#i'm just out here crying over this anime boy once again

[blackopals-world]

What Nurseries would the fem!AU(Yuus) build

(Look I have baby fever and I'm tired of fighting it)

Vet!FemYuu

Stuffed animals everywhere

Doesn't care if it's a boy or girl they aren't changing it.

Every book will be animal fables

Is praying for the baby to be a beastman but just wants a healthy baby.

Got a bunch of teething toys just in case the kid has their milk teeth come early.

Rainforest noise machine

Once the baby is a few months they are going everywhere in a sling.

The baby will meet all of Yuu's patients and will be constantly covered in fur and feathers.

If the baby becomes interested in fish like their aunt Yuu will cry. She won't let her win!

Marine Biologist!FemYuu

A bit chaotic in decoration

Let's Azul decorate it the first time and cried because it was beige like those weird rich people who only care about aesthetic but have no real sense of style. Like, no color? Babies need color!

Yuu cries while explaining (it's the hormones)

She hates beige

Azul wouldn't argue with a pregnant woman

She wants sushi but doesn't know if she can have it if the baby is half mer.

They installed a tank in the room just encase the baby is a mer

The tweels are banned from holding the baby until the kid can sit up on their own.

Took the baby to swim classes to awaken their natural instincts to swim like all babies even especially fishy babies.

Chef!femYuu

Red and gold for good luck and prosperity.

Pandas for peace and protection.

She wanted everything to be traditional but knows how demanding it will be.

No hot foods, no crab, no lamb, mutton, no sushi, no soft cheese, no soft serve ice cream.

She's dying.

After the baby is born a feast of pig trotters, eggs, cakes, chicken and gelatinous rice is served. She will dye the eggs red.

The baby will get an anti-usog bracelet at birth

She is superstitious so no one will see the baby's clothes before birth.

Noble!FemYuu

Too much? Yeah.

Unfortunately, she insisted due to family tradition. Every child must use this crib first.

The baby has a different crib in every room so it doesn't matter.

Everyone needs to know how precious this baby is. The need to see this crib from space.

More silk! More pillows! More toys! More!More! More!

This baby will have like five names.

This baby will be lorded over the masses as the perfect example of a baby.

Portraits will be painted of this baby that will one day be hung in great halls and later art galleries.

Yuu is way too excited and honestly, even the baby is fed up.

She trying her best.

Special Forces!femYuu

We all know who the father is.

Yep, Rook designed this room

Doesn't matter if it's a boy or girl either.

Yuu was way too tired to stop him and she didn't even try to stop him.

Rook really wants a girl and will try again if it doesn't happen. (he was going to try again anyways)

You'd think he was giving birth with the effort he put in.

Yuu would make him do it if she could. But alas.

The couple was using their pet bunnies as pseudo babies while prepping for the pregnancy. They bunnies weren't happy except for one.

Pistolet the weirdo. Rook's favorite and the dumb one. He was also the future baby's best friend.

Yuu is an iron woman honestly, she shows no pregnancy symptoms while Rook has sympathy pregnancy symptoms.

They eat shaved ice and watch war movies together. Couple goals.

Gardener!FemYuu

A little English cottage nursery

Very whimsical

The baby isn't actually going to use a crib until they are whined because Yuu insisted on co-sleeping despite what the doctor said.(don't do this)

Yuu wanted to deliver the same way as her mother and her mother's mother. In field, by themselves, while harvesting the crops. Have that sucker out in an hour, swaddle it, and back to work.

That didn't happen. They went to a hospital and iron woman over here was put on extended bed rest after giving birth to a big ass baby. Beautiful too.

(???)!Fem?Yuu

They can have kids??

By who?

How?

I mean it's nice but I'm still confused?

Good for them?

You sure that baby isn't a cryptid? That thing has a lot of hair. Looks like that girl from "The Ring". That's alot of hair.

Well, good luck with your hairy baby.

#vet!yuu #marine biologist!yuu #chef!yuu #special forces!yuu #noble!yuu #(???)!yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland yuu #rook hunt x reader #twisted wonderland rook #rook hunt #twst rook #twisted wonderland azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #twisted wonderland azul #azul ashengrotto #tweels #jade leech #floyd leech #twisted wonderland leona #twst leona #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #gardener!yuu

[anystalker707]

Giving him silent treatment

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender neutral] Reader Words: ~ 1 400 Summary: You end up giving Sanji a silence treatment after the latest events. Tags: Sanji is very boyfriend / But also very dramatic / Just a little lack of communication

Requested by anon

A/N: i feel. nervous about this. ooc, maybe?

• Sanji will notice it right away that you're a little different with him, not glancing at him whenever he is around nor making a comment about how his good dish tastes

• You even decide to go with Usopp, Luffy, Robin, Franky and Zoro when you stop at this new island instead of with Chopper, Nami and Sanji like the usual (Brook had stayed back to watch the ship

• You’re there watching Luffy get chased by a local animal while Franky and Usopp uselessly try to help him out—now you understand the reason they never get anything done—when you comment something about just helping them out at once

• At first, Zoro just hums in agreement as he was there along with Robin and you watching the three fools, but then he pauses and raises an eyebrow at you. "What are you doing here? Where is the shitty cook?"

• Your face twisted in a way Zoro decided not to ask any further

• You’re back at the ship and Sanji will ask where you were, met with no answer once again

• Maybe you're distracted? Busy with something else? So he will let you be for a while and later come by, more of testing the waters, asking you about what you were talking about with Robin or if stupid Marimo bothered you too much

• He will feel completely lost with you not answering and absolutely reduced to a shrimp size once you glare at him in a quiet acknowledgement of his presence because he needs to know you're aware of him and just not answering on purpose, otherwise he'd just be convinced you're distracted again

• Absolutely devastated. Will enter in collapse mode and go over every single little thing that he did because he can't handle (y/n)—his beloved (y/n)—stopping loving him under any circumstances, even more for something he may have done without conscience. He won't be able to live a single day without you giving him attention, he might as well die if you're never going to talk with him again—his mind does escalate that quickly

• Will be found obsession cooking for the next couple of hours because cooking helps him think and Luffy doesn't see any problem with it

• Later, he comes to you with your favorite dish and that lost puppy face when you're sitting at a table on Sunny's deck

• ...It’s hard to resist to it, but it's for the best, so you just send him a look before returning your attention to the sea and wait until he walks away so you can eat the dish he leaves on the table

• Okay, Sanji will give you a while longer, still trying to make up with you until the end of the day, but the fact he doesn't get any good night kiss nor good morning hug starts to drive him crazy

• Baby boy will fucking cry. He cries the same way he did when you were captured by Crocodile and then again by Enel, with this angst heavy in his chest with the sensation he will never again have you cuddling him to sleep or kiss your cheek when you sit on his lap or even receive an adoring look from you because he's just that insecure with finally getting a partner after many failed attempts

"(Y/n)?" You looked to the side to see Nami standing there; you were sitting at the same place as the previous day, messing with a book you fixed on the last island. She furrowed her eyebrows a little, scratching the back of her head. "Is everything alright?"

"...I would say so, kind of, why?"

"Well, you and Sanji seem a little... off, y'know." Nami pulled the other chair back to have a seat. "You weren't buying spices with him yesterday, he seemed pretty lost. Also, he is crying."

"He's what?" Your eyes widened at how she'd dropped the bomb with such casualty and no more explanation.

Nami nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. "Like, go talk with him! That's what I'm saying."

You cringed a little, sighing as you closed your book and leaned a little forward on the chair. Maybe giving him silent treatment wasn't the best way to deal with it in long-term; not only Nami had to approach the situation, but Sanji was fucking crying, also. Not that you weren't used to his dramatic behavior, but it was true it'd been a while since he last showed up and it usually wasn't a good sign if he was stuck in the galley like that.

"Take care." You slid your book to Nami with a sigh before you stood up and moved to go find Sanji.

The ingredients for whatever other dish Sanji was preparing received all the feelings he had supressed, being chopped quickly and with more force than needed while Sanji cried alone in the galley. You sighed at the sight, rolling your eyes half-heartedly before you closed the door behind yourself and approached him. Sanji looked over his shoulder and sniffled before he cried more.

"Hey, San, I—"

"I'm so sorry, my love, I don't know what I did, so maybe I'm not so worthy of your love anymore and..." He continued rambling without stopping chopping the vegetables.

You stood there for a moment, observing the mess he was in—you could ruin him just like that? Not like you wouldn't be desolated if you thought he happened to stop liking you, but knowing someone felt this way about you was quite different.

"Stop!" You grabbed him by the lapel of his blazer so he would finally stop what he was doing. "I never stopped loving you or anything, stop saying shit!"

Sanji blinked a couple of times and sniffled, looking at you. "Then what happened, mon amour? Every second without you feels like endless torture, I—"

"Sanji." You sighed, loosening your grip and playing a little with the fabric before you let your hands fall, fumbling with your thumbs at the lack of what to do under his confused gaze. "It's just that... You had..." Hell, it felt pathetic to say it out loud, to explain how your thoughts had twisted everything. "You promised me you would go with me to a clothing store as soon as we reached a new island, then you started making plans and didn't mention it. I thought you'd just not mention it to the others, but then asked Chopper and Nami to tag along as usual, and..." You paused to take a breath, swallowing dryly as your eyes followed along the buttons of his blazer. It would be shit if your voice started cracking and failing and got teary. "I got angry and frustrated, so I left because I didn't want to be rude to you because— because what if you didn't like me and everything I say doesn't matter? But then, what if you were just distracted and never noticed we had agreed on this little date thing? I didn't want to talk with you after that because what if I said the wrong thing? Did something I shouldn't just because I was angry and impulsive? I'm so sorry, I didn't want you to..." You sighed, shifting your weight, and motioned to him.

At first, Sanji didn’t know what to say, standing there with wide eyes. "No!" He mumbled, wrapping his arms around you to hug you close. "I didn't mean to make you feel like this! Didn't I tell you, my love?"

"Tell me what?"

Sanji blinked slowly as he looked at you then frowned, letting his gaze fall to the ground at the same moment his cheeks gained a red color—he didn’t really hug you anymore, more of just holding onto your sides with his hands balled into fists around your shirt. "I—I could swear I had told you to, um, wait until we got to a nicer island than the last one... There were many things to take care of, I could swear I had told you..." His eyes filled with tears again, and you hummed understandingly, wrapping your hands around his shoulders to hug him close and press a kiss to his head. "I—I didn’t want to m—make you feel that way—"

"Oh, no," you sighed as you cleaned his face, mentally cursing yourself. "No, c'mon, no need to sacrifice yourself at this, pretty boy, it happens!"

"But—"

The way you glared at him had Sanji falling quiet with a pout, making you grin before you pecked his lips in return.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

#one piece x reader #one piece #sanji vinsmoke #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #gender neutral #imagine #oneshot #fan fic #fan fiction #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #usopp #nico robin #nami #brook #franky #tony tony chopper #queue

[literallyjusttoa]

My top 7 Apollo exes from Ancient Greece

DISCLAIMER: Though I have done a lot of research of mythology for this, it is based off of the riordanverse version of Apollo. I won't be acknowledging any awful implications in versions of these myths, not because I don't think they're important, but because it simply isn't a part of riordanverse Apollo's characterization in the books. Also I'm not going to mention Copollo. I love Copollo like the rest of you, but sadly that is a Rick Riordan exclusive, and also technically Commodus is an ex from Ancient Rome, not Ancient Greece :3

Ok with that out of the way lets talk obscure and non-obscure Apollo relationships

7. Apollo & Thyia

This one clocks in at number 7 because I love the idea behind it, but it is the most bare bones relationship myth wise. All we really know is Thyia is a priestess of Dionysus and she and Apollo maybe had a kid once. But like, the idea of Apollo dating his brother's priest? Hilarious, A+ stuff. Also, Thyia isn't just one of Dionysus' priests, she is THE priest of Dionysus. She runs his temple in central greece, is thought to have offered the first sacrifice to him, and might have been the first Maenad? Either way this relationship must have been insane. Also she's a nymph so she's definitely still kicking out there, would love for these two to meet again.

6. Apollo & Hyacinthus

Ok ok I know what y'all are thinking. Number 6?? This is like Apollo's number 1 most tragic relationship of all time!!! And yes as an angst lover I do enjoy the pain this relationship brings our boy, but I just feel like there's not many places to go with this relationship besides what we already have. Like Apollo and Hyacinthus were kind of the perfect couple. Which, like, great for them, but it doesn't give me much space to add anything? I guess, great ship, no notes.

5. Apollo & Hypermnestra (& Oikles)

Ok, half the reason this is here is because her name is Hypermnestra. Slay. But also this is a great place to bring up my favorite little headcanon. In a lot of Apollo's relationships, there will be a child, and myths will have different versions with different fathers. Some say it's Apollo, while other's say it's whoever he dated's husband. In this case, myths disagree on whether Amphiaraus was Apollo's son or the son of Hypermnestra's husband, king Oikles (Oikles??? I love these names). The implication here is infidelity, but I disagree. No, I think every time there's confusion over who parentage it's because Apollo was dating both the woman he's said to be with and her husband, and therefore no one knows who ended up, y'know, fathering the child. Anyways Apollo dated both Hypermnestra and Oikles and you can't convince me otherwise.

4. Apollo & Branchus

I like this relationship because in my mind, I always thought it was Apollo's first. In one version of their myth, it is said that Apollo met Branchus after leaving Delos as a dolphin, which I always thought implied this was soon after he established Delphi, which was really early on. Idk something about a young Apollo accidentally revealing his godliness to this boy he really likes is just so sweet to me. And he makes Branchus into a prophet, which is so cool! These two are cutie-patooties is what I'm saying.

3. Apollo & Kyparissos

C'mon, the man died of grief because his deer died. Throughout ToA we learn that deep down Apollo is a mushy ball of emotions and compassion, and that convinced me that these two spent 75% of their relationship crying over baby animals and pretty people. I love the idea of Apollo dating someone who's honestly just as much of a loser as he is. And while it is sad that Kyparissos is another lover Apollo had to turn into a plant, I have to emphasize again that he died of heartbreak, because his pet deer died.

2. Apollo & Cyrene

Listen, these two are boss bitches and you cannot convince me otherwise. In the same way I like Kyparissos bc I feel like he and Apollo are so similar, I like Cyrene bc I feel like, in a lot of ways, these two are very different. Like, don't get me wrong, Apollo can be strong and wild when he wants to be, but Cyrene wrestles lions. I like to think the time these two spent together really helped each of them grow in their own way, which makes for a really fun and interesting relationship. Also, just like Thyia, Cyrene is sometimes referred to as a nymph, so she could still be out there!

1. Apollo & Admetus

The more I think about these two, the more I love them. Admetus meeting Apollo at his lowest and helping him through it. Apollo falling head over heels as a result and doing everything in his power to repay the man. The two of them still holding such strong affection for each other even decades after the time they had together, to the point that Apollo would mess with fate to extend Admetus' life. Apollo's life is full of turmoil, and this period of it was probably the worst, but despite that, his relationship with Admetus seems so steady. The other gods are said to be embarrassed of Apollo's love of Admetus, and I think it's because Apollo loved him in a way that went directly against the values of the gods. Apollo and Admetus' relationship was defined by service and care, filled with selfless intent and genuine love. While many gods give their lovers gifts and special favors, the idea of actually going into servitude for someone you love is as ungodly as you can get. Apollo spent time with Admetus, and he wasn't possessive of him, helping him to find a wife after their time together was through. I think this relationship is a great example of how Apollo, even in his lowest moments, is a genuine and caring person, and how that often separates him from the rest of his family. Also these two are just cute and they both love cows and they're cows in love.

#trials of apollo #toa apollo #lester papadopoulos #sunny speaks #long post #this idea hit me out of nowhere and I had to do it #shut up sunny #lmk if I convinced yall to ship anything because some of these pairing have given me brainrot

[sugar-omi]

Ello! Could you do Mornings with Cove, Derek, and Baxter? Fem! MC, plz!

the boys are so sappy n in love w you/mc it's SICK also does anyone else have trouble keeping their bonnet/scarf on bc i don't even bother anymore, n i alrdy tried the hair pins. it worked once n then never again i sleep like a wild animal istg ANYWAY!! enjoy anon! i'm so sorry it took so long<333

tags : Fluff, fem/afab reader (use of girl, ma'am, wife), multiple choice dialogue, every scenario has different tags bc it's easier for me that way👍, newly established relationship (derek/baxter), marrying cove

[scenarios in order of cove>baxter>derek]

synopsis : how you spend your mornings with the boys

tags : step 3 / in between step 3-4, you proposed to cove at the end of summer, eloping, moving in together

you're slow to wake up, rolling over and taking all the sheets with you.

you huff and try to untangle the sheets from under body and around your leg... once you're comfortable enough you pull your dangling pillow back onto the bed.

you reach over for cove, wanting to be close to your new husband.

"cove?" you finally open your eyes and search around the room. it's empty. well, save for the boxes and the new mattress on the middle of the floor where you slept together last night.

before you can call out again you hear some clinking and the sound of a sink running.

begrudgingly, you leave your nest of blankets in search of cove. it was worthless to stay in bed if he wasn't there.

first though you should wash up a bit, moving all those boxes had you so tired and you slept good.

you creep up behind cove, you already know he's heard you, but between the sizzling of the pan and the messy playlist terry oh so graciously made for you two.

determining there's not danger of one of you getting hurt by the hot pan in the case cove flinches, you wrap your arms around cove.

"oh-!" cove tenses up, putting a hand on your arm.

he laughs when you mumble "good morning" into his back, still sleepy and you almost fall asleep with your head leaned against him. cove is so comforting...

"don't fall asleep back there, i'm almost done cooking." cove's voice rumbles through you, disrupting your nodding head.

"mhm..." you slink over to the couch. it's crooked and in the middle of the room, all but thrown haphazardly in the room by the movers.

you blink, watching the trees sway and cars zoom by.

you're not in the heart of the city, but you're certainly not out in the middle of nearly nowhere like sunset bird.

"here ya go." the plate comes into view, startling you from your daydream.

you mumble your thanks, suddenly realizing how hungry you are. the meal is simple enough and made from whatever snacks and foods you took from your parents' house that are signaturely yours, but there's toast on the side and that's all that matters.

you eat in silence, propping up your computer on some boxes and watching a video, and after you're done eating, you continue down the funny animal rabbit hole.

"this is nice." you say suddenly, whispered almost.

"hey, that's my line." cove teases and you two share lazy wolfish grins. "no~, your line is saying that i'm nice." you correct, proving your innocence.

"so i'm not nice?" cove lays out a trap and you willingly fall into it.

"you are nice, very nice." you lean in to steal a peck, to which cove takes more. when you pull away, you can't help but laugh about it, it's cute how cove always wants more affection from you.

"i'm just saying, it's nice to be with you like this." you flush, suddenly aware of how embarrassing this is to admit. "y'know, being married and living together, 'n all that stuff..." you trail off, glancing off to the side as you let cove process what you said with a flustered face.

suddenly, his arms tighten around you and you look up to see him teary eyed.

"i'm happy too!"

you laugh, reaching up to wipe his tears away. "good."

cove sniffles, his voice thick from crying but also from affection. "i really liked waking up to you today, it was.. nice."

cove's blush must have been contagious because you felt your own face get hot. "i can't say the same since you were missing, but it was nice sleeping together. and we get to do it everyday and every night."

cove laugh, looking off to the side from being embarrassed at your admissions. "sorry, i was just so happy i wanted to surprise you in bed, but you got up before i could get back."

you smile, curling your fingers in his hair. "well, we got our whole lives for that."

you could practically see the hearts popping off cove, "will you wait for me to bring you breakfast tomorrow?"

you laugh, "sure cove."

cove puffs up, happy with every second that goes by. "what do you want to eat? we can go out shopping today. i really want to try this new flavor of juice i saw a few days ago, it's strawberry something..." cove rambles and you let him go on, agreeing and adding onto the verbal list.

eventually, cove pulls out his phone to write this down and you whisper, full of tenderness. "we're being domestic again, but it's for real this time since we're living together."

cove squeaks, unable to hide his face since his hands are holding his phone tight, trying not to drop it on you. "w-we are, aren't we?" cove laugh, happy again.

"thank you for agreeing to marry me."

cove blinks at you, surprised before he laughs. "you're doing it again."

"what?!" you sit up, grinning even though you're taking up a stance. "you've said that twice, what's that supposed to mean!"

cove shrugs, leaving you hanging. he hooks his arms around your neck, eyes full of love. "as if i'd ever say no, i mean.. i never really thought about getting married, but... well, i wouldn't marry anyone else."

you blink away tears, leaning down to capture cove in a kiss.

he hums happily, letting you slide your hand up his shirt when you get lost in each others lips before you pull away.

"let's elope."

"wh-what?!" cove scrambles, forcing you to sit up but he can't go anywhere with you on top of his lap.

"elope, let's get eloped." you repeat, suddenly embarrassed.

cove coughs, "right now?!"

you nod before you back track, "i mean.. unless you don't want to! i can wait, i'm just so happy that it came out..."

it's silent for a moment, and cove is trying to get his temperature down before he explodes..

"let's do it."

you snap your neck to look at him, "huh?"

cove is flustered and sweating a bit "let's elope.." he finally looks at you instead of his hands. "i can't wait either, and i mean.. we're going to be husband and wife anyway so, why not..?"

you grin, "okay! um- i'll get ready then." you stop, realizing there's some things that should be done before hand, "oh, maybe we should call our parents?"

cove nods, giving a strained smile. "they're gonna tease us again.."

you take his hand, "thats okay. we'll suffer together." cove pushes your shoulder with his and rolls his eyes.

"yeah, you're right. we got this."

tags : (after) step 4, multiple dialogue choice for poc readers/readers w different hair length/upkeep

you stir, your dream disturbed by someone shuffling and squirming and a hand on your cheek.

slowly letting your dream go, regrettably since it was just getting interesting, and blink sleepily at the mess of black hair beside you.

you groan, turning your head to hide it in the pillow.

"why are you up? it's not even 11 yet..." you grumble, slipping baxter's phone back under the pillow. it must've ended up there somehow after you two fell asleep in the middle of your youtube binge, and until you're ready to get up it'll stay there.

"just admiring you."

you smile, peeking at him. "no way, you're jus' saying stuff."

baxter looks so tender, his hand moving from your cheek to hold your hand. "i'm serious. you're the prettiest girl in the world."

a coy, wolfish smile comes on his face, "even if-

-your hair is sticking up on one side." you fly upright, covering your hair with your hands.

-your hair is kinda sticking up." you fly upright, snatching up your bonnet/scarf that came off in the middle of the night and fixing it.

-you drool in your sleep." you jump, rubbing your mouth to wipe away the tacky spit.

you huff as baxter chuckles away, "sorry i- ack!"

you slap baxter with the pillow, throwing the sheets away and running to the bathroom to wash up. "laugh it up! you're worse than me, y'know?"

baxter finally sits up, showing you his own messy hair do. it's flat on one side. you stifle a cackle.

he gazes at you softly, sleep and love softening his features. "i'm pas' that."

you don't bother closing the bathroom door, knowing baxter is slow on your tail. "you put salt in your coffee yesterday. are ya sure about that?"

you turn on the shower, letting the water warm up while you brush your teeth.

baxter finally comes behind you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek.

you hum, pleased.

baxter gazes at you through the mirror, addressing you through it. "i love you."

you feel warm, your heart skipping and beating fast at the overwhelming affection from him today. "i love you too."

baxter kisses your cheek, looking up at you through his eyelashes. "so, can i join your shower?"

"only if you behave, pepe-le-pew." you pinch baxter's cheek, grinning at how he scrunches up his face.

while you get ready for the shower, making the water warm enough for the both of you.

usually you take hot showers, but last time baxter turned red so lukewarm would have to do.

usually you take cold showers, but baxter just shook in the corner of the shower before he jumped under some hot water to warm up.

you two take showers together often, this was good bonding time for you two.

"wash my hair for me?" baxter asks, sliding up behind you.

"sure." you switch spots so baxter can get his hair wet. it's a tight fit since this shower isn't meant for two, but you make it work. it was better than the bathtub anyway, that was its own problem...

baxter sits on the stool, something you finally put in since it was straining, having to bend down every time.

"don't get shampoo in my mouth again." baxter cackles, trying not to laugh as you massage the shampoo in his hair.

"that was an accident!" you defend, "and it was your fault! you wouldn't stop laughing and talking while i was washing your hair out!"

"is that so?" baxter's suave voice echos throughout the bathroom. the sound makes you shiver.

"yeah 'that's so'! you play around too much!" you laugh and mock. "now stop talking, i'm gonna wash it out."

baxter willingly shuts his mouth, letting you tip his head back and detach the shower head to wash the shampoo out.

this gives you a good view of his face. truthfully, there are not many times when baxter is quiet, witty and flirty words always coming from his mouth, and his face is always lined with a lazy lopsided smile.

so seeing him like this, with his face relaxed and his shoulders sagging as he lets you work your hands through his hair.

"you can open your eyes now." you wipe baxter's face with your hand to get the water off his face, pushing his hair back.

baxter blinks, getting used to the change of light. he takes the shower head from your hands so he can hold your hand and he smiles, coy and mischievous. "hey there, beautiful, come here often?"

you roll your eyes, ignoring the flush coming over you. "shut up."

baxter laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your stomach, watching you.

"what're you looking at?" you feel so flustered from baxter being so soft and tender this morning.

"you." baxter intertwines your fingers. "you're the prettiest girl in the world."

you crumble, leaning over him. "can't you just say 'i love you' like a normal person.."

baxter smiles his signature lopsided grin, "nope." he says, popping the 'p'.

you two sit for a moment in silence, wrapped up in each other.

"i love you too. even though you're silly." you mumble, moving to grab baxter's face.

"i think you're helping me to look silly," he tries to smile but you're squishing his cheeks. "i love you more though."

"as if." you lean down to kiss his forehead, then his nose, which if he could, there'd be a happy tail swinging behind him. before you finally meet his lips, letting him take more than you were going to give.

"okay bax," you laugh, pushing his shoulders. "enough kisses, the waters getting cold."

his loopy, lovesick grin turns wolfish, "i'll warm you up."

baxter starts to trail his hands along your hips, going from sensual to playful as he starts tickling your sides.

you squeal, holding onto his wrists. "stop it!" you squirm, laughter echoing throughout the shower..

tags : (after) step 4, clingy derek, reader can cook, Encanto movie mentioned (that movie SLAPPED), reader gives derek a massage

it would be a meriacle you woke up before derek if it wasn't already coming up to 2pm.

you don't usually get up this late, but you and Derek had been up having fun and watching the sunrise just for the hell of it, that it ended up happening.

you yawn and stretch, looking at the expanse of derek's muscled back as you consider if kts worth getting up or not.

'mm, i could make him breakfast..'

now that was an idea. finally setting that as your goal, you throw off the sheets and manage to creep out the room as quietly and as quickly as possible.

you may not be the next gordon ramsay, but you at least knew your way around the kitchen. so once scrounging up some eggs and vegetables, you set onto making an omelet.

which... is harder than it looks. and the first one isn't instgram worthy for sure. looks like you'll be taking that one...

you start humming to the music you have playing quietly, swaying from side to side in place as you expertly (at least in your opinion) shimmy the spatula under the omlete to flip it.

then, right as you give a small "aha!" at your success, a sleepy, gravelly call of your name comes from the hallway.

"y/n..? where are ya?"

you bristle, looking around the disordered kitchen panicked. "kitchen! don't come in!"

you curse, taking the pan off the stove and turning off the eye quickly as you slide into the hallway. you thank derek's sleepy movement since otherwise he would've found you out already if he wasn't ready to collapse where he stood.

he blinks, rubbing his eyes. "what's going on? you need help?"

you start pushing on his chest. "no! i can handle everything here, so just go to bed, and I'll be right there, okay?"

derek laughs, letting you push him back towards the bedroom, "i mean sure but what're you-"

"nope! no questions! just go back to bed and wait for me. if you come out before i'm ready, a punishment is in order!" you nag, crossing your arms as derek gets back into bed.

"kinky."

you huff and roll your eyes, trying not to show your amusement. being half asleep also turns off half of derek's filter..

you lean over, roughly tucking him in much to his delight. "now stay here." you kiss his head before you run off, shutting the door 3/4ths of the way before you throw it back open to glare at him.

"i mean it."

derek laughs, his eyes droopy again already. "yes ma'am."

you shut the door and skip down the hall, hurrying to fix the rest of your and derek's breakfast before the omletes get cold.

bustling around the kitchen, trying to keep things neat as you go, but the stack of dishes in the sink and fallen egg shell you quickly pick up says there was a disaster happening here.

in the end, though, you find the nicest plates derek has here and a food tray before you plate up the food with care, even cutting and peeling some fruit on the side to go with your choice of yogurt or oatmeal, before making your way to the bedroom, humming.

you're happy you got to do something nice for derek, even though it almost went up in ruins a few times. be it from derek almost walking in, the questionably shaped omelet, or almost getting orange juice in your eye when peeling.

you somehow balance the tray well enough to open the door, and before you can give a loud and playfully formal announcement that food is ready, you realize derek is asleep.

he looks so serene, arm stretched out on your side of the bed and the sunlight hitting his back nicely.

you smile, creeping up and sitting the tray down carefully. equally as careful, you ease yourself onto the bed, petting derek's hair as you debate waking him up or not.

you push his hair off his forehead. his hair feels and looks so different when it's not gelled up in his signature style, he still looks handsome like this though, maybe even more-so.

"mmm, tha' you y/n?" derek takes your hand out of his hair and into his, loosely holding your hand.

"yeah. i made you breakfast but if you're too tired we can eat later." you kiss his hand.

derek hums, a dopey smile coming on his face. "i could eat." derek sits up, stretching with a groan and slumping against the pillows, trying to wake himself up.

you present the tray, popping the legs and situation it between you two so you can eat as well.

"oh that's so sad, he just wants to eat with his family.." you fret, absent-mindedly playing with derek's hair.

derek hums, mumbling something.

you look down at him, thinking derek looks like an sleepy pup that thinks he's still a lap dog. derek is much bigger than when you guys were kids, something you still can't get used to some days.

"you falling asleep?" you push his hair back, showing derek's droopy eyes.

he squirms, still keeping his arms wrapped around your waist. "no.." derek yawns, burying his face into your stomach.

you laugh, tugging on little strands of derek's hair, that elicit a low, gravelly hum from him.

"okay, tell me if you want anything." you lean down, trying to kiss derek but the position just strains your neck and back.

derek looks up, peaking at you and smiling when he sees your pouty lips. he leans up, holding the back of your head as he gives you a few soft kisses that he can't help but smile through.

you smile back at him. "lay down with me.." derek purrs, his voice hoarse with sleep.

"i'm trying to watch the movie!" you laugh, derek already pulling you down the bed so you can lay with him.

"and you can watch it from my arms." derek snuggles into your neck, kissing the back of your neck which makes you shiver and laugh.

at some point near the end of the movie you ended up falling asleep, much to your disappointment.

you smack your lips, "dang it..." you fumble for the remote in the sheets, finding it at the end of the bed, only saved by the foot board.

while you start rewinding the movie, derek walks back in.

you perk up, scooting towards the edge of the bed. "derek!" your voice is thick with sleep and your head feels cloudy still from dreamland but seeing derek makes you feel a bit excited.

"you're awake." derek comes to your side, rubbing the towel over his head. you hum, "did you fall asleep too?" you prop yourself on your knees to help derek dry off, "i slept through the ending..." you pout.

derek laughs, "we can watch it together. do you think we can start over? i wasn't paying attention earlier..." derek admits sheepishly.

you nod, then realize derek probably didn't see you before he turned around so you said yes.

while derek looks for clothes you respond to lee's spam texts about something or other.

you're in the middle of typing out another response to respond to your cousins fangirling when derek groans and sighs.

derek slumps over, rubbing his neck.

"you okay, baby?"

derek startles a bit, turning to look at you sheepishly. "yeah, i'm fine."

you roll your eyes and send a quick "brb" text before throwing the phone somewhere on the bed. "no you're not. are you stiff? sore?"

derek comes closer to you, kneeling on the rug so he can hug your waist. "a bit.. guess i've been going to hard on arm day." you both laugh.

"yeah, i don't think those guns need to het any bigger." you laugh, curling your fingers in his hair. "oh! how about i give you a massage?"

derek looks at you with wide eyes, "you can do that?"

you shrug. "i'm not a professional, but it might help. do you want me to?" derek nods, a bit too enthusiastic, which makes him blush and clear his throat. "if you don't mind.."

you shake your head and push derek's shoulders so you can stand up, "not at all, wait here.."

it takes a moment to find the lotion, a con of having moved into a new place: everything is in an odd place.

you don't keep any oil or anything like that that would be more appropriate, so this would have to do.

derek is a bit awkward at first, but once you put on some music for yourself so you can focus, derek starts watching the animal tiktok's your friends were spamming in the group chat, occasionally apologizing for his laughter making your body bounce.

you're happy and share a few laughs and idle conversations between the two of you. you don't really know what you're doing, and mostly following a few tips from online.

derek sighs, sinking into the mattress. "that's good..."

your hands smooth over his back, spreading the lotion down to the small of his back and kneading a bit.

satisfied now that derek looks relaxed and you've done the best you can to make your lover feel better, you lean over to kiss the back of his neck. "there you go, baby."

derek hums, and you move around to lay beside him. "thank you. i feel so much better." derek nuzzles into your neck, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in.

you laugh at derek's clinginess, wrapping your arms around his back as well. "i'm glad, i wasn't really sure what i was doing."

derek starts peppering kisses all over your face, both of you smiling and laughing.

eventually, derek pulls away, having flipped you over and is gazing down at you, his eyes full of love and are a bit glassy. "thanks for taking care of me today. you're amazing..."

you reach up to cup his cheeks, "you're worth it, you need to be taken care of."

derek laughs, tears gathering on his lashes. he tucks his face into your neck, completely wrapping his body around your own. "i love you so much."

you brighten, surprised but happy with derek's declaration. that's the first time either of you have said the L-word.

"i love you too, derek."

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[misc-obeyme]

For kinktober, maybe Leviathan and dacryphilia? I want to make that boy SOB-

So excited for this! I always love your work

Hello, anon! And thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying my writing! <3

Okay, hopefully I didn't go overboard with how much Levi is crying, but you said you want to make him sob, so here we are lol. I very much believe that it's praise that will make Levi cry every time. Is that based on personal experience? No absolutely not. I just want to praise him until the end of time, that's all.

Anyway, I'm hoping this turned out okay!

Thanks for submitting a prompt!

KINKTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Leviathan

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: dacryphilia, penetration (reader receiving), pet name (for Levi, also I almost never include pet names but it just felt right this time lol I'm sorry in advance)

It was a quiet day at the House of Lamentation. For once, you were almost alone in the house. Most of the brothers were out somewhere else. Lucifer was in his office working and Leviathan was with you, but otherwise the place was empty.

You had convinced Levi to leave his room long enough to come to your room because you wanted to watch anime with him while sitting comfortably on your bed. Levi was a blushing mess as you settled in beside him. It was clear he was trying not to react to the way you rested your head on his shoulder.

About halfway through the episode, you noticed that Levi was squirming quite a bit beside you. It wasn't like him to get distracted while watching anime, so you turned your head to look at his face.

You weren't surprised to see his blush, but he also wasn't even looking at the screen. You felt around for the remote, finding it under your fingers before pausing the show.

Levi blinked. "Huh? Why did you pause it?"

"You aren't even watching," you said, sitting up to look at him more directly.

Levi rubbed at the back of his head, his eyes on the ceiling. "Of course I was! The librarian was about to take off her glasses and reveal her beauty!"

This was proof of nothing because it was obvious that was about to happen next. Any otaku worth his salt would've been able to tell you that, even if he hadn't been paying attention. You squinted at Levi, trying to figure out what was really going on.

Your eyes traveled down from his face and that was when you finally figured it out. The bulge in Levi's pants was so obvious, you weren't sure how you didn't notice it earlier. You smirked.

"Oh," you said. "I see what the problem is."

"Y-you do?" Levi practically squeaked, still unable to look at you.

You leaned forward and put a hand on his bulge. "Why don't we take care of this so that you can focus on the show, hmm?"

Levi whimpered. "I'm so sorry, MC!" he burst out. "I'm just a gross otaku and I'm not even good at that! How could I lose focus like this during such an important episode! You don't have to do anything. Just let me go back to my own room in shame."

He was about to scramble off your bed, but you put your hands on his shoulders, pushing him back down. You straddled his hips before he could try to get away again.

"Absolutely not," you said, looking down at him. You put your fingertips on his lips. "You aren't gross, Levi. Right now? All I want to do is ride you."

Levi stared at you, seemingly at a loss for words. "Y-you want to…?"

You brushed some of his hair back and out of his eyes. "Don't you get it? I think you're beautiful. You're perfect."

The tears that filled Levi's eyes surprised you. He took in a shaky breath and closed them, causing the tears to spill over and run down his cheeks.

"No, no, baby," you said, leaning down to kiss the tears off his skin. "If you're going to cry it's because I'm making you feel good, got it?"

Levi couldn't even formulate a response. You had to take control, moving enough to pull down his pants and freeing his cock. It was still hard, even leaking, and you pumped it a few times with your hand. You were rewarded with a throaty moan, slightly tinged with the thickness of Levi's tears.

You moved enough of your own clothing to allow you to position yourself to take him in.

You paused, hands on Levi's shoulders, and looked into his eyes. They were still wet and he looked up at you as though he couldn't believe you were even real. You smiled and maintained eye contact with him while you lowered yourself down on his cock.

You weren't able to keep your eyes on him for long because they rolled back as you went all the way down, feeling the tip hit that perfect spot inside you. You moaned and Levi whimpered.

Levi's hands went to your hips, resting there almost hesitantly. You began to move and you weren't gentle. You already couldn't get enough of his cock, bouncing quickly in his lap. Levi's hands gripped harder as you did this, like he couldn't help it.

"MC, MC," he moaned out your name. When you looked at him again, you saw the tears had returned. They were trailing down his cheeks.

You put your hands on either side of his face. "These better be tears of pleasure," you said between your heavy breaths.

Levi only nodded, unable to speak. His eyes were closed now, tears continuing to seep out of them, running into your fingers.

You increased the pace, chasing that high you could feel yourself so close to. The build up and the tension filling you, as you felt Levi begin to thrust up into you, his cock hitting you so perfectly, his tears damp against your skin.

Levi cried out as he came, voice still thick with tears, and the sound of it pushed you over the edge. You clamped down on his shoulders as you felt your mingled liquids dripping down your legs.

You rested your forehead against his, gently wiping away all of his tears. "Hush now," you said. "You were amazing, Levi."

Later you would be able to finish watching the episode you had paused. But Levi insisted on keeping his head in your lap the whole time, seemingly unable to look at you. He was embarrassed about crying so much, no matter how you reassured him. You made a mental note that complimenting Levi a lot was the way to turn on the waterworks.

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[butternutsquashthesenutz]

RWRB hcs probably pt. 1-

•After they get married everyone (mostly June and Nora) started calling Alex princess. Like, "shut up, princess"

•Henry has read MANY fanfics and written several of his own. This includes a secret five chapter story about him and Alex that stays hidden in the depths of his computer

•I know Taylor Swift is a controversial topic in this fandom, but you cannot tell me Henry "queer historian, writer, and dramatic gay boy" would not jam out to and cry over ts songs alone in his room

•David loves cuddling with Alex, and Henry calls him a traitor, but really he finds it adorable

•Alex has definitely brought some feral animal home that he found on the street hoping to save it and raise it as a pet, and then Henry made him give it to the shelter and he cried all night

•June and Nora get a cat. That's it. They're just cat moms

•When Pez, June, and Nora are all in the same place, they are most likely gonna sleep together

•Phillip gets better and he and Henry are able to work on mending their relationship after Mary dies and neither of them have to deal with her manipulation and abuse

•Alex posts lots of thirst traps, and Henry dies every time

•Alex calls Henry lots of pet names I'm Spanish, and also just in general talks to him a lot in Spanish. Henry has very low understanding of what Alex is saying for the first couple years, but he still melts

•Henry eventually tries to learn Spanish and after a while he can carry a conversation. Oscar often makes fun of his pronunciation though

•Alex is an apple user Henry is an android user. They argue about it often

•Alex's shit got rocked when Hamilton came out. He saw it 10 times

•They continue to have a New Year's party for several years after Ellen leaves office.

•They have a daughter and a son, the son is Henry and June's biologically, and the daughter's Alex and Bea's biologically. Both are referred to as aunt though. Also they used IVF not sex, just to be clear.

•When Alex turns 35, a petition is spread around social media trying to get him to run for president. It gets double the needed signatures, but he doesn't end up running.

•Alex usually tops, but not always. Henry is usually more dominant though.

•I know in cannon Bea gets married to someone (presumably a man) but I hc that she's also gay and meets a girl whose picking her friend up from and na meeting. (Idk, I have a whole story set out for Bea's love life)

•Not really a hc, but Henry has def ridden Alex while wearing a cowboy hat

•Pez always buys the children of the super six super lavish and expensive gifts when ever he visits, and becomes the favorite of the aunts and uncles

•After their first fight once married, Alex has a huge panic attack thinking they won't make it together, but Henry calms him down and it doesn't happen again

•Zhara and Shaan have a daughter who is the scariest little girl in the world. Alex is legitimately scared to get on her bad side.

•David has his own insta account and he has many photos in little outfits

•Henry and Alex write letters to each other every time one of them has to go somewhere for work, just for old times sake

•Henry's first novel absolutely kills all the queer teens, and is basically that universe's RWRB

•Alex often steals Henry's Jaffa cakes and won't ever admit it. Henry knows, and he finds it adorable

•Ever so often Alex will get super into some new topic and do loads of research, and write essays or make presentations on it and then share it with Henry so he can teach him everything he now knows.

•Lowkey canon, but Henry's a Maurauders era fan

•He's also a Tumblr girly and has had a secret blog for years

•The super six do slideshow nights, here's an example of one of those nights: Henry: People from History You Didn't Know Where Queer, Nora: The Statistical Likelihood of Each of Us Releasing a Rap Album, Pez: Rating Everyone's Exes, Bea: The Most Embarrassing Stories About Henry I Can Think of, Alex: Hottest Politicians Around the World, June: The Most Embarrassing Stories About Alex I Can Think of (Her and Bea worked together)

•Occasionally Henry will use an American term (like saying chips when he meant crisps) and Alex will use a British term (like jumper instead of sweater), and both get very upset when it happens (whoever didn't slip up finds it hilarious)

•They joke around whenever a gossip site releases an article about their relationship, like, "oh look, I've apparently left you and headed back to England after you cheated on me" "oh, good for you, that was a rude thing for me to do"

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[aalyssah]

Sad Movie Night

Pairing: Solo Sikoa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff?

Word Count: 832

Request/Summary: ⇩

A/N: This was requested by Anonymous. I know it's short, but I didn't know how to make it long. Hope You Enjoy!

You watched the popcorn pop in the microwave. You and your fellow Bloodline members finally get the day off after weeks of working. Before having consecutive weeks of working, y'all did a little thing called movie night.

Every Friday someone would choose a movie to watch, but with wit getting in the way and schedules being different, y'all haven't had time. You opened the microwave as it beeped. You took the bag out and poured it in a bowl and sprinkled some salt.

You walked around the corner into the living room and you could hear the sound of the boys arguing. You sat next to Solo, placing the bowl on the coffee table. "Hey, why are y'all fighting? It's movie night!"

The twins and Sami stopped fighting, and gave their attention to you. "Well, Jimmy here wants to watch Smurfs, Jey wants to watch Ratatouille, and I want to watch Monsters Inc, but neither of us agree with each other's choice!" Sami said with a sad sigh.

You smiled at them, shaking your head. "Why are y’all arguing over the movie we're watching? It's not even y'all's turn!" The boys stopped looking at you. "Oh." Jimmy said. You giggled as the twins stayed silent and Sami's face turned red.

You grabbed the remote from Jimmy and handed it to Solo. "It's Solo's turn." Almost everyone groaned, including Roman, when you said that. You cocked an eyebrow up. "What, what's wrong?" You asked, giving them a teasing look. "Every time it's Solo's turn, he always chooses what you wanna watch."

You gave them an 'innocent' look. "I have no idea what you guys are talking about. Babe, choose a movie." Solo looked at the TV and then shrugged his shoulders. "Well I've been wanting to rewatch The Lion King."

Without a second thought Solo clicked the buttons on the remote and went in search for The Lion King movie.

As the movie started up everyone groaned in annoyance while you smiled, grabbing the bowl of popcorn, and leaning into Solo's chest.

-

The boys settled down after a while watching the movie. They had a laugh and sang 'Hakuna Matata.' Everything was going good until you watched baby Simba run from the wild stampede in fear. Scar quickly went to Mufasa, alerting him that his son was down there.

Without a care in the world, Mufasa left to go save Simba. He quickly ran down the rocks and into the stampede to get Simba, but was knocked over by the animals. Simba fell from the branch, but looked around calling for his dad. Luckily, Mufasa grabbed Simba and put him on higher rocks for safety.

He tried climbing up to him, but once again the stampede got a hold of him, dragging him away.

Simba looked around for his father in hopes he was still there. Mufasa jumped high on a mountain of rocks, struggling for grip, his claws sliding off the rock.

Scar then came into view. "Scar, help me." Mufasa begged, but Scar only stood there, giving him an unfazed look. What he did next shocked you. Scar called at Mufasa, causing him to lose his grip and fall. Fall all the way to his death while his younger son watched.

"No!" Your scream caused the boys to jump and pause the movie. You could feel tears coming out your eyes, as you buried your head in your hands. "Y/n, are you crying?" Sami asked in disbelief.

You sniffled, nodding your head and wiping a few tears away. "Yes, it's just so sad to see Mufasa die. I forgot how sad this movie is." Solo squeezed you in reassurance. "I'm alright, but poor Simba. I can't imagine watching my father die."

Jimmy laughed at your reaction. "Chill out Y/n. It's just a movie." You gave him a death glare, which made him shut up quickly. "Okay, you can play the movie. I'm fine." Jey unpaused the movie and you all continued watching it.

When the movie was done everyone began to make pallets on the floor while you and Solo sat on the couch. "You okay?" You looked at him, meeting his worried eyes. "Awe, are you concerned about me?" You teased, laughing, but Solo didn't crack a smile.

"It's bold that someone is teasing me after they just cried over Lion King." You looked at him offended, playfully smacking his arm. "Hey shush, nobody needs to know!" Solo finally smiled, grabbing you and planting a kiss on your lips.

The sweet moment was interrupted by the sound of a phone camera clicking. You both broke apart to see Sami standing there with his phone in hand. "Man, Twitter's gonna eat this up."

Before Sami could type anything, Solo got up, charging at him. "Sami, I swear if you post that!" You laughed as Solo chased Sami around the house and eventually in the backyard.

It might've been a sad movie night, but the ending was so much better.

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[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Super Strength

Author's Note: Please feel free to imagine whichever spiderman you like best; I myself referred to Toby as Pete and Tom H. as Peter. Also, I do not own the amazing fan art.

Warnings: Restraints, Dom Peter, Rough sex, Squirting, Hands-free ejaculation

I know the cuffs won't hold Peter, that they haven't been the entire half an hour he's been restrained. His spiderman suit pools at his feet, not having a moment to completely take it off. Peter's cheeks are flushed the prettiest mixture between red and pink; his bottom lip a bit swollen from him constantly nipping at it in frustration. The smallest dab of drool dots the corner of his gagged mouth. Poor boy's dick is beyond hard, tip lookin angry as fuck as it leaks like a faucet down his shaft and I can't help but to appreciate the sheer willpower he must be exuding.

Even while I'm whining at my current predicament, I hear the wood arms of the chair protest as my desperate boyfriend leans in closer to the scene in front of him. My hands are tied together at the wrists with web that suspends from the ceiling, keeping my arms extended upward. Speared ontop my other Spider's cock while he lays supine, naked besides my lace thong dangling around my ankle, I hold eye contact with our cuffed lover as I'm fucked within an inch of my life. My juicy brown titties flop and jump unrestrained and I know it drives my men crazy.

"Fuu-huck Pete! Posed ta teeeach em, nooo AH! Not puh-unish meee!" I moan and squeal and he slows his rough raging fucking to a crawl. A firm gripping squeeze on each thigh has me blinking the tears outta my eyes to look down at the man rearranging my insides.

"Sorry sweetheart." Pete starts, not sounding the least bit fuckin sorry.

Peter snorts from behind the makeshift gag, clearly sharing my sentiment. Still he's sweaty and appears disheveled as he watches Pete bury his elongated cock into my soaked fluttering core. The way his eyes dart across my body frantically only to land and stare at the gushing pink of my insides being willingly violated. The chair creaks once more as he unconsciously leans closer again, muscles in his shoulders flexing from the restraint he exhibits.

"If Peter wants proof that you're our pretty little slut that loves to be dicked down using our super strength, I feel... Obligated to show him."

The smile on Pete's face is vicious as looks over at our poor distressed horny ass victim. He's still dipping inside my drippin pussy with casual shallow stokes, creamy wetness trickling down my fat ass cheeks to soak our sheets with every pull out.

"Watch and learn baby boy, she gushes so much when I give her all of it. Love watching her gushy little puss give me what I want. Feel soooo good when she clenches around meee." Pete finishes with a moan as the firm grip on my thighs moves to my curvy hips.

His thrusting speeds to a short quick gratingly deep fuck and I can't help tossing my head back and cry out at the sudden change in pace. The wet smacking of his veined rigid long cock ramming me makes my clit throb harder.

"Ye-eeees, yesyesyes, YES!!" My uncontrollable moaning melody ends in wordless wails as Pete tilts his hips and pounds up into me. It's absolutely clear that my Pete is gone and it's Spiderman here now, fucking me like an animal in heat. He uses his hold on my waist as leverage, forcing me to ride him at his speed. My body slumps just a bit before I become limp; I feel like nothing more than a doll made for his satisfaction; only thing is he wouldn't dream of cumming until after guiding me through my pleasure.

"Fuck, you jus gonna let me- DAMMIT! Jus have you like this? God so gooood, c-can't even bother to put a fight. Too fucked out, tongue hangin out. Fuck, ah ah ahhhhh.." His insidious glee in destroyin me tapers off into thunderous whiny moans.

A drip of drool runs from my tongue down my chin as I bask in utter pleaurable delight. His hands leave my waist, one to flick my pulsating clit firm and fast as the other repeatedly strikes my coffee colored plump cheeks. I can hear my other Peter's breathing get heavier as Pete does the impossible and digs deeper, fucking me so rapidly. The wet smacking sound of our coupling adding to the notion that this only ends after I'm bred. I shake, twist and shriek at the intense orgasm rushing towards me.

A scrape comes from the chair beside the bed as Peter snatches his wrist from the arms of the chair with concerened eyes, cuffs immediately hitting floor with a thud while he simultaneously reaches for the gag and tries to stand. Pete's quicker though and an arm shoots out to web Peter's wrist AND ankles to the chair, all the while still fuckin up into me without losing a beat. An indignant huff leaves Peter but he doesn't resist.

"Don't fret, Spiderman. Uhn, uuuuhn.. Our girl looooves this. Fuuuuuuck, don't you sweetheart?" Pete grits out, groans peppering every other word.

Unyielding slaps replace the stroking on my throbbing little button and I'm a goner. With eyes squeezed shut, and loud stuttering gasps of 'Pete' and 'Peter' my tight little puss clenches hard around the cock trying to pierce my guts. I don't feel the tears streaming down my face as I splash Pete with a dose of gushing cream on the fourth slap to my clit. White specks dot behind my close lids when a particularly forceful stream jets against the lengthy dick in my tummy trying to force him out.

"Shiiiiit, can barely moooove.." Pete's groaning and huffing as the rhythm of his fuckin becomes jerky and off beat.

With eyes blown wide staring at were we connect, his hips make small circles as he tries to stuff his dick in my guts. With a low 'Fuuuuuuuck', Pete hastily pulls his cock out to spray up my tummy, large globs of cum shower my tits only to drip off my sensitive stiff nipples. I feel the warmth of it run down my sweaty torso as I hiccup, trying to catch my breath. The rooms silent besides heavy breathing before Peter speaks up.

"Can some one let me loose?" He asks after spitting out his gag, refusing to make eye contact. His are cheeks more red now than our entire session. Peter wiggles his wrists, emphasizing for one of us to free him. I really take him in, scanning his chiseled chest before landing on his softening dick covered in thick creamy spurts of his cum. He came UNTOUCHED! And there so fucking much of it..

"Help? Hmmm.." I pretend to think about it, lifting Pete's chin to look at our embarrassed boyfriend and he smirks once he notices the cum slowly dripping from Peter's dick to the floor.

"Don't you have super strength too?" I ask with an evil giggle and villainous intent.

#peter parker x reader #spiderman x you #smut

[little-bumblebeeee]

Moonlight - part 2

Werewolf!Steve Harrington x vampire!Eddie Munson

a teeeeny tiny bit of angst but don't worry

A little bit shorter than I'd like and I'm realizing this might have more parts than I bargained for (also not proofread if you see mistakes no you don't)

Part 1 :)

They avoid each other like the plague. Well, it's mostly Steve avoiding Eddie a little more than usual. He even starts sending Tommy to buy weed instead of just getting it himself, which means that no, that was not in fact a weird ass dream and Steve most definitely is a werewolf. And Eddie called him a good boy. He doesn't know which is more embarrassing, the fact that he cuddled with him like he was a dog or the fact he kind of misses that. Eddie doesn't even attempt to talk to him. He didn't before, why would he now?

But the next full moon has Eddie wanting to go back to those woods. As he hears those cries and howls, he feels the strange need to go back out and help Steve again. So what does he do? He grabs the now cold McDonald's burger he was about to eat and his bag, as well as a pet brush because he doesn't want his fingers getting caught in Steve's matted fur again, walking briskly back to those woods. Just as last time, when Eddie peeks through the trees, he sees the big brown wolf curled up and whining, clearly still in a little bit of pain. "Steve?" Eddie asks tentatively. Steve's head perks up, looking around before his familiar burnt caramel eyes land on Eddie. He jumps up, bounding over to Eddie and tackling him to the ground.

Oh. Great. Eddie's dying now. His throat is gonna be ripped out and Steve is only licking his face to get a taste of Eddie before he absolutely devours him and- okay now why is that making him think about human Steve sucking his- anyways back to Eddie about to die. Which.. isn't happening. Steve hops off of Eddie, tail wagging as he digs his nose into Eddie's bag, fishing out the burger and finishing it off in a single bite, not even chewing once. "Steve.. hey. Uh.." Eddie stammers, sitting up and scooting back a bit. Steve is a lot more affectionate in this form, and Eddie just assumes that Steve doesn't remember shit because in what world would Steve Harrington want anything to do with Eddie Munson? Especially since... well, they have reasons for calling him a "freak" that aren't just about his looks. The one time he tried his hand at asking out a guy, it backfired horribly, and now practically everyone in Hawkins knows he's- that he's...

Different.

He was young. Tried to prove everyone "wrong" by asking out a girl he kind of liked, just to get people to think the rumors weren't true. But it only worsened things somehow, making him eternally damned to be "the freak". Why did life put him here? It's just his luck to be practically tortured his whole life then be told he's going to hell as if he's not already there. Maybe he has died. Maybe this is hell. He's only having this nice moment with Steve as he lays his head on Eddie's lap because it's a way for him to get his hopes up, for him to be happy for at least a few moments before it all comes crashing down again before he even gets the chance to savor it.

He's tired of it. He's tired of getting his hopes up, of crying, of dealing with.. everything. He's just. So. Tired.

Eddie looks back down at the werewolf lying in his lap when he feels Steve's wet nose nudge against his hand, big brown eyes looking right back up at him with a look that almost appears to be worry in his eyes. "Hey, Steve." He says quietly, running his ringed fingers through the light brown fur of the large animal. It's like a sliver of light, a shot of caffeine to wake him up. He feels a little more okay like this, even if his chest aches knowing Steve will only avoid him further by tomorrow. But tonight, he'll savor this tonight.

Before life rips it all away from Eddie, he'll savor this.

part 3

Tag list: @manda-panda-monium (that's it, you can totally ask to be on the tag list if you want, I'll add you no hesitation)

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #joe keery #steve harrington #joe quinn #steddie #steve x eddie #werewolf steve x vampire eddie #werewolf steve harrington #vampire eddie munson #sorry this took so long #steddie fic #beginner writer #come get yall juice #Moonlight steddie fic

[tsutkomi]

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦: 𝘐𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘴 𝘉𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯

Hello! This is a x reader/OC with the sorcerer Shang Tsung taking place after MK1. This story contains explicit content, words, brief mentions of suic!de/r@pe and gore. This story is recommended of 18+ but we all should know that since this is the legendary Mortal Kombat.

I do not own any of Mortal Kombat content, just this story and the made original characters inside of it.

Warning: Child/Abu$e, Violence, Animal/Abu$e! Death.

"The tiger that has once tasted blood is never sated with the taste of it."

The dry sands subtly fill the air as chats and laughter sound. Banners of Sun Do surround a half decent area. Merchants sounding their product to the people walking by. Goods, teas, potions, meat, swimming in their hand as their last hope to make a fortune to be freed from this wasteland of Outworld backwaters. Starved families lay on the blazing sand, holding empty jars for walking by citizens. Their hands were swatted away. Their last hope was shattered.

Criminals hiding beneath the shadows watching for guards of Sun Do so they won't be shackled as they thief and steal their way out Outworld.

A small boy walks with a dirtied dog as he feeds him carrots. His small fingers fiddle with a small pendant around his neck. Attention on the jewelry, he suddenly trips over a foot. Stumbling upward, the small boy bows muttering a apology before the foot that tripped him moves and kicks him down.

The young lad coughs in pain holding his chest and he coughs away dust. The dog barks and two other men grabs and holds it by the gruff. The boy hurriedly shoved the pendant in his shirt before hesitantly looking up at the brutal stranger.

"Ya got a habit of walking around here with that mutt. Giving me staring looks. Now ya wanna kick my feet?" says a man with obvious scars on his face, and a covered eye. He grips the boy before snatching a grey pouch of koins from the boys satchel .

" Jaka, I didn't know it was you! I'm sorry! I wasn't staring—"

The poor speech was interrupted by another kick to his arm. The man smiles in victory as his other foot places over the child's head. "Then ya lie to me huh? Maybe in another time, ya outta think about that when ya arrive to the pearly gates." Suddenly the man groaned as he was pushed over by a shoulder of a old man. His foot released the boy and he stomped on the ground in anger.

"What the hell?! Ya got a problem, asshole?"

The old man in the hood bowed his head and raised his hands without a word before retreating to the opposite direction. Jaka then looked at his other mates before nodding his head towards the walking old man. The two men started following him before Jaka returns to hit the boy again this time on the shoulder with his fist. "You already know what to do. Got more on ya? " The boy looked up in shocked and puts his hands together in plead.

"Please sir...I don't have any money to spare, my mother is ill—I only have carrots to feed myself and Vatu. You have my gold..Please, for the love of Delia..have mercy!"

Jaka rolled his eyes at the boy and looked back at his mates with the dog who was then pinned on the ground with a knife towards its belly. "Well, if you ain't got anything, I guess we'll have to take your dog since ya can't care for em anymore." The child widen his eyes in fear before scrambled closer in panic. With a cry, the boy raised one hand up in halt.

"NO! PLEASE WAIT!" With tears and blood running down his face, he rambles in his pockets slowly before pulling out a jade pendant. It was ridden with the finest white gold as a hem around a beautiful green jade. It had engravings. A unfamiliar symbol engraved in the gem as it shone brightly. Jaka eyes widen and glances back at the remaining men before snatching it from the boy.

"You've been holding out on me boy! This here is worth loads of money! Such history needs to be sold."

He signals the men and they push the dog towards the child who immediately holds Vatu close. "This here will make me finally leave this wrecked place and get to the top dogs of Sun Do!" he speaks with a raspy laugh.

The boy spoke no words, just holding close what he thought had left of his life. With a final kick, the boy groaned, shutting his eyes tightly—taking in the pain. "And that's for lying to me twice. Pack it up boys, we goin huntin." With that the rugged men left the boy alone with staring eyes of guilt. His tears dried and heart broken—the villagers had done nothing but come to his aid after the fear of man had left.

Jaka and his men walked the shattered road. He smiles with pride and holds the pendant towards the dark sky. "All we need now is a ship. We will be freed at last. Pay off some of the guards with some of that gold I took from the brat. Then boom, a new beginning for the Riot." He says with a smirk and dry laugh before patting his coat. The feeling of emptiness in his pocket made him turn from the crew to his dirtied coat. His face was quickly replaced with irritation and confusion as he patted and searched away at his clothes. His henchman then watch as his head slowly rise up and turn to them with a furious look.

"That son of a bitch mugged me! Where's Harpu and Kain? That old man has my shit! Find him! I want his head now!"

With that, then men split up into groups. They searched every crevice of every alley that could possibly be the hiding place from the old man's cessation. Jaka lurked around, listening for any sign of a dying life or anything of his men. The sweat on his forehead spoke numerous thoughts of what he'd do to the thief that dared take from him. His future will not falter. He will kill anyone that stood in his way.

It was as if the Gods heard his thoughts as he squinted at a familiar face of the old man. He was lurking around the corner before retreating. Jaka growls before running full fledge to him. "Ya son of a bitch, you're mine!!" Groaning as he split to the corner, he paused in his tracks while facing a dead end.

"What...?" Looking around the alley way, the atmosphere suddenly glowed green and the once was a night sky, turned into a dark rainy one. He was surround by trees suddenly as the Outworld Marketplace was transformed into a jungle like area. Crickets sound the area and the smell of dirt and rain filled Jaka's nose. Doing a slow 360 turn, his eyes finally land to what looks like a fiery like portal to where he once was . He couldn't believe his eyes. After slowing blinking and leaning closer. No. His eyes wasn't playing tricks on him. The portal was clear, and the difference of people and lanterns, including the figure of the boy he'd ignorantly beaten to death was walking with a bunch of strangers to what seem to be a doctor.

The Outworld Marketplace.

His heart began beating fast and he ran his fingers through the tresses of his hair. "What the devil is..." A sound of a twig snapped his confusion to alert. He perked up and squinted in the dark forest, unsheathing his small dagger from his coat. He searched around the area he was suddenly in.

The island was free of another living creature. It felt abandoned and lifeless. Vacant. However, it felt like millions of eyes were watching his every step. The untamed forests had crushed skulls, cobwebs, and giant bugs that brought some company. He was intrigued when he heard more twigs snap. Edging closer as he gripped his weapon tightly. He finally had the courage to speak. "Who the hell is there huh?!" The subtle crack in his voice gave away his fear and the shaking of his body gave away his weakness.

His curiosity however...is what ultimately closed his life sentence. That during his frightening investigation did he not realize the portal behind him had shut completely.

Walking into the dark abyss of the forest, he gripped her weapon higher to chin-level. He stealthily moved about, ignoring the beating of his panicking heart. Sweat ran down his cheek, and his eyes were wide. "Come on out! I know you're here!" He was listening for more twigs or breathing. However, only his breathing and the sound of crickets were heard. Jaka tried to ignore his senses telling him to turn back now just from the fact he walked through a portal. It was too dark. Oddly enough, the forest not only reeked with rain, but with iron. He can only imagine that it could be blood. Just as he reconsidered, another sound came but much closer. He immediately dipped and squatted walking through the bushes. His eyes caught movement and bent over. Licking his lips, Jaka raises the blade high over his head ready to dive it into the unknown thing in front of him. However, he was shocked to find that it jumped and flew away. A bird. Jaka breathes out a sigh in relief and irritation.

"Filthy fucking animal.."

His eyes unconsciously followed the bird. He scoffed before looking on the ground not too far from where the bird flew to. His stomach immediately sunk at the sight of a laid out body. He blinked slowly and looked again—his eyes were not deceiving him in the darkness.

His body moved on its own to walk towards it. As he got closer, his sight roamed the ground and made out what appeared to be another body laid not too far away. Staring, Jaka had reached into his coat pocket and slowly flicked on a silver lighter. He hesitantly hovered the lighter over the body slowly from abdomen to neck.

A stab wound was on its abdomen, further up another one in the ribs. It appeared to be dried. He groaned in disgust, and slowly went up its neck.

He paused seeing the same symbol that was on his coat. He held his breath, and clutched the grass beneath him harder. He hesitated to finally light the way towards who he assumed was one of his crew...

"FUCK!"

He jumps back after meeting face to face with a dehydrated, sunken corpse of his partner. Kain. His eyes were sunken empty, he lacked any features. He was just bone with so little skin here and there. His hair was barely there, and he reeked of death.

Bile rose up in Jaka's throat which he quickly swallowed. "By the Elder Gods..what happened to you, mate?.." he murmured rising from his feet.

He moved the lighter towards the other body, and it was in the same position as his other deceased friend. It had a bandana worn that spelled out its name in Outworld scripture—Harpu. Jaka couldn't take anymore, and dropped his lighter. The lighter immediately lit up on Kain's clothes. Cursing quietly, he threw Kain's vest across some wood and it brightened the forest.

The rest of his crew were scattered all over the place. Deceased and swiped of their life.

All Jaka could do was stare in fear and back away from the horrid scene of his friends. It was as if time stopped. Only the sound of crackling fire and crickets were heard. Jaka felt as if it was a dream. How could his friends all be killed in such short amount of time? Their bodies were decayed as if they were here laying dead for decades. "I got to get the fuck out of here."

Suddenly, the crickets stopped their stridulation chirping. Jaka looked around and gripped Kains bag, wrapping it over around him and slowly turned to head for where he came from. "Ya..Fuck this--argh!"

His sentence came to halt by a hand stopping him dead in his tracks. The hand was gripping his neck tightly and rising him slowly. His toes left the ground and his hands desperately grabbed the arm of the stranger. Jaka chokes and drools from the force before his eyes glanced down at the perpetrator. He widen his eyes at the gaze at pupils that represented dark pools. His eyes were cold and calculated. The stranger rose his head to look into the eyes of Jaka. Jaka despite being choked, he could make out that the man was young, his hair was in a half ponytail, he wore a black cloak which seemed to have a hood. Jaka's eyes followed the strangers arms to the hand that was choking him. Tekko-Kagi Claws. "Y-you're.."

The stranger held him higher as he walked them closer to the fire. The look of irritation and disgust was written on his face. As if he was disgusted at the sight of the pitiful creature held by his hand.

"You're Shang Tsung!"

He squinted his eyes and gripped Jaka tighter with a smug smirk. "Of course I am. Who else would pose such a threat?" Jaka began to panic and choked out sentences as he slightly lost color.

"Please! Have mercy! I'll do a-anything you want! I won't tell anyone! N-Not a single soul! Please let me go!" Shang Tsung laughed and tilted his head slowly. It was a laugh that caused absolute terror within Jaka's body. He knew about this man. Word of Sun Do spread throughout the lands. From the beginning where he was healing Empress Mileena of Tarkat to the vile experiments beneath his laboratory. Jaka could only think of how he would be next.

"What a pitiful performance. You're worse than the child that you maltreated. I don't care for your pathetic ruse. What I want is where I can find the owner of..this."

With the hiss of the last word, Shang Tsung ripped the jade pendant off of Jaka's bruising neck with his other free hand and held it to his sight. "They all say regardless of you being a delinquent—you were educated in history. From the present time to the past, such as the Warrior Kings. This scripture on this pendant is a symbol of their existence. Where. Are. They?" He loosens his grips slightly enough to let the choking man speak.

"T-that's not a symbol of their existence!"

Shang Tsung grew agitated fast and squeezed harder quickly before releasing again. "You play me for some fool?" He spoke with a subtle growl.

"N-no! I swear! The pendant was given for protection! Only the Gods of Warrior Kings can give it to mortals!" Shang Tsung raised one eyebrows slightly before pulling Jaka closer. A symbol of protection? Gods? Why would a mere child be given the protection of a God? "Explain."

Jaka swallowed hard before shutting his eyes in thought. "T-they used to give these pendants to people of certain clans! S-Sometimes if they encountered their arch nemesis I think! They're of the richest gold and jade! The Warrior Kings were even gifted a sword for helping the Four Symbols!"

"The Four Symbols? Those are a Chinese myth." Shang spoke with boredom. He felt as if he was being played.

"N-no they are real! But, t-they all died, except one! The jade is the indication of who gave it! Look inside! There should be a tiger!" Shang Tsung slowly was snapped out of his boredom before squinting and looking into the Jade gem. He thought he was imagining things before a golden craving appeared in shape of a tiger. Glancing slowly at Jaka, he then grips the pendant sliding it into his robe. "It would seem."

"That's the symbol of the White Tiger of the West! They are the only one left..the rest were never heard from again, so everyone assumed they were dead!"

After what felt like hours of staring, Shang Tsung released the tightening grip on Jaka's throat, letting him gasp for air before dropping him harshly. He placed his hands behind his back, turning away from the desperate man clinging to life. "The White Tiger of the West...Surely..if they given these powers to the Warrior Kings then..they must have the capability to open my Well of Souls. You will tell me who they are, and where might I find them." Jaka choked out blood and wiped his mouth , rubbing the bruises on his throat softly. "Their name is Jin Jiang. On a island..no mortal can see it with the naked eye. But you have the pendant, so you should see it..It's on the West side of the world..in between Earthrealm and Outworld. Whoever stepped on it never came back though..so survival is unsure."

Shang Tsung scoffed and played with his magic before closing his hand in a fist. "Watch your tongue fool. You would have died, but I am a powerful sorcerer. With this pendant and my sorcery, I shall get what I desire. However, I can only assume that they are not weak. With a little charm and manipulation..I should get what I need from them."

Silence was between the two. Jaka had sweat roll down his cheeks, and he kept glancing at the sorcerers back. 'I could book it. Should I book it?' He scanned the area slowly before looking once again at the sorcerer's back. He slowly move to crawl away before a spike shot through the ground into his hand. "ARGHHHHHH! GRRRAHH!" Jaka screamed and whimpered as three more shot from the ground piercing through his thigh, abdomen, and hand. He cried as Shang Tsung walked slowly to his bleeding form.

"You really thought I was through with you? After you heard my entire plan and what I'm after? After you had seen my face to get a quick bounty from me? With your gossiping like a little woman?" He smugly smirk as he stood over Jaka's bleeding form. The one eyed man could barely look up at the sorcerer while wincing and crying in pain—listening to him chuckle.

"No...You're sorely mistaken."

Jaka suddenly began gasping for air as a green aura glowed brightly around him. Blood was flowing like water into green, flying into Shang Tsung's hands. His skin slowly turned grey and muscles began to rip from his very bones as he desperately tried to reach for nothingness.

"Your soul is mine."

His body then dropped and his bones broke on impact.

Shang took in a breath and smiled in pride. Placing one hand behind his back , he used the other to unclip the cloak before tossing it on the ground. He wore his usual yellow and brown attire, with the red sash. He walked away from the scene, and waved his hand before he appeared at a large old temple. The area looked similar to his laboratory. It was in progress but had the time and effort. Smugly, he walked to a open area that had a already created portal. "A being...with better power than that of Kenshi Takahashi..To open my Well of Souls."

He waved his hands again, whispering a chant as lights and machines began to work slowly. A library which was freshly cleaned was lit. "In the west...by the name Jin Jiang." He put his hands being his back as the portal then showed a small island with autumn trees, with a large temple that seemed to glowed a whitish yellow. He smirked to himself as he walked toward taking a long look at the island.

"The White Tiger of the West. Oh, how I will see you soon. Sooner than you think."

#mortal kombat #shang tsung #x oc #shang tsung x reader #shang tsung x oc #war #action adventure #netherrealm studios #sorcery #mythology and folklore #chinese #chinese folklore #chinese mythology #tw death #time #liu kang #outworld #earthrealm #romance

[deanmonlover]

the unsung hero

"You should hit me harder, make it well worth the trouble of what's coming for you next." You spat through crimson stained teeth.

"Pfft we're not afraid of Cunningham. He's just a pyscho babysitter who got off too easy." Terry scoffed, standing up behind you as he pressed a blade against your neck lightly dragging it across, creating a thin laceration.

"Oh no, he's not who I would be afraid of. You know Michael is still out there. He never left and he's going to get you idiots in the end." You taunted, your vision swimming as you concentrated on staying awake.

How you got yourself into these predicaments would always cease to amaze you. You had a talent for it to say the least.

All you had been doing was getting ready for work while your boyfriend had been in the process of leaving for work as well. It had been about an hour or so before the downstairs door creaked open, signaling someone was in the house.

Obviously, you thought it was Corey coming back for his lunch because it had been sitting on the counter where he had forgotten about it. And oh, how you wished that was the case.

"Core?" You called out, grabbing your bag and heading out the bedroom door only to be met with figure standing ominously down the hallway staring directly at you.

It was all over but the crying when you were jumped from the other direction by another figure who had you in a chokehold.

"Get your fucking hands off of me!" You choked out, thrashing around like a wild animal.

You weren't going down without a fight, you were fiesty and were going to beat the shit out of these idiots when you got the chance but not if your boyfriend beat you to it.

That's how you ended up in your current situation, hands tied behind your back staring directly at that idiot band geek who sat perched on a car that appeared to be...a junkyard car?

You looked around a little more in your haze and noticed the other cars around you and finally came to the conclusion that you were at Corey's work but where was he?

They couldn't have done something to him. No, he had to be okay.

"Y'know, you freaks seem to flock together. It makes it a lot easier to find and get rid of you, but damn, you're way too pretty to be with that pyscho. Not smart enough to stay away from him, apparently." Terry gripped your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him.

"Terry–"

"Shut up, Margo. I'm gonna make her never wanna see that prick again."

"Terry, seriously, I think someone is here–"

The sound of a mangled scream followed by a thud cut the girl off in mid sentence.

Terry shoved your head down abruptly, trying to get a good look at whoever dared intrude on his little fun session when he was met with a masked figure staring opposite of him holding a rather large pipe wrench.

"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing here, huh? I'm busy–" As Terry stepped closer to the figure, he stumbled Margo's limp body and the realization finally kicked in.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck" Terry scrambled to his feet, knife still in hand as he pointed it at the figure with a familiar mask on.

One that you knew very well, a little inside joke if you will. You had known what was in store for Terry this entire time but here was your unsung hero there to save you finally.

Terry made it back over to you and pulled you by your hair, jerking your neck backwards to expose your neck with the knife placed once more against the previous wound.

"One step closer, she gets it."

The figure in the mask stepped closer, ignoring the warning from the boy. As if daring the band geek to make good on his threat because what would happen to him would be far worse than he could ever do to you.

"I mean it! I will I'll cut her fucking throat out!" He screamed at the figure who gripped the wrench tighter in his hand, so tight that the white shown on his knuckles.

Your heart pounded in your ears, so loudly that you didn't even feel the knife plunge into your chest.

The figure snatched Terry up so fast he didn't even have time to say his last words, the wrench going straight through his skull with one swing.

"Corey!" You found your voice. Your body felt so weak, but all you wanted was him.

The masked figure pulled his scarecrow mask up to reveal that handsome face you loved so much. Relief flooded your aching body. You had known it was him, but just seeing those big brown eyes looking into yours made it real.

Corey cut your restraints and scooped you into his arms, careful not to brush against your chest wound. He pulled a rag out of his pocket and pressed it against the area, trying to stop the bleeding.

Bloody hands cupped your pale face, and concern knitted into his eyebrows as he searched your face.

Your entire face was bloody and bruised. It sent his blood boiling at the sight.

You started to sob, hiding your face in his chest. It had taken everything in you to be strong up until this point and now that Corey was here it was going to be okay you had to keep telling yourself that.

"Shh, it's okay, it's okay. I'm here. They can't do anything else to you ever again. I'm going to make every last person on this fucking planet pay if they ever do anything to you ever again." He promised, holding you close before carrying you tightly in his arms over to his motorcycle as if you would dissappear into thin air.

Corey blamed himself.

You were always a target because of him. He was stronger now that much was true, but what good was that if he couldn't have stopped this from happening.

He would protect you no matter what, even if it was the last thing he did. No matter who he had to kill, if it ensured your safety, he would do it. And you knew it, you always felt safe with him. Something in your mind the entire time had told you that he was coming for you.

He was your knight in a bloody mechanic suit.

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader

[stormkobra-5]

Heya its me again um you can completely ignore this request if its too much but um

Can i request (only if you are able to) the moonknight boys helping y/n grieving over losing a family member

I lost a family member today and would like some comfort you can ignore this request if its too much

Sorrow and Solace

Pairing: Moon Boys x Reader

Fic Type: Drabble

Summary: When you lose a family member, the boys are there to offer you any comfort they possibly can.

A/N: I'm honored you came to me of all people, nonnie. I hope I can write something good enough for this situation and helps you, buddy. I'm so sorry for your loss. I wish you all the love and comfort in the world.

Rating/Warnings: Dealing losing a family member (unspecified), processing grief, hurt/comfort

It was Marc fronting when you got the call.

He walked into the kitchen to find you holding your phone in a daze, frozen as your mind tried to process what you'd just heard. It was painful, this searing, dull grief. It rose up in your chest unexpectedly, like it had been an animal lying in wait, and lunged for your heart, tearing with icy claws.

Marc noticed your stance immediately. "...Babe? Everything okay?"

You didn't respond immediately, still processing the information. The loss of a family member is a life-changing event, and it surged up out of nowhere. You stagger into Marc's touch when he tentatively reaches for you. "...Baby? You okay?"

You burst into soft sobs, falling into his chest. He held you tightly and close, prepared for some unseen threat. "Hey, hey... Sh, sh, sh..." Rocking you in his arms, he maneuvered you to the couch, bringing you up onto his lap and cradling you in a snug embrace. With a glare that could have killed, he eyed your phone, which was laying on the floor where you'd dropped it, as if it were an enemy.

"Oy, what's happening?" Steven roused himself in the headspace clumsily, tripping over Jake. Their alter cursed in Spanish, trying to wrestle Steven down in their roughhousing way of communicating-- honestly, they were like rowdy misbehaved toddlers, and that was the very last thing you needed right now.

"Guys," Marc said softly as he rubbed your back, trying to hide his irritation. Once they heard your quiet sobs into his shoulder, felt the tight grip of your fists in his shirt, they immediately sprung to their feet and raced to see what was wrong with you.

"You wanna tell us what happened, mi vida?" Jake whispered softly in your ear as he took control of the body, brushing strands of tear-dampened hair out of your face. He pressed soft and tender kisses to your jaw, your temple, your forehead, trying to coax you into telling them what was wrong.

"I-I... um..." You tried to wipe your tears away with a shaky hand. "I-I just got some bad news..."

The boys stiffened, starting to understand. "You wanna talk about it?" Marc offered gently.

A part of you, in your grief-stricken mind, was comforted. It was rare for the boys to co-front, stubborn as they were-- literally, it's-my-turn-with-the-body kind of arguments have occurred and now they stick to a strict fronting schedule-- so usually they now only co-fronted if something extremely dire was happening, and the fact that they considered your well-being in that category was flattering.

"I-I just... um..." You swallowed hard, trying to manage to speak through your sobs enough to translate the reason for your current state. "I just found out that I lost somebody... I just lost somebody in my family."

Steven was the one who fronted then, mouth forming an 'o' of realization. "Oh, love..." He pulled you in to his embrace, kissing the top of your head and cradling you close.

They didn't want to say it's okay. They know that right now, it's not, it's far from, and instead of trying to push your feelings away, they think that you should perhaps let them process. Maybe its okay isn't what you need to hear, but maybe just a shoulder to cry on until it is okay.

"We're here for you, darling," Steven said, kissing your head. "We're right here for you."

Jake fronted, grabbing you by your waist and lifting you up a bit so that he could look you in the eyes. "What do you need us to do, mi vida?"

"Just..." You sniffled, falling back into him. "Just hold me for a little while, okay?"

"We can do that," Jake assured you, rubbing up and down your back. "We're gonna help you through this, mi vida."

Marc switched to the front, readjusting your position so that you were kind of laying on him across the couch. "We're gonna be here for you every step of this process, baby."

"Whatever you need, we're here, dove," Steven added, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

And they held true to that. They made sure that you remembered to eat, but if you couldn't stomach it, they made you drink water-- you drank so much water, it probably more than made up for all the tears you were shedding. They made sure you slept, and they called your work to get you a week or two off to process things more clearly. They stood by your side at the funeral, offering condolences to family members and respect for who was lost.

Every night, or really, any time you cried, they held you in their arms and lulled you to sleep. Sometimes they would sing or read to you, or try to make you laugh. And the day you finally smiled again, you don't think you'd ever seen them beam brighter. "Life keeps going, love," Steven told you one day, "It might hurt sometimes, and it might be hard, especially losing someone; but it keeps going. It doesn't wait for us. We'll meet everyone we've lost again one day, don't you worry. In the meantime, though, we have to stop and smell the roses, so to speak. Smile. That’s what we’re put here to do, innit? To love and laugh?”

“I know,” You said as you held onto him as if for dear life, nestling your head in his sweater-clad chest. “Thank you, guys. For being here for me.”

“Always,” Marc answered into your hair. “Now and forever.”

“We’ll never let you go through anything alone, mi vida,” Jake promised, pulling a blanket up over your shoulders. “You’re never alone. Remember that.”

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I hope this has comforted you, nonnie. I hope you do okay, and just remember we’re all here for you.

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Sorry || Camilo X Reader

"Do not worry, mi vida. I am 100% sure that everyone will absolutely adore you. Just as much as I do."

The day had arrived. The day that you would be meeting with Camilo's family. After dating for a year, Camilo had invited you over for dinner. Initially, you had been so excited, but as the day got closer and closer, your nerves began to bloom.

"You've been saying that for the past hour, my dear. But what if they don't like my clothes or they think I speak weird or I embarass myself or even worse, what if I offend th-" He cut you off with a kiss. It was sweet and short but helped you calm down ever so slightly.

"First of all, you look absolutely gorgeous in that dress. Second, you speak like an angel. You're so respectful and your voice is so calming. Finally, even if you embarrass yourself, that isn't gonna make my family hate you. Accidents happen, mi amor."

You nodded, his words aiding in helping you relax. Clasping his hand, you walked with him to Casita and hoped that everything went well.

Once you arrived, you were greeted by a thunderstorm sticking out the top of the house. It worried you slightly but with one look at Camilo, you were ready to enter.

As soon as you walked in, you saw Pepa wearing a worried expression as Felix tried his best to calm her. Once her eyes landed on you, the thunderstorm was instantly replaced with a rainbow. This surprised you slightly but what shocked you more was the way she hurried over and pulled you into a hug. As she let go, she planted a kiss on Camilo's cheek which in turn made the boy blush in embarrassment.

"Welcome to Casita. We're so happy to have you here." She sang. Felix nodded affirmatively, patting his son.

"Thank you so much for having me." You said, handing them a bag. Pepa eyed you curiously as she reached into the bag. She looked confused at what she found. In her hand were some butterfly pea teabags.

"Oh, um, Camilo had mentioned before that you can get really stressed and anxious and butterfly pea tea is really calming. So I thought I could bring some for you. I'm so sorry if I overstepped."

She hushed you with another big hug, thanking you for your thoughtfulness. Camilo watched, a large smile forming on his face.

You told Felix and Pepa that there was something else in the bag and so they reached in. Their eyes shone with happiness and excitement at the music box in hand. They opened to see mini versions of themselves holding each other, dancing to an angelic song. As the song came to it's end, Felix walked towards Camilo and patted him on the back.

"She's perfect, hijo. Care for her and never let her go." He whispered. Camilo nodded and thanked his papa.

For the rest of the time until dinner was ready, you introduced yourself to Camilo's cousins and siblings. You knew Mirabel quite well, having been that the both of you were quite artistic and bonded well over the matter. Antonio absolutely fell in love with you on sight, finding you to be the sweetest person ever and after you told him you loved animals, he was overjoyed and introduced each of his animal friends.

Then, it was time for dinner. You took your seat next to Camilo, tightening your grip on his hands as his Abuela walked in. You found her quite scary and especially after hearing about her high expectations, you were extremely worried she wouldn't like you.

As everyone was taking their seats, Bruno stumbled in. Upon spotting him, you let out a little shout of glee and waved to him. He responded with his own little wave and smile.

"Y/N. Let me guess, you're Camilo's lover? Welcome to the family." He said. You and him had been quite close after his return. You went to his tower for a prophecy and hadn't recived the best one, him predicting that your cat would die. He had half expected you to cry and scream at him but you only hugged him, thanked him for telling you and left. You went to visit him again, not for a prophecy but just because you were curious about the rat man and from then on you'd been great friends. Seeing you hand in hand with his nephew made him overjoyed. You were perfect together and he hoped Camilo would never let you go.

"So, Y/N, what do you do?" Abuela inquired. You gulped and began your response. "I craft different things, like music boxes, ornaments, pottery. Things like that."

Her eyes narrowed at your response, making you shiver. Camilo was quick to place his hand on your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"And your parents? What do they do?"

You answered her question as politely as you could and all the rest that came after. As dinner was coming to its end, the elderly woman shook her head. She looked at Camilo, her eyes filled with disappointment.

"Camilo, I can't even begin to explain how disappointed I am. With the way you speak of her, I was expecting someone better. She's not good enough for you." Your eyes watered at her words as you gripped onto the fabric of your dress. Camilo was quick to stand infront of you, shielding you from his Abuela.

"Abuela, what do you mean? She's perfect for me. If she's not good enough then no one is."

"Camilo, you could do so much better. You're a Madrigal and she...There are so many better girls in the village."

"Mama, how could you say that?" It was Pepa's turn to stand in your defence. She saw the way Camilo looked at you and the way you looked at him. You treated him with so much love and adoration that when he came home, all he was thinking of was you. She saw how happy you made not only her son, but Antonio as well. Dolores seemed to like you to. She just wanted her children to be happy.

"Abuela, I don't care what you think of Y/N. She's my soulmate and no other woman makes me as happy as she does." He stated. He grabbed your wrist, practically dragging you away from the dining table.

"I'm so sorry, mi amor. I don't know why she said all of that." He caressed your face, one hand grabbing your waist.

"She's right. You could do so much better." Her words had sunk deep into you and now you struggled to see why Camilo would ever want to be with you.

"No, I couldn't. You're so perfect and make me so happy. Who cares about what she thinks? You're all I want." He leaned your face towards his, wiping the tears that rolled down your face. His lips met yours as he kissed you. He poured all his heart and love into that one kiss, wanting you to know that all he wanted, needed, was you.

As he broke the kiss, his forehead leaned against yours. "No matter what anyone says, you'll forever be the one for me, mi vida. I love you." He whispered. This time it was you who kissed him, promising to be by his side forever.

Pepa and Felix watched the scene unfold. Yes, you were the one for their son. They would protect you at all cost even if that meant going against Abuela's wishes.

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Heyy, I hope you enjoyed. I am open to all criticism :))

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Little Hawk

Rowan Week, Day 2/Day 6: Rowan and the Cadre/Rowan as a child

@rowaelinscourt

Word count: 3,536 oops

Warnings: some language, Maeve, lil bit of angst smol child Rowan hehe, HAPPY FLUFFY SOFT ENDING I PROMISE

Enjoy!

A/N: any excuse for alternate canon is a good excuse ;)

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A winter storm brewed high in the mountains of Mistward on the night Rowan Whitethorn was born.

Enna and Pyotr Whitethorn had been trying to conceive a child for centuries without success. They had all but given up hope and accepted that the rarity of Fae children had left its mark on their family when Enna unexpectedly found out she was pregnant.

Pyotr spent the next nine months in full hovering, territorial, brooding Fae male protective mode, of course. They had been married for centuries; despite the lack of supernatural bond between them, they were still just as attuned to each other as mates or carranam would be. Enna put up with her husband's brooding, tease him though she did about his incessant hovering.

But it was all worth it for their son.

Rowan Whitethorn screamed his way into the world on a dark, snowy winter's night, his infant cry drowning out the whistling winds.

Enna laughed through her tears as she cradled the tiny boy to her chest, gazing down at his bright, pine green eyes as his cries calmed in his mother's arms. "Hello, my little hawk," she whispered, softly caressing the tuft of silvery hair on his little head.

As if her words had imbued him with power, little Rowan shuddered and sneezed.

And two soft, downy, white-tailed hawk's feathers fluttered off of his head.

He did not actually shift into his animal form until he was five hears old, much to his parents' relief.

~

Practically from the day he started to walk, Rowan had a sword in his hand. Pyotr gifted his toddler son a small, harmless wooden toy sword, which little Rowan hauled around with him everywhere, cooing and giggling whenever he smacked a rock or a shrub or a pile of leaves with his toy. Once he was steady enough, his father taught him how to actually swing the toy sword, grinning proudly when he mastered it within hours.

"He's got the makings of a great warrior, my love," Pyotr murmured fondly to his wife as they watched their five-year-old son easily swing his blunted child's sword through the simple series of maneuvers he'd been taught.

"Why does that scare me a little?" Enna asked, leaning into her husband's side, a smile edged with concern sliding onto her face.

Pyotr kissed her silver head, embracing her tighter. "I'll train him, I promise."

"I know you will," she whispered, inhaling sharply when Rowan swung a little too enthusiastically, accidentally flinging the sword down to the stone floor of the courtyard. In the process, of course, the wooden handle hit his foot.

Rowan yelped in shock and pain and childish outrage, hopping on his good foot and clutching his bashed one.

There was a flash of bright green light.

And a young, downy, white-tailed hawk stood in Rowan's place in the courtyard.

The little hawk's bright, alert eyes stared around, taking in the sudden change in location with no small amount of surprise and wordless shock. And then he screeched, flapping his small wings frantically and managing to launch himself a few feet into the air before landing again and half-running, half-fluttering in circles, agitatedly screeching.

Only a few short moments after the unexpected shift, there was another bright flash, and Rowan stood in his Fae form once again, shaking his arms and legs as if to reassure himself he had limbs again, rather than wings and taloned feet.

The first thing he did upon confirming he was himself again was sprint over to Enna and bury his face in her skirts, clutching her legs, his small body shaking.

"Oh, my little hawk," Enna cooed, scooping him into her arms and hugging him tightly, soothing his terror. "It's alright, I'm right here."

"M-m-mum," Rowan whimpered, twining his arms around her neck, grasping her like his lifeline. "What was that?"

"You shifted," she said plainly, stroking her fingers through his pale hair.

"Shifted?" His terror rapidly gave way to curiosity.

"Yes, shifted." Pyotr rubbed his son's back comfortingly. "You, like me, have an animal form as well as a Fae form."

"What's that mean?" Rowan hadn't quite grasped the concept.

"Watch, my son." Pyotr stepped into the middle of the courtyard, rolled his neck, and shifted in a flash of green. Rowan blinked and saw an adult hawk in place of his father, gaping as the hawk launched himself into the air and flew a few loops before landing gracefully and shifting back into Pyotr's familiar form. "That's shifting, my son."

Rowan's jaw hung open. "I wanna do that!" he crowed. "Show me, Da!"

Pyotr chuckled. "We need to start slow, little hawk. But your enthusiasm is a very good thing."

"I wanna fly!" Rowan declared, tugging his father's sleeve. "Please?"

"You will, little hawk." Pyotr swung Rowan up and tossed him into the air, catching him as he laughed with a child's glee. "You will."

~

Rowan was nearly fifteen before he had anything resembling mastery over his shifting, and even then, his gangly teenage limbs often caused him to stumble as he shifted back into Fae form, cursing under his breath at the readjustment to Fae proportions.

"Having trouble, birdbrain?"

"Shut it, pup," Rowan grumbled, flipping a foul gesture at the lanky blonde Fae to his left.

Fenrys Moonbeam snickered. "Hey, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you."

"Piss off," Rowan snorted, chuckling a little. "Are you ever serious, Moonbeam?"

"Not a strength of mine." Fenrys flashed him a grin. "You still up to be my sparring partner?"

"Hell yes." Rowan threw a vicious smirk over his shoulder. "Someone has to knock you on your ass every once in a while, yeah?"

"Fair enough," Fen laughed. "See you at training!"

Rowan, Fenrys and his twin Connall, and their friend Vaughan had all been training with Gavriel since they were old enough to properly train. The older Fae was about the same age as Rowan's parents, and he was one of the most famous living Fae of the age. Gavriel, the Lion--the whispers rippled around the wide-eyed group of young Fae the first day their instructor appeared.

When they arrived at the training grounds that day, though, a curious silence permeated the mountain air.

Fenrys, of course, broke it. "What's going on?"

"Bit of an excursion," Gavriel replied, the warrior's face tight with something oddly close to concern. "Don't get all excited, Moonbeam, it's nothing terribly momentous."

The solid black carriage that pulled into the courtyard almost the instant the words were out of Gav's mouth begged to differ.

"Holy shit!" Fenrys gasped, goggling at the insignia on the carriage door. "That's--"

"Let's go, boys," Gav interrupted. "Her Majesty doesn't like waiting."

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The four young Fae were uncharacteristically silent as the carriage pulled up in front of the great stone castle.

Gavriel swung open the door and leapt out, nodding his encouragement to the teenage Fae. "There's no need to worry," he reassured them calmly, extending one hand. "Her Majesty simply wishes to meet the new crop of warriors, as she does each time there is a new group."

Somewhat calmed by that, Rowan took Gavriel's hand and swung himself down. "Shouldn't keep the Queen waiting, then."

"Indeed not," Connall agreed, jumping down gracefully and tugging his twin with him. "C'mon, Fen, think of Her Majesty as just another Fae female. Only this one has a crown."

Fen snorted something under his breath, earning himself an elbow in the ribs from his brother. "Ouch! Hell, it wasn't that crude!"

"You keep telling yourself that."

Quietly, escorted by four blank-faced demi-Fae guards, they made their way into the palace, following the guards down the silent marble halls until they reached a set of great mahogany double doors, the wood inlaid with glittering veins of ebony. The throne room. Suddenly conscious of himself, Rowan straightened his posture, trying to present himself as much like the Whitethorn prince he was as possible. And he wasn't the only one--Fen and Con and Vaughan also straightened up, putting their shoulders back and placing carefully blank looks on their faces.

The doors swung open, creaking like the wintry wind that curled around the towers.

Almost in unison, the four boys walked up the interminable length of the throne room, their boots clicking against the polished black marble tiles, following Gavriel up to the dais at the front of the cavernous hall. Rowan caught a brief glimpse of his parents standing to the side among the group of nobility, knowing they were probably there at the queen's command.

"Majesty," Gav bowed, dropping to one knee. The four of them followed suit, kneeling in deference to their queen.

Queen Maeve let them kneel for a moment, then tapped her polished nails on the armrest of her ebony throne. "Rise." Smooth as silk and fluid as water, her voice spilled over each of them.

Rowan contained the slight shudder that ran through him at the feeling of the queen's command, having the oddest prickle of a sense that she could see right through all of them.

"The newest trainees, Your Majesty," Gavriel announced, gesturing to the four teenage Fae standing rigidly upright, eyes cased like he'd trained them. "Prince Rowan Whitethorn, Lords Fenrys and Connall Moonbeam, Lord Vaughan Recorre."

Queen Maeve swept her gaze over each of the young warriors one at a time, her dark eyes calculating, considering. She tilted her head to the side, a tiny hint of a smile curling the corner of her crimson lips. "You've done well, Lion."

"I thank you, Your Majesty."

"They are ready, then?"

"If it were up to my discretion?" Gav shook his head. "They need more training before they ought to enter the legions. But Your Majesty always knows best."

"Well spoken," Maeve purred. She turned her serpentine, otherworldly smile onto Rowan. Onto his friends. "I have an offer for you, my young warriors."

Rowan tried to ignore the icy shiver that snaked down his spine at the queen's words, at the unnerving smile on her porcelain face. Tried, and failed.

"How would you like to join the legion of the bloodsworn?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Rowan saw both of his parents stiffen slightly, that word striking something in them. His brows furrowed in confusion, wondering why his mother and father, two of the strongest Fae he knew, would react like that.

The queen, of course, noticed his confused expression. "Prince Rowan," she hummed, drawing his attention to her. "You have a question?"

Rowan didn't even want to know how she'd formed that conclusion. "I...Your Majesty, I don't understand what being bloodsworn means?"

Maeve's smile expanded, the crimson stain of her lips curving across her pale face. "Would you like to know, little hawk?"

A bolt of ice shot down his spine at the queen's use of his parents' familiar nickname, every nerve in his body freezing. Would you like to know?

He'd been trapped.

She knew--somehow, she knew--that he would ask, and she'd trapped him into either accepting this blood swearing without knowing what it was or risking his own neck by saying no.

Before he could speak, though, Fenrys stepped forward, lowering himself to one knee. "I would accept, my queen."

Maeve's black gaze fixed onto the blonde Fae, taking in the surety in his posture, his voice. "You would swear yourself to your queen by blood, Lord Fenrys Moonbeam?"

"It would be my honor, Majesty." Fenrys never wavered.

The queen nodded. "And so you shall, Lord Moonbeam." Withdrawing a slender steel blade from her sleeve, she sliced her forearm. "Come."

As if pulled by some supernatural force, Fenrys rose and approached the throne, knelt again, and placed his lips to the queen's small wound, taking a taste of her blood. When Fen lifted his face, Rowan could have sworn he saw blackness flicker in Fen's dark eyes, but he quickly brushed it off as a trick of the light.

"My queen," Fenrys repeated, kneeling again.

Maeve graced the young lord with a serpentine smile. "My sworn white wolf."

So that was it, the blood oath. Take the queen's blood and thereby swear to her one's life.

Ever so slightly, Enna Whitethorn inclined her head, something Rowan couldn't--wouldn't--name flickering across her face. Go.

So Rowan stepped forwards, knelt at the foot of the dais, and with a voice that somehow felt detached from him, he swore himself to his queen. "It would be my highest honor, Majesty."

"Come."

Come, whispered a dark, ancient voice within Rowan's mind, reaching oily tendrils around his mind and tugging him forwards to meet the queen, to touch his lips to her pale, cool skin, to taste the thick copper tang of her blood.

"Welcome to my sworn warriors, little hawk," Maeve smiled, her voice oozing through his very blood, slick as oil and deadly as steel at the same time.

Connall and Vaughan knelt too, swore their oaths, and accepted the queen's blood, forever binding their lives to their queen's will.

"My cadre," the queen pronounced them, pride and...and something more sinister ringing in her tone. "I see great things for you, my young warriors." As they knelt, she waved her hand. "Go, keep training. I will call for you when I know you are ready."

Something in those words turned Rowan's very blood to ice.

~

The queen's summons awoke him in the darkest hours of the night.

Come. Wake up, little hawk.

Blinking groggily in the thick velvety darkness, Rowan reached blindly for his weapons, strapping his steel to his body and pulling on his boots and following the queen's nudges until he was out in the forest, calmed by the familiar whispers of the trees and the wildlife.

Shift, little hawk.

In hawk form, Rowan hopped up into a tree, launching himself into the night sky from there. Maeve's voice in his mind, in his blood, directed him out over the forest, no time to appreciate the beauty of the night before he was descending into a clearing and shifting back into his Fae body, hand creeping unconsciously to the knife strapped to his thigh.

For he was not alone in the clearing, as evidenced by the warm, golden, gently flickering firelight.

Tread silent on the carpeting of pine needles, Rowan approached the golden sphere of firelight, the queen's firm hand on his blood guiding him to draw his knife, readying his muscles for the pounce.

Until he stopped short, stunned by the female sitting in the sphere of flame, her golden hair loose, fanning about her, its rich color mingling with the hue of the flames she cast.

Maeve's ever-present voice interrupted his momentary reverie.

Kill her.

Rowan blinked. She is a threat, Majesty?

Do you question my orders, little hawk?

Of course not, my queen. Rowan tightened his grip on the hilt of his knife. I would not have flagged this female as a threat, that is all.

Such a softhearted little hawk, the queen crooned. Kill her.

Knowing better than to say anything else, Rowan crept up behind the female, still silent, still unnoticed until he coated his free hand in ice to ward off the fire and caught the female by the neck, placing the razor-sharp point of his knife to her throat, just pricking the skin, a drop of blood welling up at his knife's point.

It was at that moment that all of his instincts screeched to a halt, overridden by the power of the female's blood.

Mate mate mate mate mate.

Rowan's hand shook, completely rattled by the overpowering realization. The female--his mate--was so still in his grasp, wordless, her flames rippling around her hands as if in defense.

Rowan.

Little hawk. Maeve was impatient now, getting ready to invade his mind and take over his body, something she had only done once during the time in which he had been bloodsworn to her.

Rowan would never forget the chilling wrongness of being shoved to the side in his own body, of helplessly watching as the queen, moving his limbs like a puppeteer, committed a slaughter.

Little hawk. Louder now, more insistent, his arm twitching as he fought between his queen's order and his mate's instincts. Rowan. Kill. Her.

Tears erupted from Rowan's eyes. "I'm sorry," he croaked, his knife rattling, shuddering, settling against flesh and blood and bone as the queen reached through his mind and body and forced him to--

ROWAN.

"Rowan!"

Rowan jerked awake, sweat coating his torso, shuddering and shaking and blinking in the soft, flickering light of his wife's flames. Aelin's hands laid against his chest, pressed to his heartbeat, her eyes wide with fear.

"Rowan," she murmured, sliding one hand up to cup his cheek, "it was just a dream, my love."

He loosed a shuddering sigh, twining his arms around his wife, his mate, his queen, who pulled him close and let him lay his head against her neck, sensing her steady pulse. "It felt so real."

"She's gone, my love." Softly, tenderly, Aelin's fingers stroked through his hair, quieting the thundering of his heartbeat. "She's gone. It was just a dream."

Rowan rested his head in the crook of Aelin's neck, drawing lungfuls of her familiar, grounding scent, her presence calming him slowly. He didn't know or particularly care how much time passed before he lifted himself away from her neck, resettling them both back in bed, still wrapped in her embrace.

Aelin kissed his temple, tracing the flowing ink of his tattoo down the side of his face. "I'm right here, buzzard."

Eternally comforted by her presence, Rowan curled into her warmth, soothed, the nightmare fading in the light of Aelin's flames. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply in the scent of his wife, and was finally teetering on the edge of sleep when their bedroom door creaked open and soft scratching footsteps crept into the room.

Instantly, he was on high alert, muscles tensed and ready to spring.

Aelin, more levelheaded than him at the moment, cast a stronger light outward, illuminating the small figure who'd entered the queen and king's bedroom, his big green eyes welling with tears, a soft blanket clutched to his chest.

"M-mama? Dada?"

"Come here, my little love," Aelin murmured, rolling out of bed and striding across the room, scooping her seven-year-old son into her arms.

Brannon Whitethorn Galathynius twined his arms around his mother's neck, burying his face into her shoulder, his small body shaking with sobs and terror. "Mama," he repeated, his small voice cracking.

"I'm right here, Bran," Aelin reassured him, holding him tight, stroking through his messy blonde curls. "Did you have a scary dream?"

As if the words set him off, Bran released a massive sob, clinging tighter to his mother. "Yeah," he cried, his tears soaking through her nightgown.

"Oh, little love," she whispered, settling into bed with her son close to her chest. "It was just a dream, B. It's not real, I promise."

He sniffled, wiping his eyes with a small fist. "Where's Dada?"

"Right here," Rowan murmured, wrapping his arms around Aelin and Bran from behind, rubbing his son's back. "Did you have a bad dream too, little hawk?"

"Mhmm." Bran nodded, still clinging to Aelin even as he peeked over her shoulder, finding his father's steady, even gaze. "Scary dream, Dada."

"Come here, little hawk," Rowan whispered, reassuring Aelin with a gentle caress down the bond as she shifted Bran into his arms, letting their small son cling to his father. "What happened?"

Bran sniffled. "Monster."

"A big one?"

"Yeah." Bran sniffled, reaching up to touch Rowan's tattoos. "Big scary monster chasing me. An' it..." His eyes welled with fresh tears, some spilling down his soft cheeks. "It...said you were all gone, Dada."

"Ah, my son," Rowan murmured, his broad hand spanning his son's back, "stupid monsters can't get me."

Bran managed a half-smile, sniffling. "Had to see Dada."

"Well, here I am, little hawk." Rowan kissed his son's messy head. "If any big scary monsters try to get me, I promise you I'll rip them into shreds."

"So violent," Aelin teased softly, poking his side.

Anything to make my boy know he's safe.

You're an old sap, buzzard. She leaned into his back, pressing a whisper-soft kiss to his shoulder. You've no right to be so endearing at this unholy hour.

His tears drying, Bran snuggled contentedly into his father's arms. "I wanna stay, Dada."

Rowan's lips quirked up, his eyes flicking to Aelin's. "Because your room is scary?"

Bran nodded, blinking sleepily. "No wanna more monsters."

Aelin's soft laughter floated through the room. "Of course you can stay, little love," she whispered, tucking Bran's blanket around him.

Nearly back asleep now, Bran yawned, a big sound for such a small boy. "Night Mama, night Dada."

"Good night, little hawk," Rowan returned softly, settling Bran into the big bed between his parents. "I love you."

Bran mumbled something that sounded vaguely like love you dada, making Rowan's eyes well up with tears of his own.

In three and a half hundred years, he'd never have guessed that he would be so blessed.

~~~

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SO I HAVE BEEN TYPING UP ALL MY THOUGHTS AS I WATCHED HERE YA GO EPISODE 1 COMMENTARY IS POSTED A FEW HOURS AGO and as i watched i got more tired and less wanting to write stuff down

ep3: "burying their feelings"… come on. this whole storyline is just dumb. these kids are actually smart, barring spider of course. like they know by then that the patriarchy is bullshit, right? this whole "men biologically stronger thing", right? this whole "we're men we do this" thing. like c'mon malakai doesn't actually believe this shit…?

(oh also just thinking about ca$h & how darren kinda almost believed chook and how that literally wouldn't make sense cuz he's asexual but also chook was being really traumatising assault-y in that moment so it kinda makes sense if that shook darren and they are prepared to believe the worst of ca$h)

watching this season i am actually full of anxiety half the time. this is rly frustrating. i rly hate this cumlords storyline like it just feels so ooc for many boys the quinni scenes are my only solace

heh! ca$h doing the cook "fuck it" thing with the drugs CA$H ON DRUGS SCENE IS PURE ART

no seriously i rly don't like this season maybe i'm not high enough or maybe i'm not in the right frame of mind but i LOVED the first season but the second one is… idk. giving so much space to boys being patriarchal storyline like i don't fucking care about this ffs

amerie & quinni shenanigans are the best :D these two are such gremlins together

ep4: quinni is literally the highlight of this whole season right now

is no one gonna talk about how timothy is here talking over jojo and interrupting her plans and demeaning her and touching her in a patronising way? what if jojo did this to him. hm?

is everyone seriously that dumb to blame amerie for a recording someone else played during the activity?

ep5: well, i guess jojo is getting roped into this once again and is blamed for this misogynist white man's mistakes. anything else new?

oof feeling quinni a lot ca$h & quinni quality time let's have it

ohhh, i knew quinni was gonna have a moment like this.💚💚💚💚 :'( it was the buildup, i felt that hard (also i love frogs too!!)

ep6: i live how darren is so smell sensitive

LOL 2minute sex love it

ep7:

quinni is everything i am crying

ep8:

darren really out here with the puriteens with a bag that says "god's favorite" i love them

quinni literally just saved two people's lives, three by proxy she literally fucking ran into a burning building and saved lives

annyyyyyways ok that is done

um, final thoughts: there was no sasha redemption arc. she kind of stayed flat as a character, just self-centred. sad, but oh well.

after the whole cumlords storyline eased up i didn't feel so anxious anymore. glad voss got what he fucking deserved.

ca$h & darren endless drama, what else is new BUT all these new scenes give new fodder for wonderful AMVs (that are not anime lol) btw i love them your hunour i still love the love these two share

now i'll go back to my old post and see what parts of the list got ticked off

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Thoughts on Season 3

Yeah, I know, I'm late to the party. I watched this season weekly (except for episode 8, which I watched the same week as episode 1-I wasn't about to wait 8 weeks to see the CG episode) because screw binge culture I feel that’s just how Animaniacs should be watched (although daily works too). This won't be a review of each episode, just a list of random thoughts I had about the season:

—I already thought Titmouse's animation for the show was phenomenal, but it somehow managed to look even better in “Season 3 and WB”! And it’s always great to see more Nora. If Animaniacs does make another comeback I hope they don’t only stick with characters from the original series (plus some inevitable new ones) because nOsTaLGiA. It would suck if we never saw Nora or Julia or anyone from the reboot again.

—It’s nice to see certain catchphrases be brought back, like Wakko’s “Faboo!” and Dot’s “Boys.” Although it’s almost like a monkey’s paw situation, because Yakko doesn’t say “Goodnight Everybody!” at all this season. Not even once. Has that happened thoughout an entire season of Animaniacs...ever? This isn’t a complaint (it doesn’t really matter), but it’s surprising.

--OK, Cindy's officially my third favourite recurring character the reboot introduced. I'm glad her and Starbox got more segments this season, I like them a little more now!

—I like how “Soda-pressed” and “The Island of Dr Warneau” give insight as to what would happen if the Warners were the perfectly behaved, compliant, innocent children the studio always wanted them to be-they'd be miserable, like GiGi and the clones. The Warners may be chaotic and mess about a lot but at least they have a backbone.

--After "Planet Warner" I wonder how many toons in-universe are rejected pitches...it's gotta be ALOT. I liked the reference to "Opportunity Knox" in Talladega Mice (even the usually narcissistic Brain had to admit that plan was poorly thought out), especially since it's usually the Warners who reference their adventures in the original show, whilst Pinky and the Brain almost never reference their past adventures in the original show or their spin off in the reboot. Also, "D.I.Why?" is gonna be stuck in my head for ages, particularly Wakko's verse.

--I REALLY wish "Fantasy" and "Teeniacs" were longer instead of being cold opens. A Warners/Pinky and the Brain crossover and the Warners in high school? I would've watched an entire half hour each of both of those! As they are, they're both still good though.

—There are six Warner siblings now. Sorry I don’t make the rules.

(Seriously though, the clones were so cute! And I commend the segment for having a great moral about cutting out toxic family members.)

--Fun fact, "Global Warnering" was supposed to be in season 2! It's nice to see the Warners go up against another toon/talking animal again, it felt like pretty much all of the "special friends" in the reboot before season 3 were humans. They were mostly humans in the original show too, but some were talking animals. Also my goodness was "Here Comes The Sea!" catchy. Pretty brutal that the Warners basically kill the guy at the end...but let's be honest he deserved it.

--It's nice to know that canonically Brain did feel guilty over what he did to Julia. Ironic that in trying to deal with his feelings of guilt be ends up repeating the same mistake as before-trying to have complete control of Julia, just In a less overt way. I've seen people say that this was an awful thing to do and his way of dealing with it doesn't make sense because it doesn't actually fix anything but...I'm pretty sure that was the point you guys. Brain's an emotionally unintelligent narcissistic control freak, and always has been. In the spin off he once referred to himself crying as his eyes leaking. What Brain does get is math and science-so he did the only thing he knew. He's not in touch with his emotions and is content with sticking with what he knows doing the same things over and over again, which of course leads to him making the same mistakes. Meanwhile, Julia is in touch with her emotions and is willing to change. Julia's his foil, this whole storyline is basically deconstructing Brain as a character. The only thing I don't get is why is he in love with her? I'm glad the feelings clearly aren't reciprocated, but last time he met a mouse that seemingly became as smart as him (Billie) that was a turn off for him. Or maybe he IS at least a little threatened by Julia's intelligence and that's why he programmed her to be a housewife?

--Basically, I do have some issues with the Julia storyline (as funny as she is they could've done something more interesting and nuanced than turning her into a Saturday Morning Cartoon villain, I could do without Brain actually having feelings for her, and I think her trying to take Pinky away from Brain because she genuinely thinks he'd be better off without him would have been more interesting than her basically ignoring Pinky most of the time) but showcasing Brain's flaws isn't one of them. I'm glad the real Julia showed up in episode 7, would've sucked if what's unfortunately probably gonna be her last appearance in anything ever technically didn't even have her appear. I'll admit I don't really see the point of having two Julias now but I'm guessing they would've done something cool with that plotline. Maybe one day they will! Hopefully the idea for season 4 was that Brain would finally attempt to make things right for real.

--I liked episode 8 overall, but yeah that first scene sucked. I'm not gonna debate this with anyone in the comments-I don't like it. Not just the comments about Wakko, the "boomer" joke and the "lol girls don't play video games!" joke in 2023 were pretty lame. But I'm not gonna rant about it, plenty of people have already. That being said, the Warners looked great in CG, and the rest of the episode was actually funny. They even referenced the Sega Genesis/Mega Drive and Game Boy Animaniacs game and got a studio (Flystudio) who actually worked on Super Smash Bros. Ultimate to do the 3D animation!

--Also, did not expect Starbox and Cindy of all things to get some sense of closure, with it seeming like Starbox will eventually warm up to living with Cindy. Yeah there's that cliff-hanger...but the clone will probably end up like the last one lol.

--One of the scientists who conducted the "Learned Helplessness" experiment on Brain appears near the beginning of episode 9. I swear he even has more white hairs now, neat detail. Also, I guess Yakko being lactose-intolerant is now officially a constant thing in canon and not just a random gag, that's cool. "How The Brain Thieved Christmas" was fine, but Brain is basically learning the same thing he learned in the original PatB Christmas special. That dub-step remix of "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" was unexpected but awesome, and "We Could Try to Do It, Santa" was great too!

--If "Some of Humanity's Wins" ends up being the last full Animaniacs song we ever get (with the Warners' og voices at least), then that's not a bad song to go out on, I like the optimistic message! And I'm so glad to hear Sherri Stoner as Slappy again, she literally sounds the same as she did decades ago, that's amazing. Slappy being retired makes way too much sense.

--So...about that ending. Apparently the meteor was more of a metaphor wasn't meant to be taken too literally. Even if you ignore what Gabe Swarr said on Twitter about how the Warners survived (plus Everyday Safety likely being an in-universe filmed sketch anyway), Yakko has outright said he's impervious to physical harm in "Yakko Amakko" and Wakko said they're immortal in "WARnerGAMES". So I'm just gonna assume the Warners are fine. And although it does technically count as a downer ending, the comedic timing of the meteor's impact was too good for me to hate it. And hey, unlike the original series there was no implication they'd be locked up in the water tower this time so...yay...?

--Here's my ranking of the episodes (from best to worst):

3, 7, 6, 10, 9, 5, 1, 8, 4, 2

I'll keep this last paragraph brief, this post is getting pretty long. The best moments in season 3 are some of the best of the reboot, period. I'm gonna miss this show, I wouldn't even be into Animaniacs without it, and it deserves to have more episodes.

I like to think maybe some day it will!

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