#fanfic oneshot

[smokersbaby]

Op men when their s/o asks to choke them

Characters: Law, Crocodile, Smoker (can do more on request) CW: NSFW content, chocking, creampie (no breeding kink included), rough sex (Crocodile part), size kink, minor errors. Notes: got inspired by last night with my s/o, these are my favourite three characters in OP, I hope you enjoy this! I am Italian so I'm sorry if phrases don't sound so fluent, I'm trying my best to improve my writing 💕

Trafalgar Law

You were taking him so well, his pace going faster and faster and his hips bouncing on you. His hands were holding yours over your head and his eyes were set on you, as to tell how much he wanted to bury himself inside of you. His moans were becoming loud as if he was almost there, you could also tell it by the stiffness of his muscles tensing above you. Seeing him like that was making you lose your mind, you could feel your peak coming right like his, clenching your walls against his hard cock. But you wanted more, something inside you wanted him to grab you by the neck while fucking you so well, like you were all his. At the moment it was really difficult to put words together since you were lost in pleasure, the only thing escaping from your mouth were moans. "L-Law..." you tried to say, he was watching directly at you and supposed you wanted him to stop so he lowered his pace. "No, please continue" you immediately said, in the meantime you let his hands go from the grip over your head. You grabbed gently his wrist bringing his hand over your neck. He understood in less than a second what you wanted, so he tightened his grip on your neck a little bit, just to let you know you were all his. His pace returned to be fast and powerful, your eyes watering for this kind of pleasure that made you want more and more of his thrusts. Law was feeling in control and this sensation made him lose his mind. You were so close to your climax and he could feel it too, so he closed his hand on your neck more knowing how much you liked it like this. That thing sent you over the edge, you reached your peak and so he did in the same moment, feeling your insides milking his stiff cock inside of you. He loosened his grip and kissed you softly on the lips a moment after, changing his attitude from tough to sweet in a second. He laid up hugging you waiting for you to fall asleep in his arms, needless to say, he was smiling for having discovered this new kink of yours.

Sir Crocodile

The sound of your ass hitting against his skin was filling the room, you were bouncing on him with your hips, taking all of his large cock inside of you. It was kind of unusual for such a man to lay down and watch you fuck yourself with his cock, for once you were the one in charge. You could move with ease in this position, choosing to take him deep further inside or not, teasing him. This thing was making Crocodile upset, he didn't like this kind of game. You were smirking at him, taking just the tip of his dick to see him irritating. Maybe you were playing too much with him because all of a sudden he decided to turn the tables coming on top of you. You didn't expect him to react in such a way, but somehow you wanted to feel him make you his in any way possible. He was laying on top of your back, sticking his aching cock between your thighs in your wet cunt from behind. A loud groan came from his mouth the moment he entered you, finally able to decide the rhythm of the thrusts. You were between the mattress and his body and feeling his weight all over you made you want him to choke you at that moment. You tilted your head slightly to the side since it was pounded into the mattress. You could barely see his face from that position but you didn't need to see him for asking such a thing. "Choke me," you said firmly, Crocodile wasn't waiting for more, he put his large hand on your neck squeezing it and thrusting his cock deeper in you the moment he grabbed you. You were so full of him, at that moment you thought that if this was his reaction you were going to ask him to choke you every single time. You couldn't help but smile being fucked so roughly and deep by your man.

Smoker

"F-fuck, you're so tight…" Smoker said breathing heavily above you. His large cock was stretching your insides as if it were your very first time, which it wasn't. He was so big compared to you, his muscles covered by a thin layer of sweat due to fucking you so passionately. You were under him, chest to chest and hugging him trying to grab his back with your hands but it was kinda difficult because of his size. Even though you had just begun, he was almost at his limit, maybe because of how your cunt was wrapping his cock or because he was madly in love with you. His thrusts were so deep and slow, his pace was killing you and you wanted more even though you were almost crying in pleasure. Smoker's mouth was kissing your neck making you moan, suddenly he bit it gently, and that thing made your thoughts come out of your mouth. "Please choke me…" you said whispering in his ear. He stopped for a moment, this kind of request sounded completely new to him, even though he was a really big man he was soft on the inside. Smoker looked at you in the eyes to understand if that was what you wanted, he seemed confused so you decided to help him bring his large hand over your neck. His cheeks blushed a bit seeing you smile under his soft grip. He understood you were comfortable in it so he tightened his grip a little bit making you moan and starting again to thrust his cock inside of you. "You like it like that baby?" he whispered, you didn't need to answer because your moans were speaking for you. His rhythm was getting faster and you could feel him at his limit, also the lack of air was taking you almost there. Smoker leaned down on your mouth to kiss you while still grabbing you by your neck, his tongue was craving yours and the hotness of that kiss brought you both to your climax. Your nails dug into his back while you were creaming on his cock as he did the same in you with his cum. A second after he lay on you almost squishing you into the mattress, but you loved how you could feel him so close like that. "I didn't expect you could like such a thing, but I think I may like it too," he said kissing you on your forehead.

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Not A Drop

Here is the one shot for my first giveaway winner @monluciferly! Enjoy!

Lucifer x Sinner reader

Word Count: 2.4k

CW: Trauma, War, Anxiety, Fluff, Fear, Depictions of Violence

The night before the extermination had finally come, and everyone that would be involved in the next day’s battle against Heaven was at the hotel celebrating together. Lucifer sat at the bar and looked around the room at all of the faces of sinners he had barely gotten to know, Rosie’s band of cannibals, the residents of the hotel, his daughter Charlie and her girlfriend Vaggie, and finally, you.

Lucifer heaved a great sigh as he looked at you, partly out of love and partly out of fear. You had arrived at the hotel not long before Lucifer had his first visit to the hotel when he had reconnected with Charlie. He had started to get to know everyone at the hotel after that, but something about you really drew his attention.

You treated him like a normal person, you treated him with respect but didn’t trip over his royal status. You weren’t afraid of him either, you just accepted him as he was. You had the patience of a saint, yet somehow you ended up here, in Hell. Neither of you knew why you had ended up here, but you had accepted it with grace, making statements of how if you were there it must have been for a reason, and you had come to the hotel to help others and try your own hand at redemption.

He clenched his fist thinking of it. How could fate be so unfair, that an angel like you would end up here instead of in Heaven where you belonged? Away for all of this, blind to the idea of war. Away from him and all the trouble he was. But no, instead you were here to be part of the light that kept him going, and being so irritatingly stubborn at your decision to take part in the war, no matter how hard he pleaded for you to stay out of it. To stay at his manor and be protected from the angels.

You two had only confessed your blossoming feelings for each other the night before, and though it made Lucifer want you out of the war completely, it had only deepened your resolve to fight. If you two loved each other, you would fight to protect anything he loved and held dear, especially Charlie. He loved and hated that. He just wished you could understand how he wanted that protection for you too. That if he had it his way, that he would be the only one fighting. This was the first time he had started developing feelings for anyone since Lilith, and he did not want that to slip away in an instant.

You excused yourself from your conversation with Vaggie and Charlie to walk over to Lucifer. He watched breathlessly as you walked towards him. Golly, you were beautiful. You stopped just short of him.

“You plan on just staring at me longingly across the room all night?” You ask with a cheeky smile.

Lucifer sighed “Maybe… just want to savor this, in case…”

You tipped his chin up to meet your gaze, “Oh stop it, you act like I am so fragile,” you chuckle, “I’ll be fine. I’m a tough girl, I tie my own sandals and everything.” You gave him a soft, playful punch to the arm.

He gave a weak laugh and looked away for a moment, and then back to you, studying your face.

“There is really nothing I can say to change your mind, is there?”

You shook your head, “Nope! I need to do this. I already ran from one fight, I’m not running from this one.”

Lucifer sighed with defeat, remembering the story of what had caused your death in the first place. A few weeks ago, you had told Lucifer the story of how you had been caught in a street fight with your brother and his friend. You weren’t involved in any of the gangs in your area, but they still ran the streets where you lived, and when they happened you needed to defend yourself or run. Half decisions were a death sentence. Your brother and his friend had guns on them, they offered you another, but you were scared and refused. Your brother had covered you while you ran, and he ended up getting killed, you stopped and turned to see him fall to the ground instead of continuing to run, and that is when the next bullet came for you.

Lucifer knew that you believed this was your second chance to redeem yourself. That something like this might be what gets you into Heaven, or at least, atone for what happened that night. He looked down at your angelic weapon of choice, a sword where you had written your brother’s name on the inside of the hilt. He looked up at you and cupped your check, giving you a soft smile.

“Alright, can I at least steal you away for the rest of the night?” He said holding out his other hand. You smiled and nodded, taking his hand. You both said goodbye to the rest of the hotel crew before teleporting of to Lucifer’s room to snuggle the night away. At least with you by his side he was likely to get some sleep that night.

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The next morning, you all were outside of the hotel, weapons prepped for battle, ready for the onslaught of angelic exorcists. Lucifer stayed out of sight, also prepped and ready, but only for if the right combination of things happened that would allow him to join the battle. Due to the deal with Heaven, he was not able to intervene unless a hellborn was attacked, which meant either Charlie or her guardian’s Razzle and Dazzle. If you were attacked, Lucifer would be unable to aid you unless the first requirement was already fulfilled to be able to enter battle.

He was so conflicted on how he wanted this all to play out. He hoped his presence was not needed at all, but he wished he could be by both Charlie’s and your side from the jump. But he needed to follow the rules, which drove him crazy.

Soon the portal from heaven opened, and an army of angels started to pour out into the red skies of hell, led by Adam, the first man himself. Lucifer felt his blood boil just looking at him, but he held back. He watched as the beginnings of the battle started to unfold, starting off with Alastor creating a magical barrier that separated the hotel from half of the angels, giving those on the ground more of a chance to pick off the few angels that had been trapped inside. Lucifer hated to admit it, but it was a good strategy.

Lucifer continued to remain at a distance, watching the battle is it unfolded. Inside of the magical dome, you and the others were beginning to take down the angels that have been trapped inside with you. Feeling your sword cut through the air, and send the golden blood of angels splattering to the ground made you feel proud. You weren’t a fan of violence, but you were proud to be doing your part to protect the hotel. Hearing Charlie’s comments of hope also made you smile.

You heard a loud crack, and you looked up to see Alastor’s dome was smashed apart by Adam, and they began their fight up on the roof of the hotel. Without the barrier, the group started to have a lot harder time, keeping up with all of the angels, including you.

Lucifer’s anxiety was increasing as he watched the scene continue to unfold. Charlie seemed to be handling herself, especially with Vaggie at her side, but you were slowing down. He watched as Adam came down and started to attack everyone on the ground, then Pentious giving his life for everyone else. Charlie summoned more of her demonic power and called Razzle and Dazzle into their full form.

“That’s my girl,” Lucifer whispered to himself.

He then watched as Adam struck Razzle, and as if he were released from shackles that were holding him in place, he unfurled his wings and bolted for you right as an exorcists was about to plunge a sword into your shoulder, and he quickly zipped you off to the sidelines.

You wiggled and fought his hold “Lucifer?! Put me down! I need to fight!!”

“Ňø ŷøų ðøņ’ț!” He yelled in a demonic tone, horns out and eyes red. It made you stop, you had never seen him like this. He caught himself and his face returned to normal.

“I’m sorry… I…” he looked up and saw a cut on you face dripping red blood, mortal blood. He grabbed your hands, “I’m so thankful for everything you have done, for Charlie, for the hotel. The criteria has been met for me to be able to finish this off, and I plan to. I need you to stay up here.” He looked over your face, you opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off. “I could hurt them. I could kill all of them, but not you. If it was up to me,” he reached up to swipe his fingers along your check to heal the cut, “you’d never see a single drop of your own blood again.”

Your eyes welled with tears and you smiled, putting your hand atop his on your check and leaning in to softly kiss him on the lips. You broke the kiss and leaned your forehead against his.

“Ok, I’ll stand down. Now go get that son of a bitch, baby!”

Lucifer hugged you right and then jumped off with a smile and flew back over to the battlefield, plunging his fist straight into the side of Adam’s face as he loomed over Charlie atop the hotel roof. Adam went flying and Lucifer caught Charlie as she fell.

“Dad?” She looked up at him with a smile.

“Sorry I wasn’t able to be here sooner, sweetie,” Lucifer said as he set Charlie down.

Adam grunted as he dragged himself out of the rubble, “OK seriously? How many of you freaks am I going to have to fight?”

Lucifer rolled up his sleeves, and started to walk towards Adam, “Oh, I’m the only one that matters. You see you mess with my daughter, and now, I am going to fuck you!”

The entire battlefield went silent with confusion for a second.

Charlie leaned in closer to her father and whispered “It’s “fuck you up”, Dad.”

“Wait, what did I say-“

Lucifer was cut off by Adam lunging at him, and then flying into a wall together. Lucifer quickly brushed himself off and took the fight to the skies. He started teasing Adam as he dodged Adams attacks like they were nothing. Eventually, Adam got fed up and sent a blast of angelic light through the center of the hotel sending it to crumble into pieces, Charlie falling along with it. Luckily, in the last second Lucifer was able to scoop up Charlie again.

“I got ya,” he smiled down at her.

She smiled back up again before seeing Adam fly down at them, “Dad, look out!” They turned together worked to grab Adam and send him flying into the rubble of the hotel below.

Adam landed hard into the ground, breaking off the remainder of his mask, and showing his human face. Lucifer flew down with Charlie in one arm, his full demon form out on display, all six of his wings flapping angrily, fire spitting from his mouth.

“Yøů çømę äț mē ąñð mŷ ðæűğħțěř?! Ðøń’ț føřġęț, ÿøū’řę ïn MŸ ħøůşę, bįțçħ!” He says in a demonic voice, setting down Charlie and starting to beat Adam to a pulp on the ground. He is about to strike Adam with a blow of fire before Charlie stops him.

“Whoa, whoa, Dad! He’s had enough.” Lucifer looks up at Charlie and then back down at the mangled first man below him. He nods and gets up “How’s is mercy taste, you little bitch?”

“No,” Adam says trying to get up, he was now surrounded by the rest of the hotel crew, “You don’t get to end this. I am Adam! I am the fucking man! And you are just some clown or somethin’! I started everything on earth, all of mankind came from these fucking nuts! You all should be worshiping me, you ungrateful disgusting, fucking losers!”

At that point a knife skewered through Adam’s chest from the back, his eyes went wide, and his mouth hung a gape, before he to forward, revealing Niffty holding onto the opposite end of the knife.

Everyone stared at her in disbelief.

“Niffty?!” Charlie shouted.

Niffty looked down, smiled, and continued to stab Adam’s lifeless body, sending more golden blood spilling across the ground.

Lute, Adam’s second in command screamed and flew over to his lifeless body. Lucifer walked up to her and loomed over her, she looked up at his smirk.

“Now, take your little friends, and ĞØ ĦØMĘ! Please,” He said with a smile.

Lute growled and reluctantly whistled for the other angels, opened the portal back to Heaven, and they all flew away.

The rest of you looked around the war-torn grounds of where the Hazbin Hotel once stood, and collectively breathed a sigh of relief and sadness. Lucifer went to go give Charlie a long and reassuring hug before flying back over to you.

You were so happy and relieved to see him fly towards you, you didn’t even wait for him to get all the way to you before, jumping up and into his arms, where he pulled you in tightly and spun you around in the air.

“You did it! You won!” You cheered as your eyes filled with tears, then you looked down at the remains of the hotel.

“No, we won, my love,” he then dipped you mid air and gave you a long passionate kiss. You sighed and held him as closely as you could before he broke the kiss.

“Now! I don’t know about you, but I think we have a hotel to rebuild,” he said looking into your eyes.

You smiled brightly at him, “Let’s do this!”

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥’𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐝

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(A fem!reader x Lucifer Morningstar NSFW one-shot)

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Lucifer.

The sweetest end to a life of misery. The dimmed light at the end of a dark tunnel. The succubus of depraved dreams.

The very reason why you begged to be sent to Hell.

And, coincidentally, the very reason why you wanted to stay.

For, really, what was the use of residing in Heaven when God’s hair didn’t fall in perfect blonde curls? What was the use of dipping into paradise when the Lord’s eyes weren’t so piercing? Or when the Almighty’s lips didn’t curl up at the ends, like a mischievous cat that felt hunger clawing at its lungs? And what was the point of staying in nirvana when the lights hurt your eyes? And when the angels’ symphony was simply too damn loud?

That’s just it.

There is no point. There never was.

In your opinion, although the air smelled of sulfur and death and rotted campfire smoke, Hell was a much better place. It was warmer, for starters. And it was… it could be… eerily silent. You realized that early on into your job when you began cleaning Lucifer’s chambers on a daily basis. Because outside of that private space, the world was filled with the faintest screams of the damned. Constantly. Every day - morning to night, even though time in that realm worked in strange ways and could not often be measured. If you cared more, you were sure you’d find it maddening. But you didn’t care. There was no reason to. Because unlike those subjected to whatever punishment they deserved, you were favored. Sort of. Kind of. Well, maybe not entirely, but enough. You were favored enough.

After all, no one would expect Lucifer Morningstar to have a maid. Someone to polish the floors, wipe down the columns, sweep the stairs, make their bed and tend to the flames whenever they burned. Someone to dust the surfaces and make sure nothing was out of place. Someone to keep the Lightbringer’s world tidy.

And yet? Yet, there you were. Breathing in the strange hot air, sweating slightly in your constricting white uniform, getting down on your hands and knees or stretching tall or nearly bending over backwards to clean anything you could. To make sure that they wouldn’t notice a lack of proper upkeep because you took your job very seriously and to do something wrong or to miss a small speck of dust was to be crucified. No pun intended.

Though looking beyond that- looking beyond your ‘duty’ and your life… there was something else. A different sort of loyalty simmering beneath the surface of your skin. Begging to reveal itself any time you were around your employer. Your Master. You never said it, but you thought it. Often. ‘Yes, Your Majesty.’ ‘No, Your Majesty.’ ‘Thank you, Your Majesty.’ always translated to ‘Yes, Master.’ ‘No, Master.’ ‘Thank you, Master. Thank you so so much.’

You were almost certain that no other servant they had wished to refer to them as such, but you didn’t care. It was, after all, difficult not to be affected by them. By their power. By their mere existence. They were the rebellious. They were the dark. They were the end and the beginning. The bringer of light and death. They were the anti-Christ… the anti-life, as they had even claimed to be. And although you’d never admit it, that strange familiar heat that warmed and bubbled within your heart, was the very reason why you defected. Heaven may have taken you first, yes, but upon realizing how utterly… empty… it seemed, you realized it wasn’t what you wanted. It wasn’t fulfilling. It wasn’t satisfying. It wasn’t exciting. And you hadn’t met the Creator, no, but that didn’t matter. When you complained, begged, argued, the angels grew sick. ‘Throw them to Hell, then. The silver city doesn’t need any more traitors.’ And it was then to the traitor’s realm that you went. Falling from the sky, sent by the Heavens; tumbling to the floor, received by Hell. Upon arrival, you wondered briefly if you had made a mistake. The air was too hot, the sounds were too much, the world was too gloomy. But then you looked up. Bruised and aching and breathing heavily on that marble floor, you looked up…

…and felt divinity for the first time ever.

For there- illuminated by flames and standing tall and lit with a glow that God simply didn’t have the power to take away- was the Lightbringer themself. Lucifer Morningstar. Goodness they were taller than you could ever imagine. And far more graceful… far more lethal. With great leathery wings of midnight and contrasting pale skin as smooth as porcelain; with strong tapered fingers and long limbs and such a sculpted side profile… you could do nothing but stare. In awe? Perhaps. Wonder? Most certainly. Love? Well… was that really possible? To love The Devil at first sight?

“What do we have here?” A voice, rich and deep and knowing filled the stagnant air; and thus confirmed that yes, actually, one could fall in love with Lucifer Morningstar a second after meeting them.

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But memories such as that were only ones you held close to your chest when trying to sleep at night. No one would ever know them. No other demon, no other Lord, no other damned soul. For any memory, any dream, any wish you had where Lucifer’s name was mentioned were ones you wanted all for yourself. Yes, there were people (demons) out there who would understand your… infatuation, for lack of a better word, but that didn’t matter. In fact, that was exactly the reason why you wanted to keep such thoughts to yourself. Jealousy was the death of lovers, and Lucifer was a being you wanted all to yourself.

Well… as if that were possible.

Really, the only time you spent together was in your head. And outside of that, you merely passed them in the hall, reported to them in the morning and evening (hard regarding Hell’s time-zone but you figured it out), and showed up when summoned. Of course all you discussed was work and any upcoming events that the palace needed to prepare for, but other than that - nothing. Nothing at all.

You tried not to take it personally. The Devil was busy and you were just their maid. You kept their home tidy and they compensated you with room and board. That was that. And you tried to accept it, really you did; you tried so hard not to drape yourself over their bed when you cleaned it and you tried not to imagine what those cold fingers would feel like dragged upon your skin… but when you were waxing the floors on your hands and knees and the clicking of their heels could be heard from down the hall- your mind lost control. It ran rampant. It turned fuzzy, dripping into a strange ‘shut-off mode’ that focused solely on Lucifer. Solely on Lucifer and solely on the desire that ran through your body at the very thought of them.

Them… with those strong wings and long fingers and soft jawline… with those sharp high heels and that penetrating gaze. Knowing everything, seeing everything. Spiraling with something sultry, burning right through you, matching the dark wickedness of their lips. Oh those lips… they made an appearance quite frequently within your dreams. Caressing the hill of your shoulder, pressing to the soft insides of your thighs… such gentle perfect lips, literally carved by something divine. Admittedly, they seemed flawless from afar, but you knew the truth. You knew that there was a single scar on the right side of their upper lip; it blended in with the paleness of their skin, but your eyes had memorized its location. Your eyes snapped to it when they spoke. Your eyes traced its shape; wider at its northern tip and thinner toward the bottom, where it ran into the delightfully pink flesh of their lip. Your eyes stroked the tiny flaw and yearned to feel its depth beneath your tongue. Your eyes… and your eyes only. For no one, perhaps save one or two powerful beings, had gotten as close to them as you had.

It was one time, when you had first started. Mopping wasn’t that hard of a task, but at the time you were inexperienced and unaware. Specifically when The Devil themself was standing behind you, observing your attention to detail as you wet and re-wet the same spot over and over again. And it was only when they cleared their throat, gravelly and low, that you had gotten a fright. You nearly jumped 20 feet in the air as you let out a gasp, turned around, stepped back, and of course promptly fell right on your ass. You would always remember the confusion that swirled around in your little mind as Lucifer stood over you, watching with amusement. They were pressed against the world, as tall as a skyscraper, larger than life and stronger than destiny. Stronger than fate. Stronger than any other seraphic being to ever exist. And you were nothing beneath their heel. You were nothing in comparison to them. And for some reason- for some twisted, maddening, intoxicating reason- you found that inexplicably attractive. You found that unbelievably desirable. You found that far more bewitching than anything else in the world. And whether they noticed that or not didn’t particularly matter as, in the next moment, they leaned over. Bending at their slim waist, placing one hand on their hip, reaching out with the other and delicately wrapping cold fingers around your jaw. The touch made you short-circuit, causing your eyes to widen like a scared puppy’s as you stared up at them with wonder and fear and a myriad of other exhilarating emotions. You weren’t sure if they could see the way your heart was surging within your chest, pushing at your rib cage and begging to be swallowed whole and torn apart by those perfectly imperfect white teeth, but- again- it didn’t matter. That wouldn’t have stopped them from the way they tugged you forward, dragging you through the soapy water; or from the way they leaned down, slow and scary, purposefully making you wait for their words. And you played into it all, hanging on by a thread as your throat bobbed with the effort to hold back a sudden whimper.

Then soft lips parted; blue eyes, tinged with a brown and green ring around the pupil, stared; and you noticed the scar in that second. You noticed it and you felt your mind melt out of your ears.

“Careful, maid,” The Devil purred, “wouldn’t want you to break anything now, would we?” And although it was just a moment, being there with them like that felt like a lifetime. You remembered that their breath smelled of figs, and wine, and something akin to metal - blood, you had guessed some time later. And because you didn’t have a response then, Lucifer let you go. They pushed your face away with a strong hand, leaving you to scramble and press back onto your palms. The feeling of their touch lingered as they stepped away, donning their familiar sneer, and clutching their hands before them. “Clean this up,” and they turned to leave, “Otherwise you’ll have more than a few broken bones to nurse.”

And once again, you were left alone.

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For some time after that, you were sure you had dreamed it. The mind, after all, could conjure powerful images when knee-deep in admiration; and you were well-past that point. But upon seeing the scar again in the light, when they were looking over one of their flames, you realized it had been real. It had all been real. And thoughts of them continued to create mountains in your head, and make your fingers twitch while you fell into dreams, and left a searing heat boiling in the depths of your abdomen when you woke up. It was terrible. It was everything. You wished you could feel their touch again. You wished, all the time, that you didn’t have to imagine their longer fingers pressing onto your tongue and making you drool. Or that you didn’t have to infer what it would be like to kneel before them and put your lips to their leathery boots and kiss and lick away the ash and dust that gathered there. And for as much as you did enjoy fantasizing, thinking such things was beginning to mess with your job; keeping you distracted as you nearly burned yourself against the fire while cleaning the bowl that held it.

Sometimes, only when you were alone in bed, you wondered what it would have been like if you hadn’t asked to be sent to Hell. Perhaps you’d be pampered amongst the clouds; drinking anything you wanted and feasting on anything you wanted and feeling the love of anyone you wanted. Or maybe you’d still feel the emptiness that overcame you when you first arrived at those pearly gates. Maybe you’d still feel unsatisfied and cheated and terribly curious about what lurked on the other side of mortality. What sludged along beneath Earth and the Heavens. Yes, maybe you’d still yearn to be in Lucifer’s grasp; even though, in that timeline, you never met them.

Goodness, what a terrible thought. To have never met the Lightbringer? To have never seen their smirk or their glare or that damned scar on their lip? That sounded horrid. Honestly you preferred not to exist at all rather than be devoid of their presence. So thank goodness it was all just a thought; a dip into the wonders of ‘what could’ve been’ - and thank goodness you fell asleep each night within that hot air, breathing in the scents of Lucifer’s domain, and knowing that somewhere nearby they paced the halls or lounged within their chambers. That knowledge in particular was rather nice; it was comforting to know you were safe; claimed by the second most powerful being in the universe. There was a hierarchy within the palace, yes, but that didn’t matter. You were their maid. No one could touch you.

And if anyone dared to test that theory… well you had become aware of the consequences some time ago. The group of important demons due at the palace during that time weren’t very nice to you. From wandering eyes to thinly veiled threats- they had smelled your ‘fresh blood’ the moment they stepped into Lucifer’s hall. But then promptly forgot where they were. And who they were talking to. And who owned the person they were talking to. Safe to say, only someone with a death wish would comment on your white uniform.

But despite that, you wore it with pride.

The mark of the prettiest Angel- having fallen and survived. Pure white, reminiscent of the highest honor; the softest wings, the most saintly color. You wore it and you wore it well. The skirt was knee-length and comfortable, the puffy sleeves were short and didn’t chafe, and the collar was high, hugging the sides of your throat in a similar fashion to the one beautiful garment that Lucifer wore from time to time. You enjoyed the thought of matching with them… you enjoyed the implications of being theirs. And although you weren’t allowed to wear any jewelry, that never stopped you from admiring the pieces they owned. Resting comfortably in an ornate box that sat atop their dresser were different types of rings and even one or two necklaces and a single set of earrings. They were all made of real gems/silver/gold, but you knew that The Devil didn’t particularly care for riches. They had it all. One less diamond wouldn’t kill them. And that was, perhaps, another reason as to why you couldn’t help but feel weak when they slid into your mind.

Such a powerful being… so nonchalant… and they spoke so slowly… so deeply… and they walked with such height… and had the prettiest lips… and the longest fingers…

“This doesn’t look like cleaning to me, little maid.”

Your heart did a somersault within your chest as you looked up. Your eyes were wide. Their eyes were heavy-lidded. Amused. Looking down at you as they stood with their fingertips pressed together in front of their waist, standing and haloed by dark wings. All you could do then, stuck beneath their attention, was swallow harshly and try to control the sudden shaking that overcame your body.

You’d been caught red-handed. Literally. Standing beside their bed, staring at the silk blood red sheet that ran against your palms, held tightly in your hands. It was halfway off the mattress and spilling a bit onto the floor, and you were caught in the middle of your own mess. A change of sheets rested on an armchair behind you, but that didn’t matter. You were caressing the fabric with your thumbs. You were basking in its softness. And you had lost track of time, too focused on your own memories- your own depraved thoughts- to realize that The Devil themself could walk in at any moment. It was their room, after all. Complete with a large four-poster canopy bed, a distinguished vanity, a set of armchairs and a table, bookshelves that lined the far wall, and two other doors that led to their bathroom and closet. It was, admittedly, your favorite place to be in the entire palace. The fireplace was always burning - the colors of the room were a good mix of onyx, crimson, and gold - and the smell there was far different than the smell in any other part of the underworld. For instead of anguish and sin, the air toyed with the light scents of freshly blown out candles, jasmine, and vanilla. Every time you walked in there to clean, you took a deep warm breath and resisted the urge to curl up on their bed and take a nap.

Though as you stood before them, on the other side of their half-covered mattress, you wished you had previously dared to fall asleep there before. It would have been a fascinating story to harbor after being banished, considering The Devil most likely didn’t care for those who caressed their divine bedding.

“Just what exactly were you doing?” Their voice came again, breaking your mind’s descent into the clouds and instantly yanking it back down to Hell.

A quick nervous glance up told you that Lucifer wasn’t angry. No, they were more amused than anything else. But then again, that seemed to be their constant state of existence around you. As though you were a dumb little puppy who didn’t know how to do much beyond cleaning and when they caught you thinking, they thought it was funny. And perhaps it was funny. You did often lose your voice around The Devil, so you may just as well have acted like a scared little animal in their presence…

…was that what you were doing then? Glancing every which way, unable to make eye contact, feeling the heat of the fire seep into your skin? Shaking slightly and secretly wishing that they’d grab you by the arm, throw you onto the bed, and have their wicked way with you?

Well… the more you thought about it, the more time you wasted. So you swallowed your tongue and cleared your throat.

“I was- um- cleaning, Your Majesty,” you bowed your head and clutched your hands in front of you.

A small hum filled the air. You felt your heartbeat on your tongue.

“Are you certain, little maid?” They spoke softly, deeply, running their fingertips along the edge of the mattress before pulling their hand back and assessing the state of their skin. “Because to me, it seemed as though you were rather… distracted.” And Lucifer smirked upon seeing the cleanliness of their fingertips.

And while they did that, feeling a strange sense of pride and lust curl up within their being, you felt your heart drop.

Distracted….

of course…

…They knew.

They knew.

One could never keep anything from The Devil; so why in the underworld did you think you were any different? Why did you think you could keep something like sin away from the Lightbringer’s eyes? They were always so careful with words - always so choosy - always one step ahead… and they knew.

They knew about the needy little dreams that plagued your nights. They knew about the blush that you woke up with, and the shake in your knees when you got into the shower and found your own hands wandering from your chest to your thighs. They knew about the heat that bubbled between said thighs, and how the ache- the terrible burning enticing ache- pushed you to take care of it in the only way you knew how. With searching fingers and light touches and soft moans muffled by the white fabric of your pillow; with distracting thoughts and lewd whimpers and sinful pleas- begging and begging and begging the Lightbringer, The Devil, to pleasure you until your heart melted against your insides. They knew about all that and they knew about the little whispers you spoke to yourself when the water spilled from behind the curtain and dripped down your face and created the perfect cover up.

Or… what you thought was the perfect cover up.

In reality, it seemed there was no place in Hell that The Devil could not reach. That The Devil could not hear. That included your shower. Your bath. The bed you writhed in at night when you imagined their teeth attacking the flesh of your chest. And your tummy. And your thighs. And your neck and calves and back… And in a similar sense, they heard every single thing you murmured to yourself when the flames in your room were extinguished. The faint cries of ‘Master’ as you let the soap slide down your arms; the muted whines of ‘Yes yes yes right there-’ as the steam pressed to your bathroom mirror; the mewls that escaped from your wanting lips, hugging the tile of your shower, incriminating you with every little noise…

Oh they heard it all.

And because of that- you were completely and utterly fucked.

“My my… such a strong heartbeat. One could even say you were- frightened.” Their voice was closer than it was before, and when you blinked, you found that they were slowly- slowly slowly slowly- crawling onto the bed.

Your body froze as you watched two large hands press into the mattress, swiftly followed by a knee. They were clad in a rich mahogany leather; an outfit that clung to the muscles in their arms and legs, spanning broad across their chest and still leaving room for their wings. Oh those wings… Twitching gently as they stalked toward you. You, being their prey. You, being their victim.

And as soon as that realization clicked into your slow silly little mind, you did the only thing you could think to do when filled with terror: you begged.

“Pl-please, your Majesty- I- I am so so sorry for my behavior. I have been inappropriate and- and- disrespectful and stupidly idiotic. I promise you it will not happen again, please, I am begging you- please understand, I-” you stopped.

You stopped, abruptly silenced by the slim finger that pressed itself to your lips. Their skin was just as chilled as you remembered it. And their eyes, when you looked up into them, were far more entrancing than they had ever been. As if The Devil simply could not help the way their very soul reacted to your submissive behavior. ‘Such a silly little maid,’ they were probably thinking to themself, ‘such a silly little maid with her silly little outfits and needy little sins. The poor thing had no idea that I heard it all….

…And the poor thing has no idea what I will do to her because of it.’

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Hope you enjoyed! I will be working on requests for a bit now and taking a short break from my other fic. I have not watched The Sandman so if some things are wrong, I apologize. I do hope I also did well with Lucifer’s characterization. If I did not, I again apologize. Thank you for reading. - Ripley

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[misted-buttercup-enjoyer]

UT Month Day 10: Snowdin

“Here we are in Snowdin!” Chara did jazz hands while presenting Frisk with the small settlement. “When monsterkind first ventured forth from the Ruins, some monsters with thick warm fur to keep them safe from frostbite settled down among the white powdered snow. How is it snowing down here? We don’t know. And we don’t need to! I still want to, though.”

Yes, on the subject of I– Frisk thought. But as usual, Chara kept talking instead of elaborating about themself, at all. Not that Frisk was going to pressure Chara to talk about things they didn’t want too, but for some reason Chara rarely lingered on themself or their feelings, focusing most of their sentences on Frisk. “You” was prized highly over “I.”

“Now,” muttered Chara, “Listen closely. Monsters come in all different shapes and sizes and subspecies. Some are more humanoid than others. They’ll probably think you’re just another monster, at least in town. Or, so I hope. Be careful, though.”

Frisk nodded, tracing their fingers across the “Welcome to Snowdin!” sign before entering the store. A small ringlet of silver bells hung on the door, clinking welcomingly as Frisk stepped into the cozy wooden room. Behind the counter stood a purple bunny monster. Frisk waved, stomach fidgeting a bit with nerves. Would this monster lady fight them right-here-right-now if they were recognized as human?

“Hello traveller, how can I help you?” she greeted them cheerily. Chara gave a sigh of relief and Frisk grinned. 

“Can I–have one–of those?” requested Frisk, pointing to the warm, sugary-looking, bunny-shaped cinnamon bun in the display case.

“Certainly, if you can pay for it,” agreed the store lady, politely ignoring Frisk’s stutter as she bagged up the cinnamon bunny. Frisk rooted around their pocket, praying they could afford some food. Lucky for them, they had just enough to pay for it!

“There goes the last of our money,” commented Chara apprehensively. “Well, you do need to eat…”

Frisk started digging in right away, heedless to the sugary stickiness getting on their face, sweater sleeves, and even in their hair. Their young age led to messy eating. 

“So–what’s–some town–his–story?” asked Frisk.

The store lady didn’t seem to judge Frisk for their messy eating. “Think back to your history class…A long time ago, monsters lived in the Ruins back there in the forest,” explained the store lady. “Long story short, we all decided to leave the Ruins and head for the end of the caverns. Along the way, some fuzzy folk decided they liked the cold and set up camp in Snowdin.”

It’s just like you were telling me! Frisk thought at Chara. Chara nodded, as if listening for some detail they couldn’t find.

“Oh, and don't think about trying to explore the Ruins… The door’s been locked for ages. So unless you’re a ghost or can burrow through the door, forget about it!”

Chara, maybe we should try heading there! Most of the time in the books I’ve read or games I’ve played if there’s somewhere you’re told you can’t go to, you should go there!

“Frisk, remember? The Ruins was where Toriel lived. You just left there.”

Oh yeah. Frisk took another bite and chewed more slowly. I forgot what it was called.

“What should–I do–in Snow–din?” asked Frisk.

“You want to know what to do here in Snowdin? Grillby’s has food, and the library has information. If you’re tired, you can take a nap at the inn. It’s right next door–my sister runs it.”

“Oh, con–gratu–lat–ions!” stuttered Frisk.

“Having a sister isn’t really meant to be something you say ‘Congratulations’ for, just for social reference,” Chara noted absently.

Frisk nodded impatiently. 

The store lady went on. “And if you’re bored, you can sit outside and watch those wacky skeletons do their thing. There’s two of ‘em. Brothers, I think. They just showed up one day and…asserted themselves. The town has gotten a lot more interesting since then.”

Frisk giggled. I know all about the skeleton brothers. Frisk shoved the last of their cinnamon bunny in their mouth and licked their fingers clean. They ran their tongue over their teeth and tried to squeeze out any remaining pieces of food. When they were satisfied that their mouth was finally devoid of all the syrupy deliciousness, for better or for worse, they asked, “How’s life?”

“Life is the same as usual.” For once, the store lady looked slightly discouraged. “A little claustrophobic. But…we all know deep down that freedom is coming, don’t we?” She smiled gently. Frisk tucked their dark hair behind their ears reverently as the store lady continued in a soft tone of voice. “As long as we got that hope, we can grit our teeth and face the same struggles, day after day…That’s life, ain’t it?”

Frisk nodded. Without a word they waved goodbye and exited the shop.

I feel bad for her, Frisk told Chara.

Chara nodded, looking a tad uncomfortable.

I feel guilty, added Frisk.

Chara flitted their gaze over Frisk’s face and sighed. “Listen to me. Look at me and listen to me. I never thought in a million years I’d be saying anything like this, but…”

They referenced themself directly almost five times, marvelled Frisk. I think that’s a new record!

“It’s not your fault for being born human.” A brief pause, a deep breath from Chara. “You are not obligated to give your soul to anyone or any cause if you want to keep living. You do not belong to a prophecy. You belong to yourself. You. Don’t. Owe. Them. Anything. They’re trying to kill you. The situation has changed.”

I guess so.

“You know so. Now, who’s ready to explore Snowdin?!”

I’m ready to explore Snowdin!!!

“Good!”

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

We are NOT stopping to ask for directions!!! (FNaF:SB AU Sun/Moon x Reader drabble)

You are NOT LOST, you know EXACTLY where you’re going!!!

FNaF:SB AU drabble

Spaceship AU Sun and Moon x (Gender neutral) Reader

Just a little silly drabble I did for fun a few days ago. Not super good or anything, but it’s a taste of the three chaotic bastards being stuck together and getting along slightly better than expected! (takes place pre-reveal)

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“... You’re absolutely sure you kn-”

“YES! I’m SURE! I’m the SUREST I have EVER BEEN.”

“And you’re sure you don’t want to check the map…?”

“No! I mean, yes, I am sure that I don’t need… You know what I meant! I don’t need help, and I don’t need your map.”

You huffed, hunching your shoulders. You bounced one leg as you squinted through the glass, scouring the starscape in front of you for that one hook-shaped nebula you knew was here BEFORE Sun had started critiquing your navigating skills.

… Okay, so maybe all he had said was ‘Um, remind me, captain, where we’re going, again?’, but it was the TONE, okay?!

Moon leaned into your field of view, also looking out at the stars, though with a much milder, unbothered air than you currently did. You made a face, already knowing that he was going to be an even more annoying brand of smart-ass than Sun was. 

“Perhaps,” he drew out the word, lingering on the ‘s’, “it’s time to curb our pride and turn on the autopilot.”

You huffed, sticking your tongue out at him when he couldn’t see. ‘Curb our pride’ your ass, HE was the one that operated the autopilot! “No, it is not about time to do that. The place I’m heading to isn’t even on your map.”

Sun leaned in from your right, fidgeting with his hands. “Unmapped? Are you sure this place is safe, captain?”

You puffed out your chest. “100%. I’ve been there several times. And, NO,” you shot Moon a look before he could speak, making him smile and raise his hands in mock surrender, “we don’t need to stop at any nearby hubs for directions, I know these stars like the back of my hand. You guys are lucky to have the best navigator this side of the Cloud Nine Nebula on your side, a little appreciation would be nice.”

Moon smiled, nodding and stepping back as though conceding defeat. “Of course, of course.”

He sounded amused. Jerk. You made a face at him, turning pointedly away to hide your burning cheeks. 

“Err… Captain, I don’t mean to interrupt, but we… have been going in a circle for several minutes now…”

“It’s a SHORTCUT, okay, you guys are way too DISTRACTING, it’s ruining my concentration! IF we’re lost, and that’s a HUGE if, it’s you guys’ fault for throwing me off my game.”

[b00knerd1o1]

Wednesdays Introduction to Squishmallows

Summary:

Enid brings a colorful squishmallow into the dorm room and it goes about as well as you would expect.

The methodical clicking of her typewriter could lull anyone into a trance, Anyone but Wednesday Addams. She stays vigilant. She Runs through her novel ideas, types them up, and keeps tabs on her surroundings simultaneously. Little in her surroundings requires her attention. Enid had snuck out for the night. Thing was resting peacefully next to her, and little else in the isolated room would warrant her attention. Despite the tranquility around her, Wednesday keeps all her senses open. She might not have supper hearing, but she still catches onto the thrumb of footsteps rushing up the stairs. She continues her work- even when the door swings open with a bang- but devotes more of her attention to her surroundings than before.

The sound of Enid flopping onto her bed with an annoying crinkly bag floats through the room. She had been on a late-night shopping spree. What could warrant the bubbly girl to set out in the middle of the night for one eludes Wednesday. She feels that if she asks her roommate, she will be trapped listening to her drone on about mundane, inconsequential facts, so she stays silent. Thing, on the other hand, swings off her table and scurries over to Enid to see what treasure she has brought back.

“Hello, Thing!”  Enid’s overly cheery voice rings out, accompanied by more shifting and plastic crinkling. Wednesdays cant see Thing to discern what he communicates, but Enid’s side of the conversation tells her all she needs to know. “It’s so cute, right? I’ve wanted to get one forever, but I never saw one I really liked until now! When I heard they were getting a shipment, I knew I had to get one. No matter what!”

Her attention is fully drawn to the conversation for a second, her fingers stall over the keys to her typewriter, and she cocks her head slightly to the side.

“Come join us Wednesday!” Enid’s voice rings out before she can correct her mistake. She reluctantly turns around but stops dead when she sees the enormous egg-shaped ball of pastel rainbow sitting on Enid’s bed.

“What is that?” She asks, horrified.

“A Squishmallow,” Enid replies as if it should be obvious.

“And what exactly is that?” Wednesday asks, not dating, to take a step any closer to the abomination.

“Their supper fluffy stuffed animals. Try hugging it!” Enid trusts the toy forward, and Wednesday quickly sidesteps.

“I don’t engage in hugging, and I would never touch something so horrendously and unnecessarily colorful.”

“The color is half Its appeal!” Enid says, bouncing up and down.

“And what’s the other half?” Wednesday deadpans.

“The squish! It’s as fluffy as a cloud!” Enid shouts as she spins around and squeezes it tight to her chest.

“It looks like you’re strangling it,” Wednesday observes out loud. Enid stops and looks down at the toy quizzically.

“I guess your right.” She says. A little of the joy falling from her face. “It’s still cute, tho.” Wednesday scoffs but decides not to say anything as Enid rearranges the rest of her stuffed unicorn collection to fit its new addition.

After a couple of weeks of the hideous unicorn sitting on Enid’s side of the room, Wednesday forgets about it. While it is one of the worst offenders regarding Enid’s affinity for all things colorful, it easily blends into the rest of her side of the room. Every couple of nights, Enid will pull the plush from its place and squeeze it tightly while listening to bland commercialized pop music. She continuously bugs Wednesday, asking her if she wants to feel how soft it is.

“You don't even have to hug it. Just squish it a little.”

“No.”

“Come on. It’s life-changing, I promise!”

“I’ve had enough life-changing events to deal with. I don't need to break out in a bunch of hives just to touch a stuffed animal.”

“Oh.” Enid practically deflates. “I forgot.” She fidgets uncomfortably for a second, and Wednesday turns away from her to return to her writing.

The next time Enid brings the Stuffie out, she doesn't pester Wednesday. The same happens the next time, the next time, and the next time. Soon enough, Wednesday becomes confident she will never have to deal with it again. That is until she walks into their room one day to find a plastic bag on her bed.

She grumbles and walks over to move it to Enid’s bed when she notices a note tucked into the side of the bag with her name on it. She picks it up and scans over its contents.

Howdy Roomy!

I bet you thought you could escape the Squishmallows.

NEVER!

I Spent forever searching but I found a fully black and white one for you for resale! It’s even spooky!

Give it a good squeeze for me!

-Enid!!!

Wednesday cautiously peals the plastic away to find a black and white cartoon skeleton peering up at her. She stares down at its eyes and picks it up to toss into the corner when her hand sinks through. She looks at the toy astonished, and squeezes it again. The fluff inside gives way easily under her pressure but springs back up immediately when she releases it. After a tense moment, Wednesday brings it up to her chest and squeezes. 

The hug- if you could even call it that- lasts only a few seconds, but it’s the longest one she’s ever had control over. Other people were difficult to embrace- literally and physically- but the stuffed toy had no emotions or wants for her to deal with. It won't linger too long or pick her up awkwardly and swing her around like a child. If she were to hug it again, she would be in complete control. So she places it next to her pillow.

She begins walking towards her typewriter when she notices Thing from the corner of her eye, “Not a word of this to anyone.”

[tallyacestories]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Link/Zelda (Legend of Zelda) Characters: Link (Legend of Zelda), Zelda (Legend of Zelda) Additional Tags: post tears of the kingdom, Spoilers for Tears of the Kingdom (Legend of Zelda), zelda assumed that after living together for five years she and link were dating, no one else came to that same conclusion, zelda is discovering link's tony hawk effect, Love Confessions, Living Together, Happy Ending, Misunderstandings

Summary:

“You bought a house?” She asked after an eternity of tasting the dryness of her tongue and scrambling through her own thoughts for a perch to keep her from drowning beneath them.

He hummed and dragged the stained rag along the grain of the wooden floor, leaving behind a trail of soapy water that seeped into the imperfections in the old material. “Rhondson cut me a deal on a plot of land, so I took it.”

“Why?” The single word tumbled from her hollowed lungs before she could register that the question had even crossed her mind. But her heart slammed against her ribs and throbbed through her ears, so she could barely even hear her own voice.

“I didn’t want to impose on your house while you weren’t here.”

...Her house?

He didn’t see this as his home? Their home?

Zelda was still sleeping. Surely, she was having some twisted nightmare trapped inside of her own body and mind. There was no other explanation.

[strangelockd]

Hello, I have a smut Sherlock x reader smut request, if you'd like!

The reader is similar to Sherlock (minus the rudeness), which means she's intelligent and has a strong attitude.

She's also a consultant detective, they end up in the same crime scene and act competitive to each other and slowly end up to have steamy sex.

Thank you so much!

Vices and Virtues

18+ ONLY CONTAIN HEAVY FILTH & SMUTT

Pairing: Sherlock x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You are a new graduate and the brightest in your class. You became a consulting Detective that's been assigned a homicide case with the great Sherlock Holmes. Will you two play nice and get along?

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Fingering, Cursing, P in V, Creampie, Use of Pet Names, Colleges to Lovers, Mutual Pining

A/N: Thank you Anon for my first ever request. I have never written for Sherlock before and I hope this fills your request and desires. I had a lot of fun writing this. If there are any spelling or mistakes I will fix later bc I wrote this in only a few hours.

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“You can be such an ass sometimes Mr. Holmes”

When you graduated from the top of your class only to have the opportunity to take on a case in downtown London, working with the world’s most intelligent consulting detective this was no were near what you had in mind. All your years of late-night studying with sleepless nights lead up to this. You and Sherlock alone together in a room. You knew he was cocky and carried a lot of arrogance along with that. But you needed to build up your credit and figured working together with him was the best option to grow in your craft. Every other case beforehand seemed to just bore you to no existence anyways. 

“I’m sorry but your voice is very distracting Ms.(Y/N)!”

You scoffed rolling your eyes, “My voice?! Oh and yours is so perfect”

Glancing from the corner of his eyes a smirk on his lips, “I like to think I have the most soothing voice in the world”

Squatting down together to examine the potential murder in front of you Sherlock couldn’t help but notice your outfit. Your laced blouse that covered and caressed the peaks of your breasts just right. The way you attempted to keep your knee-high skirt down from exposing your delicate legs. It was making it increasingly difficult to keep his focus.

Looking across from the body you examined your teacher; his beautiful slender fingers resting in a steepled potion against his sensuous mouth. The way his sea glass eyes shimmered like a cat when he knew the answer to something. It was impossible to remove your eyes from him, but you had a job to do and that was to solve the case at hand.

“Ms.(Y/N) so what do you make of this? My bets are you’re not going to get it right anyways. But I feel inclined to ask”

Brushing of the insult you shook your head to remove the hair from your shoulders. Exposing your chest and elongated neckline a bit more than anticipated. His eyes grew slightly wider trying his best to contain himself. 

“From what I’ve processed the woman is in her late forties and married due to the wedding band along the left ring finger. However, upon my examination the inside of the band is clean indicating that it has been removed quite a lot. Classic tell-tale signs of adultery. Also, there’s an empty pill bottle grasped beneath her hand. So, I think it was suicide by medication.” Beaming up with pride on your face you noticed Sherlock never removed his gaze from you; his eyes piercing with hunger.

“That was very good Ms.(Y/N) but you got everything right except for one thing”

In a sarcastic tone, “Oh? And what’s that? Pray tell.”

“She didn’t kill herself, it was murder,” a self-satisfied smirk growing across plush his lips.

Cocking an eyebrow you tilted your head, “Oh and how do you exactly know that Mr. Genius?”

Taking a sharp drawn inhale, he jumped up, his trench coat tails bouncing with his movement as he placed his hands behind his back to stand unusually close to you, “Normally when someone is from out of town, they bring their luggage right?”

You nodded your head silent in agreement still squatting down looking up at him.

“So why would she come all the way from Cardiff with no baggage? This clearly means that she was driven here and somehow forced to commit suicide by the killer and indicating that the murderer took her suitcase with them.”

Your eyes opened wide in shock and awe; he truly was a genius.

“That…was…impressive,” you stammered.

“Yes, I guess for someone of your mental standards I suppose so” he assured.

You scoffed at him mouth hung open noticing he was still staring down at you but in silent hunger. Taking a slender arm, he reached out with a gloved hand and caressed your face bringing you upwards to face him. His bright eyes turning dark with lust he lunged for your mouth, slowly and ever so deftly at first your lips melting together into a fervent passion. Taking your arms, you laced them through his soft curls tussling the delicate brown locks between your fingers hearing him release a husky moan. His hands trailing across your frame grabbing every curve he could reach like a starving man. Feeling his fingers ride up your skirt, he needed more and wanted more of you. Pulling away with a sheepish grin you chuckled looking into his eyes. Like a mind reader you asked, “Want to see more?”

“Oh god yes,” he moaned leaning his head into your neck placing bites and kisses along your collar bone.

Leaning into his touch you lifted your skirt up higher for easier access, returning up to your blouse to hurriedly unfasten the buttons. He stopped you suddenly taking his hands assisting with the task.

“Allow me,” he insisted. Nodding silently a small sigh escaping your lips.

Returning his mouth to yours he ever so glacially unfasted each button one by one. His slender fingers proving his talented dexterity all too well, you wondered what else those fingers were able to accomplish. It made the wetness in your legs increase. Releasing a moan in unison he opened your blouse exposing your voluptuous breasts causing him to expel a sigh and your nipples to harden.

“You have no idea how long I have been wanting to do this to you (Y/N),” his tone was low, barely audible.

“Trust me, I know Sherlock. I have observed the way you’ve been looking at me these past few weeks. It was only too obvious”

He chuckled in your bold assumption bringing his face down to kiss the valley between your breasts. Your moans echoing across the room, he quickly removed his leather gloves tossing them to the floor. Before you could comprehend what he was doing, he hoisted you up like you weighed nothing. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and your arms tighten around his neck pressing your frame against the wall, his tall frame towering over you. 

Trailing his warm fingers down your chest he brought them to your moist center, sliding a finger delicately between your folds. 

“Someone’s been ready, you’re all wet just for me,” he hummed bringing his finger up to his mouth tasting your nectar. Pulling his digit out releasing a soft pop.

“You have no idea how bad I want you Sherlock”

His smile grew wider as he returned to your mouth trailing his tongue along your lower lip begging for entrance. Parting your lips you welcomed it greatly, tasting his velvet mouth with such urgency making him release a delicate moan.

You trailed your fingers up his purple shirt the buttons popping off with ease exposing his lean frame causing his scent to waft through your senses. Instinctively taking your head you buried it in his chest grazing your nose up to his collar taking a large inhale. He smelled divine and you wanted more.

Returning his fingers to your center he slid a middle finger inside slowly at first registering your reaction before increasing the pressure. Hearing you moan at his action he took that as a que to continue farther. Moving his fingers along your folds teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves above your entrance. Every time he thrusted his fingers, it made you groan or plead out loud in pleasure.

“Your breathing heavy, someone’s enjoying themselves,” giving off a cocky smile as he continued to kiss across your neckline.

“Need more,” you whispered.

With his arm supporting your ass he leaned in, “I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you”

Knowing damn well he could hear what you said you appeased to his ego.

“I need more of you, all of you now”

Without missing a beat he asked, “Alright then, hold on tight”

Wrapping your legs to lock them around his waist tightly eyes locked, he unfastened his trousers pulling his boxers down in unison. He sighed upon his proud shaft becoming free of the confines. Feeling the cold room mixed with your warm flesh made his cock harden and twitch with anticipation. Grabbing your ass lifting you up higher for leverage, slowly bringing you down on top of his member.  You moaned in unison upon the long-awaited contact his thrusts becoming faster with each whimper you released.

“Fuck you feel exquisite, so tight around my cock. So wet for me,” he groaned mouth locked against your neck. 

Tilting your head against the wall moaning, “You feel fantastic Sherlock please don’t stop”

Using both hands to support you his thrust became deeper and harder with more desperation for release. His wool trench coat enveloping you; trapping the heat between your joining flesh. 

Pulling him in tighter you could feel his cock twitch and knew he was close.

“You’re going to cum soon,” you stated.

Between heated breaths kissing you, “Really? How do you know?”

Rocking along with his hips faster, “Because your cock wont stop twitching inside me”

He smirked at your intelligence; he always knew you were the brightest consulting detective next to him. How he has gone this long without you he would never know.

“Well, let’s end on a high note shale we. You might want to hold on tighter babe”

Lacing your arms firmer across his shoulders he thrusted into you with a speed you never thought possible. Eliciting heavy moans from you both, the sound of your skin slapping together echoed great across the empty room. Faster and faster, he continued with unrelenting force, clearly, he was a touch starved man who hasn’t has a release in quite some time. 

Feeling his cock throbbing more, he pressed deeper into you hitting your cervix in a intense rhythm, it wouldn’t be long now.

Pulling his hair back exposing his perfectly chiseled neckline he groaned while you purred into his ear, “you’re going to come when I do, do you get that?”

He nodded in obey eyes wide with carnal lust. Keeping up the pace with such tenacity he felt your walls clench and flutter along his cock. One last thrust and you were finished, feeling his cock twitch he released inside your sopping cunt.  He covered your mouth with his to muffle the sound of your orgasmic scream. Enjoying the taste of your flesh once more. Feeling his seed overflow out, it was dripping down your thighs sending goosebumps up your flesh.

Foreheads pressed huffing in euphoria he pulled out of you gently placing your feet on the floor, your legs quivering from the fucking.

He pulled a clean rag from his pocket handing it to you.

“Thank you”

“It’s the least I can do,” he smiled.

Pulling your skirt down you pressed the wrinkles to smooth yourself out.  Fixing your hair to hide any evidence. The smell of passion and sex filled the room. Sherlock walked over placing his hands on your waist pulling you into a tight hug, his palm cradling the back of your head. Quickly wrapping your arms around him you welcomed the heat from his body warm against yours. It was the most welcoming thing that felt like safety.

“You really are the brightest consulting detective I have ever worked with,” he professed.

Smiling wide you gazed up into his bright blue eyes, “That means the world coming from you Sherlock”

“I want you with me on every upcoming case, something tells me we are going to be taking a lot of breaks between them”

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Known Only By Alias

[known only by Alias]

A self indulgent loid forger x yandere self insert.

Yandere in the sense of reclaimed and coping with bpd by using my blorbo and f/o thank you.

Symptoms expressed include obsessive tendencies, jealousy and possessiveness.

Probably just gonna be the one fic unless I decide to write more about loid.

May or may not be replacing Fiona.

Code name Twilight, the agent currently going by the name Loid Forger was a highly respected person in the agency. Damn good at his job too.

Code name Sparrow, the agent assigned to a mission designated in twilights area was also assigned as a neighbor in case of backup or cover during twilights mission was needed.

Today was move in day, sparrow had just arrived at the apartment with their things and started settling in.

Residents had noticed the boxes and furnishings being moved in priar to their arrival and seemed to have created a little buzz, gossiping about the new neighbor moving in, so they expected to meet some people and have to introduce themselves a bit.

No problem, nothing to be nervous about, it would be easy enough. However the thing they were worried about, was actually meeting Twilight.

If they were to cooperate together for the first time, first impressions had to go well!

Though, this meant meeting the rest of the forger family as well. Sparrow looked forward to meeting his fake wife least of all.

They would have immediately volunteered to be assigned that role had they not had an assignment already prior, for the sake of the mission of course, another agent as skilled as sparrow surely would have been much better fitting.

But due to the shortage of agents available at the time limit twilight had upon starting his mission, he had to rope in some civilians. Unfortunate.

At the very least sparrow could be there close by to make sure things went smoothly for twilight. If this mission didn't go well, his reputation as an agent might get tarnished and the agencies entire operation could be at stake or worse. Being around twilight alone was quite the honour and a nice bonus too.

Though, having a seperate mission of their own would get in the way every now and then, they just hopped it didn't become too much of a hindrance.

For now it was time to play the part of the good neighbor.

A knock at the door of their apartment broke up the agents thoughts. They set down the books they were absentmindedly organizing in the living room, setting them on top of the low set bookshelf and walking to the entrance to answer the door.

A peak through the eye hole showed them the face of a blonde man, one glance at the pin on his blazer immediately told sparrow who he was.

They opened it to find a blonde man, a dark haired woman and a small girl. The forgers.

"hello" sparrow greeted with a polite smile.

"hello, I'm Loid Forger. This is my family, my wife Yor and our daughter Anya." He motioned to them both as he introduced them. "We're your neighbors nextdoor. We moved in just last month ourselves and we noticed you're new so we thought we would introduce ourselves."

"it's very nice to meet you all. I'm Sind Dufaux." They introduced themself in return.

"it's a pleasure to meet you mx. Dufaux! We were wondering if you'd like to join us for dinner tomorrow night" Yor spoke up with a bright smile, seemingly excited.

"that sounds lovely, thank you, I would" sparrow replied with an almost mirrored expression.

"it's settled then- ah, Anya, it's rude to stare, say hello" Loid spoke to his daughter.

The little girl stood staring with an awed expression at Sind, like something about them caught her by surprise in the "better than I imagined" way a child usually expresses.

*this kids pretty cute in person*

Anya smiled brightly "Hi!! I got a doggy and his name is Bond! You wanna meet him??"

"They can meet Bond tomorrow when they come over for dinner, sweetie" Yor pointed out with a chuckle.

"right!" Anya nodded with enthusiasm.

"well then, all that's settled. It was a pleasure meeting you Mx. Dufaux. We'll leave you be now" Loud nodded.

"it was very nice to meet you all too." They replied.

Loid and Sind exchanged a glance as the forgers left. A knowing nod, then the door was shut.

All seemed to have gone well. Though they could have done without Yors enthusiasm, twilight at the very least acknowledged them as a co-worker now.

And so starts the new fake life, two agents who only know each other by alias assigned to work together. If they didn't know better it was as if they were in some sort of romance novel. But no, of course not, this was strictly professional, and all for the sake of both their missions.

While sparrow was more than happy to lend twilight a hand, they would have to begrudgingly do so with Yor in the way.

Surely though, it will work out in the end.

Don't mind writing more if anyone is interested

[inactiveuser374]

Cold (Hugh Campbell x Male Reader)

contains: reader has a dog allergy and Hughie keeps forgetting, fluff

You had been bedridden the past few days with a pretty bad cold. Of course that didn’t stop Hughie from letting himself into your apartment whenever he could. The rain trickled outside calming you into a half asleep state. 

As of now you had kicked the covers off, letting the semi-open window blow a cool breeze onto your bare chest. Upon hearing the keys jingle in the lock, you turned over, pulling the blanket back onto your body.

“Hey,” Hughie entered the room with a white plastic bag that he sat on the counter before coming up to you. 

“How are you?” he asked, pushing the hair back from the front of your forehead. You realized your shoulder was still exposed as Hughie began complaining about how you need to sweat out the cold and wear warm clothes while sitting for hours under a weighted blanket. 

“You’re too much sometimes,” you groaned, pulling his hand up to your face. 

“I just want you to get back with everyone else as soon as you can.” He whispered, rubbing circles on your cheek. His jacket cuff was right up against your nose and almost immediately you felt a familiar tingling sensation between your eyes.

“We need you.” 

“Shit”- you began before sneezing, causing him to pull back his hand.

“Did you pet a dog?” Your eyes were watering now and you sat up to grab a tissue.

“Oh my god,” Hughie exclaimed, squeezing his eyes shut as he grimaced a bit.

“I forgot- I went over to Butcher’s and he’s got this weird dog named Terror and I totally forgot and pet him for a little bit!” Hughie tripped over his words as you looked up at him with sympathy before he stopped talking.

“You’re lucky we didn’t meet when I was in highschool,” you shook your head.

“Why?” Hughie tilted his own with a smile.

“Cause my allergies were hell back then, and with you forgetting all the time I probably wouldn’t have made it to graduation.” You chuckled.

“Okay, just let me change real quick,” Hughie kicked off his shoes and jacket before noticing the window was open.

“And keep this shut,” he leaned over you shutting the window before putting on a new tee shirt that wasn’t covered in dog dander.

As he covered himself with the blanket his hand brushed over your chest, feeling the coolness the window had brought to your skin.

“Jesus, you’re cold.” He admitted before letting you lay on his much warmer chest and play with your hair as you fell asleep under the gray cloudy light of the sky outside, the raindrops now silent as they delicately touched the window.

[smokersbaby]

How OP's men would react when you call their pecs "boobies"

Characters: Crocodile, Smoker, Katakuri, Zoro Tw: just fluff and other silly things Notes: I finally finished this short drabble or whatever it's called. I hope you all enjoy some boobies from our favourites OP's men (I can think about doing more on request)

Crocodile

You found yourself poking his chest for no particular reason, Crocodile was sitting in front of you smoking one of his cigars and reading the newspaper. He wasn't really ignoring you, just minding his business. But you wanted his attention so you started bothering him with pats and light touches until you started tapping his chest over his shirt.

"Are you done?" he asked after a couple of minutes, his eyes not leaving the paper he held in his right hand. "Not until you pay attention to me" you answered in a cocky but sweet tone.

Crocodile put his newspaper on the table in front of him and glanced at you, obviously a bit bothered by your behaviour. "What now?", his voice sounded annoyed, you smiled as if you didn't care. "Oh nothing really, I'm bored but at least your boobies keep me company" you answered bluntly still poking his chest.

Crocodile sighed, he seemed unimpressed by how you called his pecs "boobies", but if that made you happy he wasn't going to stop you from touching them. A hint of a smile on his face appeared on his face as he asked if you were jealous of his "boobies" just to tease and see your reaction.

"W-What do you mean?" you were now blushing as if he assumed that you envied his "boobies". Crocodile laughed sincerely, he couldn't resist seeing you flustering like that, he leaned closer to give you a light kiss on your forehead. He grabbed your chin lifting it a bit to look directly into your eyes before speaking in a sweet tone.

"Y/N, don't be jealous of my "boobies", yours are way better than mine.".

Smoker

You always loved sleeping with Smoker like this: your head placed on his chest, his arms hugging your body and keeping you warm under the bedsheets. The sunlight flaring from the windows made you wake up first as he was still in a deep slumber.

Smoker seemed so relaxed in his sleep, like every concern or worry of his disappeared when he had the chance to keep you so close to him during the night. You couldn't help but smile seeing him like that, your hands were roaming his chest and caressing him in his slumber.

No need to say that you absolutely loved his physique, how his strong arms wrapped around you and the feeling of his chest under your cheek while snuggling. Your right hand squeezed one of his pecs softly. "Boobies…" you mumbled. "Hmm… what?" Smoker answered in a low voice. He was awake.

"I like your boobies" You squeezed his pecs a bit more, making him blush. Teasing him like that was one of the things you loved doing, seeing him flustered like that was priceless. "They are not boobies!" you could sense the embarrassment in his voice. God, he was cute.

You chuckled and pocked his chest, he sighed seeing you having so much fun teasing him like that. He couldn't deny how much he loved that silly side of yours, so he placed a tender kiss on the top of your head, resigned to the fact that you called his pecs "boobies".

"They are all yours" he whispered booping your nose, he couldn't resist you.

Katakuri

Spending time with Katakuri was your favourite thing to do since even though his appearance seemed a bit rough on the outside, you knew how much of a softie he was on the inside. At the same time, he loved being with you too, carrying you around on his shoulder.

The view from up there was amazing, you found yourself staring at his pecs since you could see them pretty well from there. Every step he took was even making them bounce a bit. "Nice boobies love" you whispered to his ear with a teasing smile.

His cheeks flustered in half a second as he heard you saying such a thing to his chest, but he didn't say anything, probably Katakuri was too stunned by your words to say anything.

"The best boobies I've seen in a while…" you continued giving him a light kiss on his forehead, a little curl appeared on his mouth, making you realize that he liked your compliment.

He moved you from his shoulder and held your body in his arms as if you were light as a feather and pocked your nose. "Nobody has ever called them boobies, I like it, it's sweet," he said laughing a bit with joy in his voice as if he was having a good time with you even just talking about silly things like these.

"Not as sweet as you" he whispered, making your heart melt.

Zoro

His pecs are huge, everybody knows that. Admiring him while he was training himself was your favourite hobby since you could stare at him shirtless all the time. He wasn't bothered by this attitude of yours, Zoro kept a straight face during his training as if there wasn't anybody looking at him.

Even if he was just doing his usual, you couldn't help but giggle a bit every time you saw his "boobies" bounce a bit with every sudden movement of his. "Boobies…" you whispered to yourself, your mouth a bit drooling just at the sight of his large chest.

"Y/N, did you say something?" he asked, Zoro was now looking at you, staring at your blushing face. Since you were too lost in admiring his movements you didn't even realize that you spoke out loud and he heard you saying that thing.

"N-nothing" you replied looking away but he grabbed you by the chin and lifted it to look into his eyes. "You can touch if you want to" he grinned knowing exactly that you were talking about his pecs. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest, making your cheeks red even more than they already were.

"So you like my "boobies" huh?" he whispered into your ear. From now on he'll let you touch his chest more during his training since you know you can't take your eyes off him.

[elarianastreamikaelso]

Malato

Pov. t/n si prende cura di Dick che ha l'influenza.

Dick Grayson si sveglio e si mise in posizione seduta, ma un capogiro e il mal di ossa lo spinsero a sdragliarsi di nuovo giro la testa per guardare affianco a lui e vendendo il posto libero si acciglio finche non senti la porta aprirsi.

"buongiorno tesoro." disse t/n con la colazione in mano. Dick la guardo e sorrise "ehi piccola" saluto Dick e poi cerco di mettersi a sedere, ma un altro capogiro lo raggiunse e con un gemito si sdragliò di nuovo.

t/n poso la colazione sul comodino e gli si avvicino preoccupata. "tesoro stai bene?" chiese t/n "si solo un capogiro." rispose Dick facendo del suo meglio per fingere di stare bene, ma poi starnutì e subito dopo ci fu un colpo di tosse . "io non credo sia solo un capogiro tesoro." disse t/n posandogli la mano sulla fronte.

"piccola sto bene davvero." disse Dick cercando di toglierle la mano dalla sua fronte. "scotti aspetta qua vado a prendere il termometro." disse t/n. "tesoro non ce nè bisogno." cerco di convincerla Dick.

"non insistere con me vado a prendere il termometro e poi ti misuri la febbre, farai colazione e poi ti riposerai capito" disse t/n. "si signora." disse Dick sorridendo. t/n si diresse verso l'uscita alzando gli occhi al cielo.

Quando t/n torno misuro la temperatura a Dick. " cavolo tesoro hai la febbre a 39 vado a prenderti la medicina." disse T/n. Dick annui e inizio a fare colazione. T/n torno con un bicchiere d'acqua e la medicina e gliela porse Dick la prese.

"bene ti dovrai sentire meglio tra poco per il resto della giornata niente pattuglia e niente allenamento capito." disse t/n "sono d'accordo con te solo se stai con me tutto il giorno." disse Dick.

"va bene bambinone fammi spazio." disse t/n. Dick gli fece spazio e t/n si sdraio con lui. "riposati manderò un messaggio a Rachel." Dick annui e chiuse gli occhi sotto le carezze del suo amore.

[babblingtime]

After The Battle | A One-Shot The Dragon Prince Fanfic

This takes place a few months after the S3 Finale Battle. I think way too much about Soren and it shows but his character arc is immaculate.

Summary:

After months tensions have finally started settled down from the battle in Xadia, Ezran is on the throne and with the support of everyone is slowly getting establishing a new normal for the Kingdom of Katolis. With this new found peace and quiet however Corvus finds himself anxious and restless, that is until he starts to notice Soren sneaking off somewhere and takes it upon himself to get to the bottom of it.

Sorvus if you squint

Corvus has noticed something odd recently, nothing quite distressing but it still itched at his brain.

Soren has been sneaking off in the early hours of the day when he would usually be doing what he called his ‘pre-breakfast post-bathroom’ run around the castle grounds.

Corvus like’s to think he and the Crownguard gotten close maybe even started to become friends despite their complicated history.

But this made him anxious. Soren isn’t exactly a discreet person, he is loud and excitable yet when he sneaks off he seems to put a real effort into being as discreet as possible.

The only reason he noticed was by chance while he was wandering the halls of one of the towers trying to keep himself entertained when he just so happened to peak out one of the windows and noticed a hooded figure sneaking through an alley.

At first he thought it might be a random citizen but he had noticed a glimmer of what appeared to be metal. The next day Corvus camped by the window scanning the street and sure enough the hooded figure appeared again, that time around though he scanned for the smallest of details.

It was then he recognized not only Soren’s new sword but his hair as well. For weeks now he’s been bouncing around possible explanations in his head but the longer he simply watched Soren the more nervous he got.

Things may be finally winding down after that battle in Xadia but now it felt like at every turn their some big new threat to emerge.

Corvus bites his nails pondering what Soren could possibly be up to. Or…investigating perhaps?

“Uhh… Corvus?” He jolted, attention torn from the window. The young king was standing behind him looking up confused, his arms full with a grumpy glow toad.

Instinctively Corvus’s shoulders squared and his back straightened his arms going to a default salute position.

“My King!” Ezran’s narrowed his eyes at that, he has never been one for formalities especially when it came to people he held close. The only reason Corvus had been wandering this tower was because Ezran specifically told him to relax.

“You don’t need to do that you know. We’re friends!” The young king smiled up to Corvus squeezing his glow toad closer to his chest.

With a soft sigh Corvus allowed his muscles to relax feeling a bit embarrassed.

“I know my king, it is just instinct” Ezran’s continued to smile before tiptoeing in an attempt to peer over Corvus’s shoulder.

“Kind of like how it’s still your instinct to keep track of Soren right?” Ezran’s said with a tilt of his head. Corvus felt his eyes go wide betraying his calm face. The king giggled petting Bait’s head.

“It’s okay really. I don’t blame you,” Ezran continued striding to the window peering over, by now Soren was long gone but Ezran still gazed out.

“He has proven himself a brave and loyal friend but…he’s been struggling. I know he doesn’t like to talk about it but I think his misses Claudia a lot and…his dad.” Corvus looked away for a moment, lost in his thoughts.

It was months since that fateful battle. Corvus remembers how he urged the Kingdom of Duran on, the fear of being too late consuming him but they made it just in time.

The battle wasn’t easy but he fought regardless using his agility and years of training to aid him. When the fighting stopped General Amaya gave the command to find Viren, they all fanned out frantic to find him. That’s when it happened.

He had seen Soren collapse to the ground, the illusion of his father laying in front of him blood bleeding from an open wound. Ezran was there too his eyes were wide with horror and fear.

Claudia was yelling but he couldn’t make out the words he was still too far. Corvus had desprately tried to reach them worried of her next move as Soren remained on the ground his breaths slow and shaken as he stared at his own hands.

Before he could get there the illusion had broke revealing itself and the clock started ticking, they needed to find the real Viren. Soren had been quick to pick himself back up from his feet and rushed back into action.

Everything from there was hectic and if he’s being a honest a blur.

But he had always thought back to that moment. To Soren on the ground, tears streaming down his face, the vision of his dead father before him. Soren had mourned his father moments before he actually die and had to experience it again.

After everything was said and done and they had to ride back to Katolis. Corvus could see Soren’s mind drifting as they rode.

Grief was written all over him.

In the way his eyes remained unfocused, in the way his shoulders slumped, in the way his sword had been left behind, and in the way his grip tightened on the horses reign from time to time.

Corvus made sure to try and ask him questions, crack a few jokes, and reassure him on their way back home but Soren had only given half hearted responses until slowly he only gave grunts of acknowledgment. Even now Corvus sees he still carries that grief, that guilt.

“Are you alright?” Corvus shook himself from his memory.

“Yes my king-“

“You can just call me Ez, no one else is here” Corvus nodded

“Yes, I apologize. I’m just worried about Soren. He’s changed a lot since that battle.” Ezran’s face fell and he looked down seemingly ashamed.

“Hey. Ez, you are not responsible for that battle” Corvus put a hand on his shoulder offering understanding look.

“But it took away so much from everyone and we are just now recovering.”

“Viren had already set everything into motion, none of us could’ve stopped that from happening.” Ezran shrugged pouting for a moment.

It’s strange how much he’s grown and yet how small he has remained in many ways.

“Could you check up on Soren for me? And I mean like-actually check up on him and not watch him from a distance?” Corvus flushed but quickly bowed.

“Of course Erzan. You have my word.”

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Corvus mentally cursed himself. He had made a promise to the king to directly check on Soren and yet the very next day when he made it to the street he had spotted Soren around his instincts found him sneaking. His footsteps light and intentional as he trailed the Crownguard from a distance.

Technically he could choose to pop out now and play it off as him just happening to run into Soren but he was curious to see where Soren would go without knowing he was being tailed, he was walking at a fair pace each step confident.

It’s very possible Soren has been sneaking off far before he had ever noticed, this was clearly a path he was comfortable taking. Corvus watched carefully behind a few crates waiting for Soren to make a little further down before inching closer.

A few more steps and he’ll have his chance, Corvus readied himself stepping a cautious foot forward.

Then Soren pauses suddenly halting Corvus in his tracks, his breath halted as the silence turned tense.

From his position he could barely see Soren through the cracks of the crates. The guard’s head moved slightly from left to right before the captain of the guard turned around tossing up his arms in exasperation.

“You know, I can tell you’re there.”

Corvus tensed, his mouth going tight and his body freezing. Soren remained silent for a moment before a long exaggeration sigh escaped him.

“Come oooon! Listen. We’re going to do this whole thing, I say ‘Come out!’ And you try to pretend you aren’t there yada yada I pretend to let my guard down you follow closer I turn around catch you by surprise and its over. So might as well come out.” Corvus stood there stunned for a moment blinking in surprise. Either he had gotten rusty or has Soren gotten better.

Soren’s eyes darted around the alleyway before landing on the crates the tracker crouched behind.

Corvus chuckled lightly slowly exiting his hiding spot with his hands up.

“Just me Soren. Sorry about that.” Soren scrunched his nose, clearly annoyed that he had been followed.

“Sooo,” Soren crosses his arms shifting his weight to one foot “Why are you following me? It’s a little creepy if you ask me.” an eyebrow raised inquisitively.

“The king requested that I…check on you”

“Ez set you up to this? Why?” Soren clearly tensed a defensive tone coating is words, Corvus squinted at this his mouth turning to a tight frown.

“We are concerned about your well being.”

“We?” Soren glares, his agitation growing.

“I-“ Corvus cleared his throat thinking of the best way to defuse the situation .

“I noticed you heading off around this time, always wearing a cloak and taking the back alleys. We just-”

“Wanted to make sure I wouldn’t betray the kingdom again.”

“Soren that’s not-“

Before he could finish his sentence Corvus felt the ground dispear under him as Soren shoves him off his feet and bolts down the alleyway, quickly gaining his bearings Corvus shoots back up his guard now up as he dashes behind following the retreating knight.

Corvus rounds the corner sharply and freezes, Soren no where in sight. Soren may be fast but he is still slowed down by his armor and he could still follow the sound of his footsteps but there wasn’t a peep.

The tracker peaks around trying to find a trace of where he went. There’s some loose gravel against the wall like someone’s foot and scraped against it.

His gaze started to drift up. Before he could react Soren lunges at him from above tackling him to the ground, Corvus knows once Soren is on top of him it’s over.

They may be around the same height but Soren is much stronger than him something that has remained true since they were in their training days.

Corvus scrambles back trying to get away from Soren’s range but the title captain of the guard doesn’t come lightly. He manages to to get on his feet but not before Soren quickly lunges again this time slamming him against a wall.

“This isn’t-“ Corvus wheezes for a second Soren glaring at him “This isn’t helping your case Soren.” Soren’s eyes dart away, his concentration faltering.

Corvus seizes his opportunity to strike when he’s distracted and sweeps his legs with his own foot, Soren lets out a startled yelp as the rolls reverse and he falls onto the ground prone while Corvus takes the high ground kneeling over him.

“Just tell me what you’re up to. Why did you run?” Soren stared wide eyed before growling.

“Can’t a man just have a little bit of privacy!” He grabs a fist full of Corvus’s shirt and tosses him down onto the ground with him. They roll, both trying to over come the other first through sheer will but ultimately it’s Soren’s strength that grants him the advantage.

Soren wrestles his full body weight on the trapper’s abdomen, and Corvus makes the mistake of lifting both of his hands to try and shove Soren only to have his right armed seized twisted and pushed against his chest. He tries to move his left arm but Soren uses his knee to pin it down. The combined weight of Soren and his pinned arm makes it hard and painful to pull either of them free.

They struggled Corvus kicking and writhing around while Soren struggled to retain a good grip and not lose his victory.

“Would you- just stay still, I’m not doing anything wrong!” Soren snaps and Corvus falls still not because of the outburst but because he feels the familiar sense of a pair of eyes watching them. Soren seemingly feels the same presence his eyes turning away from Corvus.

They both turn to their attetion away from each other heads snapping down the alley towards the street.

A man stands there eyes wide with confusion and mouth full with jelly tarts he’s eyes darting between both of them.

“This is none of your concern!” Corvus shouts annoyed not only at being bested so quickly but embrassed there was a witness to it.

“Yeah get out of here! Everything is under control!” Soren barks back.

The man looks between them once more before he shovels another tart in his mouth turning on his heel and walks away whistling.

Corvus turns back to Soren eyes furrowed in anger ready to resume their struggle. They stare at each other for a moment before Soren’s face breaks a wide smile replacing his sneer as he starts to laugh, his grip loosening on Corvus’s arm. A much appreciated release.

“Did you-did you see the look on his face!” Soren wheezes out sliding off of Corvus and onto his side next to him, his laughs rocking his whole body as he lays on the ground.

“This isn’t funny!” Corvus attempts to retain the frustration of the fight but he can’t bite back his smile and amused chuckles for long the realization of how juvenile they must’ve looked as two grown men wrestling on the ground.

They both lay there on the dirty floor of an ally laughing staring up to the sky.

Corvus stops first his laughs slipping to a small chuckle deep in his chest, turning his head he faces Soren who continues to wheeze and laugh. He had always been so easy to amuse, once he started laughing it took hm a while to come down from it.

After a few more moment Soren gathers his composure pulling himself off the ground and standing. Corvus begins propping himself up with his elbows when Soren reaches out a hand. Corvus looks at it for a moment before accepting it, fondness taking over the previous adrenaline.

An oddly comfortable silence follows, their breaths catching up to them as the tension dissipates. Soren opens his mouth, closes it, glances away, looks back and opens his mouth again.

“Do you really want to know what I’m up to?” This surprises Corvus but he nods worried if he says anything he’ll lose this chance,.

Soren bites the inside of his cheek for a moment as if reconsidering.

“Follow me” BeforeCorvus could process what was going on Soren grabs his wrist, softly this time, and drags him along. They walk a few more blocks in silence before Soren crouches leading Corvus with him. Soren tuns to him bringing a finger up to his lip as he crawls under a slightly ajar window.

The building is tall, bright full green bushes line the exterior, blue and purple flowers blooming. Inside Corvus can hear faint chatter, his eyebrows raise in curiosity as he tries to make out what the building is.

Soren meanwhile rummages around a bush but silently trumpih when he pulls out a book. Soren makes hand motions to Corvus peer over the window.

Corvus hesitates for a moment before slowly raising himself up cautiously. It is a room filled with desks, half of those seats seemed to be occupied people from the age range of 20-49. Each of them had papers and pens standing at the front of the room is a tall woman with a larger desk as she speaks and points to a chalkboard the words ‘Writing 101’ written on there along with key words, definitions, and a writing exercise.

Cautiously Corvus lowers himself from the view of the window his mind lost in thought for a moment.

“A…school?” Confusion soaks in his words, as he turns to face Soren who has his book open a pen in hand. The soldiers face flushes quickly as he turns his face away from Corvus and back to the window.

“Claudia and my dad used to laugh at me whenever I suggested it, they used to say ‘stick to the sword not the pen Soren!’…its what you’re good at.” Corvus feels his face soften at that, guilt quickly replacing his caution.

“Well…I think it’s never too late to pick up the pen.”

“Yeah…but it is embarrassing” Soren whines huffing like a disgruntled dog.

“None of us would judge you you know. If this is something you want I’m more than sure that King Ezran and Prince-“

“No way!” Soren interjects lifting his chin from its resting place to face Corvus “That would be even more embarrassing. Callum is already way smarter than me and Ezran is definitely on track! That’ll just make me feel even more behind.” Soren grabs Corvus’s shoulders panic written all over his face.

“Promise you won’t tell them. O-or anyone!” His eyes are pleading and panicked searching Corvus’s face for confirmation. He thinks back to all the jabs he’s heard at Soren’s expense and he can’t help but cave.

“Alright, alright…I promise.” relief washes over Soren as his shoulders relax and a soft sigh escapes him.

Corvus stays sitting with him, as Soren dramatically reads out some of the things he’s written. Admittedly they aren’t good but regardless Corvus listens, giving half true compliments when he could.

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Corvus finds himself back in the tower where he had observed Soren his feet still insinctly bringing him there. When he made it to the window he peered his head out looking up and down the path to no avail. Maybe he had missed him or maybe Soren wasn’t too keen on being watched from a distance.

“So what did you find out?” Corvus jolts, he can never seem to sense when the young king is approaching. He turns to face Ezran who stares at him expectantly, Corvus hears his promise echoing in is brain as he struggles to find a lie or a half truth.

“Um yes about that… Well. You see my king-“ Ezran looks amused, a playful expression spreads across his face as he leans forward bringing a hand to his face hiding his mouth from non present eavesdroppers.

“If its a secret you don’t have to tell me” he whispers. Corvus tries to say something else his mouth agap but no words form.

Ezran giggles putting down his hand and straightening his back.

“As long you made sure he’s okay you’ve done your mission well. Thank you for checking on him Corvus. I really appreciate it.”

Ezran does a small bow before walking off leaving Corvus standing there.

Ezran used to only have a way with animals seemingly knowing how they are feeling or what they are thinking but lately it seems its has been extended to people as well.

He really is going to make a great king.

Corvus’s eye return back towards the window spotting a familiar cloak heading through the alleyway. It stops for a moment and looks up to the tower. Corvus see’s Soren’s smile even from this high up as he waves. Corvus waves back before Soren hurriedly turns around and continues on his path.

[grapefood]

(I made Raggedy Andy fanfiction.)

Summary: Raggedy Andy makes a new cowboy friend from California

Warning: None

Tags: Raggedy Andy & OC platonic, Raggedy Andy centric

Raggedy Andy Makes A Friend

Raggedy Andy lays on the ground as Marcella plays with the twin penny dolls.

“We should dance and sing our favorite song!” Marcella said while impersonating the left penny doll. Marcella giggles and picks up Raggedy Andy from the ground finally.

“Yes! I love singing! In case you lovely ladies didn't know I have a lovely voice!” Marcella said while trying to make her voice deep and raspy as she impersonates her beloved rag doll Raggedy Andy. Raggedy Andy's smile widens slightly due to the way Marcella lovingly holds and plays with him. He wouldn't admit it but he loves it when Marcella would play and toss him around.

Marcella then shoves Raggedy Andy to the ground and started shaking him slightly making him look like he's dancing or what seemed to be dancing. Andy doesn't care how stupid he probably looked right now because he is happy to be loved by his dear friend Marcella so much.

“Sunshine lollipops and rainbows! Everything is wonderful is what I feel when we're together!” Marcella sings the song Sunshine Lollipops pretending that it was Andy and the twin penny dolls singing the song. Marcella would occasionally mess up the lyrics or slur her words together but Andy didn't care, he was having so much fun and if he wasn't pretending to be an inanimate object he would be in a giggling fit just by how happy he was.

But all good things must come to an end when suddenly from downstairs Marcella's mother shouted out to her beloved daughter “Marcella come down stairs! Your friend Maria is here from her vacation in California!” Marcella immediately dropped the toys on the ground as she jolts up and squeals in excitement as she rushes towards the door and turns to the toys “Raggedy Ann you're in charge!” she hurriedly says as she quickly go down the stairs, carelessly leaving the door to her room slightly opened.

After a few seconds of silence, once the toys realized that Marcella was fully gone from earshot the playroom erupted into life as all the toys started to move and talk amongst themselves.

“Oh Andy that looked so fun! Dancing and singing!” Andy's older sister Raggedy Ann said as she twirls and skip around Andy.

“Oh that boring girl stuff? I hated it! I wanted to do something more manly like playing ball!” Andy said as he crossed his arms turning away from his sister but in reality he genuinely enjoyed singing and dancing with Marcella and maybe the twin dolls if he became crazy.

Raggedy Ann would roll her eyes but she is too kind for that so instead she playfully punches Raggedy Andy on the shoulder “Oh Andrew you're just terrible” Ann giggled. Andy's painted on blush became redder as Andy lowers his hat on his head “Annie I told you to not call me that” Andy said slightly embarrassed. Ann only giggled more.

“Oh Raggedy Andy, Oh Raggedy Andy, Why so red? Your sister Ann was just teasing, so just be happy instead! Whoa Oh!” The twin penny dolls sing together as they do a little dance around the two rag dolls. Andy didn't hate the twins but if they fell from a two story building and landed on trash he would smile.

“Anyways have you heard what Marcella's mom said? Maria is back from California! I can't wait to see her again! I wonder if she got new toys with her from the trip to California?” Raggedy Ann cheerfully said as she imagines all the new friends they'll make. Raggedy Andy wasn't a big fan on new dolls especially if they're girl dolls.

Raggedy Andy remembered Maria's toys when her and Marcella were playing together. Maria's toys were nice and there were a few boys but it was mostly girls and Andy unfortunately didn't quite become friends per se with the other boy dolls as it seems the other boys were too busy hanging out with their lady friends or impressing them to be bothered to play rough and tough.

Andy simply looked at Ann and said “If she brings a new doll it better not be a girl.” Ann simply smiled and looked at Andy as she places both of her hands on her hips “Andrew!” Andy looked at her with an overdramatic sigh “Oh Raggedy Ann! Raggedy Ann! I love you! But ever since Babette came I dread the thought of a new dolly from overseas!” Raggedy Andy says with a french accent as he sighs dramatically and leans over towards Raggedy Ann, he is clearly impersonating and slightly mocking the way that Babette is so dramatic with her commentary. Raggedy Ann caught on and simply pinches Andy's cheeks “Oh Andrew you-“

But before Raggedy Ann finished her sentence Grandpa shouted to the other toys “Everyone back to your places! Marcella's coming!” And as soon as Grandpa said that all of the other toys stopped talking and rushed back to where they have been when Marcella left the room.

Marcella entered the playroom with pure childish delight on her face and she looks at all her toys as if they were real people and said “Everyone you guys remember Maria? Well, she is going to play with us in my backyard! Don't worry Babette we'll be extra careful to not get you dirty!” Marcella turned to her french doll Babette from Paris. Babette felt relieved to hear that from Marcella. If only Raggedy Andy wasn't pretending to be an inanimate object because if he wasn't he would be rolling his eyes.

“And also Maria said that she got a new toy from California! She said it was an old toy from her uncle!” Marcella cheerfully explained to her beloved toys. Even though the toys stay still and their expressions were unwavering there was a mutual feeling amongst the toys and that feeling was excitement, curiosity, and nervousness. And Raggedy Andy had those feelings amplified “A dolly from California and it was owned by a man? I hope I can make a boy friend!” Andy innocently thought inside his sweet little cotton head as his candy heart beats from excitement.

Marcella brought all of her toys out onto the backyard. The last time Raggedy Andy saw the backyard it was wet and dirty but the season is spring so the sun kisses the ground with its lovely light causing Marcella's flowers to bloom and the grass was the perfect and healthy shade of green. In the middle of the backyard is a giant clothe and sitting on this clothe is Maria. Maria is wearing a simple green dress and a sun hat and she is surrounded by her many toys that she brought to this playdate.

The dolls are what you expected from an eight year old girl. A bunch of barbie dolls and some plushies. The many barbie dolls were wearing old fashioned early seventies clothing. There are many different animal plushies and one toy that stood out from the rest was an wooden doll that is dressed as a cowboy. Marcella's toys has never seen the cowboy before, maybe this is Maria's new toy.

Raggedy Andy felt delighted to see a boy doll and he looked like a friendly fella. But he can't introduce himself because Marcella and Maria is here. Marcella gave Maria a big hug and they both giggled all giddily, Raggedy Andy felt like an invisible being hugged him when he saw Marcella smile. His smile became slightly wider and thankfully no one noticed… Well, except his sister Raggedy Ann but she wouldn't say anything.

“Is that cowboy the new toy?” Marcella asked with child wonder. Maria picked up the wooden cowboy doll. It was similar like the twin pennies in the way he moved but he was fully clothed in a cowboy outfit and he had a cowboy hat. His hair and facial features were painted on such as his facial hair.

Maria moved the cowboy and made him take off his hat and bow at Marcella “Hello partner, me name be Shirff” Maria said impersonating the cowboy who we just learned is named Shirff. Marcella giggled “Shirff? Like Sheriff?” Marcella asked Maria. Maria's eyes widened as if she just figured something out “Oh! So thats why his name is Shirff! My uncle is a genius!” Maria laughed as she finally understood the name.

While Raggedy Andy is loving the sight of Marcella having fun he is kinda bored and wants to be played with. Raggedy Andy was sitting on the picnic blanket with all the other toys so to get Marcella's attention he simply flopped on the blanket face first causing Marcella to turn her attention to Raggedy Andy. Marcella picked up Raggedy Andy and had a confused look on her face.

“Andy what are you doing silly?” Marcella giggled as she hugs and squeezes Raggedy Andy tight. Raggedy Andy wanted so bad to hug her back but he knew that he couldn't so instead he just stayed in that position and he stared at Shirff. Marcella placed Raggedy Andy on the ground and made his hand do a wave towards Shirff “Hello, my name is Raggedy Andy! I'm an happy go lucky rag dolly with a little candy heart!” Marcella said while doing her Andy Voice(tm) which caused Raggedy Andy to cringe inside.

Maria picked up Shirff and they both started to make Raggedy Andy and Shirff have a little conversation except its just Marcella and Maria pretending to be the two dollies instead of the actual dolls having a conversation.

“Wow! Is it true you wrestled a big scary Alligator mr. Shirff?”

“Uh-huh! But me and the Alligator became friends at the end!”

“Yippee! I wish I have an Alligator-“

Before the two girls could continue playing Marcella's Mother called for both of them to go back inside the house to eat some fish and chips. The girls were slightly disappointed that playtime was paused but they really wanted some fish and chips so they didn't mind too much and they both got up and started walking towards the backdoor leading inside the house. Marcella and Maria before going inside the house turned to their toys. Marcella looked at Raggedy Ann and said “Raggedy Ann you're in charge.” Maria then said to one of her pink teddy bear plushy “Cotton help Ann watch over the others okay?” And with that the two girls went inside.

The toys laid on the picnic blanket unmoving for a few seconds and when the toys were sure that the girls were gone the toys stretched and began talking amongst each other. Raggedy Ann searched for her brother Raggedy Andy and she found him laying on the grass staring at the sky “What are you doing Andy?” She asked suddenly and that made Andy snap out from his trance.

“It's nothing just staring at clouds”

“…”

“Okay! Fine! Ugh! You always know what to say huh?”

Raggedy Andy looked at Raggedy Ann and motioned her to follow him, she agreed and followed Andy to a place away from earshot for the other toys “I want to be friends with Shirff but I'm not sure Annie” Andy quietly said to his sister. Ann looked at Andy confused “If you want to be friends with him just go and talk to him!” Ann said trying to give her little brother some words of encouragement.

Andy took a deep breath (Even though he didn't need to breath) and started making his way towards Shirff. When Andy finally found Shirff he saw that he was having a conversation with Maxi Fixit. Andy finally had the courage to talk to Shirff and introduce himself properly “Hey there.” Andy said with a tiny voice crack. Andy blushed in embarrassment at his own voice crack.

Shirff made a low chuckle and outstretched his hand urging Andy to shake it and obviously Andy shook it. Shirff looked at Andy and said with a southern accent “I like yer voice, it has a rasp like me ol' owner” Andy simply smiled at that compliment “I like the red circles on your face” Andy said awkwardly as he points at Shirff's painted on blush. Andy turns his head around to see his sister for support however Ann seemed to be trying to pretend she doesn't know who he is.

Shirff smiled at the compliment and said to Andy “Maxi over here tol' me all 'bout ye” Andy turned to Maxi Fixit with a strained smile “He did?” Maxi Fixit simply patted Andy on the back with a warm fatherly smile on his face “Don't worry Andy it was all good things.” He said reassuringly.

“He told me that you always wanted to play rough and tough with other boy toys aight?” Shirff said again very charismatic individual. Andy smiled wide and started showing off his awesome and incredibly swollen muscles!!! Wow!!! He's bulking with absolute mass of a man! Wowowoow! No but seriously when Andy started flexing his muscles nothing changed “Well of course! This strong, tough, and terrific boy loves playing manly games such as but not limited to playing soccer, football, cowboy, and pirates.” Andy said with a prideful smile.

Shirff simply smiled and walked his way towards Andy and took off his hat and placed it atop of Andy's own hat “Well, playin' cowboy ain’t soundin' too bad partner. How 'bout we play that?” Shirff said with a warm smile. Andy had a dopey smile on his face as he finally had an actual boy friend to play with!

Raggedy Andy and Shirff spent the time playing as cowboys. Raggedy Andy wanted to use a southern accent but he was afraid that it would offend Shirff. Shirff noticed and decided to make his southern accent thicker to encourage Andy to play along and use an accent as well.

Raggedy Andy was so used to playing cowboys with his sister that whenever he thought he was too rough he would get all soft and apologize profusely but Shirff would always reassure him that he liked playing and being all rough housing with the boys. Andy felt really glad that he could finally have fun and play with another boys toy.

The two boys were having so much fun and eventually the cowboy game they played slowly turned into cowboy pirates then it just turned into pirates that liked playing football then they both just straight up just played football. It was so much fun so when Grandpa announced that Marcella and Maria were coming back from their snack break it kinda disappointed the two boys who thought that the fun just got started. All the toys immediately knew the drill and started scrambling back to where their positions were and became inanimate.

Luckily for Raggedy Andy and Shirff, Marcella and Maria left them basically right next to each other when they left because they were the toys they played with before they left. Marcella and Maria returned and started examining the toys “I hope we didn’t leave our friends out on the sun too long. What if Babette got sunburned?!” Marcella said as she picked up Babette and started rocking her like a baby. Raggedy Andy wanted so bad to roll his eyes when she said that.

Marcella and Maria kept playing in the backyard with the toys until it became afternoon and Maria had to go back home.

“I will miss you Maria” Marcella said as she hugged her dear friend tight, “Do not worry Marcella, I will try to play with you every once a week!” Maria said as the two girls finally let go of each other’s embrace. Raggedy Andy discreetly stared at Shirff with a sad look in his eyes. Shirff noticed and gave Andy a quick wink.

Andy will surely miss his dear friend however that wink made his smile curve up a bit more as he realized that the thought he had was stupid because after all he and Shirff will see each other every once a week. And as Maria picks up her toys with the help of Marcella they went out to the front porch to wait for her father to pick her up in their car.

When Maria's father finally arrived Maria placed all her toys inside the car as they begin to drive off to their home. Marcella then took all of her own toys back to the playroom and when she was about to say something her mother called from down stairs “Marcella dinner is ready!” And as Marcella hears that she went to the door and closed it behind her as she leaves the room.

When the toys were sure that Marcella was truly gone they started to move around and make some small talk with each other about the day and the toys they got to hang around with. Raggedy Andy felt lonely without Shirff to play with so he went to search for his sister. When Raggedy Andy found her she was with Babette talking about some boring girl stuff probably.

Andy didn't try to insert himself into the conversation they were having but instead just stood there next to Ann and rested his head on her shoulder. Ann noticed this and smiled as she gave her little brother a quick kiss at the forehead and then continued to have a conversation with Babette.

Raggedy Andy stood there with a small smile on his face as he closes his eyes and thinks about the new friend he made. He was glad that he got to actually be friends with another boys toy. Moreover, Shirff was really nice and he had quite interesting stories he would tell Andy about Florida and California. He especially liked the story about the alligators. Andy cannot wait to play with Shirff again because despite all those old faces he finally made a new friend.

End :)

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Saccharine Sentimental (and a little bit affectionate)

(Alternate title: Kissing teacher afterhours)

FlipparooAU Eclipse (’Solar’) x Reader oneshot ✨✨✨

based off the prompt of comparing hand sizes, but that’s only like a tiny part of it im so sorry shdfjd

pure fluff, Solar likes to make you flustered but in a wholesome way, kissing and cuddling and confessing in the sappiest way possible, Solar is a sucker trying hard to look smooth, Reader is even more of a sucker that is physically incapable of looking smooth at this time

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You glanced around the daycare room, then made a very good attempt at a casual wander towards a pin board hung on the wall beside the security desk. It was hard to tell there was a board there, really- it was entirely smothered by stickers, pins, little kids’ art projects, messy attempts at kids writing their name for the first time, a few papers of very simple math plastered with gold stars… It was the embodiment of ‘sentimental value’ hung neatly on the wall beside a poster of a cat in glasses with a calculator beside it.  

… Okay, so maybe Solar’s tastes were a bit… tacky, but it was extremely endearing. At least to you. 

Solar was the ‘plex’s local preschool-daycare-attendant-combo animatronic, spending his working time teaching the kids very simple concepts and showing them how to make arts and crafts, sometimes telling them about the weather and how rainbows were made… Half the time, the kids weren’t really absorbing the knowledge, but he kept their attention and entertained them all the same. 

Today had been a crafts day. You stopped beside the desk to empty an armful of paper scraps into the recycling bin, dusting yourself off as you continued on your lazy closing-hours stroll through the room. 

You peaked around again. You could hear Solar humming somewhere in the daycare, far enough away that you felt confident in hurrying the last few steps. You reached into your pocket, feeling the edge of the pristine photograph you’d been carrying all day.

You paused in front of the board, giving it a scrutinizing once-over. There were at least a dozen of these boards hung up around the room, each laden with their own memorabilia, but this one was the most crowded- it was hard to find an empty space for the picture to fit into without covering some drawing or hiding a plastic star-shaped pin. You want it to fit in, but you also don’t want to shove anything aside to make room...

You hesitated, then pulled a square of tape from the dispenser on the desk and, quickly, pressed the picture into a spot and trapped it there. The heart pounding thrill of getting caught started to ease as you stepped back to admire your handiwork. 

It was a simple, slightly lopsided picture you’d taken several weeks back, of Solar smiling down at the kids as he read them some story. The kids were gathered all around him, laying on his legs and hugging pillows and giving him their rapt attention… It had been a sweet moment at the time, not exactly special considering he had nice moments with the kids thousands of times in a day, but… It was the best picture of Solar you’d seen… anywhere. And it helped you feel a little like you belonged in this place, too, had contributed in some way and could be as comfortable in it as Solar always was.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t register the sound of quiet humming coming up behind you.

“...hmm hmm-mm, how very, very sweet it will seem…” 

A pair of long, slim hands rested on your shoulders, then turned you as a dancer might twirl their partner. 

“... once more just to dream, in your moonlight.”

Solar grinned, tapping your nose lightly with a fingertip before bringing you to a stop in the same position you had been in when he had first reached you. You clutched at your chest, dizzy mostly from the surprise rather than the movement.

“What are you up to?” Solar hums, stooping slightly to lean over you- you still hadn’t found out if he was a really tall seven feet or actually the eight he seemed to fill every room with- to follow your gaze properly. You laughed a little, hoping he wouldn’t notice your newest addition to the board right away- you had wanted it to be a pleasant surprise for him to find at some point in the future.

“Just admiring your scrapbook,” you joked, touching one child’s drawing of Solar standing beside a giraffe. “You have quite the fanclub, I think.”

He hummed happily, one arm reaching over your shoulder to smooth the corner of a tiny paper chain of people holding hands. “Little scholars, not fans.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “You know, the other animatronics here are tickled pink to have fanclubs of their own. But you get drawings like these daily and you want to downplay how much the kids love you.”

He let out a warm, cheerful hum. It’s something he does often, and you’ve spent enough time here with him that you’ve come to know which hum or purr or chuckle means what. His voice is naturally soothing, the hums and gentle, sometimes simplistic sentences he uses enough to lull you into easy relaxation without even trying. You wondered if that had been the point of his design, or if he had developed such a habit on his own. 

“Love is… often unappreciated. Especially by those with… fans.” He murmured above you, still stooped over you- warm and close but somehow not making you feel trapped. “But not here.”

You tilted your head back to look at him more clearly. He peaked back at you, smiling wider as he did. He blinked curiously, a silent ‘what is it?’, and you smiled back, laughing a little.

“Feeling especially sentimental?”

He hummed, leaning down enough to lounge his chin on top of your head. Taking that as a yes, you rolled your eyes and leaned into him slightly- it had been a long day, and Solar always was easy to lean on, comforting and warm and safe... You looked back at the board, watching Solar’s long, elegant fingertips trace the edge of one hand-drawn Valentine’s card received from a child sometime last year. You looked over the board yourself, wondering if there was some pattern you couldn’t see at a glance.

You reached out to straighten one drawing of a bunch of clouds and sunshine. Solar’s fingers drifted across to your wrist, then walked lightly down to cover the back of your hand, then to shadow your own fingers. You snickered, a little ticklish, but humored him and let his hand lay over yours, barely hovering over your own. His hands were warm and smoother than the finest polish silver.

You paused in admiring his hands to fully register the way his hand completely covered your own. You couldn't help but laugh, wiggling your fingers to tap at the underside of his. 

“Hm?”

You had to force aside the giggles, taking a deep breath. “Sorry. It’s just that, your hands are… a lot bigger than mine.”

“Hmm…”

He held still for a moment, then pulled back from his hover over you. You turned to face him and he grasped your hand, tugging lightly so you followed him to the section of the daycare room dedicated for the most comfortable naps and reading times known to mankind. He dropped into a cross-legged sit elegantly, patting the spot in front of him invitingly. You raised an eyebrow, confused, but did as suggested and sat, mirroring his own position.

“Okay, we’re both sitting now. Now what?”

He positively beamed, then held out his hand. You looked at it, again confused, then, tentatively as you waited for him to correct you, put your hand in his. He nodded, looking at you more softly now. 

With an easy adjustment of his hand under yours, he lined up your hands so they were palm-to-palm, fingers splayed. You blinked dumbly, then laughed. Oh! You should have realized. He loved little things like this- something as small as comparing your hand to his made him so soft he looked more like a star-shaped cloud than anything. 

He pressed his hand to yours and you straightened yours so your palms were more evenly aligned. His palm was about as wide as yours, but longer, but his fingers certainly made up the difference- long enough that he could curl his fingertips over the tops of yours if he wanted to. 

You traced the pale, lavender-hinted silvery edges of his fingers in the places they were about as wide as yours. It was a soft color, and slightly shimmery- as though dusted with the smallest stars. It was… a very nice color, you thought to yourself, wiggling your fingers against his. It hadn’t been one of your favorites before you met him, but now… It was definitely a strong contender.

You missed the gentle, dreamy look on his face before he shifted his hand slightly, fingers slotting between yours as though made for that purpose above everything else. His fingers curled to cover your hands in his, your much smaller palm being almost entirely hidden in his feather light grasp. You blinked, waking from a sleepy stupor you hadn’t realized you’d fallen into, and took a moment to look at his hands tucked into yours and yours into his. You glanced up, silently questioning, and felt your heart jump suddenly at the look on his face- or in his eyes, really.

He looked so… happy. Content, maybe. And he was staring right at you, blinking slowly as though he, too, was sleepy, stuck in a daydream. Your heart was pounding loudly, making your face warm. You swallowed, mouth suddenly dry, and went to say… something, but he moved before you could even start. 

He leaned in, letting go of one of your hands to gently brush your chin and bring you in slowly. You closed your eyes on instinct, holding your breath, and then felt his mouth brush against yours, so light, just enough to touch ever so slightly, then closer, more surely as he knew you weren’t pulling away in disgust. 

He stayed completely still for several moments, your heart pounding so strongly you could feel it shake your chest, then pulled away. At first it was just enough to take his mouth off of yours, a small pause, then away completely. 

You sat, shellshocked, heart pounding, and suddenly had to remember how to breathe as your cheeks burned hotter than the sun. 

Solar smiled at you, somehow even happier than before, maybe giddy? Lovestruck came to mind, but that- that was a foolish term to give him. Wasn’t it? Wasn’t it???

He let out a hum that was low, slower than the rest, from a place a little lower in his chest, then tucked his head close enough to rub his forehead against yours. You struggled to remember how to speak, and when you finally could, your voice was tiny, croaky.

“S-Solar?”

He pulled you closer by your still-intertwined hands so that you splayed across his chest and lap. He adjusted you so you were tucked safely into him, just low enough that he could peer down at you or lean in to- to, to-

“Acceptable way to show appreciation for you? Hm?”

“Uh hwuh?” 

You felt his small, silent chuckle, still dizzy and flabbergasted by… the kiss. He had… he had kissed you. He had kissed you?? He had KISSED you!

“Sh, sh.” His grin brushed your temple, a soothing motion that made butterflies flutter all over your skin. “Break time. Lay back, rest your feet.”

“Um. O-okay.”

You stared stupidly into space for a bit, then looked up at him. He was looking back, eyes nearly closed. The lights overhead were dim, slightly golden- when had the rest-hour lights come on?

“...Okay, sweet?”

You registered the question almost instantly- ‘are you okay?’ ‘was that okay?’ ‘do you need a breather?’ And found yourself giving the smallest of nods as you quickly averted your gaze.

“Uh, yeah. ‘Swas okay.” Your voice was barely above a mumble, not really wanting to be heard. He smiled anyway, curling into you to nuzzle you closer. Your face was hot enough to rival a small star at this point.

“Hmmm, must do this… more often…” He breathed an artificial sigh into your hair, relaxing his cheek on the top of your head as naturally as one possibly could. “If you liked it… as much as I did, of course.” “H-huh?”

Your mind was racing, and you knew he could tell how fast your heart was beating. You were scrambling to find something to say, coming up with only vaguely jumbles of words that didn’t really make sense together, when he pressed a small peck to your temple. The squeak you let out was far from dignified and you slapped at his chest lightly when he began to laugh.

“S-Solar!”

“Hmmmmmmm, very cute, little bug.”

You sputtered, somewhere between horrified and outraged, and settled for extremely-flustered-but-not-necessarily-complaining grumbling. He continued to chuckle, drawing himself closer around you to lean down to kiss you again. The touch was as gentle and slow as the first, but not quite as timid, and you felt weirdly out of breath when he pulled away. His smile was broad, soft, eyes warm and soft and full of light, and you were dizzy and felt briefly mesmerized by that look on his face.

“Heheheh, cute, cute, cute…”

“S-stop that! That’s- that’s not fair, y-you-!”

“Cute when you stammer.”

“UGH! I’ll get you back for this, just you wait!” “Hmm. Love you, shooting star.” You tried to speak, couldn’t, and settled for hiding your face in the velvet of his vest while mumbling incoherently. He downright purred, now holding you so close he was practically curled around you entirely, and gave you a squeeze as he buried his face in your hair. This close, you could hear the staticy fizzle of his processors running overtime, and the highest-setting whirring of his internal fans nearly vibrating the rest of his chassis. Huh. That was funny, it kind of reminded you of your heartbeat racing even at that very moment. So maybe your suave robot… companion? b- boyfriend?? wasn’t as confident and undaunted as he seemed. 

That was… really cute.

[misted-buttercup-enjoyer]

Team Who? (First Anniversary Splatfest Special)

“So who are you going for?”

Captain Three, Four, and Eight were standing in front of the machine to select your splatfest team on. Neo Three was lounging a few feet away, dangling a string in front of Smallfry, trying to get him interested in it. They were a bit late to the party–it was already Sunday, but agent work had called them away until the last minute. Nevertheless, they wanted to participate at least a little bit.

“...While Shiver may not be the most tenderhearted, she’s probably the smartest, and she’s led Anarchy Splatcast competently so far,” conceded Captain Three. “I’m going to pick her.” They cast their vote.

“I think I’ll go for Frye!” decided Four. “She’s really driven and enthusiastic and can’t sit still, so people think she’s childish, but I think she just hasn’t gotten the right opportunity yet! So yeah, she should get a chance to be leader!” Four confidently selected Frye.

“Hmm.” Captain Three kept their thoughts to themself.

“Well,” Eight said, “I think Big Man is a good leader. He is calm and good. I pick Big Man.” And she selected Big Man.

“Well, we’re all on different teams, so have fun with that,” shrugged Captain Three.

The trio glanced at Neo Three. “Hey Neo, what team are you on?!” called Four.

Neo Three looked up. “They’re all three such dumbasses I don’t think they should be allowed anywhere near leadership positions, but I’mma chose Big Man since he’s probably the most qualified (still not very qualified) just so I can do something this Splatfest.”

“Well, one thing’s for sure,” muttered Captain, observing their surroundings. “Splatsville will need time to recover from this.”

“What? Why?” asked Four.

“Well, this is the first year Splatsville been the central hub of activity instead of secondary to Inkopolis. Heck, they’re calling it the first anniversary splatfest. Everyone here is excited. And you know how people can have…strong opinions on these idol groups. Remember how hard people tore each other apart about the Squid Sisters splatfest? Everyone is full of adrenaline and probably a lot of caffeine. I mean, look around you!”

A few fistfights were actively happening in the streets, with small groups watching. Along with fistfights, actual ink battles were being fought as people painted small surfaces with their preferred ink color, like colorful microaggression. Decorations were hung up and torn down and hung up again.  Some cops were running around trying to control things, or, more commonly, to join in the fun, and to hell with the law. There was the usual chaos of dancing and singing and partying–and was that building on fire?!

“Okay, I see your point,” acknowledged Four.

“A bit dangerous,” agreed Eight.

“Well, Dangerous is my middle name–literally, on an unrelated note–so looks like this is my time to shine! I’m gonna go wreak havoc upon the Turf Wars, and probably the streets too if I stay out late enough. You guys coming?” asked Neo Three.

“I’ll go play Turf War!” agreed Eight.

“Coming!” chirped Four.

“I think I’ll stay here,” Captain Three decided. “Be ready to come back at any moment though–first anniversary Splatfest seems like a recipe for Octarian activity, or…mammal…activity…or WHOEVER we’re supposed to be fighting right now! Anyway, have fun.” Captain actually smiled at them. Usually only Eight was given that privilege.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” asked Eight.

“Nah, I know you love all these weird festivals and holidays and local culture n’ stuff,” replied Captain, waving their hand. “Go splat some weirdos for me!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Eight saluted.

“Last one to the lobby is a rotten Salmonid egg!” announced Four. The three ran off into the distance–it looked like Neo Three and Four were already coming to blows over it and the race had only been going for about five seconds.

Captain settled to watch the rest of the pandemonium. How long was this gonna last?

“Team ANYONE BUT SHIVER!!!” “You look like an angry, wet salmonid!” “If you genuinely think Frye as leader would be anything good I will cut off your fingers.” “Stop. Messing. WITH THE CODDAMN DEOCRATIONS! “I’LL KILL YOU!”

“Maybe I should do somethiiiing…” muttered the Captain. “Eh.”