towards them.

Dialogue

North: Sandy, thank you for coming.

Sandy descends from the plane and floats to the ground. He joins North, Bunny and Tooth as they walk through the Globe Room. Sand glyphs appear above Sandy's head communicating

Jamie: He says that he is busy and has a lot of work to do.

North: I understand, you work ‘round the clock, da, But I obviously wouldn't have called you all here unless it was serious.

North, Bunny, Tooth and Sandy reach the center of the room. Tooth does her best to shush her mini-fairies.

North: Kozmotis as the Boogeyman was here at the Pole. *points to the globe. The everyone turns to look.*

Astrid: *shocked* Sir Kozmotis? Here? After all this time...

Jamie: Jim, did you really see...

Jim: Well, I didn't but sir North had. I think, I... Wait. *frowning as he looked around in concern* Where's Dimitri?

Tooth: But... Pitch Black? Was it really him?

North: Yes! There was black sand covering the globe.

Aster: What, what...what do you mean black sand?

North: And then a shadow!                                                

Aster: Hold on, hold on, I thought you said you saw Pitch.

North: Well, ah, not exactly...

Aster: Not exactly? Can you believe this guy?

Bunny turns to Sandy, who shrugs while forming a Dreamsand question mark above his head....

Aster: Yeah, you said it, Sandy.

Bunny goes back to painting one of his Easter eggs.

North: Look, he is up to something very bad. *gropes his gut* I feel it, in my belly.

Aster: *eyes narrow* Hang on, hang on, you mean to say, you summoned me here THREE DAYS BEFORE EASTER - because of your? Mate, if I did this to you three days before Christmas-

Tooth (to her fairies): Argentina. Priority alert! A batch of bicuspids in Buenos Aires.  Weather advisory, Astrid?

Astrid: *Pauses* Fair, all of them. Snowstorm warning in Moscow.

Jamie: Maybe that's where Jack is now.

Jim: And maybe Hic too; would explain why he's running late... Now Dimitri...           

North grabs Bunny's painted egg, casually juggling it in his          hand as he walks off. Meanwhile Sandy, who is being served          eggnog by a yeti, suddenly notices something high above.         

North: Please. Bunny. Easter is not Christmas.

Aster: *sarcastic laugh* Here we go... North, I, I don't have time for           this. I've still got two million eggs to finish up.

The moon rises into view, high up in the ceiling; its rays of light begin to shine brightly through as they cascade down the walls of the globe room.

North: No matter how much you paint, is still egg!

Sandy points to the moon unsuccessfully to get the others' attention. Even Jamie is distracted with Jim and Astrid, talking about whether one of them (Jim) should go and get Dimitri. Their guardians are distracted and they didn't want to interrupt them...

Aster: Look, mate, I'm dealing with perishables. Right. You've got all year to prepare.                                                

Tooth (to her fairies): Pittsburg, boy eight, two molars. Saltwater taffy.

Sandy puts his fingers in his mouth to whistle, a silent musical note forming above his head.                                                

North (to Aster): Why are rabbits always so nervous.

Aster: And why are you always such a blowhard!                                  

Tooth (to her fairies): Ontario, sector nine: five canines, two molars, and fourteen incisors. Is that all in one house?

Sandy waves a sand flag above his head, pointing and jumping and down as the moonlight continues to fill the room.

North: Tooth! Can't you see we're trying to argue.

Tooth: *Good naturedly* Sorry, not all of us get to work one night a year. Am I right, Sandy?

Sandy tries to signal with a golden arrow, pointing toward the ceiling, but to no avail as the others continue their bickering. Sandy thinks Tooth has noticed for a split second, but then-    

Tooth (to her fairies): San Diego, sector two! Five incisors, a bicuspid and a really loose molar on stand-by.

North: I know it was him. We have serious situation!

Aster: Well, I've got a serious situation with some eggs.

Tooth: Hey, I hate to interrupt the, "We work so hard once a year club" but could we concentrate on the matter-

A silhouette comes out from a black spot of a shadow in the middle of the room, and Dimitri comes up and stumbles out from it. The aide of the former Guardian of Chaos seemed recovering from injuries. Even with his quick healing, it's taking some time...

Jim: Dimitri!

Jim rushes to help support him...

Tooth: Oh dear!

Astrid: Is he okay?

Dimitri: Sorry... The darkness is more restless than ever for some reasons. I had to defeat about a dozen minions before securing and leaving the base.

Jim: Wha- so if Pitch is really back, why hadn't he showed up here yet?

North: He did lad!

Jim: All due respect sir, you said it was a shadow.

North: Shadows are his thing!

Dimitri: I don't think that was Pitch yet, but a harbinger, maybe? If he had awoken, I think I would be the first to know.

Aster: Hah!

Sandy can't take it anymore, grabs an elf by his hat, and vigorously shakes it's bell. The other Guardians are finally silenced and all turn to look at Sandy, who points up, a sand crescent moon forming above his head. The dizzy elf staggers away. Finally the others turn to see the shaft of moonlight as it concentrates on the circle between them as Manny starts beaming down into the room...

North: Aah! Man in Moon! Sandy, why didn't you say something?

Sandy gives him a deadpan stare, Dream sand smoke shoots out his ears.                                                

North (to Man in Moon as he finally appears, with Anastasia by his side) : It's been a long time old friend! Madam Mother Nature *bows curtly*

Manny: Likewise.

Anastasia: A pleasure as always, North.

North: So... What is big news?

Manny: Before I get that, there is one thing I need to address first...

Everyone looks to the center of the room where Manny manipulates moonlight to shine down intensely, the light ebbs away, leaving a dark spot ---- which resolves into the shadowed silhouette of Pitch. The Guardians look on, stunned.                                                

Aster: It is Pitch.                                  

North pats his belly and gives Bunny a look...

North: Manny... what must we do?

Manny: The matter I mentioned needing to be addressed...

The shadow of Pitch disappears and the circle of moonlight intensifies and shrinks, concentrating further luminating an ornate symbol on the floor, at the center of their circle. The symbol rises out of the ground revealing a large gem at the head of a pillar.                                                

Tooth: Ah, guys, you know what this means?

The moons light suddenly refracts through the gem casting          light all over the chamber.                                                

North: He's choosing an aide for himself.

Aster: What?! You never needed one before, why now?

North: Must be big deal! Manny thinks we all need help!

Aster: We have our help. *Gestures to all aides present* Now if my own would show up too...                                               

Tooth: I wonder who it's gonna be?

Then a bright flash, a rush of wind- and a FIGURE resolves over the central pillar: slight, hooded, bearing a familiar  hooked staff.                                                

North:

North: Jack Frost.

The Mini-Teeth all sigh and swoon as the Guardians stand there, stunned.                                                

Jim: Well then, at least Hiccup's going to be happy

Astrid: *Shrugs, and idly shifts her axe from one hand to another* Well, as long as he does his part in caring for the children…

Tooth: And Hiccup’s going to be motivated more than ever now too.

Aster: Jack Frost!? He doesn't care about children! All he does is freeze water pipes and mess with my egg hunts. Right? He's an irresponsible, selfish...                                                

Manny: Aide.                            

Aster: I can tell you that Jack Frost is a lot of things, but he's--

Hiccup finally flies in with Toothless

Hiccup: I'm sorry I'm late! *He jumps down from Toothless* Snow storm in Moscow delayed me... Er, among other things...

Everyone looks at him

North: Perfect timing Hiccup! We need you to find Jack and bring him here.

Hiccup, remembering his final moments with Jack before leaving, looked mortified...

Hiccup: Do you guys hate me or something?

#ChildOfSolace Plotbunnies #HiJack #JiMitri #JamStrid #Hiccup x Jack #Jim x Dimitri #Jamie x Astrid #The Guardians #North #Aster #Toothiana #Sandeson #Manny #Anastasia #Hiccup Haddock #Jack Frost #Jim Hawkins #Dimitri Sudayev #Jamie Bennett #Astrid Hofferson #ROTG AU #HiJack AU

[wenwenbittercake]

Hizashi x readers (mafia edition)

(This is so cute I'm crying.This is pure fluff. Sorry if you don't enjoy it.i tried my best.🙏🙏😓😓😓)

"Beep... Beep... Beep." The sound of your alarm clock woke you up like every morning. You brush your teeth, take a shower, and wear a decent cloth that make you look modest. As usual, u walk down stairs and greets everyone. Everyone in the gang respect you to the fullest. You were happy to be the lady of the house. To be treated better than anyone. This didn't make you prideful. You take responsibility of most things in the house where the man who's behind this door takes responsibility of the gang.

You stood cold in front of a large door. You are familiar of this feeling but still can't get use to it. You walk in while holding a food tray for the man who's sitting behind the desk.

His name is Shoto Aizawa. One of the most ruthless boss in Musutafu. He is known to be sharp with his decisions and a cold person. You don't think those rumors are true.

Aizawa was beside you for the longest time. He's your father's right handed before he passed away. He trusted him to the fullest and didn't think twice to give his position to Aizawa. He was pretty close to you before he became the gang leader. But he distanced from you now. You know this is because he cares about you and didn't want you to be hurt.

"Thank you." Aizawa said as you place his breakfast on the table.

"Your welcome." You put on a smile and leave.

As you were about to leave he said, "I'm going on a business trip this afternoon, so you don't need to bring dinner here."

You nodded slightly and left.

You already got use to his stone cold speeches. The only thing you won't get use to it his complements.

"Beeeep Beeeeeep" A long bus honk woke you up from your sleepy self. Today is grocery day. You go buy groceries and things that the gang wants, like tooth brushes, tooth pastes and even shampoos. You waited on the bus stop for your bus to arrive, you can see a glimpse of the blonde man from a far.

His name is Hizashi Yamada, your private security, also your friend. You smile at him and wave him to come. He looked joyful hops towards you.

"Heyyyy y/n. Haven't seen you in a while!"

"Yeaaa, it just I'm busy with the house these days." You smile and continue your chit chat. It was interrupted bye a bunch of high school students.

Hizashi was about to scold them but you hold him. Looking at the high school students, this reminds you that you've never experienced a normal high school life. You were home school by the best teacher in Musutafu. You never dated a high school boy, never had best friends. You missed out on the best moments of life. You felt suffocated sometimes, you hope this life would just end faster.

When Hizashi realized your sad he hold your hand. This shock you a bit.

"Sorry I wasn't focusing." You apologize.

"It's fine. I wanna show you something. Come." He said as he pulled your hand.

He hold your hand and run to somewhere. You felt the cold air hitting your face. It was refreshing. You finally felt something. Like happiness, comfort and freedom.

He stop, causing you to hit his back.

"We're here! Close your eyes!" He said as he closed your eyes with his palm.

"Hehehe, what is it?"

You said as he slowly walk a few steps down with you. It's like a stair?.

"I'm gonna fall, what is it?"

"We're here." He slowly open your eye. And what you see beyond is amazing. You see the whole city.

You were breathless. It's the first time you saw this view. You never know it even exist.

"Whatcha think?"

"It's.... Perfect Hizashi." You give him a smile that he would die for.

"Umm..i'm happy you liked it." You nodded in response. Hizashi blushes how happy you look. He had never seen this type of happiness in you. He wants to see more of it. He wants to spoils you with the outside world. Just to see you smile.

"You know.... I can take you to other places if you like. You can buy the groceries tmr if you want to...." He knows that he's committing a death penalty here. He knows that he will be punish for taking a daughter of a mafia boss to unsafe places are a crime. But, he just wants to make you happy.

"Yes! Pls (✪ω✪)/" He knows he can't say no to that response.

You both first go to a busy market Street, filled with street foods that she had never tried before and color full lanterns.

Hizashi laugh at your expression to different food you tried. He take out his phone and took a picture of you trying the roasted octopus. He laughed how you struggle to bite the tough octopus. 🐙🐙🐙🐙

Later he takes you to an aquarium. Also one of the biggest aquarium in Musutafu.

Your eyes light up when you saw colorful fishes. You love sea creatures since your young. You've seen it on TV but never up close. You smile and giggled at how cute the jellyfishes swim.

"What are you giggling at?" Hizashi said jokingly.

"It's just... They look so cute when they swim. Oh look at that one, it just sinks. That one look so small and cute..." Hizashi is now lost in your words, your smile, your excitement after the jellyfishes.

He loves you more than anything. His feelings for you started since he started working for you after your dad died. You were so kind, so gentle with him, no matter how many lifes he killed, no matter how much blood he is covered in, you still welcome him with open arms.

He promised this is the last place he's taking you. You pouted at him and follow. To be honest, you didn't want this to end, you still wants to see the world with Hizashi.

"I promise this is the last, and you won't regret it." Hizashi says with excitement.

You look at his face carefully now and realized a scar on his right eye. Lucky it did blinded him. You reach your arm out and rub his scar. Which makes him jump.

"Y/N! What's wrong?" His hand clenched on the steering wheel.

"Where did you got this?"

"Oh-it's just in one of the fights don't worry about it." He said so calm and gentle.

"Be careful next time, I can't get my right handed hurt all the time."

He blushed at the nick name you give. He gives a chuckle at you in response.

"Oh we are here!"

"What is this place?" You asked he takes you in to the street filled with bright lanterns.

"Today is new year. As a new year celebrating, people here sell treats and lanterns. They also have games that you probably can play.

He held your hand tight and walk through the crowd. You look around in amazement. Everything is so bright and colorful. You could never imagine you would be here with..

"Y/n I think you can play that one."

Hizashi.

"Okie"

You both try new foods and play many games. You missed the cans everytime you shoot, so Hizashi helps you out. He got it, wining an octopus plushy.

"See I told you I can get it!" Hizashi said proudly.

"Alright Mr smart pants" You said as you pinch his left arm.

"Ouch, hahahaha" You both laugh.

"Oh wait, I need to show you the surprise, what time is it?" He said as he look at his clock.

"Shit it's 11:50!" He hold your hand tightly and run towards the hill.

When both of you got on top on the hill, you both are panting.

"Sorry y/n I didn't watch the clock and..." You hold his cheeks.

"It's fine, now where's the surprise? " He blushes and take you to a little bench on the edge of the hill.

"Here," He look at his clock and smirk.

"Perfect. Now Y/N sag it with me." You both look at each other with a smile and you nodded.

"10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR🎉🎊🎇" You both yelled it out loud. Then..

Colorful fire explodes in the dark blue sky. It's so beautiful, you usually just watched from your window but never seen it this close. You close your ear and giggled with happiness.

Hizashi was not concentrating on the fire works except, he was looking at you. Admiring you giggles and laughs. Even though it's tiring to go around the city, you make it all worthy.

You look back at his beautiful green eyes, there, you finally feel a familiar comforting feeling. The warm, cozy feeling you have felt for years. Is this love?

You felt his soft lips on yours, you first kiss! He's so gentle, it makes you melt in his kisses. You both finally split from your kiss and look at each other with love and adoration.

"I..i'm so sorry y/n, I..I just got caught in the moment, I.." You give him another soft kiss.

"It's fine. I love you too."

Is this really? Is he dreaming? Words that he wish you would say actually came out for your mouth?

"Wait Y/N are you serious?" He look so shocked and blushed it makes you giggled.

"If I weren't serious, I wouldn't kiss you again you dummy." You blushes.

He can't believe it. He was so happy he picks you up and swings you around like a doll in a 360 turn.

"Yessssss! Y/N LOVES ME!" He was yelling it out loud.

"Stop your being too loud, people might here it. " You blushes. He holds you in a bridal style and yell.

"Idc! I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH. Doesn't matter if the world hears that." You laugh at his cute behaviour and slap lightly on his chest.

"Stop" You giggled, follows by Hizashi laughs.

(This is too cute, I can help but stop writing the rest. I can't even believe my lonely ass wrote this 😭😭😭💖💞💕😭💕. I hope you all enjoy this cause I definitely do.)

#yamada hizashi #bnha hizashi #hizashi yamada x reader #present mic #bnha fanfiction #present mic x reader #shoto aizawa #hizashi fluff #bnha fluff

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

For the kissing prompts I was thinking 7 with Bryce Langely ( I'm a weirdo sorry😑 ). But u is a mf QUEEN 💯. Luv u and ur work sooo much

7. French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.

So I just wanted to add Nonnie that you are not a weirdo. (Unless your saying that as a compliment to yourself, like I say I have my own kinda crazy. Lol, ya know a with pride thing.) I mean... I love Curtis, like I would marry Dirty Ax wielding Daddy tomorrow if he was real. We love the characters we love, they just spark something inside of us. Okay, enough Rambling on my part. I hope you enjoy babes. 

Kiss Prompts 

A/N- Since this is Bryce, there is Drug Use in this fic as well as the reader being under the influence. 

“Come on Baby.” Bryce had an arm wrapped around your waist to hold you back against his chest, his hand heavy and possessive against your stomach while he had his chin on your shoulder, swaying the two of you slightly side to side as some ridiculous drumming music played in the background. “I promise it will be good for you.” Bryce pressed his lips against your temple while you pressed back further into him, contemplating what he wanted from you. 

“Bryce, where did you get this batch?” You loosened his hold and turned to face him, and he grinned down at you, his eyes a bit brighter than usual in the dim lights. 

“You don't trust me?” He gave a slight pout and you glanced away, not wanting to frustrate him. Bryce could be a bit forceful when things didn't go his way. You were never quite brave enough to tell him a flat out no. You smirked at him to hide the uneasy feeling and then stuck out your tongue to him, mouth wide open for him to dispense what he wanted to give you. “Ahh, Thatta girl.” he praised while taking the dropper and let some yellow-tinted liquid fall to coat your tongue. “Just a few more...” he encouraged you, and you tipped your head back further, a few more drops falling down your throat. He slipped a finger under your chin to close your mouth. 

“Such a good girl for me. It’s gonna feel good soon,” he promised, but you could see some maliciousness in his gaze. A predator after his prey. 

Twenty minutes later, he had you on the couch, and you were starting to feel the effects on your senses. Colors in the room started to shimmer more vibrant, distort in size till it was a wave, making you blink and try rubbing at your eyes. Bryce’s arm was over your shoulder, his fingers gliding along your face, and tilting you to look at him. “How you feeling baby?” He hummed, kissing the tip of your nose. 

You try to make sense of what he was saying. You let your cheek lean into his touch. “You sound like pumpkin pie Bryce.” 

Bryce lifted an amused brow at you. “Elaborate, because fuck if your making sense.” 

You hummed while closing your eyes, licking at your lips as you listened to him speak more. “You sound smooth and decadent Bryce, like a slice of pie.” Bryce let his hand slide to the back of your neck and massaged it lightly till he folded his fingers around it. 

“Is that so? How about this, what is it?” Pulling you forward, his teeth were sharp against your lips, making you give a slight yelp, but you didn't fight against him. You wanted to crawl onto him, feeling overjoyed feeling him wrap around you. When he presses you back against the couch, you let him ride you back. His hand moves to grasp your cheek, and slapping it a bit when you seemed to get distracted by the pillows above your head. Oohing and Aahing at the colors. 

“Ow Bryce.” You pouted and he leaned down to put a bit of a kiss on your lips, pulling on your bottom one between the sharpness of his teeth. 

“You pay attention to me, you got it.” He let his tongue slide along yours while you whimpered slightly, trying to push his distracting shirt away from him. 

“Get rid of this, it's too much. It's so loud.” you whined at him, and he reared up to rip away his shirt, now your eyes widened at his chest, your hands pressing against the smooth skin, tracing his pecs and down to his abs, your mouth in an ‘O’ at the feeling of him. 

Bryce slapped your hands away and fell down over you. This time his touch wasn’t gentle. He dug his fingers into your chin, nails biting under your jaw as he crashed his lips to yours, his tongue forcing past your closed lips, making you open up to him. His tongue plunged deep, leaving no space between the two of you anymore. 

Bryce’s hungry groans filled your senses, his teeth crashed against your own, and he took what was his. He wouldn't be able to forget your panicked moans shifting into something needier. You wanted to remember this as well, your trip had you experiencing Bryce in a whole new way. You ended up clutching at his back, pressing his weight into you while your tongue traced over slick teeth and around his tongue. Frenzied bites and puffs of air when you two split. 

“Fuck, look at you.” Bryce breathed against your lips as you wriggled and whined at him. “All fucking needy as whining, just about to cry.” You nodded, and a few tears slid down your cheeks, which Bryce ran his tongue over your cheek, hissing against your temple. “So fucking weak, I can just do whatever I want. Those other girls always fought me. Not you though. Naw, you like this don’t you.” He laughed and you giggled with him, simply because you were so far gone now. 

Bryce wouldn’t be able forget the way you arched up, pressing your lips to his neck. “Kiss me again Bryce.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the vial once more, and took out the dropper. 

“Tongue out and I will.” This time you didn't even hesitate to stick your tongue out for more of the drug. Once it coated your tongue again, your high spiked again and you became pliant in Bryces hands, to use you as he wanted. He was able to justify it all easily, you had asked for it. 

#bryce langley #amber answers #amber writes #sweater writes #bryce langley x reader

[secret-engima]

Ever since you mentioned Ace and Nox meeting I literally cannot stop thinking about it because Ace would just. Be so confused about Nox existing. (Also I'm just seeing Tredd or Luche introducing Nox to Ace's cooking)

OHHHH OH YES THAT. I’ve been meaning to do something with that *rolls up sleeves* HERE WE GO THEN:

IN CANON, Noctis has something of a …. Talent for either stumbling into other dimensions of meeting them (the hiso hiso and the miqo’te lady side quests, as well as Dissidia NT if you wanna count that which I DO) and Ace has something of a penchant for running to trouble because honestly the Astrals need entertainment from somewhere and apparently they don’t get cable or streaming in that blue Void of theirs. So the way I see it- either Nox accidentally goes to Ace’s universe for a few days, or Ace accidentally goes to Nox’s for a few days.

Because I love both ideas, I shall do both. This is gonna get Very Long™ (edit: It’s almost 3k words WHAT IN THE WORLD ME-).

Option One: In Which Nox Really Needs To Watch His Step More and Axis and Fem!Nyx Get Dragged Into Things.

-It starts when Nox trips. Seriously. That’s how it starts. Nox trips and Something Happens in the split second his best friend and his girlfriend/wife grab his arms to steady him and then- they’re falling. Like- seriously falling. Falling from 10+ stories up kinda falling and Axis is cursing the entire time Nyx grabs Axis and warps to the relative safety of one rooftop, expecting Nox to do the same. He does, but he misjudges the threshold of Impact Resistance that the roof he lands on holds (that or the Astrals are laughing at him again). It breaks under him and he topples down in a crash of magic and debris onto a slightly cushy landing of broken crates (hey better than concrete or solid ice) and … glass?

-Why are his clothes soaked with what looks but does not smell or feel like blood?

-He is just pondering this quandary (is this whiskey? It smells like whiskey did he just crash through the roof of a bar?) when the door to the storeroom in which he’s landed slams open and in rushes a very unhappy looking Galahdian with a very large knife and braids in a style he doesn’t recognize. The Galahdian stares at him with wide, vaguely disbelieving eyes, Nox barely refrains from summoning a knife of his own (he’s not a threat, he’s a Galahdian twice-over now and Axis insists that means no Galahdian in their right mind will try to hurt him without due provocation).

-(He really hopes accidentally falling through the ceiling and ruining who knows how much whiskey/wine/whatever doesn’t count as due provocation.)

-Thankfully, all the stranger does is slowly sheath his knife and look both exasperated and amused, “Care to explain what just happened?” He says and something inside Nox … jolts.

-Nox swears he hears the low whispers of thunder and magic in the man’s voice, buried as it is under a veil of humanity and normalcy. But surely that’s his imagination.

-Nox pries himself free of the rubble and ruined alcohol, inwardly mourning his no-doubt ruined clothes (they’d been so comfy too) and the stranger looks sympathetic as Nox futilely tries to wring a bit of the alcohol out of his sleeves as he answers, “I have … honestly no idea.” Because weird as his life is, even he usually doesn’t take a step forward, trip and somehow go from inside the Citadel to somewhere in the … he’s going to assume he’s in the Galahdian district because this is a bar with a Galahdian worker (owner?). The last time he blinked and went from one place to somewhere drastically different had been-.

-Dissidia. The Hiso Hiso.

-Astrals please no.

-Nox looks up and can hear the slight beg in his voice as he says, “Please tell me I’m still in Insomnia during the reign of King Regis Lucis Caelum.”

-The stranger’s eyebrows go up almost to his hairline (which is a fair reaction to his question) but answers, “….Yes?”

-Oh good. Now to figure out if he was in his Insomnia or some kind of parallel dimension because at this point he’s not very optimistic on his odds.

-He opens his mouth to make his excuses and get out of there when the stranger cuts him off with a bemused, “Need a new shirt? You can borrow one of mine.”

-He blinks, narrows his eyes in instinctive suspicion, “Why would you help me?”

-“You’re a kid,” points out the amused man, “and a Galahdian.”

-Nox refrains from pointing out that he’s nineteen and technically married, because a new shirt sounds nice and this is the one day he didn’t pack a spare outfit in his armiger. The man takes him to a different room of the definitely-a-bar and produces a spare shirt (short-sleeved unfortunately but Nox will take what he can get) from somewhere, which Nox takes gratefully. His pants are still a mess, but at least he doesn’t smell so strongly of whiskey. He’s thanks the man (who introduces himself simply as Ace) profusely and offers to try to pay for the damages (not like he can’t afford it with a prince’s allowance). Ace turns him down with a shake of his head, reaches out to lightly touch Nox’s elbow (the man hasn’t commented on the scars the t-shirt reveals, Nox is grateful for that too).

-The moment they make contact, the world turns blue and violet. Nox can feel the other man’s magic, pulsing under his skin like the tooth-shaking rumble of thunder and the flicker of lightning in the far distance, taste the ozone on his tongue and feel the jungle rains Nyx speaks of so fondly. Ace’s magic feels like the jungle and the wilds and yet also like the soft snows that settle over a battlefield after the bodies have cooled and Nox’s gaze snaps around in astonishment. He can’t stop himself from reaching out with his own magic in greeting-curiosity-shock toward this- this other Lucis Caelum (sibling? Is he in his home dimension or another’s? Is this man his brother or someone who was never born in Nox’s world?).

-(To Ace, the teen he’s just touched suddenly seems to burn like a star barely captured in flesh, his eyes glow red and Ace can taste blood on his tongue, feel it drip down his chest from the gaping sword wound he knows isn’t there. He can feel the teen’s magic, like crushing ocean depths and the broken, too-deep hush of old ruins. He can feel ash caking his skin like being back in the rubble of his home village. In the back of his mind he recoils, because soul is magic and magic is soul and this teenager’s is a blood-stained, centuries old battlefield).

-They both stare at each other for what feels like too long and not enough before Ace jerks his hand away like he’s been burned (maybe he has, Nox’s magic is still too much for his skin sometimes, still lashes out when he’s too startled to stop it). Ace cradles his hand and curls his magic so tight into his soul Nox can barely feel it (wouldn’t feel it if he didn’t already know it was there). “Well,” Ace manages after several more seconds of mutual staring, “I wasn’t … expecting that.”

-Nox blinks twice, feels realization settle in his bones, “You don’t want anyone else to know.” He can feel it in the way Ace is hiding himself, see it in the wary glint of silver eyes. He understands perfectly. He hid from Regis too for as long as he could.

-Ace laughs a little breathlessly, “You don’t?”

-Nox isn’t given a chance to answer, because that’s right when Nyx and Axis finally figure out where he is and how to get there without jumping through the hole he left in the bar roof.

-He can hear Axis flinging open the door to the bar and Nox is instantly grateful that it’s empty of everyone but him and Ace because his Shield almost bellows through the empty building, “Nox. Izunia. Lucis. Caelum. Arra. Ulric.” Nox hunches his shoulders, hears Ace sputter beside him in confusion at the ridiculous number of last names Axis used.

-“In here, Axis.”

-Axis and Nyx poke their heads in the back and Ace’s sputtering gets louder, then quiets as Axis storms over and slaps Nox across the back of his head and snarls, “What did you just do?”

-“Fell through the roof of a bar and made a new friend,” Nox snarks back past the sting in the back of his head, “Axis, Nyx, this is Ace, Ace, this is my friend and my wife, Axis Arra and Nyx Ulric.”

-Ace definitely makes a strangled, confused noise, silver eyes wide before he takes a deep breath, exhales slowly, and announces, “I’m getting everyone a drink. Go sit at the bar.”

-Ten minutes later, the bar’s sign reads “closed”, Ace has gotten everyone drinks and served up some kind of Galahdian dish too spicy to be healthy (but one Nox loves anyway, this guy is a great cook), and they’ve all concluded that Nox straight up tripped into a parallel dimension and dragged Axis and Nyx along with him. Because Ace is certain that he knows Axis Arra and Nyx Ulric and they should know him (he also gives Nyx several looks that are a mix of horrified, confused, and extremely amused, which Nox doesn’t get at all).

-Apparently, Ace is the result of Regis and a Galahdian woman having a night, no, he has not told anyone else, and yes, he really would like that to stay a secret. Nox has no qualms with that, Axis just smacks Nox over the head again because parallel dimension and Nyx stares maybe too intently at Ace’s braids.

-Because apparently braid meanings and symbols are a bit different in this dimension. Or something. And it’s confusing Nyx to no end.

-“So,” Axis sighs finally once his temper has been settled, “what do we do now?”

-Nox shrugs, “Don’t get killed, don’t make trouble, and wait for either one of our Astrals to come fix it or for it to wear off on its own. These things never usually last long.”

-Axis, Nyx, and Ace all stare at him before Nyx sighs into her hands, “Nox. Babe. Love of my life. Tell me you did not just imply that this is a normal thing for you.”

-“Well- I wouldn’t say normal but….” Axis turns to look Ace straight in the eye, without a word, Ace passes over something much stronger than before. Nox feels vaguely insulted. He’s not that bad is he?

-It takes three days and one very annoyed Shiva (apparently the Astrals of this universe barring Ramuh are jerks?) for the “Trip” to wear off, during which Nox, Axis, and Nyx all lie low at Ace’s place. And by “laying low” what Nox really means is stay well away from the Citadel and any potential Dad Confusion and get gawked at by the various glaives that visit Ace’s bar. There’s no hiding that Axis is from another dimension, though Nox takes care not to go by Lucis Caelum or Izunia around them, just Ulric (which, of course, gets him stared at even more than being an LC, though not as much as his Nyx gets stared at, because Nyx is a guy here and apparently seeing a female Nyx is breaking everyone’s brain. The Libertus of this world just about has a heart attack when he comes in and sees two Nyx’s of opposite sexes staring each other down with trouble-making grins).

-(Nox was the only one who didn’t choke on his drink when his Nyx cheerfully announced to all and sundry that her counterpart was hot and clearly anyone would be lucky to land a date with him. Axis dryly pointed out that it still counted as narcissism if you complemented your counterpart, Nyx just laughed and flopped onto Nox’s legs like she was queen and he was her throne, which made the male Nyx stare and Ace crack up laughing).

-Eventually though, the Trip wears off and they find themselves back in the Citadel with an adventure to tell and a bunch of Very Panicked Adults who want to know how they disappeared for a week and why (and a list of names to check because Nyx might never have met an Ace in her childhood, but that didn’t mean one might not exist and Nox is nothing but thorough about his family).

Option Two: In Which Ace Has A Very Strange Week

-Ace has gotten used to the fact that life (the Astrals) like to mess with him. It’s just- it’s a thing. It’s a thing he hates but there it is.

-But he’s still not used to the entire world glitching out around him like a video game, tripping on air and then landing not in his apartment where he was standing five seconds ago but on the marble floors of-

-The Citadel.

-Great.

-Ace scrambles to his feet, hoping against hope he can sneak out before whatever trouble is coming next can find him, only to hear someone order him to hold still and explain his arrival, look up and see-

-Nyx?

-No wait. This was a woman. A woman who could have been Nyx’s twin, but a woman.

-W h a t ?

-The woman appears to be of similar opinion, eyeing him in confusion before glancing at the other person in the room, “Friend of yours, Nox?”

-Magic swells over him as Ace turns to look at the “Nox” person and he has maybe five seconds to register the inhumanly old gaze and the angry claws of magic sinking into his skin before his own magic reacts against his will, shoves outward in a flicker of violet and ghostly royal arms. It’s not, creepily enough, enough to shake off the foreign magic, but it is enough to startle the Lucis Caelum he doesn’t recognize into backing down. Red eyes turn blue and blink at him while Ace struggles not to swear a blue streak at revealing himself in the Citadel, then the strange Lucis Caelum says, “Oh. You’re not from around here. Let me guess, the world glitched out, or you tripped on thin air, or something happened and now you’re not where you were a few seconds ago?”

-Ace decides he both does and doesn’t want to know how this guy knows that and stiffly nods. The teen (Nox? He was pretty sure this guy’s name was Nox) nodded back, looking far to calm for the situation, and turns to the Nyx look-alike, “Come on then. He can slum at your place until we sort this out.”

-The woman raises her eyebrows in a miffed expression that Ace … knows (oh no. Oh no-no-no this better not be what he thinks this is, his life is not a sci-fi show and this better not be that one episode those kinds of stupid dramas always throw in-), “I’m sorry, when did we agree on that?”

-“The alternative is to stand here and get caught and then explain to my father that no, he doesn’t actually have yet another illegitimate son running around. What’s your preference?��

-They go to the woman’s apartment.

-It’s Nyx’s apartment.

-Same address and nicknacks and everything. Just … missing all traces of Selena or Ace himself. There’s only a few traces of Lib and some scattered objects that clearly represent someone, but Ace doesn’t know who (he has a nasty suspicion its the teen in charge of this escape, the one with long black hair and strong magic and several braids that look a lot like Arra and Ulric braids but … off somehow).

-In the safety of the apartment that is Nyx’s but not, Nox introduces himself, then introduces the woman as … Nyx Ulric.

-Ace maybe gets weird looks from them when he gives into the urge to swear. Because really? REALLY? This is his life now.

-Nox gives him a sympathetic look and a pat on the shoulder and promises to have Shiva sort things out (then shrugs off the stares Nyx and Ace give him at the casual implication that he can boss around an Astral or three). Nyx shrugs and says Ace is free to take the couch, but only if he tells her stories about his world, once Nox and Ace convince her that yes Ace is from another world.

-Naturally, because fate hates Ace, the Libertus of this world walks in on them in the middle of their plotting. Libertus is even more skeptical about a “Lucis Caelum from another world” but Ace has pictures of him and Nyx and Lib and those plus his braids (which are similar but also not to the Galahdian braids they are used to) is enough to sway him.

-It takes a week for Nox and apparently the rest of this dimension’s Astrals to sort everything out (Nox comes back to the apartment at one point snarling about wanting to kick dragon tail and roast fish innards, Ace can relate), during which Libertus and Fem!Nyx alternate between tiptoeing around him and pestering for information (Nyx goes … very, very quiet when Ace asks about her Selena. Ace doesn’t ask again, and is grateful when Nyx lets herself be distracted with pictures of her counterpart)

-(“I’m hot,” she announces smugly, “Lib you owe me twenty gil.” To which Lib sputters, because apparently that bet had been made five years ago when drunk and could not be expected to be valid because really what are the chances of running into an alternate dimension Lucis Caelum that knows a male Nyx? Fem!Nyx gets her money anyway with a mischievous grin that makes Ace ache a little inside).

-Nox, who is far more entertaining to be around than Ace expected another Lucis Caelum to be, finally gets things sorted out and arranged for his return. Ace shows up at his proper apartment a week after tripping into another world and is instantly mobbed by a frantic Lib, Nyx, and Selena who do not believe him about parallel worlds until Ace whips out the photos and phone recordings he got.

-(“Huh,” Nyx breaches the silence after they’ve all seen the video other!Libertus took for him of Fem!Nyx and Nox kicking each other around a training ground, “I’m hot.” Ace laughs, Lib just groans and slaps Nyx on the back of the head because that’s not the issue here, Nyx.)

#SE asks #sparklecryptid asks #Nox verse #Secret Engima Rambles #Melodies and Manuscripts #royal bastards au #impromptu x-over #this was fun