#and also that I think it'd be comfortable to be wrapped up in his tail in a nice embrace……..

[yaut-jaknowit]

Y'know what? I think it'd be funny as hell if a human farmer (y/n) befriended a xenomorph. And it acts like a cute, drooling, ..alien dog. And their male Yautja parter tolerates the Xeno while in front or near his human mate. But when y/n disappears. They both are just at each other's throats?

If that's okay, also I love your writing! And I cannot wait to see more! And I hope you have a lovely day/night

Lost Dog

Character: Con'tei (Male Yautja) x GN!Reader with Xeno

Word Count: 1784

Summary: As a farmer on a planet not many know, you live your life contently. Waking up early to go out into the fields and work. It's just yourself and your mate, Con'tei. Until a special alien shows up and worms its way into your soft heart instantly.

Author Note: This is such a funny idea.

Masterlist

Ao3

Ever since that day you stumbled upon an injured Xenomorph, it’s been attached to your hip. Since that same day, Con’tei has wanted nothing more than to tear the alien apart. No matter how many times you asked him to at least be civil with the thing. The Yautja has his own thoughts of the Xenomorph. That being having its head upon his wall. Specifically above the bed. Its nonexistent, lifeless eyes peering down at you. Con’tei was sure to let you of every detail to paint a picture inside of your mind. Every time.

When the Xeno looked up at you, guts nearly splattered across the edge of your corn field, you had fallen. Though it has no eyes, you felt compelled to help it back to your dwelling. Con’tei had been off on a hunt and left you enough time to patch up the creature. Until the Yautja returned and smelled the scent of a hard meat on the property. It took lots of sweet talking to get the male to calm down and listening to your voice.

Finally, Con’tei was able to think clearly after he saw you were okay. No injuries. No smell of blood. Not even fear in the air. The Yautja was more than confused on the what, why, and how. That only grew worse when he only had to take step to the side.

There in the bath tub of the dwelling sat the observing hard meat, just peering at him. You physically had to wrap your arms around Con’tei’s thin waist and pull the newly blooded away.

Worst of all, the xeno morph lept out of the tub when it saw the struggle. Its instincts flaring to life. It thought you were fighting the enemy and rushed out to help. Water dripped down its black, scared hide. Sharp silver teeth were bared at Con’tei. Its long, black tail whipped side to side.

A yelp slipped from your lips. Con’tei pushed you off of him a bit too harsh and lunged at the creature. You fell down to the ground and landed wrong on your wrist.

The two clash for a second when your sharp cry sounded an alarm. Each held onto the other, ready to draw blood. They whipped their heads over to your lying, prone form. One pushed at the other and nearly climbed over each other.

Con’tei reaches you first and kneels down at your side. But, he’s shoved off to the side by a black, skeleton hand. A deep bellow tumbled out of his chest as he reared back up to kill the hard meat somehow in your shared home.

It’s your crying that breaks the two of them up again. They separate once more to rush to your aid. For the moment, they were able to ignore the other. Con’tei’s dark orange hands touches at your hands. One was pinned to your chest by the other. Pain radiating from one. A deep purr vibrated from the Yautja in a comforting manner. His bright yellow eyes scanned over the rest of you. The only thing that was of concern was the wrist you were clutching onto.

Across from you, the xenomorph was whining and nudging its elongated head against your cheek. The move didn’t go unnoticed by Con’tei who snarled and scooped you away from the creature. This nearly became a tug-of-war match until you shouted, “stop it!” Each alien stilled.

“Stop fighting, please! I���m in pain and you’re only making it worse.” Con’tei whimpered and bowed his head in a manner that resembled a kicked puppy. “And you’re not making it any better by flailing around.” The xeno lowered its own head, tail dropping to the ground.

“Now, please, put me down. I think I just pulled a muscle in my wrist no thanks to the two of you,” you snapped at the two of them. The anger mostly coming from the pain sprouting from your throbbing wrist.

One look in your heat gaze had the Yautja listening to you. Your feet gingerly touched the ground. Con’tei was hesitant to let go of you at first. His gaze couldn’t stop flickering towards the creature he was sworn to kill. His muscles twitched as he fought every single cell in his body not to leap over you and slaughter it where it stood.

Instantly, you turned towards Con’tei and jabbed a finger into his chest. “Hey! Look at me, sir,” you demanded. The burnt orange Yautja had to drag his gaze off of the xeno. You had just turned your back to it with little care of your safety. “I know you are freaking internally and externally but let me explain.”

He bristled. Of course, you better explain in why in Cetanu’s name is there a hard meat in your home. And why was is following you around? Why was is it protecting you? His first thought was dismissed when smelled no change to your body. It hadn’t implanted anything into you. Con’tei snorted and crossed his arms.

You couldn’t help the sigh, shoulders sagging a little. “Okay, I deserved that.” Con’tei could agree with that. “But, you must see it from my side. I was working the field when I stumbled across this poor thing, all injured and begging for help.” He was ready to shake some sense into you. “I took it home and nursed it back to health. Now, its like a dog! It follows around and helps me around the house and even in the field.”

His anger flooded back to Con’tei’s mind and nearly blinded him. How could the one person he loves in the universe say such stupidity in the moment? He knew you were smarter than this. Yet, here you were proving him wrong with each word that falls out of your mouth.

The xeno made its point by coming up behind you and nuzzling its ugly face into the crook of your neck. His muscles flexed. “And why do you have it our home? Why isn’t it dead?” Injured, you should’ve had little trouble by exterminating the cursed thing. Why did your heart have to be so big? Why did your luck have to be so terrible?

Your face soured. You stepped back and patted the top of the xenomorph’s smooth, shiny head. It gave a chuff and rubbed against you some more. “Because, it was injured! I had to save it. I wasn’t going to let it die! What kind of person do you take me for to leave an injured creature for dead?” By Paya’s name, if he didn’t love you so much. He desperately wanted to shake some sense into you. Maybe rattle the thought of care for it out of your head.

“Exactly why it should be dead. You had a chance to kill it. Why didn’t you take it?” His hunter mind couldn’t grasp the thought process of your ooman brain.

Those were the wrong words to say.

“I told you! It was injured and I’m not like you. It looked so sad and pathetic. Now, look at it! It’s like a puppy I’ve always wanted. A very…” you trailed off to glance over your shoulder. “A very big, scary puppy who would protect me!”

There was truth to your words. Clearly, it was willing to protect you from someone who could easily kill it. But to leave it to live, Con’tei couldn’t let himself live with that knowledge. Even if it showed compliancy to you at the moment, who knows when its baser instincts kick in and slaughter you or use your body for a host.

Con’tei huffed and narrowed his bright eyes on you. “I said no.” The Yautja was still young and recently gained his clan marking during his chiva against these blasted creatures.

The way your brows jumped at his denial; then, your gaze darkened. Con’tei felt a drop of fear fall into the pit of his stomach. “No? Well, mister, it’s not up to you. You go off on these hunts all by yourself for a week or so. I’m left all alone!” You turned your head and nuzzled against the unforgiving, smooth surface of the xenomorph’s cheek. “What happens if something attacks our home? I can’t protect it to save my life. With it, I could at least stand a chance.”

What were you thinking?! After everything he’s told you about his near failure during his chiva, you had wished for the hard meat to stay. You go against his direct order to protect you keep it!

Yet… the truth behind your words sunk deep into the soft tissue of his brain. The knowledge this planet held many dangers while you sit at home, unprotected and weaponless, churned his stomach. Con’tei gritted his mandibles and looked over your shoulder. The creature had its face turned towards him, chin resting on your shoulder.

He tried to think of ways to convince you. Maybe, he’ll spend what little credits he had to get you a creature to protect you. Something he could train from a young age. Something that wasn’t a hard meat that could tear out your throat in a instant.

When his gaze returned to you, his stubbornness finally cracked. A groan sounded from him. “Little one, I swear…” he trailed off then let his shoulders sag. “Alright, alright. Fine. But, you must have it trained. A collar will be put on it. It will send an electric shock through its body, immobilizing it should it turn on you. I’m warning you, my mate.”

All of his stories he’s told you were fresh in your mind. His near defeat of his own life by these creatures. But, the loneness of sitting in an empty house made life difficult.

A squeal pierced the air. Your arms snatched around his waist. Con’tei jolted at first then let himself settle in your embrace before his own arms return the motion. The hunt had been long and made him long for this affection with you this entire time. What is he going to do with his little ooman who has him wrapped around their tiny pinkie finger?

With a sigh, he lets you go.

“Okay, you two be good then. I’ve gotta go clean up the bathroom!” You blew each of them a kiss before skipping towards the bathroom. The door was closed behind you to clean up the mess the xenomorph had left behind in his wake of protection.

Both of the alien’s watched as the door closed behind you. Then, they snapped their heads towards the other. A second paused the still air. Each lunged at the other in a clash of fangs, claws, and snarls.

[dilatorywriting]

59 Leona, it'd take a lot for him to admit but he would say it eventually. (Also I know you'd recognize me but I'm shy, so anon it is)

Gender Neutral Reader x Leona Kingscholar Word Count: 1.5k

Prompt 59: "People like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you, I think fate was being harsh on you."

[EVENT MASTERLIST]

You are nice, and you are stupid. And those things aren’t mutually exclusive.

Sometimes you’re nice because you’re stupid, and sometimes you do stupid things because you’re too nice for your own stupid, stupid good. And it drives Leona half insane.

Which it shouldn’t, because nice, stupid people like you are just as annoying as his brother. Goody-two-shoes with buttoned vests and sparkly, star-shaped stickers on their term papers.

“Did you remember your homework?”

Leona flicked his tail in your face and you scrunched your nose over your notebook.

“Well?”

“Of course I remembered,” he scoffed, lazing back against the roots of one of his favorite trees. This spot used to be so much quieter, so much more peaceful, before you decided to trail after him like a duck quacking for its mother.

“Did you do the homework?” you clarified, and Leona rolled his eyes.

You sighed and starting ruffling around in your bookbag. “I brought a spare copy of the worksheet. You’re going to drive Ruggie insane, y’know. If he winds up stuck with you for another year because you failed for not turning in assignments.”

“Yeah. Sure. Another three-hundred-and-sixty-five days to rifle through my wallet. Worst news of his life.”

You huffed good naturedly and handed him the sheet of crisp, white copy paper and a pen. “Get to work, Kingscholar.”

“Oh?” he drawled, closing his eyes and settling back, loose limbed and all long, lean leisure, against the tree trunk. Clearly ready for an afternoon snooze. “Make me.”

You sighed again and reached over to flick your own well-used pen against his ear. It twitched under your fingers—soft, and tufted. The finest of the pale, tan fur brushing up against your fingertips. “Fine. Be that way. See if I bring you lunch tomorrow.”

“You will,” he scoffed.

“Yeah,” you sighed, sounding resigned and foolishly fond. “I probably will.”

See? Stupid. So easy to manipulate. So willing to let yourself be squashed under his clawed thumb. It was a wonder you’d managed to survive in this school at all. Nevertheless by clinging onto the coattails of someone like him. He’d never made anyone’s existence easier a day in his life, and he certainly wasn’t going to start now, just because you were too soft-hearted and slow to see a looming predator for what it was.

“Just give me that stupid fucking paper,” he snapped, sitting upright and swatting away your poking pen with a sneer. You laughed into your palms like a secret—bright, and merry, and dumb as a fucking rock.

“Whatever you say, Leona.”

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You’d handled his Overblot with a strange sort of aplomb that at first Leona had attributed to perhaps a lingering, hidden confidence that he’d just never bothered to unearth. You were just some herbivore, and even the littlest rabbits could bite back when you put them in a corner. But then he’d come to the decision that that easy conviction was just another symptom of your rampant stupidity.

“I know you guys don’t want to hurt me, or any of us. Not really,” you shrugged around a wad of cotton—the blood dripping from your nose slowly drying up to a tacky, sticky dribble. Leona gaped at you outright.

That was your grand explanation. For why you’d been so eager to charge forward when he’d collapsed in a pool of inky nightmares and self-loathing. And the very same reason apparently thatyou’d felt so comfortable rushing forward to treat Azul Ashengrotto’s blubbering, hysterical, breakdown with the same urgency.

“That octo-prick would have ripped you in half,” he sneered, fingers twitching a nervous rhythm against his palms as he watched the nurse wrap another layer or bandages around your head.

You shrugged. “Not on purpose.”

You were going to give him an aneurism.

“You’re going to get yourself killed,” he snarled, ignoring the horrible, twisty thing curling like bile through his chest. “And I’m not going to bother paying for some self-sacrificing idiot’s funeral.”

Another shrug.

“That’s alright,” you hummed, a soft sort of crooked smile on your mouth. “Would’ve been a waste of money anyways.”

Leona didn’t talk to you for a week after that. Surely because your stupidity had reached such a fever pitch that it was no doubt contagious, and he needed to protect his far superior and more valuable brain. Not because the image of you smiling and nodding along to his declarations that he wouldn’t put the effort into mourning your death had soured something so deep in his gut that he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to scrape it out.

.

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When he received a letter from home asking him to return for some shitty coronation nonsense for his equally shitty brother, Leona had debated just skipping it outright. Who was going to stop him? You?

Well. Yes, apparently.

“It sounds important,” you hummed, peering over his shoulder at the neat, formal scrawl of the summons. “You should go.”

He snorted. “I don’t want to be there, they don’t want me to be there. What’s the point.”

You frowned, brow crinkling in the middle.

“Well, that’s not true,” you said, perplexed. “They wouldn’t write to you if that was the case.”

Leona snorted, eyes darting away to glare bitterly off into the corner. “Not like they have a choice.”

“Well then you don’t have a choice either,” you argued, firm. “I’ll go with you. See? It says you can have a plus one. You can camp out in your fancy, princey, bedroom. And I can siphon you snacks from the fancy, princey hors d'oeuvres tables. That way we both win. You get to be a reclusive asshole and rub the fact that that you still went in everyone’s faces, and I can get access to some tasty, royal food that I’ll probably never be able to afford again for the rest of my life.”

“Should’ve known you’d be like Ruggie—only using me for the free food,” he sighed, melodramatic and obviously put on.

“Well, also because I thought you could use the emotional support,” you added, a touch too soft and far too genuine. “But I didn’t think you wanted to hear that bit.”

“You’re right,” he scoffed, turning onto his side to hide the strange, miserable heat pricking at his skin. “Don’t ever say corny shit like that again.”

“Aye, aye, captain,” you grinned, flicking at his ear, and Leona added another mental tab to his never-ending list of reasons that you were really far too brainless to keep functioning at all.

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You were nice, and you were stupid. And Seven, he wanted to be anywhere but here.

“My brother hasn’t ever brought someone to one of these events before,” Falena had said, to your face. Idiot to idiot communication.  

“I didn’t give him much of an option,” you’d chirped, perfectly pleasant. “I don’t think he wants me anywhere near here, to be fair. Or around him in general. But I’m like a cockroach. Can’t get rid of me.”

And Falena had laughed. Because he was terrible. And said, “I’m sure he must care about you very much, little cockroach.”

And then because you were more terrible, you laughed back and said very assuredly, “Oh, not at all.”

Which was—was—

“Do you really think that?” he snapped, once the two of you were alone. And you blinked back at him with wide, owlish eyes.

“Think what?”

Think at all,he wanted to sneer, but just glared silently and bitterly into the middle distance—fighting the nonsensical, irritated swishing of his tail.

But you just kept staring at him. Like he was the moron here. Which was unacceptable.

“Look,” he frowned, sharp and miserable. “I get it. People like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you. Whatever gods exist out there were playing a shitty fucking joke on you when they dropped you in my lap. But you’re stuck with me. So stop—” he bit out, fighting that awful, twisty thing in his gut that never seemed to fully go away. “Stop talking like I can’t stand you.”

“…oh,” you mumbled, whisper quiet—that wide, startled gaze flicking away in embarrassment. “Oh.”

“Oh,” he echoed, sharp, and you snorted a laugh that seemed to surprise even you.

“You’re stuck with me too then, y’know,” you said after a long moment. “Even when I make you grumpy.”

“You don’t make me grumpy. I am grumpy. You make me—” he cut off quick, eyes darting away petulantly and an absolutely unfair heat rising along his cheekbones.  

“Itchy,” you piped in, and he gaped at you in shock.

“What?”

“You know,” you shrugged, awkward, and reached up to wiggle your fingers. “Cockroach. Many legs. Squirming. Itchy.”

“Never say any of those words again.”

You laughed into your palm—inelegant and a touch too loud. Leona felt his lips quirk.

“Thank you,” you said after a moment, once your giggles were a bit more under control. And leaned forward quick as a whip to press a nervous peck against his cheek. “For being kind to me.”

Kind.

Leona reached up to press a hand against the too-warm skin with a terrible, unfamiliar sensation in his head not unlike the fuzzy, white drone of TV static. And a horrible thought managed to filter its way through the floating, buzzing sensation curling through the whole of him.

Oh, fuck. It is contagious.

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[lunas-tps-ramblings]

When Adrian hugs someone he's comfortable with he wraps his tail around them :3

Silly headcanon stuffs :] I will add onto this!!!!! Prommy!!!!!!!!!

Eds plays roblox parkour games and gets upset whenever he dies

Ry has sworn to NEVER touch AO3 and leaves that entire site to Eds

Lorenzo doesn’t like lost media, since it’s really trippy for him to fully remember something only to then realize that its source is either unknown or just completely GONE.

Eds has watched skibidi toilet at LEAST once out of curiosity

Eds hates his antlers because they always get caught in things or bonk off doorways

Atlas can mimic animal noises and would totally just randomly do it just to freak everyone out

Allysson has read Wings of Fire and her favourite character is Glory

Allysson has also binge watched the entirety of MLP FIM /hj

Adrian the type of guy who’d giggle and kick his feet over stuff

Allysson has a bunch of fluffy blankets and pillows on her bed and also probably has a bunch of beanbags she likes to dramatically flop onto

Adding onto the last one, Allyson has hit her head off the wall more than once while dramatically flopping on beanbags

Allysson scams kids on roblox AND animal jam

Ethan has been scammed on animal jam before

Philia keeps and cherishes every gift she’s given. And by every, I mean EVERY.

Adrian is so used to being called a snake or a reptile that he’d short circuit for a minute if someone correctly called him a sea serpent

Ry likes mints

[criminalcinnamon]

SLEEPOVER (an alecody fic)

Yayyyy another fic!!! I've been planning to write this for MONTHS. I wrote this in like. 2 days btw, shortest time ive ever taken to write a fic. Ough

Cody was practically hopping from foot to foot as he stood outside Alejandro's apartment. He was ECSTATIC. Why? Because him and Alejandro were having a sleepover. Cody didn't have much experience with sleeping at people's houses, not having many friends when he was younger, so that excitement was also tinged with nerves. What if he messed up? What if Alejandro never let him sleep over again? He felt his hand tremble slightly as he pressed Alejandro's doorbell.

Cody was greeted with a warm smile on the other side of the doorframe as Alejandro opened up.

"Cody! Finally."

"Good to know you were waiting."

"I was, do you have everything?"

"Yeah, I mean I think so."

"Great. You should probably come in now."

Alejandro opened the door wider and stepped aside so Cody could enter. Cody glanced around, briefly looking the taller man up and down before setting his large backpack down, almost falling over as he slipped off one of the straps, winning a laugh out of Alejandro as he steadied him. Cody's face flushed and he scratched his neck sheepishly.

"So, what're we gonna do?"

"We could watch a movie."

"Ooh, okay! What should we watch?"

"I have Jurassic Park on DVD."

"Of course you do, I know it's your favourite."

"It is." Alejandro smiled sheepishly. "Although it is not entirely accurate."

"Nerd."

"Oh, hush you."

Cody giggled and wandered over to the couch before remembering something.

"Do you have the onesie?" He asked excitedly, his hands gripping the back of the couch.

"Of course I do, but do we HAVE to wear them?"

"Uh, yeah! I thought it'd be cute."

"Alright, fine. I will wear it."

"Awesome! Let me grab mine."

Cody clambered over the back of the couch - even though he could've just got up normally - and grabbed his bag before dashing to the bathroom to change. Alejandro sighed fondly and wandered into his room to change as well.

The second Cody entered the bathroom, he locked the door, just in case. He sighed and stared at himself in the mirror, starting to fix up his hair. Once he was finally done, he changed into the onesie. It was blue and shark themed, with a fin on the back and teeth and eyes on the hood, as well as a sewn on shark tail. He laughed to himself slightly before he unlocked the door and stepped back into the living room, to find Alejandro seated on the couch in his matching outfit, a green dinosaur onesie with similar features on the hood and spikes down the back and tail.

"You look adorable!" Cody hopped onto the couch next to Alejandro, who rolled his eyes playfully.

"As do you."

"Yeah, but you're cuter." Cody grinned, leaning against Alejandro.

"Fine, I suppose I am."

"That's the spirit! Now let's start up the movie, yeah?"

"Yup."

Alejandro got off the couch and bent down to grab the DVD, slipping it into the DVD player before going back to rest against the couch. Cody curled up against the former as the movie started, and Alejandro put a reassuring hand on his back.

At around the halfway mark, Alejandro broke the comforting silence.

"Do you know how inaccurate this movie is? The tyrannosaurus rex had feathers, and the velociraptors did too. The dilophosaurus did not have those things on the side of its head and it certainly did not SPIT ACID!"

Alejandro continued to rant about the inaccuracies of the movie, while Cody watched him admiringly, listening to every single word. His eyes weren't even on the screen anymore, they were focused on his boyfriend. Cody loved how much Alejandro knew about dinosaurs, and the way he was so expressive and passionate about them made it even better. He felt himself leaning even more into Alejandro, who ended his rambling to wrap his arm around him.

When the movie ended, Cody was practically half asleep. Alejandro laughed and shook him slightly.

"Cody, wake up." Cody blinked slowly and sat up properly.

"Sorry, tired."

"Let us get to bed then. Come on." Alejandro stepped off the couch and held out his hand to Cody, who took it gratefully, their fingers tangling together as they walked together. Cody couldn't really think of anything to say, so he stayed silent.

When they reached the bedroom, Cody collapsed onto the bed, burying his face in one of Alejandro's decorative pillows.

"You really are exhausted." Alejandro commented as he sat on the end of the bed. Cody shuffled over to him and pulled him down. Alejandro chuckled and wrapped his arms around Cody.

Cody groaned. "Mhm... Promise you'll stay?"

"I promise." Alejandro kissed Cody's forehead and pulled the blankets over them.

Around midnight, Cody awoke from whatever dream he was having and sat up in bed, Alejandro's arms were around his waist. He looked down at his partner, panting quietly.

"You awake?" He whispered. Alejandro yawned in response and Cody laughed.

"Sorry for waking you up."

"It is alright, I was having trouble sleeping anyway."

"Oh. Sorry."

Alejandro chuckled. "It is not related to you, do not worry."

Cody breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank god."

Cody lay back down on the bed, closing his eyes only to reopen them a second later.

"I'm hungry."

"Me too, shall we go get something to eat?"

"But I don't wanna get up..." Cody whined.

"I will get you something, stay there." Cody rolled his eyes but nodded.

Soon, Alejandro was back with a mug of hot chocolate and a sandwich.

"You made me a sandwich?"

"Yes? We were going to share."

"Great! Thanks." Cody kissed Alejandro's nose.

They settled into bed together, eating their sandwiches and drinking their hot chocolates. Cody smiled to himself, the sleepover went better than he expected, and he couldn't wait for their next one.

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Hope yall like this one, I really enjoyed writing it 🎉

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

hello! i have a request for 'SbITILYP', if you don't mind. how about the reader trying to do something for hiccup to impress him/show him that she likes him? hiccup has been doing a lot of things for the reader so I think it'd be cute seeing the reader awkwardly attempt to do the same :)

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 28

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 1110

Things come to a simple end.

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, final part, half-fill

<Previous - First>

“I’m surprised it went this smooth,” Stoick grumbled, voice hollow with distance, “With Alvin-... I’d expect something from Hiccup, at least. That boy…”

“He’s ‘Too busy, eh?” Gobber asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively, grunting and hopping as he did it, reattaching his prosthetic to his leg nub, “Prolly been off mackin’ on tha’ girlfriend o’ his.”

Right… Alvin.

“Ah,” Hiccup was flushed, rubbing his neck and brushing against already messy hair, “Yeah, I forgot about that…”

Toothless was around somewhere.

He glanced to the side, where you stood, equally embarrassed and mussed, shoulders hunched slightly, very red in the face.

You shifted in your skirts, resisting the urge to use your boot to scratch at the back of your thigh, which had been itchy for a little while, since you brushed up against some plant walking back from the forest.

You were just around the corner from Hiccup’s Dad -a bright and heavily painted corner; turns out his whole ‘painting the houses’ thing caught on, which meant a lot less of things burning down- though he wasn’t sure if you’d heard.

All the talk of criminal executions was depressing, though you missed it, lost in the puppy-love haze phase of your new relationship. Still, it was kind of a bummer. It was for the best that Alvin was gone, though. Less danger in that for you too -not just the riders or Stoick or anything else.

You hoped it didn’t bum Hiccup out too bad. You noticed it had been getting him down, and you’d done your best.

Your fingers curled together, hooked securely and delicately to his by the fingerpads, and you and Hiccup stood close enough that you could feel his body heat through his tunic though not yet enough for the two of you to be touching by the arm.

You’d just gotten back from a successful trip to the glowing algae pool.

His vest was slightly displaced and you were both sure he’d lost a bead or two.

In one hand you held the little Fireworm, wrapped in a carefully made chainmail blanket -it was hard to come up with something that wouldn’t pinch skin or scales- also wrapped in a layer of leather so that you could hold it comfortably. 

It squirmed slightly. 

He scuffed his prosthetic slightly, recently oiled, recently reforged with treads beaten into the bottom, which did a lot to help with gripping wet wood while you were walking hand-in-hand around Berk.

You wore a red tunic -his, really, he’d lent it to you again after you’d gotten some muck on yours- and a string of your own beads on leather cord tied around your neck, something Hiccup had picked nonchalantly from the forge and used to help make you a necklace. 

He’d tried to make you a bead once, but he wasn’t much of an artisan. 

“I mean, me too,” You huffed, feather swaying as you shifted, attached to a stick like a pom-pom on one end of a cat toy, “We’ve been busy with other things, though- Not like what Gobber said- I mean, you know…”

Hiccup nodded, though he was still looking forward. This was all still super new for the both of you.

 It would feel that way for a while.

You were still in disbelief- it was a wonder to you why he and Astrid didn’t pair up before. 

He traced the collar of his scarf slightly as Sharpshot lolled lazily by your feet, slightly wet and glow-ey by his lower half whenever he teased the shade with his tail. 

You knew Hiccup was bummed Devastated that the Screaming Death had destroyed all his hard work -a good deal of the things he’d built up in the village for you, though with some hard work and dirt pushed under your fingernails it had been fixed up pretty easy.

He seemed happier now. It hadn’t really been something you’d planned but you’d distracted him somewhat- your relationship was still very, very new, still.

And you made him a gift.

You’d tried crafting again. It was very scratchy and you’d definitely not done a very good job making sure the whole thing was even but it was a nice fading rainbow, the yarn dyed in all the colors in Roy G. Biv in darker, neutral tones.

“Looks like you fixed things right up, ‘Dragon Master,’” You stuck out your tongue at him, looking smug.

It -the scarf- covered the bottom of Hiccup’s chin. It didn’t really fit him but he wore it with pride, which made something flutter around in your guts in a way that was almost uncomfortable.

You predicted it would be around a week before he took it off.

Hiccup had unintentionally returned the favor. You got a satchel from him, small and attached to a belt with norse knots imprinted around the edges, sown neatly together. It was sort of like a fanny pack but with more buckles and also cool.

“Did you really have to use that?” Hiccup said, leaning his head towards you momentarily.

Sharpshot churr-ed in the squawky squeaky way only a terror could, blinking up at the feather attached to your hip as you adjusted your hand in Hiccup’s.

The small Fireworm in your other hand blinked beadily as it sometimes very rarely did.

“It is tacky,” You admitted, though that was definitely why you used it, “But you did a good enough job to deserve it, not that you have to do anything to deserve things.”

You gently bumped into him with your hip.

And he did a great job. Berk was back to how it was just before the Screaming Death -most of the roses ended up being fine, and the plants that were lost were easily replaced and reinforced by spiked metal fences and wooden pikes.

You’d also added a few new planters. Many of the houses stationed under ramps were popular real estate now for metal tins for glowing mushroom growing, which you knew there many new homeowners were proud of, not just because of the fact that it made them a lot of money.

The mushrooms were great for paint making and the extra roofing kept dragons from jumping over houses and messing with tiling.

It was heavy maintenance, but they were all Vikings. For a modern girl like you, you found it was all worth it, if not just for the convenience.

Living on Berk was rough, but it was good and different now. Even with all the Outcasts and the dragons and the hunters and everything else missing.

And you were happy. 

And maybe Hiccup’s crush hadn’t ended up being so onesided after all.

[t0ta11y-n0t-cup1d]

!!!!! hi !!! :) can u maybe write rise leo & donnie hcs (separate pls) with a reader who's super affectionate and just loves tf out of them.!!! like!!! reader is head over heels!!!

also i hate that u were self conscious while writing totally platonic ;( it was so great, i rly like the way u wrote it!!!🥹 made me feel all warm n' fuzzy n' shit

Touchy-Feely

꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ (seperate) don + leo hcs w a supez affectionate reader!!! (physical touch, gift-giving, words of affirmation)

req ;; yes/no

g/n reader!! they/them prns

warnings ;; swearing, kinda ooc??

leo ;;

- so leo is naturally ALL over people he loves (think climbing all over raph, draping himself over mikey + donnie, etc)

- it'd be really accurate to say he's the same way with you!

- whenever you're in the lair, or just around the turtles/leo, you are going to be snatched up and there is nothing you can do about it!

- standing up? okay, leo's just gonna wrap his arms round your waist and lean his head on your shoulder.

- sitting down? either you're sitting in his lap or he's sitting in yours— or, he sits on the floor beside you so that he can lean his head on your thighs (i love doing that)

- laying in bed? CUDDLE TIME!

- that's all just to say that leo himself is very physically affectionate ;; if he got the chance he'd hold onto you and never let go

- with leo's self-esteem problems, i think it really helps to have a partner who's super affectionate!

- leo's the kinda guy to have doubts/ be like 'why are you even with me? i'm so lame and my brothers/literally anyone is so much better than me'

- so to have someone who time and time again shows how much they love him and proves that they only have eyes for him?

- it actually really helps! of course, those thoughts do come back sometimes, but it's nothing that a few kisses and a cuddle session can't fix!

- not to mention how you're always, always willing to tell him own much you love him!! because you do, you love him very much and will do anything to get those bad thoughts out of his head

- if he ever feels bad about himself or something he did, he always comes to you to get some comfort bc you comfort him in the best way

- like i wrote in Totally Platonic, leo's prone to subconsciously wagging his tail, making chittering/churring sounds at you, even fluttering his fingers around your cheeks bc red-eared slider DNA go brrr

- something that i think leo would be self-conscious of is money and ish, bc its not like he can really get much?? with the whole turtle situation

- but you, of course, being the angel you are, constantly reassures him that you don't need materialistic things for him to prove his love! you just want him, not anything else

- he sobs on the spot

- leo's the type of guy to fall HARD, so to know you're the same way? to know that you're as crazy about him as he is about you?

- he swoons, and wonders what he might've done to deserve such a wonderful partner.

- (literally save the world twice but who's counting?)

donnie ;;

- everybody, EVERYBODY KNOWS that donnie ain't a very touch-oriented guy, so at the start of the relationship, he'd deffo be overwhelmed by all the love and might ask you to tone it down (not in a mean way)

- once he gets comfortable tho he's all up for affection and cuddles :))

- you do ruin his bad-boy image tho. how is this man supposed to be dark and mysterious when your sweet self is out here making him absolutely melt???

- donnie typically shows his love through gifts and words!!!

- alike leo, he could spend HOURS singing your praise and just saying everything he loves about you (he's actually made a list organized by his most favourite qualities alphabetically.)

- i personally think that for donnie, being a middle child, he didn't get too much attention and we know for a FACT that he yearns for praise and love

- so you KNOW he's going feral if you so much as say 'wow, that's cool!' to one of his inventions

- donnie, while a little overwhelmed by all the love you show him, is really happy to have it

- don can get really stressed when doing his experiments/making his inventions, so it helps to have you around!!

- comes to you for cuddles and to rant when stuff doesn't go his way or an experiment fails

- DEFFO appreciates how affectionate and lovey-dovey you are.

- (also like leo) he can get down in the dumps and insecure bc he believes that his tech is the only 'useful' thing about himself

- so to hear you constantly being like "ahhh my bf!!! my wonderful talented smart funny bf!!!! my love my light of my life!!! i love you i love you i love you :DD" to him really brought up his spirits

- how could they not?? you're just too cute and so sweet!!

- it also helps if he feels kinda insecure in public!! people trying to flirt w you? you don't even notice because you're too busy looking at donnie.

- donnie totes makes you gifts and stuff (little robot to help you out w chores, maybe one to remind you every day how much he loves you :])

- unlike leonardo however, don prefers to keep pda to a minimum;; he likes having certain things to himself and in private

- that doesn't mean that he don't love it tho!!! he just prefers that some stuff stays behind walls

A/N ;; SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!! but thank you so much for the request :DD im so eepy jssbbfjs,,,, anyway MEOWSSSS can't wait to work on more fics :]] they might come (even) slower tho bc im starting classes again (AGHHHHHHH)

LUV FROM ;; CUPEZ

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The Bitter-Bone Cold Brings the Heat (ZhongChiLi)

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“I can’t feel my hands.”

Childe scoffs. “You’re being dramatic. It isn’t that—”

“If you say that it isn’t that cold—”

“Zhongli.”

Zhongli frowns. At surface level, it had been a wonderful idea, visiting Childe’s family. It isn’t the first time, nor the last. They’ve traveled these well-worn trails enough times that Zhongli no longer needs a map to find their home. They’ve visited enough times that Zhongli has worn a permanent dent into the guesthouse mattress, and knows what every cabinet holds. Morepesok welcomes him with warm arms and food to match.

This year, though, is cold. This year, winter has come several months early, dousing the rural outskirts of Snezhnaya in fresh snowfall to his calf, instead of the soft orange leaves that fall to the ground in piles. His fingers are numb from the knuckles to the tips, and Zhongli shivers despite the blanket he’s wrapped tightly in. 

“Ajax.”

Childe is annoyingly dressed down, wearing nothing but dark trousers and a thin linen shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows. No sign of distress, no reddening of his fingertips due to the frigid room, not even gooseflesh pebbling on his skin. He stands in the kitchenette, entirely unbothered as he uses a flint to light the stove. 

“Tea?” he asks, setting a kettle over the flame. “It’ll warm you up, at least, if the fireplace isn’t doing its job.”

The fireplace is helping. Zhongli sits beside it, warming his frozen hands as they peek out from the comforter he’s made a home in. “Do not tease me. I’m—”

“All dragon-y,” laughs Childe as he scoops tea leaves into their cups. 

Zhongli frowns. He doesn’t mean to lose his grip on himself but the cold makes his joints ache, and his brain fog, so he lets his mortal guise crack apart gently. His tail thuds against the ground, sweeping over the worn floorboards. “I typically would hibernate in conditions like this,” he drawls. 

“And waste this tea?” Childe clicks his tongue. “Tonia got this for you. “

Which bodes terribly. There is only one person whose taste in tea is worse than Childe’s, and it is, unfortunately, his sister. “Joy,” is Zhongli’s dry reply. Still, when Childe hands him a steaming cup, Zhongli takes it graciously, warming his fingers. 

“I know you hate the teasing,” says Childe as he drops to the ground beside him and settles into the mess of blankets and sheets. “But Zhongli, you’ve made a nest. It’s hard not to poke a little bit of fun.”

“Your family,” replies Zhongli. He takes a sip, finding the tea to be decent at least. A little bitter but tolerable. “That is the only reason I’ve come here—to visit your family.”

Childe pouts. It’s adorable, a soft tug at the edges of his mouth. Zhongli wants to curl close and kiss it away. 

“If I could change the weather,” says Childe then, “I would, you know. Snezhnaya hasn’t seen a blizzard this early in decades. Still, it’s cute to see you all bothered.” Childe drags his finger down the length of Zhongli’s nose with a gentle touch. “If you’re so cold, though, I can certainly think of ways to warm you up.”

Zhongli’s expression turns sly. “Do not think that you can butter me up for something untoward.”

“Untoward?” Childe scoffs, leaning close. “What if I just want to take care of you like a good mate? You’re cold and I’m warm. It’s a lazy night. You’ve got tea—”

“And your family can walk in at a moment’s notice.” Despite his complaints, Zhongli still turns to Childe, pressing a hand to his chest. He is warm—blazingly so—and sharing skin may not be such a terrible idea. Still, Zhongli is in a teasing mood. “I, for one, do not delight being caught with my trousers down after—”

“The door is locked.”

“Tonia has a key. Ask me how I know.”

Childe cringes. “Okay, yeah, so I remember that, but—”

“But.”

“I made them promise not to bother us without knocking first.” 

Zhongli sips his tea and then sets it aside. “Well, then that settles it.”

“Does it?” Childe arches a brow and presses his hand against Zhongli’s shoulder, fingers tracing the edge of the flimsy robe he wears. “You’re barely covered,” he muses. “No wonder you’re cold.”

“No amount of cloth would fight away the chill in my bones. The fire, though—”

“And your mate?”

Zhongli’s mouth curls into a soft grin. Childe’s hand presses underneath his robe to thumb over his shoulder where it bleeds into charcoal. He pushes, and Zhongli goes, and they tumble to the ground him a mess of limbs and blankets. Zhongli’s fingers hook into Childe’s shirt, tugging him close. “These moments alone are rare nowadays, aren’t they?”

“Isn’t that the draw of seeing my family?”

“I thought the draw was to, well, see your family—”

“And to have my husband all to myself.” Childe’s hand skitters down Zhongli’s side, his palm hot against frigid skin. “No Katya bursting in. No annoying messages, or Hu Tao’s teasing. Just you, and me—”

“And a blizzard,” finishes Zhongli. 

Childe hangs over him, a comfortable weight. Zhongli relishes these moments too because he’s right. Rarely do they have a chance for respite and more often than not Zhongli craves just… some time together. And yes, it is bitter cold outside the guest house but the fire inside blazes, Childe is warm, and Zhongli finds himself aching. 

His head knocks back against the nest he’s made, antlers getting tangled in the blankets. “You’ll have to get yourself under control,” says Childe, smoothing his fingers over the peach fuzz of his horns. 

The way he touches Zhongli helps none. Zhongli arches, the pads of Childe’s fingers leaving searing heat in their wake as they chase next the golden lines etched into his skin. “Ajax—”

“Actually, I have an idea. Roll over for me?”

Zhongli lets loose a sound of annoyance. He grabs Childe’s wrist, sinking his claws into the meat of it.

Childe extricates it easily. He tugs Zhongli’s hand to his mouth for a kiss and says, “A massage to warm those frozen bones of yours.”

Oh. Zhongli’s gaze turns half-lidded. A fantastic idea, Childe’s hands dragging over every inch of him. Zhongli pulls away the blankets and shrugs off his robe, revealing smooth skin. 

Childe pulls at his wrist again, nuzzling the fine bone there. “See? Good idea.”

“Rascal,” says Zhongli. He rolls over slowly and settles back into the nest, chest pressed to it. 

Childe laughs, delighting in the pet name. His hand rests against Zhongli’s back and drags down the curve of it. “You must be distracted,” he mutters as he thumbs across the bony protrusions that line Zhongli’s spine. Nails skitter across the length of his tail, over glistening scales all the way to the tip. 

He is. The last time Childe saw Zhongli so lose with his form was days deep into his last rut. Zhongli moans. The touch is soft and gentle. Childe always loves exploring these bits of himself, and Zhongli welcomes it warmly. “Cold,” he finally murmurs, the word nearly lost into the sheets. He’s spread thin, his mind sluggish as the frozen air tries to tug him into sleep, but Childe’s touch spreads fire through his veins. 

Zhongli melts into the nest he’s made, surrounded by warmth, and their shared smell. Childe pulls away and he whines. “Ajax—”

“Hang on, I’m just grabbing—ah. Here it is. This might be cold.” Oil. Childe dumps it onto his back, and Zhongli hisses at the impact. Cold, just as he said. Childe murmurs an apology, pressing his palms into his now slick shoulder blades, smoothing the oil out into his skin. 

He must’ve planned for this, thinks Zhongli. The smell of Silk Flowers fills the air and the oil warms quickly as Childe massages it into his skin. The soft dig of his nails trace the muscles of Zhongli’s back. No inch is left untouched as he digs into every dip and curve, kneading at the blurred edges of skin where they bleed into charcoal. 

Zhongli loses most of his thoughts. “Mhmn.”

Childe pulls and squeezes at his darkened skin, at the glittering golden lines etched into his limbs. “Handsome,” he says, awed. “You’re always so—fuck.” Childe stills, rolling his hips slightly—and Zhongli feels it then. 

Zhongli smirks through his arousal, head tilted in the sheets as he looks back. “Darling,” he purrs, “do you want to fuck me?”

Childe stills, surprised. Zhongli so rarely curses, is so rarely crude. The massage has loosened more than just his bones; his tongue and mouth are freer than usual, and Zhongli finds himself in the mood to tease back. Childe’s hands slide down Zhongli’s sides to slot against his hips. He tugs them back and up, grinding his erection against the curve of Zhongli’s ass. 

“Yeah,” he mutters. “Or—maybe you could fuck me? Whichever you want, Zhongli. You know I’m not picky.”

What a delightful thought. Zhongli rolls against him, pressing back, moaning at the feel of Childe’s cock against his backside. “Baobei, please.”

“Please what?”

“I—anything.”

Giving Childe free reign comes with its risks but Zhongli will take whatever he’s gifted. Childe leans over him, mouth near his ear. “That’s tempting, laogong,” he murmurs, mouth curling around the endearment. “But I want to hear specifics.”

“Ajax.”

“My fingers? My cock? Or would you like me to roll over and present myself for you?” 

Zhongli’s nostrils flare as he imagines Childe on his belly, chest pressed into his nest, asscheeks spread. Whining as he’s opened up on his fingers. Whimpering when filled with Zhongli’s cock which now is hard and aching as hit hangs underneath him. But the opposite appeals to hZhongli as well, Childe’s fingers pressed deep instead, or his cock squeezed between Zhongli’s thighs. Heat spreads through his chest and gut. Zhongli’s cock twitches, wet at the tip, and it takes everything in him to not give it a stroke. 

“Oh, I know that look.” Childe’s voice is affectionate. He chuckles and kisses the shell of Zhongli’s ear, and then moans against him long and loud as he ruts against Zhongli’s ass. Making a point. Childe pulls at him, fingers digging into Zhongli’s soft waist, holding him in place. “You can’t pick, can you?” he asks, this time nipping at Zhongli’s pointed ear. 

“Both, then,” Zhongli finally says. 

“Both.” Childe drops his face to kiss the back of Zhongli’s neck, nuzzling his hair. “Both,” he breathes for a second time, resting his forehead against Zhongli’s oil-slicked shoulders. “Okay. Yes, okay, okay.”

Childe sits up and scoots back. He curls his hands around Zhongli’s hips and tugs them up before smoothing palms over the swell of his ass. “Naked under the damn robe,” he muses. “Though I suppose it’s easier to warm yourself by the fire sans clothing.”

“Or, perhaps I wanted to show off and lounge about on display for my mate?” 

Childe’s thumb dips into his asscrack and Zhongli’s breath hitches. “Needy,” he says, swirling the pad of his thumb across Zhongli’s hole.

“Yes, always.” Zhongli reaches back and tugs his asscheek to the side, allowing Childe to get a better view. “But no more so than you. The oil, Ajax.”

He curated the choice and tucked it into their luggage, and now Childe uncorks it for a second time to drip over Zhongli’s hole. His thumb sinks right in to the first knuckle. 

Zhongli jerks, and then thrusts back forcing Childe’s thumb deeper. “Ah, like that—”

“And you called me needy.” Childe hooks his thumb, pulling at Zhongli’s rim which is already soft and pliant. “Look at how relaxed you are.”

“It’s warm and soft, so of course I am. The nest I mean. And you—Hah.” Zhongli gasps when Childe pulls his thumb out and presses back in with two fingers. The oil is slicker than Hydro and hotter, warmed but their skin. Childe fucks his fingers and an out, spreading them.

The pressure drives Zhongli wild. The friction, the way that Childe bullies his insides with every swipe of his fingers. Zhongli drops his hips, rolling them back to meet every thrust of his hand. “Ajax. Ajax.”

“Another,” says Childe. His voice is rapturous, and Zhongli doesn’t need to look to know that he’s staring in awe. A third finger slips in and Childe curls all of them to sweep over that bundle of nerves that sets Zhongli’s blood boiling. 

Zhongli keens, his tail hitting the ground with a hard thwack. “There,” he blurts, rutting hard against Childe’s hand.

Childe’s fingers press against his prostate again and Zhongli yowls. He pulls at the blankets, claws threatening to shred them. That frigid cold—it’s all but gone now, replaced by heat that coils tightly in his gut. His cock leaks a mess underneath him. 

Zhongli doesn’t need to look to know he’s lost his calculated control there as well, and he hopes that Childe is in the mood for… something different. 

Childe leans close again, uncaring of the awkward angle. His chest rests against Zhongli’s back, mouth pressed to his ear. “Gods, you’re always so tight. Maybe I should fuck you instead—”

“No.” Zhongli practically growls it, which makes Childe laugh. They’re in too deep. Childe fucks him on his fingers with sweet words, and all that Zhongli can think about is finishing the night knotting Childe until can’t speak.

He reaches back and grabs Childe by the wrist, yanking his fingers free. Childe is about to retort when Zhongli turns, flipping them over until Childe’s back is against the blankets. 

“Oh,” he hisses, wincing slightly from the impact. And then Childe looks up and sees Zhongli looking down at him, chest heaving as he struggles to maintain himself. Childe smells and looks divine, the ruddy scent of his arousal filling the air. Zhongli leans over, pulling him closer by the hips, rutting their cocks together. “Oh,” says Childe again when his gaze drops, finding Zhongli’s draconian cock resting beside his.

“I can’t,” mutters Zhongli against his ear. “I can’t think of anything aside from being inside of you.”

“Not even the cold?”

“Ajax.” Zhongli whines softly, pressing his damp forehead against Childe’s. 

Childe brushes back his bangs and sighs softly. “You’re burning up, now. I guess the skin-to-skin thing did the trick.”

“I beg of you to stop teasing—”

“Only if you get to fucking me. You can’t bring out that monster and not use it.”

Zhongli takes a deep breath and counts to three. Incorrigible boy. His menace of a husband. Despite these things, there is no one that Zhongli loves more than this rapscallion fool which is why he tilts Childe’s face up and mashes their lips together.

It is a searing kiss, all-devouring, nothing but teeth clacking together, and tongues sweeping deep. Childe moans and rolls his hips, dragging his cock against Zhongli’s own rock-hard erection. Zhongli’s claws sink into the meat of Childe’s thigh before pushing it back and spreading his ass for a better look. 

Already slicked with Hydro. Zhongli nudges at Childe’s hole before meeting his face, finding an insufferable smirk there. “Impatient,” says Zhongli. “What am I to do with you?”

“Breed me, I guess.”

No, no, not those words. Those words do things to Zhongli; terrible things that will make him absolutely forget himself. He no longer cares about the winter. Instead, he brings his first and second fingers to his mouth, biting away his claws before shoving them right into Childe’s ass. 

“Yes,” cries out Childe, lifting his hips, and begging for more. “Zhongli, please.”

Zhongli is quick with his preparation as he drills them deep before pulling them back, and spreading Childe’s rim wide. Perfect. He’s perfect. “I love you,” he says, watching the way Childe’s hole sucks his fingers back in, swallowing his knuckles greedily. “Archons, how can I not love you when you’re like this for me? Ajax, baobei.”

Childe gives an impatient whine that leaves Zhongli drunk on the sound. He pulls his fingers free and slips both thumbs in next, pulling at his softened rim, seeing how easily it spreads. Zhongli curses at the sight of slick, pink insides, and the way the Childe writhes in the sheets, wriggling his hips. 

Zhongli takes his time with the oil, dribbling it over his length, and slicking it carefully. A stroke from base to tip, his palm curling around the spade-shaped head. “Look, darling,” he purrs, “I teased you about how my instincts wanted to hibernate, but then you said to breed you instead, and so…”

The tip of his cock slides in easily. Zhongli hikes Childe’s leg over his shoulder and thrusts deeper, losing himself in the tight, hot grip of Childe’s insides. This cock is more sensitive. The spade-shaped head sinks deep so easily, and Zhongli has to still and give himself a moment. 

Childe’s back arches from the floor in an elegant bow. “Gods,” he shouts. He pulls at the blankets, rucking them up, making a mess of Zhongli’s carefully curated nest. He curses in a tinny whine, the sound ripping from his throat as Zhongli pulls out and thrusts back in hard. 

Neither of them will last long—Zhongli knows this. Not with the way that Childe cries out for more and how tightly he squeezes at Zhongli’s cock. Winter no longer threatens the air; Zhongli’s skin burns as he fucks Childe, as he watches the way his cock slides home over and over. 

He’s empty too—far too empty, something that Childe will have to fix. Nothing will be right until they’ve both spent themselves, until they’re curled against each other in their nest, leeching heat, worn loose and leaking come. 

Breed him. Childe asked for it and the thought permeates Zhongli’s hindbrain, sinking in so deep that it taunts him. His chest rumbles as he ruts into Childe’s yielding form, hypnotized by the sight of Childe rising to meet every thrust. 

Childe’s cock is hard and leaking against his stomach. He reaches for it and stills when Zhongli growls. “No,” he says. “You’ll come inside me. When I’m done with you, you’ll breed me next.”

A hitch of Chile’s breath. A wild and glassy look in his eyes. Childe watches him like a hawk, taking in every movement, every twitch of Zhongli’s muscles. Instead of touching his cock, that hand rises to his leg where Zhongli’s claws are latched against his thigh. 

Fingers thread together. “Fuck, I love you,” moans Childe, squeezing tightly around Zhongli’s cock.

Celestia above. It feels blasphemous to be enraptured, but how can he not? Zhongli tilts his face to nuzzle the inside of Childe’s leg where it rests against his shoulder. Soft kisses against sweat-slick flesh; doused in the scent of Childe’s arousal—Zhongli groans when he feels his cock twitch, a tell-tale swelling at the base of his length. 

Childe notices too. His mouth curves into a devilish grin as the weight of it sinks into both of their guts. “Is that your knot?” he drawls, his voice far too steady for a man who should be fucked loose and wordless. “Zhongli, are you that gone? Do you need me that badly?”

Zhongli shifts, dropping Childe’s leg and tugging it around his waist. His tail curls around one of Childe’s calves, holding it there. He leans forward, close, too close, face pressed against Childe’s nape. He drags his teeth over the column of Childe’s throat. “I was cold,” he murmurs, “and content to fight it away with a nest and a fireplace. Then you teased me, laogong. You teased me by brewing me tea, by warming me up, by massaging away my woes like a good mate. You made me want, Ajax. You made me remember all of the things that I love about you. You cannot beg to be bred and not expect to take my knot.”

“I—”

“Do you want it?” The question comes syrupy-sweet, dripping with adoration. Zhongli nibbles at Childe’s jawline, his forked tongue slipping out to taste his skin. “Ajax, tell me that you want it.”

Childe’s face is flushed pink down to his chest. He moans, hisses, scrabbles against him, raking his nails down Zhongli’s back as he begs and begs. “Yes, yes—”

“Yes, what, baobei?” And perhaps it’s cruel but Zhongli is in a mood, old nesting tendencies bleeding into his veins. He needs his mate to beg for it. 

“Give me your knot. Gods, please. Zhongli—” Zhongli pauses and Childe whimpers pitifully. “Wait, no, no—”

“A moment,” says Zhongli, soothing him. He uncorks the bottle of oil once more and slathers the swollen base of his cock with it. Then, he thumbs across Childe’s rim, slicking it more, pressing a thumb in to test its give. It sinks deep alongside his length, and Childe jolts in the blankets. Then he keens, a wanton sound that shows how needy and desperate he is. 

Perfection. Zhongli thinks this is a perfect moment as he leans close again, tossing the oil to the side. Slowly, he thrusts into Childe, easing his knot past his tight entrance. A languid pace. Childe moans loudly enough that Zhongli presses their mouths together to swallow it. What a needy kiss, from the both of them. Childe clings to Zhongli as they rock together. 

Zhongli grunts as his knot slides home. His eyes cross at the pressure. Suddenly, everything is too tight, too hot, too much. Childe kisses him, encourages him to move, to fuck him, to breed him full—and that’s what Zhongli does. It’s nothing more than wild grinding. Zhongli drowns in Childe’s scent, drowns in the feeling of him, in the tight grasp of his ass, in the want to fill him full of his spend. 

“Ajax, I’m close,” he hisses, nipping at his mouth, fangs catching against Childe’s lower lip. “Darling, I’m going to—” He doesn’t get to finish, choking off his words as his orgasm slams into him. It isn’t gentle; it’s like a tidal wave, all-consuming as he comes white-hot into Childe’s warmth. 

Childe pets the back of his neck, curling his fingers into Zhongli’s damp hair. He talks him through it, praising him, rolling his hips to grind Zhongli’s knot deeper. Zhongli is the one to whine this time, his gut clenching as his cock twitches with overstimulation. His instincts roar, sinking into Childe’s sweet words against his ear. He sighs at the kisses pressed against his temple, and the way that Childe’s fingertips ghost the curves of his antlers. 

Zhongli is still woefully empty. One end is satisfied, but Childe’s cock is still hard against his stomach, no doubt aching. Zhongli wraps his fingers around it and Childe gasps. 

“Wait. Zhongli, wait, if you—”

A slow, light-handed stroke from base to tip that leaves Childe clenching around his cock. Zhongli thumbs over the tip, teasing the slit. Then the oil again—that damnable oil. Zhongli is thankful that Childe had the forethought to bring something of such high quality on their trip. This time when Zhongli strokes Childe’s cock it’s almost too wet, too slick, and Childe has to dig his nails into Zhongli’s hips and beg him to stop. 

Zhongli manages to ease his knot out of him—it’s gone down, but not entirely, his cock still hard and swollen at the base. Childe whimpers at the loss. He bucks his hips, desperate for relief. 

“Ajax,” says Zhongli, climbing across his hips, “I won’t deny you any longer.”

“Zhongli, I’m not going to last. The moment I’m inside, I’m going to—”

Zhongli doesn’t care. He eases onto Childe’s cock in one fell swoop. Full—so full. Childe curses as Zhongli rolls his hips, riding his cock slowly and sweetly. 

“Fuck.” Childe tries to bite back the curse, but he can’t. His fingers are tight against Zhongli’s hips as he tries to guide him faster, but Zhongli won’t budge. Solid as stone. Unmoving as he sits astride him. Zhongli wants to watch Childe struggle to hold on, to come quickly as he promised, but at his pace. 

Zhongli pulls Childe’s hand to his still hard cock. “Look Ajax,” he purrs. Childe’s hand meets his knot, swollen and aching. Zhongli forces Childe’s fingers to tighten around it, frotting against his palm as he rides Childe’s cock. 

Childe swallows thickly. He lies in their nest, watching Zhongli fuck himself, squeezing his knot tight. Divine. Worthy of worship. Zhongli throws his head back and drops his hips faster, finally giving into the pace that Childe was begging for. 

“Zhongli,” he gasps, bucking up against him, driving his cock deeper to meet Zhongli’s movements. “I’m—I’m—”

“What a perfect way to chase away the cold,” teases Zhongli, pulling up until only the tip of his cock is left before slamming his hips back down. 

Childe comes, arching against him, spilling hot and wet into Zhongli’s ass. 

“What a good boy,” says Zhongli, watching him from above. Handsome. So startlingly handsome, gleaming in the sheets, breathing heavily, eyes screwed shut as he rides out his orgasm. He guides Childe’s hand to jerk his cock, fully hard and leaking again. He groans, eyes half-lidded and hazy. Heat rises in his being, filling his veins, his core, every thought. “Perfect husband, perfect mate.”

“Zhongli, come on,” says Childe then. He shifts, sitting up in the sheets, pulling Zhongli close as he still sits in his lap. Full of Childe’s softening cock and his come. A calloused hand on his cock strokes him fast. Childe tilts Zhongli’s face towards his for a kiss. “I want to see you come again,” he says, that second hand falling between them to squeeze around his knot.

Thoughts are lost. Zhongli moans, licking into Childe’s mouth as he cradles his face. Childe’s hands are wicked things, knowing just how and where to touch. Zhongli comes a second time, thin and watery, all over Childe’s fingers and stomach. 

It’s bone-shattering. Zhongli falls against him, joints aching, ass aching, everything aching. Childe’s back hits blankets and he tugs Zhongli along with him, his cock slipping out now that it’s fully softened. Zhongli’s knot hangs on, pulsing as it ekes out the last few waves of pleasure that it can. Childe still holds it, cradling it in his palm, squeezing at it lightly as he kisses Zhongli’s brow. 

“Better?” he asks with a laugh. “All warmed up?”

Zhongli groans in embarrassment, hiding his face against his neck. “I’m tired of your teasing.”

Childe hums softly before tucking them away in the nest, pulling the blankets around them. “Truth be told, I was cold.”

“You were not.”

“Well, I wanted to touch you, then.”

Zhongli raises a brow. “You always want to touch me.”

Childe settles, facing him, their legs tangled together as they lounge about in the sleepy aftermath of their lovemaking. “We’ll clean up later,” he promises. “I’ll give you another massage and we’ll go take a bath. I’ll take care you of you again—”

“Ajax.”

“Innocently.” Judging by the tilt of Childe’s mouth, though, it’ll be anything but. 

Zhongli reaches out to drag his knuckles down his nose. Across his cheekbone, tracing freckles and scars until Childe turns his face and kisses his palm. “I apologize,” says Zhongli quietly. “I hadn’t realized that I… would be so needy. So demanding.”

“Are you going to blame it on the cold again?”

“It is a factor,” replies Zhongli with a huff. “But, we’ve been busy lately. And no, you do not neglect me, before you begin to even say such a thing. It’s merely a quirk of my instincts and nothing more. In the winter months I’m prone to wanting to hide away with my mate.”

Childe knows this. They’ve spent countless winters together at this point, it just came early this year. “So you do feel better, then.”

Zhongli smiles widely, a rare and curious thing typically reserved for his husband alone. “For now. Later though…”

“Mhmn, later,” murmurs Childe, closing the space, hands sliding against Zhongli’s tacking skin underneath the sheets. Zhongli’s tail weaves between their legs, the tuft at the end soft and ticklish. Childe chuckles, and nips at Zhongli’s neck, his jaw, his ear, before kissing him. 

These kisses are languid. Searching. Zhongli cups Childe’s face and admires the glow of the fireplace as it dances across his skin. “I love you,” he says. He can never say it enough, even with the sweep of his lips and claws dancing across Childe’s skin in reverence.

Childe’s expression is serene. Relaxed. Boyish, even, carefree in a way that only time has sorted out. “Yeah, I know,” he replies, “you old lizard.”

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

My The BG3 Tiefling Boys Reacting to Their S/O Admitting They Have Suicidal Thoughts request is so good! I'm sorry to hear that you were struggling too! I hope you feel better now! Thank you for your kind words 💕 I love it especially how shocked Dammon is considering he had told them how happy he is being with them, he's just worried about their safety 😞, he thought of consulting with someone wiser so he can help them, he starts to always check up on them so he's nearby if they need him 🥹, he would also make small gifts for them randomly, he suggested to them write a diary similarly to how he used a sketchbook for his ideas so they have a way to express their feelings & he promised not to peek, his tail is always wrapped around them as he subconsciously letting them know that he can't bear to lose them too 🥺, he begs them to come to him when they are at my lowest so he can help them, he would shower them in so much love in hopes that the little voice can't be heard, Rolan is sickened & a bit angry at himself, he can't say how concerned he is without sounding like a jerk 🤣, he would look for a spell but they persuaded not to since it's something that can't be fixed with magic & it's something that shouldn't be interfered with magic either, it makes him more irritable since he spent years on being a wizard but his lack of knowledge about this might cost him to lose them 🥲, he sends either of his siblings to check with them when he's too busy, their inside joke though 🤣, his instructions for them would be less overbearing when he understands it better, it's hard for him but he does hold their hands as he tells them how much he cares for them & hates to think about how they're hurting alone in silence 🤐, he told them that he wants them to share with him as he always be there for them even though his initial reactions aren't the best, he genuinely wants to take care of them & feels responsible for their well-being, he cares for them similarly to his siblings but more profound, he finds it pointless of becoming the greatest wizard if they're not there with him & not much seems worth it without them 😭, Zevlor is alarmed & worried about them, he had a lot of insecurities even before being in a relationship with them but his doubts lessened after dating them, it came back when they admitted their thoughts though 💔, he started apologising profusely as he genuinely thinks it's his fault because they're just wonderful to him 😭, his worries would settle little when they explained that it's no one's faults, he worries the most because he knows how they felt, he has went through a lot & was forced to endure it, he knows how it can be helped with but there's no quick fix, it's a weight they must carry but he can help to carry some of it 🥹, he may not be the paladin he used to be but he will help them in every way he can, he would stay in bed with them as his tail is wrapped around their leg & gently scratching their hair 🥹, he would recommend talking to someone if their feelings get worse, and how wise & understanding he is with how he approached it! Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much and it comforted me a lot :)

Aww, yea! I'm so happy you enjoyed it and that it comforted you! 💕

Dammon really is such a sweetheart, isn't he?

And Rolan is stubborn but also very loving.

And yes, of course, Zevlor is the wisest of the three! I think it'd be very nice to sit down with him and have a cup of tea to see what life advice he has to offer.

[katskitoshi]

"cuddle piles and kisses," with twisted wonderland first years.

synopsis: you invite them over for a sleepover that ends in good night kisses!

characters: ace, deuce, jack, epel, & sebek x gender neutral! reader

includes: nothing but fluff i think..?

dorm leaders react to the cuddle pile!

it was 2:48 am on a saturday morning. the first years were all in ramshackle for a sleepover that you had organized. you've done almost everything that you had planned to do except sleep. so here you were, with your first year besties cuddled up in a pile of blankets and pillows.

ace -- was to the far left of you, holding your hand while facing towards you. he wasn't cuddled up close to you because deuce was there. he was still satisfied with being able to hold your hand, an intimate thing he wants to do with you that he's only been able to fantasize. his thumb traced random letters and shapes on the back of your hand. when you start to doze off, he traces: i love you, and a bunch of hearts on the back of your hand.

deuce -- got one of the arguably best spots in the cuddle pile after epel. he was curled into your left side, lying his head on a pillow and your chest and his arms wrapped around you. he loved how close he was to you and he slept almost baby-like with how he could hear your heartbeat. it was reassuring, and each calm and rhythmic 'thump!' gave him more reasons to love you. (it also made is own heart beat a lot faster unlike your calm ones.)

jack -- was like a pillow shifted to the right. your was head on his chest and it was near his heart and he had to thank the great seven for letting him stay calm so his heart wouldn't beat 100 miles a minute. he enjoyed the feeling that you were relying on him partially. he even built up the courage to play with your hair/shoulders. he was like a masseuse! (his tail was also wrapped around your waist because if it wasn't, it'd be wagging a lot in satisfaction!)

epel -- had what everyone envied. he got the best place, the best pillow, everything. he got the lap spot. his head was laid on your lap as his hands were wrapped around your waist drawing shapes near jack's tail and deuce's arms. he soon realized he had the best spot in the cuddle pile. he got to use your lap and tummy as a pillow while being really close to you! your free (right) hand played with his hair and he loved it. (he was thankful for once that vil liked to keep his hair so soft.)

sebek -- was to the far right of you. he was facing the ceiling, but had no contact with you unlike the others. you offered him your hand which he declined because, "i don't need some pathetic human's hand!" but he did feel slightly upset when you pulled your hand and used it play with epel's hair. but when epel fell asleep you removed your hand from his hair and grabbed sebek's hand yourself, intertwining your fingers. he fell asleep much happier and more comfortable with the reassurance that you're there. he squeezes your hand gently on occasion, and if he's lucky, he get's a squeeze back.

you were all cuddled up nicely after this successful sleepover. you were all beginning to nod off before you remembered one thing that you absolutely wanted to do. you didn't know if they were sleeping and you defiantly didn't want to wake them up if they were sleeping. hesitantly, you say, "are you all still awake?"

small mumbles of affirmation came from each person to signal they were in fact awake. you smiled, the plan would work! you nudged epel, asking him to get up. he complied, although a bit grumpy he'd have to give up his thigh pillows temporarily. you removed jack's tail and epel and deuce's hands from your waist softly.

you crawled over to sebek first, leaning down to give him a kiss on his forehead. "goodnight, sebek. thank's for coming to the sleepover, i hope you enjoyed it! sweet dreams," you placed another one on his cheek. "g-goodnight, human. sweet dreams to you to as well."

luckily it was dark or else you would've seen the blush that painted his cheeks. sure, it wasn't a kiss on the lips but it was a kiss. he was ecstatic. his joy didn't show on the outside except for the blush, but his joy would show in his dreamland fantasies where he got an actually kiss on the lips from you.

you then turned around to jack. you kissed his forehead, they you ruffled his hair and gave affectionate scratches to his ears. he had to literally sit on his tail so that it wouldn't start wagging. he was so happy but he hid that. only a faint blush covered his cheeks.

"g'night, jack! sweet dreams. sorry you'll have to miss your morning run for this, but i hope you enjoyed it," even in the dark, he could see your sincere yet apologetic smile. "i enjoyed it so it's fine, [name]. sweet dreams and goodnight to you too." you kissed his cheek and then ruffled his hair and scratched his ears again. the wolf beastman hoped that because it was dark, you couldn't see his flushed cheeks.

you crawled over jack and deuce's body to ace, who was propped up on his elbows watching your interactions with the others. that means he was next and he was so excited! "night, ace. have sweet dreams, kay?" you gave two kisses to both of his cheeks and ruffled his hair playfully. "night to you too, [name]~" he cooed. although he seemed chill about it, his cheeks were hot from being so flustered.

you returned to you spot in the middle, where epel crawled back on your lap and deuce laid his head on your chest. you leaned your head over to the side to kiss deuce's forehead. "night, deuce," you kissed the bridge of his nose because you couldn't reach his cheek. "dream about me, 'kay?" you said it in a teasing tone, leaving his heart beating even faster and making his cheeks extremely red. "good n-night to you too, [name]," he says before yawning. he was defiantly gonna dream about you.

epel waited a few seconds before crawling up to your face. he had the best spot in the cuddle pile but he missed out on the best part of it! "where's my good night kiss, [name]?" he teased, but you could pick up the actually question in his tone despite being tired. "i couldn't get to you with deuce on me, but you just made it easier," he didn't understand what you meant by making it easier, but he found out when your lips connected with his cheeks.

"thank's for coming tonight epel. it must've been hard to convince vil, but i'm glad you did it. good night epel. have sweet dreams." you were about to lean in to deliver a kiss to his other cheek but he beat you to it. his lips connected with yours, giving you instead a good night kiss. "good night, [name]. i hope you have sweet dreams as well and liked my gift for inviting me." he gave a teasing smirk before crawling down and laying back on your thighs. he kissed your stomach a little before resting his head.

later, that morning, you were the last person to wake up. before you woke up, ace and deuce were yelling at epel because they witnessed him kissing you. sebek tried to stop them because he was annoyed with their yelling. jack, on the other hand, tried to stop them from yelling so that they wouldn't disturb your beauty sleep. they all (and would never admit this) thought you looked amazing while sleeping, they only wished if they took a picture of you.

they were all so very thankful that you invited them over for the sleepover. they had the most amazing dreams thanks to having the cuddle pile and your good night kisses. please do invite them for a sleepover again, [name]!

dorm leaders react to the cuddle pile!

[homocrafting]

hi :) lil thing I wrote abt richarlyson set in a scenario in which the islanders disappear :))

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Richarlyson's dads taught him a lot of things, when he was younger, however questionable.

He loved them, and they loved him. He knows this; it's stayed true through all his life. It was the only real, graspable truth, when he laid in bed in what they swore to him wasn't a captivity, despite the lack of windows or the low ceilling and the locked door he didn't know the password of.

It was what stayed true, when he had a nightmare and none of them were there to help, either busy having disappeared (as all dads do, naturally) or doing something far from his room.

It still stays true, to this day. He knows that. It has to.

Papai Felps told him to believe everything his dad Cellbit said, and he had said they love him, so it must be true.

He shifts in bed, rolling to the side. His tail occupies the rest of his bed, that way, and he can see the lights of the nearest neighbor's house through the window.

He pretends he can see one of his dads howling to the moon, beastly form taking over as he looks, mesmerized and scared. When his other dads get him home, where it's safe (but never safe enough, all his dads had said, at different times, in their own ways. He never stopped sleeping with the gun next to his pillow and a sword under his bed.), Richarlyson had asked if he'd be able to do that too someday. Papai Felps said he hoped not, with an anxious chuckle- daddy Pac said he probably could, if he tried enough, and if not they'd find a way. Richarlyson hugged him, then, and the memory of that warm, loving embrace almost lulls him to sleep.

Tallulah's flute cuts through the night, a sad melody he knows too well by now, nothing like papi Forever's howling. He turns in his bed again, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. The closest hand wraps around the hilt of his gun (Bobby gave it to him, the second time they met, when Richarlyson knew himself better and so did his dads. He doesn't plan on letting go of it) instinctively, its presence soothing.

He remembers when he first successfully killed a monster with it, and his dad cheered and hugged him like it was the greatest thing he'd ever witnessed- and to him, at that moment, that was all that mattered.

Pai Mike taught him how to shoot upward- bala perdida, aimed at nothing in particular. He began shooting at the sky when he was happy, and sometimes it'd startle one of his dads, but he never hit anyone besides the Christ. He never meant to hit anyone, except for monsters and the vast sky.

At some point he began pretending he did want to hurt people with it, because papai Cellbit told him he had to keep up appearances, pretend he's mean and superior so no one would pick on him. Make them scared. But also that it was ok to be soft and find things cute too, in private, or with his dads. Never hide anything from his dads, because they love him, and they'd never judge him.

There's no one here to tell him that now.

Tallulah's tune comes to a stop, as all things do. He finds he doesn't like the silence, as he finds many other nights.

He misses his fathers' snores and his papi's howls and his dad's mutterings of murder in the night.

Richas gets up with a yawn, grabs his gun, drags himself to the window and shoots upwards through it, twice. He half expects to get a message from Bobby, something like a singular middle finger emoji.

No sounds come from the phone.

He plops back on the double bed where once many of his fathers (and sometimes him, when he was too scared to sleep alone in his too dark not-captivity and didn't think papi's decorations would be enough to keep the creeping feeling of something watching him away) slept, not bothering to tuck himself in, this time. The egg- not egg, a dragon, who's hatched and who's a teen and who doesn't need his dads anymore- simply lays there, arms spread over the empty bed, staring once more at the ceiling.

Sometimes, Richarlyson feels he's being watched. Tonight is one of those times.

He can't tell if it's a result of his own dads' paranoia or his own, or if something really is watching him. They did warn him about Them.

He thinks of how easy it would be to shoot Them, how easily papi Forever would tear Them apart, how his dad Cellbit would maim Them, if They touched him, despite all his fear of Them.

They're not here (they haven't been for a while), but Richas has the gun Bobby gave him and a sword one of his fathers gave him, which must be enough to kill whatever crosses his path.

They'd be proud of him, if they were here to see him.

He curls his tail around his body, pulling his legs up until his knees reach his chest. He can almost imagine it's not his tail, but daddy Pac, hugging him after that scary dream where he got trampled over by bulls and pai Mike died with him. Papi Forever called them all the way from the other side of the server, and their fighting was comforting.

He may never hear them fight over silly things again.

He decides he needs a pillow, so he untucks himself from his own wrap and painstakingly extends his arm to grab one. It's softer with that under him.

Pai Mike taught him how to steal things unnoticed. Sneak in and out, deny any knowledge of what was happening if you get caught. They stole from 1% dad Quackity, since his house was closest. It wasn't much, and pai Mike didn't say it out loud, but he knows he was proud of him.

Papai Felps later helped him steal from Foolish, or so he remembers. That's around when he met Leonarda.

Richas wonders how she's doing.

Richarlyson had been the late bloomer among the eggs- according to tio Phil, and his siblings themselves, the day his dads arrived (and he appeared from seemingly nowhere, knowing only who his dads were, and the vague shape of a mother), everyone thought their eggs would die. Instead, they showed up with cracks on their shells, meaning they'd either die or hatch soon- Richarlyson didn't have those cracks at that point. Dapper had been almost completely out of his shell by the time his own began to crack.

Daddy Pac said it was okay, though. That it would just mean he's stronger- after all, the younger you are, the more naturally healthy you are. His siblings wouldn't even be able to hold a gun anymore, but he'd still be strong and he'd be able to do and get anything he wanted.

He laughed and pecked his dad- memory says his face turned into a perfect :o when he did. Richas chuckled; his dad picked him up and spinned him around.

Maybe things began getting weird when the first of his siblings began to hatch, but... he had his fathers, then, and what were Leo's distressed messages regarding her dads when his own were waiting inside to teach him more about tax evasion?

Dad Cellbit and Papai Felps were there when he hatched- they were so, so proud of him, hugging him and showering him in compliments, telling him he'd be as big as Foolish's statue one day. Then it gets hazy- papi, barging in, some emotion clear in his face, although he cannot remember which. It turns into happiness, when he sees Richarlyson, bits of egg shell still on him, but it doesn't last nearly long enough. He says... something, calls his other two dads and puts them on speaker.

They're out the door in a flash, telling Richarlyson to wait for them to come back.

He thinks someone screamed something, outside. "FEL- FOREVER!", or along those lines.

He's been waiting ever since.

His dads taught him how to play football, how to evade taxes, how to sleep with an eye open because you never know who's after you. They taught him how to kill those devilish bulls, how to make tapioca, how to tend to the farms. They taught him each other came above all else- that the world was unkind, but they weren't, not to him. His dad told him he used to be a criminal, kill hundreds of people. His dad never hurt him.

They loved him, and he loved them- still does.

They'd be proud of him, now, for laying on bed with a gun in hand and an easy to get sword. For shooting at the sky with no regard for what happens after. For not trusting people because they're not his dads.

He shoots himself upwards, shooting at the window with precision he's been practicing since he was a baby. Cucurucho does not move, barely noticing the shot. It simply stands there, watching, for a few minutes, until it gets tired of his unrelentless stare back and runs away as always.

He doesn't sleep that night, again.

[dewdrop-writes]

Hello luv 💞 I am once again dropping Zhongli brainrot thingz,,, gosh this is becoming a Habit,,, God! Reader and Morax sleep together at night 🛌 right? The first time it happened, morax was so hesitant since he thought it would be disrespectful despite it being reader's wish. He quickly got used to it though, he especially liked it when reader would burrow into the crook of his neck, cuddling further into his hold. There were times reader would be burrowed in his warmth in bed or at some random chair but their hands were wrapped around his neck either playing with his hair, massaging his scalp, or caressing his horns and he'd let out this deep rUmBLes or pUrrs of content 🐉, tail wrapping around reader's leg or waist and reader would melt in adoration for him. Some days, reader would just burst into random affectionate moods, climb up his lap and shower his face with kisses Like sIr pLz aCcePt mY LoVe 😩😩. BTW it also had me thinking wHaT dO tHey eVen dO aLL dAy?!?? Hope u enjoy this thought

- Zhongli brainrot anon🐉

We appreciate Zhongli brainrot on this blog!! I decided to sort of lump this ask together with this one as they're pretty similar <3

Related to this and this post!

The heart of a dragon

The first few nights you spend under Zhongli's care were full of anxiety - paranoia gnawing at your mind at every sudden movement or sound. It made Zhongli feel more than guilty - quick to apologize that his, or his employees' actions might have startled you - even though you were quick to assure him it wasn't his fault, he still felt responsible.

He wished for your stay with him to be as relaxing and safe. as possible. He made arrangements quickly, simply by observing your reactions or things you might say in a passing comment - anything you indicated was to be taken by gospel.

Soon, the whole abode, including your luxurious bedroom, was covered in scented candles, gentle wafts of lavender, sage and chamomile floating through the whole area. Your bed was stocked with plenty of pillows and blankets - should you need them for more comfort.

The finest assortments of teas were brought to Zhongli, and he picked out the finest from those - making sure each one held soothing qualities to help ease your mind when the darkness of night crept closer and amplified your anxieties.

He was willing to do anything for you, his god. Despite the affection you so graciously gifted him, he held no delusions of grandeur as to be so arrogant to attempt to climb into bed with you. However, his nights were spent guarding your room, ready to surge in at any sign of distress.

It was one of those distressful nights. You were weeping into your pillow, hand cupped over your mouth as you trembled from the aftermath of the nightmares plaguing your mind. Nightmares of visions much too real - things you had been forced to experience at the hands of your so-called loyal followers.

Zhongli has carefully rushed into your room, wide eyes with fear as he watched your shaking form curled up and covered in a sheen of cold sweat.

Oh how he hated seeing his beloved God suffer so. It tore at his heart, trampled on it and clenched around it tightly.

"Your Grace, how may I help you?" he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper as he kneeled beside the bed.

Your teary eyes met his, and your sniffle broke his heart.

"Please, stay," you whispered, voice cracking.

His breath caught in his chest, but he nodded quickly and stayed on his knees, taking in a guarding pose - ready to strike anyone who dared to attack.

You frowned, before shuffling towards the other side of the bed. You lifted the covers and patted the mattress invitingly.

"I meant sleep. Sleep here with me, please?"

"Your grace, I couldn't possibly...it'd be improper.." he stammered, his cheeks flushing red as your words brought forward a more boyish side oh him - one that had been gone for very long.

You sat up, wiping your tears.

"Is it improper for us to kiss and hug?"

"Well...as long as your Grace wishes it, it is not-"

"Then why would sharing a bed be?" you questioned, pulling your knees up to your chest and hugging them.

"It's very...intimate. A privilege for consorts only," he responded slowly, averting his eyes.

He could never dare to imagine of such a position.

You sighed.

"Well. You'll be my consort, then."

He stared at you in shock.

"As long as you want to, of course."

"Your grace..." he whispered, his smooth voice becoming rocky at your words.

"So...do you?"

He nodded eagerly, tears welling up in his ancient eyes. You smiled a loving, tired smile at him.

"Now get in bed with me, Morax," you mumbled, patting the mattress.

And he did. Hesitantly.

He climbed onto the space beside you and kept still, not wanting to disturb you with his horns or tail - parts that he kept visible due to your apparent love for them.

You shuffled closer, draping an arm around him.

"May I hold you?" you asked, looking up at him with the sweetest gaze.

"I just...you make me feel safe, Morax."

He could almost cry at your words.

"Of course, your grace. I would never deny you anything, my dearest."

He felt delight pulsing through him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him before burying your face in the crook of his neck. You took in a satisfied breath, inhaling his familiar scent as you closed your eyes.

"Love you..." you muttered, leaving Zhongli stunned. His tail worked its way around you of its own volition, pulling you closer as he wrapped his arms around you.

He exhaled shakily.

"I...you too, your grace," he mumbles, feeling heat rising to his face. You simply chuckled, the air escaping your lips tickling his collarbones. At that, you felt a rumbling begin in Zhongli's chest. You stayed still for a moment, listening. Peeking up at Zhongli, you noticed that he had closed his eyes - his face peaceful as he held you close.

Was he...purring?

You smiled as you nuzzled him.

Soon enough, the gentle rumble of his chest lulled you to sleep - giving you a long awaited peaceful night devoid of cruel nightmares of your past.

So, over time, you fell into a routine.

Morax held you each night and warded off the cruel demons trying to disturb your sleep - glowing with delight at being given the opportunity to hold you close.

Each morning, you awoke to delicious breakfast tailed to your wants, which you could enjoy in bed - or anywhere else should you want to. Morax showered you in 'offerings' - beautiful gems, garments, jewelry - anything you could possibly want or need.

During the lazier days, you stayed inside with him, afternoons spent with you climbing onto his lap and listening to him talk of the past with a honey-smooth voice that lulled you to sleep. He'd discuss matters of the world with you, accompany you in the lush garden of the abode, watching you bring plants to life with your divine presence. He enjoyed those days most - especially when you held his hand gently as you watched the sun set slowly, painting the skies red.

Some days, he would accompany you to go exploring Liyue - never outside of it - he saw how you flinched at the mention of other nations, after all. The adepti would keep vigilant watch over you from a distance as you wandered around the planes and forests the nation had to offer, enjoying the beautiful weather and scenery.

And then, on occasion - you would have more pressing matters as the Creator. Meetings with the Qixing, discussing the wellbeing of the nation. Morax was always by your side, standing watch - or occasionally sat beside you and squeezing your hand gently in encouragement.

He held every moment spent with you close to his heart. He adored you. Liyue adored you - and his union with you (which was bound to cause a stir amongst the other nations once word got out, of course), all of Teyvat worshipped you.

But he doubted any being on Teyvat could revere and adore you quite as much as he did.

When your hands gently trailed across his horns in feather-light touches. When your lips pressed loving blessings upon his face - there was nothing he wouldn't do for you. He'd fight a dozen more wars, he'd take down every archon if he must - all to see your beautiful smile meant just for him.

[chrissychats]

OH MY GOD I HAVE A REQUEST IDEA I

So-

Being in a romantic relationship with C! Wilbur and being a trans man right? So Fundy cones out to you and all that and it's basically you helping him (who is like 12-13 atm) come out to Wil and get him a binder and such-

I THINK IT'D BE SUCH A CUTE IDEA!!

(Also I fucking live you're writing and the newest child of dream thing has my heart and is taking my brainrot-)

𝑀𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑛//𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑏𝑢𝑟 𝑆𝑜𝑜𝑡//𝐼𝑡𝑠𝐹𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑦

Masterlist

Wilbur soot x reader !c !r //trans reader // Fundy x reader !p !c

Pronouns used: he/him

Warnings: fluff! all transphobia will be blocked and deleted!

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“Hey bud how you doing?” I looked over to Floris, who was fidgeting on her feet. She was being shyer then usual, a little strange considering she’s usually more of an active child.

“Dad?” I hummed in response, I was happy when Wilbur accepted me into his family and Floris looked at me as a parental figure. “How did you know when- When you didn’t feel like a girl anymore?” I froze for a second before smiling to myself.

“Hypothetically tho, it’s for a um friend.” I nodded putting my stacks of papers in the corner of my desk before kneeling down to Floris’s height moving little pieces of hair.

“Lets say hypothetically, your friend was feeling less connected to themselves. Unsure of how they feel about their body and how they look at themselves in the mirror.” I took a notice of the jagged cuts and split ends of her hair.

“They start to cut little pieces of their hair, and disclose the features of their prominent gender until they feel like themselves.” I grabbed a small book from my desk patting the bed for her to sit down.

“Who’s that?” She asked as I flipped through the old pages, little tea stains and tears in the paper. Truly aged with time, “That’s me when I was younger.” The thirteen year olds eyebrows ruffled.

“You look different, more feminine.” I chuckled gently tracing the old photos with my finger. “This photo was when I was what, 10? Not much younger then you, god I looked terrible with that dress.”

I looked over at my child who sat laughing at the different photos in the album, smiling at the ones with me and Wilbur. Young and inlove they said..

“Hey Floris-“ “I’d prefer Fundy, if that’s okay.” I smiled looking down at my lap. “Fundy. I like it, it suits you.” I looked over at Fundy scratching behind his ears watching him giggle. “This isn’t so hypothetical, now is it?” He shook his head as I perked up.

I grabbed his hand dragging the both of us to the bathroom, seating him onto a little stool. “Lets deal with this little hair situation we have here.” I saw Fundy twitch nervously in his seat, tensing up as I grabbed the scissors.

“You’re going to look absolutely handsome comet.” I said placing my chin ontop of his head, wrapping comforting arms around his neck from behind.

Over the past couple months I had adapted the tendency to call Fundy, ‘comet.’ Little nicknames that swoop off the tongue.

He slowly calmed down as more and more clumps of ginger hair fell onto the ground, a mess for later. Making sure to be careful around his ears, small snips from the scissors. The masterpiece slowly coming together.

I gazed as Fundy reached up to pat his head, the fluffy short curls easily going through his finger. “It’s going to take some time to get used to comet, now want to show papa?” I noticed how he grimaced at the mentioning of his father.

“I don’t think I want to show him yet..” The small fox muttered barley audible. “That’s completely fine, but you know you have to show him sooner or later. He loves you either way champ.”

Fundy nodded continuing to run fingers through his hair, tail wagging back and forth. “How about you try on some of my clothes, I might have something that’ll fit you.”

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We spent the next hour trying on different clothes, most of them either too small or too big. “Goodness comet, when did you grow up so much.” I laughed passing on a olive green bomber jacket.

To my knowlage, it was once wilburs whom gave it to me after our second date. Now I’m able to pass it onto our son. “They’re a little big, but I think it works.” He twirled in the mirror showing off his new wardrobe.

I heard the door open out in the hallway shutting my eyes closed trying to think. “Fundy, love. Your dads home now and I think it’s time for you to tell him.” I rubbed Fundys arm soothingly.

“What if he gets mad?” I felt bad for laughing bringing the boy into a hug. “Comet, you realize your father has a transgender partner.” “Yeah but you’re his lover, not his child.”

I stepped back in a slight of disbelief, “Fundy, Wilbur loves you for who you are? Now I’m going to go say hello, come out when your ready dear.”

I smiled seeing my lover in the kitchen, as he welcomed me with a hug and a kiss on the forehead. “How was seeing Tommy today?” I asked as we swayed in the kitchen.

“Tiring as always, but I always love seeing my brother. I was wondering, maybe we could move closer to this land.” I placed my hand on his chest looking into Wilburs eyes.

“I mean we could get a place, build somewhere we can be free and raise Fundy and maybe another child of our own.” I smiled leaning up on my tip ties to kiss his nose, “That would be perfect.”

I stepped back to lean against the counter as Wilbur finsihed setting all his stuff down. “Wheres Floris, I’ve been waiting to see my little star.” I fidgeted with the hem of my sweater.

“Floris? Oh dear what happened to your hair.” Wilbur questioned kneeling down infront of Fundy. The child keeping his gaze on me.

“Y/n did you cut her hair? Why wouldnt you wait till I got home, we could’ve discussed this. Oh sweetie your wearing my jacket.” Wilbur frantically spouted out, tone a little harsher.

“Papa please.” Wilbur stopped to look at his child, gently grabbing Fundys cheek. “I wanted to cut my hair, I want to be like the both of you.” Fundy pleaded, as I looked at my boys smiling.

Silence fell upon the quaint kitchen, gears running through Wilburs head as he processes this newfound information. “Do you have another name you’d like to be called.”

“Fundy.” Will nodded looking at me. “You helped him?” I mumbled a small yes grinning to myself. He got up walking to me placing a kiss ontop of my head. “Thank you, love.”

“What um, do you need anything? Like a binder or maybe some new clothes.” He asked with an arm still wrapped around me. “That’d be nice..” I put one of my arms out so I could hug Fundy.

“My beautiful son.”

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@actuallycool

Sally is no more. The salmon is dead. Anyways, any form transphobia is not allowed on my page! We accept and love everyone as this is a safe space. If I had gotten anything wrong please inform me so I can change it since I am not trans myself. :)

Request or ask anything! And ask if you want to be on any sort of taglist and check out my other works :)

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑀𝑦 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑃𝑡. 4 (𝐵𝑎𝑑𝑏𝑜𝑦! 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎)

Part One/ Part Two/ Part Three

Pairing: Badboy! Park Seonghwa (Ateez)/ Reader (Female)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, College AU.

Synopsis: Final part of the bad boy! Seonghwa series. Y/N finally tells Seonghwa her answer to his confession.

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"Seonghwa!"

Seonghwa pulled away and stomped his foot on the pavement, gritting his teeth.

"Fucking hell, can't even get a break." He complained, sighing in frustration.

Seonghwa helped Y/N get down from the railing. She fanned her face as she suddenly felt hot from the compromising position she and Seonghwa were in a few seconds ago. She watched as a shorter male with ash blonde hair ran over to them, somewhat out of breath.

"Hongjoong you better have a good excuse for interrupting me." Seonghwa glared daggers at the younger male, his arms crossing over his chest as his foot tapped impatiently on the pavement.

"Well would you count Mingi getting his head stuck in a lamp shade as good enough?" Said Hongjoong mimicked Seonghwa, crossing his arms over his chest while tilting his head to the side.

"What the?! How even?! Ugh! Where is he?" Seonghwa could already feel his head pulsating with a coming migraine.

"In Yunho's room, who's probably trying to calm him down at the moment." He gestured behind him at the house.

Seonghwa inhaled and pinched the bridge of his nose. He let out an exasperated breath.

"Fine. Let's see what I can do."

Without even thinking, his hand linked with Y/N's and he began pulling her back inside the house. Hongjoong was taken aback when he saw them holding hands. He looked back and forth between them.

"I thought he said they weren't a thing?" He thought to himself but ultimately decided to let it go, chuckling secretly to himself.

They went back inside the house through the back door so they wouldn't have to pass all the wild people dancing in the living room and hallway. In the kitchen, they were greeted by a very drunk and overly emotional Yeosang, who was currently crying on Jongho's shoulder, the latter helping him stay standing as he petted his hair.

"Yeosang?" Hongjoong looked at him.

"Ok, what happened to you now?" It seemed Seonghwa would have to fix yet another problem.

He began mumbling something incoherently due to his sniffling and talking while his face was pressed on Jongho's shoulder.

"I got him don't worry. Go help out the idiot upstairs." Jongho assured them as he tried to keep Yeosang from collapsing on the floor.

Seonghwa looked back at Y/N

"You don't mind waiting here a few minutes do you?"

She smiled and reassured him she'd be fine. He let go of her hand and that's when it dawned on them both that they had been holding hands the entire time. Seonghwa stuffed his hands into his jean's pockets and walked away with his head hung low. Hongjoong who was next to him leaned in to say something to him, which resulted in him getting elbowed by the taller male as they went upstairs to fix whatever commotion was happening.

"You know, for 2 individuals who keep denying they're in a relationship, you sure act like you're in one." Jongho told her, snapping her gaze away from the staircase.

"Huh?" She looked at him, not paying attention to what he said.

Jongho snickered. "Exactly that. Lovesick puppies that can't seem to function without each other."

Yeosang whined loudly when he heard him mention the word 'love.'

"What's wrong with him anyway?" Y/N was worried for him. She leaned in and wiped some of Yeosang's tears away.

"Long story short: flip a coin, San goes home with Wooyoung for the night." Jongho explained as he rolled his eyes at the stupidity of it.

"Oh no, I'm sorry Yeosang." She brushed some of his bangs away from his face.

"Don't be, this always happens. If it had landed tails, then it'd be San crying here."

Yeosang grunted at the sound of his name and harshly dug his nails into Jongho's arm.

"Whoah ok Hyung, calm down. I get you're upset now but I'm already doing you a favor by keeping your drunk emotional ass company. No need for the agression."

Yeosang lifted his head up and groaned.

"Do me another favor and take me to nearest bathroom."

Seeing Yeosang's pale face, Jongho cringed as he lifted him up as if he weighed nothing.

"Seriously, shouldn't I be the reckless drunk getting taken care of you older guys? Why is it the other way around?"

Jongho excused himself and carried Yeosang to the bathroom as swiftly as he could before the poor boy threw up on himself or worse.

Y/N leaned back on the kitchen island. Her foot began drawing circles on the floor as she waited for Seonghwa to come back. She took the time to think about what Jongho said:

Do we act like a couple?

"No! Absolutely not! Besides, I don't even like him that way...." She thought to herself then immediately began questioning the veracity of that statement.

"Do I?"

She couldn't deny that Seonghwa was extremely attractive, especially with his leather jacket and tight jeans that hugged his thighs in the most dangerous and tempting manner. But besides his obvious beauty, he was also a very kind and genuine person. From the beginning, he stated his intentions and he was very open about what he did and didn't do. He was an open book and didn't try to conceal anything. He was also a complete gentleman towards her and was literally waiting for her to say yes.....

So what's keeping me from accepting him?

She was startled when she felt someone slide next to her, making her forget about what she was thinking.

"Hello there." An extremely attractive male with long pink hair smiled at her.

"Hi." She replied awkwardly, scooting a bit away from him.

"I'm Hyunjin. May I know your name?" He asked, his head tilting down to check her out.

"Y/N." She responded.

"Pretty name on such a pretty face." He grinned, coming closer to her.

Y/N retreated away when she felt him come closer, closer than she felt comfortable with.

"Don't be scared beautiful. I only want to talk." Hyunjin chuckled.

Y/N hardly believed that.

"Oh really? Just talk?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

Hyunjin hummed softly.

"Well unless you're up for something else. Then I'd be happy to oblige."

His hand moved to tuck her hair behind her ear.

"So what do you say? Wanna ditch this place and come home with me?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.

"No-no thank you." She brushed his hand away which resulted in him gripping her wrist and pulling her against him.

"I promise you won't regret it." He smirked at her.

In a flash, Y/N watched as Hyunjin was yanked off her by none other than Seonghwa.

"She told you no Hwang Hyunjin. Can't you take a hint?"

Hyunjin scoffed as he straightened his jean jacket.

"Stay out of this Park Seonghwa. This doesn't concern you."

Their voices were raised to the point that a lot of people there were now looking over or whispering, wondering what all the commotion was about. Seonghwa chuckled sarcastically.

"Oh but you see, it does concern me cause..."

Taking 2 steps, he swiftly took Y/N's arm, pulling her close to him and wrapping an arm protectively around her.

"She's my girl." He declared.

Audible gasps were heard when he said that, a few females letting out either romantic "awwws" while others were fuming at this new information.

"Fucking knew it!" Yeosang declared, pointing a finger upwards as Jongho tried to stabilize him once again and shushing him.

Hyunjin looked surprised but then he laughed mockingly at him.

"Your girl? Do you actually mean a girl, or is she just another slut of yours that you're going to fuck and call it a night?"

Seonghwa grabbed Hyunjin by the collar and slammed him against the wall harshly, rage coursing through his veins.

"Say that again about her! I dare you to!" Seonghwa warned.

Hongjoong immediately stepped in and grabbed Seonghwa's shoulder.

"Seonghwa....this isn't the place-"

But he couldn't get his statement out because Hyunjin shoved Seonghwa off him, getting ready to fight.

"I'm not scared of you Seonghwa. So try me." Hyunjin threatened.

Y/N looked over and saw many people taking out their cameras, ready to film what was going to happen. Then she took in Hongjoong's and Jongho's worried looks. Realizing she did not want to see him get hurt, she stepped in between them, making Seonghwa look at her in confusion.

"Y/N move. I don't want you to-"

He stopped talking when she wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tightly so he wouldn't move.

"Please don't do this. Please just don't..." She begged him.

Seonghwa opened his mouth to speak but ultimately didn't. His hands that were balled up into fists loosened themselves and moved to caress her lower back. He took a deep breath and began to calm down.

"Ok."

That was all he said as he unwrapped her arms from him, smiling down at her to make her stop worrying. He looked to Hyunjin one last time before threatening him:

"Don't ever let me hear you disrespecting her again or I'll bust your face open."

Seonghwa linked his hand with Y/N's and began pulling her away from there. Exiting the house, he guided her over to where he parked his car. Y/N fake pouted.

"No motorcycle tonight?" She asked in a whiny tone.

Seonghwa snorted. "If I remember correctly, you called it a 'death trap'".

"It is! But you know......makes you look even more attractive." She teased him.

Seonghwa pushed her up against the side of the car, his hands trapping her in between his body making her get flustered and look at him with widened eyes.

"Don't tease me or I won't be able to hold myself back. " He cautioned her.

He then moved her slightly away so he could open the door for her. He waited for her to get in before pacing over to the driver's side. Turning on the car, he swiftly pulled out of the driveway and started heading back to her house. They sat there quietly, unable to say anything. Seonghwa noticed how Y/N kept glancing over at him every once in a while.

"What's on your mind doll face?" He finally spoke up.

"Oh um....well that thing you said back there....at the party...." She mumbled out.

"I said a lot of things Y/N, you're going to have to be more specific." He looked at her momentarily before paying attention to the road again.

"The part where you said I was....your girl?" She said the last part very quietly.

When Seonghwa didn't respond for a while, she slumped her shoulders back, internally cursing herself for even bringing it up. She decided to just look out the window for the remainder of the ride. She didn't get it. Why was Seonghwa not answering her question? Did he not mean it? Was he going back on his word? Her mind began to swirl with all kinds of questions that she didn't notice that Seonghwa had already pulled in front of her apartment complex until he was clearing his throat.

"Hmm? Oh! Sorry. Thanks for the ride. I'll see you around."

She grabbed her purse and wanted to speed out of the car as fast as she could, but Seonghwa clutched her hand before she could move.

"Y/N wait!" He blurted out.

Taking off his seat belt, he turned to look at her.

"I didn't respond before because I wanted to talk about it calmly and with no distractions."

Y/N calmed down when he explained why he didn't immediately respond to her minutes before. Seonghwa looked down and took a deep breath before confessing:

"Y/N you know how I feel about you. From the beginning, I told you I liked you. I was attracted to you at first, but spending these two days with you, getting to know you even more..... I'm falling for you harder than I ever imagined I would..."

Gathering his courage, he looked up at her surprised face.

"I won't get my hopes up.... but it would honestly make me happy if you accepted to be my girl....make it official between us..... and actually start dating..."

He cringed at himself and the way he asked her. He for sure thought she would reject him.

"Seonghwa?"

Y/N's voice made him snap his head up.

"Yeah?"

"Do you mind getting out of the car?" She asked.

Her request puzzled him, but he did so nonetheless. He ran over to her side before she could even open the door, as he did it for her.

"Ok, why did you-"

He was cut off when Y/N grabbed the sides of his leather jacket and pulled his face down to hers, making him get his words caught in his throat. Y/N smirked at him.

"I thought you said you wouldn't hold yourself back if I teased you again?" She chuckled at his shocked expression.

Getting the hint, Seonghwa pulled her hands off him and held them in place.

"I'm not."

He closed the gap between them and cupped her cheeks as he kissed her tenderly, all of the feelings he had kept inside finally coming out in his kiss. Y/N pulled her hands out of his grasp and they went to the back of his head, running themselves through his hair as she kissed him back just as intensely.

Seonghwa pulled back briefly to ask.

"So....is that a yes or...?"

Y/N giggled and nodded yes before pulling him back in, this time kissing him even more passionately. Her hands moved to his arms that were clad with his leather jacket, yet she could still feel the muscles underneath the material. The thought of them exposed made her unconsciously bite down on Seonghwa's lower lip.

Moaning softly, Seonghwa pulled her off him once again.

"Ok ok, easy there kitten. If there's going to be tongue and second base involved, let me take you out on a date first." He joked, poking her nose.

"I thought you already did." She reminded him.

Seonghwa smiled. "Well then...how about a second date?"

Y/N hummed and thought about it. "Deal."

Seonghwa beamed with joy.

"Great then. I can't wait."

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Y/N could feel the stares from some of her classmates, but she didn't care. Let them think and talk about whatever they wanted. She couldn't care to pay attention to them, let alone pay attention to what any of her professors were saying. All day long, she kept thinking about Seonghwa and about their date later tonight. It was the only thing keeping her from going insane during these boring Monday sessions.

As soon as the bell rang, she stuffed her books in her bag and strutted out the door. Her plan was to get home as soon as possible so she could shower and change as quickly as possible for their date. But those plans were crushed when she was met by a familiar head of black hair sitting by the benches outside. Catching sight of her, he got himself up and walked over to her, looking her up and down.

"Hello doll." Seonghwa winked at her.

"I thought you said you didn't have any classes today?" Y/N remarked.

"I didn't." Seonghwa affirmed.

"Then why are you here?" She questioned him.

Leaning in, he responded.

"Got impatient and couldn't wait to see my little kitten."

Not caring that others would see, he cupped her chin and softly kissed her. When he pulled back, he muttered a soft 'cute' at her pink cheeks. Taking off his leather jacket, he wrapped it around her.

"It's kinda chilly. Put it on."

Seonghwa held her books as she put on his clothing, chuckling when he saw it was definitely big on her. Linking their hands, he took her out into the parking lot.

"Oh my God! You seriously brought that?!" Y/N complained when she caught sight of his motorcycle.

"Get used to her babygirl, you're going to see a lot of her too." Seonghwa handed her a helmet.

Y/N huffed as she put on her helmet. "I swear to god, you like this thing more than me."

"Nope trust me, I like you a lot more. A lot." He insisted as followed suit and put on his helmet.

Seonghwa waited until Y/N firmly adjusted herself behind him, his heart jumping when she wrapped her arms around him once again.

"Tell me when it's over." Y/N shut her eyes, gripping him even tighter.

"Calm down doll, I won't let anything happen to you. After all.....

You're my girl."

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[awxward]

A3! Boys + My Stuffed Animals

Spring Troupe:

Sakuya

Gabriel

Gabriel is a small elephant with big ears that constantly make him fall over. He has a pink bowtie that says 'I Love You'

Makes Saku feel safe and Gabriel is a reminder to himself that he's loved and appreciated by everyone at Mankai.

Named after a friend from theatre class :)

Masumi

George Washington

George Washington is a tiger. He is small, but his arms are like those slap bracelets so you can wear him on your wrist (or let him hang on the side of shelf like I do).

So I got Georgy-Boy for easter 2020. i asked my friends for name ideas. They sent me stuff like 'Stripes'. I went offline for a few minutes and when I came back online I told my friends his name was George Washington.

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Me: tiger has a name now

Friend: which name did you choose?

Me: his name is George Washington.

Friend: what the fuck. how'd you get George Washington?

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Pretty sure he got the name bc I was listening to the Hamilton soundtrack.

Citron

Daniel

Daniel is mostly pink but has other pastel colors that look like watercolors. He's a unicorn. And a ketchain. And he's one of those dream lites, so he lights up. (He's supposed too anyway, but he's never lit up since i got him like 7 years ago at a yard sale).

Named after Daniel Howell (formerly danisnotonfire) [YouTube]

Tsuzuru

Lucifer

Lucifer is a small panda pillow pet. Very easy to travel with bc he fits in most backpacks.

My mom told me she wanted me to have a stuffed animal with a biblical name, i picked him up, looked her in the eye and said "His name is Lucifer." My mom tried to protest. "You said a biblical name, Mom. Lucifer is in the bible."

Itaru

Pao(???)

Pao is a panda. They are also a phone holder thingy. Like it'll hold your phone if you're watching movies or whatever.

Like 5-ish years old. Got them from a friend. They have a tag with their name on it, but I read it once and then just called them "the panda" for some reason instead of their actual name and now the tag is too faded to read the name, but i am 38% sure it says Pao or something close to that.

Chikage

Tsuki

Tsuki is a dinosaur. Tsuki is a sparkly dino. He's green rn, but if you brush your hand over him, the sparkles turn over and he becomes orange. I like green tho bc his tummy and the bottom of his feet are orange and so are his eyes.

Named after Tsukishima Kei (Haikyuu)

Summer Troupe:

Tenma

Hinata

Hinata is a narwhal. A bright orange narwhal. Infact he is the same color as Tenma's hair.

Named after Hinata Shoyo (Haikyuu) [bc its the same color as his hair. there is a theme with this narwhal and the anime boys i associate with them]

Yuki

Steve

Steve is a regular teddy bear, except he has a shirt that has pikachu on it. (the shirt was originally Tsuki's bc i got tsuki at a friends build a bear bday party, but it fits Steve better)

I just think Yuki would try new designs/color schemes/styles by making clothes for Steve to see how they look.

I got Steve from a claw machine (my bf at time won him for me just before we watched Endgame together.)

Named after Steve Rogers (Marvel)

Muku

Eeyore

Muku most definitely loves the Winnie the Pooh movies and I will fite for this hc. He gets my Eeyore. You know how Eeyore's tail is always going missing or falling off??? Eeyore's tail comes off (velcro) but its attached to his actual body with a string so it cant be misplaced.

Eeyore has a patch that says "official disney store" but i got him for $3 at a thrift store.

Misumi

Sherlock

Sherlock is a polar bear. Sherlock is very huggable. He makes Misumi feel safe. He has a hat and scarf (that don't come off. they are sewn on him)

the hat has a pom pom on top and the scarf has a pom pom on each end. the hat and scarf and the bottom of his feet have a blue/white plaid pattern.

Kazunari

Victor

Victor is a puppy and the first big stuffed animal of mine on the list! He's all tan and abt maybe 3-4 ft long. Victor lays pretty flat so he's comfy to lay/sit on. I think Kazu would like sitting or laying on him when drawing. Probably has him on his bed so he's like a giant pillow.

Victor is from Toys R Us. I got him last August-ish from my Aunt and Uncle who found him at a thrift store and thought I'd like him.

Named after Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Kumon

PJ

PJ is a small white tiger. He is also a ball. He can fit in one hand. When Kumon is thinking or stressed or bored (etc) he just lays on his back and tosses PJ up into the air.

When Kumon is laying on the floor tossing PJ, Misumi sits on the bed closest to where PJ is and tries to grab him (but only if Kumon is in a good mood and okay with it) It's a fun little game they made up they like to play.

Pretty sure he was named after KickthePJ (YouTube)

liber pls give us a pic with all of autumn i am begging

Autumn Troupe:

Banri

Sammy

Sammy is another one of my large stuffed animals. He is also a puppy, but unlike Victor he is sitting instead of laying. He's abt 2-3 ft tall. His fur is the same color as Banri's hair. Great to squeeze at anytime, but very therapeutic when you're in a bad mood. Has a heart on his ear.

i got him abt 7 years ago. I had just finished spn season 2 and was upset abt the finale and had no way to start season 3.

Named after Sam Winchester

Juza

Tiggs

Tiggs is a beanie baby tiger. Tiggs is a little larger than PJ (and not a ball). He's a regular orange tiger instead of a white tiger like PJ. He'd buy Kumon PJ so they could have matching stuffed animals. Small and very comforting to just hold/hug.

Omi

Benedict (Ben)

Benedict, also known as Ben, is a small koala. Just a little bigger than Tiggs. He has a heart on one of his feet (i think the right one). very soft. very fluffy.

Named after Benedict Cumberbatch (Actor)

Taichi

Dean

Dean is my largest stuffed animal. He is a dark brown teddy bear that's abt 4-ish ft tall. He can be put in a corner and used as like a bean bag chair, or he can lay down flat and be a good pillow like Victor can.

It's very fun to just wrap around him and squeeze as tight as you can. Especially in when your in a bad mood. Very comforting to cry into.

I got him a couple years ago at a thrift store.

Named after Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Sakyo

Lev

Lev is a lion abt the size of a regular teddy bear (maybe slightly larger). I got him a thrift store so he's slightly worn out from age. He's mostly a pastel dark yellow-ish tan and his mane is dark brown. very huggable.

He's the stuffed animal I sleep with. Smells nice all the time, like the fabric softener.

Named after Lev Haiba (Haikyuu)

Sakoda

Emotional Support Iron Man

So Iron Man is small and he sparkles. He will hurt you/someone if thrown hard enough. Sakoda likes heroes bc they remind him of Sakyo they look cool. I'd hc that he got Iron Man from Sakyo when he was younger and its one of his most valued possessions and goes everywhere with him (or stays with Azamo or Sakyo at the dorm. Maybe Izumi or a couple others are on the list of who can watch over Iron Man.) Very protective of it.

Got the emotional support part of his name from a friend.

She saw Eddie Redmayne on a movie cover (think it was The Danish Girl) and started freaking out bc she loved him. I handed her the Iron Man and the next day she thanked me and said he was an Emotional Support Iron Man and the name stayed.

Azami

[Emotional Support] Spooder-Mon

Sakoda knew Azami as a kid. He most definitely got him the Spider-Man so they could have matching plushies.

Spider-Man is square and has little blob hands doing the web thingy. The tag said travel pillow, but he probably just chills by Azami's bed. When needed, Iron Man will be placed next to him if Sakoda can't take Iron Man with him.

I brought him to school one day and we had a bio test and all the people sitting around me passed him around and gave him a pat for good luck. We all got good grades and then he was dubbed as Emotional Support Spooder-Mon, but the Emotional Support title isnt part of his name (unlike the Iron Man).

i wanted guy in the pic, but i also wanted tsumu and hiso in the pic so you get 2 pics for winter

Winter Troupe:

Tsumugi

Phil

Phil is a zebra. He is a pillow pet zebra. Like Lucifer, Phil is also easy travel size. The bottom half of Phil is pink, so I refer to him as my pink zebra.

I just think it'd be cute to have Tsumugi with a pillow pet ok. I also thought he'd probably have has Phil for many years (since he was a kid) and Tasuku most definitely brings up things from when they were kids and shit.

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Tasuku: you chose the pink zebra, and for what???

Tsumugi: its a very aesthetically pleasing pastel pink.

Tasuku: THERE WAS A DOG PILLOW PET RIGHT THERE AND IT WAS CUTER

Tsumugi: dont talk bad abt Phil.

the rest of mankai: ????????

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I got phil before I got Lucifer many years ago. He was old when i got him and he is very old now. I love him so much.

Named after Phil Lester (AmazingPhil) [YouTube]

Tasuku

Cap

Cap is a husky. He was won from a claw machine with Steve.

There's just something abt the grey and white that gave me Tasuku vibes. Also, Cap's eyes are abt the same shade of blue as Tsumugi's and Tasuku knows this bc they are in love. Very squishy when hugged and with the way he sits, you could make it look like he's guarding something.

Named after Captain America (Marvel)

Homare

Ushijima (Ushi)

Ushijima, also called Ushi, is the last of my giant stuffed animals. He is abt 2-3 ft tall (like Sammy) and has a tail abt the same length.

Ushi is a raccoon thats mostly hot pink. Ushi's eyes are also pink and just abt the same shade as Homare's hair, although Ushi's fur is brighter by a few shades.

Ushi hurts when thrown/swung hard enough. Very fun to hug bc he's filled with beans (like beanie babies) so unlike all my other giant animals, he doesn't have to be fixed/adjusted after everytime you squeeze him. The tail has cotton tho and makes a good pillow.

Homare would definitely just see a 3 ft tall hot pink raccoon and claim it with no explanation.

Named after Ushijima Wakatoshi (Haikyuu)

Hisoka

Vladmir Dracula the 3rd (Vlad, Drac)

Vladmir Dracula the 3rd, who has many other names but usually goes by Vlad or Drac, is a vampire (surprise).

Vlad is a squishmallow thingy, and their tags say something abt them being able to be used as pillows, and thats why Hisoka gets Vlad.

Vlad is triangular in shape, with triangle ears, and triangle fangs, so I thought abt Misumi, but i figured Hisoka bc it's a pillow.

He's like the perfect travel size and he has a cape and a bowtie.

Named after Vlad the Impaler, the real life inspiration behind Dracula (my brother thought he was named after Vladmir Putin and I wanted to punch him for that but I was too busy laughing.)

Also named after Dracula, who was a vampire.

Idk where 'the 3rd' came from, but it's part of his name for forever.

Azuma

Sebastian

Sebastian is a dinosaur thats blue with a white tummy.

He's also a squishmallow, but he's bigger than Vlad by abt 2× as wide, so he'd be harder to carry around, which is why Hisoka got Vlad instead. Being a squishmallow means he looks more blob than dinosaur and i love it.

His tag said his name was Dominic or something, but I named him Sebastian before I actually checked the tag, so he's Sebastian.

Named after Sebastian (Black Butler) and Sebastian Stan (Actor)

Guy

Moriarty

Moriarty is my other polar bear. I got him with Sherlock and named him Moriarty bc Moriarty is Sherlock's nemesis.

He's just a plain white bear thats very huggable and adorable. I usually have a bowtie on him bc it makes him look fancy.

Guy would like him bc he's plain white and very fluffy.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Trophy chapter three

Finally decided where im going with this been mulling it over for a few days toying with a few ideas. Trying to define Henry's character has been a bit difficult for me as i wasnt sure what angle i wanted to highlight more but from here out i think iv settled on Yandere/Daddy Dom/Care Giver so the relationship has taken a more ddlg turn its not going to dive in to ageplay (im not confident enough yet maybe one day) but the reader is slightly childish. I cant stress enough that as this is a yandere themed story its not going to be for everyone all my chapters will have appropriate warnings. If you have read it and think i have missed one out please let me know so i can apologize and correct it. Not much else to say other than i hope you like it

Warning:Adult themes, Dubcon,Controlling Behaviour, Swearing

Masterlist

You find out who it was who handed you over to Henry

Chapter one ,Chapter two Chapter four Chapter five

Trophy chapter three

Waking up the next morning was slow, absolutely exhausted you laid under the soft covers relaxing with your eyes closed ignorant to the world. Turning over trying to get comfy enough to fall asleep again.Frowning as your ears picked up an irritating tapping that moved back and forth. Groggily you identified it as a dog excitedly pacing on a wooden floor.Something that you hadn't heard since your childhood ,with out a thought -still not fully awake- you poked your hand out of the covers and over the side of the mattress to placate the animal,immediately being nudged into stroking a fluffy face and lathered with dog kisses.

"Amy ,stop, go lie down" Your eyes snapped open as the words left your mouth Amy -your German Shepherd from childhood- has been long gone and you haven't had a dog since. You snatched your hand back sitting up groaning as the pain in your ass forced you to flop face first back onto your side. There was a large snout in front of you, literally inches from your nose as the dog has rested its chin on the mattress in front of you letting out an impatient whine.You slowly inched back apprehensive of the large dog.

"H-hey there erm where did you come from boy? girl?" You spoke quietly the dog snorted in response then in one swoop jumped up onto the bed over you landing on the other side. Rolling on your back ignoring the ache in your ass more concerned with the very large canine beside you. Your not scared of dogs not in the slightest, but you didn't know this one.It laid down on the other side of the bed tail thumping away as it looked at you expectantly. Sitting up slowly you pulled yourself to the head board resting against it.Only now really recollecting yesterdays events and just where you were. The dog huffed again and slumping to lie on its side pawing at you.Pet me. The dog didn't seem aggressive actually the opposite, smiling lightly you began giving a belly rub.Male. You looked up as the bathroom door opened revealing a towel clad Henry fresh from the shower rubbing a smaller hand towel on his hair before letting the damp cloth drape around his neck. He smiled knowingly as your eyes trailed down from the towel at his neck drinking in his toned chest that had a complementarity dusting of dark curls across it.You sucked in a deep breath. It really wasn't fair, he knew very well how attractive he was, under different circemstances you might have flirted with him a little after drinking a few glasses of liquid courage. Not that you'd have thought you would have a chance. 

'To bad he's a nut job' you though wistfully. Just your luck that the only man to look your way was a fucking psychopath. You directed you attention to the fingers that were still absentmindedly scratching through the dogs thick fur. Henry approached the bed nodding his head at the dog.

"See you've met Kal" The dog twitched his ears at his name enjoying his belly rub to much to move.

"Kal. It suites him Akita right?" He grinned nodding as he sat on the edge of the bed patting the dogs barreled chest.

"Yep my boy, yours to now" You paused then pulled your hand off kal (to his disappointment) tucking them in your lap as it clicked who you were speaking to. Henry continued looking at you lovingly for a few seconds then his face fell sighing as he watched you pull back into yourself then looked towards the bathroom.

"Go get cleaned up, I have a visitor to take care of after breakfast shouldnt take long then we can spend the day together" He finished his sentence leaning in with a kiss on your cheek before lifting himself up to get ready for the day. You got up holding the bed momentarily to stabilize yourself before taking slow steps towards the bathroom wincing as you movements aggravated your sore backside.

"Theres some comfry cream on the sink bring that out when your finished" For some reason You could hear his grin swallowing Uneasy you nodded before shutting the Bathroom door behind you unsure why you heard him laugh through the heavy wood. Shuffling forward you relished in the warmth of the steam filled room. His bathroom was stylish and sleek, the type of room you'd expect in a five star hotel not that you'd ever stayed in one .Expensive looking black gold veined marble steps leading to a large sunken tub at the far end of the room, before that matching marble splash back on the 'his and hers' sink with a mirror hung above them. The large shower to your left was glass on one side it was big enough to fit four or five people comfortably and had a built in bench seat. The shelves either side of the mirror were fully stocked one side obviously had been pre-prepared for you with hair and make up products all in your preferred brands and colours.

'That cannot be a coincidence' you summarized as you pulled the foundation down inspecting the seal.Brand new as suspected.So he must have planned for your arrival. You shook the thoughts out of your head not wanting to think of how he knew so much about you. After using the loo and brushing your teeth with the new pink toothbrush that'd graciously been provided for you.The power shower was welcome easing your muscles your tension melted away under the powerful spray and also giving you time to think of where you went from here.

'Don't think he's gonna give me a chance to run anytime soon. Gotta find out why he's taken me .Its lot of trouble to go through for no reason, unless he's done it before. Maybe i could be nice to him, play along until his guard drops then scarper. Question was, what then?' If what they say is true it'd be useless going to the police you'd be back here in no time dread to think what he'd do to you then. If you left you'd have to leave town asap. Wouldn't be able to go home and pack a bag it'd be to obvious-or maybe soo obvious they wouldn't even look.' The door opened pulling you from your musings, it was only open enough for kal to slip in who dutifully sat by the shower door Henry didn't follow calling from behind it.

"Are you ok? you've been in here a while" You hadn't realized but he was right as you looked at your pruned fingers.

"Im fine" you heard a sigh of relief as you answered him 

"Good when you didn't answer my calls i was worried that you'd tried something very stupid" He paused contemplating his next words

"Time to get out now i think" You faltered at that stepping from under the spray towards the shower door. 

"But i haven't washed yet"

"Well who's fault is that little one? Besides the amount of time you've been in there the waters probably taken care of any dirt.Next time don't waste so much time." He scolded half hartedly

"Sorry i wasn't aware you were on a water meter" you snapped back at him in temper.

"Excuse me? would you like to try again?" His tone was so ominous you took a step back curseing silently.

"Sorry. I'll be right out"

"Sorry Who?" you didn't reply immediately

"...Sorry daddy" 

"Good don't let it happen again" Calling kal out of the room he shut the door.Defeated you hang your head deciding to try and pacify him at least until you could come up with a plan of action.Twisting off the water and exiting the shower wrapping a large bath sheet around your body uesing a smaller one to wring out your wet hair. Scurrying out of the bathroom finding him sitting up on the bed laptop in hand Kal was nowhere to be seen. Your captor was dressed in a caramel two piece suit with white shirt. He looked over the screen at you.

"Your clothes are here. Did you grab the cream?"

"I forgot, give me a sec." You quickly grabbed the small pot of cream handing it to him then preceded around the bed unfolding the clothes left out for you.

"Y/n come here" He said closing his laptop stopping sliding it off his lap peeking over at him you blinked holding up the sweater that was left out for you. 

"Cant i get dressed first?" A pleading look not trusting his expression or him in general really.

"Not until this has soaked in"

"What?" Nervously twiddling the soft knit fabric already dreading what ever he had in store for you now.Chuckling he waved the pot in the air.

"This is to ease your cute little bottom now come over here" Opening the pot and paced it within reach on the beside table. Fully expecting you to do as your told you covered your back side with one hand.

"M-my bottom is fine really i don't need it"

"Now you and i both know that if i turned you over my knee right now id find a sore red little bottom. Im going to take care of you now could you please come here."

"Please i can do it myself" Ignoring you he dipped his fingers into the thick balm smoothing it between his palms. You took a deep breath deciding that your best option was to grin and bear it. Dragging your feet until you stood in front of the amused man.

"Theres no need to sulk." Lifting you effortlessly to lie on the bed tugging the towel from around you he whistled low 

" Thats a well punished bottom if iv ever seen one" he anounced before running his lathered hands across it massaging in the pain reliefe thoughrly in smooth circles, you tensed under his hands, they felt cool in comparison to your heated flesh.

"Dosnt look like youll bruise which is good.Allmost done now"

You fhuffed letting him get on with it trying to imagine you were anywhere but here as his palms moved lower to graze over your thighs and back up again leaving behind a trail of tingles then he pulled away.

"Just lie there and let it work its magic ,you've been a very good girl." You hated feeling a twinge of pride at his praise quickly beating it down .He left you there for five mineuts or so then signaled to get dressed. Once down stairs you were greeted with an enthusiastic kal whilst being served a light breakfast of toast and juice. Not long after that you found yourself beside him watching the news on a sofa kal chilling out at your feet with an indestructible looking chew A large man clad in all black strolled in stating

"Got a visitor boss said he called last night?" Henry left instructing you to stay put. You strained your ears as you heard his foot steps stopping a few feet behind the door. Hearing a familiar voice from the other side. Getting up you tip toed across the room pressing your ear against it listening to the conversation.

"-Caught on cctv, thats evidence that could implicate me. What am i supposed to tell them? The others were already asking questions last night i told them it was a rota mistake not sure how long i can keep them quiet its out of character,  You said it would be subtle." It was henry who spoke next his voice was deep authoritative and menacing.

"Calm down I have it all taken care of, not my first rodeo.Trust me no one is going to go looking to deep, the paper trails already sorted out  application ,travel, accommodation the lot. All you have to do is keep your mouth shut and we're squared up.As agreed"

"I dont know how i feel about it now? I think i made a mistake" The other male frantically replied.

" Your mistake was not keeping up your end I told you to keep an eye on him. I told you what would happen if you cocked it up.Now I have to be the bad guy. You think I wanted to do it this way? Besides its already done you cant go back on your word now. If your having second thoughts thats tough fucking luck I dont do refunds. Now get the fuck out of my house and you best keep that mouth shut cos I can make you dissapear just as easy as her. Lads show Mr Fletcher out" You gasped stepping back quickly mind racing as you sat back down where you were originally. You sat in shock as you realized who it was Henry had been talking to and why theyd sounded familiar. Kyle fletcher owner of the small cafe you worked in your boss of four years.Putting two and two together ,that chat was about you. You felt sick it was kyle who'd asked you close later than usual to deep clean the coffee machine and recount the float , causing you to close up in the dark which was where youd been taken. For some reason he knew what was going to happen he'd been in on it a overcome by a wave of anger you decided come hell or high water you were going to find out exactly what your exboss had done.

[onenerdtwonagas]

Sometimes it'd feel really good to... Be comforted by a character like Orpheus. Just getting a hug where I'd be wrapped up all snug and comfy, or just get to hug part of his tail... Maybe both of the above. While he'd either soothe or just tell me that everything is gonna be okay.

Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't even think about putting any hands on Uriah's husband despite him being a real treasure. But it'd be really nice.

Would Orpheus do any of those things for someone?

Orpheus: “Oh, you poor soul. What’s troubling you, hmm? I know from being with Uriah in human society that life for your kind can be infinitely stressful and tiring. I can’t fix your problems for you, I’m afraid, but I can try to offer you some peace, and a temporary respite. Being the night god allows me to harness some of the natural healing energies of the night and it’s heavenly bodies. Granted, I’m not nearly as gifted as my little brother Amosis, but I can do my best!” -He shifts his coils and offers up a patch for you to occupy. Cracking his neck to one side, then the next, Orpheus loosens his shoulders and also cracks his hands before offering an optimistic smile.- “Have a seat and we’ll see if I can’t put some of your energies back in balance!”