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all444miles · 10 months

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hi this is my first time requesting! can you do e42 miles and his girlfriend on her quinceañera please and ty <3

— PRINCESA

pairing: earth 42!miles x fem!afro-hispanic!reader genre: fluff summary: it's your quince, your big day, and your boyfriend is right there with you, dancing with you (and shi, he can dance) reveling in your beauty ‹3 a/n: this is your first time requesting? this is my first request, so, im honored!! this was acc like, really fun to write 😭 the fact this isnt even long but i still took so long is SILLYY, im rlly rlly sorry for that.. + if these translations r wrong PLEAAASEEE CORRECT ME bc ion wanna mess up on this at all

a/n 2: anything underlined with probably have a link to give you a ref to wtv the context is, (e.g, your makeup), the nails, dress, n bouqet are in the three pics above!! also, the large spaces between paragraphs is js basically a lil skip to the next part (like the entrance to the last doll !) please do listen to the song shown in the fic when the waltz happens to feel how the reader did, n i tried my best to describe what was happening but this quince vals kinda shows it best, js imagine more men around em n the start of this for the surprise dance, i think its called wepa? (MILES HAS A COWBOY HAT ON AGGGHHGHH) 😭 enjoy!

It was your day. the day you turned 15, the day you transitioned from girlhood to womanhood, and God, you were estatic. It was all planned perfectly.

You were outside the hall, and it was time for your entrance. Your mother and Rio were adding the finishing touches to your hair, while your lover carefully put on your necklace for you, as you didn’t want to mess up your nails. He paid for them, after all.

“Mi amor, you look like proper royalty right now, y’know that?” he says to you, making your heart feel warm as he speaks. You smile at him, “Thank you, Miles. Ma, are you sure everything is gonna go okay?” you look at your mother with slight concern, fidgeting with your fingers. “¡Cálma, cielo! Te ves goregous, y me he asegurado de que todo salga perfecto, ¿de acuerdo?” (take it easy, angel! You look gorgeous, and i’ve made sure everything goes perfectly fine, alright?). You nodded your head, as Rio motioned you to take two deep breaths, Miles chuckling in amusement.

Your father stepped in and announced, “Es hora princesa, ¿estás lista?” (it’s time princess, are you ready?). You smiled, your nervousness fading and your excitement overtaking as you quickly fixed your dress. “Mhm!” And with that, you walked into the court as Lo que paso, paso by Daddy Yankee played, your left hand in your mothers and your right in your fathers, as four of your cousins, as your chambelanes, (including Miles, the chambelan de honor), danced behind you as the three of you danced into the court, the MC announcing your arrival.

You sat down on your “throne” as your little sister came up to you, twirling before stopping to face you and handed you your last doll, a smile on her face. “Gracias, hermanita” (Thank you, baby sister) you whispered to her as you kissed her forehead and she hugged you, giggling before walking off back to your mother.

After your crowning, changing of shoes and your father daughter dance, it was time to do your waltz. The setting faded as a light shon on you and Miles, a smirk on his face, Golden Hour by JVKE playing in as your chambelanes moved around you two.

She’s got glitter for skin, my radiant beam in the night..

Your boyfriend had your hand in his, close to eachother, a loving smile imprinted on the both of your faces. “Ya sabes, cariño, puedes bailar bastante bien.” (You know, baby, you can dance pretty well.)” He chuckled and slightly put his head down and shook his head, “Por supuesto que puedo, ma, lo aprendí de y para mejor.” (Course I can, ma, I learnt from and for the best.)

As the incoming line came in, Miles spun you three times, then your primos (cousins) and your boyfriend circled around you before lifting you up and spinning you, your dress flowing.

It’s your golden hour..

A grin from ear to ear, you watched everybody around you looking up at you astonishment as you spun, hearing cheers from your aunties and your mother (Rio included). They put you down, as the song continued, your chambelanes on one knee around you, you in the middle taking a curtsy, before continuing your dance.

The song faded, it had ended, but it was time for your surprise dance. The loud blasts of el mariachi and fizzing of the indoor pyrotechnics could be heard from every angle of the room; the boys on stage as you stood back till it your signal to come in.

Your primos and Miles’ stomps echoed through the court—holding onto their hats as their body’s moved, to the flow of the music. Miles was actually better than you expected at this, and he looked quite fine with that hat on too, you thought. You heard whistles coming from your tios, and a small shout of encouragement from Rio to her son, which make you chuckle. She patted your back and motioned you to step in.

You walked into the middle as the boys stepped back, sprinkling roses onto you as you spread out your arms. As you stepped in and stepped out, Miles on one knee as you circled around him, your cousins stomping once again to the beat of the sound. He stood up as you held your dress to dance along with them, them picking you up one last time, earning trills and cheers from the people sitting down.

The very last song came in, and it was just you and Miles, dancing cumbia together, your cousins stepped back hyping you two up. You kicked forward as he kicked back, you two dancing in pure sync, the whole court cheering your names while you two tried to hide your laughs. It was one of the best nights of your life, a smile on everybody’s face the entire time.

At the end of your quince, you and Miles were talking in a corner. You looked up at him, pupils dilated “Te ves muy guapo con ese sombrero puesto.” (You look pretty handsome with that hat on.)

He laughed to himself, shaking his head. “Oh, word? Aight, i’ll keep it on then.” You pressed your forehead with his, “Gracias por hacer que esta noche sea tan divertida para mí, cariño.” (Thank you for making this night so fun for me, baby). He kissed your forehead, “No hay nada que agradecerme, mi reina, fue muy divertido ser promocionado por tus primos.” (There is nothing to thank me, my queen, it was a lotta fun to be cheered on by your cousins.)

He planted a kiss to your lips, “I love you, mami.”

“You know I love you too.”

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miguel-ohara-lover · 7 months

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Kinktober day 8 - Period Sex

Prompt list

Cw: Nsfw, ftm!reader, blood, “pussy” and “cunt” used, squirting

Note: this was a request I didn’t come up with this- also like feel free to ask to be on a tag list idk

Miguel’s warm hands moved down your beautiful body, caressing every curve perfectly. His eyes looked down at you with so much list and desire, you felt like prey being watched by the predator. He couldn’t help it, he couldn’t help but stare at all of you. In his eyes you are the most amazing thing he could ever touch, see, feel… taste.

His hands moved to your hips, gently squeezing the soft flesh before moving again. He rested them on your stomach this time, and it felt like heaven, relieving those horrible cramps you felt, even if it’s just a little it was better than before.

You knew of this fantasy of his for quite some time now. It took a lot to work up the courage and give in to this desire of his. Not that you didn’t want this, of course, but the subject of sex in general had been… a difficult topic for you. He did everything possible to ensure you’re comfortable, anything he could.

“I’ll be gentle, mi príncipe.” He whispered against your ear as his fingers hooked into your panties, gently easing them down your thighs and off your gorgeous legs. He placed kisses along your neck and jaw as his fingers slid between your slick folds. You let out a small gasp when they rubbed your clit, feeling so sensitive to touch.

Your hands tugged at his pants and underwear, pulling them down around his thighs. His cock was already stiff and leaking precum just from the sight of you. He never knew this would have such an affect on him, seeing his fingers coated in your blood… it did things to him he couldn’t even describe.

As gently as he could, Miguel pressed the tip of his leaking cock to your entrance. You bit your lower lip as you felt him slowly enter you, moaning as your push is stretched around him. The blood acted as extra lube, allowing him to slide in so easily, his hips quickly meeting your pelvis. He felt so good inside you, the warmth of your cunt made his dick twitch.

He started to slowly move in and out, letting out low grunts and groans as he felt your pussy contract around him. The sight of your blood on his dick made his head spin. It was so hot, he could barely focus on anything else. His thrusts were soon motivated by the sight, in to get more, out so he can see the pretty shine in the faint light of the room. The tip hit the right spot every time, and you couldn’t contain your moans.

Miguel’s pace quickened as he felt his climax approaching. With the new pace your own built up quickly as well. It just felt so good, you wanted it to never end. His fingers found your clit once again, rubbing circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, making you cry out. You moaned and trembled as his fingers worked your clit, bringing you so much closer to the edge.

With one more loud moan you came undone, his fingers and cock never slowing down, and you squirted on him and his cock, shocking both of you. That was enough for Miguel, and he soon spilled inside you, filling you up with his warm cum. His thrusts slowed and settled as a steady pace as you two rode out your orgasms. His fingers on your clit made you whine, the overstimulation so much after that mind blowing release.

He pulled out, his cock and fingers covered in your blood. He grabbed a nearby towel and cleaned himself up as best he can before scooping you up and running a much needed nice and warm bath. He scrubbed your hair, washed your aching body as best he could, and pampered you the rest of the night with all your favorite snacks and movies until you fell asleep peacefully in his arms.

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@6thhokageswife @zaunsin @famouscattale @m4dyy @thedevax @migueloharastruelove @queerponcho

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara kinktober #miguel o’hara x ftm reader

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hyunsvngs · 8 months

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Please it's my biggest kink too!! Wolfgang didn't help at all omg. Help there are so many asks with a/b/o! Where do I start.

What about the boys being with you for your heat for the first time?

-🦇

OKKK so i thought the best way to do this would be to name what i think they’d be a/b/o-wise too before i describe it. under the cut bc long & not for everyone!!

chan: alpha

the whole room is hot. you’re sure it’s become stifling in a matter of five minutes, sweat beginning to form on your brow and an itching underneath your skin. your boyfriend seems unaffected, working away on the computer at a track he’s been staring at for hours. huffing, you get up, stalking over to the thermostat and checking to see if the heat had clicked on.

it’s off. huh.

“weird,” you mumble, and the noise of your feet stomping back over to the leather couch catches chan’s attention. he pulls the headphones from his ears, slinging them around his neck and giving you a warm smile.

“you alright, baby?”

“it’s so fucking hot in here. are you warm?” you question. you rip your t-shirt off to leave you in a sports bra, your chest wet with sweat. chan blinks, and then his nose is scrunching up. then, his eyes go wide.

“you’re in heat…?” he says. it’s semi-questioning and semi-declarative. he’s confused. you’re confused. you weren’t due until…

you pick up your phone, blinking at the date. oh, yeah. today. you’re due today.

“oh,” you say, rather intelligently. “i’m in heat.”

when you turn to chan, he’s sweating too. you know what omega pheromones can do to alphas - you can see the visual effect of it. more importantly, you can now feel the itching under your skin turning into a burning hot need. suddenly, chan is looking absolutely delectable, especially since his cock is now chubbing up in his pants and you can fucking see it. you had never fucked during your heat before, chan saying it was way too risky given the way alphas can get - but it’s beginning to seem like it’s happening today.

chan notices your eyeline, before he’s sighing, rubbing his temples. he spins the chair around to look at you. you’re covered in sweat, sports bra sticky. “we are not fucking in my studio.”

it’s a suggestion, not a statement. you know you will be. “but imagine how good it’d be for everyone to know that i’m your omega, channie.” chan’s eyes go wide.

“get over here,” you’re quick to raise from your seat, prancing over to him and perching in his lap. he catches your hips, before he’s lowering you onto his bulge, letting out a sharp breath at the feeling of you. “jesus, you’re- do you always get this wet in heat?”

“mm, yeah. ‘s so much more, channie, so much slick to get your cock nice and wet,” you’re purring, nuzzling into his scent gland. the smell of salt water and sand fills your nostrils and you’re whining, pressing your nose further into him. “you gonna give your omega your knot, alpha? need it, need you to breed me.”

“oh my god, baby, you’re going to fucking kill me.”

minho: alpha

you wake up from the heat. it’s so fucking warm. the blanket’s been pushed off of you, pooling around your ankles, and the smell of chocolate is sharp in the room. you turn to look at your boyfriend, expecting to see him sleeping peacefully, but his eyes are dark and set on you.

“you’re in heat, omega,” you whine, nodding. you were, and it was impossible to deny from the pheromones you were pumping out. “i’ll help you build a nest and i’ll go. okay?”

no. no. alpha can’t go. your brain goes fuzzy, pressing your whole body into him. he’s in just his boxers, and you can feel his cock hard, aching and leaking through the fabric. “can alpha stay? need your knot, please, please-“

“baby, you’re not in the right mind for this,” his voice is soft, despite the firmness of the statement. he lets you lay on top of him nonetheless, trying to ignore the rivulets of slick dripping through your pyjama pants and onto him. his hands are rubbing small circles on your lower back, just making your pussy leak even more. “i can’t-“

“please! min, we’ve talked about it. you said you would, you said you’d help me, you said i wouldn’t have to do it alone and it’s so warm, so warm, alpha-“

you squeak when he rolls you over, pinning your hips to the bed with a growl. “you want my knot that badly? you’re really begging for it?” you nod, eyes feeling bleary at the pressing of his length against your clothed pussy. minho sighs, before he’s yanking your pyjama shorts off and pulling his boxers down. you can see his knot beginning to form already, a bump underneath his long, thick cock. you whine, shifting to try and catch him inside of your hole.

“need it,” you whimper when he’s positioning his cock at your entrance. “feel how wet i am, min, ‘s so wet, see? need it-“

he’s groaning as he pushes inside of you, hand falling beside your head. “that’s fucking wet, shit. you want my knot, omega? not gonna last long in this wet pussy, fuck-“

“yeah, want your knot, breed me-“

“filthy,” he muses, his lips landing on yours in a mess of spit and teeth. his hips are sharp, thrusting against you with a senee of urgency and you’re broken, just letting out little ‘ah’ noises with every thrust. “i’ll give you my knot, baby. don’t have to beg.”

changbin: beta

changbin’s perfect. the perfect best friend. he’s just as much omega as he is alpha, which makes his secondary gender so perfect - he’s buff, strong like an alpha, but as soft and lovely as an omega. he’s perfect, and that’s why you decided to spend your heat with him.

he’d offered a few times, and you’d only recently accepted for him to spend your next heat with him. now, he stands at your door, plastic bag of snacks and drinks in hand.

the smell of sandalwood is strong. normally, it’s much more muted given his status, but your heat has your senses heightened. you yank him in by his wrist, getting a little ‘mph- what?!’ out of changbin, before you’re pulling him into the living room. the bag is forgotten on the floor.

changbin’s giggling when you’ve managed to press him against the couch. you’re almost embarrassed by your need, but it’s so easy with changbin - he’s grinning, just letting you grind against his hips.

“at least take me out to dinner first, baby,” you groan at his quip, and then you’re pressing your lips against his, practically shoving your tongue in his mouth. he’s shocked when you break away, but a cocky smile still remains on his lips. “alright. ‘s it that bad?”

“so bad, binnie, and you smell really nice… i-“

he’s flipping you over, using next to no strength as he pushes you back against your sofa. “binnie..?”

“i’ve gotchu. just lay back and let binnie take care of his baby.”

hyunjin: beta

he was so beautiful. so beautiful and so, so fucking oblivious - you’d been making out with him for a while now, grinding on his lap, slicking all over his upper thighs and he’s still yet to even notice. your boyfriend was certified oblivious.

you pull away, licking your lips. you’re just gonna have to tell him. “hyunjin, i’m in heat.”

his eyes go wide. he’s blinking at you in shock, lips parted and kiss bitten, and then he’s grinning. “that makes sense. you smell delicious.”

“hyunjin, betas can’t really smell-“ you’re cut off by him pushing your underwear to the side, two long fingers filling you up deliciously. his scent is stronger now, aroused, the smell of rose petals engulfing your senses. betas can’t really smell omegas - they may be able to smell something slightly is when the omega in question is in heat, but other than that, it’s mostly just muted notes of a scent. you still strongly believe he should’ve been able to tell, given how wet you are.

“you smell delicious,” he insists, curling his fingers up to hit your g-spot. you’re whining, squirming on his lap, and you’re about two seconds away from cumming already. heat makes you so much more sensitive, and your thighs are shaking on top of your beautiful, beautiful boyfriend.

“hyunjin, i need-“

“ssh. ssh, omega, i’m here. after you cum nice and hard for me, i’ll give you my cock. how’s that sound?”

jisung: omega

“jesus, you stink in a good way,” jisung’s quip falls on deaf ears. it’s so comforting being an omega with an omega boyfriend - you can help eachother out during your heats and there’s zero room for embarrassment. now, though, he seems to not be getting the message. you practically jump on top of him, nosing at his scent gland and letting citrus fill your nose. he squeaks in surprise, throwing his phone aside where he was watching another documentary. “baby, what are- oh. heat.”

“mm, heat, need you,” you agree, and jisung is smiling fondly before he presses a kiss to your mouth. “need your cock, need- i’ll finger you too, i just-“

“ssh, my baby. it’s okay, sungie’s here. yeah?” you nod, letting him wiggle his joggers down. his length springs out, cute drippy cock nestled inbetween your bodies, and you’re immediately whining. he lets out a small laugh, shifting your own joggers down, and then your bare core is pressed on top of him. “oh, you are wet, baby. how long have you been like this?”

you whimper when he’s lowering your hips down on top of him, your slick core providing no pain and only pleasure. “only- only kicked in a few minutes ago, please, sungie-“

“c’mon, bounce on me. i’ve got you,” you nod, hands resting on his shoulders as you start to work yourself on his cock. he’s letting you ride him, small whines coming out of him everytime you let your slick hole engulf him fully. “oh, baby. ‘s it good?”

you nod again, citrus filling your senses and making you feel so, so comforted and so full. jisung’s whining loudly when you let the tip of him brush against your cervix, and then you’re blinking in shock. the citrus is strong. his dick is very hard, and feels very wet, and- he’s slicking up. you can smell it dripping onto the couch.

“sungie, you’re.. you’re in heat too, baby.”

“mm- yeah, i know, you- you fucking sent me into heat on top of me like this, shit,” he’s laughing, but his eyes are half lidded, round cheeks blushing with the temperature. “okay. okay, you gotta cum, then we’ll work it out, ‘kay?”

you let out a loud moan, starting to bounce on him at a quicker pace. “y-you gotta cum too, sungie.”

“of course, baby. let me fill you up and we’ll talk.”

felix: omega

it was so bizarre to have your best friend kissing around your thighs like this. you’d been intending to stay over at his house for a while, and because the world hates you, you’d gone into an unexpected heat in his bed. luckily, felix was more than happy to help - his tongue was currently swiping through the slick that had accumulated all over you.

“tell me what you need,” he muses, two dainty fingers sliding into your sopping hole. you whine, shifting to get more friction.

“well, need- knot, but-“

“i know. i’ve got a knotting toy i can fuck you with, baby. it’s all clean. is that okay?” you moan, nodding at his words. then, something even more bizarre crosses your mind - yours and lix’s slick mixing together, fucking into eachother and just generally getting all messy. you clench at the thought, and felix lets out a low chuckle. “you thinking of me being in heat, baby?”

“hnng- yeah. yeah. i a-am, and-“

“and you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he’s shifted now, lips pressing against your ear while his fingers pump into you. the smell of cinnamon is all too consuming, making you inch closer to your climax. “go on. cum for me.”

the orgasm that takes over your body is blinding. you’re clenching around felix’s fingers, whining, gushing slick all over his hand. you can hear felix whispering in your ear, coaxing you through it with praises and a little “there you go”. once you come to, you’d expected a little reprieve, but the heat that takes over your body once again is overwhelming.

“lixie…” you trail off, staring into his dark eyes. his scent is spiking when he sucks your slick into his mouth from his fingers.

“let’s get you that toy.”

seungmin: beta

you’d always questioned why seungmin wasn’t an alpha. he was sure of himself, broad and full in that stereotypical alpha way - but when you got closer to him, started dating him, you realised why. he was soft, considerate in the most private settings - especially now when he’s fucking you through the first heat you’ve spent together.

“‘s big, seungie,” you whine. he’s got you on all fours, head down in the pillows while you let out loud noises. of course he’d have you present yourself for him.

“yeah? is it big enough for you, omega?” you nod into the pillows, whining when he punches another orgasm out of you. it was the… fourth? fifth? you weren’t sure, but you knew you’d never had a heat this satisfying with any alpha. suddenly, seungmin’s leaning over you, his vanilla scent strong. his broad hand wraps around your neck, clenching on the sides expertly. his hips are rippling the flesh on your ass with how hard he’s fucking into you. “is it good?”

“so good, seungie, i can’t handle it- i can’t, i can’t, i can’t ever do another heat on my own, can’t-“

“you won’t have to,” he’s groaning, the wet sounds from your pussy overpowering. “i’m gonna fuck you good every fucking heat. gonna breed you, yeah? you gonna let me fuck my pups into you?”

it was illogical, you knew that. it wasn’t the right time, but god did his statement have heat burning in your gut even stronger - if it was possible.

“yeah! gimme pups, please, i’ve been good!”

“okay, okay. greedy bitch, i’ll give you my cum.”

jeongin: alpha

you and jeongin are both young. you’d only presented a matter of two years ago, and you’d gotten together around a year after. now, your heat was due, and you and him had decided you’d spend it together. after all, how hard could it be, right?

you were wrong.

because now, your alpha boyfriend had given you what seemed like the umpteenth orgasm within an hour. you were positively gushing, and he hadn’t even knotted you yet. his scent of lavender was drowning you, making you just need, need, need.

“please, alpha, i need it,” you whine when he jeongin ducks down to kiss your clit again, his lips pouty. you squirm until he eventually gets his head up to look at you. his eyes are dark, lips parted.

“i need to take care of you.” ah, yes. the basic alpha instinct was coming through, and jeongin could think of nothing better than making you cum a lot of times to make sure you’re ‘taken care of��. it was ridiculous, actually, because the thing you wanted the most was his knot.

“innie, i need a knot or it won’t break, i won’t calm down. it’s so warm, so warm, please-“

jeongin huffs, his bulge suddenly pressing against you. it’s bigger than you thought, chubbed up and solid as a rock. “you think you can take it?”

when you nod, he’s inching his boxers down and revealing a delicious length, knot swollen with need. before you can even speak, he’s pressing it inside of you and the breath is punched from your lungs. it’s so big, so swollen inside of you.

“hnng, it’s too big, innie, i can’t…”

jeongin scoffs, shaking his head. “no. you said you could take it, so you need to let me take you like the good breeding bitch you are, yeah?”

#JUNO TAKES A/B/O!#juno’s asks ♡#asks: ot8 #🦇 anon 💌

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the1975attheirverybest · 8 months

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TEN YEARS

A/N: Since it's looking like we won't be getting a livestream of the Leeds show tonight, and since I have a crazy few days coming up starting tomorrow, I wanted to post a little something to keep y'all happy while I get my schedule together and to also celebrate ST and last night! short, sweet, no plot, just vibes.

Warnings: none, except maybe typos (i have no clue where my glasses are)

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She could hear her heartbeat in her ears despite the chattering crowds all around her. "Excuse me- could I just" mumbling apologies as she squeezed past the masses of giddy, sweaty, emotional, and excited fans. She could blame the ones who were struggling to keep from crying, or the ones who were immediately recounting the events they'd just witnessed onstage for fear of their memories eroding as the night came to a close, or maybe to make sure that what they'd experienced was actually real, that other people saw it too. In fact, she felt the same way and would've wanted to stick around and take it all in, if it weren't for her insatiable desire to lay her hands on Matty as soon as humanly possible.

She felt the butterflies flutter in her stomach, her anticipation and impatience spurred on by the glimpses and fragments of conversation that reached her ears from people around her.

"He looked so good in that leather jacket-" someone behind her had observed.

"I'm glad he took it off though. Cuz, arms? hello!"

somewhere from the center of the crowd, an overstimulated, antsy woman yelled out,

"but can we talk about Ross's hair?! I love him."

"I mean, I knew they weren't going to play antichrist, cuz Matty is evil, but at least give us fallingforyou?"

"bro, no matter what he does, you're never happy. he can't win at this point."

"ten years! it's been ten years! 2014 me, scrolling black and white tumblr would lose her shit if he could see this."

the smile that had plastered across her face grew wider with every comment she overheard. Though the walk to the backstage area wasn't long earlier in the day, when she'd wandered around, watching the backline tech and the crew set things up, right now, it felt miles away. Finally, too impatient to do things responsibly, she jumped the safety barrier and landed on the other side. giggling to herself as she sprinted to find the boys.

Her airy giggles broke into a fit of laughter when she spotted the four of them, dress in all black, huddled into a corner, whispering and laughing like children. Matty turned around at the clomping of her footsteps, a grin on his face.

"Babe-" was all he'd managed to say before she'd jumped into his arms with the full force of her body, laughing uncontrollably into his ear as she panted, breathless.

Matty's arms wrapped around her waist, picking her up, off the floor, and spinning around in circles, giggling until they were both dizzy.

"You- you did it!" was the first thing she could think to say, still out of breath and heaving, she pressed her lips to his, clumsily crashing into him. Her feet unsteady, and her head still dizzy, she chuckled when their teeth collided.

Remnants of Matty's aftershave still clung to his shirt. She could taste the cigarettes he'd smoked onstage and the drink he'd sipped on. She buried her face into him for a moment, leaning her body against his as she came down from the adrenalin high, then, with her feet firmly on the ground, she turned to face the boys.

"Congratulations! how're we feeling?"

chatter broke out again as they interrupted each other, answering her questions, describing the view from the stage, George boasting that his drum riser was the best spot up there, and Matty, restless as ever, re-enacting his moves.

"Ross, I, um, have some news." she looked up into his eyes, a gentle hand pressed on top of his. "Two people were injured, five lost consciousness. Your hair killed the entire front row." Ross's initial concern gave way to an innocent laugh, his head tilted upwards, his pearlescent smile drawing a dimple on his cheek.

"He knows, he knows." Adam patted Ross's back prompting Matty to reach over and pull the hair tie out of ross's hair. "glorious lions mane. He does it for the ladies."

***

She couldn't help but smile against the soft fabric of Matty's hoodie, clinging to him harder and letting her body sway along with his as he danced to the Killer's song from the side of the stage.

"Sorry, I'll calm down." Matty whispered down to her.

"No, no! Please don't. I love it when you like the music."

Hw wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body against his and moving them both to the rhythm of the music.

"Matty? You happy?" she looked up at his eyes and saw his answer before he even spoke.

"So happy."

"Good. I mean, you looked like you were having fun up there."

"'course I was. I mean, we used to come here as kids-"

George laid a hand on his shoulder squeezing it lightly, "oh, here it comes." playfully rolling his eyes.

"same old story." Ross mumbled.

"oh about how he came to Reading instead of picking up exam results?" Adam giggled.

Matty laughed, telling them to fuck off, before looking back down at her. "Yeah, I'm happy."

"And you get to do it all again tomorrow." she planted a kiss on his cheek.

"I know. How lucky am I?"

#matty healy #matty healy one shot #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fanfic #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you

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digitulworld · 1 month

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can bbb give the animators a raise that is the most astounding attention to detail ive ever seen thank you magical nexus. ok let me go in detail about each of the animations like a normal person:

-floot fly stretching its arms out before playing and having one hand bouncing to the rhythm then patting its face as it plays is making me scream. floot fly is so cute thats my friend the fly

-clackulas circular motions as it plays is so groovy. if you place it next to peckidna they both synchronize while they play. i love how it moves around and is actually dancing to its music

-SPEAKING OF PECKIDNAAAAA 😭 the birds move up n down on the spikes and im so glad it makes it so that the birds are putting effort instead of just Pecking

-gob swaying from side to side then shaking a bit while playing is making me explode bc how do you achieve that much animation with a SPHERE. clapping so loudly and with joy

-tootoo has the best animation i cannot describe why or what it does. just watch it. watch their little jumps and them trying to balance on one foot and dancing in a circle and fixing its skirt

-bulbo looks more concentrated on what its doing and even taps its foot at one point. and all three of its eyes look together at one point its so cute i love you bulbo

-SAME GOES FOR HAWLO it jumps around and puts more force into its drumming. squot also feels more grounded in its animation but i always thought their animation was Pretty Solid

-FIDDLEMENT HELLO it spins around and has these little pauses while hovering higher in the air. the little spinning plates on the bottom change speeds depending on the animation i love it

-gloptics arms move really smoothly and it looks like its rubbing its green arm a bit after it plays. theres def been an improvement when it comes to animating arms built with that many rigs

-blowt bouncing fun having fun being silly. it makes blowt feel more lightweight even though its so big and imposing like a quad should be. its bouncing like a toy with the most deadpan expression 😭

-THERES JUST SO MUCH BOUNCE and little details like bridgit scratching its nose and plinkajou pawing at its bones. seriously just watch the animations

my opinion on the song itself: its fine =/

#my singing monsters #magical nexus #help. help me

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trueshellz · 1 year

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Night Owl

Part of my Invisible Illness Series

Warnings: insomnia, reader grumpy, video games, mentions of little sleep, sleepy Kenma, Mortal Kombat gaming, gameplay described, cuddling, pet names

Summary: Waking up to play video games and bake seemed like the best idea...

Kenma blinked a few times, frowning when he saw a huddled up lump under the covers and his large gaming screen flickering as your opponent was thrown onto a tree and a branch skewered his heart before you reached over and rammed your knee into his face. Reaching over, he tugged the blanket off your head and smiled when he saw you sat there with his headphones on (yours were somewhere under the bed from where he had tackled you earlier today), smudges under your eyes from lack of sleep and wearing one of his old hoodies.

"Again?"

You hummed in agreement, eyes on the screen as you felt him shuffle closer and lay down near you, his head leaning against your leg. You chuckled when you heard his low noise of protest, the realisation of what you were playing as his eyes accustomed to the screen in front of you both.

"You downloaded it without me."

"Not my fault you were sleeping, babe."

"Let your character die so I can play against you."

"No."

You gasped when the controller was stolen from you and hidden under the blanket, watching in annoyance as your character was spun around and flung across the screen before she was stomped on and met her demise. A look of triumph as Kenma flicked on the second controller and set up a new game for you both.

"Don't you dare choose Noob Saibot... I lose everytime against him."

You watched as Kenma tied his hair back, sitting up next to you and wrapping the blankets around you both as he flicked through the new characters, commenting on the graphics and additions. His eyes widening as he saw the new story chapters, you could see the twinkle in his eyes as he chose his character... Noob Saibot.

Dammit.

"Not my fault you suck."

Despite its ineffectiveness, you still pouted and chose Kronika, the only character who had any chance against the monster your boyfriend had chosen. Battling for dominance to choose the play area, huffing when he won and then growling when within two minutes you ended up dead and a shit eating grin was across his pretty face.

"How did you do that weird spin-jump thingy?"

A grin as he loaded the new game.

"Kenma! I don't know any special moves!"

"Your problem."

"Kenmaaaaaa!"

A low chuckle as, once again, you ended up shish kabobed to a tree and dead. Huffing, you turned and mock glared at your boyfriend as he thumbed the controls to see the other extras you had downloaded when he was sleeping. It was day 3 of no sleep, something that he was used to by now and you both knew at some point, hopefully tomorrow, that you would crash out for 12 hours.

"Why do I smell cookies?"

"I baked some earlier."

An eyebrow raised as he tugged you close, wrapping the blanket on you and switched the TV off so the room fell into darkness. His hands resting on your back, under your sleep shirt as he rubbed small circles there and tangled his legs between yours.

"Just cookies?"

"Brownies too."

"Hmm."

"Sorry for waking you."

You felt rather than heard his chuckle, his body vibrating as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I'm more pissed you downloaded the new chapter without me."

It was your turn to laugh, you had heard his alarm go off at 12.05am and watched as he rolled over ignoring it. You were already awake anyway, having the cookies in the oven as it downloaded.

Plus, it wasn’t your fault you were bored and needed something to do.

"Close your eyes anyway, rest them even if you can't sleep. And don't download the new Mario Kart without me tomorrow!"

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bcacstuff · 1 year

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My Dearest Gentle Reader....

Sometimes stories are too good to be true, and sometimes they're too good to not be shared. Even though I promised not to waste anymore ink or feathers on what is going on in a particular corner of the Tum where a certain Cinderella is the highlight and the talk of the Tum these last weeks.

You know the best show not on tv, though much to our surprise Cinderella was rudely written out of the books, instead last years summer fling's likings on posts became interesting again.

Then suddenly around midnight (CEST, = abt 6pm ET and 3pm PT) she who always wakes up to DMs or just got a minute rushing in between meetings posted an Anon telling her most eligible bachelor was in the South of France and pictures will be out tomorrow. I had to shake my head as I knew how that message came about.

Half an hour before, I posted a little cryptic message to an Anon that sent me a message earlier that evening (21.50 CEST) about the whereabouts of this supposed vigilante. I did a little research and the message, naming an event, had some merit in it. I tried to find pics or videos, looked at many, but none to be found that could identify him clearly. Yes, several lookalikes with a cap and a shirt far in the distance. But not good enough for me. So I decided to post this cryptic message hoping Anon would come back and perhaps had some more proof than the 'listing' I found and mentioned in my cryptic post.

About 15 minutes later I got this Anon:

I had to laugh as it was far off... and no Idea why H... R....... and him being 'listed' as I wrote could have anything to do with the South of France in the slightest way.... Confirmation bias looking in wrong directions to say the least

You can imagine how I had to laugh even more when I saw the same Anon on the blog of the one that now seemed to have all the time in the world spinning a fantastic story around it. The Anon seemed fairly sure now, not a question mark in it but even claiming there would be pics tomorrow! I had no doubts where this Anon had been reading first and as I didn't posted her message she must have thought she was right and run straight off to Lalaland to please her fairytale writer.

Time for popcorn 🍿 I thought and popped some in the microwave... and boy, I needed a full box of it, cause what happened after that post I can hardly describe. The story that was spun around this 'South of France' you can not make this up. Literally in a matter of minutes, each time I refreshed the page there was another chapter. More 'proof' and 'evidence' on every reblog of herself.

Look Melissa is in Cannes... [right, she was already there for a couple of days... and believe me S isn't the only one she grooms]. And of course it all made sense since, blimey, all of the sudden Cinderella was back on top of the list and magically popped up in the South of France as well! Only days before, she posted about Brigitte Bardot and changed her profile pic to an old one from the time she once must have been on an RC in Cannes and you know she's 'a socialite and a film maker who has lived in France for years' and must be well known in those circles... No, this can't all be a coincidence, now can it? 😂😂😂

More popcorn please... 🍿 🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿

Lists of parties in Cannes were shared and oh bloody hell how could we have missed his latest following of Alessandra, she's there as well... Maybe she was even better than Cinderella (how rude!)

[Did she not notice how he followed her already long time ago, but seemed to have unfollowed her and now re-followed again, as well as the other ones he followed recently, the everydayman and Neil Marshall. Now don't ask me why he does this, but he does]

My head started to hurt from laughing.... but also from keeping up with all the women the Queen of Lalaland had brought up in less than a day. And remind you, she was busy for more that 8 hours straight to finally come up with an Anon who gave her and her readers the wake up call realizing what H.... R.... stood for.

About 8 hours after my cryptic post and 2 more hours after I received my Anon

Yes, of course Hyrox Rotterdam. Not a woman, but a sports event. I found the listing on the website. (why did nobody else took a look there???) And I have to be honest, I did remove some comments working it out and received Anons before it even occurred to the other side what it was all about.

But last night it showed no results and today it is still empty. I was hoping more results would be added today but it doesn't look like it. As said no clear identifiable pics or videos have been found. So it remains unclear if he participated at all. All I can confirm is that at least he planned to stay on this side of the Canal and fill his days with sports.

But do not despair my dearest gentle readers, as I have it on good authority that he's busy preparing for a full week of shooting TCND in which he even might get arrested at the end of the week...

Signed: Yours Truly

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rexxdjarin · 2 years

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Listen: Smut prompt #26 with Rex, so hot 🥵

Smut Prompts

we need to address the fact that this is absolutely and unequivocally something that would come out of his mouth. he’s sly and funny and quick witted as hell and I think if he was worked up as hell he wouldn’t be afraid to ask you for more. He can be greedy when he wants 😈

26) Right now, I'd love your kisses on anywhere but my lips.

You had patiently waited for him to arrive all afternoon. From what you understand, this mission was horrific. You hadn’t heard from him in over a month and you’d nearly made yourself sick the last few weeks running through all the probable things that could account for his absence. When he finally comms you, you burst into tears.

He’d been on the Kadavo system. Which only meant one thing. Slaves. The Zygerrian’s who ran the galaxy’s vile slave trade ruled over the entire planet and if Rex was there that meant he’d seen nothing but unspeakable suffering for a month. Or maybe…suffered it himself for a full month. While it hurt you more than words could ever describe to think of him like that, you knew that right now all he’d need was your compassion, your warmth and your kindness.

You let yourself cry all morning, getting all the mixed emotions of fear, loss and eventual relief out before he arrived. You put yourself together the best you could and made sure to wear the black shirt he always left at your place even though you were practically swimming in it. You waited by the door, unable to think about anything else but him. Was he hurt? Was he upset? How can you make him feel better?

Your front door slid open finally and there he was. He was wearing armor you didn’t recognize but the shape of the helmet he held fit the tooka-like description of Zygerrian’s you read about before. He was panting, like he’d sprinted here in a hurry. His face was dirty and the dark circles under his eyes were more prominent than usual. He looked like he had fought hell and won.

Your heart was pounding and all you wanted to do was kiss him all over. But before you could he broke into a run across your hallway, not even bothering to let the doors close fully. He barreled into you, his arms enclosing you in the tightest, most desperate hug he’d ever given you. He rested his head in the crook of your neck and breathed in deeply to flood himself with the scent of you he missed so much.

“Mesh’la.” He mumbled, his voice croaking with underuse and cradling you so close to him you could barely breathe in his grasp. Not that you cared.

“My Rex, baby..” You responded, resting your palm on the back of his neck and feeling him wince at the touch he usually relished in. You looked down to see a ring of electro shock scars all over it. You pulled back to look into his eyes, tears flooding them in horror faster than you could stop. You didn’t want to scare him or anything, but these were bad. Unbearable to look at.

“I’m fine now. Don’t worry about em. They’ll heal. Scars heal. I’m fine. Just…let me hold you. Feel how soft you are, my perfect girl. I need you.” He whispered, crashing his lips against yours in a desperately needy kiss. His hands were tearing at your clothes, peeling his shirt off you and fondling your breast underneath.

“Rex…I don’t want to hurt you.” You whispered, trying to avoid pressing any of the bruises you kept finding the more of the armor you tore off him.

“You won’t. You never could. Right now, I’d love your kisses on anywhere but my lips, cyar’ika. No one takes care of me like you.”

“You trying to get me into bed with you, Captain?” You laugh, pulling him by the waistband toward your bedroom.

“Only always.” He laughs, following behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Want you to go nice and slow. You take such good care of me…my pretty girl.” He whispers in your ear, kissing up your neck as you brush past the doorframe.

You spin around and slowly rest him on the bed behind you. As you crawl up his torso, your hands slide under his shirt, pulling it up over each taut ab muscle. “Of course I will, Rex.”

His black shirt coming off reveals even more heavy scarring from what looks like an electrified whip and you look up at him in anguish. His hands smooth up your arms assuringly and he shrugs apologetically. “I’m okay. I’m here with you. I’m safe. Just kiss me. That’ll make it better.” He drags his knuckle under your chin and leads you up to his face.

You press a delicate, affectionate kiss onto his lips and he smiles instantly. You give him another and another, leaning your forehead against his and careful not to put too much pressure on all the parts of his body that must hurt so much. “Better?” You break away to ask.

“So much.” He mutters before he reconnects your lips for more. His palms slide over the curve of your back and he’s easing your thighs down onto his lap. “Almost forgot how soft you are.”

“Then let me remind you.” You whisper, your kisses trailing down his jaw and across the painful scars on his neck. Everywhere your hands found marks of the torture they inflicted, you ghosted soft kisses over it to take that pain away.

He sighed softly at the contact of your hips against his. You could feel his cock hardening between your thighs and you brushed against it teasingly. “You could…kiss there too…use that pretty mouth of yours.” He asked, rolling his hips up for more friction and staring down at you hopefully.

You bit your bottom lip and smiled. “You know I can never deny you, baby.” He hums happily, brushing over your cheek with his knuckles. Though they’re bruised and bloodied, he’s still gentle, appreciative and loving whenever his hands are on you. Unless you ask him otherwise. You trail soft, open mouthed kisses down his abs, your hands pulling down the elastic of his waistband and your nose brushing through the coarse hairs trailing down to where he wanted you.

You could feel his body tense up as you moved his bottoms down his thighs. His cock sprang up to slap heavy and thick against his lower torso and you sighed out happily, eager to taste him for the first time in weeks. You flicked your gaze up to meet his as you palmed him in your hands. “Oh mesh’la…” He whined, his brows knitting together to focus on the sight of you wrapping your fingers around his shaft.

“Like this, Rex?” You asked in a seductive whisper, ghosting the tip of your tongue up the thick vein on the underside of him. You could feel his breath hitch in his throat as you quickly flicked his tip. He bit his lower lip to restrain himself, but the whimper he let out only spurred you on more. “How about like this?” You dribbled saliva down onto your fist, slicking it down over his length. You could feel him throbbing in your hand, all the blood in his body rushing to his core to pump him up thicker than he’d been in ages.

“Fuck…yes, just like that.” His hands brushed through your hair, holding it out of your way and allowing him a better view of your face. You wrapped your lips around the head and sucked your cheeks in, the tension making him groan. “You’re so pretty. My gorgeous girl with her mouth around my cock…mmmmf cyar’ika.” He groaned, leaning his head back to focus on how good it felt.

You hummed around him and circled your tongue around the rim. The salty tang of precum coated your tongue and you relished in the feeling of his veins pulsing against your lips. You took more of him down your throat, bobbing up and down faster while the room filled with the gagging, slurping and choking sounds of you giving him the best head of his entire life.

You twisted your fist around the base of him, sliding your spit down as much of him as you could reach and pulling off him with a pop. Thick trails of precum and saliva strung from his tip to your tongue and you blinked lust blown eyes up at him. He practically growled his approval, a gentle palm on the back of your head guiding you back onto him.

“You keep looking up at me like that you filthy fucking thing and I’m gonna cum all over that face…” He laughed a teasing threat at me, his chest heaving as he tried desperately to keep the pleasure in his belly from overwhelming him so fast.

“Not my face, Rex. Down my throat instead.” You retorted, gulping him down again so deep you almost gagged. Your nose pressed to his lower core and he moaned when his tip prodded against the back of your throat. His grip in your hair tightened and he thrusted upwards to pump himself inside your mouth desperately.

“Mesh’la I’ll fuck your throat till I fill it. You’re so fucking good. I can’t- I can’t fucking help myself. I needed you so bad.” He grunted, his cock pounding against your lips and his balls beginning to tighten beneath your fingers. “Hmmmph- fuck I’m gonna cum..” He whined, his breathing coming in shallow huffs as he erratically chased the rhythm of your bobbing head.

You looked up at him and winked to signal your approval. You watched his mouth drop open and his jaw slack as his cock sputtered sending a thick spurt of hot release down your throat. His thighs tensed as he shot three more strings of cum into your mouth, filling you up enough to send trails of it leaking down your chin.

You pulled off of him, his body shuddering with overexertion but his hands cradling your head to keep you close. He’d totally wrecked you, but gently somehow. His release glistening on your face brought a sinfully satisfied smirk across his. “Open up. Show me.” He muttered, almost entirely out of breath as his climax sucked the life out of him.

You dropped your mouth open and stuck out your tongue, the pool of his pearly, white cum covering it. His palm slid down to wrap around the hollow of your throat gently. “Now swallow.” You obliged, his hand tightening just so he could feel you swallow down everything he spilled into you.

He motioned for you to lay down on top of him and you followed, hugging your body into his affectionately. “That’s my good girl.” He hummed, pulling you close to kiss you so hard it made you see stars. “That’s so…so much better.”

“Good.” You smile, kissing down his jaw again to rest your head in the crook of his neck. And that’s how you spent the rest of the night, being gentle and soft and kind to him. The way the entire galaxy wasn’t and would never be. If all he was ever supposed to know was war and pain, you would be there to remind him that love and compassion were stronger.

#captain rex drabble #captain rex x female reader #captain rex x reader #captain rex x you #asks and thots #captain rex smut #I just want to blow him ok😭🤤

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nightmare-writes · 2 years

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Finals Fumbles

Dom Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader

Contains: Allusions to smut/ the beginnings and day after of smut (that’s the best that I can describe it) [18+ only!]

Word count: 828

Summary: You’re studying for finals with your friend Wanda, but she wants to get something else out of your study session.

Hello! I fully do not know how to describe the “smut” I wrote mostly because it is just making out and then talking about what they did and not really what happens ya know? Anywayyy, I hope y’all enjoy it! I might add this to the fanfics that need a pt.2 so I can write the actual smut for it.

It was finals week well technically it was the week before finals week and you were studying your ass off.

You decided that you needed a study buddy for your worst class, calculus, in order to be able to get through the materials. Who better than one of your friends, Wanda Maximoff, who happened to be in your class.

You were in a private study room in the library. You had booked it 3 weeks in advance or else you wouldn’t have had any place to go. Wanda thought this was a little overkill and insisted that you could just study at her place, but you were stubborn and didn’t want to invade her space like that.

You have been studying for the past few days. The lack of sleep and nutritious meals were starting to show in the dark circles under your eyes and the way your stomach would growl if you didn’t take a sip of your energy drink every 30 minutes.

Wanda could see that you knew the material very well, but she knew your overactive mind made you think that you’d fail.

She also realized that your over-active mind was only focused on calculus and not how she’s been staring at your ass every time you stood up to write on the large white board that spanned one of the walls. She couldn’t get over how your jeans perfectly accentuated it. She also couldn’t get over how much she wanted to squeeze and slap it till it turned into the color of your bright red expo marker.

It was getting late and Wanda was getting horny so she decided to be a bit more forward.

“Y/N, why don’t you come back to my place and study? I know you don’t wanna bother your roommates and I live alone.”

“Sure, we can go when the library closes”

“But the library closes at 1AM”

“Yeah, what time is it now?”

“10PM”

“Perfect, we’ll leave here at 1”

Wanda holds back a groan. There was no way she was leaving here at 1AM. She was getting needier by the second so she couldn’t give up now.

She stood up and walked right behind you. She grabbed your hips and moved her mouth right next to your ear.

“Y/N, we’ve both been studying for a long time already. Let’s not fry our brains today.”

“Wands, if you wanna go then you’re free to. I know I need to keep studying.”

“We’ve already covered half the material… I think that deserves a reward.” She purrs into your ear

“I’ll reward myself with a shower later.”

She openly groans this time.

“Y/N, why don’t you come back to my place and I can reward you with more than just a shower.”

You laugh a bit, assuming that you were misunderstanding the situation.

“If I wasn’t so sleep deprived I’d think you were flirting with me.” You say with a small laugh.

“And if I was?” She questions

“Then I’d think you’re even more sleep deprived than I am.”

Wanda was beyond sexually frustrated. She needed you in her bed in the next 5 minutes or else she would implode.

Her grip on your hips tighten before spinning you around and pressing you against the wall behind you.

“Y/N, a pretty girl is asking you to go back to her place and fuck you, it would be wise for you to take her up on the offer.” she growls as her hands move up the sides of your body.

Your face goes red as you stare at her.

“So you were flirting with me?”

“Of course I was flirting with you! Now shut up and kiss me.”

You do as she says and crash your lips against hers.

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Wanda definitely rewarded you that night. She practically pounced on you the moment you stepped foot into her apartment.

When you took too long with your clothes, she ripped off your shirt before biting and sucking at your neck. You decided that you wouldn’t make the same mistake with your jeans.

After a lot of kissing and stripping, you two were tangled together under her covers while she made you come undone with her fingers… then her mouth… then the strap she had hidden in her bedside drawer.

You woke up the next morning with sore legs and a collection of hickeys that you would need to cover up somehow. Wanda was laying next to you admiring the work she had done on you.

“Are you glad we left the library when we did, Y/N?” Wanda says teasingly before kissing a particularly dark bruise on your neck.

You huff and cross your arms. “Maybe…”

“Maybe? That’s not good… I guess you’ll need to stay here for a few more hours so I can turn that into a definitely.”

“I’m not opposed to that.” you try your best to hide the smile that crept onto your face.

“Of course you aren’t.” She laughs.

#wanda x reader #dom wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x you #dom wanda maximoff x sub reader #dom wanda maximoff x reader

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redux-iterum · 2 years

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A Moment of Sincerity

We’re putting down Puppycat today.

I’ve talked about her before here, but as she influenced a section of the lore of the Redux, and now Iterum, I feel it would be appropriate to tell you all about her and pay her respects before we take her to the vet this afternoon. Sentimental nonsense under the cut.

It’s an unfair thing, really. She’s only 11 years old and has been through a hell of a lot in her life, and now it’s cut short.

For starters, we originally got her to be a playmate of our other kitten, Jack the Ripper. He was named appropriately, because when we brought her home, we discovered that we had underestimated how much bigger than her he was, and he proceeded to “play” so hard that we half-jokingly believe he gave her brain damage from knocking her around and hitting her head. She developed some odd traits afterward, earning her new name after she began to wag her tail like a dog, adore belly rubs, and come when she was called.

Jack ultimately died young, and from that point Puppycat (nee Kelly) dedicated all of her free time to eating. All of it. She ate and ate and ate, to the point that we could no longer just let our cats have food out all the time, because she’d scarf it down, vomit it up, and go back for more. I’ve always described her as “looking like a tick: big round body and tiny little head”.

It got to the point that one night, during the development of the Redux, I was sitting in my room while she waddled about in circles, trying to get me to pet her. I noted with no small amount of irritation that she was the epitome of gluttony - and then it struck me that such a creature would be an amazing monster in Redux!Clan lore. It took no time at all to spin a tale of a hairless, bulbous animal that eats endlessly and will devour anything that can fit down its broken jaws.

Puppy, of course, was nowhere near as aggressive as Yrrun, only bopping or hissing in self defense. The meanest thing she ever did unprompted was reach out and gently tap one of our other cats as she was walking by (who at the time was being bullied by the whole house of animals). It wasn’t appreciated, but it certainly was funny.

She had the habit of coming to sit on my chest when I woke up in the morning to bug me to feed her, as if that would speed up the process, and once stuck her foot in my mouth when I yawned. She's always been awkward about how to express her affection, but her favorite way was to gently reach out and touch a human’s face, doing her best to purr (she didn’t know how to for a long time; she just wheezed happily as a young’un). It’s sweet, but she also has really long claws and so your face always gets scratched up. Still, it’s the thought that counts.

I’ve discussed a cat on Seeker’s blog before named Andy. This was Puppycat’s best friend in the whole world. The two were fat and slow and that only exacerbated as they aged, but they still played in a geriatric fashion with each other. That said, Andy had a hell of a bite, and often Puppy would have to slap him and refuse to stop playing when he hurt her.

One of my absolute favorite memories of all time involves these two. I was at the table in the dining room, which was connected to the office, which they were playing in. Out of nowhere, I heard a scuffle and a hiss, and then Puppycat came out into the hallway waddling for her life, unable to run with her weight. Andy, who was injured at the time, limped after her as fast as he could, as if he could possibly catch up to her. I could have outpaced them both crawling. It was pathetic. The sheer absurdity has never left my mind, and I can see the details of this instance perfectly to this day.

When Andy died is when things really went downhill. I’ve never seen an animal grieve properly before, but Puppycat was clearly devastated. She refused to eat or come inside, even in the cold and rain (she’s hated the outdoors all her life before this), and she lost almost all of her personality. It got to the point where she got skinnier and skinnier until she was actually at the average weight for a cat her age. A bittersweet milestone, but at the very least she wasn’t struggling to walk five steps before giving up and flopping over in exhaustion.

Unfortunately, just as she was recovering from her loss, she came down with a gum disease that made it impossible for her to eat in comfort, bringing down her weight even more. We ended up having to remove all of her teeth except her fangs and put her on pills that she would be on for the rest of her life to keep the disease down and let her get back to her favorite hobby. Notably, she still had the gumption to eat dry food without being able to chew it, but we needed to help her pick up strips of cheese or whatever snack we gave her while we were making food.

I’m not particularly sure what hit her now, but after she started vomiting up her pills no matter when or how we gave them, she’s completely stopped eating and drinking. She’s just stayed outside, crumpled in the gravel much in the way an animal is when they’re trying to run out the clock and pass on. I can’t let her just starve to death like a hospice patient, so in a couple hours she’s going to our nearest vet to have a much swifter, painless end. Lucky thing she’s always been comfortable and cheerful when she goes to appointments.

That’s about all I feel like saying for now, I think. She’s currently lying down in the hall, still limp, still silent. I wish I could talk to her in a way she’d understand, just to let her know she’s been endlessly valued as a member of the family in all the time we’ve had her. She’s brought countless hours of amusement and jokes with her strange little self and even our vets love her to pieces. I would like to tell her the house will not be the same without her.

Rest easy for a bit, Puppy. You’ll be seeing Andy again soon.

#i speak #real talk #pets #readmore

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xwanderlusterx3 · 1 year

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Christmas in the UK (Tom Hiddleston/OC Fanfic)

Author's note: This is all inspired by a dream I had over a year ago; I haven't written in a long time and am trying to get back into it- be gentle with me. Hope you enjoy.

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Tom and I have been what one would describe as best friends for years- it was the holiday season and he had invited me to his flat in London to have dinner with his siblings who were in town for Christmas. This was my first time meeting them after years of just hearing their names and stories. When I arrived they were all already there, sitting cozily in the living room of Tom's large flat- his sisters and their small families. As I entered the room I was immediately greeted by warm smiles, and a kiss on the cheek from Tom.

Emma, small with dirty blonde hair and a sweet smile, the youngest of the three Hiddleston siblings, shook my hand and introduced her husband Jack and two boys- Aiden who was 5 and full of energy, and Charlie who was only a few months old, cuddle in blankets in Jack's arms.

I turned and greeted Sarah, the middle child of the Hiddleston family, with strawberry blonde hair, tight eyes and a fierce face that was a bit intimidating as she took a minute to assess me. Her husband Yakov gave a polite smile as she introduced him and their daughter Lacey, age 9, who was spinning in her Christmas princess dress.

“It's great to finally meet you all. I'm just sorry it took so long to do so.”

“Don't be sorry,” Emma smiled, “Its not your fault Tom didn't bring you around sooner.” she smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

“Hey now, its not been necessarily easy to international travel here as of late, or have you forgotten?” He replied.

“Excuses, excuses.” Emma sasses, “but we are so glad you could be here to join us this evening. We are so happy to have you.” and she seemed genuine about that.

“I'm surprised you were able to breakaway from work and family around the holidays in order to come out to merry old London.” Sarah was looking at her nails, almost disinterested. “What does your husband think of all this?” she pries and I can already sense she may not not like me.

“Sarah. .” Tom warned.

I reach a hand toward him in protest, “No, its ok. I was expecting a question like that.”

Sarah looked surprised.

“He's totally fine with it. Brett's met Tom plenty of times and knows how close we are. Plus, it's been my dream to make it out to London around Christmas and unfortunately he wasn't able to get the same time off as or he'd be here too.”

“Right. How unfortunate.” she nodded.

Jeez, we'd just met and already I could feel the disdan radiating off her.

Emma smiled, taking the smallest of her two boys from her husbands arms. “Forgive her, she can be a bit cheeky sometimes, but she means well.” she came beside me, cradling little Charlie in her grasp.

“It's ok, I promise.” my voice slowly turned into a coo, as I reached my hand to Charlies, letting his tiny hand wrapping around my finger.

“Do you want to hold him?” she offered, motioning the baby toward me.

“Oh no, I couldn't.”

“Sure you could” Tom beamed, “It'll do you some good.”

I could spit at his shit eating grin, he was doing this on purpose. Tom knew I wasn't a kid person, and he adored them.

“Just for a moment, I promise he barely cries.” Emma adjusted her form to give me access to taking hold of little Charlie, I grabbed at him awkwardly, worried I'd not support the neck or heaven forbid drop him mid transfer, but there he was, in my arms, staring back at me with bright eyes and a hint of a smile.

Maybe this wasn't all bad.

I made sure to look up to give Tom a small glare and he chuckled before whispering, “but you're doing so well.”

I shook my head and began to bouncing Charlie, walking around in a circle where I stood.

“I guess you aren't so bad,” I say lowly, freeing one of my arms to let Charlie wrap his small hand around my finger again. I had to admit, he was pretty cute and he smelled so sweet. I never imagined having children, it wasn't something I wanted, but the longer I held him, the more I found myself able to at least consider becoming a mother. . .maybe. . one day.

I could feel several eyes on me all around the room, I gazed up to see Emma, her head cocked gently to once side, admiring the maternal instincts come out in me, Sarah, biting the side of her lip with an annoyed expression and lastly Tom, his eyes glistening with a wide grin on his face. He moved toward me, walking around to position his chest at my back, placing his hands on either of my shoulders, resting his chin by my neck. “Careful, Brittany.” his voice low and buttery, “We might make a mum out of you yet.”

I won't deny, in our years of friendship and the depth of how I felt for Tom that I hadn't fantasized about what a life with him as my partner would be like. Marriage, kids, a house with a white picket fence - the whole thing.

Just then an image flashed in my mind of he and I pushing a toddler in a swing and my cheeks burned red.

I was snapped out of my day dream by Toms hand, moving hair from the side of my face to tuck it behind my shoulder, I positioned my head to look at him and he rested his forehead on mine, letting out a sigh of what sounded like contentment.

I would have paid good money to know what he was thinking in that moment.

“Alright then!” Sarah shouted, clasping her hands together, “When can we anticipate dinner?”

Tom dropped his hold on me and suddenly the room was a little colder.

“Ah yes, dinner. It should be ready any moment now, Brittany - would you be so kind as to help me set the table?” Tom began for what I imagined was the kitchen. I happily agreed, gentling handing Charlie back off to Emma who praised me for how good I'd been with him.

Making our way into the kitchen to load up on dishes and silverware Tom rested a hand on my lower back, guiding me to the correct room of the flat.

“I am truly sorry about Sarah,” he said in little more than a whisper.

“Don't even worry about it, like I said, I expected questions.”

We were in the kitchen now and it smelled divine. Mashed potatoes and thick brown gravy on the stove and the scent of turkey radiating from the oven.

“You did all this yourself?” the kitchen island was full of homemade cookies and small tarts as well.

“My sisters brought a few dishes, so I can't take all the credit, but you do know I love to cook.” Tom said stirring the gravy.

“I can't believe this is the first time I've let you cook for me, Mr. Hiddleston. I promise it wont be the last.” I say playfully.

“You only needent ask , my dear.” he smiles and it touches his eyes.

It warms my heart seeing how happy he was to have my company. It had been almost a year since we'd seen each other in person, but we talked almost every day via text or facetime. He had been so busy lately with shooting films, press interviews and such, that he barely had time for mundane tasks, let alone visit with a friend who lived so far away.

“I'm really happy you're here.” he reassured my thoughts, reaching to take my hand in his.

“Really? I couldn't tell.” I tease, watching his thumb rub over the back of my palm.

“What? Why not?” his brow furrowed.

“Well, for starters. . You haven't hugged me yet.”

He chuckled, “Then come here, you.” he pulled my hand, motioning me into his arms for an embrace. Tom hugs truly were the best hugs. Warm, deep and comforting- like a cozy blanket. I had to stand on my tippy-toes to rest my head on his shoulder, not only because I was short, but because he had always been so tall. My nose was greeted with the scent of his hair that lay resting there, it had grown quite long since I'd last seen him, and it really did suit him.

I'm sorry I've been so busy lately,” he said into my hair, laying light kisses on my head. “I promise I'll make it up to you in the four days we have. I'll be at your beck and call every second, showing you all around London. How does that sound?” He has me at arms length now, looking me directly in the eyes with such promise.

“Sounds perfect.” I almost forget how to speak, our time apart had caused me to completely become oblivious to the chemistry we shared. There was always a magnetic pull between him and I, since day one. It wasn't anything he and I could act on since when we met I had already been married for some time, but out friendship was too precious to just let go of because we couldn't be together romantically. This had been something we had had heavy talks about several times in the past, but nothing ever really changed between us.

His eyes scanned my face, as if taking in all the detail of my features he had missed, memorizing them, before stopping at my lips. Like gravity pulling him in, his face began to close in on mine and before I could object Sarah's voice interrupted.

“This doesn't look like setting the table to me.” her voice was laced in anger and my face went red with embarrassment.

“Oh good, Sarah's come to help. It'll go quicker with another set of hands.” Tom chimed, apparently going to act like we hadn't just almost been caught in a kiss.

“ Brother, I. .”

“Later, dear sister. We've got hungry mouths waiting.” Tom zoomed past her with plates in his hand, headed toward the dinning table.

Sarah simply glared in my direction before opening the silverware drawer with a huff.

Lovely, just lovely.

Dinner was as delicious as it smelled, we had all managed to make enough small talk to fill all possible silence. . Well everyone but Sarah, who refused to do anything but glare back and forth between Tom and I. I learned a lot about Emma and husband, their jobs, how they met- even a little about their son, including his favorite color. Sarah's husband would join in from time to time, but not a peep was made from Sarah, herself.

When everyone had finished their meal, Tom and Emma were in the middle of a reminiscent conversation, so I decided to take this time to collect everyone's dirty dishes. I hated doing dishes, but I felt like it would be a nice gesture as well as give me a little time to think and collect myself after what had taken place by the stove not long ago.

“No, no. Set those down. You are a guest, guest don't do dishes. What kind of host would Tom be if he let you clean up after us.” Emma said the moment she realized what I was doing.

“It really is no trouble, plus I want to feel like I did something for you guys tonight.” I replied, taking the dish from in front of Sarah, careful not to make eye contact.

“Set those down, love. I will take care of them.” Tom cooed. I directed my eyes to his that were apologetic, knowing his actions earlier had probably completely shot my nerves.

“Please, let me.” I tried to communicate to him without words- to give me this moment to myself. “I love doing dishes. It'd be my treat.” I lied. I know he knows I hate dishes.

His eyes fell to his wine that he'd barely touched and nodded. “Alright. I'll allow it, but only because you love it so.” he said, taking the glass in his hand before downing the contents. “And bring me back another glass on your way back, will you, love?” I half smiled, knowing the situation had driven him to drink. I really shouldn't have come.

“Of course, be back in a bit.” I excused myself to the kitchen.

What was I doing here?

I had battled with my decision to say yes to Tom's proposal that I come out here for months before I agreed to. My husband, Brett, had reasoned with me, telling me I'd kick myself if I didn't come, which I would have, but he had no idea there was anything but friendship between Tom and I.

This was a mistake, right? I had just gotten here and already we had almost kissed. I had 4 more days of having to be on good behavior.

This was foolish, yes- but I couldn't just leave on the next plane out of the country.

Or should I?

I was a few dishes way from being finished when I felt someone enter the room with me.

“Are you just here to break my brother's heart, or what?” I turned around startled to see Sarah in the door way, a glass of red wine in her hand, almost empty.

“What? No, I would never. . .”

“Really? Than why are you here? Half way on the other side of the world from your dear husband, with a man who is clearly head over heels for you.” she sloshed her glass at me as she spoke.

“Sarah, I promise- we are just friends, really good friends. I didn't come out here to make trouble, I came here to meet you guys and see London. I. .”

“Do you think I'm daft? That Emma and I are both blind to the way he feels about you? Bloody hell, are you really so foolish?” she laughed. “We've tried to get him to date for years and he refuses. Something about time,” waving a hand in the air, “but we all know it's because of you.” she glares.

“I promise, I. .”

“No, listen here. . I know exactly your ploy. You came out here to use Tom for a good time, let him dote over you, spend his hard earned money on dinner and gift. .just so you can leave and run back to your husband when its all over. Breaking him, when he realizes he can't keep you, leaving Emma and I to pick up the piece.” tears are filling both our eyes at her words and I'm at a loss for what to say.

“That's . .”I stumble over the lump in my throat. “That's not why I'm here.”

“Well, good- because I won't allow it. Tom deserves happiness, damnit. A happiness you can't provide, so why don't you finish those dishes girl, grab your things and go right back where you came from.” she gulped the last of her wine before turning on her heal to retreat back into the dinning room.

I stood in place, shocked.

Sarah held nothing back and I was left to process it all.

I had to leave, I couldn't spend another moment here. Not if it meant hurting Tom, not if it meant being in the same house with Sarah.

Crying, I quickly finished the last of the dishes, dried my hands and took a few deep breaths. I would have to think of something clever, something believable. I wiped my eyes, to clear the tears while thinking of a good reason for my exit.

I'd' grab the next taxi and head directly back to the airport, hopping the next plane back home, even it meant sleeping in those uncomfortable chairs while I waited. I'd have to figure out what to tell Brett on the flight.

I collected myself before working up the courage to show my face again in the dinning room which I now realize was most likely full of people who don't want me here. My heart clinches at the thought of Emma faking her delight in meeting me. Was acting just a talent that ran in the family or was she actually genuinely happy I was here?

I shook the thought from my head, it didnt matter anymore, I was leaving.

Biting back my pride I made my way to the table. "Brett just called," my voice wavering. "He thinks he might have Covid." I lied, looking only at Tom whose expression turned concerned.

"Oh that's awful. Is he ok?" Emma stood from her chair and leaned toward me.

"He isn't doing so well, so it looks like I'll be cutting my trip short." I dropped my gaze. I couldn't continue looking at Tom, he'd know I wasn't truthful, he could read me like a book.

"Well that's no good, when will you be leaving?" Jack, Emma's husband asked.

"Right away, I'm afraid. I've already got my flight booked." Lies continued to spew from my mouth in the form of word vomit and all I could do was hope that I was half as good at acting as Tom was.

"What? So soon?" Tom stood from his seat.

"Unfortunately." I nodded.

"Well, that really is to bad." Sarah tried for sincere but I could hear the victory hiding in her voice.

I felt the tears forming, threatening to split over the brim of my eyes, giving me away. "Thank you all for tonight. For. .everything." I take one last apologetic look at Tom before hurrying for my things in the living room.

"Brittany, wait." He calls for me, but I've got to get out of here and into the next taxi or I won't be able to keep up my act.

In a rush, I sling on my coat and grab my luggage.

"Brittany. . " Tom calls again, closer this time.

And I'm out the door, greeted by frigged air and a light snow fall.

The road is busy with the Christmas hustle, as I hail for the next available cab.

"Come on, come on. . " I urge as two taxi's voom past.

I think to walk around the corner to make it look like I'm long gone when Tom inevitably comes to find me, but I'm too little to late. Tom's concerned tone rings out from the door of the flat behind me.

"Sorry I. . "

Somewhere on the walk from the door to my side Tom's concern turned to anger, "So that's it then?"

"Wha.."

"I nearly kiss you and you run?"

Oh Gods, he thinks this is his fault. "No, that's not at all what this is about. . I told you .."

"I know what you told me, I also know it was a damn lie." He sneers, "Do you truly think I don't know you well enough to tell when you're blatantly lying to my family and I's faces?"

Ouch. This whole plan was set to avoid hurting him and it seems I've managed to anyway.

"Tom, I. ."

"If it wasn't the almost kiss, than what is it than?" He huffs and the warm air is visible in the cold. "And please," his voice falters a bit, "try not to lie."

I can feel a part of my heart shatter at his plea. This isn't at all how I saw this trip going and depending on how the next few minutes went I may lose my best friend forever.

"It was a mistake coming here." That didn't come out how I meant it to and I'm plague with instant regret.

Tom's expression had fallen so quickly, I'm afraid I'll never be able to mend what was just broken. "I see."

"Tom, I don't know what I expected to happen when I came out here. . I'm married." I reminded him.

"Wait. ." His left eyebrow lifted. "Did Sarah say something to you?".

I wasn't sure if I should be relieved that he came to this conclusion on his own without me being a tattle-tale or worried that he'd found the truth and what rift that may cause in the relationship between the two.

I paused to think.

"Brittany, tell me." His teeth were gritted together in anger again.

"She's only looking out for you." I came to her defense and not even I'm sure why.

His arms raised, landing his hands behind his head, "I knew it." He said, almost relieved? "What did she say to you exactly?"

I shrugged, "Just that I shouldn't be here. That it would only hurt you. To go right back where I came from. ."

He sighed.

"But, is she wrong?" I huddled my arms as close to my body as I could to try and keep warm.

"Brittany, I invited you here because I want you here." Slowly he makes his way toward me.

"You belong here." He reaches a large hand toward my face, resting it on my frozen cheek. "With me."

"Tom. ." I try to pry my gaze from him, but its no use. I'm a moth to the flame.

"And I should have done this a long time ago. . " before I even have a chance to think, his lips are on mine in a kiss so full of longing I almost burst. I know this is wrong and that I should move away, but my motor functions are just as much frozen in shock as they are from the cold.

When he finally pulls away he rest his forehead on mine, his eyes to the floor.

"I know I should apologize for that, but I have nothing to be sorry for. I've been holding that in for years." He chuckles, moving back a bit to look at me.

It's been a moment and I'm still at a loss for words. I wasn't mad he kissed me, and in that moment I barely felt any guilt, only complete and utter contentment because I wanted it too.

"I love you, Brittany. None of this has gone as planned so far, but as long as you know that. . " he trails off, bending my head toward him to kiss my crown.

I'm still speechless as I look at him. He seems so happy and proud of himself, its almost adorable. I'm afraid anything I might say will ruin the moment so I just stare awkwardly.

"Please," he laughs nervously. "Say something. . .anything?"

"That's just it, I don't know what to say." I grab a button on his peacoat and begin to latch it to the other side. "Or do for that matter. Where do we even go from here, Tom?"

He takes my hands in his."Brittany, look at me."

I meet his eyes.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes, but.."

He shakes his head, "Are you in love with me?"

"Again, yes- but. ."

He shakes his head again, "That's all I need to know. Now please, come back inside out of the cold. I'll deal with Sarah. We don't need to have everything figured out right now. We have 4 days to sort it all, but for the time being lets get you warm again, darling." He wraps his arm around my shoulders rubbing my sides with both his hands creating warmth from the friction.

"When we get inside, I'll show you to your room. You get settled in and I'll deal with my sisters, alright?"

I nod, thankful I wont have to fess up to my lie or face Sarah again.

"Draw yourself a bath and we shall talk when your completely relaxed, ok?"

I nod again.

We've made it to the door and I take a deep breath, he spins me toward him and plants a chaste kiss on my lips, "I love you, Brittany. You have no idea how good it feels to finally be able to say it aloud."

The End

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Owlcatober 2022- #16. royalty

A diplomatic dinner is being held in the young kingdom of Promethium, and the Queens of the land make quite the impression.

AO3

Mercury straightens the crown atop her head, then stands back to study the image in the mirror.

The crown is the last piece of the outfit she’s put together, but of course it is the most important. The gold metal is adorned jewels- a bit ostentatious, one might say, but Mercury has never claimed to be one for subtlety.

Her tailor certainly knows that, and Mercury makes a mental note to give them a substantial bonus payment for the creation of her gown. The long skirt is practically a mountain of ruffles, providing not only a delightful swishing effect when she walks but also endless pockets in which to keep the components and tools she would normally keep at her belt pouches.

Does she expect that she will need to mix together a firebomb in the middle of her dinner with ambassadors? Of course she does. In a perfect world maybe she shouldn’t, but Mercury has run the numbers on her own life, and at least one out of every five formal events she attends eventually involves a battle of some sort.

And in this case, a confrontation seems especially likely. What began as an idea for a simple diplomatic dinner has turned into an impressive gathering of politicians and ambassadors- apparently, rulers from all across the plane are more enticed by Promethium’s odd connections to the fey than they are dissuaded by Mercury’s admittedly unorthodox style of government. Mercury trusts that they have all come with good intentions, but…well, it never hurts to be prepared.

“Look at you. Utterly fantastic.” Kanerah’s voice pulls Mercury from her thoughts, and Mercury smiles as she watches through the mirror to see Kanerah stride into view.

“Look at you,” Mercury replies, motioning to her wife. “Exquisite as always.” Kanerah’s dress is simpler than hers, in a way; it is sleeker, and foregoes bright colors in favor of smoky gray accents along the skirt and bodice. But the design is perfectly suited to Kanerah’s natural elegance, and she wears it perfectly alongside the glow of jewels at her wrists and neck. Completing the look is a crown of her own, matching perfectly to Mercury, together marking them both as the Queens of the kingdom.

Kanerah smiles slyly at the compliment and leans close to give Mercury a soft kiss on the cheek, eliciting a quiet giggle before Mercury gestures to the crown. “Clasp me?”

Soft fingers trace along the back of Mercury’s neck before moving up to the back of the crown. That’s the best part about this particular accessory- it’s fashioned specifically for Mercury, and it nestles perfectly around her wide, antlered horns to clasp at the back of her head. Kanerah closes the latch, then lets her fingers linger for a moment, curling through Mercury’s short hair. After a moment, her hands drift downwards again, slowly circling around Mercury’s waist before pulling her close into an embrace.

All the while, Mercury watches Kanerah’s expression through the mirror. Her wife has an excellent poker face, but she has long stopped putting on that mask around when they’re alone, and right now Mercury can read the thoughts running through her head as clearly as if they were scrawled on a page.

“Are you ready?” Mercury asks.

Kanerah gives her a half-hearted smirk. “Of course I am.” A small sigh escapes her lips, then in a quieter voice she adds, “It would be completely ridiculous of me to be the smallest bit nervous, wouldn’t it?”

Nervous is rarely a word that describes Kanerah, especially not in situations like these- the political showcasing which so often leaves Mercury’s head spinning is child’s play for her wife. But tonight, their guests will undoubtedly poke at some vey specific wounds, and Mercury understands completely.

“We’ve made it through much worse than this,” she points out. “Everything will be fine- you’re going to be your charming, brilliant self, and there’s a twenty percent chance I’ll get to throw a bottle of fire at someone.”

As Mercury speaks, Kanerah’s smirk takes on a genuine edge, until finally she scoffs and says, “You will not be throwing fire at anyone. We just put new tapestries in the main hall.”

“I’ve done the numbers, K. Twenty percent chance,” Mercury insists. She grins back and presses a quick kiss to Kanerah’s cheek. “But I’ll try to avoid the tapestries.”

Truth be told, the banquet isn’t half bad. Mercury does try to make sure her events aren’t terribly boring, after all, and with the help of Octavia and Amiri she usually succeeds. Even the necessary formalities- the speeches, the drawling introductions of visiting ambassadors- can be forgiven when Mercury reminds herself of the feast she has planned for later that evening.

Thoughts of roasted ducks and honeyed scones hold Mercury through most of the courtly introductions… until one particular dignitary arrives, and she senses Kanerah tense next to her as he approaches.

The Qadiran ambassador is not a man either of them has ever met, as far as Mercury knows. It’s possible, she supposes, that Kanerah knows him from her life in Qadira, but even if she did, he wouldn’t know her. Not without the mask of her old illusions.

“Your majesties,” the ambassador says evenly, inclining his head by the slightest amount. His manner is restrained, but Mercury is already moving forward to clasp his hand, barely noticing his look of surprise as she greets him enthusiastically.

“Welcome to Promethium!” she says brightly, just as she has to every other politician she has met today.

Kanerah, however, gives a more reserved greeting. This is not wholly unusual; she is far better at this part of politics than Mercury ever has been, and she studies other nobles and diplomats with the same attention Mercury gives to her inventions.

But tonight there is a noted edge to her voice as she regards the Qadiran ambassador. “Yes…welcome. You’ve come a long way, and I know from personal experience how very different our lands are from Qadira. Tell me, how are you finding your visit to our kingdom?”

The question is pointed, as is Kanerah’s gaze as she waits for the ambassador’s answer. She is baiting him, daring him to say a word against their land whilst enjoying their hospitality. Mercury briefly considers interjecting and giving the man a reprieve- it would not be the first time she has softened Kanerah’s sharp words- but in the end, she refrains. She’s curious, after all; she’d been genuinely surprised when Qadira showed interest in attending this event, given their rather infamous view of tieflings.

Mercury may not have been on the receiving end of those views herself, but she is more than happy to let the ambassador squirm on Kanerah’s behalf.

The ambassador, to his credit, does not slip so easily. He does take a step away from Mercury, pulling his hand from her grasp and returning some distance to the conversation, but he manages to keep his voice smooth as he answers Kanerah. “It is a pleasure to be here, your Highnesses. I have heard the most fanciful rumors of this kingdom, and I am most intrigued to finally see the truth of it myself.”

A smile curls across Kanerah’s face. “Whatever rumors you may have heard, I assure you, they do not even begin to cover the wonders-and dangers- to be found here. But you needn’t worry for your safety… not so long as you remain in the goodwill of my wife and I.”

The ambassador frowns at her statement, but does not respond to Kanerah’s challenge. With an air of satisfaction, Kanerah glances back towards the main hall and brusquely says, “More guests await our attention, my love.” She twines her arm through Mercury’s and gives the ambassador one last smirk. “It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ambassador. I do hope we get the chance to speak again.”

Mercury waits until they’re out of earshot before shooting Kanerah a glance. Her wife is practically preening, her chin held high and a smirk still on her lips, which Mercury can only take as a good sign.

“So,” Mercury prompts, “what did you think of him?”

“He’s holding his tongue in case a good relationship between our kingdoms would be useful to him, and because causing a scene here would not be in his best interests. But make no mistake, he is quite ill at ease with our presence, with our position of power. I could see the exact moment he realized this whole thing wasn’t some kind of joke- oh, I can’t wait to tell Kalikke.”

That doesn’t sound great to Mercury, but Kanerah is still smiling, so it can’t be bad. “And how are you?” she asks.

Kanerah’s smirk grows, and she leans into Mercury’s arm. “Don’t you see? Whatever he truly thinks, he holds his tongue because he fears offending us. He recognizes that whether he likes it or not, we hold the power here.” She lets out a small laugh. “I would be lying if I said there was no vindication in that. And do you know what the best part is?”

“You got to do all that while looking this flawless?” Mercury wraps her arm tighter around Kanerah’s side, earning another laugh. She can’t help but tease; there’s an artistry to the way Kanerah carries herself during courtly events that is simply a thrill to watch.

And Kanerah loves to be appreciated- she basks in the compliment for a moment, tossing her hair and giving Mercury a knowing look. “Of course. How could I not enjoy being this beautiful?” Her eyes soften then, swapping her playfulness for sincerity as she continues. “And also…I got to realize it doesn’t matter a whit what he thinks or doesn’t think. I have you at my side. Even if we had nothing else, that would be worth all the trouble.”

Mercury can feel herself beaming even as she tries not to be so obvious about it, and she pulls Kanerah close for a kiss, ignoring the crowds around them. Kanerah smiles into the kiss, leaning in to chase after Mercury’s lips when she pulls away just enough to whisper, “Trouble? Me? When have I ever been trouble?”

“Mercury!”

This time Mercury has to pull away for real, much to her disappointment, to see what it is that has her guards running into the hall. “Yes?”

“We’ve got commotion at the gates! Someone discovered assassins trying to get in!”

Annoyance at being interrupted is quickly soothed by the prospect of an interruption to the formal proceedings, and Mercury can’t contain a triumphant laugh. “Ha! I knew we were overdue for an attack!”

She pulls vials and ingredients from her numerous pockets as she races to the door, kicking her heels off her feet as she goes. Kanerah follows close behind, her hands already alight with fire and an eager glint in her eyes, even as she calls out a reminder to mind the tapestries.

(The tapestries are saved, in the end as are the palace’s noble visitors. The same cannot be said for the assassins, nor for the dignity of certain ambassadors who were found cowering under the banquet table after the attack. All in all, Mercury and Kanerah both consider the evening a resounding success.)

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