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STARS FADING BUT I LINGER ON, DEAR

PAIRING. dan heng x gn!reader; dan feng x gn!reader

CONTENT WARNINGS. torture and imprisonment but nothing graphic or in detail!!

WORD COUNT. 5,332

SUMMARY. dan heng has been having dreams about you. they started off good—like a fairytale even. but soon he’s been getting the feeling something is wrong. you’re trapped and alone and can’t escape. dan heng wonders if his dreams are telling him something. and if they are…what is there for him to do?

SOF’S NOTE. *shoves this fic in everyone’s face* LOOK AT THIS! LOOK AT MY BABY!! PLS LOVE IT AND TREASURE IT!!! CRADLE IT GENTLE IN UR HANDS!!!! okay on a more serious note ahdjkdkd thank u anon for this amazing request i absolutely adored writing this 🥺🫶 idk where all the flower symbolism and dreams came from bc ik its not the in req but yk what it spoke to me for this story so i rolled w it HDJSKD i hope y’all enjoy!! :>

“What are all those flowers for?” you giggled, watching as Dan Feng entered the room with a cart full of peonies in tow.

It looked a little ridiculous; the elegant and renowned Imbibitor Lunae wheeling around an absurd amount of white, pink, and red flowers. But Dan Feng never cared about pretenses when he was with you. He always felt comfortable enough to be himself, no matter how ridiculous it appeared.

As he approached, he held a small, blooming red peony out between his fingertips. “They’re for you, naturally.”

He brushed your hair aside and gently tucked the stem of the flower behind your ear, admiring how the deep red of the flower complimented your complexion.

“Beautiful.”

You looked down at your feet with a small chuckle before meeting his gaze again. “Thank you. You’re beautiful as well.”

“Thank you, my love,” said Dan Feng, his hand resting on your waist as he planted a kiss on your forehead. “Do you like the flowers?”

You nodded, feeling the soft petals of the flower in your hair between your fingers as you stared at the bundles of peonies in the cart he brought in. Dan Feng walked over when he saw you staring and led you to each section of colors.

“These are pink—to show my affection for you.” He picked a flower and kissed the petals before bringing it to your mouth to reciprocate. You obliged with a giggle and he smiled and hid the scandalous flower in his sleeves. “These are white peonies, to let you know I’m always thinking of you.”

You placed your hand on his chest, feeling the careful embroidery on the silken fabrics. “You’re always on my mind, too.”

“Good,” he jested. “As I should be.”

Without warning, he brought your body flush against his chest and captured your mouth with his own, softly tugging at your lower lip. You chased after his touch to give him a kiss of your own, but he soon pulled away with a teasing grin on his face.

You pouted. “Hey!”

“Patience, beloved,” said Dan Feng. “I still haven’t gotten to the last color.”

“Oh, my sincere apologies,” you said sarcastically, knowing he was the very reason he hadn’t finished his own speech. “Please, carry on.”

“Since you asked nicely.” He cupped your face and stroked the petals on the flower behind your ear. The sensation of his light fingers brushing against the soft flower petals tickled the skin around your ear and you felt your breath catch in your throat. “This flower is a red peony, to symbolize just how passionate I am for you.” Dan Heng stared into your eyes before he spoke. “I hope you know how much I love you, truly.”

“I know,” you said, gaze not once meeting his. Your stomach tightened and your heart started beating faster as you placed his warm hand on your chest. “I love you, Dan Feng. Every part of my being is yours.”

“And mine, yours.”

Dan Feng took your hand in his, leading you into your bed chambers. You had never felt more loved and wanted than in this moment. But when you entered the room and looked up, the hand you were holding was no longer Dan Feng’s.

Instead, your hand was clutching an iron bar instead of your lover’s hand, shackled in chains on your wrists and ankles. Dan Feng was gone and you were stuck in here for eternity.

You cried out, body racking with helpless sobs. Every fiber of your being—mind, body, spirit—missed him so much. The worst part wasn’t the torture, the solitary confinement, the lack of access to basic human needs.

No, that was nothing.

Nothing compared to knowing you would never see Dan Feng again.

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Dan Heng woke with a start, hair plastered to us forehead with sweat. His pillow and blanket were both strewn across the floor of the Archives and he found himself on his bed alone, a heavy pounding coming from the place where his heart should be. His heart hurt so much he wondered if it was even his.

He squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to take a deep breath to calm himself down.

That was the third time this week Dan Heng had a dream like that.

Before, it wasn’t terribly uncommon for him to dream about your experiences with his past reincarnation. Dan Heng thought it was strange at first— Why is he dreaming of your memories rather than Dan Feng’s? But the Archives had no answer, so he was forced to accept the fact with mild curiosity as he grew accustomed to the untraditional visions that manifested as dreams that he has been having.

Still, the strange part wasn’t that he had dreams of you, the strange part was that recently, since the Astral Express left Luofu, Dan Heng has been getting bad dreams of you. Or, to be precise, he’s been experiencing bad memories you have gone through.

Dan Heng thought the torture was the worst of it. As cold blades cut against your warm skin, Dan Heng felt each push. Each puncture. Each drop of blood they drew from your veins. He woke up constantly in pain, checking his own body to be sure it wasn’t happening to him.

But he learned a new form of torture that came from the heart. The solitude and loneliness. The knowledge that the one you loved most has perished— Was forced to reincarnate and never see you again.

The pain on his body was temporary. But Dan Heng felt the ache in your soul every minute of every day.

He just doubted there was anything he could do to stop it.

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“Y/N,” came a quiet voice from outside the cell. “I came to check on you again.”

You looked up from your thin futon to meet Jing Yuan’s remorseful eyes. Your living conditions have been upgraded from those you’ve experienced for decades now. No longer were you in chains— You had access to a bath, and they even offered you books and enough food to sustain you. All while confined in a cell, of course.

Perhaps they no longer viewed you as a threat. Not that they should have ever viewed you as such in the first place. You didn’t understand why you were punished solely for being Dan Feng’s lover. You weren’t a warrior. You didn’t hold any position of power. You were a scholar and lover of books and plants. But you’re an accomplice, the Preceptors said as they mercilessly chained you up.

If you weren’t knocked into unconsciousness moments after, you would’ve spit at their faces as they took you away.

“Y/N…”

You snapped out of your thoughts, dragging your gaze to the man in front of your cell. Placing your book to the side, you smiled up at Jing Yuan. “Sorry about that. I was a little out of it there.”

Jing Yuan frowned and your heart moved, feeling the depth of his sadness. “No need to apologize. Tell me, how have you been?”

“Good, I have to say,” you said, sitting up straight on your bed. “I’m almost finished with the book you gave me last time.”

He smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m glad.”

“Is something the matter?” you asked as you stood and walked over to him, offering a hand of comfort through the iron bars.

Jing Yuan took it, giving you a gentle squeeze before dropped your hand. The rush of human contact, despite how brief it was, coursed through you. It’s been so long since you felt the touch of another person.

“Dan Heng and his friends left the Xianzhou Luofu,” he said solemnly.

Your eyes shut as you let your forehead press against the cool metal of your cell. A tear fell down your cheek but a smile remained on your face. “That’s… That is good. He should be free from this place. Dan Heng is happiest that way, correct?”

“That is how it seems,” Jing Yuan sighed. He held back his words for a moment, hesitant. But as he looked at you, he could not longer keep it in. “Do you still think it was the right decision to not inform Dan Heng that you are here?”

You let out a quiet laugh, taking a seat on the floor and Jing Yuan soon followed suit. “What would he do with that information? What if he felt guilty—? That could hold him back.”

“Are you certain that is a choice for you to make?”

Sighing, you shook your head. It wasn’t your choice to make; it was Dan Heng’s. You knew that deep down inside. But what could you do when you were aware of Dan Heng’s aversion to his past—to any potential connection to Dan Feng? And thus, any connection to you?

You felt it, you dreamed about it. Dan Heng’s hatred for his past reincarnation. You mourned for them. Both Dan Feng and Dan Heng. For the former, you knew it must be hard having no connection to your reincarnation. Was his soul no longer tethered to this world? Perhaps he felt lost, even in the afterlife. For the latter, you did not blame any resentment that came from him. You knew all too well that being judged and punished based off the actions of another person was unjust. You wouldn’t wish it upon anybody.

And so, it made sense to you that Dan Heng wanted to accept his past for what it was, and then be free from it. You did not want to interfere with that. Especially not when he was so close to healing and making a good, happy life for himself.

And now, after Jing Yuan told you Dan Heng and his friends finished their adventures in the Xianzhou Luofu, excited to take on the rest of the galaxies, you thought that maybe you made the right choice. You would be happy enough here, alone in this prison, if you knew your beloved was free.

It was a decision you made yourself, for Dan Heng.

And it was one you hoped you wouldn’t regret.

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“Foolish! No!” Dan Heng thrashed in his sleep, wanting to reach out and shake you to your senses. He’s had terrible dream after terrible dream, but this was one he couldn’t simply let go of.

This one seemed more recent than any of the others. That was not a dream of a distant memory from long ago— No, the Astral Express that Jing Yuan spoke of in Dan Heng’s dream had only departed Xianzhou Luofu a few days ago now. That meant you were there, locked up right under his nose, for the entirety of his stay at the Luofu. And no one told him a thing.

Dan Heng had to control his fury. He felt hurt and betrayed, despite not having a true, personal connection with you himself. He wasn’t Dan Feng and, deep down, he recognized he didn’t have a claim to your thoughts, feelings, and emotions. But the pain he felt from knowing you were there, and that maybe, just maybe, he could’ve done something to help you sooner, was something Dan Heng couldn’t shake.

He knew what he had to do.

Perhaps it was bold, impulsive, and maybe dismissive of their current plans, but he had to do it. Dan Heng took a deep breath, not waiting for the night to turn into day. He was going to ask Pom-Pom to please turn this damn train around.

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“Where are they?”

Much to no one’s surprise, Jing Yuan seemed to know exactly what Dan Heng was talking about. What else could be important enough for Dan Heng to barge into the Seat of Divine Foresight without a word of warning?

Jing Yuan quickly excused the meeting he was holding, biding a quick apology and saying they would reconvene shortly. Despite the newfound privacy, he still didn’t reveal anything to Dan Heng.

“Well, good afternoon to you as well, Dan Heng—”

“Stop. There’s no time for formalities right now.” Dan Heng folded his arms, hands clutched into tight fists by his sides. “Where are the Preceptors keeping them? And why the hell haven’t you done anything to help Y/N?”

With a heavy sigh, Jing Yuan took a seat in his chair, gesturing Dan Heng to sit across from him. A gesture Dan Heng pointedly ignored. He wasn’t here to sit down and take his time. He wanted to know where you were now so he could get you out of there. The torture, the poor treatment, the punishment for something you didn’t do... It wasn’t fair. He could hardly put up with it in his dreams. He wondered how it was possible for you to even be surviving all this time.

“It may surprise to you here,” Jing Yuan stated, voice low, “but as much influence I have over Xianzhou, the Preceptors unfortunately remain untouched by that.”

Dan Heng’s grip loosened, momentarily feeling guilty for assuming Jing Yuan did not try to help you in any way. From what his dreams could see, Jing Yuan was one of the only people who frequently visited you— Which was already more than he could say for himself.

His face hardened but he relented. “I’m sorry for suggesting such a thing.”

Jing Yuan gave him a half-smile through hooded eyes. “If you hold any recollection of Dan Feng’s time with them, I don’t blame you for having such a severe reaction. Y/N was—is…remarkable.”

“I shouldn’t know that myself,” said Dan Heng quietly. “Yet somehow, I know you’re right.”

He looked at the ground solemnly, suddenly frightened that he wouldn’t be able to do anything to help you after all. If the Cloud Knight General Jing Yuan couldn’t influence the Preceptors, what could he do?

He shook the negative thoughts out of his head. Sure, Dan Heng wasn’t Jing Yuan, but he was the reincarnation of Dan Feng, the previous High Elder and Imbibitor Lunae. Dan Heng was the friend and ally of current High Elder Bailu. Dan Heng had the General backing him with a token of alliance. And Dan Heng would stop at nothing to free you from your shackles.

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The process was more painstaking than Dan Heng had originally thought. After informing Jing Yuan of his plan to speak to Bailu, Dan Heng soon realized that conversing with her would be the easiest part.

The Dragon Lady was kind and had a good heart. She cared for other people and didn’t want to see anyone in pain. The difficult part came from feeling the lack of respect the Preceptors had for her. They treated her as more of a child than a High Elder, even withholding her title of Imbibitor Lunae until they deemed she was “of age.” But Dan Heng thought she had more sense and knowledge than all of the Preceptors combined.

It took negotiations, possible acts of coercion that broke many Vidyadhara laws, and even the threat of Dan Heng to follow in his past life’s footsteps and destroy the seal at Scalegorge Waterscape and many more places… But Dan Heng, along with the assistance and backing of Bailu and Jing Yuan, finally got the Preceptors to agree to release you without forcing a reincarnation.

You had suffered decades for a crime you had no hand in committing. The Preceptors were simply scared your love for Dan Feng would influence you to be a main headpiece in carrying out the rebellion against the Xianzhou Luofu—hence why those in charge had originally agreed to keep you here. But Jing Yuan was the residing general now, and with his army at his side, he was able to voice that he no longer viewed imprisonment on this land to be befitting of you as a solid conclusion. Bailu stated, as a complete bluff that anyone could have seen right through, that if you were not released immediately and given the opportunity to be reconnected with Dan Heng, she would no longer be as willing to repair any seals, should they be harmed in the future.

Somehow, instead of all three of them getting locked up for treason or whatever Vidyadhara laws they horribly crossed, they managed to succeed in their goal of winning your freedom. The Preceptors wrote in their official records the release date of prisoner Y/N and agreed to escort one of them to your cell.

Jing Yuan and Bailu, of course, both opted for Dan Heng to be the person who sees you first. But only after making him promise they would get to see you once you settled into your new life.

Dan Heng smiled, thanking them for their part in this operation. And when night came, he spoke his vow to you under the endless stars.

He would see you soon. And this time, he would never let anything bad happen to you again.

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“More peonies?” you asked with a laugh, staring in awe at the field of flowers that were newly planted on the grounds of your estate. The bright colors of the petals flushed against the dark green of the leaves lined the gardens of your grand quarters.

Dan Feng nodded, the trimmings on his sleeves detailed with the faint embroidery of petals dancing around the wind. Your heart warmed when you saw it. It was fitting for him, such a beautiful and caring soul.

“I had them planted for you,” he said, gesturing at the arrangement around you. He smiled, his eyes glinting. “Because one cartful just wasn’t enough.”

You shook your head as you went around the rows of peonies, touching the petals in awe of the spring bloom in the air. The smell was sweet and the wind was cool, providing the right amount of breeze to offset the heat of the sun. First, you went to the patch of white peonies, then pink, then red. Then, you noticed a shade Dan Feng hadn’t given to you before.

“Yellow peonies?” you said curiously, Dan Feng following along as you explored the gardens fit for royalty. Because, he had said before, to him, you were.

“Indeed.” He plucked one from the bush, careful not to ruin the stem of the plant itself. Slowly, he brought it up against the light in the sky. “Yellow. As radiant as the sun.”

You stared up, shading your eyes as to not get blinded by the brightness. “It shines almost as brightly as you.”

Dan Feng made a noise of amusement at your words. “I should be the one saying that to you.”

“Perhaps you should speak faster,” you teased.

You walked over to him, placing your hand in his and leading him to a field of grass. When you got to an area you liked, you sat down on the floor, gesturing for him to follow suit. Dan Feng brushed at the fabric of his clothes once before happily obliging. As you sat there, you looked over at Dan Feng and studied the look of serenity on his face. His expression was calm, his eyes were soft and the corners of his mouth tilted ever so slightly into a smile. In the hand that was not holding yours, he held the yellow peony still in hand.

“Does it symbolize anything? Like the others?”

He nodded. “Yellow peonies are rare to come by. Only the most renowned of breeders can craft one to the perfect shade.”

At his words, you looked back at the abundant row of yellow peonies dressing your land. You wondered how much effort he went through in searching for the perfect shade to gift you.

“They’re to symbolize my wishes for you,” stated Dan Feng, toying with the edge of a petal with his thumb. “I wish to bestow upon you luck and prosperity, for the rest of your life.”

“I think I’ve used all the luck I possibly could, finding someone like you,” you giggled, bumping your shoulder against his before leaning your head on it. Dan Feng breathed deeply, resting his head on top of yours. “And the only prosperity I wish for is to be prosperous in love. With you.”

He laughed, a deep rumble vibrating against your body. “So, all your wishes of luck and prosperity have already come true? What need was there for me to gift you these flowers, then?”

You held your palm out, waiting for Dan Feng to place the yellow peony at its center. He gently laid it there, letting his fingers linger against your skin.

“I’m glad you gifted me these,” you reassured him. “Now, when I walk by, they will always serve as a reminder of the radiant peony right in front of me.”

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The next morning, Dan Heng entered the dark corridor with a flower tucked into a hidden pocket of his outer garments.

While he was nervous about how you might react to him going against your wishes that you expressed to Jing Yuan, his determination to assure your freedom was more than enough to counteract that. If Dan Heng truly wanted to be freed of his past and atone for the wrongdoings of Dan Feng, he would need to make sure no one else was being punished for his actions.

He had helped repair the Ambrosial Arbor’s seal at Scalegeorge Waterscape, to atone for Dan Feng’s acts against the current High Elder and all of the Luofu Vidyadhara. Now, he would release you from decades of unjust punishment you suffered simply for being associated with him.

“Y/N, you have a visitor,” one of the Preceptors said dryly, unlocking a cell. The hooded man could hardly hide the look of distaste on his face a before he rolled his eyes and walked away. “I’m sure you two must have plenty to catch up on. Leave here quickly before we change our minds.”

Dan Heng peered into the entrance, his gaze meeting your confused and alarmed face in an instant.

You looked between Dan Heng and the open cell, not a Preceptor in sight. “Is this a test?”

He shook his head, showing you the official pardon signed by Bailu, Jing Yuan, and a representative of the Preceptors. You held the document in your hands, reading its contents and feeling the seal to believe it’s legitimacy, before giving it back to him. He felt your hands tremble as you made brief contact with his and he was overcome with the urge to comfort you.

“This isn’t a test,” he promised, looking into your eyes in hopes you would see the truth in them. “You really are free from here.”

You let out an amused noise of disbelief, shaking your head. “Oh, Dan Heng… What did you do?”

He startled at the sound of his name coming from your lips. He was so accustomed to you only repeating Dan Feng over and over in his dreams that this felt almost refreshing.

“Rather, what did Jing Yuan do?” you corrected, laughing quietly as you stood up from your seated position. Your robes, once beautifully crafted, were worn and tattered. But the light in your eyes never waned. “I told him not to tell you.”

“He didn’t,” said Dan Heng. He considered his statement before adding, “I suppose eventually he did confirm it, but I was the one who confronted him about it.”

You raised a curious brow. “And how, pray tell, did you know about this…situation?”

“From my dreams.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. For once, you were speechless.

“I know it’s more normal to have dreams about your past reincarnation,” he stated, neatly folding the document in his hands before sliding it away into his pocket. “But, while I occasionally had dreams of Dan Feng’s life—bad ones normally, might I add—it’s been more common to have dreams of you.”

With a slow and shaky breath, you shut your eyes to think. “You’d had dreams of Dan Feng’s memories of me, do you mean?”

He shook his head. “No. They’re dreams of your memories. Some included your moments with Dan Feng from long ago, yes. Others were you in this prison. A recent one was of Jing Yuan visiting you and in it you said not to tell me about this.”

You chuckled helplessly. “What good did that do, after all?”

“Why didn’t you want me to know? Why didn’t you want me to help you?”

“It wasn’t that!” you protested, your eyes telling stories your words could not keep up with. You sighed. “Okay, it was.”

Dan Heng let out a sharp breath.

“However, it’s not for the reasons you might be thinking,” you corrected, arms folded over your chest. “I’ve come to accept my life being imprisoned here. It’s given me a lot of time to think and reflect. And, similar to you, I’ve occasionally had dreams of you, Dan Heng.”

He tilted his head to the side.

“They weren’t long nor were they frequent. But what I have gathered from them, scarce as they were, is you resent Dan Feng. You don’t want any ties to your past. And you’ve accomplished so much growth and closure, finally freeing yourself from all that burdened you. What good would it be to drag you back here and make you relive this?”

“You sound ridiculous.”

His words were harsh and it stopped you right in your tracks. You stared at him, eyes wide as they peered into his, but he couldn’t let that stop the words of logic from coming out of his mouth.

“You’re not a saint nor are you a martyr. You don’t have to try to be one. You’re a person, and for that you should be free in your own right. You’re a Vidyadhara, trapped and punished for actions that were not your own. I understand what you’ve been through— I’ve been there, too.” Dan Heng held his hand out to you from outside your prison cell, waiting for you to walk out and accept it. “Furthermore, you are a kind and loving soul, and you don’t deserve to spend a single moment in this place. Please, accept my help.”

Your cheeks were wet as you nodded your head. Slowly, you placed your cold, shaky hand in his. He felt your cool skin against his warm one and he enveloped your hands gently, brushing your knuckles with his thumb to share the heat in his body.

“I’ve wanted to get out of here so badly,” you admitted through silent tears. “I hated being confined and alone. I felt helpless. Pathetic.” He watched with a heavy heart as you wiped your own tears away. Could he reach out and do it for you instead? He chastised himself. As much as he wanted to, he had no right. “But you suffered so much in your past life—in this life even. I didn’t want to cause you any more pain.”

Dan Heng shook his head. “What brings me the most pain is knowing you were suffering for so long, and I didn’t help you.”

“How could you help when you didn’t know?” you reasoned with a sad smile. “I’m sorry for making Jing Yuan promise to never let you know.”

His eyes squeezed shut as a sharp pang ran through his heart. “Please. Please promise me you won’t do something like that again. If you need me, I want to be there for you. Always.”

You gaze widened at his words before you recollected yourself.

Dan Heng winced as he understood what he said. His mind and soul were confused. He knew he wasn’t Dan Feng, that this was the first moment he has ever had with you. But why does he feel like he’s known you forever?

After a few moments of silence, as if you were giving him time to amend what he said, you finally spoke. “Okay. I promise.”

He felt every muscle in his body relax at those words. He knew the promise you spoke was true to your heart. Dan Heng believed it with all his being and he let that console him.

“Thank you,” he breathed.

With one of your hands still in his, he slowly led you out of the corridor and up the stairs, away from your cold and dark prison.

“What are you going to do now that you’re free?” Dan Heng asked, hating himself for hoping your future plans would somehow include keeping in touch with him. “Will you…stay on the Luofu?”

Your body tensed as a shiver went down your spine. You shook your head fervently as your expression twisted into one of grief. Dan Heng’s heart stirred at the sight. He knew that feeling all too well, and it pained him knowing you had similar conflicts to go through. “No, that’s the last thing I want to do. I won’t stay here. At least not now.”

“I understand.”

You gave him a weak, but hopeful smile as he squeezed your hand softly.

“And you?” you wondered, looking at him with thoughtful and eyes as you awaited his response.

“I’m going to the Astral Express to continue on with our adventures,” he said with his lips upturned. “It’s a great place to call home, especially when you’ve lost the only place you had once called home.” He stared at you for a moment. “If you would like to join us—join me—I think you would very much enjoy it.”

You teared up at his offer. “Can you really just invite people like that?”

Dan Heng briefly thought of the girl they picked us as an icicle and the boy who they found with no knowledge of the past. He considered your situation. “Yes, we really can.”

The sunlight from outside finally started shining through the walkway, signaling that you were almost out as a freed person.

“Also,” he said, before he could forget, “I, myself, would want you to come join our crew, even if it’s only for a little while. You can stay for as long as you want, and leave whenever you want as well.”

Your ears perked up at that. “I like the sound of that. If the Astral Express will have me, then I would love to join.”

Dan Heng smiled as he patted the top of your head. Your body relaxed at his touch as you leaned into him, and he continued to hold onto you as you approached the exit. “No one will threaten your freedom ever again. That is my oath to you.”

You started at him, brows furrowed in determination. “And I vow the same to you. These new beginnings will bring only freedom and prosperity.”

At that word, Dan Heng suddenly remembered the small gift he brought for you. He blushed as he felt the soft petals of the peony in his large pocket.

“I have something for you,” he said, slowly stopping in his tracks. He turned towards you and you followed suit, tilting your head to the side in question. “It’s nothing big. But it’s a token. A reminder.”

He held out the peony in one hand, watching as your eyes lit up at the sight of it. Your mouth widened as you let out a noise of laughter, accepting his gift and holding it close to your chest.

“Thank you, Dan Heng,” you said, tears of happiness filling your eyes. “I love it.”

It wasn’t yellow— He wasn’t the bright and radiant Dan Feng you knew and loved. It wasn’t red or pink, even. While he felt traces of love and attraction for you from his past memories, he knew in his heart that wasn’t really him developing those feelings for you.

Instead, it was a white peony.

You were always in his thoughts. It was both a blank slate, and a gentle reminder. He would never forget you, and as he got to experience life with you, who knew what dashes of color would be mixed in next with this pearly white.

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shirefantasies · 2 months

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the fellowship and how they would comfort you after a nightmare

Sure thing! This is such a cute idea I love it 🥺 no detail is given about the nature of the nightmare, so it’s pretty fluffy & open to interpretation 🥰

How The Fellowship Comforts You After a Nightmare

Aragorn

A pair of hands catch you about the waist. “Careful, beloved, you almost fell,” a deep voice whispers. Aragorn. You start despite the comforting voice, and he notices. Fixing you with a look of concern, he nods encouragingly, letting you speak; you tell him it was a nightmare. “What happened?” He asks, and he listens with great interest as you describe what you saw, what your mind forced you to experience. “The night can be false,” he tells you, moving so close you can feel his breath upon your ear, “bringing forth our greatest fears. But I am here with you in its darkness.” Nodding, you give a small smile as he takes your hands. “Come here,” he beckons, and acquiescing he tucks you into him, your back against his chest and his arm draped over you protectively.

Legolas

“Come." You hear Legolas before you see him, feel the way he reaches for you. Fingers intertwine with yours and shakily you reciprocate the grip. He raises you gently to a seated position, holding you lightly about the waist as you rotate in tandem. You’re facing the window, you realize, looking out into the night. “The stars,” Legolas breathes, “ever have they provided us with hope and comfort. They are looking out for us.” Mystic as his words are, you cannot help but admit that focusing on the distant, twinkling lights is calming, especially in Legolas’s arms. Silently, you nod. Legolas peers down at you thoughtfully before speaking again, pointing out stars and constellations until you are lulled into a much more peaceful sleep.

Boromir

A tear slides down your cheek, but before the lines to reality are fully crossed you feel a hand caress you, wipe the droplet gently. “What ever is the matter?” A voice you would recognize anywhere: Boromir. Before you can speak you’re latching onto him. Stroking the crown of your head, he questions again, this time asking if you are all right. “I will be,” you answer shakily. His lips fall to yours, firmly but with a sense of care, of loving. “Good. You have me until then, and, I’m afraid, long after that, too,” he jokes, pulling you closer. “That means more than you could ever know,” you mutter, nuzzling into his neck and giving in when he shifts to his back, your body draped over his like a warm blanket.

Gimli

Gasping and shooting upward, you are met with a shout that has you exclaiming as well, heart thundering in your chest. Suddenly, looking as though he’s been slapped, Gimli reaches for your hand, taking it in both of his. “Whatever is the matter, my jewel?” You cannot help cracking a feeble smile at his words of endearment even through the involuntary terror you’d awoken to. You apologize, tell him a nightmare had taken you. “Not if I have anything to say about it!” Gimli retorts. “Does it realize who it is up against?” Cue your beloved dwarf highlighting every amazing thing about you, from your beauty to your fighting spirit to simply poetry, all the wonderful things in this world you remind him of. “So if some dream thinks it can take you, it is sorely mistaken,” he concludes, looking satisfied at the upward tug of your lips, the bashful way your head falls against his chest.

Frodo

Stirs with immediate knowledge and understanding of what you are going through, having experienced it many times himself. No words are necessary, only the small, sad nod you share. Frodo's hand immediately trails up and down your arm, spreading grounding warmth across your skin. Your head falls back against his chest in defeat and with a deep breath, he pulls you flush against him, lips pressing against the crown of your head. Frodo never demands words, but listens with deep thoughtfulness if you wish to volunteer them and even shares any similarities in his so you know you are not alone. Especially if any of them embody your worst intrusive thoughts, the hardest things to share aloud. He only feels comfortable sharing the events of his own nightmares because of this dark bond you share, but seeing your face and feeling the caress of your hand upon his cheek is all it takes to cast a light back into his eyes, one that sparks the same for you.

Sam

Sam’s hold upon you is the first awareness you achieve as you are thrust back into reality, your eyelashes fluttering as you make out his form. The moment tension fades from your body, he’s pulling you into him, rocking you gently and running his hand through or over your hair. “Sam, I’m sorry -” “Shhh,” he soothes, smiling gently, almost tearfully, “there’s no need. There’s no need at all. Let’s just stay here.” At your nod, he rests his chin atop your head and tucks your bodies as close into each other as possible, limbs fitting together like puzzle pieces. The last sensation you remember before drifting off to sleep is Sam’s lips lightly pressed against your cheek.

Merry

A gasp alerts Merry to your plight, sending him shooting up into a seated position, looking around the room with concern before his eyes fall sympathetically to you. “Bad dream?” His voice is quiet, hoarse from lack of use. You just nod. “Well that won’t do,” he shoots back, sitting up further and extending a hand. Shakily you take it and are pulled up at his side, an arm slung around your shoulders. “In the Brandybuck household, bad dreams mean storytime,” he tells you with a growing smile, “so your choice. Family legend or embarrassing Pippin story?” You feel your lips curling upward, visions of your nightmare already fading. “Embarrassing Pippin story.” “Great choice! So this one time…well, we’d had one too many tankards, I’ll confess, but I was well until Pippin…”

Pippin

Does not wake up at your first stirring, but as you shift you feel his body move alongside you, turning to face your way. “Are you all right?" He whispers when you fall into his gaze, distress clear upon your face that you both feel and see mirrored in his. “Nightmare,” is all you have to whisper before you’re wrapped up completely in Pippin’s embrace, his legs tangling with yours as his arms wind around you. A smile breaks through on your face when you feel him nuzzle into you with his nose, leading you to snuggle in closer against his soft curls. “I’m always going to be here for you,” you hear him whisper, feel his warm breath as he speaks, “always.”

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 4 months

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Do you write for 2012? If so I wanted to know if you write Donnie but if not this can be for Mikey (aged up if you want to put it)

Date night for reader and the turtle (2012/of your choice) , reader teasing the turtle under the table as the waiter/waitress is trying to talk to them to hear their order but some words coming from their turtle boyfriend is slightly slurred (reader can be female bodies but overall gn 🤷‍♀️). After date night (turtle of choice) drags reader to their shared bedroom and then the fun starts 👍

If requests aren't open ignore me 🙌 byeee ✨

Table Tease (18+)

2012!Donatello x reader

A/N: I do write for 2012, I just haven’t done a lot for them yet😅 I’ve changed it from a date night to a family dinner setting, but otherwise it’s the same. Hope you like it💜

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All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Spelling, public foreplay, turtley anatomy.

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What do you do when you’re in the mood, but your boyfriend is in a deep discussion with his oldest brother? You know what, double that. What do you do when you’re in the mood, but you and your boyfriend are sitting at the dinner table with all of his family and closest friends, eating pizza? Well, your first instinct was to push it away. You were an adult after all. You were perfectly capable of pushing any needs away for a more appropriate time. And that was what you decided to do, turning towards Donatello, so you could follow along in the conversation he was having with Leonardo. But you quickly found that your attention wandered, turning their conversation to background noise as you took in your boyfriend's appearance next to you.

You had been with Donnie for so long, yet his face, body and personality never seized to amaze you. His brilliant mind inside of his beautiful head. The way he saw the world and his intricate thoughts had always fascinated you. Almost just as much as his body did. You had always found yourself drawn to Donnie. His tall standing stature and his strong muscles. Even the small details, such as the vein on his neck that would stand out on his neck when he was concentrated, or the veins that ran down his forearms and over his hands.

His hands… If there was one thing that could send you into a dream zone, it was Donnie’s hands. The amount of times you had caught yourself staring at his hands, thinking about all the things they had done to you in the past was too many to count. And now, at the table with Donnie’s family, that was exactly what you did. Watching his hands move as he talked, remembering what they did to you last night. How they had held your legs open for him, giving him all the space he needed before devouring you with his mouth, while using his skilled fingers to bring you closer to the edge. You rubbed your legs together at the thought. Suddenly it seemed very hard to push those before mentioned needs away. And with that, an idea came to the forefront of your thoughts, bringing a smug smile to your face.

Unable to contain yourself any longer, you slowly let a hand slide under the table, before it made its way to Donnie’s knee. For you to place your hand on your boyfriend’s knee was nothing new. It was just yet another way for the two of you to show affection, just like a couple normally would. It was therefore that Donnie’s reaction to your hand was so stubble, with a sweet smile shut in your direction, before he continued his talk with Leo. He even moved his knee closer to you, enjoying the feeling of your warm hand against his skin. But you had no intention of just letting your hand rest there.

A few moments later, while you acted like you were listening to a conversation between Raph, Mikey and Casey, you moved your hand further up Donnie’s leg, letting it rest on his thigh. His leg jumped a bit at this, as a reaction to a surprise. But Donnie did not move his leg away. Instead he gave you a look out of the corner of his eye. He knew what you were doing, but he had no intention of stopping you. So therefore you let your hand slide up even further, just to the point where Donnie’s thigh met the rest of his body, your pinky finger grazing softly against his plastron. Donnie shuffled slightly in his seat at this, a small sigh flowing through his nose as he strained his concentration on Leo’s words. You bit back a smile, nodding at something Mikey said.

Your hand slowly moved across the lower area of Donnie’s plastron, until you found the slit of his already sensitive cloaca. As your pointy and middle finger slowly traced his slit, you felt him tense up slightly, his breath becoming ever so slightly heavier. You could feel the effect you had through his cloaca, the feeling it retract and twitch under your touch. You noticed how Donnie had stopped talking, and was now nodding at whatever Leo had to say, before answering with one or two words. That was when an idea made its way into your head.

Your fingers played around on the outside of Donnie’s cloaca, teasing him ever so slightly with each touch, just waiting for their moment to paunch. That came when Donnie calmed down ever so slightly, getting a little used to the feeling of your fingers against him. Then, finally, Leo ceased to talk, giving Donnie the que to talk. And as he opened his mouth, your fingers did their move. Your two fingers moved through his slit, smoothly sliding through his slice.

“I agree, that move is too slow. It should be more like-”. Donnie stopped mid sentence, his last word being stretched out and slurred. Leo looked at his brother in concern.

“Donnie? Are you okay?”, Leo asked.

“Yes!”, Donnie quickly answered, holding up his pizza slice for his big brother to see, his speech continuing to be slurred ever so slightly. “It’s just, you know, when that bit of pizza hits the right spot”. He punctuated the last word with his knee nudging against yours. In turn you asked Casey about the thing he was talking about, before thrusting your fingers into Donnie’s slit once more, threatening to make the poor guy drop on the spot. This made Donnie hide a moan with another bit of his pizza slice.

You continued your torture on Donnie, until you felt the familiar hardness against your fingers. Donnie took in a big breath, bracing himself for the drop. But then, just before he could allow himself to slip out, you removed your fingers, wiping his slick off on his thigh. Donnie snapped his head towards you, his eyes boring into you and your smug smile. Leo once again asked his brother in concern if he was okay, forcing Donnie to turn his attention back to their conversation. How Donnie was gonna make you and your smugness pay for that.

As people finished their food and got ready to leave the table, you knew you had to act fast.

“Well, that was fun”, you smiled as you stood from the chair. “Thank you so much for dinner, but I should probably get home now-”.

“Oh no, you don’t!”, Donnie exclaimed, jumping from his chair, grabbing on to you before you could walk too far. The shocked expression on everyone's faces brought him back to reality, remembering that the two of you weren’t alone. Flustered and unsure of what to do, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, before running to his bedroom, leaving them staring after you in confusion.

Once inside Donnie’s bedroom, he slammed the door shut with a loud bang, using his foot. He wasted no time before throwing you onto the bed with a yelp. He climbed on top of you, holding your arms down by your head, and forcing your legs apart using the knee you had felt on a few moments ago. You giggled up at him, already knowing what danger you were in.

“What do you have to say for your defense?”, Donnie smiled mischievously, his face mere centimeters from yours, his thumbs stroking your wrists, and using his other leg to spread your other leg open for him.

“Upsi?”, you smiled innocently, giving your shoulders a small shrug.

“You just fingered me while I was talking to my brother, until I almost dropped right under the table, in front of my whole family, and all you have to say is; ‘upsi’?”, Donnie asked, giving you one last chance to redeem yourself.

“Yup!”, you nodded with a big smile, almost eager to see what your boyfriend was going to do about it.

Donnie tsked and shook his head from side to side, bringing your wrists to one hand, allowing his other hand to move down your body, feeling your sides as he moved his hand down to the button and zipper of your pants. “That was not the answer I was looking for, (Y/N)”.

“It wasn’t?”, you said, acting oblivious, fighting a satisfied smile as Donnie’s hand ran down past your pants and into your underwear. “I had no idea”.

Donnie’s hand grazed your sensitive folds, just like you had done to his cloaca just a few moments ago. At the feeling of your slick against his finger, Donnie smiled down at you. “Already wet?” He smoothed his finger against your wet folds, enjoying the way you curled your legs up around him. “Is that from teasing me during dinner?”

“Maybe”, you sighed, slightly grinding yourself against his finger to gain some friction.

Donnie removed his finger from your pants, causing you to whine, until he moved his attention back onto your pants, letting go off your wrists to use both hands to pull them down along with your underwear.

“Luckily for you”, Donnie said as he threw them onto the floor, before moving to pull your shirt off of you. “I feel like we’ve been through enough foreplay already”. He threw your top and bra onto the floor. “So lay back and let me fuck that tease out of you”.

Fair to say, your idea worked on Donnie like a charm.

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Lady dimitrescu x maid reader

You had always been fascinated by the luxurious lifestyle of the upper class. Growing up in a small, modest town, you had always dreamt of one day living in a grand mansion, surrounded by opulence and extravagance. So when you saw an ad for a job at the Dimitrescu castle, you couldn't resist applying. Little did you know, this decision would change your life forever.

As you walked up to the massive gates of the castle, your heart was pounding with excitement and nerves. You were dressed in a traditional butler suit, a stark contrast to your usual attire of jeans and t-shirts. But you wanted to make a good impression, especially since this was your dream job.

The gates creaked open, and you walked towards the imposing facade of the castle. As you made your way through the grand entryway, you couldn't help but admire the intricate details of the walls and the high ceilings. It felt like you had stepped into a different world.

You were greeted by a tall, intimidating woman dressed in a black dress, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders. She introduced herself as Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, the owner of the castle. You couldn't stop staring at her, mesmerized by her beauty and confidence.

'My lady, I am here for the job interview,' you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

She looked you up and down, a hint of amusement in her eyes. 'You brought a butler suit, even though you are a woman. Interesting. Follow me.'

You followed her through the corridors, trying your best to keep up with her long strides. She finally led you to a lavish room, adorned with expensive furniture and chandeliers. She motioned for you to sit on one of the plush chairs, while she took a seat across from you.

She peppered you with questions, testing your skills and knowledge of etiquette. You answered each one effortlessly, thanks to your years of experience working in various hotels. Lady Dimitrescu seemed pleased with your answers and offered you the job on the spot.

'I must warn you, the work here may not be what you are used to. But I assure you, it will be a one-of-a-kind experience,' she said with a smirk.

You accepted the job without hesitation, eager to start your new life at the Dimitrescu castle. Little did you know, the work here would be far from ordinary.

Your first day on the job was a whirlwind. Lady Dimitrescu gave you a tour of the castle, which seemed more like a maze with its never-ending corridors and hidden rooms. She introduced you to the other staff, who all seemed to be in awe of her.

You also met her daughters, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela. They were all as elegant as their mother, but there was something off about them. They seemed to be watching you with curiosity and a hint of malice. But you pushed those thoughts aside, thinking it was just your imagination.

Days turned into weeks, and soon you settled into your routine at the castle. Your duties included serving meals, maintaining the cleanliness of the castle, and assisting Lady Dimitrescu with her tasks. You also learned that the castle was open to guests, but they were a rare occurrence.

Despite the occasional coldness from Lady Dimitrescu, you found yourself enjoying your work. The grandeur of the castle never failed to amaze you, and you felt like a part of something truly extraordinary.

One night, as you were preparing for bed, you heard a commotion coming from the direction of Lady Dimitrescu's chambers. You hesitated for a moment, not wanting to intrude, but curiosity got the best of you. You quietly made your way towards the source of the noise.

As you reached her door, you heard a man's voice, pleading for his life. Your heart raced as you debated whether to intervene or not. But before you could make a decision, you heard a loud thud, followed by eerie silence.

You couldn't shake off the feeling that something terrible had happened, but you pushed it aside, convincing yourself that it was none of your business. As the days passed, the incident was forgotten, and you continued with your work, trying not to think about it.

But then one day, Lady Dimitrescu called you to her chambers. You felt a sense of unease as you made your way up the stairs. When you entered her room, you saw her sitting in front of a large mirror, examining her reflection. You noticed that her face was contorted in an expression of pain.

'My dear, it seems I have a cut on my cheek. Will you please assist me in fixing it?' she asked in a strained voice.

You approached her, taking a closer look at her face. That's when you saw it - a deep gash on her cheek. You took out a first-aid kit from your pocket and started to clean the wound.

As you were tending to her, you couldn't help but notice that her skin was ice-cold. You also saw a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror, and you were taken aback by the sight. Her eyes were glowing red, and her fangs were extended. You quickly averted your gaze, trying not to show any fear.

After you finished bandaging her wound, she turned to you with a small smile. 'You have a gentle touch, my dear. Thank you,' she said.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of fear and fascination towards her. But you knew that you were just an employee, and your job was to serve her. So you pushed those thoughts aside, trying to focus on your duties.

As time passed, you couldn't deny the growing attraction between you and Lady Dimitrescu. You found yourself thinking about her constantly, and you noticed that she always seemed to be watching you. But you didn't dare act on your feelings, knowing it could cost you your job.

One night, as you were cleaning Lady Dimitrescu's room, you found a diary hidden in her desk. You hesitated for a moment, but curiosity got the better of you, and you started to read it. That's when you learned the truth about the Dimitrescu family - they were not human, but vampires. And Lady Dimitrescu was the ruler of their coven.

You couldn't believe what you were reading, but it all made sense now. Her daughters were not just strange, but they were also vampires like their mother. And you couldn't help but wonder about Lady Dimitrescu's intentions towards you.

But before you could finish reading, you heard her voice behind you. 'My dear, what are you doing with my diary?'

You turned around, feeling guilty and scared at the same time. But instead of anger, you saw a hint of amusement in her eyes. 'My lady, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. I was just curious,' you said, trying to calm down.

She walked towards you, her demeanor changing from playful to intense. 'Curiosity killed the cat, my dear. But in your case, it might just ignite a flame. I have been watching you, and I must say, you have intrigued me,' she said, her eyes locked with yours.

And with that, your life at the Dimitrescu castle took an unexpected turn. You found yourself being drawn into a dangerous and thrilling romance with Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, the mistress of the castle. And with each passing day, you couldn't help but embrace the excitement and danger that came with it.

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therhythmafterthesummer · 1 year

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I'm the anon who sent the ask about Pack Mum and her frustrations; your version is fucking top notch (I'm just a switchy bitch lol) and let's be real, don't we all need a bit of that in our lives? 😩😩😩 would love to see Chris' version of that too, whatever you write is going to be amazing either way 😍

previous ask for reference

fun fact, i have a handful of drabbles written for these two that have never left my google docs (some of them probably won't, ever), since i use them as practice. for this particular scenario i already had something written, so might as well share it with y'all. please bear with me, this is barely proof read sjkdfhsdkjf

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series, but you don’t really need to read any other instalments to understand/enjoy this one). | Word Count: ~2k. | Warnings: smut | established relationship · pet names · oral [F.&M.Rec] · edging · face sitting/fucking, all that good stuff · spanking

minors do not interact.

> Chris💕🐺: pretty baby > howre u feeling today > ???

< You: hey darling < i’m very meh < but still standing so it’s fine < you?

> Chris💕🐺: im having a really bad day > dont wanna get into details but god i just wanna be home

< You: oh no ): < can i help you in any way?

You saw the ‘Typing…’ text under Chris’ contact name pop up and disappear a few times before he finally replied.

> Chris💕🐺: actually… > maybe > u can say no btw > but > would u sit on my face and let me edge you for a long while when im back home?

< You: how long is a long while?

> Chris💕🐺: a really long while > as much as u can stand it > just wanna dive between ur legs > want to suffocate on your cunt and your thighs baby > so bad > fuck > had to come to hide in the restroom for a bit cuz im so hard rn just thinking about it

You couldn’t help but chuckle. But being honest with yourself, the proposition certainly gave you a similar reaction to Chris’. All you could think about now was having your boyfriend’s tongue between your legs, aided by his lips and his nose to bring you to that sweet, sweet edge over and over again…

Wetness was starting to pool at your centre, your thighs pressed together to ease some of that familiar ache, and you honestly had to make the conscious effort to remember you were still at the office, in a very public space.

Your phone vibrating again in your hand brought you back from your little day dream.

> Chris💕🐺: again > u can totally say no

< You: mmm🤔 < i’d love to sit on my alpha’s handsome face < would you let me grind on it baby?

> Chris💕🐺: fuck… yes > anything as long as u just dont come > not until i tell you to > or until u cant take it anymore > yeah?

< You: yea 😇

> Chris💕🐺: fuck > ure so good to me pretty > seriously > im gonna make u feel so good love > hydrate yourself as much as u can > its gonna be so worth it > love u prettiest

< You: love you babiest

The rest of your workday was honestly a blur. All you could think about was the evening that awaited you. So, when you finally reached home–with your boyfriend nowhere in sight–you simply took a quick shower to get squeaky clean and got yourself into one of his t-shirts to ensure his scent was all over you when he came home.

As soon as Chris made it through the front door he gave you a quick kiss, dropped his belongings wherever, and made a beeline to the bathroom to take a shower–all as he discarded pieces of clothing on the way. A very delightful sight, you’d admit.

Now here you were, laying on the sofa and scrolling on your phone, waiting for him to come out.

The second he’d gotten out of the shower, barely even patting himself dry, with his hair still wet, Chris made his way to you.

Before you could even stand up, he was already hovering over you, kissing you deeply for a moment, only to finally trace a path of kisses to your neck so he could nibble at your pulsepoint.

“Been thinking about you all day, pretty baby”, he mumbled against your skin, licking the area and kissing it after.

“Me too, darling…” A sigh of relief passed your lips, while you all but melted under the attention your boyfriend was providing to your neck. “You got me so wet”, taking a hold of his hand, you guided it to your core, where his fingers traced your folds, spreading your essence with a deep inhale. “So fucking wet just thinking about you, Chris”.

“Fuck…You smell so fucking good…” Burying his face further in the crook of your neck, he sucked on your pulse point, just as he eased two fingers into you, making you moan in surprise as he diligently massaged your walls.

You bared your neck, giving your boyfriend plenty of room for him to paint purple roses on your skin. Holding tightly onto his arms, you couldn’t help but squirm a little when he started to thrust his fingers in and out of you, once he started curling them to hit that sweet spot within your warmth.

“So tight, baby…” Chris mumbled as he eased a third finger into you, making you whine at the delicious stretch. “We don’t fuck for a couple of days and it’s almost like your cunt has forgotten me…”

You shook your head, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in your mouth. “Impossible. She–she knows who she belongs to”.

“Fuck…” Pulling his fingers out of you, he straightened himself. “Come here, beautiful”.

Chris laid down, motioning for you to place each knee next to his head. You did as asked, staring at him between your legs as you lowered yourself, hovering just a bit while he caressed your thighs.

“C’mon, baby”, Chris borderline whined, bringing his hands to your hips and holding you tightly. “Sit”.

“I’m…baby, I don’t wanna crush you”.

This was a common debate when you found yourselves in this situation. Sometimes you didn’t even need to think twice about complying, but, as a heavier person, other times you were a bit unsure. Today was one of those days, clearly. And as usual, your boyfriend was quick to reassure you.

“Babe, we’ve been through this. I’m a fucking animal, remember? All that werewolf thing? You’re not gonna crush me”, he chuckled. “Sit on me, get comfy, and brace yourself, yeah?”

With a deep inhale, you nodded, finally lowering yourself all the way. You couldn’t hold back the gasp that left your mouth as soon as you felt Chris’ tongue make contact with your heat. “Oh–”

His tongue running through your folds, teasing your entrance, licking your clit, sucking on it…Every single one of his motions had tingles of pleasure travelling up and down your spine, had your chest heaving, and quiet whines coming out of your mouth.

Bringing his hands to your thighs, he held you tightly in place, so tight you wondered if you’d see a mark left in the shape of his fingers later–something you were admittedly eager to see. He was groaning a lot, you were moaning a lot, and, in no time, he had reduced you to a whimpering mess.

Maybe it was all that daydreaming you’d been doing after he sent you those texts, maybe it was just how good your boyfriend was at working you up, but you were very quickly getting close to the edge, almost ready to tip over it.

“Baby…Chris, fuck, I’m…close”, your voice quivered a bit, and Chris simply hummed in response, finally slowing his movements.

His hands roamed your body as his tongue flicked your sensitive nub, the pressure was light enough that the signs of your approaching orgasm seemed to be fading away. In all honesty, you weren’t sure if you were going to stand this at all. You’d try, of course, but you realised very quickly how badly you wanted your relief.

Kneading your breasts, Chris simply continued his motions, slowly licking your clit, or dipping his tongue inside of you for a taste. You couldn’t help but roll your hips, trying to get some extra stimulation. And whenever he licked at your entrance, his nose would bump your clit, and it had you pathetically whining as you ground your core on his face.

When Chris finally opened his eyes to look at you, you stared right back.

That stare-off had the fine hairs on the back of your neck standing on end, and you were immediately trapped in that undeniably predator look of his.

It was kind of amusing, how that look seemed to have the complete opposite effect it should have on you. It should’ve made you feel intimidated, scared, but after spending this much time with Chris, after giving yourself to him so many times already, the trust you had in him made it so that stare of his just made you want to be closer to him. It enticed you, it made you shiver, made you wetter, and, right now, just by looking at him, at that utterly primal desire in his eyes, you could feel yourself grow closer to your climax again.

You genuinely couldn’t tell how long you spent right there. You had already lost count of how many times he’d brought you to the edge by the fifth time. Your legs were starting to burn, your lower back hurt, and you suddenly felt like you needed something in your mouth.

“C–Chris”, you tugged on his hair, gasping when he quickened the pace of his tongue. “Baby… Want–”

He squeezed your bum, one butcheek in each hand, surely bruising you with the strength of his grip. It made you dizzy, and you were sure you were dripping all over him by now. He released his hold on one of your buttocks, only to land a harsh smack on it after, urging you to speak, making you shamelessly moan with the action.

Chris hardly ever spanked you–aside from a playful, mild smack here and there. He’d told you before that he felt like he already put your body through so much with everything else, adding that, too, was just unnecessary, and that it could possibly hurt you too much. But, fuck, if the sting felt good whenever he did.

“Need your cock, baby”, you finally sighed, trembling with your upcoming release. Chris gave you a curious look, not stopping his tongue for a second, so you decided to clarify. “In my mouth, Chris. Please…”

Taking a hold of your hips, he lifted you up a bit, enough to talk. “Turn around, pretty”.

Your legs were incredibly unsteady, but you managed to do it, finally laying on Chris with his tongue once again in its rightful place within your warmth.

Saliva pooled in your mouth at the sight of your boyfriend’s cock. Incredibly hard, twitching, and with an impressive pool of pre-cum under his tip where it laid on his lower abdomen. He was clearly enjoying this a lot, and just the sight had you clenching with need..

When you took him in your hand, his thighs jerked a bit, and a moan muffled against your skin as he continued to feast on your cunt. You simply pumped him in your hand, once, twice, relishing just how hard he was.

Wasting no more time, you licked a long stripe from his base to the tip, swirling your tongue around it for good measure. Until, finally, you took him in your mouth, eliciting a shared moan from the both of you.

Chris’ hands dragged up and down your back, kneading your flesh as he went, moaning against your heat whenever you got him deeper into your mouth, whenever your nails dug on his thighs.

All of a sudden, you felt Chris’ hand land harshly on one of your buttocks. The sudden sting made you moan around his length and clench around thin air. He did it again on the other, holding the supple flesh of your bum tightly in his hands right after in an attempt to soothe your skin.

His length popped out of your mouth with a sinful sucking sound. With a hazy mind and a needy cunt, you were speaking before you could think twice about it. “More…”

Chris immediately complied, smacking one of your buttcheeks again, groaning lowly as your moans spilled freely out in the room without his cock in your mouth.

He repeated the motions a handful of times, all while you jerked him to the best of your now compromised motor skills. Your moans got increasingly more desperate the more he spanked you, and your whole body trembled with arousal.

“Pretty…” Chris mumbled, keeping you off of him enough so you could hear him, although you barely could, you were too far gone. “Put my cock back in your mouth, baby. Suck me off, and when I spank you again, you can come. Okay?”

“Okay…”

“Good, good girl”, Chris pulled you back on his mouth, eliciting a shaky moan from your lips.

You did as asked, taking him once again into your mouth and sucking him, rather eagerly, if you might add. Your lips caught on the ridge of his head time and time again, his tongue and his lips focused on your clit, licking and sucking harder and faster by the second, just how he did whenever he wanted you to come, and when you finally felt the sting on your ass again, you could hardly make sense of your surroundings anymore.

Before you knew it, your entire body shook with your release, desperately moaning around Chris’ length as pleasure tears fell from your eyes. It was so much, so intense, and when Chris held the back of your head in place with one of his hands and started to thrust up into your mouth you were sure you had already died and gone to heaven.

It felt like you were coming for an eternity, the sheer intensity of your release had you shaking and squirming in your boyfriend’s hold. The most satisfying part of it all, though, was when you vaguely registered Chris’ warmth flooding your mouth, making you moan once again just at the feel of his cum going down your throat, making you dizzy just by the blissed-out sounds that were coming out of his mouth.

You swallowed it all, sucking on his tip until the very last drop of his release had coated your tongue, and as soon as Chris detached himself from your core, your body slumped, your vision clouded, and a ringing broke free in your ears.

“Baby? Baby, please. Talk to me”, Chris sounded so close. But how could he if your heads were in completely opposite directions?

“Pretty?” You felt his hands on your cheeks, and once you opened your eyes and saw the worried look on his face, you realised you were laying on the sofa, while he was crouching on the floor next to you. When did he move? He was just below you a few seconds ago.

“Did I…Did I pass out?” You blinked at him, reaching for his hand on your face to softly caress the back of it.

“Fuck, you did. For a few seconds. I thought I had choked you to death. Are you okay? I’m so sorry”, he was going into his Protective Alpha mode, and it made you smile.

“I’m fine, baby. Don’t apologise. Give me a kiss”, you did feel a bit lightheaded, but you also felt light all over, as if your crushing orgasm had taken all the tension off of your body completely.

Chris sighed, pecking your lips, your nose, your cheeks, all over your face. “Fuck, give me a second. I’ll bring you some water”.

You simply hummed, stretching your achy limbs and turning on your other side to face the backrest.

When Chris came back, you gulped the glass of water in one go before you gave it back to him so he could place it on the coffee table.

You made grabby hands at him, and he chuckled, laying behind you and pulling you to his chest so he could press kisses on your shoulder.

“That was insane”, you mumbled while you caressed the arm he had wrapped around your waist.

“It was, fuck…I got too carried away, you’re all bruised, love”, his fingers gently traced the curve of your bum, and you leaned into his touch.

“Felt so good, though”, you sighed, content, further pressing your back to his chest. “So good I passed out, baby. That’s a new record”.

Chris giggled, and you couldn’t help but giggle as well.

“Do you feel better?” You asked, snuggling closer, relishing his warmth on your back, his warmth all around you.

“I feel like I won a million euros, a billion dollars, a trillion won…You get the point”, Chris nuzzled your nape, pressing lingering kisses there, all as he brought a hand to your belly to lightly squish your soft flesh. “Honestly just what I needed. For my pretty girlfriend to feel insanely good, and to blow my load in her perfect, warm mouth”.

You chuckled, taking a hold of his hand and bringing it to your lips so you could press a kiss on his palm, right before you turned around in his hold and cupped his cheeks, smiling at him. “I love you”.

“Love you”, he repeated immediately, diving in for a kiss. When he pulled back, he held you tightly, pressing kisses on your cheeks. “You’re so good to me”.

“And you to me, baby”, you mumbled back, kissing him on the cheek before you tucked your head under his chin.

You both laid there for a moment, a moment of just your soft caresses on each other’s exposed skin. Until Chris heaved a satisfied sigh, pulling away from your embrace to stand up from the sofa.

“C’mon, pretty. Time to be pampered and cuddle in the tub”, Chris took you in his arms. A soft chuckle left your lips, and you held onto him, pressing tender kisses on his neck all the way to the bathroom.

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AVATAR RECOM HEADCANONS - INTRO

Recoms!Deja Blu Unit - Science"Puke"! Reader

This is my first headcanon series and I am incredibly nervous because there are so many good ones out there already. I have read quite a few amazing headcanon series by various blogs who practically carry the whole Avatar Fanfic scene, which I am really grateful for! I know these sorts of scenarios have been done a lot by now, but I wanted to get one out and put my own spin on it. I hope to write more and update this series as well as take in requests, one-shots, etc, expanding on the characters as much as I can. I hope you enjoy! Avatar has consumed my life, lol...

Disclaimer: I do not own AVATAR, nor do I own its creative properties and original characters. I do, however, own the 'reader' character as well as other created figures that do not appear in the Avatar films, video games, or comic books. Characters involved: Miles Quaritch, Lyle Wainfleet, Alexander Ja, Mansk, Zdindarsk aka Z-Dog, Zhang, Lopez, Fike, Warren, Walker, Prager, Brown - mentions of Jake Sully

Plot Summary: The story takes place during the events of TWOW, right before the great reef battle. I won't spoil any crucial plot details (for those who haven't watched the movie yet), so I'll end it there. The reader is a militant medic with a biochemistry background, now assigned special care to ensure Project Phoenix's success. As their body chemistry is quite different and unique from that of humans, they require some help getting used to their new vessel. This is where you come in... and boy... you were not prepared for this. A bunch of Na'vi Human hybrids at the peak of their prime, fuelled by hormonal rage, primal instincts, and a knack for vengeance, they sure as hell turned your daily life topsy turvy. To them, you were nothing more than another science puke here to bore them out of their minds, even though you had some military training as well. It is up to you to show them otherwise. To earn a place in their ranks.

Will (y/n) be able to handle this task or eventually fold like the others?

Warning(s): Cursing - Mild bullying - Negging - Foul language - Playful flirting

Content: SFW (Minors DNI) The reader is human and female. I plan to write specific headcanons for each individual character, but this was just a very long and detailed starter in order to get the ball rolling. Also this is not proof-read, so take this with a grain of salt. Happy reading! (also English is not my first language, so please bear with me) ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Hailing from a gentle background of academics and artists, you've decided to take a completely different route from what your family had destined for you. Going against their wishes and dissapointing a few members here and there was a price you were willing to pay in order to fulfill a lifelong dream. The prize of independence. Or perhaps you were tired of people telling you what you could and couldn't do. The idea of an adventure, exploring new worlds and galaxies, far far away from home was far more attractive than spending your years trying to fix a dying planet. But you also had a knack for helping and aiding those in need. Being a healer with a vast background of medicine and herbs only came natural to you. And as you graduated top of your class, you sought a new challenge. So you joined the space force. Military training was hard but you managed adquedately. And as you finally becamea full-fledged medic, you signed a contract with the RDA to be shipped off to Pandora.

Save to say, the six years of light-year travel did take a toll on your body. It was often emphasized that dreams do not occur during cryo sleep. Yet, your case was the opposite. Over and over you saw visions of a lush, prehistoric forest that almost looked magical and foreign. Due to overpopulation and pollution, nature seized to exist altogether back on earth, so thinking of what this mythical Pandora may look like, sparked a fire in the pits of your stomach. You began to wonder if these dreams held any meaning to them... or if it was just your brain chemistry running haywire during the cryogenic sleep. The closer you got, the giddier you grew - excited and electrified at the idea of setting foot on one of the most precious planet known to man. Perhaps in the entire universe.

After your space shuttle finally docked at the RDA's space station, you were quickly briefed on your assignment by the announcers, guiding you to the nearest secretary. The secretary looked over her glasses and tossed you an illegible glare before sighing with a shake of her head, handing you your paperwork. "May God have mercy on you," she mumbled before calling for the next candidate. You took the papers hesitantly, brows furrowing in confusion before your eyes cast down on on these said documents. Your eyes widened as your heart nearly sank. You were assigned to assist military Avatar personnel? You looked back up at the lady who was now grinning at you, a glint playing in her gaze. "Fresh meat for the grinder. It's a bit crass they decided to assign a small girl such as yourself to help these beasts," You slowly nodded, an awkward semi-smile forming on your lips, "I guess I like a challenge," you said, tone matching her sarcastic one. You have studied them for three years now, after all. You were prepared.

A few labcoats accompanied by a good portion of cleanroom suits were helping you find your way before passing you your exopack mask. It was the first time you'd ever seen one of those from up close. The concept of not being able to breathe the atmosphere was somewhat daunting. But it was something you had to get used to if you wanted to survive Pandora's 'Adapt or Die' rules. Wasting no time, you quickly strapped them on and secured the clasps, allowing the small piece of machinery to flood your nostrils with fresh oxygen. Impressed, you found it was much clearer and cleaner than that of Earth's... sadly enough. You then remembered the comment from the secretary earlier on, echoing in your mind over and over again until it festered in the back of your subconscious. Anxiety began to take a hold of you, shaking your confidence ever so slightly.

Inhaling and exhaling deeply, you then issued a curt nod to your superiors who lastly gave you a clipboard, detailing all of your duties and rank among the Recom unit members. "Ready, greenhorn?" Dr. Vasquez piped up, drawing you from your trance. You blinked at him with a wide-eyed deer-caught-in-headlights look, lips parting, "Y-yeah." he chuckled in response to your nervousness before slapping a hand on your shoulder in confidence. "Don' worry, they may look very scary at first glance, but you will soon realize they are professionals just like us, alright?" You nodded, swallowing the lump down your throat before clamping the board beneath your armpit. "Alright then kiddo, let's rock'n'roll," he said with a smirk before punching in a security code to unlock the doors to the decompressors.

The air was filtered to fit the atmosphere of the recoms. Which was in turn, extremely toxic to humans. Unconscious in twenty seconds - dead in four minutes. The prospect didn't sound like very glamorous death. As the door opened, a hiss emitted from the pressure, giving way to the bright light of the sun peaking through the glass windows. Vasquez marched forward before beckoning you to join him. Upon entering, the energy of the room immediately shifted. It was almost palpable to the touch.

A good part of your confidence was chipped away once you laid your eyes on your future teammates. Breath nearly caught in your throat. To say they were tall was a big understatement. They were huge - as a matter of fact - larger than life! Nothing could've prepared you for this. Most of them stood at around ten feet and nearly scraped the ceilings if they hadn't been adjusted to meet their physiology. You continued to saunter forward, one tentative step at a time, eyes still glued to their physiques without so blinking an eye. Their bodies were even more strange, striking you with awe. Slender, graceful, svelte, yet powerful. The complexion was a deep cyan or darker powder blue, decorated in interesting patterns and luminescent dots, all accompanied by a long prehensile tail that idly swung from side to side, giving them a more animalistic edge. They were all broad-shouldered, even the women, as you scanned the room with all the blue-skinned individuals lurking about, their poise signifying a certain strength and fortitude that of a warrior. They could easily toss a person across the room and break every single bone in their body with one blow if they wished.

Eyes were striking like molten gold peering from the shadows, intensely following your every move. Their previous chatter immediately died down as their eyes glued to you and the other scientists. Vasquez took his position next to someone who seemed much more commanding and authoritive compared to the rest. He stood slightly taller and wore a khaki tanktop, exhibiting a set of toned, muscular arms placated on his hips. You caught a glimpse of his tattoo on his left arm. A black eagle. A remnant of his previous life? Or something to distinguish himself from the others, perhaps?

The way he walked with a certain swagger, taking a stance next to Vasquez, sharp yellow eyes peering into the hall, had you nearly choke on your own saliva. He was an intimidating man, "As you all know, we are sent here to accomplish a mission that we couldn't last time. To hunt down and terminate the leader of the Na'vi insurgency, Jake Sully. And in order to ensure our success, we have been assigned our personal medical officers who specialize in Na'vi physiology. They make sure none of us step out of line and patch us up during missions. Treat 'em with respect, ya hear? They are as much our responsbilities as we are theirs," his tone was a low, commanding drawl, hinting at his possible origin back from Earth. He also sounded a tad older than his bio stats suggested.

"Wait, we're going to have these science pukes tag along?" Someone groaned in the background.

Doctor Vasquez nudged you with his elbow before whispering something into your ear. So he was the colonel. Colonel Miles Quaritch. The leader of the first recombinant unit Deja Blu, the first Avatar squad produced by Project Phoenix. Vasquez then nodded and brought you and another male medical officer. Thankfully you weren't alone. And as you peeked into the crowd, practically feeling their eyes rake over your forms in a very scrutinizing manner, you wished there were more human scientists to accompany you. "Listen up Recoms," Vasquez announced, matching Quaritch's energy. Which you had noticed, was now glancing at you over his shoulder with a lazed stare. You quickly turned away, hating that all of their attention was on you now. Just great. "Those are your new medical officers," he gestured to both you and your counterpart, earning him a few whispers and hushed conversations between the Na'vi hybrids. The heavily tattooed individual grunted loudly, expressing a clear distaste at the fact.

You watched as the one with the camo cap began to chuckle before leaning over to the tattooed female with the mohawk, gossiping something into her ear. Your eyes narrowed at her, hoping to God they weren't talking shit about you. The male medic next to you semed quite nervous himself, almost glistening with a faint sheen of sweat whenever the light hit his complexion. Oh man... what a great start. "This here is Mr. Ryan," Vasquez said confidently and clamped a hand on his shoulder before pulling you to his side with a toothy grin, "And this is Miss (y/n). They're going to do a quick checkup on your vitals before we make land on Pandora. Their status reports will affect your mission. If you have any further questions regarding any of that, feel free to ask them. Good luck and have fun," he said before departing, giving you a two-finger salute before vanishing out the door.

For a moment, you wished he hadn't abandoned you so soon, but as you stood there, again with the hundred yard stare, you instantly began pulling out your clipboard, training your eyes on the papers rather than the giant soldiers around you. Quaritch cleared his throat before stepping forward, closing in on your proximity. The heat practically rolled off of him. Almost radioactive in a sense. "Right. Welcome to the crew," he said as a deep rumble of chuckles resonated within the hall. You flicked your attention back on them, seeing as their expressions turned from scrutiny to amusement. The one with the hat flicked his chin toward Ryan, "So you get to touch us all around?" Ryan nodded cautiously, "Yes, in a sense. We need to do some physical checkups to make sure your bodies haven't mutated or caught any diseases on the way here and-"

"So you're gonna be cupping my big blue balls, too?" he said, making an obscene gesture as the team burst out in synchronized laughter. Mr Ryan pursed his lips in frustration. You felt his pain, it was nearly palpable.

You were so not ready for this... "Shut your horny mouth, Ja!" one of the female recoms hollered, smacking him on the back of his head.

Judging by the 'joke', you came to the conclusion that they were full-blooded jarheads. You sighed before ticking something off your clipboard. "And what about her? Is she good with her small hands?" At this your eyebrows twitched before you began searching for the miscreant of this statement. Seeing as the one with the bandana had crooked a finger at you. "Man, she does look cute tho... tiny lil thing. What's good, mama?" their banter continued, slapping and fist bumping each other, having the time of their lives. What a fucking farce - you thought to yourself begrudgingly. The behavior reminded you of teenagers experiencing the surge of hormones for the first time. You couldn't believe Vasquez had vouched for their professionalism. Perhaps he was in on the joke as well. "Shut your pie holes. They're here to help, not entertain you, you fucking lowlifes. Treat'em with respect or I'll have your ass handed back to the infirmary, you get me?!" Quaritch's voice boomed, immediately silencing the lively chatter among his subordinates.

Looking over at the colonel, you saw his hardened, chiseled features directed toward you with an unreadable expression. His pointed ears were tucked back against his head as he issued you a small nod. You repaid him with the same respect and inclined your head in acknowledgment before moving on to your first patient. "Brown?" you said, louder than originally intended before you flicked your gaze around the room, searching for any response. "Steven Brown?" you repeated with a bit more clarity. The mohawk lady merely snorted with arms folded, watching you as you searched for your first victim. Suddenly a blue hand lifted, alerting you of your designated recom, seeing that he looked a little less grim and intimidating. Although equally large, he seemed a bit more approachable, in your eyes at least. With that being said, it wasn't exactly a joyride pushing and squeezing yourself through, as some of them actively made an effort of staying rooted to the spot, entertained at your slight struggle. You could have sworn hearing someone wolf whistle at you but you pushed those thoughts aside when you reached your destination.

He was slightly shorter than the rest, not that you could tell right away as he was seated on one of the benches slightly hunched over, his posture overly lax. Much like the others, he sported that classical short military haircut and fade. "Alright doc, whaddya got for me?" he drawled with a certain bite. You decided not to overanalyze everything, as you were already extremely nervous. You meanwhile scribbled down all of the data before setting the clipboard down, looking him in the eye. He remained there, sitting there in silence, monitoring you with a peculiar glint playing in his topaz irises. "Alright, Mr. Brown, could you please stretch out your right arm? I need to take some samples and check your haemogram if that is alright with you," you explained as you flashed him a polite smile while the convos in the background resumed.

Brown simply nodded and muttered a small 'sure thing' before complying with your wishes. Once he extended his appendage, you got a chance to examine it closely - realizing just how large and sinewy his arm was. The texture was interesting too, differing not much from human skin, save for the lack of arm hair. "Finding a vein shouldn't be a problem," you jest before pulling out a small device for blood sampling. It was not a syringe, but a highly advanced gadget that locked down on the skin cell before drawing a bit of blood. "Alright, just let me disinfect this real quick..." you continued before wiping the spot with a small disinfectant wipe, clearing it from any bacteria. The feeling of his skin was curious, smooth yet somehow rougher to the touch compared to human flesh. Pandora's rough climates had evolved them to become perfect survivors as even their skin was harder to penetrate. Brown tilted his head to the side, ears swiveling curiously when you placed the blood-letting machinery against the crook of his arm. A small pinch broke through his flesh, extracting only a few tiny droplets. "There we go, that's about it-" Before you could continue, however, you caught Brown sending you a mischievous wink. "Didn't hurt at all, doc."

"Got what ya need, Miss (y/n) or... did I get that right?" you felt blood rush to your cheeks, heating your face altogether. They were trying to rile you up on purpose now... "(Y/N) right, but just call me by my first name. No need for being formal," hoping it would somewhat diffuse the awkward tension between you and the recoms. However, things did not go as planned when Brown's brows lifted for a short moment before his ears rotated in your direction, more attentive than before. "Well good to know, (y/n), looking forward to working with ya," your breathing became heavy to his deliberate teasing as he allowed himself to lean forward. You nearly jumped at his sudden intrusion "So (y/n), what does my blood test say?" just then the analysis was completed, giving you a clear stats report on his bloodwork.

"So far so good... bloodwork looks normal. Cholesterol is in the green and.... well..." His face faltered a bit, "What?" "be sure to consume fewer sugary drinks or sweets but other than that, you're fine. Wouldn't want you to be the first adipose soldier on Pandora," his features continued to crack "You calling me fat, doc?" he said before warming up to a smirk. You leaned away from him to avoid his sudden boldness. "Nah, just reminding you to be on your best behavior if you want to keep up with the rest, alright?" Brown scoffed with a shake of his head as you took your clipboard with you, writing down all of the info as well as checking a few boxes. "I'll get back to you later, just need to do the same with.... uh.. Wainfleet?" you asked, squinting your eyes to spot someone a bit taller and a tad bit more athletic looking. He lacked hair, like some of the others as he wiggled his fingers at you flirtatiously, a crooked smile plastered on his lips. "The one and only," you grunted in affirmation, feeling some of the dread returning before you headed over.

A sudden ticklish sensation and force tugged at the crook of your knee, having you to stumble and nearly fall flat on your face. Walker clicked her tongue with a roll of her eyes, "Come on Kevin, leave the poor girl alone already!" Quaritch's nostrils flared when he caught Brown fucking with you. A move of his tail that hooked around your leg in order to trip you. "You better secure that shit, Brown before I clip that thing off, capiche?" He growled, causing Brown to stiffen immediately. Eventually, he lowered his head and ears ".... yes sir... sorry,"

You managed to calm your thundering heart as you eyeballed Brown with a mix of irritation and embarrassment. What an asshole. Is that how it was going to be all the time? Good lord... how much you began to regret signing up for this particular unit. "Mr. Wainfleet?" you said softly, approaching the man cautiously as he eyed you up and down with that same grin on his face.

"Call me Lyle, sweetums. Only my mother calls me Mr. Wainfleet. So.... here to check the goods? Or maybe even get a feel?" Lyle chuckled before flexing his built physique, making you watch his biceps bulge and swell. The action made your throat dry out like the Sahara desert. Just what in the world have you gotten yourself into...

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"Well, well... Stealing my seat, are we?"

A/N: well... 😛😛😛😛💦💦

Summary: where Dream decided to cherish Reader as his queen and his throne witnessed something completely shameless. (smut with the throne in the centre of the story)

Warnings: oral sex, devotion, a bit of squirting I guess

When the night fell upon the city you found yourself standing in the magnificent throne room. This place was as you left it the night before, though you could swear that some details had changed. It never stopped amazing you how the Dreaming felt very familiar but also quite different every time you visited it. Morpheus was nowhere to be found but you decided to wait for him. You were sure he'd already felt your presence.

You marveled at the grandeur of the space, adorned with exquisite tapestries and shimmering starlight. You climbed the top of the stairs and your eyes fixed at the beautiful carved marbled throne. You saw your boyfriend sitting on it on many occasions and you always wondered if it was in any way as uncomfortable as it looked. You ran your fingers across the cold stone and looked around the room. Curiosity got the better of you, and you couldn't resist the allure of Morpheus' throne. With a mischievous smile, you gracefully settled onto the seat, feeling its regal presence beneath you. With a surprise you found it more comfortable than you thought it was. You leaned back and rested your hands on the armrests, thinking how good it could be to be a queen. To be his queen.

You two had never talked about a possible future together or marriage yet, so you felt a little rebellious temporarily claiming his throne as yours. But you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement. Little did you know that Morpheus himself was watching from afar, observing your every move.

He watched you, sitting comfortably upon his cherished seat. His initial reaction was one of surprise, but it quickly melted away, replaced by a tender smile. He quietly approached you with a sense of awe and a hint of amusement. his presence suddenly felt in the room. His voice, both commanding and gentle, resonated through the room. "Well, well... Stealing my seat, are we?"

Startled, you turned to face him, your cheeks flushed at the sensation of being caught. "Morpheus, darling... I, I couldn't resist," you explained as you stood up. Your excitement mixed with a fear of his disapproval. You bit your lip waiting for his reaction.

"No need to apologize, my Starlight. It's not every day someone dares to sit upon the throne of Dreams." A playful smirk crossed his lips. He was clearly amused by your dare move. He stepped closer, his gaze filled with adoration. "And I must say, you look absolutely gorgeous in my throne."

You couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, my love." His words, laced with a touch of mischief put you at ease and made you want to play along. "Well, if I'm going to be caught red-handed, I suppose I should make the most of it." You said playfully with a hint of shyness. "Your throne is much more comfortable than I expected."

Morpheus gazed at you with adoration. " I see you've taken a liking to my throne." He smiled warmly, stars in his eyes twinkled as he thought of something. Seeing you on his throne was unexpected yet enjoyable. But having you on his throne would be even more pleasant and gratifying. So why not let you sit back down while he could cherish you there?

You noticed a mischievous shift in his facial expression, more darker lights shimmering in his eyes, but you couldn't know what he was thinking.

"I must admit, seeing you in my throne is a sight I didn't expect. But fear not, for your audacity has not gone unnoticed." His voice low and filled with a pro.ise of what was going to happen.

"I was just... drawn to it, I suppose." You replied unsure of what to expect. You were captivated by his charm.

"As I am drawn to you, my queen." He took your hand in his and as the graceful and regal figure he was, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss upon ypur hand. Then he motioned for you to sit back down on the throne. "Please, my queen, take your rightful place,"

Taken back by his words, you hesitantly resumed your seat upon the throne. Dream knelt before you, his eyes filled with adoration. His hands rested on the both sides of your bare thighs. With a voice as gentle as a whisper, he said. "Allow me to show you just how cherished you are. Let me honor you as you deserve."

At this moment your heart skipped the beat. Your mind couldn't decide if you correctly read his intentions. Was he really going to do something explicit? In the large place of his throne room?

"Morpheus... I'm not sure what you mean..."

"I mean..." Morpheus leaned closer, his hands slid up your dress, revealing more bare skin of your thighs. "My queen shall feel how cherished..." he put a gently kiss upon your upper thigh. "...and loved..." A second kiss on your other leg. "... and celebrated..." He looked up as he moved his palms to your knees, his thumbs caressing your inner thighs. "...she truly is." With those words he gently moved your legs to sides.

You sucked in breath, your eyes were locked on his as he waited for your permission to go on. You licked your lips in anticipation and nodded. His lips curled up into a smirk. He began to pepper your thighs with soft kisses, going higher with each placed one.

You didn't expect him to come up with such a bold idea, but since you had surprised him first, you guessed it was only fair, that he'd surprise you as well. His eyes darted down between your legs as you spread them farther apart. He almost moaned seeing the thin fabric of your underwear. Your arousal was starting to drip and you only hoped it wasn't visible. You bit your lip as you watched him. His each kiss was a testament to his love, a symbol of his adoration for this extraordinary woman who had captured his heart. The touch of his lips upon your skin sent shivers of delight coursing through your body.

God, how this man had the ability to drive you crazy...

As he continued to shower you with affectionate gestures, Morpheus whispered against your skin. "In the realm of dreams, you are my everything. Your presence gives life to the stories I weave, the dreams I create. Without you, my queen, this realm would be devoid of its magic."

His kisses were like whispers of enchantment, igniting a fire within you, and his words, like sweet melodies, danced in the air, enveloping you in a warm embrace.

You almost didn't notice when he slipped his palms under your butt and scooted your hips to the edge of the seat. You gasped as your dress rode up and you shivered at the sensation of cool stone against your, now not covered with any fabric, ass. Your underwear magically disappeared by his magic and it took you by surprise. Your eyes tore away from him for a moment and you glanced at the grant throne room behind him. A terrifying thought occurred to you. What if somebody saw you?!

"Dream..." You tried to get his attention. Your voice filled with concern. "What if... If someone comes here?"

Morpheus couldn't resist teasing you a bit. With a playful smirk, he replied, "Oh, my dear Y/N, imagine the scandal it would cause if the denizens of the Dreaming caught a glimpse of us in this forbidden act of affection!"

You playfully rolled your eyes.

"Well, I suppose it would give them something interesting to talk about, but really, Morpheus, I'm being serious. I don't want anyone to see us like this."

He gently took your hands in his and reassured you. "I promise you, my love, this throne room is our sanctuary. The walls hold secrets only we can share. No eyes but ours will ever witness our love. No one shall disturb this moment."

Your worries began to melt away as you looked into his eyes, his love for you evident in his gaze. You reached your hand and slipped your fingers between his dark hair. A small smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. "Alright then, if you promise...let's continue where we left off." You gently guided his head back between your legs, eager to feel his mouth on you. He gladly followed as he whispered "it seems you're already giving me orders. Perhaps I shall be careful with what I'll do next."

You chuckled. "Oh, so you think you can resist my commands, do you?"

Morpheus raised his eyebrow as he pressed his lips on your clitoris, giving it a welcome kiss. "I am the Lord of Dreams, my love. But for you, I might make an exception."

"Well then, Lord of Dreams, I command you to... put your mouth and tongue in good use for me."

"As you wish, my queen." He whispered as he parted his lips, taking your sensitive flesh between them, sucking on it gently for a moment, before his tongue covered your pussy with a few slow licks. You leaned back and hummed in return, your feet raised off the ground. The feeling was overwhelming and the fact that you were sitting on his throne while he was kneeling before you, lifted your excitement to a very high level.

"You deserve to be cherished, to be celebrated, my queen."

"Oh, Dream..." You moaned as you slowly began to rub your pussy on his tongue. You were dripping with your juices, not being able to say any coherent words. Your toes curled up as you raised your legs higher, giving him full access to you.

Morpheus' mouth settled on your pussy, hot and demanding as he cherished you restlessly. As he was licking you, his tongue was swirling and lapping around your folds. His breath hot on your centre, his fingers dug into your skin, pulling your body closer to him.

You moaned again louder with his name on your tongue. You weren't sure if he had made the throne room soundproof as well, but you were too caught up in ecstasy to bother. You jerked your hips while he pressed the tip of his tongue against your clit. His hand moved and his fingers played with your entrance before he slid them inside, curling them up, finding your sweet spot. He waited till you adjusted to them and then he started pumping them inside you. You were so wet, so tight and your natural scent so strong, it was driving him insane. He thought he could just make you cum here, one or two times, and end with that, but he would need a longer session with you. Full naked in a more comfortable place.

"F-fuck..." You moaned. "Dream I'm... So..."

You wanted to say close, but the sudden wave of orgasm washed over you and you threw your legs over Dream's shoulders, pressing yourself more against his face. He pumped a few more times before he removed his fingers. Your juices gushed on him and down his throne. He quickly replaced his fingers with his mouth as he rotated the tip of his tongue slightly at your entrance, drinking down your excitement.

Your moaning echoing through the dream-filled air as your body couldn't stop shaking. Your king patiently waited till you came back from cloud nine.

When your orgasm finally subsided Morpheus gracefully rose from his kneeling position and closed the distance between you. As your lips met his in a long kiss, time seemed to stand still. The kiss soon deepened and you lost yourselves in the embrace of your love.

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In the Shadow of a Proposal

Summary: Sebastian has a very important question to ask MC. He has the perfect occasion planned, but will the dangers of the woods spoil his careful planning? (Sebastian Sallow x f!MC)

Rating: PG

Warnings: A very anxious (and lovesick?) boyfriend, and some spiders.

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: I was supposed to be working on something else, but this just sort of happened. More Hufflepuff MC because I can’t help myself.

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It had to be perfect.

Sebastian agonized over the plan for days, obsessing over the smallest detail. If he was going to do this, he wanted to do it right. Born into a family of upper class muggles, MC must have expectations for something like this. Sebastian would meet them. Exceed them.

He would be worthy of her. He would prove it.

The ring was easy. Tucked away in a chest among the remaining memories of his parents, its sparkle eager to see the light of day. But the location, the timing, the manner… these needed consideration.

What was the right way to ask the most amazing person in the world to spend the rest of their life with you?

“Sebastian?” MC’s voice cut through the thick fog of his mind. He felt as if he was waking from a dream when he looked at her. “Exams are over. We’re supposed to be celebrating. What’s bothering you?”

Stretched out beside her by the black lake, the afternoon sun warming his face, he would normally be half asleep. But he couldn’t relax, not yet.

Not until he asked.

Not until she answered.

“Just thinking about some things.” It was an evasive answer, but the only one he could give.

She reached out, fingers brushing the hair at his forehead. A smile pulled at her lips. “I can practically see that mind of yours at work. Do you want to talk about it?”

He glanced at her, eyes soft and concerned, and couldn’t help but smile in return. “Not yet.”

“All right,” MC said softly. Her soothing touch left his head as she settled beside him, pillowing her head on Sebastian’s chest.

The pages of her book rustled in the breeze coming off the lake. It was one of her muggle novels she enjoyed so much. MC had elected an afternoon free from school books, now that their final exams at Hogwarts were complete. “Enjoying your book?”

“Oh yes, it’s the best part. The hero has overcome all his flaws and asks the heroine to marry him.”

He tried to keep his tone light. “And what does she say?”

“Having overcome her own flaws, she says yes, of course.”

Sebastian’s chest tightened. What on earth would he do if MC said no?

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Tonight was the night. Sebastian anticipated clear skies, which was important since they would be outside. MC loved exploring the highlands, so that’s what they would do. A quiet spot among the trees, just the two of them. An evening picnic of butterbeer and pumpkin pasties, her favorites. As the sun set, he would take her hands, look her in the eye, and ask his question. When she said yes - Merlin, please let her say yes - he would give her the ring, glinting in the fading sunlight. Then he would kiss her until they were both dizzy, laughing their way back to school, arm in arm.

Perfect.

He found MC with Poppy, talking quietly as they cared for the creatures outside Professor Howin’s classroom. They fell silent as he approached, calling her name.

“Sebastian.” She wore a smile when she saw him. Sebastian thought this particular smile was one she saved only for him, but maybe that was wishful thinking. “Do you need something?”

“I was hoping to persuade you to walk with me this evening. Thought we could spend a little time away from the castle.”

“I think you’ve convinced me,” she said playfully.

Sebastian laughed. “Didn’t know it would be so difficult. I’ll meet you outside your common room?”

“I’ll be waiting.”

He didn’t realize he was afraid that tonight, of all nights, would be the night she was busy, until he was walking away. The sigh of relief that escaped his lips was heavy, and he chided himself for his nerves. That was the easy part.

When Sebastian was out of earshot, Poppy turned to MC, anxiously tugging on her sleeve. “Have you talked to him about it yet?”

MC shook her head. “He’s been so distracted since our exams, there hasn’t been the right moment. We’ve barely spoken about our plans after Hogwarts.”

“Is he still thinking about the curse breaker position?” Poppy asked.

“He hasn’t said otherwise. And I know he wants to leverage anything he can learn there that might help him break Anne’s curse.”

Poppy nodded. “Then you should tell him. That walk sounds like a perfect opportunity. And if anything he says changes your mind, you can tell me. I’ll understand.”

MC squeezed Poppy’s hand. “You’re a true friend for saying that, Poppy. But I’m not worried. He’ll understand, I’m sure of it.”

“I’ll wait up for you. Tell me everything when you get back to the dorm.”

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Resisting the urge to pace, Sebastian waited at the top of the stairs outside the Hufflepuff common room. He leaned against the wall, effecting the air of nonchalance he usually displayed so easily.

Their walk from the castle’s southern exit was peaceful, and Sebastian felt his nerves settle down. The feel of her fingers twined with his, the sound of her voice as they chatted about whatever came to mind; there was nothing like MC’s presence to put him at ease.

She waited until they were a few minutes into their journey to speak, her question catching Sebastian off guard. “Are you still thinking about taking the job at the ministry?”

“I am.” When she was silent, he continued. “Why do you ask?”

“I’ve been thinking about what I want to do now that school is over. You know how I’ve been agonizing over it. But I’ve been talking with Poppy, and we have an idea.”

“Oh? What are you two scheming?” Sebastian asked playfully.

“We want to start a kind of organization for the rehabilitation of magical creatures. Caring for creatures that were injured or trafficked and don’t have access to proper care or environments.”

“Why do I feel like this project mostly comprises the two of you hunting poachers and rescuing beasts?”

MC cleared her throat. “Probably because you are very astute, Sebastian.” This earned a laugh from the Slytherin. “It won’t be very different from what we’ve been doing around the Highlands. But if we branch out, it will mean a lot of traveling.”

There it was, the reason she had been hesitant to commit to joining forces with Poppy, concerned what Sebastian might think. How would he feel about her being away so much? Would it affect their relationship? Where would she go if they weren’t traveling? MC had nowhere to go outside Hogwarts.

“I’m keeping a home in Feldcroft, no matter where the ministry sends me. It’s where I grew up, and I want to be there if Anne ever comes back.” Sebastian looked over at her. “As long as I’m here, you’ll always have a home to come back to, MC.”

Her cheeks flushed at the sincerity in his words. “Thank you, Sebastian.”

“Who knows? Maybe in between breaking curses, I can tag along. ”

A noise in the woods to the right stopped them in their tracks. “Did you hear that?” MC asked, drawing her wand.

Sebastian’s was already in his hand, his other gently tugging MC behind him. They peered into the trees, but before they could make out what stared back, it leaped out in a scatter of leaves. MC and Sebastian jumped away from the hissing Thornback spider as it bore down on them.

“Incendio!” MC’s jet of flame hit the spider squarely, sending it screeching. MC turned to Sebastian, a pleased grin on her face. “Not so bad.”

“I think you spoke too soon, my little badger,” said Sebastian, scanning the surrounding area. Several more Thornbacks surrounded them, creeping up from all sides. “No match for the best dueling partners in Hogwarts, right?”

MC’s voice wavered. “Right.” She swallowed and raised her wand. With a swift movement, she blasted two of the spiders away, then turned to the next closest while Sebastian sent out a fire spell of his own.

A second spell died on his lips as a string of webbing slammed into his back. The force of it knocked him to his knees, and the web itself pulled him down into a tangled mess on the ground. Sebastian’s fingers scrabbled where he could reach, searching for his lost wand. He just felt the handle of it when a force started pulling him backward in a net of webs.

“Sebastian!” MC cried, flinging spells at the remaining spiders. She bolted after the fleeing Thornback, following Sebastian’s frustrated shouts.

Luckily, the web-covered lair of the Thornbacks was not far off the road. Nestled in a shallow cave beneath the overhang of a cliff, the spiders’ webby home stretched over the rock and into the surrounding trees. One of these trees was where Sebastian now found himself, quite stuck and without his wand.

Sebastian pawed at the web that surrounded him, but couldn’t free himself. He was staring down the bared fangs of the hissing Thornback, resigning himself to a very nasty bite (if he was lucky). It reared back to strike when MC’s voice rang out through the air.

“Confringo!” The spell - he still remembered the day he taught it to her in the Undercroft - transformed the mess of sticky webbing into a burst of heat. The spiders fled as their lair became uninhabitable, and a well-timed freezing charm kept the damage to the forest in check.

He felt his fingers bring wrapped around the grip of his wand as MC cleared the rest of the webbing, finally freeing him. She held out a hand, hauling him to his feet. “Are you all right?” Breathless, she fussed over him, checking him for injuring and righting his disheveled clothes.

She was still looking at him, waiting for an answer, but Sebastian found himself lost in her eyes. They still sparkled with the excitement of taking out a whole nest of spiders single-handedly, and all he could do was smile at how impressed he was by her. Clever, powerful, vibrant; all those traits that made her exceptional brought a brightness to her eyes that made him weak. Merlin’s Beard, he loved her so much it hurt, and he especially loved her when she looked at him like that.

Yes, thanks to you. Those were the words Sebastian meant to say. Yet when he forced his voice through his lips, the words that escaped were thus: “MC, marry me.”

She blinked those bright eyes at him, wide with surprise. “What?”

He ran a hand through his hair, a pained expression crossing his face. “This isn’t how I wanted to do this, but I can’t wait a second longer to ask you. MC, will you be my wife?”

“Sebastian…” MC’s heart raced. She wasn’t expecting that question. She certainly wasn’t expecting how it made her feel to hear it. Sebastian wanted to marry her?

His face fell as she wavered, trying to find the right words to say what she felt.

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes, Sebastian Sallow, I will marry you.”

He had never smiled the way he smiled now, Sebastian was sure of it. He pulled MC close, arms wrapping around her in a hug so tight that it took her breath away. She could feel his breath against her ear as he whispered, “I love you, MC.”

“And I love you, Sebastian.”

He released her from the embrace, only to grab her hand, still smiling. “Come with me. I don’t want to do this here.”

He led her out of the trees, further down their original path until they came to a stop at Sebastian’s intended destination. There were fewer trees on this hill, and the evening sun cast a warm glow over them as they caught their breath.

“Did you do this?” MC asked, looking down at the blanket spread out on the ground.

“Can’t put anything past you,” he said with a smirk. “Come sit with me.”

As MC settled beside him, Sebastian fished in his pocket for the ring. For a brief, panicky moment, he wondered if it might have fallen out during the fight with the spiders. But it was there, still tucked in its box, safe and sound.

MC wasn’t looking at him, instead staring out at the view the hill afforded. “I was just thinking something.” MC trailed off, and Sebastian waited for her to find the words. “You said I’ll always have a home as long as you’re in Feldcroft, but Sebastian… you are my home.”

It was his turn to blush at the weight of her words. “Then you better promise to always come back to me.”

“Always,” MC whispered. Cradling her hand in his own, Sebastian slipped the ring over her finger.

MC turned her hand, watching the green stones catch the light, the silver band reflecting the yellows and pinks of the sunset. “Sebastian, this is beautiful.”

His smile was a mix of reverence and sadness. “It was my mother’s. My father gave it to her when he proposed.”

Tears pricked at MC’s eyes. “I will treasure it.”

He pulled her close and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I know it couldn’t be in better hands.”

She leaned against him, snuggling into the press of his chest against her back as his arms settled around her waist. “You said this wasn’t how you planned to ask me.”

“It was supposed to be perfect.”

“What does that mean?”

“There weren’t supposed to be insects, for a start.”

She gave him a wry smile. “Spiders aren’t insects.”

Sebastian’s look matched hers. “Don’t you start.”

“Tell me the rest,” said MC. “Everything you said you planned.”

So he did, recounting all the perfect moments he had devised for them to share through the evening. He pointed out that they could still have the pumpkin juice and the pasties; he had them stashed in a basket by the tree. MC was smiling as he finished painting the picture he had conjured so carefully in his mind.

“It sounds like something out of a novel. It would have been lovely, of course.”

“But?” Sebastian prompted, sensing there was something more she wanted to add.

“But I love it when you are yourself with me, Sebastian. I loved how authentic you were when you said it.”

He tightened his grip on her. “I just wanted it to be as special as you are to me.”

“Is this what you’ve been so nervous about this week?”

“Yes.”

She cupped his face, thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone. “Why?”

“What if you said no?” It felt strange to voice the question, the one that had haunted him for so long, out loud.

“That would have been a terrible end to the story.” MC looked up into his eyes. “And our story isn’t over yet.”

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HI MAAARR, IT'S BEEN A WHILE! heard you're taking requests for blue lock now, and if it's not too much, may i request a fluffy scenario of reader braiding chigiri's hair? thanks mar, xoxo! 😚

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OH MY GODH FLUFF!! HII!! ITS REALLY HAS BEEN A WHILE!! and omg?? blue lock request!?!? frim you!?!?! sobs tyyy!! your my first resqyest <33 ALSO THIS. PROMPT... AAAAA !!! I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS,, FINALLY POSTING AGAIN LOL

chigiri treats his hair akin to how a worshipper treats a sacred temple. he uses the bathroom far longer than you, uses more hair products than you, and has more patient when it comes to beauty care more than you.

and honestly? you can't even get mad.

his hair is amazing. stunningly beautiful, silky smooth, and flows oh so naturally through the wind as he runs across the field. when his hair flips whilst he jumps, it moves so fluidly behind him, almost every move he does was cinematic. hell, even the hairs that stuck on his forehead and cheeks from the sweat looked so pretty on him, framing his face and completing the striking canvas of a masterpiece that is hyoma chigiri.

no one is ever permitted to touch his hair. why would he? as long it was his hands alone, not a single soul can touch his hair. so when chigiri asked you, his dearest lover, to braid his hair, you were quite stunned.

you blink, staring at him dumbly. "did i hear that right?" turning off your phone and turning to look at him, you saw how his eyes softened at your question. how the corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles at your disbelief.

he couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction, holding a brush, and a small pouch of hair ties in his hands. "yes. i'm asking if my lovely significant other would like to braid my hair." then he let out a long, dramatic sigh as he turns himself to leave, faking a sniffle and a tear, "but i suppose my lover doesn't want to—"

"hey wAIT—" chigiri bites his bottom lip to suppress his laughter, watching you hop off the couch hurriedly and tripping over nothing. "i didn't say shit! i wanna braid your hair!" you whined, throwing yourself onto chigiri and wrapping your arms from behind him. you lay your chin onto his shoulder and pouted at your teasing boyfriend. "can i braid your hair? please say yes! please please please? pretty please-?"

a laugh put a stop to your whining, a laugh that you loved to hear. suddenly, your heart was in your throat, your arms tightening ever so slightly around him as you buried your face into his neck, the tips of your ears burning.

chigiri finds it so cute how you're so smitten with him. he could always see you staring at him, or his hair, and how your hand twitches. probably itches to rake your hand through his hair, to touch it and play with it. you almost adore his hair more than he does. should he be jealous?

"fine, fine, you can braid my hair." chigiri finds himself laughing again, seeing you cheer as if you'd score a goal on your own. god, you were too cute for your own good, his heart couldn't take it.

and you were living the dream. finally, your boyfriend has given you the liberty to braid his hair. to touch it without consequences. perfect! you've been training for this day, and you will not mess it up.

you've paid immense attention to how he usually braids his hair, accumulating it with the style you've had in your mind for ages. so, after sitting him down on the floor with a pillow to sit on, you got to work.

he could feel how careful you were with your fingers, twisting and separating strands of his hair, making sure you don't tug too hard on his scalp and braiding them just how he likes it. the details you notice, and the amount of consideration you put into everything you do for him always makes his heart want to burst. and hearing you get excited over such trivial things, like braiding his hair, makes him fall in love with you all over again.

"there, all done!" chigiri smiles at the mirror you've given him, humming in thought. "so, do you like it? i think i've watched you braid your hair too much, but i'm not sure if i did it right... is it comfortable—"

chigiri never trusts anyone when it comes to his hair, but of course, he could always trust you to take care of him. putting down the handheld mirror, he pulled you by the collar and kissed you on the cheek, his hand caressing the back of your neck.

"i love it, thank you so much, love."

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Pirate!Schlatt x Siren!Reader, Part.2

Pirate!Schlatt x Siren!Reader Part.1 Hey hey hey! ^^ I am back at it again, I had sm fun writing the first, and sm love on it, that I have decided to make a pt.2! ^^

✰*☾ It was noon, the boat shifting through the waves fiercely, leaving larges white trails of water behind them. The Captain, Schlatt, commanding the rest of the crew to hurry up, sweep the decks, open the sails, chase away the seagulls, and such like that.

Once he could, Schlatt slipped away back into his office area on the boat, that was made specifically for him, due to him being the Captain of this boat after all.

All sorts of novelties and decorations sat in the room, a few boats in bottles, that he happened to make himself, and not only that being very detailed, all down to the rot in the wood of the boats.

up on his desk, was the angels wing shell, the large, beachy white shell rested on his desk, he looked at it for a moment, before he sighed, "So I wasn't dreaming" He spoke to himself, him finally being convinced that the Siren he saw, was truly real, if she wasn't then how would've he had gotten that Shell?

He didn't have any sort of sea sickness, he was perfectly healthy, his worry began to fade, before it could even start. He opened up a drawer on his desk, and put the Shell in it, being the only thing in that drawer, besides from old papers, that were a rustic yellow.

He sighed heavily, as he closed the drawer, he sat in his leather chair, that sat heavily on the floor. He looked around for a moment, before swiping his hair back, he got up, and went back outside to the front deck of the ship. As Hours past, the boat sailed closer, and closer towards the lands, that rested near them, they were still a long hours away, but they were getting closer.

A thick fog traveled in, making it impossible to see where they were going, Schlatt growled, annoyed, "Drop the anchors!" He yelled frustrated that they couldn't keep moving due to the fog, it was still day and they had to stay still, due to not being able to see if there were sharp jagged rocks, or small islands in-front of them or not.

As the Sun began to set to its lowest peaks, and the Moon began to shine its white aura in the sky, Schlatt sighed, walking around the Ship, making sure the decks were swept good, and clean.

"Hey!" A female voice screeched, catching Schlatt off guard, he quickly turned around, to see no one there. "hm.." He began to investigate where the voice came from, he heard it again "Down here!" the voice screeched again.

He noticed that voice.. it sounded like Y/N? He quickly ran to look around the edges of the boat, soon enough he saw the Siren, her head barely peaking out of the Crystal waters.

"Hello" She peeped out of her mouth, looking up at him with her large (E/c) eyes, they looked like two gems in her eyes. He looked at her still mesmerized in awe. "Are all Sirens as beautiful as you?" He mumbled softly, as he looked down at her.

She stayed silent, before reaching out for them, her webbed hands reaching up, as she climbed up, she hanged onto the edge of the boat, where Schlatt stood, "Wow- your pretty strong" He spoke amazed, at her upper arm strength.

"Thank you" She spoke softly, her voice was soft, and calming to listen too. Schlatt smiled softly, he grabbed her arms, and helped her up, having it to where instead of her hanging onto the edge, she had sat on the edge.

"There.." He said softly, she reached her head forward, before planting a soft feathery kiss, on Schlatt's lips.

Schlatt stood frozen, to what just happened, his face flushed, as he looked at Y/n, before sitting in-front of the Siren, and giving her a long, passionate kiss.

As he pulled away, the Sirens face was flustered, she smile giggling, as she then jumped overboard, making a loud splash in the water, she then swam to a near jagged rock, resting on it, before she began to sing a beautiful tune, letting out a sweetened symphony.

Schlatt rested his arms on the nearest ledge, as he listened to her sweet, soft voice, sang a beautiful song. Though he could only listen in awe and amazement, it was obvious he loved her singing. It lifting his mood.

As the moon began to set, the fog began to disappear, she quickly looked around before, she finished her song. Before Schlatt could speak a single word, she quickly jump back into the waters, swimming away, before the moon began to set fully, Schlatt smiled, knowing that he would see her once again.

He slowly made his way to his bed, that was on the ship, laying there a tad bit restless, unable to sleep for a hour or two, only thinking about Y/n.. "Y/n... what a amazing woman.." He spoke to himself, before blowing out the candle that played lit next to his bed, and then sleep slowly crept into his body, as his body played there, letting out soft snores.

A/N : Hello guys! here is part 2 :3 Maybe if I end up making a Part 3 it might be in Y/N's prospective who knows ^^ until next time cya! ^^

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12pt-times-new-roman · 2 years

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lore updates and commentary for the EXU:C finale brought to you by tears, destruction, and sweet, sweet tragedy

Brennan. Starting the finale in the exact same way as the first episode. I fucking love this trope and goddamnit it's so well done. And the way he's handling the explosion of the tree, the shattering of a spell the size of the entire fucking world, the sudden and immediate intrusion of beings of unfathomable power who have not set even a finger on Exandria in thousands of years? Impeccable.

This whole sequence (and it's not even over yet) is just incredible. The way that Brennan is able to take this moment and stretch it to the absolute limits of tension, to describe in such visceral detail something so incomprehensibly powerful and so incredibly fucking dark is just amazing and it breathes so much terrible, tragic life into these moments that I have no doubt that Brennan was the absolute best choice to DM this thing (besides maybe Matt himself, but honestly? With this? I don't know).

"My greatest regret is that, when I have gathered all the mortals and my siblings into my pit, I will only have eternity to punish them." Endless torment without death -- this is what he is here to do. Gods. I'm so glad that EXU:C didn't go the route of "the betrayer gods were misunderstood and they had a point, actually" and instead went for the "the gods are eldritch horrors more ancient than the world and their minds are fundamentally incompatible with human morality" idea

The Raven Queen's ritual didn't just erase her name and the name of the previous god of death from history, scripture, and the minds of mortals -- her ritual erased them from everything, including the minds and knowledge of the gods.

Asmodeus left Avalir to the "Emperor and Empress," referring to the titans beneath the city, before leaving to a newly-built Ghor Dranas where he met Gruumsh and planned to storm Vasselheim. "I have help from some old allies of ours" presumably refers to the primordial titans, as the Betrayers fought on their side just before the Schism.

And just like those long nights spent in the line of duty, you'll still never get to hear children's laughter in this home. Cerrit's children got out of that scene but my heart did not

"I love you more than the stars, and the moon, and life itself." Moon. Singular.

Evandrin exposition! He volunteered to go through the leyrite instead of Laerryn, because he wanted her dream of traveling the realms of the gods to come true. When he got there, he became anchored to the other realm -- "the tree did not kill me, Exandria was killing me. I was a foreign thing, not of that world, and the tree was pushing me out." Zerxus got sent to the same place because Asmodeus sent him to a place between life and death as he made his decision, but eventually, Zerxus would need to go one way or the other.

There is no god that could walk the earth that I worship more than your heart. And there is a power beyond the stars that you alone can find, and though you may be his by working a foul magic, I bear your name. I bear it on this stone. And one day, I will bring you home. Goddamnit, all this talk and the star motif and the beacon in the intro, it means something and I gotta know what. I beggeth thee. (timestamp 12:02 am EST)

Oh my god. Oh my god. Zerxus casts Cleansing Touch on Vespin Chloras of all people, and with a 34 persuasion roll -- "I am going to turn back, I don't have the power to stop this. That mace, you know what it will do to you come sunrise. In life, I was an infernalist, I thought-- I thought I could do it, I thought I could do it and the world would remember me as its greatest villain... listen! I will turn back, and I'll cast myself far away from here but you don't have long! Do not bother with my name. I saw in the darkness that my name would be destroyed, and I wanted nothing more than for my name to be remembered. I am sure the Lord of the Hells will give me that. I am a fool... I am a fool, and I have brought ruin onto the world. Pray your name will be forgotten." Vespin Chloras, without an ounce of prompting aside from that first plea for magic, altered Zerxus' contract with the literal fucking devil to give him one more night apart from that creature, one more night in exchange for the moment that Zerxus gave him-- cast a ninth level Time Stop and gave Zerxus enough time (with help from Quay and Laerryn's ether stone) to cast Revify on Quay and Patia.

And the contrast. The way Brennan said that Zerxus could see the mortality in Vespin that he would never see in Asmodeus, the way he used that absolute devastation and shattering of belief and used that to instill that tiny shard of realization and understanding in Zerxus. The image of the mace actively writing Zerxus' contract, scribing the clauses that eternally keep him from deliverance, as the man steps out from the broken body of the tree that once protected Exandria with that same action.

"There's something magical inside you that you don't know if you'd survive releasing it... it's not Infernal, it's from the tree." It's a wish spell, bet your ass. (timestamp: 12:22 am EST) Update at 3:28 am EST: CALLED IT.

If the Primordials escape, "there is no new dawn for Exandria in any age of the world." And they will escape if Avalir touches down. And Laerryn has a working astral leyrite, with a tuning fork, during an apogee solstice, with no Arboreal Calyx in the way. Her plan is to use that to target the Primordials and move them to somewhere else, but either way, Avalir will eventually touch down or be forced down.

The Hells and the Feywild had an ancient pact that essentially bound Asmodeus to warn the fey of impending doom, effectively saying "this does not concern you, get out or be caught in it." This warning made the courts of the Feywild appear to all the fey in Exandria, offering a path home. And Quay stayed. I'm sorry, my lady, but I love another more. "You choose the woman and the world."

Quay's last broadcast ;-;

The stained glass from the intro is in the astral leywrite room!

Holy fuck. The Taxmen deal damage proportional to the highest spell slot level the target has available, and they can steal spell slots from people, and they have a short anti-magic cone, because they were made with a war in mind -- a war with Aeor. Indicating that Aeor specifically was a worry for Avalir -- not Zemniaz, Kethesk, or any other flying city (or even any other major terrestrial city, like Vasselheim or Shattengrod), but Aeor specifically.

Patia using the stained glass to cast a wall of force, glass shattering into this wall that protects her and Laerryn from the greatest villain in Exandrian history, inside the room with the astral leywrite and near-perfectly mimicking the introduction. gods. the cinematic potential of this entire thing is insane.

"You know me. I'd never have let my guard down like that. I took those blows." zerxus. zerxus. p l e a s e.

That's two failed death saves for Zerxus, minutes before sunrise.

With her dying breath, Patia sends a wish spell into the astral leywrite, and the city's batteries charge to 100%. and Quay's readied healing word saves the goddamned world.

They succeeded. In the end, they succeded, and the leywrite constructed a way out of this world for the Primordials. They were gone. And as the magic flows, energy erupts. The ground shakes. And the leylines angle up into the heavens. You hear the ground trembling... "What have you done?! No, no, no! If Domunas is the smile of Exandria, then let's shatter her teeth." In these final moments, there are many things that you do not see, but it would be right for you to know. A ship of sorcerous children flies from the city of Avalir-- I don't know how to describe what Exandria would have lost, and instead, all of those children are taken away.

Though the continent of Domunas becomes the Shattered Teeth, the titans are bound to a barreling leyline, thrown through as many realms as the astral leywrite could send them, and they do not join the Betrayers. Because they do not join the Betrayers, one day, the people of Exandria will triumph, and the Calamity will end. This eruption, of the titans destroying Domunas, will cover Exandria in ash for a hundred years, marking the beginning of the Calamity.

In Nydas' last moments, he hears his brother. "Nydas, this is Edilas. We're on the flagship, where are you?" "Yes, brother. All will be well." He got the kids out, the ships to those people. And he thinks that it's alright that no one will remember his dream, because it was real for them, and for those who survived it will inspire them to dream of things far better.

Zerxus knows that salvation is there for everyone, and though he goes to serve at the hand of the Lord of the Hells, Elias and Evandrin are reunited by a starlight griffin. And Evandrin swears that he will find this place beyond the stars where Zerxus lies, and will bring him home. And having given this world of Exandria a chance, the fire of Zerxus' love for Evandrin burns brighter than any fire of the Hells ever could.

In Patia's last moments, she sees that Laerryn did it. She succeeded. She remembers the words -- selfish, selfish, selfish. And at the end of the city that defined her, in that moment, she remembers her grandfather. "If a time will come when you should choose between the Por'cos and Avalir-- we built Avalir. We can build it again. What matters more? The dream, or the dreamer?" Her final thoughts are that there are many more dreams to come. She hears the voice of a young girl. "Dad? Dad, it's Maya, I've got some kind of orb, I've got--" She knows that the new paths don't have to trace the paths of the old.

Cerrit hears his stone. "Wingspan? This is Cleareye. I'm here." "I hear you, Cleareye." "What's happening?" "You sound so afraid. Don't be. Are you with your mother?" "Dad, this is Talon. We're back--" "Darling. We're in Jrusar, all is well. Wingspan, I'm here. They're both here. They're both here. Tell me you're fine." "I'm so sorry I was never there, I'm sorry I never saw you or them. If I can, I promise I will make it up to you." "That's a promise, dad. That's a promise." "Darling, is this goodbye?" "No. No. Those children are the best thing we ever did, and it's gonna take a lot more than this to stop me from getting back to them and you." "Don't feel regret. Moments feel like they're gonna last forever all the time. You look for problems, and I know you saw the moment you wanted there. Our children love you, I love you, you're a great man, and I don't know why--" And Cerrit survives. The last member of the Ring of Brass flies for weeks over oceans choked by ash and soot. You don't get to give your kids the world that they deserve, but you get to give them the world they fight for with you.

Quay and Laerryn are alive, for now. Together. Married, embracing, as a labyrinth collapses around them. "This isn't the most romantic place in the world, but it sort of looks like a church... I've been able to become anyone I want my whole life, but I just wanna be with you." "You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I have lived my life in defiance of the gods but I know that meeting you is a miracle, and so I know they're real."

There's something so satisfying, bittersweet, and beautifully melancholy about a really, really good tragedy. 'Cause like the Greeks have said, character is fate. These people had a thousand chances to fix this, a thousand chances to change it, to alter the course of history. And that would've been a nice story. A nice story about people coming to their senses just in time to save the world. But that's not this story. No. This story is about, are you the woman who doomed the world, or the woman who saved it? Are all of you the heroes you strove to be, or the villains you might have been afraid you were becoming? In a world with this much power, what can be said to be the difference?

Why do we tell stories? To make sense of a world that's complicated and enormous. In Exandria, I can't promise what will happen to Cerrit and his family, or to the children of the Sorcerous Academy, or that your stories will be remembered... But the Calamity, because of you, will not be here forever.

Every single member of the Ring of Brass could, in some way or stretch of the imagination, be blamed for things that led to the Calamity. And yet, as their world is burning around them, Nydas takes his armada of ships and automatons to gather the citizens of Avalir and bring them to the surface. Quay makes one last broadcast to instruct the people on how to get to those ships, and makes a last-ditch effort to get their names to be remembered. Cerrit has already saved his own children, and now aids a friend in saving his. Zerxus, with his final hours in his own mind, saves his child, and makes sure that the children make it out of Cathmoira first. Patia sends her life's work, her life's memories, to a clever little girl who could use it to better the world around her. Laerryn takes her own life's work and uses it not to raise the city above all others in wealth, power, glory, or knowledge, not to save its image or its name, but to save its people at the expense of all of those things. And this, I think, gets to the heart of what this story is: a story of mortality and immortality, and about the worlds of difference that exist between the human morality of mortals and the alien morality of elder gods.

#critical role #critical role liveblog #exandria unlimited #exandria unlimited calamity #exu #exu calamity #exu spoilers #note watches c3 #long post #VERY long post #sorry

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nnibarrel · 26 days

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So... Trine 5: A Clockwork Conspiracy. My recent obsession. Let's go! I'll try to do it without significant spoilers.

Carefull, long post under the cut!

First of All. Amadeuses Kids! They grew up! UWU. They're such cute little young fireball casters. Omg, that's almost like watching your nephews grow, they feel so much like a family...

That game series has been with me since I was a child and as I remember Trine (part 1) was my first (real) videogame! And now when I play Trine 5 it cures my soul so much, right when I needed it. It's like... Has a Tolkien vibe for me. I mean in the sense that It's too fairy tail outside, it may look childish, but it has layers! I really like the plot, it hit me right in the heart and made me reflect. And I was struggling with dark thoughts on Future and Trine's perspective on the global world's problems made me smile and hope for the best... Really thank you, trine team, you're awesome :D Where there's people who share your concerns and put it in the work of art like that and make witty satire on it that's precious. I have returned some of my faith in humanity now.

Well, maybe some people may not see what I saw or just won't feel such weight, cause my recent experience made me stump on it, so well I need to say that plot in general... Dramatic. I was impressed How it manages to balance at the edge of magical fairy tail and life drama (OR that's again me and my pains. Anyway...) STRONG twists and things at stake. Heroes encounter both global threat and personal challenges (all three of them, but poor wizard, he got it the most. But he's so silly old man, I'm crying) (Zoya, my girl, I love you...) (Pontius... You're just perfect, I'm proud of you, example of a real knight :D)

Character writing is amazing, they REALLY feel alive.

For example: Amadeus marries a woman after he became a hero and throughout the whole game series he mentions that, then he mentions their kids and, like i mentioned now, now we see how they grew up! And in fifth's game due to plot he misses his triplets greatly and in the forest three heroes meet a fox with three little foxes... And Amadeus is like "oh no, I'm a terrible father" 😭

And there's a lot of cute normal or giant animals in the game series, we're helping them and then they come up and help us. Such lightsome game, I can't/// Those animals... Uwu/// (Just a little detail but I wanted to mention that...)

What I like else about the narrative: humor :D For demonstration I just let Pontius to show himself:

And now when I've let out my shouts...

*sights* AaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA. Another round, Friends :D

I. Worship. Those. Artists. They are geniuses. Screenshots speak for themself, I guess.

Design, artwork and effects... No, I can't describe it in words, again, I just pray on it. So damn enchanting. I literally dream to be like those artists who work on this series. (And that's a threat) When I think of it, well, maybe THAT magic inspired me to be who I am right now...

Magic observatory where's pictures of butterflies there and there... ARE YOU DESNAN, WIZARDS???

And those just killed me. Episode in a dark place with the sudden rays of hope... I was just. Aaaah... So beautiful both by art and location's story. Replica of the second screenshot: "It's rare that ghosts are on our side. Usually we and undead are not on good terms." What did I tell you? :D Tolkien vibe!

So who got through my post till the end... Please, please get to know those game series. I didn't mention it at all above but It's also a genius of gameplay. It's a platformer with (some) fighting and (a lot of) puzzles. Also. It's thrice (:D) fun in coop.

AND. Music. Won't say much about it either but It's a genius magical masterpiece. I guarantee you: Trine soundtrack will find its way to your playlist.

P. S. Will I do fanart on trine? Maybe... Maybe... You know, I just have that strange thing: some stories are "sacred" in my brain so I can't Just sit and draw cause I'm constantly stressed out if it turns out bad or worse: not how I imagined it. Same with Tolkien books, btw. In fandom since childhood, (if you count that, if not - from adolescents and first steps to the internet) and no single drawing. (not single real drawing at least)

But! I have Nine Parchments fanart :D

Oooh. And. I have THEM in frame. Art from my friend who gifted it to me at postcrossing some time after we played Trine 4 (and then the whole game series) together! It was such a pleasant surprise!

The end. ❤️❤️❤️

#Trine 5 #Frozenbyte

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zstargalaxy · 2 years

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lol how about eevee or hisuian zorua or even alolan vulpix with twst guys of your choice

Interesting choices! And very large range of possibility!

I will be doing one for now but i might do the rest one at a time so we'll just see ;)

Today will be the Alolan Vulpix x Pomeifiore students.

Also, if anyone is gonna request a next scenario or anything at all, pls put of what type of relationship you would like to see the boys with the Pokemon MC or any extra details you might wanna see.

For this one, it will be romantic.

TWISTED WONDERLAND x POKEMON

POMEIFIORE x Alolan Vulpix MC

👑VIL SCHOENHEIT 👑

Such grace, such beauty, such elegance...

Vil is contemplated of whether he should admire you for your unbelievable beauty or despise you for how you naturally flaunt your beauty without even knowing that you gain a fan base among NRC students and outside.

(Which included Rook)

He was taken back when the mirror assigned you for he's dorm despite you being a girl yet wasnt all that shock.

Afterall, Pomeifiore is base after the Beautiful Queen after all.

Yet he cant get that lingering jealousy that he had over you.

ESPECIELY HOW YOU TEACH THE BABY POTATO HOW TO DO A PERFECT POSTURE AND DO GOOD MANNERS WITHOUT HIM COMPLAINING!? COME ON!!

Everytime he asked Mira on he's phone on who is the most beautiful one of all, it would sometimes result in he's long time rival, Neige LeBlanche, or even YOU

He was somehow both relief and displeased at your not participatingship at the VDC event but he let it slide...for now.

He always glances at you and what you were doing (being he's usual self)

But he cant get this...weird feeling he is getting from whenever he is around you.

Especielly seeing Neige being so close to you.

He cant just stand it!!

After the whole overblot accident, Vil learns to appreciate you more and learn that you werent even aiming for he's dream that was for him alone (even though it sounds abit ridiculous)

Infact! You two started dating (after the events of Chapter 6)

Whenever you two go have an outing for your date, you both decided somewhere secluded and private to not get any of their fans on you both.

Though, obviously, Vil understands and keep their relationship a secrat to not get any prying eyes on them or a crowds of people ruining their date whenever they go out.

You even decided to bedazzle him an small uet elegant ice dance for him. Just for him.

You are definetly he's muse for inspiration.

To love.

🏹 ROOK HUNT 🏹

Quelle beauté! merveilleux! superbe! Were among the many compliments that Rook can come up upon seeing you at first glance.

No beastman has ever caught he's eye like you had and he is head over heals at how beautiful and majestic you are.

And dont get him started when he saw your ice moves and small dance from afar.

He is enchanted!

You were kinda freaked out whenever he stalks you like a hunter aiming gor the fox's fur.

During one time, you even use powder snow on him during one of he's stalkings and Vil wasnt happy about that.

Rook was sad upon hearing you are not participating for this year's VDC event but he truly understands and let you do what you want to do.

During the training of VDC, You and Rook kinda got closer and kinda band togather when you two saw how Vil acted very strangely.

You two secrately discuss and even gave theories on Vil's attitude until the day of the competition.

Rook was right about it when Vil tried to Poison Neige with an Apple juice.

After the whole Overblot incident, you two became even closer than before.

And could you believe it? You two are togather.

Though abit creeped out by he's stalking, you slowlu came to understand that it was him showing fascination and love.

The majority of the beastman even supported your relationship!

(Though its probably because Rook is mostly putting he's attantion on you)

🍎EPEL FELMIER🍎

Amazing

Epel cant deny that the small show that you provided with your ice moves was something he had never seen before.

And when he saw you fought? Ultimate respect.

You two bonded immediately when you both want out for fresh air from the atmosphere of the Dorm that they unfortunately been assigned to.

Chatted, Joke around and even told one another about yoursalves and what you had expected from your first years in NRC.

Epel expected to be in Savannaclaw while you didnt expect to enter at all.

Yet as time flies by, you two kinda appreciate being in Pomeifiore for it had brought you two togather.

You two even became sparring partners in secrat.

You had taught him how to defence and offense during this sessions and had taught him a valuable lesson about how both of your looks can be a big disadvantage in battles.

Like how the opponent may look at you being weak and punny but you have used that as a way to suprise him and attack him.

Epel immediately falls in love with you.

And after the whole mess (Both Overblot and VDC), you two offically became a couple.

Oh yeah!

One time when Epel's family had sent him apples, you had made your famous homemade Malasadas with the apples as the filling.

When the small boy had received a letter as response from he's package of Malasadas to he's family, all it had said from he's Gram Gram is...

MARRY THAT GIRL.

{BONUS}

"The quiet falling snow from the skies!

Crystals of water.... Constantly shimmering!

Blanketing the world with their frosty Z-Power!

Together with my fiery spirit, rise up into the vast sky once again!!!

Subzero Slammer!"

You had used your z-move during Vil's Overblot.

And everyone was SHOCK!

If you hadnt explain to anyone of what creature you are or where you had origanated, anyone would may somehow mistaken it as your Unique Magic.

The amount of ice and power that they had all seen was both mesmerizing and frightening for it had easily defeated Overblot Vil all at once.

After that mess, everyone immediately came to you about your "Unique Magic"

When you explain to them about it, they didnt such an item exists in the first place until you fully told them about who you are.

About where you come from, that you are from another dimension, a different species, Pokemon, etc.

They took it all in at wonder and shook at the new information that they now have.

They all swore to keep it a secrat from any outsiders.

The Pomefiore trio pledge on that.

After all, they wouldn't want to lose their precious little fox now do they?

#twst x pokemon #anime #twisted wonderland #vulpix #alolan pokemon #twst mc #twisted wonderland x pokemon #pomefiore #epel felmier #vil schoenheit #rook hunt

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fischlslays · 1 year

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omg hi Harper! <3

so i saw that the requests are open:

can you do some Sanemi and Giyu alphabets??

thx!!!

Giyuu and Sanemi SFW Alphabets:

Pairings:Giyu × Reader, Sanemi × Reader

WARNINGS:None :)

♡

Listen to these:

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Friendly Reminder: This is a request :) Also, I'm really happy that they asked! @whateverbitchguys (I think they deleted their account)

▪︎▪︎▪︎

Another Friendly Reminder:

☆You look hot today

☆Your crush likes you back

☆You slay

Enjoy! :)

Tomioka Giyu:

A- Affection (showing love):

At first it will be Awkward, but he is working on it, he will buy you gifts, and then slowly becomes touchy, like he will hug, kiss, and whatever.

B- Best (best moments with you):

The best moment he had with you was when you asked him out, he became a blushing mess, which is a rare sight, and when he said yes, the way you jumped into him>>>> And the time you first cooked for him was amazing, you almost became his full time cook- he might send his crow over to ask you for your cooking (he did).

C- Cuddles (cuddling positions that won his heart):

D- Dates (where he would take you for a first date):

He would take you near a pond, which makes sense since he is the Water Pillar. It calms him down, the sound of water is perfect, and the sight of you sitting on his lap feels like heaven. He might think it's a dream-

E- Emotions (emotions he will show around you):

He might seem emo and emotionless, but he would actually show deep emotions around you, from happiness to grief, to others. He will try not to show negative emotions, to keep the aura clear. :)

F- Fabulous (something extraordinary about him <3

He seems like a pretty normal person, but he is extremely patient, and you are the most annoying creature in this world.

G- Gentle (is he gentle physically and emotionally while interacting with you):

Yes. He will interact with you like you are a piece of glass, he will treat you gently, as if you were to break at any moment. He doesn't cuss at you or any thing :)

H- Hugs (does he likes hugs?)

Of course he does <3 He would hug you like this:

I- I love you (how much does he loves you?):

A solid 100%

J- Joking (jokes he would say. Is he funny?)

Don't expect something grand💀. He will most likely tell dad jokes, or knock knock jokes. He is more into the romantic field rather than being goofy.

K- Kiss (does he likes to kiss you?)

Yeahh, this is giving me "After Dark" vibes. YOUR LIPS WERE SOFT LIKE WINTER, IN YOUR PASSION, I WAS LOST.

L- Lmao (funny moments):

It's the time Giyu tried to act like Sanemi, so he found a stray dog and tried to touch it, it went wrong and the dog started chasing him. You never saw him running do fast.💀

M- Music (his musical taste):

N- No (things he won't do):

For whatever he has in mind, as long as its gonna hurt you, he'll leave it.

O- OK (things he likes to do):

He definitely likes to be with you <3 basically every thing that has to be done with you. ♡

P- Pranks (does he prank you? How often?):

No, he doesn't prank you. He knows how it feels like to be pranked.💀 #JusticeForGiyu

Q- Quiz (can he answer questions about you?)

Yeah he can, and without hesitation. He notices the small details. <33

R- Rude (is he rude?)

No, do I have to explain?💀

S- Sundays (what he does in his free time):

Yes probably sleep or talk to you <3

T- Talk (Is he talkative?):

No. Period.

U- Ugly (is he ugly?)

Kinda.

V- View (you from his perspectives):

He sees you as his. And you are normally goofing around. What can I say 🤷

W- Will (what he will do for you?):

Would you on your knees for me? Buy a BIG diamond ring for me?

X- idk what to write. Bruh, any way since you stopped by to read, drink wootah

Y- You ( what he likes about you):

Basically the whole package.

Z- Zaddy:

Jk bruh🙄🤚

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

Shinazugawa Nemi:

A- Affection (showing love):

My man here sucks at emotions, so um, expect insults <3 examples: Ugly🥰 Asshole😍 Weirdo❤

B- Best (best moments with you);

The best moment so far was when you planned a picnic at night, you had so much ohagi, so yeah. It's his best memory <3

C- Cuddles (cuddling positions that won his heart):

D- Dates (were he would take you for a first date?):

He'd prefer it if it was in his house, because he doesn't want any one to think he is "weak" for dating, but he'll show love once you both are alone <3 When he gets more comfortable, y'all are going to a nearby restaurant that sells ohagi.

E- Emotions (emotions he will show around you):

He'd definitely not show weakness if you both just got together, it needs time. But regularly, he'd show anger, and a little of affection if he is feeling cute today.🥰

F- Fabulous (something extraordinary about him):

He can shove his whole foot up your ass <3 Jk, but it's real. He is light tempered, please be worried if you are annoying, alots off y'all out there SHOULD be careful.

G- Gentle (is he gentle with you physically and emotionally?):

Physically yes. Emotionally no.

H- Hugs (does he likes hugs?)

Yeah, but not in front of many people <3 He'd hug you like this:

You be like: 👁👄👁

I- I love you (how much does he loves you)?:

He doesn't. Just kidding, a perfect 100% <3

J- Joking (jokes he would say. Is he funny?):

He doesn't say jokes, and no he is NOT funny. You recall the time you forced him into telling a joke he said:

"Knock Knock"

"Who's there? <3"

"Mr. Angry"

"Angry Who?"

"ANGRY AT YOU"

K- Kiss (does he likes to kiss you?):

Yeah he does, but it he would be aggressive at times, but at times he'd be gentle.

L- Lmao (funny moments):

You gave him ohagi one time, but he catch is that it was filled with water, you imagine his face and your grave <3

M- Music (his musical taste):

Bc I can:

N- No (things he won't do):

Y'all listen! He might be mean, but he never wanted to hurt you, even if you had a fight, he'd try to swallow his pride and apologise. <3

O- Ok (things he likes to do):

As I said before, he likes ohagi, and moonlight walks, he adores heart to heart talks. He likes to spend time with you, since his love language is Quality time and Physical touch.

P- Pranks (does he prank you? How often?):

Yeah he do prank you. He once faked a horrible wound, and when you saw it, you panicked. He jumped out of his chair and said: YOU JUST GOT #KRISSED ICHI GITCHI DADADA. OK, jk, he said: YOUR FACE WAS PRICELESS! TOO BAD I DON'T HAVE A MIRROR! *laughs and accidently snorts, and it got followed by a fart-*

Q- Quiz (can he answer questions about you?):

Yeahh

R- Rude (is he rude?):

Why you here? Ofc he is.

S- Sundays (what he does in his free time):

If he wasn't with you, he'd be at the park watching kids falling, and he'll laugh.

T- Talk (Is he talkative?):

Yeah, but only with you, because you got nothing to do with your life.

U- Ugly (Is he ugly?):

"Ew! He looks like a bug eye creep!"

-my friend

V- View (you from his perspective):

His personal equipment, the person he trust the most, the person who is annoying.

W- Will (what will he do for you?):

He'd definitely do anything to please you.

X- idk what to write here, but DID YOU SEE S2 KAZUTORA?! I WANNA BE SAVEEEED

Y- You (what he likes about you):

Every. Fucking. Inch.

Z- Zaddy:

Omg yeahhh.

Hi <3

I'm glad you reached this part <3 I want to thank alots of you guys ♡ lots of people started following me these days <3 ILY YALL. BIG THANKS TO @ask-muichiro-tokito thx bestie♡

Harper <3

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