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henrioo · 10 days

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If requests are still open would you been interested in writing some domestic Mihawk with his husband and their baby? Maybe reader teaches the kid their languages, and Mihawk gets the baby little sword plushies. Idk man but there's no way that man isn't secretly mushy 😭

°•*⁀➷ OUR LITTLE PEACE: MIHAWK

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "All Mihawk ever wanted was a peaceful life in his castle. But a perfect peaceful life is not complete without you, his husband, and now his little baby to fill his days with joy."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : Male! Reader (can be cis or trans), MLM, homo relationship, homo marriage, Spoilers to the two years separation! (Zoro and Perona are in the castle and this is post Marineford), the author doesn't know anything about babies and children, almost nothing of Spanish because I couldn't think of one cute dialogue so sorry, not too many mentions of the reader gender like my others stories but still clear the reader is a men, also no mentions of the birth of the baby, no name or appearance to the baby so you can choose if is biology, adopted, imagine what you want.

꒰ WC ꒱ : 1,8k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : Another story! Another male reader! Hehehehe, I skipped one day of posting but here it's the new one, another ask because I'm really trying to finish them to give more attention to another project and maybe write other stories idk. Thanks for the ask, I love writing family stuff hehehhe, this one was not that good because I'm having some struggles with my writing style but I hope everyone likes it! Byee

You yawned as you tested the milk in your hand, warm but not enough to burn your baby's tongue, perfect. Zoro was in a bad mood in the kitchen eating something, he had been beaten by Mihawk in the last training session and you suspected it was because the pirate was always lost in the castle and opening the doors with great force, which made a huge noise and always it made your baby start crying, irritated when awakened from his sleep. Which also made the older man a little irritated that someone was disturbing his son's sleep.

You made a mental note to try talk to your husband, although to be honest you were uncomfortable too. His son was a needy little boy and when he started crying he would stay like that for hours, until his throat got tired and he went back to sleep, so having to deal with it several times because Zoro kept waking him up was really frustrating.

You walked through the hallways, now with furniture all prepared to be baby proof, no furniture with pointy ends, no sliding rugs, doors in front of the stairs and other changes. At first you thought that Mihawk would be uncomfortable with the changes, to his surprise he took responsibility for changing everything without you even talking about it first. He spent weeks moving furniture, buying or making objects to close doors or round edges, he even made himself available to remove carpets and pictures, even going overboard with the protection.

Your husband has always been a very protective person, even before he was your husband or boyfriend. When he was just flirting, or courting, he was always very concerned about your ntegrity. If you were traveling, would he always give you the best accommodations, extreme climates? He has everything prepared, clothes and even medicine for illnesses, that is if he doesn't change the entire route of the trip to prevent inconvenience.

As you progressed in your relationship, the more protective Mihawk became, he would never be possessive or controlling, he was just genuinely concerned about your comfort and safety and felt it was his obligation as a lover to provide you with the best. Of course he respected you, after all you were also a man and a fighter, you were not weak in any way, it was your strength and intelligence that made Mihawk attract and fall in love with you in the first place. But living a life as a "pirate", an ally of the navy or just someone very strong in the grand line meant that your loved ones and even you were at risk of death at all times. He would never want to lose you and that's why he never let his guard down.

It was no different with his son, he wanted to give him a safe and as normal childhood as possible, thus arriving at this extremely careful point. He was already planning his son's diet and he wasn't even eating so many solid things yet...

"Almost there dear, it's papa, mi hijo, papa" You heard through the half-open door, there was an area of the castle that was closed just for the three of you. Even Zoro and Perona knew to stay away from that part, it being your private wing.

There was the bedroom where you two slept, a common room with the fireplace where you two usually stayed, a bathroom, a library next to the balcony and of course, your son's room. It was almost a complete house, except that it was inside a huge castle with many other rooms.

You stopped watching your husband next to your son, Mihawk was now wearing casual clothes although his shirt was more open, contact with the parents' skin was good for babies, he had told you. The baby laughed in his arms, trying to touch the adult's face with his chubby little hands. He wore thicker baby clothes to protect himself from the cold on the island, as your husband insisted that just the fireplace wasn't enough. The outfit was dark red with bat symbols, Perona had given away saying that the cute baby needed to maintain one parent's vampire reputation.

"Baba!" Your son exclaimed excitedly, laughing again, your husband's affectionate look and smile made your heart melt and your stomach feel strange.

For many, Mihawk was a cruel and merciless man, who could effortlessly cut through ships and defeat thousands of swordsmen at the same time without breaking a sweat. For you? Ah... To you, he was a loving man, a man who always brought gifts from every island he visited, who always had fresh flowers to give you, a man who would kill anyone who dared to offend you for being in a relationship with another man. For you, he was your husband.

"I'll only forgive your terrible pronunciation because you're too cute," Your husband said, shaking his son again.

"I think baba suits you a lot" You smiled entering the room, your husband had been trying to teach Spanish to your little baby for some time. Although this turned out to be a much longer task than he imagined.

"Of course I do" He mocked looking at you smiling, it's not like he could contradict you.

"Papa!" Your baby said excitedly and soon his attention was all on you, his little hands stretched out trying to reach you as quickly as possible.

"Why can he get the pronunciation right with you?" Mihawk looked at you confused and envious as he passed the child to you.

"Because he likes to annoy you" You smiled, rubbing your face with the chubby and soft face of your baby who laughed at the contact.

"Well, he got it out of you then..." Mihawk teased as he adjusted the chair so you were comfortable breastfeeding.

"Of course yes" You sat in the chair and then placed your son next to the bottle, he quickly held the bottle as he began to drink the milk. His eyes soon started to get tired and he relaxed against you, after all it was close to time for him to fall asleep.

"I should order a painting of you two like this, it would be the most beautiful work of art I have ever seen..." He sighed looking at the two of you with love, for him it seemed like a dream, so much peace with the people he loved most.

"He wouldn't be able to stay still for that long" You laughed, your baby used to be quite energetic, which had created some good confusion with you guys losing him in the huge castle.

“It would be worth a try” He chuckled and walked closer to you, caressing your cheek and then placing a kiss on your forehead. "I can put him to bed today, you should take a shower and rest."

"You already did this yesterday, I don't get that tired taking care of him, you practically do everything." You sighed, your husband always wanted to take the weight off your shoulders since he used to travel a lot. However, your son really wasn't that big of a job, now with Perona and Zoro here and the instability of the world government, you doubted that Mihawk would travel anytime soon, so your job was even easier since you shared it with your husband.

"Humpf" He huffed, he always sulked when you didn't allow him to take care of everything.

"Let's put him to bed together... Then after that we'll have some time just for the two of us" You suggested smiling, your baby had now let go of the bottle and was yawning, showing that he was ready to end the day.

"You know how to convince me, don't you?" Mihawk smiled, taking the empty bottle as you stood up with your baby.

"Of course, how do you think I got you to marry me?" You played with him. Soon you were running around the baby's room to rock him, your son clung to you yawning and finishing digesting the warm milk you had provided. Luckily he didn't give much work on that part.

When he had calmed down enough to be practically asleep, Mihawk had already prepared the crib, also carrying some stuffed animals and blankets in case you decided to add something else. You walked over with your baby and gently placed him in the crib, then he stretched out completely and then curled up again in a ball, grabbing a sword plush and messing up the blanket there.

"Sword?" You said looking confused at the plushie of a sword, you didn't remember having one of those. You then asked your husband.

You only met a proud, red-faced Mihawk if you had seen your son doing the most graceful thing possible.

"We have to start familiarizing him as soon as possible," he said, smiling to disguise that he had bought the plush hidden from you.

"Oh yeah? Familiarize our baby with his father's swordsmanship legacy?" You said, crossing your arms and smiling at him, you even wanted to pretend to be angry but you couldn't, not with him being so cute like that.

"Of course, he will be a great swordsman in the future" Mihawk said proudly, you raised your eyebrow.

"Of course, then he's going to beat Roronoa and then come kick his own father's ass, it seems like something my son would do" You said proudly leaving the room, knowing that Mihawk would now be thinking about the fact that one day he would fight seriously with his son, knowing he would never be able to hurt his own child.

It didn't take long for Mihawk to come up behind you with a thoughtful face as he too got ready for bed.

"Well... He's still young, we can't say if he'll actually be a swordsman" He said coughing embarrassedly as he sat next to you on the bed.

"Of course, maybe he's something else" You said smiling knowing you had hit the nail on the head. Mihawk would never be able to seriously fight his own son.

"Of course... Another thing" Mihawk said with flushed cheeks, he also knew that you knew. It was shameful for him to know that his husband knew him so well.

"Yeah, another thing where he doesn't have to kick his dad's ass" You laughed giving him a kiss on the cheek, knowing he would sulk at the idea for a while.

“You really like teasing me…” He sighed as the two of you cuddled together on the bed, ready to spend some time together before bed. And well, you couldn't deny it, your biggest fun was seeing the merciless and cruel Dracule Mihawk, the strongest swordsman in the world, reduced to a soft-hearted, caring husband and father who would do anything for his husband and son. Sometimes love also came with provocation.

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jennarations · 7 months

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Would love your landoscar fic recs 💌

your wish is my absolute command 🫡🫡

i’ve gone back to college and started student teaching and gotten covid and adopted a kitten all in the last two weeks so i haven’t gotten to read as much but here is what i’ve got! the key is the same as the lestappen fic rec:

> (Title) +/= (Multichaptered/One-Shot)

(Summary)

!!! (Link)

• (Tags - please note these are just the tags I saw relevant to myself, double check the fics themselves for any other tags you might deem relevant!) *(Word count)

Here we go! I’m also tagging some of the bestest and loveliest authors at the bottom of the post, go send them some love!! (Putting it under a Read More for all of our collective sanity)

My one (1) work (shameless self plug heheheh):

> Thunderstruck =

Lando has a childhood fear of thunderstorms and in a record-breaking year for rainfall, Oscar Piastri becomes his new teammate.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50579323?view_adult=true

• Falling in love, Slight pining, Fluff, Humor *8.1k

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> If You’re Barbie, And I’m Barbie, Then Who’s Driving the Bus? =

Anyways, the driver room is largely quiet at the moment. But not entirely, much to Lando’s enjoyment.

Buzzing from Oscar’s headphones, loud enough for Lando to hear the words, is a song from Barbie.

Charli XCX, no less.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48940792#main

• Fluff, Comedy *800 words

> Mortifying! Anyways, =

Mortifying interaction, but he’d survive. Besides, it’s not like the cashier was that cut–

“Cute enough to make you stupid, huh Norris?” He could hear his smile before he saw his face, a proper Cheshire grin.

“Fuck off mate,” Lando groaned, already trying to scrub the cashier from his brain. Except for the Australian accent, he decided; that bit could stay. Maybe his eyes, too, as tired as they had seemed. And his hair, which looked so soft in that kind of ridiculous side part.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49328047/chapters/124474876?

• College AU, Clumsy Lando, Meet-cute *2.3k

> The New Normal =

He wears a lot of shorts.

Lando had thought that Daniel wore shorts a lot, and then along came Oscar. It must be something about Australians.

Carlos never wore shorts.

Oscar’s pale, unblemished, muscular (and hairy) thighs spill out of the team issued black shorts whenever they sit to film content, or sit in meetings, or whenever Oscar sits in Lando’s general vicinity while wearing them.

They’re not a distraction.

OR Lando’s very healthy obsession with his new teammate’s thighs.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49335997/chapters/124496539?

• Pining, Slight smut *8k

> Invocations One Fall Away From the Concrete = ♥️

“Okay,” Lando says. “What’s your power?”

“Telekinesis,” Oscar replies a little too easily, like he’s trying not to make a big deal out of it. In fact, he’s already looking back down at his form. Lando doesn’t miss the way he seems completely stumped by the ‘Birth date’ square though.

Telekinetics are far and few between. You’re probably more likely to be struck by lightning twice than to meet a telekinetic. They’re so highly sought after in the hero industry that any telekinetic baby would automatically have a net worth of at least three hundred billion US dollars the second it was born. Moreover Oscar's an Oxy. It’s like, the jackpot of jackpots. This guy’s simply unreal on paper.

Lando scrunches up his face, rolls his eyes and says, “alright.” He shrugs. “Nothing to write home about, then.”

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

AKA the low-key superpowers au where they have to activate their powers doing a really specific thing. Oscar's activation is a mystery to Lando, but it involves a lot of good stuff, pinky promise. (Lando Wink™)

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49508506/chapters/124953475?

• Non-Driver AU, Superpowers AU, Roommates, Slight Angst, Fluff, Humor *10.3k

> Only Found = ♥️

“Hey, well. No strings attached, right?” Oscar says, strategically.

Lando smiles and says, “hell yeah. And now that that’s established, what’s your stance on aliens? Also, do you still want your cake?”

cinderella soulmates au where whatever you lose, your soulmate finds. except: oscar has a soulmate and lando is a No-Match, a person who doesn't have a soulmate.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49218676#main

• Non-Driver AU, Soulmates AU, Lawyer!Oscar, Streamer!Lando, Angst, Fluff *6.8k

> Carried Away =

"Oscar," Lando said. "Don't hate me, alright, but I've—”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48871015#main

• Non-Driver AU, Fake Relationship, Angst, Fluff, Humor *22.1k

> Little Bit of Love =

“I’m freezing,” Lando says. Whines, really. “Don’t be mean, Oscar, I feel like shit.”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49143811

• Sick fic, Fluff, Realization of Feelings *4.7k

> Signed Sealed =

Delivered

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48959461#main

• Text fic, NSFW pics *4.3k

> Smokeshow =

Because Oscar won the American football challenge, Lando had to wear the cheerleader uniform.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48546973#main

• Smut, Cheerleader uniform Lando, Brat!Lando *3.5k

> I’ll Kiss You First =

“Uh,” Oscar says, when they’re in the car on their way to the airport. “I think you’re—um. Going into heat, mate.”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/47264011#main

• A/B/O, Alpha!Oscar, Omega!Lando, Smut *3.1k

> Sunflower Seeds =

Not worth dwelling on, really. Oscar doesn’t have to understand him to be on his team. If he were a pitcher, it would be different; Oscar has to get his pitchers in order to do his job as a catcher well. Lando isn’t a pitcher, though. So it’s fine.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49596088/chapters/125175172?

• Non-Driver AU, Baseball AU, Realization of Feelings, Fluff *8.6k

> Chronically Bitchless But Still Wifed Up = ♥️

Lando wasn’t above throwing his weight around in order to get what he wanted, at least in some circumstances. And he wanted to meet Oscar Piastri.

In general, he wanted to go to a MotoGP weekend and probably could have either bought tickets and waited around there like a normal person or asked one of his actual sort-of friends in the paddock to hang out in their garage, but the more specific desire was to meet Oscar Piastri.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49301212#main

• MotoGP!Oscar, Driver!Lando, Fluff, Humor *8.3k

> Negative Splits =

So officially, Oscar Piastri, pretty good steepler and pretty bad pacer, was now a professional runner.

They wanted him to steeple, mostly, though he’d be doing cross country in the fall, and Lando had pinky promised him, mid-distance guy to mid-distance guy, that if he wanted to get into the 3k flat indoor then he would get him in.

Oscar didn’t really want to ask how he planned on doing that. Felt safer not to ask.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48161206#main

• Non-Driver AU, Professional Runner AU, Injuries, Angst, Humor, Hurt/Comfort *10.1k

> Thinkin Bout Your Touch =

Lando’s brain gets so occupied by the thought it shouldn’t come as a surprise really, when a few rounds later Oscar says, “Dare.” Lando blurts out, “Let me suck your dick.”

There’s a long, awkward silence in which they just stare at each other, Oscar’s expression completely unreadable. “Uh,” he eventually says. “I think a dare is something I’m supposed to do.”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48704749?view_adult=true#main

• PWP, Blowjob *2.3k

> I’ve Tasted Blood (And I Want More) =

Lando grabs a pillow and hits him with it, while Oscar laughs loudly. His fangs are on full display, white and sharp and pretty. “You know what I mean, you dickhead!”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Oscar says, eyes twinkling. “You want me to use you as a human Capri Sun. You know, like a weirdo.”

“God, you’re making this so much worse than it is,” Lando says, burying his face in his hands. It’s. Well, it’s embarrassing, but Oscar also hasn’t outright said no, so. You know what they say. In for a penny, in for a pound. “So, will you?” And then, just in case, he adds. “Suck my blood?”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48136999#main

• Vampire!Oscar, PWP *5.6k

> Legerdemain =

“You’re so modest it’s disgusting,” Lando says. “Michelle’s told me all about it. You winning against some master back in Australia. Anyways, she wants to hop on the bandwagon, get us to play chess, take photos after the weekend. She thinks you could teach me. It would show that you’re pedantic and that I’m pushing past my comfort zone...”

Oscar scoffs. “If Michelle’s only taking photos, why do I need to teach you it? Couldn’t we just pose with a chess set, like the Williams drivers?”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49690744/chapters/125422075?

• Chess, Humor, Sexual Tension *5.8k

> What You Do To Me =

“Oh,” Oscar says, because what else are you supposed to say when your teammate says ‘I wish I still had a girlfriend so I could fuck some of that frustration out of me’. “I mean. I uh. I could give you a blowjob? I’d suggest a fuck but I don’t have any lube on me right now and I’m guessing you don’t either.”

Huh, would you look at that. Looks like the award for ‘most insane statement of the night’ doesn’t go to Lando after all.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/47993518?view_adult=true#main

• PWP, Blowjob *2.5k

> Purring in My Lap (cause he loves me) =

The cat thing ends up getting sort of explained in Bahrain, when Lando walks into his driver room and finds a small orange cat sitting on his couch.

Oscar’s cat, presumably.

And he kind of looks like Oscar, too. Slender, lean, and with a slightly grumpy, unimpressed expression on his face. It makes Lando laugh a little. Like owner, like pet, clearly. “Should I just call you Oscat, then,” Lando jokes, giving the cat a little head scratch.

The cat, Oscat, stops rubbing at Lando’s hand and just stares at him instead. Lando would almost say he was looking at him disapprovingly, but it is a cat, so he’s probably just imagining things.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/47878867#main

• Cat!Oscar, Fluff, Slight Angst *5k

> In Limbo =

“So what, you like me?”

Tick this box for yes, and this box for no. Fold it tight. Slide the paper under the desk. Don’t let anyone see.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49619383#main

• PWP, Dubious Consent *2.3k

> Eyes on Me =

He just doesn’t understand why Oscar stares so much.

It first comes to his attention at the pre-season media shoots. They have to be photographed in the new gear, and the new suits, and all the while a video camera is rolling to capture content for some behind the scenes pre-season footage. Lando likes to look back at the content they film, just to see how awkward he is.

He looks over some of the test photos while the videos load, and he sees Oscar’s eyes on him a lot of the time. Lando’s own are on the camera, his posture relaxed as he goes through the motions of what the team asks of him.

Lando notices just how much Oscar stares at him, until one day he realises just how much he stares back.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49769368#main

• Mutual Pining *3.8k

> Home Is Wherever You Are =

‘You know, we could ask Carlos to babysit tonight,’ Lando mumbled against his mouth.

Oscar pulled back and hit his husband’s chest while laughing at him and shaking his head.

‘The man just arrived, babe, we can’t ask that right away!’

Lando pouted and pulled Oscar back against his chest. ‘But it’s been so long since it’s just been the two of us.’

OR: Lando and Oscar spend the day with their daughter and friends before finally having some alone time

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49909321

• Kid!fic, Established Relationship, Fluff *4.1k

> Grand Theft August =

Oscar Piastri, eh? It's not the worst idea he's ever had.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49975555?view_adult=true#main

• Angst, Humor, Smut *6.9k

> We’re All in the Butter But Some of Us Are Looking At the Cars = ♥️

Under it, the cross stitch with the Mandela quote, there was another one. A different one. Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars. Stars, again. And then the one beneath that was also about stars. Weird, he thought, then went to the till to wait for his sister.

Above the pile, too high for twelve year old Oscar to read, a sign was stamped. SECTION #13: REACH FOR THE STARS.

Twenty two year old Oscar rests his nose to the glass and looks at the clouds.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49696357

• Angst, Slow burn, Prose, Realization of Feelings *14.3k

> Terraforming =

“WORMHOLES! An Einstein brain child. They are created when FTL objects puncture the bed sheet that is our universe. Going through them should be a trip through timespace, which sounds cool, except it’s not because we never know what’s on the other side—”

“I think you meant fabric, not bed sheet,” Oscar says.

Lando rolls his eyes. “It’s a metaphor, mate.”

“For what?”

“For like. The fabric of the universe.”

“Huh.”

“Shut up.”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50099659

• Space AU, Non-Linear Narrative, Angst, Happy Ending *8.8k <- I literally haven’t read this yet because it was uploaded today but i love enzo and all their stuff is fantastic so i’m rec’ing it anyway :)

> Superdense Neutron Star//Post Supernova +

It felt good to laugh. Thursdays already kind of sucked, all of the walking and talking and nothing to do, even when he wasn’t being drilled on the abrupt shift of his career. It was manageable because it had to be; because there was half a season left and a championship spot left to fight for and a team that was still his home, even if he’d just been delivered the eviction notice.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49981615/chapters/126195823

• Angst, Fluff, Ambiguous Ending *21.8k <- i also have not had the time to read this one because of life, but i trust leaf with my feelings (and my life) so this also goes on the list.

EDIT 11/5: More additions to the list!

> Unraveled =

Lando does not have a thing for his roommate.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50085112/chapters/126476167?

• Non-Driver AU, Roommate AU, Bartender!Lando, Realization of Feelings *7.1k

> It’s Not Queerbaiting, It’s Saving the World =

Lando bursts into Oscar’s room without knocking. He’s red in the face and panting, sweat collecting on his forehead like he just ran a marathon.

“You need to kiss me.”

or, the drivers stage a protest, of sorts. Oscar might lose his mind.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49710619#main

• Fluff, Humor *1.6k

> Melepathic. Or Something =

“Thank God we used condoms,” mutters Oscar later, when they’re presentable, no doubt thinking back to last week when they. Well. Lando peeks out the door to check if the hallway is clear. It is.

“Yeah,” he says as he gestures Oscar out. “See you in a few, mate.” Oscar slips through and Lando picks up his phone again, sees a new message. Up for some fun tonight?

sure, says Lando after a moment. Amen to short refractory periods and all that.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/47589115#main

• Smut, Miscommunication, Happy Ending, FWB *8.5k

> What Would You Do (If I Went To Touch You Now?) =

“Okay, so they both like each other. We need to get them together.”

“How? Lando’s too freaked out to think straight and Oscar is the human embodiment of the standing man emoji.”

Charles purses his lips for a moment before he snatches his boyfriend’s phone up from the other side of the table.

“What are you doing?”

“Initiating Mission Landoscar.”

“Did you just make that up?”

Charles waves at him dismissively as he begins texting, and Max lays his head down on the coffee table and prays for strength.

***

In which Max tries to prove to an oblivious Charles how glaringly obvious it is that Lando is head over heels in love with Oscar. When Charles finally gets with the program, Lestappen go on A Mission™ to get the two idiots to admit their feelings for each-other, but it’s easier said than done.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48745483/chapters/122963314

• Lestappen as a plot device, Angst, Slight Smut, Fluff, Humor, Texting, Escape Room Shenanigans *29.7

> Soft Vanilla Foreplay = ♥️

“Oh shit, you’re,” Lando gasps, smiles. “You’re a. You’re Robin Hood. You’re a kitty Robin Hood.”

Oscar stops grinding. “Can we have this talk tomorrow?”

Lando laughs and comes down to place a kiss on Oscar’s lips. “Yeah. Oh yeah. Tomorrow. Tomorrow would be great. I’m sooooo busy right now. Hmm.”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50382910/chapters/127293583?

• Vigilantes, Cat!Oscar, Hacker!Lando, Non-Driver AU, Slight angst, Humor, Happy Ending *8.6k

> Is it Gay to Watch Your Teammate on TikTok? (Asking for a friend) +

He’s sitting on the bed, dinner long since picked at, with his knees pulled up to his chest. He feels close to hyperventilating.

It’s playing on loop, some sappy little edit captioned “i need to find someone to look at me the same way oscar looks at lando”.

And really, who the fuck was going to tell him that Oscar smiles at him like that?

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/127611460?

• Fluff, Humor, Ship aware Lando (containment breach of RPF), Pining *4.6k

> HOCKEY!!! Shrimp Colors :) =

Montreal puts Oscar on waivers after years - years of bouncing from the feeder team up to the league, and then back down. Edmonton picks him up.

Edmonton keeps him. Lando does, too.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50562061/chapters/127728067?

• Non-Driver AU, Hockey AU, Leaf puts sports boys into other sports, Angst, Fluff *13.8k

> My Shelter in a Hurricane =

Oscar wants to help Lando get better after the disappointment of Qatar's GP qualification. He doesn't know how...

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50639854/chapters/127923673?

• Fluff, Established Relationship, Post-Qatar Quali, Slight Angst *1.4k

> Pretty When You Cry =

Lando wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry, rip his hairs out, punch a hole into a wall, maybe shove someone, or maybe all of the above.

Or: the mclaren boys comfort each other after that shipwreck of a qualifying.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50624551?view_adult=true#main

• Fluff, Slight Angst *1.4k

> Already Home = ♥️

Lando takes a deep steadying breath. “I think I might be in love with Oscar.” He says, and hates how immediately when he says the words, he knows it’s true.

“Right,” Max says, nodding. “And?”

“What do you mean, ‘and?’” Lando says, a little outraged. “I can’t be in love with him! We’re married! This is like, a disaster waiting to happen!”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50704861/chapters/128087614?

• Non-Driver AU, Fake Marriage, Falling in Love, Angst, Humor, Fluff *32.5k

> Do You Like Me? Y/N =

oscar & lando have an awkward plane conversation, aided by uquiz.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50706235/chapters/128091004?

• Fluff *3.8k

> Recreate the Sun =

“You know who you sound like when you say that?” Lando asks absently, tossing the open bag of Skittles to one side and hoisting himself up the bed to rest against the pillows, head tipped back, the jut of his Adam’s apple catching stark in the TV’s flickering light.

On some level, Oscar already knows what’s coming. The Cheshire cat grin Lando gives to the ceiling near enough confirms it.

“Who?”

“Mark Webber.”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48632239

• PWP, Weed use, Oscar/Mark mentions *3k

> Landoscar Cooking Show =

Lando and Oscar's love story through food-related posts on Instagram

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50825998#main

• Picture fic, Social media fic, Fluff *0k

> Little Renaissance = ♥️

And Oscar - people said he didn’t like the spotlight, didn’t know how to capture it and keep it the way Lando did. They always compared the two of them, in that regard. Even after Oscar left. But they weren’t right, the strangers, not after the first year at least.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50824324/chapters/128393929?

• Future Fic, Retirement, Angst, Pining, Acceptance, Happy Ending, Prose *14.2k

> Those Magic Changes =

“Yeah, right.” Oscar’s beer tastes stale in his mouth. “Sure there’s other perks though, right?”

Logan’s attention has been taken by his phone. Probably a girl, Oscar thinks, or his Mom. Maybe there’s a particularly big fish being shared in the family group chat. He types out a message then locks it with purpose, chucking it face down on the table.

“Yeah, I mean. You know what they say happens when you podium, right? The girl thing?”

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49308133#main

• Fem!Oscar, Smut, PWP *7.8k

> Sometimes I Start To Think You Hate Me Too =

Lando seems to have come to the conclusion that his strategy of appeasing him isn't working, so he opts for being impersonal, objective. "You were optimistic, Carlos locked up, you both crashed. It was a racing incident, and you - you are being dumb about it."

It doesn't work.

He scoffs, upset, he has never left anything well alone, he digs his heels deeper. "I wasn't too optimistic, I was inexperienced, was I not?"

OR,

The deep fear of yearning, wanting and needing without understanding the jealousy that consumes you. Breaking and breathing heavily under an awfully put facade of everything going well.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49659349/chapters/125339467?

• Angst, Inner Turmoil, Fluff, Happy Ending *3.7k

> Mine =

All in all, it’d been a shit weekend for Oscar. He knew he was beating himself up over understandable, expected rookie mistakes, he knew it was a great learning opportunity, he knew that the damage to his car hadn’t been entirely his fault on both occasions. Even if he didn’t show it or express it outwardly, it stung to watch his teammate stand on the podium - P3 - after all that’d happened. It hurt even more when that P3 became P2 before they’d even finished celebrating.

Lando moved up in the championship, so did the team. He deserved it, but it hurt like a bitch.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/51053692?view_adult=true#main

• PWP, Dom!Oscar *2.8k

> Sanctus = ♥️

“Nessun maggior dolore che ricordarsi del tempo felice ne la miseria,” Oscar read. Recited. Proclaimed.

“There is no greater sorrow than thinking back upon a happy time in misery,” Lando echoed.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50752399/chapters/128207113?

• Renaissance AU, Non-Driver AU, Angst, Master/Servant Relationship, Religious Imagery, Fluff, Happy Ending *5.5k

> Anything Less Than Human =

Oscar doesn’t really do entrances. Sure, in high society, it’s deemed necessary to stand at the top of some ridiculous staircase and wait for someone to announce your arrival. But that really only works in your favor if your name has any kind of good status associated with it.

Oscar’s not fortunate enough to fall into that category.

!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49902154/chapters/125979850?

• Vampire!Oscar, Masquerade Ball, Consensual Blood Sucking *2.7k

That’s all for now folks!

Authors (i love and cherish u all, you’re simply the light of my life):

@wanderingblindly @eisenberg @ocontraire @celientjeee @nyoomfruits @gaslybottoms and @ venerat (ao3 user)

P.S. whoever the nonnies are that wrote “Grand Theft August” and “We’re All in the Butter but Some of us are Watching the Cars” i would literally pay you to step on me, thanks and good night.

#fic rec #oscar piastri #lando norris #landoscar #landoscar fic rec #mctwinks #mclaren #formula one fic rec #formula one #f1

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 4 months

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Hello! I know you're one of the people who ship Moon and Solar (TSAMS) And y'all have gotten me into the ship as well! XD I'm not caught up on the lore of the show(s) So i haven't even seen Solar IN SHOW before (i am very behind to before Lunar was Sun and Moons brother :' D) But I have some ideas I'm debating writing for the ship buttt....I have no clue how Canon Solar acts??? Do you know if theres somewhere I could find a Summary on his personality? (and I suppose...new Moon?) I'll probably unintentionally make them OOC...never written for anything TSAMS related, but i'll try!

And is there a ship names thats...like used for them instead of Solar X Moon or is it just called that?

Anywho, I hope you have a good day/night!!! You make awesome stuff! (And I know theres been some people making drama over the ship, I hope you don't let them get to you too much tho!! <3 /P)

🦈Anon

AWESOME!

Heheheh. Thank you. I've been shipping these two since June 2023 so I'm glad I can share the brainrot and some people are more welcoming and cool then I expect. (mostly the ones who can't think critically are the youtube audience but that's expected. Since a lot of the youtube target audience are... like.. minors or really young adults who can't conceive the concept.)

I rewatch that Episode where Solar changes his name and rebuilds the Daycare in a week just for Moon constantly cause it's just... so much admiration and appreciation Moon has for Solar in that episode. I swear I don't know if it was a flub on the actor's part... but I swear Moon calls him 'sexy' as he's dragging him to charge. the stock sound effect of "OOOOH" doesn't help my APD and I've listened so many times and I have no possible idea what Moon could be saying to Solar other then 'come here you stupid, sexy-...." (trails off) sooo... idk. I might have misheard that severely but that's just what I'm hearing.

Like, in terms of New Lore of the show, it gets pretty complicated.

So complicated in fact, TSAMS themselves released a new video on the subject.... But it's NOT a very good guide, as it misses a lot of things. (and no I don't mean the stupid guest cameo stuff) this is more or less an abridged take on what happens with no emotional impact:

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Like, this is a good starting point if you want the barest of bones, but it misses so much stuff. I think they don't even mention how Solar gets introduced into this family. lol. Just like "yeah Im here and I helped kill Eclipse" fheahehf. It's a super well made video though, and I don't mind the editing mistakes (clearly when the actors change the avatar on screen.... whoops. Happens a few times)

There is also the Fan Wiki, but as of now, it is incomplete, (@twinanimatronics is working tirelessly on updating the wiki and I wish they got more reconignition from the tsams community as a whole ) but it does give a decent look into Solar

There is also the huge TSAMS Lore Document, which Ceph(twinanimatronics) also worked on which contains a further detailed explanation of the story so far, for those who don't have time to watch 2 years worth of youtube content that aren't in a concrete playlist. (TSAMS. PLAYLIST YOUR STUFF PROPERLY. YOU HAVE TWO YEARS OF LORE HERE)

Liike.... yeah... this is okay but like..

This is VRchat. Aka the lore. Which also includes when they play videogames in VRchat, which don't impact the story... Like Uno, Amongus and SCP stuff.....

And it doesn't divide the arcs. Something that TSAMS severely needs more then any other SB Show channel.

Also, in the early days, the gameplay videos USED to be part of the lore. As the concept of Eclipse itself, being a rouge evil ai that lived in Sun's head (as it was presented initially but we know the truth it was the killcode moon planted in Sun when they separated.)

These days, they kinda dropped the gameplay videos being directly connected to the over arching plot. Other then just saying that their vids are pre-recorded or "we're back" after an annual halloween takeover.

Not to mention... When Earth and Lunar got a show, they became intertwined with the Sun and Moon show. LAES is very much it's own thing, but it's the ONLY Security Breach Show that consists of two Original Characters spawned from the Sun and Moon show. A rarity. So their lore continues off from the Sun and moon show, giving more info on Lunar these days and Earth (their sister)

Then you have the Monty and Foxy show (which is my least favorite of the shows... Personal Preference. I try not to complain cus I know some people like it. But I do not like the plot points in that show, or the character writing and weird directions they take while being connected to the same universe.)

And Monty is a character voiced by Davis, who also voices Sun. So Monty started out as a prominent character on the Sun and Moon Show, and then got his OWN show... at a point in TSAMS history after Eclipse got the star and killed Lunar.

So yeah. I wish the playlists were better organized here. So we knew when each era starts.

(people say Matpat should get on this show lore... And noooooooo no thanks. Keep him away. We got you covered. Ceph honestly has enough info to make a video guide at this point.)

But long story short, Solar is a "Good Eclipse" from another dimension that the Old Moon introduced to Lunar, when Lunar was struggling with his trauma of leaving Eclipse. Good Eclipse and Lunar become friends.

Anyway, here are some key episodes that outline NewMoon and Solar's relationship, as Solar had never met the Old Moon.

Old Moon had never met Solar. It was New Moon who introduced himself to Solar to help defeating Eclipse once and for all. (and by this point lunar had died)

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He was actually surprised that this Moon was a chill Moon and could be reasoned with and talked to, considering he was living a rather oppressive life from his own Moon.

There's also a whole episode saga of just these two bantering and talking while they work on the satellite together. I can't remember which specific episodes those are.

You can also see the difference between the Evil Eclipse and Good Eclipse here in one of my all time favorite episodes:

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Moon saving Solar's life: (also the death of the bad Eclipse)

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Everything is good and happy after Eclipse dies for awhile. (aside of Ruin and Bloodmoon wrecking shit) He goes back to his own dimension... and you get to see what his sad life is like:

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From his Moon calling him "byproduct" and failure very often.

But... Something happens and Solar is forced to come to Moon's dimension

here's Solar at his poor little meow meow "I have nowhere to go" stage and just... thought to go to Moon immediately due to their history.

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Moon's only question about Solar moving in, is that if he wanted him to blacklist his dimension once he heard what was going on with his Moon.

And immediately, Solar jumps in to help Moon with his problems.

Also during the halloween takeover part 2 electric boogaloo, Solar was the one to help get Sun and Moon back after being teleported to a different dimension with no hopes of returning

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Also, after Ruin was cured and Bloodmon ran off, Solar rebuilt the ruined Daycare in a week. And Moon is so grateful for it. (i rewatch this episode a lot. It cemented the ship in my mind and built the commodity that they've been building up for months)

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We also get what Solar's daily life is like so far... How out of place he feels, being someone from a different dimension, despite the Brothers (and sister's) insistence, he still doesn't really feel like he's part of the family. He feels like an outsider. (He also has less opportunities to hang out with Lunar. As he expressed interest in playing games with him like the good old days, and as of recently, they have not yet)

also a good example of the Celestial family changing minds on family dynamics because they are robots. Lunar flat out rejected Vegeta-Animatronic is his brother even if he technically is. Like, they're robots. They can change their relationships to each other based on their word. I like to see it more flexible then it is in reality with actual people/humans.

Moon also trying to make Solar feel comfortable and feel like he's adjusting well here. Expressing his concern for him doing so much for him and his family. And hoping to not pressure him into so much work.

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As of recently, his Sun died, and he killed his Moon. And in his therapy session (on the Lunar and Earth Show) he expressed regret over "Leaving" them...

But he has not properly told anyone about this.

My reasoning is that he probably thinks that the family will jump on the chance to call him "Evil" .....They don't have good luck with Eclipses.... and every Eclipse they met other than him has been Evil. (that must weigh on you. Every version of yourself is deemed as evil across every dimension. You are the only good one. Maybe there is something wrong with you)

I'm already at the video limit, but on Lunar and Earth show, there is an interesting episode where Lunar goes into Solar's head, and his mindscape looks like the Willy Wonka TV room, because it was a movie he watched with his Sun before they separated and Sun died. Showing that he did care about his Sun a whole lot... Which is probably why he doesn't interact with our Sun that much alone.

He also compartmentalizes everything before he can feel emotions, playing his own memories in third person as if he's not experiencing them.

Not to mention, he organizes and separates his thoughts on NewMoon and HIS Moon, just so he won't associate the two.

I also missed what episode it was, but Solar is always the first to call Moon out when he's being angry, or irrational, and Sun admits in his therapy session, that Solar is the only person who can calm Moon down. (mainly cus he's used to it, but unlike his old moon, this moon listens)

Anyway...

I love Solar a lot, can you tell?

#danachan's replies #danachan's asks #solarmoon #solar x moon #Solar analysis

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sentientgolfball · 4 months

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Hi! So I was possibly wondering if you could do a lil something where reader is someone who is easily flustered and has a massive and I mean GIANT crush on the newly summoned ghoul, phantom. (Because I am totally normal about phantom) and little does reader know phantom also has this little massive giant crush as well and they are both like dancing around each other, and the other ghouls are like sick of their shit. Just like fluff fluff fluff ya know? I believe phantom deserves the best and I just wanna stare lovingly at him and memorize every little detail like a totally sane person :D

I’m so sorry that was kinda long 😭

I was already brainstorming when you sent the second one and I thought “oh this is PERFECT” >:]] hehehehe

Have some fluffy New Year’s party ghoul stuff

“What’s that?”

“It’s eyeliner.”

“Why’s it in like a bottle? Rory and Rain told me it’s a pencil.”

“I like the liquid more. I think it’s easier to use.”

Phantom makes a little ‘oh’ sound at your explanation. You try not to smile as you bring the tip of the brush to your eye. You can see Phantom staring at you with rapt attention through the mirror. His tail flicks every so often causing his piercings to jingle.

You were in the middle of getting ready for the New Year’s party that the Ministry decided to host, though it was more of an excuse to make sure the Siblings were starting the year right with a night full of sin than to actually celebrate the passage of time. Phantom had slinked into your room when he spied you doing your makeup through the crack of your door. He scared the shit out of you at first, but when they sat down on your little stool with a quiet purr, completely absorbed with everything you were doing, you couldn’t send them away. Well that and the absolutely massive crush you had on them. You thought it was a little silly, stereotypical, to fall head over heels for the new ghoul, but his sweet voice and never ending energy enthralled you. Luckily as a Sibling turned techie you were able to spend time with them without making it obvious.

“Can you give me that?”

They pick up the bottle of setting spray and hand it to you, fingers brushing against yours. You can feel the prickle of heat on your cheeks as you turn away from him. You close your eyes and spritz yourself a few times.

“What do you think?” You ask turning back towards him.

They stare at you with big round eyes for what seems like hours and you feel a gnawing deep in your gut.

“You’re so…it’s really sparkly” they smile so wide you can see every little fang.

“I thought the gold eyeshadow would be a fun touch.”

“I really really like it” his tail wags behind him.

“Want me to do yours?”

Their ears perk up “really!? You’d do that!”

“Of course I would Phant. Since you like it so much.”

He nods his head so it makes you laugh.

“Alright okay. Go get ready and we’ll go from there.”

They jump up so fast they almost fall over. Phantom runs out the door, throwing a little wave over his shoulder. While you wait for him to come back you sort through your supplies trying to come up with a good look for him. You tossed a few ideas around, but all of them fell through when you thought about the tone of his purple gray skin. All except one. You were hesitant to do it, you didn’t want there to be any assumptions, but you knew the same gold you used for yourself would look even better on him.

He came back faster than you thought, though, leaving with no time to think of a different look. He’s in a simple black button down with a gold tie undone around his neck. Now you really couldn’t pick a different color for them.

“Have you ever had your makeup done before?” You ask motioning for him to sit back on the little stool.

“Rory likes to try new things on me” he grins “and Rain’s been showing me how to do it myself!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! I really like it. It makes me feel pretty.”

You’re gorgeous

You bite your tongue and grab a spare headband. You gently brush his hair out of his face before putting it on him. He closes his eyes as you reach for the piles of brushes and pallets.

You stare at them as you work, taking in every detail of their face. You memorize every little branch of his lichtenberg figure scars. The slight sparkle to his skin you’d only ever notice this close up. The way his nose randomly twitches.

You memorize the feel of his face. The soft fuzz that covers his skin. The slight bump of the scars. The little buzz of quintessence just below the surface.

You pull your brush away from his eye and just look at him. He’s gorgeous to you with his eyes closed and a tiny little smile on his face. For just a moment you think about what it would be like to kiss them. You wonder if their lips would be as soft as their face. You wonder if they’d taste like the ozone that follows them. You wonder if they’d even kiss you back.

“Can I open?”

“Not yet” you fluster “I gotta do the other eye. Was just making sure you're symmetrical” You shake your head a little and then get back to work.

“There now I’m finished. Take a look.”

They open their eyes and look at the mirror. They gasp. His tail wags so hard it hits you in the leg.

“We you made us match! It’s so cool!”

“Yeah” you laugh at him “I thought the gold would look best on you and it’s a good thing I went with it” you gesture to the tie hanging loosely around his neck.

“Huh” they look down “oh! I forgot about that. Could uh…help me? I don’t know how, Cirrus does it for me.”

You turn him to face you, helping him tie it. You smooth your hands over his shoulders before turning him back towards the mirror.

“How’s that?”

He pulls you into a hug, rocking you a little.

“I love it so much. Thank you thank you thank you for doing this for me.”

You stare into the reflection as Phantom hugs you tight. The first thing you notice is how red you look. The second is how well your outfit and Phantom’s work together. Add that with your now matching makeup and it was almost like you were going to the party with them. Almost.

“We should go to the party together!”

What…

“What?”

He lets go of you “I think it would be fun!”

“Aren’t you uh aren’t you going with the other ghouls?”

“Well I mean yeah technically but we should still do it!”

Calm down and use your words you fool!

“Yes! Yeah you’re right it would be fun. Let’s do it.”

They trill and hug you again so hard they lift you a little into the air. You think your back cracks.

The party is held in the main chapel. The pews stored who knows where to turn the unholy space into the perfect ballroom. You used to hear stories of the fantastic balls that were thrown in the Ministry in honor of the Dark Lord, now that same place is filled with ghoul and human alike dancing, drinking, grinding with each other.

You and Phantom hang near one of the tables, neither of you wanting to jump right into the crowd. You grab some punch for you both, blissfully unaware that it’s been spiked by a certain Dewdrop and Sunshine ghoul. You sip and chat about whatever comes to mind. You also have to briefly explain to Phantom the concept of New Years from a human perspective.

“You’re forgetting the most important part dear Sibling” Swiss saunters over to where you and Phantom stand.

You raise an eyebrow.

“You forgoooot to tell them you have to kiss someone when it’s midnight” he wiggles his eyebrows at Phantom.

“Kiss someone?”

“Yeah it’s just some silly tradition that people do. Something about setting the tone for the rest of the year.”

“Silly” Swiss clutches his chest like he’s been wounded “What’s silly about wanting to start the year with some loooove.”

You briefly wonder how many drinks Swiss has had already.

“I have to kiss someone?”

“No Phant you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Nobody is gonna make you.”

In an instant Swiss seems to sober up “Sibling, do you mind if I borrow him for a moment?”

“Of course not. I’ll be right here when you’re done with him.”

Swiss grins and grabs Phantom by the arm dragging him along. You crane your neck to see them to the opposite side of the room where Mountain and Cumulus are standing. Suddenly you wish you had ghoul senses or the ability to read lips as you watch the very animated conversation. Cumulus’ eyes flick over accidentally catching yours. Swiss elbows her and laughs, turning back towards the conversation.

You feel yourself go red. They were definitely talking about you. What could they possibly be talking about? Had you done something? Were they upset that Phantom went with you?

You notice Phantom glancing back over at your table and they’re practically glowing. No wait, they were glowing. The lichtenberg scars are lit up with quintessence. They looked nervous.

You decide maybe it would do you good to get some air. The heat from the party and whatever the hell was in your drink was making you feel fuzzy. You leave through one of the back doors of the chapel that thankfully weren’t locked. It spits you out into the courtyard. You sit on one of the stone benches and stare up at the twinkling stars.

“Hi.”

You jump hearing Phantom’s voice.

“Hi.”

You don’t look at him. You continue to gaze at the sky. He sits next to you on the bench.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Thinking.”

“About what?”

You

“Life. How lucky I was to join the Ministry and do something I’m passionate about. How excited I am to see what the year has for us.”

“Us?”

You feel that prick on your skin and your mind telling you to backpedal, come up with an excuse, but you don’t. A nice feeling of warmth has spread through your body and you feel relaxed. You feel your nerves melt.

“I mean…you’re not going anywhere anytime soon, so there’ll be plenty of us in the new year. We can hang out more.”

“You wanna hang out with me?”

“Phant of course I do! You’re so sweet! And silly! I just never know what to say.”

It’s silent for a beat.

“You know I can read thoughts, right?”

You don’t say anything. You don’t know what to say.

“When someone touches me I can feel their thoughts.”

Oh. OH.

He reaches his hand out, hesitating for a moment. When you don’t try to shift away they place their hand on yours. You turn and look at them and you see the universe looking back. You don’t know if it’s the drinks, some freaky quintessence magick, or something else but everything feels honey slow. Your eyes trace the features you were so enamored with when they were in your room.

Scars

Fuzz

Nose

Lips

Under the glow of the pale moonlight you can practically see every constellation in those little, discrete sparkles of his skin. Their mouth moves and all you can think about is kissing them. He can feel it. He repeats himself, shifting closer to you.

“I think I like you.”

You kiss him. You can’t think of anything to do. It’s all your mind can focus on. It’s soft and sweet and he tastes like frost covered apples and ozone. You feel that buzz of quintessence rise and pop in the air. It feels warm. It feels like coming home and seeing people you haven’t in years. It feels like cuddling under a new blanket. It feels like the first sip of a warm drink after playing in the snow.

When the kiss breaks you keep your foreheads pressed together. You can feel him smile before laughter fills the courtyard. He kisses you again and again and again. The Ministry bell tower rings out and they pull you in and kiss you long and deep, not letting go until the chimes fall silent.

“I hope I did it right. Is it breaking the rules to do it before midnight?” he whispers.

“Even if it was, I wouldn't care. As long as you promise more for the whole year.”

“Deal” he giggles

“Happy new years Phantom” you kiss him again.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #phantom ghoul #the band ghost fic #phantom x reader #golfball writes

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annymation · 29 days

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The au about the transformation of Aster into a black hole sounds like a horror au now I'm going to have nightmares((( Write something else about the Star!Asha and the Human!Aster, please, I really like this au as well as the Kingdom of Wishes

Well thank you! I've always wanted to write darker stuff heheheh

But yeah I do owe you all some wholesome scenes don't I? So let's explore the Role Swaps Au a lil bit!

So how about we go with the scene Star!Asha and Human!Aster are at Aster's old home and they start getting to know each other better? Well, Aster isn't an artist in this AU, he's a musician, so unlike the original rewrite, Star!Asha wouldn't get in a sketch book, she'd get in a music sheet.

Here's how that'd play out:

Aster and Asha were now inside Aster's old home, it was quite tidy up despite being abandoned for years. Aster was humming to himself the song Asha sang earlier, "I'm A Star" while trying to play it on his grandfather's mandolin

"Shouldn't you be going to sleep?" Asked the star girl while exploring each and every thing inside the house, she had a radiant smile that only grew bigger and bigger with every new thing she found "I've seen that humans do that a lot at night, must be important"

"How can I possibly sleep? After I just wished upon a star and somehow that brought down a magical princess from the sky?" They asked, still astounded that this is all really happening and it's not just a dream

"Hihihi I'm not a princess silly, I just chose to look like one cause... Well, you seemed like you could use some inspiration to figure out what to do, and princesses often inspire people in fairytales" She explained while floating above Aster

"I guess so, but what does that make me though? Your knight or something? Heheheh" He said more so jokingly, referring to how he'll have to hide her and keep her safe from the royals

"I don't see why not, you're already handsome like one after all" Asha smiled innocently, stating that as if it was simply something obvious

Aster's eyes widened and his cheeks turned bright red. Did the most beautiful and literally etherial girl he has ever seen really think they were "handsome"???... Nah, that's probably how she treats anyone, Aster is just an average guy.

He stutters trying to think of something to change the subject, still blushing as red as a tomato "Hah-a umm Thanks??? UH- You- you sang just like a-a princess too heh heh" Aster feels himself growing even redder

"Awwn thanks!" Asha didn't seem to notice how flustered he was at all "I'm sure you have a beautiful singing voice too! Can you play for me? Pleeeeeaaaseee" the star adorably asked, her eyes sparkled with what seemed to be little stars twinkling inside her pupils

"... Maybe later, I get rather shy when playing in front of people I've just met" He said, looking at his grandfather's mandolin with downcast eyes

"Oh... That's alright!" Asha was sad for a second but her smile quickly returned as she got an idea "I can play your songs instead!"

And with that, Asha jumped inside Aster's note book, where he composes and writes his music sheets. She turns herself into a black and white drawing, dancing through the pages, stepping on each note, magically making music come from the book. Aster gazes in awe and laughs as she uses the notes to make funny sounds and melodies while the two continue chatting through the night.

........

And that's it, hope you liked this little piece of Star! Asha and Human! Aster!

#wish reimagined #wish rewrite #kingdom of wishes #ask #Kingdom of wishes AU

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luvvixu · 8 months

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dazai x reader (she/her)

🏠🧵home sweet home pt. 3

series

genre: fluff, domestic au

synopsis: just another day at dazai's household. but the difference is, your daughter is preparing to go with you in your work because you are finally back on track after giving birth to you and dazai's little princess.

warning: none

word count: 2.4k

a/n: yey, another update about this series hehehehe. ive been very busy preparing for the new school year and i suddenly got inspired writing this by dreaming of having a child of my own :(

song: daisy. by wave to earth

a few months later after emi was born, your life had changed drastically because you had to keep up with baby schedules. but you're not complaining tho, you love this life.

you have a silly yet caring husband and a very adorable little bean beside you. they are the puzzle that completes you and this is the life you have been waiting for after all these years.

as of the moment, you are preparing the necessities like diapers, baby formula, clothes, towels, toys, and other stuff for your cute baby emi. you are happily humming your favorite song when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist.

it was your sleepy husband, dazai osamu.

"good morning, my little insomnia." you greeted him with a smile as dazai just replied with a yawn and nuzzles deeper in your neck, planning to go back to sleep.

"yah! don't fall asleep there!" you gently nudge him. and after a lot of small hits, your husband emits a groan before detaching from you.

"you're up so early. what are you doing?" his husky voice vibrates down your spine. so deep and so hot that it felt like your knees were about to kneel.

"i'm preparing all the things emi need." you simply replied.

"for what?" he asked, and you stared at him weirdly. looks like his soul was still sleeping, with his eyes trying to lift his heavy eyelids down to consecutive numbers of yawns. it looked so funny and adorable at the same time.

"we were bringing emi to our workplace, remember?" you reminded him and something in his eyes tells that he finally remembered.

your husband let out an 'o' in realization. "oh right, right…and you're running an errand with the president?" he pulled you harder on his embrace, showing his upcoming concern.

"yup," your first mission was to accompany fukuzawa on a meeting with the police officials of yokohama to hear the current issues and give possible mend to them.

"will you be alright?" being the worrisome husband he is, he is concerned for you. dazai temporarily releases himself from you.

you turned your gaze to him as he was there, leaning on the kitchen counter while crossing his arms. "darling, i've been on maternity leave for like almost a year now. not to mention, emi is now eight months old and can barely walk. besides, i've been dying to go back to work." you patted his cheek playfully.

"on the contrary, i should be the one asking you that, will you be alright? emi is becoming quite a handful now. she's really cranky over the little things she doesn't like. i think you spoiled her too much." you added.

"hey, it's not my fault that emi is so irresistible." dazai defends himself while he raises his arms in defeat.

a chuckle escapes from your lips as you give him a peck. "i know, and i'm not even blaming you." his lips are a bit dry because he just woke up and probably didn't brush his teeth, yet. "now move, i'm going to cook us some breakfast." you shove him away but dazai cage you in his arms again.

"osamu, let me go! i need to cook." you wriggle but still fail due to his grip is heavenly strong.

"kiss me more." dazai puckered his lips and you granted him with your kisses.

"again." chu…one kiss.

"again." chu…two kisses.

"again—"

"haha, nope. that's enough. i really need to cook." you block his face with your palm as you let out a giggle. you could even feel his lips and tongue teasing your palm.

you immediately moved your hand away as it was becoming ticklish. dazai was pouting at you, a smile broke upon your lips and decided to ruffle his messy bed hair.

"go and wake up emi instead. it's now seven o'clock in the morning and she needs to follow her schedule." you said.

"but kisses…." he mumbles like a child who lost his balloon.

"i'll give you as many as you want later." you rolled your eyes playfully and shooed him to wake up his daughter. dazai let out a little cheer before happily skipping his way towards the nursery.

you just chuckle at your husband's silly action before deciding to officially start the day with cooking breakfast.

meanwhile, dazai enters the nursery quietly with a big smile on his lips. waking his daughter up was his favorite thing everyday. he got to see the adorable yawn and the way emi would cuddle her little head on his shoulder if enough to make his day complete.

dazai approaches the crib silently, and there he sees his little princess still sleeping peacefully. a burst of happiness engulfed his whole chest, emi is so adorable.

and as much as he doesn't want to wake her up because emi looked so peaceful while sleeping, he has to follow her schedule. leaning on the crib, he gently rubs her head and belly to wake her up.

"emi-chan~ wake up, my little princess." dazai called softly. he watches emi slowly stretching up her limbs along with a cute yawn.

his smile widens when emi opens her eyes and looks at him. "good morning, emi! did you have a good sleep?" as a response, emi just looked at him with wide eyes and tilted her head slightly.

"i'll take that as a yes." dazai giggles like a child before picking up his daughter gently into his arms. emi immediately planted her little head on dazai's shoulder, just like every time he would pick her up.

dazai kisses her chubby cheeks. "let's go and meet mama, hmm?" emi just rubbed her eyes at him, dazai smiled once more and grabbed her hands. with that, he started to head downstairs with emi in his arms.

"mama! we are here~" dazai jogged his way towards you with emi giggling in his arms, laughing how she goes up and down while her father is running.

you arch your neck to their direction with a smile as you are busy flipping the eggs. "there's my little princess~" you cooed. dazai knows his job and just stays a bit far away from you so that emi wouldn't get splashed by the hot oil and damage her silky smooth skin.

"i already made her baby formula. it's on the kitchen counter." you pointed the baby bottle in front of him. your husband grabs it before proceeding to the couch to feed her.

"who's hungry? who's hungry?" dazai playfully bounces her as emi's eyes sparkles at the sight of her baby bottle. she also tries to grab it with her adorable arms hanging in the air.

"it's emi!" he let emi suck the bottle with a smile on his face. he loves watching his daughter silently drinking her milk while playing with his hands.

his eyes soften to its extent, only you and emi are able to make him do that. the way his furrowed expression would go loose at the sight of his family is something that could be seen as wholesome.

a sudden weight shifts beside him. looking, he saw you, his wife smiling dearly at them. your heart is pumping happiness against your chest, dazai is a great dad despite his traumatic backstory.

"now i know, i don't have to worry for you and emi." you said.

"what's that even supposed to mean?" dazai lifted up his head with a laugh as he looked at you.

"nothing." you sing-sang, standing up once more to bring his coffee.

"anyway, you should go and get yourself ready for work…or do you want to bathe emi first?!" you yelled at the kitchen.

"of course i'll go with the second option!" dazai replies.

"alright, i gotta prepare her clothes then!"

seconds later, you came back with a coffee and egg toast in your hand. "at least take this coffee first before you need to have some breakfast." you placed his food on the coffee table.

your husband gently passes you your little girl so that he could eat his breakfast. when emi was finally in your arms, you showered her with a lot of kisses and giggles. dazai smiled at you two, his morning was complete just by the sight of his family.

"wah~ emi's getting adorable each day!" you said through your kisses. emi was laughing about the ticklish sensation your lips brings on her cheeks. those totally adorable laughs ascended the both of you through the bliss of life.

"are you excited for your first trip at the agency?" you asked your daughter, only to receive an undistinguished babble as her response.

"me too! i can't wait to show emi around. oh, and papa will take care of you for a meantime at the agency. mama and grandpa yukichi have some errands to do." you continued to sweet baby talk, and emi was just looking at you innocently all the time as you talk.

"where was the place you're going, again?" your husband asked.

"i'm not sure. the president did not provide me with any information. i think the agenda is still in process, but my hunch is it's just somewhere near here in yokohama." as you are talking, emi was trying to put her hand on your mouth like a little mischief she is. she would giggle every time you would playfully bite her hand.

"nevertheless, you don't have to be worried, 'samu. i've got fukuzawa-san beside me." you continued, intentionally giving him some comfort against his worried denouement.

dazai finished his breakfast and now he's excited to finally get ready with his baby. "let's get you ready, my little belladonna!" he raises emi up and pampers her with kisses.

"i already prepared her bath. her clothes are also on our bed." you reminded him before going to the kitchen and cleaning the dirty dishes.

"careful, emi. i don't want any water to go inside your ears." dazai hums softly as he bathes his daughter who is busy playing with bubbles.

"don't try to eat the bubbles, okay? soap doesn't taste as good as milk." he joked. emi just looked at him innocently before she was about to put her handful of bubbles into her mouth.

"ah! ah! what did i say? no eating soap bubbles!"

"what's going on here?" you peak your head at the bathroom door just to see your husband and daughter both looking at you. you are fully dressed and ready to go to work. now, it might be a wonder how come that you are the one to finish first when it was your babies who got in the bathroom first.

simple, motherhood. you learned how to act fast according to the time on your schedule and that makes you even more cautious of time since you have a little child and your husband is not always at home due to his work. sometimes, you reminisce about some things like how fast you were to eat, shower, and do the household chores while emi was sleeping (your baby is a light sleeper, sadly).

"what's with that look?" you giggled at his childish expression, a look that looked like he just got his lollipop stolen.

"emi was eating the bubbles!" dazai pouted like a toddler.

your laugh slows down. "you know her, everything looks like food to her. a-are you sure you don't want my help?"

"our little princess might be stubborn just like her mama and papa, but i'm more stubborn than her." dazai gave you a thumbs up.

"alright, just call me if you change your mind. i'll be taking a shower for now." you skipped your ways towards the other bathroom to get yourself ready for your first job after maternity leave.

within a few minutes, emi was finally done and fully dressed. she was napping peacefully in her mother's cage as they were waiting for dazai to finish preparing himself.

time check, it's now nine o'clock and only half an hour left before they go to work. right now, you are busy scrolling from your phone while emi is drinking your milk. a notification popped in your phone, a message from fukuzawa.

<I apologize for the late notice but I'm afraid we might finish the meeting late. They add another agenda by patrolling on the vicinities with high crime rate here in Yokohama.

<Good morning, y/n.

there's something in his typings that makes you laugh. you try not to voice it out loud in front of him, but he's a boomer in terms of digitized chatting. also, was it greeting a good morning should come first? damn, what an old man.

<oh it's alright, president! i'll just inform my husband about this so they could go home early.

<Oh right… Little Emi is going here today, am I right?

<yes. osamu and i have decided to bring her with us since i'm coming back to work and we're still unable to find a very trustworthy nanny.

<will that be alright? you know, bring our daughter while working.

<Of course. I'm sure the people here wouldn't mind having a little company. By that means, they would be extremely happy to see your baby and this place would be very lively.

<Although, I am quite worried that this may attract some thugs and plan an ambush.

<it's better for her to go there since not only osamu was there, but also the whole ada themselves.

<You got a point.

<anyway, i am going to drop this conversation for now. my husband just finished taking a shower, we might be there in the next 20 minutes.

<Very well. I'll see you later. Be careful on your way here.

<will do. thanks dad!

<🙂👍

it was no surprise that fukuzawa was fond of those old emojis. it was also no surprise that he lets you call him dad. i mean, he was technically your dad after all.

when you were younger, he took care of you after his former colleagues–who were your parents, unfortunately got killed. you were there when he formed the armed detective agency. especially, you were there when the current members got recruited.

"shall we head out now?" a voice calls for your attention. looking up from your phone, you saw your husband smiling at you, wearing his signature beige trench coat that is so hard to wash since it's too heavy when it gets wet.

"took you long enough, emi is now asleep."

"figured."

with that, he helps you situated in the car. he made sure that all of emi's necessities are complete. he made sure that emi was comfortable in her mini bed and was safe and secured. and of course, he made sure that you're also comfortable, safe, and secured.

"buckle up, baby. our little emi's going to have a lot of fun today."

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marsbar17 · 7 months

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No one has requested Genshin yet so I'm going to. XiaoAetherLyney, you've got this darling

Nsfw and Sfw <33

It's time to bring the genshin fandom to my account hehehehe >:)

XiaoAetherLyney headcannons hot and ready for dinner my children

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《SFW》

• Aether absolutely adores Xiao, and after they met in Liyue, Aether quickly made it his mission to date Xiao

• Xiao thinks that Aether is like a shining light, an angel of sorts, but he doesn't want to bother Aether with his karmic debt

• Xiao can't stop Aether from hanging around him though, and eventually gives in to dating him

• They grow closer over their time together and Aether always comes back to liyue with trinkets from his adventures

• Xiao is just happy that Aether loves him even though he's far from perfect in his eyes

• Aether goes to Fontaine and comes back with magic playing cards, a friend gave them to him

• Aether took Xiao to Fontaine to watch his new friend Lyney perform, and Xiao could see how Aether's eyes lit up watching him

• It's the same way he looks at Xiao

• Eventually, Aether brings up the idea of polyamory, and maybe him being able to have another partner

• "It's that guy, Lyney, right?"

• With a little bit of convincing, Xiao agrees to try it out, and then Aether gained another boyfriend

• In the beginning, Xiao didn't want to be all friendly with his lovers new boyfriend, but he tolerated Lyney

• I feel like they never really got super close, they dont regard eachother as lovers, it's more a love arrow than a triangle

• They aren't like, revolted by eachother. Lyney is fine with Xiao, Xiao just doesn't feel romantically attracted to him.

• Plus, it took him a while to just get close with Aether, he doesn't want to go through the whole insecurities and shit all over again

• But they'll both wrap their arms around Aether, share knowing looks when their boyfriend is being cute, glare at people who are acting off towards their boyfriend, that stuff

• Lyney will flirt with Xiao jokingly, but he knows that Xiao doesn't want anything serious

《NSFW》

• Xiao tops, as much as I love Xiao being bottom in some ships, he tops here

• In the beginning it was just Aether being bottom and Xiao and Lyney sharing him, but as time went on and Xiao warmed up to the other Lyney slowly became the switch/middle one in the relationship

• Aether loves being between them, one length I his ass and one in his mouth, being filled from both ends

• Xiao is very possessive of Aethers mouth because he gets to be the one to watch his eyes fill with tears from the pleasure and all the pretty expressions on his face

• Lyney doesn't mind where he is, he just wants to be a part of it dbshjsja

• Xiao loves holding Aether up so he has to look him in the eyes while Lyney keeps fucking him from behind

• Xiao is the slightly rougher top, face-fucking Aether while Lyney praises him for taking it so well

• Can yall tell I might have a thing for sucking dick? Cuz I do jdndnnaja. My poor girlfriend hates me

• Occasionally, if Aether is out and one of them is horny, they'll help each other out, but it doesn't go further than hand jobs or sometimes blow jobs

• And Lyney is always more eager to help out Xiao than the other way around

• I feel like there might be a little bit of bondage and dom/sub shit going on but I cant see them being super kinky

• Lil bit of spanking, lil bit of rope, lil bit of kneeling, all the good shit

• I bet you one day Aether whined about how he wants even more and Lyney suggests he take both of them in his hole at the same time

• Aether melts, he wants it so bad

• He loves feeling full, loves it when both his boyfriends use him at the same time

• Having two boyfriends means double the amount of aftercare :)

• Hot baths are a favorite, along with cuddling in a pile and watching a movie or smth, they always just make sure Aether feels good

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I'm so tired, peace out yall

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mariaofdoranelle · 8 months

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Hiiiii for your drabelfest can i have a jealous ex chaol???

Lost the Breakup

Written for my Drabblefest

Nonnie, you absolutely can. I’m addicted to Maisie Peters’ new album, so I took some inspiration from it if you don’t mind heheheh

Also, I wasn’t clear in the post but the Drabblefest legislator (me) is adamant about writing for every single ask I receive!! with very few exceptions that involve creepy illegal stuff. but i’m okay with writing fun illegal stuff like drugs or murder. allegedly. don’t look at me, fbi agent.

Warnings: language, this fic isn’t Chaol-friendly

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If anyone asked Aelin why she was sitting at a bar tonight, she wouldn’t know how to explain it. At least not without telling that last month she got the news that she’s not exciting and her boyfriend—now ex—isn’t in love anymore.

What she did know is that she must look pathetic having a drink by herself—which was definitely not the plan when Fenrys said he’d find someone to make her ex jealous. She sighed and texted her friend.

Aelin: where the hell is your himbo

Fen: on his way

Fen: just so you know

Fen: i picked him for his height and hotness

Fen: not his personality

Aelin: you’ll owe me one if he’s boring

Fen: i’m literally saving your ass

“Hey,” a highly familiar voice said when Aelin was texting a snarky response. “it’s been forever.”

“Hi,” Aelin gave him a taut smile. “what a coincidence.”

And by that, she meant what a coincidence that after stalking every college bar you go to on Instagram, checking which posts with daily plans you and your friends liked, and narrowing it down to two options, we ended up in the same place at the same time.

“So…” Chaol cleared his throat. “you wanna get a drink? Like, together.”

When Aelin opened her mouth to say no, a guy she recognized from the football team—Ronan? Roman?—put his arm around her shoulder and looked down at Chaol.

“Babe.” He cocked his head, looking down at Chaol. “Is he bothering you?”

Still sitting on her stool, Aelin leaned her head against Ronan’s torso, sent Chaol a fake apologetic look and said, “I’m kinda busy, but thanks.”

“Sure.” Chaol gave them a stiff nod. His jaw was tight, his movements unnaturally smooth as he walked away with clenched hands on his sides.

Dear Mala, it looked a lot like Aelin was about to win the breakup.

Ronan’s eyes were squinted at Chaol as her ex walked out. “The way Fenrys begged me to come here to make him jealous made me think he’d at least be hot.”

Aelin opened her mouth with a retort ready, but closed it again when something clicked “What do you mean Fenrys begged you to come?”

“I only came when he made it clear he was asking for a favor, not playing matchmaker.”

Aelin sipped her Moscow Mule, trying to figure Ronan out. “You won’t have a date with a girl unless it’s to make her ex jealous?”

He snorted. “Not a date Fenrys finds me, no.”

After brief introductions and a round of drinks, Aelin found out his name was actually Rowan, not her other guesses. She was so close, but the roll her tongue did while pronouncing his actual name made it much sexier.

Also, she made a mental note to thank Fenrys later. She asked for a usual hot guy, and her friend sent her the gods’ favorite soldier, built like an ancient warrior.

“Tell me how this short man broke your heart.”

Aelin wrinkled her nose. What a way to burst her horny bubble.

“He told me a month ago that he was bored in our relationship, and—“

“And?” Rowan’s tone was surprised, his eyebrows raised. “He insulted your charity work, and there’s more?”

Aelin groaned with her head in her hands, then focused back on Rowan. “We decided to take a break, and two days later Chaol’s ex told me he’d been hitting on her for a week.”

“Guilty of attempted cheating. He’s a piece of shit.” Rowan leaned closer to her. “And if you want, I can, you know…” he sneaked a look at Chaol's way and cracked his knuckles.

“No need, but thanks.” Aelin squeezed his forearm, a laugh almost bursting out of her. “I’m flattered, though.”

Rowan’s eyes widened. “I wasn’t being serious.”

“I doubt that.” She gave him a mischievous smile. “But you can be serious about dancing with me.”

Rowan’s face was starting to twist into a grimace when he stopped and looked at where her hand touched his skin. When he looked back up, something in his eyes had shifted.

He turned his palm up, held her wrist, pulled her close and whispered to her ear, “His friends are watching us, wanna give them something to look at?”

“We should make out.” Aelin licked her lips, taking his ravenous eyes in. “In the name of torturing exes, that is.”

Before she knew it, Rowan took her mouth as if he owned it.

He held her face and neck with both hands, and their languorous kiss turned into something much more fervent when he got up and pressed her against the bar counter.

She burned from the inside out with every flick of his tongue, Rowan luring her into a passionate haze where there was nothing but restless hands, his pine-scented cologne and broad shoulders blocking her from the outside world.

Someone cleared their throat behind Aelin, making them break their kiss. On the other side of the counter, the bartender was watching them with a bored look.

“Do you mind moving over to another place? This area is for ordering drinks.”

They gave him a quick apology and Rowan led her to another part of the bar.

“I can’t see your ex anymore,” he said, looking around while they explored the place. “but his friends are still here.”

Aelin smiled. She hoped she’d pissed Chaol off enough to leave.

“You know what’ll make him go berserk?” Rowan asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

She wiggled her eyebrows. “I’ll do it.”

“If we get out of here together,” he whispered in her ear.

“Fuck, yeah.” Aelin said in a husky tone, her breath heavy as she wrapped her arms around him. “And we should go to my place. My front-door neighbor’s girlfriend’s best friend babysits his little brother.”

Rowan’s parted lips slowly morphed into a smirk. “We can’t lose that opportunity, right?”

“Absolutely not.” Aelin ran her fingers through his hair. “And I think we could do that some other time too. Just for reinforcement.”

Aelin would say she won the breakup, but she barely remembered it as Rowan pulled her face to his again.

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howlinchickhowl · 8 months

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Returning for some penpal action for @gallavichthings a.u.gust. This one is a scooch NSFW, hehehehe.

Picasso Baby fifteen - penpals

Every day in the joint is a lot like the one before, and the one before that. Woken unwillingly by the aggressive flash of the strip lights coming on, cold shower, sloppy eggs on stale toast, and then the laundry. Six hours of steam and starch and stains that don’t come out even after being boiled. Every day follows the same relentless pattern, with one exception. One bright spot in the drudgery of Mickey’s days. Every day after work, during their allocated free time, the mail gets delivered, and every week, on Thursdays, Mickey gets a letter.

He’d been skeptical at first. His rehabilitation advisor, because that’s a thing they had at this prison, had been keen for him to join one of the programs they offered, said it showed willingness to make a change, would look good on his record for when his parole came up. There were a few different options, book club, drama therapy, all of them sounded like shit that was more likely to get Mickey into more trouble than out of it, so he’d picked this. Fucking penpal scheme, get paired up with some do-gooder on the outside to write letters with.

Mickey’s guy, Ian, he was kind of a lot at first, overly formal, way too fuckin’ enthusiastic. He had this irritatingly positive way of writing, always trying to see the bright side of shit. Took Mickey a couple months of getting rubbed up the wrong way every Thursday to finally blow his top and let the guy know it don’t matter how hard he tries, there’s no fuckin’ bright side when you’re looking at the uphill stretch of a five year bit, and Mickey would appreciate it if he’d give up and just talk normal.

After that he got less irritating. Stopped trying to tell Mickey how to feel about shit and started asking him more about himself, started sharing a bit more of himself with Mickey. He was an EMT, training to be a paramedic. He had a bunch of brothers and sisters, a dead mom and a bum dad, and some sort of brain disorder that Mickey had to look up in the prison Library and still doesn’t understand a lot about.

He’s an interesting guy, a little too fond of puns to be considered really funny, but Mickey likes him, likes hearing from him, doesn’t mind answering his nosy questions and telling him all the shit that’s going on in the lockup each week, the stuff that goes through his head sometimes in his darker moments. There’s something, now they know each other a little better, about Ian that makes Mickey feel calmer, more relaxed. Happier. Or something.

It was Ian who had persuaded him to start drawing again, said Mickey needed an outlet or some shit, sent him a fancy sketchbook and some pencils, and Mickey had sat running his fingers over that sketchbook every night for a whole week before he’d even dared to put something down in it. And then, he didn’t know what to draw.

When he used to draw as a kid it was always whatever was around, guns and spliffs and bleeding fists, black eyes and swastikas and girls with massive tits. He started sketching out a glock, used to be his favorite thing to draw, and just ran out of steam. Didn’t want to start this blank white page with relics of his old life.

When he’d told Ian about it, in his next letter, he’d felt stupid. It was just a fucking drawing of a gun, it shouldn’t bother him this much. But Ian’s reply had been so full of understanding, of sympathy, and he had made Mickey feel like it was ok. Like it was totally reasonable to not want to fill his new book with shit that was violent and hollow and fuckin’ evil. And he gave Mickey a few ideas of things he could draw instead.

He started to send pictures, visual references for Mickey to work from, an L platform at dawn, a hand holding a hotdog. Ian’s hand. And hadn’t that been a shock to the system.

It was. Big. That hand. Long freckled fingers wrapped around a jumbo dog, a glob of mustard on a massive thumb. Mickey had spent a lot longer than he had ever intended to staring at that hand and wondering how big it was compared to his own. Compared to other parts of him. He drew the hand, over and over, holding the hotdog, holding a cup of coffee, holding someone’s throat, holding a throbbing hard cock right on the verge of blowing its load. He got kind of obsessed with the hand, desperate to know what the other parts of Ian looked like.

Was the rest of him as big as his hand implied? Where did that hand lead? What was his face like? His chest? His cock? On impulse he had shoved one of his tamer compositions into his next letter to Ian and implied, heavily, that he was thinking about doing more life drawing and could use some further references to draw from.

And in his very next missive Ian had come through in a big fucking way. Mickey must have stared at the pictures he sent for hours before he could even bring himself to put pencil to paper. And for hours since, studying the lines of his absurdly handsome face, tracing the outline of his shoulder in his white tanktop, touching his fingertips to Ian’s lips, spread wide in a glorious smile directed at the stupid bright pink flower he’s holding in his perfect massive hand.

He’d sent back a drawing, his interpretation of Ian holding the flower, and written something about wanting to help him with his studies of musculature, not able to help himself, not even sure if Ian would read anything into it. But hoping all the same that he would.

And Ian, Ian had fucking delivered. He’d sent Mickey a silly shirtless picture of himself doing a strongman pose, and Mickey had worn a whole pencil down to the nub doing different studies of his chest, his biceps, his fucking throat. He’d sent a couple of them by return and from there their correspondence had devolved into a spiraling series of near pornographic exchanges with increasingly flirtatious letters all leading upto what Mickey is expecting in his delivery today.

An actual picture of Ian’s actual cock. Hard. Potentially with fluids. They’ve been building up to it for a while, and Mickey can hardly catch his breath every time he so much as thinks about it. He’s sat on his bunk, breathing shallow and trying not to think about it too hard when Jensen comes by with the mail. He passes the letter to Mickey like it’s nothing, just another day, just another letter from Mickey’s state assigned penpal, just another tick in Mickey’s column on the rehab officer’s form. He couldn’t be more wrong.

Mickey waits until just before bedtime to open it, doesn’t want to risk his bunkmate seeing anything he shouldn’t, luckily he’s got the top bunk so there’s no chance of having his shoulder looked over. He clambers up and shoves his legs under the cover, shimmying down until he’s only half upright and carefully opens the envelope, he doesn’t want to tear it completely in case he needs to cover up something incriminating.

And fucking hell. Incriminating is fucking right. It’s all right there. Ian’s huge fucking hand holding onto his, fucking hell, proportionate fucking cock. Hard as a ramrod and flushed pink and fucking. Glistening. With lube, or with pre-come, or sweat, or Christ with spit. Endless possibilities for Mickey to ponder on, play with in his mind. The tip is beaded with a perfect drop of clear liquid that makes Mickey’s mouth water, he can practically taste it.

Ian’s letter is long, like usual, guy has a lot to say, and Mickey will read it properly tomorrow at breakfast when his head isn’t so clouded with bedtime thoughts. But there is a short note attached to the photograph that puts a devilish smile across Mickey’s lips as he reaches down into his shorts to grab ahold of himself.

Send me a drawing of you in return. Any part you like ;)

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Yandere Male Musume | Barricade

Last Part

Sipping at the beverage in your mug you tried to relish in the sanctity of your new door. Just yesterday Smith miraculously appeared with a hungry stomach and Pypi’s exchange student card in hand. Waving the construction workers in he adamantly demanded you not have sex with any of your tenants which earned some whines before those two specifically Milo took that as an opportunity to start another fight.

“Hey uh, Smith since it's so crucial that I don’t do that could you maybe put a–monster boy proof specialized door.”

You figured you’d give it a try while he was maintaining this facade he might as well buy into your barricade. Smith stopped chuckling as he pushed his sunglasses further up his nose as you assumed he was peeking at the monster-boys wrestling on the ground behind.

“Sure babe. All to make sure you don’t push yourself onto these boys?”

There seemed to be a silent form of agreement as you nodded. He laughed again blocking his face with his hand as he directed the various construction workers. By the time they finished Smith dismissed himself with a full belly and you were testing the new boundaries of your door.

“DARLING! PlEASE let Us iN!”

“Yeah! How are we supposed to mate when we’re both not behind that door!”

“...Actually just let Me in darling!”

Man were anime builders just the best. The thuds of what had to be Milo’s hands and tail were nothing against the strength of the steel door. Even better, the picking you assumed that Pypi was attempting to do was completely fruitless as the only key that could bypass its lockpick-safe was hanging pretty around your neck. You prided yourself on your initiative to stash some snacks before locking yourself inside. Waking early you stepped over the sleeping monster boys to get your mug and breakfast before retreating to your sanctuary.

Finally with time alone you could register all the new changes to the timeline you knew so well. So far none of the timeline has changed in spite of your best efforts. You didn’t want to lose hope that you could escape this but the chances were getting slim. In a public space, under a roof, and a pile of cats Pypi still found you and ended up as your latest burden. On top of that the bizarre affection for you seemed to have been totally unprecedented. You…could see Miia doing something like you saw Milo do since he ‘was in love.’ But you couldn’t exactly see her threaten the man of her affections because there was a chance he’d evict her or knowingly squeeze around him tighter until he agrees to give her affection. Even Papi was more of a bird brain when she first appeared enough so that she gave the impression of being an actual kid–a far cry from the male-harpy that only seems to have ‘nesting and mating’ on the brain.

“Hehehe–”

It wouldn’t be long before the male Centorea showed up which no doubt would result in some pain and injury on your part. Perhaps when he proclaimed whatever allegiance to you that you deny him maybe so that he’d rather be interested in someone else–

“Heheheh—ah what is that?!”

Finally realizing the cool and scaly appendage that was tickling you was reaching from beneath the door. No! It seems the only flaw to your barricade was the slight opening beneath the door.

“Awww Darling, you look or rather feel like you were enjoying that!”

“N-no I wasn’t! Now s-stop you’re g-gonna make me pee myself!”

“Sure!”

As soon as his muffled voice rang out his tail uncurled from around you to begin fiddling with the door knob. Standing up now you realized if you didn’t intervene he was going to get in. You at first try to pull him away yourself only for your muscles to be rendered useless with how powerful his tail was. Opting for another option you begin moving some furniture in front of the door. No sooner than after you finished putting a wardrobe in his path did the door click open.

“Oh Darling! There’s no need to hide! I’m not too angry! I’ll be even less angry if you ergh-! Move this stuff from the door and let me in!”

You could feel the angry twitch in his brow as he lied in attempts to wedge himself in. Frantically looking for some form of defense you found none. But what you did find was the window you had previously kept locked in hopes to deter Pypi from discovering its access. Undoing the lock you let yourself out just barely hanging off a pipe as you could hear Milo break into the room. Refusing to look down you tried to manevuer your way down looking every which way in an attempt to figure out how you were going to get down. So focused on your way down you almost missed the muscular serpentine tail swinging at you from the open window. Keyword: almost. Losing your grip in a split-second effort to not be scooped up by the appendage you made a scathing descent into the grass below.

“Ow!”

“Ahh! Darling! Oh no my poor baby! Why didn’t you stay still!? I’ll come down there right away!”

“Nope! No you don’t! You’ll get deported if you do that!”

His worried face quickly morphed into a smile that on the surface gave the impression of a calm lamaiae. In truth he was seething and the only proof was the light twitch in his eyebrows.

“Darling~didn’t we talk about what would happen if–”

“Not by me! The country will do it! You can’t leave the house without me, remember?!”

“...”

Silently scratching his nails at your concrete windowsill with a scary face, you took your leave.

“W-well since I’m so hurt I’ll just take myself to the clinic down the road.”

“I can do that for you just fine, Darling. I’m very studious. I can recall all the muscles that allow you to run from me. So why don’t you come back-”

You didn’t bother trying to negotiate, finally limping off the property to go to the clinique. You wondered how long you had before Milo finally got over his pride and sent Pypi to retrieve you. Shaking off the anxiety you tried to think about the current issue now—that you were in a position to meet Centorea’s male counterpart. Unlike the original guy you were injured and not on a store run..though you did need to run to the store at some point. You were careful around intersections checking multiple times before crossing so that you weren’t going to be rammed by a centaur.

You went on without issue, cheering to yourself as you began to make your way to the clinque just ahead. As you got closer you could make out the blaring lights of a police car with its side door open and waiting. You could see two officers apprehending some man in tattered clothes, another officer was speaking to a woman clutching her bag and another officer was speaking to a centaur.

Not just any centaur but a blonde one that was happily pointing towards you as he nodded at the officer. You groaned as you continued to slowly make your way over, not bothering to rush as the officers eventually departed and the centaur trotted his way to you. Coming closer the centaur with those familiar features opened his mouth for that inevitable dreaded greeting:

“Hello I’m Centoreo, you are my destined master!”

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Fuck it, Ive found myself googling topics to start a fight again cos I'm trying to write spones, so I'm creating a list for myself here. If you have suggestions please feel free to add them. You are also welcome to use this as a prompt, although I don't know if it'll really help

These are mostly nicked from other lists, so hey may need tweaking to be more star trek sci fi in vibe. But I think they suit the sort of fights they have. Entertainingly, many of the questions on these lists have already been addressed my star trek. Like, I'm not going to go into eugenics here. They have a whole arc in tos where everyone expresses their opinions on eugenics (against) (the Khan stuff). So like, those aren't included! Or questions about ubi, trek world is a successful communist, they're all pro ubi.

Anyway. I've tried to hash it down to topics where I can easily see either how they disagree, or I can see how they agree but for different reasons. And, as this is for me, I might even include some of those details too!

Is technology making us more or less connected?

Could argue either way. McCoy's only contact with his kid is via tech, so he could be in favour. Same with Spock, but I think vulcans have a lot of physical cultural stuff that form part of gathering that (American) humans don't as much. Like, incense and how the planet is a different temp to the ship. So, maybe Spock is really feeling how tech is a shadow of the real thing more.

McCoy hates and is unimpresssed by tech, and just wants to be home. Spock is perfectly happy with the perfunctory contact w his parents.

Is censorship ever acceptable in art and media?

This one is fun cos you can world build a bit with the premise. What's the art and media? I think McCoy has one of those inspected opinions, he's against censorship until you start listing terrible things then he gets annoyed cos he kind of agrees with a little bit of censorship. He doesn't think dead bodies should be shown on billboards across from schools. But he says, when asked, that he's against any censorship.

I think Vulcan has censored pre reform stuff from society quite a lot. And Spock's opinion on this is a real character choice you can make, does he agree people should only find out about history in university when you're spoon fed it kindly enough? Or does he think everyone should know?

Should we prioritize space exploration or focus on fixing problems on Earth?

This one is hilarious to me, cos they both work exploring space. But I think McCoy could get worked up over the focus and energy being on new space stuff if they're leaving hungry children behind, you know. I think Spock leans bigger picture

Is traditional marriage still relevant in modern society?

Ha! Have a great time! They'll be so off topic within a minute and just discussing their personal life that their opinion doesn't bloody matter

Is privacy more important than national security?

I think Spock is more into privacy then McCoy. Can't put my finger on why, I might come back to this

How can a good diet be used to control certain diseases?

I think the groundwork of this argument is that McCoy is having a go at Spock being vegetarian. So they're discussing broadly, but McCoy keeps slipping in how great meat is lol

Is it better to live in a big city or a small town?

Spock likes cities! McCoy likes small towns! This can devolve into a squabble about feudalism if you want to go crazy

Animal zoos: are they morally acceptable?

This is good worldbuilding too, zoos would be more rehab centres now. But Spock likes to have a go at old earth practices too just to see McCoy go red

Is online learning as effective as traditional in-person learning?

I reckon Spock likes online learning. The little freak

Is online dating more effective than traditional dating?

Heheheheheheh make them fight about dating. Make them list their favourite types of dates in an aggressive way. Heheheh

#spones #spock #mccoy #tos

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cobawrites · 1 year

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A Gust of Wind (Vash x Reader), Chapter 1

Vash x Reader, GN! Reader, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn Romance, TW: Mental Illness, TW: Suicidal Ideation. Reader awakens to an unfamiliar world, left alone and struggling with mental illness from before the crash. Vash emerges as a guiding light for Reader, and vice versa.

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Hello all! This is my first Trigun fic. My first fic in a long time, actually! I’m probably in for the long haul with this story, so I wanted to be careful about how I construct (Y/N)’s history and stuff. Can’t have any pesky plot holes! Because of this, Vash doesn’t appear until the later half of the first chapter, but worry not! He’ll get way more time to shine in the coming chapters. And I have several sweet and fluffy scenes planned out hehehehe~!

But before we get to those scenes, I have to give you guys a fair trigger warning: this fic is going to deal with some potentially triggering topics. This includes descriptions of suicidal ideation, attempted suicide, and heavy themes of anxiety and depression. Mental illness stuff in general. This fic goes out to all my peeps who struggle with these things. I poured a lot of my personal experiences into this, and I’m sure many of you will be able to put yourself in (Y/N)’s shoes as well. Expect Vash and (Y/N) to butt heads over this stuff as their ideologies mix like oil and water.

Oh, and I am going to try to keep things as gender neutral as possible. If I slip up anywhere, do let me know and I’ll fix it!

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A Gust of Wind

Chapter 1

Hollow footsteps echoed the walls of the now empty ship, the remains beaten and weathered by who knows how many years. Just how long had it been since the accident that stranded you and your loved ones on this desolate planet? Having been sealed away in a cryo-chamber since before the crash, it was hard to tell. Eventually, the chamber failed, and you had awoken to… this.

Kneeling on the ground, you carefully placed down a bouquet of handmade paper flowers. Wisterias were your mother’s favorites. You’d spent all day trying to get them right. It was the least you could do for her, and for the rest of your family that was not quite as lucky as you were.

Lucky… what a funny word.

How you wished you could have been there. How you wished you could have shared in their final moments together. How you wished you could have ended it all with them by your side…

Instead, here you were. Each tap of your soles echoing louder and louder against the metal floor as you descended these lonely halls once again. Blurry memories, although clouded by years spent in a failing cryo-chamber, still managed to haunt your every step like lucid dreams.

Your hand tightened on the strap of the bag slung over your shoulder as you took once last look back at the ship. It might have made more sense to stay. There were a number of unexpectedly well-preserved supplies aboard the ship. Still, part of you simply couldn’t bear it, and part of you knew that you didn’t deserve to intrude on the scene you were leaving behind: your family’s bones, intertwined in a timeless embrace. A still life painting of what looked to have been a quick and painless death. One moment, holding each other with tender love. And in the next, their souls freed like a gust of wind.

Not here. You wouldn’t do it here. You couldn’t do it here.

And so, you took your first step out into the harsh new world that awaited you.

On a planet with two suns, it was hard to keep track of how many days had passed. Not only was the drowsy heat impairing your judgement, but the days seemed to stretch on forever. Whatever semblance of time you had was lost to the wind.

Wind… Now that was something. One of the few things on this planet that gave respite from the blistering heat. You lifted the edge of your shirt to feel it swell up underneath, your sweat cool against your skin. This place would do just fine. The cliffs were tall, and the wind was strong.

Slowly, your weary limbs carried you to the top of the tallest cliff. The way the ground crunched underneath you. The way the breeze peppered light kissed across your face. Everything was just right. It may not have been the way you’d imagined it would be, exactly, but it was better this way. With no one left to weigh upon your shoulders. With no one left who would miss you when you were gone. With no one left to stop you and force you into that god forsaken cryo-chamber.

Anger pulsed through your veins for a second, and the resentment you held for the ones you were supposed to love came crashing down on you like the ocean waves you’d only ever read about. Who were they to decide who lives and who dies? If you wanted to kick rocks, that was your own goddamned choice.

But just as quickly as it came, it was gone again. Images of your mother’s face surfaced from the torrents in your heart. Who were they? They were your family, of course. You just wished… You just wished they understood. Some of us are just born that way. And not everyone is strong enough to power through it.

But now you didn’t have to be strong. When you first came across their bodies, with the belongings in their pockets as the only identifiers, you didn’t know how to feel. Every emotion you had was bottlenecked on its way to the surface, and so you stared. You sat there, and you stared for hours. Was it sorrow? Loneliness? Fear? Or was it a sick sense of relief? A mere glimpse of their newfound freedom that reinforced your longing for the same.

A steep cliff laid before you. Dust crumbled out from below the rocks and down a deep chasm, one that didn’t seem to be carved by a river of any sort, but by something else. Whatever that something was, it didn’t matter to you. Closing your eyes, you took one step forward.

“MAMA! HELP!”

A child’s voice rang loudly across the cliff walls. Startled, your eyes fluttered open, frantically scanning the cliffs below you for the source of the sound. By god, you were about to commit suicide in front of a child. A fucking child.

Heart now pounding in your ears, you spotted a small boy of no more than seven, surrounded by what looked like giant… silverfish? Crayfish? What the hell were those things?

With the speed at which they were closing in on the boy, you had no time to mull it over. Quickly, you picked up a large rock and flung it as hard as you could toward the largest aggressor, your tired muscles reinvigorated by the sudden burst of adrenaline.

It was no good. The beasts paused for only a few seconds, then continued closing in on their prey. You lunged more rocks down at them to stall for time, and bolted down the most leveled side of the cliff, eating dirt a few times as you went.

As you hastened to close the gap between you and the boy, you opened one of your bag’s pockets to pull a large knife. Those creatures’ shells looked awfully hard, but the knife would be better than nothing at all. Casting the bag aside, you lunged at the smallest of the pack with reckless abandon, stabbing it between its armor-like plates. It writhed underneath you, trying to shake you off. Half of the beasts turned away from the boy and rushed in your direction.

“Run, kid!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, clinging desperately to the creature’s back as the others tried to claw at you. The boy, panic written all over his face, stared in horror with tears in his eyes, and glued hopelessly to the floor. The beasts that were still trained on him dragged jagged appendages across the rocks as they drew closer, as if sharpening them in anticipation of their next meal.

Frustrated, you stabbed another beast in its soft belly as it lunged forward, and rolled out from underneath it just in time. That move, however, left you without a weapon, as it stayed lodged firmly in the wound.

“Oh, screw this!” You grunted as you dodged another beast and bolted toward the child. You vaulted over one of the creatures surrounding the boy, extremely grateful for the immense amount of cardio you did whenever you needed an emotional outlet. Not that you were grateful for the crippling anxiety that made you run yourself into the ground just to sleep at night. But at least your dreadful lot in life could finally be put to good use.

Light on your feet, you made a mad dash toward the boy and scooped him up, not looking back. There! You spotted a way back up the cliffs where a woman stood flinging rocks at the beasts behind you. The path was rather steep and it still had indentations where rocks had likely come loose mere moments ago. It was unsafe, but the situation behind you was even less so.

“Hold on tight, kiddo!” You said, leaping up to the first foothold. The boy clung desperately to anything he could get a hold of, stabbing his small little fingers into your flesh like needles. Good. At least you could be certain he wouldn’t fall.

Scrambling up the cliff by whatever means necessary, lacking any grace at all, you climbed as fast as you could. The scraping sounds of their armored claws were getting closer and closer. Your heart felt as though it was about to burst out of your chest.

With the top of the cliff in sight, you tried your best to focus on the final stretch, but a pincer suddenly crashed into the cliff wall beside you. The child screamed and cried. It had grazed his arm and drawn blood. Not good. They were hot on your heels. Light-headed from exhaustion, you pried the boy off you and tossed him up into his mother’s arms with the last of your strength. The woman quickly set him down, instructing him to run, and she reached for your arm next. But she missed.

A pincer closed around your left leg and began dragging you down the cliff, knocking the wind out of you with a heavy thud. With no strength left to fight, you let it happen. Half from exhaustion, but half from a sense of relief. Your family couldn’t be mad at you now. You’d made your death count.

But from the corner of your eye, you noticed that some of the beasts weren’t satisfied with just you as their meal. They continued past you and up the cliff toward the woman and the boy. This couldn’t be happening. Not after you tried so hard to save them.

You struggled against the beast’s claws, flailing to free your leg, and clutching at the rocks to prevent it from dragging you further down the cliff. Frustrated tears pooled in your eyes, the boy’s panic-stricken face flashing vividly in your memory.

Suddenly, you heard several loud bangs in the distance. Some of the creatures fell off the side of the cliff, and some scurried off. A blond head popped out from above the cliff and pulled a revolver on the beast dragging your leg. With skilled gunmanship you’d never seen before, he hit the pincers dead on, missing your leg by a hair. The blond man hopped down to the foothold closest to you and pulled you up. You tried muttering a thank you, but you were so winded that nothing came out but a dusty cough.

“Are you okay?” He asked, holding you steady. You nodded to save your breath, legs still shaking uncontrollably. He smiled and pulled you flush against his chest with one arm and scooped up your legs with the other. If you weren’t so dizzy, you might have blushed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you up.” He said, and with a single, elegant leap that made him look not quite human, he landed on the clifftop.

Carefully, he placed your feet on solid ground. “Can you walk?” You nodded, and tried to take a step, but your jelly legs betrayed you.

He tutted and took you into his arms once again. “I guess you’ll just have to be my little prince(x) for the time being, yeah?” He teased with a wink. This time, a furious blush spread across your face. No way. You were not about to be carried bridal style by a stranger.

“No, I can walk! I swear!” You insisted, and wiggled out of his arms, cheeks scorching hot. But your legs betrayed you a second time, and you collapsed on the floor.

“Goodness, Vash, they sure are a stubborn one!” Said the woman, coming your way to check up on you after having wrapped a bandage on her son’s arm. “A real fighter in more ways than one!”

They both chuckled, and the woman kneeled beside you. “Thank you both for coming to our aid. And Vash, I can’t believe we’ve had to rely on you twice now. You must think I’m a terrible mother…”

“Not at all, Marlene. But you two really should be more careful. It’s not safe to scavenge in this area. There are more worms here than usual, and they grow bigger, too.” He explained as he kneeled down to get a better look at your leg. Vash’s hand brushed over your ankle to assess the damage, causing you to wince in pain. He glanced at you apologetically, before pulling some first aid supplies from his bag.

“I know, my boy. But we hardly have any food in our town to go around. No plant to rely on…” She responded solemnly. “I only wish I could convince the little one to stay behind, but he insists on coming with me. Says he needs to learn how to be the man of the house now that his father is gone.”

Vash furrowed his brows, a regretful look on his face. “Admirable, but little George’s got some big shoes to fill. There’s nothing wrong with recognizing that.” He said, offering a kind smile in his direction.

George, now awkwardly nursing his bandaged arm a few meters away from everyone else, averted his eyes to the ground. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Vash,” he whispered. “I… I’ll be more careful next time. I promise.”

Together, Vash and Marlene got to work on your injured leg, cleaning off the dirt and grime left behind by the worms, or whatever those disgusting creatures were called. While they worked, Vash glanced at you all over with an unreadable look in his eyes, spending longer than normal on the logo on your chest. With your ankle now bandaged snugly, he moved to pick you up again, but you scrambled away. This earned you an exasperated look from Vash.

“Listen, I’m not going to pull any smooth moves on you, okay? So you can just relax.”

“No, it’s not that! It’s just –,” you started, but he cut you off.

“I don’t want to hear it,” he said, and picked you up from the ground as if you weighed no more than a feather. This guy was something else. “You’re injured. I’m taking you back with us. And we’re doing this the right way so you don’t get hurt any more than you already are.”

You shook your head feverishly. “I’m actually fine, just shaken,” you insisted, pushing against his chest in protest. “It’s more nerves than anything else! I just need to sit down for a while, that’s all.”

Vash stared quizzically into your eyes. “Hmmm… Okay then. If you’re sure,” he finally agreed, setting you down gently. Mustering all the strength you had left, you steadied your legs and bit back the pain as you walked over to find a seat on some rocks.

“But aren’t you coming back with us, sweetheart?” Marlene asked. “It will be dark soon. It’s dangerous. We should really be going.”

“I… I have some business here,” you said with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Don’t worry about me. I’m just glad I was able to help at all.” At this, Vash chewed his lip, not once taking his eyes off yours. The weight of his gaze was too much to bear. Unnerved, you looked away.

“And what’s your name, sweetie? If you won’t let us treat you to a good night’s rest back in town, at least give us that.” She said.

“(Y/N),” you replied, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly.

“Well, (Y/N), you are always welcome in our village. It is just west of here, in case you change your mind.

You nodded with a smile, and with that, they were off. You were alone again, and you had a late nigh rendezvous with the cliffs. The nearest cliff wasn’t nearly steep enough to do the job. You sighed. Getting back to your spot… was going to take some time. Best get moving.

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emperor-palpaminty · 10 months

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Hello friend! You mentioned that you were looking for requests that weren't on the dark side, so I thought I'd leave this little plot bunny here and if it inspires you feel free to use it!

Tech and reader are snuggled up together having a very light hearted Convo about things they'd each like to try in bed. Maybe tech's making a list on his data pad, we all know cute nerds like tech love making lists. Maybe reader teases tech about how frank he is with sex talks and he teases her back. Idk I just think there needs to be more stuff where fluff and smut mix ya know? Anywho I hope you're having a good week! Sincerely Deeja dabbles

Eeheheheheh yessss, Deeja i know your bio has your age in it but Minors DNI! Discusses smutty topics heheheh😜

Also this is an important conversation to have with your partner and a list is a good idea of boundaries and what you want to try!

"Okay." You plopped on your back, still staring at the ceiling. "Bondage."

"Affirmative. I do not mind some restraints." Tech's fingers flew across his data pad, pausing only to glance over at you. "You?"

A hum left you as you dangled your legs over the edge of the bed, weighing your thoughts. "I'm open to trying it."

"Then I shall put it in the 'yes' list." Tech's middle finger swiped, sliding the text into the assigned spot. "This idea of yours is much easier than I believed it to be."

You sat up, propping up on your elbows. 'What does that mean?"

Tech shrugged as he spoke, the short sleeves slowing off how his arms rolled with the movement. "It simply means, darling, that you think of good ideas."

A pause.

You blinked, sitting up a little more. "But...?"

"There is not always a 'but', dearest." Tech chided. His fingers paused briefly before resuming their path. "... However,"

You groaned. When there was not a but, there was a however or assuming otherwise. You choked back any disdain in words, and you managed, "However...?"

"You do happen to be stubborn about many things." Tech stated. "I am surprised your wants are so pliable. You are not always that way. Normally, from you, there is more..." His fingers waved, gesturing the vocabulary to himself. "... Push back."

"Stubborn?"

"Yes. It is not an insult. You are not nearly as stubborn as Crosshair."

You chuckled, sitting up and making your way to him. You plunked by him, leaning back on the headboard of the bed, eyes skimming over the list. It was true, you supposed- but when it came to Tech, almost everything was okay. If this was your post-war life, together in domestic bliss... may as well take the time to figure everything out. Try new things. See what made him blush, or what he enjoyed. You were happy when he was happy.

If joy was a silly list, so be it.

"I'll take it as a compliment." You turned your head, planting a peck on his jaw. Tech smiled and raised his brow, lowering the holopad after your third, fifth, eighth kiss on his neck.

"What is it that you're getting at?"

"I'm thinking," Your hand moved over his chest, settling against it. The laundry was clean, smelling floral and soft, sweet. "We start knocking stuff off that list. Trying new things."

The man hummed, considering. He turned and lowered the device on the night stand, by his abandoned goggles. "I think that is the next best step we can take. Experimentation is key when it comes to trying new things, after all."

"Trial and error?"

He smiled, turning his head and pressing his mouth to yours. Somewhere in between the kisses, the slow hands, you found that life was good, even in the little lists and moments.

One thing you decided to always be stubborn on was this- your happiness, and that none of it would ever leave you without a fight.

#tech #tbb tech #tech x reader #tech x you #tbb #bad batch reader insert #minty writes #the bad batch #tbb reader insert

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☆ WVBA Baking Headcanons ☆

omg WVBA baking together real...imagine this like a bake-off except everyones kitchen is really close & theyre all screaming at each other

Glass Joe

- originally his idea

- trying to extinguish any fires that happen

- accidentally put a fork in the oven

- makes really good cookies

- the best baker here other than piston hondo & bull

- "Aran stop eating the raw dough youre gonna get salmonella"

- "nuh uh"

- accidentally set the sink on fire

- hes basically playing fnaf the way he has to check everything

- the oven's screen broke so he has to check up on the cookies often

Von Kaiser

- keeps accidentally setting things on fire with his horrible baking skills

- "I SET THE COOKIES ON FIRE, MOVE!!"

- has to have a fire extinguisher by his side at all times

- cookies so burnt they qualify as rocks now, kaiser you had one job, ONE JOB.

- has to sob halfway through

- "kaiser are you okay??"

- "ja.." as hes hysterically sobbing

- dont let him go near an oven ever again

Disco Kid

- doing his best, some of the batch came out okay but the rest can be considered hate speech

- "wheres the flour?? Who took the flour??"

- "Maybe the true flour were the friends we made along the way"

- "give me my flour back Aran i gotta fucking bake"

- slipped while holding a tray of cookies, dramatically screamed "NOO!!" like he saw his house get burnt down or something

- he cant live laugh love out of this can he?

King Hippo

- eating the raw dough with Aran

- "This is gourmet dining, aran"

- "youre damn right"

- hes just making raw dough & eating it

- hes pretty sure he can stomach salmonella (he can actually)

- doing everything but baking

Piston Hondo

- look at him go, hes BAKING. HES SLAYING. unlike king hippo

- will smack your hand with the whisk if you try to eat the cookies before they cool down

- chasing Aran with said whisk

- "GET YOUR GRUBBY HANDS OFF THE COOKIE DOUGH, SALMONELLA MAN."

- "OKAY FINE"

- doing a decent job actually

- helping disco kid bake a new batch

Great Tiger

- Really good at managing stuff thanks to his clones, ones guarding his cookie dough from Aran, ones checking the oven and the others are checking in on the other boxers

- trying to help kaiser with his hellcookies

- has a seperate tray for cookie dough because he knows Aran is still gonna get to the cookie dough anyways

- "just take this tray of raw cookie dough and get out of my way"

- "hehehehe" Then he runs off like a evil gremlin with the cookie dough while cackling

- his ovens screen also broke

Bear Hugger

- tried to bake but ended up also eating his cookie dough

- had to bake another fresh batch

- added WAYYY too much sugar & butter along with chocolate, at this point they arent even cookies theyre diabetes discs

- baked another fresh batch for his squirrel friend with lots of nuts along with some big ones for the bears

- concerned for Arans stomach

- "are you sure your stomach is gonna handle that well"

- "yeah"

- "alright then" he had to hold Arans hair back while he threw up after that

Don Flamenco

- Decorating his cookies

- stealing piston hondos recipe (hes okay with that dont worry)

- his cookies look really pretty, his baking classes are paying off

- underbaked his cookies because he likes it that way

Aran Ryan

- eating all the raw cookie dough

- oh my fucking god the salmonella is gonna kick his ass (and it did end up kicking his ass)

- got really ill and had to be hospitalized, he has no regrets

- set the oven on fire (intentionally)

- getting bullied into the ground for having salmonella

Soda Popinski

- worst cookies ever

- tried to add soda to his cookies, ended up making a deadly weapon with it

- had to settle for dipping his cookies in soda, it tastes good to him

- his oven smells like soda & chocolate now

Bald Bull

- best cookies ever. Literally husband material

- has to smack peoples hands with a wooden spoon because they keep trying to steal his cookies

- "oh my fucking god, get your hands away from my cookies"

- everyone pretty much loves his cookies

- made some tea along with the cookies

Super Macho Man

- tried to bake his face onto the cookies, they ended up terrifying

- "damn this oven is a hater"

- "no youre just bad at baking"

- tried to put his hand in the oven to test the tempature, had to stop using that hand for a while

Mr Sandman

- Oh god oh fuck oh shit

- THE KITCHEN IS ON FIRE

- hondo had to help him put out the fire since he was petrified

- traumatized

- oh no oh god someone help him hes gonna set the oven on fire again

- had to bake with piston hondo since hes awful at baking

#punch out #headcanon #punch out wii #don flamenco #bald bull #punch out headcanons #piston hondo #glass joe #aran ryan #great tiger #disco kid

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