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harrysfolklore · 1 year

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him and y/n dressed up warm for a walk after christmas dinner hosted at his house and theyre walking slightly behind anne and gemma in their big north face jackets with their arms around eachother and talking about how good the day went

ahhh idk if this is good but i really wanted to write something about that pic bc i love him so much

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WIFE MATERIAL

Christmas dinner was completely successful.

You were nervous about it to say the least, it was the first time you and Harry hosted the traditional Christmas dinner that always took place at Anne’s house at your own place in London.

It was also your first Christmas as a married couple, and that was the main reason why Harry was eager to be the host of the evening, he wanted his family to spend the holidays at their newly bought house that would be their home as a family for the rest of their lives.

The night consisted in a lot cooking with your mother and sister in law, teaming up with them to take the piss at Harry, Anne’s now traditional stories of her kids when they were little and a lot of love and gratitud to be sharing the table with you loved.

The morning after, with full bellies after having delicious breakfast cooked by Anne, you decided to take a walk around yours and Harry’s new neighborhood, it was a really secure area in the outskirts of London surrounded by a lot of nature and away from paparazzi or any prying eyes of that kid, so Harry felt completely safe with taking his family out of a walk there.

“Last night was lovely, wasn’t it?” Harry said with an arm wrapped around your shoulders, you were both clad in at least three layers of clothing including your puffy North Face jackets to fight the cold air outside.

“Yeah, it was, definitely one of my favorite Christmas yet” you were walking sightly behind Anne, Gemma and Michal, they were too immersed in their conversation about how the neighborhood was so lonely to notice your absence.

“I knew you were nervous about playing host but,” he scratched his nose for a moment before continuing, a habit he had when he was cold that you found absolutely adorable, “You were great, lovie, proper housewife material if you ask me.”

You chuckled at his teasing before replying, “I mean, I am a wife now, right? I need to stick to my role.”

“Yeah you’re all wifed up now, a rock on your finger, the deed to a house in your name, my last name next to your name, there’s no escaping now.” He kissed your head for a moment to hide the excitement that always made an appearance when he talked about your marriage.

“What you’re saying is that it’s too late to let you know that this is just a summer fling for me?” It was your turn to tease him, making him roll his eyes with a smile on his lips.

“Definitely, you’re tied down,” he grabbed your chin to place a quick peck to your lips, “All jokes aside, I loved our first Christmas as husband and wife, and I can’t wait for our first Christmas as parents next year.” he casually said, as if he wasn’t bringing up the long awaited babies topic

“Parents? Next Year? You really wa-“ and your rant was interrupted by Anne calling out for the both of you to gather up of his traditional Christmas selfie that was going to be posted on her socials.

Harry only sent you a wink before grabbing your hand and kissing your wedding ring and leading you where his family was standing.

Both of you excited to continue with your conversation when you were alone.

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satoruzlove · 1 year

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- festive season hcs

with a little twist;)

suna rin , kuroo tetsurou , atsumu miya, osamu miya , sakusa kiyoomi

! lots n lots of fluff, mentions of food / eating , curse words ,i think i said the word assault, probably time skip spoilers,spoilers as to whether santa is real or not, alcohol mention in both the miyas’ part!

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r suna !

• honestly just does what u’d wanna do cus he isn’t suuuper into decorating or anything

•if ur like that too then your christmas is rly mellow. u guys put up the christmas tree and get eachother gifts, play in some snow n take cute pics but that’s pretty much it

•lots of christmas movie cuddles though ,, sees it as an opportunity to just be close with u

• he would want a fire place hang out session. u guys find every single pillow in the house n pile it in front of the flame ( safe distance . dw ) and make some hot coco. at first you guys are just in silence, then rin may start a conversation by saying something about how “ y,know, my sister would’ve loved this kinda thing, ‘wanna visit her soon,”

•honestly only holds it dear to him because he loved watching his sister grow up and open presents with a look of pure joy on her face </3

• EXCELLENT GIFT GIVER. ALSO GOOD AT HIDING THEM

•gets u guys matching scratchy sweaters n urs has a little kitty w a santa hat on it

•his has a tree and a biiiiig star on the top with a smiley face on it

•if u suggest , he’d have a BALL making cookies w u . there’s flour everywhere, he’s flung the dough at u in little balls , he’s licking his lips to make sugar stick to it and then kissing you all over

• eventually when they’re made he eats them and then proceeds to look at u in the eye and say they taste like the sound of ur laughter cus u guys were having fun while making them

•keeps eating but then realises how fucking cheesy that was n looks at u, n ur just like 😦

•never ever lives it down

•his ig highlight of u has like +50 new pics of u guys making cookies, waiting for them to bake n then him eating them

•you had to slap him like three times to make sure he didn’t eat the dough

• “ idc about solomon or whatever is in the eggs, life is short”

•he doesn’t get ‘solomon’ thankfully

•the night before you come home from work to see this unreasonably large pile of gifts under the tree that wasn’t there when u left

•n of course u still had urs hidden cus rin is annoying and would open them if he so much as smelt the wrapping paper

•so he comes n finds u and goes “ before you say anything, i know i can’t wrap for shit “ and ur like??? but when u look closer you see it.

•the paper is crumpled beyond your wildest dreams, theres rips covered up with tape and a lot of tiny bows to cover the rest that were a little too big

•honestly , a for effort

• you guys go to sleep in the ugly sweaters and when you wake up rin isn’t there anymore

•you go downstairs n he’s doing smth in the kitchen

•you sneak up behind him and he’s making those cute santa head pancakes with the banana beard

•they were so good

•b4 u open gifts he stops u n he’s like i wanna give u one myself first

•n it’s this tiiiny little box. fits in ur palm

•u open it and there’s a fucking zip tie on it so u struggle for like five minutes b4 getting scissors to cut it

•and u open it up, and it’s a gorgeous little ring

•with sapphire ( to match his eyes, he later explains ) in the middle

• you inspect it and you see “ because we are my favorite gift i’ve ever received “ scrawled beautifully into the metal of the band

•he smiles at the stupid look on ur face and goes “ i know marriage isn’t a thing we want right now, so a promise ring is the next best thing.”

•he has a matching one with a stone that holds your eye colour too

•told u he was good at gifts 🤷🏽‍♀️.

t kuroo !

•oh my god

•the tree is up in mid november and he’s already humming along to christmas music as he’s making lunch for u

•BEGGED U to paint little christmas trees or bobbles ( what do u guys call them, ornaments, i have no idea ) on his nails- will tell everyone at the office about how , “ my baby did them for me, aren’t they so festive ?”

•if you tell him it’s early he’ll scoff directly at u and go “ it’s never to early to be festive , you little grinch incarnate”

•you don’t miss the way he smiles at u lovingly when ur whistle along to his corny , crappy christmas music

•cue kuroo attempting to hit a mariah carey high note in ‘ all i want for christmas is you ‘ and bowing when he’s done like he didn’t just assault your ears

•you clap anyway cus he looks proud

•buys peppermint sticks n sucks on them randomly and will stick them in ur face. his speech is slurred with spit and by the candy as he says ,” bite “ but he TRICKS U and keeps it in his mouth so u can kiss him

•buys u corny matching christmas shirts with the shittily printed words on them

• FORCES u to wear them too

•he has these rly cute reindeer sockies and he slides around on the hard wood floors when he hears ,” it’s a holly , jolly christmas !” come from the radio, he almost fell directly onto his ass. he says he saw his life flash before his eyes

•when christmas eve rolls around you guys leave out milk n ( shop bought ) cookies for santa . u pretend that u didn’t notice him out of ur arms at 3am, n that u didn’t hear him almost drop the cup trying to wash it

•when u wake up he’s STARING at u like the fucking weirdo he is and he’s like gm bae and ur like bro fuck off holy shit

•you guys brush ur teeth, shower ( he didn’t wanna ) and go down

•you both left the presents there beforehand but he’s still so excited lol

•you’re opening up a present with some clothes folded and you feel smth hard

•it was a round box of reddish velvet

•you glance at him with a raised brow and he takes it from u, asking u to stand up. u obviously tell him to piss off but he eventually convinces u to stand

•he’s now on one knee and ur like ??? TETSUROU

•he opens the box n it’s a pretty simple silver band with a diamond in the middle

• he takes in the way ur eyes well up and ur lip wobbles, eyes searching his to make sure this isn’t a joke. he assures u it isnt.

• “ but tetsu -“

“ i wanna spend my life with you, baby,” his voice lowers to a whisper,” if you’ll have me, god i’d love if you’d have me. i’m already so blessed to be with you, i can’t imagine what it’d feel like to have you forever.”

• I WILL NOT FUCKING CRY

• you accept OBVIOUSLY

•you spend the rest of the day toying around with y’all’s gifts n making phone calls to his dad, grand parents, your parents and friends about the proposal

• “ damn, u fr stuck with him now ” - kozume , 2022 ( or whenever idc leave me alone )

•yalls fav christmas. he has a polaroid in his phone case from that day, the date messily written in sharpie and a lipstick stamp of your own on the side.

a miya !

•bye

•stop immediately

• “BABY DO YK WHAT DAY IT IS?”

“ ,, thursday ?”

“ITS THE FIRST OF DECEMBER.”!!!3;£&:92;£&:2@!!!!!”

•the entire team knows that atsumu LOVES christmas because who doesn’t like a festive for gifts, good food and movies ? crazy people .

•never lets osamu breathe cus they have christmas dishes at the restaurant and “ as your brother, you gottaaaaa let me try it first .”

•drags u along too but samu doesn’t mind cus ur nice

•comes up to u randomly and goes “ there’s *insert number* days left til christmas, babes, can you BELIEVE IT???!”

•however if the topic sticks too long he starts getting emotional and saying how he’s already spent another year with you, and it still feels like a couple weeks because the relationship is ‘ so timeless’ , how he’s gonna spend the rest of his years with you

•he did cry until u calmed him down lol

•if ur into baking he will FLIP OUT and say how that’s so cool, and he’ll watch u baking. asks “ what’s that for? “ every few minutes n be your personal spoon licker

•lots of huggles by the fire and spilt hot coco

•gets extra clingy bcus it’s cold ):

•rly likes the smell of ginger bread n got u a lotion that’s scented like it so when u wear it he just

•clings to u

•takes out his snowman sleeping mask n wears it religiously even tho he ends up sliding it off in his sleep

•the days approaching christmas are absolutely mad because the malls n shopping centres r PACKED but tsum refuses to stay in the house

•begs u to sit on santa’s lap so he can take pictures and the person playing santa thinks it’s funny n play along

•he now has that picture on the fridge n looks at it for like an hour every day cus you look so cute

•on christmas eve you guys sit down and wrap up gifts for your friends and family, giggling and throwing balls of paper at eachother.

• he looks so proud when he wraps his first one with no mistakes lololol

•he did get a paper cut

• “ baby, i’m injured, kiss my finger ):”

“ no tsumu”

“ can’t believe it’s almost christmas and yer being so mean. where’s the holiday spirit ? yer like the grinch. “

“ what was that last bit ?”

“ nOTHING BABY.”

• on the actual day you guys go to a party at hinata’s and he says he’s got plans for after

•most of the day is spent chatting to his guys, taking cute pictures with bokuto’s girlfriend, nearly throwing up seeing hinata and kags eyeing eachother

•when it’s all over you guys get in the car and you drive bcus tsum had eggnog

•he drowsily reminds you of his plans and tells you where to drive

• he’s gazing at you from behind his lashes as u drive, nodding when he gives u directions

• you end up at this park place with a lake, and it’s so shimmery in the moonlight

•he’s pretty sobered up, so he walks you to a tree with fairy lights on it and you’re a little confused - but happy

• “ baby, y’know why i brought you here?”

“ to fuck? to drown me?”

“ wh- nO YN ARE YOU CRAZY?”

•he urges you to sit and you do, for a moment you guys are quiet . his hand around you as you watch the moons essence dance and lurch over the water of the lake

•he turns to you, eyes sparkling and hooded as he speaks to you. it’s almost like he’s sending you affection via his eyes

•” i love you, yn”, he starts, turning to you and hand dipping into his coat. “ i think i always have. loved you, been inlove with you, and i know you feel the same. i think that’s the killer ,” he chuckles, holding a box. you know what’s coming . you’re ready. you feel a bump in your throat and affection well up in your chest. “ the fact that you want me, as annoying and fuckin’ childish as i can be sometimes,” he fiddles with the box- embarrassed. you lift his chin to meet your eyes again. you see his brows crease in weakness at your actions. “ i love ya, miya. “

•you pause and you smirk at him like “ miya????” and that’s when he pulls out the box, angling himself into his knees and looking at you.

•” if you’d make me the happiest man on earth and be a miya, that is. “

o miya !

•likes the basics : decorating , some christmas music , likes holding a big christmas dinner with his family ( + tsumu’s partner bcus they’re family now )

• absolutely HAS to make a gingerbread house with u and he will teach u how to make everything from scratch

• u guys are constructing it , slathering on icing to stick the slabs of biscuit together and ur all focused

• he’s wearing the ‘ kiss me !’ apron that u got him, thick hands gently placing sweets to mimic bushes near the house, his grey eyes are on u the WHOLE time

• he thinks u look so pretty when ur not trying to be

•he’ll say ,” lover” and u look up, he’s just asking “ does this look funny ? the way i placed it?” but he knows it looks wonderful. he just wants u to say it cus it makes him feel fuzzy.

•when it’s done u stand back from it together, his arm around u and ur PROUD cus it’s so cute

•later he takes out some egg nog you two made together, sits down with u and u just chat about the years thats ( nearly ) passed. he’s running his hands up n down ur calves , laughing every so often , nodding , passing sarcastic comments

•it feels very home-y with the soft , jazzy christmas music in the back

•when he tells u about the dinner he’s planning he urges u to invite ur family too, and it’s kinda a big thing 4 u guys

• he was planning on holding it at the shop , since it’d be closed for christmas

•you guys prep together- making the food, planning a seating chart ( “ this feels so fancy, like a wedding ! “ wink wink ), he almost seems stressed.

• when you ask about it, you see his eyes glint softly and he reassures you that he just needs it to be perfect for your guys’ family

•so the prep goes on normally and he thinks he’s fallen for you all over again with how helpful, positive and over all amazing you are as a team

•the day comes and in the morning you guys unwrap the gifts you’ve gotten for eachother, and he seems spacy as HELL

• again, when asked about it he says he’s just thinking about the dinner

•so you show up to the restaurant and the families are THERE . shits getting real and you’re hella nervy

•him and atsumu are being absolutely chaotic- it’s so entertaining lol

•” AAAAA SAMU CMERE!! GIMME SOME SUGAR !!!”

“ tSUMU STOP TOUCHIN ME YA DAMN ANIMAL YER COVERED IN SNOW.”

•rest of the night consists of their grandma saying how pretty / handsome / good looking u are 😔

• at some point samu stands on a table and dings his glass with a fork , and ur kinda confused but ur smiling heavily at his durpy expression

• you can tell he’s had one too many beers- but you don’t stop him , he looks happy and he’s probably gonna say something sappy

• he starts speaking and throws his cap to the ground as he starts ,” family , friends , merry christmas,” he says, earning a ripple of claps from your loved ones and his. you cheer, and he smiles at you- his gaze doesn’t move as he continues. “ christmas has different meanings for everyone, but for me, i use it to be close to people i love. people that mean something- everything to me. “

• his arm raises to gesture to you, and your face is flushed red, “ my partner , yn, we’ve been dating since college. that’s , what? , 8 years ? and today i’m ending that.” his words cause your stomach to drop and tsumu looks up at him - confused and almost angry- looking. osamu only chuckles.

• you feel like you’re gonna fucking cry

• he steps down from the table , “ yn ln, i don’t want to be your boyfriend anymore,” he walks closer and you can tell that your family is becoming restless, tension beading up in the air and threatening to crush you.

• the man pulls something from his pocket , and before you know it hes on his knee. the room is full of gasps, cheers, mutters of ‘ oh my god!’ ,’ someone record !’ as he opens the box. a ring.

•” baby, “ he says, goofy smile on his face ,” can i be your husband instead?”

• everyone is SCREAMING.

• tsumu is crying , your mother is crying , YOURE FUCKING CRYING

• you nod your head and he picks u up, spinning you around and kissing u

•the ring is a perfect fit , and amongst all the screams he whispers ,” fits like a glove . just like us. forever .”

•now yk why he was so stressed out😔

k sakusa !

•he wants this to b over wdym

• he hates how busy and bustling everything gets, and to make matters worse his s/o wants to decorate the whole damn house. which means that they have to go out and get the deco.

•he’s all masked up and ready, n you prance out the room wearing a cute little christmas outfit. he’s pretending he dgaf but he’s smiling so hard behind his mask

•you guys get driving n you’re chatting up a storm, “ omi, do you think we should have a colour scheme ?” , “ ooo baby, what if we got a white tree hm?” , “ AHH OMI LOOK A SNOWWW MAANNN!!”

•he’s just smiling at you cus stfu ur such a sweet little baby

•when u get to the shop ur going so feral cus there’s everything u want n more

•u start with lights , then tinsel, little spray on snow for ur pretty glass doors at home, a couple reefs , some candles

• he keeps complaining about how cluttered the house is gonna be , but you’re shushing him and telling him it’ll be just fine

•so when it comes time to pick a tree , you make him pick

•he’s holding your hand, fingers laced and whenever he sees a pretty one he tugs on your fingers

• you hum a, ‘ ‘s your choice , omi ‘ and he groans because WHY CANT U CHOOSE

• he eventually comes across a tall, dark green tree and ur very pleased with him

• so u take it home, blah blah unpack blah

• DECORATING TIME

• u switch on some of that corny music he hates and when he’s walking up to you , you take his hands

• bro is confused until you start swaying , your hands finding his waist and his lacing behind your neck

•he’s blushing profusely, muttering how ,” i can’t believe you’re forcing me to slow dance to this bullshit “

•he allows you to though, and he can’t help the big grin on his face when you attempt to twirl him, when he dips you and especially when you draw him in real close

• you mutter the words of the song against his lips, and all of a sudden nothing matters. not the festive, the decorations, the world. it’s just you two- exactly how he likes it.

• the song fades away and you two stand like that for a bit , his lips pressing ghostly, gentle kisses onto the warm skin of your cheeks

• the decorating eventually starts 😔😔

•it starts fine

• but it doesn’t end fine

• the first annoyance was the needles getting everywhere and him complaining about it

•but you ignored it and he got over himself

•you’re placing the bobbles everywhere and you start ducking behind the tree whenever he glances at you

•he’s like ?? the fuck but you keep doing it and giggling . he feels challenged in his soul

•” i can see you, yn,” he says . you don’t reply , just going into the opposite side of the tree where you’re no longer in his line of sight

•he has an idea , and sneaks onto that side. he’s confused

• you’re not there

• before he can turn around , a loud THWACK is heard and a pillow is in his face

•you’ve done it now.

• he scoffs, tackling you into the carpeted floor of your luxurious house. he’s tickling your sides , your giggles and pleas music to his ears. his smile reaches those same ears - as he laughs he’s teasing you. “ you think you can whack me and get away with it, huh? huh??”

•you’re shaking your head vigorously, apologizing but he only tickles more and blows raspberries onto your neck. even he’s laughing uncontrollably now, your legs around his waist in attempt to push him a way

• he only stops when he sees tears form in your shiny eyes, pulling back. he breathes deeply, muttering about what a brat you are.

• his first mistake is turning his back to you, his second is not guarding his sides.

• you jump onto him, small fingers poking him and drawing a loud, girly yelp from kiyoomi. before he knows it he’s on the floor, begging for mercy as you tickling his sides- his neck- every part of him you can touch. his feverish giggles and attempts to grab your fast hands make you smile

•” yn- yN- PPPLLEEEAAASE OHMYGOD STOP EHATAGAHAHAHAHAHA”

“ hmmm? what was that omi ??”

“ sTOOOPPHAHAHSHHAHAH”

•this is the first time you’ve ever seen him giggle so much.

• eventually you stop . and hes catching his breath on the floor

• absolutely red in the face. hes gone.

•he comes up behind you and you’re ready to throw hands again, but he stops you and raises his hands in surrender. “ we need to put up the star, neither of us are tall enough. i was gonna put you on my shoulders,” he laughs airily ,” unless you wanna carry me?”

• you shake your head, and he hoists you up on his broad shoulders. you position he star and he’s looking up to watch your expression

•you pat his mop of curls when you’re done, he smiles, bringing you down. he has to fight the urge to tickle you again when your wide smile etches into his brain again

• you step back from your work. you huff happily

• omi is just watching from the counter . he thinks ur so cute tbh

• later in the night, it’s quiet . no music, no volley ball matches in the background, just silence.

• you’re laying next to eachother with dimmed lights filling the room, the blankets are disheveled and your eyelids are heavy

•he glances over , and when he sees youre awake he rolls to meet your gaze

• he stares at you, eyes flitting over your features for a moment

• “ i love you, yn” he mutters softly

•you smile like an absolute goof and for a sec he feels his throat close up

• his mind is flooded with love, affirmations of his love for you, just you in his head on repeat

•” i love you, omi,” you say, brushing his overgrown fringe from his eyes and placing a kiss to his forehead

• glossy, black eyes meet yours and there’s another beat of silence. when he speaks its barely even audible- you think you hear him wrong when he does

• “ marry me , baby”

•you blink for a second. you know for a fact he didn’t just say that

• “ please, if we don’t get married i’m never gonna recover,”

•something about the way he says ‘ please’, the sincerity and emotion lacing his voice as he speaks - its so special. something you’ve never seen from omi.

• you kiss him. a kiss that’s soft, but it’s meaningful. his eyebrows knit together as his hands find solace on the curve of your hip.

• “ i’ll marry you, omi.”

• he smiles

• he’s never quite loved anyone the way he’s loved you before

• best early christmas gift ever

raines thots ୨♡୧

WAAAHH ITS FINALLY DONSIES!! i’m so proud of this!! i rly liked omi’s and kuroo’s !!! also why is omi’s dub voice so ugly i wanna cry. n e ways OH EM GEE TY FOR ALL THE LOVE ??? ily all . bYE MWAHHH<33

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nightsandrewrites · 4 months

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Autumn Court's Visit

Pairing: Cassian x Azriel

Summary: Cassian found himself in a dark corner of Rita’s nursing his third drink. It wasn’t enough to even give him a buzz yet thanks to his Illyrian heritage but the night was still young. A tall fae male approached his table, slightly shorter than Azr-, nope he wasn’t thinking about that.

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Angst, jealousy, mentions of burns a/n: much jealousy, much fluff. OC from Autumn Court. Enjoy!

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Eight days. Eight days the Autumn court guests had resided in The House of Wind and Cassian was this close to losing it. Six months ago Eris had finally succeeded his father as High Lord of the Autumn Court. His accession to the title was messy, but was it ever not when it came to ruling lands and courts? Eris had employed a couple of skilled Daemati in his court to ensure that anyone who wished to be in his inner circle had honourable intentions and no Beron supporters remained. A wise first move as High Lord Cassian thought.

He couldn’t say the same of his own High Lords decisions as of late. As soon as the thought passed through his mind he regretted it. It wasn’t true. It wasn’t Rhysand’s fault he was now laying into a training dummy on the roof, picturing it as another certain Illyrian. He threw a couple more jabs into the sack, appreciating the distraction of slicing pain as his bare skin split from the force of contact.

Rhysand had reached out to Eris and offered for the Autumn Court to come visit Velaris. He wanted to begin mending the friction between their courts, to start fresh now that Eris was High Lord. He hoped that their previous tentative understandings could be strengthened to allegiance, if it was ever required again. Rhys was quick to organise the meeting, assigning the visiting court to stay at the House of Wind. Cassian only grumbled a little when finding out, given it was his and Azriel’s home. But as Rhys explained, it made the most sense. It kept them from roaming Velaris at will, they were free to visit but it didn't mean Rhys didn’t want to keep an eye on them. They would be comfortable there once they had inspected the wards and realised no one could winnow in or out. And finally it gave reason for Cassian and Azriel to be hanging around, built in guards.

When Eris arrived he had brought only four of his court with him. It appeared their roles were an advisor, an emissary and a couple of warriors. One of the warriors, Cassian quickly discovered, was a fire wielder like Eris. The first two days had gone rather smoothly, the two courts had sat down for both formal talks and informal drinks. Everyone seemed rather open to a fresh start and a new path between their two peoples. Azriel had missed those early days, off on a reconnaissance to the continent, and Cassian had missed the Illyrian.

The War Lord and The Shadowsinger had long ago fallen into each other's beds. Seeking comfort in entwined bodies and shared breaths. They never attempted to stick a label on it, they were as they had always been, Cassian and Azriel. Cassian knew their family must suspect something by now but no one ever brought it up, so they left it at that. Days as loyal servants to the Night Court and nights in eachothers arms, The House of Wind all to themselves.

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It was day three when Azriel returned. Both courts were spread through the dining room enjoying post dinner drinks, conversations flowing. “Sorry for interrupting” Azriel nodded to the new guests as he entered the room. “Not at all, it’s good to see you back Az.” Rhysand’s smile was wide, glad to have his family all back in one place again. He began introducing Azriel to the new members of Eris’ court. Azriel greeted them all with a nod and a small smile.

Cassian subconsciously ran his tongue along his bottom lip as he took in the Spymaster. His eyes flicked over him as if he would be able to see any new scars through Azriel’s leathers. He would find them later if they were there, he knew every inch of the Illyrian off by heart. He combed over the strong leathery wings behind him, unmarked. He moved on to his deep hazel eyes, tired but bright. Once he concluded that Azriel was unhurt in any serious matter, he moved on to more unsavory thoughts. About how he was going to stroke those wings later tonight, how he was going to run kisses along those broad shoulders, how he would run his hand down the muscled planes of his stomach an- Okay Cassian needed to get it together before the scent of arousal gave him away. Azriel excused himself to go bathe and change and suddenly Cassian wasn’t interested in the conversations that continued around the table. His mind following the Shadowsinger down the hall. He turned back to the drink in front of him only to find Rhys raising an eyebrow from across the table. Cassian's only response was to pick up his glass and drink deeply.

Azriel returned once everyone had moved to the lounge, procuring a plate of food and a drink of his own. He quickly fell into conversation with one of Eris’ warriors Maril. The night wore on and Cassian’s patience wore thin. Individuals began excusing themselves for the night but Azriel didn’t budge from near the fire and his deep conversation with the Autumn Court fae. Cassian eventually decided to retire for the night and wait for Azriel from the comfort of his bed. They had separate rooms next door to each other in one of the wings, even after all these years, they had still kept their own spaces. But more often than not they found themselves falling into Cassian’s sheets as he had claimed the room with the biggest bed. As he bid the room goodnight, Azriel didn’t even look up, instead murmuring something that had Maril roaring with laughter.

Cassian huffed as he flung himself into his bed. He just wanted to welcome home his Shadowsinger but now this dumb Autumn Court was here cockblocking him. Eventually he drifted into an uneasy sleep as he waited for Azriel to arrive.

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He woke the next morning to realise that Azriel hadn’t arrived at all. That for the first time in Cauldron knows how long Azriel hadn’t sought out Cassian when returning from a mission. Was something wrong? Had they trusted the Autumn Court too soon and they had turned on Azriel last night when he was left with them in the lounge? Cassian quickly dressed and paced down the hall to the kitchen only to find Azriel sitting at the table with their guests, freshed face and enjoying breakfast. Cassian waited all day for a chance to corner Azriel, to see where his head was at after returning from the continent. But the opportunity never came. The house was packed as they trained, had meals or sat and discussed court business. Once he thought he might have finally had a moment alone with the Shadowsinger as he approached the doors to the balcony Azriel had just entered. Only to find him there marveling at the fire Maril had conjured around his hand. At night Cassian would sit until his eyes drooped, until he had no choice but to retire to his room.

One night, he decided he was done waiting. He’d opened the door to Azriel’s room and made himself comfortable under the covers. Rhysand had sent Azriel to check in with his other court contacts and he wouldn’t return until late. Try to avoid me now Cassian thought as he’d rolled over and waited for the Spymaster to return.

Voices had woken Cassian from his sleep. He’d opened his eyes to see it was still dark outside, he must have only nodded off for a couple of hours. He’d frozen as he’d realised it was Azriel walking down the hall talking with Maril.

“I can show you if you’d like.” Azriel offered to the male as they’d approached. “That would be great yeah.” Maril seemed enthusiastic about whatever he’d just agreed to. “I’ll jus-” Azriel’s voice froze as he reached the doorway. Obviously taking in the large form of the War Lord in his bed. Cassian didn’t move, pretending to be asleep as Azriel took a step into the room. “Must’ve had too much to drink and missed his room by one.” He heard the Shadowsinger chuckle as he’d begun closing the door. “Guess you're swapping tonight!” Maril had laughed as their voices retreated back down the hall.

Cassian’s chest ached and tears pricked the corner of his eyes and a sob caught in the back of his throat. Was Azriel bringing that male to his bed? Would he have even said anything to Cassian if he did? In all the time they had been together, neither Illyrian had sought out other company, but should Cassian take the hint Azriel was clearly giving him this week?

------------------------------------ The final straw was when Cassian had walked on to the roof this morning ready to train, only to find Azriel and Maril sitting knee to knee on the ground. Both of them had their hands out, half a foot between them. Azriel’s shadows twisted and spun around his left hand and extended over Maril’s right. In Maril’s left hand his own flames and Cassian almost choked as he realised Marils flames were swirling around Azriel’s right. Cassian turned on his heel and left before he could fall to his knees, his legs almost giving out on him. He paced back and forth once he returned to his room.

Azriel hated flames. It took years for him just to sit still in the same room as an open fire. Cassian knew because he had worshiped the burn scars that lingered on the Shadowsinger’s body, and knew the mental scars that went along with them. He had convinced the Illyrian that it didn’t make Cassian see him any differently, that he still wanted him all the same. Not to mention he had always thought of Azriel’s shadows as an extension of the Illyrian himself. They rarely left his side, would only brush against the cheeks of family and, Cassian thought until now, had only curled around him. But did he even know Azriel anymore? This past week felt like he was a stranger. And fine if Azriel was moving on, had finally become bored of the Illyrian warrior with no extra fancy fae powers then he wouldn’t get in his way.

—---------------------- That’s how Cassian wound up taking his anger out on the training dummy in the warmth of the afternoon sun. He couldn’t stand to be inside on the last day of Eris’ visit, hearing the promises of an equivalent visit to the Autumn Court. Just Cassian’s fucking luck that he’d have to do this all over again sometime soon. He swung a right hook to the head as more skin split and beads of red appeared at his knuckles. He dropped his hands and decided he needed a better way to let off steam.

After quickly bathing and changing Cassian found himself breathing a little easier now he soared above Velaris in the first moments of twilight. He’d have to apologise to Rhys later for missing the formal goodbye to the visiting court but he couldn’t stand to watch any more interactions between Azriel and Maril. He knew he would stand their reading into every word, every flicker of emotion, wondering where he went wrong. Wondering why he was no longer enough to hold the Shadowsinger’s affections.

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Cassian found himself in a dark corner of Rita’s nursing his third drink. It wasn’t enough to even give him a buzz yet thanks to his Illyrian heritage but the night was still young. A tall fae male approached his table, slightly shorter than Azr-, nope he wasn’t thinking about that.

“Mind if I sit?” he motioned to the chair next to Cassian. “Sure.” Cassian nodded. The male had soft brown hair and his matching eyes flashed with pure lust as he took in the Illyrian. Cassian found that he didn’t quite mind the newfound attention. “Are you here with friends?” The male cast a look around the room. “Not tonight, you?” Cassian flexed his wings a little behind him in a small show of dominance. The male tracked the movement with a look of determination. “A few, but I don’t mind going home with someone else.” He smirked. Cassian felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand before he saw the male's face drop.

“He’s already got plans tonight.” Azriel’s gravelly voice sent chills down Cassian’s spine, but he mastered himself and spun in his seat to face the Shadowsinger. “I didn’t realise there was somewhere I needed to be?” Cassian professed, but it was too late. The male had already jumped up and disappeared into the crowd. Cassian didn’t blame him as he took in Azriel’s face. The lethal stare of the Night Courts Spymaster was focused upon him.

Azriel didn’t say any more as he reached out for Cassian’s arm and winnowed them away. It wasn’t a particularly polite exit from the bar, but Azriel had disappeared at a moment's notice enough times that most patrons didn’t bat an eye. They reappeared above the House of Wind and Cassian tore his arm from Azriel’s grip as they glided to the roof.

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“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Azriel growled as they reached the ground.

“Enjoying a night out, what does it look like?” Cassian snapped. He turned to leave but a wall of dark shadows blocked his way. “How did you know where I was anyway?”

“I’ve had shadows tailing you since the night you fell asleep in my bed, if you’d bothered to notice.” Azriel huffed and folded his arms across his chest. And fuck, Cassian should have noticed that. Azriel had trained him to look for tails and spies, and had versed him in all the methods Azriel employed himself.

“Right,” Cassian chuckled darkly, turning to watch Azriel’s reaction. “Wouldn’t want to have your new fuck buddy accidently running into your old one.” Azriel’s eyes widened. “What are you talking about?”

“I saw you with him, with Maril” he spat the name. “Were you even going to say anything or was a heads up just too much effort?” “Cass..” Azriel’s arms dropped to his side “Maril was just a way in, a way to gather information for Rhys about the Autumn Court’s intentions, but then we got talking and found we had more in common than we thought.”

“Yeah, then when you tried to take him to bed I was in the way!” Cassian snarled. “You were awake?” Azriel looked surprised. He’d heard enough. He didn’t want to hear about Azriel’s new love story. He turned to the house brushing through Azriel’s shadows. “Cassian, wait let me explain.” Azriel’s steps traced Cassians but he kept striding for the door. Suddenly Azriel’s shadows were cutting in front of him forcing him to stop. “Don’t make me restrain you.” Azriel warned. Cassian turned on him then. “I’d like to see you try.” He seethed. Only two paces separated them as shadows continued to twirl and spin behind Cassian.

“Baby,” Azriel started softly, Cassian flinched at the regular pet name. “I didn’t try to take anyone to bed. Rhys was returning Maril to the house after a night out as I was coming back.” Cassian watched Azriel carefully as he explained, searching for the deception in his words. “He was happy to keep the evening going, we chatted as we walked and I was about to leave him at the door to change when we found you.” He took a step closer and Cassian held his ground.

“That morning, your shadows were..” Cassian's eyes fell to the centre of the roof, he couldn’t bring himself to repeat what he saw. “I wanted to tell you as soon as I found out. Maril noticed my scars.” Azriel held up his hands, palms turned down. “He told me about his own, also given to him by his brothers before he was old enough to master his abilities. They covered his arms. He told me it took years for him to not be afraid of what his own mind could conjure. He said that he could show me how to get over the fear. Use my own abilities to offset the sensation of flames on my skin. That’s what we were training to do that morning.”

“You didn’t tell me.” Cassian kept his eyes on the roof, he could feel the tears swelling in the back of his throat “You never came to me when you returned from the continent.” “Fuck Cass.” Azriel closed the distance between them then. Pulling Cassian's chin up so he could meet his eyes. “When I came back, an enemy was in our home. Not a real enemy, but a foreign court, a threat.” Azriel rubbed a thumb along Cassian’s jawline. “I shut down. I didn’t come to you because I couldn’t risk them finding out about you.” His voice dropped then, lowering to an almost whisper ”I can withstand a lot Cassian, Hel I’ve got enough scars to prove it. But I couldn’t let them figure out the one thing that could break me. The one thing they could use to get me to do anything. You.”

Cassian’s heart ached at the confession. The two of them had always been physical, yes, but so much had been left unsaid. Silent understandings in the night.

“I had to keep my distance, I couldn’t let anything slip. I was watching them while they were here, yes. But they were also watching us.” Azriel dropped his forehead to Cassian’s. “I made a joke that you were drunk as an excuse for you being in my bed that night, hoping Maril would buy it. I had some of my shadows trailing you after that just in case he saw through it.” He sighed. “They told me when that male sat down with you tonight.” Azriel pulled back then, hurt briefly flashed in his eyes and in that moment Cassian would have done anything to chase it away.

“I thought you were done, with us” Cassian’s mouth pulled down at the corners. “I thought you’d found someone more worthy of your time, a match to your extra abilities.” Cassian feebly waved his hand around mimicking Azriel’s shadow casting. “I just… I thought I had realized too late that what we had between us, it was never just about the physical release for me.” Cassian confessed, dropping his hand back to his side.

Azriel took up Cassian’s hand in his own and interlaced their fingers.

“It isn’t for me either. There will never be a better match for me than the Illyrian Warrior with seven red siphons, twins to my own.” He leaned in and nipped softly at Cassian’s lips. Azriel began trailing kisses down the War Lord’s jaw and started down his neck. Cassian almost let out a whine as the Shadowsinger pulled back. Eyes now dark and full of his own shadows. “You are mine." Azriel growled. "You don’t look at, touch or fuck anyone without my say so.” He rubbed his thumb along Cassian’s bottom lip. Cassian almost went to his knees right then and there. “And I am yours.” He dipped his head down and kissed Cassian fully.

#acotar #acotar fic #cazriel #cassianpov #cassian #azriel #cassian x azriel #azriel x cassian #bat boys

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nonbinary-eddie-munson · 1 year

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I was thinking about how the run away with me au Robin and Steve "should we get divorced?" conversation comes about:

Theyre about 23 and Robin comes home in tears after another break up. The reason: Robin had asked her girlfriend of 8 months, Lorraine to move in with her and steve. Lorraine assumes this means steve is moving out and when Robin clarifys that no Steve is staying, he's an important part of her life theyre married for chists sake. Well Lorraine doesnt take that well, says she isnt going to spend her life playing second fiddle to Steve.

This isnt the first time a relationship had ended for either of them because a partner hadnt been able to accept that Steve and Robin were a package deal. Things had been especially rough for them romantically in the first couple years of their marriage. It wasnt until a particularly awful screaming match between Robin, Steve and Steves first real boyfriend, that they were able to admit their relationship was incredibly codependent and unhealthy. Steves boyfriend had been upset when Steve had cancelled on him for the 3rd time in a row because of a Robin Emergency™️ and decided to confront Robin about it while Steve was in class. Things escalated quickly when Steve came home early from class to find them arguing and immediately took Robins side. The argument and Steves relationship ended with a slammed door, a lot of tears and a new rift in Robin and Steves relationship.

It took a lot of long conversations with Carina and Marjorie, Steve working through his toxic masculinity enough to go see a therapist - He and Robin made a deal that theyd both go talk to someone about, you know almost dieing "do you think me being fucked up by what happened at starcourt makes me weak steve?" "No of course not!" "Well then why would it make you weak?" - and a summer spent apart (Robin taking an internship in rome to study latin) for them to sit down and have a long conversation about boundaries and ground rules for how they would navigate their relationship as well as dating in the future.

Steve and Robin agreed to both take a break from dating while they worked through their respective traumas, and figured out how to navigate their relationship in a healthy way. Things werent easy, the both of them occasionally backsliding into unhealthy behaviors, more than a few nights where one of them spent the night with Carina and Marjorie in order to have space from eachother. But eventually they get their shit figured out and decide to brave the world of dating again. Steve and Robin both have their share of flings and short lived relationships but nothing so far seemed to stick. That is until Robin met Lorraine.

Lorraine was funny, sweet and a little bitchy. They had immediately clicked after being introduced by some mutual friends from school. Robin really thought things with Lorraine were going to work out. Steve and Lorraine had gotten on like a house on fire, she had slipped into Robin and Steves dynamic easily, trading jokes and light hearted jabs, cooking breakfast together on days Lorraine would stay at their apartment. Robin had fallen hard and fast, she thought she had finally found someone who accepted that her and Steve were a package deal. So 8 months in when Lorraines lease was ending Robin (with agreement from steve) asked Lorraine to move in. Things don't go to plan. Robins dreams of a future with lorraine are shattered. She goes home broken hearted.

After Robin has cried herself out, her and steve cuddled together on the couch Steve is the one to broach the topic. Robin immediately bursts back into tears before he calms her back down again saying he doesnt want a divorce but he also doesnt want to hold Robin back, doesnt want to be the reason she cant find happiness. Robin replys by saying if anyone is holding the other back its obviously her, steve gave up everything to protect her afterall. Steve calls bullshit -years of therapy and he can finally say that word without cringing- says he would do it all again in a heartbeat, that she doesn't owe him anything. They stay up all night talking about it, about what the both of them want from their futures. Neither can see a future without the other. they're platonic life partners, one day they'll find their someones who can accept that and if not well, they'll always have eachother.

Of course they do find their someones in the form of a charming if infuriating metal head and a brilliant, sweet, and badass reporter. Through trial and error the four of them figure out how to navigate life together. They all live happy ever after.

Robin and Steve celebrate 30 years of marriage with divorce papers. They'll always love eachother but now they dont need a marriage to keep eachother safe. They dont need a marriage to stay as platonic life partners. They have eachother and they have Eddie and Nancy. They have everything they need.

Lmk what you think! I'd love to have someone to scream with about this AU and bounce ideas off of :D

Tagging by request <3 @ramyayaya

#i think steve and eddie find eachother infuriating in a good way and also a sexy way and i love that for them #i wrote this instead of sleeping #i'll actually turn this into a fleshed out fic i swear. i just happened to see a post talking about how a lot of fics make steve and robin #imcredibly codependent and started thinking about how i would handle that in my fic and decided to write out my ideas #i dont want it to come off as magically theyre perfect and okay. i think things would be messy in the beginning. and still a bit messy #even after bc theyre only human you know. i think having elder queers to talk to would be so important to them for helping them figure #things out you know #i think eddie and nancy wouldnt enter the picture until Steve and robin are 27/28 #im also still trying to figure out relationship dynamics bc the fruity 4 are in a polycule and how i think that would be for them #no matter which way you look at it the relationship between the 4 of them is inherently queer and thats beautiful #i hesitate to have eddie and nancy marry eachother in turn bc yknow heteronormativity #i think people assume theyre together and that eddie and nancy never confirm or deny why people make that assumption #but idk if they ever get married idk ill have to think about it #if you read this far in my tags feel free to hop in my dms and scream with me about this au #id love to have someone to bounce ideas off of #run away with me au #platonic stobbin #robin buckley #steve harrington #steddie #ronance #long post

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lgsx1ii · 1 year

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Alr before I drop the head cannons I'ma drop the lore first then I'ma post the head cannons.

Attached Au

An Au of Wally who's been trapped inside of a living being house, Isolated, like a bird wouldn't able to fly. no freedom but to be stuck in a cage being cramp inside wanting to be set free. Even cries or scream of calling for help won't do, Just trapped in there for three weeks.

Until then, An enitity would possessed Wally slowly before becoming into one. As now the living being Wally's house 'Home' now gone. As if home transfered himself or either an entity (that makes home alive.) Goes to Wally.

Wally became little different after being possessed that's sticks to him forever.

(This was before Julie, Frank, Poppy, Howdy and the others. moved into the neighborhood, His only neighbor right now was (Y/N), You.)

In that time, (Y/N) would be at the door waiting for their friend. But no answer, Even after days later on. (Y/N) couldn't stand there and to wait how they become extremely worried that Wally hasn't come out, Even through phone calls Wally didn't reply. Decided to bust down the door or shatter the glass window, Ended up home would push and knock over (Y/N).

Another week passed by of (Y/N) tempting to do anything to check on their friend to just either start wrecking the house.

(Yes (Y/N) is aware it's a bad thing to do to destroy and ruin's someone's property, Speaking of uh. .You know paying the damages. , But they can't help to see what's going on with their friend Wally. His your childhood friend after all. Couldn't lose someone who was there for you and to be loved and cared. It's painful really to lose someone your fond of. And Heck Wally is 'made of love' uh sort of that thing of how you called it.)

A week passed by. The door opens. (Y/N) widen their eyes to see. . Wally, Who's a bit different.

For now the present times. Wally would be very clingy around, His clothes are different and his hair is a bit messy and fluff. His getting all close to (Y/N) weirdly, But (Y/N) would assume it's just how Wally would act around (Y/N) like to tease and make fun of in a friend way to do. Flirting eachother like you know how Best friends would do to mess with, Their relationship shown to be platonic, Just friends that Wally seems be . . . interested in (Y/N) (?)

[If you like in a romantic way, then sure that's really fine to me since..for all Wally simps I'm gonna feed]

Till then the new neighbors arrive (The rest of the gang in welcome home.)

At first Wally is happy about that the people started to move in to this neighborhood, Same with (Y/N). But there's a tiny thing inside of Wally telling that 'I. .prefer to be alone with (Y/N) in this neighborhood. .' Since Wally sometimes has social anxiety with other new people and strangers. And (Y/N) will be the one to lead and do the talking of Wally is not In a mood or comfortable yet to talk.

Till the neighbors settled in, (Y/N) looks at Wally, noticing how his not in a mood to talk and grips onto (Y/N)'s sleeves. Hinting that they will be the one to do it. (Y/N) nods and walks up to the new neighbors with Wally gripping onto (Y/N)'s sleeves.

They introduce themselves first and greeted. 'Glad to see new faces around here, Hope you enjoy your stay and be settled in neighbors.'

They have a little conversation with eachother and the neighbors they move in. While Wally is being silent, That he felt his insides would be tighten, As in that enitity home transfer to Wally that is now turning into a regular house. Wally felt tighten in his insides (not in like a jealous way but like an anvil slowly suffocating him inside.)

(Y/N) looks down and noticed as they said they would give the neighbors some space to do their own thing. While (Y/N) leads Wally to their home, Just to have conversation of what just happen last three weeks ago. .and to comfort Wally in the meantime.

As they arrive, Wally groans in pain clutching his chest. (Y/N) places him down to the couch, They were about to go to grab things that makes Wally slow down his unease feeling or something makes Wally comfortable. But got pulled back by Wally. 'Stay. .friend. .'

(Y/N) sat down next to Wally and Pat's his back then to pet his head. Wally turns to (Y/N) with a soft smile getting comfort at to ease his stress away.

'now. .about three weeks ago, I need you to explain what made you isolate and not answering my calls. I was worried sick, Home won't let me in and keeps pushing me away and send be flying back to the ground. Not even a single bit not letting me inside to check on you. I was desperate and. . wanting to know what happen that I started to try to bust down the door and breaking the window and . .try to climb inside the chimney. Everything I tried to go inside that you were so quiet and made me panic. . What's been bothering you. .? Or is it has to do with home not letting you out.'

(Y/N) then waits for his response as Wally clutches his chest that the pain slowly fades away. He started to explain little by little while holding hands with (Y/N) to comfort Wally being traumatized by that 3 weeks ago.

'all I could remember is that Home seems to be not being it's usual self, I did treated him with respect that it deserves but it felt like something is on his. .uh head I guess, He watches my every move of my behaviour, When I try to sleep I hear these voices. Whispering as if someone was whispering in my ear. There's a time of this shadowy figure corner of my eye, Whenever I turn to look at it, It's not there anymore. And. .the eyes at night were to watch me. . everything. . .I hate it . .It's not even my clothes anymore that hangs on my. .chair. it's just something and like someone.'

Wally continues to explain what he remembers. Some of it just . .as if got erased on his head instantly. (Y/N) nods and continues to listen while rubbing his back to comfort.

"I mean the house was pretty much alive when we started to live here. I was skeptical and suspicious at first . . I didn't much like house that is 'alive' I just have this bad feeling. .when I see it for the first time. Isn't not normal of a house being alive and can interact. .?"

Wally nods in agreement, It's very unexpected and rare to see a living alive home out in the neighborhood. Which is now, It's just a regular home. Wally then and continues to explain. "I feel home is against me something. .around that uh. . time, But uh appreciate how home would let me eat. .and drink t-to of course not to die! Though I notice home changes behavior whenever I come home. .then the other next day, I was about to meet you to hang out and then home won't let me out anymore. Even if I try to tell him to open the door or anything to open. It won't let me."

Wally's hand grips tightly to (Y/N)'s hand. "I tried everything. . .The telephone got cutt off when I was about to call you for help. .like the wire been cutt off on it's own, I can't fix it since home shut the drawer lock tight where I could fix things. . .It just shuts everything. Closed of things I needed to help and get out."

"Then a week later, I. .became scared and terrified that the voices in my head are getting louder, The figure appears and disappears in a blink of an eye. .to the point I lost myself at this point. .I can't sleep. I can't eat well or drink of those thoughts and voices. .my favorite things to do is been locked away. Even if I try to find the key, It's just . .gone. I was so alone, Only I can do now is just sitting in the bed, Eat and drink and taking a bath. And I can't also use hairspray. Which I can imagine home doesn't like that also, As like it would make home be allergic or cough out. You know."

"Then it was the 13th day in 3 weeks, I haven't yet been free. Trapped alone in the dark and these- Stupid voices making me go insane and won't let me sleep in peace!" Wally raised his voice by accident, He breathes in and out. "Sorry that I raised my voice there. . Friend. .I didn't mean to startled you. . ." Wally apologize. As Wally received getting a head pat.

"It's fine really. .It's okay to let out your stress on me, I know that time is hell for you and I know you need to let that trouble some emotions or feelings whatever you describe needed to let out so the pain won't make it worse for you to keep it yourself. Cause I don't want my childhood friend to suffer worse that we've been through since childhood."

Wally looks up to them and smiled. His really glad that he met them. Really glad that their there if he needed. That they will lead be the one do it whenever Wally is not feeling the mood. That their good to notice thing when Wally isn't feeling well or comfortable. He really appreciates (Y/N) being there for him.

"Th..thank you. .(Y/N) I. . really appreciate you much. .so much . ." Wally slowly felt a tear on his eyes, As he wipes it away. "So. .your gonna continue? It's okay if you don't want to. Or you can write on a paper if you wanna continue, If none. We could chill and watch TV, Eat snacks that makes you less stressed then before. .Your choice."

". . ." Wally thinks for a moment, before continue so (Y/N) can know what Wally was in. Like what (Y/N) have mention about to open up his trouble feelings to let out the pain in his chest. "I'll. .continue. ."

"So what I said around 13th day of 3 weeks I haven't been let out by home. The day. .I got attacked by this. .entity figure, I didn't fight back since it was to fast and I couldn't react that quick as I got knock out. . ."

Wally felt a headache as he place his hand on his head, (Y/N) then rubs his head to massage for a little while. "I don't remember that then, It felt cold and . .alone in the dark. Till I woke up. . .I just felt different that my body felt cold. And. .heavy somehow, But now I think I'm now good. ."

". . .Do you have any injuries when you were attack? Like wounds...? Scars? Or. .Like you been trapped in there . .for weeks. .how am I supposed to just forget about that. .how am I suppose to be okay when your suffering in that house being-"

Wally wraps his arms around (Y/N). "I know it's hard to forget something that is scary, terrible experience and getting traumatized by that your brain wouldn't simply forget it. I know your very worried for that but. . I feel really fine now, Really. ." Wally gives (Y/N) a headpat to soothe down his stress.

They continue to talk to comfort eachother, Saying sweet words to lighten up the mood. Cracking a few jokes to make Wally laugh and (Y/N) laughing at Wally's terrible jokes. They decided to continue this topic some time for them to clear their head from all that happen.

One week later, It felt weird both of Wally and (Y/N) will get used to 'home' now turning into a regular home. Wally would be sleeping for a while in (Y/N)'s place whenever those terrible memories gets into his nerves.

He gets a little way close to (Y/N) whenever the neighbors who move in would approaches and greet them, As if Wally doesn't like (Y/N) to get close to them. His afraid of (Y/N) would just straight up abandon him or lose interest, He hates the feeling getting left out and would (Y/N) drag away.

Like they've been friends since they were little, And hated the feeling of that special person Wally is very fond of would just leave him behind. Jealous that his lack of attention, Annoyed if (Y/N) would talk to the other neighbors. He hates the feeling. He wants to get rid of his chest and just wanted to hang around (Y/N) alot.

There's a time Wally looses his patience and would grip the neighbor's hand tightly, As if his crushing it hard enough to feel pain and tears in it's eyes and telling to stop.

And a time Wally loosing himself, In (Y/N)'s house that his back started to grow tentacles. And one eye would be just staring where Wally's eye's go. Loosing his patience or to trigger him that his back will appear tentacles, That could wreck things on his way. Which (Y/N)'s house is messy.

(Y/N) would try to calm down their friend Wally with their stuff now getting destroyed and ruining and breaking. That they got grabbed by Wally's tentacles and toss them away with (Y/N) then lands safely and goes after Wally for a hug, It calms Wally down for him to stop wrecking things. As he hugs back tightly and place his head onto their shoulders.

What really unexpected in the future is that Wally accidentally killed Frank, That entity in him that it's very difficult to hold back and not go on killing. Or is it based on his strong negative emotions and feels that lead him to start slowly kill the neighborhood that looses his patience.

Leaving (Y/N) that Wally manages to control back with all his strength, And in the end (Y/N) would be traumatized how they witness that demon side of him that made him like this to suffer. Now that leads (Y/N) to think that 'home' did transfer something to his friend.

Wally manages to calm himself before his energy drains out from fighting back and lays his head on (Y/N)'s head.

After that. .'murder spree' incident, Somehow the universe reset back it's normal place. As the neighbor once before would like glitch their existence back to normal, as the Wally's incident to lose his control and kill everyone didn't happen. It give (Y/N) a mixed feeling his this universe functions. When someone dies. It just glitches back to existence. No one seems to die in this universe. *Unless if it's Wally Darling or (Y/N) that died, Then it would permanently killed them. And erase the universe into a new one.*

Like a game, You can kill any living being, As the npc's would just simply come back alive like nothing just happen. Except for the player. If the player dies, the file would just erased and wipe out existence from the file. Then to create a new one. (That's how I can best to describe since I really suck explaining..)

The history repeats itself, Wally goes crazy that he kills someone or by accident. That person would simply glitches back to come alive. Then (Y/N) will be the one to comfort Wally in the end.

Now about Wally has those mixed color on his eyes. It's when his huge positive emotions mostly 'the attach thing to (Y/N)' would be. .a little crazy and very clingy and loving to them. (Not I'm not making Wally a yandere for now, Just a little bit of obsession. Like very fond to (Y/N) and attached to them.)

But when (Y/N) would make Wally Darling annoyed and bothered much, He will be like 'home' used to be. Dragging (Y/N) away and puts them into his house. Locked. Tight. Shut. He was really scared that they would stop giving their best friend's attention. Leaving Wally behind.

Like home would caged Wally.

But this time Wally wouldn't do that, For him to put them in his house forever trapped and caged (Y/N) to not interact the other neighbors or even go to their house.

Did you know Wally can also control his house? Like he can control everything in his house, Like he can automatically open the door. Shutting windows and everything. And etc he can easily control. Now that Home was gone, Now It was Wally Darling's turn.

End.

Please note my Grammer do be suck cause English isn't my first language, Filipino here 🧍 and also maybe I'll be adding more into the lore If I had ideas.

#x reader #x y/n #oc #wally darling #wally welcome home #welcome home au #welcome home #welcome home lore #oc au #wally x y/n #wally x you #AttachAu

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corysmiles · 2 years

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Petals of the Fae

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Notes: I know I haven’t written anything in a while so I thought I’d make a new AU! I needed some fluff in my life and I think most of you do too. I hope you all like it and more should be out soon :)

CW: language

Tommy let the door of his cabin shut quietly behind him. He shifted his weight between his feet as he double checked he had everything he needed in his bag. Meanwhile soft winds carried colorful leaves through the sky like butterflies. Every few seconds one would brush against his skin or stick to his jacket. It was almost winter, and the sharp iciness of the wind was already starting to bite, but instead of going back in Tommy shrugged his coat closer.

It wasn’t often he got to actually explore. His dad was fairly strict about letting him go out into the woods, and rarely ever was he allowed to go out on his own. Unless he stayed within his parent’s sight Tommy was bound to be stuck in the cabin. It got rather boring at times, but he still was able to go out into the town whenever he wanted. And during the week he still got to go to the small school at the center of the village (even though he hated having to sit still for so long).

His plan to sneak out had started with the seeds of his schoolmates words. Tubbo, a short and rather odd kid, had mentioned that there were flowers made of diamonds out in the woods. No one believed him and Tommy himself had argued, but the boy had stood his ground. He argued vehemently that the flowers weren’t only real, but that they were being grown by the fae. They’d all known eachother since birth so most of the other students laughed him off. Tommy didn’t think too much of it until the end of the day. Before he could leave with the rest of the students Tubbo had pulled him aside and slipped one gleaming petal into his hand.

The surface of it felt like silk, even softer than the fabrics his dad had brought home from one of his longest trips, and it shone from all angles like an opal. He thought if he could manage to bring one home for his mom he’d be in her good grace for at least a few months.

So, that very night he snuck out under the cover of the stars to find the flowers.

Tommy inhaled nervously as he inched closer and closer to the tree line. Every cricket chirp and owl hoot he heard he swore was his dad coming out to reprimand him. When he finally reached the forest’s border he paused.

The fae were simply children’s stories- tall tails to keep small kids in line or make them eat their food. However, if the flowers were real that meant there was a chance more of Tubbo’s story could have been true. Even as brave as he was, Tommy felt himself shudder at the horror stories of the fae his parents had told him.

A few times Tommy got close before pulling back before he actually entered the woods. His bravery from that morning dwindled until his nervousness gnawed at his mind like a rabid dog. But the reminder of what was to be gained kept him still. His mom would love it and he’d prove everyone at school wrong.

“Fuck it”, Tommy finally whispered under his breath before stepping into the woods.

The moment he entered he swore the air temperature dropped as if it was warning him to stay away. He shook a bit at the wind eating at his skin, but still pushed forward. Step by step he marched on until he could barely see the smoke from his house. He wasn’t entirely sure where to look since he’d rarely ever been in the forest but he hoped that if the flowers were as shiny as Tubbo said they’d be easy to find.

It felt like he had been walking for ages when he caught the first sight of something glimmering through the leaves. His breath caught in his throat, and slowly he inched his way forward until he saw them.

In the center of a bright clearing with perfectly round stones surrounding them we’re the most beautiful flowers Tommy had ever seen. His mother was a gardener, so flowers were common in their household, but still these far outshined anything she grew. The petals of each daisy-like flower were unblemished as if no bug dared to take a bite of them. Their stems were almost see through like they were made of glass and inside tommy could just barely make out the water pumping through their stringy veins.

Before he could stop himself he reached forward to touch one, and the delicate petals were even softer than he could have hoped.

“Woah,” Tommy exhaled as he kneeled down next to them, just outside the ring of stones encircling the flowers.

“Mom would love these,” he thought. He reached in to try to grab one, but his hand stopped halfway. His fingers shook and curled in on themselves like as if an invisible force was forcing him away. He winced and flinched back as the pressure on his fingers started to hurt.

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, “Fine I won’t take it.”

So instead he sat and reached in again. This time, without the intention to pluck one, his fingertips were able to graze a petals. The flower was even softer than the one Tubbo had shown him, like the one he had received was merely a corpse, a ghost of what it once had been.

“You like them?”

Immediately, Tommy fell backwards away from the flowers and scrambled away. He hasn’t heard anyone approach, but surely enough when he looked up a strange man was standing in the middle of the flowers. Curly brown hair fell over his eyes masking them from Tommy’s sight and every part of his body was just slightly longer than it should have been. Meanwhile the flowers below him danced around his legs even though the wind had fallen dead.

“Who are you?” Tommy shuddered.

“Well I’m the one who should be asking you that,” the man tilted his head as he studied his own fingers, “this is my garden after all.”

Tommy eyed him nervously from his spot in the dirt, not daring to move. The air grew colder every second the man was there and even though it was dark Tommy found himself wincing at the sight of him .

“I can’t tell you that,” Tommy shuddered.

“And why’s that?” the man scoffed, “You’re the one intruding. The least you can do is let me know who I’m talking to.”

“You’re a fae,” Tommy said slowly, “I can’t.”

A small smile graced the man’s lips as he kneeled down to be face to face with Tommy. At the new level tommy could see the amber of his eyes filled with amusement.

“Smart one,” he smiled, “Here take a flower, it’s what you came here for right?”

Tommy flinched as one of the flowers miraculously popped into his hands without the fae even moving an inch. He had half the mind to run, if what his dad had said about the fae was true he was in danger just by being close to the creature. However, the only rules he could remember were to not step into his circle and to not give his name… and neither would be that hard to follow. As terrified as he was Tommy’s curiosity won out. Even though he was eerie, the fae didn’t seem outwardly vicious- Tommy supposed he could stay a bit longer. Slowly, he breathed in and let his thoughts calm down before meeting the fae’s eyes.

“I wanted to see them,” Tommy nodded, “Thank you.”

“Hmm,” the fae tilted his head like he was studying him, “You’re braver than the last one. He bolted before he could even getone.”

‘Tubbo,’ his mind supplied with a shudder.

“Not his fault you’re creepy as fuck,” Tommy scoffed before he could stop himself. As soon as the words left his mouth he froze. He was with a creature that could definitely kill him, so his normal humor wouldn’t suffice.

“Shit I’m sorry I didn’t-” Tommy frantically tried to apologize.

“No it’s fine,” the fae laughed, “It’s refreshing. Here I can tone it down if you want.”

Quickly Tommy waved his hands to tell him it was okay, but the fae’s body was already twisting and morphing. The sound of his bones scraping against eachother made Tommy’s skin crawl and his eyes squeeze shut, but thankfully it only lasted a few seconds. When Tommy finally looked up again he was met by the same fae but only a few inches tall, hovering in front of him with dark blue wings buzzing like a hummingbird.

“I find this form is usually more appealing to humans,” the fae said, and even though he was much smaller his voice sounded exactly the same in Tommy’s ears.

“Uh yeah,” Tommy nodded, “Much better.”

“Good,” the fae smiled, “I expect to see you again soon. You can have another flower if you want.”

Tommy’s eyes widened as his mouth moved far faster than his brain, “Wait no- I didn’t- I wasn’t going to-”

The fae stopped him with a raised hand, and although he didn’t touch him Tommy swore he fet something tug down on his lips.

“I’ll be waiting,” the fae smiled kindly, “Don’t be a stranger.”

Before Tommy could argue the creature vanished into a poof of tiny blue petals. The only evidence that the encounter had happened was the flower clutched tightly in Tommy’s hands. He tried to get up, but it was like his body wasn’t connected to his mind. His breath came in shallow and shivering gasps as his brain tried to process the danger he’d put himself in. Now that the creature was gone his anxiety hit him full force.

“Fuck,” Tommy gasped as he squeezed the fragile flower, “fuck fuck fuck!”

One by one he tore off the petals leaving them crumpled in the grass below him. He’d have to come back, the last thing he wanted was to disobey someone (or something) so powerful. He just hoped that this mistake wouldn’t be his last.

#corywrites #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #t!wilbur #g!tommy #fae au #part 1

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letterstomichelangelo · 10 months

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is this another fic idea that i will never write? you bet!

context: post amsterdam, theyre 24-27, this could have 2 beginnings, either established relationship boreo, or friends with benefits boreo. because i wrote about fwb!boreo last time, ill choose married!boreo today, andys a hippie because i read one fic and i liked the idea

it had been a busy week at the shop and boris had just gotten back from god knows where in europe to "visit family" which theo hadnt called bullshit on because he saw how excited he was talking about the few details he did share. but theo needed a break, so on sunday night he asked boris if he'd like to go out, said there was going to be some live music played at a jazz bar hobie had shown him. boris agreed and so they go to this pretty new jazz bar across town. they walk in, go up to the bar, order and sit down on one of the puffy orange and magenta couches. the place vaguely reminds him of andy's house with fake vines lining the walls and LEDs under the tables yet still having warm lamps dotted around. they chatted for awhile about boris' trip, theo's week and the books eachother were reading but soon their gaze shifted to the band on the makeshift stage. the kick drum read "Vintage Trouble" and theo remembers reading about them in some magazine on the subway months ago. the night moved quickly, getting more hazy as they emptied their glasses one by one. at one point boris dragged a stumbling theo over to the makeshift stage and slowly started dancing. theo looked as if he had just been dunked in ice water without being wet, he had never danced in public. sure he and boris sometimes put on a record and danced in their home, arms wrapped around eachother, swaying gently but he had never been the dancing type. boris noticed him standing awkwardly in the crowd and pulled him close to his body, taking his hands in his own and leading him. by the time the band had left the stage, theo was kind of into it, liking the serotonin pumped into his brain by this simple action. there was also the bonus of seeing boris dancing, sheer shirt revealing his sweaty body, reflecting the LEDs, and his curls sticking to his forehead. knowing with one tug he could - (I AM NOT WRITING THAT! use ur imagination). as they made their way out of the bar, they clung to one another, no one in a better shape than the other, and stumbled down the street back to their apartment.

#totally not inspired by me going to a vintage trouble gig #also idrk if they are jazz #but theyre quite blues based #so im saying theyd play in a jazz bar #do jazz bars even exist? idk #might continue this #like what they do afterwards when they get back to their apartment #idk #the goldfinch #theo decker #boreo #boris pavlikovsky #boris x theo #donna tartt #tgf #theodore decker

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charcherry-weekly · 1 year

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Charcherry Weekly - Issue 128

Heya, Mage of Light Nick Card here, and very eepy. Let's just get through this.

Legend of Porybot

On saturday, my dear precious porygon went missing. I looked all over the house until I finally found it in Aeons's room upstairs. It managed to find their techno boots. Your dear newsletter writer attempted to remove the virtual pokemon manually, only to wind up activating the boots in the process. The boots transformed into a robot with a CRT monitor for a head. Porygon immediately took control, though it took a little while to gain balance. At one point we both fell over and bonked into eachother on the way down. As a result, Pory now knows headbutt. When Prince of Time Aeons Edgeworth returned home that night, they just sorta shrugged and let porybot keep the robot to roam around with. I can only assume they had no idea what to do with the boots in the first place In related news, Pelreol the dragonboot is still at our house and is still as sassy as ever.

Therapy update

On monday, Your dear newsletter writer finally went to therapy. I feel like I didn't get very far, but at least I still got some insight. Like, maybe I was treading too much already thought out ground or something? Then again it was only the first session. The conclusion at the end was that I need to spend more time with my friends and (surprise surprise!) I probably have abandonment issues from my experience of living on a meteor in the furthest ring for a couple years. Immediately after that, Dr. Winters went on vacation. She will return on the 22nd. I can only hope that Dr. Winters and her girlfriend return fully rested.

Gym action!

A couple nights ago, Unity Gym leader Jovin Castle issued an open invitation for pretty much anyone to challenge his gym for the first time. Witch of Time Katyleen Kitten answered the call and accepted the challenge. There were three battles in total. A key detail is that each battle required the trainers to temporarily use one of the other's pokemon against them. The first battle was against an average human trainer called John, with a number of common pokemon in uncommon colors. His base team was Raticate, Gumshoos, and Furret. Katie's base team was Sorenson the galarian slowpoke, Clayton the Golett, and Sharpedo. Katie picked Gumshoos and John picked Sorenson. Katie managed to defeat John in a rather close match. The second battle was against Kid the elf and their unevolved team. Their base team was a Pikachu, a Scyther, and a Chansey. Katie chose Kid's scyther and Kid chose Clayton. Somehow, scyther managed to hold on for quite a while, which proved to be good for Katie's chances of winning. The third and final match was against Jovin and his team. His base group was Breloom, Kubfu, Hercules the Machop, and Mr. Fish the Gyrados. Katie managed to convince him to take her "secret weapon" for the battle, which turned out to be a level 1 mime jr. Katie managed to get an upper hand from that gambit, as Mime jr fell almost immediately. Breloom managed to stick around for quite a bit, but was no match for Mr. Fish's hurricane.

With the challenge completed, Katie was given a macho brace and a back belt held item, as well as two parts of the multi-part badge. It's exciting to see the gym up and running. Just taking porybot to watch and record the matches was enough to get them to level up to level five. I will need to do some actual training with them though, especially if I ever want to be able to take on any of the gym challenges being offered at Unity Gym!

Trapped in the Closet

Last week, Rogue of Heart Charles reported that one of the many aspected wonders of the world was located in his bedroom closet. It happened to be in the heart aspect location, but reportedly had more of a mind aspect inversion angle to its manifestations. The date to set out to explore the place beyond the closet was set for the 12th. The day before this, four of their pokemon wound up wandering into the closetspace, which made the mission even more important. Accompanying Charles on this mission was the Emit Twins Rise and Brae, Warlock of Time Coleman, and Witch of Time Katie Kitten. On the way down, Rise and Brae reportedly sensed someone trying to Connect to them, which was left pending until the requesting party was able to be identified. In the meantime, the party leaped into a dark realm of oddly familiar impressions of themselves. They had met The Professor, Saint Nick, The Rook, The President, Shorts Trainer, The Monster, and The Ultimate Trainer. The mystery pending network member turned out to be Echo, an imprint of Charles that had gone missing for some time. They turned out to be important to reversing the effects of The Well, a point from which all that appeared down there had come from apparently. But before they could do that, The Ultimate trainer sought a pokemon battle. Being the only one who showed up with a highly leveled team, Brae challenged the trainer to a pokemon battle. While she and her pokemon gave it their all, they were still no match the for ultimate trainer and their overpowered team. Fortunately, despite this, Brae was able to stall the trainer long enough for Echo to activate the machine so they could send the visitors back out of the closet. And in addition to that, "the monster", a lime green eyed figure from the woods, appeared to challenge the ultimate trainer. With all four missing pokemon accounted for, charles and the others successfully escaped that mysterious dark world, reportedly devastated by what they had witnessed and experienced. I can only assume that Dr. Winters is going to be Very Busy when she gets back from her vacation...

I was initially wondering if I should have went with, but perhaps it was for the best that I stayed home.

This week’s known market stands in Desertia Town:

Caligraphy brush + supply stand (this week)

Agate bracelet stand (this week)

Katie’s potion stand (*CaFAI filling in for Katie when unavailable)

Brae’s canned goods stand (currently closed for the time being)

shinyjiggly pokesnacks stand (ran by Rufus)

That should do it for this week. Samm has returned to Kanto (with long distance contact!) and has made it to Pewter city. I haven't heard much from you, Hyacinth. How are things going over there? Are you doing okay? Please answer soon, thank you. https://letssosl.boards.net/thread/356/charcherry-weekly-issue-128

#charcherry weekly #sbarg2.5dungeoncrashers #sbargv2 #pokemon #aspected wonders of the world

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osmpalliumduo · 3 years

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Dream smp actor au my beloved

First season

Dream is a very famous actor, his movies got recognition very quickly regardless of being a pretty new actor, the most popular out of all of his movies being “Manhunt” an action movie that has a lot of improv and fighting scenes

After his second movie of Manhunt he decided that along side with some of his close friends and co-workers to start a tv-show called the Dream smp

It took a really long while to get all the actors for the first season, a lot of planning and getting people to work on sets and props

Some of the actors Dream got to participate were his close friends Sapnap and George who were in the cast of his last movies “Manhunt”

Tommyinnit was a kid Dream found in a small community of actors called “Hypixel: Sky Block series” he went ahead and literally snatched him from that serie and added him as one of the main leads of the storyline of his serie

Tubbo was kind of a addition out of the blue, Tommy after joining the cast decided to take Tubbo with him, a fellow friend and co-worker in the Hypixel series. Dream didn’t had a problem with it after realizing that both kids were insanely talented

Wilbur was, in Dream’s words, the best addition to the cast he could had ever imagined, Wilbur had been in the past in several other popular shows like “SMP Live” and “SMP Earth”

Wilbur not only did an excellent work as an actor but also added so much into the story, helping Dream several times with the storyline and script, eventually becoming a co-writer of the script over all season one

Making the serie itself was hard, but getting everything together and editing was a whole lot of work

But the most difficult thing was actually acting, the thing was that the whole cast of the serie got along so well, that when it was the time to actually act, getting in character was kinda impossible

Even for Dream was difficult to get in character

The whole war declaration took at least five shots because Dream kept breaking character or Sapnap kept wheezing

Eret’s betrayal was one of the last scenes to be recorded because it was just really really hard for the cast to actually act hurt or not joke between lines

The Tommy vs Dream duel was so funny to the cast, even more when Tommy was done with makeup and he literally had an arrow inserted in his stomach

So many memes, so many

The L’manberg era was one of the most difficult to act and write, the cast being new and not used to the whole atmosphere

But when the election and pogtopia era hit in, it was much more easy for the actors to take everything much more serious

Jschlatt and Technoblade were added to the cast and it was insane for everyone, both actors being really close friends of Wilbur because of their old projects together (SMP Live, SMP Earth, etc)

The election arc was, described by the whole cast, as one of the best parts of the whole season

Quackity would pull this insane improvs moments between shots and everyone would just have to run with it, getting a lot of extra but very cool scenes

Tommy and Tubbo would just pull the strangest faces in shots whenever they knew that the camara focus wasn’t in them just to try to make each other laugh

Niki and Awesamdude would sneak food into the set all the time, bags of chips, coffee, chocolate, sometimes even cake

Wilbur, Schlatt and Quackity had this whole competition between them where they would literally live inside the set and whoever stayed the longest would win 100 dlls

The pogtopia era was more easy to record, but much harder to act

Wilbur had lots of trouble being actually mean to Tommy and overall acting as an antagonist

When recording sometimes he would just stop and ask Tommy if he was okay and make sure to let all of the cast know he didn’t meant what he was saying

Tubbo Schlatt and Quackity had overall a very good time recording, most of the time laughing after hard scenes and joking around

Not Schlatt and Techno collectively suffering cus they got at least three hours of makeup prep because of tusks and horns 😭✋

The pogtopia set was one of the hardest to archive, this one having legit stares and buttons on the walls

Tubbo and Wilbur fell down those stares at least five times, Techno almost convinced Dream to use a harness on set

Technoblade revealing the vault full of weapons and stuff for the revolution was such a difficult scene to make because everyone kept messing around with the cool props

Schlatts death was easy to act, as soon as he died he made a peace sign and screamed “I’m outta here!” And proceed to walk out of the set😐

Moving on, Philza’s addition to the last episode of the season was something most of the cast wasn’t aware of, most of the reactions (besides Philza and Wilbur) being completely genuine

Philza is known for his famous serie called Hardcore and a couple of appearances on others people’s series

The end of the season was something hard to do, people had to use harnesses and when explosions occurred they had to be literally thrown into the air getting a lot of genuine screams

Tommy was supposed to be the president of L’manberg but he decided to pass the power to Tubbo in a moment of improv, Dream and Wilbur liked that scene a whole lots

The cast made Wilbur a funeral party after the last shot, lot of people got drunk while Phil just took care of the minors and made sure they didn’t get in trouble <3

Second season

The second season was something that all the fandom awaited eagerly, wanting to see what had happened with L’manberg and the beloved characters, so Dream and Wilbur made sure to make everything perfect, everything connecting points on the story

Ranboo was one of the new additions, a new actor that worked on his own going from place to place, the well known place like Hypixel, Bedwars (Invited by Purpled) and in his own side of TikTok

Dream found out about him and decided to add him just on a go, he of course wasn’t ready for the big impact the boy would have in the story at all

Now, Ranboo is one in the suffering gang, every morning having to spend hours in makeup along side with Tubbo (horns) Wilbur (ghost) and Tommy (exile appearance)

By the way, Ranboo’s storyline was supposed to be separated from the whole L’manberg and Exile story, but Tommy and Tubbo liked him a lot so decided to add him on their storylines

Tommy was supposed to burn down George’s house alone, but the same day they were recording he asked Dream to add Ranboo. And Tubbo decided to make Ranboo his minutes man out of the blue with simple improv and Ranboo went along with it

Oh, talking about Exile

If the cast thought Pogtopia had been hard to act??? Wait for the Exile arc

Literal pain, for literally everyone involved

Tommy is a lil shit but it was legitimately difficult for Dream to be actually that villain and manipulate and ahg, pain

Tubbo and Tommy had so much trouble recording the whole fight scene at the wall, it took at least three days to get the shot right because Tommy and Tubbo couldn’t stop breaking character or laughing

Oh yeah, it was difficult to this kids to stay away from each other, they were so used to working together that it was legitimately difficult to not be together

Which caused for Tommy and Tubbo to sneak into eachother sets and try to chat and just vibe together which would end up with Ranboo dragging Tommy away from Tubbos set and Quackity doing as well with Tubbo

New L’manberg was nice to record, Tubbo tells when he is asked about it, it was a really nice change for the dynamics, including Ranboo and Fundy more, tho he missed Tommy dearly during the recordings

At the very end of exile, one of the last shots, most exactly when Dream has to blow up Tommys stuff, he accidentally tripped with one of the props and ended up breaking a leg

The recording went straight to Twitter where people lost their shit over the scene, mostly because Dream tried to continue the scene with improv but Tommy lost his shit and they had to take the whole shot again after Dream got checked up

Technos execution was planned to happen really early in the season but Techno kept forgetting that he had to get on set so they had to move it slightly at the end, the end of exile and the execution hitting at the same time

The butcher army cast had the idea of the bloody aprons, Dream had this whole thing were they would have this really cool uniforms but they just went “nah, bloody aprons”

Ranboo was supposed to have one as well but he tried to use his character’s morals to get out of it, he succeeded, no bloody apron for Ranboo :)

The whole execution scene at Technos house was so funny to record, things without effects are extremely hilarious

Quackity kept messing up his lines, Tubbo kept falling and tripping when he had to run, Ranboo just didn’t knew what to do, Fundy kept blocking “hits” that he was supposed to take

Techno just wanted to be finished already, he was so tired 🥲

Moving on, the whole death scene where Techno uses the totem of undying was mostly made with editing, the anvil was a green square made out of foam, and the totem was just a green stick

Really funny without effects, really badass after editing

Moving on! Tommy living in a hole was literally not planned, Tommy was supposed to try and hide inside Technos room but he said fuck that and made the team make another entire set for something that would last tops a week 😐

Techno and Tommy had a blast doing the whole “Welcome Home Theseus”. The scene was taken perfectly the first shot because the both of them were so excited for that scene

Finally Tommy can leave the suffering makeup gang cuz his character is healthier now 😌✌️Techno is now taking his place suffering in makeup prep because of his scars and tusks

The day of the Festival was so important to the storyline so everyone was extremely nervous before recording, but it was okay, the whole episode came out really well

Tommy and Techno had to use green capes between the invisible shots and it was just hilarious for everyone on set

Tubbo accidentally forgot his speech and had to improvise in front of all the crew

Dream fell at least twice when he was “building” the walls around L’manberg again

Tubbo and Tommy kept laughing or apologizing to eachother while in the fighting scene

Tubbo accidentally slipped and the disc Mellohi accidentally broke when he was about to give it to Dream 😬

The whole Doomsday deal was something really really hard

A lot of what happened was made with editing so most of what happened on set was just green screens and sounds out of computers to let the actors know what was happening

Technos dogs were actually from a fan! This fan had this whole adoption establishment and decided to let the cast use em for the recording! They even got a tour :)

Technos and Tommy’s whole exchange during doomsday is supposed to be heartbreaking and sad to watch, but Techno and Tommy have such a good relationship that they just, kept laughing, Tommy kept making faces and Techno’s voice wasn’t genuine while saying his lines

Ghostbur’s exchange with Phil almost didnt happened because Wilbur kept refusing to spend five hours in makeup prep lmfao

The whole cast did sang the L’manberg anthem after it was blown up, even Dream and Techno. The clip of the cast just singing will forever stay in Twitter

The aftermath of doomsday was a good change of things, much more calm recording sessions for at least a few weeks

Snowchester was something that Tubbo came up with as pure improv, he liked the idea of some kind of retirement place so he decided to add it after doomsday

Ranboo moving in with Phil and Techno was complete improv as well from Phil’s and Techno’s part, Ranboo literally had no idea what was happening when Phil invited him to live with em

Ranboo literally got snatched lmao

Endgame or the final disk war was surely something

The prop team had to make bout four new sets in the matter of a week, the most hard one to make being the mountain one

Tommy and Tubbo knew that the whole episode would be hard to record but they were still extremely hyped just because they got to record together again as besties

Makeup time at the end was about eight hours, Tommy suffered a lot while Tubbo was just used to it at this point

THE WHOLE PRISON SCENE WHERE ALL THE SERVER GOES THROUGH THE PORTAL??? PAIN.

Everyone is lost, no one knows when to cross, people are missing armor, no one knows where the fuck George is, Punz keeps breaking his sword accidentally, everything is falling apart

Quackity wanted to play a prank on the cast by appearing shirtless in the super intense scene but everyone was so tired of recording that Quackity was actually shirtless in the final shot

Dream stayed in his obsidian box at least half an hour because Tommy kept messing up his lines

At the end of the season, where Dream is finally taken to prison Wilbur makes his appearance to Tubbos and Tommys surprise

Their reactions were genuine because only Dream and Wilbur knew that part of the script

Overall, the end of the season was amazing and the fandom went insane with it

Extra stuff <3

Nobody knows if Skeppy and Bad are actually dating or not, it is a mystery for everyone

Most of the pets used in set were borrowed from fans :)

The Drista saga are used as comedic relief or filler episodes, Drista being actually Dream’s lil sister who insisted in wanting to appear in the show as a god

Michael is actually Technos little brother who went to the set a couple of times cus Techno was babysitting him. He made his way into some of Ranboos and Tubbos shots, after that they decided to adopt him and make Michael canon just cus they liked the kid a lot

Dream decided to give Karl the chance to have a spin off of the show called Tales of the smp after realizing his talent at storytelling. Karl had the possibility to get new actors for the serie but he decided to use the same cast and just make them act differently, the fandom loved it

Wilbur and Tommy had this cool idea between them and after a while of writing and planning they decided to start their own show called the “Origins SMP” featuring some of their friends from other shows, not only the Dream smp

[thanks for reading lol, I think I got slightly carried away]

#dream smp actors au #dream smp au #mcytbr #mcyt #tubbo #tommyinnit #dreamsmp #ranboo #dream #technoblade #wilbur soot #ghost writes #clingy duo #allium duo #tales from the smp

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vvitchering · 3 years

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I saw ur call for gereskel on Twitter. Ever given a thought as to what it would be like for Geralt to prep and prime corvo bianco to the point were he's finally comfortable enough to invite Eskel to spend the winters with him there. Like all the staff are whispering amongst eachother about who the lady of the house is gonna look like. Geralt getting a double wide bed, and planting herbs for "someone else". And how the staff just stares in awe when there Witcher just sinks into the arms of Eskel when he finally arrives?

Those on staff at Corvo Bianco had learned many things from their previous employer. Their opinions meant nothing, their work was hardly ever good enough, and gossip was an offense grievous enough to warrant immediate termination. When the witcher took over the estate, they had feared the worst. He certainly looked the part of the fearsome warrior with his scars and swords and suspiciously stained armor. But despite the eerie eyes and prematurely white hair, Geralt of Rivia had quickly proven himself to be a surprisingly mellow and even tempered employer.

He gave the impression of a man severely out of his depth when it came to matters of the homestead; glad to pour his considerable wealth into restoration and upkeep, but hesitant to make any actual decisions or changes on his own. Barnabas-Basil was all too happy to assist, thrilled at the chance to finally restore the vineyard to its former glory.

The witcher seemed pleased by the efforts.

Gradually, he filled the main house with his own personal touches. Sets of armor and weapons, paintings (some of...questionable taste), maps of the Continent, and a surprisingly sizable library made the house feel lived in. The vines were planted, gardens tended, and their wine production began anew. The witcher began to spend more time on the property. He devoted himself to learning the trade, surprising himself and the Majordomo with his ability to detect even the most minute flaws in their product with his enhanced senses. With his suggestions, their wine became well known and sought after. Soon, the witcher barely needed to take contracts to keep coin flowing.

And so, he began to live on the property full time, only accepting the most dire of monster hunting contracts and even then only locally. He preferred not to leave Toussaint, if he could help it. There was nothing left for him in the north, he’d say, just ghosts. He was happy to do odd jobs and exterminate the occasional pest for his neighbors, who grew fond of the witcher himself as well as his wine.

His staff grew to like their new employer as well. He was attentive, curious, and never hesitant to get his own hands dirty. It wasn’t an unusual sight to see him up at dawn and learning to tend the vines with the field workers or spending time in the stables attending to his beloved mare. While he wasn’t overly chatty, he was pleasant and friendly with the staff and never mocked or belittled their efforts. With a witcher on the grounds, they no longer feared the creatures that lurked on the outskirts of the vineyard. They were well protected from all manner of beasts, monsters and thieves. The staff of Corvo Bianco grew to adore Geralt of Rivia and with that adoration came a new breed of newly allowed gossip.

They worried for their employer’s heart. Never once did they see the man pursue romance, though many eligible locals had offered themselves as options. It made little sense. Geralt was successful, handsome, and in the prime of his youth (presumably. The staff really had no idea how old the man was, what with his witchering, but he certainly did not appear to be nearing old age any time soon) And yet, he was plainly lonely, often seen staring off into the distance, wistful and wanting. (Again, presumably)

When the first letter arrived, no one batted an eye. The witcher kept correspondence with lots of people, business partners and old friends alike. It was when the letters kept arriving, and Geralt had taken to pacing the courtyard waiting for the courier to arrive, that rumors began to spread. This was clearly more than a business transaction! More than a friendly word or two between long distance friends. They were love letters, surely! Master Geralt had a lover somewhere!

Barnabas-Basil attempted to squash the rumors, chastising the staff for sticking their noses where they didn’t belong. Master Geralt was good to them, kind and generous, and did not deserve to have his private affairs become entertainment. Suitably shamed, the rumors died down to almost nothing, until one final letter arrived and a change came over the witcher than even the Majordomo couldn’t deny.

The morning following the arrival of the letter, Geralt had made a list of improvements and additions for the main house as well as the grounds. Of his own volition. Without any prompting at all. Quite suspicious.

Among the projects on the list, there was a request for a larger garden. More exotic flowers and shrubs, a few new fruit trees for the orchard, and dozens more varieties of herbs. The new garden would be enormous and beautiful and certainly impressive to anyone.

Next were the requests for ingredients and spices to stock the kitchens. Marlene, who cooked all of the witcher’s meals, puzzled over the list and wondered why in the world Geralt had ordered in such large amounts. He certainly did eat a lot, with his witcher’s metabolism and active lifestyle, but some of the items she knew for a fact were not to Geralt’s personal taste and yet he had still ordered a witcher’s worth of them.

When news that Geralt had ordered a much larger bed reached the staff’s ears, even the strictest dressing down from Barnabas-Basil could not stop the excited whispers. Flowers, food, a bed for two...So Master Geralt did have a lover! And from the looks of the changes around the vineyard, that lover was paying them a visit. A possibly permanent visit! And soon, if the witcher’s increasingly nervous checking of all his orders was any indication.

The staff let their imaginations run wild in the meantime. What sort of someone did a witcher take for a lover? A royal he once saved from certain death in a faraway land? A simple merchant who was kind to him when he passed through? A powerful mage who was a legend in their own right?

When the sound of galloping hooves announced the arrival of a guest a week later, many of the staff tripped over themselves in an attempt to get the first glimpse of Master Geralt’s mysterious love. The figure arrived alone, no procession or guards (there went the foreign royalty theory) and riding a huge dark stallion. A long black hooded cloak obscured their face. Despite the concealment, they struck quite the intimidating silhouette: tall, broad shoulders, with the muffled but unmistakable sound of clamoring of armor and weapons following in their wake (not a simple merchant or mage then, either).

As the visitor dismounted, the door of the main house flew open, revealing the witcher himself. His eyes focused immediately on the visitor and he nearly vaulted the stairs in his haste to meet them.

“Was the hood really necessary?” Geralt said, a smile splitting his face, as he grabbed the cloaked figure and hugged them tightly.

“Can’t be too careful these days. Especially with a face like mine.” came the deep but warm response as the visitor stepped back from Geralt and pushed the hood off.

It was only their years of experience and deep respect for their employer that stopped a few of the watching staff from gasping audibly. Their visitor was another witcher, horribly scarred as if he had been attacked by a wild beast. Though his lips were disfigured, they nonetheless managed to produce a smile to match Geralt’s as the two embraced again.

“It’s good to have you home at last, Eskel.”

“It’s good to finally be home, Wolf.”

(“Of course a witcher would fall in love with another witcher,” Barnabas-Basil said later, counting his sizable betting wins as the news spread through the estate.

“It’s only logical.”)

#the witcher #geskel #eskel/geralt #gereskel #hi wow this is Super late #this has been sitting in my inbox for literal months #I knew pretty much what I wanted to do here but I just have not had the drive to write #I still don't but I felt like I wanted to at least try today #so here's this #I hope it doesn't disappoint too badly :')#mine

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minor-solemnity · 3 years

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Hi, you’re writing is so beautiful, thank you for sharing it :)

Can I request a Tom x Reader where they take a mini vacation somewhere really secluded and they’re so happy to be finally spending time with eachother and they’re both just being super domestic and sweet.

Thank you! 🤍

Thank you my love! This prompt is giving me life istg, sweet and domestic Tom is my jam <3 I hope you like it (also am I basically writing what my dream holiday is? it's definitely possible)

Tag List : @mainlynonsense @cakesarecute @jinxqsu @naps-and-lemons @riddles-wifey (send me a message if you'd want to be added to the tag list!)

We are Mosaics

Tom turns to look at you and you recognise the determined glint in his eye and the set line of his lips which lets you know that a plan is forming and he won’t be dissuaded easily. “The Malfoy’s have a cottage in the Dolomites. I’ll talk to Abraxas.” He says it with such finality that you’re almost surprised before you remember that this is Tom. Tom who’s had his Slytherin cohort eating out of the palm of his hand for years, Tom who had marriage offers from a few of the lesser-known pureblood families, Tom who puts the fear of God into the hearts of most men. Of course, Abraxas would give him his family cottage.

You’re sitting on your sofa in the small flat you’ve rented above Flourish and Blotts glaring at the letter that sits innocently on the coffee table in front of you when Tom apparates through your wards. Your mood, which has been growing increasingly dark with the setting sun lifts somewhat when you see him. His jacket folded neatly over his arm and his white shirt slightly rumpled from the day, his hair, which he styles with care every morning is falling in soft waves across his forehead. In short, he looks like every one of your daydreams and you’re filled with a contented sort of triumph that it’s you who he comes home to most evenings. Your flat is small and certainly not big enough for you both to live comfortably, but he spends more time here than he does at his own, equally poky, abode.

His gaze flickers over the letter on the coffee table and you can see him putting the pieces together. “Bad news, I take it?” He asks in a slightly cautious tone that tells you he’s waiting for your imminent breakdown. You nod and sigh as you push yourself up from where you’ve been sulking for most of the afternoon. You gravitate towards him like a moth to a flame, the same way you always do, the same way you always have, and nestle yourself against him, allowing yourself to feel comforted and protected by the feeling of his arms around you.

“I just don’t understand why no one will give me a chance. I had the best marks in Arithmancy in the year,” You grumble into his chest. “Did you hear that Pearson got that Potions Mastery? He got an A in his NEWTS, Tom. Why does he get to do a Mastery and all I get is rejection letters?” You sigh because you know the answer. It’s the same reason that Tom wasn’t offered any of the prodigious jobs at the Ministry despite being the most talented wizard you’ve ever met with a resume that proves it. Wizarding society might be more progressive than the muggle world in some ways, but in the ways that matter to you and Tom, it was still stuck in the Middle Ages.

Eventually, you disentangle yourself from him and you spend the rest of the evening curled up on the sofa with him, reading and chatting idly about the stranger aspects of your respective magical theory texts. “Did you know about the coven in the Dolomites from the 1450s?” He asks, eyes trained on the page in front of him.

“Mmm, they’re the first known herders of thestrals, weren’t they?” He nods and you smile softly, “I’ve always wanted to visit there, you know? Ever since we learnt about thestrals in fourth year.”

You don’t think anything of it but Tom turns to look at you and you recognise the determined glint in his eye and the set line of his lips which lets you know that a plan is forming and he won’t be dissuaded easily. “The Malfoy’s have a cottage in the Dolomites. I’ll talk to Abraxas.” He says it with such finality that you’re almost surprised before you remember that this is Tom. Tom who’s had his Slytherin cohort eating out of the palm of his hand for years, Tom who had marriage offers from a few of the lesser-known pureblood families, Tom who puts the fear of God into the hearts of most men. Of course, Abraxas would give him his family cottage.

“The perks of having rich friends, I suppose,” You say with a small laugh and the smile he gives you in return is indulgent.

***

When Tom had first told you about Abraxas’ family cottage, you had imagined that your definition of a cottage and the Malfoy’s would be vastly different. You’d gone with Tom to one of the Malfoy Christmas parties once and had almost cried at the luxury and decadence. You’re pleasantly surprised though to find that the cottage is exactly as you’d hoped it would be: sturdy white stone, lattice windows, and a multitude of wild mountain flowers that make the place look like a fae dwelling. “This is gorgeous,” You murmur as you wander through the garden, letting the warm summer mountain air fill your lungs. “I never would have thought that the Malfoy’s would own somewhere quite so homely.” Behind you, Tom laughs softly.

“I think there’s a distant cousin who fancied herself a Marie Antoinette figure,” He says, stepping closer to you and resting his chin on the top of your head. “Are you happy?” He asks and you hum in response, bringing your arms up behind you to card through his hair. You twist around pull him closer and his hands drop to your waist as he kisses you.

You spend most of the rest of the day exploring the paths and trails close to the cottage whilst Tom sets up the wards. The worries and stresses of London seem so far away and you relish in the slight breeze against your bare arms and the feeling of long grass and wildflowers against your legs.

You think back to your childhood, to the holidays spent in English seaside resorts with your parents; when the war broke out, the holidays stopped. Your father disappeared into a trench somewhere and your mother had taken you back to her parents home and left the muggle world for good but she was never quite the same after. Hogwarts and the wizarding world, in general, offered you an escape. A home away from the sorrow of watching your family drift and sink into unspoken grief and sadness. You’d found Tom somewhere along the way, both of you finding some kind of solace and familiarity in each other. A tentative friendship had formed that had turned to a tentative romance.

You wonder sometimes, why he sticks around. Unlike the boys he surrounded himself at school with, you can’t offer him money or power or glory. You’ve had to fight for every opportunity given to you, just the same as him, and it’s still not enough. In your more anxious moments, you think about his future and your uncertainty over where you fit into it. Now, under the clear Italian skies, you think that maybe the answer is obvious: you fit together like pieces of a mosaic. Each of your broken and jagged edges finding a home next to his.

***

“You’re aware that you’re a witch, aren’t you?” Tom’s voice floats through the open doorway and you chuckle from where you’re standing on one of the kitchen workbenches. You glance over your shoulder and find him watching you with a mix of exasperation, confusion, and mild amusement. He walks over to you and stares at the pile of dough you’re kneading, his eyebrows knitting together. “I’ll get Abraxas to send one of his house-elves.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head fondly. Tom’s disdain for all things muggle has diminished since you’ve known him, or at least, he’s less likely to voice his opinions to you. “That’s not the point, making bread is meditative. Come on, here,” You gesture for him to take over and watch with poorly hidden amusement as he frowns and takes a step back. “You once made Peeves cry out of fear, Tom, you can’t honestly be intimidated by some flour and water.” You raise an eyebrow and try to smother your grin with an unimpressed expression. You’ve found that the easiest way of getting Tom to do anything is to suggest that he can’t.

As expected, he glowers and rolls his sleeves up. “I’m not intimidated, darling, I just don’t see the point in slaving away over something that could easily be accomplished with magic,” He says smoothly even as he approaches the dough and gingerly pokes it. This time, you don’t manage to hide your laughter and you cover his hands with yours and begin to guide him through the motions. A companionable silence falls upon the two of you and you relish the feeling of his chest against your back, his soft breathing in your ear, his hands moving under yours. Sunshine filters through the open window and you listen to the distant birdsong in quiet contentment.

Once the bread has baked, the two of you wander along the mountain trail that leads to a secluded lake. The water is crystal clear and the kind of icy blue that you’ve only seen in paintings. Tom leads you to a small jetty and conjures a pile of blankets and pillows that you quickly set about making a nest out of. You sit cross-legged, Tom’s head resting in your lap as he reads passages from the book he’s brought with him out loud to you. “According to legend, the Monti Pallidi used to be formed of dark looming rock face and the lakes were murky and black, but there was a princess from the moon who took refuge in the Dolomites and to ease her homesickness, the mountains remade themselves with pale stone and clear waters.”

“She must have been lonely, being so far away from home,” You murmur, carding a hand through his hair as you tilt your head to stare at the pale mountains that surround you. “You know, I sometimes think of you a bit like that, like you’re a moon and I’m a satellite in your orbit.” He hums softly, and you’re not sure if it's in agreement or contemplation. You shift slightly and reach for the food that you’ve packed: fresh fruit, cured meats, hard Italian cheese, a bottle of wine that you’d found in the cellars (no doubt worth more than Tom makes in a year), and of course, the bread you’d made earlier.

You tear off a couple of chunks of bread and pass one to Tom, who takes it and sniffs it delicately before he takes a small bit. You breathe a huff of laughter at his behaviour and he lazily reaches up to cuff the side of your head. “See, it’s good, isn’t it? This kind of thing is always better when you make it yourself,” He rolls his eyes but tears off another chunk, which you take to mean he is, in fact, enjoying it.

The afternoon fades into evening, and twilight descends upon the mountains. You rearrange yourselves so that your sat side by side, gazing up at the moon that is just becoming visible. “You know, I would do more than remake a mountain range if you asked.” Warmth settles deep in your bones despite the chill in the night air. Tom turns to watch you and you don’t bother hiding your smile. “I would remake the entire world for you.” You don’t doubt him either, Tom is a force of nature, always has been. He’s a visionary and you’re not always sure if that’s a good thing, but, years ago, he saw something in you and now he looks at you as though you are everything that he wants in the world.

You reach over and hold his hand, letting his touch ground you, “For now, this is enough.” You mean this moment, sitting here with him. You also mean the life you are slowly patching together, one mosaic tile at a time.

#tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle x you #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x oc #tom riddle x reader #minific #tom riddle imagines #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle fanfic #tom riddle fic #harry potter fanfiction #tom riddle fanfiction #prompt fill #prompt #asks #requests #request

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spicyizuku · 3 years

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mha boys & cooking headcanons

hi ❤️ heres my thoughts on the boys and if they'd cook for u!! enjoy -🌶

Includes: Todoroki Shoto, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, & Iida Tenya

warnings: mentions of food

genre: general, fluff, opinion piece

01.04.21

Todoroki Shoto

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

hmm he does sometimes!! he usually makes lunch for you when he has time off, but it's mostly stuff you can make without using an oven. he makes a GREAT sandwich

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

yes! and by yes i mean he watches as you cook. he'll probably prep the kitchen for you- he cleans up the kitchen and helps chop vegetables so you dont take extra prep time

𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤?

hmm i think he'd like baking more! he's not much of a sweet tooth but its easier to mess up when you cook rather than just sticking something in the oven and waiting for it to rise

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥?

he's decent!! he doesnt like handling hot liquids for reasons (except soba duh) but anything other than that hes fine! it might take two tries to get a recipe right. he doesnt really make anything fancy

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

absolutely!! he loves finally being able to sit down with you after a long day. the first words that come out of his mouth is usually "how was your day?" nd you two easily fall into a pattern. he almost NEVER misses dinner

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞?

you already know!! baby loves his cold soba!!

𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬?

if you had a claim on a room in his house it would be the kitchen. yea he lives there but thats YOUR kitchen.

Bakugou Katsuki

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

Everyday!! He strongly believes providing and cooking for you is one of the easiest ways to show you how much he loves you. his food speaks for him. He loves trying out new recipes for u!! nd theres no snark if you ever request something for dinner. When you two first got together he'd make breakfast and then say he "accidentally made too much" so you can have some. It gradually evolved to "What do you want to eat?"

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

rarely. he doesnt want u anywhere near the kitchen. On rare occasions when he's done cooking u make desert, but usually you bake in advance bc he doesn't want anything in his way when he's ready to make something

𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤?

hes the cook and ur the baker!! He doesnt see the joy in baking and thinks it's useless to him since he doesnt really enjoy sweets. that is- until you make KILLER Shu kurimu. he cant get enough of the cream puffs you make and does not know when to stop. u usually only make them once a month. he gets mad if you make them more bc he knows hes going to ignore his meal plan and inhale them lol

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥?

You already know Bakugou is Gordon Ramsey 2.0!! man can make anything. every time you see him head to the kitchen you get excited. you KNOW he's abt to go hard and make the best food you've probably ever tasted

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

hmm not much- You know bakugou is an overachieving perfectionist. He works and works and works until he drops. He doesn't have time to sit down and eat, he's always on patrol. That doesn't mean he leaves you with nothing to eat, though! He'll get up early to make you both bentos and makes sure to prep for dinner if he isnt cooking in advance. On off days (rare) he'll make you American styled breakfast in bed 🥰

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞?

Tantanmen! its the japanese take on Sichuan Dan Dan noodles. u know baby loves his spices

𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬?

HIS. dont even THINK about trying to get in that kitchen while he's cooking. he needs his space and cooking is his time to shine!! he'll get irritated if ur in the way. he likes when you sit at the bar top of his kitchen and talk to him while he cooks. even distracted he cooks perfectly. he doesnt add much to the conversation since he's still focused, but he loves hearing ur voice and knowing you enjoy being around him enough to just sit and watch

Midoriya Izuku

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

ummm- he tries?? He makes you two a lot of no-cook dinners since hes not good with cooking yet. But babyboy definitely tries!!

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

all the time!! izuku is usually watching you cook. whenever you're in the kitchen, hes there. He watches and takes notes so he can get better. He helps with all the non cooking parts- chops up everything and preheats the oven. He'll help clean up your mess as you go!!

𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤?

hmm both! he's a decent baker but he wants to learn more about both. baby never gives up on learning something new

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥?

hh at first? NO. You're surprised he's survived this long. You have no idea how he follows meal plans to stay in shape for hero work when the man barely knows how to boil water. He's admitted he used to go to Bakugous and annoy him until he was kicked out with a full stomach. but!! Once a week, you'll give him a lesson and watch over as he cooks, you know he'd rather die than give up trying to perfect something. He's a really fast learner and is actually starting to get good!! Next thing you know you'll be coming home from work and finding that dinner was already made- maybe a bit dry, okay. But its not that bad!!

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

He tries- he really really tries. He loves eating dinner with you, but being the #1 hero takes sacrifice and dinner with his loved ones is exactly that. He's too busy for his own good; completing patrols and missions, attending events, making appearances, writing reports??? Its all a LOT. He'll probably come home to eat dinner with you once (twice, if hes lucky) a month.

You know how hard it is on him. He would always sit down and eat dinner with his mom when he was younger and not being able to sit down and relax was stressful. One day you decided to surprise him! You two share your locations so you made dinner and went out to bring him food. You two ate on this agency's fire escape- He was so happy!! You remember that scene when spiderman ate a churro while sitting on the ledge of a building? thats yall. After that, he makes sure these midnight picnics are a daily thing- he wouldnt miss patrol dinners for the world

he always wraps an arm around you when you two eat during a patrol. He gets grumpy because you never bring a jacket and he doesn't have one on him to give you since hes in his hero suit ): you sit side by side, arms brushing against eachother as you two eat whatever you made

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞?

Tonkatsu!! its one of his favorite foods and it doesn't take that mich effort or time to make

𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬?

Yours!! you're usually in charge of food- he's too busy and if he rushes cooking the food will turn out inedible. He doesnt have time to clean up after you- so he hires someone to clean the kitchen daily. A hero's salary has its perks!

Tenya Iida

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

not usually- its not because he doesnt want to. It just doesn't cross his mind. Cooking for him is more of a chore- He'd rather take you out someplace nice

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

All the time!! You two work around the kitchen with eachother effortlessly- never getting in eachothers way. He'll stop to watch you work your magic sometimes. Cooking with you is such a mundane yet enjoyable experience

𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤?

baker!! he mostly makes rolls and baked goods that arent too sweet. I strongly believe Iida likes to bake bread

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥?

He's decent- he follows all recipes to a T so if its a bad recipe the food will turn out a little bland. u know when you see a recipe and it has little to no spices so you add some? Iida doesn't do that- a recipe is made to be followed

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?

Yes!! You two try to eat together at least three times a week. On fridays his brother comes over for dinner- its always a grand time! The dining room booms with laughter and chatter

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞?

beef stew!! thats one of the meals he makes thats really really good!

𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬?

shared! you both cook and bake equally and u never kick eachother out the kitchen. He loves being in the kitchen with you!! He'll press up against your back, resting his head on your shoulder and wrapping an arm around your waist as he watches you cook

he's tried being romantic and dance with you in the kitchen. poor baby just doesnt know how to dance. but humor him!! he loves dancing with you! Theres a speaker in the kitchen just for when you want to hold eachother in the kitchen and listen to music

Thanks for reading 🥺 If you wanna leave constructive criticism i'd really appreciate that ❤️ I take requests btw! lemme know if i should do a pt 2 w the other boys & shinsou! hope u enjoy ur day

- chili 🌶

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jay-zzz87 · 3 years

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Prompt: Luz comes back

I feel angsty today so have some hard written angst. I tried not to hold back so if you cry, whoops. Don't worry, there's other stuff at the end.

3 years

It's been 3 years since Luz left the demon realm, and now she's making her way back. Camila was stern on when Luz could return, but after some discussions, she allowed Luz to go back after she graduated. Luz was now 18 and ready to go back to the Boiling Isles. Luz couldn't believe it's been 3 years since she left. She grabbed the key from a drawer in her desk and pressed the eye. The portal unfolded and in she went. Luz felt tears in her eyes as she look to the side to find the owl house. She immediately ran to the front, only to be greeted by the infamous bird tube.

Hooty: LUZ

Luz: HOOTY

Hooty wrapped around Luz and squeezed her a bit too hard. He quickly released her and Luz caught her breath.

Hooty: IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU. WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU EVERYDAY. I CAN'T WAIT TO SHOW. THE COOL THINGS I'VE DONE.

Luz: I can't wait to here all about it but where's Eda and King?

Hooty: THEY'RE INSIDE

Luz swung oppen the door and took a peep inside. The place almost looked abandoned. She walk in and the lights suddenly came on.

Everyone: SURPRISE

Luz screamed. She didn't expect to see everyone in the house.

Luz: Hi everyone. You almost scared me to death.

Eda: Sorry kid, we just wanted to give you a warm welcome.

Luz rushed over to hug everyone. She noticed that all was here except for one person.

Luz: Hey guys, where's Amity.

Willow and Gus looked a each other nervously.

Willow: She's...uh...busy.

Luz: Of course she is. What's she up to?

Willow: She still does abomination magic

Willow looked over at Gus for help.

Gus: She's better at it

Luz could sense something was wrong, but didn't really question it.

Luz: Is there a chance that I could see her

Gus: NO

Luz stared at Gus who just realized he might've made the situation worse.

Willow: She's probably really busy and doesn't want anyone to bother her. You know how she can get.

Luz: I'm sure she wouldn't mind seeing me though?

Willow and Gus forgot how stubborn Luz can somtimes be. Willow gave in and sighed, hoping she wasn't gonna need to deliver the news.

Willow: Look Luz, I didn't wanna say anything because it's not my place but there is something you should know about Amity.

Luz got worried. Really worried. She started thinking of what horrible things could've happened while she was gone.

Luz: What happened to my Amity. DID SHE DIE?

Willow: NO. No. She didn't die. She's just... engaged.

Luz was stunned. Amity? Engaged? HOW? Luz remembered the promise they made before Luz left.

-Flashback-

Amity was sobbing loudly into Luz's chest. She didn't want to let Luz go. She was too scared too. Luz held onto Amity and tried to calm her down. This wasn't easy for any of them, but they knew this would happen eventually.

Luz: Just because I'm leaving doesn't mean this is goodbye forever. I will always be with you and I promise I'll come back.

Amity: But what if something happens. What if you lose feelings and fall for a human. Or what if you get hurt. I don't wanna lose you.

Luz: You won't lose me. I would never fall for someone in the human world. You will always be my cotton candy haired goddess.

Amity looked up to see Luz's golden eyes. Luz pulled Amity into a long passionate kiss. The two girls savored the kiss, for it felt like it would be their last.

Luz: I love you Amity Blight. Nothing will ever change that

Amity: I love you too, Luz Noceda.

Luz: I promise I'll come back

Amity: I promise I'll never love another.

-flash-forward-

Luz couldn't find the strength to move. She was distraught. Did Amity really move on? No. There has to be an explanation. Right? Luz couldn't feel the hot tears falling on the side of her face. Willow felt terrible. She should've never told Luz about Amity. But she was bound to find out eventually.

The welcoming party ended shortly after and everyone went home. Luz laid on the floor in her room. She didn't feel like eating or going outside for the rest of the day. She couldn't even sleep at night. She just stayed awake thinking about Amity. After some time, Luz decided to head into the woods to clear her mind.

Luz walked around the woods and observed the scenery. She picked up a stick and begin to play with. She remembered the time in the woods when she decided to stand in Amity's place as grom queen. Luz immediately dropped the stick like it was burning her hand. She kicked it out of the way and kept moving foward. Luz realized she had no way of getting back but kept walking. She stopped after she heard a twig snap nearby. She grabbed a glyph from her pocket and proceeded cautiously.

Luz: Ok Luz, it's probably nothing. You're ok.

Luz prepared herself. She let out a war cry and threw out a plant glyph. Vines shot out of the paper and captured a young witch by the leg. Luz lit the forest with a light glyph and guided the light towards the witch. Luz stumbled backwards after seeing who the witch was before her. Luz caught Amity Blight.

Amity struggled to get down. She drew a circle and cast fire magic to burn the vines that held her captive. Amity fell to the forest floor. Luz was hesitant in reaching her hand to help the witch. Luz lifted up the witch and they met eye to eye. Amity's eyes widened at the sight before her. Her eyes were filled with tears.

Amity: LUZ?

Luz couldn't do much. She wanted to run away but she knew she couldn't. Luz looked at Amity's finger and sure enough, there was a golden ring present. Before Luz could do or say anything, Amity wrapped her arms around Luz to hug her. Luz didn't know how to respond. There were many mixed signals her. Luz pushed off Amity which left Amity confused.

Luz: Why are you happy to see me?

Amity: What? Why wouldn't I be.

Luz: Because I know you don't love me anymore.

Amity: What? Of course I still love you

Luz: THEN HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THIS

Luz grabbed Amity's hand with the ring on it and held it up. Amity was shocked to see Luz noticed. But she couldn't hide it.

Amity: Luz, please let me explain.

Luz: EXPLAIN WHAT. You don't love me anymore. I thought you would've kept your promise, but I guess that was just wishful thinking. Either way, I should've known you would've found someone better than me.

Amity: Luz, you don't know the whole story. Just let me explain.

Luz didn't wanna hear it. For all she knew, the situation could've been worse. Luz tried walking away but Amity held onto her arm. Amity cried for Luz to stay.

Amity: Please Luz. Just hear me out.

Luz turned around and faced Amity.

Amity: Thank you. Luz I promise I still love you, but this marriage was not by choice. This was an arranged marriage set up by my parents.

Luz couldn't say anything. She felt bad for yelling at Amity. She let her emotions get the better of her. Luz looked at Amity. She reached out to caress Amity's cheek. Amity leaned against her touch and purred. Luz giggled at the sound the Blight made.

Luz: I missed your purrs.

Amity blushed.

Amity: I missed you.

Luz pulled Amity into a passionate kiss. Luz and Amity's tongues danced as they were hungry for eachother. As they pulled away, Luz whispered into Amity's ear.

Luz: So who were you supposed to marry?

Amity: Boscha.

Luz: WHAT

Amity: I know it's bad, but I'm trying to find a way to escape.

Luz thought for a moment. She knew the perfect way to get Amity out of this.

Luz: I could help you.

Amity: It's no use. My parents hardly let go out and they're always watching me.

Luz: How did you escape this time?

Amity: I had Em cover for me.

Luz: Then lets run. Right now.

Amity: I can't leave Em by herself.

Luz: Then we'll go back for her. Is she allowed to leave?

Amity: She doesn't live with us anymore. So maybe?

Luz: Then we can tell her to leave right?

Amity: I guess. But what if she gets in trouble and gets hurt or something because I'm not there.

Luz: Don't worry. We can work this out.

Amity: Thank you Luz

Luz: Also, why were you in the woods at night?

Amity: I heard you came back

Luz: You really waited for me after all this time?

Amity: Of course I did my love. I promised, didn't I?

Luz smiled and gave Amity a peck on the lips. The two were happy to be in each others arms after 3 years.

#the owl house #amity blight #the owl house amity #luz noceda #luz x amity #lumity #writing prompt

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punnyasitgets · 3 years

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[cha cha slide voice] reverse!

Freeze! Everybody clap your hands!

Ok so Catwoman Guardian of Gotham was a disaster so I'm taking it into my own hands. Only Bruce and Selina are swapped and Alfred still exists, not. The weird maid lady and Bruce is Not a bloodthirsty murderer

This got Very long so it's under a cut

Selina's parents were murdered by Joe Chill and she vowed to never let anyone feel the same pain she did, hence why she later became Catwoman

Bruce grew up on the streets with his big brother Thomas taking care of them both, but Thomas ended up killing a guy in a mugging and got sent to prison and left Bruce on his own

Catwoman hears about a number of high-profile thefts (museums, aristocrats) springing up and starts trying to track down the cat burglar and ends up interrupting a burglarly from a wealthy woman's penthouse

She chases the burglar down and they have a fight on the rooftops where they kick the everloving shit out of eachother but the burglar throws her off the roof and when she gets back up he's gone

Next night, she attends a charity event and meets an activist and fundraiser by the name of Bruce Wayne and they have a nice chat and hit it off

In the middle of it, a waiter bumps Selina in the side right over where her ribs got cracked from the other night and she doubles over so Bruce helps her out of sight and asks what happened

She tells him she tripped down the stairs of her house but he does Not believe it and ends up sticking by her the rest of the night, at the end of which Selina is like. "He's nice I think" and invites him out for lunch soon

Jump a day or two and Selina runs into the burglar again but this time he's got full body armor and a bat motif and she is Not Happy With This Development

Bruce stole a ton of armor and weaponry from the GCPD and made his own suit because Selina rly messed him up the last time they met

So they fight and Bruce hits her in the side and it floors her and he is like. Wait A Minute, but she recovers and he's forced to run

And then over a period of a month or two, Bruce starts hanging out with Selina in the day (lowkey stalking her to see if his wild theory is right) and while over at her manor he spots a bloodstain on her shirtsleeve from a wound that bled through the bandages she was wearing and when he questions her she says she cut her arm open on a nail accidentally and it's not a big deal but he's just. Hm

Also during this period, Catwoman keeps showing up to stop all of Batman's robberies and he's really getting sick of it because he's been using the money from his stolen goods both to like, feed himself but also to support a gang of homeless kids in the neighborhood he lives in and to help provide food for the local orphanage and it's getting Really Hard To Do That When He Can't Steal Stuff

So basically he knows she's Catwoman and Selina is his friend and he's just. I Have An Idea

Batman starts going out more often just to taunt Catwoman while she's on patrol and he starts going to other rogues like Two-Face and Cobblepit to egg them on and he actively breaks Bane out of prison and the Riddler out of Arkham just to set them loose

He's basically manufacturing a crime wave to try and wear Catwoman out and it's working

She's really exhausted because of all this and every time she has to make an appearance in public she's all tired and struggling to keep it together and Bruce makes a point to be there and to cover for her whenever she's too overwhelmed

Eventually Catwoman gets severely injured during a fight and she's too far from the Cave so, not really having another option, she shows up passed out in Bruce's apartment bleeding out and he's all surprised and helps her and gives her impromptu medical care but never pulls off her mask

Selina wakes up on his couch and he's asleep in a chair he pulled up next to her and she's like :] and leaves him a thank you note before going

So Batman has basically become priority one but he keeps causing so many new problems to spring up that she can't actually go after him while he commits a robbery spree, and every tine she deals with everything else he goes to ground for weeks on end

All the while Bruce is there being Supportive Friend Of The Year and they keep going out to eat and they spend events together and it's Grand

Eventually Bruce asks her out! And she's like. Oh No because while she likes him, she genuinely doesn't know if she can handle being in a relationship at the moment but she doesn't want to say no so she gives a tentative yes and so they're dating

Luckily he is a very understanding man and whenever she has to dip out to be Catwoman or when she's too tired to go out he's all "oh it's fine, I can reschedule" and it's a Very Big Relief

Batman goed to ground after another round of Mess With Catwoman and he stays that way for like three months and she puts all her rogues away so for the first time in a While she has proper free time to spend with Bruce and it's lovely! And shes like. "If this is how our relationship is, I don't want it to end" but because she's Catwoman and she doesn't know that she could hide it from Bruce if they were married and so one night she shows up in his apartment as Catwoman and shows him that she's Selina and he's just "!!!!! Oh that explains a lot, that's really awesome"

He swears he'd never tell anyone about her identity and makes a joke about how because Selina makes herself seem so ditzy at parties, nobody would believe him anyway and so Selina proposes to him the next night and they end up getting married and Bruce moves into the manor ❤️

Unfortunately Batman comes back and he pulls a pro gamer move which involves releasing every inmate from Arkham and Blackgate, including but not limited to her entire rogues gallery

So she's having a Time and literally just can't handle everything and every time she does well against a rogue Batman swoops in out of nowhere to divert her and really it's exhausting and she's working herself to the bone

Eventually she manages to wrangle most of them but the Joker is still on the loose and Batman keeps evading her and she Has Not Slept For Four Nights

While she's in the Cave, Alfred makes a comment about how at night it always gets so nerve wracking, especially since Bruce tends to leave after she does and Alfred is worried he might get caught up in something dangerous considering Batman and the crime wave and Selina is like

"He leaves the house at night??? [wh]" And Alfred gets confused tells her how he can never find Bruce in the manor from around eleven pm to two in the morning so he assumes Bruce goes out to visit friends or to deal with personal business and he tells her abt how he asked Bruce about it and he told Alfred that he and Selina had already talked about it

And Selina is just. "He was lying to you, I had no idea he was going out" which makes her Very Suspicious

She can't Do anything about it because she's trying to track down supercriminals but she checks the manor security feeds and she can't find any trace of Bruce leaving which is Concerning

Basically she ends up finding the Joker and stopping him from bombing the city and he gets sent back to Arkham, but before she can go home Batman shows up and they facedown on the roof

Batman goes all "I really didn't want to do this but you gave me no choice" and then starts trying to kill Selina

He gets a bunch of good stabs in but Selina seems to get the better of him and so he runs and she follows him into an apartment building but loses him in the hallways

She spots a bomb behind one of the doors and realizes the building is about to explode so she gets out of there just before it does and Batman corners her with a gun on a nearby roof

He tries to kill her again but Selina manages to get close and hits the gun away

Batman tries to run but she grabs him by the cape and yanks him back and manages to rip his cowl off before he gets away, at which point she sees that it's Bruce and she's Horrified

And it finally clicks that Batman has been trying to get every other criminal in Gotham to either kill her for him or wear her out so that he can do it himself, which would Also be killing Selina Kyle, and since she doesn't have any other heir, Bruce would get her fortune

And she's all "why would you do all this" and he gets really angry and starts telling her all about the people that aren't as privileged as her and he basically tells her that he wants her money so he can use it to help the people living in the East End and the Narrows, since Selina and the other aristocrats of her stature didn't know the problem like he did and refused to help

So Selina is just baffled that he'd go this far and he apologizes to her genuinely before he tries to kill her one last time because now that she Knows, this is his last chance to get away with the plan

It doesn't work, Selina fights him off and manages to get cuffs on him but he gets away and Selina goes home and Divorces That Man Immediately but also realizes that while he was living with her he'd been stealing things like jewelry she never wore or fancy paintings from rooms nobody ever went into and she is just Not Pleased

But she also allocates a ton of money towards charity projects focused in the more rundown areas of Gotham and actively starts funding all sorts of orphanages, soup kitchens, clinics, etc

She tries to track Bruce down but he's just Gone and so she lets it go even though she's very heartbroken and sad that he tried so hard to kill her

#bat and cat swap #batman #catwoman #dc comics #gaysonlyocean #adobe decrees #tysm rat 🥺

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slasher-sweetie · 4 years

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Wedding Night: Jason Voorhees x Reader NSFW

I had to go all out for our Big Boy's special day! Happy Friday the 13th everyone, especially my sweet Jason. ❤ NSFW below the cut.

It was one of the happiest days of his life. He had finally finished building your new cabin yesterday, and the two of you had decided on a whim to marry this morning. It was nothing fancy, just the two of you under the Weeping Willow that grew near the lake. Jason had even taken off his mask so you two could start this life together with no barriers between you. Just the two of you, face to face, heart to heart, two souls becoming one.

Jason had signed to you that you were everything to him. Ever since he was a child, even before he was pushed into the unforgiving waters of the lake, he knew that he would most likely never find anyone to love him besides his mother.

A face only a mother could love is what they had said, their voices dripping with malicious laughter at the expense of the poor little boy. Jason knew then that he was destined to have only his mother for the rest of his life.

But somehow, some way, you had been gifted to him. If Jason hadn't been religious before, he certainly was now that he worshipped the ground that you walked on. You were everything to him. The reason for his existence. He knew that the two of you were destined to be together. It was why he had spared you the first night he looked into your eyes. Because nothing had ever looked more like home than you.

In the year you had known eachother, Jason had grown to love you more with each passing second. Roughly 4 months ago is when he had started to build your new cabin, deeming his prior abode unfit to house you both through another winter.

It was modest, but it was sturdy and well insulated. It would keep you safe and warm, and that's all Jason ever wanted in life. He wanted to keep you safe and warm from the obstacles and problems that you would have to deal with. What he wouldn't give to shove his machete through anything that dare cause you anything but pure happiness. Unfortunately, all he could do was offer you a safe space to come home to at the end of the day. Even though he knew you deserved so much more.

Jason couldn't help but admit to himself that he was incredibly nervous, you had looked so breathtaking today, with the Autumn sunshine on your skin, and the way your eyes stared up at him, full of love and acceptance. Tonight would be the night that you would bind yourselves together forever, body and soul. Jason didn't know much about what happened in the marriage bed, besides what he witness from the trespassers that came to Camp Crystal Lake.

Making love was meant to be saved until marriage, for the person who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, that's why you and Jason hadn't done anything more than kiss. Jason was a good boy. He would never lower himself to the level of those evil camp counselors. And he would never cheapen his relationship with you by ever putting you into a situation where your morals could be questioned.

That's why he was so nervous for tonight. He really had no idea what to expect, but he knew that he wanted your first time together to be perfect. He wanted to pleasure you. He wanted you to enjoy being with him. He wanted to pay you back and make you not regret giving yourself to him.

The sight of you entering the bedroom broke him from his thoughts, you were only wearing a robe. Only a thin scrap of material separated your body from his. His hand twitched, wanting to reach out and touch you.

"Are you ready for bed, Jason?" you ask, he had never heard your voice sound like that, warm, smoky, sultry. It caused his pants to tighten, his cock already straining for freedom. He shifted uncomfortably until he reminded himself that this was okay now, you were his spouse, his forever.

He nodded anxiously, and in awe, he watched as you let the robe fall to the floor. If his cock hadn't been ripping through his pants before, it certainly was now. He was so hard it hurt.

His eyes raked over your body, every curve, edge, scar, freckle, dimple. You were the epitome of perfection. He couldn't believe he was this lucky.

You smile up at him sweetly, "Well come on big guy, am I going to do this all by myself? Undress."

At your command Jason pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his scared abdomen, and then reached down to shimmy out of his pants, leaving him in only his underpants and his mask. His thick cock pushed out against his underwear, tenting the material. Jason looked up at you, and found himself filled with triumph. Your eyes had darkened with what only Jason could assume was lust. You wanted him as much as he wanted you.

Using this little confidence boost to his advantage, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underpants and pushed them down to the floor, his cock springing free from the material. It was long, maybe 10 inches, and thick with veins racing up and down the shaft. His head was a perfect mushroom shape, and the shift curved to the right. Jason looked back up to see your reaction, and he could've jumped up and down, you had taken steps closer until you were right in front of him, your eyes fixed on his girthy member. Without warning, you reached out and grasped his cock in your warm hand.

Jason hissed through his teeth at the sensation, tiny pinpricks of pleasure shot up his shaft and made his balls tighten up. You rubbed his cock, paying extra attention to the head, taking the drops of precum and sticking it over the rest of him. Your pace increased, and Jason's breathing became heavy, his chest rising and falling powerfully, as puffs of air escaped from his mouth. He could feel his balls tightening further, and he could feel something about to happen. All of a sudden, a blinding flash went off behind his eyes and pleasure shot up and out of his cock. When Jason opened his eyes, he saw you licking his spending from your fingers, which nearly pushed him over the edge again.

You stare down at him in wonder, "Jesus, honey, you're still hard."

He glances down, and his member is indeed still hard, if not looking a little swollen.

You reach up on your toes and Jason knows exactly what you're asking for. He removes his mask and reaches over to lay it gingerly on the bedside table. He then stoops to your height and you catch his lips in a hungry kiss. He could taste saltiness, what he guessed to be the remnants of his spending, on your tongue when you pressed it into his mouth, moving it against his own. His hands gripped your waist and lifted you up to his level, relieving the pressure on his back.

In a practiced move, you wrap your legs around his waist. Jason walks you both over to the bed and lays you down, settling himself on top of you, between your spread legs.

Jason pulls back from the kiss and experimentally traces his hands down your body, getting to know every curve of your body. He listened to your sweet sighs of pleasure as you pressed sloppy kisses to his jaw, neck, and chest. Finally, his hands reached the warmth between your legs. He explored your most sensitive part first, molding his fingers to your form, and drawing forth a soft whimper from your lips. He watched your face as over the span of a few minutes his fingers brought pleasure to you by focusing on giving you pleasure. When he pulled back his hand was messy with your release.

He stared into your eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth, copying your earlier actions. You let out a soft moan in response, and grabbed his wrist, bringing his fingers to your own mouth. The feelings of your tongue bathing his fingers, and your teeth scraping gently against him had him opening your legs wider, and then his thoroughly soaked fingers found your waiting hole.

You gasp at the stretch of one of his digits prodding gently into your hole, he moved it back and forth, letting you get used to his size before adding another, and another. Only when you were a moaning, writhing mess, and Jason was sure that you were properly prepared to take him did Jason move into position.

His cock pressed against your hole, and as he began to slowly slip in the fat tip, you gasped at the size, your hands grasping Jason's shoulders. When he was fully seated inside of you, Jason stopped, giving you time to grow accustomed to his size.

After a few minutes of being stretched, you gave him permission to move by pressing your lips against his throat.

The feeling of being inside of you, of your warm hole gripping him so tightly was almost too much to handle. He could feel your insides quiver around his thick cock, and he had to close his eyes against the onslaught of pleasure. Your hands were everywhere, smoothing over his back, digging into his shoulders, as you gasped, whimpered, and at one point, you let out an animalistic scream of pleasure when Jason his a spot inside of you.

At this reaction, Jason doubled his efforts to hit that spot over and over and over again. Your head was thrown back and tears were leaking from the corners of your eyes as you experienced the same pleasure Jason was feeling. He could feel his impending release, and by your cries, Jason could tell you were close to. The feeling of you tightening on his cock, and the gush of your release spurred him on to his finish. His cum coating your insides and he breathlessly lay atop you.

He pushed up, not wanting to crush you on your first night together, and he watched as his spending dripped from your gaping hole. The sight had his cock perking up, but Jason ignored it to instead lay himself beside you.

He gently caressed your cheek, and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, his way of making sure you were alright. You give him a sleepy nod, and bury yourself against his chest. You let sleep take you, and in a few minutes you're snoring against his chest.

Jason holds you in his arms, and as he drifts off to sleep, he thinks about how lucky he is that you chose him.

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