#SIL 🥺🥺🥺

[mishapen-dear]

Dark 4halo thought of Forever keeps trying to drug badboyhalo by slipping pills into Bad's food and drinks, it's gotten to the point of where Bad doesn't like of accepting food from anyone and has to go out and scrounge for food but Forever somehow (maybe with federation workers) begins to remove or spray down available gardens with more of the cucurucho drugs basically driving Bad to go further and further out to find food and eats less and less. Or Forever tires to slip pills into Bad's auto feed backpack kkk sorry the dark thoughts are strong

no no no it's dark 4halo day today no need to apologize for sharing fandom thoughts i explicitly asked for ! you're all good! but. GOD imagining a universe where the feds + forever go so far as to spray all the available food sources... the island would be an actual hellscape. absolutely terrifying. picture bad one of the last few people on the run who has not had That Fudging Drug and he could run even further. but his friends are there. and this isn't forever. this isn't his friend. they're all fucked up and bad has nothing better to do than to try to save him. which results in him accepting a dinner invitation where forever gets more and more agitated about bad not eating anything (but he's drinking a LOT of his own alcohol) until forever tries to pull a romantic little "let's feed each other :D " there's one universe where bad, exhausted to the point of even going to that dinner, numb from grief just Looks at forever's smiling face and thinks... okay. he has literally nothing to lose. why does he keep fighting- just to feel miserable? dapper is gone. pomme is gone. the eggs are gone. and forever is so happy. would it really be so bad if bad were happy, too? and forever pours the risus into bad's wine glass and then holds it up to his lips and bad drinks. and then that's it. and then there's another universe where bad just fucking Bites Him and books it lmaoo

[paula-of-christ]

I regret to inform you all that baby fever is very real :(

[turboemmy]

some dad sil :-)

[stinkrascal]

last weekend my bf’s family invited us to his sister’s house for a crawfish boil to celebrate easter and now we’re going back down to his family’s house for ANOTHER crawfish boil which is cool but it also sucks bc i really just wanted to stay home and edit my sim pics 😭

[silver-pieces]

not a question, but i just wanted to let you know how much i love your writing! i binge read mandalorian’s mercy and it was so good i think i actually turned feral after reading it. it’s definitely a fic i’ll reread and reread again. you’re such an amazing writer!!! i’m going to reblog like everything you ever write (((: i hope you’re having a great day!!

Hi, thankyou so much?!?!!!??!!!! This is making my day 😭

[roughly6500bees]

Y'ALL I'M GOING INSANE IM GOING TO CRY (< associated song lyrics with an ocs)

[nanabanonana]

me? writing yet another sequel for [redacted]?

more likely than you think

[instantarmageddon]

Its still insane to me that getting a prescription for anxiety meds just like. Totally reset my brain back to factory mode. Over the course of like a year i went from being too nervous to walk down an aisle with more than two people in it to being the kind of person that makes small talk with a cashier and ends up talking to them for half an hour

[hellhoundlair]

on the topic of jess and sams apartment --

its normally pretty hard to see, but look at all the easels and paintings and plants on the window sils 🥺 they painted 🥺 they watered plants 🥺🥺🥺

[causewayguy]

'Pleaseeeeee, tell me where Jie Jie keep my Switchhh! 🥺🥺🥺'

Jon's sister in law, Kelly, has been bugging him the entire morning. His wife has had it with Kelly's gaming addiction and took away her console. Before she left for a work conference abroad, Jon's wife smiled sweetly at Jon and said 'If Kelly gets to have her fun, you won't get your fun when I get back next week ya'. That's wifey material for you... 

That's why Jon die die didn't give into Kelly's begging. But it's no easy task... It was a week since he had sex with his wife because of Kelly, who started staying over after her graduation. Making things worse, Kelly is forever in a flimsy top and boy shorts. Jon has been in marikita state for too long without any proper release (tfk don't count guys).

'No way sia, don't sabo me. If your sister knows I let you play, next week I can order coffin liao'

'Next week??!? Walao can la kor! You give me play now then I confirm finish before she come back. Please laaa, qiu qiu ni! I will do anything, really anything at alllll! Pleaseeee'

Kelly clinged onto Jon like a panda, her boobs squeezing his arms like two pillows. Jon felt something stirring in his pants as he stared down at the heavenly sight of his SIL. Kelly continued begging Jon for a minute, continuously rubbing her nubile body on his. So this is what heaven is like... Before he lost his mind and do something he regretted, Jon relented and revealed his wife's hiding place. Kelly screamed in delight, hugged and kissed Jon before running to get the Switch.

Jon breathed a sigh of relief as Kelly did not feel his 6 inch hard rod poking her. He quickly went to take a cold shower before heading to the gym to calm things down and increase the distance between him and this temptation of SIL.

It was late afternoon when Jon returned home, thinking all his pent up energy was released in the gym. Lo and behold, Kelly was laying flat on the living room couch. The sight of her milky body in black top and white panties immediately shot Jon's cock to attention harder than before.

After the Switch ran out of battery and she couldn't find the charger, Kelly dozed off on the sofa, dreaming of Pokemons and gym battles. A shadow fell over her face which woke her up. Rubbing her eyes, she is still rather drowsy when she saw a tall dark figure in front of her. Kelly slid her hand into Jon’s pants and felt a long leatherly bulge, growing bigger and bigger.

'An Arbok! Finally! I want to catch you!'

Kelly tried to hold Jon’s cock down with her tiny hands but also letting it slipped through her fingers. The harder she tugged, the bigger and angrier it gets. Suddenly, Kelly pulled down Jon’s shorts. 'I have destroyed your defense! Now I use mouth-ball!'

Jon groaned loudly as Kelly gave a surprise BJ. At first, she slowly savoured Jon’s cock, taking her time to lick, kiss and suck on it. She sucked on the tip and did a few quick bobs. Kelly’s tongue constantly flicked across the bottom of Jon’s cock, making it tighter and wetter for him. Jon moaned out in satisfaction and stepped back a step. Unwilling to let go, Kelly kneeled and crawled closer to Jon with his cock still in her mouth.

'You are not escaping that easily! Quick attack!'

Being at the perfect height kneeling down, Kelly launched her gawk gawk 3000. Every thrust made Jon’s cock hit the back of her throat, and Kelly started to gag. Saliva was starting to pool around Kelly’s lips and dripped down to her blouse. The hall was filled with the erotic squishy sounds with loud slurping and chocking sounds. Jon almost lost it there. Even his wife’s best BJ skill could not hold against what her sister’s mouth is doing to his cock now. Quickly, Jon pushed Kelly back onto the sofa and stepped towards her.

‘Arbok seemed to have used harden and, shit, preparing for a body slammmmmm ah ahh aahh!!!’

Jon pulled Kelly’s panties aside and started slamming his rock hard cock into her. This was his dream. He was fucking his sister-in-law, out in the open living room with the curtains all open. Most importantly, he was fucking her raw! Unprotected sex with a fresh college grad! It has been awhile since Jon felt such warmth and tightness engulfing his cock. The harder he thrusted into Kelly, the tighter and wetter she got. The lewd sounds echoed across the hall as the both of them made all kinds of moaning, mewing and cursing.

Kelly was not a virgin, but her last experience was loooong time ago. Hence, when Jon’s 6 inch penetrated her, she cummed. The feeling of hot meat brushing against her pussy wall, going deep inside her was so sensual and mind blowing. And when Jon did not stop his hard fucking as she came, the pleasure doubled as her pussy was more sensitive. Ever thrust was met with Kelly’s ‘Ahh!’ and ‘uhh!’, only stopping when they frenched.

As they were on missionary, Jon has complete control over Kelly. Her hands were grasping at the smooth sofa but has not grip on it. Jon took over and held both Kelly’s arms in front of her top, squeezing her perfect melons together. This caused Kelly’s boob to bounce even harder with the hard fuck Kelly was getting. Jon salivated at the sight of him ravaging his sister-in-law, her body being trashed in whichever direction he wanted.

One hand grabbing her arms and another squeezing her boob, Jon felt the familiar tugging sensation in his balls. Instead of slamming his entire weight onto her, Jon thrusted with speed and precision, making sure his entire length was continuously going in and out of Kelly. Feeling the difference, Kelly seemed to understand the situation and held onto Jon’s waist tightly with her legs. She even felt his cock getting bigger inside her and she whimpered at Jon, nodding her head at Jon, willing him to do it.

‘Give! Me! Your! Ar-fuckkkk!’

At the last moment, Jon squeezed his core and completely unleashed himself inside Kelly. He felt his every ejaculation, when his cum exited with force and completely drenched Kelly’s pussy, every squeezing by Kelly’s tight, warm pussy. He shot at least 5 times before relaxing into Kelly’s arm. After several rounds of orgasm, Kelly had only a minor one when Jon finished inside of her. It was the feeling of Jon’s cum shooting deep inside her that made her felt full and truly fucked that she came for the last time. They both were in total bliss for at least a minute, breathing into each other’s ears.

‘Kor~ *huff* I captured your Arbok *puff* Later can I try your Onyx…? *rubs* I want to catch them all before Jie comes home...'

[canirove]

In The Name of Love | Chapter 24

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Masterlist

We are gonna have to cancel our weekend plans 😔

Why? What happened?

I've caught the worst cold known in human history

It can't be that bad, Val 😂😂

It is. I can't remember how it felt to breathe through my nose 😔

😂😂😂

Don't make fun of me, Pedro.  I'm sick 😭😭

I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Do you want me to go and give you cuddles?

And risk getting you sick? No way

If I'm sick I can't play, and you always say that's good because without me Barça are shit and they lose all their games

Yes, that's true. But this cold is the worst thing ever and I don't want you having to suffer it too

Awww Val 🥺🥺🥺🥺

That's so nice of you

I am a nice woman

Sometimes you are, yes 😊

I always am nice, Pedro 😒

Beg to differ 😂

Idiot 😒

Still love you, tho 🤍

Try to fix it now 😒

Can I do anything to make you feel better? 

Stop calling me mean, for example 🙄

But I love it when you are mean 😏

You are so weird

Yet you love me 🥰

I sadly do, yes 🙄

Are you sure you are sick? You don't sound like it 😂 

🖕🏻

Unless being sick makes you be meaner

🖕🏻🖕🏻

Val, stop, you are turning me on 🥵

🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

🥵🥵🥵

Idiot 🙄

I'm stopping now, I promise 😂 

But if you miss me too much, remember you still have the blanket and the pillow with my face on them 

If you aren't already using them, of course 😏

🖕🏻

I love you, Val. Get well soon 🤍

Yeah, love you too 🙄

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"Val, are you sure you are ok?" Silvia asks me.

"I am. I may not be able to breathe and all my joints hurt as if I've run a marathon, but I'm fine. Go and have fun."

"Ok… But if you start feeling worse, will you call someone?"

"I will, don't worry. Now leave" I say, moving my arm. Or trying to.

"Alright. Good."

"Silvia, go."

"I'm going, I'm going. I just hate seeing you like this."

"I'll survive. Now go."

"Ok. Try to rest, Val" she says, patting my head. "And maybe wash your hair."

"Yeah, yeah."

Five minutes later, someone rings the bell.

"Urgh" I groan, getting up from the sofa. "What did you forget now, Sil… Rosy!" I gasp when I see the person standing in front of me.

"Hello, Val" Pedri's mum smiles.

"What… what are you doing here?"

"I had plans to come visit next weekend, but Pedri told me you were sick, and I decided to come early and take care of you."

"That's… I mean…"

"He said you were struggling, that it was a really bad cold. When you are that sick you need to be pampered, and there is nothing like a mother for that. And since things with yours aren't the best right now…"

"Yeah…" 

"She'll come around, you'll see" Rosy smiles. "Anyway, can I come in?"

"Yes, of course. Sorry for keeping you waiting."

"Don't worry. This is for you" she says, showing me the huge bouquet of flowers she was carrying. "I guess you know who sent them."

"I do, yes" I chuckle.

"Who knew my son had such good taste, uh? He had never sent me flowers until he met you."

"Really?" 

"Yep. You've brought up the best in him, Val. I already told you."

"I… I…" I mumble, my cheeks on fire. Though maybe that's my fever coming back.

"Now, why don't you sit down while I put these on water? You need to rest."

"Yes, of course."

"I'm also going to make you some lunch, you've probably been eating really bad."

"There is no need, Rosy."

"I insist" she says. "I've come here to take care of you, and that includes feeding you. And I'm also going to make you some homemade remedies that I know will help with that cold."

"You are too kind" I say with a shy smile.

"Anything for you, Val" she replies, taking my hand on hers. "You are my son's girlfriend, the woman he loves the most. Well, the one he loves the most after me, of course" she laughs. "You are family."

"Thank you." Don't cry, Valeria. Don't cry.

"So go lay down on the sofa and don't worry about anything else, ok?"

"Ok" I nod.

"And oh, wait" she says, taking a box from the bag she is carrying. "He also gave me this for you. He said it would hopefully make you feel better."

"Thank you" I smile, taking it and sitting down while she starts rummaging around the kitchen.

The box is just one of the hundreds of Adidas boxes Pedri has around the house, but he's written my name on it and drawn hearts all around it. 

When I open it, it is full of my favourite chocolates and sweets. From kinder eggs to Mars bars and gummy bears. And under all that, there is a small photo album, P⁠♡V written on the cover. 

"So cheesy" I chuckle.

Inside it, on the first page, there is a note. 

You already know 14 is our number. And not because your team has 14 Champions League trophies. 14 is our number because that's the day we met. The day I met the woman of my dreams. And on this little album, I've put 14 of the many reasons why I love you and 14 photos of us together. From our first selfie together on my beach, that now is ours, to the last one the other day being silly when we were stuck in traffic. I hope they make you feel better and as if I'm there with you, taking care of you. My mum's cooking is good too, but nothing like your favourite kid 😉 Get well soon, Val. I love you 🤍

"Val, do you have a… Oh my God, Valeria. Are you ok? Why are you crying?" Rosy says, sitting next to me.

"Did you know that your son is the cutest human being the world has ever seen?"

"I knew he was cute, but that cute…" she laughs. "Did he make that for you?" she asks, nodding towards the photo album.

"He did. He put photos of us together and wrote under each one a reason why he loves me."

"Aww, that is cute. Very romantic."

"And cheesy" I chuckle. "But I love it. And him. I love him so much…"

"Oh, come here" Rosy says, hugging me while I start to cry. "He also loves you very much, you know?"

"That's what he says."

"And he doesn't lie. I'm his mother, I know him better than anyone. And I also know he couldn't have chosen a better person to spend his life with."

"Even if I'm older than him?" I say, moving to look at her.

"Even so" she replies, wiping away some of my tears. 

"I wish my mum would understand it the way you do. Because this is real. My feelings for Pedri are very real. You say I bring up the best in him, but he does the same with me. Never in my life have I felt more me than I do now, and it's all thanks to him. He has helped me find my true self, to be completely happy with who I am and my life. But my mum only sees the age gap and that he is a football player, though she didn't mind that when she thought I was dating Ferran. She doesn't see that I am the happiest I've ever been."

"But she will. She just needs time."

"That's what Pedri told me after that disaster of first lunch we had together, but... We've never had a good relationship, you know? I've always felt like she blames me for ruining her life."

"Oh, Val. Don't say that."

"But it's true. My dad left her the moment he found out she was pregnant and we've never heard about him again. She had to give up on her dreams and her career to raise me."

"And I'm sure that if I asked her, she would tell me that you've been the best thing that has ever happened to her and that she would do it all over again."

"I don't know…" I sigh.

"She would, Val. Because she's raised an amazing woman, one to be very proud of."

"You are gonna make me cry again" I chuckle.

"And I may cry with you too" Rosy laughs. "But you need to be patient with her, Val. You know this relationship isn't what people are used to."

"If I was dating a man 10 years older, they would not judge me this much."

"Oh, they would. But not for the same reasons."

"Yeah, true" I chuckle. 

"She'll come around. And if she doesn't, you know you will always have me."

"Thank you, Rosy" I sob.

"You're welcome" she says, hugging me again. "And since I'm gonna be something like your mother… You could do with a shower, Valeria."

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Silvia said that I should probably wash my hair, but I've been feeling so poorly that…"

"It's ok, don't worry" Rosy chuckles. "I've smelt worse, I have two boys, remember? But why don't you shower while I finish making your lunch?"

"Yes, of course."

"Perfect" she smiles. "Also, do you have a squeezer? That's what I wanted to ask you earlier."

"Yes, on the cupboard on top of the fridge. We don't use it that much."

"Once you've tried my magical remedy for colds you will, you'll see" she winks, her gesture reminding me of Pedri. 

"Thank you, Rosy."

"What for?"

For coming today. For taking care of me. For raising that amazing son of yours. 

"Just… everything" I shrug.

"Well, you are very welcome" she smiles. "Now go shower."

"Yes, of course" I smile back before going into the bathroom. 

[pedrito-friskito]

Hi,

and I'm back for sleepover saturday sdvcdvd how about prompt “I trusted you!” readers saying the prompt with Ezra please?? 🥺🥺🥺

SIL. HI DARLING ♥️

quite literally anything for you my sweet. ezra is always such a challenge for me to write and honestly I had NO idea where I was gonna go with this, but I kinda love it?? hope you enjoy 💕

request are open until saturday midnight!

aurelac angel

(word count 1.4k)

You found him half-dead. Hole in his suit, filter nearly completely out, the plexiglass of his helmet cracked in two places.

He’d have died if you hadn’t stumbled upon him. He was lucky. He got lucky.

The Green is not for the faint of heart; you know that. Years of experience, working first with your family, then with other scavengers, before finally venturing out on your own. It was risky, going solo, but you knew the area well enough, knew yourself well enough. It would be better this way. Some of the scavengers you’d travelled with had worked out, but others had left you high and dry, broke with a bad taste in your mouth. You wouldn’t make that same mistake again.

You’d hesitated, at first, finding him in a heap on the forest floor. You’d taken his weapons first, adding them to your own collection, making sure they were unloaded and unusable until you changed that yourself. He was well-prepared, all the proper tools tucked carefully into his suit and pack, and a smaller lockbox, cuffed to his wrist, which you knew must be full of aurelac.

Your own was hidden back on your lander, six locks and security codes between it and the outside. You were well prepared. 

But prepared only enough for yourself. That’s what had you hesitating. You’d planned out your rations carefully, made sure you had enough for yourself and then some, but feeding another person, you hadn’t counted on that.

You hadn’t counted on him.

You had half a mind to leave him, like any other scavenger would, leave him to the forest, to the beasts the lurked in the shadows, the spores in the air that would take his life quietly. You could take what you could from him, figure out a way to pry the case of aurelac from his wrist. If it was filled enough, you could cut your trip short, head for the freighter earlier than you’d planned. 

But then he looked at you.

His eyes were dark, like hunks of obsidian in his skull, and his hand flashed out, wrapping around your ankle, squeezing weakly. “Put me out of my misery, girl,” he said, his voice thin and reedy through the helmet’s speaker. “Please, don’t leave me here to die. Kill me now, if you plan to take what’s mine as your own. Don’t let the moon take me for itself.”

You hadn’t.

You hadn’t killed him, either.

Against your better judgement, against every thought in your head that screamed at you to do the opposite, you brought him back with you. You patched his suit and his helmet, hooked his filter up to yours, and half-carried him back to your lander. He’d passed out halfway through the journey, turning to deadweight on your arm, and that first trickle of regret had shot down your spine.

Once you got him inside, thoroughly decontaminated the both of you in the lander’s O2 chamber, you’d laid him out on your cot. His suit was old, had probably seen more trips than you had in your lifetime, if you had to guess. You set his helmet aside, making a mental note to see if you could try and repair it, and then tended to the man himself.

Of course, he had to be handsome.

Dark eyelashes fanned his cheeks as you undressed him, finding multiple wounds, both fresh and old, beneath his suit. Scars littered his body, everywhere from his face to his feet, and you cleaned the open ones, using up a good portion of the first aid ointment you’d brought in the process. He started to rouse as you worked, his dark hair slicked against his head with sweat, save for that little white patch, like a spot of moonlight.

The worst of his wounds were on his left leg, fresher than the rest, blood caked onto his skin, and it took time to deal with, a few spots even needing stitches. That had him awake, springing upright, pushing against your grip. He yelled something unintelligible, but when his eyes landed on you — still as dark as they’d been out in the forest — everything about him softened.

“It’s you,” he said, voice quieter than it had been outside, barely above a rasp. “I truly thought you’d leave me to die, pretty thing.” He chuckled, the corner of his mouth twitching up. “And yet, here you are, nursing me back to health like some kind of angel.” He fell back again, chest heaving with breaths.

“I patched your suit,” you tell him, resuming your work. He winces a few times, but stays still as stone. “Not sure if I can fix the helmet though.” You pause, reaching for the bandages in the first aid kit. “What happened to you?”

“Caught myself up with the wrong kind of crowd, angel,” he said, staring up at the ceiling of the lander. “The wrong crowd, indeed. Although, if it was fate that tossed me together with them, then it must be fate that has swept me into the hospitality of such a beautiful thing as yourself.” A full grin now, stretching across his handsome face. “Perhaps my streak of bad luck has ended.”

It’s far too easy to get mesmerized by his voice; you knew that from the first night. He spoke, and you hung off his every word, drinking the words down like they were water and you were dying of thirst.

Ezra, he told you his name was. At first, you weren’t sure if you believed him, but it suited him so well, and the name was uncommon enough for you to think it true. You told him your own name in kind, and the way it rolled off his tongue made your stomach fill with something like the flutter of bird wings.

But still, you were hesitant.

You gave him no notion that you had as much aurelac as you did; you weren’t a fool. It didn’t matter how handsome he was, you were both out here for the same thing. You didn’t ask about the case, which he’d unhooked from his wrist, but still kept close to him at all times, no matter what you were doing.

You shared your meals, nursed him back to health, helped him regain the strength in his leg. He told you more truths about himself, and you returned in kind.

The next time you went hunting for aurelac, he was at your side. You split the harvest equally, and that night, he kissed you for the first time.

It didn’t stop at kissing. Life on the Green is lonely even when you have travelling companions, but Ezra laid you bare in a way no one else had in a long time. He licked at you until you saw stars, pushed his way into the deepest parts of your body, making you feel things you’d never felt with another. He held you closer than anyone else ever had, burying his face in your neck, eloquent words of praise on his lips, bringing you to peaks you’d only ever dreamed of falling from.

You knew he was burrowing his way into your heart, as well.

But still, you’re hesitant.

So when you come back to the lander one day, find your safe wide open, and the man you’d saved from the edge of the death it sitting amongst your now combined harvests, inspecting every stone from every angle, your heart sinks into your toes.

“I trusted you,” you breathe out, and the words are almost a sob. You nearly stumble backwards out of the lander, but he’s up in a flash, crossing the space to you, reaching for your wrists.

“You misunderstand, angel,” he says instantly, fingers brushing around your face, tracing your outline. “I’m not robbing you, I swear it. I’m merely,” he glances over his shoulder at the the pile, “taking stock.”

“Taking stock?”

“I have a buyer Earth-side,” he tells you, still holding your face. His words are so reassuring, his voice mesmerizing as ever, but you’re still hesitant. “The amount we have here, angel, it’s enough to get us a good life, believe me. A life without scavengers, without poison air and beasts that lurk in the shadows. A good life, angel, a safe life.”

You balk. “And you want that…with me?”

He kissed you slow, tasting your lips in a way that made your toes curl in your boots. “There’s no one else I’d rather share my life with, sweet angel. No one at all.”

[landograndprix]

Reading the comments and your replays is almost as fun as reading the story. Thank you for engaging with us and all crazy theories. This gives us an insight we couldn’t get from SMAU.

Also, maybe Manon is in love with our girlie. I feel like, with all of the Cherles’ drama she thought she stood a chance. That’s why she was so hurt by Lando and texting. Maybe she finally realized no matter what, girlie prefers dick.

Plus, with Charles gone all the time, she was basically a second parent to Zoe. And remember those comments about MILFs being her type.

Now to the brightest theme

I can see Max Fewtrell being a good friend to both Lando and her and the bond she’ll have with his brother and SIL cause parents trauma connects them.

Hope we get to learn more about her family situation, but also how the rest of the Leclercs deal with falling out.

I love talking about this with you guys because I know I can't put every single detail in a smau! ☺

You're actually the first one who noticed the Manon thing, I really thought I made it obvious!

Uncle maxie? like he isn't really sure how to handle a kid but damn he's trying his best because that's his and pietra's lil' princess 🥺

We'll definitely get into her family, we haven't really touched the childhood trauma out girl had to go through and still is going through and the leclerc's...I don't think lorenzo and pascale have heard the news yet, not sure what Arthur is doing though.. 👀

[faeryarchives]

scarabia with a yoimiya-like gender neutral s/o!

a talented pyrotechnician filled with uncompromising childish innocence and fiery passion as they excels in their craft of creating fireworks that symbolize people's hopes and dreams.

: ̗̀➛ kalim al-asim

"ohayoooo kalim! ah, this is great! i feel so relaxed all over, i could almost float away. so anyways, what are we going to do today?"

if people didn't know that you aren't the prefect at all - they would've thought that you and kalim are related in someway because damn you just radiate sunshine energy ☀️

you are like two peas in a pods! if you feel very happy then kalim feels happy too, when kalim is feeling down you feel very sad

"sil told me that you were looking down earlier so i snuck out and brought you here!"

"is that a fire- woah it became so many goldfish fireworks!"

yeah you guys were caught by jamil when you almost put the whole garden on fire but hey that's worth a shot and kalim is smiling again

would absolutely fight because you guys love each other more war 🥺

"i love you kalim!"

"i love you more!"

"no i love you more."

it ends up with you hugging each other but you still love him more

despite having similar personality with kalim, you would still prevent him from doing any reckless decisions

after knowing that you are good with kids, kalim would bring you back to his hometown along with grim to meet his parents and siblings and they end up loving you too much that they didn't want you to go back home 😵‍💫

"(naaaaaaame) can't you stay with us and play?"

"henchmen quick lets escape!"

"noooooo! (name) is my partner don't take them away from me we are going back!"

"hahahaha... hey kids how about this, when i come back again we will play a lot okay?"

they eventually agreed after you give them some of your handmade keychain of your signature goldfish tattoo ueueu

every time nrc would hold school events, crowley would always ask you to be in charge of the fireworks team and of cource you agree to it which leads to kalim being very supportive and happy for you

"oh my gosh let's go (nicknaaaame)! do you want some snacks? are thirsty? hungry? or maybe tired do you want me to hug you to give you energy or a ki-"

"ok i have seen enough pda for today, let's go we are in charge of decorating our dorm. goodluck prefect."

definitely would watch the fireworks on the magic carpet with you and kalim in each others' arms watching your precious work go up and bring smiles and amazement to your friends

"i finally realize what fireworks symbolize for me."

"oh? what is it then?"

"it's a secret." this caused kalim to let out a long whine and hugging you closer making you laugh at his antics. deep inside, what really fireworks symbolize for you - is feeling the love and appreciation people shows while enjoying your passion and work.

: ̗̀➛ jamil viper

no words can say how much jamil is proud to be your boyfriend because you were just amazing in every aspect

without him knowing, the vice dorm leader find himself more at ease after boyfriend - even smiling more often

"ne ne jamil, if we've got nothing else to do, why don't i tell you a story?"

"hmm? sure thing, i just finished cooking lunch for the four of us later."

"sweet~! did you know that back in my wor-"

adores your stories, it never fails to put a smile on his face and it always got stuck in his mind that leads to kalim being surprised when jamil started chuckling after looking at some goldfish on display

even though he loves you so much, jamil couldn't help but feel strict whenever you forget to do your tasks especially when they are due an hour of tomorrow.

jamil 🥺💜: your alchemy assignment is due tomorrow did you do it already?

(nickname) 😎🌺: of course i did!

news flash, you did not do the assignment

and jamil heard from grim you did it an hour before your alchemy class but hey you got a perfect score!

he adores the way you would try to put on some of your hair clips on his usual braids

don't tell him but your contact number on his phone is the one where he is smiling while holding your festival pouch

whenever you two got alone time, you would either be dancing with jamil in a slow dance or have him teach you street dancing

"is it like this?"

"which on= wait no you are about to fall!" by the time you realize it, jamil saved your fall by catching you with a relieved sigh.

"um hehe? nice catch?"

much to his surprise, you brought back a parrot with you when you texted him that you have something important to say

"why do you have a parrot."

"ok its a funny story but hear me out."

it turns out the important thing was saving the parrot from a certain hunter and you decided to bring it back with you since the parrot reminds you of jamil and it became your child, it was very spoiled making grim let out complains

overall? the viper is so glad to have a very understanding and amazing partner like you and he couldn't wait for you to meet his sister.

"i feel like you an najima would get along great."

"ooooh! maybe i will ask her about your childhood pict-"

"no."

sometimes i just want to cry because i almost finish this like three hours ago but then the page reloaded by itself and i didn't get to save 😭 i hope you guys enjoyed ~

[psychedelic-ink]

SIL - I love your idea for challenging yourself. (You never fail to impress me with the risks you take!)

How about Marcus Moreno with amnesia trope and a royalty AU?

Love youuuuu ❤️

Cat!!! thank you so much for this one! I don't think I've ever written amnesia before, or a proper royalty au for that matter, and I really enjoyed writing this. Though, I technically Marcus isn't a royal in this but hopefully, you'll still like it! Honestly, I could see myself expanding this one into something longer 🥺❤️ also looking at Marcus gifs gives me pain because he's so dreamy look at his eyes ghhhhhh I'm gonna die

I LOVE YOU MOREEEE ❤️

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒

pairing: marcus moreno x fem!reader

genre: amnesia trope + royalty AU

word count: 878

summary: After surviving an attack that leaves you with no memory of her past and who you are, you, the princess, joins a group of rebels fighting against your own corrupt family's regime.

warnings: brief mention of blood

The wind is a blessing. It can carry on the smells from far off the lands, warn you of either danger or peace. You remember as a child you would constantly sniff the air. Your parents would warn you constantly, berating you and telling you it was rude to behave like a bloodhound. They didn’t understand you. No one in your family did. They didn’t understand that you could tell what was happening by what the wind carried. Be it the scent of blossoming flowers and sunshine or ash that sticks to your lungs. They didn’t understand. 

Now the wind caresses your skin. It’s gentle. Trying to wake you from your deep slumber. The soft blades of grass brush your arms. A faint chatter reaches your ears. You begin to stir, eyelids fluttering as you wake. You witness the blue sky, the fluffy white clouds moving lazily above. You slowly get up, a sharp pain lodged in your temple. You inhale a sharp breath. Touching where the pain blossoms, you lower your hand and see blood. You part your lips in a silent scream. 

You smell water, and turning your head you see a lake. The surface is decorated with delicate water lilies. You don’t admire their beauty and rush towards it on all fours. Your heart beating in your throat, you attempt to splash the wound with water. You hiss out in pain. 

The next splash of cool water is to your face. Water droplets smooth down your skin. You breathe heavily. With pinched eyebrows, you try to remember how you got here. Your gaze drops to your rippled reflection in the water. You’re wearing a green dress, emerald earrings dangling from your ears, and a pearl necklace decorating your throat. You touch the cool stones. They do little to relieve you. 

“Need help with that?” 

You jump as you turn around, the damp ground slipping from underneath you. The man is quick to take a wide step, taking a hold of your hand before you take a dip into the lake. Still holding you, he kneels down. His fingers are warm against your skin. 

“Good morning,” he says softly. Only then do you notice a small camp forming in the background, people scurrying about. Your eyes widen when you notice the influx of weaponry being carried around. Your eyes move back to him. He must’ve sensed your fear because he squeezes your hand. “I’m not going to hurt you. You were already here, unconscious, when we came.” 

“I…” you swallow and pull your hand back. “Did you kidnap me?” 

“What?” he snorts, looking aghast. “No, we didn’t kidnap you. “Don’t you…remember what happened to you?” 

You shake your head, tears stinging your eyes. Your head throbs painfully and instinctively you touch the wet wound again. “No,” you whisper. 

The moment hangs in the air, a weighty silence punctuated by the sound of wind and soft waves washing over the surface. Your hand sinks further into the soil, the waves threatening to pull you further in. This is the first time you actually take notice of what this man looks like. His hair is a tousled mess of short brown locks, with a softness that beckons you to run your fingers through it. The curves and lines of his jaw and chin are accented by the subtle shadow of his beard. His eyes, a deep brown hue, seem to dart back and forth between yours, searching for some hint or clue about your past. His eyes don’t look like one of a criminal’s. You relax. Your shoulders fall, and your heart rate returns to normal. 

“You must be a noble.” he suddenly says, more to himself than you. His eyes drop momentarily, either to your lisp or necklace, you can’t tell.  “You must be.” he mutters again. 

“I…I really don’t know.” 

“Do you remember your name?” 

You shake your head, lips pressed tightly together. He gives you an understanding look and momentarily past you, observing the surroundings that lay behind you. 

“My name is Marcus,” he says barely above a whisper. His gaze moves back to you, your pulse thrums loudly under your skin. “How about we call you Lily for now?” 

You nod, still silent. He smiles. “Alright then,” Marcus stands up and offers you his hand, you take it. You feel the scars and callouses that seem to map the inside of his palm. “Let's get that wound cleaned and we can try and find out who you are.” 

“Sure,” you answer, grimacing at how scratchy your voice sounds. Swallowing, you gesture to the camps. “What is all of this?” 

Some of the men give you odd looks and your steps slow. Marcus squeezes your hands two times, you inhale slowly and follow him. 

“It’s a bit scary looking isn’t it?” a low chuckle escapes his lips, leading you into one of the tents. “I think it’s best for you if you don’t know. For your own safety.” 

Only days later, your memory still lost to you, does Marcus reveal who they were. A small rebel group preparing for their fight against the throne. Liberating one town at a time. He tells you that you need to leave, find your family, they would be leaving soon and he offers to drop you off at the city. 

But you don’t leave. Instead, you join them without knowing it’s your own family you will be fighting against. 

[silver-pieces]

Coming soon...

Final Edit:

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