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[lz-didyounotice]

Baking weekends : "Kiss the cook"

this gif don't belong to me

Hello again, It's froggit here, so since i finished the last part of my series of one shots with the tenth doctor, i wanted to continue the time line, but with different doctors. For this one, you would have guessed it, the 11th is gonna make an apearence. I wanted to do something fluffy with him, not much running around with this one. May be in a future chapter. Anyway, as always, Warning : English is not my first language. So please be indulgent. Froggit-

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It was a new day aboard the TARDIS. As you awoke from your slumber, a tinge of sadness washed over you as you realized the Doctor wasn't beside you. You and the Doctor had been inseparable married since his last regeneration. Back then, your sister was still on the verge of marriage, but an insidious queen alien threatened to unleash her offspring upon humanity. Though the problem was resolved, your sister had to leave the TARDIS for her own safety.

Rising from your bed, you made your way to the TARDIS wardrobe, selecting a (F/c) top paired with washed up wide-legged jeans for today's outfit. Completing your look with your favorite sport shoes, you headed back to the console. Greeting the TARDIS, you found the Doctor tinkering with his sonic screwdriver beneath the main platform, muttering curses under his breath.

"Good morning, sweetheart!" you exclaimed, standing by the console to observe the Time Lord at work.

"Ah, (Y/N)! Finally up--?"

"You could have woken me, you know?"

"Wouldn't dream of depriving you of sleep, now would I?"

"Still haunted by our last sleepover with the Ponds, are you?" you teased, knowing full well he didn't mind those gatherings one bit, but your last escapade involving chasing him with pears during Amy's visit had leaved him on his guards.

"That, and Sexy here needed a bit of tinkering. But we do have to meet up with our in-laws, don't we?"

"Better hurry, or Amy will have both our heads on a silver platter by the time we get there."

"Geronimo, then."

Adjusting a few levers on the console, the Doctor drew closer to you before turning around on his feets, planting an excited kiss on your lips, then pulling the Big lever to send the TARDIS flying off. And landing it did, with a loud sound just down the block.

"You're getting better at parking her! For once, we didn't end up in Amy's kitchen; that's a first." Did you teased him.

"I said I was sorry. Not my fault the oven was wide open."

"I'm not complaining. Now we have a brand new oven to bake with!"

Approaching the door, you barely had time to knock before the ginger woman engulfed you in a bone-crushing hug. Amy had become a close friend since she first entered the TARDIS, her courageous demeanor and contagious sassiness made her impossible not to like. The two of you were quite the pair, sticking together in every circumstance, and today was no exception. As usual on weekends, you had decided to visit and bake with her, initially just a joke, but it had become a regular activity for the girls as time went on, spurred by the Doctor's sweet tooth and craving for sugar.

After exchanging greetings with Rory, Amelia tossed you your cooking apron, adorned with a magnificent "Kiss the Cook" slogan on the front. Catching it gracefully, you tied it securely around your waist as you helped Amelia with hers. Turning to face the grinning Doctor seated on one of the stools, you inquired, "So, pretty boy, what shall we try this time?"

"Have we made 'gâteau au yaourt' yet?"

"What even is that?" Amy chimed in, detaching herself from your grasp.

"Good choice, Doctor. Now, we just need a container to measure everything."

After washing your hands, you felt the Doctor's gaze on your new apron.

"Do you like it?"

"I more than like it. It suits you well."

And there it was, that smile that always made you weak in the knees. Blushing, you turned away, which only seemed to widen the Doctor's grin.

"Oh, shush..."

Without waiting for his response, you began gathering the ingredients needed for the cake. Retrieving your phone from your back pocket, you started an energetic playlist, dancing around the counter while Amy sang along to certain parts.

"So, let me guide you through this, Amy. First, we need some yogurt."

Peeking into the fridge, the ginger-haired girl retrieved a small white container. And so, you began explaining how yogurt cake was an important French bakery item, a practical dessert with no need for precise measurements, perfect for busy meetings.

The recipe was simple enough, so while Amy mixed the batter, you whipped up some cream, trying your best to keep up with the beat of the music. Once finished, you stored the cream in the fridge before joining Amy for the final step: pouring the batter into a circular pan and placing it in the oven.

With the cake now baking, you suggested to Amy that she and Rory take a break while you tackled the dishes. Eyeing you suspiciously, she warned you not to make a mess in her absence. Whether she was referring to you or the Doctor, who was still seated at the counter, you couldn't be sure. Shaking your head, you ushered her out before taking your place at the sink, whisk in hand.

As you washed the utensils, you felt someone's hands wrap around your waist, and a head drop onto your shoulder.

"Bored already, darling?"

"Not really…"

"Then what's on your mind?"

You had just shaken your hands to remove excess water when you turned around to find the Doctor's face mere inches from yours, his nose adorned with a smudge of batter. Did he really just lick the bowl? Deciding you didn’t even want to question it, you just stared at it for a while before speaking up.

“You have a little something on your face.. Here let me help you.”  Taking the end of your apron, you brought it up to his face before weeping the small spot at the tip of his nose. His smile shined once more as you sneakily swapped your places, making him now trapped between you and the counter. 

"So, tell me, what's going on in that beautiful head of yours? You've been unusually quiet…"

"Can't I just listen to you talk?"

"Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

"I mean, you've lived in France for a couple of lives, so you might know more than me on this point."

"Says the man with a universe's worth of knowledge in his library. You're not fooling me on this one, spaceman."

Your faces were now tantalizingly close, as you tried to coax him into saying something. With you this close, all he wanted was to tell you everything but it would ruin the surprise. He had wanted for it to be special, a small adventure for the both of you, but he was too scared to spill it out of excitement to say something. 

"You're impossible, you know that?"

"Apparently not enough. Tell me about it."

With a small laugh, you grabbed him by his bow tie, crashing your lips against his, melting into his touch as you basked in his comfort. Each sweet kiss sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach, just like the first time you met. Your hands grasped at anything you could on him, trying to ground yourself in the moment.

Your embrace seemed too short, as your make-out session was interrupted by the timer on the oven. With your hair disheveled and the Doctor's bow tie undone, you tried to compose yourselves, pulling your hair back and slipping on a heat-resistant glove to retrieve the cake from the oven. Admiring the beautiful golden top, you could practically taste its delicious aroma.

You and the Doctor attempted to look a bit more presentable, but as always Amy bursted into the kitchen, wanting to ensure everything was all right.

"Cake's out of the oven?"

"Yep."

Upon closer inspection, she laughed at the Doctor's disheveled appearance. He was still straightening his bow tie, his collar askew, revealing a few red marks, with his shirt wrinkled and partially untucked, his suspenders struggling to stay attached to his pants.

"You two had fun, I see."

Blushing, you were tempted to toss your glove at Amy, but she dodged it with ease, giggling as she left, seemingly on her way to spread some gossip.

"Shit, I missed..."

Well, it could have been worse. You helped the Doctor readjust his bow tie, before boiling water for tea. Finally, you made the cake presentable and topped it with fresh whipped cream and raspberries.

And as you set everything on the table, the Doctor marveled at his luck. How did he end up with someone who could keep up with him on every adventure? He remembered the look on your face when you first saw his new regeneration. He had told you beforehand, but he still worried that you wouldn't love him the same way with his new face.

How silly was he to think that someone who had changed faces so many times would reject him. To you, he was still the Doctor, the beautiful creature who had shown you the universe, made you feel loved and cared for. Even if he was a bit smaller, with longer hair and a larger chin. In your opinion it made him all the easier to kiss, and you were grateful for it.

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The afternoon ended on a beautiful note, with you, the Doctor, and the Ponds enjoying a delicious homemade cake as soft music played in the background. You discussed future adventures and reminisced about memories made along the way, planning your next baking escapade. It was no surprise when the Doctor suggested trying to make some alien cake next time. In your mind, you had already reached the bottom shelf of the TARDIS library, eyeing the row of books, wondering if the red recipe book with Gallifreyan writings on the cover could help.

You had been working tirelessly for weeks now to perfect a recipe while visiting your sister. Secretly learning Gallifreyan, with some assistance from the TARDIS in selecting the right books for translation. You were grateful for her help in this endeavor. You wanted for it to be perfect after all and create something meaningful for him.

As the sun set, you bid farewell to the Ponds, promising to visit again soon, before returning to the TARDIS. Once in space, the Doctor was finally able to execute his plan, sending you both to one of the most beautiful soirées in the galaxy to dance the night away. For a short while he disappeared into the corridors of the TARDIS, letting you ponder what he was up to this time.

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"Well, milady, we are awaited somewhere rather special. Your finest dress is advised for this glorious night." The Doctor exclaimed with the voice of a television host, returning in a magnificent white vest and black dress pants. A smile graced your lips as you admired him and his unusual attire.

"Just give me a moment, beautiful stranger… I'll be right back." Making your way to the TARDIS wardrobe, you examined the extensive selection of dresses, eventually landing one recommended by River. You had chosen it on one of your last trips together, waiting for the perfect occasion to wear it. As for jewelry, you adorned yourself with a simple golden necklace the Doctor had given you for your first anniversary.

Emerging onto the main platform, you found the Doctor still where you had left him, his feet tapping the ground in a repeating pattern. When he turned around, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of you. The dress you wore was a mid-length gown with a slit, featuring a V-neckline that revealed just the right amount of cleavage. It hugged your figure perfectly, with two distinct parts to the sleeves—one that made the top stand straight and the other cascading over your shoulder. Your makeup was soft, your hair elegantly styled, complementing every curve of your body.

"So… what do you think?"

"Bleamy, (Y/N)...., you look out of this world…"

Still a blushing mess, you interlocked your arm with his as you walked out of the TARDIS, a wide grin spreading across your face when you saw where he had taken you.

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Bonus :

"I suppose I made the right choice of dress, didn't I?"  Did you laugh practically out of air.

As always, the night ended with both of you escaping the scene, giggling like a mad married couple , with a few soldiers trying to get hold of you. Let's just say you were discovered in one of the corridors making out once again, this time with the Doctor fully adorned in your favorite deep red lipstick.

“Forgot i was banned from the palace-” The doctor finally admitted as the Tardis came into view.

[slightly-knot-insane]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do any wlw or mlm monsterfucking :3 If not, that's all good! I love your works sm!!! Have a nice day 🫶

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Monstertober 2024 - day 21 [ Undead ] by @ozzgin

[ fem!upir* x fem!reader ]

*'Vampires' and 'upirs' are pretty much the same, but since vampire was overtaken by the western culture, I prefer the expression 'upir'. Slavic upirs aren't afraid of the sunlight, but they are scared of crosses, fire and objects made of hawthorn. They can even live normal lives and have kids, but they are not imortal. They drink blood and harass people if they feel like it though lol.

content: blood, squirting, fingering, oral

You haven't visited a butcher's shop in a long time, and you really didn't expect to see a beautiful young woman working there. She greeted you with a smirk, completely ignoring the man who was in the line before you. Guy stuttered in shock but she just glared at him to shut him up. With a threat he'll complain to the manager, the girl scoffed and turned again to you.

"What will it be, sweetheart?" she asked you with a wink.

She was a bit too forward for your taste, but you still blushed. She was incredibly charming, even in that bloodied apron. She took your order and chopped the meat with a cleaver using the strength of a lumberjack. And she was really putting on a show. Finally, she wrapped the pork and gave it to you not breaking eye contact.

You paid for the meat and finished shopping... but couldn't stop thinking about the butcher. You almost ran back to her. She greeted you with a smile, as if she was expecting you.

"Would you like to come to my place... for dinner? My address is..."

And she accepted, as you knew she would. Before she washed her bloodied hands, you could've sworn she licked her fingers clean.

She came right on time, bold and beautiful. As soon as she entered, she sniffed the air. "You... didn't prepare anything?"

You opened your shirt and showed her your naked torso. "I washed my neck for you."

The cocky woman - or rather upir - shook her head in shock. "You... know?"

"I saw you lick off the blood. Upirs often work as butchers, I heard. Also, I'm never this attracted to anyone. I just connected the dots. I don't mind. I'm really into it, actually."

Looking at your naked body, she licked her lips and that was the first time you've seen her sharp teeth. She slowly approached you and touched your collar bone. "Well, well. So the dinner is you?"

"And breakfast," you replied, kissing the tips of her fingers.

In the next few hours, those fingers entered your pussy many times, pleasuring you. She managed to keep you dripping wet throughout the night. You moaned and trembled while her mouth kissed your folds, and her inhumanely long tongue prodded your entrance. "Oh fuck... fuck, your tongue... aaaah..." You orgasmed hard, and she made sure it was the longest orgasm you have ever experienced.

She then rode your face, rubbing her clit against your lips and nose, breathing heavily and panting. She held herself by your bedframe and it creaked under her strong grip. "You're so good... so warm..." She was all red, from mouth downward, between her breasts to her navel. Your blood and her drool mixing on her skin. You pinched her dark nipple and fucked her undead cunt with you mouth and finger until she came all over your face, squirting pink liquid.

She then jumped on you, with an animalistic growl and bit your neck. You melted into your pillows, sweating, almost choking from delight, while she sucked your blood and fingered you for what seemed hours. "The blood tastes like a liqueur when my partners are close to orgasm", she explained it to you in the morning. "Different blood tastes like different liqueurs." She edged you until your blood reached the perfect flavour and she was no longer thirsty.

[the-kr8tor]

hellooooo!!

i had to lock in for our king hobat 😌. maybe hobat or IPOB hobie comforting you after the loss of someone important to you.

kinda the idea that vampires are “scary” and then it’s just him holding you while you cry, kissing your tears away, stuff like that is just a sweet little moment to have. and obviously hobie’s imortal so it’s all a little confusing for him, but he gets there eventually.

possible spider trio appearance..? 🤨

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Omg new anon! Hello! Thank you for requesting, I hope you like it!! ❤️

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW blood, CW death, In pursuit of blood au, vampire au, vampire hunter! Reader, established relationship, hurt/comfort.

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Hobie heard the front door close from all the way inside his coffin. With a smile, he rushes in, one sock on and the other missing in action. His bat form bobs and weaves through the house, dodging furniture and vases. His pajama pants that have loose elastics from wearing it too much almost fall down as he reaches the foyer.

“Darling!”

The smile on his smile fades when he sees you covered in crimson and smelling of dried iron. It's not yours, he knows it isn't just by the smell, but that doesn't mean he's not worried.

“What happened?” He asks, red eyes glancing at the smattering of drying blood on your cheek.

You struggle to find your words, voice left in the same place where you screamed in terror and grief. You sniff, sleeve wiping at your shell shocked expression, accidentally spreading blood all over your chin and nose.

“S–Shit, I think I need a shower.” You walk past him, not meeting his eyes. Your footsteps are heavy, laden with fatigue and sorrow.

Hobie doesn't think twice in grabbing your arm, gentle yet firm. “Are you hurt?” He asks, ducking his eyes to meet with your downturned ones.

You shake your head, “don't think so, Hobie.” Your eyes gravitate to his hand, lithe fingers wrapped around your elbow, veins popped up as he reins in his own emotion of seeing you like this.

“Love, do you want to talk about it?”

“I don't think so.” You repeat your own words, as if saying something else would have you crumble down to your feet. Taking your arm away, his fingers brush along your blood soaked sleeve as he lets you go.

Hobie follows behind you, silent and giving you space with a concerned pair of eyes. He stares at your stiff shoulders, where your back is the only pristine place that he hasn't seen a drop of blood on you. His mind whirs with every step, worried about you. Sharp nails dig into his palms as he hears your shuddered breath, not a pained one, no, but a quiet sob.

You enter your room, all filled with your hunter family memorabilia. Wooden stakes, silver daggers and dried herbs tacked on the ceiling.

You pause by the doorway, shoulders moving up and down, an indication that you're still breathing. “Where are the others?” You ask, still turned away from him as you subconsciously pick at the blood underneath your nails.

“They went to the shops, said somethin’ ‘bout buyin’ snacks.” Hobie matches your tone, brow furrowed, knowing that the reason you asked about their whereabouts is because of your own anxieties. “Can I help you— please let me help you, darling.”

“What would you know about this?” You chuckle but with none of the humour he's used to.

“You'll be surprised at how much ‘m familiar with it.” Filled with trepidation, he reaches for your hand, fingers grazing along your own, waiting for you to reciprocate.

“He's dead.” You say, not flinching away nor leaning against his touch. “Just like that.” Your tone is small, not what he's used to. And none of your confidence and bravado.

“Who is?” With one step closer, he can sense your restrained sobs through his chest.

“A cousin. A hunter like me.” You inhale, hot tears streaming down your face that you refuse to let Hobie see.

“‘m sorry.” He tries to hold you fully but you move away and quickly enter the bathroom with a slam of the door. A frown is etched on his face, he should leave you alone, let you be. But he has done that before, not to you, but a thousand years of love and loss— he won't make that decision ever again. Especially to you.

With a deep exhale, he enters your room, and knocks at the bathroom door. With Hobie's strength, he could always rip the door from its hinges or kick it open. But instead, he sits down in front of it, legs crossed on the shaggy carpet, and eyes staring and unblinking at the barrier.

After ten minutes of your muffled sobs that you tried to hide with the running faucet, you close the water and inhale deeply.

“Why are you s–still out there, Hobie?” You ask through the door.

“Do you want me to go?” He asks, voice just as gentle as before.

The door flings open, revealing your red eyes and tear stained cheeks. “No, I don't want you to go.” You run towards him as he receives you with open arms.

Hobie cradles you in his arms as he maneuvers you towards his lap. You hide your face on the crook of his neck as your fists bunch around his shirt. His hand is shielding the back of your head whilst his lips rests upon your temple, whispering reassurances.

“I couldn't save h–him.” Your sobs wrack your whole body, prompting Hobie to hold onto you tighter, blanketing around you. “He was just a boy, younger than Pav and they let him hunt without any help.” You cry against his skin, broken words reverberating through his whole being. “Why would they do that, Hobie?”

“I don't know, love, I don't know.” His heart cries for you, fingers gripping into the back of your shirt as he cradles you.

He could tell you that your hunter family have always been like that, pricks. Hell, that's how he met you, on your first hunt, scared shitless in front of a banshee. But shit talking your own flesh and blood wouldn't bring back the dead nor will it help you. Instead, he keeps telling you that it's not your fault, that you did everything you could have possibly done.

“He called me, I was too late.” You place your head on top of his shoulder, eyes staring at the thousand year old pin prick scars on his neck. “I held him when he was just a baby.” Leaning away to look at him, you gasp at the bloodied tears rolling down his cheek. “Why are you crying? You didn't know him…” you gently wipe his tears with your thumb. “... he's human, and you're— you.”

“My heart might not beat anymore, but it still feels.” Hobie grasps at your hand, laying it atop his jaw and leaning against your touch. “Dying doesn't mean I lost my humanity, love.”

You put on a brave face, eyes brimming with unshed tears and lips wobbling. “I'm glad you're not like them. You're more human than they could ever be.”

Hobie softly smiles, moving down to place a heavy kiss on the corner of your eyes and down to your wet cheeks. “You're too good for them, promise me somethin',” you gaze at him with the same tenderness. “Don't turn up like them, yeah?”

You nod, reaching around the back of his head to push him further down towards you and letting his head rest on the space on your neck.

“I promise.”

[cookies-after-dark]

POOKIE BEAAAAR i missed spamming u w/ horny asks <33

okok so im starting from the following thought process right?? ahem. pv and smilk are, very

very

VERY

fucking old lmfao

so what do u think about a reader who, obviously, is way younger than them (cuz you're gonna have to deal w/ that when your husbands are old ass imortal gods) but they're relentless about teasing them, being a real brat about it?? like calling them gramps n grandpa with a mischievous (>:3) face??

mid sex one of them falters and they just go "aww grandpa?? your hips aren't what they used to be??" or before sex they just "aww but i don't want you to hurt get hurt~ old people are very fragile, yknow?"

reader proceeds to get fucked about it, so good, so hard, so fucking stupid, that they can only babble about how good it feels, that they stop teasing smilk n pv about their ages, unless they want their brain to melt out of their ears

i am so so sorry if this is weird 🙏🙏 ik ur the freak king but ik not everyone fucks w/ age gaps

additional tags: explicit content, age gaps, beast x ancient

I'll be honest, age gaps are insanely hot to me but the "gramps" and ">:3 face" part of this ask was such tonal whiplash I was knocked right out of horny space and into somewhere cold and dark. /silly

[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

Yandere hera x reader (headcanons)

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if you manage to get hera as a yandere for you... well lets just say your hers and you will never have another person she doesn't approve of in your life ever.

you will constantly have one of her crows with you at all times. and she wont hide them either, she wants it to be known that your hers.

if you're hoping to be rescued you can forget it. no one is foolish enough to cross hera or go against her in anyway.

you will be dressed in the finest clothes that can be made. after all she wants you to look your best for her, her pet after all.

it doesn't matter if youre mortal or another goddess you wont stand a chance against her so its no use fighting her love. and if you do then well... she will put you in you place.

she will bring you everywhere with her, to meetings, strolls, feasts ad pretty much anything else. dont run either or you'll get floated around everywhere with her powers.

like the rest of the gods she will make you imortal if your mortal. she wouldn't stand losing you.

as seen in the show she has slight jealousy issues. so if you plan to flirt or talk to another then things wont end to well.

along with hera you may also attract other gods that are close with her as yanderes, most likely her son ares. and possibly if your lucky aphrodite.

on the yandere scale hera comes in at a solid 9/10. she will be kind and loving to you, as long as you obey of course.

[tullli]

i just had an idea for an AU with yandere!Neuvillette (also a sparkle of yandere!Furina)

imagine Focalors!Reader who "created" Furina, similarly to how Gold created Albedo, to keep her place. Furina only has vague memories of her mother and one day offhandedly mentions her "motherly figure" to Neuvillette. Him, on the other hand, already had his doubts of Furina being the actual archon but now is sure she must be hiding something regarding her real identity... (why would a god have a motherly figure?)

I dont think the archon quest would differ much, only having note-worthy moments in its end, with the Traveller inside Furina's consiousness finding out about Focalors!Reader and a few parts of the cutscene changing.

The moment Neuvillette would truly show his infactuation to the reader is when she tells him about the plan. (for dramatization purposes i think this whole section should happen in real life and not like... in that fake courtroom it happens in the game) And because Reader didnt separate her humanity like in-game Focalors did, maybe in an attempt to "save her from herself" Neuvillette does that separation and allows the god part of her to die as a way to stop the profecy and still maintain part of Reader.

Using his sovereign powers (or something else entirely) he maybe grants Reader imortality and then starts showing his more obcessive tendencies together with Furina, who now has her "mother" back and will eventually ask for a complete family.Its the least she deserves after doing everything so properly for 500 years, right? And Neuvillette took such good care of Furina... a great candidate, hm?

(not proofread. might have some mistakes)

[seriesxwriting]

Hello can i ask for Damon Salvatore x Fem!Reader where the reader is in a relationship with Damon and he arranges a romantic evening for her (rose petals scattered in his bedroom, candles, wine or champagne and a bathtub filled with foam) and he does it because he knows that the reader is studying and worked hard for her exams?

This is a great idea!! I feel like now is a good time to write it as I’m currently taking my A level this month ahah. Thank you for the request <3.

Won’t you spend a little time with me

Pairing: Damon x Fem!Reader

Series: The vampire diaries

Summary: Request: Damon won’t leave you alone even though you’re trying to see exams. You don’t believe he understands the stress you’re under but oh how wrong you are.

Warnings: kissing, maybe swearing.

“Yeah well I just have to cover component two section A to E over this weekend” I told Bonnie as we exited the school building through the double doors. “I remember when a weekend meant freedom” she sighed putting on her sunglasses, making me wish I had my own ones as the sun was so bright. “I don’t, it was so long ago”. Bonnie chuckled at my joke shaking her head. “Well, not long left I suppose, we only have three more exams after the weekend and then we’re… donezo Washington” she rubbed her hands together excitedly.

“I suppose that’s a good way to look at it- but we’ve actually got to get through the week and I have to get through the weekend ignoring Damon’s pestering” I rolled my eyes which Bonnie saw. “Is he still not leaving you alone? Don’t he understand not everyone is imortal and some of us need grades” Bonnie put her head to once side as we continued walking round the building towards her car.

“Don’t get me wrong I want to see him, but balancing a boyfriend and exams is just so difficult, he just doesn’t understand that these are my priority just as much as he is” I explained in a low tone but when I looked to Bonnie she’d stopped in her tracks. I frowned confused and she lifted her hand to her sunglasses sliding them down to her nose. “You were saying?” She whispered looking straight. I followed her eye-line looking at what she was gawping at. Damon. There he was, sitting in his car with the roof down, engine on and blasting music from his radio.

Not that he was even listening to it, he was too busy scrolling on his phone. “God, he’s so difficult some times” I sighed watching him, deciding what I was going to say to him. “I suppose you’ll get a lift off him then, don’t need me” Bonnie cracked a smile nudging me. “I’ll see you Monday, I’d hug you but my hands are full with these stupid books” “see you Monday girl” she giggled waving and walking off to her car. I took a deep breath in and strode towards Damon. “What are you doing here?” I stood by his door and raised an eyeshadow.

“Well hi there gorgeous, what’s your name” he joked with a smirk looking me up and down. “What are you talking about gorgeous I’ve had no sleep for a month, I look and feel like a zombie” I replied walking round to my passenger princess side, in a slightly grumpy mood. Damon, like a gentleman, opened the door for me seeing my hands were full. “You’re always gorgeous to me y/n, you don’t have to worry about that” he smiled putting his head on his shoulder. Now that I had a free hand I was able to turn the volume down on the radio so I could talk to him without it sounding like we were in a club.

“What are you doing here Damon?” I asked in a repeated grumpy tone. “What’s it look like? I’m picking you up” he replied shrugging and gesturing to his blue car. “Yes but why? I told you Bonnie was talking me to home” “because you’re not going home I’m taking you to mine” he smiled softly at me, it was so hard to be mad at him because he was so sweet but I was sick of his lack of understanding towards how important these exams were to me. “I also told you I had to revise and couldn’t see you tonight” “I know…” he trailed off in a lower tone which made me think I’d hurt his feelings.

“I made plans for us that’s all” “Damon I have one week left of this revision shit and then I’m all yours, I don’t know why you don’t understand how important these exams are to me, they are my future, I’m stressed as fuck I just need to be revising” I told him straight but his eyesight trailed off and he began awkwardly playing with his fingers on the steering wheel. “…I can take you home if you’d prefer” he answered not looking at me. I sighed knowing now that I’d definitely hurt his feeling and scooted over laying my head on his shoulder and wrapped one arm around his neck.

“No, take me to yours, we can spend a little time together before you take me home- it’s not like I haven’t missed you” “no y/n it’s okay, I’ll take you home” “I don’t want to go home anymore Damon, I want to spend some time with you so take me back to yours” I laughed shaking my head, trying to lighten the mood just a little bit. But Damon wasn’t really interested. I suppose the time I spent with him to night wouldn’t be and nice as I’d hoped due to me being a bit too harsh and taking out my tiredness on him.

“Are you sure?” He breathed turning his head slightly towards me. I kissed his cheek before resuming back to my seat. “Yes, I’m sure” I nodded putting my hands on my lap, sitting back and waiting for him to pull off.

Damon didn’t say a word on the way back home unless I made a conversation. To that he would answer using minimal responses as if he was challenging himself to answer using as few words as possible. I eventually got tired of small talk and just looked out the window thinking about how I could make it up to him. We eventually pulled into his drive and got out the car. “I’m sorry” I blurted out. “I’m not angry at you y/n” Damon sighed walking towards the door and away from the conversation.

“But you are- I know my words weren’t- well worded in the best way but my point was still valid Damon” I told him trailing after him. He stopped at the door with the key hesitating. “If-you wanna go home? I’ll take you home” he shrugged finally looking at me. “No” I rolled my eyes shaking my head. “I just want you to understand the importance of revision for me and understand that we’re both in the wrong- you deliberately ignored my plans just so you could get me here to stick a film on for two hours and possibly get some action half way through it” I folded my arms but as soon as I said that i regretted it.

I saw his face change, his jaw locked but his eyes they stayed the same. I saw the hurt in them. “I’ll drive you home” he told me in a very neutral tone. “No we’re going to go inside and talk about this” I shook my head grabbing the key out of his hand as he walked past me heading back to his car. “I don’t want to argue with you Damon” I sighed unlocking the door “I don’t want to leave things bad between us” “wait y/n!” Damon threw his hands out as I pulled open the door. Peering inside the house I noticed a whole bunch of rose petals on the floor.

They were bright red and began from the door and trailed all the way to the stairs as well as up them. “What’s this?” I blinked after not saying anything for a while. “Nothing let me just take you home”. Hundred’s probably thousands of rose petals were placed carefully on the ground. “D- did you do this?” I whispered turning to look at him now. “…Yeah” he sighed putting his hand behind his head. “For me?” I questioned in a quieter voice. He nodded slightly looking at me subtly.

I didn’t know what to say but I did knew I felt guilty. Very guilty. “C-can I follow them?” I stuttered watching them rustle as the breeze came through the door. “Do what you like y/n” he shrugged standing up straight. I stepped inside the house after watching him for a few seconds. Onto the rose petals I walked and slowly while admiring them I followed the trail towards the stairs. They went up as if it was a huge wave coming towards me but with each step I felt more and more guilt sink in.

They lead me into Damon’s bedroom. Where on the bed there was a huge box of chocolates and a bottle of champagne. The petals then led into the bathroom where there was a huge bubble bath when I went round the corner. Candles everywhere I looked, they lit up the place so the lights didn’t even need turning on. I stood in awe as I heard Damon creeping up the stairs. “Damon” I turned to look at him.

“this is all new to me y/n… being with- a human is new- it takes some getting used to but I wish you knew how hard im trying” he replied before I could even get a word out. “I see that now- I see how blind I was damon, I was being selfish and I was horrible to you and you- you were so sweet” I sniffed as ny eyes started to fill up. I slowly walked to the bed wiping my tears away that had trickled down my face.

“Don’t cry y/n- I probably should have gone about it in a different way- you did tell me you were busy tonight and I did ignore that” he sighed walking over and putting his arm around me. “Don’t do that, you’re not in the wrong I spoke to you awfully and you only ignored it so you could do all these sweet things for me- you wasn’t being selfish like I was” I shook my head crying onto his shoulder now. “I knew you were stressed I just wanted you to have one relaxed night so you don’t overwhelm yourself with work- I know you have a tendency to do that” he giggled squeezing me.

“I’m sorry for what I said, you’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met- no one has ever done anything like this for me before, my heart just melted” I sniffed looking up into his eyes. “You deserve this y/n you’ve been working so hard” he rubbed my arm softly. “But I would never pull you away from somewhere to be selfish and get some- action” he continued in a more stern voice making it clear he didn’t like that comment. “I know I know- it was stupid to say I was pissed it just fell out- I regretted it as soon as I said it I promise” I shook my head sniffing.

“I know you did babe I saw it in your eyes, just wanted to highlight it- So stop crying and let’s open this drink” he smiled leaning in for a quick kiss. I held his face as he drew back smiling and pulled him back in again this time for a little longer. “I love you Damon, so much” I whispered rubbing my thumb across his cheek.

“I love you y/n, always”.

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(Having a boyfriend is cool but it’s hard when you have to juggle exams and a relationship. Having to choose between revising for an exam that could affect your whole future and spending time with the person you see as your future. But just remember it’s temporary, and your partner will want you to do well, they will want the best for you. Exams are the priority and don’t let anyone take that away from you and don’t feel guilty putting yourself first, they should want to see you succeed. So do what you feel’s right.)

[anemoarchonhoe]

Helloo!!! I've been catching up to your thousand winds au (BC I LOVE VENTI I LOVE U VENTI AND OUR FLOATING TINY PUFFBALL CHILDREN) and I saw a post about Creator!Reader's human form being their smallest form and they can only go BIGGER

And I thought about the Thousand Muses and how they are equal parts Venti and Creator, so as they age and gain more knowledge and followers and evolve their musical skills further and futher, would they perhaps start INCREASING in size? Maybe change forms too, after finally growing into their mantle of gods, they start to ressemble mythological creatures. Maybe some of them take the form of griffons and hippogriffs who pluck the strings of instruments with hooked beaks and shiny claws with such precision that no other musician, mortal or imortal, can replicate their tunes. Others perhaps become pegasus, using hooves as percussion and their GIANT feathers as hands for other instruments. OH OH maybe some of them kinda ressemble sphinxes and harpies????? They managed to achieve a balance between their child forms and animal forms, making soft, cherub faced singers and poets (and tricksters. So many sassy tricksters)!!!

BUT OFC THAT'S JUST ME WITH MY OWN HEADCANONS I DON'T WANNA IMPOSE ANYTHING IT'S JUST A THOUGH I just really like mythology and I thought it would be cool if the little wind sprites eventually grew up to "mirror" those mythological creatures (and even became a core part of Mondstadt's local "mythology" too)😭😭😭

Don't worry! I do encourage everyone to have their own headcanons about the Thousand Muses. They're your children, so I think it makes sense that everyone gets to have their own headcanon of how the wind babies look like. Your ask does remind me of @definitelynotaria's Thousand Muses design and it's my favorite interpretation of the Thousand Muses.

Since they're just minor deities (the sentient 1000, the rest of the floofs are strictly not self-aware... like jellyfish, so they are considered sacred and are respected, but they're not worshipped), they're not gonna exceed Dvalin's size, but they do get close to Andrius'. They're shapeshifters so every scholar that tries to study them can never truly understand how their bodies work.

But that's okay, for both you and your children. Gods weren't supposed to be understood by mortals, anyway. It's better this way. Nothing good can ever come with so much knowledge about you and your kin.

Some divine knowledge are better left alone.

[okeutocalma]

Kokushibo — Male Vampire reader.

Ele passou os dedos suavemente por sua bochecha, totalmente maravilhado com o homem a qual é casado.

Kokushibo lhe conheceu antes de se tornar um demônio. Uma bela criatura da noite, sem dono e sem mestre, vindo da Inglaterra. Um vampiro.

Desde a primeira vez que te viu, tomando sangue de um cervo em meio a floresta a noite, o coração do jovem caçador de demônios disparou.

Você foi carismático, não o atacou e muito menos zombou. O dono de pele [clara|escura] conversou e o cortejou, como um galã que Michikatsu escutava mulheres dizer.

Enquanto foi humano, o espadachim fazia questão de te alimentar com o próprio sangue. Porém quando escutou de sua boca que precisava dormir, hibernar, o homem desabou, principalmente quando o dono de olhos verdes contou que o menor tempo de sono que teve, durou 20 anos.

Michikatsu queria continuar com você, se casar e morar contigo, não daria certo se ele já fosse um defunto por causa da marca do caçador.

Quando a oportunidade de virar um demônio apareceu, ele não pensou duas vezes.

— Amor — ele chamou baixinho, a palavra quase sussurrada, como se estivesse com dó de acordar o outro. Sua grande mão deslizou com delicadeza para as costas do amado, traçando um caminho suave sobre a pele, enquanto seus dedos iniciavam um carinho gentil.

— [Nome] — sussurrou seu nome, depositando um selar suave em sua face. — Está na hora de acordar.

Pouco a pouco, com carícias suaves e constantes, o vampiro finalmente abriu os olhos. Aqueles belos olhos verdes, que por tanto tempo permaneceram fechados, brilharam à luz suave das velas, revelando uma cor intensa, profunda, tão brilhante e fascinante quanto uma esmeralda, a cor que Kokushibo é apaixonado.

Cada piscada lenta parecia iluminar ainda mais a beleza do homem, um verde hipnotizante que trazia consigo um mistério antigo e imortal, deixando no ar a sensação de algo precioso despertando de um longo sono.

— shibo — [Nome] balbuciou sonolento, um sorriso se formando em sua face ao sentir beijos em seu pescoço.

— Bom dia — O vampiro falou, já mais desperto. Michikatsu se afastou o suficiente para olhar para você novamente.

— Eu te amo.

Após falar, o oni sorriu gentilmen para o marido - esse que a face tinha avermelhado.

[Nome] é seu marido, seu Deus, sua musa.

[thejackalxi]

Night at the Museum One-shot

Ahkmenrah x Reader

(You choose the rating when prompted by the asterisks, either PG-13 or NC-17)

Your community college freshman friend, Nick Daley invited you with him to join him at his night shift at the museum. He insists it'll be the "best night ever". How could the night shift at the Natural History Museum be "the best ever"?

You're about to find out...

You walk up the from steps of the Natural History Museum in a hurry. Why did you have to wait until the very last minute to work on this History midterm paper? Because, you admit to yourself, that your social media presence, while important, tends to distract you and make you put off imortant assignments.

No point in kicking yourself over it, you had a paper to write! Sure it would be easy enough to edit a paper written by an AI bot from the comfort of your own home, but maybe if you documented the visit to the museum with informative pictures and video, MAYYYYBE the professor would be willing to give you some extra credit.

You stop abruptly and take a quick selfie in front of the building, and another with a proud lion statue, before continuing inside. A large T-Rex skeleton stands in frontmost in the lobby.

The museum thankfully isn't too crowded on that late Sunday afternoon, that means better pictures for your social media accounts, and you wont have to be bothered by anyone.

You approach the Information desk and scan the QR code on a standee for a map. For your paper, you have to write a piece on early civilization agriculture. So, if there's a Mesopotamian exhibit...you know for sure that there's an Ancient Egyptian wing, those could be could places to start to take some photos...and notes too, you suppose.

You make your way up the stairs and follow the digital map through the hall of miniatures. You always loved these displays. The cute little figures had always seemed to have been playfully moved by the museum staff, making it seem like the tiny figures had their own secret lives in their perfectly safe, contained little worlds.

"Mesopotamia, there you are." you say aloud to yourself, spotting the larger display. You take a handful of good pictures of the display from all sorts of angles, using different focusses as if you were plotting out the cinematography for a big hollywood production. Throw a few filters on these pictures and they're perfect.

Once satisfied, you scan the plaque under the display for the virtual audio guide...you take note of some information that you could use for your paper...and for your photo captions before moving on to the Ancient Rome display. You begin taking more pictures.

'Got to do this quick. Take some more pictures, edit, then...' You pause a moment and look closer at the display, was that...a cowboy in the Roman display? He was tucked away behind one of the pillars, but at the right angle, yoi could definitely see that it was indeed a cowboy minature. You laugh. Those museum night guards must REALLY get bored on their shift. You snap a picture of the misplaced cowboy.

After checking out some of the other Early civilization displays, you head for the Ancient Egyptian wing. There was a promotional stand, "The Tablet of Ahkmenrah and the Great King's family, Back on display for limited time". Below listed the details of how long they would be there on loan from the Royal British Museum.

Curious. You recalled Ahkmenrah and his mysterious tablet seemed to have always been on display here at the New York History Museum. When did the Royal British Museum possess them?...Though the British Museum DID seem entitled to possess all SORTS of ancient artifacts that they really had no business "possessing"...You decide that that particular topic would you could write about for another assignment.

No matter. The tablet was affixed to the wall, shining under the angled gold spotlight as you remember, the sarcophagus of Ahkmenrah on display before it on a raised level.

The tragedy of the 4th King. Beloved by his kingdom until he died in his sleep, though now most Egyptologists and researchers confirmed that he had been brutally murdered by "assailants unknown", though most speculated it was his war hungry, older half brother Kahmunrah.

You explore the exhibit, taking pictures and trying to stay focussed on finding information actually useful to your agriculture report. However, you keep being drawn back to Ahkmenrah's sarcophagus. You had always been fascinated by his story, wanting to know more about him. Ancient writings express how kind hearted he was, how strong of a leader he had been, even if his reign had been cut tragically short.

You decide to take a selfie in front of the case and caption the pic "Pic with my favorite pharaoh" jokingly adding a heart and kissy face emoji. "Rest well, my guy." You say casually as if Ahkmenrah was an old friend simply taking a nap. You take a moment a look at the gleaming tablet in silent reverie before exitting the exhibit.

You figure you have more than enough material that the museum could provide to help aid you in writing your paper. The internet could do the rest from the Museum Café wifi.

On the first floor, beside the gift shop, you go to the café and order a large of your favorite go-to drink. The cute barista calls your name, and places your drink on the pickup counter. You take it with you as you find yourself a cozy corner table and open your laptop to write your paper. You only have a few hours until the museum closes and far less than 24 hours until the midterm paper deadline. As you furiously gather websites you can use for your paper, you figure, 'At least if I don't finish my paper by the time the museum closes, I have until 5am tomorrow morning to get it turned in'.

You get a good hour or two of work done when you hear someone greet you,

"Hey! [your name]" a young man's voice greets, "How's it goin?"

You look up to see Nick Daley, a friend of yours from one of your other classes, a navy jacket slung casually over his shoulder.

You greet him and tell him that you're working on the midterm paper that you had neglected to work on until the very last minute.

"Aw, man. I know how that is! Working here, I always forget to do my homework until the day of." Nick chuckles. You never realized that he worked at the museum, you point out, "Oh! Did I never mention? I'm the night guard." Nick said, pulling on his guard uniform jacket he had previously slung over his shoulder, "Hey, I know the museum is closing soon, but why don't you stay for my shift?" he offered.

You look at him puzzled. Is he even allowed to do that? Have friends stay with him at work past closing? At first you decline, insisting you have to get your paper done, and don't want to cause any trouble or get in the way of him doing his job.

"No, really, it's cool! Plus, with Ahkmenrah back, I promise this'll be the best night ever!" Nick exclaimed.

What an odd thing to say. What would make a night at the museum, the "best night ever"? And what did Ahkmenrah being back on display have anything to do with it?

A part of you wants to decline a final time. You really just want to finish your paper, but once it was done...what? You would post your photos go to bed, stay up all night scrolling endlessly through video reels...

Okay, you decide to accept his offer.

"Great! Trust me, you DON'T want to miss this!" Nick insisted, "Im just gonna grab my coffee and get clocked in, but meet me at the info desk after they lock up the café."

Nick puts in his coffee order and heads back out into the Museum lobby, and towards a back door...to the office maybe?

You find a good stopping point with your paper just as the barista kindly tells you that theyre closing up. You gather your things and head toward the information desk like Nick instructed. You look over your shoulder as the barista turns off the café lights, slides the plexiglass panel across the café doorway, locks it and heads out the front revolving door of the now nearly empty museum.

"Hey again." Nick greets, sitting behind the desk, "Come on around, you can sit down," the night guard offers. You walk behind the round desk and sit in a rolling desk chair besdie him, "How's the midterm coming along?" he asks.

"Close to finished." You tell him. Just need to write a few more paragraphs to meet that 5 page minimum, edit, format, and organize the bibliography page.

"Well, sundown is still a little ways off, you can work on your paper here at the desk if you want while I go take care of some stuff real quick." Nick said getting up and cooly twirling his keyring around his finger. You take out your laptop and resume your work as Nick leaves you to start his lock up duties.

You just start editting when the last of the museum visitors leave and Nick locks the door behind them.

"[Your name]! Save that paper, you're not gonna want to miss this!" Nick exclaims. You barely get a chance to save when he pulls you up and races you up the stairs to the Egyptian wing, "Check this out!"

"Ahkmenrah's tablet? What about it?" You ask.

"Just wait, just wait!" Nick smiled. We waited in silence for another minute, "Wait for it...wait...for it..." Nick whispered. Nothing.

"Is something supposed to-"

Suddenly, a tremendous glow eminated from the tablet. The heiroglyphs etched on the tablet's surface lit up magnificently. You stare in amazement and wonder...

'What in the actual f-'

"Ahkmenrah's tablet brings everything, the exhibits, the animals, EVERYTHING to life at night." Nick explained. The lid of Ahkmenrah's sarcophagus began to slide open. Your eyes widen. Nick gives you a reassuring smile, but you've already taken off into a run to grab your things and bail!

Mummies, taxidermy, dinosaur skeletons all coming to life?! Absolutely not! That didn't sound like "the greatest night ever", that sounded like nothing short of a living nightmare!

You run down the stairs as Nick calls after you as you already begin to hear a cacophany of loud animal sounds, a clamoring of voices echoing throughout the halls. You race to the desk and grab your bag, but you look up as your path is blocked by a full T Rex skeleton. It's massive skull cocks its head looking you over a moment before letting out a roar. You scream, covering your head, but a horse whinny interrupts the massive monster.

"Bully!! Easy, Rexy!" A man shouts atop the horse and bringing the living fossil at bay, "Are you alright, my friend?" The man, you instantly recognize as Teddy Roosevelt asks. He dismounts his horse and helps you to your feet, "Your reaction to our cretacious comrade is an acceptable one, but I assure you, despite the massive size, and that ferocious set of long razor sharp, flesh tearing teeth...he's quite harmless. His bark is worse worse than his bite." Teddy smiles, though the smile drops, "Actually...I suppose that's not entirely true," he chuckles, "NONETHELESS, Rexy won't harm you."

Nick finally catches up as a remote control car zips past, attached to the back bumper at the end is a large bone.

"No need to fear, we have the beast under control!" A voice from...INSIDE the toy car calls.

"We got this!" Another voice with a southern twang adds, again mysteriously from within the toy car.

"Hey, hey. You okay?" Nick asks you, "I know it's always a bit of a shock at first."

You look around as the lobby is now filled with living exhibits across an absolute rainbow of cultures and eras of history.

"Here, lemme introduce you to everybody!" Nick exclaims, "Hey guys!" He shouts getting everyone's attention, "This is [your name]! They're a friend from school, they're gonna be partying with us tonight!"

The exhibits cheered as music kicked on, and somewhere on the upper floor a disco ball was lowered with party lights.

You double blink thinking that you MUST be dreaming. Surely, you must have fallen asleep at you laptop in the café. You do one long blink thinking you'll wake up, but to your surprise, you weren't dreaming.

Nick takes you around introducing you to all sorts of famous historical figures, but one individual in particular coming down the stairs catches your attention.

A golden-tan young man, with a soft chisseled face, beautifully toned body adorned with glittering adornments looks towards you. His dark eyes locking onto your gaze, giving you a tender smile. His orange cloak reminiscant of the brilliant glow of a setting sun billows softly behind him with every step toward you, a massive middle kindgom gold crown rests above his brow.

Before you are even introduced, you know who he is.

"Oh, [your name]," Nick says noticing the Egyptian Pharaoh approach, "this is the guy who makes everything tonight possible, Pharaoh Ahkmenrah, Ahk, this is [your name]."

"It is an honor to have you join us this evening." Ahkmenrah says with a dazzling smile. He's easily the most handsome man you've ever seen. You had always tried to imagine what Ahkmenrah may have looked like, but never could you have imagined he would be so attractive.

Your previous fears and anxiety about the museum pieces spontaneously coming to life ease, as you are introduced to Nick's other friends, Attila the Hun, Sacagawea, and of course...a mischievous capuchin monkey clamors up onto Nick's shoulder with a big toothy grin.

"And of course our biggest celebrity here at the museum," Nick introduces, "this is Dexter."

The little monkey gives a chittering noise as if saying "Hello", his head turning over this way and that in fascination of the new friend.

"Do keep an eye on that one." Ahkmenrah warns, "He'll try to take your shining possessions when you're not looking." he explains. You thank him for the heads up, "Come, dance with us." he smiles that charming pearly smile as he takes your hand, leading you to the middle of the dancing hoard in the lobby.

You two dance for a good, long time, occasionally sharing a laugh at each other's energized dance movements. Throughout the dancing, you look over his stunning form, the top of his tunic resting just at the tantalizing curves of his hip bones. Your eyes travel up admiring his lightly glistening abdomen. His muscle tone is enigmatically perfect. Not to hard cut, but his tone is defined clearly to trace over the dips and curves. His flawless skin seemed to give a naturally golden glow in the light.

His eyes catch yours and you quickly try to look away, not wanting him to know you were staring. He chuckles, dancing even closer to you. You know that he caught you eyeing him, but he says nothing as if he didnt.

After a few songs, you grow tired, "Care for a rest?" Ahkmenrah asks.

"Yeah, I could use a break." You say, Ahkmenrah walking with you away from the dance floor. You go to the drinking fountain to take a much needed drink.

"I entrust you are having a good time." Ahkmenrah says after you finish aking a drink. You enthusiastically tell him that you're having a great time, "I'm glad to hear it. I am too." he says brightly, "I couldn't help watching you dance. You have some great moves out there." he compliments. You thank him and say the same of him. He flashes another gentle grin.

There is a brief pause between you two before he speak again, "Would you...would you come with me a moment? I wish to speak to you more privately." the pharaoh requests. You agree and follow him down a corridor outside an administrative office, "Hardly anyone comes over here..." Ahkmenrah explains. You ask him what he vrought you there to talk about.

"Forgive me, if this is too bold of me to say so, but..." he begins as he carefully takes your hand, "You are like nothing I have ever seen, in the most...spectacular way. I adore your smile, your eyes..." Your cheeks warm as your shining eyes gaze back into his, "Everything about you, beautiful beyond compare." he confessed. You are rendered speechless as he pours out his heart to you, "Too bold?" he asked. You shake your head.

"No...not at all." You reassure him. You confess your attraction to him as well, though not nearly as eloquent as he had professed. The twinkle in his eyes and those tempting full smiling lips are sign enough that your words set his heart further aflame.

You look at his soft parted lips, his top full lip portruding ever so slightly as you move in closer, eyes fluttering softly closed.

He gently rests his hand on the side of your face as your lips meet tenderly. You take a breath, taking in his scent. His musky smell held traces of frankincense and another spice smell that you couldnt quite place, yet it was so familiar. He smelled warm and safe. Your lips part briefly before you hold each other ecen closer and your lips reunite once more.

The kissing continues, progressively more passioned, as his tongue gently brushes yours, lips still pressed against one another. Soft moans escape the two of you interchangably as he holds you tighter.

Your hands journey over his shoulders and rest on the back of his neck, as his own hands slide down your back securing you close to him. You feel yourself growing warm, desiring him more as he kisses you deeply, his tongue meeting yours and tracing your bottom lip.

He suddenly turns your embrace, so your back is to the wall as he moves to plant kisses on your neck. Your hand lightly grips at the back of his neck. One of your hands moves to his lower back. You can feel his smile on your skin before he moves his own hand down past your behind and caresses up your outer thigh. You body gives an involuntary shiver as he gives your thigh a firm, but gentle squeeze, before he rests his hand between your legs over the fabric of your pants.

You grow immediately self conscious as you know you've already grown so excited by his touch. No doubt his hand has discovered your desire for more of his touch. You feel his mouth turn to a smile again, but he says nothing as he caresses you further.

You breath grows harder and faster as his hand pleasures you. You arch into his touch, moaning softly. You can feel his own growing desire from under his tunic against you. His hand expertly stroking you, he continues to kiss and lightly bite at your neck.

The pharaoh unfastens the button of your pants and pauses, resting his hand on you hip. He leans into your ear.

"May I?" he whispers alluringly.

*Shake your head, you're not ready for that just yet

**You nod, craving his touch against you

*Ahkmenrah gives a nod understanding and kisses your cheek, before your lips meet his once more. His hands rest on you body above the belt. (skip ahead to the next single * )

**Ahkmenrah smiles coyly, carefully sliding his hand under the waistband of your pants and beneath your underwear, making you softly moan more. Your pants begin to slide down more from the pharaoh's hand movements.

Just as you could feel yourself getting closer to climaxing, the pharaoh remarkably removes his crown from his head and rests it on a nearby bench. He lowers himself to his knees before you, pulling down the waistband of your pants and underwear, exposing you.

His eyes meet yours with a knowing grin. You give him a little nod which is all he needs before the pharaoh further pleasures you with his perfect mouth and slick tongue. The pleasure sends a shudder throughout your body and you nearly collapse onto him, but with his strong hand on your pelvis and his other on your outer thigh, he's keeping you up.

You tilt your head back in ecstacy, placing your own hand over your mouth so as not to cry out each time Ahkenrah's tongue brushes a sensitive spot. Your other hand tangles in his short dark curls, keeping him on you and controlling the pace.

It isn't long before your breath hitches, and your release builds up inside you. Finally, you let out a muffled gasp and moan of relief, legs trembling. The pharaoh takes long licks of your release, sending more waves of pleasure through your core.

He stands, kissing you hard.

You never thought that a last minute school-related trip to the museum would have resulted in something like this!

The two of you smile, resting your foreheads against one another, catching your breath.

"That was incredible." you compliment.

"Not as incredible as you taste." he smoothly replies. You practically squeal, completely gagged, and your face grows bright red at his comment. He grins kissing you again.

* You could kiss him forever in that corridor if you could, but you're suddenly interrupted by a voice calling your name.

Ahkmenrah rushes to put on his crown as you frantically straighten yourself up.

"[Your name]!" The voice calls again. Nick comes around the corner carrying your bag, "Dexter got a hold of your stuff! We managed to get it back, but you may want to check to make sure he didnt screw up your phone." Nick explains.

"Oh, thanks," You say taking your things from him. He looks oddly between you and Ahkmenrah, noticing something off.

"You guys okay? You disappeared for awhile, I wasn't sure where you went."

"Sorry, Nick, I'm afraid that's my fault. I offered to give them a private tour, and we got a bit caught up in...chatting." the pharaoh explains, looking to you for back up. You nod agreeing with his story. It wasn't entirely a lie.

"Oh, okay, that's cool. Just, again, I would check through your phone, make sure Dexter didn't mess up or delete anything." Nick advises, "You guys still gonna walk around or...see ya in the lobby in a bit?"

"Yeah, we'll be out there soon, I'm just gonna check my phone real quick.

"Okay, see ya then! Don't be too long!" Nick says as he leaves you and Ahkmenrah alone. In a slight panic you open your phone and check through your apps and photos. There were some pics you hadnt published yet. You swipe through your folders and everything looks alright so far.

"One moment." Ahkmenrah comments as he reaches over your shoulder, swiping back to your selfie with his sarcophagus, "That's not a flattering picture...I had my eyes closed." he jokes. He chuckles with you, "Let's take a proper one." he requests as you open the camera app. You both smile and snap a picture, "As they say, one more for safety?" Ahkmenrah suggests. As you snap the picture, his kisses your cheek.

"Be sure to tag me if you post that later."

You're not sure if he's joking or not, but you give him another quick kiss for good measure.

"I think I'm gonna stop by the bathroom and get cleaned up really quick," You mention. Ahkmenrah nods.

"That's...probably a good idea. I should really do the same."

You head in your respective bathrooms and get cleaned up before going back to the lobby to play and dance the rest of the night away...until Nick gives the fifteen minute sunrise warning and you suddenly remember your neglected paper.

"It's okay, we finished it for you." Nick reassures, "After what happened with Dexter, we editted your paper and completed the cited source page. Figured it was the LEAST that we could do." You quickly look the paper over and with a hour to spare, you submit the file for grading.

You thank the group, not only for helping you finish your mid term, but for letting you join on something so magical for the night.

"The pleasure was all ours, my friend. You are always welcome to visit day...or night." Teddy winks with a warm smile beneath his bushy mustache.

"You will...return, I hope." Ahkmenrah added taking your hand, "As the 33rd president has said...you are always welcome here." his eyes practically pleading, hoping you would come back one day. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

After THAT night, how could you not?

The exhibit pieces, sleepily bid you farewell, returning to their designated places, ready to freeze for the day. Nick gathers his own things.

"Ready to go? The first shift guard will be clocking in soon so we can get out of here." He asks. As you throw your own bag over your shoulder, you don't feel ready to leave just yet.

"I forgot something." You say as you rush up the stairs to the Egyptian wing. Ahkmenrah was just about to lay down and slide his sarcophagus shut when you rush in.

"[Your name], it is almost sunrise, you must-" you take his face in your faces and cut off with one last kiss. He leans in, touching the side of your face.

"I promise, I'll come back." You assure him.

"You know where I'll be..." he says, laying down and slowly shutting the lid, keeping eye contact, looking over every detail of your face until the lid was completely closed for his daytime rest.

"Sleep well..." you say as you head back to meet Nick in the lobby so you can leave.

As you make your way down the steps, you open your phone and pull open a handful of the pictures from the night, chaotic photos and selfies taken by the exhibts, the selfies of you and Ahkmenrah, you prep a new post, tagging your new friends that surprisingly have social media handles with the caption,

"Thanks for the best night ever ❤️"

Post.

[theemporium]

Vampire lando where you just found the cure (for imortality) and you guys have a conversation about him taking it and living a human life with you- moving into a safe neighbourhood, buying a house together and thinking about kids.

Just him experiencing this new domestic life that he can actually have, because he's lived like the last 200 years believing he'd never be able to settle down completely and have kids, and he's so happy that he can have that with reader

that’s so cute, stop it😭😭😭😭

and the way he would just be so giddy to grow old with you? to have a family if yous want? to live like humans? the boy would be so happy

[lz-didyounotice]

“ It was quite a sunny day today”

This gif doesn't belong to me.

Heyyyy! 'sup, let me give you a small temporal paradox with a reader meeting 9th while traveling with Bow tie man. Hope you enjoy it.

Plot hevealy inspired by this work by : @am-i-obsessed---maybe : "Wrong Tardis".

Warning : english is not my first language, so please be indulgent. Might contain a little bit of ansgt, but a lot of comfort for our doctor.

Froggit-

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The TARDIS had made a strange calculation once again. The Doctor found himself on Earth, in London, yet unsure of the reason behind his visit, still attempting to pick up the signal.

While examining the screens and discussing the matter with his temporary companion, Jack, the doors unexpectedly opened on their own, despite being locked. A female voice called out, leaving him uncertain how to react. The man beside him mirrored his expression before attempting to prevent the stranger from entering.

"Doctor! I thought you were only picking me up at seven; you’re early."

Turning toward the door, the Doctor watched warily as a woman with (h/c) hair approached the console, attempting to send a message to what seemed to be a friend.

"You're awfully quiet, are you okay, darling?" Finally looking up from her phone, the girl realized the situation she had stumbled into. Lifting her chin, she found Jack’s chest mere centimeters from her nose. "Jack? How are you here?" It had been a while since she had seen Jack. His appearances had dwindled after the Ponds began traveling with the Doctor.

“And who might you be, beautiful lady?”

At that moment, she realized her mistake. Looking past the captain, she saw someone she didn’t recognize at first. His hair was too short, his ears larger, and his style vastly different. This wasn’t her Doctor and his gaze indicated that he had never met her before. She had entered the wrong TARDIS. At least with Jack's presence, she assumed he was still with Rose, but she didn’t seem to be with them.

Deciding to take responsibility, she assumed a different identity, at least temporarily. Using a past name seemed the safest option. Neither of them would recognize her if something went wrong.

“Sorry for the intrusion. Name's Sunny. I’m a 'future' friend.”

“Sunny? What a wonderful name. Well, I suppose you already know who I am, but I'll introduce myself anyway. Jack Harkness. Pleasure to meet you.”

Extending his hand, she accepted it with a slight smile. She had forgotten how charming his younger self could be.

“Pleasure to meet you too. So, tell me, what brought you both here? I can only imagine some kind of Sontaran planting a bomb again.”

“Again?” asked the Doctor, now fully turned toward her.

“Spoilers,” she said with a small smile as she examined the younger Doctor. Even with a different face, he was still mesmerizing. She wondered what his smile would look like if he wasn’t frowning so much. She wanted to kiss his forehead, smooth it from any wrinkles.

“We have picked up a strange signal in the middle of London.”

“Never would have thought to be called a strange signal.”

“How could you be the signal?” Asked Jack, now leaning against the rail.

“Your little emitter is dying in my pocket. Distress signal, I guess. When you left me, you were going to look for a new one.” As she put her hands in her pockets, she pulled out a small phone wired with other components.

Approaching the console, she gently brushed it, lingering with a small smile at the old console. “Hello, old girl,” she thought, before handing the device over to the Doctor for analysis.

“How come you have this? I haven't finished this prototype yet.”

“Told you, future friend.”

And there it was, the smile she had been looking for. She almost wished she had met the Doctor sooner to see more of it. Sensing the tension, Jack excused himself, wanting to “explore” for a bit before returning to his time.

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The sound of the sonic made her feel dizzy. The silence felt weird, at least to her. The Doctor hadn’t met her yet, after all, but here she was with a younger version of himself, filling her chest with butterflies .

“So, tell me, why would I give you this sort of device? Do you get lost so often that I need to provide it?”

“Kinda…”

“When are we meant to meet?”

“Hey… Spoilers, darling.”

“And why do you look at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“What are we? Obviously, we are not just friends with those eyes.”

If only he knew. Fiddling with the three rings on her hand, she smiled, thinking back to her “wedding.” It was under weird circumstances, yes, but she couldn’t have wished for a better way. The Doctor, River, and her, before the universe.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out...” Fully turning to face him, she took his hand, their ringed fingers intertwining as if they were always meant to be. “You know what? I suppose I could give you a small glimpse into the future. I’ll give you three questions. Of course, I won't provide anything that could disrupt your timeline. I'd be an awful partner if I did.”

“Partner?”

Looking at his hand in hers, he wanted to ask about the rings. Why were there three, and not one? Was she married to multiple people?

”Why three rings?”

“A promise for each heart. Two were given to me by the man I love, and the last one by a particularly dashing anthropologist.”

“What promise did you make?”

“I promised to always come back to them, no matter what life brings. To love them until the end of the universe without doubt. To love them until I truly die.” As she spoke, he could see the affection she held for those individuals. It wasn’t just promises; she had already fulfilled them before and would do so again if needed.

Thinking back to what was just revealed, he felt his ears burn. Two rings for two hearts . That man was him, at least his future self! Looking at her with wide eyes, he slowly pointed at her and then himself, still unsure of the implications. Her smile melted his hearts as he realized he had guessed correctly. He couldn’t wait to meet her again, but the fact that she had made such a promise meant something significant had happened.

“Something happened, didn’t it?”

“Not in the way you might think.” Lifting her free hand, she cradled his face, brushing his cheek affectionately. “I made this promise on the day of our first encounter. It wasn’t easy for either of us, but there was only one way out of that situation. And I'll have you know it wasn’t your fault. Years from now, you still think of that day as a dark one, where you lost someone once more. To me, it was one of the brightest days in the universe. That day, I finally had a purpose, something to keep going. And I think you tend to forget how powerful your name can be, how much hope you give by simply giving others a way to shine.”

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She went to release his hand, but he held onto it, wanting to savor the moment a few seconds longer. It felt weird, he never had met her before, but here he was trying to make her stay.

“How long until I meet you?”

“I thought I only gave you three questions.”

And there it was, that pleading look he gave her when he wanted something. Those two blue eyes piercing her heart with curiosity, wanting to know more about their first encounter.

“It's going to be a while before you find me, and a brief trip to France to meet me for the first time. And when I say we’re going to meet again, I might have to relearn how to be myself before catching up with  you.”

As she finished her explanation, she heard a faint and familiar whirring noise from the other side of the TARDIS doors. Giving a final smile to the Doctor, she kissed his forehead before finally letting go of his hand.

“Well, this is my leave. See you soon, Doctor…”

And as the TARDIS doors closed, the man beside the console was left in daze. Confused yet excited by this new encounter. This woman was someone he would travel with, fall for, and marry. But what struck him the most was what she had implied: they would meet again and again, yet she would forget it at some point. It pained him a bit to know, but he couldn’t wait to meet her again.

As Jack made his way back, “Sunny” was nowhere to be seen. In her place, a grinning doctor, holding the now repaired device in his hand. Thoughts of a brighter future flooding his mind. 

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Bonus : 

“(Y/N) I found what we were searching for !” Did Your doctor exclaim, meeting your gaze with a bright and excited smile. The one you always loved to see. “Also found a yellow note with a sun on it, not sure why, don’t remember putting it here.” 

Giving you both, you smiled at the small note. A sun circling a small sentence. “ It was quite a sunny day today”.  Smirking silently, you finally brought the device to your now empty pockets, and folded the small note to put in your phone case.

“Come here bow tie maniac” Reaching for his bow tie, you planted your lips on his forehead before kissing him on the lips. 

“How come I didn't know you had worn leather jackets before ?” Did you ask him with a teasing tone.

[obitobi-simp]

Saw that you like Honkai and I’m watching my friend redesign some Naruto for funsies and doing what I personally like to call a “HoYo glow-up” and bruhhhhhhhhhh Obito looks so good I wish I could show you 😭 Giving off really strong Raiden Mei vibes, and they gave Sasuke a Snake Sage form that reminds me of Dan Heng Imbibitor Lunae (the long hair, plus Mikoto’s genes are very strong)

(Also chibi Kisame and Kakashi fighting in the background for Obito’s attention it’s hilarious xD)

You know what, what are your thoughts on Naruto characters in a HSR setting? Any character!

I feel like Obito could be Imaginary / Nihility DPS (because of his Kamui and Eye of the Moon)

Kakashi, I think, could be Lightning annnnndd I have no idea what his Path could be 😅

Kicking screeming running around in my flat knocking stuff over

I've been waiting my whole life for this get ready dear anon

Pls i need to cure my eyes with your friends drawing

Obito being mei is 100% my canon and kisa and kks being ellie and truna fighting over her

Anon you have no IDEA what an itch you are scratching rn you have opened pandoras box of my brain

I have this supper big au i call tobis bizar adventures for now it's supper long but i'll skip the big parts

All you need to know obito baiscly got khaenri'ahed in a way he's imortal travling through the cosmus and just waiting for the end of the universe to happen(he could undo his imortalaity but he won't cuz that would realese a great desaster and it's cuz of somthing i named oth of imortalatiy obito is the only one that can fullfill it now but he won't cuz he didn't make it and he chose to die on that hill out of princepal or in his case live is a better word)

For timeline resons i'd place ninja planet existing somewhere near the swarm desaster

Anyways back to obito this will sound crazy to non lore readers but here's my hc

Obito was on takamagahara helping the ppl there my hc for izumo is that it had 2 kianas kevin was from takamagahara actully but ladned in izumo crimson moon dynasty orphanage style

Takamagahara was baisicly missing a kevin/kiana that was on izumo

My hc for taka is that obito genuanly fell in love with that world cuz of how they treated their children and everyone even the sovrings of xyz(takas herrscher i freely named that way) in my au they are like a mix of the herrschers of currat era and greek flame chases that they are decided'by birth but their herrscher core growes with them inside them

Obito learned that when he got there and is just like offering to kill the kids for them but therese is just like "no you are not gonna kill kids for crimes we don't know they'll they got the same ight to live and be happy like everyone else" so obito just being so baffled by this. This is the equalatiy of treating a jinchuriki like a normal person and not a monster. so he put that to the test and makes it look like he's abt to kill them but auntie theresa goes inbetween even pushing the kids away but she dosen't die or get a wound obito used kamui. And that's what impresses him so much after everything he saw he decides to help the ppl against the yaoyorozu no kami the best he can.

Later theresa dies on the battlefield and ask obito to look after the kids. That's how he became seele and bronyas father(he later adopts the mei of taka after her father got killed and unjustly framed he stands up and reveals the truth) he later also adopts wenti too

So izumo got 2 kianas taka get's 2 meis and outlanders are nit welcome in other worlds

It's just domestic fluff some angst and it get's worse and worse one after the other the kids get killed or secrafice themself for the ppl and obito is just getting ptsd flashback after flashback until he's the only one left after the last of his daughter dies and he just screem crys after he burryed the last one (in my head the last daughter is bronya) when he sees acheron and silver wolf he's just like "you don't know me but if you ever need anything lmk." Acheron telling him the same she told wrlt and obito:" yeah ik lol but idc you share a face and fate with my daughter i can't help it"

Also scherons trailer clave across a transiant world i watched it more then teyavt chapter travail trailer

Now obito is both nihility and destruction to me but obito is kind of like TB he get's to play multiple paths and even get more sp

My ideas

Fire nihility

Imaganary destruction (all destruction even that of the self are supported)

Fire elation(he's bff with sparkle btw )

And at a later point even get's harmony and rememberance

And he'd be a follower of finality it makes sense i promes

He actully has a deep connection to it and nihilitiy i'll explain another time

My hc for his LC is that you never see his face on them his elation lc is tobi tobing around(from the first time he turned to tobi) while others include rin and or kakashi with just glimpses of obito that are somewhat off

Kakashis path is really hard to decide i'm leaning to destruction tho(self destructive his jutzus and based on game play from naruto moblie)

Sakura is physical abundance and she also get's to be erudition

Sasuke is quantum hunt

And naruto also a hard one but i'll go with wind harmony

Gaara would 100% be preservation wind

Kisame inaganary hunt

Itachi fire erudition

Konan imaganary

Anyways now listen to this kakashi worshiped the memory of obito and with time that became the remamberance so obito is the physical body remenants(ik popular theory is march but zhey could absorb eachother) of the remebarance and that's why he's nobody he's the abssence of remembernace nothingness nobody he was torn into many parts and each acssended to devinity in their way

Also the reson obitos memories are bad fuli is collecting rent for obito to be in his body(they are the same and they hate eachother so bad) imagene fighting an psudo type emenator of rememberance tand they pull up with fuli as their memo sprite

Also kamui is the garden of recomation and obito is perfect to have the seed to recreat the univeser cuz he'll be there untill the very end

My brain made up so much pls feel free to ask more

I even made him up to be in ampoureus but now it dosen't make any senss anymore

Alao he'd look at penokony snd be like yup i was so damm right sbt the whole dream world thing look at how far ppl go to get there.. oh shit is zhere an ailen tree involved in this?no? Okay good

Would you be intrested in a few kit ideas i had for him? Or anything else?

[karlachismylife]

HAHAHAHAHAHA I just saw someone like and then quickly unlike the little Karlach x Soap piece I just posted and I think that broke me

No shade/hate honestly I'm not mad/upset with the person. I just. I feel like I had one little thing (this rarepair) and then I started chasing the bigger, more popular thing (x reader) and now I fucking lost my treasure, buried under the tons of x reader WIPs and ideas, and even when I desperately try to come back to what was so imortant to me, no one gives a fuck

No one wants them, and it feels like even I don't want them, although they were my pride and joy

im gonna go have a fucking breakdown bye

[cupidddd-d]

hi! I'm new to Tumblr (yes I know it's 2023), so I don't know really how this works. I searched for the guide lines, so I hope everything is according. Could you do a imortal!reader child of Zeus/Jupiter that was a big hero during first world war (before the Grand Prophecy was made) and when the gods gave her the option of immortality (just like they did to Percy), she took it. Now, with a biological age of 20's, she passes her time teaching the new generation of heros from both camps, and acts like a mother figure (that most of them need, come on). I just wanted that platonic relationship, and someone that cares for the mental health of the characters, because THEY'RE CHILDREN. Thank you!!

yes omg this sounds so cool! tysm for requesting <3

"i-immortality?" you stuttered, your jaw dropping. you staggered back, dropping your sword with a loud clatter on the marble tile. "f-father, isn't this too much?"

nico

centuries later, you had grown out of your awkward phase. weathered by all the years, you moved with a kind of grace that made nymphs green with envy. your appearance was young, but your eyes were wary.

"nico, have you eaten yet?" you said tiredly, watching him take his anger out on a poor training dummy. "you're striking with too much strength. it's causing you to waste your energy, and that's why you get so tired after fighting."

nico's movements faltered, and he stared back at you. his eyes were wide, and he looked every inch like the child he really was. on the battlefield, he was a deadly blur of movement. but when he was still like this, you could see how his body was practically engulfed by the armor. even the training dummy seemed taller than him.

"my....dad, he said that i needed more practice. i can't disappoint him." he hesitated, looking at you unsurely.

"he'd be disappointed with himself if you passed out from exhaustion simply because you overexerted yourself after misunderstanding his words," you frowned, standing up and dusting yourself off. " i've known him for centuries, so i can assure you that hades would never regard one of his children so harshly. come, nico. we'll get breakfast."

percy

"-so you need to move your arm this way," you continued, demonstrating slowly and knocking the sword out of percy's hand. "see? i disarmed you in less than a minute. there, now try it on me."

he followed your movements, looking at you uncertainly as your sword fell on the sand with a soft thump.

"you did well, kid!" you nodded approvingly. "you're a faster learner than i was when i was your age,"

"i'm not a kid," percy complained, tossing your sword back to you. "i'm 17!"

"and i'm 587 years old as of last month. you're still a kid to me," you chuckled, catching your sword with ease. "besides, i'd imagine that it would be nice to be treated like a child, especially after having so many responsibilities from such a young age. you're still young, perseus. it's alright to want to be treated that way."

his protests fell quiet, and his arms hung loosely at his sides.

"goodbye, perseus. i'll see you soon," you smiled, gently ruffling your fingers through his hair as you passed him.

[r0b0s-robos]

I loved you're new fic its absolutely adorable :D.

But what is the lifespan of a harpy or are they imortal?

And before Reader died were they like a parent, partner or a really close friend of them?

Thank you for enjoying the fic so far!

As far as lifespan is concerned it can get a bit confusing. There's never been a harpy that died of old age, so they are essentially immortal. If I had to come up with an age I’d say they live for about 1000 years. But life expectancy is much closer to 350 or 400. In relation to human life spans, that's basically dying at age 35-40.

Reader was their partner! I tagged the fic as a “slash” fic, so people who click on it know its a romance. They loved Reader very dearly and still do.