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essentiallyleaf · 6 months

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day 20. cockwarming. with. jisoo.

1105 words.

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kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, cockwarming, angst, i don’t even know anymore, possibly the coldest cockwarming fic to ever exist, so much angst and for what.

notes.

short and a little rushed. sounds just like every day of my life. exhaustedly, leaf.

You plop down on the bed, barely able to take your black dress pants off before the dizziness gets the best of you. Jisoo is there, laying still, facing away from you and towards the cloud-shielded moon outside of the open window, like she always is. You can’t really tell if she’s awake or not, and the alcohol certainly doesn’t help.

This must be what they mean when they talk about magnetic fields. We’re immersed in them all the time, but we can’t see it, something about a wavelength our eyes are not tuned to. It’s like even when it’s past your bedtime (which on a weekend night like tonight is at least three hours after your regular bedtime), the sky completely starless, when you zig-zag through the streets and keeping your balance requires a voluntary effort, when your white shirt has more than one almost fully dried Bordeaux stain on it, you don’t know why or how, but your red needle always points back home, back to her.

You always manage to find your way to your shared bed, well, shared right in this moment, but often, too often one could easily argue, the bed feels hollow and freezing as Jisoo’s in it alone. Maybe that’s why the first thing she does when you lie down on it, is take your strong arm and wrap it around her waist to hold her close and share some of your alcohol-boosted warmth, and keep her own arm over it as if to ask you to never let go, never leave her again. She’s awake. Your natural response is to use your other hand to brush her long, silky black hair and watch it flow through your fingers, but as she feels your breath caress her shoulders, she knows that you can’t promise much more than that.

This shouldn't work. Well, to be fair, it isn’t working. But throwing stuff away, whether it’s dropping old photos in the fireplace, or leaving an entire relationship behind you to possibly never see your special person again, that hurts. It’s not just about the value of it, no, if that was the case, if that thing you’re throwing away still brought value to you, then you wouldn't be getting rid of it, right? It’s about admitting that something went wrong along the road, that things didn’t work out, that a wrong turn was taken, and that maybe, you were the one who took it. So the only thing you can do is turn away, keep going down that road, and if you ever happen to look back in a moment of accidental lucidity, justify your own mistakes.

So Jisoo reaches back and starts rubbing the outer side of your naked thigh, slowly traveling up to your ass as you lay a trail of quick kisses on her shoulder. Once she starts fiddling with the hem of your boxers and pushing her own butt back towards you, you get the message. You take your underwear off and stroke your dick a couple times before her nightgown is hiked up and her cheeks fully envelop your length. Your pecks take a trip up to her neck while both of you start shifting your hips up and down, back and forth against one another’s, a couple of low moans leaving your mouth.

It was your fault, but what if it wasn’t? What if that girl, what was her name even, hadn’t asked you for a lighter? What if she hadn’t looked at you all night with those warm brown eyes, what if she hadn’t asked you for a ride home? Any of those would’ve fixed this. The nights of yelling at each other’s faces and the nights of dead silence, the feeling of unbridgeable distance even when holding hands, the cool air of beach days in the middle of August. Maybe invisible walls are the best solution in some cases, and fuck it if they break some people’s immersion, as long as you can see the sun rise in the distance, you can live with not being able to touch it.

Jisoo suddenly stops her motion just to raise her thigh a little, suggesting you to enter. You align yourself with her slit and penetrate her warmth, her slick coating easing you through her walls and quickly letting you bottom out inside her, but as soon as you try to retreat, she puts a hand on your hip, halting its movement. She just places her thigh back down and stays still for a few seconds. A few seconds that enclose some kind of understanding, or, a feeling of understanding, at the very least. Most of the times when you have a revelation, an epiphany, you have no idea what the fuck is being revealed to you, you only see the light bulb turn on. Your kisses get wetter and longer, traveling from her upper neck to her ear and to her jaw, your hand finds itself on her soft, perfectly sized mound. She starts contracting her abdominal muscles repeatedly and rhythmically, squeezing your shaft between her tight walls, your pelvis still fixed in its place. You see her skin glow more than usual under the faint moonlight, and you think you taste a little salt as your tongue brushes her cheek, which you can’t help but groan on every time Jisoo tenses around you.

Invisible walls are not meant to be broken. They’re meant to disengage, to discourage. What does it say about us when they manage to do what they’re meant to? Is it sad, disheartening? Does it speak about our sense of agency as a whole? What if you did something different, what if it was your fault? You can’t go back, so what can you do about it now? Another night of getting drunk, another night of having sex, in each other’s embrace but miles away.

Your hand feels up her thigh as hers reaches between your legs from the back and starts massaging your testicles. You can’t hold back anymore. Her abs contract once, twice. You stop counting, she feels too good. Your thigh wraps around hers as you cum inside, letting out multiple guttural moans right next to her ear. You drop load after load of white paint onto her walls and into her womb.

You think you hear a little sniffle. Again, the only response is to caress her hair and leave one long kiss on the back of her head. Not more. Sometimes we hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us. And if it’s true that opposites attract, then likes must also repel.

footnotes.

sorry if this is depressing. how can i help you get back to horny, the superior mood? lunatically, leaf.

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gloomwitchwrites · 13 days

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Just Like Dad (2 of 4)

Content & Warnings: referenced military career, domestic fluff, some humor, canon-typical swearing, Kyle is a girl dad

Word Count: 935

A/N: Part of the Imagines & What If Series

An evening of peace is interrupted when Kyle has to answer questions about what he does for a living.

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Peace is shattered.

It always is when you have a kid.

It’s not just scraped knees or melted ice cream splattered on the pavement. Sometimes, peace is shattered because your child is a feral goblin who decides disturbing your sleep is the perfectly logical thing to do.

Wearing a pink onesie, standing in the bedroom doorway with her little fist raised and clutching a thin piece of paper, you and Kyle’s six-year-old daughter is ominously backlit by the hallway light. Kyle blinks, a little stunned by the sight before him. You shift beside him, one hand reaching out to him, murmuring his name.

There are a few seconds between her sudden appearance and the leap onto the bed. She spider-crawls like a thing out of a horror movie.

“Bloody hell,” groans Kyle, pinching the bridge of his nose as his daughter perches like a gargoyle next to him.

“Daddy,” she whispers.

You are already awake, turning over onto your back with squinted eyes as you’re blasted by the bright light of the hallway.

Before you can even speak, Kyle is shaking his head, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’ve got this,” he groans, sitting up to turn on the bedside light. You glance at your daughter before returning to your original position.

Kyle rests his forearms on his bent knees, staring at his daughter who gazes at him with a peppy eagerness like she’s just eaten a cake heavily coated in icing. She shouldn’t have this much energy at this late hour.

“Go to bed,” says Kyle. “It’s past bedtime.”

She clutches the thin piece of paper. “I wanted to show you earlier.”

While Kyle is typically indulgent when it comes to her, he’s not feeling that way at the moment. He only wants to sleep.

“It’s late, bug,” he replies. “Tomorrow.”

She shakes her head, her tight curls bouncing slightly. “I didn’t know what to put here. You don’t talk about your job.” She points to a spot on the paper, and Kyle frowns as he peers closer.

Fuck.

It’s one of those questionaries where the child answers all these questions about themselves, and several pertain to her parents and what they do. She has left that entire section blank. Kyle understands that schools do this so that the students can build identity in their community while also making connections with classmates.

But she’s right. Kyle doesn’t talk about his job. At least not with her. You, his wife, are an entirely different story. You, the one who has been through nearly all of it, is the only person who truly knows everything. His daughter is far too young to know specifics or to fully comprehend the sheer violence of his work.

“You’re right, love. I don’t.”

“Why?” she asks automatically.

This is not a conversation he wants to be having. She needs to be in bed, and Kyle should be asleep and spooning you before he has to take this feral fiend of a daughter to school in the morning.

Kyle sighs and runs his hand over his face. “Where is this coming from?”

Her face falls slightly, and then becomes steel. “I want to be like you,” she says. “I want to grow up and be strong.”

No, babygirl. No. You don’t want to be like me.

You stir beside him, shifting like you’re about to turn and join the conversation. But Kyle knows you need your rest, and this isn’t the sort of conversation he desires to have this late at night.

That hardness melts away, and Kyle’s heart fractures slightly. She’s so small and yet so determined. Her little fist clutching the paper shakes slightly as if asking him is taking all her strength.

“Give me the paper.” Her smile widens as she hands it over. “And go turn off the hall light.” She groans loudly and Kyle shushes her as she throws herself off the bed and drags herself to the hall.

The light flicks off, and then she’s rushing back to him. He pats the side of the bed, and she crawls in, curling up next to him as he grabs the book off his bedside table.

“Pencil?” he asks, and she whips one out, her smile wide.

Kyle snorts and snags it, twirling it end-over-end as he tries to formulate an answer to the questions. Some of that gentle humor slips away, falling into memory, all the lead and blood and carnage comes back, roaring in his ears.

He takes a deep breath, silencing it all.

Graphite touches paper, and Kyle begins jotting down answers to all the things his daughter didn’t answer. She rests her head against his shoulder, watching the pencil scratch across the paper.

When he’s done, he presents the paper, and his daughter takes it reverently, as if all the secrets she doesn’t have are now suddenly before her. She does not take the pencil as she slips off the bed and starts to sprint for the door. She comes to a halt and turns on her heel, running back to him.

“Thanks, Daddy,” she says a little too loud before kissing his cheek and heading out into the hall.

The bed shifts, and Kyle turns to look at you as you twist to face him.

“What did you write?” you murmur.

Kyle sighs and shuts off the bedside light. He snuggles in, and you reach for him in the dark. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulls you close, inhaling your scent, allowing his mind to drift toward dreaming.

“A nice truth,” replies Kyle softly just before he slips into sleep.

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hearts4youz · 7 months

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The Captains Daughter -Chapter 6-

A/N: This chapter is a bit longer, finally writing some real action!! Expect chapters to be a lot less... boring from here on out. The first couple chapters were slow for the purpose of developing the plot and characters and yada yada yada. But anyways- I hope yall enjoy this chapter!!

Word count: 2k

Reader pov:

You flopped on your bed after dinner. Anticipation for the mission tomorrow morning rendering you unable to sleep. Your eyes flicked to the open duffle bag on the floor, clothes spilling out of it. Sighing you got up from your bed and moved towards the bag, picking up discarded clothes as you did. You opened the plain wooden drawers in your bedroom and placed your clothes in them, organizing them by shirts, pants, socks and whatnot. At the bottom of the bag was the one personal item you were allowed to bring, your photo album. Smiling, you reached down and picked up the binder. It was decorated with pink glitter, paint, and other craft materials. You made it with your friends in middle school, it was almost full now. Inside were pictures in as close to chronological order as you could get. You flipped open the binder, the glossy cover protected each of the pages, gliding past your fingers as you turned each page.

At the beginning of the book was pictures from your first birthday, your parents were still together. Your father's eyes squinted shut from his wide grin, you had cake all over your face and sported a huge smile of your own to match his. Your mother however, smiled less enthusiastically than your dad, a faraway look in your eyes. You frown as you focused on her. You didn't remember her much, one of the only memories you had of her being the night she left.

You were three years old, your father had finished your bedtime routine over an hour ago, but you remained wide awake.

"I can't do this anymore John," you heard your mom yell from the kitchen.

"Emilia. please, for Y/N," "please," you heard your fathers pleas.

"John," your mother said quieter, voice breaking.

"I was never meant to be a mother, I love you, so, so much but.." her voice was breaking as her sentance trailed off.

"You can't just leave me, you can't just leave your daughter because parenting isn't for you." "We're supposed to be in this together"

Your father sounded more upset now

"John I-" "You know how I feel about throwing my life away for a kid,"

"Throwing away your life? can you hear yourself right now?" he raised his voice.

"Yes, I can't even go out anymore cause I have to watch her"

"Y/N is the best thing that has ever happened to us, she is our life now." your dad yelled.

"Maybe she's yours, but she sure as hell will never be mine," your mom screamed.

You didn't understand the severity of the situation. You didn't understand why your dad stomped up the stairs, quiet sniffles leaving his nose.

You didn't understand why your dad hugged you tighter then usual before he dropped you off at preschool the next morning, or why he was always sad and drinking.

You didn't understand why mom wasn't coming home.

You closed the book. You didn't have any emotion at the thought of that night, you hardly knew your mother, never saw her again. Your dad explained it to you once you were old enough, once he was over it. The two of you did just fine alone.

Besides, there's a mission tomorrow, which deserves your focus. No need to reminisce on old memories. You laid down on the subpar mattress, falling asleep shortly after.

The next morning you awoke to your alarm blaring once again. Following your normal routine, you got dressed, splashed your face with cold water, brushed your teeth, and made sure your gear was set for the mission. You made sure your pack had everything you needed as well, forgetting something on your first mission wouldn't be very impressive.

You need to prove yourself, you thought. For your team, especially your father and Ghost. Your dad believed in you, you needed to make sure you lived up to his expectations. The harder task, proving to Ghost that you belonged in the 141.

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you took one last look at your room, scanning for something you could have possibly forgot, and left.

The 141 gets to skip breakfast in order to get the mission done, you were grateful you were missing out on rock hard "pancakes," if you could even call them that.

You were told to meet in the bay, where they kept the vehicles. The plan was to take a Humvee to the drop location, hopefully the area would be clear of infadels, and you could be back by mid afternoon.

You took the stairwell down to the bay, which was basically a glorified parking garage, meeting up with Gaz along the way.

"You ready kid?" he grinned, looking intimidating in full gear. You on the other hand, looked like a kid in grown-ups clothes. Your boots were a size too large, tripping you up occasionally. Your tactical vest hung loose off your stomach. You really did look like a kid compared to the burly men in your squad.

"Ready as i'll ever be," you cringed at the corny reply you let slip out of your mouth. Gaz chuckled.

Gaz briefed you on what to expect as you descended the stairs, missions like these were routine, easy. He had told you.

You felt butterflies in your stomach, slight nervousness setting in as you entered the bay, which Gaz assured you was normal.

You reached the spot where the vehicle was parked, Ghost was already there, having a smoke. He nodded towards the two of you as you neared. You muttered a hello as he offered Gaz a cigarette. He held the packet out to you, offering you one.

"No thanks, I don't smoke," you stated.

Ghost scoffed, "You will eventually."

You furrowed your brows, wondering what he meant.

The three of you stood in silence waiting for the rest of the group. Price was next to arrive, then Soap and Alejandro. Once you were gathered, Your father went over the mission once more, then climbed into the drivers seat. Ghost entered the passenger side, Gaz and soap jumped into the middle row, leaving you and Alejandro with the very back seats.

The drive was mostly silent, until about halfway through when your dad kicked on the radio. It was set to some country station, your father hummed the tune, a few of the men nodded along to the song. After around three hours the vehicle slowed, merging onto a dirt road, after a few miles you came upon a small town, few people milled around the streets. Startled when they saw the armored military vehicle turning up the dusty path.

You came upon a run down building at the edge of the town, you were exposed to anything. If enemies were here, they surely saw you rolling into town. You didn't move a muscle when the car stopped, awaiting orders.

The fear really set in now, the severity of what could happen if there were in fact enemies hiding out in this building.

Your monologue was cut short by the sound of Soap slamming his door shut. You jumped up, startled.

"Relax," Alejandro chuckled.

You sighed, relieved that it wasn't gunshots.

The six of you piled out of the car, grouping up in front of the building. You all stared at Price, waiting for his input.

"Let's get in and get out, If anyone is inside they surely know we have arrived. I would have preferred a stealthier entrance, but I was given close to no information about the area to go off of." He said, any trace of your soft, caring father gone. Replaced by the stone faced military man he reserved for work.

You took in your surroundings, the building was old and weathered. Part of the roof was caved in, moss crawled across the damaged siding. Cracked windows decorated the outside, allowing for a look into the unfurnished building.

The group carried out protocol wordlessly, peering into windows to check for danger, planning entrance and exit routes, and assessing the situation. Everyone seemed to have a job, you were lost in the middle of it. Your father was too focused on the task at hand to help you.

Ghost noticed your slight distress and beckoned you over. He was crouched by a ground level window, pointing at something inside. You stood directly in front of the window, trying to make out what Ghost was pointing at, when you were taken to the ground by a large mass.

The wind was knocked out of you as you looked up at Ghost who was now on top of you.

"Stupid, Rookie mistake." he uttered.

"Is there anything inside that lump three feet above your fucking ass?" He spat.

"My what?" your voice trembled.

"Your head you twat."

"He probably saw you, you fucking imbecile," his words bit into your heart, tugging on the strings.

"He?" you gasped.

"Yes, you twat. There's a soldier in there with our supplies," he said, getting off of you, pushing his boot into your stomach after he stood, for good measure. As if you weren't humiliated enough, there was now a dusty footprint across your body.

Gathering yourself, you stood. Crouching behind the Lieutenant as he steadied his gun, taking aim at the man through the broken glass. A moment later you heard the crack of gunfire and the thump of a body hitting the ground. Ghost had hit his target and moved away from the window, flattening himself and you against the siding before anyone inside could return fire.

Your radio crackled as Ghost briefed the others on the events. Price gave instructions in return.

"Stay close," Ghost murmured in your ear, grasping your arm and leading you around the back of the building. With your free hand, you unholstered your own gun.

You followed Ghost as he rounded the corner. You heard the shouts in the distance as the fighting ensued.

Your radios crackled, "Entering the premises," said Gaz.

Ghost responded, "We're around the back, entering on that side."

Another voice chimed in, "Y/N how copy?"- your dad.

"With Ghost,"

"Copy" The back door was slightly ajar, Ghost kicked it open then stepped to the side for cover, nothing happened and he stepped inside.

The room you entered smelled of mildew and soot. It clearly hasn't been used for its original purpose in years. Pieces of drywall lay on the ground, pieces of broken glass mixed into the mess. Old, torn, and stained furniture was scattered throughout.

You scanned the seemingly empty area. Ghost did the same. Concluding that the coast was clear, the two of you walked further into the building. You suddenly heard the sounds of a skirmish above you. Grunting and banging, sounds of someone hitting the floor.

Gunshots

You and Ghost exchanged a glance before frantically searching for a way upstairs, hoping that the slain wasn't one of your teammates.

Ghost pressed a button on his radio. Once the two of you were officially lost. "Anyone caught in the fight upstairs?"

"Negative," multiple voices said.

Price took over the comms to give more orders.

"We've taken out about five so far. An unknown number remain. Stay cautious. Our supplies are supposed to be at the top floor. Lets meet up there. Once we have as much as we can carry we leave. If you meet an... infidel, you have permission to kill."

"Copy"

To be continued...

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bbimharuuu · 1 year

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Reader in Yandere! HOTD 3

Talking with the other children seems like a task to you. You don't know anything about them, you don't like meeting new people (especially from the royal family because of the pressure of not doing anything wrong at all). But they all seemed sweet, trying to talk to you and asking you lots of questions. The ones who seemed hesitant to approach you was Prince Aegon and Aemond whilst Princess Heleana talked with you (although sometimes she got busy talking to herself). She did try to show you her collections of spiders and creepy crawlies, trying to ease your tension when she placed one of them on your arm. She seemed happy though so you hoped you made a new friend.

Jacaerys and Lucerys were talking about their training when Aegon approached you. You became tense as you noticed his hard gaze, tilting his head as he looked at you up and down. "If you're really [Name], show us the necklace."

‌What? What did he mean by that? You shook your head slowly, "I'm sorry, my prince. I don't know what you mean by that." Aegon scoffed as he tapped the side of his head. "Well think! If you don't have the necklace, then you might as well be useless."

‌You huffed in annoyance, you don't know what the prince was talking about. But to get him away you nodded back at him. You thought he'll at least move away, back to his previous spot with Aemond; but you were wrong. He still stood next to you as you tried to ignore his presence and glances. You played with your fingers, seemingly bored as you tried to stay awake. It's way past your usual bedtime but you wanted to know what's going on. You father although never paid too much attention to you; is still an attentive one that cared for your studies and wellbeing.

‌"My lady?" Ser Criston called out, moving your gaze from your hands towards him. "You are called by King Viserys to attend your fathers questioning," Ser Criston opened the door wider, signaling to you to come out of the room. You sighed and stood up, walking past the other children before making your way towards the dining room.

‌Daemon greeted you at the door, smiling as he whispered, "Don't be afraid, little one. Best for you to be honest when questioned by my brother." When you entered the room you gasped at how horrible your father looked. Disheveled and bloody, he couldn't even look at you in the eyes. You tried to walk to him but Daemon stopped you. Pushing you gently towards the king despite your protest. King Viserys placed his hand on your shoulder, making you sit beside him as he smiled at you.

‌"Dearest, please tell us about your mother."

You sighed once again. You really didn't know why they're so interested with your mother. ‌"I'm sorry, my king. Like I've said before, I've never met my mother. She died during childbirth."

‌"You see, brother? This pathetic man has been feeding lies to her daughter! Died during childbirth? What nonsense," Daemon laughed with no hint of humour.

‌"[Name]," Otto called you. "Will you please explain your living conditions here?"

‌You answered truthfully. Although you never was treated the same as his other children in terms of affection, he still cared enough. When you noticed the tense atmosphere, you clarified that you like it that way. You told them about how you're uncomfortable with too much attention, you like to be alone. You heard Viserys mumbling the words 'just like your mother' but you kept quiet.

‌Otto nodded at you, before Alicent asked you with another question. "[Name], has your father ever talked to you about your mother? Or maybe he's given you her belongings?"

‌With a soft 'no', her face turned sour as he glanced back at your father. Corlys Velaryon, stepped in front of your gaze as he crouched down, blocking your vision from your father. "[Name]...this might be hard to accept, but your father has been telling you lies. Lies about your mother to be exact."

‌You frowned, not knowing how to react nor answer. Because your father has never talked about your mother nor has he given you any sorts of memorabilia of her, you never really thought about her too much. Yes you are curious but she didn't really have any impact on your life. It was kind sad when you think about it again.

��"Lies? What kinds of lies?"

‌"I'm afraid it's too much for us to tell you in one night, my child. It's already night, the children are waiting for us. Let us rest first before we continue," Rhaenys commented as she sipped her wine, noticing your tired expression.

‌"Yes, I believe we must...rest first," Rhaenyra sighed as she pinched the top of her nose. "[Name], before you go to sleep; pack your things. Clothes, books, whatever you need. You'll be staying at with us as we finish the problems your father has given us."

‌"I will come back here, won't I?" You looked at all of them. You don't know them all that well and you're not comfortable with new situations that you don't have any control of. You just hope that they'll be welcoming towards you.

‌Rhaenyra paused, sharing glances with Daemon before replying. "I'm not so sure, sweet girl. But you can visit your siblings if you want to."

‌Knowing it was only the half truth, you nodded anyways. Alicent escorted you to the doors, telling Ser Criston that you needed help on packing your things before coming back to Kings Landing. You bid goodnight to the queen, making her smile in return before kissing the top of your head. "Don't worry. You'll be able to say goodbye to your family tomorrow."

With one last look behind Alicent, you walked away as you played with your hands; trying to think of what to say to your siblings tomorrow.

‌Daemon kicked your father in the stomach, grunts of pain resumed after you have left the room. "How dare you feed lies to her?! After keeping her mother here like a prisoner, you wish to erase her presence as if she never existed!"

‌Corlys sighed as Rhaenys approached him, "She didn't even bat an eye when you told her about the lies. It's as if she didn't even know about her mother."

‌"That's because she didn't. She only knew that her mother died, that's all. She never knew how important her mother was to us," Corlys replied.

‌Alicent closed the doors before marching towards your father. "Where is her necklace?! It's a gift from her mother, she deserves to have it!"

‌"I-I don't know. I don't remember—"

‌"What lies," Rhaenyra scoffed. "I've seen the necklace. It was worn by the whore that you married. How many moons did you marry after her death? I don't even think you cared enough to prepare a proper burial for her!"

‌"Stop!" Viserys yelled, groaning as he stood up. He slowly walked towards where your father was lying on the ground, Daemon's foot on top of his chest. Daemon pressed his foot more stronger when he noticed your father struggling more as the king neared him.

‌"Tell us why you and your family should be spared from death."

A/N: your girl is finally posting part 3. The story will be long but I enjoy writing it so it could go out of hand sometimes :')

#hotd #house of the dragon #yandere #yandere house of the dragon #yandere hotd #series

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wizkiddx · 1 year

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how do you do it?

oops so I may have had a new adhd ultrafixation and switched up to f1 the past year or so... so i might be back but i don't write holland/ marvel stuff anymore. here's a little fluffy drabble of Pierre gasly - but pls do not think he's my fave driver hehe that u gotta guess...

reader x pierregasly

Looking after Pierre's [fictional] nephew for an evening or two may just impact your life forever.

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Pierre loved you. He loved you like he hadn't loved anyone ever before. It felt different. Like everything had perfectly fit into place.

Which is why, on his summer break, he wanted to be surrounded by all the people he loved completely. His parents; his sister and her husband and child; his grandparents and you. He rarely got time off, so when he did he was determined to focus on what mattered. And nothing mattered more than family.

Or so he thought… until his sister saw the family trip away as a great opportunity for child care. Apparently she and her husband had ‘accidentally’ booked a romantic week away for the two of them just the same week. And just assumed that the family would babysit little Mateo.

Pierre really should be disappointed in her - except he didn’t really mind. He absolutely loved little Matt and spending some quality time with him so closely - well Pierre didnt mind one bit.

Also his brother in law annoyed him incredibly - so he would not be missed.

After Matteo was dropped off, the whole of Pierres family happily shared responsibility of the little boy. Pierre’s dad was in charge of dinner and his mum, Pacale, then set about getting Teo settled for the night. but in fact, Y/n had made such an impression on the young tot that Teo asked her to read him the bedtime story that night. Pierre went to say goodnight, but stopped himself at the doorway, leaning on the frame. Teo was cuddled right into Y/n’s side as she read the cartoony book.

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Y/n awoke to her shoulder being nudged repeatedly, groaning as she tried to shrug it off - to no avail. The room was dark, lit only by a creak of light coming from the door… that she was sure had been shut when they went to bed. Her thoughts were sow as she blinked her eyes awake, trying to shake off the sleepy fog. And then she saw the dark silhouette standing right nect to her. In shock, she jolted upright, blinking rapidly to focus on the figure infront of her. It quickly became apparent she had no need to be scared, the intruder was tiny and with the same button nose as a little person she’d made friends with.

“-teo?” Croaking, her eyebrows knitted together as she moved to lean up on her side - whilst doing as little to disturb Pierres arm that was still flung round your middle. “Could you not sleep?” He shook his head violently in response, before letting out a small sniffle.

“had a-had a bad dream.” He pouted, his glassey eyes boring holes into your soul, even in the dim light from the hallway.

“Oh Mattie” Y/n sighed sadly, sitting p so she could properly wrap her arms round the boy to pick him up onto her lap. Mateo instantly clung tightly to her body, his little legs and arms wrapped round her chest, face nuzzled into the crook of her neck. Not sure what to do, Y/n just held him close and softly ra her fingers through the little baby curls at the bottom of his scalp. “You wanna talk about it?” She whispered, and was answered with an indignant shake off his head against her chest. “Well I’m glad you woke me up Teo, this is what me and Uncle Pierre are here for.” He sniffled slightly, before arching back, sitting up on your middle and looking down at you and then at Pierre who was still softly snoring next to you.

“Why aren’t you aunty Y/n? Why just Y/n?”

Kids always had this ability to surprise. And you had exactly zero idea how to answer that.

“Well kiddo, because your so special we have to earn the titles autny and uncle. Uncle Pierres known you since you were a baby! I’ve not known you that long so I’m not officially an aunty.” He crinkled his eyes, and appeared to look up at the dark ceiling as if in thought.

“Who gives you the name aunty then?” This felt like a trick.

“ummm… your mummy and daddy and Uncle Pierre too. They’re in charge.”

“If I was incharge I’d call you aunty Y/n.” Teo whispered for the frist time that evening, as if this was the secret part. Not the fact you were desperately trying to not let him disturb your slumbering boyfriend. He was still shattered from the first half of the season. He needed all the rest he could get.

“Awh Teo!” You pouted and pulled him in for another hug. “That is why your so cool!” He giggled as you lightly tickled his top. “You ready to try and go back to sleep again?”

Suddenly he looked all shy, hiding his face behind his eyes.

“When I have a bad dream at home…mummy and daddy let me.. let me sleep with them.” The cogs turned for a little bit, brain still addled by sleep, before you realised what he meant.

“Oh! Do you want to sleep with me and Pierre?” He nodded shyly again, and you had to hide a little grin at his cuteness. “You know when I get bad dreams, your uncle Pierre holds me tight and protects me from them. Like my hero. Do you think he could be your hero?” You knew the little kid had a fascination with superheros, already owning batman tshirts galore. Superheros wer basically his second language.

Instead of answering, Matteo just climbed off of you and into the middle of the bed, the space between you and Pierre. It took some adjustment, in fact Pierre huffed and squirmed in his sleep at the disruption, but Matteo ended up snugly under the covers, you mirroring Pierre on your side facing him.

“Okay kiddo, now give uncle Pierre a big hug ‘kay?” He nodded as you pulled Pierres slightly limp arm round his littlle body, making sure it wasn’t squashing the little kid. Instinctively, used to wrapping his arms round you, Pierre squeezed his little nephew, before relaxing and sagging back into a deep sleep.

“Night Aunty Y/n” Teo whispered, almost bringing a tear to yoru eye as you saw his little eyes poking out from Pierres arm to look at you. Of course he had said that. It practically made your heart melt.

“Night night little one, sweet dreams.”

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It was Pierre who was roused from sleep first in the morning. The soft french light streamed through the little inlets in the blind, giving the whole room a cosy and warm bath of light. Letting out a long sigh, he blinked his eyes open a couple times, enjoying the non-urgency of the morning which he so rarely got during the season. He muffled a wuiet cough, not wanting to disturb Y/n, before properly focusing on his left. Because it wasn’t just his girlfriend. Apparently somebody else had wormed there way into the bed last night.

Both were still slumbering away but a little brunette figure had stolen Pierres normal spot. Matteo was nestled up in the crook of Y/n’s neck his little palm resting up under her ear.

Pierre had never ever felt love that strong than in that exact moment.

After a few minutes just watching the two taking deep breaths, Pierre decided he needed to save this moment forever. As quietly as he could he leaned over the two to the bedside table, where his phone was. Apparently he failed miserably, as he had barely drawn the caemra before Y/n huffed, eyebrows furrowed together, as she blinked against the soft light of the room. She only scowled more when she noticed the camera in her face - before softening as soon as she realised the little boy pressed against her chest. Just this once she might forgive Pierre. Soon he too relaxed back down in the bed, and the couple shared the a silent but incredibly intimate moment, basking in there feelings for one another.

Pierre was so glad he had this time this summer. The fact he could spend the morning in bed waiting for the kid to wakeup. He didn’t have a gym session to go to, a meeting or a pr thing. He could be in the moment, daydreaming of his future, with his beautiful girlfriend and his beautiful nephew.

Later that morning, Pascale and Pierre where sat on the porch with a black coffee each, watching Teo madly chase Y/n and Jean round the expansive green garden.

“I heard it was musical beds last night?” Pascale interrupted the comfortable silence between the mother and son, which had before only been interrupted by Teos distant giggles.

“Hmmm apparantly so, though I slept through the whole thing.”

“You do need sleep my boy, Y/n was only following my express orders.”

“Mama” Pierre chuckled whilst shaking his head, his mother forever being incredibly overprotective. “Teo asked me this morning if I could allow him to call Y/n aunty.”

“Pourquoi?” Pascale questioned, switching back to her natural tongue. The whole Gasly family made a special effort to speaj English when Y/n was around - not wanting her to feel left out.

“He was asking her last night. This morning he sat me down to have an ‘important conversation’. he said Y/n earned the name aunty Y/n.” Pascale laughed, putting down the coffee cup on the table.

“That boy is older than his years.” Pierre nodded, and Pascale finally chose to ask the question. “You think maybe one day she will be?… you know, officially an auntie… a Gasly?” Pierre kept his eyes down on the garden, on the way Y/n spun Teo round when he ‘caught her’. But pascale didn’t miss the playful smile that grew on the corner of his mouth.

“How do you do it maman?” Pascale acted innocent, only shrugging and asking what. Even if she knew exactly what. “You knew I was thinking of that.”

“Maybe” Pascales smugness made Pierre scoff, before carrying on.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while… but this morning, waking up with her and Teo. I want that life with her. I want her to be the mother of my children. I think that shes the one. “

For the first time Pierre turned to properly look at his mum. And her extreme grin half made Pierre take back everything he said. Except he didn’t.

“You know my boy, we’ve all been waiting for you to realise for months. Not just Teo.”

“Seriously?”

“I love her. So does you dad and your brothers and sisters. So do all the kids. So do all your friends. And most importantly she has Teos complete seal of approval.” Pierre followed his mothers gesture straight ahead, till his eyes saw Teo and Y/n both sprinting towards the two of them, both of in fits of laughter.

“What are you two crazies doing?” Leaving Pierre in a slight state of shock, Pascale pretended as if nothing had just happened, engaging with the two in front of her.

“Y/n kept catching me! I was Ironman and she was Antman but she beat me!”

“I thought yuou told me Iron Man was the best hero.” Pascale questioned, while the little boy clambered up onto her side.

“No. Not anymore. Y/n is my favourite hero.”

“I’m not a hero Teo. I’m just Y/n.”

“No you said to me Uncle Pierre is your hero. And you protected me from bad dreams last night. You’re my hero.”

Y/n and Pascale just laughed at how the boys brain worked. The innocence of kids was just unbelievable. But Pierre didn’t, still reeling from the conversation with his mother. He sat with slightly glassy eyes, watching the two important women in his life with the cutest little boy ever. As Pascale excused her and Teo to get breakfast, Y/n looked over to her boyfriend, instantly her face dropping with worry.

“Hey, whats going on?” She instantly sat next to him on the outdoor couch, arms wrapping round his back. “Talk to me Pear.” He wasn’t even crying but, Y/n knew him like the back of her hand, she knew the little glimmer in his eye which wasn’t normal. Letting out a breathy chuckle, Pierre leaned closer to her, allowing Y/n to lift his chin up to meet her eyes.

“I’m just really happy.” He smiled, watching how her eyebrows furrowed slightly, eyes searching his for an answer. “Here with all the most important people. I’m happy.”

Her eyes softened, the worry instantaneously flowing away, as a little smile tugged at her lips.

“You really are going soft on me aren’t you? Oh wait - you’ve always been like that.” She teased, relaxing back into his chest a little as Pierre weaved his fingers through hers.

“Only for you cherie… you think one day we coulod have our own little Teo running round?” Pierre noticed the way the breathing seemed to hit pause after he asked the question, as if he’d maybe said the wrong thing. But then she looked up at him, with the softest eyes and whispered. “I am ready whenever you are.”

She was in this deep too. Here for the long run.

With the biggest smile, Pierre pulled her lips against his, cradling her head in both his hands. It wasn’t rushed or heated, instead a calmness that emanated for the both of them. Because neither was worried. After a few moments, they pulled apart, Y/n settling leant against his body, her head resting on his shoulder as thye looked out at the beautiful view from the garden of the rented home. And thats when Pierre knew. He knew what he needed to o next. And suddenly he wanted to go to the ring shop right then because he simply couldn’t wait.

“I got a few things I need to do first… but we will be a family soon cherie. I promise.”

lmk what u think and if i should keep writing f1 themed stuff!!! <3

#pierre gasly #pierre gasly one shot #pierre gasly fluff #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x you #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 fluff #f1 imagine #charles leclerc

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vibratingskull · 3 months

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Hello hello! I have another request if you don’t mind.

Could you do a single dad Thrawn & female!child!reader? headcannons or a story I don’t mind! If you want to do a story an idea could be that maybe reader had a pet snake and the snake passed away and Thrawn if telling them about the life cycle and helping get over her loss?

Or another good idea is that she hurt herself (idk maybe she fell down or something) and he’s conforming her? I’m in a need for some Thrawn comfort rn 😓

Please have a good day!

Aaaaaaaaaw ❤️ Dad Thrawn is best Thrawn. Here you go, soft dad Thrawn comforting you his daughter

I hope you'll feel better soon ❤️

Thrawn & Daughter!reader

Thrawn opens his eyes immediately hearing your sniffs, well awake in a second, he knows something is wrong.

“Visahot? Is something wrong?” He raises on his elbow, his red eyes shining in the dark of the room.

Your red eyes shine less, a testimony of your headspace right now. You sob and rub your eyes full of tears, gasping to breath.

“Its… It’s… Its Cheple… He doesn't move anymore…” You manage to say between gasp.

“I am coming.”

Thrawn stands on his feet, taking your little hand and walking to your room on the Chimaera. He never gets mad at you for being awake at night, he works on the assumption that you have a good reason even if you’re just reading past your bedtime. He will chastise you gently and sit on the bed to read you a final story then tuck you to bed.

But tonight you don’t seem to want a fairy tale.

He approaches the nest of plaids and clothes in the middle of your room, where Cheple, your pet serpent likes to curl up and sleep.

“I… Hic… I wanted to hug him but he didn’t move at all…” You explain.

He kneels next to the nest, observing silently the corpse of your snake. He delicately takes the head in his palms but Cheple is soft and dangles without reaction.

Poor little creature.

“What’s wrong with him?” You look at your dad with eyes full of hopes.

Dad knows so much, dad can do so much, surely he can help! But he turns to you and shakes his head, holding your hand.

“Visahot, there is nothing else to do.”

“Why? Why doesn’t he move.”

“He is dead, my darling.”

You look at him shocked and mouth agape.

“He…? No! No, you’re lying!” You burst into tears.

Thrawn pulls you into a hug, holding you tight against his beating heart. You cry like you nver cried. Cheple was your oldest friend with your dad, you know no other kids on this planet but found Cheple as an egg years ago. Your little heart immediately melted for the abandoned egg, all alone in the nest and you took it back to the Chimaera, proudly showing him off to your dad. He helped you built a nest under a heating lamp and one day, the eggshell cracked and you witnessed Cheple first shy steps into the world.

You were inseparable, attached by the hips you run all over the Chimaera with Cheple circling your shoulders.

But tonight…

“I am so sorry, my darling.” Thrawn tries to soothe you, caressing your head and back.

“So that means I will never see him again?!” You cry.

“No my darling, you will not.” He admits gently.

“But I don’t wanna! I want him! Why can’t you do something?!”

“Visahot.” He parts from you, holding your shoulders in his large hands, “There are some things we cannot change, whatever we try or no matter our effort. I would do something if I could ease your pain, but life and death are beyond anyone’s power.”

“But…But…” You sob uncontrollably.

“He left because it was his time. We both knew he was getting old, we saw the signs. What matters is the love you gave him all his life.” He tilts your head delicately. “He is in a better place now.”

“My bedroom wasn’t good enough for him?” You let your tears flow.

“It was more than enough. He always liked to curl up and hide in this room specifically because he felt safe here. You built him a great nest that he appropriated for himself and tonight he chose to die where he felt the safest, in your bedroom, next to you.”

“Why…?”

“Because you signified safety and warmth for him. He was so small he could have been devoured by anything, but you were always here to protect him from anything and he untrusted you for his final moments.”

“But I don’t want him to go away…”

“We cannot control that, my darling. Sometimes death comes at your door to rob you of your loved ones, tonight she came for Cheple while he was peacefully asleep. He left while dreaming, without any pain or worry because he was at ease with you, he felt loved and protected with you.”

You sniff, wiping your tears off your cheek.

“You remember when he felt ill for the first time?” Thrawn continues, “You dedicated all of your time to take care of him and for the first time he came to sleep with you in your bed. He saw you as his savior and benefactor.” He brushes your cheek with his thumb, “You gave him a life filled with adventure and love, and you can be sure the memories he brought with him are filled with your smiles.”

“But why tonight? Coudldn’t he have waited again a little?”

“No, my darling. He was an old snake you know, and that is the best thing that could have happened to him : getting old at your side.”

“So he didn’t leave because he didn’t love me anymore?”

“No, quite the contrary. He came to the person he was the closest to live his final moment because you comfort him and give him so much love.”

“It hurts, dad…” you lower your head.

“I know, Visahot, I know.” He presses your foreheads together, “But it is part of life, the best we can do is enjoy the ones we love to the fullest while they are here. Do you understand?” He asks softly.

“... Yes.”

“That’s my girl.” He kisses your forehead with so much love, “Are you alright?”

“No, my heart hurt really bad.” You complain.”And my stomach feels empty.”

“It is perfectly normal. It is because you loved him so much, it will hurt for some time but one day you will be able to think back fondly about him and only feel your love for him filling your heart.”

“For how long?”

“For one month or maybe one year. It depends on the heart.”

“I am sad, dad.”

“Of course you are, my darling. And I am sad for you. Do you want to sleep with me tonight? We will bury him properly tomorrow morning.”

You tiredly nod and snuggle against your dad, burying your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his comforting scent. He lifts you up and carries you back to his bedroom where he lays you down gently, sliding next to you and holds you close.

You keep crying for a moment until you fall asleep, exhausted. Thrawn didn’t stop cradling you against his heart, holding you as close as possible.

His dear little girl… He will arm you to fight life, to win everytime, but tonight, only time can help such a wound. So he keeps you close, giving you his full support and love, ready to face the harsh reality together tomorrow. But tonight, you’ll sleep soundly in his arms.

In security.

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mymainwastoocluttered · 1 year

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Birthday Cake (Azul Ashengrotto)

There’s actually a tradition about birthday cakes back where the Prefect comes from.

Original idea by @strawberry-pie-thoughts

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

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“Tesouro, what is this?”

“It's a cake!”

“Yes, I can see that. I'm wondering why there is a cake on my table?”

It's technically a miniature cake, one that certainly will be gone in very few slices, even if cut quite thin. It's the color of sand, clearly imitating the ocean floor, with some shiny pearls and gold coins and white shells scattered, all very small but abundant. The most attention catching part of it is the beautiful black octopus on top, its tentacles curling around in intricate swirls, the 'skin' shimmering under his office's lights. The blue eyes and stylishly askew fedora make it very clear who that is supposed to be.

“Well…” (Y/N) smiles at him that way that makes him have to swallow the ink threatening to spill out. What was it Mr. Shroud said the other day? His disadvantage against her cuteness would be the end of him. “Your birthday is tomorrow!”

“Yes. Well, technically, it's today, it is past midnight.”

They both should be in bed, actually. Monstro Lounge would have an event to celebrate his birthday, the day promises to be a busy one. Azul is already pushing his luck by being awake right now, way past his bedtime, but his anxiety to make sure things were going perfectly smooth did not let him rest until he had checked every nook and cranny and annoyed Floyd to the point of moping.

Then his girlfriend asked for a few minutes of his attention and he is a weak, weak guppy when it comes to her.

Maybe Mr. Shroud is onto something.

So here he is, sitting on his comfortable office chair, having a staring contest with a miniature version of himself while his girlfriend beams at him.

“I made this for you,” and she must've seen the beginnings of his conflict for she immediately holds his hand and squeezes. “I made sure it won't break your calorie intake for the day. At least, not too much! It's a special recipe Vil and Trey helped me prepare.”

(Y/N) asking Trey for help is nothing new—and maybe Azul has some insecurities about it despite knowing the Heartslabyul Vice Housewarden sees her as a sibling—, but for her to go to Vil, of all people? The only other person who's even more meticulous with his food intake than Azul and Riddle combined?

God, he loves her.

“I know you're not going to actually eat the cake you prepared for the party,” she glares a bit at him and he shrugs. The matter of his maybe a bit too strict eating habits is a delicate subject they're still breaching into, “so I made this! This way, you'll have the chance to eat a proper cake slice on your birthday!”

God, he loves her.

Taking her hand to his lips, he gives her soft skin as many kisses as he can, his hearts filling with warmth greater than the sun of Scarabia and ten times more nourishing.

“The octopus…?”

“I made him by hand! Took a lot of tries, Ace and Deuce might have diarrhea for a few days… but, hey, they agreed to it.”

Azul can only giggle, giddiness bubbling up his chest and making his head fuzzy.

“Let us share it, then.”

She agrees with a happy squeal, grabbing the knife and a plate—and only now he notices that she actually made a whole display with ocean themed plates and cups. By the smell, he can tell it is his favorite tea, the one he drinks when he needs to relax before bed with a good book.

God, he is loved.

“You can have it,” he says when she offers him the first cake slice.

She blinks. He blinks.

A blush rises to her cheeks.

“R… really?”

“... Yes?” he's a bit confused, but he's not going to complain about her cuteness, not now not ever.

“I guess it's not a thing here, but… back home, we give the first slice of our birthday cake to the person we love the most. So… thank you! I promise I'll give you the first slice of mine.”

God, he's going to spew ink on the cake.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #x fem reader #br twst #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #a series of birthday cakes

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darkenedreaper · 8 months

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Pairing: Ellen Ripley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: You’re tired after long days but Ripley is always by your side

A/N: Don’t worry I’m getting the requests done and out as soon as I can

Masterlist

Sleepyhead

Due to the catastrophic and damaging events of the Xenomorph you and Ripley are side by side 24/7

You can read each other like the back of your hand

You know each other better than you know your own selves

When Ripley gets tired, she’ll become a little more clingy

She needs a little more affection than usual when she gets tired, but she needs you regardless of her mood

When she’s tired she likes to have naps with you; on the bed under the cover, on the bed with a blanket draped over you, on the couch with the tv on low, or she sleeps in your lap while you mess with her hair

As the two of you have grown even closer she can only sleep in your arms

When she’s tried she loves being little spoon, or sleeping on your chest, or you holding her whilst you lay facing each other

Oh and she has the cutest bed head

Since Ripley shows signs of when she’s getting tired you always know, but you always look out for her in case

Now, when it’s late at night she’ll keep a closer eye on you, she likes to check to see if you’re tired, overtired, or if you’re still wide awake

If you’re still wide awake she doesn’t like to ask you to come to bed because she doesn’t want to cut your night short; even when you tell her to do otherwise

If you’re overtired she simply tells you to come lay on her chest, she rubs her hand up and down your back making little shapes on it, she plays with your hair, kissing your head now and then and she has the tv on low volume and low brightness for you

You end up falling asleep within 10 minutes

Now let’s see what Ellen does when you’re tired

It was late at night now, around 11 and you’d only only just finished up on your laptop for the night. Ellen tucked Newt in to bed about an hour ago, they had a little movie night which is why Newt stayed up past her bedtime. You were tidying up your office, taking some scribbled out paper to the bin and one or two empty coffee cups to the kitchen sink in the small apartment you and Ellen shared on the ship back home. Ripley was in her dressing gown, curled up and comfy with a hot chocolate you’d made her before you packed up your work. She wasn’t tired just yet, so she was sat up watching some episodes on the tv.

You had quickly changed into your sleepwear and quietly checked on Newt before walking to the couch to join Ellen. She turned her head to watch you join her as she uncurled herself and opened her arm that wasn’t holding her drink. You slipped under her arm and curled up next to her whilst her hand came to rub circles on your shoulder. “Hi darling are you finished for the night?” She asked you, and you groggily replied almost falling asleep under her loving touches, “I’m done for now, if I do anymore tonight I’ll die” you stated. She chuckled at your sentence and brought her lips to your head, “We can’t have that”.

Your eyes continued to droop for the time you remained in her one arm embrace. You wanted to go to bed and snuggle alongside Ripley but you wouldn’t interrupt her programme.

You were almost suddenly awaken by a tickling sensation on your stomach and sides, Ellen was trying to tickle you awake. You jumped up and say up looking at smiling Ripley. You must’ve fallen asleep on her and she pulled you down to lay on her lap as she finished watching her episodes, “I think you’re ready for bed sleepyhead”, she said stroking your arm. The tv was now off amd everywhere was fine and safe.

As the two of you approached your bedroom, you eyed up the bed ready for you to jump in to. Ripley gently took your wrist and gave a kiss to your cheek and spoke, “I’ll go check on Newt, you get into bed”, she kissed your cheek and walked off to check on the girl. “Ok sweetheart you quietly replied. You took the opportunity to use the bathroom to brush you teeth and do whatever else and by the time Ripley had walked back into your room you were already all tucked in, snug and smiling at Ellen who stopped at the doorframe smiling at you. You took your arms out from under the covers and held them out to her and she spoke, “2 minutes honey”. As she closed the bathroom door over she smiled to herself at your excited response of ‘ok!’.

Your love was finally on her way over to you and as she was you pulled the covers back so she could skip under them and as soon as she did you placed yourself into her open arms and sighed contentedly. In return she wrapped her arms around you, making you feel safe, and protected, like nothing could harm you. She smiled at your satisfied hum and after she gently spoke, “Honey you shouldn’t work yourself so hard”. Her hands were slowly and gently running up and down your back and across your tense but now relaxed shoulder blades. You responded to her, “I’m so lucky to have you Ellen”. She only replied by tightening her hold on you and kissing your forehead.

Soon she was falling asleep herself, the way your hand draped over her hip and massaged her sides, relaxed her into a state of euphoria. She quickly rolled over to turn the light off and was soon back to you. You lifted your head up out of her chest for a goodnight kiss. She placed her lisp onto yours in a delicate, passionate and loving way. After your kiss she leaned her head against your and said, “I love you, now close your eyes and sleep”. She said before resting her chin on your head, her heart fluttering at your reply, “I love you more”.

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scary-lasagna · 5 months

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The Christmas Express of the Underrealm, Pt I.

The sun has long since set over the rooftop of the manor, and clocks throughout the resident's rooms eagerly ticked down to midnight, for when Santa would arrive and chuck presents lovingly under the giant tree set in the middle of the foyer.

Slender made sure to simmer the fireplace early, so it would be cool enough to travel down, yet still strategically hold a bit of toasty warmth in contrast to the bitter cold and snow Santa would be facing throughout the night. The tall man ushered everyone off to bed early, clearing out the most populated rooms, and even wagging a finger at Jane for attempting to hide in her designated reading nook with [Y/N].

It's been long since Splendor tucked Sally into bed, and answered most of the Santa-related questions he could. Most of which he pinned on asking Slender tomorrow morning when she opened presents.

The pink walls and frills of her room only stared back at her as she kept her eyes overly wide to struggle to stay awake. The princess canopy made this more difficult, willingly placed there to create a mock sense of snoozy comfort made for a princess. Butterflies and other whimsical insects littered the bare spots of the wall around posters and self-painted portraits of herself and those she claims as her family. Vintage and modern toys alike neatly lined her rather large windowsill, along with paintbrushes used for her lovely portraits, getting the best view of when Santa comes along with his reindeer.

The 8-year-old crossed her fingers together and rested her intertwined hands on her stomach as she patiently waited… She looked over at the window, her toys still keeping an eye out for her as she pretended to sleep.

And waited.

She hummed an old tune to herself, attempting to smartly keep her mind busy enough to stay awake.

…And waited.

Sally lay in her bed, being very careful to not rustle any sheets, while breathing slowly and quietly. After all, how else could she listen for the ringing bells of Santa's sleigh? It might only be a quarter after 10, long past her bedtime, especially on Christmas Eve, but if The Great Claus were to travel across the realm, his sleigh would have to be the size of an ocean liner, and a total of three days to do it. Things just weren't adding up this year. So Sally decided she'd stay up to face the truth, and wondered quite a lot why she was still hearing footsteps outside of her room.

Why were people up if it's almost midnight? They're supposed to be in bed! Everyone knows that, it's literally in the song. Someone grumbled something about a cabin. It sounded like [Y/N]. The footsteps faded down the stairs.

He knows when you're sleeping and when you're awake, so it's only implied that you have to be sleeping by the time he gets here, or you'll be placed on the naughty list last minute!

What silly rules those are. Maybe Sally wanted a glass of water at midnight, would Santa deprive a dehydrated child of water just to put presents under the tree?

Her thoughts ceased to a screeching halt as her door popped open, a pencil-thin light peering into her safe space.

Holy SHIT is that Santa?

Sally shot up like a rocket, quickly peering through the door crack. It widened, revealing a shape that was nowhere near the size of a big jolly fat man and eight reindeer. Well, nine, if you include the weird outcast with a red nose.

In fact, it was a much, much smaller frame. Probably the shortest adult she's ever encountered.

"Ben, what do you want from me? I'm trying to sleep here." Sally huffed and plopped her head back into her pillow in aggravation. There's nothing that could be more important than the arrival of Santa.

Nothing.

"I just had a feeling you were still up, is all." Ben leaned on the doorframe for a second, "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, why not? You already ruined it." Sally gripped her covers and turned over with a haste that was too overly dramatic to imply anything short of spoiled annoyance.

"Ruined what?" Ben took the invitation with ease, and sat on her bedside. "It's not even midnight yet." He glanced at the ticking clock on her bedside to make sure, and sure enough it was still counting down to 10:30.

"Well, you and everyone else are up, which means Santa isn't going to come!" Sally threatened the verge of tears now, with so much frustration in a tiny body like hers, the only way of release is through waterworks.

"Ooohh, so you don't know?"

Sally roughly turned her head toward Ben, yet her body lay still. "What?" She pouted.

"All of those myths are outdated. Santa's really with the times now," Ben shrugged smugly, "and it doesn't matter whether there are people awake or not, he knows how to find a way to sneak past them and place presents under the tree. They're invisible until morning, so even if a kid sneaks down to peek, they won't be there!"

Sally supposed that made sense. But she didn't admit it. After all, why would Splendor lie about having to stay in bed until morning?

"That doesn't mean you shouldn't be sleeping though." He gave her a pat on the shoulder, and attempted to leave, but Sally had one last thing to say.

"I'm not sleeping tonight. I'm listening for the bells on Santa's sleigh."

Ben smiled, and nodded knowingly at the door frame. "Wake me up when he gets here, then."

The door clicked shut, and Sally sank into her mattress with great comfort. She blamed her sleepiness on the canopy, and weakly shook a fist toward it with a sleepy groan.

Her eyelids held too much weight to keep prying open, and slipped, and fell into a cozy and warm darkness of slumber.

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autisticalastor · 9 days

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the age of princesses & pirate ships

Pairing: Lucifer & Sir Pentious (platonic)

Rating: G

Tags: Fluff, Age Regression, Regressor!Lucifer, Regressor!Pentious

A/N: Title comes from The Best Day by Taylor Swift!

Pentious startles awake as he feels something drop heavily onto his chest, letting out a rather undignified screech.

“Awake?” the creature asks in a very familiar voice, looking at him curiously. It looks to him like a large white lizard, wearing an also-rather-familiar little hat.

“Your Majesssty…?” Pentious begins in confusion. “What… are you doing… here?”

“You wanna play ducks with me?” Lucifer asks, unblinking. Do lizards need to blink?

“Play… ducks? What…”

“Y'know, ducks. I have a bunch of little rubber ducks in my room! Do you wanna come play with them, with me?”

“Why not ask Niffty? You do know how she enjoys dramatic play with… little creatures.”

Lucifer makes a face… somehow. “I don't like how she plays ducks.”

“What about the Princcccess?”

“Charlie's asleep… with her girlfriend. Waking her up would be awkward.”

“What time even isss it?” Pentious looks towards the window, but all that really tells him is dark.

“Past everyone's bedtime, I guess,” Lucifer says dejectedly. “You don't have to play if you don't want to. Just figured maybe I wouldn't be the only one who could use some stress relief right about now. And I have some really cool ducks, just so you know.”

“... Cool how?”

Lucifer grins. How can a lizard grin? “I got all sorts! Some of ‘em even have powers! Like exploding and stuff!”

Pentious jolts up excitedly. He probably would've wound up throwing Lucifer off if it weren't for the fact that lizards do, in fact, have claws. “You had me at explosions.”

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#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #sir pentious #agere #sfw agere #age regression #hellaverse #my writing #x #hazbin hotel agere #hazbin agere

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littlerainyghoul · 5 months

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Aether trying to put a fussy little dew to bed...sounds like fun lol

Do you think you can write a fic about this?

yeah sure! of course!

I love writing regressed dew, and I think him being fussy fits his personality so well! Thank you for the request!

Without futher ado:

1am shenanigans

Summary: It’s 1am, and a tired Aether is trying to put the very energetic regressed fireghoul to bed.

words: 900

Pairings: Regressed Dewdrop, Caregiver Aether, also brief appearance of Cirrus

The fire ghoul spurled around the room, his body wriggling and gleaming with energy as he chased around the laser pointer Cirrus was playing with around the ghoul common room. He had the been chasing the laser for hours before, and the energy of the ghoul came to no end as he bounced around the room.

“Deww! Its time for some shut eye! It’s 1 am dear” Aether's voice rang out in the ghoul common room, laced with nothing but concern for the fire ghoul. He stepped in front of the energetic rascal, his body exuding a presence of gentle calmness.

"But....Aefey! I don't want to go to bed! I'm not tired" Dewdrop whine, disappointment lingering in his eyes, his nose scrunched in disgust at the idea of being put to bed.

“I know, little firefly, but don't you want to wake up and have the energy to play tomorrow?" Aether spoke, as he gestured to Cirrus to put away the laser pointer.

”Aether is right, you know, I think it's time for us to go to bed“ Cirrus spoke, her voice croaky from all the laughter she passed in the past couple of hours.

”Not tired! Cirrus! Please can we play some more?" Dewdrop shot his words, as he pounced in the air and crossed his arms.

“None can do, kid” Cirrus spoke as she yawned “I'm off to have my evening shower, see ya in the morning Aeth! Goodnight little one!“ she cooed the last part to Dewdrop.

”We need to calm you down, firefly" Aether whispered.

“Aeth, five more minutes? I really want to run around! It's so fun!"

"Nope, all the other ghouls went to bed. Now would you be a good boy for me? I'll tuck you in if you behave" Aether spoke, slight irritation lingering in his voice.

Dewdrop's lower lip jutted out ever so slightly, showcasing the classic sign of a pout. The smooth curve of his lips now held a hint of resistance, a silent protest against the unwelcome suggestion of sleep. Even his fiery aura seemed to flicker with a subdued intensity, mirroring the conflicted emotions etched across his expressive face.

“Please Dew?” Aether begged, his usual friendly and warm eyes tinted with exhaustion, and a hint of concern. "Why do you even want to stay up, anyway?"

"Not tired, Aethy" Dewdrop confessed.

Aether looked at Dewdrop, his eyes reflecting a mix of weariness and amusement. "Come on, firefly, bedtime is calling, and even the laser pointer needs its beauty sleep."

Dewdrop's eyes widened at the mention of the laser pointer, torn between the allure of play and the idea that Aether used his emotions like that.

Aether chuckled, "You know, if the laser pointer could talk, it would probably be saying, 'Enough, Dew, I need a break!'" He mimicked a high-pitched, imaginary voice, eliciting a giggle from Cirrus.

Dewdrop, caught off guard by the unexpected humour, let out a small laugh but still looked reluctant. Aether seized the opportunity to continue the banter. "Besides, if you stay up all night, you'll turn into a nocturnal ghoul, and I'm not sure the others are ready for that."

Cirrus, who turned back from entering her room, joined in, "Yeah, Dew, imagine waking up to find yourself surrounded by sleepy ghouls trying to get ready for the day while you're bouncing off the walls."

The thought seemed to amuse Dewdrop, and his resistance waned as he envisioned the comical scenario. "Okay, okay, I guess I don't want to be the only ghoul wide awake when everyone else is snoring," he conceded with a grin.

Aether seized the moment, "That's right, firebug" Now, let's make bedtime a grand adventure. I'll even tell you a story about a mischievous fire ghoul who learned the importance of a good night's sleep."

With a playful twinkle in his eye, Aether led Dewdrop towards his bedroom. It glowed with the warmth of red and gold hues, evoking the essence of dancing flames. Adorned with tapestries and artwork depicting swirling fire motifs, the room's focal point was a bed with crackling ember-patterned sheets and flame-carved headboard. In a cozy corner, a lava lamp added a mesmerizing touch, its molten wax mimicking the fluid movement of lava, casting a dynamic play of light.

Dewdrop climbed into the bed, as Aether threw some blankets on his body, as he tucked in the ghoul.

"Cosy, my love?" Aether cooed softly, as he tuned on the lavalamp.

“Bed time story, please?” Dewdrop asked

"Absolutely, my little Dewcifer" Aether replied with a tender smile, the warm glow of the lava lamp casting a soft radiance across the room.

As Dewdrop nestled into the crackling ember-patterned sheets, Aether began to weave a bedtime story, his voice a soothing melody that harmonized with the gentle flicker of the fiery-themed bedroom. The tale unfolded like the dance of flames, carrying Dewdrop into a world where fire ghouls embarked on enchanting adventures beneath the starlit canopy. The lavalamp's liquid glow echoed the story's rhythm, creating a tranquil ambiance that embraced them both in the comforting warmth of the fire-themed haven.

He softly carressed Dew's cheek, as Dew softly purred while the quintessential ghoul recounted his story. As Aether continued his tale, the bond between them deepened, and the room became a haven where the warmth of the story and the glow of the lava lamp melded into a soothing lullaby, cradling Dewdrop in the arms of sweet dreams.

#regressed ghouls #agere #eepy #ghost band agere #papa emeritus iv #agere fanfiction #littlerainyghoulwrites #safe for work #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #regressed dewdrop #cg aether #dewther

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quartzhearted · 8 days

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[ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth.

(Alcryst, five years old, climbs into his bed with a blanket in one hand and one of his books in another. He cuddles up to his father, who promised him one last story before it's really, actually, truly time to go to sleep. He's managed to push his bedtime back another hour, and it shows in how the young prince struggles to stay awake.

He gives his father a book of fairytales. Despite having 101 of them, Alcryst will only be satisfied with a chosen few. He requests "the one with the bears". There's 10 stories with bears and he hates half of them. Good luck, Dad!)

he should have listened to his wife when she told him not to heed his children's pleas when putting them to bed. ohh, how he should have listened to her. now, because of his folly, morion must face the greatest test he's ever faced in his life; past battalions, past mage cannoneers, past anything elusia has ever thrown at him, the most difficult act he's ever gone through makes them all pale in comparison.

he must find the story alcryst doesn't hate. given the vaguest information ever. dragons help him.

morion loves his boys more than life itself, but that doesn't mean they can't be absolute handfuls. diamant, just the other evening, had told his father that he "is a grown up boy now" and "can hold the fishing rod alone, thank you." five minutes after saying that, the kid got yanked into the water by a massive brodian snapper. the trip home with his soggy boy wasn't the best one he'd ever had, he'll admit that.

and here, alcryst is quite the little champion at barely giving morion anything to work with. "i want the story with the bears," he says. there's got to be at least ten bear-related stories just in the book he's pulled out, and the kid despises half of them anyways! the last thing morion wants to do is piss off his kid out of sleepiness, but seriously!

but morion can't even stay miffed when he looks at how alcryst hugs him. his boy's little hands---inconceivably small, dragons be---circle his arm, holding it as tight as he can handle in his sleepy state. it's a cold night tonight, so morion is sure his own warmth is attractive. his worries disappear for just a moment, and he leans over to kiss alcryst on his itty forehead.

being here, reading books to alcryst to put him to sleep, is the reason why morion fights. he'll swing his sword, and when he can't do that anymore he'll use his fists. without his fists he'll kick, and legless he'll bite. there's no low he wouldn't descend to, no place he wouldn't dare visit if it meant his family could live the happiest life they could. for brodia's continued prosperity, and for the smiles his kids wear when they see their father, morion will fight.

tonight, however, there is no war save for the battle of which bear story to read. these are the little skirmishes morion deals with on the peaceful days, and there's little he loves doing more. with a smile (and a quick prayer), morion flips to a certain page and reads.

"'Papa Bear and Baby Bears Go Fishing.' once upon a time..."

#⚔︎ ic #⚔︎ starrook #⚔︎ answered #[ OUUUA HGG A!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AEEEG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!BABYCRYST RAHHHHHHG GHAHH!!!!!!!! ]

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gasolineghuleh · 3 months

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Fancy A Fleshy?

So I ask you fucking HEATHENS for a drabble and this is what came out first. I gave myself a 10 minute timer and just wrote what came to mind. It's barely edited, but it's here.

I'm planning on doing one a day.

no miners down here, no gold in these hills, i swear

Copia rolls over in bed, flinging a forearm over his eyes in a desperate attempt to force himself to fall asleep. The lack of any kind of meaningful love, on both ends of the equation (in Copia's mind, anyways), has completely ruined him. Sure, a one night stand every now and then takes care of some base desires, but when even that option goes kaput for an indeterminate amount of time, it's hard not to give up all hope.

NO! Now isn't the time to be thinking about that. Before falling down the rabbit hole of being a cult figurehead, his focus was never this wishy-washy or based entirely on other people's perception of him. Now he can't help but wonder what they all think when they see him pass through the halls in couture robes. All these thoughts are the products of sleeplessness, he just needs to force his brain to shut the fuck up and drift off. He's about ready to cover his head with his pillow just to break up the monotony of his ever-present thoughts when there's a knock at his bedroom door. He groans internally, wondering why someone would try and bother him this late. It isn't that he doesn't like company or has anything against whoever might be on the other side of the heavy door, but right now what he truly wants most is to cum balls deep in a woman and then sleep for the next year.

Copia swings his legs over the side of his bed and grabs the heavy satin banyan from the edge of his mattress. He ties the strings in a bow around his waist before putting the matching sleeping cap back on and adjusting his robe once more to make certain that he's decent. When the door swings open, it's none other than one of his favorite Sisters, looking more than appetizing.

She says, "I came by for two reasons, I wanted to apologize to you again about earlier tonight and see if you were perhaps wanting to make up with a little... fun, so to speak."

The last bit catches him off guard. Last he had heard, this particular pretty Sister was bedding down with one of his more burly Ghouls. Now it seems that she's seeking that same rough treatment and he is more than willing to let her have it, not to mention get to release. Still...

The clock on his mantle loudly chimes the hour: 3 am.

He needs to be awake by 5...

"Sister," he starts, a placating smile on his lips, "I'm afraid I have to decline. I am old, you know, and it is past my bedtime." The Sister looks disappointed momentarily but recovers quickly, nodding. "Perhaps... if you wanted to come and wake me?" he finishes with a raised eyebrow.

The Sister tilts her head and shifts her eyes to the ceiling for a moment, thinking. She shrugs a second later, "I mean, sure. Waking Papa, it would be an honor, anyhow. I'm sure you'll be a great breakfast."

He laughs and taps the pad of his finger to her nose, "I look forward to tomorrow then, Sister. Goodnight." As she turns to leave, he gives her rear a quick swat which earns him a playful glare.

Before she turns to leave for good, this time with a wry smile, she responds, "Goodnight, Papa."

When the Sister's footsteps become distant down the stone hall, he closes the door, locking it tightly. He won't need much more sleep than what he already planned to get, but the thought of a bedmate, the rhythmic weight of her on his chest as he rises and falls with his breath is enough to speed up his resolve to finally try and sleep. He crawls back underneath the covers and shuts the lamp off by his bedside, but immediately wriggles a hand through the thin gap in between his mattress and box spring in search of his plastic... device.

In terms of making sure his cock received at least some stimulation on a nightly basis, his first question was how to not-quite cheat on whomever he happened to be sleeping with at the time without actually breaking the relationship. While that fulfilled some of his own fetishistic wants, he was more in the need of something close to how a real woman would feel, but not the potential cataclysm that came afterward.

His hand firmly grasps the handle of the fleshlight and he props it up with the held of some pillows and dirty talk that only he can hear. Copia's cock is already straining at the button of his sleep pants and he pulls them down gratefully, hissing through his teeth when the cool night air kisses his cock. His fingers trace along his shaft and his balls hang heavily beneath him as he situates himself in a semi-missionary position with the toy. It isn't too often that he gives himself the time to masturbate these days, what with his work mostly done at all hours of the night and early morning with practically nobody to keep him company when the sun goes down.

A pump of perfectly placed lube into his palm and he's ready to go, slicking up his cock in a swift and practiced motion. The shaft of his cock slides perfectly against his palm, the glide eased by the lubricant and the borderline desperation in his movements. The Sister in the hallway... it isn't like he's never noticed her before-- anyone with eyeballs would notice tits and an ass like that, even through the black habits and veils. When they'd parted ways, there was a... change to her demeanor. She seemed far more coy and her hips walked with a newfound sense of confidence. Is it cocky of him to think that he did that to her? Possibly, but at the same time... it's also likely true. He hasn't seen anyone else lately have that effect on a Sister like that. Not since he became Papa.

Another shake of his head and a press of his hips. He groans, chest deep, as he situates his cock into the toy.

"Fuck," he breathes out. A gentle rock of his hips to make sure that he's situated properly and then a steady thrust. With his eyes closed, it's so easy to imagine someone else, a body rocking above him, riding him, using him for her pleasure. He moves his other hand up to his chest and tweaks his nipples, rolling them between his fingers and thumb. The light stimulation makes him shudder and his balls tighten, but he needs more than just this, he needs to feel like he's fucking someone.

He starts to imagine what it'd be like if that Sister were here with him now, what she'd sound like as she fucked herself on his cock. Would she make the same little noises he did, would she bite her lip and toss her head back, or would she be demanding, pinning him down and riding him until her thighs quaked with overstimulation? Copia's breathing grows heavier as the heat begins to coil in the pit of his stomach and he grips the base of his cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. It's hard not to think about all the possibilities of what it would be like to be with her, to know her, to hold her, to taste her-

A breathy gasp from his throat and he feels his body begin to tremble, the tell-tale sign that he's close to cumming, close to tipping over that edge into the oblivion of pleasure and--

His door creaks open behind him.

"Papa? I hope it's okay, I don't think I can wait until-" The voice stops dead in its tracks and Copia feels the blood drain from his face.

"I, uhm. I can come back?" she suggests somewhat sheepishly, despite offering the same thing only moments before. Copia rolls over and immediately covers himself with his blankets. It's a useless move, seeing as he's still quite obviously... erect... and his potential bedmate has already seen him in the process of getting himself off. Not only that, but the Sister is now blushing the same color as Primo's robes and trying not to look at him.

"It's alright, you can come in," he says, his voice coming out much hoarser than he intended. The Sister nods and enters his room, locking the door behind her. She shuffles forward, her black habit swaying as she moves. The closer she gets, the more the blush on her cheeks becomes visible and the more embarrassed she seems to become. He's never seen her quite like this before, so shy. Normally she's a fiery spitfire, someone who's able to keep him on his toes and who doesn't take any of his bullshit. But right now she seems almost like a little girl, someone who's never had the pleasure of a man's touch.

As she walks towards him, the first thing that hits him is the smell of her perfume.

#lorraine writes #ghost bc #the band ghost #popia #papa emeritus #cardinal copia #copia #papa emeritus iv #papa iv #papa 4 #era 4 #fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost bc fanfic

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gamerbearmira · 10 months

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More spiderwoman au ideas!

First and foremost, Mirabel already has her own room. She got it when she was 7, but seeing as the room was still in the location of the nursery. Antonio still slept in there, but Mira didn’t mind, tonito was a cute and calm baby.

After Antonio didn’t get a gift, he got an additional room in her room. Both have their own side for privacy & such.

Casita hides both their spider suits once they come back from fighting crime. They know it would be rare for anybody except Dolores and Camilo to go into their room but just to be safe, Casita hides them.

Speaking of Casita’s walls, Bruno doesn’t live in them. Yes, he disappeared, but he disappeared a few neighborhoods away from Casita. He has a good paying job and a nice living space, and yes, he still has rat babies. But not as many, he has about 3 of them.

I feel Bruno had seen both spider bites before they even happened. So now Bruno just worries for them but still cheers them on from the sidelines.

Because Gwen doesn’t really have a place to stay, she often stays with Mirabel. Though VERY discreetly. Casita also made a small living area for her, similar to Bruno’s in the movie but with more feminine touches.

Isabela and Alma still be runnin their mouths about La Aranaposa and Arana nino. And as always, Camilo and Dolores be defendin the two heroes.

“Why is someone so young out there, that “Aranaposa” should be ashamed of herself for letting that child be so close to harm” - Isabela

“Si, he could get hurt at any moment” - Alma

*insert Mirabel and Antonio who just got back from fighting*

“Abuela, haven’t you ever stopped and considered that maybe they were both born with those powers and maybe thought they should put them to good use? haven’t you ever stopped and considered that maybe this whole city would be in shambles without them?” Dolores said politely but sternly

“And Isa, it’s been 6 years since Aranaposa came about and a year since Arana nino came around, don’t you have ANYTHING else to talk about? Anything, idk, NEW in your life?” Camilo added with an irritated tone as he also looked at Alma in the corner of his eye.

“NO politics at the table please” Julieta kindly chimed in as she harshly softly slammed her fist against the table. Julieta has grown tired of these conversations every other breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

I decided to change the family dynamics, everybody is fine with each other. Julieta and Pepa take time off when they need to and so do the gifted grandchildren. Alma is trying her best to be a good abuela. Before Bruno left he wrote a note addressing the families issues, how alma is the cause of most of them, and how they need to be fixed. So, for the past decade the family has been relaxing and only put their powers to use for emergencies or for fun.

So Isabela and Alma talking about the spider heroes stems from a place of concern and worry, the family knows that, but it’s still annoying.

I have a feeling Antonio is a very independent kid because of his duties. I mean yes, he still loves his parents and goes to them for advice, but he does a lot of things on his own. For example, he used to let Mira or his parents read him bedtime stories. But he’s so tired from helping with battles that he can barely stay awake for them. So he either grabs a book and reads it himself or just goes to sleep.

Hobie had said at some point that the one of the things that is known about spiderman is their independence. So Antonio held onto that with a tight grip.

All the family hears from the boy now is “no thanks, I got it” “Nope, I got it” “It’s alright, I can do it”

If he wants something as simple as pb & j or just a sandwich he’ll make it himself, and seeing as he has an easy bake oven, he mostly makes lunch or food by himself. He’s actually a pretty good cook. I saw in your drawing that Antonio gave Miguel some Arepas, so let’s just say Antonio made those for him.

When Miguel says to lego spiderman “your one of our best” I like to think that the other best he’s talking about is Jess, Mirabel, and Antonio. Like seriously, Jess can beat an enemy on a motorcycle WHILE PREGNANT. Mirabel can take out mysterio with one punch and Antonio can take out the hobgoblin with one kick. Which he has.

Oh yeah, they call Jess, Tia. Why wouldn’t they? She's Tia material.

Mirabel and Antonio had caught about 3 anomalies together, and 3 anomalies on their own.

“And there’s mysterio-” Lyla

“Caught that weirdo” - Mirabel

“Mz-stereo” Lyla

“I helped catch that one!” - Antonio

“Even though I told you not to�� - Mirabel

“Was I supposed to let her wreck our town? I don’t think so” Antonio

Oh yeah, even though not everybody likes the two spider kids, people do like to do some stuff where they know they are appreciated. Such as painting the two on some walls, leaving gifts, etc.

Gwen taught Mira how to play the drums and Hobie taught her how to play the electric guitar. And Antonio likes to help Pavitr feed the street dogs in his universe

Because the internet is a bit much Gwen started out small and gifted Dolores, Camilo, Mirabel, and Antonio Ipods. The spider teens love giving them song recommendations.

Mirabel’s favorite song is self love by Coi leroy, recommended by Gwen

Antonio’s favorite song is hummingbird by Metro Boomin and James Blake, recommended by Miles

Camilo’s favorite song is silk & cologne by ei8ght and offset, also recommended by Miles.

Dolore’s favorite song is link up by Don Toliver, it reminds her of hanging out with Mariano, recommended by Margo. When listening she just has to keep the music really low.

I feel like Dolores, Mirabel, Camilo, and Antonio’s favorite music genres are R & B, modern pop, y2k pop, and 90’s rap with some occasional rock songs recommended by hobie. When it comes to listening to rock Dolores has to keep her noise canceling headphones on, then listen to it.

Like every spiderman in school, the two are bound to miss some classes but thankfully they have good excuses. Just to let you know Mira missed about 6 classes and Antonio has missed about 4.

Miles should have never given Mirabel, and by extension Camilo spray paint. He introduced them to the idea of graffiti; they were amazed by it. The two only use it for good things such as giving an old or new shop a touch up. The designs are always spectacular and match the theme of the shop so no one can really get mad.

Antonio loves playing with mayday, he finds her adorable. He also likes to play with spider cat and spider rex.

STOP THE SPIDER DUO HATE IN ENCANTO 2k23⁉️⁉️⁉️

No but seriously. Can’t keep letting this slide. Not that they others are letting it slide 😭 mfs went OFF, really came for them huh. And they just let it happen because they both know that the other two are right 💀

Also let Camilo have access to spray paint <333 don't withhold his supply, let him do graffiti❗ Also iPods. Omg i think my cousin had one and she gave it to me when i was like 8 or 9 😭 but their taste in music is peak, especially wit that R&B and Y2K 🦅🦅🦅

W to Antonio for being an independent kid, L for Alma and Isabela for obvious reasons

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #encanto Camilo #encanto dolores #across the spiderverse #spiderwoman au

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fe-fictions · 1 year

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Do you happen to have an old Claude ones

(Here's some Claude comforting his kids while Byleth is away from home!)

To say that you missed your family would be an understatement. But since you were in the process of finalizing your duties as Archbishop, you still couldn’t be home all the time.

So Claude was left alone with your two children, moping around the castle and waiting impatiently for your return.

You comforted him with the knowledge that one day soon you’d be free from your duties as Archbishop and you could be a full-time mother to your twins, and a proper queen with your Khalid.

That, however, was assuming that they could survive without you.

Claude was already having trouble going to sleep without someone (his wife) to snuggle up with.

He could tell through your letters that you wanted to be home with him as badly as he wanted you to be there. But there was only so much you could do when Seteth had you tied up with all the last few tasks.

So until you returned, he was doomed to sleepless nights, alone in his bed, tossing and turning and wondering why the goddess had bertayed him.

Thankfully he didn’t have to suffer for long. Within the next few minutes, the darkness was suddenly illuminated by a small, shaky candlestick, followed by a loud creak as the bedroom door was pushed open, and then the pitter patter of two pairs of little, mischievous feet.

“Is Papa awake?”

“Shh! You gotta be quiet!”

“But if we wanna wake him up anyways then-”

“We don’t wanna wake him up- we just gotta sneak in- his bed’s real close-”

Claude bit his tongue to keep from snickering. The twins were wide awake even though it was midnight. Long past their bedtimes.

So he laid there in silence, listening to them whisper back and forth as they snuck up to the bed.

The blankets shifted, and he heard little grunts, followed by a hiss to put the candle down or else they’d set Papa on fire. He crakced an eye open for fear of being set ablaze, but instead found himself looking at a very curious, wide-eyed little boy who gasped when their eyes met in the dark.

“Papa!”

“You called?” He kept his voice low, but startled the pair all the same.

“W-we didn’t know you were awake!!”

“I can’t sleep,” He hummed as he opened an arm to them, welcoming the pair to his side. His daughter quickly climbed on top of him, while his son snuggled up into his side, tugging Claude’s arm over himself.

“We couldn’t sleep neither.” She confirmed with a grave expression, “Without Mama tellin’ us bedtime stories we can’t go to sleep.”

‘Wait a minute- I read your bedtime stories, tonight.”

“And that’s why we can’t sleep.”

“So mean.” He grumbled, pinching her cheek. She giggled, wiggling closer to his chest. “Is there anything I’m better at than your Mama?”

“Hmm,” She thought hard for a moment, “You’re good at makin’ us feel better when she’s gone!”

“That’s just because she’s out of the equation. You really must want me to kick you out, huh?” He pinched her chubby little cheeks, earning a bright giggle despite how tired she and her brother clearly were.

“No, Papa! We wanna stay with you! We love you lots!”

“Yeah, lots and lots!”

“Nice save.” He mused, and settled her down against his chest. She sighed happily, cuddling into her father and pressing her ear to his chest, hearing the steady thump-thump of Claude’s heartbeat.

It was nice, because it was strange. Her Mama didn’t have one, but she did, and her brother, and so did her Papa. She didn’t get to hear it much as a baby unless Claude was holding her, so it was a very new, fascinating sound.

And it never failed to make her feel calm and happy.

“When will Mama come back home?” Claude’s little boy asked, little hands curled tight into his tunic. Claude hummed as he thought, running his hand lazily through his son’s curly, dark hair.

“It’s not going to be much longer, kiddo. The last letter she sent said she’d be home in a couple more sleeps.”

“How many’s that?” The far more troublesome twin picked her head up, eyes sparkling.

“Eh, maybe two or three…”

“That’s a lot.” She pouted. “How’re we gonna wait that long?”

“Wing and a prayer, sweetheart.” He relaxed deeper into his pillow, the warmth of two tiny children clinging to him somehow more comforting. Probably because he wasn’t fidgeting around in bed alone, anymore.

That, and his children were absolutely precious and deserving of comfort and affection.

“I don’t have a wing.”

“Me neither.”

“What do we do?”

“We just...settle in, and sleep, and dream that Mama will be home soon.” Claude yawned, “Because the sooner we sleep, the sooner the next day comes, and the sooner we get to see her again, you see?”

“Mmm…” Her eyebrows knit together, trying to make the logic connect in her own mind. “What if we just sleep the whole time? Then we don’t have to wait- we just wake up and then Mama’s here!”

“If it were that easy I’d have done it, little girl. Trust me. ” He chuckled, tousling her hair. “But if we sleep later, there’ll be less time that we’re awake in the day, so...maybe it’s not such a bad idea.”

“Okay!” She giggled and dove back into his arms, sliding down so that she was on the other side of him, where her brother wasn’t.

Claude laid there, one arm around each twin, surrounded by cozy, snuggly little lovebugs who were just as excited for you to come home as him.

“Papa?”

“Hm...?”

“Night night.”

He laughed.

“Night night, sweetpea.”

“Papa.”

“Yes, son?”

“Night night.”

“Night night.” He kissed each of them on the top of their fuzzy little heads, nestling in for a proper night’s sleep, surrounded by the cutest children in all of Fodlan.

It didn’t take long for them to establish the new nighttime routine, both of them ended up sneaking into his room after they were sent to bed.

And for a few more nights it was bliss for all three of them, cuddling up and wondering how Mama was doing, and how far away she was.

Though the fourth morning they woke to the news that the queen had come home, so they all scrambled to get out of bed and rush to meet you as you trudged into the castle, clearly exhausted from such a long journey.

Seeing your twins sprinting up to you and crashing into you for a hug was more than energizing, but what you weren’t expecting was your husband literally running you over and tackling you into a hug, attacking you with hundreds of kisses that you could never hope to defend yourself against.

Of course with both their parents now on the floor and Papa smothering Mama in kisses, the twins had to join in and proceeded to climb all over Claude in an attempt to get to you.

Needless to say your morning devolved into endless laughter and joy, everyone beyond thrilled to finally be one big family again.

While you would have to train your twins to stop sneaking into bed with you both at night...you indulged them a few times now that you were finally home.

You missed them just as badly, after all; and you weren’t spoiled with baby cuddles like Claude was while you were gone.

They were more than happy to snuggle up with you, though. Claude included.

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