#I drew it while my cat was sleeping on my shoulders

[aimomin]

A thorough academical research on how we nap together

[wolken-himmel]

In which Jade and Floyd drag (Y/n) to the Octavinelle dorm in the middle of the night. Why? Azul is suffering from an especially bad nightmare.

Upon waking up, the prefect is there to comfort him.

Request by @yourlovelyyves.

"Good evening, (Y/n)."

A velvety voice eased you out of your peaceful slumber, much to your utter dismay. The night had been silent and void of any disturbances prior. Without much effort, you swatted away at the hand that latched into your arm. The assailant remained persistent however, which drew an annoyed grumble from your lips.

"Hm... go back to sleep, Grim," you muttered under your breath. Even after you had rolled onto your other side, the fingers wouldn't cease poking your side.

A disgruntled sigh escaped your lips, you slowly forced your eyes to flutter open. Your eyelids were as heavy as lead and puffy with sleepiness. Yet, all that drowsiness vanished as soon as your eyes met a bright pair of heterochromatic ones.

"Peek-a-boo! It's me! Floyd." A large grin was etched onto his face.

By then, your eyes were as wide as saucers and threatened to fall out of their sockets. Miraculously, you managed to keep the beginnings of a scream in the back of your throat. Adrenaline rushed through your veins. How could it not? Two large shadows loomed over your bed, only the outlines of their sharp features lit by the moon light.

Unmistakably, these shadows were Floyd and Jade.

"Uh... what are you two doing here?" you asked and rubbed your eyes awkwardly. "It's like... 3 AM right now."

"It's a long story," Jade began. Without any regard for your comfort whatsoever, he deftly snatched the blanket off your body. "We shall explain on the way."

A shriek escaped your lips. Without wasting any time, your drowsy limbs tried to regain possession of your blanket. But, with his height and long arms, you failed miserably. His brother merely laughed at your feeble attempt and uncoordinated struggling. "Can't it wait until tomorrow?" you grumbled under your breath. The last weaves of warmth fled you by now. "I really need my sleep..."

Floyd clicked his tongue playfully. "I get it, shrimpies need their beauty sleep. We respect that, but we also kinda don't. And this is an emergency, anyway." Without allowing you to answer, he extended his hands and tried to grab you. "So c'mere, Shrimpy." A silly chuckle escaped his lips while he moved in on you.

"Let go of me!" you wailed when he wrapped his arms around you. Without breaking a sweat, he hauled you into the air and threw you over his shoulder. "I need my sleep!"

Floyd rolled his eyes at your antics. "I need my sleep, too. It's a win-win if you just come with us!"

In a split second, you were by the door of your bedroom. A panicked flash adorning your face, you screamed out, "Grim, help! Grim—" Outside, even the crows nestled in their trees perked up and escaped into the distance.

However, your cat friend merely rolled onto his other side. His paws greedily grabbed the blanket all for himself. "Go back to sleep, (Y/n)..." he mumbled and hid his ears beneath the thin pillow.

You clicked your tongue in disappointment. By then, the exhaustion was starting to settle in: all the screaming was draining your small energy reservoir incredibly quickly. "Great..." you grumbled under your breath. Once you had exited the Ramshackle dorm, your tired body went limp in defeat.

Jade simply sighed after a while. "It's because of Azul."

Jade chuckled but shook his head. "No, not really. He somehow is having a lot of nightmares lately. Sadly, his yelling impacts our ability to sleep, as well."

You perked up at his words, and your eyes lit up in worry. "You could have told me earlier instead of dragging me out of my bed without any explanation." Although you pursed your lips, you eventually decided to let it go. A soft sigh escaping your lips, you continued, "So, what's wrong with Azul? Don't tell me he fell asleep at his desk again..."

A yawn escaped his brother's lips. "I get all cranky if I don't get my sleep..." Floyd complained under his breath.

"And what am I supposed to do?"

"Well, we're bringing you with us because he always calls out to you during his nightmares," Jade explained after the three of you had passed through the mirror to arrive at the Octavinelle dorm. "Sometimes it's 'Floyd, don't eat me!' but mostly it's your name, prefect."

Floyd hummed along while you entered the dorm building. "So, we did the only reasonable and logical thing: drag you out of your bed and carry you all the way to our dorm," he chimed proudly. How he managed to procure the strength to carry you despite his tiredness, you would never understand. He dragged you up a winding pair of stairs until you three arrived in front of one particular door.

When you were finally set down again, you let out a satisfied breath. Your tired limbs regained a little bit of life as you stretched and popped your joints back into place. "I'm not sure if I can help him, but I'll try..." you said after a while. The twins eagerly opened the door for you and ushered you inside.

"Work your magic, Shrimpy!"

When light flooded the room, your eyes immediately fell on the figure in the grand bed — none other than Azul. He was thrashing and whimpering. The sight caused your heart to sink in worry. Your feet moved on their own, and you quickly found yourself by his bed side.

"Azul? Whats wrong?" you asked and put his hand on his shoulder.

Your voice seemed to have a soothing effect on him, but he nonetheless continued to roll around in discomfort. "Hm... Floyd, get away from me..." he cried out and hid his head beneath his pillow in what seemed like fear. "Don't eat me..."

You wanted to laugh, you really did — but doing so would have been insensitive. Whatever nightmare he was having, it must have been really bad. His entire body was shaking beneath the blanket.

"Azul? Come on, wake up..." you whispered and squeezed his shoulder softly. "It's me, (Y/n)."

That somehow did the trick. At once, he bolted up until his back was as straight as a candle. His eyes were ripped wide open, and his shoulders heaved up and down. "Please, Floyd, I'm just an innocent octopus! Stop nibbling at my tentacles!" he yelled and clutched his pillow tightly.

"Azul!" You grabbed his shoulders in an attempt to pull him back to reality.

His wide eyes returned to their normal size as soon as he noticed your presence. Much to your relief, his body stopped shaking. The fear on his face was now replaced by utter confusion. "Hm? Wait, what are you doing in my room, prefect?" the dorm leader asked awkwardly.

The corners of your lips quirked upwards into an amused smile. "Floyd and Jade brought me here because you were having reoccurring nightmares," you explained while rubbing soothing circles onto his back.

"Tsk, you missed all the good parts," Floyd exclaimed and began cackling. "Azul was fussing about you before he switched to bad-mouthing me. What did he blabber? Stuff like 'Oh, oh! (Y/n), I like you so much!' Right, Jade?"

"I don't seem to recall, brother dearest." An innocent grin graced Jade's lips.

You returned your attention to Azul, whose face was as red as a beet by now. His eyes never met yours. "Well, since you seem pretty fine..." you said between coughs, "I should return to my dorm."

"Thanks for checking up on me..." Azul muttered quietly. "It must have been a long way to the Octavinelle dorm."

Just as you were about to tell him how the twins had dragged you all the way to his room, you noticed their pressing glares. Your instincts told you that perhaps it was better to not tell him all the details. And you had to admit, the grateful smile on his lips somehow made your heart flutter.

"Yeah..." you said and rose to your feet. "No problem."

"Isn't Shrimpy the nicest?" Floyd asked and slung his arm around your shoulder. "Also, Azul! You got my taste buds all wrong. I'd prefer shrimp over octopus every day."

A shiver ran down your spine. "Stop it, before I get nightmares too..."

"You should lock your doors," Jade chirped. "His appetite can be insatiable at times."

You didn't think that Azul's cheeks could have turned even more red. But at this point, he was as red as Riddle's hair. And you swore he looked like he was about to explode. A long sigh escaped his lips, and he buried his face in his hands. The embarrassment he exuded was almost tangible.

"(Y/n), I must apologise for their bad humour and the inconvenience..."

[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Game over

Part I

Word count: 2600+

Warnings: some hot scenes to come so be ready, nothing obscene tho (I'd love to but can't write "porn"😬); kind of slutty Azriel, swearing

You walked down the hallway towards Cassian's room, your eyes puffed from crying for hours. You prayed to Mother to find him alone. You needed him desperately. Cassian was your best friend, knowing all your secrets, even the one about your feelings for Azriel. He was the only one who volunteered to go with two of you on missions making a wall between you, comforting you after each argument. And now he almost paid with own life for his kindness.

Instead of knocking you eavesdropped behind his door, but except of Cassian's snoring room was silent. Carefully opening the door you peeked in. Cassian was fast asleep, bandaged wings spread on the bed. He was alone. You let out sigh of relief.

Quietly you stalked to his bed and sat on the edge of mattress. Gently caressing his hand you curled to his side. You were afraid to touch him, not wanting to cause him more pain. "I'm so so sorry, Cass," you sobbed. Snoring stopped and he moved slightly.

"Oh, doll, it's you," he groaned, voice hoarse.

"I didn't want to wake you up," you tried to hide your tears.

"Don't worry. I wanted to see you anyway. I'm glad you came."

"How do you feel?"

His big hand landed on your shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. "I'm high from the Madja's medicaments," he chuckled and you did so, too. He always knew how to make you smile. "Are you okay? Rhys was quite angry when he came yesterday."

"Hmm." You still needed to talk about it, but seeing his state you couldn't bring yourself to bother him with your problems.

"Hey, doll, look at me."

"Everything is fine," you lied.

"C'mon, show me your face," he patted on your shoulder. Reluctantly you obeyed. "I can see you cried. What happened? Did he hurt you?"

"Rhys was mad, but he did nothing to me. He just scolded me.."

"And?" his brows raised.

You let out a breath avoiding his gaze. "And closed me in his office together with Azriel," you muttered.

"What?!" Cassian tried to sit up, but pain in his back and wings prevented him from doing so. Grimacing he lay down again. "Is he crazy? Why? I'll give him piece of my mind when I see him next time. What happened after that?"

"Well, he said he won't let us out until we solve our problems," you explained, tears again stinging your eyes.

"You are out so.." Cassian encouraged you to continue.

"Azriel came with an idea how to make him let us go." First tear rolled down your cheek.

Cassian rubbed root of his nose. "What that idiot did to you?" He knew you so well, you didn't have to tell a single word and he knew what's on your mind. Sometimes it was quite scary.

"He came with plan to pretend we are in love and kissed me in front of Rhysand.." you sobbed.

"Doll.." he again rubbed your shoulder. "Are you okay?"

You shook your head. "I can't.. do that.. It all returned.. and.. I can't.. It hurts.."

Cassian drew you closer, hugging you as much as he could in his state. "I'm so sorry, doll.. But.. You don't have to do it.. If you want I'll talk with him."

"If Rhysand finds out we lied, next time he might also lock us at a cell.."

Cassian's lips pulled into a thin line, but he didn't say anything else, holding you and rubbing on your back while you cried yourself to sleep.

Azriel was wandering around the House, feeling of discomfort heavy on his chest. He didn't like the way your conversation ended up that morning and he didn't want to accept that his plan was over before he actually could act up to it. He tried to visit Y/N in her bedchamber, but she wasn't there. Everything felt off, so he sent the shadows to look for her. They guided him to Cassian's room, whispering to his ear.

Azriel didn't bother with knocking because as he was informed persons inside were fast asleep. Quiet like a cat he crept in, standing beside the bed. What he saw there made his insides twist with pain and anger.

Cassian laid in the bed with spread wings just like the other day, snoring. And there under his arm curled to his side was Y/N, their scents mixing together. He noticed their smell many times before, but he'd never witnessed it. Jealousy stabbed his heart like poisoned dagger, his teeth gritting in frustration.

Mine. Mine. Mine!

His breath quickened, brows furrowed, anger dripping from him. His fingers entwined around the Truth-teller. Shadowsinger wouldn't let anybody have what belonged to him, what he desired the most.

The shadows emerged in, blinding him and pushing him back to the door.

'Stop. Calm down. You will regret it. Brother. Family.' They hissed.

Azriel took few shuddering breaths. Okay, he wouldn't go so far. But he couldn't leave them like this either. He fixed his expression.

"Love, here you are," he shouted pretending he just came in. Both Cassian and Y/N woke up with a start.

"What the hell," Cassian groaned, pulling Y/N closer. Wide-eyed she looked up at Azriel.

"I was worried. I looked for you everywhere," Azriel continued his performance. He pulled on her arm, tearing her from the embrace, just to hold her close to his chest. She was about to say something, but he wouldn't let her and quickly kiss her on the lips. Azriel gave all his pain and jealousy into the kiss making it rough and needy. And Y/N reacted the same way as in front of Rhysand. Her knees gave out. Satisfied Azriel pulled away. He watched with delight as all kinds of emotions flashed across her face, especially enjoying the blush of her cheeks.

"What are you doing?" Cassian grunted, snapping him out of his observation.

Azriel turned to him. "Love, you haven't told him yet?"

"No need to pretend, Az. I know everything," Cassian rolled his eyes. Azriel turned back to Y/N, searching her face. So she told him? But why? What was between the two of them?

"I want to talk to you," Cassian said.

"Would you leave us alone, dove," Azriel traced her jaw with scarred finger. She inhaled sharply turning to Cassian.

"Cass.."

"Don't worry, doll," he grinned at her. Eyeing them she backed out from the room closing the door behind. But she didn't leave. Instead she stayed behind the door listening.

Azriel smirked as Cassian narrowed eyes on him. "What kind of game are you playing?" he asked quietly, aware that Y/N hadn't left.

"Not your business."

"I swear. If you hurt her I'll beat the shit out of you."

Azriel studied his face. "You feel something to her." It wasn't question.

"What if I do? Would you let her be?"

Azriel crossed arms on his chest. "No."

"Do you hate her so much that you want to destroy her?" Azriel winced.

"I'm not planning to destroy her."

"So what do you want from her?" Cassian snapped angrily.

"Not. Your. Business," Azriel growled.

They stared at each other trying to second guess the opponent. Azriel let out a breath after a while. Brother. My brother, he reminded himself.

"I don't want to hurt her, so don't worry," he said way softer than he really felt, turning to leave. "I would really appreciate if you stay away from her," he growled leaving the room. An amused snort sounded from behind as he was closing the door.

Corners of Azriel's mouth turned up in a smile as he looked to the place where Y/N was waiting, right next to the door.

"What did you talk about?" she asked coolly.

He stepped closer cornering her. "About you," he smiled even wider, hazel eyes capturing hers.

"What about me?"

"Hmm," he purred teasingly leaning in so he could feel her breath on his lips. Having her so close soothed his jealousy for good.

She just stood there pinned to the wall under his body, her heart racing. She wouldn't run away before getting answers. Fearless little thing. He liked it and finally he didn't have to hide it. Closing eyes he nuzzled his cheek to hers, drawing a soft moan from her.

"What will you give me if I tell you?" His deep voice sensually whispered to her ear and she shivered in pleasure biting down on her lip, unable to think straight. So hot, so sweet. He wanted to devour her right there on the spot, slowly, enjoying every inch of her. It took all his determination just to stand there, not touching her.

He needed to leave otherwise he would destroy everything. "Try to stay away from Cassian and his room, dove, would you?" he cooed, delivering sweet, light kiss on her lips. Her knees wobbled.

"It would look bad if somebody notice," he said over a shoulder walking down the hall, away from temptation.

After he left, Y/N let out a breath. Without anybody holding her upright she sank to the ground, her heart pounding so hard it threatened to jump from her chest and chase after the cause of this all. Why did he have such effect on her?

After the encounter in Cassian's room you didn't know what to think anymore. You heard just very little of their conversation and couldn't make anything out of it. Only one thing was clear: Azriel kept pretending to be in love with you without flaw whether somebody watched or no.

He kept touching you at any occasion he had. From feather like touches to passionate hugs, from his lips lightly teasing your skin to deep, needy kisses. Shadowsinger went so far that he was leaving flowers and small presents for you all around the house. It was so confusing.

In front of your friends you couldn't run nor push him away. You struggled every time he appeared close to you. Your heart ached and thrilled at the same time. You had to constantly remind yourself that he faked it. That none of that was real. However your heart didn't listen at all. It hurt so badly. Every day that passed in this manner was a torture and you tried to spend as much time in your room alone as possible.

One morning you woke up with a wing around you, dim light shining through. A strong arm was wrapped around your waist and your back was pressed against male's chest. At first you thought you fell asleep with Cassian. After all it wouldn't be the first time you slept like this.

As your brain started to work again, you stiffened. Last night you fell asleep alone in your room. The body behind you was muscular, but it was rather athletic while Cassian's body was more like a bear. Drops of cold sweat appeared on your forehead and your heart stuttered as realization hit you.

It was Azriel.

You swallowed, your heartbeat was rising with every second you stayed in this position. You didn't know what to do. You wanted to shove him away, but you also longed to stay like this in his arms for the rest of your life. You didn't dare to move.

Azriel behind you didn't move, too, seemingly asleep. However you could feel his heartbeat on your back, speed of it matching your own. And you felt it poking to the back of your thigh. Air became heavy with the smell of arousal.

The wing retracted letting morning light and fresh cold air in.

"'morning," Azriel groaned to your ear, voice still hoarse. Your panties got even wetter.

You forced yourself to retreat to the other side of bed. "What are you doing here?" you tried to sound confident and cool, but your shaky voice betrayed you.

Reclining Azriel smirked obviously satisfied with the way your body reacted to him. Your mouth went dry. He was so... Beautiful? Sexy? No word could adequately describe him.

His dark hair was messy from sleep, smirking full lips slightly parted and eyes.. Those eyes. Soft morning light turned his hazel eyes into liquid gold. Shadowsinger was in your bed looking like a god, toned chest on display. You couldn't take your eyes off of him.

"You are drooling, dove," he chuckled moving closer. His thumb ran over your lower lip teasingly. He was wearing just an underwear, his arousal still visible.

Instincts you gained over years kicked in, though you were too high. "Cover yourself," you moaned. Damnit.

Azriel leaned closer, his lips only inch from yours. "This is what you do to me. Don't you like it?" Thumb of his other hand caressed your thigh too close to your sex. You gasped, eyes going wide. Azriel's pupils blew out, gaze darkening, his scent changing once again.

You needed to cool down otherwise you could do something you would regret in the future. You tried to stand up, but Azriel stopped you.

"Beautiful," he murmured against your lips, closing the distance between you. The kiss was soft, playful at first, slowly heating up. He pulled you back down to the sheets, lightly crushing you under his body. His scarred hand grabbed your thigh and massaging it he hooked your leg around his hips.

No, your brain shouted while your heart was growing with every touch he provided. This was so wrong. You found the strength and pushed against his chest. Panting Azriel reluctantly obeyed. He gave you a questioning look.

"What's wrong, dove?"

"Stop it," a tear rolled down your cheek, followed by another soon. Tip of his fingers gently wiped it away. He was confused. "Stop it. Stop this pretending. It's too much. I can't-"

"Who said I'm pretending?" he whispered softly, studying your face with unreadable expression.

"You came with this plan to pretend in front of everyone.."

"Game is over, dove. It's actually never started. At least for me it wasn't game," Azriel sat up bringing you with him.

You were too confused. "What do you mean? What is this all about?"

Azriel hesitated. "I heard you," he breathed out, his eyes never leaving yours. His deep voice was so quiet you barely heard him. "That night at Rhys' office. You talked in your sleep. For years I couldn't tell you how I really feel, thinking you hate me. It was easier to hate you back than admit I want you. So I took advantage of the situation Rhysand got us into and decided to show you instead. I guess it wasn't the best way.."

Something in your chest warmed up and grew with every word he spoke. "It wasn't game," you repeated, trying to put your thoughts together. You replayed all events, touches and kisses of the last weeks seeing it in new light. You could literally hear wards around your heart crack. He didn't pretend it. None of that.

You searched his eyes looking for traces of lie just to find out it was truth. Your hand moved on its own accord, resting on his cheek. Azriel leaned into the touch closing his eyes for a moment.

"No pretending?"

"Not even once," he shook his head. All suppressed feelings crashed out like a wave breaking last of the walls you built around your heart. You threw yourself around his neck almost knocking him down to blankets, squeezing him as you cried. Shadowsinger groaning with effort to stay upright, hugging you back.

"Az," you sobbed.

"Yes, angel," Azriel rested his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"You are such idiot," you playfully tugged on his hair.

"I know," he chuckled. "Will you give me a chance to make it up to you?"

You snorted. "It won't be easy."

"I love challenges." With that he started nipping at your neck slowly moving up to the sensitive spot under your ear.

[cambion-companion]

Y/N: Are we fighting or flirting? Aemond: I have you pinned against the wall and with a blade at your neck- Y/N: Your point?

I won't be able to sleep until I write this, and a cat just settled on my legs so...looks like I'm stuck here for a while.

Aemond x reader | enemies to lovers (?) trope

"You really thought I wouldn't notice you." Aemond materialized out of the shadows, blocking your path in the long stone hallway. "That you could slip away without consequence."

"I'm flattered you recognized me." You laid a careful hand upon the hilt of your sword, spacing your feet shoulder-width apart.

"You're hard to miss, Y/N."

"I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult." You mirrored his movements as he drew his sword, sinking into a defensive stance.

"I can't just let you go."

"You could..." You watched as Aemond advanced slowly toward you, twirling his blade expertly. "I won't tell anyone."

The Targaryen prince smirked at you. "And let you spread my family's secrets to our enemies? I think not."

You blocked his blow as Aemond swung at your side. "You are alone, all the King's Guard are back in the great hall, getting drunk. You have no reinforcements."

"I need none." Aemond parried your next attack deftly, his silver hair catching the torchlight distractingly as it danced over his shoulders.

You gritted your teeth, trying to concentrate. This wasn't the first time you and Aemond had crossed blades, nor would it be the last. You had been sent, as he had accused, to gather intelligence that could be used against the Greens. However, little did Aemond know, you had no desire to fulfill your duty, instead choosing to try and depart King's Landing early. Of course, he had seen you.

"I don't know what secrets you're referring to, my prince." You continued exchanging quick strikes, neither of you making contact. "Your family isn't all that interesting."

"And yet..." Aemond tried disarming you with a fancy move you hadn't experienced before, almost succeeding. "This is not the first time I've caught you out here." The hilts of your swords interlocked as Aemond maneuvered you close, pushing you back against the wall roughly. "I'm beginning to think you miss me."

"Keep dreaming." You scoffed, unable to take your eyes off his curved lips, which were very close to your own.

Your attention was refocused unpleasantly as you felt the sharp prick of a knife against your exposed neck. Aemond had drawn his dagger, pressing it dangerously to your where your pulse beat.

His violet eye roved lazily across your features, his other hand keeping your locked blades together. "You seem rather distracted, Y/N. Normally you're more of a challenge for me."

"Are we fighting or flirting, Aemond?"

"I have you pinned against the wall, with a blade at your throat." Aemond pressed you harder into said wall to emphasize his words.

"Your point?" You smirked up at him, your breath intermingling with his own.

The prince's prominent brow furrowed, a look of bemusement replacing his previous frown.

"So...." You said casually, leaning your face a little closer, ignoring the pricking of his blade. "Is this the part where you kill me?"

"I-"

"Because I'd much rather you kissed me."

Aemond's lips parted in shock, though he fought valiantly to neutralize his expression. "You are a spy."

"Goodness, you sound a little breathless. Is everything alright?"

Your lips were very close to his now. He did not move away as you grazed your mouth against his, placing the lightest of kisses to the corner of his mouth, your hands tugging him closer by his waist.

With a groan and a roll of his eye, Aemond pressed his lips firmly to yours, pushing your head back against the stone wall as he explored your wanting mouth. The feel of him was like fire, his taste intoxicating. His hot tongue danced with your own before he withdrew to nibble and tug at your lower lip. You moaned lewdly, pressing your thigh suggestively against him. "Is that another dagger? Or are you just happy to see me?" You smirked up at him, his eye dilated with desire. The feeling of metal prickling the side of your neck eased, as he slowly lowered his knife.

With a swift, fluid movement, you ducked under his arm, freeing your sword from his in the process. You didn't have the chance to strike, even if you had wanted to, for Aemond was the swiftest opponent you had ever fought. He rounded upon you, sword and dagger at the ready, though he did not attack. His long hair was still mussed from where your fingers had tangled mere moments before.

"Let me go." You carefully sheathed your sword back in its scabbard, raising both your hands. "I didn't gather any information, this I swear."

"Why should I trust any word you utter?" Aemond's weapons lowered almost subconsciously as he continued to watch you, wariness and wonder warring across his face.

"You shouldn't." Was your simple reply. "I would think my actions spoke louder anyway."

You turned on your heel, giving the prince one last look, and he watched motionless as you disappeared into the night.

[famusagi]

Hello I drew another sampo and gepard together This was inspired by my cats habit My cat loves sleeping on my shoulder when i am working And while i was drawing this my cat was on my shoulder such an adorable habit

[citruslullabies]

Hi hi!!!

If it wouldn't be too much trouble, do you think it'd be alright if I could request a cartoon catnap x reader (platonic, please) where the reader is known to be a daydreamer?

Maybe something where they hang out together, catnaps head in the reader's lap as they gently pet him and recount a daydream they had earlier during the day to him, almost as if they were telling him a bedtime story to help him relax more?

Thank you so much if you do write it! <3

Of course darling!! Youre welcome<3

Trigger warnings: none

Romantic/platonic?: platonic

Requested by: anonymous

Category: fluff (with a little drip of angst)

Ship (romantic or platonic): cartoon!catnap x daydreamer!reader

Word count: 587

Sleep With Both Eyes Open

You had always been recognized and known for your daydreams, constantly seen drifting off into your own little world.

Your brain would constantly be buzzing with ideas and dreams that would bring you out of reality and suck you into your own little world. But you were so calm because of it and maybe that's why Catnap liked you so much, because you had dreams and yet were so simple about them. It was a windy summer day, just sitting out in the field with your feline friend pressed against you as he purred.

You gently scratched behind his twitchy ears as he shut his eyes, feeling perfectly safe with you. With a smile you gently moved him to where he was laying on your lap so he could be more comfortable. You sighed softly and massaged his fluffy cheek in your palm.

“Earlier I had another daydream.” You murmured softly, warning a loud purr in response as he opened one of his eyes to acknowledge you. You didn't look down at him, but instead looked forward as you recalled it. “It was… strange, to say the least. I dreamt that you were very large and boney, and I was still me. You looked so scary but you approached me. You… let me hold your head in my hands, and we got to step outside together.”

Catnap looked up at you with pure curiosity, wondering what that could mean. His tail thumped against the ground as he nuzzled his head against your stomach. “That's odd.” He purred while you nodded and a sigh escaped your lips. “I thought it was sweet.”

The cat started to relax against you and fall asleep, while all you could do was stare off into the distance and daydream again. Your eyes went blank as you very slowly cocked your head to the side as if using your shoulder as a pillow.

…

A large grotesque creature In front of you with his form too tight for his bones, and his eye sockets too large for its eyes. It resembled your best friend as if it was a skinwalker who couldn't get it quite right. You stumbled forward, wanting to run but something drew you closer to it. You couldn't even speak but you reached your hand out as if a curious child wanting to touch something they had never seen before.

It stared down at you, mouth wide and forced into a never ending smile. Its bones creaked with every step it took forward, kneeling over at being face to face with you as it pressed its forehead against your hand. Its fur felt sickening like nothing else you had ever touched before. It was silent, eerily silent as it just watched you as if waiting for you to breathe. But you couldn't get a single breath out.

“The prototype… will save us…” It finally spoke, boney paws scratching into the floor as you stared with wide eyes and the inability to speak. But you grew curious as to what this meant, who was the prototype? You fought against your throat to speak but nothing came out. Your hand fell back to your side as if you were a strung puppet being controlled, and you watched as the creature went back to full height. Before red gas filled the damp air and you suddenly jolted awake. Breathing heavily as you looked around the bright and joyous field, looking back down at your feline friend with wide eyes.

Who was the prototype?

Thanks for requesting!

[cartoonslovers]

Wrecker family headcannons

(ultra Magnus,bulkhead,wheeljack, Smokescreen,and Miko)

-Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack got into a fight because he allowed Miko to sneak into the ship they argued the trip back to the base while bulkhead, Smokescreen, and Miko watched😭

-Everytime Wheeljack and Ultra Magnus got done arguing one of them always have to say "I just think you can be a little bit more responsible" then a whole nother argument started

-Do you ever just get that look from your parents after doing something stupid or misbehaving In public Ultra Magnus definitely gave that look to Miko and Smokescreen. Bulkhead most of the times follows orders and Wheeljack just gets a groan of annoyance and another bickering match with ultra Magnus

-Smokescreen is the family instigator in the wrecker family and to everybody in general he loves drama but he just doesn't do it when it's a really big argument just bickering, when there's a sparring match with his team or when the cons are fighting eachother

-Smokescreen pranks everybody nobody(except ratchet and Optimus) is safe😭

-Smokescreen and Miko would make trinkets to prank the cons with they made a ton and Smokey would hide them so he would get the "back in my day" or "this is unsafe and stupid" speech from ultra Magnus and Ratchet

-One of the trinkets Smokey and Miko made was a metal container with a bunch of wholes of all sizes on the sides and and a small energon crystal with colored smoke on the inside with a handle so when you throw it you have like five or ten seconds to run and smoke gets everywhere

-Bulkhead accidentally tripped on one of them and there was pink,purple,and blue smoke everywhere and it got on his armor and anything else close to it Smokescreen ended up getting those speeches in the end but just to be petty he made some that would actually cause damage to the cons in battle with the Explosion Lords(Wheeljack) help of course

-Remember when you said Smokescreen sleeps like a cat he fell asleep on a tree at the end of a mission and Ultra Magnus had to carry Smokescreen through the groundbridge back to base

-Idk who or why but somebody gave Smokescreen one of those ADHD trap things and Smokescreen was staring at it for a while

-Miko was the first one to think Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack are dating then she asked wheeljack about it and his reaction told her everything she needed to know

-Miko drew a ton of pictures of the wrecker family and the rest of the team and she put them in Ultra Magnus ship he definitely was touched by her drawings but he didn't really show it much

-Smokescreen called Ultra Magnus "Dad" once and nobody let them live that down.When that happened the whole interaction was "you just called captain holt dad" scene

-Smokescreen definitely tried to climb up on ultra Magnus shoulders when he couldn't see something

-Bulkhead and Wheeljack where sparring one time and Miko and Smokescreen were recording because something was bound to go wrong and Ultra Magnus was watching as well then Wheeljack flipped Bulkhead over his shoulder he succeeded but when bulkhead landed on his back Wheeljack didn't let go of him in time and also ended up flying across the room Smokey and Miko with crying laughing and the rest of the team had to make sure wheeljack s alright

-Bulkhead was mad at Smokescreen because he threw the lobeball at his face when playing a game so he told Ultra Magnus Smokescreen had been sneaking out of the base Smokey got grounded afterwords smokey and bulkhead were at war for a couple days and they were at each other's throats but they were forced to make it up

-Smokescreen would tell Bulkhead really concerning facts about bots before them and the things they did before they were killed very brutally and Smokescreen would tell him in detail about it he couldn't sleep for a long while

-the Wrecker family definitely tried to convince Ultra Magnus to speed up when driving the ship but he told them that the fuel was to valuable to waste on something like that

-they all(except Miko)had went into a cave Smokescreen located on another planet and Wheeljack was recording to show Miko and when they found the cave Smokescreen ran right inside and they had to chase after him there was writing that said "turn back now" and Smokescreen thought the the things inside the cave would be a cool way to die😭

Oh my goodness. When you say Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack were arguing I was literally like: "mom and dad are fighting". Smokescreen climbing up Ultra Magnus's shoulders is something I didn't know I need until now but yeah Smokey deserve it.

[faroreskiss]

"Do you think I'm a cheater?"

Summary: Isekai!Reader has a dilemma. You remember your S/O in our world and talk to Link about it. You know, the Link you slept with. Based on this fic. Can be read stand alone. Read on Ao3

"Hey Link," you called out to him, as you idly drew random shapes on the dirt floor. The night was quiet, except for the cicadas; or whatever bug making the chirping noises, and the small fire crackling nearby. And of course the snoring.

After the postman incident, thoughts of your own world occupied you again. You had been distant and they noticed. You couldn't sleep as much either, but thanks to the lack of your fighting skills, there was always a Link with you, taking the turn for the watch duty.

"Yeah?" Wild replied softly, with a low volume.

"Do you think I'm a cheater?" You deadpanned, still playing with the stick, not looking at his face.

"What?" He looked perplexed. Did you mean the flirting and glances between you and the rancher? But again, it's not like what was between you and Wild was all that clear in the first place, even though you did share each other's bodies... Once, right before Chain. Then cuddled during trying times, showed affection to each other.

Oh.

Right. You never talked about your life on the other side. Sure, about how some things were in your world, education, maybe some economy. But almost never your personal life, and none of them ever pushed you.

Hell, you actively tried not to think about it, you let go in a way at some point, thinking you'd never see them again anyway, so YOLO?

But then seeing how you are now traveling between eras, didn't that mean you could go back to your own world at some point?

How cruel. How cruel that only after years you learn that there is a possibility.

You sighed.

"I... I actually have, or had, or have.." you stumbled upon your words, not knowing which tense to use.

"There is someone in my world... that is, or was my partner."

Your lips formed a line again, you were still not looking at him. Wild didn't speak for a moment, only understanding what you meant by cheating, just now. You heard some shuffling, he dropped down from the tree silently like a cat.

"(Y/N)..." he started speaking, you interrupted him.

"I know... We have been together for quite a while too, we lived together. But then I was suddenly somewhere else, some world else," you were trying to keep your low voice from trembling, holding back the bitter tears.

He just listened, cautiously moving near you, but not quite making contact.

"I- I ignored their existence since I thought I'd never see them again, then a couple of years passed and I ended up sleeping with someone else, uh, no offense," you were still not looking at him.

"Actually two at once," he snickered. Wild didn't know what to say, so he at least tried to lighten the mood.

"Not funny, not right now!" You hit his shoulder playfully. It was a little bit funny, at least you got distracted from your gloomy mood.

"(Y/N), you thought they were lost to you, forever. How can that be cheating?" He inquired, with a serious tone this time.

You knew he had a point. But that wasn't as straightforward as he thought.

"You are biased," you scoffed. "And look at the Old Man, he sure got to see his wife again. I bet he wouldn't... indulge, like I did." You gulped, guilt was clawing at you again, making it hard to breathe.

"Yeah what a fair comparison. He was thrown into a precarious situation constantly fighting and jumping worlds and guesses he'd probably see his Hyrule again, and you, who had a peaceful life in a village for years with no way to return to your home. Really, a great way to make yourself a big baddie," he said with a sarcastic tone, a tinge of scolding mixed in.

You paused. You have never heard Wild speak this much before. You just mumbled something about not having tried hard enough, still staring at the twig you had in your hand.

He moved closer and gently lifted your chin towards him, making your eyes meet. You melted a little inside, which only fed your guilt even more.

"Look..." he said. "Fine, it is complicated." He sighed, not breaking eye contact in the dimly lit night.

"But you didn't do anything wrong, okay?" He tried to assure you. You averted your gaze again.

"Now that we know... What does it mean, Link? If I can get back to my world one day, does that mean... we, I..."

You trailed off. Wild just listened.

This was really complicated, way too complicated. You didn't want to push him away, you were selfish.

Yet thinking of your partner, wrecked with the pain of losing you perhaps, while you were in the arms of another, receiving comfort? Your stomach was twisting.

After all, maybe they did find someone else already? Or were you merely trying to justify your actions?

Oh Gods, you bet Sky wouldn't think so highly of you. Old Man wouldn't either. None of them would.

As you mentally shuddered, you gave in and leaned on Wild, even if a bit awkwardly.

"Don't tell the others, will you?"

"It's your life to tell," he assured you as he put his arm around your shoulder as you both leaned on the tree. The turmoil of emotions wouldn't let you go further, but at least you enjoyed the companionship and understanding he offered for now.

"I will never judge you, no one can, not for this," he said softly.

You were glad, but guilt still ate at you. Between these legendary heroes, it made you feel small. Shouldn't you have had some type of undying love story?

"...and what if we end up in my world?" your voice but a whisper. He didn't reply immediately.

"We'll cross that bridge when it comes to it, I guess," he ghost shrugged. His eyes had a distant look.

"But I'll be there, okay?" He added somewhat awkwardly.

You gave him a weak smile as you nodded, not knowing what to say, what to do. You wanted him to kiss you, you wanted to be close. He probably wanted the same but didn't want to force a choice on you.

What comes next would be your own choice. How you wanted to proceed now, was your problem.

But he would be there, whatever you chose.

You leaned on the tree trunk as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, then you slowly drifted off to sleep. A warmth with a tinge of guilt embraced you, giving you dreams of bridges and portals as you fell asleep.

And the face of your beloved.

[idolatrybarbie]

(belatedly) for my 50 follower celebration! @wannab-urs asked: max phillips and prompt no. nine— "you look so pretty like this." with a twist!

pairing: max phillips x fem!vampire!reader

word count & rating: 1.9k | explicit

content tags: reader is not American/not an "American vampire", porn with mild plot, pet names (honey, baby, sweetie, Maxxie), all the usual vampire genre warnings, including but not limited to - graphic blood and gore, cannibalism, mention of scars, horror themes, love as consumption, smut - mommy kink, degradation (max gets called a slut), cock slapping, dacryphilia if you squint, orgasm denial, handjob, alcohol mention, fluff.

notes: a good ol' hj. this is super belated but life got a little bit better again today so it's time to celebrate. tagging people who expressed interest in this concept at the bottom, mwah &lt;3

He’s got a scar on his left shoulder where you marked him the first time. It seems like so long ago when you’d first taken him into your arms and shown him a new life. A new way to live with the gift he’d been given. Now he has dozens of other scars just like it, bigger or smaller in different places. Still, that one remains your favourite.

When Max wakes, his wrists are already bound together against the winding filigree of the headboard. You considered a hog tie, deciding against it when you got out the rope. For this, you want to see him. All of him.

He wriggles slightly as he comes to, returning from whatever the undead take for sleep. His kind are different from yours. It is what drew you to him in the first place. The great American vampire—you’d never seen one up close. His blood smelled so rich when you first met. You made it your mission for Max Phillips to be yours…and now, he is.

“What’s all this?” he asks, shifting his legs around. They move beneath the covers, rumpling the sheets.

“A project,” you say, sitting by his feet. If your heart could beat, it would be pounding in your chest. The anticipation is everything—this little cat and mouse ordeal being the delicious tip of the iceberg.

“A project?”

“More like a test. Been a while since you’ve had one of those, huh, Maxxie?” you ask.

Max enjoys taking. Pleasure is in the take, of keeping something. This suits you well enough most days; he’s well-behaved and generous. Pleasure is the foreground, but you both know who’s in control behind the scenes.

Some days, though, you aren’t satisfied in being the woman behind the curtain. Some days, you like for Max to give you a little show. Giving for him means giving it all. Today is one of those days.

“Honey,” he says, smugness wiped from his tone. “You know I’m no good at tests.”

“You’re wrong,” you return. “You are going to do just fine.” Max’s brow furrows when you press his nose like a button, grinning down at his body. “I’m going to make you feel good. But you aren’t allowed to finish. Not ‘til I tell you to. Simple, easy. You can do that, Max. Right?”

He wriggles on the bed a bit more, trying to keep his movements controlled and hidden from you. The thought must stir something in his stomach, a whispered yes falling from his lips. You get on the bed properly now, one knee on either side of his legs. Running your hands over the exposed skin of his thighs makes Max shudder. All the silvery marks and mottled skin beneath your hands makes you wet, getting to feel what you’ve done to him.

When you move your hands closer to the hardness in his briefs, Max freezes. He lets you work the piece of clothing from him as he watches. Discarding the underwear on the floor, you focus your attention back on him. The head of his cock is the slightest bit red, the blood he’s consumed flushing his skin.

“Aw, that looks like it hurts,” you say.

“It does,” Max nods. His words elicit no reaction from you, watching him from your seat over his knees. He corrects himself, “It does, Mommy. Sorry.”

You take him into your hand then, the skin of his cock warm against your palm. Another neat trick of the American vampire: warm-blooded. Your skin must feel ice cold against him, but you think he likes that. Max cants his hips up the slightest bit. He’s hoping you won’t notice. Unfortunately for him, you do.

Pulling your hand away, Max groans at the loss of touch. His cock stands at attention, waiting for anything you’re willing to give him. With an open palm, you slap it length-wise. Max draws in a sudden breath, hips jumping.

“Mommy, please. I’m sorry, I—”

“It’s fine,” you say with the shake of your head. “Every time you misbehave is just extra time you have to wait. So…one.”

“Mommy—” Max begins.

“Don’t make it worse for yourself, Maxxie.”

You go back to stroking him with light hand movements, watching Max bite his tongue. You pinch the skin at his shoulder and watch his arm jerk away. It makes you laugh.

“You don’t like a little bit of pain?” you ask.

“No,” he says.

Your palm is slick with his precum, lubricating every slide of your hand. Picking up the pace a little bit makes Max part his lips in a moan. When his eyelids flutter, you scrape the nails of your other hand against the skin of his thigh. His breath catches in his throat, squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling.

“You know what? You’re a terrible liar,” you say.

“I’m not lying, Mommy. I promise,” Max says. Your hand is still on him. His eyes are glued to your face when they open again, resisting the urge to look down at where you two touch.

“Yeah, you are,” you singsong.

You scratch at his thigh again, feeling the skin break. There’s something about digging your nails in and feeling blood and tissue underneath that just does it for you. You rub the pads of your fingers into the scratch, coaxing blood from the wound. Smeared red, you bring those fingers to your lips to savour.

“Fuck.”

“A bad word? That’s two.” Max throws his head back against the metal of the headboard with a light thunk. “You like it. I can taste it,” you say. “Like it when I hurt you a little, huh?”

“Mommy,” Max pants.

“Baby, it’s okay. No shame in that.” Moving closer to his ear, you hum. “It’s alright being mommy’s little pain slut.”

The words elicit begging from the man beneath you, a desperate string of pleasepleaseplease filling the air. You know he’s close. It doesn’t mean much to you.

“No baby.” You slow your hand down, pumping his cock languidly as it leaks across your fingers. “We’re not done yet.” Getting a grip at the base of his length, you squeeze him. He sighs hard through his nose as the building fire in his gut dulls to an ebb.

“This isn’t fair,” Max complains.

“Mmhm,” you purr, cheek to cheek now. “You think that bad boys get fair?” Nuzzling into the warmth of his skin sends a shiver down your spine.

“I’ll be good, I promise,” he says.

“I don’t believe you.” So close to his body, your mouth waters at the smell of him. You lick at Max’s jaw, trailing your tongue along the column of his throat before reaching his shoulder. “You want to be a good boy? Let me take a bite.”

“Mommy—”

“Maxxie.”

He takes a deep breath and nods, giving you permission. First you mouth at the skin, feeling it against your lips. Reveling in his heat. You resume the pace of your hand jerking him off, the hard lines of his shoulders relaxing. Max’s cock is wet and sloppy between the two of you, bright red and probably aching. Just how you want him.

The bite you take is small, flesh spongy between your sharp teeth. It’s soft in your mouth, sliding between your tongue and palate when it goes down easy. Max bleeds, a dribble spilling into a small stream across his chest and down his arm. You lick at the crimson, letting it pool in your mouth as you perch your lips over the wound.

His blood slides to the bed, soaking white sheets a dark red. In another life, it would be a bottle of Zinfandel carelessly spilled—a waste of the best wine in the world. In this life, Max is the only vice you need. His flavour, the flow, that potency. The taste of Max Phillips on your tongue makes you lightheaded. Plasma and platelets, sure, but so much more. It’s heady and raw; the tang of a rough fuck and a sweet kill.

That rush of ending a life. Holding someone’s soul in your hands and snuffing it out. You can feel every life that he has taken, theirs for his own immortal one. It��s their blood, truly, but all of it has been mixed up and ran through Max’s body enough to make it uniquely him. What better high is there than ravaging and killing the man who kills, and knowing you get to do it all over again?

You ask, “More?”

He says, “Yes.”

So you take another bite, and another. All of them surface wounds. They will heal and scar. His body will knit itself back together all for you to tear him apart again. Just the way you like it. The way he does, too.

You deny him twice more of his release, tutting carefully as you watch Max reel back from the edge over and over. Your hand on his dick must hurt more than the biting or the denial now, but he hasn’t told you to stop.

“Mommy, I can’t,” he shakes his head. “I can’t, I can’t.”

You love reducing such a smug and self-assured creature to a sniveling little boy.

“Do you want me to stop?”

A cry tears itself from his throat, your hand still moving quickly. Blood has pooled in his lap, streaking across his hips and thighs.

“No, I just—I can’t,” he snarls. Max’s face morphs into that distinguishable frightening form. His true self. That doesn’t scare you, though.

“You can and you will, baby. You’re almost there. So close. You’re doing so good for mommy,” you say. Kissing his cheeks, you can’t help when your tongue darts out to catch a tear that falls. “What do you need?”

“Kiss me. Please,” Max says. His words come out breathy, light gasps punctuating each one. “Tell me you love me.”

“Aw, Maxxie. Of course I love you. You look so pretty like this.”

Pressing a peck to his nose has Max melting. He leans his torso against you when you finally connect at the mouth. The kiss is soft and slow, the exact opposite of your hand around his length. You slip him your tongue, letting Max taste himself. He moans into your mouth before he pulls away the slightest bit.

He’s breathing against you, still trying to participate in the kiss as he falls off the edge; as you push him. He cums quietly, only a low whimper and heavy breathing to show for it. His spend is sticky across the back of your hand. It dribbles down to your wrist. One liquid mixes in with another, semen and gore staining the both of you.

You cradle his cheek with the messy palm of your hand. The haze in his eyes clears and Max refocuses, looking at you.

“There’s my baby,” you sigh. “Do you feel good?”

The wounds have started to clot, flow slowing as blood dries over his skin and yours. He nuzzles into your cold hand.

“Feel great,” he smiles, and you can tell that he’s back to himself.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?” you ask.

“Just a minute,” Max says. He puts his arms around you, holding you tight and pulling your body into the mess. Blood smears against your clothes, but you could not care less. “Thank you. I love you.”

You can feel his words thrumming in your veins.

tagging: @beskarandblasters @covetyou

[p1nk-syr1nge]

Sleepy Reader with Heavy ‘n Medic!!

(per usual, relationships are ambiguous and you may perceivee how you wish ^^)

MY GOSH I HAVEN’T WRITTEN IN FOREVER. I’M SO SORRY GUYS,,HERE. THROWS THIS IN YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION.

I don’t feel inspired by requests rn,, so apologies. I just wanna create for myself mostly <:)

I do appreciate the attention ‘nd compliments tho. Ur all so sweet <333 ILLYYY

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Absolutely exhausted. All you could really do was drag your feet along the floor in hopes it’d take you somewhere. Though, all it really brought you was to the dining room table. A few people were there, primarily Heavy and Medic chatting next to you while Scout, on the other side of the table was finishing a quick snack. Cereal perhaps?

Though he quickly gobbled it up, and then left to go do his own thing. Though he lazily left it out on the table. Which Heavy quickly noticed because he let out a sigh. With an annoyed push of the chair, he interrupted his conversation to go pick up the clutter. You would’ve done it yourself if your brain wasn’t melting already.

Heavy’s sudden absence suddenly drew the attention of Medic to you. You two haven’t conversed much outside of medbay. Most of the time it was about your current injury, or him fussing about everything. Otherwise, small talk truly just seemed useless in his opinion.

“Long day, hm?” Medic asked.

“Mhm… Did it seem to drag out longer today, or was it just me?” you replied.

“I too felt like it was rather slow.”

Hm, Heavy was back, and on his way back to his chair he reached over to scruff your hair a bit. As if it wasn’t scruffed enough after today…

They both instinctively went back to their conversation, though you weren’t completely excluded as Heavy would ask you a few questions pertaining to what they were talking about. Although, it was quite clear to both of them that you were far too tired to even really think about a comprehensible answer.

Medic gently leaned you onto his shoulder, which was honestly a lot more comfortable than laying face flat onto the table. Gently, he’d practically pet you, like a cat perhaps, where he would just stroke your head sweetly. You were fast asleep in an instant…

After about an hour of them talking did they actually really notice you were conked out. A small drool stain trailed down on Medic’s sleeve… He merely scoffed at the blotch.

Heavy had volunteered to take you back to your room so you’d be comfortable. Easily, he scooped you up and carried you gently back to your room in the base. The ambience of hallway lights buzzing, someone snoring loudly, two rooms down, and the air passing through the vents played out. Oddly comforting but only in the sense of familiarity and home.

Once you were placed into bed, Heavy had tucked you into the covers and blankets, making sure you were warm and cozy. He stayed for a moment just to see if you’d stir, but contently left once he knew you for sure alright.

He made his way back to Medic who looked rather tuckered out himself, and after conversing about you once more, they both promptly went to sleep as well.

[lewkwoodnco]

Cruel Summer (Part 1) - Lockwood x Reader

A/N: Based off of Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift. Can be read as a stand-alone fic or to a prequel to the august fic (which is a prequel to the alcott fic). This fic got rlllly long and I'm finishing up the second half of this right now. For this fic, reader shares the attic with Lucy. Enjoy!

chronological order: timeless cruel summer (pt 1, pt 2) august (tsitp version) the alcott

She woke up with a gasp, broken out of what was likely the deepest (if sweatiest - she had fallen asleep under a mountain of blankets) sleep in her life. She was normally a very light sleeper (part of her subconscious was almost always awake, taking note of everything until she woke up) so it was highly disorienting to wake up without knowing anything about what had happened for the past few hours. With everyone else off running errands, she had decided to take a little nap, that became a big nap, and she could just make out the fading dusk glowing in her window. That still didn’t answer the question of what had woken her up.

There it was again, that sharp rap that had yanked her awake. It was coming from the window, as if it was hailing. She stumbled over and pushed the window open with considerable effort, still groggy from the nap she so desperately wanted to return to. She squinted, barely making out the form of Lockwood standing outside in his coat, one hand full of pebbles and the other pulled back as he took aim. He straightened when he saw her face, waving to catch her attention, as if the street wasn’t empty and she wasn’t already looking right at him.

“Hi!”

“What?”

“You sound cheerful.”

She started to close the window. “Hey, hey! I was only kidding.”

“What do you want?” She hadn’t meant for that last part to come out that whiny, but her limited patience was already wearing thin. The dusk air was cool and pleasant and the soothing twilight was painting the grey buildings with this liquid lilac glow. A gentle breeze tickled her nose, and she decided that closing her eyes for a while wouldn’t hurt.

“I’ve locked myself out, left my keys on the mantle. Lucy and George won’t be back for ages. I was hoping you could…Y/N? Y/N?” He laughed. “Did you just fall asleep at the window?”

That jerked her awake, even though she was at the brink of slipping off again. The light was fading fast, making Lockwood’s silhouette even hazier, until she could only make out the glint of his polished rapier. The cooling dusk air combined with her high temperature from being bundled in those blankets made her feel feverish, and she blamed her sleep-addled brain for making Lockwood look so delectable in the dim light. In a way, she had been watching Lockwood like this for weeks now. Stealing glances and brushes in milliseconds during the day and dreaming of him and their cat-and-mouse game all night long; so disarming and wicked and forever out of her reach, a torturous yet addictive death. As if it was too electrifying to love directly, they turned to more Shakespearean adjacent ways of loving, from balconies and windows. She was brought back to the present by the rattling of Lockwood scattering the remaining pebbles.

“Sorry about that, by the way. And this, it’s not like me to forget my keys.”

“Are you kidding? I’m always waiting for you to be waiting below.” She quipped, pulling her face from the window as she imagined him rolling his eyes. She grabbed his keys on the way to the door, and sure enough, he was standing there with a half-smile, laughing as she made an exaggerated show of forcing his keys deep into his coat pocket. His breath hitched as she drew her hand out, which felt aflame and buzzing with static even with layers of clothing between them. The devil on her shoulder urged her to take the gamble of kissing him right there on their front doorstep.

But the light shifted, and the moment passed, and they slightly stepped away from each other as she awkwardly withdrew her hand.

“I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“How’d you guess?” She immediately felt stupid for asking that question when she had drifted off right in front of him (or two storeys above him) just now.

“You seem a little…sluggish. Like your thoughts are all over the place.” She nodded, choosing not to tell him how her haywire thoughts had nothing to do with sleeping and everything to do with him.

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A couple of nights later, they were out on another job. She and Lockwood were in an alley, one not quite as rundown as they were expecting, waiting for a signal from George and Lucy, who were a few streets up ahead, to start chasing the Dark Spectre they were locking down on. It was taking so long that Lockwood had started fidgeting with the abandoned vending machine. Watching paint dry was more interesting than waiting around on a job while the acid of anxiety ate a hole through your stomach.

With a sudden crackle of electricity that made her jump, the vending machine creaked to life, its strained electrical hum sounding nearly deafening in the quiet of the night. Watching the exact moment the vending machine lit up Lockwood's body, giving it such a vitality that she nearly wasn't sure where the hum was coming from, enamoured her even more. As they both shielded their eyes, slowly blinking to adjust to the sudden brightness, she basked in this new wave of attraction, burning her wildly thumping heart.

It was almost unfair to be forced to stand there and watch him tap at the machine experimentally, entirely oblivious to the effect he was having on her. Lockwood was like a bad sunburn and the balm that healed it, a heat that melted her face off and the lemonade that cooled her down. It was cruel. It was a bizarre experience, to say the least, drinking stale pop in near pitch-black darkness to wash down the fear gripping their throats.

"You alright? Not too tired from all this waiting around?"

Waiting around for you, maybe. "No, I'm fine." I'm so cool, so totally normal about this, about you, about the faintly blue blinding light burning the side of your face, about the shadows on your face and in between your knuckles-

She heard rather than saw the hiss of the magnesium flare thrown up into the inky sky, quickly engulfed by darkness. They ran off almost instinctively, drinks abandoned, Lockwood's hands not long forgotten.

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Sometimes, after a case Lockwood would cosy up in the library while everyone else went to bed. That wasn't news. What might have been news was how she sometimes crept down from the attic to join him. That was where she was right now, and Lockwood was asking if she really was alright, and it was all seeming a little hazy to her.

A few hours ago, she had slipped in a puddle of slush which unfortunately sent her tumbling down with her ribs landing on the edge of the curb with a stabbing pain. It knocked the wind out of her, but she didn't expect much from it beyond a nasty bruise, so she dusted herself off and kept running. Only after a bit of running she began to feel a painful prickling as well, and it must have shown on her face, if Lockwood's occasional suspicious glances were any indication. Later, once they were home, she realised the stabbing pain had come from some broken pieces of glass piercing her skin. With Lucy's help she had managed to get out most of the pieces, but she kept finding more as she tossed and turned in bed. Finally giving up, she had decided to join Lockwood in the library, foolishly not anticipating his interrogation.

"Well?" His tone was almost accusatory. "How bad was the fall?"

"I'm totally fine," she put on her best injured tone, which wasn't hard, given how restless picking out the fine glass had made her. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Sure." There had been just a hint of playfulness in her voice, but Lockwood had picked up on it.

"I'm being serious, you know."

"So am I!"

"Are you?"

Lockwood stared at her sternly, and she returned the look. Two can play a game. He clearly didn't believe her flimsy smoothing over of the incident and she was painfully aware of that, but there was simply no other alternative.

How was she supposed to tell him that he only liked her because she was shiny and new? Whatever they had, this push-and-pull, it wasn't comforting or peaceful. It was nerve-wracking, nausea inducing, certainly not for the faint of heart. There simply was no room for tending to scrapes and bruises together, their relationship didn't allow for it. Hell, she'd die before seeming weak in front of him. And there was nothing wrong with that. She'd built up this rough, blunt exterior for their sparks to bounce off of before anyone got hurt. Sure, it didn't leave much time for the sparks to stick around, and it did create a tumultuous upheaval of emotions sometimes, but it was nothing she couldn't learn to live with.

And so she shook her head a final time, as Lockwood reluctantly returned to his tea and paper.

[wolken-himmel]

Halloween Special 2022

In which (Y/n) falls asleep in the library on the day of Halloween, only to awaken to an entirely different universe.

In this universe, all the students the prefect previously knew seem to have the opposite personality.

Disclaimer: This was just a little crackfic for fun! Have a happy Halloween!!

"Wake up, (Y/n)! Wake up~"

A soft poke to your side stirred you out of your sleep, and you slowly regained consciousness — however, you didn't want to. In your dazed state of mind, you lazily swatted away the soft paw that continued to jab your shoulder.

"Just five more minutes, Grim..." you grumbled under your breath. "I'll be with you soon..."

Much to your dismay, the poking never stopped. Even worse, you felt something wet being dragged across your face. The texture was rough — and together with the sloppy wetness, you let out a disgusted whine. At once, your eyes fluttered open while you automatically pushed the assailant away from you. Your fingers dug themselves into a soft pelt of fur. Together with that scratchy voice... This must have been Grim.

After you had blinked the blurriness out of your eyes, you spotted tufts of grey fur. Yes, this couldn't have been anyone else but your trusty old cat monster.

"No, you need to wake up now," Grim continued and shook you awake energetically. "You can sleep in your nice and comfortable bed when we're back at Ramshackle Manor."

You immediately shot up, wide awake and senses all focused on your surroundings. The cosy, warm air that inhabited the library attempted to lull you back to sleep, as did the soft cushions of your chair — but you remained strong and awake. A flabbergasted expression appeared on your face. "Wait, did you say nice and comfortable? Since when is anything at Ramshackle nice and comfortable? It's one large dusty ruin!" you cried out and rubbed your ears in confusion. Perhaps you had heard him incorrectly.

Grim let out a series of barking laughter. "In what universe do you live, master?"

The flabbergasted frown on your face intensified even more. "Did you just call me... master, Grim?" you asked and turned to him in confusion.

"Woof, of course!"

A scream escaped your lips upon finding a grey dog monster sitting in front of you. Just like your trusty cat monster, blue flames flickered in his ears, and he wore a collar with a bow on it. Yet, it was a dog that stood in front of you, not a cat. And that fact was what led you to jump onto your chair in panic. "You're not Grim! You're a dog!" you exclaimed fearfully. "And you're nice! Where is my snarky cat monster? This is some sort of Halloween prank, isn't it? Ace and Deuce set you up to this?"

The adorable dog tilted his head to the side. "Ace and Deuce would never do anything that would compromise their status as model students. They're like the most responsible people I know on campus, much unlike their dormleader," he explained and continued laughing, the sound of it more akin to a bark.

It took you a little while to calm down your breathing, and once your eyes had shrinked to their normal size again, Grim took your hand with his paw and carefully helped you off the chair. You let him do as he pleased, but never ceased to eye him from head to toe suspiciously. "What? That's just outlandish— impossible," you muttered under your breath while he led you out of the library. The absurdity of the situation, however, soon drew a bout of laughter from your lips. You shook your head in disbelief.

"You're behaving strangely today, (Y/n). It's so unlike you to smile and laugh like that!" Grim shot you the happiest smile you had ever seen, and it was adorable how his tongue hung out at the side. "I like this side of yours, though. You should laugh more often."

"I'm laughing because all of this is so funny," you said and wiped a tear from your eye. There still was some part of you that wanted to deny this whole otherworldly experience. "Just tell me where the real Grim is and who set you up to this. If it wasn't Ace and Deuce, then probably Lilia? Yes, Lilia the mastermind." You seemed so confident in your guess.

"No, that's very unlike Lilia. He's the strictest student I know! He has no sense of humour and always complains about the youths. As if that old grandpa would play pranks at all..." Grim rolled his eyes in frustration.

Your laughter increased tenfold. Yes, someone really was playing a prank on you, and they were putting a lot of effort into it, too. "Alright, this is getting kind of spooky now. Consider me frightened out of my socks." Your laughter faded away into a distant echo, and you tried to remove your hand from the dog monster's paw. A disappointed sigh escaping your lips, you begrudgingly muttered, "I'll need to go now, though. My nap was way too long already. I need to study some more at home."

"If you don't believe me, then let's take a tour around campus! You seem like an entirely new person than the prefect I know, master." Again, Grim took a hold of your hand and dragged you away. "Come on, let's go! I wanted to meet up with Ace and Deuce, anyway. It's so hard to hang out with them nowadays... They're always so busy studying and doing extra-curriculars."

"I really wanna see this now." A little grin adorned your face as you trotted along beside him.

"Great, just follow me, master!" Grim chimed enthusiastically and let his tail wag.

You furrowed your eyebrows at the word 'master.' Never had you thought that you would hear that word from his maw, but now that you did, it still felt unreal. "That needs some getting used to..." you muttered under your breath, huffing. "Why have you stopped calling me henchhuman?"

"Henchhuman? That's so disrespectful!" Grim let out a gasp of disbelief and cried out, "You're the one who provides me with a roof over my head and food. I wish to show my gratitude and respect towards you."

"The next thing you're telling me is that you don't like tuna."

"It's not that I despise tuna... I'm just more fond of vegetables."

That was the last straw! None of this was real... perhaps just a fever dream that had gone on for too long already. You pursed your lips and merely laughed the absurdity off. "This can't be real! The Grim I know never eats his vegetables..." Chuckling to yourself, you casually strolled past a row of bookshelves. Through a few holes, however, you managed to spot two familiar students. Curiosity befell you at once. "Wait, who are these guys over there?"

"Those are the brightest and most hard-working students on campus: Kalim and Leona."

Your jaw fell to the floor. "That's not what I know."

"Leona is very nice! He's also very helpful with whatever you need — perhaps you need tutoring sessions?" Grim rambled on quietly, somehow talkative in this strange universe. "Kalim, however... isn't all that outgoing, and he's also very stingy with his family's fortunes. You should see Azul, though! Azul throws parties all the time and buys himself all sorts of unnecessary luxury items."

Just then, Kalim turned around and shot you two a glare that could almost kill. "Hey! Keep your voices down in the library!" the Scarabia student yelled. The rudeness of his tone almost made you faint, especially so when his neighbour chimed in.

"Kalim, no need to shout," Leona reprimanded and shot you an apologetic smile. "That's rude."

At once, you walked away as quickly as you could, by then practically dragging Grim along with you. He needed a little bit of time before he managed to match your pace, and only then did he notice the ghastly expression on your face. "Yeah, this turns everything upside down..." Now that you had seen that everyone really seemed to be the opposite of their real self, you grew giddy. A little grin appeared on your face as you eagerly chimed, "But look, Deuce and Ace are over there."

The two of them looked strange on a closer look; their hair was gelled back neatly. The strange sight caused you to stare at their hairdos in fascination, only snapping out of your trance when Ace began, "Prefect! It's so nice to see you, and you're smiling." He had his lips pursed in surprise. "Oh my, are you feeling unwell?"

"What are you doing out here? You rarely ever leave the Ramshackle Manor," Deuce continued in disbelief. "I thought you disliked spending time with us?"

A gasp escaped your lips, and you stepped forward to ruffle their hair, unable to hold yourself back anymore. "How did you get to that conclusion? You're like my closest friends on campus..." you said before playfully punching their shoulders.

Ace and Deuce gave each other concerned glances before they turned to you again, smiling in delight.

"Someone must have replaced the prefect we know, Ace."

"Strange, huh? But this is a welcome change!" Ace chimed politely. "Would you mind helping us with assisting our dormleader? Riddle is such a clumsy ditz sometimes... I swear, he wouldn't get anything done without us!"

At once, you clapped your hands in delight. "Yes, you needing my help is familiar now! Of course I'll help you."

"Wow, since when are you so willing to help?" Ace asked. "You usually don't want to hear any of our problems..."

Deuce waved him off at once and pushed him away. "Shh, don't question it! Let's just get back to the dorm." Without another word, each boy grabbed your hand and dragged you off into the direction of the Mirror Chamber.

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Upon entering the Heartslabyul dorm, the stench of burnt food entered your nostrils and caused you to scrunch up your nose. The further you ventured, the worse the smell became. Eventually, you were forced to pinch your nose with your fingers, unable to bear it any longer.

"Ew, what's this smell?" you asked in disgust.

A shiver ran down Ace's back as he woefully explained, "That would be Trey and his visitor Jamil cooking again... They do this all the time." He motioned for you to stay down and increased the pace of his walking to near run. "Stay low and try not to inhale the fumes... It's not good for your health."

"What?!" you whined in confusion. "But Trey is usually great in the kitchen, Jamil as well!"

"You don't want to try their cooking, believe me..." Deuce muttered and feigned to gag. "But if you want really good food, you should go to Lilia from the Diasomnia dorm. That guy can be quite boring with his no-fun attitude, but his food is amazing!"

As you hurried past the kitchen on your toes, two figures suddenly emerged from the black smoke that shrouded the kitchen. There, in all their glory, stood Jamil and Trey, equipped with baking gloves and a large baking form.

"Hey guys, wanna try our newest creation?" Jamil asked chipperly. "It's supposed to be apple crumble... but it didn't turn out the way we wanted it to." He broke out into laughter entirely uncommon for him, and Trey joined in. Their laughter was loud and carefree, as if they hadn't just destroyed the Heartslabyul kitchen.

"Oh no, they spotted us!" Ace yelled in panic. "Run for your lives!" He grabbed Grim and you by your hand — well, paw in the dog's case — and pulled you past the kitchen as quickly as he could. Luckily for you, Trey and Jamil made no attempt to follow you.

Once you had created enough of a distance to the destroyed kitchen, you slowed down again, all of you out of breath — not only because of the running, but also because of having inhaled perhaps a little bit too much smoke. At last, you had arrived in the common room, where you would be safe from the smoke. However, a little frown decorated your face, and you couldn't help but complain, "Hey, that was mean." You pursed your lips in guilt.

"If you had stayed one more second," Ace said, "you would have died on the spot, believe us."

Suddenly, a little grumble could be heard from a couch in the farthest of corners in the common room. You watched curiously as an orange mop of unstyled hair peeked out from the back lean. "Shh, can you cause a ruckus somewhere else, please?" the student complained before returning to whatever he had been reading previously.

"Huh?" you asked after you had left the common room. "Who was that guy earlier?"

"That's Cater, I don't know much about him, though. He's not all that outgoing," Grim began.

"He's a third-year. He reads all day long and rarely ever goes out," Deuce continued. "He's nice, though— and not afraid to speak his mind. If you need someone to talk to, he's your guy!"

Ace nodded along, then added, "He's also one of the few people on campus that don't have Magicam, can you believe that? I think he and Lilia are the only ones too old-fashioned to even have a phone. Idia is pretty bad with technology... but at least he tries his best?"

"Oh my..." You gulped your shock away. "What happened to Cater..."

When Ace and Deuce came to a halt in front of you, you almost crashed into them. Luckily, you managed to stop yourself before such a thing could happen. Grim remained by your side, curious when the other two turned around to face you.

"Well, (Y/n)," Ace asked seriously. "Are you ready to face our dormleader?"

His attitude somehow instilled a sense of unrest in you, and you suddenly didn't feel prepared at all to handle the Heartslabyul dormleader. Thousands of scenarios flooded your mind... What if he was even worse than the Riddle you knew when you had first met him? Even more rules? Even more strictness? Just as you were about to turn around and run for your life, Deuce began laughing at your terrified expression.

"Please tell me that Riddle isn't that scary," you begged with folded hands.

"Scary? No, our dormleader is the complete opposite of scary," Deuce explained and punched Ace's shoulder for having scared you so much. "He's the most relaxed and fun guy around here! Although... he can be very lazy, and you can never trust him to be reliable when it comes to projects and managing the dorm."

"It's basically Deuce and me running Heartslabyul right now," Ace explained, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

That sounded stranger than you would have liked to admit, but at last you had no opportunity to voice your disbelief. Not wasting any time, Ace grabbed the door knobs and twisted them to the side. The door swung open easily, revealing an unimaginable scene of chaos in the dormleader's room. Papers were strewn everywhere, as lay all sorts of clothing items on the floor. The scenery was very, very unlike the Riddle you knew.

What shocked you the most, however, were the flamingos that walked around in his room. Weren't they supposed to be kept in their shed in the garden? In this universe, apparently not.

"Guys! Come right over," Riddle exclaimed between wheezes of laughter. "Wanna join me in building the world's largest flamingo tower?"

Just as he had said, the flamingos were standing on each other's shoulders. Two or three were already managing to stand on top of each other, barely even keeping their balances. Next to the beginnings of the tower stood a ladder that the dormleader had climbed. In his arms was the next flamingo he intended to place on top to further increase the height of his tower.

"Those poor flamingos..." you said and winced when the lowest flamingo lost its balance. Thus, everything toppled over, as well.

"Perhaps we will help with the flamingos another time, dormleader," Ace said, deadpanning. "You need to do your homework first! We know that Professor Crewel is very lenient... but you can't always slack off like this."

"Fine..." Riddle crossed his arms like a small child after he had climbed off the ladder again. "I'll do my homework if that will make you happy."

The two first-years hummed in satisfaction, then turned to you, smiling. "We'll have to stay here, so that he doesn't break any of the Queen of Hearts' rules," Deuce said while guiding Riddle over to his desk. "But you have a fun time around campus on such a special day as this!"

"And come visit us again sometime, (Y/n). We like this version of you much more," Ace added with a wink.

"Huh, okay..." A queasy smile on your lips, you waved at them one last time before Grim dragged you out of the room again.

"Let's leave! Ace and Deuce will have their hands full..." Grim announced in excitement. "I'll show you around campus! How about the botanical garden next?"

"Sure..."

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The sound of birds chirping and the smell of the flowers that decorated the large flower beds brought some much needed sense of normalcy back. Today had been a strange day — and your friends here at Night Raven College had been behaving especially strange. The small break allowed you think: why were you here, how had you even gotten here, and how would you be able to return to your own universe?

There were hundreds of questions, of none you had the answer.

The panic that would have otherwise already taken over your senses was warded off by the peaceful atmosphere that the botanical garden brought you. Perhaps you should enjoy this little encursion. There was no benefit in going mad, was there? And, this could be a lot of fun, too.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you trotted down the cobbled paths alongside your dog companion. "At least the botanical garden is still as beautiful as before..." Your closed eyes fluttered open when your ears noticed the sound of soft snores not too far away. After a while, your searching gaze found a curled up figure in the shadow of a large tree. You tilted your head in curiosity. "Who's that napping by the tree? Leona?" you asked the dog monster.

He, however, shook his head vigorously, as if you had just said the most outlandish things ever. "No, that's Ruggie's special napping place. He's pretty lazy and sleeps all day long— never worked a day in his life. He doesn't really believe in hard work, similar to Jack... That guy always bullies me and inflicts all kinds of injustices upon unfortunate students!"

"That's really disturbing... Jack would never do something like that," you muttered and shivered in discomfort. The confused look on your face disappeared at once upon spotting a familiar pair of twins in the distance. Even from here, you could see their pearly white yet sharp teeth in their mouths. You gulped audibly and tried to pull Grim behind a bush. "Oh no, Floyd and Jade are approaching us—"

"No worries!" Grim said, not budging. "Calm down, they're really nice."

Deciding to trust him, you remained where you stood despite your instincts telling you to run for the hills. The eel twins approached you slowly, a carefree swing to their walk. Only once they stood in front of you did you notice that their blue hair was much longer than you were used to. Even stranger, their lips were twisted into genuine smiles.

"Yooo— peace be with you, brother," Jade said and extended his hand towards Grim for a high-five. Once his palm was hit by a paw, a little chuckle escaped the merman's smiling lips. "I hope you've been well."

Floyd shot you the calmest smile you had ever seen on his face. "Oh? And the prefect! May your life be full with peace and happiness." A little bit concerned, he waved his arms around, as if to ward off the bad aura that surrounded you. "You look so shaken. Just chill— Don't let the bad energy weigh you down."

"Your vibes are really not it right now," Jade said and furrowed his eyebrows. Then, he joined in on warding off the bad vibes. You had to suppress your laughter as the twins continued to flail their arms around you in a form of some ritual. After they were done, they looked at each other and nodded in satisfaction. "Let's go see how Rook is doing!" Jade chirped and pranced off into the distance. "That boy needs some of our positive energy in his life."

Floyd remained behind to give you a wave. "It was super nice to meet you, prefect! Remember to always chill~" he stressed and patted you both on the head. "Choose the way of the pacifist!" Then, he followed his brother into the distance, an eternally satisfied smile on his lips.

This was the strangest thing you had seen all day, and you could no longer hide your shock anymore. Your jaw basically laying on the floor, you cried out, "What. Was. That." Your eyes were still as wide as saucers as you slowly turned your head to the dog monster.

"Those were the hippie brothers!" Grim explained, as if nothing was wrong. "Very nice, like I said."

You shook your head in horror and buried your face in your hands. "Let's just go somewhere else... I feel creeped out now."

"Sure, would you like a snack at the cafeteria?"

"I feel faint... so why not."

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The cafeteria was fairly quiet at this hour, much to your delight. Having met such a strange version of the Leech twins had somehow put you into a strange state of mind. You were disturbed, to put it lightly. But after a little snack from the kitchen, you felt much better already. Still, you wished to get back to your real world where things weren't as hauntingly strange and unnerving.

It was like the creator of this universe had taken one singular trait of these complex characters and twisted this one singular trait into the opposite, disregarding everything else. Thus, the complex and diverse personalities of your friends had been turned into flat and one-dimensional caricatures of themselves. This probably was what made this entire universe of opposites so scary.

The only good thing you got out of this whole experience was that, in retrospect, most of the counters had been genuinely funny. But more importantly, you felt like you had grown to appreciate your friends more now. Perhaps it was good that Riddle always insisted on order. Perhaps it was good that Trey and Jamil could cook...

Your gloomy thoughts disappeared when you finally recognised another familiar face. You poked Grim's side until you had his attention and pointed to a table full with mouth-watering food. Two people occupied the table, a blond and a lavender-haired boy. They seemed to be talking with the camera that stood on the table, as well.

A sigh of relief fell from your lips. "Oh! Finally, someone I recognise! That's Vil and Epel, right?" you asked in amusement, though a sense of dread befell you. "You better tell me that Vil is still some sort of mentor to Epel, and that Vil is still famous and pretty."

"Yes, all of that is correct!" Grim nodded between snickers.

Yet, the smile of relief dissipated at once when you took a closer look at the table: there lay a massive quantity of food. You gulped nervously, a little bit scared when you asked, "Wait... what are they doing? They're not eating all of that by themselves, right?"

"Didn't you know? Vil is famous for eating lots of food in his live streams. What do they call it again? Hm... oh yes, mukbang! He's a mukbanger."

Then and there, you wanted to pull your hair out. The other things had been funny... but this was a little bit too bizarre to be entertaining. You felt plain out horrible, and you had to avert your gaze from the massive quantity of food. "No, no, no. That's so unlike him! That's not true!" you cried out in despair. "Vil always makes sure to have a balanced diet. This amount is definitely not balanced..."

"Look! Over there, we have another streamer," Grim said and pointed to another table with a camera. "That's Idia and his little brother Ortho."

You were baffled when you saw with your own eyes that he was smiling into the camera, talking in a chipper and cheerful way. "Wait, Idia is outgoing enough to be a live streamer?" you stammered out in disbelief.

"Yeah! Malleus, Vil, and Idia are like the most popular people on Magicam right now." Grim let out a little chuckle when he noticed Idia fumbling with the controls of his computer. "Although... Idia is really bad with technology, so his little brother Ortho always helps him out."

"Wait, how do I end the live stream, Ortho?"

"Just press the 'end live stream' button, brother."

You broke out into laughter as well. "Oh man, and Malleus knows how to use technology?" you asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah! He always posts about all sorts of parties he's attending."

"What kind of universe is this..." you asked yourself in amusement. This was funny, you had to admit. Your laughter grew even louder, by now catching the attention of the live stream stars in the cafeteria. "Let's go outside. I think we're disturbing them."

"Sure, I could use a breather, too!" Grim chimed and led you outside to the courtyard.

The fresh air managed to cool down your warm cheeks and soothe the aching of your face from all the laughing. Your eyes soon fell on a hunched over student by the other end of the courtyard. Seated on a lone bench, he seemed to be scribbling away in a notebook. You couldn't see his face though, his deep-black bangs covered his face.

"Who's that emo kid with the bob cut over there?"

"That's Rook. He's always had such a pessimistic outlook on life!" Grim warned, looking like he wanted nothing more than to turn around and walk away from him. "Don't talk to him, or else you'll become depressed in seconds, as well."

"No way that this is the Rook I know," you muttered under your breath, and against his warnings, you stepped forward and decided to approach him. The Pomefiore student didn't react to you until you stood right in front of him, your shadow looming over him. "Rook, is that really you? Are you alright?"

When he raised his head, you were indeed graced with the face of the usually optimistic hunter. However, this version of him had bags beneath his fox-like eyes and an unusual scowl on his face. "Oh prefect... My feelings? Don't worry about those, nobody does anyway," Rook said bitterly. "This world only brings you pain, only pain! It's full of ugly and dangerous things! There is absolutely no beauty left. But it's not as if you could ever understand me, nobody does!"

Alarmed by his sudden breakdown, you raised your hands into the air and stepped backwards. "Sheesh, you were right, Grim," you muttered once you were by your loyal companion's side again.

Just when you thought you had seen one of the weirdest things today, you noticed two figures approaching you from your right. Upon closer look, you soon recognised them as Sebek and Silver. The former especially walked at the speed of light — towards you.

A calm smile graced Sebek's features as he wrapped his arms around you. "A human... I love humans," he said and stroked your head gently, like you were a costly artifact. Then, he hummed in satisfaction and turned to his second-year friend with hopeful eyes. "Can I keep this one, Silver?"

Silver shook his head in embarrassment. "Shh, don't just go around hugging people, Sebek— I told you that it's creepy to treat humans like pets."

"Silver, you're wide awake?" you asked in curiosity. "How strange."

"I'm always wide awake," Silver replied matter-of-factly.

Yes, this was the very last straw you could take. A sense of panic made itself evident in your chest after you had freed yourself from Sebek's embrace again. You stumbled over to the dog monster and cried out, "Grim, I need to get out of here—" You couldn't take it anymore; this was all too much. All you wanted was to go back to your real friends with their real personalities.

"Why? You should stay here!" Grim whined and pawed at your blazer. "Everyone likes this version of you. The prefect from this universe is always grumpy and hates helping people — the opposite of you!"

A sigh escaping your lips, you rubbed your temples in exhaustion. "Hey, I don't smile 24/7... I'm also grumpy when I'm stressed out." Though, you pursed your lips and insisted, "I'm not from here... I want everything to go back to normal."

"Wake up," distorted voices suddenly said. "Wake up. Wake up."

You snapped your head around to find the sources of these voices, but nobody else aside from Grim stood in the courtyard with you — Rook, Sebek, and Silver had already disappeared.

Suddenly, Grim in front of you chanted, "Wake up, (Y/n)."

At once, you shot up from your table. Your back ached, as did your bottom despite the cushioned chair you had been sitting on. Your head snapped around you, and you soon realised that you sat in the library. Next to you stood none other than regular looking Ace and Deuce — as well as a cat monster!

"W-What happened?!" you cried out, still startled.

"You've been asleep for a while now, henchhuman," Grim explained and rolled his eyes. "We were worried about you! But at least you chose to fall asleep in the library..."

Upon hearing him call you 'henchhuman,' you extended your arms out to the cat and picked him up. Despite his squirming, you squeezed him close to you in delight. "Oh, Grim! Grim, my dearly beloved— I had a horrible nightmare! Everyone's personality were switched to the exact opposite— They were basically opposite, one-dimensional caricatures of themselves. It was like someone took just one character trait and twisted it into the exact opposite extreme. It was horrible! Everyone was so scarily flat... You guys were barely even human anymore, more like caricatures."

Deuce furrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Huh? Poor you, (Y/n)."

"The nightmare made me realise how much I love all of you — with all your strengths and flaws," you said, a bright and relieved smile on your lips. "There's nothing about you I would want to be different..."

"Wow, so the nightmare was that bad?" Ace asked, grinning.

You nodded, a shiver running down your back. "Let's just say I got a hell of a spook for Halloween..."

[immeasurable-depths]

When will my Imodna return from the war? 😭

Here’s a slightly angsty Imodna snippet while we wait for the next episode. In all honesty, this was meant to be smut, and then the preamble turned into its own chapter. Oops. I’ll get to the fun bit later.

Snippet here, rest on AO3 ☺️

Laudna was only half-paying attention; instead, her focus was on Imogen, huddled up next to her. Imogen leaned heavily on Laudna while the group chatted, the reassuring warmth of her pressed companionably against Laudna’s shoulder. Her rhythmic breaths grounded Laudna, affirming to her that Imogen was alive, and safe.

Imogen’s exhaustion was clear, however. Her eyes were bloodshot and strained as she shifted her gaze between whoever was speaking, nodding politely but struggling to add anything more than a sympathetic mumble or soft sigh to the conversation. Laudna felt her weight shift with time, gradually leaning more and more of herself into Laudna before resting her head against her shoulder. Eventually, Imogen’s purple eyes focused wearily on Laudna and she ran a hand subtly across her own temple. A secret sign to Laudna that she wanted to speak to her privately; silently asking permission to be in her mind.

Of course. She’s always welcome. Always.

Laudna smiled softly and nodded, almost imperceptibly. Immediately, she felt more of the tension leach out of her body as the familiar thrum of Imogen’s mind nudged against her consciousness, and the soft, drawling voice crackled comfortably through her mind. A smile crept unbidden to her lips.

Not gonna lie, Laudna, I’m strugglin’ to keep my eyes open. She smiled weakly.

I can tell, darling, Laudna chuckled internally, and her hand reached out instinctively to take Imogen’s. Even that small physical contact sent reassuring waves of comfort through her body, a warmth that flooded through her own sluggish circulatory system and warmed her cold bones.

I feel sorta like a skyship crashed into me today. Even her internal voice sounded exhausted; it made Laudna’s heart ache.

I’m not surprised. Today was… a lot. Laudna fought to keep her voice level, but it was no use: she felt her words increase in pitch at the end, the worry laced through every phrase. Well, what was the point in trying to hide it? Imogen was in her head already.

Laudna bit her lip. You should rest, dear. You’ve been through a lot. She squeezed Imogen’s hand once more, gently - too gently, she wanted to squeeze her so tightly that she could knit her back together. How else would she convey her concern, her protectiveness? But she was deliberately restrained; soft; weak.

Do ya mind if I lay down in your lap for a while, hun? Just for a little bit. You can wake me up when my watch is due.

Laudna snorted - out loud, this time, which drew a few curious looks from their new companions. Ashton, who sat next to the two of them, rolled their eyes jovially - he was well used to picking up signs of their private conversations by now.

You are not doing a watch tonight, Imogen. You need your rest.

Imogen started to protest, but even the mental thoughts were cut off by Laudna’s stern gaze boring into her. M’kay, Laud. I just need to close my eyes for a little while. Her words were already starting to slur, laden with sleep. Soon she was curled up like a cat, purple hair a tangled mess splayed in Laudna’s lap where she lay, legs folded up to her chest. The way their minds were entwined, Laudna felt Imogen’s thoughts slip away into unconsciousness like water spilling over a weir and into a calm pool. In moments she was asleep, the rhythm of her breathing slowing as she slipped away. Laudna let out a small, relieved sigh. The red storm that plagued her at night meant Imogen was often terrified to sleep; Laudna was grateful that tonight, at least, the transition had been effortless and peaceful. Her heart melted further as Imogen’s hands curled instinctively into the fabric of her own skirt, pulling it like a blanket closer to her chest.

[kats-alcove]

After-School Activities: Chapter 8

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Pairing: Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, penetrative sex, loss of virginity

Summary:

You’re a relatively innocent University student, so why are you interested in the school’s BDSM club?

A/N: It's finally happening!!!! Man, there really is nothing like the looming nature of college projects to get the creative juices (pun intended) flowing.

Read it here on AO3!

The drive back to his apartment was the first time you had ever seen Aizawa act in a way that could be called reckless. He drove one-handed, the other one never leaving your thigh. Every time the car stopped at a red light, he was turning to you, drawing you into a hot kiss. You couldn't stop giggling: excitement, anticipation, and arousal were a heady cocktail in your system.

Finally, Aizawa pulled in front of his apartment. You unbuckled your seatbelt and made to open the door, but a hand on your wrist stopped you.

“Wait,”he said, voice serious. “Before we go in: birth control.”

You blinked, vaguely embarrassed that something as important as that had slipped your mind. “Right. I’m on the pill, and I get screened yearly. The last one came back clean.”

“Responsible girl. My last check was clean as well, though I have condoms available if you’d like, but you should know that I had a vasectomy years ago.”

“Seriously?” You couldn't hide the surprise in your voice.

“Yes. I have no desire for biological children; my years teaching high school cured me of that.” Aizawa chuckled wryly.

You giggled. “That makes sense. So, no condom then?”

“No condom,” Aizawa almost groaned, and he leaned over to give you another deep kiss. “I think we should go inside now, kitty-cat.”

“ Please. ”

The two of you hurried out of the car and up the stairs. Aizawa held the door to his apartment, locking it behind you while you stepped out of your shoes. You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned, only to let out a squeal when Aizawa caught you by the waist. He spun you around, pinning you against the wall with one hand on the small of your back while the other cushioned your head.

Aizawa swallowed your surprise with a greedy kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth. He pressed against you and even through the fabric of his pants and your skirt, you could feel the length of his cock beginning to stir. Bringing your hands up to the back of his neck, you gave the hair there a tug. Aizawa pulled back and rested his forehead against your own. He was panting lightly, breath ghosting across your lips in the ghost of a touch.

“Bedroom. Please , Aizawa,” you begged.

Aizawa smirked. “Well, how am I supposed to say no to that?”

With an effortless motion, Aizawa scooped you up by your thighs, encouraging you to wrap them around his waist. This caused your skirt to ride up, bringing your core into sudden contact with the hard line of his arousal. The contact drew a moan from each of you. With a renewed sense of urgency, Aizawa stepped down the hallway, nevertheless careful not to drop you. You felt one of his hands leave you to open a door, but you were surprised not to see the walls of the playroom when he set you back on your feet.

Glancing around, you noticed that unlike the dark elegance of the playroom, this bedroom very much matched the utilitarian aesthetic of the rest of the apartment. It wasn't until you saw the yellow sleeping bag bundled up in the corner that you realized: this was Aizawa’s bedroom.

“Aizawa, what about-”

“Not tonight,” he cut you off. “No play, no scene, no dynamics. Tonight is about you and me and nothing else.”

“So should I just call you Aizawa?” you asked, fingers skimming over the knot of his tie.

Aizawa brought his hand up to help you undo the fabric. “Or Shouta. If you’d like, you can call me Shouta.”

“ Shouta ,” you breathed, and Aizawa smiled. “I think I need some help with my dress.”

You turned around, expecting Aizawa to simply unzip your dress, sure he was as eager to get to the main event as you were. Instead, you felt him step closer, hands skimming up your sides and lips pressing to the nape of your neck. Nimble fingers closed around the zipper and slowly pulled it down. His lips followed the parting fabric, showering the sensitive skin of your spine with light, ticklish kisses.

Hands returned to your shoulders to help you shrug off the dress. The fabric pooled at your feet, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. You were aware of Aizawa stepping back from the way cool air washed over your skin. Shivering slightly, you turned around, seeking the warmth of your partner.

What you saw when you turned wasn't what you had expected to see. You were so used to seeing Aizawa as a pillar of control, an indomitable, unshakeable figure. So the image of him hunched over, shirtless and wrestling with his pants because his foot was tangled in the pant leg was enough to startle a small laugh out of you.

Your giggle caught his attention and he looked up at you. Eyes raked over your form as his frustrated grimace morphed into an almost playful smirk. Faster than you could process, Aizawa was out of his impromptu bonds and tackling you onto the bed. You bounced a bit on the soft mattress.

“You think that was funny? ”Aizawa growled into your neck. He sounded fierce, but his tone was offset by the lightness of his lips on your skin and his hands on your sides.

You tugged his hair, making him look up and meet your gaze. When you locked eyes, you smirked and leaned in to brush your lips against the shell of his ear.

“Yes.”

Aizawa’s eyes flashed before he swooped down and captured your lips in a devastating kiss. You whimpered when he pressed down on you, the hardness between his legs overstimulating even with two layers of fabric intervening.  Whimpers turned to moans when Aizawa popped your bra open and closed one large, warm hand around your breast.

“Still think this is funny?” he asked, but when you opened your mouth to respond, he pinched your nipple hard, so all that came out was a light squeal. “That’s what I thought.”

You pouted and Aizawa chuckled, giving you one last quick kiss before his lips were traveling along your jawline and down the column of your neck. His tongue traced over the ridge of your collar, dipped into the hollow of your throat, swirled along the side of your breast before coming to circle around the hardened point of your nipple.

Aizawa teased the little bud with the tip of his tongue for a few long moments, long enough to have you squirming beneath him. Then he closed his lips around it and sucked at the same time his fingers tweaked the other one. You keened, back arching as the pleasure shot straight down to your aching core. Aizawa just smiled and continued his ministrations eventually switching over to your other breast and giving it the same treatment. He spent so much time playing with your tits that you began to wonder if he was going to make good on his suggestion from last time: to make you cum from your tits alone.

However it seemed today would not be the day for that, as soon Aizawa’s attentions began to travel downward once again. He scooted lower on the bed until his torso was comfortably settled between your legs. Two fingers hooked in the waistband of your panties, but before he pulled them down Aizawa glanced up to catch your gaze.

There was a silent question in his eyes, one you answered by lifting your hips off the bed. Aizawa took your response in stride, slipping your panties down your legs to be tossed somewhere in the depths of his room. For a moment he just looked at you, at your flustered face, heaving chest, and dripping cunt. Then he was dragging one finger up your folds, collecting wetness to bring and circle around your clit.

“Already this wet for me,” Aizawa murmured. ”How long have you been turned on for?”

“Since dessert,” you admitted.

Aizawa pressed a kiss to your inner thigh. “I can't blame you for that, kitty-cat. I’ve been worked up for a while myself.”

Saying so, he ground his erection into your calf, letting you feel just how hard he was. You could feel his cock twitching, constrained by the fabric of his boxers.

Sitting up to see him better, you traced Aizawa’s form with your eyes. “Do you want some help with that? I can suck…”

“No,” Aizawa cut you off. “Thank you for the offer, baby, but I don't have the stamina I used to, and I’d hate to spend myself in your mouth when I have this wonderfully warm cunt just waiting for me.”

As he spoke, Aizawa slid one finger into your heat; with how aroused you were, it was easy.

“So let’s get you nice and ready for me, yeah?”

Aizawa’s one finger was soon joined by a second, stroking in a come-hither motion directly over your g-spot. He put his mouth back to work, tongue flickering over your clit and encouraging more wetness to spill from your already sopping pussy.

You collapsed back onto the bed when Aizawa gave your clit a particularly hard suck, coupled with him scissoring his fingers inside of you. This was far from the first time he’d fingered you or ate you out, but it was the first time he was doing so in order to prepare you for something much larger. So he kept gently working your virgin cunt with two fingers until he felt you were relaxed enough for him to work a third in.

Your mouth fell open with a strangled moan as you were stretched further than you’d ever been before. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but Aizawa’s continued suckling on your clit helped you to relax enough to take his three fingers as easily as anything. You were so caught up with this new pleasure that you almost didn't notice your orgasm until it was right on top of you.

“Ai-Shouta, I’m-” was all you got out before you were cumming on his fingers.

Aizawa didn't scold you, though, or withdraw his fingers. He simply worked you through your high, drinking in your essence as though it was finer than the wine you had shared earlier in the evening. As your orgasm abated and you were left a warm, panting puddle on the bed, Aizawa pulled back for a moment to shuck off his boxers. Then he was crawling back up the bed to kiss you.

You could taste yourself on his lips.

“How do you want me, baby?” Aizawa asked.

You felt his length prodding at your thigh and moaned. “I want you inside me.”

“I know, Y/N, and you’ll have me, but what position would you like?”

“O-oh!” You had never thought about what position you wanted your first time to be in. “Can we stay like this? I want to be able to see you.”

“Of course we can. Here,” Aizawa lifted one of your legs, encouraging you to wrap it around his waist. “And then I can just…”

Balancing above you on one arm, Aizawa used his other hand to line his weeping cock up with your cunt. He slotted it in, just the tip resting in your entrance. Already it felt so different from his fingers: somehow softer, yet much thicker. You were suddenly very grateful he had taken the time he did to prep you.

Curiously, you rolled your hips down. The two of you moaned in tandem as the head of Aizawa’s cock sunk fully into you. It felt so good, just that little bit of pleasure almost short-circuiting you. Your hips moved in tiny jerks, wanting more but unsure exactly how to get it.

“Easy, baby,” Aizawa soothed. “It’s ok, I’ve got you. Let me help, yeah?”

You forced yourself still and Aizawa rewarded you with a soft forehead kiss. Then he was pressing forward, inch by inexorable inch. Every few seconds he paused to let you adjust, stroking your face and showering you in praise; how hot your cunt was, how tight, how well you were taking him, what a good girl you were being just for him.

As for you, your mind was being blown with every inch of Aizawa’s cock that was sinking into you. There was little you could do but lay there and let out high-pitched moans every so often. This continued for you didn't know how long, until you suddenly realized that you could feel Aizawa’s hips flush against you.

He was completely seated inside you, and you were so full you could barely breathe. There was no pain, something you had sort of been expecting since it was your first time. It felt incredible, the stretch and hardness of his cock something you’d been missing without ever having had it in the first place. Only one thing could make this better.

“Shouta,” you gasped. “Move, please. ”

“As you wish, kitty-cat.”

And then he was pulling out of you, lighting a completely new set of nerves and drawing a breathy keen from your lips. Aizawa withdrew until just the tip remained inside once more. He paused for just a moment then softly pressed forward again, setting up a gentle rocking rhythm that grew deeper with every thrust.

Your hips began to move almost without your conscious input, lifting to meet his every thrust. Aizawa smiled fondly at your adorably clumsy attempts to reciprocate. He hooked an arm under your lower back, lifting your hips to change the angle of his thrusts slightly.

The new angle had the ridge of his cock gliding over your g-spot with every motion, and it was driving you crazy. Your legs wrapped themselves around Aizawa’s waist, heels drumming against his lower back as you tried to find some outlet for the well of pleasure that was building inside you.

Aizawa didn't seem to be faring much better than you. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you. His movements were still composed but there was a strain to them, as though he was having to hold himself back from simply rutting into your tight cunt. His consideration for you and your first time made your heart swell and flutter.

Summoning a bit of willpower into your muscles, you brought a hand to rest against Aizawa’s cheek. “I’m not going to break, Shouta. You can let go.”

He shook his head. “I don't want to hurt you, Y/N.”

“But I want you to feel good too,” you said, pouting as best you could given the circumstance.

“Oh, trust me, I feel great, Your pussy feels amazing, kitty-cat. You’re so tight and wet, it’s like you're strangling and drowning my cock at the same time.” Your cheeks heated at his lewd words, and Aizawa continued. “It’s taking all my self-control not to flip you over and fuck you into the mattress until you lose your voice screaming my name.”

“What if I want that though?”

“Then that’s something we can explore later, kitty. But for now,” Aizawa groaned as your cunt tightened around his cock. “I promised myself I’d be gentle with you for your first time.”

“Oh-okay,” you sighed, falling back into the mattress as another wave of pleasure washed over you.

Then you were reaching up again, with both arms this time. “Can you hold me, Shouta? I want to feel you everywhere.”

“Of course, baby. In fact, why don't we…”

Aizawa slowed his thrusts until he was stopped, buried to the hilt inside you. He leaned over, arms wrapping around your torso and pulling you up to sit on his kneeing lap. Your own legs fell to his sides, while you were able to bring your arms up and around his neck. The new angle had you settling even further on his cock, feeling it press deeper than it had before. You let out a moan as your head fell to Aizawa’s shoulder.

“Is this better?” Aizawa asked.

“ Yes, ” you could barely get the words out. “Shouta, please, fuck me! ”

Aizawa didn't need to be told twice. His hands immediately fell to your hips, holding them and lifting them slightly as you felt him withdraw. Then his hips were snapping up into you as he brought you down on his cock, and you screamed.

This was what you had been missing, what you had been craving. Aizawa was still being gentle, but there was an intensity behind his thrusts now that told you neither of you would be lasting much longer. It didn't help that this new position put your clit in direct contact with his pelvis, stimulating the little button with every thrust.

You could feel your second orgasm creeping up on you, and you were quick to whisper to Aizawa. “Shouta, please, I’m getting close.”

“Me too, baby girl,” he growled. “It’s ok, you can cum whenever you like.”

Aizawa increased the pace of his hips while bringing one hand around to play with your clit. That was really all it took, with the next snap of his hips, you were tumbling off that cliff and headfirst into your orgasm. Aizawa gave a few more sloppy thrusts before he too was climaxing with a groan.

Somewhere in the haze of pleasure, you realized that you could actually feel Aizawa cumming inside you. His cock swelled and throbbed, and you could feel thick ropes of hot cum painting your walls. It was a strangely comforting feeling, as though he had marked you, claimed you in some irreversible manner.

For a few moments the two of you just sat there basking in the afterglow of orgasm. Then Aizawa stirred, pressing soft kisses up and down the side of your face and whispering to you just how good you had done and how proud he was of you. You just tightened your hold around him and buried your face in his neck, not willing to let him go yet.

Aizawa sensed this, of course he did. There was a bit of awkward shuffling, and he did finally have to slide his softened cock out of your dripping hole, but eventually Aizawa got the both of you into a hot shower. You let him wash you, and by the time he was finished you had recovered your faculties enough to return the favor.

Getting to run a soapy rag over the planes of Aizawa’s torso was a pleasure all on its own, one you hoped you’d be able to revisit frequently. Throughout all of this the two of you exchanged soft words, though by mutual agreement you left any serious discussions for the next morning.

Eventually, you found yourself back in the bed next to Aizawa. He had recovered your panties from wherever they had ended up and supplied you with another oversized t-shirt. Aizawa himself had simply opted to throw on a pair of sweats that were, to your surprise, bright pink.

“They were a gift from Hizashi,” Aizawa grumbled when you asked him about them. “And I would have thrown them out, but they're the comfiest damn pair of sweats I own.”

The fond frustration in his voice made you giggle, which in turn caused Aizawa to smile and kiss you softly. That was how the two of you spent the rest of your night, until the adrenaline of pleasure eventually wore off and you both succumbed to sleep, tangled together not just as master and submissive, but as lovers.

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

G'night, Patt.

Guess what it is, it's another prompt from @sleepyvirgilprompts. Listen, these prompts have been getting me through an otherwise dry spell. They're a lot of fun and give me a break from the continuity of my AUs while also stretching me as a writer, so you'll be getting a few more of these down the road.

Virgil was awake before be he really realized it. He stayed still a moment under the warmth of his blanket before the tingling sensation in the back of his head pulled him fully from sleep to consciousness.

He stretched under the blanket in a way that no doubt would have gotten him teased for being cat like and reached for his phone on the night stand.

2:48 AM

He groaned and dropped his head back on his pillow. He didn't want to get up, if he was being honest. He'd much rather stay in his own cozy bed and go back to sleep in blissful ignorance like everyone else got to do.

But everyone else wasn't their fight or flight response and, unfortunately for Virgil, the brain couldn't tell the difference between dream emotions and awake emotion.

And so Virgil pushed himself upright and sat for a moment on the edge of his bed, trying to focus on the tingling sensation he felt. He nodded to himself after a moment, peeled his weight blanket from the bed, and made for Patton's room.

He tapped lightly on the door, despite knowing full well the Embodiment of Morality was asleep, before slipping into the room and closing the door silently behind him.

"It's alright, P," he whispered before gently draping his blanket over a trembling and mumbling Patton. "It's okay, Popstar, I gotcha." He sat on the edge of Patton bed and gently massaged the back of Patton’s neck.

Patton whined and pressed his face deeper into his pillow.

"I know," Virgil soothed. "I know, but it's gonna make it worse if I wake you up. Just breathe, Patt, you got this. Just like I showed you, in through the nose out through the mouth, you can do it." He sat at Patton's side whispering words of safety and encouragement and massaging his neck and shoulders till the episode seemed to pass and Patton’s breathing leveled out again.

"See? Told ya you could do it. Proud of you, P." He tucked one of Patton's plushie under his arm and Patton grabbed his hand as he pulled away. "Hey," Virgil knelt to be closer to eye level with him. "Didn't mean to wake you. You good?"

Patton nodded, his eyes glassy. "Thanks for takin' care of me, k-" His voice hitched suddenly. "Virgil."

"You're welcome, P. You want me to stay?"

"You don't have to," Patton shook his head.

"But do you want me to stay?"

Patton nodded. "I don't wanna be alone."

"Alright. Scooch over." Virgil waved his hands and Patton did as he was told, making room for Virgil, who laid down beside him. "Alright, now come here." He drew Patton in close, so that his head was nestled against Virgil's side.

"I'm sorry, Virgil," Patton whispered after a moment.

"I know," Virgil answered. "I'm not-" he sighed. "I'm not mad at you, okay? I'm not...thrilled about what's been going on, but I'm not mad at you, okay? There's a lot more to it than can be addressed in a-" he checked his phone "-3:12 am conversation and it's not something I feel up to anyway. But I'm not mad at you."

Patton nodded and tried to get himself to belive it. "Thanks, Virgil," he replied, the stiffness in his voice betraying him.

Virgil sighed. "Look. I don't...necessarily mind the nicknames. Just. They make me feel weird sometimes 'cause...it's hard to explain. I can't be soft, P. Not all the time. I have to be able to get Thomas's attention sometimes and- Y'remember when...I tried ducking out, and pulling away from Thomas completely?"

Patton nodded into his shoulder.

"Thomas said I was like an alarm clock, right? That's a lot more accurate than he knew. I don't just set off the alarm for external things though, and yeah, sometimes I jump the gun a little on this things, but I'm also the alarm for internal things, subconscious things. That's why I showed up when Logan and Roman started arguing. Because there was a problem, I couldn't name it, but I knew it was there. And you helped us get there, Patton, you helped Thomas get there. But I have to be able to sound those alarms. And it's hard to sound them, when you treat me like I'm...not who I am. I've changed a lot, P, but I am not some angel. I know- I know you mean well, and you're trying to be supportive and make me feel welcome because you don't want me pullin' another ducking out stunt and while I appreciate that sentiment, I have to be allowed to be scary."

"I guess I hadn't really thought about it that way," Patton replied.

"Well, yeah, P, it's not your job. That's why I don't really hold it against you. You're trying to do you're job and I'm trying to do mine. And sure our goal is to help Thomas, but he's human. He's got internal conflict just like any other human. That doesn't make us not friends anymore. Cause we still are. At least as far as I'm concerned."

"Thank you. It really means a lot to hear you say that. And I am trying, Virge, I really am."

"I know, Patt, we all are. But change and growth are hard. They're uncomfortable. And Thomas is really working on those things right now and that's gonna have a direct affect on all of us. It's gonna make things weird and a little hard for a while. But we're gonna be okay. All of us are gonna be okay. But so are you and I. We're still friends, even friends have their spats, okay? Friendship is like any other kind of relationship, it's not gonna be perfect and there are gonna be disagreements and arguments. But we're gonna get through them. Just, y'know, maybe not all tonight cause it's now even later and I'm gonna accidentally wake Thomas up if we get into all of that. So before we go to sleep, three things okay? One: we are still friends. Two: I'm not happy about a lotta things, but I am not angry at you. Three: I love you, Patton."

"Love you too, Virgil. Thank you for telling me all of this. I'll do my best to work on it."

"I know you will. But for now, let's just go to sleep."

Patton nodded and nestled a little closer to Virgil. "Night, kiddo. Love you too."

Virgil smiled and hugged him tightly. "G'night, Patt. Sweet dreams."

[s0lar-ch3ri]

ollie centric fic ideas because i love this child (spoilers for jrwi)

a lot will be comforting for me because yes (they may start angst but ye) but anyways first idea is ollie has undiagnosed adhd and has always had focus problems and during one of like the meetings for the riptide pirates theyre going over a plan and ollie is just freaking out silently because he genuinely is trying to hard to focus but nothings working and chip notices and comforts him on it

As they talked, Ollie couldn't find himself able to focus in. He tried fidgeting with his hands, blocking out other sounds, forcefully staring at any of them, but nothing worked. He'd always had problems with this type of thing, but this time he couldn't find a way to focus in and it scared him. He was shaking and trying to hold back tears. What if he missed something important and didn't know what to do? What if Chip got mad that he didn't listen? He just stood there, staring at the floor as the voices around him were simply a blur of noises saying things his brain refused to comprehend.

"Hey buddy, are you feeling okay?" Chip bent down and grabbed Ollie's shoulder's gently. Ollie tried to look at him, but instead just starred at Chip's shirt. He gave a slight head shake no and kept fidgeting. With a collective look, Jay and Gill went off and left Chip to comfort his son.

would probs also add other oneshots in it of adhd ollie being the greatness he is but onto the next one, which is after a night of just not being sleepy, pretzel finds him and they just play around

So this is what being on board a pirate ship is like. Having your dad's I-think boyfriend's pet frogtopus come hang out with you in the middle of the night. For whatever reason, Ollie just didn't feel the need to sleep. He hadn't stayed up, he just didn't want to. Here he was now, drawing in the crow's nest, looking at the moon.

Then he heard the purr. There wasn't any cats on deck, and he knew he didn't purr. When he looked up, right on the rails was Pretzel.

"Pretzel!? What are you doing up, Gillion may get worried..." Having been around her so much, everyone onboard could read her expressions well enough as though she was speaking to them. She gave Ollie the look of "I should be asking you".

"Okay, fair." Ollie continued on drawing. Pretzel climbed onto his shoulder and watched as he drew. As she climbed back down, Ollie shrugged, thinking she got tired and went back to bed. However, barely a minute later, she returned with a set of water proof markers neatly in a bag.

"ARE THOSE GILLION'S?! PRETZEL YOUR GONNA-" She lifted a tentacle to Oliver's mouth and started showing the different colors to him. While the shade names were off by one, together they worked to color the drawings he made.

yes hed carry markers around duh anyways next fic idea where ollie, being his aged up self, asks chip if he could try the bandana of disguise out

"Chip, I wanna try something..." Ollie had thought of the idea before, but never really knew when he should ask. While Ollie had gotten used to this taller adult form, he didn't enjoy it much still. It felt off putting at times and Oliver couldn't tell if he'd ever go back to being small.

"Yeah, what's up?" Chip was undisguised and the bandana fit well in his messy hair. He had a matching one that Chip bought him, but it wasn't magical like his. He didn't even realize until now that the old one was tied around his wrist.

"Could I maybe try something with your disguise bandana?" Chip, with only an eyebrow raise, took it off and handed it to him. "What prank you tryna pull my boy?" Chip had a cheeky grin on his face.

"No prank, just, um, seeing something." After a brief explanation, Ollie tried it out. He was a bit nervous, but he thought of the image he wanted to become. Within an instant, he went from looking down at Chip, to having to look up at Chip.

i do got more but i got homework to do so ill make more later