#yeah hc that she can remove her face plate

[oat-pup]

4th time this week

[yourlocalmaraudersbabe]

can you do hcs for young sirius black x reader where she goes to his dorm room because she knows he's the only there at that time? sirius sees her sobbing because of her terrible family and she cries so hard it gets to point where she feels sick to the stomach

“Can we at least garden together?”

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Summary: You receive a letter from home and Sirius is there for you

Warnings: Angst, family/parent issues, nausea/vomiting

A/N: Thanks for sending this in!! I thought this was more worthy of a lil fic so that’s what I did :)) I hope you enjoy it!! <3

Word Count: 814

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“What’d they say this time?”

Marlene leaned her chin on your shoulder, trying to look at the letter in your hands.

With the Great Hall’s morning delivery of mail, your parents wrote you yet another letter, and it of course wasn’t anything good.

It was the usual words of how you were disappointing them, how you could do better to upkeep the family’s legacy, and without fail each time, saying how bad your boyfriend, Sirius, was for you.

“Nothing I haven’t heard before,” you mumbled, shrugging her off.

You’d be leaving Hogwarts at the end of the year, so you tried to not let the letters get to you, but this was a breaking point.

You rose from the bench, stepping over it, and snagged the last bit of toast from your plate. Whether it was for a sense of comfort or for pure spite, you made your way to Sirius’s dorm, hoping you’d find him there.

The walk had left you alone long enough for you to feel comfortable in letting a few tears fall down your face. You were blinking away what you could, but these past couple months of brushing everything off was coming back to you. It was all a rush of emotions that was a relief to get out.

You approached his door, wiping at your eyes and down your cheeks before walking through it. Sirius lay quietly snoring in his bed, scrunched up, hugging a pillow.

The click of the door had caused his eyes to flutter, eventually opening to see the sight of your tears running down your face. You slipped under the covers with him as he held you close, the letter in your hands long forgotten on the floor.

You buried your face between his arm and chest, letting outquiet sobs. He leaned his head up, searching for what you dropped on the floor, recognizing the letter. “I’m sorry,” he whispered into your hair, smoothing it back as he spoke. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head and wrapped your arms around him, clutching onto the fabric on his back while he squeezed you tight, mumbling small notes of comfort.

After a moment, he pulled away from you slightly, holding your face in your hands, thumbing away the hot tears as they fell. “Hey hey hey, you’re okay now. Whatever they said isn’t true.”

His words only made you feel worse. Sirius was really trying but only you read what was on the page, he didn’t see the terrible things written about him. Just the thought of it made you nauseous. “Y/n, darling, you don’t look too good right now. How about some water, yeah?”

You nodded, walking with him to the bathroom where an empty glass sat on the counter. He silently filled it up with a swift movement of his wand, but it wasn’t helpful seeing as the nausea caught up to you. He grabbed your hair, holding it away from your face gently, rubbing the small of your back.

You leaned away, hitting your back against the tub, tears continuing to stain your cheeks. He pulled you into his arms, away from the cold ceramic. “ You’re okay. It’ll all be over soon. We’re going to get our own little place where we don’t ever have to get owls from them, okay? Where we don’t have to get any owls from anyone,” he laughed softly.

You choked out a small laugh. “This is pathetic. I’m pathetic—”

“This isn’t pathetic, you’re not pathetic. You’re pretty amazing, actually.”

You adjusted yourself in his arms. “Sirius, I literally just cried so hard that I got sick,” you laughed.

“I still stand by my point of you being amazing. End of story.”

You stood up, taking a small sip of the water on the counter while Sirius scooted next to you, still sitting at your feet. You slid down the small counter front, leaning your head on his shoulder. He grabbed your hand, carefully folding each finger through the other as he leaned his head on yours. “Seriously—” the both of you laughed. “It’s not going to be like this forever,” He paused, kissing your hair. “And you always have me- always.”

“Thank you,” you said, barely audible.

Sirius squeezed your hand. “I love you. And I hope you know how much you mean to me. You are so worthy of everything and anything.”

“Well now you’re going to make me cry happy tears,” you smiled, wiping at your eyes with your free hand. “And I love you too.”

Minutes went by until you spoke again- bathrooms could be surprisingly calming, especially pondering the topic of your future home. “Hey, when we have our own place, I’m going to have a big garden for fruits, vegetables, and herbs— It’s not up for debate, so don’t think about arguing it.”

“Can we at least garden together?”

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[thatesqcrush]

Girrrrl, that Chef Harry hc?? You might've created a monster lol okay, I have a super dirty request for Chef Harry. You know what they say about men eating pinapple? What if Harry eats some and then asks reader for "help" to see if it's true? Feel free to go as dirty as you feel lmao

AN: sorry if anyone that follows me is named Mike or Emily. Those are the characters in the play and I’ve seen Seared too many times so I kind of have a good read on our hot headed chef. Also I have a copy of the play, which you can get here. Smut under the pineapple!

You come home dead on your feet, exhausted.

You’re surprised to see Harry at home. Usually he’s working late at the restaurant.

“Mike and Emily told me to go home. We’ve got a new cleaning service,” Harry replied with an eye roll.”

You notice that he’s busily whipping dinner to eat. The fragrance of garlic and spices permeate your shared apartment.

You notice that there is an obscene amount of pineapple and you call Harry out on it.

“I have a craving for pineapple,” Harry replies innocently.

You change and by the time you’re back, dinner is being plated.

Over dinner, Harry tells you about all the changes Emily is implementing and how Mike has just gone willingly with it.”

“It’s my restaurant! I don’t need anybody to help me get what I want. Emily is always butting her nose in - as if I don’t know how to run a restaurant. Emily is just some girl and I refuse to be bullied by her and Mike.

You reassure Harry that change is good. That some of the ideas she has implemented thus far have been really good.

“What’s this wine you brought home?”

“Barolo. One of the four tops didn’t finish it, so I brought it home for us.”

You inhale deeply. “It’s opened up beautifully.” You pour generous glasses for the two of you.

Harry is still really tense after dinner, so you suggest watching a movie together to help him relax.

Five minutes into the movie playing, you’re leaning into Harry, nuzzling his neck. Harry doesn’t wear cologne - it interferes with cooking - so all you smell is his own distinct scent.

Your hand slides under his worn Henley and then down to the front of his black jeans.

You leaned forward to kiss him hard. He opened his mouth, welcoming you. You slid your tongue into his mouth, licking hotly.

He returns the kiss with equal fervor, sucking your bottom lip before nipping it.

You’ve shifted so you’re seated on his lap, facing him.

Harry pulls you into a kiss once more, his hands threading into your hair. You could feel his hard cock beneath you and you roll your hips in response.

Harry looks at you, his eyes dark with lust. “Remember all that pineapple?”

You pull away, curious. “Yeah?”

“I overheard someone on the train say it helps make men taste sweeter.”

“So you want to test that theory, hmmm?”

You slink off Harry’s lap and kneel before him.

Harry stands and makes quick removal of his jeans and boxers. His cock stands proudly, thick and veiny.

It makes your mouth salivate.

You rise up on your knees so you that you are higher. You spit into your hand and reach up to jerk his cock before taking him into your mouth.

Harry hisses and he wraps both of his hands into your hair, guiding your mouth on his cock.

He grips the back of your head and eases your mouth down on his cock, until the tip is pressing against the back of your throat and you were almost gagging around him.

You close your mouth and started to suck, swirling your tongue a little.

Harry’s cock feels heavy in your mouth and the taste of his pre-cum floods your mouth. You make a quick note that it doesn’t taste as salty as usual and bob faster.

A deep throaty groan bleeds from Harry and he takes the opportunity to slide his cock just a little bit further down your throat. Spit eeks out from the corners of your mouth and drips onto the floor.

You gag and he lets you back up for air. Harry wipes some of the spit from your chin with his thumb.

You give your jaw a break and dip your head down and suck gently on his balls, as your other hand jerks him.

Harry is close; he is losing his damn mind. “I am going to cum sweetheart,” he warns.

You return to his cock, working him with you hand and mouth with more fervor. Harry’s grip on your head tightens and he begins to fuck your mouth, thrusting erratically before he stiffens. He lets out a groan and you hear him encourage you to take his load.

Your mouth is flooded with the taste of his hot cum as he releases into your mouth.

Harry shudders as the last drops of his cum release into your mouth. “That’s it, take it,” he rumbles, deep and low.

You clean his cock with and then open your mouth and stick out your tongue to show him how clean it is.

“You’re too good to me,” Harry replies as he helps you up. “So how’d it taste?”

“You definitely tasted different,” you remark. “Sweeter,” you add.

Harry cocks a brow. “Well now it’s my turn to taste you.”

The movie is long abandoned and you let out a moan as Harry begins to return the favor.

[kuroos-babie]

Falling in Love With a Single Mom HCs

Osamu x fem!Reader | Atsumu x fem!Reader

[ Headcanons/MiniFics ]

Request: Idk if anyone’s requested it already but your head canons are just giving me a bunch of baby fever so can I request some with the Osamu and Atsumu 🥺🥺 —anonymous

a/n: thank u for absolutely tolerating my perpetual baby fever 🥺🥺 i had so much fun writing these, i might even do oneshots god i loved atsumu's part so much pls do tell me what you think!!

❀ it was almost closing time for Onigiri Miya, people already filing out the restaurant after having their fill of good food

❀ but there you were, in your corporate uniform sitting in front of two 7 month old little boys

❀ osamu looks at you fondly from the counter, cheek resting on his hand with his elbow propped

❀ you always drop by when the shop is about to close, too tired to fix up dinner for the three of you— or so he assumed

❀ you let your boys gobble on their own onigiri's, occasionally turning and patting at the other's cheek

"They seem to like the new stuff", he commented as he walked over to your table with the excuse of clearing up the plates you were done with, "Are you done with these?"

"Oh yes, thank you. Yeah they've always had big appetites, I figured I'd let them try something new this time"

Just when Osamu was about to take the empty katsu plate, one of the twins whined in protest, clumsily swatting at his hand, "Eung! Nuh!"

"Oh? Not yet?", he chuckled as he let go of the plate, letting the younger twin pick at the crumbs

❀ you laughed at each other— him noting the way your eyes drooped slightly in exhaustion and he couldn't help but empathize with you

❀ he knows how stressful it is to raise twins, and twin boys? even more so

❀ he grabbed a nearby chair and took a seat

"Is it alright if I crash your dinner for tonight?" he asked before you could even react, "I'd even throw in two orders of tempura and some sake for you"

You yield with smile, only shaking your head since you have no idea how to even reject his offer— not when he has the sweetest smile on his face

❀ since then, he would join you for dinner and let the twins try new onigiris he made

❀ he always has a fond expression on his face when looking at your children, especially when they're stuffing each other's face with the food he made

❀ you two grew closer over sharing food and fawning over the twins

"So you take the both of them to work? And then come here for dinner before going straight home?"

"Sounds about right, yeah"

"No husband?" "Nope" "Boyfriends?" "I don't have time for any", you chuckle

It was a Friday evening and you two chatted over a bottle of sake, each having a twin snoozing on your laps

"What do you say we change things up a bit? Let me take you out tomorrow"

He was now reaching for your hand which was wrapped around your sake cup, the heat that was rising from your chest certainly not coming from the alcohol

❀ Miya Osamu was never one to dawdle, ever the straightforward gentleman

❀ that's why he didn't waste time telling you how he adored you and your boys— and wanted to be a part of your family as soon as you would permit him

❀ he definitely changed up your weekday routine— instead of coming home with the twins after dinner at Onigiri Miya, you found yourself coming home to him and your kids cuddled up on the couch, the smell of food wafting throughout the house

❀ you take turns taking the twins to work and always made time to eat dinner together, bonding over food and the twin's milestones for the day that the other couldn't witness

❀ your hands were full with the boys starting to walk and run but your heart was definitely fuller at the sight of the grey-haired man they're always running to, toppling over him as they giggle in delight and you just can't help running into his arms as well, giving him a kiss as a silent thanks for finding you three

❀ you were a fan of the black jackals and have been pestering your high school friend to let you meet the team for the longest time

❀ hinata did his best to slip you in between their busy training schedules and whatnot, finally introducing you to the team one weekend after their practice

❀ well, introducing your daughter first

❀ you handed her over to hinata before excusing yourself for the bathroom real quick

❀ he waltz in the locker room and i kid you not, bokuto and atsumu were all up in their faces the moment they laid eyes on her

❀ the 16 month old girl in pink wasn't too impressed

"Gimme her, I'm really good with kids" Bokuto insists while making grabby hands but your daughter only turned away and laid her head on Hinata's shoulder

"Move over, Bokkun, lemme try"

❀ you bet bokuto was dejected for the rest of the day

❀ Hinata lowered the little girl to the floor, keeping her steady as she tries to gain balance

❀ Atsumu sat on the bench near her, calling out to her with a wide grin but she only whined and turned back to Hinata to be picked up again

"Banana! D'you like bananas?" was his last resort, grabbing one from his lunch bag which Samu prepared

Her ears pricked up at the word, turning to look at him with hopeful eyes, "Pana na!"

Atsumu leaned back to the bench, his hand propped behind him as he watches her waddle over to him "Ahh she's so cute"

"Yeah, makes me want one of my own", Meian chuckled, watching the scene unfold

Your daughter reached him, patting at his thighs as she chants "Pana pana na" when she hits his pockets and a crinkling noise caught her attention

"Oh you want this instead?" he asks her, taking a piece of chocolate from his pocket

"Uhn!"

❀ he watched as your daughter's eyes light up in delight at her first taste of chocolate, drool dribbling down her chin which he quickly wiped with a tissue

❀ the team watched as the 16 month old little girl climbed up to Atsumu to settle on his thigh, happily munching on a mini snickers bar

❀ the look you had when you entered the locker room wasn't as delighted though

"Sorry I took so long, I couldn't find th— what's that in her mouth?"

"Oh, Y/N!" it was Hinata who greeted you before turning to the setter, "Atsumu-san gave her chocolate"

"You gave her WHAT?"

You could only rub your face with your hands and exhale in frustration, "Why would you give a 16 month old some chocolates? Oh my god"

❀ you explained to the team that you were avoiding giving her sugary treats so as not to get her used to it, only feeding her fruits and yogurt for snacks

❀ they all apologized in Atsumu's stead who only had a pout in his face as he murmured "I didn't know, I'm sorry" again and again

❀ you relent and tried to get your daughter from the setter, to which she whined, chocolate-covered fingers gripping at Atsumu's shirt

"She likes me" he beamed at you as if he wasn't looking as dejected as Bokuto a few moments ago

"You bribed her with sweets" you deadpanned, making Atsumu pout at you

❀ your daughter didn't want to let go of him, squealing and whining when you tried to pry her off him so you just let her cling to the faux blonde setter for the rest of your stay

"Come on, baby, it's time to go home"

You tried getting her for the nth time but she just grunted and nuzzled against Atsumu's neck

"My arms are kinda numb"

"Do you want to take Atsumu-san home?" Hinata suggests, effectively sending a wave of heat to yours and the setter's cheeks

"Uhn! Mumu-tan!" he could only chuckle nervously as she patted and squished at his flushed cheeks

❀ you decided, albeit with a drawn out sigh, to take Atsumu home with you, knowing your daughter will get fussy when she starts to feel a bit sleepy

❀ Atsumu spent the rest of the day over at your house, bouncing and playing around with the little girl as you tried to get chores done, preparing dinner for them while you're at it

❀ after eating, you went to do the dishes, noting the eerie quiet as you had your back towards the living room

❀ you spot him completely knocked out on the couch with your daughter, head dangling on the backrest as he had a hand on your daughter's back, soft snores coming from the both of them

❀ you couldn't help but smile at them, quietly sitting and leaning back beside the two as you let the peaceful quiet lull you half asleep

❀ atsumu awoke with your face in front of him and he could just trace the exhaustion from your dovish sleeping expression

"Ahh she's cute" he whispered to himself in a smile before adjusting his position, shuffling closer and pulling your head over to lean on his shoulder as he tried to continue his nap

"You two're the absolute cutest" he sighed as he nuzzled against your daughter's head, squeezing her even tighter

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[seguin-absorbed]

movie night | mat barzal

A/N: hi this is my first ever hc and i wrote this originally for my friend chesni. i hope you like it and i don't know if i'm doing any of this right.

pairing: mat barzal x reader

warnings: none

mentions: connor mcdavid

summary: you and mat wanted a movie night but your friend and her boyfriend joined you.

word count: 1k

tagging you my hoe @intobarzal because you're the best!!! 💫

you were just finishing up your work for the day when your phone notified you that you received a text from your boyfriend.

love: movie night?

you smiled to yourself. this is exactly what you need after a tiring day.

you: sure. should i cook or order food?

but you didn't get a reply because a minute later, you hear your door unlock, revealing your boyfriend in all of his post practice glory.

apparently, he was already in the neighborhood when he asked if you wanted a movie night, so sadly there's no food yet.

you frowned at the thought. you wanted pizza. and ice cream.

mat dropped his bags on the floor and walked up to you while removing his shirt, "hi babe. how's your day?"

you reached up around his neck and pecked his lips, "it was good. i'm hungry though. why didn't you buy food?"

"sorry, i missed you so much that i had to get home quick."

"oh, knock it off."

he smiled at you. as cheesy as it sounds, that smile always ignites all the butterflies in your stomach, you can't help but say, "i love you, pouty face."

he was about to say it back when you hear a knock at the door.

mat looks down at you [damn his height] with a confused look, "are we expecting someone?"

you shook your head, "no, none that i know of."

"huh," he went to the door and unlocked it to reveal connor and y/f. "hi barzy! hi y/n! jesus, put a shirt on, mat. by the way, we brought food." she looks between the two of you, lifting the bags with food in them. "this is okay, right? i know it's pretty abrupt but connor and i just want some company."

"of course," you and mat said at the same time. he sneaked a loving glance at you.

"hi girl," y/f said giving you a hug. connor gave you a hug, too. sweet guy. and then the two guys did that weird bro hug. but not too weird, they're hockey boys anyway.

the other couple then proceeded to walk to the kitchen island to prepare the food, but not before connor kissed y/f's temple. again, sweet guy.

you followed the two to help them and then smell of pizza instantly hits you. the telepathy between you and y/f is getting weird. she just knows what food to buy, and when too.

"what's up my hoe, you doing good?" she asked.

"yeah. you?"

"i'm on my period, everything hurts." she groaned.

"you'll be fine babe," connor assured y/f. you swear she is red as a tomato. "y/n, we got ice cream too. can i put it in the freezer?" he asked. "sure," you replied.

instead of responding to her man, y/f shouts, "hey, pouty face! help us over here. where are the glasses? y/n? is it in the cupboards?" oh no she called him pouty face.

"pouty face?!" mat retorts from your bedroom doorway, he just changed into some comfy shirt and sweatpants. "babe? what is she talking about? i thought you're the only one who calls me tha—are you two talking behind my back? wow. okay. i don't even pout that much."

"yes, you do, dramatic boy." said y/f as she opens some pizza boxes. wow that smells really good.

"yeah, man." connor added.

"you do, babe. you're pouting right now." you snickered.

mat sighs, looking defeated. he went on to help prepare the drinks that y/f and connor bought and you tried to reach for some plates in the cupboard. as you were tiptoeing to get some, you felt hands snake up on your waist. "i love you too, by the way," mat whispered in your ear as he didn't get to say it back before the two lovebirds knocked at your door. and then you felt him kiss your cheek. it lingered there for quite a bit.

you turned around in his arms and gave him a peck on his lips and said, "good. now go grab the plates for me."

smiling, he reached up behind you, "sure, madam." you rolled your eyes at him.

you sneaked behind mat's back and asked the couple that were in the middle of a conversation, "hey guys, you wanna watch a movie?"

"sure!" they both exclaimed.

you guys headed to the living room carrying the pizza, drinks, glasses, and plates. barzy headed to your bedroom to go grab some blankets and extra pillows.

the four of you are now all cozy on the sofa so you started playing the movie.

"scoot closer," mat said softly. and when you did, he put you across his lap. "is this okay?" he asked.

"very," you blushed.

"okay, you want some pizza?"

your friend snorts and said, "you put her on your lap and you ask her if she wants pizza. how are you going to grab one then?"

"i'll ask you to do it, of course. that's why you're here."

y/f gasps and connor just laughs behind her. "y/n. your man. oh my god." she grunts jokingly. but she does grab a pizza anyway for all of you and handed you all your drinks.

you sigh in content and look around the room. connor and y/f are all cuddled up, focused on the movie, and then you turn to your boyfriend who is already looking at you and suddenly you feel shy.

"what?" you asked.

"nothing. it's just... i love you so much, babe." he smiles brightly at you and connected his forehead to yours.

you swear you just melted right then and there. this man is incredibly sweet. you can't really form the words in your mouth yet so you resorted to threading your hands through his soft hair.

when the butterflies finally calmed down, you kissed the tip of his nose and said, "i love you, too."

should i do part 2 from connor x reader's perspective? let me know

[helpimobsessedwithpercyjackson]

The Demigod Squad at the first day of school:

Just for hc purposes they all go to the same highschool in the city

Leo rigged Annabeth’s backpack so it’s roomier on the inside than it looks on the outside and she fills it to the brim with any supplies she could possibly need, including scissors, a mini stapler, a staple remover, a mini hole punch, and three packs of sticky notes (“you are aware that the teachers also have supplies right” “you never know”)

She’s taking five AP classes, she’s only not taking six because Percy convinced her to take marine biology with him

Percy’s backpack holds a few pieces of paper and a pen (“I don’t need a pen Annabeth I have Riptide” “Seaweed Brain do you really want to unsheathe your sword every time you need to take notes” “I’m sorry do you think I’m taking notes”)

The Marine Biology teacher decides to start the class off with a few fun facts and Percy interrupts him to tell him something he got wrong and accidentally goes into a mini tangent about an ocean sunfish he met one time until Annabeth puts her hand on his wrist to bring him back to reality and the entire class is just staring at him like o_o

Leo’s in Annabeth’s AP Physics class, the teacher assumes that he’s just there to please his parents or something and mess around the whole time but when she starts the lecture she’s surprised that Leo is super engaged and answers a kid’s question before she does

He tries taking an engineering class but after he flips through the textbook and realizes he already knows everything in it he drops the class and switches into AP calculus

Jason is also in AP calculus, math is his favorite subject because he likes how methodical it is and how there’s always a concrete answer

He and Frank instantly get handed sign up forms for football tryouts, Leo is appalled (“what they didn’t think I could play football?” “you’d immediately get stepped on” “I resent that”)

Jason and Reyna sign up for student government, they miss leading and feel like being in student government is a much easier gig than running and training a camp of roman demigods

Piper signs up for the debate team, she wants to practice using her voice to win arguments without charmspeak, Annabeth and Jason help her practice at camp

She’s also in chorus, the director wants to give her a solo as soon as he hears her sing but she doesn’t want it

One of Nico’s teachers decides to do ice breakers and makes Nico start two truths and a lie and it goes... poorly (“Um, my dog is a giant hellhound, my favorite color is blue, and I once crawled through the depths of hell” “Nico you’re only supposed to tell one lie, obviously the first and the third are-“ “I absolutely hate the color blue”)

He takes Italian for his foreign language, Will takes it too. (“Dammit Solace now I won’t be able to insult you to your face” “you do that in English” “oh yeah never mind”)

Will and Frank sign up for archery tryouts, Piper thinks it’s insane that a school in New York City would even have an archery team but they’re thrilled

Frank tries to get as many classes as possible with Hazel because she’s really overwhelmed by the school and technology, the only class she takes by herself is art

She, Frank, and Nico are all in the same US history class and Hazel and Nico flip through the textbook and whisper inaccuracies to each other in the back of the class

Reyna signs up for fencing club, she tries to get Percy to sign up with her but he’s not interested (“Reyna we’d be the best ones there it’ll be boring” “but the competition! The valor!” “The extra time I have to be at school! No thank you”)

During lunch they get a table together, Piper declines a bunch of girls who recognize her and want to sit with her to talk about her dad and to try to convince Piper to let them meet him, Annabeth starts her homework immediately (“isn’t it just signing syllabuses” “well my dad’s signature isn’t going to forge itself”), Leo passes out the self-serving plates he brought from camp and starts talking to Reyna about making tricked out campaign buttons, some girls ask Percy to sit with them and he’s so confused about why (“it’s because you’re hot seaweed brain” “but you’re my girlfriend” “they don’t know that” “they should”), Hazel shows Piper some sketches she started in art class, Frank and Will talk about the archery practice they’re going to do when they get back to camp, Nico sits in between Will and Jason and refuses to take off his hoodie even though it’s super hot outside, Jason talks to Percy about Percy’s plans to join the swim team and how much power Percy can use without being too much better than the rest of the team

Percy drops everyone back at camp after school and then he and Annabeth go to Sally’s to tell her and Paul about their day and to hear about Estelle’s first day of kindergarten

[coinofstone]

5x12 The Diamond of the Day pt 1

Final two episodes! Big finale! Why am I making myself cry in the middle of the afternoon! Both eps in this post.

I do love that they made Arthur a sore loser

Enter treacherous white woman #2. Srsly it was lazy writing when they did it for Mordred, it's worse now with Gwaine.

I do love the actual Round Table war room discussion but a) why isn't Merlin seated at the round table and b) why does Leon have so much goddamn faith in Camelot's walls? Like??? You literally said the same thing last year and yet Camelot *did* fall when Agravaine brought an army through the tunnels!

Poor Aithusa. Kid's had a rough life.

I do love Arthur responding to Merlin presenting him with all his supplies ready - which he prepared without his magic mind you - with suspicion 😂

But then he calls Merlin a coward and it's sad

Katie has such a great voice. That entire thing in the cave from her taunting to her laughter to the spell, it just just beautifully played.

Whole ass battle to prepare for and Arthur is just walking around moping cuz Merlin isn't there

So, Merlin's father-vision telling him he's magic itself and he just needs to believe in himself to get his magic going again, does this mean he *didn't* need to go to the cave to get it back? Cuz it seems like he needed to recharge in the cave itself, his injuries were healed when he woke up. That seems like magic cave stuff to me.

Also that "always have been and always will be" - I'm taking to mean 'always have been' in the sense that since he's 'magic itself' even before he was born, his magic existed in other, intangible forms, like we are all stardust etc. But now that he is, he will always be, aka he will not die.

Arthur waking up with his wife in his arms and Merlin's name on his lips, jumping out of bed to act on dream-info.

Balinor telling Merlin to trust in what will be.... like bitch that is literally not how this ends.

5x13 The Diamond of the day pt 2

You know that gif of the cat knocking everything off the table? That's literally Merlin shooting lightning at everyone from his perch on the ridge.

I have a lot of snarky things to say about Merlin coming out of the cave in full Dragoon gear and riding a horse instead of teleporting like the other witches but I'ma keep that to myself.

Mordred is a bitch and Aithusa has terrible aim. At least Aithusa's loyalty to Morgana makes sense.

Arthur said oh shit I'm magic - oh wait no it's that old man again

He also straight up "No! Bad dragon!"-ed Aithusa

Y'know, for all I've watched this episode and screamed about Arthur's death, I don't think I've ever focused on the exact moment he gets stabbed before.

Mordred catches him from behind and he meets it, no fault there. But as soon as he realizes his assailant is the knight who turned on him and joined Morgana, what does he do? HE LOWERS HIS FUCKING SWORD

He leaves himself wide fucking open and vulnerable and Mordred seizes the opportunity. I understand wanting the moment of recognition for Arthur, but on what planet is a trained warrior going to drop his sword mid-attack because he recognizes his attacker as a dude who only just recently decided to forsake him? It's soooooo dumb

There was a whole sequence a few episodes back where Mordred and Arthur are sparring, the point of it was to show that Mordred has become a skilled swordsman. So what exactly was the point in having Mordred run Arthur through as soon as Arthur idiotically lets his guard down? This should've been a meticulously choreographed sword fight, with Mordred getting the upper hand and sticking Arthur properly. Not this nonsense. Look at Arthur's FACE! Oh, Mordred... 👉👈 do you maybe wanna be friends again- STAB ... guess not

Uther's been rolling in his grave but he's taking an extra tumble watching Arthur forget all his skills and training in that moment.

I do appreciate Arthur getting Mordred back though. Like that moment of merciless anger followed by the hurt and regret playing on Arthur's face, warring with surety and responsibility. It was good.

I've rewatched the big confession scene about 16 times just now.

I don't quite understand why Merlin took Arthur to the woods to begin with. Instead of bringing him to the med tent in the battlefield or back to Camelot. What was the reason?

Merlin saying it feels strange (to use magic freely in front of Arthur) and him just going 'yeah' completely deadpan makes me laugh every time.

I really feel like Arthur's head should be elevated at a further incline if he's going to be fed.

Gaius refusing to outright expose Merlin as the sorcerer but nonetheless letting Gwen figure it out on her own warms my heart.

My God Arthur is sitting there dying, feeling betrayed about his best friend 'lying' to him, and still he can't stop himself from looking at Merlin's mouth.

Percival summoned MUSCLE POWER

Hey um random but why does Gwaine even know where Merlin and Arthur are headed? Why would Gaius tell him?

Arthur looks at Merlin so lovingly after he's killed Morgana 😭😭

And now he's literally grabbing at the man's hand 😭 "just hold me, please"

That's gotta be the gayest death scene in television history. If you can watch that without thinking Arthur puts his hand on the back of Merlin's head because some part of him wants to bring him down for a kiss, or that "just hold me, please" is in any way shape or form a 'bros' thing, and certainly not at all an intentional mirror/callback to Isolde dying in Tristan's arms, then I'm afraid you are what we professionals refer to as a dumb-as-nails fucknugget, more commonly phrased as 'willfully ignorant'.

"All that you have dreamt of building has come to pass" yeah except for the whole, y'know, magic still being illegal thing.

I've said this before, but, while I'm sure there was a determined intention to have Arthur die in his armor, probably in some kind of attempt to make sure the audience knows he's died a warrior's death, I *really* think it was kinda stupid that Merlin never removed it, despite Arthur being weak, despite the fact that there was something like five days between him getting stabbed and him actually dying, despite that for the duration of that time they were traveling or hiding out. Merlin managed to produce a cloak to put on Arthur, why did he need the full armor on that whole time? Like even if they left the chainmail on, those plates on his shoulder were just getting in the way, and it looked quite uncomfortable.

Also not for nothing but Lancelot got like, every flower in the forest surrounding lush verdant greens in his death boat, Arthur gets a bunch of sticks.

It suddenly occurs to me, watching this now, that the reason Leon/Percival is such a common side pairing in Merthur fics, is because these two motherfuckers are the only original Knights of the Round Table to survive the series. 🤦‍♀️ I dunno how I failed to notice that before now. My stupidity amazes me.

I'm *really* glad they decided to do this scene with Gwen wearing the Pendragon red dress instead of the black mourning dress. Yes she looks fabulous in it but it's more the symbolism than the 'reality' - with Gwen wearing her house's colors it represents a continuation rather than a finality. Camelot will go on, Gwen will undoubtedly end the war on magic and with Morgana dead (and frankly, I think by now she already brought about the death of all the angry incel type rulers in Albion) there stands to reason her reign will begin with a period of peace, possibly longer than Arthur's. We kind of have to assume that the 'time the poets speak of' is, inevitably, Gwen's reign - which only came about through Arthur's death. It's a little bit toooo subtle in my opinion, but at the same time, I understand the need for the focus on Merlin and Arthur - after all, this show was their journey - not leaving much time to focus on Gwen and Camelot in the aftermath of Arthur's death.

I will just say, the first time I watched this that fucking truck scared the ever living shit out of me. I also just immediately, viscerally hated that scene and declared it invalid - but I think it was because the truck made me jump out of my skin. It has since grown on me, particularly once I started reading 'Arthur Returns' fic.

Everything beyond this point is post-series spec and headcanon, so if that's not your jam you can exit safe in the knowledge that as usual, if there's anything worth commenting on in the S5 extras, I will create a separate post!

For those interested, my go-to post-series fic is We Begin Again by katherynefromphilly I fully headcanon this series as the continuation of the series.

I have a lot of thoughts about Gwen and Merlin post-Camlann.

For one, poor fucking Gwen. She's lost her father, her brother, and her husband, all by what, age 30? That's rough. And who knows what happened to her mom, that was pre-series and I don't think it was ever mentioned.

Merlin, dear god poor Merlin. First of all, I just wanna say straight off that my instinctive headcanon about Merlin was that he never returned to Camelot. I couldn't really say why exactly. I just don't think he could stand being there after Arthur's death. But practically speaking, Merlin's still got Aithusa to deal with, that dragon needs some godsdamned house training asap. He's still the last Dragonlord, it's reasonable to assume he'd immediately take that on considering Aithusa is partially responsible for Arthur's death (the sword Mordred killed Arthur with, only succeeded in killing Arthur because it had been forged in Aithusa's fire-breath) so he's either going to attempt to train the bad behaviors out of Aithusa, or...well...

The only thing is, I do not believe Merlin would abandon Gwen, or Gaius. So my hc is inherently flawed. I do think Merlin probably spend a couple months with his mum, and I do think he ultimately settled near lake Avalon waiting for Arthur's return.

But I do wonder, what must their relationship have been like? Gwen, surely, would've sought his guidance in establishing laws governing the use of magic. And surely, peace cannot last indefinitely, so Merlin absolutely would've defended Camelot and protected Gwen. There's just no way he could've completely turned his back on them, but I doubt he could bear living in Camelot. And Gwen is both strong and practical enough to get on without him there 24/7, even though I'm sure she'd miss him.

I also think she would've found love again. Whether with Leon, as many people hc, or someone else not in the series.

ANYWAY.

Thanks to everyone who came on this journey with me. I will post comments on the extras if I have anything worth saying - and I think I'll do a master post linking all these episode posts after I clean them up once I get time to sit at a computer and do so. Until then! 💙💚

(Gif source) (h/t @shut-up-merlin)

[dontgotothenetherworld]

Hi i love your blog!! I was wondering if you were taking requests because I’d love to see more Barbara x Delia !!💜

this is a date, right?

ok so i’m basically just going to turn a few hcs i have into a fic, changing a few of the surrounding hcs, but the barb x delia ones remain largely unchanged. if you have any more specific plot things you want to see of these two lovies, feel free to ask :)

this is such an underrated ship thank you for requesting them omfg

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”delia, do you want anna or olaf?” lydia asked.

”why not elsa?”

”because i’m elsa, duh.” 

”anna, then.”

”and i suppose that makes me olaf?” asked barbara, putting an air of offence on.

lydia handed the women their respective face masks. delia was the one who suggested the three of them have a “girls night out” as she put it. unfortunately, none of them wanted to go out in the freezing rain, so it turned into a night in. face masks were the first order of business. 

lydia started laughing hysterically. “what?” asked barbara.

lydia pointed at barbara’s reflection in the mirror. barbara turned and saw olaf’s face on hers, and started laughing too. lydia saw her reflection, and began laughing harder, which made barbara start laughing harder too, and the cycle kept repeating itself until they both felt stitches in their sides.

delia looked at her reflection, with anna’s face plastered across hers. “i personally think i look fabulous.” she pronounced fabulous like fab-you-loose. which in turn made barbara and delia laugh even harder than before.

”i can’t breathe.” lydia gasped for air. delia began giggling too.

it took them a solid three minutes to finally stop laughing.

”so i’m assuming you want to repaint your nails black?” asked delia. lydia nodded cheerfully,examining her chipped nail polish. “what about you?” delia asked barbara.

”what color are you doing?” barbara asked.

delia held up a deep shade, “purple!”

”i’ll go with that too, then.” barbara smiled.

”me first! me first!” said lydia, rushing to remove the current polish.

the two women chuckled at the young girl. an alarm rung out. they each took their face mask off.

delia started on her right hand, and barbara the left.

all of a sudden a loud banging, and some, uh, screams were heard from the attic.

barbara and delia were quick to cover lydia’s ears. they exchanged a glance. barbara felt her cheeks flush as she realized she was holding delia’s hands.

lydia glanced between the two women and rolled her eyes, then went back to examining her not yet dry nails.

”i’ll go tell them…” delia said. she quickly stood up and ran to the attic.

lydia, with barbara’s hands still around her ears, said, “you know, the only  real question is whether it’s all three of them up there or just beej and adam.”

barbara blushed again. she wasn’t very comfortable with how okay lydia was with talking about sex. she felt like the teen should at least be embarrassed by it.

after a moment, barbara heard delia’s heels click down the stairs again. “they should be quiet now.” barbara brought her hands back into her lap. “they thought we would be out.”

”can you put a sparkly polish on this finger?” lydia held up her middle finger.

”lydia!” exclaimed delia.

lydia looked down at her hand and realized she was flicking off her step mom. “oops. didn’t mean to do that. but still, can you make it all glittery?”

barbara spent the rest of the evening overthinking every interaction she had with delia, as well as every thought she had about delia. she felt like a teenager, struggling to figure out if she liked the gorgeous woman across from her, and attempting to decipher if delia possibly liked her too. maybe this would’ve been her high school experience, if she hadn’t met adam, and never felt the need to figure out her orientation.

the next day, after a many scary movies and bowls of popcorn, barbara woke lydia up with pancakes.

”morning, sweetheart.” barbara sat at the end of lydia’s bed.

lydia looked suspiciously at the pancakes. “what do you want?”

”what? can’t a mom just want to do something nice for her kid?” lydia had recently referred to barbara as ‘mom’, but barbara was still hesitant to use those words.

”she can, but in the, like, half year that you’ve been my mom, you have not once brought me breakfast in bed!” lydia triumphantly crossed her arms. then she eyed the sweet syrup soaking into the fluffy cake, and gave in, shoveling it into her mouth.

”okay, fair enough. i wanted to ask you something.”

”never a good thing for a daughter to hear.” she said with a full mouth.

barbara chuckled, then hesitated before saying, “how did you know you liked girls?”

lydia sat up straight. “why do you ask? nevermind, i know why, it’s delia, right?”

barbara blushed.

”let me tell you, if you think you’re attracted to her, and it’s causing you to rethink your entire identity, you’re probably attracted to her.”

”probably?” 

”there’s an exception to every rule. except the exception to that rule, the exception to there’s always an exception does not have an exception, which i can’t figure out if that enforces or disproves the rule…” lydia talked herself in circles.

”so what do you think i should do?” barbara rung her hands together.

”ask her out, obviously! do you have any more of these downstairs?” lydia pointed at her now empty plate.

”uh, yeah… don’t eat too much or you’ll feel sick!” she called out in vain. lydia had already zoomed down to the kitchen, destined for a stomach ache in half an hour. “i guess i can ask you for specific advice later…” barbara muttered.

”advice? on what?” delia stuck her head into lydia’s room.

barbara frantically thought up an explanation, “i, uh, wanted to maybe switch up my style, and i…”

”ooo! sounds like fun! do you want to go shopping with me later today?”

”that sounds perfect!” barbara faltered. she was actually perfectly happy with the way she dressed. but she supposed it couldn’t hurt to have the woman she was “probably attracted to” give compliments on her appearance.

”so, what kind of style do you want to go for?” asked delia as she circled the parking lot, trying to find an open space.

”um i don’t know. maybe, like, darker? not lydia dark or anything, that’d be a bit too much, but just a little bit darker than what i wear now.” said barbara.

”do you mean like darker color or darker style.” delia honked her horn. the person in front of her wasn’t paying attention, and was just sat there on their phone, blocking an open space.

”color, definitely.” barbara looked down at her plain dress. it was kind of boring, maybe she did want to try some edgier pieces.

”there’s no harm in trying some other kinds of stuff on, though.” delia pulled into the parking space.

the two women hopped out of the car. “well, there can be, delia.” delia turned, with a face of confusion, to barbara. “i mean like, people with really bad body issues, or even normally bad body issues, it can like hurt their mind or whatever to see their body in an unflattering piece of clothing.” barbara hugged her chest.

everything about this felt highschool.

”i suppose you’re right.” they walked in silence for a moment. “let me know if anything makes you feel bad, okay?” delia gave barbara a quick side hug, which unsettled a dozen butterflies inside barbara.

”thanks, delia.” barbara smiled.

after going through nearly every store at the mall, barbara had found six new dresses, two pairs of pants, and three shirts that she liked. they were still in barbara’s style, but they were much more neutral, rather than barbara’s current jewel tones. and of course, delia managed to find herself in the crystal store.

the two settled down, with all their bags, at a local coffee shop, both having ordered tea.

”again, thank you so much, delia.” said barbara contently.

”i told you. it’s no problem.” delia smiled. she gazed lovingly on barbara’s face.

”uhh delia.” called the twenty something behind the counter.

”i’ll go get it.” barbara quickly hopped up.

”oh, thank you!” delia called after her.

barbara mostly got up so she could hide her face. she felt she was blushing a lot, and just needed a moment to not worry about delia’s eyes. her beautiful eyes.

barbara waited for her tea to be finished.

”here you go.” barbara handed delia her tea and sat down. “don’t you want something warm? what with this chilly weather we’ve been having recently.”

”you’re right. do you mind if i try a sip?” she gestured at barbara’s steaming beverage.

”oh, yeah. sure.” she handed over the cup, “do you mind?” she picked up delia’s cup. delia nodded.

the two each took the first sip of the other’s drink. “that is delicious.” said delia, handing the drink back to barbara.

”i have to say i agree.” barbara took a sip of her own drink and laughed. “yours is good too, of course.”

they fell into a comfortable, ordinary conversation about lydia. she had recently gotten a girlfriend, her first in fact, and they were excited for her.

”young love…” commented delia. she lay her hand over barbara’s.

barbara stared at the overlapping hands as if it were a foreign image. her brain snapped back to reality, and she blurted out “uh, this is a date. right?” 

delia dropped her eyes, “i was hoping it is.”

@meangirlsx @meangirlmurphy @eliza-is-confused @boredomimi

[stomachflu]

prompt for T /// A /// Z: carey is an emetophile and gets a stomach bug, so she's miserable but sooo turned on. could be solo or carey/killian? OR with any other characters, really.

Could you write a fic where character A is puking while character B is holding her belly and masturbating her ? Thanks

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🚫don’t rb/share to non-emeto/sickfic/kink blogs, thanks!🚫

first anon, are we the same person?? because i was literally thinking about this exact concept when you messaged me. hope that you don’t mind that i, uh, took your prompt and ran with it!! (sidenote: i know none of the physiology hcs i put in here are anywhere near canon!)

anyways this fic is very long (nearly 5k) and very nsfw, and has an excessive amount of buildup even for me.

Carey feels it when she first wakes up: this slow, sickly ache in her stomach, her insides churning sluggishly. It’s not bad enough to tell whether she’s truly sick or just suffering from a bit of indigestion, so she rolls over to the empty space on the bed where –

Her girlfriend isn’t there. Right. Killian’s on an important-save-the-world mission, or maybe also the kind where she just has to kill some dudes. It’s unclear, but she’s been gone for the past few days, and Carey misses her like hell, but she’s supposed to be back tonight.

So she just lays there on her back, pulling up her shirt to expose her soft underbelly, where her scales just sort of… trail off, and then stop, leaving an expanse of warm, velvety flesh. Killian loves this, has spent many times kissing her belly or slipping her hands under Carey’s shirt to feel it or sometimes just admiring it, and godsdoes it feel good to be admired by someone like Killian.

She can’t tell, but it feels like her stomach is slightly bloated. Then again, it’s early, artificial grey pre-dawn light trickling in through her window, so she just lazily rubs her belly, trailing two claws gently over the exposed flesh, enjoying the thought of what Killian would do if she was here.

It’s enough to make her wet by the time her alarm goes off, but Carey isn’t sick enough (or turned on enough) to skip training, so she reluctantly scrambles out of bed, pulling her uniform on one piece at a time. Her limbs ache, and getting dressed is actually a slow process for once, like her arms are encased in molasses. Could be that she’s sick, but then again, could be that she just trained too hard yesterday. Which she did, so.

She thinks about when Killian comes home tonight – telling her, my stomach hurt this morning, I almost thought that I was sick, and Killian’s strong arms coming around to encircle her middle and maybe saying, I wish I was there, and, maybe: them making something of it.

Then again, it’s not like her stomach hurts, more like she just feels… weird, and off. And then again,it’s fifteen minutes past her alarm and she’s sitting there thinking about the passionate kinky scenes she could be playing out with her girlfriend, and she is definitely gonna be late for training if she keeps this up.

The cafeteria is oddly empty for this time of morning, but then again, it seems to be built for far more members than are currently employed here, so it’s always a little empty. Carey is actually never in here this morning, but she figures that some food might be a good idea right now (her stomach gurgles obnoxiously, as if to agree), so she grabs something that’ll be easy to digest – a plate of fruit, as it turns out, and takes a seat next to… Taako, actually.

Dude’s sitting alone, which is both weird and par for the course for him. Par for the course, because she knows a loner when she sees one. Weird, because she’s never seen him without his group to back him up, no matter how hard he tries to lose them.

“Hey,” she says, thumping her tray down. “Where’s Magnus? And Merle? Aren’t your buddies coming to breakfast?”

Taako shrugs, cutting off a section of pancakes. “Dunno. Actually I do know, but, like.” He stabs a forkful and shoves it in his mouth before responding. “Magnus is really fucking sick, he’s been puking all night ‘n shit. And I’ve been dealing with that for long enough –” he stabs his fork in the air for emphasis “–so Merle’s looking after him while I get the fuck outta dodge.”

“Oh. Jeez, poor guy. I hope he’s okay.” Carey stabs a piece of fruit with her fork and swallows it down. She’s not as hungry today as she is usually.

“Yeah.” Taako looks tired, but sits up in his seat a little. “Apparently, there’s a flu going around the Bureau? So, like, be careful, I guess.”

“I will. I mean, I will, but Dragonborns can’t get sick, so…” Carey squirms in her seat a little bit. The idea of a flu going around is… enticing, to say the least.

“What, like in an elves-don’t-get-sick-but-actually-we-do kinda deal? Or some other fucked-up bit if physiology that you’ve got going on?”

“The latter. Physically? We don’t, our stomachs are like… We’re meant to keep food down? So Dragonborn can’t actually puke. Like, almost never. All that happens is we just feel kinda gross for a bit.”

Carey has, as a matter of fact, thrown up once in her life, when she took a blow from an enemy’s axe that was so bad she’d collapsed to her knees, retching up bile and blood. She still has that scar, and Killian loves it. Between the two of them, her girlfriend’s only been able to make her gag once, after half an hour of trying with her fingers and any object available. It would be a good skill to have, if she had certain… inclinations.

Other than that, she just gets super fucking nauseous, and she and Killian have plenty of fun with that.

“Jeez. That’s… really weird, actually. Fucked up.” Taako’s actually really quiet after that, playing with his food rather than eating it, and throws away his tray before breakfast ends.

For her part, once she’s alone, Carey realizes that the fruit hasn’t helped her stomach much, which feels like it’s bubbling under her fingers. What if I did get sick, she thinks to herself, and the resulting arousal is almost enough that she sneaks to the bathroom to take care of matters, but she’s saving her libido for when Killian comes home tonight. Sick or not, they can have fun then, so she just goes up for seconds.

Training starts off easy, with some stretches (Carey can’t help but notice how many absent spaces there are in today’s lineup) and then some light boxing, which she’s grateful for, because ever since breakfast, her stomach’s felt weirdly tight, her gym shorts creating an uncomfortable band of pressure around her middle.

Then everybody splits off to do their own style of training – Carey sees Taako pairing off an instructor for spellwork and guesses that Angus must be an unfortunate victim of today’s flu. She’s not sure who she feels more sorry for, Angus or the instructor.

Carey practices some half-hearted flips, but her mind isn’t really on it. She feels dizzy and distracted, and halfway through a particularly tricky maneuver, there’s a sudden sharp pain in her belly. She curls in on herself instinctually, missing her foothold and crashing to the ground.

She lands wrong, knows she’s landed wrong before she has the chance to catch her breath, one arm folded awkwardly under her, the other wrapped around her middle. Carey opens her eyes to a crowd gathered around her and swears quietly, quickly removing the hand that’s on her stomach. She tries to sit up, but the pain racing down her arm from her shoulder tells her that putting weight on it isn’t a good idea.

“Okay, everybody clear out, go back to your routines,” says the instructor, a middle-aged halfling woman. “Carey, are you alright?”

There’s another pain in her middle, more dull this time, and Carey nods. “I’m fine, just… kinda sore from yesterday, I guess? Think I hurt my shoulder, though.”

Stupid, stupid move. She’s usually the best at this, and she can’t afford to be outta commission the way a long-term injury would make her. The instructor just shakes her head and sends her to the infirmary to get ice and come back tomorrow.

She ducks into the bathrooms on the way, stopping at the sinks to splash water on her face and change. The dull cramps in her stomach are coming on and off again, with no discernible rhythm, just a sickly ache. She’d worn a sports bra to training, and her underbelly is showing signs of bloating. To anybody else, it wouldn’t be visible, but Carey knows what to look for.

She stands there for a moment, rubbing her hand up and down the bulge of her stomach before changing and leaning in close to the mirror. Nobody can tell she’s ill, thank goodness – Dragonborn run much, much cooler than humans, and although Carey realizes once she’s back in uniform that she’s been shivering slightly not from being underdressed but from fever, she’s probably still cold to the touch, enough that nobody will notice. A little-known fact is that Dragonborn can blush, and a faint flush is spreading across the scales on her face right now, nearly invisible except to those who specifically look for it.

Carey touches a slightly-shaking hand to her forehead as her stomach does a slow, oily flip. This is probably the sickest she’s ever been, exempting the time she and Killian’d both got food poisoning from a shitty inn in Phandolin (may its residents rest in peace) and had made a night out of it – Killian vomiting while Carey fucked her brains out, nearly ill enough to gag herself.

The infirmary is packed. There’s healers moving every which way, bustling between beds, and the sound of retching seems to come from all directions. A nurse leads her to an empty cot, placing a basin on the bedside table, and Carey shakes her head. “Oh, no, I’m not gonna throw up! I just hurt my shoulder.”

I think. Her stomach isn’t doing too hot, actually, and she’s starting to feel the beginnings of nausea in the pit of her belly. The experience is as hot as it is sickening, and she shifts uncomfortably in the cot, aware of the warmth between her legs. Later, she tells herself.

The nurse heads off to grab some ice, and the figure in the bed next to her draws aside the curtain. It’s Johann, of all people, looking even more pale and sickly than usual.

“Oh…” he says miserably. “I was just wondering… if you’re not sick…. if I could have your basin?”

“Sure thing!” Carey passes it over, briefly entertaining the thought of being sick in a basin with Killian watching. “You’re sick too?”

“Yeah… I’ve been throwing up all morning… and the healers took my basin to clean it… and I’m feeling – urk!” He claps a hand over his mouth, but it’s too late: liquid sprays through the cracks between his fingers, and Carey watches, fascinated, as he retches water and bile into the bowl.

“You okay, dude?” she asks, and he gives her a shaky thumbs-up as a harried-looking healer hands her an icepack and a sling and informs her that the slight sprain should heal in a few days’ time, thanks to her body’s healing properties.

“No clerics?” she asks, and the healer shakes her head.

“They’re all out making rounds. With this bug and all, we’re spread so thin…”

Carey nods in understanding. Her shoulder isn’t anything a hot water bottle and a good massage can’t fix, so she thanks the healer and steps out of the infirmary. Briefly, she considers retiring to her quarters for the day, but it’s nearly lunchtime, and does she –

She does.

Carey is definitely sick and definitely queasy and she is definitely going to pack away an entire plate of spaghetti and meatballs. She thinks about how nauseous she’s gonna feel, how her body isn’t digesting any food right now, how her lunch is just gonna sit in her stomach, churning away, and a pulse of excitement shoots through her.

She has to force herself to eat, though it’s with more gusto this time. Taako doesn’t comment on the sling, just picks at his own meal, so it’s just Carey, forcing herself to swallow down small bites of spaghetti even as her throats keeps trying to close up, until he abruptly pushes back his chair and stands up.

“What are you –” she manages to ask before he vomits all over himself, the table, and his lunch. There’s no warning except for a quiet hiccup the first time, but he retches and brings up a second, equally large wave. Carey can only stare, but Avi grabs him by the shoulders and escorts him away once he finished gagging.

Several employees stop by to clean up the mess on the floor, and Carey’s not prepared for the sudden wave of nausea that washes through her, nor for the arousal that follows. She has to excuse herself quickly, taking off to the bathroom at full speed. Once there, she slams the stall door shut, taking hitching breaths as she rubs her churning belly with one hand.

As a general rule, she’s not into guys, so it’s not Taako or Johann puking exactly that gets her, it’s just – thinking about it being Killian vomiting that much, or maybe what it must have felt like –

Unconsciously, she slips her other hand into her pants, playing with herself as she presses on her lower stomach, enjoying the low gurgles and dull bursts of pain from each push. Despite herself, she manages to get off twice, and as she climaxes a second time, her stomach honest-to-god lurches, and she tastes bile in the back of her throat, and this alone is able to tip her over the edge for round three.

She’d promised to save her libido for Killian, and she has; even after shakily emerging from the bathroom, she’s still well aware of the throbbing between her legs – her nausea is doing a good job of that, especially once she returns to the cafeteria, orders a second plate of meatballs, and tries not to think what the sauce would look like if she vomited it up.

Afternoons are reserved for paperwork, which is good, because Carey is quickly becoming too nauseous to handle more than anything else. It’s a bit exciting – she’s queasy, nauseated, and nobody else knows that she wants to throw up so fucking bad. Her stomach is churning, gurgling so loudly that at one point Avi asks her if she’s feeling okay.

It seems like everybody is ill – even though she’s trying to concentrate, both on her work and on her sick stomach, Carey keeps catching bits and pieces of conversation about who else is down with the flu. Supposedly even the Director is sick, unable to leave her quarters.

At some point after lunch, she starts hiccuping, a process that upsets both her stomach and her shoulder. Hiccups aren’t impossible for someone like her, just rare, but she’s never experienced them as a product of nausea.

The dull cramps are near-constant now and increasing in strength; Carey can’t wait to go home and massage her aching stomach. As is, she slips a hand under her shirt to press on a particularly painful spot and surprised herself when the pressure forces up a small, squeaky burp.

“Wow,” Avi says from two desks down. “I didn’t know that Dragonborn could burp.”

“Me neither!” Carey says. Then: “Actually, I’m not feeling so hot. Mind if I scoot early?” This is part selfish desire on her part, part honest truth: she’s quickly feeling too ill to even stand upright, chills and fever taking her over by turns.

Avi agrees to do the last of her paperwork, and Carey starts the slow trek back to her quarters, both arms wrapped around her sloshing stomach.

The first thing Carey does when she gets home is strip. She’s kind of a no-shirt gal in the first place – she doesn’t even have breasts, there’s nothing to hide – but rules are rules, and “no shirt, no shoes, no service” applies on the moon.

Underneath her uniform, her stomach is massively bloated, distended over her waistband. Carey can’t get pregnant, but if she could, this is what she imagines it would look like. She runs a gentle but firm claw over the curve and is rewarded with another burp, this one longer and louder. A firm press yields a wetter belch and the beginning of a heave, and Carey abruptly stops, clapping a hand over her mouth in surprise.

She waits like that for a moment, expecting more nausea, but her stomach just cramps harder. Face growing hot, she changes into a pair of lace panties that Killian’s partial to, fetches a hot water bottle, and waits.

Thirty minutes later, she’s drenched in sweat, swallowing down increasing waves of nausea, and pressing the hot water bottle to her stomach when the door opens. Arousal courses through her, a pulsating warmth, and she’s swallowing down burps that taste of her last meal, choosing to nurse a bottle of water in the vain hopes that it’ll relieve some of the churning pressure in her belly.

Despite all this, she finds the strength in her to limp to the door, leaving the hot water bottle behind. Her girlfriend is covered in blood and sweat, but her eyes light up when she sees Carey, and she scoops her up and tosses her in the air the way they always do when one of them arrives home.

It’s a bad idea with the state of things, though, and Carey cries out as her stomach heaves and pain shoots through her bad arm. Killian quickly sets her on the floor, holding her at arms’ length.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

Carey keeps her mouth closed until she’s sure that her throat will stop spasming with half-suppressed heaves, one hand pressed to the front of her snout. “I’m… not feeling so hot,” she confesses. “There’s a flu going around.” She shifts so that the bulge of her belly is visible to Killian, placing one hand on it suggestively. “Actually, I’m feeling really sick.”

“Holy shit,” Killian breathes, reaching out a blood-covered hand and quickly yanking it back, like Carey is too precious to touch like this. “Do you wanna…”

“Yes,” Carey breathes, taking Killian’s offered hand and standing up. “I’ve been waiting all fucking day, are you kidding me?”

“Okay! Okay, uh, lemme…” Killian rubs the back of her neck with one hand, thinking. “Lemme shower first, if you can wait that long? I’ll, um. Leave the bathroom door open if you need it.”

That must be a testament to how bad she looks, and a bolt of desire runs through Carey. “Okay, sounds good!”

Carey sits on the edge of the couch, twitching with nervous energy, but five minutes after the shower turns on, nausea swells in her belly again, and the way her throat tightens in an almost-gag makes her feel like the bathroom is genuinely the better option. She stumbles into a spot by the toilet, kneeling like she’s seen Killian do, staring into the water below. Saliva is pooling beneath her tongue, and she spits.

The shower turns off, and Killian steps out. “What are y– oh,” she says, expression softening. “Oh, jeez.”

“’M'okay,” Carey slurs, spitting again. “Kinda felt like I was gonna hurl for a second there.”

“Okay, can you – Are you good?”

Carey nods, not trusting herself to open her mouth.

“So do you wanna do this here or go to bed?” Killian asks

“Bed,” Carey says, but when Killian makes a motion to scoop her up again, she pushes her away. “No, no, I – think I’m gonna hmk! puke, don’t… I can walk.” She can, sorta, leaning against Killian, both arms wrapped around her heaving belly.

Usually, when they do this sorta thing on the rare occasions that Carey is sick, they wind up fooling around a bit, Killian soothing away the aches and pains, then collapsing into a heap to sleep. She assumes the position that she usually does, cross-legged on the bed, propped up against the headboard.

“So,” Killian says slowly. “You’re still feeling sick.” It’s a statement of fact, not a question, but Carey nods anyways. “What do you want to do?”

In response, Carey shifts over so that Killian can comfortably sit next to her. “Whatever – whatever you want,” she says, hiccuping slightly at the end of the sentence.

Killian leans in and swiftly kisses her. It’s always an awkward affair, considering the snout and the tusks, but they make it work, and by the end of it, Carey is giggling, which isn’t doing her stomach any favors.

“You should tell me about how you’re feeling,” she says, voice low.

“I’m – I’m really nauseous,” Carey says, voice wobbling a bit. “Like, I woke up, and my stomach felt off? Like kind of bubbly and gross, and I was already a little bit bloated?”

Killian slides a hand over Carey’s soft belly, fingers splayed out. The width of her hand is large enough that it covers her entire stomach, and Carey sighs as she feels the bubbles and churning under Killian’s hand. “Like that.”

Killian’s touch is enough to bring up one of the burps Carey’s been trying to hold down, and she lets out a muffled “Urp!”

A blush spreads across Killian’s face. “Jeez, babe.”

“Yeah, and then there’s – BRUUURP! that,” Carey says. “Been holding them in for you.”

“Let ‘em out,” Killian says, pressing in a little on Carey’s stomach and visibly enjoying the resulting gurgles.

“Yeah, so, get this – I hurt my arm in training 'cause my stomach was cramping super bad, and you’ll never believe what the infirmary was like…” Carey started telling her about her day, the story intermingled with belches and moans as the pressure in her stomach grows more, not less, painful. At one point, she has to stop completely and muffle a series of burps into the crook of Killian’s neck, each one bringing her closer and closer to gagging.

Killian kisses her again, and then she does gag against her girlfriend’s lips, her tongue arching against the roof of her mouth as the nausea washes over her.

When Killian pulls back with a self-satisfied smile, there are thick strands of saliva connecting their mouths. “Hot.”

“I – I know, right?” Carey’s throat keeps hitching with tiny half-gags, and when Killian shifts, helps her so that she’s lying on her back, facing the ceiling, she thinks, maybe now she’ll help me bring something up, but, much to her surprise, Killian starts with her injured shoulder, pressing featherlight kisses to the throbbing joint. Her strong hands press against the bruise, soothing away the ache that Carey hasn’t even noticed over the pain in her stomach.

Still, she squirms uncomfortably, mindful of the way her stomach sloshes. “Babe,” she moans. “I’m… feelin’ really sick. Please –”

Carey breaks off with a gasp as Killian kisses a path from her throat down to her underbelly, drawing a few light burps from her lips. She slips a hand between Carey’s legs, pausing to marvel at how wet she is already, and uses her other hand to rub her belly.

“I’m – hrmf!” Carey’s stomach lurches, and she dry-heaves. “I’m real close.”

To vomiting or coming, she doesn’t know, but Killian nods, shifting Carey so that she’s sitting in her lap, resting her chin between the horns on either side of her head. She keeps one hand on her belly still, and Carey’s slick enough that she easily can slip two fingers inside her with little testing.

Killian quickly establishes a rhythm – not fast and not slow – and Carey shivers as she ghosts the pad of her thumb over her clit, pressing light kisses to the back of Carey’s sweaty neck. “Is this okay?” she asks, massaging her stomach with her free hand.

“Y-yeah, I just –mmMURP! – Can you press harder, mayb–” Carey is cut off by another sickening retch, and she lets her mouth hang open, drooling over the soft swell of her distended belly.

Killian doesn’t need to be told twice, increasing the pressure on Carey’s stomach, causing her to gag several times, tasting bile in the back of her throat. She’s shaking with fever and quivering under Killian’s affections, her legs trembling as Killian picks up speed.

Killian pushes on her stomach, and Carey barely has any warning before she climaxes, head snapping back and keening as a wave of nausea washes over her. She doesn’t even have time to take a breath before Killian pushes again, harder this time, and she retches hard, a torrent of vomit splattering onto the bedspread.

“Holy shit,” Killian breathes, and Carey chokes on another retch. The second wave brings up even more than the first, but she’s too weak to even lift her head, so she just vomits onto herself, sending a wave of chunky puke down her front, forming a warm pile in her lap.

Killian’s pressing soft kisses to the back of her neck and she stays like that for a moment, head bowed, gurgling retches issuing from her throat, spitting threads of thick saliva into her lap. She’s shaking still, Killian teasing her through the fabric of her underwear, drawing tiny aftershocks out of her.

“Think you have any more in you?” Killian asks after a moment, removing her hand from Carey’s belly.

“I – yeah. Yeah,” she breathes, replacing Killian’s hand with her own. Her stomach is still churning and gurgling, whatever food she has left sitting too heavily to be comfortable. She grits her teeth as another cramp runs through her.

“Wanna – y'know. Puke on me?” Killian asks breathlessly. In response, Carey shifts so that she’s facing her, pressing a quick kiss to her lips but drawing back almost immediately as vomit rises in her throat.

It’s more difficult this time without any pressure on her bloated, aching belly, and she barely manages to bring up a small mouthful of vomit before a series of dry retches scrape her throat.

Killian reaches towards her, presumably to help out, but Carey shakes her head miserably. She wants to get it all up and she wants to do it herself, so she pushes Killian into a lying position, leveraging herself above her on shaky arms.

Her stomach really doesn’t like that, and Carey urps up a few more mouthfuls of vomit. She closes her eyes, lets nausea wash over her in sickening waves, and then gags once, twice, and barely has time to part her lips before her belly lurches and a massive gush of puke splatters onto Killian’s chest.

She retches a few more times, bringing up thinner, more watery streams as Killian gasps, and then collapses next to her girlfriend, panting.

“Done?” Killian asks, pressing her hand to Carey’s belly suggestively.

Carey burps, not even bothering to raise her head. “I… I don’t know. I think so?”

“Wanna shower and find out?”

To no one’s surprise, Carey finds that she’s very partial to that idea.

Under the warm water, Killian teases another orgasm out of Carey, and is well on her way to another when the nausea returns. Carey’s leaning against her girlfriend, face pressed into the crook of her neck – her legs are too shaky to hold her up, and when she’d tried to slip a hand between Killian’s legs to return the favor, Killian just shook her head, saying that tonight was about her.

She barely has time to warn, “Gonna puke,” when her throat contracts and she retches up a wave of watery vomit all down Killian’s back. Her stomach heaves against Killian’s, slippery and wet, and she finds herself emptily gagging and burping again and again until she tilts her head up and drinks deeply from the showerhead.

The water barely has time to slosh uncomfortably inside her stomach before Carey burps wetly and it comes gushing out in two massive waves.

“There,” she says once her stomach finally feels empty, pressing herself up against Killian. “Now I’m done.”

[helloyukimura]

Chapter 3 - Kim Himchan

Hi everyone,

This time I have finally finished my Himchan chapter for the B.A.P Castle story. Please read the other chapters if you didn’t read it. Hope you guys will like this chapter~ 

Here are the links to the other chapters:

Prologue

Chapter 1 - The B.A.P Castle

Chapter 2 - Bang Yongguk

Admin S

You feel safe around Yongguk and stayed with him in the kitchen.

YG: "Are you tired? You can sleep in the guest room if you want."

You shake your head.

You: "No I don't want to sleep."

YG: "It's okay I will protect you."

You: "Hmm then I will take a short nap. Yongguk oppa please wake me after one hour."

A moment later Himchan burst into the kitchen.

HC: "Bbang! Did you bring her to her room?"

YG: "Ssssht don't be so loud, she is sleeping."

HC: "Ah... sorry I didn't mean to wake her up."

YG: "Just shut up."

HC: "I can bring her to her room."

YG: "But I promised to protect her while she is sleeping."

HC: "You can trust me. I will do nothing to her. This is our mansion, we made the rules. If she wakes up I will tell her that I told you to leave her to me."

Yongguk didn't move an inch. He watches you silently.

YG: "..."

HC: "Bbang leave her to me."

You heard some voices whispering and slowly opened your eyes. You found Himchan next to you smiling and Yongguk scratching his neck awkwardly. You widened your eyes. You don't trust Himchan.

You: "Why are you here?"

HC: "Woah you surprise me. I though you were a fine lady, but I guess I was wrong about that."

You glared at him and distanced yourself from him. You stood behind Yongguk still glaring at Himchan.

You: "Yongguk oppa why is this guy here?"

HC: "You can call me Himchan oppa instead of this guy."

You: "This guy is fine with me."

YG: "(Y/n)-ah don't be rude to Himchan. He is a good guy and my best friend."

You: "Hmmph I don't like him."

You turned your head away from him with your hands across your chest."

HC: "Aww don't be like that. We have just met each other. Give me a chance."

Himchan pouted like a kid. He was kind of cute you thought. You shake your head wildly.

You: "No no no I'm not falling for your trap."

HC: "Yaaaah~ hajimaaa~"

Yongguk laughed.

YG: "Himchan-ah don't play around with her too much. Can't you see that she is tired? She needs more rest than us."

HC: "Hmm you have a point there. Let me take you to our guest room where you can take some rest."

You: "I don't want you to take me there. Yongguk oppa can you bring me to the guest room please?"

Himchan made a face which made you both laugh.

You: "I will call you babo oppa from now on."

Yongguk only smiles at your rudeness.

HC: "Aish! This girl~ Bbang she is rude to me. Say something to her."

YG: "(Y/n)-ah behave yourself. Call him Himchan oppa."

You: "Okay... Himchan oppa."

You said like a kid who just got scolded by her parents. Himchan leads the way in front of you and Yongguk walks behind you. Maybe Himchan wasn't that bad. You just had to get to know him better. Himchan opens the door for you.

HC: "Here you go (y/n). This is our guest room with a bathroom. In the bathroom, there is a towel, toothbrush, toothpaste and much more. It's all prepared for you. Please use it well. Then we will take our leave. For the safety, there is a lock on the door. The others won't be able to disturb you if you lock the door.

You: "Woah daebak! The bed is so big!"

You jumped into the bed.

You: "So soft and fluffy."

HC: "I'm happy to hear that you like it."

You: "Hihi I feel like spoiled princes in this bed."

Yongguk didn't say anything he only smiled his gummy smile. Himchan patted his shoulder.

HC: "Let's go Bbang. This princess is happy in her room. Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention that we will provide you breakfast at 8 o'clock. I will make a wake-up call to you. Don't be shocked if the phone of your room rings."

You: "Yes sir!"

Himchan closed the door and you fell asleep on the bed.

You: "Zzzzzz"

A few hours has passed and you were sleeping deeply. Suddenly it started to rain outside and there was a thunderstorm. You were really scared, tears streamed down your cheeks. Himchan came to check on you and saw you squirming in bed. He was very worried and quickly went to your bed. He puts his hand on your forehead. You felt something cold. You dreamed about your parents and automatically grab his hand.

You: "Mmm p-please don't leave me."

Himchan looks at you not knowing what to do. He caresses your hair.

HC: "I will stay with you if you're scared for the thunderstorm. Now go back to sleep. You will need it."

You pull his hand to your heart. It was beating calmly. He feels relaxed to see you sleeping peacefully again.

HC: "I don't know why but there is something interesting about you. I think that I can understand why everyone is so fond of you."

Himchan smiles and stays with you till you wake up. You turned around and felt something against your chest. Then it quickly flew away. You came to your senses to find Himchan standing next to your bed.

You: "Uwaaah! What are you doing here!!"

HC: "I came to check up on you when there was a thunderstorm. I know that some people are really frightened by it. So I went to sit down next to your bed and stayed beside you. I didn't do anything."

You remember calling someone not to leave. The way he talks made you trust him.

You: "Please stay 1 metre away from me."

He stood exactly 1 metre away from you not an inch closer. You walked past him and he retreated himself.

HC: "I'm going to make breakfast for you. I will call you in a half hour."

In the bathroom, you were thinking about last night. He must be a good guy. He really didn't do anything weird to you. You've checked your whole body on vampire bites, but there weren't any bites. Maybe he wasn't that bad after all.

*Riiiiiing riiiiing*

The phone was ringing. You quickly took the phone.

You: "Hello?"

HC: "It's me Himchan oppa. Your breakfast is ready would you like to come down to the kitchen or should I bring it to you?"

You: "I will come, don't bring it to me."

In the kitchen, you saw many dishes prepared for you.

You: "Wow how did you even prepare this in a half hour?"

HC: "I have my skills you know."

Himchan winked at you. You pretended not to see his wink and turned your head to the food in front of you. You saw a well-prepared meal with soup, rice and other dishes.

You: "It smells so good. I'm going to eat!"

HC: "Please eat as much as you can."

You: "Mmm! It's delicious! I didn't know that you can cook that good."

HC: "Cooking is my hobby. I like to do it to make other people feel happy."

You: "I love to eat, but I'm horrible at cooking. Maybe you can teach me how to cook such delicious things."

Himchan smirked.

HC: "If you choose me as your partner I can teach you much more~"

You look at his smirk and put down your spoon.

You: "It's your smirk that makes me doubt about you."

Himchan looks surprised and laughs.

HC: "You're really honest. Did you know that."

You: "The same applies to you."

HC: "True. Eat some more before it gets cold."

You: "I can never say no to food. Don't think that I'm finishing this for you because I'm really objective with food."

You stick your tongue out to Himchan. Himchan smiles again this time it was with his true feelings. His smile made your heart beat increase.

'Did I start to have feelings for him?' You thought. You shake your head and quickly continued to eat.

You: "Mmm I like this very much. I love it."

When you finished your meal you thanked Himchan and started to clean the table.

HC: "Stop don't move. You're my guest, I'm the one who should clean."

You: "Nooo my mother told me that if you're eating at someone's place you should always help with dealing the table. I'm going to help you no matter what."

You took your plate and walk to the kitchen counter. On your way, you slipped, but Himchan catches you on time with his arm around your waist and his other hand with the dishes.

You stared at his face. He actually is really handsome. You never watched his up this close. You were a few inches apart from him.

You: "I-I a-am sorry..."

HC: "I told you not to do anything."

You slightly try to move away from him. Himchan holds you even tighter.

HC: "Don't move before you let me put down the dishes."

He leans in and puts the dishes down. You hold your breath for a second. You could see his neck and the paleness of his skin. He seems really inhuman. He let go of you and you stood up again.

You: "Thank you for saving me."

HC: "At least you learned your lesson not to be rude at me."

You: "I wasn't rude to you."

HC: "Yes you were rude to me."

You: "Okay fine I'm sorry. Now happy?"

You turn away from him. However, you fell again when you stepped on that slippery spot.

You: "Uwaaah!"

Himchan holds your waist while your head is leaning against his chest.

HC: "You can better stay close to me if you're going to fall this much."

You: "Yah! Why is it so freaking slippery here?"

You struggled and fell down on the ground.

You: "Oww! It hurts."

HC: "Yah babo why did you even bother to remove yourself from me. Now you end up hurting yourself."

You: "I think I scratched myself."

You saw Himchan struggling to stay calm. Your hand was bleeding lightly. Himchan tore his sleeve to bind your wound. A minute later all the B.A.P members stood in front of you.

You: "Morning everyone?"

They were staring intensely at you with bloody red eyes. This time you really got yourself in big trouble.