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[rainbowangel110]

Since I’m taking forever on that fic 😩

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[neoplatinum]

we can't be friends - ariana grande | minatozaki sana

summary: the earth only has one moon, are you really the moon to sana's earth?

pairing: childhood-friend!sana x fem!reader

themes: extremely angsty, best friends to ?? to ??, internalized homophobia, gender dysphoria, sana's not too great of a friend, reader is a pushover until she isn't, implied sex, original male character, [----] x reader

wc: 3.2k

(side b: north and south poles | minatozaki sana)

from what you've learned in school, at the very early age of kindergarten is that the earth only has one moon, only one. mars has two moons: phobos and deimos.

when you were kids, you were called deimos, sana was called mars, and fuji was called phobos. it was always you three together, running through the streets of the countryside of japan.

causing so much trouble for your administrators, running around yelling down the halls of your school, the terrible trio of class 2-A. leaving school was always fun too, running around for snacks and jumping at the sight of cats.

you and sana were always closer, whenever fuji had to go home early because of his strict extracurriculars, you spent time with sana. walking by the train tracks, looking for lost coins for the vending machine or even staying for dinner with sana’s parents. it felt like it was you three taking on the small town.

until it didn’t. when middle school rolled around, you were excited to see them two after a couple of weeks of summer. each of you was busy with other things in life, making it hard to meet each other. so on the first day of school, you strolled in, ready to take on the new school year with sana and fuji by your side, when you noticed they weren’t talking much to each other.

fuji found basketball friends in his group, clinging to them like they were his new lifeline. sana has gotten close to the popular girls, they were nice but very superficial, all having drama with each other but in front of the group, they all faked smiles for each other.

you found yourself in between two different worlds, you tried calling to them after school, but they both dismissed you saying they had extracurriculars. fuji had gone off to play with his friends during basketball practice, while sana participated in school government association.

you got tricked into becoming treasurer for the sga that very year, so it was nice to still be around sana. although you could feel her distance.

it isn’t until one spring afternoon, you feel your first ever heartbreak. sana rushes into the sga room while you were napping on a desk.

she taps your shoulder excitedly, “wake up!”

you rub your eyes and focus on sana, who’s shoving a letter in your hand. you read the first line and yeah, your heart is crushed.

“fuji confessed to me!” she shouts excitedly, doing a little dance by herself as you read the lines.

“oh, congrats.” you hand the letter back to her, she looks at you a bit puzzled by your simple reaction.

“he asked me out! im so excited.” she explains, going into detail about their supposed first date. “he might kiss me, what do you think?”

“if you want to kiss him, then kiss him.”

she rolls her eyes at that, of course she knows that. that’s not what she’s implying.

“what i mean is, i’ve never had my first kiss! i don’t know what to do.” she goes on, thinking about it seriously. “what if he kisses me, and i suck and he doesn’t want to kiss me.”

“sana, if he thinks you being a bad first kisser is a deal breaker then dump him.”

you explain, placing your head back on your arms.

“you have to help me!”

“help?”

“kiss me, pretend you’re fuji.”

“no way sana.”

“why? too much of a chicken to kiss me?”

“no im not!”

"bawk bawk bawk" sana mocks you. making flapping arm motions to imitate a chicken.

“fine!” you hold yourself together (as much as you can) and place your lips gently against sana, pulling her in by the neck. caressing her cheek before letting her go. her eyes are dazed.

“wow yeah, that was good.” she fiddles with her school skirt, “i wish you were a boy, you’d make a girl very happy kissing her like that.” she blushes and leaves you alone, you feel that jagged break in your heart tear a little longer.

your tears don't stop as you try and go back to taking a nap, feeling your breathing getting heavy and you stay the rest of the afternoon, crying about not being born a guy for sana.

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that was the last time you really talked to sana, too hurt that you cut your hair short the next day in the bathroom sink. crying tears into the porcelain bowl, with tears filling around your choppy hair. when you finally stop, you try liking the idea of it being short like a boys. but sana doesn’t spare you a glance. suddenly the hair feels too choppy and the air that you didn't feel when your hair was long starts to bother you.

it doesn't bother you for long, once your hair grows back. it feels right, like you were meant to look this pretty and feminine. you stay away from both sana and fuji as much as you can.

until one day sana knocks rapidly at your door, you haven't had her over in years. high school created even more distance between you two, you found your own people to be around. people that never overlapped with sana and fuji.

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until you see sana staring at you from across the door, eyes still sparkling as they always have, in that charming look. and the longer face, the warm smile and comforting scent of flowers. as much she is the sana you remember, you don't think she's the same sana you once knew.

"hi."

"hi sana, are you okay?" you let her in. and it's like you're transported back to when you were thirteen, letting sana come over whenever she needed to complain about fuji and his "boy" tendencies. now that you're both 18 and ready to set off into the real world, you feel a little strange having sana visit.

"yeah, i need your help." she starts, dropping her bag onto the floor. you feel your heart rate spike a bit, was sana in trouble?

"help with what?" you offer her a bottle of her favorite drink, royal milk tea.

"you remembered." she says softly, grabbing it and downing it in a few quick seconds, a sign she's nervous and with the tapping of her foot. you're feeling anxious just at the sight. "fuji asked to have sex."

you nearly spit out your own water, "what?" your eyes are wide and you stare at sana as she keeps her eyes away from you.

"i need your help."

"did he do something sana? i'll kill him myself." you get up.

"no, none of that. i want to, have sex i mean. i just can't with him first."

"why not?"

"well, i...i want my first time to not be him. i just know it in my heart."

"okay. so how am i supposed to help you?"

"be my first."

"sana! you can't ask that of me."

"why not? we're best friends, of course we can."

"sana no, you love fuji, he should be your first if you love him. you're dating him too, that would be cheating."

"i dont, i dont think, i just." she shakes her head. "it can't be with him first." she ends it softly, hands in her lap. looking like she's been scolded. you feel the guilt bubbling up in your stomach; here she was being vulnerable, and you just accused her of being a cheater.

"what's really going on?" you ask, she's not making sense anymore.

"i need you to be my first, i want you to be. it can't be anyone else." sana is firm. standing up and taking your hands in hers. with her eyes looking into yours like that, like she knows how much you love and adore her. you can't find yourself to say no, even if it betrays fuji.

"okay."

"yeah?" her eyes light up.

"yeah." you pull sana upstairs, and begging her to forget about fuji, just for one night. to only focus on you and to pull out those pretty sounds of sana uttering your name into the night.

you don't stop until you feel sana against you, like it's where she belongs, right in your arms.

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when sana leaves in the morning, you feel that gash that you've been trying so hard to heal get ripped apart again. she thanks you like you're someone who was there to provide a service to her, like that's the only purpose you served her that night.

as if you didn't pour your heart out as you kissed down her torso, cherishing her body like the gods sculpted it. as if she isn't the only woman in the world, you begin to think maybe that's what you were made for. someone to exist for sana, and never with her.

this hurtful thought bumps around your brain, hitting every surface of it, you feel your heart break into two. like you're led on a leash by sana, without her letting you ever leave.

it becomes a habit, a habit you can't break. you circling between the sana and fuji whenever it was the holidays or birthday parties. each year you feel more and more of your soul slip away. you can't begin to tell where your identity begins and ends without sana.

doesn't help that fuji is a good man for sana. always considerate and careful, giving her the space and time she needs when she's overwhelmed. you think sana chose well, a good man in her life that'll never waver his loyalty for her.

but it leaves you in disarray, sana contacting you for her relationship problems. leaving fuji all alone as she calls you to escape. weeks spent away from fuji, where you two meet hidden away from the world. a hidden place filled with drunk kisses and hookups, ones you would never utter to fuji.

you being invited at her parties, seeing his arms draped around her like you weren't caressing them just days ago. it's all too much, you don't know if you can be friends with her. ever again.

until she marries fuji, she hands you their invitation card herself. how dare she? after years of being a secret she hands you a knife for you to stab into your heart, and she does it with a smile. explaining how happy she is to have the wedding of her dreams, while you feel the woman of your dreams slip right through your fingers.

but then the reality hits, she was never yours to begin with, you two are simply friends. just best friends that know each other's bodies too well.

you play your part well, giving a dedicated speech to them two. reminiscing of the early days of you as a trio. days of mischief, talking about learning of their feelings for each other, making jokes about how they were polar opposites, destined to find each other magnetically. you leave out the part where you think you would fit well with sana even if you aren't the opposing magnet.

you try and stay away from her as much as you can after the wedding, to save your own heart (as much there is left). blocking her number and taking time away from japan. going overseas to travel, and it works out well, you meet a woman named momo, you don't mention the woman to sana. you don't hear from sana and you feel your heart calm a bit, like it's finally able to take a break.

when you return to japan, you find her at your doorsteps, fallen asleep at your door. she wakes up to the sight of you and hugs you immediately, complaining about how worried she was that you disappeared. you don't mention how you blocked her number. letting sana into your apartment and she drops the biggest news on you that you could ever expect: shes pregnant.

"congratulations sana!" you fake a smile and she goes on to explain that it's going to be a little girl. and she's so excited to dress her up and have a daughter.

you feel like you're hearing static noise as she goes on, sitting on your couch talking animatedly about the new nursery and all the books she's been reading about motherhood. it isn't until she finally steps away to go home that you realize that you never said more than congratulations.

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months later, she births the beautiful baby girl. you wait outside the room, a balloon in one hand and a pack of diapers in the other. the nerves of having to see sana after so long made you vomit in the hospital bathroom just ten minutes ago. you try to focus on anything else, the sterile walls, the smell of sanitizer, the sounds of nurses chatting. then you see fuji step outside, looking like a tired first-time father.

"congratulations fuji!" you say as you pass him the diapers. he laughs at the sight and thanks you before saying he's going outside to get some food and that sana is awake.

you step into the hospital room and hear the rhythmic heart monitor and low beeps of machines. there sana is, exhausted as ever but happily babbling to her baby. you can see the little baby in the swaddle. you walk up to the bedside.

"hi sana, congratulations on your new baby." you tie the balloon to her bed, and she smiles at you, tired but always warm. "she's beautiful, sana." you wash your hands and poke at her cheek.

"isn't she? i think it's too early to say, but she might have my eyes." you look back down and see the baby, eyes closed in bliss. you think they look like sana's too. ones that you used to look at as kids.

"i want to name her after you." she starts, gently caressing her head. you stop, leaning back quickly.

“dont do that sana, don’t give it the same curse you gave me.” you bite out. sana stops caressing the baby's face to look at you. “forced to love someone who will never love them back.”

"what are you talking about?" sana says gently, you've never raised your voice at her in all the years you've known each other.

"sana, you can't give her my name. i forbid you to." you say sternly; after how much she destroyed you, you're not letting her name her daughter that.

"but, why?" she's still perplexed, eyes wide.

"it's not right." you look away from sana, years of pain resurfacing just at the idea. "you really hurt me, i don't want you to name your daughter after me."

she doesn't press you on the matter anymore, anxious eyes darting all over the room, trying to find an escape from this conversation.

"what about being her godmother?"

"i'm moving away sana."

it's like the final nail in the coffin, both phrases being said at the same time. you realize there's no other way to say it, not over text or a call. it's better to say it here, ripping off the bandaid completely.

"moving? where are you moving?" you can hear the heartbeat machine beeping faster, and you see her heart rate climbing steadily.

"korea, i got a job over there." you say dismissively.

"oh wow, when do you move?" sana's voice is timid as she tries to hold back tears at the idea.

"i leave in a week." you say, picking your stuff up getting ready to leave. "congratulations again sana, your baby is beautiful and healthy. tell fuji that he'll be a good father, i know it." and with that you step to leave, and just as you turn the knob you can hear it, the sound of sana crying.

you try not to cry yourself, but you can't stay here. orbiting around two people who are building their life together. you weren't supposed to be here to begin with. earth never had two moons. you nearly bump into fuji when he opens the door.

"oh fuji, i'm sorry i couldn't stay long." you offer when you see him outside, food in hand and excited to talk to you, he smiles sadly. giving you a hug as you walk outside.

feeling like for once you control your own life, your love is yours, and no longer sana's.

"stay a while longer, sana is so excited to see you!" he says, trying to urge you to come back inside.

"it's okay, we'll see each other around." you turn to look back at sana, and she stares right into you with tears running down her face and glaring at you. you just told your final lie to sana, closing the door behind them, like you closed your relationship with sana.

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you don't see sana for years; it's strange. growing up with so much hurt and pain made it difficult to enjoy your romantic relationships, but you realize there is always a person for you, yours being hirai momo, not sana minatozaki.

here at incheon international airport, you stretch from your seat, needing to get some movement in before you sit in that cramped airplane seat for hours. so you make a beeline to the bathroom, walking directly into a young girl.

she falls backwards, nearly hitting her head on the floor, but you catch her in time.

"hi sweetie you okay?" you pat her down, pulling her shirt down. she nods at you and you see her eyes, and you feel your memories shift back to when you were five years old, meeting that girl that sat near you in class 2-A. she runs towards someone.

you stand up and recognize those eyes immediately, sana minatozaki in the flesh after five years. eyes wide as she stares at you. fuji right by her side.

you can see the recognition in sana's eyes. you walk right up to them, offering the couple a hug. sana's arms grip onto you so tightly you feel your ribs in her hold. then you feel a tug at your pant leg.

you turn around and smile at the girl by your leg.

"say hi hana, this is sana and fuji." your little girl waves to them hi, while sana is still staring at you. fuji starts congratulating you, excited to see that you have a daughter. you let out a laugh. then you feel a pat on your back, with momo walking up to kiss you.

then you let your daughter down to play with sana's daughter. eyes fond at the two little girls chasing after each other.

“it’s been a while.” sana's voice cuts into your thinking.

“yeah, i guess it has.” you reply, finally looking at her after so long. sana gulps, willing the tears away.

"honey, you’re crying.” fuji says wiping away sana's tear, you smile at that. he's good for her.

“oh i didn't notice.” sana laughs, rapidly wiping her tears away.

you let the three of them talk, momo joining in and introducing herself. you're left feeling a bit better about your decision to leave sana's side all those years ago. waiting for her to love you back would've costed your relationship with momo, especially since you would have never had hana.

it's important to know when being friends turns into we can't be friends anymore.

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a/n: hehehehehe, angst is so fun to write, that's probably why it's everywhere in my writing. thank you to the anon who requested this! i wrote this in like 6hrs. stay safe and stay healthy everyone!

[alice-angel12x]

Born Of Unknown Stardust

Chapter 2

summary: The angles formed the world and all mortal life from dust. One day from the unknown the angels came across bizarre dust, that seemed to have a will of its own. It refused to be molded and shaped to the angel's will. So they cast it aside, till a certain angel got his creative hands on it.

(bittersweet story)

<-Part 1/ part 3 ->

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150 years Later

Yuu quickly runs through the halls, searching for a place to hide. A flapping of wings was getting closer. Finding an open room, Yuu quickly hides under the desk. Staying as quiet as possible, as the sound of fast-beating wings zipped by the room. Yet Yuu knew better to stay there for long.

Sadly they were no longer the size of a duckling, but the size of a young toddler. So hiding was a lot harder.

So not wanting to get caught, Yuu quickly dove under a pile of sheets and clothes. Soon the chaser returned, and footsteps could be heard.

"Where are you Yuu? I know you're in here?" Lucifer said as he took his sweet time. "You can't hide forever."

Yuu covered their mouth to muffle their giggles. Lucifer chuckled to himself as he heard them. But decided to humor them for a bit, as he quickly looked under the desk. To obviously not find anyone.

"Alright, I guess no one is in here. Where did you go?" Lucifers said as he slowly left the room.

Yuu, the clever little tot they were, knew he was up to something. So burning up some sheets into a ball, and using some magic. Shot the sheet out the door, letting it float like someone was running under the sheets. Lucifer quickly gave chase, as Yuu ran in the opposite direction.

As Lucifer gave chase to the decoy, he heard the small pitter-pater of feet behind him.

"Hey! You Little Trickster, I got you know!" Lucifer chuckled as he swiftly changed direction and quickly caught the young tot.

Yuu squealed and laughed as Lucifer began to relentlessly tickle the child.

"You had me chasing you all morning, when I told you to clean your room. Will you clean your room now?" Lucifer asked as he continued to prod at Yuu.

"I Promise!!!" Yuu gasped from all the tickling.

Yuu giggled as they finally slipped out of Lucifer's hold when something caught their eye. Just beyond the pearly gates, the malted surface of the newly formed earth could be seen. From the window, Yuu stared in awe as Lucifer watched on.

"Da? Did the elders let you join the project yet?" Yuu asked.

"Nope. Still too radical my ideas. Are what they tell me," Lucifer sighed as he picked Yuu up.

"Hmm. Can we make our own earth?" Yuu asked.

"Our own earth? Hmm, maybe. But what would you put on this earth?" Lucifer asked.

"I would... I would fill it with Ducks!" Yuu said proudly.

"Ducks? A world full of ducks huh?" He smiles with a chuckle.

"Yeah, an earth of ducks," Yuu smiles. " I can create stuff like you. I can do it."

"Well, small things. You need to be a little stronger than that to make a whole planet. It takes multiple elder angels to form an Earth," Lucifer explained.

"Then I'll just get stronger, you'll teach me. Won't you?" Yuu asked.

"I'll teach you everything I know," Lucifer promised.

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Yuu from then on would practice and study harder than anyone to accomplish their dream. Lucifer watched with pride as they watched Yuu also become a dreamer like him, yet so unique from him as well.

Lucifer watched with pride as Yuu showed off their most recent invention, the aurora machine. The other angels watched in awe as colors danced across the air.

"Da! Da! Did you see?! It worked!" Yuu shouted excitedly as they leaped into Lucifer's arms.

"I think all of heaven is going to see it the aurora continues to stretch across the sky like that," Lucifer smiles as He and Yuu watch the rainbow light show.

"When we make our own Earth, can I fill its skies with Auroras?" Yuu asked with a hopeful smile.

"It will be our planet, so you can fill it with whatever we want," Lucifer smiles.

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Soon Yuu's craft got more and more ambitious, but being the craft person they were. Most of these amazing inventions looked unassuming at a glance.

One day they created something special, thou to the naked eye it seemed like a regular ceramic jar. They excitedly hurried down to Lucifer's workroom...

.....

Only to see that Lucifer was not there, or anywhere.

"Da? Da!" Yuu called, but their voice echoed throughout the empty house.

Yuu sighed as they realized that Lucifer once more had run off to earth. Ever since the elder's completion of the blue planet, Lucifer would visit the planet. At first, it was every once in and while, then it turned 3 times a month, and before Yuu knew it, Lucifer would be gone for days on end every week. This went on for years

But when he was home, his mind was always elsewhere. Sadly for Yuu, they were too young to understand that their Father was love-struck. Yuu would see him eager at work in his workshop on the few days he remained at home.

"Da, check out what I made," Yuu said as they held up the ceramic jar.

"Oh, what a beautiful jar. Just put it on the workbench. I'll make sure to check it out later," Lucifer smiled as he tapped his hand on the table.

"What are you making Da?" Yuu asked as they floated a bit to get a better look.

"O-Oh it's umm Nothing!" Lucifer panicked slightly as he hid it from Yuu's sight.

Yuu only caught a glimpse, seeing something red.

"Is it for Earth? I thought the Elders said to leave it alone," Yuu pointed out innocently.

"Y-yeah, but I... Umm. It's. It's gonna be something amazing. They'll see," Lucifer said as he looked down at the red fruit with fondness. "She thinks so," He mumbles softly.

"Huh?" Yuu asked with a confused expression. "Da?"

"Yes, Bud/sweety?" Lucifer said, snapping out of his daydream.

"Can you promise me something?" Yuu asked nervesly.

"Of course, What is it?" Lucifer asked as he kneeled to Yuu's level.

“Promise me… You won’t do anything that will get you in trouble,” Yuu said. “Don’t do something that will put you in timeout.”

"Yuu I'm not going to get in-" "Please Da!" Yuu interrupted.

The Angel could see tears of worry begin well up in Yuu's star-filled eyes. Lucifer smiled slightly, slightly conflicted, but promised Yuu to avoid trouble.

“Alright, but it’s your bedtime isn’t it?” Lucifer smiled as he picked up Yuu.

“Ugh Da! No bedtime," Yuu laughs as they try to wiggle out of Lucifer's hold.

After a bit of a playful struggle, Lucifer managed to get his energetic tot into bed.

"There," Lucifer gasps as he catches his breath. combing his back into place.

"Were's wrinkle?" Yuu asked as they looked for their stuffed toy.

"Oh, we can't forget Wrinkle," Lucifer smiles as he picks up Wrinkle the Duck plushy. He smiles as he watches Yuu get comfy as they snuggle their duck plushy.

Lucifer leans down and gives one last warm hug, as Yuu did return.

"I love you Da," Yuu says sleepily. "No trouble stuff."

"No trouble stuff, and I love you too," Lucifer said with one last squeeze.

With a yawn sleep soon took over Yuu as Lucifer gave a kiss on the forehead. Turned off the lights he quietly slipped out of the room. When Yuu knew that Lucifer was mostly heading out, they pulled the drawstring from Wrinkles back. Activating the music box inside.

(Song: Waiting in the wings reprise. From Tangled)

🎶"Guess by now I oughta know my place. Do your humble duty with a smile on your face," Yuu sang quietly. 🎶"Father knows how much I love him. But he's always doing other things. So I'll keep waiting in the wings."🎶

Yuu slowly slid out of bed and floated over to the window to see Lucifer sneaking out. Most definitely looking to go to Earth once more.

🎶"I crave so much. And yet I kept on waiting. One glance, one touch. And I just kept on waiting,"🎶 Yuu continued as they watched Lucifer open a portal to Earth.

"🎶And when it came, it came with strings. So I kept waiting in the wings,🎶" Yuu sang as a tear ran down their cheek. It's so tough pretending it didn't hurt.

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Continue? Angst enough yet 😏

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[kittyball23]

All Together Now (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: What if all the brothers had been present during the escape from Troll Tree?

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“Wow! I guess this kinda counts as a tour then, huh?”

The yellow-haired Trolling who’d spoken glanced over at his older brother, but found that he did not share in his amusement. “Not a time to be joking, Clay. This is pretty serious. Just look around!” The purple-haired Trolling gestured his arms out to exemplify, showing the masses of concerned Trolls fleeing along the damp, dark tunnels.

Clay grimaced, realizing that he was right. “Err… sorry, Spruce. No more jokes right now.” He paused, and looked around himself. “Where’s John Dory?”

Spruce opened his mouth, ready to tell his younger brother that he was unsure, when a voice from further down the tunnel called “I’m here!”

Both boys turned around to find their green-haired brother out of breath, running over to catch up. “Sorry,” he said. “I had to make sure I had everything!” He held up a bag that looked somewhat heavy.

Spruce narrowed his eyes at him. “I hope you only packed what was absolutely necessary?”

The Troll hesitantly answered. “Yesss…”

Before he could do anything about it, Spruce grabbed the bag and undid the flap, looking inside and sighing. “Pre-signed autographs? Magazines? Hairspray? Seriously?” He kept rummaging. “Well, at least you had some sense to pack bottles and diapers for Branch.”

“Um, yeah!” JD said, appalled. “I’d never leave my little bro hanging.”

“Right… so where is little bro?” Spruce asked.

John Dory blinked. “Uhhh…”

“Right here!”

The boys breathed a sigh of relief when Floyd sprinted up to them, parting the hair above his head to reveal Baby Branch, giggling happily. After all, it was pretty fun to hitch a ride in your brother’s hair!

Affected by their baby bro’s cuteness, the four took a brief moment to “awww,” before it was back to business.

“All right, guys,” John Dory said with authority in his voice, “New place, but we’re still the same bros. We’re still gonna sing, dance, and rock the same way, and most importantly, we’re all still gonna be brodacious!”

“Agreed!” came the unanimous reply of the younger Trollings. With that, the boys were off, closely following along the pathway that King Peppy was leading everyone down.

“Oh, I hope the new place is a lot more relaxing than that Bergen Town,” Spruce said. “Just imagine: palm trees and warm sand as far as the eye can see, and a big ocean where you can surf!”

“Really?” Clay said, tilting his head. “I was hoping for something with big green fields. Kinda like the ones you find on a golf course!"

“As long as we can perform,” John Dory said, waving a finger. That was definitely key.

"And as long as we're all still together," Floyd added with a little smile.

The brothers nodded in agreement with him and continued along, joining up with their Grandma up ahead. 

All were uncertain about what the future would bring, but held onto that glimmer of hope since they had each other going into it.

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

COLLISION

Astarion x Y/N - Chapter 5 - 3.2K WC - NSFW 18+

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 NSFW 18+ (you are here!)

Chapter 6 NSFW 18+

Chapter 7 NSFW 18+

Warnings: a bit of non-con touching (very minimal), major character death, non-penetrative sex NSFW 18+ (I try to keep all my content gender neutral so everyone feels included, no description of genitals), violence/murder

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Astarion wasn’t there when you opened your eyes. Still half asleep, you sat up and rubbed your eyes. Weeks had passed and you finally made it to Rivington. You and Astarion fell for each other. More and more each day. Both denying the depths of your affection to yourselves all the while drowning in each other daily. Everything was going slow and perfect. The tent flap opened to reveal Astarion, he beamed at you and set down the plate of food he brought in. He rushed to you and kissed you deeply, taking you back as this was the complete opposite of how he typically was.

“Hello darling, feeling alright after last night?” He chuckled lowly. 

Your face was full of confusion, nothing happened last night. Was Astarion feeling ok? 

“Did I give you such pleasure your voice is raw my dear?” Astarion said moving to kiss your neck quickly and roughly. 

What the fuck was he doing? Your heart sped up, growing more nervous by the second. 

“Astarion, stop.” You said, putting your hands on his chest. He continued kissing your neck, nipping and sucking bruises onto you. His fingers roughly pulled your shirt up, exposing your chest. His fingers danced across your skin. You started to panic, “I said stop!” You yelled pushing him back harshly.

His face twisted in anger. His eyes shifted white and his bones cracked, twisting unnaturally. You screamed loudly. A disturbing looking, yet beautiful woman hovered above you, her smile wide and frightening. Orin? You think that’s her name? Your heart sped up but you released a small sigh of relief, happy that it wasn’t your Astarion pushing your boundaries. He would never. 

“Come get your lover boy.” She snickered at you before disappearing into black smoke. Lae’zel ripped open the tent flap. She saw you with your shirt hanging off your shoulder and bruises on you. You could see panic in her eyes before rage. 

“Did Astarion do that to you? Where is he? I'll tear his head from his body…” she said looking around the tent and to the stream. 

You clutched your chest, running to Lae’zel and hugging her. She patted your back stiffly. “I’m sorry…” you said shakily, backing up and pointing a quivering finger at his bedroll, “she… she looked like Astarion but s-something was wrong with her. She said… come get him?” Lae’zel’s face said she knew what it was. 

“Shapechanger…” she whispered, quickly retreating from your tent and moving to get her armor on. The sun was descending behind the horizon rapidly. “Get the others.” Lae’zel commanded. You ran to the others tents one by one, quickly muttering about Astarion and needing to leave ASAP. 

You, Lae’zel, Karlach, and Shadowheart speedily left camp. “Where are we going?” You yelled, trying to keep up with everyone in your dense armor. You were struggling to breathe, panic bubbling up inside you, all you could think of was how badly you needed to get him back. He must be so scared. What if it was too late? No. You can’t think like that, just get to him. 

You ran and ran until you reached a dark entrance to the last place you wanted to be. The Temple of Bhaal. Not knowing why healing spells didn’t work on you, battle was risky, especially not knowing if Withers could bring you back. You had to go though, sitting and waiting at camp would kill you.

You all but rushed in before Lae’zel yanked your arm to stop you. You looked at her ready to bite her head off. She put her finger to her lips, indicating you needed to be quiet. She listened through the door, hearing movement but not much else. 

“Do you think they'll come for you little spawn?” Orin laughed maniacally. “I doubt it… your little love must not be pleased with you, they didn’t want my touch when I was in your shape.”

This made Astarion’s eyes snap up and he struggled even harder against his confines, drawing blood. “You touched them?” He growled angrily. Astarion and you held comfort in the fact that neither of you would push intimacy. You both had trauma in that area, finding solace in one another as you slowly worked on yourselves to be able to enjoy each other fully, one day.

Orin paced a bit in front of Astarion, “Only a little,” she smiled disgustingly, “They looked so afraid when slid my hands under their shirt, along their chest…. Not an apt lover are you? How disappointing.” Orin gripped Astarion’s face tightly, forcing him to look at her.

While she scanned him over, everyone else prepared for battle, moving into strategic positions. All you could think of was Astarion. 

“Free him, that's your job. We’ll take care of Orin.” Karlach said to you, knowing you were in no position to fight.

“Ok just let me do this..” You whispered. You cast a web on Orin, the others charging towards her.

You snuck behind the battle, rushing towards Astarion. You speedily untied his hands and ankles. He rushed to stand you both up and pull you away from the battle. His fingers ghosted over the bruises he could see peeking out your armor on your neck. His face had never looked so sad, you thought. 

“Astarion!” Lae’zel screamed. It was too late, Astarion’s shirt seeped with crimson. Orin stood behind him smiling that haunting smile, holding the end of the dagger that was buried in his back. Astarion went limp, his eyes no longer gleaming. He was gone.

You let out a horrified scream, tears blinding you. Your sorrow instantly turned into rage. You cast hold on Orin, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak. You wanted her to know pain. Shadowheart handed you one of her many daggers.

“Do you know what you’ve done?” you spat at her, “Let me show you.” You felt detached from your body as you split her open from navel to neck. You rummaged through her open chest before yanking her heart out. You held it up to her face so she could watch her still beating heart wither away. Her head lolled to the side, your spell broke and Orin fell to the floor. Dead, finally dead. 

Karlach grabbed your form, frozen in shock. “We have to go.” she spoke. You fought against her, trying to get back to Astarion. Not caring if you were caught in the temple, you wanted him back. You sobbed and fought as hard as you could in your state. Lae’zel and Karlach managed to pull you into the portal to camp. 

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You fell to the ground as soon as you exited the portal. Screaming and crying. Ripping the armor off yourself as it was restricting your already erratic breathing. Everyone in camp was watching you but only Shadowheart sunk to the ground to hold you. You have no idea how long it took you to calm down. Once you did, Karlach gently approached you, nodding at Shadowheart to give you two a moment. 

“Talk to Withers.” was all she whispered, slipping gold into your hands. You looked confused for a moment before scrambling to your feet and sprinting to the bone man. 

You shoved the gold into his chest before he could get a word out, “Bring Astarion back! Please…” you whimpered out. You didn’t hear him talking to you but you did pay attention as he started casting a spell. A human shape appeared in a brilliant flash of light, Astarion. He stumbled a bit when his form took shape completely, he immediately started looking around. You rushed him, tumbling you both to the ground.

Everyone in the camp was watching from where they were, trying not to be obvious about their eavesdropping. They knew you and the vampling had become friends but they didn’t know you were this close. Or that your feelings went far deeper than friendship. 

You and Astarion sat up, his one arm curled around your waist tightly, the other was embedded in your hair. Your arms were thrown around his neck, your face in the crook of his neck. You both held each other like your lives depended on it. When you both pulled away after god knows how long, you held his face. Looking him over repeatedly as if he were a dream that you would wake up from. “I thought you were dead.” you whispered barely audible. 

Astarion held your hand on his face before moving to kiss your wrist, “You think death could separate me from you? I think not.” He said with his signature smirk. He wiped your tears away before pulling you back into a hug. “Shall we rest?” he said, rubbing his hands up and down your back to sooth you. You nodded against him. He stood up and wobbled for a second before standing you up. He began walking back to his tent, hand in yours before you slipped your hand away from his. 

“Just a second.” you said looking at him, he nodded at you, curious as to what you needed to do. 

You dashed over to Karlach who was just as surprised as Astarion that you were running to her. You captured her into a bone crushing hug “Thank you.” you whispered. She chuckled before hugging you back, lifting you off the ground for a second.

“What are friends for?” she said.

“Anything you want, anything at all, just ask.” you told her, placing a swift peck on her cheek to show the depth of your gratitude. She smiled and squeezed your hand before nodding towards Astarion. You turned back to scamper back to him, not missing the genuine smile on his face. 

Once back in his tent, he held you close to him. “Was the thought of life without me that unbearable my sweet?” he said, trying to lighten the mood. Your smile faltered as you gently played with the white curls at the nape of his neck. 

“A life without you… is no life at all.” you whispered, watching his eyes. He could have melted at that moment. He knew what he felt for you, in the depths of his unbeating heart he knew. He knew the second he moved so Orin would hit him instead of you. Putting your needs before his? The ever selfish and self absorbed Astarion? That could only be one thing. Love, he knew it and he was sure you felt the same considering the events of the night. 

He continued holding you, leaning your foreheads together in perfect silence. Just enjoying being together. Neither of you brave enough to say the three little words you both meant with every bit of your souls.

“I’m sorry.” whispered Astarion, his breath causing your eyelashes to flutter open. “I’m sorry Orin got to you. I’m sorry she violated you… in my shape no less.” his eyes read with an emotion you had never seen before. Shame. 

You shook your head and kissed him quickly, “That was not you and it was not your fault.” you reassured him, sitting on his bedroll. You laid down, letting out a sigh that felt as if it was releasing all the pent up emotions of the day. Astarion sat next to you, hand tracing the dip of your hip slowly. This was him. This is the touch of your Astarion. You knew the difference instantly. 

“What are you thinking?” he asked. 

“Abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful goodness is…” Astarion let out a soft chuckle before you continued, “I remember reading that in school and not understanding at the time. I think I do now. For however wicked I am, I felt goodness and I was done for.” you hummed. 

“Oh? And what goodness is this?” Astarion asked, he longed to have you as close as possible. Not once did he feel disgust or shame when he thought of having you. He craved to touch you, and for you to touch him. 

“You.” you said bluntly, “Good weights so much more than evil does. It’s more fragile, and so easy to rot. But you… you made me feel good. You are good, despite what you may think. And I’m… grateful that you share yourself with me.” you said, taking his hand from your waist and bringing it to you so you could kiss his finger tips. 

Astarion didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t good and yet here you lay, thanking him for being… himself? You saw good in him when very few did, including himself. He couldn’t put his feelings into words. He leaned over and kissed you, deeply and with as much feeling as he could put into a kiss. You sat up onto your elbow, holding his face and reciprocating his kiss. Your heart beating fiercely. He pulled you to him, holding you in his arms. You shifted to straddle him, Astarions hands firmly holding your hips. The kisses shared between you were slow and sensual, as if to savor them. As if to say, there is no past, there is only this moment. And this moment is consumed by us. 

Without thinking, Astarion ground your hips against his. You let out a soft gasp of air, pulling away from Astarion. His eyes were clouded over with lust. Not his usual seduction lust, but a lust that poets write about. “I’m sorry..” he whispered. You didn’t respond, you just ground your hips against his in return. His hands held you still after a moment, his breath already picking up. “Darling you don’t have to do that…” 

“But what if I want to?” you smiled at him mischievously, using his own line against him. 

“Truly?” he asked, a glimmer of doubt still in his eyes. 

You held your breath for a moment, closing your eyes before letting the words fall from your lips “I love you… truly.” you said finally looking him in his eyes. He looked like a deer in headlights. “I don’t expect you to say it back… but it’s how I feel when I’m with you. My chest can barely contain my heart… as if it doesn’t belong to me anymore.” you could see the cogs in his brain working overtime. You moved to get off his lap, to give him time to process the literal love bomb you dropped on him. However, as soon as he felt you shift to get off him, he pulled you back. Smashing his lips into yours before he whispered against them “And I you.” 

He continued grinding your hips into his, letting out the most delicious whimpers and mewls you ever heard. He gently tugged at the laces of your shirt, watching your eyes for any indication of fear or regret. But it never came. 

Happy

Is what the worm communicated to him. You both felt happy. Not only happy, but safe. Safe enough to indulge in each other - mind, body, and soul. Where others had taken, you were giving yourselves to each other and it was… liberating. To be known. 

Your shirt slipped off your shoulders, puddling around your hips. Astarion gazed at your chest, your neck, everything about you bewitched him. You chuckled before tilting his head up to kiss him. He had never felt this light before. Like he was floating. Like he himself was daylight caressing you. He kissed you endlessly, every piece of skin was smothered in kisses. Little nips here and there, earning him a gasp and soft smack to his arm, making him chuckle. When he kissed and sucked at your nipples you lost all sense. All you could feel was him. 

He took his time with you kissing, licking, nipping - anything he could do to heighten your pleasure. You tugged at his shirt, he obliged your silent request as he helped you remove it.  You felt his hand inching closer to your heat, his cold fingers ghosting over your thin night clothes. You stuttered out a breath, gripping his shoulder to keep yourself upright. He began working you, just the way you liked. As if he already knew your body and what made it tick. He loved watching your face, blissed out just for him. He kept his mouth busy on your chest but he couldn’t ignore the way he heard your blood pump. 

“Do you want to?” you breathed out in a pant, catching him eyeing your neck. You were barely able to compose yourself, his expert fingers toying with you. 

“May I?” he asked, chasing after your lips, they were puffy from being overworked. 

You pulled back from the kiss and tilted you head. Your hips now matching the pace of his fingers, you were getting so close. Astarion kissed your neck a few times “Good little pet.” he whispered before sinking his fangs in. He swore you tasted sweeter this way. In the throws of ecstasy you tasted like pure heaven. Sweet, delicate, savory. You were dizzy from the pleasure and blood loss, your orgasm hit you unexpectedly. Astarion pulled away quickly so his fangs didn’t rip you apart as you squirmed above him. 

“That’s it, easy darling.” he said, eyes watching your face contort with pleasure. He didn’t stop, working you over until tears formed on your waterline. You wanted so badly to moan out but you’d never hear the end of it from the others if you did. You took Astarion’s hand and bit down on him, muddling your moans. Astarion looked at you with such lust he hardly felt the sting of your teeth breaking his skin. You felt the pleasure and pain of overstimulation but gods you never wanted it to stop. As the tears slipped down your cheeks you whined “Too much…”

Astarion pulled his hand away, licking his fingers of your essence. You breathed heavily for a moment, trying to compose yourself while leaning against him. You reached for his trousers but his hand stopped you. “Not tonight my love. I got plenty of pleasure watching you.” he smiled, moving stray fly aways from your face. You looked so beautiful. Cheeks pink, chest heaving, eyes droopy from pleasure. 

“Are you sure?” you asked. He could see it in your eyes, obligation. 

“You owe me nothing, my love. I wanted to make you feel good.” you kissed him again and again. Thanking him for not using you, as others so often had. 

He slid the shoulders of your shirt back up, the chill of the deep night invading the tent. 

“We should sleep.” you mumbled, already starting to drift off on his shoulder. 

Astarion gently moved so you were both lying down, he moved to get the blanket which caused you to whine as he wasn’t in your arms. He smiled at the neediness of you. Laying back down he pulled you flush against him, tangling your legs together. He gently traced invisible patterns on your back, sending you to sleep swiftly. 

Astarion gazed at you the whole night, not wanting to sleep as if you would disappear from his arms once his eyes closed. The negative thoughts plagued his mind but he willed them away. Not now, he thought. Not in this perfect moment. 

“Abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful goodness is…” he whispered, kissing you gently so as to not wake you. “Goodnight darling.” he traced over your face gently. “I love you…” he let out, not knowing you heard it bringing a subtle smile to your face.

Hello my pretties! I hope this chapter is to your liking, its a bit on the shorter side and Idk how I feel about it tbh. I'll be writing the next part soon, I hope to see your comments they really encourage me. Thank you all - XOXO :)

[strkyoo]

Hi !

It is My FIRST time requesting, sorry if I don't explain myself, can I request shy!lynette x energetic!fem reader ? Where Lynette is slowly falling in love with reader who is Lyney's new friend ?

Thanks You !!!

— lovely solitude

PAIRING ; shy!lynette x energetic!fem!reader

IN WHICH ; ever since you moved to fontaine, lynette always spends her time with you and her brother. yet she feels… something oddly cozy when she’s alone with you.

NOTE ; ANON … youre the first person to make a request AND TYSM FOR THE REQ <33 and i hope this one’s actually make sense and not rushed, im so lack of plot + writer’s block IS SO ANNOYING GHGRHHRRHGHREGH

// FLUFF — her feeding sum stray cats awawaw and there’s nothing much tbh, might be ooc — wc ; 852

ever since you arrived in fontaine several weeks ago, you met some random skilled magician named lyney and his twin sister, lynette. they were… unique, as twins, to say the least. you love their magic shows very much, it has made your first day in fontaine even more colorful and has given you a good first impression.

seeing from how you interacted with the twins, you’re way more close with lyney than lynette—considering her being so quiet and rarely muttering any words. that doesn’t mean you don’t like her though, you still like the twins equally.

as usual, you walked around the court of fontaine, trying to find some perfect time to chill after doing a lot of tiring work. you swing your arms a little, humming one of your favorite songs while looking here and there to admire the scenery.

it was pretty quiet, maybe some people were resting in their respective homes after their hard work today.

you looked up to the blue sky, a smile dancing on your lips as you saw several redcrown finch flying high on the sky. they looked very free, flapping their wings and flying to and fro freely makes you somewhat envious.

as you kept walking around the court of fontaine, a soft meow caught your attention. cats? you thought as you shifted your gaze to the ground, spotting someone familiar crouched down, feeding the stray cats.

you tilted your head to have a better access to them, and turns out it was…

“... lynette?”

lynette flinched when you called her name, almost scaring the stray cats off. “gosh, s/o…” she sighed in embarrassment, fixing her current position.

“oh, sorry! i never thought you were the one who feed these stray cats,” you chirped, stepping closer to lynette and crouching beside her, watching the stray cats eating the wet food lynette just gave them with a huge smile.

she nodded. “it’s… one of my hobbies. i really like seeing these poor cats eat until they’re satisfied.” she admitted with a sheepish giggle, extended her arms to reach the stray cat’s head and scratch it carefully.

your eyes sparkling at how extra gentle lynette is when it comes to those stray cats. “you’re so gentle with them!” you mumbled, shifting your gaze to her and smiled again.

you reached the stray cats to pet them just like how she do it, trying to be as gentle as possible. you didn’t want to scare them away after all.

“anyway, what are you doing here? where’s lyney?”

“he’s… i don’t know, he’s gone to do something, i think, and i’m here for… feeding these cats…?”

your smile widens even more as you hear the way she talks, it’s really adorable. you leaned closer to her and touched her cheeks, your fingertips brushing against the soft flesh, trying to fight the urge to pinch it.

“…?”

she furrowed her eyebrows, confused and flustered at your sudden gesture. her pale cheeks now being decorated with a soft, rosy blush. “wha… what was that for…?”

“for you being so goddamn cute.” you stuck out your tongue, your smile now covers your eyes completely. but you quickly realized what you’ve said. wait, what the fuck did i just say to her?

you gasped, covering your mouth with your hand as you moved away and sitting on the ground. why would you say that in the first place? that was embarrassing! cold sweat is now running down your forehead, feeling panicked and anxious.

“... ahem. please, forget what i say—”

but it was too late. lynette is already a blushing mess. damn it, what did you just do? what if you accidentally broke her? what if she complains about this to her brother?

lynette made a fake cough, standing up from the ground and fixing her short ruffled skirt. “i … have to go now. see you around, s/o.”

“but, wait—!”

you tried to reach her, but it was all vain and useless. she’s faster than thought, and you swear you could still see her visible flushed mess face even when she’s getting more far from this place.

your gaze locked on the ground, regret began to fill your heart. is she uncomfortable? did she find you as a weirdo now? you didn’t know, so… you decided to ponder it for a while.

another note ; part 2?? also dyk when i posted this my battery was already 1% and i immediately fell asleep?? yeah now you do :3

likes, comments & reblogs are appreciated ! ♡

— © strkyoo.

[seraphimaa]

Feral things I want to do with Haarlep

We’re both just little creatures together. Us FR

Warnings: NSFW

- i wanna pull the tail. I wanna bite it. I wanna hear him hiss like a big cat and then I want him to punish me for it, using it to choke me and hold me in place while he fucks me into oblivion.

“Hey! Stop that! You’re such a little brat, you know that? No, no, no. You’re not going anywhere, my little mouse. You pulled the poor cats tail, now you get over his knee and apologise nicely otherwise he might just never let you cum again.” Giggles. “That’s what I thought. Good girl.”

- I wanna just touch and watch his wings. The way they flutter when he feels good or the way he bats them subconsciously in the air when he’s annoyed. Do they twitch when he cums? Does he bathe like a little bird, flapping them in the water?

“Yes. Just like that, my angel. I love it when you smile up at me like that-fuck. You were just made for this weren’t you? Sucking me so nicely” *flap flap flap*

Or

*aggressive splashing* “what? Why are you laughing at me?”

- Let us just be an unstoppable force of chaos. A grand ball full of tight collared elites? Drunken Kobold camp jamming on instruments? A peaceful village tavern? You can bet we’re going, just to make a scene and have a party of our own. I just wanna be loud, and embarrassing and totally socially unacceptable to polite society with him. We’d have so much fun.

“Come, my darling. It is positively time for us to grace the dance floor. Let’s show these sticks in the mud how to really dance.”

- I want to live like Bacchus and his one true Maenad. I want to exist in a state of frenzy, divine madness and ecstasy at his side. Always under the influence, even if just his venom alone. I want to run through the woods, feral and dangerous to all who cross us. Only we will decide whether we meet you with lust or chase.

“Look, my light. A little stray soul come to watch from behind the trees. Shall we invite to join our worship? How unfortunate, it seems you have met us on a day that my goddess is not feeling generous. I would run.”

- I want to bite him and I want him to bite me back. I want him to pin me down and swear I must be of the same nature. His little succubus. There was no other way to explain it.

“Tell me the truth. Tell me you lie. You are no mortal. You are made of the same beast I am, aren’t you? Always hungry for more. Always willing and needy for me. Such a little brat. My evil little monster. My little animal. My little soul kin. My succubus.”

- I want to fuck my way through the monster manual with him. There’s a whole world out there and I want to explore it all with him. He’d give me things no other could. The god of my small deaths as he feeds even my most depraved and closeted fantasies. There so much I want to explore through his help or form.

“You can take it. I’ve got you. Focus on my venom in your veins. Oh shit, does that feel good? Gods, you look so good like that. Eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out. I told you it would fit. You in there, my heart? Focus on my voice. There you are. God you’re just the perfect little monster tamer aren’t you? I was worried, for a slit second, he was going to smash us into pieces but aren’t you glad you trusted me? Doesn’t it feel so good to have something so big inside? Here, kiss me again, it’ll make it easier when he starts moving.”

- I want him to molt like a little lizard. I want to scratch my nails over his abs and arms. I want to help to peel layers of old skin away as he sighs with relief, squirming under my touch.

“Mmm, to the left. Yeah. Just like that. Think you can scratch the base of my tail, too? You’re so kind to me, however will I repay you?”

I actually had other stuff to finish but I the Haarlep in my brain made me write this word vomit instead. Enjoy? Idk. I don’t even know what this is. Help me. He doesn’t let me eat or sleep.

Miscellaneous Haarlep thoughts™️?

[rebelspykatie]

Rushin’ through me like a fire Part 3

A Steddie Club AU

AO3 | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

“You bought a bar, but you don’t like people?” Steve tilts his head curiously. 

“I’m an enigma, I know.” He flaps his hands around. “My Uncle Wayne always told me I’m as crazy as a rainbow trout in a car wash.” He laughs at the face Steve makes and scratches the back of his head. “Yeah, I never really understood what that meant either until I bought this place. Got in over my head with it all and it takes a lot of work to keep it running. Should’ve known better than to buy a bar when I barely graduated high school.”

“Seems like it all worked out for you, though,” Steve looks around appreciatively, as if he’s not already well acquainted with these fours walls. “Robin and I love coming here. It’s our favorite place. Unless we count our house.” 

Eddie cheeks flush a pretty pink color that looks delicious under the twinkling lights. “Such high praise from one of my best customers.” 

Now Steve’s blushing, ducking his head to hide his smile. He swirls his drink around in the glass. Deciding to be a bit bold, he says, “If I had known you were out here on slow nights, maybe I would’ve come in earlier in the week.” He takes a sip of his drink to stop himself from saying more.

“Are you saying little old me is enough to bring you in on a slow night?” Eddie leans forward, closing some of the space between them. It feels wholly different from when Austin did it, butterflies kicking up in his stomach and palms perspiring, instead of cold dread. The people sitting around the bar or dancing behind him have completely disappeared, his focus only on Eddie and the adorable way he’s biting his lip, playing up being coy but still looking secretly pleased at Steve’s attention. 

“I think you’d be enough to bring me in any night.” And Steve gets to watch his cheeks blossom a bright cherry red as a delighted zing of pleasure wraps itself around his heart. Perhaps he hasn’t lost his touch after all. 

“Aren’t you just a charmer?”

“Guess my lines do work, then, huh?” Steve asks, unable to wipe the goofy grin off his face. Pushing his luck, he asks, “Is the owner allowed to dance, or are you too busy?”

Before Eddie has a chance to answer, Gareth leans over his shoulder and says, “He’s not too busy.” Eddie elbows Gareth in the ribs. Gareth ignores him. “Go on, boss. Have fun for once.” 

Steve hesitantly adds, “It’s ok if you don’t want to. The rejection won’t crush me or anything.” And so what if he’s lying through his teeth and it would definitely crush him completely if Eddie backed away from him after all the electricity he felt between them? He’ll keep that to himself.

“No rejection here, sweetheart,” Eddie sheepishly grins. He drags Gareth away with him by the arm, both of them whispering feverishly to each other as Eddie rounds the end of the bar. The hairs on his neck stand at attention knowing that they’re definitely talking about him, but he tries to stay focused on Eddie agreeing to dance with him. 

With one last exasperated look, Gareth turns Eddie around by the shoulders and frog marches him over to Steve, who has hopped down from the bar stool to wait patiently along the edge of the dance floor. 

“He’s all yours, Steve,” Gareth smirks and pushes Eddie forward with a little shove, then runs back behind the bar to continue helping customers. 

“We really don’t have to, if you’re that uncomfortable,” Steve says once more, making sure that Eddie doesn’t feel pressured into anything. 

“It’s not you,” Eddie glances at the dance floor, eyes nervously darting around. “I wasn’t kidding before. People make me nervous. I’m not used to anyone touching me unless they’ve known me since I was in diapers.” He rubs at the back of his neck. “I’m afraid I won’t be very good at all of that.” He gestures towards the bodies moving together. 

“It’s not really about being a good dancer. At least, not for me,” Steve shrugs. “I like the release I get when I just let the music take over and it drains all of the stress out of my body.” 

Eddie has turned away from the crowd, staring intently at Steve’s face. “You’re still a good dancer, though.” 

“Are you admitting that you’ve watched me on those cameras of yours?” Steve can’t help the way his heart races at the thought. He wants to be the center of Eddie’s attention.

“I saw you earlier with that idiot,” Eddie tries to argue, but his cheeks are rosy and he looks a little skittish. Hard to tell if that’s a lie or if he really is that nervous. 

Steve reaches out to grab Eddie’s hand, keeping eye contact and hesitating for a second, waiting on Eddie to give him an approving nod. He wraps a hand around Eddie’s and takes a step closer. “You know what else I love about dancing?” 

It’s almost too dark to catch, but Eddie’s eyes flick down to his mouth. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and Eddie’s eyes track the movement, giving Steve a rush of confidence. 

“What?” Eddie asks, a bit dazed, like he barely heard Steve. 

“How it lets you get close to someone.” He takes another step closer. “You can feel heat passing between bodies.” Another step. “The way the beat runs through your veins down to your hips.” He places a hand on Eddie’s hip and can actually see the full body shudder run through Eddie. “You can pretend like there’s no one else in the room.”

Eddie nods along, eyes glazed over and focused on Steve’s mouth, like he’s hanging on every word.

As the song changes, the beat switches to something softer, a little slower. A sensual jazzy undertone that makes him want to turn off the lights and move his body in time with someone else. It’s exactly the opening Steve needs.

AO3 | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

[lil-pine-mha-drabbles]

Knight!Bakugou x Chubby!reader part 5

Jeepers. I was stumped this last year. Sorry you had to wait so long. But I’m not dead (no matter how much I used to want otherwise)

So here you go, saplings!!

<- chapter 4

There are 1297 words to read below the line!!

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Spirits were high after the picnic. Word had slipped from Eijiro to one of his sisters and the whole household was in an uproar of pleasantries when you returned home.

“I’m so excited for your wedding, Y/n! I think I should like to be the flower girl very much!” The youngest Kirishima held her little wooden pony to her chest dreamily, dancing all around the hope chest. You chuckled at her antics, continuing your embroidery, swaying gently in the wooden rocking chair.

Mrs. Kirishima asked for some of her own embroidered towels and you quickly agreed, perhaps to pay the Kirishimas back in any way possible. The stack of finished towels was cut short as you handed the old woman her new cloth pile. “Thank you, my dear. Having you in our home has been such a blessing.” Her hand was warm and her smile warmer.

“Thank you. You have no idea what a blessing being here has been. I appreciate all you’ve done for me.” You placed your hand on hers with a pleasant smile.

Thumping in the next room drew your attention away from your wonderful aunt. Eijiro walked to the threshold of the room in his full armor with sweat dripping down his brow. “You need to come with me.” His eyes were cold and his voice, firm.

You stood suddenly, your skirts wrapping around your legs with every quick step. “What’s going on?” Panic filled your veins and your eyes danced over all the Kirishima girls huddled around the table with worried expressions and hurried whispers filling the air.

“I’ll tell you on the way,” your cousin—always a gentleman—opened the door to let you through.

The cool of the day before had passed and the air was wiggling in the heat, and dust blew through the streets. You understood why Eijiro was sweating so much when he entered in a hurry.

You were glad you had worn a short sleeved top. But having pants and a skirt, you were burning up. “So what’s going on??” You were almost running, trying to keep up with Ei’s fast pace.

“Bakugou’s been badly injured and King Deku asked for you. I don’t exactly know why the king wants you there but I was going to fetch you anyway when Katsuki got hurt.” His gaze stayed straight ahead. So you did the same.

The castle’s guard entrance was quickly growing as you got closer. The large black oak doors creaked open after a few shouts were exchanged between Eijiro and the guard on duty in the tower above you.

The medic tent was closer to the center of the guards’ courtyard. Eijiro held open the tents flap for you as you stepped inside.

Cots lined the walls, small bedside tables no larger then a foot wide were placed between each bed. Only two young nurses walked between the cots.

Katsuki was the farthest from the entrance, his expression pained as a short man chatted enthusiastically to him, the chair he was on creaking with every movement of his flailing arms.

You squeezed past the two nurses easily, Eijiro had a harder time with his armor taking up a lot of space. It also didn’t help that one of the nurses was making eyes at your cousin which caused him to falter briefly.

Katsuki looked up at you when you got closer. You couldn’t read his expression but you assumed it was annoyance with a hint of gratitude due to your appearance shutting up the green haired man.

Eijiro appeared next to you and bowed, nudging your elbow to do the same. You curtsied politely, not knowing who the smaller man was.

“You must be Kachan’s fiancé!!” The man’s face lit up as he took your hand and kissed you knuckles out of courtesy. “I haven’t heard much about you from him, but Kirishima certainly has some nice things to say about his favorite cousin!”

You smiled politely, folding your hands in front of you, glad you had wiped your face with your handkerchief before you entered the medical tent. “I just so happen to be his only cousin.” You chuckle and tilt your head.

“I do apologize,” the man bowed lowly, “I am King Izuku Midoriya. You may call me Midoriya, or Deku if you’d like!” He smiled brightly.

“It’s very nice to meet you, sir.” You curtsied again and bowed your head. You told him you name in a gentle tone, but your eyes were on Katsuki. His gaze was focused on you. His eyebrow raising he lifted his arm and gave a slight wave.

King Midoriya talked for quite awhile while you tried not to giggle watching your fiancé mock his words, mouthing everything the king said, perfectly lip syncing every word.

“—and then I realized I had never actually met you, so I asked Sir Kirishima to kindly fetch you. While it’s not favorable that he was hurt, I’m glad I remembered to ask for you because of it—“ the poor man just didn’t know when to shut his mouth.

“Deku. You’re boring her. You met her—good for you—now get out so I can talk to my fiancé in peace.” Bakugou groaned as he shoved off the thin sheet covering his thighs.

Izuku looked surprised, his eyebrows nearly touching his hairline. “Oh!! Of course! I am so sorry! I was so caught up in telling my story I completely missed the fact that you were tryin—“

“Shut up! Get out!” Katsuki closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose like he had a migraine.

“Right!” He turned and walked out with Eijiro.

You took King Deku’s seat cautiously watching Katsuki sigh roughly and sit up.

“That was pretty harsh.” You leaned back.

“Yeah well, the guy doesn’t know when he’s being too much.” He smirked slightly and twiddled with the sheet.

“So how badly were you hurt?” You tried to act unconcerned.

“I actually got a taste of my own medicine,” he chuckled, “remember when I kicked you in the ribs?”

You winced at the memory.

“Well I was gifted something very similar,” he gently peeled up his shirt to reveal a very blood soaked bandage over his chest. “Mina finally bested me.” His light laugh didn’t hold much humor in it. “She got me good right on the chest.”

“Does it still hurt?” You couldn’t hide your concern you had been trying to conceal the whole conversation.

“Oh yeah, but I’m sure I’ll heal up in a couple of days.”

You nodded slowly and twisted your fist into the fabric of your skirt.

“Did you enjoy the picnic?” He asked sheepishly.

“Yes. It was very pleasant. I appreciate your efforts to make this marriage as smooth as possible, Bakugou.” In the back of your mind you growled at yourself for using his last name. You knew you were just trying to distance yourself from your feelings. But you couldn’t become attached to this brut.

Katsuki’s smile dropped. “Yes. That was the purpose.” He looked at the canvas wall across the room.

“You should be cleared to leave for home, Sir Bakugou.” An old woman stepped close to the bed and placed and aged, shaking hand on your shoulder. “Stay out of trouble for a couple weeks. No training while you’re healing. Understand?” She asked firmly.

“Yeah, yeah. I know the drill—“

“Katsuki.”

“I—“ he sighed. “Yes, ma’am.” He nodded and dropped his hand he had raised while waving off her warnings.

You smiled at his quick defeat, and helped him stand to his feet.

“I don’t want to see you back her for at least two weeks, Sir Bakugou.” The firm statement was waved off by the blonde who let himself use you as a crutch.

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[bettyfrommars]

Hi Betty! For your requests could I get a little Bitch Whatever in winter with hybrid Steve? I’m missing my monster boyfriend.

Or if you’re not feeling that, then maybe some holiday fluff with either of the biker boys? You can pick which one.

Whatever you feel most inspired for. Thanks, have fun writing! ♥️

Gia! I love these options, and I will for sure do some holiday fluff with our biker boys as well. This time, I chose hybrid!steve. I hope you enjoy my dear friend.

hybrid!steve x fem!reader

18+ONLY, hints to monsterfucking but does not actually happen, drinking blood, being chased in the woods, mention of a gun shot, Steve is part vampire/part wolf. I wrote this really fast, it was so much fun, and it has not been proofread.

wc: 884

The snow was coming down in thick, soft flakes, and your windshield wipers were flapping when you heard over the car radio that a woman was almost attacked by a wild beast. She said it had the body of a wolf, but it stood on hind legs.

You yanked the steering wheel, tires spinning to a halt in the gravel, and then turned the volume up with the knob on your dash.  

“Please, no, baby, no…” your whisper trailed off.  The radio announcer continued to say that the beast in question was still on the loose, and hunters were out looking for it that very moment, all eager to collect the bounty on its head.  

Frantically, your eyes searched the dense woods to your right, and there were pinpricks of light from lamps and torches dancing in the darkness as groups of people trudged through the snow, trying to pick up on his trail.

You were afraid this would happen one day.  When the moon was full, Steve always cut through the forest to get to your place, and you wondered when the day would come that he might stumble upon a few campers or someone walking their dog on the trail that connected to a collection of suburban houses nearby.

He did not have much control of his animalistic urges in hybrid form, and you were relieved to know that the woman was unharmed.  Apparently, the beast she’d encountered lurched at her, but then her husband tried to take a shot at it with a handgun, but missed, and he was gone too quick for the man to even try another shot.

You wondered if Steve had been grazed by the bullet, if he was possibly wounded somewhere. You raced the final mile to your place, and checked to see if he’d made it back first before bundling up to go outside and face the elements, to hopefully find him before the hunters did.  You flipped your Christmas lights on and grabbed a flashlight from the junk drawer.  

Once you broke free from the cement path and into the thicket of trees, you heard a howl; it was the howl of a wolf, and it was not that far away.  

“Stevie?” You called in a strained whisper.  You could hear the voices of the handful of armed hunters echoing from miles away.  Your flashlight beam searched the snowy ground for footprints.  Or, paw prints, in this case. 

You’d forgotten to wear gloves and your nose was already frozen.  You pulled your beanie down over your ears.  

It took your eyes a second to adjust, but you swore you saw two yellow orbs glowing in the distance.  There was a growl then, low and menacing, and you feared suddenly that maybe Steve was not the monster the woman had seen, maybe there was something more terrifying out there, and perhaps you were in danger. 

Then, you felt the fur against the back of your hand and you knew he’d somehow come up right beside you.

You noticed the warmth first of his body heat first, like it was radiating from a furnace, and even though you knew it was him, you couldn’t help but jump back.

You tripped and almost fell, but he caught you, and with a grunt, he scooped you up into his arms before taking off at a run.  He was so strong, your weight was nothing to him, and you clung to his furry neck, eager to be close to him.

“I was so worried,” your voice vibrated in a strange way with the impact of each one of his steps. 

He only hummed and tightened his grip on you.  All of his focus seemed to be getting you both as far away from the woods as possible. 

Back at your place, he put you down on your feet gently, and then hid in the bushes before climbing up to the second floor.  

When he finally came through the window, you could see by the lights from the Christmas tree that his leg was bleeding.  He was weak and he needed to feed.  You were quick to take your coat off and sit on the couch, beckoning him to you with open arms.  There was never much talking when he was in his hybrid form, but you somehow always knew what the other was thinking.  

He dropped to his knees between your legs and buried his face in your chest first, mewing softly, like a wounded dog.  You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his head.  “Did those people scare you, baby?”  He clutched onto the material of your sweatshirt and nodded once.  

“Let me feed you, Stevie,” you lifted his face by the chin, letting your tongue feel the razor sharp edge of one of his fangs as you kissed.  “Let me take care of you.”

He nuzzled you from shoulder to neck first, licking and nibbling, softly whimpering until his lips latched on the perfect spot.  His fangs sank in fast and hard, and you knew it was better that way, better for him to penetrate quickly so that the natural pain killer in his saliva could soothe any discomfort.  You wrapped your legs around him and listened to the slurping sound with every pull as he drank from you.

[slytherin-paramour]

Ok, so after my first playthrough of Hogwarts Legacy a while ago, I had this little headcanon regarding our dear sweet Amit.

It's quite late at night, and MC is heading up to the Astronomy tower with the intention of feeding her beasts in the Room of Requirement. As she reaches the tapestry of the dancing trolls, she hears sniffling coming from further up the tower. Curious and not wanting anyone to see her entering the room, she follows the sounds around the corner and is surprised to see Amit Thakkar huddled up on the floor, arms wrapped around his knees and face pressed into them as he lets out a few more sniffles.

MC approaches slowly and kneels down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder and gently speaking his name. Amit startles at first, snapping his face up to meet her gaze. He calms quickly when he realises its MC, whom he'd become friendly with, since their meeting that day in Astronomy class.

MC asks him what's gotten him so upset, genuinely concerned for the boy. Amit is a little bit embarrassed, but he admits that a couple of the Slytherin fifth years had been bullying him a bit, mocking him for his enthusiasm when it came to his favourite subject, and telling his how pathetic it was that he had no friends and never would.

He finishes telling MC about it but finds that he can't look her in the eye out of embarrassment at being caught crying about it. He thinks that he agrees with the Slytherins-he really is a loser who has no friends.

MC frowns and narrows her eyes, an inward fury that students from her own house would be so cruel to this sweet, kind soul of a boy. She truly loved Amits passion for the stars. It was refreshing to her and something she thought he should be proud of.

A look of resolution on her face, she grabs Amits robe sleeve and drags him to his feet. He wipes his eyes and gasps, getting dragged around the corner and asking her what's she's doing. MC just asks him to trust her, looking back at him with a smile.

She eventually leads him to the school grounds, into the little woodlands that bordered the Beasts Classroom. Amit looks utterly confused as MC puts her fingers into her mouth and whistles loudly into the night. A few moments pass before a majestic shriek cuts through the silence. Highwing flaps her powerful wings as she lands gracefully in front of them, beak clicking happily as she trots up to MC and leans a head over her shoulder.

Amit nearly falls backwards with his shock. His eyes widen in awe at the sight of MC running her fingers through the Hippogriffs feathers. MC looks over at him with a laugh. She introduces Highwing to Amit and vice versa. Highwing seems to sense that Amit is a good soul and steps towards him, her sharp, amber eyes watching him curiously.

A few moments later, MC has managed to persuade Amit to go for a nighttime flight with her. He's extremely nervous, but she manages to convince him by informing him that he'll get a marvellous view of the constellations tonight, in the beautifully clear skies.

He nervously wraps his arms around MCs middle from behind, apologising if he's making her uncomfortable. MC just laughs and leans forward to speak to the Hippogriff.

"Away Highwing!"

And then, they are in the air. Climbing higher and higher with every beat of her enormous wings. Amit is now clinging on for dear life, cursing himself for agreeing to this. Now high above the black lake, Highwing evens out, gliding gracefully and steadily through the night. MC tells Amit, who has his face buried into the hood of her robes, to look around. He slowly peaks out before leaning back properly, getting an eyeful of the absolutely stunning night sky. He is in awe, face tilted toward the vastness of the heavens. The darkness of the highlands enabling them to see millions of tiny stars twinkling in the velvet blanket of black and purple.

MC smiles as she turns her head to glance at him. Asking him if he's enjoying himself. Amit only nods, reaching a hand up above him in exhilaration, the cool night wind blowing his hair away from his face.

MC then tells him that he shouldn't let idiots like those Slytherin students get him down so much. They aren't worth it. And that he should know that he did have a friend, a friend in her and not to forget that. Amit lowers his hand and stares at the back of her head with wide eyes before they soften happily, tears pricking in the corners. In a quiet voice, he replies to her.

"Thank you, MC."

As a bonus, I always pictured this scene with this song playing in the backgroud, it seemed to fit!

[ccstiles]

Icarus and hops being silly go go go!!

"squeak!" Icarus heard a sound from his bag, feeling movement against his leg where the leather satchel sat.

"Hops, shh!" Icarus whispered to his moving bag, trying his best to quickly get to their destination.

The pair had landed in another fantasy-type universe, the ones that Icarus hated the most. It was hard enough trying to get through more modern universes with his arm and his eye, but getting through these ones without someone calling him a freak and trying to hurt him was nearly impossible.

"squeak!" The chittering got louder and more insistent as Hops popped her little snout out the side of the bag, sniffing the air.

"Hops, what did I just say?" Icarus scolded the ferret as he tried to hide her from preying eyes. They were so close to the exit of the town they'd stopped by to get some supplies. Just a few more steps and-

"halt!" A strong voice commanded before a body clad in armor stood in front of Icarus, effectively blocking his way.

"and where do you think you're going?" Icarus looked up to see a guard, hand on their belt ready to draw their sword in case they thought Icarus was a threat.

"oh, just heading on out," Icarus tried his best to keep the hood covering his eyes, "just needed some supplies for the journey! Now if you'll excuse me-"

Icarus tried stepping around the guard but they were having none of that. "now you wait right here!" The guard said as they grabbed Icarus' right arm, gasping as they saw what they had grabbed.

Icarus froze as his metal arm glinted in the light, shocking the guard and the nosy townspeople that were watching the encounter. He cursed himself, quickly thinking of a plan to get out.

"you... your arm!" The guard gasped before recoiling, as if the metal had burnt their gloved hand. "I don't know what you are, but you need to be taken to the king immediately!"

Icarus just sighed as his hand reached under his cape for the smaller bag that sat at his other hip.

"well, as much as I bet your king is lovely, I sadly don't have time for that," with a swift motion, Icarus threw the item he had grabbed onto the floor, a large cloud of smoke coming after it hit.

Turning towards the exit, Icarus ran from the yelling of the now blinded guard, swiftly making it through the gate and onto the path outside before quickly bolting towards the overgrown forest that surrounded the kingdom.

Running, ducking, and jumping around the trees, Icarus was able to find a safe place to hunker down.

Catching his breath, Icarus let the hood drop down and off his head, letting him take a big breath of relief. He only got a moment of peace before another loud squeak was heard from his bag.

"alright alright! What is it Hops?" Icarus sighed as he opened the flap of the bag slightly, letting Hops come out onto his lap.

As she did, thought, Icarus noticed she was carrying something in her mouth, the item shining in the light that had found it's way to the bottom of the forest floor.

"Hops, is that..?" Icarus trailed off before a grin took hold of his face, laughing lightly as Hops danced excitedly in his lap. "oh my gosh! Hops! You found it!" Icarus felt his smile widen as Hops placed the necklace in his hand, chirping proudly.

"I thought I lost it. To think, I just dropped it in my bag!" Icarus giggled in relief, unclasping the necklace before clasping it once more around his neck, grabbing the ring that sat on the chain to inspect it.

Hops leaned back on her hind legs to sniff at the ring, chirping at Icarus again.

"thanks for finding it girl," Icarus let the ring fall back into place as he pet the ferret, who squeaked happily at the affection. "I don't know what I would have done if I'd actually lost this."

[hqmillioncorn]

Girls take initiative! ( For true love they believe in!)

Babycorn made her way down the hall, Cherrypit walking right behind her. When Cherrypit caught sight of Pancake and Linnet his eyes lit up, he tugged on Babycorn's dress. "Huh?" Babycorn looked down, "What's up Cherry?" Cherrypit waddled ahead and Babycorn watched as he talked to both girls for a brief moment then he waddled back. "Bebe like Butter?" Cherrypit asked almost as if someone had asked him to ask that. What a weird question. "Of course I like butter." It went great on bread. Babycorn didn't notice both girls giggling to themselves as they ran off.

Lalapril 4/6: Mark Starring : @windupnamazu's Pancake and Cinnamon . Pancake asks Cinnamon to review her writing

“Cinnamon!!!”

Cinnamon turned onto her side, ignoring the very loud yell calling for her. It was her afternoon nap and she didn’t want to be disturbed just yet. Especially not after such a hectic morning. Having spent a large majority of it flying away from Cherrypit who decided he wanted to chase her around for fun.

It really was a curse to be so irresistibly shiny sometimes….

“Cinnamooooon! Wake up!!” 

Cinnamon knew that was Pancake’s voice calling her name. If she was lucky then maybe she would decide to pester her some other time.

“Cinnamooooon! I know you’re awake!!” 

Cinnamon felt Pancake poking her hammock, it rocked her from side to side, sort of having the opposite effect that Pancake intended for it to have. After hearing Cinnamon let out a loud snore Pancake quickly realized her mistake and instead just decided to skip a couple of steps, grabbing Cinnamon by her wings. 

Cinnamon yelped out loud and her eyes flew open. “Hey! Come on now-! That's not fair!” She flapped her wings and Pancake quickly let her go. Cinnamon flew back down onto her designated drawer and crossed her arms, she tapped her foot impatiently. 

“I know that stuff was okay when you were little but now…” 

Who was she kidding? Even with all the complaining Cinnamon did, she really didn't mind, deep down. It was a good thing she was used to it by now. Except for the dress-up games. Cinnamon would trade all the nap times in the world for that to stop. 

Pancake was rhythmically tapping the top of the drawer in anticipation, “Cinnaaamoooon~! My favorite fairy ever in the woooorld! Can I ask you a favooor?” She blinked her eyes repeatedly and brought her hands together, making sure to emphasize just how cute and squishy her face was.

Lunya, whether she meant to or not, had taught her well. 

Cinnamon knew exactly what was happening. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion but Pancake’s eyes just kept glittering at her. She was playing right into her hands and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it. 

“Fine! Fine! Fricking fine!” Cinnamon shrugged, “What the hells do you want?” 

Once Pancake recognized Cinnamon’s bell jingles of resignation she jumped back with a loud squeeee!!!!!! “Yippee!! Really?! Hooray!!” Pancake hopped around in place and cheered to herself. “It’s gonna be really quick Cinnamon! I just need your thoughts on something!” As quickly as she could, Pancake twirled on her heel and ran out of their room, “I’ll be right back! Right right back!!” 

Cinnamon sat down and pouted. “Sure. Take your tiiiime!” She waved her sleeve covered arm at the door that Pancake had danced out of.

As luck would have it Butter was out today on an ‘Important Errand.’  

Which considering that by complete coincidence that Babycorn was also out meant that Butter wouldn’t be back anything soon. So there was a zero chance of him saving her from whatever Cinnamon wanted her to do. 

Hopefully it wasn’t another mission of stealing something from Lunya. 

If there was anyone that Cinnamon didn’t want to get on the bad side of, it was Lunya Lanya. 

Pancake came running back holding a large stack of papers in her hands and a red pen in her mouth. “Mpphmhphpmhhpp!!” She excitedly explained. Pancake dropped the stack of papers on the desk. The force of the impact was enough to make Cinnamon air-bound for a few seconds.

Cinnamon looked up at Pancake. “Um, Pancake? Sweetie…you sorta…” She gestured her large sleeves to her mouth to try and at least signal to Pancake that she couldn’t understand her. 

“Mpphmh?” Pancake had run across the room to grab a desk chair and carried over to where Cinnamon was. She sat down and grabbed the pen from her mouth. “Okay! Okay! Okay!” Pancake was practically bouncing from her seat as she grabbed a piece of paper from the stack. “I’m gonna read you something and you need to tell me if you like it Cinnamon!”

“Oh…kay?” Was that it?

Pancake cleared her throat and began reading. 

“Once upon a time there was a small village that was in the middle of the forest. The forest was big and dangerous and very very filled with monsters. Monsters that really liked to attack the people living in the village and the people that even got near the village. Because the kingdom of the village belonged to was taken over by an evil empire they were getting no help!”

Cinnamon flew up and took a seat on her custom sized hammock. It sounded like this was going to take a while. 

“So then the village put together its own people to fight the monsters instead! The super cool and very cute Pancake was going to be apart of it! The leader of the monster hunters was Lunya too! There were a bunch of strong and cool people that were apart of it! This was the way they could fight and keep themselves safe!”

So far Cinnamon didn’t know why she was here. Pancake had asked her for her ‘thoughts’ as she put it but what thoughts could she even offer if they couldn’t really communicate with each other. 

Was she just supposed to wave her arms at Pancake if she didn’t like something?

“Butter lived with Pancake (that’s me!!!! :D) in a house in the village. They had parents and they had their own restaurant and Butter loved his sister and cheered her on as she protected the village. One day a lot of monsters suddenly attacked the village! The brave and very cool Pancake defeated as many as she could but even she could not defeat them all! While Cinnamon was fighting outside her brother Butter stayed to defend their home.”

Cinnamon didn’t know whether to wiggle her arms in the air or not. She knew in her little fairy cookie heart that Butter would go out and fight alongside Pancake if this whole thing was real and not just an imaginary scenario in Pancake’s head. 

Oh well, Pancake wasn’t going for realism anyway. Probably.

“Everything was going good but then Butter heard a loud noise outside his home! Butter grabbed a big spoon and went outside to investigate.”

Cinnamon furrowed her brow, “Why did he grab a big spoon?” I mean, sure Pancake said that they lived in a restaurant but surely a knife would have been a smarter decision then? 

Then again, Butter was the type of person to grab the wrong thing under stress. But it wasn’t something like this had happened before, so how could she really tell.

...Why was she overthinking this?

“When Butter stepped outside he saw a monster right in front of him! It was really scary! Butter tried to attack it but he saw that she was hurt! There was a cut on her tail that looked like it really hurt! Butter couldn’t just leave her like that so he went inside and got some stuff to help her. The monster was really confused at why Butter was helping her but she was glad that he was helping her.”

Cinnamon sighed, that did sound like something Butter would definitely do. No matter how much she would be yelling into his ear that it was a bad idea. 

“But then Butter remembered that the monster hunters were still outside and protecting the village. He decided to bring the monster inside she was just almost too big to hide but Butter decided to hide her in a shed that his family almost never used. He ran inside to grab a big blanket too. That was enough to protect her from the monster hunters.”

Cinnamon took the time that Pancake normally used to switch sheets of paper to stretch for a second. Her relaxing stretch was rudely interrupted when Pancake placed her elbows on the drawer, it made Cinnamon jump a little.

“That’s all I got written for now but let me tell you what my plan is for the rest!” Pancake very excitedly explained. 

Cinnamon waved her large sleeve to try and gesture for Pancake to continue. Having already accepted that she probably wouldn’t be going anymore anything soon. 

“Sooooo! I bet you already guessed who the monster that Butter saved iiiis~?”

Cinnamon looked confused. She actually never thought to ask about that. “Uh…Is it a really spiky cactuar?” she chimed. Cinnamon waited to see if Pancake would tell her if she was right or wrong but when that didn’t happen she tried her best to draw out a shape of a cactuar in the air using her sleeves.

Now Pancake was the one looking confused. Instead of trying to guess what Cinnamon was saying she decided to just go ahead and tell her. “Hehe…! You guessed right! It’s Babycoooorn! Of course its Babycorn! Duhduh!!” Pancake tapped the top of the drawer now more excited than ever. 

“Ah. Of course.” Cinnamon really should have seen this coming.

It made far too much sense, seeing as Pancake seemed to be the number one self-proclaimed fan of Butter marrying Babycorn one day. Everyday Pancake would start the morning by asking Butter if today was going to be the day he was going to ask Babycorn to be his girlfriend and then Butter would respond by simply saying’ maybe.’ 

Then when it was bedtime Pancake would ask if Butter was going to ask Babycorn out the next day and so on and so on…

Hell, Pancake had even begun periodically styling her hair to look almost exactly like Babycorn’s.  

“Babycorn is the coolest! She’s gonna be the coolest sister-in-law ever!!” Pancake cheered, “That’s why I’m writing this story for them!” 

“Sure Pancake.” Personally Cinnamon couldn’t see it happening if things kept going as they did. Either Butter would decide to grow a backbone or that Hildibrand guy would finally clue in that Babycorn desperately desired him. It could go either way. 

Of course her full support was in Butter’s corner, but there was only so much she and Pancake could do to have Butter confess his feelings. Then again, it looked like Pancake had been very hard at work on it. From cursing Hildibrand to arranging special dinners between the two, and now she was writing stories about them? Cinnamon had her work cut out for her. 

Pancake picked up another piece of paper and turned it to show Cinnamon. There was a drawing on it, a picture of Butter, Pancake, and something that resembled Babycorn. The pom on the head was a dead giveaway. “So then I think that Butter and Babycorn get to talking and know each other and they get less scared of the other! Cause you know Babycorn’s a monster in this so she’s scared of Butter too!” Pancake giggled to herself and stretched the paper in her hands.

“Oh that’s nice.” Dare Cinnamon even call it…cute???? 

“But then I find out that Butter has been hiding a monster in our house!!”

“Oh shit!” 

Pancake nodded solemnly. “Of course since I’m super nice and cool and cute I understand and I promise to protect Babycorn too! And Cherrypit! He’s here too and he’s really small and totally alive!” 

Cinnamon smiled, Babycorn would probably have liked to have heard that last part. 

At this point Pancake was now pacing from one side of the room to the other. “And then-! Then-! Me and Butter find out that Babycorn is actually the long lost princess of the kingdom that got taken over because the prince had managed to escape! And he fell in love with a monster!”

“Woah! No way!” Cinnamon fluttered into the air. “Then what happens?!”

Pancake had no idea what Cinnamon had asked but she looked surprised and that was to make her happy. “So then me and Butter and Babycorn and Cherrypit are gonna team up with everyone to defeat the evil kingdom and the scary monsters too! Everyones gonna help and also Butter and Babycorn fall in love and get married and I get to be a princess too and-! And-! And they have a lot of babies too!” 

“That’s…pretty fast!” 

Pancake bounced herself off of a wall, and just kept pacing around. “I haven’t worked out a lot of the stuff that happens yet but I do know that Babycorn and Butter get married and also I’m the flower girl cause Butter promised it to me when I was little. Remember?”

“Oh I remember.” There’s no way Cinnamon could ever forget the time that Pancake had asked the question right in front of Babycorn herself. She could have sworn that Butter would have died on the spot had Babycorn not been so….Babycorn. 

The energy inside Pancake had run its course and she had decided to just sit on the side of her bed. “So what do you think Cinnamon? I’ve been working really hard on it! I’ve mostly been writing it in my head but I started writing it down yesterday and I think it's really good so far but what do you think?” Pancake decided not to mention that the times she was writing it down in her head had mostly been during times when Sirius had been lecturing her about things.

Cinnamon struggled to find a way to answer. Simply saying ‘I love it!’ wouldn’t be enough since Pancake couldn’t understand a word of it. There had to be something else she could do. That’s when Cinnamon had a great idea. 

She flew almost right up to Pancake and gave her the biggest thumbs-up she could, even with her large sleeves it was crystal clear to Pancake what Cinnamon was saying.

“YAAAAAAAY!” Pancake cheered, jumping up and down. “I knew I did a good job!” She grabbed Cinnamon in both her hands and gave her a tight hug. “Thanks for the help Cinnamon! I knew I could count on you!” As Cinnamon tried to break out of the suffocating hug, at some point she decided it would be better just to go with it.

“You’re welcome!” Cinnamon jingled.

Pancake gently set the very dizzy fairy back down on her hammock. “You can go back to napping now!” She grabbed the stack of papers from the drawer and walked over to the door, forgetting the red pen that she hadn’t even used. “I’ll see you later! Don’t tell Butter about this cause it's gonna be a surprise!” 

Cinnamon gave Pancake another thumbs-up and Pancake giggled. 

As Pancake struggled to get the door open Cinnamon wondered if she should fly over to help. Thankfully Pancake managed to open the door with the power of balancing a stack of papers on her knee. Something she looked very proud of doing. 

“Aww. They grow up so fast…” Cinnamon said to herself. It felt like just yesterday she was helping Butter change Pancake’s diapers and now here she was writing fanfiction about her brother and this weird girl that lived with them. It almost brought a tear to her eye. 

That’s when Cinnamon realized one crucial thing. 

“Hey! Wait a minute! Where was I in that story?!”

Cinnamon flew to follow Pancake out the door, “Why can’t I be a cool monster hunter too?! Pancake?! Hey Pancake!!” Unfortunately Cinnamon’s jingles fell on deaf ears, as Pancake was already out and about, racing to find Linnet to tell her all about what she had written.

[ask-icancraft-it]

Duckie

(( A quick return to my Pauline/Felix ship for this one! Pauline wants to do something different on one of their dates, and takes the handyman out of his comfort zone! ))

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“Hurry up, slowpoke!” Pauline threw a smile over her shoulder. 

“S-sorry,” Felix accepted her outstretched hand. “Are you sure you don’t want to go somewhere nice for some dinner…or dancing?”

“Don’t be silly!” the brunette giggled. “I do those things all the time. This will be much more fun!”

The handyman wished he could share his date’s enthusiasm. He gulped when they stepped into the clearing around Niceland’s one and only lake. Ducks dotted the bright blue water, a group of them wading towards the nearest shore when Pauline approached with a bag of feed. 

She tossed a few kernels before realizing the handyman was no longer by her side. Her long wavy locks cascaded over her shoulder as she turned her head. Felix stood a couple of yards back, giving her a little wave.

“Junior,” she crooned. “What are you doing back there?”

“Just…taking in the view,” he swallowed. 

With a wily smile, she adjusted the way she knelt on the grass. With a flick of her hair, she turned back with a more sultry look.

“Is it nice?” she asked. The handyman let out a nervous chuckle, shying away from her gaze. 

“Yes…” he said, his cheeks turning a perfect shade of pink.

“Why don’t you come over here then? Get yourself a closer look.”

Felix swallowed, legs feeling like jelly as he forced himself towards the small flock gathering near his lady. Sitting on his knees, he couldn’t help reaching for the bell of his hammer, his thumb twitching over its gilded surface. 

Pauline placed some kernels in his free hand and lowered it towards the grass. Felix bristled a bit when a duck came to peck, but the way Pauline smiled put him at ease. And soon, he was smiling too. 

Once his hand was emptied, Pauline tipped the satchel of kernels to refill it. A small gasp escaped her when the lip of the bag fell from her fingers, the entirety of its contents emptying in their laps. 

All at once the ducks descended upon them, wings flapping and beaks pecking as they scrambled for their food. The pair yelped, standing up. Pauline managed to step away from the chaos, but for whatever reason, a few continued to pursue Felix as he backed out. 

“No! Nnno!” he shouted, using his hat to fend them off. When they weren’t properly deterred, all the handyman could think to do was run. 

Sprinting into the treeline, he ran, and ran, up until he was leaning against the brick of the apartment building gasping for air. 

“Felix!” he looked up to see Pauline emerge from the woods, carrying her heels as she rushed over. 

“You left me!” she gave the handyman a little shove. “You jerk!”

The way she laughed as she caught her breath told him she wasn’t actually angry, still, Felix was remorseful.   

“I-I’m sorry!” he placed his hands on her shoulders, looking her up and down. He plucked some feathers from her hair. “Are you alright?”

“Yes!” Pauline chuckled, dropping her shoes to wrap her arms around his neck. “Are you?”

“I think my life flashed before my eyes,” he only half joked. 

“Aww, my poor little Duckie…” she peppered his face with kisses. Oh lands, a new nickname.

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” The handyman sighed.

“Nope,” Pauline smiled, pressing her red lips to his.

[essapedstom]

Part 10.

Warning: smut-ish, fingering (Fem receiving)

Realising how long you had taken, you rushed back into your hut and grabbed the yovo making sure to seal the hut flap before you left again. By that point Neteyam had already made his way back to the festival nestling himself in between Kiri and Lo'ak.

The flames of the fire and pattering feet of dancing children and adults came into view as you got closer. Seeing your mother talking to Neytiri you made

your way over, passing the sully siblings who were bickering again about the missing larva from kiris plate.

"fîtsenge Sa'nu." (here mom) You said quietly placing a hand on her shoulder not wanting to disrupt her conversation. She took the wooden container from your hands, quickly running her fingers on yours and facing neytiri again who winked at you.

You made your way back over to Lo'ak who was now standing in protest of not taking Kiris food. You placed your hand on his abdomen pushing him backwards slightly. You knew Tuk had taken them as she had a little extra on her plate from when you had left the festival the first time. However you decided to keep that information to yourself.

Lo'ak glanced at you taking notice of your eyes, your eyes that made him remember the plan from earlier. "I don't even care if you think it was me, it wasn't." He finished off at his sister walking away from her with you. As he turned his back on her you widened your eyes at the sitting girl as a motion for her to follow. She immediately got up rushing over to you and taking hold of your arm.

"Stop." Neteyam called out, making his siblings freeze and due to your contact with Kiri you hesitantly stopped too. "I'm coming." He said, leaving no room for his siblings to complain, Lo'ak sighed, knowing how much of a buzz kill he would be. "Bro!" He called over at spider who stood up and jogged slightly to join the group.

In great efforts to avoid your parents and Tuk you all took the back exit of the festival which led to the darkest part of the forest, where less of the beautiful creatures slept or played, where the plants didn't glow as bright and eerie silence was constant once you were in there far enough.  "Where are we even going?" Kiri asked looking at you, you looked back at her and shrugged your shoulders rolling your eyes slightly, annoyed at the extra presence. Most of the conversations that were happening didn't include you, not by the choice of others but by your own. You could barely think straight as the scent of the eldest warrior continued to harass you, it didn't help that he was purposefully walking right behind you.

His gaze never left your back, your neck, your hips, your tail that would wiggle every so often to keep the balance that you were struggling to maintain. Neteyam realised that his scent was affecting you too, you felt what he felt. "We can't do anything." Lo'ak huffed loudly referring to his brother who stared back, ignoring his comment. "You're my responsibility, i have to be here brother." He tried to reason, his gentler side coming out. "Thank you Neteyam." Kiri said letting go of your arm to hold her brothers and then moving over to the other side of the group to walk next to spider, leaving you're right side empty, to be filled by one person.

However the space was never filled up. Instead Neteyam remained behind you, watching every twitch, step, swing of your hips, He wanted to watch you. He sighed loudly behind all of you, paying attention to your ears that fell flat and rose quickly due to the noise.

"I know somewhere we can go." Spider called out to the rest of the group. You weren't surprised as the young boy would always find different places to take his mind off things and be alone as he didn't always feel welcomed by the clan.

He guided you all to a deeper part of the forest that you were sure you had only briefly flown over a few times during the day, never at night. The reason as to why that part of the forest was so dark finally made sense. All the beautiful light and bioluminescence as well as creatures flocked to settle in this part. Surrounding a bright glowing lake large enough to fit half the clan inside if not the whole clan. Different water creatures and small fishes swimming around in the flowing body of open water. The gleaming light that shown deep into the water highlighted the different species and plants that resided there. Your mouth dropped open slightly in awe.

"This is beautiful Spi." Kiri said stepping forward before everyone, crouching down and dipping her fingers into the lake. Neteyam and Lo'ak said nothing but twisting and turning their heads as the different insects flew around their heads, spreading their wings and revealing an array of bright colours.

"Y/NN (your nickname) Look!" Kiri called out to you, causing you to follow her and crouch down by the lake bed. Her fingers were surrounded by different fishes swimming in and out of her fingers rubbing themselves up against the palm of her hand. "They love you kiri." You joked admiring how they all flocked to her gentle hand. "Come on!" Spider called out to you guys already being far away upon a trunk that rose from the ground to higher ground being sloped. You all ran up it, eager to see what spider would should you next. He continued to go up and finally stopped when the lake was nothing but a mere blue line. "Woah bro, we're really high up." Lo'ak said holding onto your arm, you were the only one who was aware of his slight fear of heights.

"How do we get down?" Kiri asked looking at the boy in the mask. "It was long to come up here." You joined in. Neteyam stood silently watching all of you, specifically you. "We jump." The human spoke out, grinning widely at all of you. "You're kidding me." Kiri huffed as Lo'ak allowed his fear to disappear and cheered. "Spider that is not a good idea. Spider-" Neteyam tried to speak however the two boys ignored him and immediately gave each-other fist bumps and jumped off of the thick branch that was holding all of you. "Lo'ak No!" Neteyam tried to call out for his younger brother but it was too late. Lo'ak placing himself into a cannonball position and Spider flaying his arms and legs. Their screams and cheers could be heard all the way to the bottom before they splashed into the lake. Silence fell upon the forest after their descend and panic set over Neteyam fast as he prepared to jump down also. You also prepared yourself to jump over and save your best friend in necessary, you didn't know how you'd cope if you lost him. Kiri stopped her brother placing her hand over his chest stopping him from jumping. Nearly 2 seconds later the sound of laughter and cheers erupted from the bottom and Lo'aks voice steadied yours and Neteyams heart again. "WOOOOOOOO" He cheered splashing around in the water. "KIRI COME ON!!" Spider called out egging her to jump also, which she did without hesitation, with spider she would do anything.

That left only you and Neteyam at the top of the branch, far away from the others, who were lost in their own world. A side glance at the boy made you

notice how his entire body was facing you, staring at you intensely. You turned to face him also "You should jump." You said slight venom flicking off of your tongue at him. He chuckled at your attempt to hurt his feelings and stepped closer to you, so much so that your back hit the vertical branch that stood behind you. The boy lowered his head to look at into your eyes annoyed at how your gaze had shifted downwards. You looked up at him, realising how close he really was. "Move." you said careful not to move your lips so much in fear that you would kiss if you weren't.

Instead he took a long drag of your scent holding it into his lungs for what felt like eternity, he wanted to be buried inside you, dancing with your bones, be the gas exchange your lungs needed. You did the same unintentionally, as it became harder to breath with the close contact. "Neteyam." You breathed out, unsure of what you were even going to say next.

You wanted to tell him to off you, to move back and never talk to you again but you couldn't, suffocated by his presence. You wanted to feel him, Eywa it felt so wrong yet so right. It shouldn't have you were to be mated you shouldn't be doing this, you should hate him, hate him for everything he put you through get your lips remained ajar with no words exiting.

"Y/N." He barely whispered, you were only able to hear it because of the close proximity you were both in. His hand moved up to yours fingers tracing against it softly. The tension that had risen between the two of you for the last 8 years seemed to be playing through both of your minds with his single

touch which you slightly shuddered under. His ears perked at the deepening of your breath, inching closer to your face, eyes flickering back and forth between your eyes and lips. 

Guilt wavering over you made you turn your head to the side. "No. I am to be mated Neteyam." You sighed, knowing you wanted to, you felt like you should've but it was wrong if he was not the one chosen for you.

"I know." The boy almost growled as his lips brushed past your ear lobes and down to your neck where he slowly began to place small kisses that increased in desperation the more he continued. Neteyam himself didn't know what had taken over him, all he cared about was having you with him, marking

you, making you his. You thought he was supposed to hate you, despise you, detest your very being like he had done so for so long, yet in this moment it felt like he had never hated you at all, like he had longed for you his whole life. Little did you know, he had. His attempts to get you to fall in love with him had always seemed to fail, you never needed his help carrying anything, you were strong enough, you wouldn't let him see the flowers you had picked for your mother. You wanted to be better than him instead of getting better with him, in turn he turned his love for you into hatred but the love remained clearly, buried deep under many reasons as to why he hated you.

"Netey-" You struggled to breath out as his lips found the sensitive spot on your neck. As he was a fast learner he continued to suck their and rise his hands until they sat upon your waist, his knee making space between your thighs. You regrettably moaned quickly placing your hand over your mouth squeezing your eyes shut as his knee brushed over your cunt that slowly began to drip. "Hm." He bummed still continuing his abuse on your neck. "We c- we can't." You moaned this time placing your hands over his shoulders and around his neck clasping one hand into his hair pushing his face further into your neck. Your words not matching with your actions urged the boy to continue and spread your legs wider. "Fuck." The boy swore, remembering one of the words his father had said. He looked over at your face that was transformed by pure bliss and confusion, lips parted with your eyes glossy and brows knitted together.

His lips fell into yours perfectly, like Eywa had carved them to fit with one another. You kissed him back, it felt so right nothing could be wrong. Both of your mouths opened tongues immediately jutting out fighting the other. Your tongue tired out allowing Neteyam to take control of the kiss, of your mouth, of you. He lifted you up slightly against the tree your back scraping again the rough bark but the pain being ignored as he continued his desired assault in your mouth. He removed one hand from your waist and quickly plunged past your scarf on your hips and tickled his fingers against the lips of your pussy. By this point some of your slick had dripped down the top of your thigh, you had never produced that much when you did it yourself. He rubbed your clit slowly which caused you to moan into his mouth in approval, unexpected to him you managed to say something.

"More, more neteyam." You huffed running one hand down the arm that pleasured you and keeping the other locked into his hair. He slowly pushed one finger into your vagina causing you to moan loudly, His fingers were nothing compared to yours, what he did to you was nothing compared to what you had done to yourself before. His ears perked at the wordless encouragements and his loin cloth grew creating a tent shape that begged to be touched. Unlike the years you guys had hated each other, he put you first and decided you would be pleased before he would even touch himself. "oh neteyam," You moaned again trying to be quiet remembering the rest of the group down at the bottom of the lake.

"You don't understand" He started as he continued pulling his fingers in and out of you skilfully still rubbing your clit which added to the immense pleasure. You felt his fingers swim deep into you, past any point you had ever reached. You were a virgin, if Neteyam couldn't tell already but you felt ready to give him everything. "I've wanted this." He continued now plunging a second finger in, coaxing the most pornographic moan out of you causing you bury your face into his neck in shame. "For so long." He finished now fucking you with his two fingers, still rubbing your clit. The slick produced making it easier for him to slide in and out of you, His breath got heavier feeling as though he could cum just by watching you. "Look at me Y/N, look please."  he practically begged in a whisper making you look away from his neck and into his eyes which you swore became a darker shade of yellow. You held the eye contact as his fingers quickened their pace and the heavy breaths between you felt like they were sucking your breath away. His scent dizzying you and making your toes tingle. "fuck Neteyam you're so good, right there such a good boy." Finally the knot building up in your stomach let go, making your cum flood down his fingers coating them milky white, the praises you gave him as you released led him to his own. His hard, deprived cocked twitched as hot spurts of cum shot out of him onto his loincloth covering then also. Shocked that he came by just the sound of your voice and your words, he was done for.

Both calming down from your highs he pulled his fingers out of you wanting to put them in his mouth before being distracted by the sound of his younger brothers voice.

"NETEYAM BRO ARE YOU UP THERE?! Y/N?" He called out slightly worried as you two had been up there for quite some time.

You both froze and looked at eachother quickly pushing him back. You didn't say a word adjusting your cloth as you too jumped down from the branch into the water causing the three people at the bottom

to cheer for you. The boy left at the top of the branch sighed, what the fuck had he done?

[countrymusiclover]

15 - Humans and Supernaturals Together

Part 16

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

Zipping up the tent that Klaus and I were sharing he was laying down on his back with his hands behind his head. Everybody was settling down in their own tents for the night but I wasn't ready to go to sleep. Sitting on my knees I had my hands on my thighs. “I’m not tired, Nik. We’re all supernatural except for Matt. We should be partying all night.”

“Yes I agree, Rae. But everyone is trying to do the normal camping experience for you and your brother’s birthday.” He responded by sending me a cheeky grin still just staring at me.

Crawling over to him with my hair falling over my shoulders I hovered above him with a light smirk. His blue eyes trailed over my form where he gently placed his hands on my hips. “Yes but like I said I’m not tired, Niklaus. I want you to entertain me.”

“And how did you suggest I do that? I don’t suppose your friends would enjoy hearing you and I moaning the others name and such. So we will have to think of something else.” He suggested tucking some loose strands of hair behind my ear softly.

Running one of my hands up his chest I found the dog tag around his neck spinning it around in between my fingers before I started howling like a wolf. “I was thinking of you and your wolf form. You know….howl!”

“Sssh you ridiculous siphon.” Klaus gently but quickly rolled me over onto my back covering my mouth with his finger telling me to be quiet. “Do you want Damon to wake up and tell us to be quiet or for Rebekah to complain she didn’t get her beauty sleep because I assure you neither option will be fun for us.”

Shaking my head I smacked his hand away pushing him onto his back howling up into the air until he wrapped his arms around my waist flipping me back down onto the tent ground with the blankets. “Raelyn Lane, I swear you are acting like a child.”

“Well I’m sorry but I’m bored. And when I’m bored I act like I’m a child. So can you pretty please show me your wolf form again or something because I will keep howling like a wolf.” I huffed rolling onto my side with my hair thrown over my face.

Klaus slightly rolled his eyes before he rose to his feet offering me his hand after he quietly opened the tent flap. He let me go outside first before he shut it back and we headed off somewhat away from the others. He led me by our intertwined hands until we reached a clearing of trees. “Now I don’t feel like transforming into a wolf tonight unfortunately my little siphon. Although I think this sight is rather good all the same.”

“What are you talking about, Klaus?” I questioned the father of my children that would be born someday soon. He was still holding his hand in mine.

He gently moved behind me with his front pressed against my back with his other hand tilting my chin upwards to the night sky. “That’s what I’m talking about, Rae.”

“Oh my gosh. They’re…so…beautiful.” I parted my lips in shock and awe at the sight in the night sky. The sky above was dancing with tiny white stars. So small that you could almost not see them but bright as ever.

Klaus silently stared at the woman he was holding in his arms. He wasn’t so much focused on the stars but more so the feeling of her is his embrace. “Nothing is as beautiful as you are, Raelyn Lane. You are my universe.” He mumbled into her ear completely and utterly consumed by her being.

“You’re my universe too, Klaus Mikaelson.” Turning my head back I nuzzle my nose against his miring his smile. Until I spin around draping my arms over his shoulders seeing him smiling bright too just like I was.

Klaus Mikaelson had never been in love…is what he would have said a thousand years ago. Especially before he ever laid his eyes on the one and only Raelyn Lane. He was laying tangled in the bedsheets with her while she was sleeping beside him. Her blonde hair was a tangled mess on the pillow and she had her back pressed against his bare front. He gently raised his hand beginning to trace his fingers over her bare shoulder and she didn’t flinch at his touch.

He would remember the night they went camping as the night that he knew he was truly in love with her. And there would be no one else to match her or change his mind. He trails his fingers over her hip until she jumps where he knew that was her ticklish spot. “Mmm Nik…stop that.”

"I want you to stop sleeping. Even though I adore watching you sleep. I want you to wake up." He nuzzles his nose into my hair whispering in my ear.

Pushing him away with my hands I put him on his back where I was laying on top of his bare chest. "You're ridiculous you know that."

"Ridiculously in love with you." He smirked, lifting his hand up tucking hair behind my ear.

Shaking my head I couldn't stop smiling at him. "I can't believe we had sex in this room last night. Only a few weeks after me having a C section. That's healed over now like it never happened."

"The perks of being a vampire, little heretic." Klaus flashed me a grin before he traced his other hand over my hip. "So what shall we do today hmm. Round two perhaps."

"We can't. We have to go back to the school today." Leaning down I kissed him quickly before grabbing the sheet and holding it around my body climbing off the bed. Looking through the suitcase for some clothes.

Klaus grumbled remaining on the bed, hands behind his head. "I don't know why you think that's necessary, Raelyn. I've already seen you without clothes many times. And everytime you are still as beautiful as the first time."

"You flatter me so Mr. Mikaelson. But I do it to see a certain reaction from you…" Grabbing a shirt and some jeans I slowly walked to the bathroom leaning against the doorway before I dropped the sheet standing there with a not so innocent smirk. "Care to join me again, Nik?"

I had never seen him vamp over to me so fast scooping me up in his muscular arms. "I'd never refuse the girl who is my whole universe." He breathed out huskily feeling me grip his shoulder blades in my nails.

"You sure know how to please a girl, Nik." I grinned before he captured my lips with his own. He vamped my back against the wall not breaking the kiss and this time I snapped my fingers letting the shower wall cover us yet again.

Missy's pov

Pacing back and forth in my old bedroom that I shared with my two sisters I bite my nails so nervous. Threading my fingers through my hair Hope sat down on the bed beside Alina. "I don't understand why you're so worried about this. I mean mom and dad like Jackson. Why wouldn't they like Ethan?"

"Because he's human and you know dad doesn't entirely get along with typical humans." Slumping my shoulders I threw my head back waving my index finger at her. "And they only like Jack because you had to marry him, Lina."

She held her hands up in surrender laying on her back. "Hey Jack is also polite and treats me well. But I see your point."

"Hope, you haven't had mom and dad meet Landon yet. Do you see why I'm concerned over this?" I looked to my other sister who hadn't said anything yet.

The future Tribrid girl shrugged her shoulders. "Actually Missy, they already met him when we did the Mystic Padgett so it's just you."

"You two are worthless in this conversation." Flopping back down on my bed I covered my face with my hands growling up into the air.

Hope got to her feet tugging me up against my protests of noises until she made me look her in the eye. "Missy, listen to me. Him meeting mom and dad isn't the only thing that is worrying you. I know for a fact that you're worried if he will accept that you're supernatural."

"Yeah…it's just. Every time Uncle Alaric would talk about his life with humans and supernaturals trying to make it work. It never does." Dropping my shoulders I looked at my shoes on the floor.

Alina crossed the room over to us, arms over chest. "Look, piece of advice sis. If you like him he should at least get the courtesy to know the truth. Don't not tell him because you're afraid of what everyone else thinks."

"Okay…I'll tell him today." Nodding in agreement to my sisters we all shared a hug together before we began packing our stuff to go back to the school this morning. The trip back to Mystic Falls wasn't that bad since dad could compel a private jet for our transportation home. Throwing some of my hair around I eyed my clothes in the mirror just sticking with jeans and some tea shirt. Hearing the doorbell I ran down the staircase instead of just vamping up to the door since the glass was see through. "He's here guys!"

Mom and dad vamped downstairs with Hope and Alina running down the stairs. Henrik was having a boys day with Jackson and the infant twins were sleeping in their nursery. Slowly opening the front door I saw Ethan standing with a nervous smile. "Hi M & M…uh I mean Missy." He chuckled seeing the rest of my family before he came inside sitting his football bag in the doorway.

"Hi E." I greeted him seeing that he had been coming from football practice. He was wearing a tee shirt that had the Mystic Highs logo on it with some jeans.

My father rounded over to my side putting one hand on my shoulder and his other was extended to shake his hand. "I'm Klaus Mikaelson and that is my wife Raelyn. I assume you already know Hope and Alina, her sisters right, Mate?"

"Oh cool British accent. Yes I do, Mr. Mikaelson." Ethan shook his hand dropping it when he got the chance to look around at the mansion. He slowly started at everything, even the large family portrait in the main entrance. "Wow I knew that you went to some rich boarding school, Missy. But this is insane."

My dad spun around on his feet sending the human boy a smirk. "Shall we discuss a dowry, Mr. Machado?"

"A dowry. What are you some type of royal family?' He asked my immortal father.

Hope and Alina began giggling behind me where I wanted to shut them up with magic but I couldn't. Thankfully mom entered the conversation tugging dad away from Ethan. "It's his favorite Era. He's somewhat of a history buff."

"Ah that makes sense." He nodded following us to sit down in the living room and the conversation was going rather well.

Dad had his feet up on the table sitting in an armchair eyeing the human in our supernatural mansion. "So I would like to know what are your intentions with our daughter!"

"Uh oh." Ethan gulped and I could hear his heartbeat faster.

My mother put her hands together in her lap kindly smiling at the teenage boy. "Ethan, we're not pressuring you or anything. We just want to know if you will treat her good."

“Yes ma’am. I will do that. I was actually hoping to do this differently but I don’t want to wait anymore.” Ethan shifts to face me since we were sitting on the same coach together. He took my hand in his hand before he asked me with such nervousness. “Would you like to be my girlfriend if you’re parents like me?”

Sucking in a breath I smiled at the teenager in front of me where I squeezed his hands in mine. “Yes I’d like to. Ethan there’s something you should know about me though….I’m a vampire and a witch.”

The front door slammed opened where we all turned our heads and saw that my little brother and Jackson were standing in the doorway. “Landon had been captured by Malivore.”

“Missy, meet us at the school. But remember Ethan can’t remember what they just said.” My mother responded by quickly following my sister’s quickly out the door.

Dad put a hand on his shoulder going after them. “You’re a good lad.”

“What just happened there, Missy?” Ethan asked, giving me a confused look once we were alone I the house.

Slowly turning to face him I tugged him up to stand with me. Placing my hands on his shoulders I locked gaze with him hating what I was about to do. “Ethan, you will remember meeting my parents and you asking me out. You will remember that I said yes. But you won’t remember what you just heard or that I, half witch and vampire. You won’t remember anything supernatural related.” His eyes glossed over when I finished compelling him to hand him his bag and went home while I vamped off in the direction of my family.