#this was really fun to write

[orinfucker]

12:52 AM

thinking about gortash corrupting an innocent, naïve tav. they always tried to see the good in everyone around them, even if said person wasn’t necessarily a positive influence.

enver watched as they walked into the audience hall with a welcoming smile on their face, their companions trailing behind them with less then happy expressions. the chosen spoke with a sense of faux sympathy, his words striking meaning into the adventurer stood in front of him.

gortash knew he had them wrapped around his finger before the conversation even ended, easily convincing them to hunt down orin’s netherstone for the ‘better good’ of his people. he knew your companions could see through his lies, but what did that matter? he’d just tell tav to ignore their concerns, because he obviously knew what was best for them in the end!

when he finally got his hands on them, their would be no need to convince them any further - not when his hands caressed the length of their torso, or when his cock slid into the warmth of their cunt. tav’s mind was only filled with satisfying him, believing every word that he spoke.

gortash always looked forward to hearing those little knocks on his office door, knowing it was the little adventurer coming to fulfill their needs. he knew it was morally wrong to be playing with their head like this, but how could he stop when his name sounded so delicious on their lips?

what enver loved the most, however, was how obedient tav acted around him. if he needed an errand to be run? tav would get it for him almost immediately. someone owed him money? they’d have it for him by the end of the day.

while all that was lovely, gortash’s favorite was when he asked them to tend to his more intimate needs. tav would be on their knees instantly, their jaw falling open as enver thrusted his cock down their throat, fucking into them to release his stress from the day. he could never get tired of watching them struggle to take his entire length, their cheeks stained with tears while they gagged against him.

and he could never get over the feeling of their cunt stretching open as his cock pushed into them, his name falling from their mouth like lyrics of a song. enver fucked into tav like he hated them, his dick bruising the walls of their pussy with every thrust. he would whisper small praises into tav’s ear, telling them how much of a good pet they were for taking him.

whenever tav had their doubts about gortash’s plans, he would always reassure them that there was nothing to be worried about. he was going to save baldur’s gate. he was going to rule over the city; and they’d be right by his side while he did so.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 gortash #baldurs gate 3 gortash #enver gortash #gortash #gortash x tav #gortash x reader #gortash drabble #this was really fun to write #anyways i love him in a deranged kinda way

[beanghostprincess]

I really loved your hc about Sanji meeting Yassop and Usopp meeting Zeff and I start to think about like-

What about this with Zosan, Lusan and Lawsan?? This will be SO funny and perfect-

Just hear me: (and yes, this will be with our queen Trans!Fem Sanji)

Mihawk and Zoro going to a dinner with Sanji and Zeff because both want to know their child partner

Shanks going to Baratie 'cause Luffy insisted, and Sanji going too just to say a 'hello!' to her father and properly give the notice she's dating her captain (Luffy forgot to tell this to Shanks and he just discover he was knowing the father of his son's girlfriend when they already are in Baratie)

Law going because Sanji wanted him to know Zeff, and even hating to interact too much, he acepts because he knows how much this mean to her

And like, how you think they will react about the thing of Zeff eating his own FUCKING leg??

Okay, this is really funny- The chaos. Just imagine the chaos. Gonna try to put my thoughts into words (<- Literally a fucking writer. I'm just tired today don't blame me).

Please assume the OP world here is exactly the same but Mihawk and Shanks actually raised Zoro and Luffy. Somehow. Don't ask me how. They see them as their fathers. Zeff and Sanji's story is still the same because they're canonically family lmao. And also Transfem!Sanji as you said btw bc I love my princess.

─┉┈◈Zosan◈┈┉

The thing about Mihawk and Zoro going to a dinner with them is that Zoro and Sanji would try to behave but they would end up arguing in front of them anyway because that's just how they are and Mihawk and Zeff would end up talking alone about them tbh. Zeff offers Mihawk one of his best wines and Mihawk is- Well, you already know how Mihawk is. Their conversation is pretty polite but they keep drinking while the other two are in the background fighting for some meaningless bullshit like: "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GET HERE FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO, STUPID MOSSHEAD" / "OKAY SO IT'S MY FAULT THAT THE SEA IS VERY ROUGH TODAY AND THE SHIP ALMOST SINKS" / "LIAR!! I'M SURE YOU JUST GOT LOST".

And it's uhhh chaotic. But there's passion and Sanji is mad because she cares about him meeting Zeff and Zoro is frustrated but actually trying to calm down. Zeff and Mihawk are very fond of tough love and passionate couples so these two fighting just means they have strong feelings for each other. However, they end up making up and sitting down with their fathers while they tell anecdotes and try to get to know each other better. Mihawk and Zeff are intimidating af and I'm like 100% sure that Zoro would be scared of Zeff at some point bc he would look at him with that look of "If you hurt my daughter I'm killing you" and Zoro is, for once in his life, scared of a cook. Then that silly topic of "Oh, yes, I ate my own leg to save this little shit of a daughter from starving to death" comes up.

Zoro almost chokes on his food and Mihawk stares at Zeff for a while, looks down at his leg, squints his eyes at him and says: It certainly is a really admirable doing. And just out of mere curiosity, was it good-

Zeff: A little bit of seasoning and less pain would've helped

Sanji: DAD, WHAT THE FUCK

Zoro: Curly, you didn't tell me your dad was cool

Sanji: OH, YES, EXCUSE ME MOSSHEAD FOR NOT TELLING EVERYONE ABOUT MY DAD EATING HIS OWN FUCKING LEG

Mihawk: I say admirable doing because you just met her, right? I would not have done something like this for this bastard right here

Zoro: Thanks, dad

Mihawk: You're welcome I let you and Princess stay with me, don't push it

Sanji: Who's Princess?

Zoro: My sister

Sanji: YOU HAVE A SISTER?

Mihawk: Zoro, you didn't tell your girlfriend about Perona?

Zoro: I forgot

Sanji: I'm going to murder you

And basically, long story short, the night ends pretty well to Sanji's surprise. Mihawk is very nice and polite to her even if he looks pretty dark and edgy, and Sanji can't believe that man raised an idiot like her boyfriend. Then we have Zeff, who shakes Zoro's hand so hard it hurts and whispers in his ear all the atrocities he would do to him if he hurt his precious princess. Things that won't happen, of course. That's why that 'would' is there. But still, he tells him anyway. Just in case.

─┉┈◈Lusan◈┈┉

When Luffy tells Shanks to go to the Baratie together, he doesn't hesitate to say yes because who would refuse to go there? What kind of pirate would he be? Sanji is already there because she decided to go a bit earlier, so Shanks instantly assumes he's just going to have lunch with his son in a very nice place and see Zeff again after a long time. When they get to the Baratie and see that Sanji is there too, Shanks assumes Sanji just stopped by too. A coincidence. He already knows that's Zeff's daughter, btw.

But then Luffy does that thing he always does, running towards someone he loves and hugging them tightly with his legs wrapped around them. And Shanks is just like "Oh, well, that's his usual behavior and he's just greeting his cook" but then they kiss and it's uh, confusing. So Shanks asks what's going on and Sanji is all like "Please, don't tell me you didn't mention this to Shanks" and Luffy just shrugs, turns around, and says "Dad, I'm dating Sanji!" then looks at his cook again smiling and Sanji sighs: "And you obviously didn't tell him this was supposed to be a thing so our dads could talk-"

Shanks: Fuck, am I meeting your dad now? Like, actually meeting him as your boyfriend's dad? That's not- Hey, Anchor, you did not mention this.

Luffy: I'm sorry! But Zeff is reaaaaally amazing!

Shanks: I am well aware that he's amazing but you need to warn me first about this stuff.

Luffy: What? It's just dad stuff-

Shanks: I AM NOT GOOD AT DAD STUFF

Then Zeff appears and Shanks tries to act like a normal father for once (he can't. He fails. It doesn't work) and they actually end up having a pretty calm and fun dinner once he relaxes, remembering that Zeff has always been cool. Luffy is extremely clingy with Sanji, a thing that Shanks already knew but never guessed it was because of them dating. And now that he sees it from a different perspective, it is clear that they're in love, even if Sanji won't stop trying to push the kid away because he's obsessed with sitting close to her and eating food from her hands and things like that. Little shit has a more stable love life than him. That's depressing.

Their laughter and joyful voices fill the whole empty restaurant and Shanks and Zeff are already a bit drunk while Sanji is dragged by Luffy to sit on his lap. And it would be embarrassing but it's not like their dads are looking at them, too caught up in their own anecdotes and stories.

Then Shanks asks how Zeff met Sanji because he knows that's not his biological daughter. He remembers Zeff telling him about his little princess years ago when Sanji was still at the Baratie and Shanks stopped by to eat with his crew. And of course, Zeff explains what happened. Their shared dream and everything. Luffy isn't really listening because he already knows the story and is too focused on his girlfriend right now. Zeff tells them about the leg thing, and Shanks starts laughing so, so fucking loud and hysterically:

Shanks: I DID THAT TOO

Zeff: You did what, too?

Shanks: Don't you notice something missing? Perhaps on the left side of my torso? There hanging? Well- Nothing hanging, actually

Zeff: You did not-

Shanks: I did not, but I lost this useless thingy saving this bastard right here

Sanji: You said you're not good at dad stuff but that's a pretty dad thing to do, huh?

Shanks: I guess so, yeah. We have more things than I thought in common, Red Leg!

Luffy: Except for cooking. Your cooking is awful.

Shanks: My cooking is amazing, Anchor, thank you very much.

Luffy: THAT'S NOT TRUE! YOU ONLY HEATED UP WHAT MAKINO MADE FOR ME

Shanks: But I did a good job!

Anyway, they surprisingly have a very nice and warm meal together without Shanks or Luffy being as chaotic as Sanji thought they'd be. When they're heading out, Zeff just pats Luffy on the shoulder and tells him to take care of his princess and appreciate her food or else he'll make him clean the dishes again but this time for years, quite literally speaking. Shanks sees the couple holding hands when they get out of the restaurant, the redhead staying behind for a second to speak to Zeff. But Shanks is already at that point of drunkness where he starts having a breakdown and he's like "Why does my kid have a girlfriend and my husband left me?????? This is so unfair. They love each other so much, Red Leg, look at them!!!!!!!" and Zeff is like "They're young and stupid too, but they'll grow up. You still haven't. Please get out of my restaurant before you make my onions cry."

─┉┈◈Lawsan◈┈┉

Law doesn't want to meet Zeff, that much is clear. He is not good at meeting new people and even less meeting father figures because God knows he doesn't have a good memory of how his relationship with his dad ended (Rip Cora-san, we miss you). But he goes anyway because Sanji keeps insisting and saying that it's important to her, and of course, Law can't say no to her. Well, actually Sanji just tells him that if he comes with her to the Baratie, she'll wear the Soba-Mask suit (Stealth Black or whatever, Sanji refuses to say those words so-) again for him some time and Law accepts almost instantly. Fucking simp.

So they go to the Baratie and Law is dressed in a white shirt and actual, proper, and almost elegant clothes because Bepo said he needed to do it in order to give a good impression, and Law, deep down, just wants Sanji to be happy. And if getting along with her dad will do it, having to deal with this torture for a few hours is worth it.

Sanji keeps telling him not to worry about Zeff because, even if it's a big step in their relationship, her dad is just a bit scary but a good guy, after all. He will like Law once he knows how much he cares about her too! But Law isn't worried about that, he just fucking sucks at social interactions. Free the introvert from having to socialize, please, he just wants to stay with his girlfriend alone and cuddle and infodump about silly little things and comics. This is highly bad for his mental health (getting out and talking to people).

But, well, turns out Zeff is actually a great guy. Even though at first he looks at his daughter intensely and says: "Why the ex shichibukai of all people? This guy looks depressed too. Have you eaten, kid? You look like a starving man. He looks like a starving man, sweetheart. You're not dating an emo bastard who does not eat" and ends up having an argument with Sanji... He's fun to be around, once he settles for feeding Law everything he can cook. And Law isn't complaining but decides not to mention how much he hates bread because he feels that sentence will end up with him dead on the floor.

However, Sanji is the one mentioning that after a while of seeing Law forcing himself to eat bread, rolling her eyes and taking it from his hands to eat it herself. And Zeff is just like "You should've said so earlier, son! Just eat whatever you like. I feed people for them to enjoy the food, goddamnit!" and Law can only nod and keep eating.

And they actually end up getting along when they start talking more and more. Law starts actually laughing and smiling a little bit and Zeff pats him in the back from time to time whenever he mentions stuff he has done with his powers. Zeff just finds that hilarious. And Sanji is happy they're getting along, but extremely embarrassed when Zeff starts talking about her childhood (Law is enjoying every second of this). Then the topic of how Zeff met Sanji is brought up, and Sanji doesn't really want Law to hear it because she didn't tell him about the leg thing. And when he finds out, he's just...

Law: You didn't tell me your dad did that for you

Sanji: It's not something I like to explain, y'know? I kind of feel guilty to this day

Zeff: You're such a cry baby, Eggplant. I already told her countless times I chose to do that and it ended up saving us both! What's the problem?

Sanji: Shut up, old man, you don't get it!

Law: I do get it. The- Uh- Feeling guilty about your dad sacrificing himself. Without Cora-san... I wouldn't be here.

Zeff: Well, kid, I don't know what your father did, but be grateful instead of feeling guilty. I'm sure he's a nice man if he raised somebody who loves my girl this much.

Law: He was a good man, yes. The best. And- I- I do love her. A lot.

Sanji has a moment where she almost cries, but she doesn't!! (She does. She goes to the bathroom and cries).

When they have to go back to the ship, Zeff stops Law and says:

Zeff: You might need to eat more, that much is clear, kid. But you take care of her and that's good enough for me.

Law: Thank yo-

Zeff: But you also strike me as someone who would die for her and even though I do appreciate the effort because I would do the same, don't die on her, got it? And eat more. Eat what she makes, actually. And you also should check if you're celiac.

Law: I'm a doctor. I know I'm not-

Zeff: Then stop bitching around and eat bread like a man, for fuck's sake.

And, you know, Zeff might be a bit intimidating but he is, after all, a good man just like Cora was.

#this was really fun to write #they all love sanji #i love sanji too #and also they're so iwenfjksndf #the lawsan one ended up being kind of sad #but y'know the other two are funny #one piece #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #trafalgar d water law #red haired shanks #dracule mihawk #red leg zeff #zosan #lusan #lawsan #that lil bit hint of shuggy bc i can't control myself

[thursdayinspace]

fic: five ways to say "I love you" (plus one including words)

Fandom: The X-Files Pairing: Mulder/Scully Word count: 4.501

tagging @today-in-fic

Summary:

Just because something is unspoken, it isn't always unsaid. You just have to know what to look for.

Read here on AO3

#txf #the x files #msr #mulder and scully #mulder x scully #x files #x files fic #fic #this was really fun to write #really really fun

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

No simping in the Cloud Recesses!!

I received permission to write a ficlet based off this amazing post by the lovely @lovewanxian and this is the result. They're working on their own fic on the same premise, so make sure to give them some love when they post it <3

I had a lot of fun writing this and drank a lot of water to quench the thirst. It didn't work, but I highly recommend hydration - and have fun!

Lan Sizhui is suffering.

Now before you get up in arms about who to kill, it's not that kind of suffering. Nobody's trying to kill him and Lan Jingyi's pranks have yet to land him in the infirmary - the suffering that's plaguing Lan Sizhui is spiritual.

No, it's not a qi deviation, although he is quite sure he's heading that way far too quickly for his age and skill level. And he didn't get cursed either - hm, well, that's debatable in the circumstances - but the point is, his suffering isn't caused by anything that's related to cultivation or any outside interference.

Lan Sizhui is suffering because all his friends are simping.

But that's normal teenage boy behavior, you might argue. Teenagehood is, virtually, the best age to simp, it's basically in the job description for the ages between 13 and 19.

Fair, but Lan Sizhui's friends are simping over Senior Wei, who is twice their age, married and one of Sizhui's beloved father figures. See the issue yet?

Imagine all your friends do all day is lament over how much they want your dad to "punish" them, how hot his ghostly cultivation is and how much they wish he'd turn them into fierce corpses - Sizhui suffering makes sense now, doesn't it?

And he's been through this before. His friends' first crush has largely been Hanguang-Jun. Understandable - Sizhui has eyes, and he can admit he's attractive, objectively speaking.

To Sizhui, he's been the closest thing to a parent for many years, so thinking of him as anything less is weird - but facts are facts. Hanguang-Jun is powerful, domineering, but kind and supportive. These are all attractive features.

Sizhui has long grown used to Jingyi fangirling over him, and to the self-insert fic black market he ran out of their room from ages 12 to 15. He's done handstands for days to atone for it, and has made peace with it.

Of course, all juniors have kept some degree of Hanguang-Jun worship and, as the female disciples put it, "fanny flutters", but the crushing has evolved into admiration rather than infatuation and Sizhui only has to deal with number one Hanguang-Jun stan fluttering over his dad.

And then Senior Wei came about and Sizhui's peace of mind has gone to hell.

Disclaimer for all of you clutching your pearls right now: Sizhui loves Senior Wei very much and is infinitely grateful to have him back, has even slipped and called him "baba" a few times. The problem doesn't lay with Senior Wei at all.

The problem lays with the entirety of the Lan junior population (please let it be just the juniors, if the seniors simp over Senior Wei too, Sizhui's going to defect) being shameless about a man that's treated them as nothing less than his unofficially adopted children.

And how do they show their gratitude? By lusting over him and moaning about how lucky Hanguang-Jun is to bed him every night.

Lan Sizhui is suffering.

---

Lan Wangji is suffering.

No, he isn't dying, cursed, qi deviating or having to sit through sect leader Yao's rants - he's being Wei Ying's teacher assistant for his introductory talisman course.

It may sound confusing - how could that be a cause for suffering? Lan Wangji loves his husband and being around him, finds his inventions fascinating and likes helping him. So what's the issue?

The issue is that literally nobody in that whole entire classroom is paying any attention to the lesson. Sword to their neck, he is positive neither of them would be able to recall not even the past five minutes of talisman theory.

But ask them anything about Wei Ying and they'd rant for hours. And Lan Wangji doubts it would be a respectful rant.

Because the Lan juniors may not be paying attention to talismans, but by God are they paying attention to their teacher. Lan Wangji can virtually see the hearts in their eyes and the bloodflow directing down south - and he hates it. Wei Ying is being such a thorough teacher, he's putting his heart and soul into it, but his class seems fascinated only with the robes he wears, the way he moves, and they nearly break their necks to look at him when he turns his back to write something on the blackboard.

(Okay, Lan Wangji does too, sue him, that's his husband, he's allowed.)

Point is, these kids are entirely undisciplined. Lusting after seniors is not explicitly forbidden in the rules, but Lan Wangji is going to suggest his uncle adds it to the list. This way, he can hand harsh punishments fairly. Nobody is allowed to have horny thoughts about his husband except for him.

And it's not like the kids are being subtle about it either.

Here's an exmple.

Wei Ying's just finished demonstrating the penmanship for a banishing talisman, and encouraged the students to try it themselves, as he would walk among them and offer help where needed.

Everyone - everyone except Sizhui and Jingyi - needed help. Even those that Lan Wangji knew to be specialized in talisman work.

Everyone needed Senior Wei to take their hand in his, lean closely and direct their brush strokes. Everyone needed to be spoken to softly and encouraged to try again.

Lan Wangji has broken two brushes already and he's probably going to move to breaking fingers next.

One of the students, Lan Yichen, Hanguang-Jun's third favorite after his two ducklings (yes, they're his favorites, no, nobody knows and this doesn't cloud his judgement, yes, they're his ducklings), raised his hand and called for "teacher Wei" (Lan Wangji glares his way, but of course the little horny bastard has no time to look anywhere but at Wei Ying).

"What's wrong?" Wei Ying very obliviously asks and Lan Wangji feels the wood of his third brush crack in his grip.

"I really don't know why this talisman won't burn correctly..." Lan Yichen whines, looking up at his senior through his lashes, pathetic and submissive.

Lan Wangji will have him copy the rules about propriety fourty times.

Wei Ying looks over his shoulder at his talisman, and doesn't see the way the boy leans into his scent just a little bit, his cheeks dusting red at the close contact.

Lan Wangji fights the urge to grip Bichen. He can't kill a kid. Come on.

Wei Ying takes the brush from his hand and glides it once over the talisman paper. He smiles encouragingly at Yichen, who's managed to make himself look borderline tearful. "Let's try it together now."

"T-Together?"

Lan Wangji is a strong man. Self-disciplined, in control. He doesn't know how much longer he'll be able to stop himself from - what was the word Jingyi used... ah yes - yeeting that young man all the way to his home sect.

"I'll send in some of my spiritual energy, and you send in the rest. Let's see if anything cool happens, yeah?"

The boy looks like he's won the lottery. Lan Wangji can see it behind the sopping wet cat look. The brush in his hand is halfway broken now.

The talisman lights up blue and dissipates.

"Wow!" Lan Yichen shouts, as if he hasn't been using talismans for the past 5-7 years of his cultivation career. "You're so good at this, teacher Wei!"

Wei Ying laughs and pats the boy's head before returning to his teaching desk. Behind him, the boy looks like he's just ascended. Or had an orgasm.

Either way, Lan Wangji breaks his brush in little smithereens and tries talking himself out of murder.

"These kids are so distracted today." Wei Ying sighs. "I knew I shouldn't have taken you with me, all they do is look at you."

It takes all Lan Wangji has not to side eye his husband.

---

Lan Sizhui walks into his room after having tea with his dads - they always have tea together before night hunts, a little ritual to lift their spirits and... well, for a last memory if something bad happens. It's a risk of the job, after all, though it's highly unlikely, considering how powerful both Hanguang-Jun and Senior Wei are.

So, Sizhui happily returns to his room to get ready and finds several of his friends all over the place, looking much like the backstage to a courtesan show. Some are struggling on deciding which robes to put on, others fight for natural light to powder their faces and the rest struggle with hairstyles.

"Hello, people who do not live here. Where's Jingyi?"

"Getting scolded for calling sect leader Nie cunty to his face at the last discussion conference." One of the boys, Lan Haoran, answers, blending the powder into his skin to hide acne scars. "He's not allowed to come to the night hunt with us."

"That's a compliment." Sizhui replies, and barely manages to reach his wardrobe for clothes in the mess.

"Tell that to teacher Lan Qiren."

"Anyway, what are you guys doing here?"

"Getting ready for the night hunt, duh!" Another, Lan Lixin, says, fixing a golden hairpiece in his bun.

"And since when does night hunting entail a makeover?"

"You want us to look like shit with Senior Wei around?!" Lan Tao exclaims, emerging from the bathroom in a delicately ornate set of light blue robes. "We have to look presentable."

Sizhui rolls his eyes. "You know he only has eyes for Hanguang-Jun."

"It's worth a try." Lan Lixin says, taking a final look in the mirror. "And anyway, last time he said he liked my hairpin, so what more could a man want from life?"

Sizhui takes in a deep breath to calm down. "And why are you lot here instead of your own rooms?"

"Your room has the best lighting." Lan Haoran responds. "God, I really need to invest in some skincare."

"Anyways, do you guys think we'll get to see Senior Wei control the Ghost General this time?" Lan Tao asks.

There are three dreamy sighs in response.

"I wish he'd control me like that. He wouldn't even need Chenqing, I'd just do anything he wanted stat."

"Same. I love when he gets all serious, I'd love him to get like that with me~"

"You guys realize I'm right here, right?"

---

Wei Ying saves his third Lan junior of the night and he's starting to grow tired. Of course, he doesn't expect them to be able to take on a night hunt independently and succeed at it, he's quite sure they've never been so uncoordinated before.

The strings of the guqin vibrate loudly and the fierce corpses kneel, growling in pain. Wei Ying rushes to pluck yet another child from their grasps and sends a burst of resentful energy their way. "It's alright, I got you."

The boy in his arms whines and hides further in Wei Ying's chest. He didn't get hurt that badly, but Wei Ying figures it must have been terrifying for him to be nearly torn into, so his reaction is understandable.

He gently lays the boy against a tree, wipes some dirt off his face and sends him a reassuring smile. "It's all right now, you're safe."

"Thank you, senior Wei..."

Lan Wangji rolls his eyes as his fingers move over the guqin. Who knew the Lan have so many aspiring actors in their ranks?

Wei Ying lifts Chenqing to his lips and a shrill tune fills the silence. The fierce corpses writhe at the sound, and, holding the flute with one hand, Wei Ying sends three talismans to immobilize them.

A nod is all it takes for Hanguang-Jun to send Bichen their way.

"Wow..." the "injured" juniors exclaim, eyes fixated on senior Wei, his eyes glowing red and expression determined.

Sizhui, who's unfortunately been delegated to tend to their wounds, fastens a bandage a bit too hard on one of his friends, pulling his attention away.

"You lot are being ridiculous. You could've gotten killed."

Lan Tao clutches his arm, eyes full of horny ideas as he stares at the way Senior Wei sends resentful tendrils towards the fierce corpses. "I wonder what else he can do with those."

"You know what, I'm going to kill you myself actually."

"What's your issue, Sizhui? It's not like it's our fault senior Wei is a DILF." Lan Lixin huffs.

"I do not want to know what that means."

"It means dad I'd like to fu-"

Lan Lixin finds his lips glued together. Hanguang-Jun sends him an icy look. "Stop talking. Conserve your energy."

"Serves you right." Sizhui mumbles. "I was wondering when Hanguang-Jun will do something about you horn dogs."

Lan Lixin glares meaningfully at him, but Sizhui pretends not to see it.

"You guys need to stop thirsting after my family. Hanguang-Jun, now Senior Wei, who's next, the Ghost General?"

The boys appear to actually be considering the possibility and Sizhui barely stops himself from liberally smacking the backs of their heads.

At least Hanguang-Jun and Senior Wei have slain all the fierce corpses, and the night hunt is over.

If he has to see his friends act so pathetic for attention again, Sizhui is going to just jump in horde of fierce corpses sword-less.

---

"Ahh, Lan Zhan, you were even more beastly than usual today!" Wei Ying whines as he takes his rightful place on his husband's chest. "I'm not complaining, of course, but what brought this on?"

Lan Wangji decides not to answer, placing a possessive arm around Wei Ying's waist underneath the covers. "Mine."

"Yours, always." Wei Ying leaves a soft kiss on Lan Zhan's neck. "Hey, did you set up the silencing talismans before we started? I don't remember anymore."

"...yes."

Wei Ying hums and burrows further into Lan Zhan's chest, pliant and sleepy. "Good, good, we would've probably kept the whole inn awake if you hadn't."

---

The juniors' dark eyebags the next morning and their refusal to look either of their seniors in the eyes is peculiar.

But who can understand the youth these days, really?

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #lsz #ljy #writing attempts #this was really fun to write #f in the chat for the lan juniors

[kiwi2229]

Shoes

(James Potter / Regulus Black | 739 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Blackmail

It’s the loud bang followed by a colourful curse word and the James Fleamont Potter! that makes James stop at the spot. He already knows this is not good. And it’s apparent to everyone else as Sirius laughs at him. “You are in trouble.”

“As always,” James answers.

“What have you done?”

James just shrugs. He is trying to think what could get the boy mad, but his brainstorming is cut short by furious Regulus storming into the kitchen with a shoe in his hand. It looks rather comical, and James is trying so hard not to laugh at him. By the look in Regulus’ eyes, it wouldn’t be a wise decision.

“Here he is, the love of my life. Have I told you today how beautiful you look and…” He is cut out by a stern look. He can see in the corner of his eye Sirius sitting at the kitchen cabinet silently laughing.

“Potter. I don’t know how more I should simplify this so you would understand it, but Don’t. Leave. Your. Shoes. In. The. Middle. Of. The. Fucking. Hall.” Regulus over pronounces each word as you would do for a five-year-old. Frankly, James thinks he is absolutely gorgeous like this. He is snaped from admiring his boyfriend by a flying shoe that hits him in the centre of his chest.

“James! I almost broke my leg.” Regulus says and James is pretty sure he is exaggerating. “If I find the shoes there again it will be your leg that will be broken.”

James just gazes at him. “You are so pretty when you threaten me.”

To which Regulus just lets out incoherent noise full of frustration. “I could just…” He reaches his hands out pretending to strangle someone, preferably James at the moment.

“Come on, Reggie. They are just shoes, aren’t you a little bit overreacting?” Sirius speaks up and James thinks how much of a fool he is drawing attention to himself. Regulus slowly turns himself to face him.

“And youuu…” Regulus hisses through his teeth pointing at his brother. “You are the same. So this warning goes for you too. IF I find those shoes in the middle of the hall tomorrow instead of neatly placed in the shoe closet you will lose them.” And with that, he turns around and leaves the room as quickly as he entered.

As soon as they know he is not able to hear them both of the boys burst out laughing.

~.~.~.~.~

The next day James is coming for breakfast when he stumbles on Sirius standing in the hall looking at the ground in disbelief. He follows his gaze and notices all of their shoes are gone and all it’s left is two pairs of old flip-flops. There is no question who the thief is since they of course didn’t put away their shoes yesterday after Regulus what they assumed was an empty threat.

When both enter the kitchen, they can see Regulus sipping his morning coffee with a satisfied expression on his face. “Morning.” He sings.

“Where are they?!” Sirius narrows his eyes.

“What do you mean?” Regulus tilts his head in mock confusion.

“Regulus. The shoes of course.”

“They are not in the shoe closet as they are supposed to be?” Regulus asks and calmly sips his coffee.

“You know well enough that they aren’t,” James answers instead of Sirius.

“Well, I told you what will happen, and you didn’t listen, so here you go.”

“C’mon Prongs, let’s go find them.” Sirius turns around already done with the conversation.

“Good luck with that.” Regulus hums. Going by his unbothered expression James is pretty sure they won’t find their shoes.

“Reggie, love, will you tell us where there are?” James tries because he would be a fool not to ask before they go for a blind hunt.

“I will if you manage to put the flip-flops in the closet every day for the next five days as I asked you many times before.”

“Blackmail, really Regulus?” Sirius asks in disbelief.

“I wouldn’t call it blackmail per se. More like targeted behaviour modification.” Regulus muses clearly satisfied with himself. Sirius looks furious and James just laughs. It’s more a punishment for Sirius than him since Sirius absolutely hates flip-flops. But maybe hearing Sirius complain for those five days will be enough punishment itself.

“Well played,” James says and goes to pour himself his own cup of coffee.

#This was really fun to write #and I trully like it #it was supposed to be scene in a fic I'm writing but it didn't fit there #regulus black #james potter #james x regulus #jegulus #james potter x regulus black #jegulus microfic #marauders #marauders era #oneshot #starchaser #sirius black #the black brothers #regulus is a little shit #kiwi2229 writes microfics

[goldennightengale]

Hello hello! I hope your college isn’t dragging you through the mud too hard and that you still get chances to relax (because my uni is not giving me that time 💀)! This is gonna be a fluffy request related to uni because I really need it. Could I request Riddle, Trey, Leona, Ruggie, and Jade’s reactions to having a study/assignment sesh with reader and reader falling asleep (on them/at the table/your choice!)? Sorry this is so long ahaha. Anyways, stay hydrated!!

Of course! Honestly, I really needed this prompt and it made me really happy to write such a cute scenario! Thank you so much for the request!

Gender Neutral MC

Falling Asleep On Them During A Study Session!

Upcoming exams were looming around the corner and everyone was scrambling to get in some last-minute studying. Having to juggle your study time with the dumbass squad was nearly impossible. They never stayed focused long enough to get anything done and constantly dragged you out of your room to play. So you did the only thing you could think of: asking for a study buddy!

Luckily, you were able to get some help from a certain upperclassman. As time flew by, you found yourself drifting off. The exhaustion of doing the headmaster’s chores and keeping your grades above the failing line was catching up to you. 

They wouldn’t mind if you closed your eyes for just a few minutes, right?

Riddle Rosehearts (Shoulder)

Normally he would have gently nudged you awake and scolded you for not sleeping properly

How could you possibly get any studying done if you didn’t take care of yourself? He knows from experience that sleep deprivation and exams are not the best combinations

He tries to be quiet and not move too much. He doesn’t want to wake you up!

Thankful that no one is in the library so he can look at you all he wants and not have to worry about others calling him creepy

Will move you onto his lap so you don't hurt your neck too much and he can use both hands to pack up your school supplies with magic

Riddle jolted when he felt your head land softly onto his shoulder. The two of you had spent the past 3 hours comparing history notes and quizzing one another without a single break, so it didn’t surprise him that you’d hit your breaking point. What he didn’t expect was for you to use him as a bed. 

Looking closer, the redhead noticed how tired you looked. Dark circles under your eyes, hair tangled and dull, even your skin looked less than healthy. To think you would run yourself this ragged and not ask for help sooner baffled him. 

Gently maneuvering you onto his lap, though not without an embarrassing flush tinting his face a lovely shade of red, he used his magic to organize your notes into a neat pile. He might as well let you get the rest you deserve after all your hard work.

“Honestly, you shouldn’t force yourself if you’re tired. I expect you to take better care of yourself from now on, prefect.”

Trey Clover (Back)

Will tease you and say that he won't wake you up but he will (on accident)

You fell asleep on his back while facing away from him and doing trivia cards to help you with memorizing the material

When he tries to adjust you, he slips and you startle awake

Reheats a slice of chestnut pie as an apology

He understands that you’ve been going through a lot (mainly since you deal with his underclassmen) so he will try to make a study guide for you

He won’t give you all the answers, but there will be obvious hints to lead you in the right direction

He can’t let the others think he favors you too much after all :)

The two of you had been trying to keep you awake via note card quiz. Facing away from each other, he’d ask you a question and you’d try your best to answer correctly. Occasionally he’d correct you, either by a light shove or challenging hum, but you were proud of the progress you made. 

It was only after Trey moved onto potionology that he realized you fell asleep, your body fully supported by his own and filling him with a gentle warmth. You always made him feel warm in moments like this when you rely on him for even the littlest things. 

When he tried shifting to a more comfortable position, you yelped trying to catch yourself and save your face from gaining a new bruise. What a rude awakening!

“Sorry! Now, now, don’t be angry. How about some pie as an apology?”

Leona Kingscholar (Stomach)

Is probably the reason you fell asleep, to begin with

He refused to study at a table and dragged you to his room to lie on his bed

You got back at him by laying on his stomach so he couldn’t get comfortable and so you could poke his face when he started drifting off hehe

Surprisingly a good study buddy! He won’t give you the answers outright but he’ll give you tips on how to connect the dots to the right answer

Only agreed to help you if you babysat Cheka the next time he came over (totally not bc he saw how much you were struggling taking care of the idiot trio)

When he noticed you fell asleep he gets this smug look before adjusting himself for a nap as well

He can’t let you get all the Zzzs in by yourself now!

Leona had corrected you a multitude of times by now. History in Twisted Wonderland was a tricky thing to remember, with multiple events happening within the same year or important figures being present in several events at the same time. You don’t even want to try remembering how many wars a single lion cub started when he claimed the throne…

Luckily, your lazy lion was good at helping you connect the dots. However, as much as he helped you with memorizing he was not a good aid in keeping you from falling asleep. His voice was soothing to listen to, although it was gruff and sharp, and you could feel the vibrations within his chest from where you lay. 

Eventually, you nodded off completely, snuggling into his chest like a kitten in a sunny spot. The smug bastard knew you wouldn’t keep awake long and we’re only delaying the inevitable. Taking the time to snap a picture (to gloat and use as blackmail ofc) he slowly adjusted you to allow him a more comfortable position. 

“Of course, a little one like you couldn’t care less about sleeping on a predator. Looks like I’ll have to keep my new prey all to myself~”

Ruggie Bucchi (Table)

Another one that would tease you if you fell asleep near him

Feels incredibly smug from the fact you trust him enough to lower your guard around a well-known thief

The coyest when it comes to tutoring you on certain subjects (especially animal language)

Overall will help you study but understands that you’re exhausted from taking care of the first years

Don’t tell anyone, but he definitely plays with your hair while you sleep

Maybe if he’s feeling brave, he’ll nuzzle your noses together too

It was only natural to ask Ruggie to help you in the language, especially after you caught him making deals with the campus cats in exchange for gossip. That and leaving you in charge of taking care of his dorm member. With a little bargaining and the offer of a few donuts, you finally had yourself a semi-reliable tutor!

Ruggie was thorough in teaching you what tones mean so you didn’t offend anyone, or cuss Professor Trein out by accident because you “mrrr” wrong. All the repetition was starting to make your throat hurt, so you asked for a break. 

When Ruggie returned from getting some tea and snacks, he found your head down on the table and sleeping away. For a second, he was tempted to doodle on your face as a prank, but looking at the dark circles under your eyes deterred him. So he simply sat beside you and began slowly running his fingers through your hair and detangling it. 

“I guess little birdie’s also got a lot on their plate… Well, at least I already got my payment! Shishi…”

Jade Leech (Arm)

Smuggest bastard to ever smug

Mistakes your asking for help as you want a deal with Azul, but are pleasantly surprised to find out you needed him instead

Brings you to Monstro Lounge after hours which is when most Octavinelle students take time to study

Very helpful, but his handwriting is hell on the eyes

I refuse to believe that the fish mafia has perfect handwriting, especially the twins

Will let you sleep on him for a price: he gets to do whatever he wants with you while you rest (you did not know of these conditions beforehand…)

Monstro Lounge is a surprisingly nice place to study. The subtle purple glow and the beautifully lit fish tanks create the perfect atmosphere to focus without getting overwhelmed by noise and bright lighting. A bonus? If you get hungry, there is a snack bar in the corner. Jade was right, this is the perfect place to get your notes together!

While trying (and failing) to read Jade’s handwritten notes on history, you felt the oncoming drowsiness hang heavy on you. While the underwater dorm is a great place to relax, it seems to be too relaxing. Your head was drifting side to side, swaying dangerously towards the table a few times. 

Just as Jade was going to guide you back to your dorm, he felt a weight settle onto his arm. There you were, sleeping peacefully away on one of the most dangerous students on campus. How brave, or in Jade’s words: interestingly foolish. A devilish grin spread across the eel’s face as he looked at you. 

“My, my, how fun~ They wouldn’t mind if I took my chances at a new experiment now, would they?”

I hope my work satisfied your fantasy! - GN

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #trey clover x reader #trey clover #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie bucchi #jade leech x reader #jade leech #this was really fun to write

[justa-moth]

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[formerlyz]

Tumblr kept crashing when I tried to reblog this for some reason but I thought this was so sweet so here’s a little fic based on this idea that’s 1 million percent fluff and sappy as hell lol enjoy.

@cactusdraw

“You’re Beautiful”

Word count: 1147

Warnings: None

“You’re quiet today” Rei observed. Usually when they dropped Miri off in the morning and ate breakfast, Kazuki was much more chatty. It wasn’t uncommon for Kazuki to talk Rei’s ear off about a new recipe he was excited to try for dinner, or about a weird dream he had. Rei didn’t mind, he liked the sound of Kazuki’s voice. But today he was only speaking when directly spoken too, and responding in one or two word sentences wherever possible.

“What’s wrong?” He pressed.

Kazuki sighed and set his fork down. “It’s stupid.” He shifted around in his seat for a moment:

“It’s just…when I was brushing my teeth this morning. I noticed this.” He said, pointing to his eye. Rei leaned forward to try and see what he was talking about.

“Is there something wrong with your eye?” Rei squinted in confusion to try and see what Kazuki was pointing out.

“What? No! I have wrinkles, Rei!!” He said sadly. “I’m starting to look old and I hate it”

“Why is looking old bad?” Rei asked, taking another bite of his cereal.

“Because I don’t want people to think I’m ugly. Okay?” Kazuki exclaimed before hiding his face in his hands. Rei tried to think of something to say. He really didn’t see what the big deal was, but this was obviously bothering Kazuki and he wanted to help.

“Rei?” Kazuki asked in a small voice before Rei could come up with something. He looked up, eyes full of fear. “Do you think I’m ugly?”

Once Rei had processed Kazuki’s question, he couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous it was.

“What the hell?! You don’t have to laugh at me.” Kazuki said angrily, tears welling in his eyes. He got up and began to storm away when Rei grabbed his wrist.

“I’m laughing because that was one of the stupidest things you’ve ever asked me.” Rei said, standing up and wrapping his arms around Kazuki’s waist from behind. “Why in the world would I think you’re ugly Kazuki? You’re beautiful”. Kazuki froze.

“Beautiful?” He whispered.

“I mean. I think so”. Rei said. Giving compliments wasn’t one of Rei’s strong points, but he knew Kazuki needed him to try. “Your hair is the color of a piece of French toast that’s perfectly cooked, and it always looks so fluffy and soft and nice to play with.” He said, burying his face in Kazuki’s hair and breathing in the scent of his shampoo, which smelled like some kind of citrus. Rei felt Kazuki relax slightly in his arms, which he took as a good sign.

“I’ve never seen someone with eyes like yours. They’re like…” Rei paused and guided Kazuki to turn around and face him so he could get a better look. “They’re like a fire that you sit by to get warm when it’s really cold outside” He said, placing a gentle kiss on Kazuki’s cheekbone.

“And your smile is literally contagious. I never smiled until I met you, you know?” Rei pressed another soft kiss to the edge of Kazuki’s lips. “And when I’m having a bad day where I’m in pain or anxious or whatever I just look at you and it makes me feel better.” At this point, Kazuki wrapped his arms around Rei’s shoulders.

“Really?” He breathed as he gazed at Rei. Rei nodded, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. He felt a bit awkward about saying all this stuff out loud, but it seemed like it was helping Kazuki, so he continued.

“And when it’s summer you get these freckles that are really cute, just like Miri does.” Rei continued, kissing Kazuki on the bridge of his nose where he would usually get them. “And when you’re trying really hard at Morio Kart your face does this thing where it gets all scrunched up in concentration, which always makes me laugh.” Rei kissed Kazuki’s forehead. “And when we’re going to sleep seeing you right there makes me feel safe” Rei said as he moved to kiss Kazuki’s jaw and neck where he would normally bury his face to sleep. The feeling of Rei’s breath on Kazuki’s neck caused him to shiver involuntarily.

“So yes, I think you’re beautiful, inside and out.” Rei said after a moment, holding Kazuki’s face in both of his hands and planting a firm but gentle kiss on Kazuki’s lips.

“But…what if I get old and you don’t think that anymore?” Kazuki asked once they pulled back.

“Kazuki.” Rei said in a serious voice. “I never thought I would get old. You gave me the chance not only to get old but to get old with a family I love” now that he was close, he could see the tiny wrinkles in the corners of Kazuki’s eyes that had started all this. He gently ran his thumb over them. “Every wrinkle, every gray hair, is just a reminder that I get to grow old with you, which makes me really happy” At this point, Kazuki completely lost it, breaking down sobbing on Rei’s shoulder.

Rei hugged him tightly, feeling a twinge of guilt. “Sorry! Did I say something wrong?!” he asked. Kazuki shook his head and continued to cling to Rei, his tears wetting the front of Rei’s shirt.

“You didn’t say anything wrong. It’s just…that was beautiful, Rei” Kazuki said once he had calmed down a bit, still resting his chin on Rei’s shoulder.

“I’m just stating the obvious,” Rei said, fully meaning it. Kazuki pulled back and laughed as he wiped his tears away with the back of his hands.

“I love you” Kazuki said, resting his forehead on Rei’s. Tears were still falling but he was smiling. Rei breathed a sigh of relief.

“I love you too.” Rei said, leaning forward and pulling Kazuki in for a long, tender kiss.

“So, whatcha want to do today?” Rei asked once Kazuki had stopped crying. He continued to place small kisses all over Kazuki’s face and neck.

“I don’t know.” Kazuki had been so wrapped up in his quarter life crisis he honestly hadn’t thought about it, and it was hard to think now with Rei kissing him all over. “I kinda want to just do this all day to be honest” he said with a breathy chuckle. Rei smiled against his neck. As much as Rei also wanted to do this all day, he knew Kazuki would get antsy if they didn’t actually do something.

“Tell you what?” Rei said, moving to look into Kazuki’s ruby red eyes, which were practically shining. “Let’s finish breakfast and marathon one of your favorite cooking shows, then maybe after we pick Miri up from school we can all go do something fun as a family?”

“That sounds perfect,” Kazuki smiled. Rei kissed him again, thinking how lucky he was that he and Kazuki had found each other.

#this was really fun to write #buddy daddies #kazurei #buddy daddies fanfic #kazurei fanfic #I’m sick so I’ve just been drawing them and writing fics cause it’s all I have the energy to do lol #so expect a lot more of that this week #I wrote this while loopy on theraflu lastnight #so please pardon any typos lol #my stuff

[myriad-writings]

right down the line - b.h.

-billy hargrove x reader

-1.8k words

-requested by @notartemis777 ! okay class today we are pretending that billy and max get along because neil is the common enemy :)

-warnings: mentions of abuse, severely out of character billy

Three hours ago, the soft tap of a ladder against your windowsill was followed by the much heavier thump of none other than Billy Hargrove landing on your bedroom floor. You had jumped at the sound until you recognized his form on the ground and moved towards him to help him up. 

He uncurled himself from the rolled-up position he had assumed under your window and accepted your hand to stand on his feet. It took a second to get him to look at you, though you knew what you were going to see. After some coaxing and bringing him to sit on the edge of your bed, he allowed you to gently examine the bruise slowly blooming over his right eye and cheekbone, as well as the blood that had dried over the corner of his lip. 

“Oh, Billy,” you cooed, and his eyes averted your face and instead focused on the ring he had been twisting on his middle finger ever since he sat down. Like usual, he said nothing. He was always pretty silent after fights with Neil, you had learned. 

So you got to cleaning him up. Some disinfectant for his cut lip, some ice, the whole nine yards. Billy sat there patiently the whole time that you fussed over him, accustomed to the routine the two of you had developed from all the times he snuck in after a nasty bout with his father. After all the first aid stuff, three hours after the initial tumble, Billy’s shoulders had finally lost their tension and the two of you could be found laying together in bed to decompress.

That brings you to now. 

“So, do you finally want to talk about the fight?” You ask him while braiding and unbraiding one of his loose locks of hair, watching his relaxed face while his head lay in your lap. 

Billy’s eyes open with a heavy sigh, and you let his hair fall from your fingers as he uses an elbow to perch himself up to face you. “It’s not like it was anything different than usual. I was covering for Max, because she wanted to go hang out with her friends. Something about a roleplaying board game?” He looks at you, half expectanting you to know what he was trying to come up with. 

“D&D?” You offer, and he nods. 

“Yeah, that shit.” He waves a hand in the air before continuing. “But Neil had a bug up his ass tonight, demanded to know where she was. I said I didn’t know, because I didn’t want him to pull up at Wheeler house like a fuckin’ psychopath.” He pauses, then says a little quieter. “So I got the psychopath treatment.” 

You hum comfortingly and lean forward to press a comforting kiss to his forehead. “I’m sure she appreciates you covering for her.” You whisper, and he presses his lips together in a dry smile. “Was she home when you left?” 

“No, no, I thought I would see her on the drive over but I didn’t. Figured if she was still at the Wheeler’s this late then she would stay the night.” He explains, and the logic gives both of you comfort for about five more minutes, until there’s another noise outside your window. It’s left slightly open from Billy’s oh-so-graceful entrance, and he’s up in half a second to investigate the potential threat from outside. 

You get up as well, and push at his shoulder so he’s seated on the bed again. “Relax, it’s probably just a stray cat at the bottom of the ladder.” Still, you move to the window to peek out at the bottom, and you’re shocked to see red hair, and an even brighter red hoodie, halfway up to your window. You push the bottom open the rest of the way and stick your head out. “Max?” 

Billy gets up behind you as soon as Max looks up to meet your eyes in the dim light that comes from your bedroom. “Jesus christ, Max, get up here.” He urges from your side, helping her in while you stand back and out of the way. The two of you share a look while Max sits cross legged on the floor, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie. 

“Hey, what happened?” You sit in front of her while Billy shuts the window and stands awkwardly nearby. She’s quiet except for sniffling, so you reach forward to move her hair away from her face. She lets you, but the action reveals a slightly faded but still very fresh red mark taking up the junction of her cheek. “Oh, honey,” you whisper, and she turns her head away from your hand, just like Billy used to before he got used to your gentle touch. “Let me get some more ice.”

You push yourself up to stand and catch sight of Billy’s faraway gaze, eyes looking somewhere that you can’t see. Probably seeing red at the idea of Neil putting his hands on Max, and you can’t really blame him. Calling his attention back to the present with a hand on his cheek, you whisper to him. “Just talk to her.” 

He nods and you wait for him to take your seat in front of her before heading downstairs for an ice pack. You take your time, getting a cloth to wrap the ice pack in and a few bandaids from the downstairs bathroom cabinet. You didn’t see any open cuts or scratches on her but it would be better to have them if she needed them. You pass by the laundry room then stop, backtracking to go in and grab some comfy clothes of yours out of the dryer for her to change into. It would be more comfortable than whatever she biked here in. 

Before you push your bedroom door back open, you pause to hear the soft conversation taking place on the other side. 

“Why didn’t you call me here?” Billy’s voice comes out softly. 

“I don’t know. Didn’t think, I just knew you would be here and I didn’t wanna be there,” you heard Max mumble, she sounds embarrassed. “‘M sorry.” 

You hear shifting, probably Billy moving closer to her. “It’s okay, I didn’t know you were goin’ home. Thought you were staying overnight with your friends. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” There’s a pause before Billy speaks again. “D’you wanna stay the night here? With us?” 

Max doesn’t say anything right away, but the quiet “thanks” that you hear cinforms that she had said yes. Quietly, you finally push open the door and offer a soft smile when both siblings turn to look up at you from their spots on the floor. “I got you an ice pack, and some clothes. Something easier to sleep in.” You hold up the items to show her, and she gives you a small, yet grateful smiles 

-

After you get Max patched up, like you had with Billy, she comes out of the bathroom and back into your room in the clothes you lent her. You and Billy are sitting together on the bed, him behind you with his chin resting in the spot where your neck and shoulder meet and one arm half secured around your waist. 

“Hey, how do you feel now?” You ask her, patting the open spot on your comforter beside you. She takes a seat, legs tucked to the side and leaning sideways on her arm. 

“Better,” she says with a little nod, looking shier than she normally does. “Thank you.” 

“Don’t worry about it, I let him in so obviously I’ll let you in, too.” You grin and jab your thumb behind you where Billy sits clinging to your back, making Max giggle. Billy pinches your side and causes you to yelp, which turns into a fit of giggles along with Max’s. You fall forward out of Billy’s grasp and he lets you, unable to hold back the smile that finds its way onto his face as he watches you two lose your breath over laughing at each other. 

The rest of the night is filled with antics like that. You ended up putting on some music to show Max, which became an impromptu dance party. Billy initially refused to join, saying he wasn’t going to dance to Madonna, until both you and his sister pouted at him, so he was forced to join. The sight of him being forced to dance (if you could call the half-assed movement dancing) to such peppy, girly music was so amusing that you wish you had a camera to capture it. Then there was a brief comic tour when Max caught sight of a Wonder Woman volume sitting on your bookshelf, and Billy was grateful to be allowed to sit back and chill again. 

Max fell asleep on the far right side of your bed while the two of you were laying on your stomachs and flipping through the pages of the comics you had pulled out. You realized she had been silent for a little too long, and carefully pulled the volume that was held loosely in her hand so you could put them all away. After flicking off the overhead light and placing the comics back where they belong in your bookshelf, you return to Billy’s side in bed, where he had sat leaning back against the headboard and watching you move around the room in the dim lamplight from your nightstand. 

“Thank you for letting her stay here tonight, I’ll make it up to you,” he mumbles against your skin before pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder and tugging you closer to fall into his side. 

“You don’t have to, it’s nice having both of you here. I wish it was under better circumstances though.” You shut your eyes in the comfort of the warmth that seems to radiate off Billy. “I hope she’ll be okay in the morning.” 

He gives a small hum of agreement before glancing over at where Max was fast asleep. “I think she’ll be alright. I’ll take y’all to lunch tomorrow before I bring her home. Neil shouldn’t be back until later tomorrow night.” You peer back up at him with a tiny smile. 

“Look at you, being a good brother and boyfriend and shit,” you tease. 

He chuckles and gives you a soft squeeze. “Gotta lookout for my girls. Especially because they lookout for me.” 

“Your girls?” You giggle at him, and he responds with a soft ‘shut up,’ before reaching over to turn off the lamp on your bedside table. “Goodnight, babe.” You yawn and snuggle into his side impossibly further before dozing off almost immediately, tired out from the night your guests had given you.

#this was really fun to write #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #soft!billy hargrove #stranger things fluff #hurt/comfort

[pink3princess]

omg do a silly version of jw walking in 🤭🤭

cw/tw: slight nsfw; no smut just masturbation in the beginning, fem!reader (just putting this cause i said panties, otherwise it's pretty much gn! no body parts mentioned)

a/n: YES OF COURSE also this is in refrence to this ask; i like writing silly stuff like this, it's more my style so THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS

masterlist

you had been at it for a while, touching yourself, stuck in your own blissful world; you were almost at your finishing point, when suddenly you heard footsteps walking towards your bedroom

"hey honey, have you seen- "

"OH MY GOD WAIT STOP-"

john had caught you-hand in your panties, face red with embarrassment as the two of you just stared at each other

he had just stood in the doorway, a small laugh coming from him despite the circumstances not being as funny to you

"nevermind! sorry, I didn't know you were busy! umm...come and find me when you're done so we can start movie night"

"wait... what-" you stuttered, still a little out of your head from your previous activites and from the embarrassment of getting caught

and what threw you off even more was the fact that he spoke as if you two were just having a normal conversation!

as he had looked at you, he picked up a dvd case laying on your nightstand, which was apparently what he had come in here looking for in the first place

"you know, I'm actually pretty excited to watch Shrek 2, and I don't want you to be all preoccupied when i'm just trying to enjoy the movie darling" he said nonchalantly, waving around the dvd case to make a point (and more so for comedic effect, cmon he's a drama king)

"oh my GOD- " you threw a pillow at him as he fled out of the room, before the pillow could do any damage

"take your time honey!" he yelled from the living room, "no rush!"

you flopped onto your belly, slightly groaning into your pillow, embarrassed and unsuprisingly not as needy as before

#jess's inbox<3 #this was really fun to write #not edited #john wick #john wick x reader #jw x reader #jw #keanu reeves #john wick 2 #john wick 3 #john wick fic #john wick chapter 4 #john wick fluff #requests

[heroofshield]

Oooh if you’re taking prompts how about #5 "I can't die."

The words echoed around Shepard as they cleared the debris away from them. The Citadel was burning, whatever the Crucible had done it had been almost instant and violent. Shepard could smell the ash and smoke, coughing as it filled their nose, their lungs.

Try as they might, Shepard couldn't ignore the blood that speckled their gloves but refused to give up. "I've been through worse." they thought, pushing the rebar away from them- ignoring the spike of pain in their side at the action.

Panting from the exertion, Shepard awkwardly got to their knees and started crawling through the small tunnel that the concrete slabs had created. "I can't die. Fuck what Leviathan said." Shepard grunted, the sentence was quickly becoming their mantra to get high enough to send a distress signal to Earth.

"I can't die."

Crawling through an opening, Shepard dragged themselves to a slab and with a final grunt, hauled themselves upright-pressing a hand against the gash on their side. Closed their eyes, Shepard let their heavy breathing fill the space and tried to lower their heart rate; to slow down the bleeding and conserve what oxygen was left.

"I can't die." Shepard whispered, a tear sliding through the blood and grime as they activated the distress beacon. "I can't."

#ask meme #mass effect #commander shepard #this was really fun to write #uchidachi #my writing

[bigoltrashpile]

All Mine (Yandere Slim x Reader)

The lovely @tkspersonaldump commissioned me for a yandere Slim x reader! It does get spicy near the end, so I'll put a read more right before that. Thank you for commissioning! :D

Slim sighed.  You were over at the skeletons’ house, once again.  It seemed like you were here more often than your own house.  Which Slim was happy about!  He loved you, of course!  But…it made him jealous.  Really jealous.

Right now, Butch was leaning against you, gently petting your hair.  Slim was pretty sure he could see him whispering something in your ear, but he couldn’t hear it from here.  At the same time, Papyrus had your hand in his, occasionally pressing kisses to the back of it.  The rest of the skeletons were trying hard to be as close to you as they could, all while you watched some tv show.  Everyone except Slim.

Trying to contain his jealousy, Slim looked away.  As if that would stop him from hearing your gorgeous laugh.  Subconsciously, he let out a small growl.  He knew about how the others felt for you, of course he did.  All of them loved you, more than anything else.  But Slim knew.  He knew that you would never love him back.  Not when you had all these other much cooler, sexier, more charming versions of him and his brother.

Trying to stop the dark thoughts, Slim left the room.  He didn’t want to ruin your good evening.  He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice your soft footsteps following him.

Slim shut his door, before flopping face down on his bed with a loud groan.  Sadly, his pity party was interrupted by a gentle knock.

Immediately, Slim sat up.  Nobody else knocked like that.  It was either a loud, constant pounding, or a shave and a haircut pattern.  No in between.  Was it…you?

Cautiously, Slim opened the door.  His eyes went wide.  It was!  You were here!  Right outside his room!  “Can I come in?” you asked.  Your beautiful eyes didn’t meet Slim’s.  What he wouldn’t give to be able to gaze into your eyes for hours and hours and oh fuck he was quiet for way too long.

“yeah, yeah, come on in, uh, do you want a drink?  wait i don’t have any drinks in here, do you want me to go get you a drink?”  Very smooth, Slim.

“No, I just wanted to talk to you, actually.”  You pushed some hair behind your ear.  “Can we sit down?”

“uh huh, have a seat.”  Gingerly, you sat on the edge of his bed.  Slim had to fight to not squeal in excitement.  Fuck, you smelled so good!  And now you were on his bed!  He sat next to you, close, but with a bit of room in case you were uncomfortable.  All his previous bitterness was completely gone, just from the novelty of having your complete attention.

You fidgeted nervously.  “I wanted to…to tell you something.”  You took a deep, shaky breath.  “So…we’ve been friends for a while.”

Slim nodded.  Oh stars, this was sounding an awful lot like a breakup.  Slim fought to keep away his dark thoughts.  What if you were trying to leave him?  He couldn’t let that happen.  His eyes drifted to the closet, where he had a few ropes, bought just in case his jealousy got the better of him and he needed you to stay with him forever.

Oh wait you were still talking.

“I know the others like me,” you said, a slight blush on your face.  “It’s kind of hard to ignore.  And I like them too!”  There was that jealousy again.  “But…”  You took a deep, shaky breath.  “I like you the most.”

“....what?”

“I like you.  A lot.  Like, a lot a lot,” you said with a laugh.  “I might love you?”

Oh stars.  Was Slim dreaming?  He had to be dreaming.  He dug his fingers into his ulna.  Yep, that hurt.  He wasn’t dreaming.

“holy shit,” Slim whispered.

“-I understand if you don’t feel the same, I just wanted to have all cards on the ta-”

“i love you too.”

You blinked.  “You do?”

“fuck, honey, i love ya so much!  more than anything!  i just thought there was no way you’d fall for me when ya have all these choices,” he laughed, almost giddy.

“Really?”  You laughed too.  “Wow!  That’s such a relief!”  You put a hand on your chest, as if calming your heart.

For a moment, the two of you just smiled at each other, like big dorks.  Finally, Slim broke the silence.  “sorry to ask, but…can i kiss ya?”

You jumped, like you weren’t expecting it.  “Y-yeah!”  You shifted so you were facing him more directly.  Carefully, like you were made of glass, Slim put a hand on your cheek.  It was warm.

Slowly, Slim leaned closer.  His eyes were focused firmly on your lips, the lips he had dreamed of kissing every night since he had met you.  With a shaky breath, he closed the distance.

It was even better than he had dreamed.  Your lips were soft, softer than he thought was possible.  He gently moved his teeth against your lips, and you instinctively tilted your head to deepen the kiss.

Suddenly, Slim felt something touch his teeth.  He jumped.  It was your tongue!  You pulled away, seemingly afraid you had messed up.  “I-I’m so sorry, I just thought-”

Before you could say anything, Slim slammed his teeth against your lips again.  This time, he was more than ready.  His tongue invaded your mouth, like you would disappear if he stopped for even a second.  His hand cupped the back of your head, tangled in your hair.

The two of you kissed for a long while, until your hands finally found Slim’s shirt.  Without breaking the kiss, Slim helped your cute little fingers undo the butons, before eagerly stripping you of your top.

Slim pulled back just long enough to take in the sight.  “fuck,” he whispered.  “you’re gorgeous!”

You seemed embarrassed.  “You’re more gorgeous!” you pouted.  Slim just laughed.  The two of you fell onto the bed, Slim landing on top of you.

“do ya wanna go further?” he asked.  Fuck, he wanted to go further.  It was all he wanted, to mark you inside and out, so all the others knew exactly who you belonged to.

“Please,” you whimpered.

Unable to hold himself back, Slim tore your pants into shreds.  You yelped.  “i’ll buy you new ones,” Slim panted.  “i just…i need ya.”

His words, along with the display of strength, seemed to really get to you.  Despite the fact that your thighs were squeezed tight together, Slim could smell your arousal.  Fuck, he hoped your scent stayed in his bed forever.  “O-okay.  But I really liked those pants.”

Slim laughed, before gently pulling your legs apart.  His mouth watered at your scent, and at the sight of your wet folds, on display for him.  And only him.  He looked you in the eyes as he let his long, orange tongue loll out of his mouth.

You swallowed hard.  Almost instinctively, you tried to squeeze your legs together again, but Slim was much too strong to let you.  “no ya don’t,” he growled.  “only squeeze those pretty thighs around my head.”

A soft moan escaped from your mouth, but you let him pull your thighs over his shoulders.  Then, without further ado, he let his tongue get to work.

Slim tried to go slow, to savor this moment he had yearned for, but he couldn’t help himself.  You tasted too damn good!  Plus, you had said you loved him.  He would be able to have you whenever he wanted~

True to his word, your thighs squeezed his skull beautifully when he hit an especially good spot inside of you.  You tried to muffle your moan, but Slim nipped the inside of your thigh in warning.

“don’t ya dare hide your sounds,” he growled.  “i’ve waited too damn long to hear ya.”

You let your hands fall to your side, and when Slim found that spot again, your moan was beautifully unfiltered.  Slim was sure that this was what heaven was.  His thumb found your clit, and you practically screamed as your orgasm washed through you.

---------------

Downstairs, the rest of the skeletons paused in their bickering.  They had been fighting over who deserved to cuddle you next, when they heard a gorgeous sound.  Your moaning.

“what the hell?” Hound muttered.  “is she jerkin’ off?”

Sans scanned the room.  “nah, slim’s gone too.”

A bitter silence filled the room, only interrupted by your beautiful noises, coming faintly from Slim’s room.

Lucky tried to fight back the proud expression from his face as a pleasured scream echoed through the halls.  “I Guess That Solves Our Little Argument,” he smiled.

#my garbage #writing #commissions #yandere #papyrus #papyrus x reader #mafiaswap #slim #osha violation #thanks again! #this was really fun to write

[professional-sephiroth-scrungler]

Sephiroth, 1, 5, 8, 16, 23, 26 (Angeal) please

This is really long but I hope you enjoy! 26 got a bit out of hand lol. 16, 23, and 26 under the cut.

(1) Honestly, I don’t think there’s really any canon I know with Sephiroth i outright reject. I do wholeheartedly support and believe the “Vincent is Sephiroth’s dad” theory but I accept that as of now, Hojo is his father. Even though it’s just Hojo saying that but oh well. There is also the og game guide listing him as 6’1” and i would dispute that but i think it’s been changed now to like ~6’6”. If not, he is 6’6” in my heart.

(5)His best personality trait i would say is his loyalty. Maybe not best, but that is definitely his strongest personality trait. Not taking missions that would involve killing his friends that defected, desperately trying to reach out to Genesis when he left, and so on. It’s to his detriment he is so loyal to Angeal, Genesis, and Shinra. They all betray that loyalty in some way from his perspective. Genesis and Angeal left, Angeal died, Genesis said he was an alien monster, and Shinra was lying to him his entire life about basically everything. And we all know the results of all that.

(8) He is a bottom. I will live and die on this hill. Not sure if its an unpopular opinion necessarily, but i don’t really see him written or drawn as such that often sooo

(16) He has a lot of really dark secrets he won’t admit to others or himself. One of those is that after he was told his mother died in childbirth, the nagging thought and feeling that it was HIS fault began to creep up in the back of his mind. He would never tell someone this because it would be like speaking it into being. Into reality. So he pushes that thought deep down. But it’s still there slowly eating at him.

(23)Probably rose, vanilla, leather, and some other flowers and/or citrus smells. And campfire smoke or woody scent cause i think that fits. This would probably fit more as a perfume but meh :/

(26) If Sephiroth was stuck in an elevator with Angeal, I don’t see much happening since they’re friends and both relatively chill. It’s not like with Genesis where they are constantly poking and goading each other; Genesis trying to get a rise out of Sephiroth and break his cold, stoic demeanor. Being stuck in a closed space with Angeal for some odd amount of time would be fine! That is, until that time ticks on to 30 minutes to an hour to two hours. They have work they need to be doing. Sephiroth has briefings to get to and a mountain of paperwork to get done. Angeal has drills to run with Zack and briefings for both of them. They’re both silently getting more worried and more stressed as the elevator does not move or open. Conversation died a while ago at this point since the both of them aren’t the most talkative or extroverted. That’s Genesis’s specialty. Now Sephiroth is brooding in one part of the small space, trying to get what work he can get done finished or started on his PHS and Angeal is doing the same plus almost anxious check ins with Zack to give his student something to do thrown in. Sooner or later, no more emails related to work can be answered or sent. It’s just anxious, awkward silence again. Sephiroth’s silent, almost imperceptible anxiety that only someone who knew him well would notice spurs something in Angeal to try and get a different, non work related conversation going. It’s almost the same father-like care he shows Zack in his voice. He had been noticing that Sephiroth had been getting thin again, so he brings it up gently. All he gets is a deflective “Hmph.” But he keeps talking, not unlike his lectures about dreams and honor; but definitely more quiet and caring. Angeal knows it’s because Sephiroth is stressed or binging research, neglecting himself in the process. Just before the elevator starts moving again, Angeal invites Sephiroth to dinner that evening and thankfully, he agrees.

#sephiroth #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #final fantasy vii #ffvii crisis core #ff7 ever crisis #crisis core #ever crisis #ff7r #angeal hewley #asks #character ask meme #sephiroth asks #this was really fun to write #sorry it took so long lol

[gridgirldrabbles]

Hey! Do you mind writing something about Pierre fucking you against his F1 car in the garage when nobody's around?? Love your writing btw!

‘baby please!’

it wasn’t the first time you had heard the whine come out your boyfriends mouth, nor would it be the last

he had told his engineers he wanted to do something in the garage that night, and who were they to question the star of the team?

that was how pierre ended up with the keys to the garage and the idea of him fucking you against his F1 car

you couldn’t deny that the idea didn’t turn you on, it did, but the fear of getting caught and pierre losing his job overrided any inappropriate thoughts you may have had

any hesitation you may have had was pushing out your head as Pierre’s hands settled on the crook of your waist and his lips met yours

he was guiding you backwards through the garage, your hands out feeling the wall to keep you from stumbling over your own feet

the kiss between you two was getting increasingly hot, teeth clashing and clamping down onto each other’s bottom lip

as soon as you were in the garage pierre pulled away from your lips to position you against the car, lifting you to place you onto the side pod of the car

your dress slid up with the movement of the Frenchman’s hands, his fingers looping into your panties before pulling them down your legs

‘as much as I want you to cum on my tongue right now, we don’t have much time and I need to fuck you’

you spread your legs willingly, hands pulling his face down towards your own before they slid to his belt, allowing his trousers to fall to his ankles

pierre leaned down and spat onto your already dripping cunt, the gesture making you almost clench your legs together if he hadn’t been stood between them

his tip ran through your folds before sliding into your pussy in one movement

the noise that slipped from your throat was anything but quiet, Pierre’s hand coming up to settle across your mouth

‘you have to be quiet baby, you don’t want us getting caught do you?’

you clenched around him at his words, making him raise an eyebrow at you

‘or maybe you do?’

as soon as he started thrusting into you, you could feel the ball of pressure building in your abdomen

the pleasure combined with the risk of getting caught was too much for you and had your hurtling towards the edge at an alarming rate

‘are you close pretty girl,’ he cooed down at you, barely breaking a sweat despite the blistering pace of his hips

all you could do was nod as he replaced his hand with his lips, swallowing your moans with his mouth

his fingers slid down your body and with a few strokes of his thumb on your clit you were cumming around his cock

a strangled moan escaped his throat as he watched your eyes screw up and your mouth fall open as you relished in the feeling of your orgasm washing over you

‘where can I-‘ ‘inside, please’

your words alone were enough to have him finishing

he had told you an endless number of times how hot he found it when you asked him to cum inside you

as his hips stilled and he spilt himself into your pussy, you both began to regain your breath

‘we should do that again’ he suggested, to which you could only giggle and nod your head

your legs felt like jelly as you tried to stand, Pierre’s hand holding you up before helping you back into your panties

as you looked back towards the car you could’ve cringed at the wet spot that had formed from pierre spilling out of you

he could see you looking and followed your eyeline, ‘it’ll be a nice reminder of you when I’m in the car’

#pg10 #this was really fun to write #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly drabble #pierre gasly smut #f1 imagine #f1 drabble #f1 smut

[yellowjacketsgayfanfic]

You put yourself in front of Natalie, taking your own life to save hers

SUBMISSION: Wait are you down to do poly Lottienat with reader instead ( spoiler for finale ) of nat getting killer it’s the reader I need angst rn 💔

It all happened so fast. Shauna running, the rest running after her. Callie coming out of the forest with that gun, the girl Nat had grown so attached to threatening to kill Callie on Lottie's behalf, and Misty. Misty with that fucking injection.

Natalie tried to throw herself in front of Misty, but there was no way. Her life had just begun to go up-hill for the first time. You took Natalie's place. The needle dug deep into your neck, the fluid stinging the muscle it had penetrated. Everyone was screaming. Not you. It couldn't be you. Natalie and Lottie surrounded you, you couldn't hear them, but they were screaming, shaking you, trying to keep you earthbound as long as possible.

This was okay, you had decided. Nat and Lottie would have each other, and maybe, just maybe, if the wilderness truly did want someone...it would have taken you.

***

You hadn't expected to wind up in this position with Nat and Lottie. It sort of just happened to you, the way so many things seemed to just happen to you. The three of you reunited once again, far away from everything that was supposed to be real, but this was the most real you had felt in twenty five years.

In bed with them, naked and tangled in bodies, skin on skin, sweaty sheets and the room smelling of sex. For the first time, you weren't analyzing this. Did it make sense? Probably, yes. Being in an almost all female cult as teens was incredibly homoerotic, and you weren't fooling anyone by pretending it didn't almost happen several times back then.

You brushed hair out of your face, stretching your back, letting out a little sigh. "It's sunrise."

"How long did that go on for?" Natalie muttered, seemingly out of it, like she had been in a daze for several hours.

Lottie giggled. "Hours, Nat. Hours, and hours."

"Jesus." She groaned, rolling over onto her side, facing you and Lottie. "I'm not even tired." She trailed her fingers over your stomach.

You smiled at the sensation. Lottie sat up, running a hand through your hair.

You were the youngest of the group, a year younger than the rest of them, and you were always considered 'the baby.' They took care of you, and put you first no matter what. That translated over into whatever this budding relationship was.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Lottie asked sweetly.

"Honestly? I'm great. Just really hungry." You grinned up at her.

"I'll go get you something." Natalie offered.

***

Natalie cradled you in her arms, screaming your name. You'd already passed. EMS was trying to take you away, but she wouldn't let them near you.

"How could we let this happen?" She sobbed. "We were supposed to protect her."

Everyone was heartbroken. Pacing, rocking back and forth on the ground, crying. You meant so much to this group of women, and now you were gone.

Lottie kissed your forehead, weeping. "Nat, we have to let her go."

"No." She yelled.

"Nat. She's dead." Van whispered. "You have to let her go."

Lottie grabbed Natalie so that the EMS workers could take your body away. She screamed, punched, fought, but eventually relaxed into Lottie's embrace.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets 2x09 #fanfic #oneshot #drabble #spoilers #angst #x reader #poly #natalie scatorccio #lottie matthews #submission #open for submission #this was really fun to write

[our-destiny]

Care giver Michael forcing reader to age regress ♡

Cw: Forced age reggressing, kidnapping

Something was wrong about his behavior towards you, that much you were sure of. He always looks at you like one would a stray kitten; gentle with a hint of pity. Or like you were a newborn fawn, learning to walk for the first time, tripping over your own feet. And you guess that's were the nickname came from; Bambi. You wondered if he even knew your name considering he never used it, only ever calling you Bambi. You questioned him about it, multiple times, but his only response was that it suites you. A little baby deer he needed to protect, he needed to guide. That's his job as an angel after all. No, it's not weird that he gives you special treatment, after all you are special, constantly among demons, yet your soul is as pure as a child's.

He always treated you like a child, too. You are never allowed near anything dangerous; such as the Devildom, but also knives. It's gotten to the point you're not even allowed a butter knife. He also enjoys picking out clothes for you, or at least limiting your options. You have to wear pastel colours, nothing too revealing. There are sometimes when he dresses you as what you can only describe as an angel. He makes you wear white and gold, and sometimes even makes you wear wings and a halo. No matter how much you protest it doesn't make a difference. He's the strongest angel in the Celestial Realm while you're just a measly human. And no, you don't have the brothers on your side anymore. He removed your pacts and took you to the Celestial Realm, they have no idea where you are. Even if you do escape from him, everyone knows that Michael is your guardian and will bring you back to him when they see you out by yourself. I doubt you can evade the entire population of the Celestial Realm.

He acts like nothing's wrong. Like he didn't take you up here against your will and strip you of your basic human rights. Every day you're just trapped inside, the blinding sun coming through the locked windows. You can only entertain yourself by either colouring or reading children's books. He leaves breakfast on your nightstand, it's always something different everyday, sometimes it's pancakes, sometimes it's just cereal. It's always really good though. You refused to eat at first, you refused to do anything at first, just switched between crying to screaming to just sitting with your thoughts. When lunchtime rolls around either Michael or a trusted Seraphim brings you something to eat. At the beginning he had to force feed you, which wasn't fun, and still sometimes he likes to spoon feed you, other times letting you do it yourself. Then you're alone again.

Michael comes back hours later, you're not sure what time considering there's no clocks, and that's when you learn that it's better being alone here, even if you are bored out of your mind. He cuddles you, you two eat dinner and if you're lucky he takes you on a walk outside. You have to hold his hand the entire time, though. What if you get lost? He would never forgive himself. Or else you two just watch cartoons, as long as you don't throw a tantrum. When you do throw a tantrum he just holds you in his lap, despite you hitting him and trying to wriggle free, gently shushing you and bouncing you until you wear yourself out. He gives you a pacifier, you're too exhausted to resist, and you fall asleep in his arms, his protective hold on you never letting up even while you're both sleeping.

Eventually you start slipping into little space, start colouring while he's away, crawling into his arms once he comes back, finding him comforting while the outside world is big and scary. You forget how to take care of yourself, relying solely on him, just as he planned. His cute little Bambi, so lost without his guidance ♡

An: This isn't what I usually write, and it's incredibly self indulgent. Don't think anyone else will like this but if you have read it thank you <3

#obey me michael #obey me shall we date #obey me #om! swd #om! shall we date #forced age regression #i started writing this with the intention of it being consensual agere #but i started writing him as really manipulative and just went with it #this was really fun to write #i know i said i didn't like that people always wrote him as a villian #but he has such good potential #i guess simeon also has the potential to have a massive savior complex #even Raphael has the potential #Raph thinking that youre just so weak you need a big strong angel like him to protect you <3 #it's late #im tired #i made so many typing errors during this #apologies if there are still errors #i checked through it a few times which i dont normally do #normally i write it and read it once or twice to make sure it makes sense then post it #i'll check in the morning #i had trouble coming up with a title for this #again it was supposed to be fluffy or about having michael as a father figure #not about kidnapping #oopsie #goodnight y'all <3 #self indulgent