#gray is fluffy as heck

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Been doing research on charcoal Bengals tonight and I am fighting the urge to message all the breeder pages I'm finding like "hey yeah, so I have nine charcoal kittens right now, yeah, this little snow bengal I personally rescued off the streets had a litter of six perfect lil charcoals and her charcoal sister I also rescued had a baby charcoal in her litter too. yeah I got them for free they were on the streets. yeah you heard me right. Seven. Charcoal. Kittens. They have no lineage because I got their mamas off the streets but hypothetically what could they be worth?" and then send like 40 pictures

also I'm starting to wonder if Maraly's three black kittens are melanistic? which means they have the same traits as a black leopard/panther, where they appear all black except in certain light where you can see their spots. Because they HAVE markings, they're just super light and hard to see. I had a melanistic Bengal named Diamond back in the day, she was gorgeous and she had BEAUTIFUL kittens and I also gotta check pictures of one of her kittens sometime because I'm wondering now if he was actually a charcoal and we just didn't know at the time (his mama was black and his father was a silver and APPARENTLY silver charcoals exist).

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

This Is Home

Welp since todays my birthday and I still am trying to work on an action pack fic featuring Dick and Bruce, I thought today might be my chance to showcase what I consider quality wise probably my worst fic I ever made; a blithering and shameful amount of family and adoptive family fluff and tooth rotting sugary sweetness that’ll make unicorns drool. I actually debated for years putting this one out in public because it’s not only fluffy as hell but it rather super weird so I best put up content warnings anyways for your sakes.

Thanks a lot to my buddy @confusedhummingbird for giving me the encouragement to put this one up and giving me the chance to edit it for making it less weird as heck

Constructive Criticisms are welcome and then some and I thank you for your considerations

Dedicated to my other mutuals @pin-crusher2000 @celaenaeiln @spider-jaysart @camo-wolf @lightdusk96 @moonundernostalgia @starlightbelle @adalineozie @wisegirlandseaweedbrainforever

Warnings: SFW Tickling, Family Fluff, Quasi Family Bonding

The moon shined brightly on the simple, brown painted trailer with few windows on it. It was a bright, cool and calm night all around. A few mud puddles from today’s earlier rain showers dotted some parts of grassy fields the tents and other temporary buildings are set on. The ambiance of owls hooting, hearty laughs from the roustabouts and even the chuckles from a variety of younger talents across the grounds are a true delight to hear for any visitor of this one area, let alone those who work and live their lives here. Cracking open the trailer door slowly, a woman with dark crimson follicles tied into a ponytail that reaches to her shoulders, clad in a simple black cotton t shirt with and gray sweatpants, takes one simple step out of the trailer doorway, closes her bright ocean blue eyes and inhales a nice whiff of that air through her nose. That old smell, whether from the decent sized cages of the animals or the burning embers of lighted juggling sticks, reaches in, bringing a satisfactory feeling. This is her home; this is her life; this is what Mary Elizabeth Lloyd-Grayson thought for what a nice evening looks like. Lo and behold, it truly was.

For about a good 20 something years by now, ever since an integrating of her family’s own carnival act with this place, Haly’s Circus always remains the one traveling show Mary finds herself being reminded that she’s a part of. She cannot be any more happier; ever since her childhood of practicing on the ropes and bars of the flying trapeze alongside her own mother and their relatives, Mary always dreamed of being part of the show, no matter her act’s place on the runtime, whether opening act or the grand finale. Here she was now; her family act being the grand finale thanks a combination of their truly amazing acrobatic talent, charisma and the fact the patriarch, her husband John, acts as second in command for this circus. Now while some might claim draconian bull on that last bit, it takes a brief history lesson in knowing the Graysons ever since their far back roots in the mid 1800s always played a role in making this circus operate and continue to entertain hundreds of thousands globally. John is simply the latest of them to inherit the legacy and the responsibilities placed on him. Or rather, the latest grown member of the Grayson bloodline to do so since through her love for him and their marital bond, there is one other Grayson.

“Hey! You get back here, Calvin!” speaking of whom.

Mary notes of the two bundles chasing each other right in front of the trailer door and can’t help but laugh sweetly. One young lad sporting a black mop of hair with her bright blue eyes, clad in a red tunic covering a green scaly leotard and on his feet green pixie boots, was her son Richard, or Dick for short. The eight year old was now in hot pursuit of a ten year old lad with sporting light brown hair with similarly brown eyes, clad in turn in a white t shirt with grey sweat pants and simple sandals on his feet. Both boys have a mischievous grin on their faces as they dart past Mary and make their way carefully scaling up the trailer’s walls up to the rooftops, no doubt their game of tag escalating once more.

As Calvin lightly tags Dick on their rooftop of the trailer and the two safely descend back to the ground before resuming the chase, Mary can’t help but sigh surprisingly sadly for the kid her son was hanging out with at this moment. Poor, poor Calvin; about two years ago, during their latest stop at Haly’s Circus’ home city of Gotham, the little guy approached their trailer door looking in more ways than one, pretty miserable. Not too long ago, the man who was his father locked the kid into a dog kennel for whatever bull reason. From what Calvin told them that man simply walked away and never came back, leaving the boy simply to live out the rest of his days in the cage with no chance for escape. Except beyond expectation and with some good luck, Calvin did escape. Noticing a small chink in the chain holding the kennel door in place, Calvin used a decent sized rock into pounding away that chink in a calm state before finally the chain collapsed. The kennel door swung open, allowing the then eight year old Calvin to make a run for it. The kid ran in the cold and desolate rain storm that poured over Gotham that night, far away from that damn cage until at one point, his legs can’t run anymore.

It was there Calvin came across the Flying Graysons’ trailer in the adjacent Gotham Memorial Park, as part of the circus preparing for their performances the upcoming weekend. Upon noticing the windows of the trailer with the lights on, indicating someone inside, Calvin at first was tempted to knock on their front door before realizing that maybe they won’t take him since he is for intents and purposes a complete stranger. So, he just lied next to the steps of the trailer door until the rain clears up. Or at least he was until suddenly the door opens, a six year old Dick Grayson peering his head outside the door and seeing the shivering, bloodied fisted and soaked Calvin Rose right in front of him. Now cracking the door slightly more open upon realizing who it was, Dick calls for his parents in a thick language Calvin doesn’t understand. Next thing he knows, the two parents almost immediately have Calvin walk in, Mary draping a thick warm blanket over his shoulders, John lightly telling him to sit at the nearby couch and Dick heating up a bowl of his mother’s chicken soup she made earlier just for him.

Ever since that night, Calvin became a very welcome addition to the greater family. Not only does he possess an amazing ability to escape from any trap and restraint on par with the great Harry Houdini, Dick had found a friend next to his age he can go to, someone who understands his own plights and words they way no grown-ups can. In a way, Dick had gotten a pseudo older brother that day. While Calvin’s escape act and the Flying Graysons’ trapeze have their own distinct places on the show time, those two are nearly inseparable.

A squeal belonging to Dick snapped Mary out of her thoughts. Looking to her right, she can see the two kids tussling with each other in the nearby mud puddle. She chuckles heartily as Calvin and Dick take turns pinning each other playfully, poking at each other’s ribcages and bellies and lightly slapping some mud on their faces. As the old saying goes, ‘boys will be boys’. Though, looking at her watch and taking of the time, it was indeed getting a bit late for the boys being boys. Wasting no time, Mary heads for her son’s bedroom, opening the dresser next to his bed, fetching out a clean black t shirt with grey sweat pants not unlike hers and his indoor sandals. Mary gets back to the door just as the two kids lay on their backs on the grassy field, panting heavily with smiles on their faces, covered head to toe in mud and just looking at each other before doing a fist bump. Taking it as her cue, Mary lightly knocks on the steel door of the trailer, drawing their attention.

“Alright you two, you should probably get to the showers. It’s almost 8 pm right now”

While Calvin might not speak lovari Romanes chib like Mrs. Grayson and Dickie can, he does understand it to get what they say.

“Really?” he asks.

“Uh huh”, Dick nods, “You better go first and…”

Mary lightly chuckles and presents the fresh clothes on her hand, “Actually Little Robin, while you two were having your brawl, I got these for you. No son of mine would wait for his chance to rinse off before his buddy does”

While Calvin was having a good laugh at the apparent blushing on Dick’s face, the latter almost shrugs it off and makes sure his hands are clean of mud before grabbing the clothes from his mother and makes his ways to the shower trailer. As Dick makes his way, Calvin gives a quick thumb up to Mary as he heads back to his own trailer to grab his own clean laundry. Or rather, right before he does so, he slows down his walking speed and has a pondering look on his face. Mary takes immediate note of it and walks over to him. The grass lightly brushes her bare feet as she reaches her right hand on Calvin’s right shoulder.

“Is there something on your mind, sweetie?” she asks with a tad bit of concern on her part. Being more or less a mother for him, of course she would.

Calvin brushes the toe of his sandal on the grass before having his brown eyes look up to Mrs. Grayson’s blue ones. “It’s nothing Mrs. Grayson, really just some thought about something but nah; don’t wanna bug you about it”

“Did you think about spending tonight with us, a sleepover?” Calvin’s eyes slightly widen a bit upon realizing Mrs. Grayson knew exactly what he was thinking. But before he can start trying to brush it off, Mary just gives him a warm smile and starts lightly ruffling his hair instead.

“Well,” Calvin asks before once more having a sincere look on his face as stares up to Mary, honestly expecting the worst, “can I?”

Mary almost wastes no time in giving an answer. “John’s out to town with Mr. Haly for tonight and we have a day off from practice tomorrow. So pretty much….Yeah, you can”

Calvin leapt into the air in joy with a fist in the air and was about to hug Mary before realizing how mud covered he was, instead simply rubbing the back of his head with slightly embarrassment. “Just make sure you get your laundry ready for your turn in the showers after Dick rinses up and try not to tell him if you run into him. How about we keep it a surprise?” Mary whispers the last part to him with a wink of her eye. Apparently, she has a bit of mischievous side too. With his own eye wink and a thumb up, Calvin darts back to his trailer. Mary walks back to the door, wiping her bare soles on the front carpet before steeping back in.

About half an hour or so later, Dick entered the trailer door, clad in his clean clothes and his jet black hair moistened though not nearly as much before Dick dried most of it with his towel the showers had. Mary notices however, of Dick preparing to just simply walk in before she gestures to him a certain something. Pointing to her soles, Dick gets that his mother says to wipe the soles of his sandals before walking in or take them off since while he avoided the mud puddles on his way back, the grass wasn’t going to do favors for this family trailer’s carpet. Rather than what he usually does in which actually involves wiping said sandals, Dick just lets them slide off his otherwise bare feet before stepping into the trailer. Dick makes then his way to the kitchen, climbing up the countertop right underneath the cupboards where the plastic glasses are then upon grabbing one, back flipping off said countertop and opening up the fridge door behind him for the jug full of simple water. As her son pours some of the clear liquid into his cup, no doubt for a drink before and/or after getting some sleep, Mary suddenly picks up on a few knocks on their trailer door. The pattern of said knocks is familiar; she knows who’s waiting at the front. Her surprise had arrived.

“Dickie, can you please get the door? I think there’s someone waiting for us”

With a quick salute, Dick raced back to the front door, proceeding to lightly open it, being on his guard while showing a friendly face just in case. Mary simply has a soft smirk in her face without even looking behind her to the scene playing out as Dick lets out an excited gasp for their visitor. There was Calvin, his hair similarly wet and now clad in a clean set of fleece pajamas with sandals on his feet, having a small backpack with his night stuff on his right shoulder and smiling equally as excitedly due to the look on Dick’s face. As the young Rose takes off his sandals out of courtesy before stepping inside, the little Grayson was able to piece together that Calvin will be crashing in with them for the night; looking back to his mother and getting a silent yet all too happy nod from her only confirms such. Dick also remembers it was a day off from practice for tomorrow and a weekend on top of that meaning that Calvin and he have the night to themselves.

Over the next hour, Mary can hear all sorts of chatter and noise coming from Dick’s bedroom, most of them was the two playing on Dick’s game system trying to either outdo one another if playing against each other or give each other aid and instruction to help each other if paired as a team. In the middle of their fingers slamming the controller buttons or hoping on and off Dick’s bed on a moment of excitement, the two engage in small talk on a variety of things. Whether it is the how the elephants can use some free roam every once in a while in spite of what kind of trouble they can get into should said elephants stampede on accident, which of these ‘superheroes’ is better, being either this ‘Woman of Wonder’ that apparently travels the world or Metropolis’ ‘Superman’. Both conclude though one thing: there’s no way this ‘Batman’ in Gotham can be real. Maybe he’s just a bedtime story to get the kids over there to behave like the Court of Owls or something. At one point, Calvin and Dick thought that maybe they can try combing their respective acts into one. Like say, Calvin is in a straight jacket suspended about 30 to 40 ft in the air while Dick stands by at a nearby platform with a trapeze bar in hand. From there, once Calvin of course frees himself from the straight jacket within a few minutes, Dick swings over to him, does the triple or even the quadruple flip and right as Calvin slips out and begins to drop from the height. When Calvin starts dropping by a single inch, He reaches out with his arms for Dick to catch him and swing them both back to safety. ‘The Great Swinging Escape’ they call it as Dick and Calvin laugh it off. Mary chuckles to herself when hearing that from her own room next door, actually finding herself intrigued and maybe with some heavy practice and a safety net for even their actual performance that can work. Of course, all parties involved will need a good convincing to Mr. Haly for that to happen.

By the time, an hour goes by; Mary can clearly hear her son and his friend apparently lacking any tiredness on their part. While they have the night to themselves, the two will have to start lying down for the night at some point. Those two are just full of such energy and stamina, only something than can tire them out can do the job. At least though, their energy finds itself expended on either their chatter with each other or Dick’s videogame.

Wait a minute….game, Mary thought to herself. She starts piecing something in her mind and thinking back to something. In particular, her childhood is what she thinks about…..hey yeah. She remembers that during her days as a Soaring Lloyd the way her own mother would tire her out. Her son’s maternal grandmother will play one type of game nearly every night up till her teenage years. It was a game of endurance and stamina. All needed were their family blankets, bits of string, a feather or two, their own hands, and a jar to place their bets, whether being money tips from their shows or necklace beads. One crux of this game though would mean someone who knows how to wrap blankets around a person that’s mostly inescapable. It cannot commence fully if the participant moves out of the way. Mary though of how her own mother trains the way she wraps her daughter in those blankets neatly and tightly enough to an extent Mary cannot simply run away should her endurance in this game fails but always felt as if she can just bail out if she wriggles enough for the blankets to loosen. To ensure the willing participant cannot escape one the flimsiest of movement and fully use their endurance, Mary will need someone who knows a thing or not about inescapable. What better choice than the Youngest Escape Artist in the World who just right now beaten Dick on their round on that videogame.

Mary calls out to the two after she can hear Dick’s game system turning off. “Alright you two, I think it be a smart idea to brush your teeth if I were you. You don’t wanna sleep with germs in your mouth tonight.”

“Aw, come on”, she can hear Calvin groan; “we really have to do it now? How about another hour? ”

“Well Rose, I didn’t say go to bed right away afterwards now did I?” Mary responds cheekily.

Calvin opened to reply only to realize on what he heard before she clarified herself. “Yeah, my bad Mrs. Grayson”, he says sheepishly and a soft chuckle.

Letting a chuckle of own in kind, Mary then calls to her son while in her room, looking through her necklace making kit for strong enough bits of string to use. “Richard, you go in first while your friend gets his toothbrush okay?”

“Sure thing, Momma” Dick replies happily before quickly turning to his friend, “I won’t take too long okay Cal?”

“Take your time, Dickie” Calvin says, “I can wait. I saw enough bad teeth around here that make my own teeth get cavities. Don’t wanna see you get it too” he remarks, making Dick laugh as the latter heads toward the trailer’s bathroom.

While Calvin looks through his travel backpack for that toothbrush, he notices Mary at the bedroom. Tellingly, she sports a bit of a smirk on her face. She recent has an idea, an idea for some mischief, and Calvin mostly has a role in it. At first, he sports a curious look on his face, thinking he’ll be the target for something. That immediately exits out of his thoughts as Mary approaches him regularly; no, what she has in mind is something completely different.

“Calvin, if you don’t mind at all, I need you help in something. It’s a little idea I have in mind for Dick but I’m sure you both are going to like this” Mary whispers excitedly to him, low enough in which Dick can’t hear them.

Calvin, now knowing that Dick will be the target instead of him, raises an eyebrow raised and a small smirk grows on his lips as well. “So, you do you have in mind Mrs. Grayson?”

“Well…” Mary says before almost muting her words via very softly stating them in his ear. As she explains her secret plan to Calvin in full detail, that smirk on his face grows into a more mischievous grin. Oh yeah, now that sounds like something he can do. As Calvin, nods his head, indicating a yes, Mary hands Calvin the piece of string she brought with her from her necklace set and begins loosening some of Dick’s blankets and bed sheets.

Around five minutes later, Dick finally steps out of the bathroom after rinsing off his teeth and makes his way back to bedroom. Along the way though, he can hears some whispered chatter between Calvin and his mother coming from there. He wonders what those two are up to since among the whispers, he can hear some light hearted laughter, meaning it was a plan alright. Most likely, it has him in the center of it. He might be only 8, but Dick’s not dumb. With a smirk on his face, he can try surprising his mother and his friend before they can do whatever they wish with him. Now stepping on his tip toes, Dick sneakily makes his way to the door to his room completely out of sight from his mother and Calvin, quietly standing next to the door out of sight. Should either his mother or Calvin start making their way out to check on him, he can unleash an ambush via a playful tackle and using his fingertips on their ticklish spots to pin them. As he spots Calvin making his way to the door after hearing his mother tell the former to check if he was doing okay, Dick snickers lightly, sticks to the shadows….

“Nice Try, Dickie!” happily exclaims Calvin while playfully grabbing Dick in a bear hug, causing the latter to squeal laughing, out of the shadows and onto his bedroom floor, trying to pin him. Of course having play wrestle him earlier tonight, Dick picks up on his friend’s pattern on how he pins him via pokes on his sensitive ribs. Not this time though as Dick cleverly slides out of Calvin’s reach and targets his own fingers on Calvin’s soles. Upon the first poke of that fingertip on his soft skin on his left foot’s arch, immediately Calvin yelps into a bubbling laugh of his own and topples face first onto the floor. Seizing the chance, Dick sits on his knees upon Calvin’s pinned legs, wraps his left arm around Calvin’s ankles, bringing these feet up to him and using his free hand, starts scribbling his fingers all across whatever spots on Calvin’s bare feet he can find.

While pinned and finding himself outmaneuvered by his younger counterpart, Calvin barely focuses on such a turn of events since those laughs are erupting out of his mouth like there’s no tomorrow. For good reason though, since out of all the places on his body he was sensitive, it was his bare feet. Now his friend goes all out with the velvet like skin on his soles, the pads of his ten toes and perhaps worst of all, the stems of said toes in which just tiny poke on them sets off a certifiable explosion of nerves being tickled all across Calvin’s body. Thankfully, before Dick’s free hand can make it to those stems on his toes, Mary cheekily tells her son to stop.

“Now, now Little Robin, let’s save tickling Calvin for a little later. We can’t have him pass out right now.”

Dick looks back to his mother with wide grin on his face before loosening his grip on Calvin’s ankles, letting his feet drop to the ground and giving the older boy a chance to breathe. It’s then though that Dick also notices his mother sitting on his own bed, more or less confirming what he had been hearing on his way back from the bathroom.

“So”, Dicks asks the two as they both smile mischievously picking up on the fact he’s onto them, “what do you to have in mind for right now?”

As Calvin grabs his toothbrush and makes his way to the bathroom for his own teeth brushing, Mary pats her hands on Dick’s bed, saving a seat for him. “Oh, nothing too big at all son; I just noticed both Calvin and you seem like you two can stay up all night if you want too, right?”

Dick nodded his head happily, “Yeah, Cal and I can stay up till the sun goes up Mom. There isn’t anything make us tired. No sir-ee.” That little boast more or less had Dick firmly in exactly where Mary wants him, easy prey for her little game. It was time to let the cat slip out of the bag for this one.

“Well, Little Robin, when I was your age, I thought the same thing on nights like this. So you would like to know what my mom did to me whenever I said I can stay up till to the sun came up?” she asks with a cheeky grin in her face.

“Nope, what was it?” Dick asks now genuinely curious.

Now for the bombshell, “Oh, Your grandma and I would bet something in a jar then she’ll have me wrapped up very tightly in the blankets.”

Dick asks, figuring out where this might be going, “Does the bet say something about how long you can last without getting too tired?”

Mary nods happily, as she fills in the blanks, “More or less, how long can you handle like say, your feet getting a good tickling until you either fall asleep or say you quit.”

Dick’s eyes widen with excitement upon hearing the answer but before he can act, Mary quickly slips her hand onto the soles of Dick’s right foot and begins lightly scratching it, ‘Like this!”

Almost immediately, a squealing laughter bubbles out of Dick’s mouth and he falls backward onto his bed, kicking his legs frantically to get his mother’s fingertips off his sensitive skin on that area. Quickly calming down and in-taking some air, Dick smiles happily towards his mother, now knowing the full picture of what Calvin and she have in mind. With that in mind, sure, he’s sensitive, the fact is Dick’s a Grayson through and through, he can handle soaring through the air on some ropes without a safety net below, and he can handle this for sure.

“So, want to give a try Little Robin?” Mary asks sweetly while cracking her fingers. “It’ll be perfectly fine with me if you don’t want…”

Rather than wait for her answer, Dick simply got underneath the blankets, place his head on the pillow on one end of the bed and stuck his two soft velvet soled bare feet out of the other end of the blankets where his mother was.

“Now just wait a minute Dickie” Mary says while playfully grabbing one of her son’s big toes lightly causing the latter to giggle lightly in turn, “I’d say we spice this up a bit by making it a game of who can last longer.”

Within the next minute, Calvin had stepped back into the bedroom out of his teeth brushing, noting almost immediately of Dick already in position. Now with his own smirk upon realizing what this means, he cracks his fingers and he too trudges unto the bed. Rather than go underneath the blankets, Calvin begins grabbing the ends of the bundle Dick is within and begins wrapping them up in a zigzag like pattern across the acrobat’s swaddled torso, arms and legs. Finally, after nearly two minutes of careful wrapping, he finishes off Dick’s fluffy restraints with a simply tucking in of a corner in his right side.

“Alright, Dick” Calvin says with his arms crossed and proud of his work, “try getting out of that.”

Sure enough, as Dick attempts doing so via wriggling around and trying to slide the blankets off him, nothing moved by a single inch. Indeed, Calvin’s restraining technique had worked, the little Grayson finds himself more or less completely trapped. All that Dick move at all were his head against his pillow and the toes of his two feet in which even then can only fan out or clench tightly, the latter of which he was doing now in anticipation for both his mother and his friend’s next move.

While Mary grabs a small empty nearby jar and placing it on top of Dick’s dresser, Calvin gets a small notepad and a pen to write down their bets. They are made rather quickly since let’s face it; they just want to get started already. Dick bets he can last for 1 hour of nonstop scribbling and poking on his feet, saying that should he lose, he owes his mother three straight nights in a row of doing the dishes after dinner and getting Calvin any ice cream next time they see a place to get some. Then the other shoe drops. “You have anything in mind you want to bet on for yourself, Calvin dear?” Mary asks. Cal’s face brightens up almost instantly since he knows he can participate as well. It was a chance he wasn’t going to back down on. Using a second small note paper, he write a bet of his own: Whereas Dick supposedly can last 1 hour, Calvin bets he can last 2 hours, should he lose, he owes the Graysons an entire dinner from a nearby take out joint one day and be the one getting ice cream for Dick instead.

Mary takes the two bets written in note paper, placing them that jar while Calvin hops onto the bed right next to Dick, getting his own set of blankets he brought with him to wrap himself in, and likewise poking his head out one end and his bare feet on the other. Mary tucks Calvin’s blankets around him tightly yet comfortably thanks to Calvin instructing her on the same technique he used to restrain Dick beforehand. Sure enough, like Dick, Calvin finds himself only capable of moving his head on his pillow and his ten toes, the latter only able to fan out or clench.

All preparations done, Mary finds herself staring at quite a sight indeed: before her blue eyes was what seems being a massive of well woven cotton and fabric sheets with two tousled heads poking out of one end and four perfectly formed feet out of the other. One pair of those feet was only a mere centimeter bigger than the other, with a tiny bit of callus on the balls and heels but otherwise was perfectly normal with their smooth curving arches and soft texture everywhere else for a growing lad like Calvin Rose. For the other pair, while slightly if at all smaller, the soles, arches and stems of the toes uniquely had a lighter skin tone in comparison to the tops, and with slightly longer toes in comparison to Calvin’s in which while not stubby, they had less space to poke those stems of said toes. Otherwise, Dick’s own feet, usually well maintained via applying skin lotion on them every other few nights before bed, had the same features as Calvin’s had. Overall, the two pairs of feet poking out of the mass of blankets before her made them all the enticing Mary’s mind to give in to them a nice motherly rub and then some. Frankly, with the addition of all twenty toes wriggling, fanning out and clenched in anticipation, really it was just those four feet saying ‘hey, give us your best shot, we dare you’ right to her. So, with her two hands descending on those four lovely feet, her left set upon Calvin’s and her right on Dick’s, Mary was indeed giving it her best.

She starts slow and methodical; running her index fingertips on the smooth soles of Calvin’s left foot and Dick’s right foot. The toes on each respective one clenched down followed by fanning outward and from there repeat slowly. Already, soft and bubbling giggles erupt from both boys, Calvin even clenching his mouth shut to prevent those precious giggles from escaping completely. Dick fared slightly worse with an ability in holding back the giggles already bubbling out of his mouth. Of course, though, Mary was just merely warming up. Next thing, the speed and number of her fingertips rubbing against the soles of all four feet grow per minute, leaving both Calvin and Dick now laughing slightly louder and far less ability to control it.

There was practically no spot on those soles, heels, or the balls of their feet left untouched by Mary’s darting fingertips. No matter how clenched or fanned out those four feet were, she continues onward. By now, the laughing from the two boys was at a consistent yet loud enough level that said laughter starts blending in a synchronized manner. From the looks of it to further this whole thing, neither showed any sign of fatigue so far. Mary does have to give Calvin and her son credit, about twenty minutes in, they have no quit in them. So now, it was time to escalate things a tad bit.

“Calvin, dear”, the mother asks while calming the frequency of her fingertips, softening a bit of the immense tickling and allowing the two to breathe a bit while still laughing their heads off, “do still have that string from earlier?”

“On…the…drawer….behind you…” Calvin was barely able to say in between his laughing, bopping his head to his right slightly to point Mrs. Grayson in that direction. Sure enough, there was the necklace just sitting on the corner of the piece of wooden furniture, perfectly intact. Originally, the string would find use for one person’s pair of bare feet on this occasion but now that they’re two, Mary decides to very quickly grab another one from her necklace in her room, giving the boys a chance to catch their breath. Not easy considering that scratching from Mary’s fingertips left phantom tickles they can still feel, causing them to still giggle intensely.

Calvin turns his head slightly to Dick’s direction, breathing out some giggles while having a slight smirk on his face. “Ready….to quit….Dickie?”

“…Nope…Cal….I…can still…last longer”, Dick responds with a small smirk of his own while also breathing through giggles

“I don’t know, Little Robin”, Mary hums happily as she re-enters the bedroom with two strings in her hands; “this next part will test you alright.”

Gently taking the two big toes of her son’s feet in her fingers, Mary carefully takes one of the string pieces and proceeds to wrap it around the toes. After as much loops as it can do, Mary toes the string in a nifty little knot. Now suddenly, Dick can barely clench his toes at all, leaving the stems completely vulnerable and practically defenseless. In a quick few seconds, Calvin too has a string piece wrapped and tied around his two big toes so now he too can barely clench his toes at all and now his stems are defenseless.

Sure enough, Mary cracks his fingers and presses a loving kiss on each of the boys’ temples before having a mischievous grin on her face as she goes face to face with four bare feet sticking out of the tightly wrapped blankets. Enter Mary’s fingertips as they begin lightly scratching within the toe stems of Dick and Calvin. To say the laughter came back with a vengeance, a tad bit louder than before and most sincerely full of energy would be a gigantic understatement.

Once more as before, no spot of those twenty toe stems and the toes themselves are untouched by Mary’s loving scratches and pokes. Both of the boys’ heads are now tossing and turning all over their soft pillows with little tears forming in their eyes. No matter hard the two Circus youths try holding it in by closing their mouths shut, their laughter still escaped. They are determined however; there is no way either of them will have to pay for the other one’s ice cream just because they lost a tickling game nor do all those dishes nor stand in line at next Red Robin restaurant they come across. As such, in spite of the utter expending of their energy and possibly their sanity, Calvin and Dick still do not quit.

About the forty-five minute mark of this whole thing, Mary still cannot help but admire the sheer amount of willpower the two boys have in the face of their bare feet receiving the treatment they get. So, once more, it was time to escalate things to basic all out war. The mischievous grin on her face going slightly bigger since now comes in that feather. Both Calvin and Dick are able to peeking through their otherwise shut eyes and suddenly their laughter changed it note slightly.

“Oh….no…” Calvin laughed out in somewhat dread.

“Oh yes” Mary proudly stated as the feather descends upon Dick’s right foot and Calvin’s left foot at the same time. Very lightly, the feather begins rubbing on the two pale feet. Already, the laughing is beginning to build up in volume. Sure enough, Mary strokes the feather slightly faster and accordingly, the laughter from the two reaches another decibel. From there, about fifty minutes in, the feather now strikes at random on both pairs of bare feet. If the feather stroke on the ball of Dick’s left foot, his laugh rises. If it strikes, Calvin right heel, his does. The tips of their toes prove being no exception since one glide across all twenty toes was enough to crank the laughter’s volume up a tad bit. As hard they try, neither Dick nor Calvin can clench their stout toes completely thanks to the strings tying their big ones. This happens while Mary’s fingertips dart around on spots the feather isn’t hitting.

Now at one hour and fifteen minutes, the nuclear option finally comes in, the feather now placed in the toe stems of both boys’ exposed feet. A simple stroke going rightward and back, rightward and back, up and down the stems, circling around the pads of the toes before coming back to the stems, rightward and…

“OK! OK!” screeches Calvin between his exhausted laughter, “I QUIT! I QUIT!”

Dick yelps happily in spite of his immobility in joy.

“I won! I actually won!” He yells, exhaustively yet ecstatically in his native tongue.

Mary has bubbling laughter of her own as she finally puts away the feather and loosens the strings on the boys’ big toes, finally giving their feet to move around more freely again. She leans over the winner’s tousled head and plants a few victory kisses on him, much to Dick’s slight embarrassment and Calvin’s light snickering.

Other than all that, both boys are just flat out exhausted. The scribbling, poking and feather stroking was apparently too much for their stamina to bear as Dick and Calvin both pant heavily and have small tears leak from their eyes onto the soft pillows they lie on. In between their panting, were still giggles since once more phantom tickles persist on their bare feet. Nonetheless those lingering nerves of theirs were fading out fast once they have a chance to be left be, yet so was the ability for the boys’ to stay awake as Mary can tell as she puts away the stings and jar containing their bets. Their panting had softened to deep and relaxed breathing as her ears can attest, just like how she felt once her mother stopped.

Remembering Calvin’s instructions on the blankets from earlier, Mary finds the one flap on both Dick and Calvin’s restraining bundles and gently tugs away, undoing all the tightening in one swift motion. Now the blankets are simply draped over each of the two, allowing their arms and legs underneath both the move freely. Not that they can though, given that one look on their faces, the two circus lads are starting to drift into deep and relaxing sleep.

“Looks…like (yawn)…I…owe…you…” With those words, Calvin was the first for sleep to claim as his eyes close, his breathing evens and his head tilts to the side with a peaceful smile on his face.

One quick kiss on Calvin’s temple and Mary pulls the folded part of his blanket to the bridge of his nose, doing so making the now asleep Calvin moan happily before shifting so that the blanket covers his entire face. Now, he was out cold. It looks like Dick was next.

Even though his eyes flutter to a slow close, Dick had a slight giggle as his mother drapes the blanket up and ruffles his black hair.

“I love you, Momma” Dick yawns dreamily “Good Night”

With a happy and proud sniffle upon hearing those words, Mary leans to give Dick one more kiss on the temple. “Good Night My Little Robin. Sweet Dreams”

Thusly, Dick eyes close completely and finally he falls into a deep and happy sleep as Mary covers his face with the blanket like Calvin has.

About five seconds later, then comes the soft snoring. Yep, both were completely dead asleep. Her game had worked.

Mary finally stands to get a good look at the two sleeping boys, completely covered by their respective blankets, the exceptions being only their crowns of their hair and most tellingly their bare feet on the other end. Normally, any other mother at this point would leave well enough alone, head to their own bed and close for the night. Mary certainly would do just that given her own tiredness kicking in. However, she always has a way to leave her mark on those she tickles. So there was just one tiny thing left to do.

She quietly and excitedly makes her way to her bedroom’s nightstand and after a good few seconds, finds what she was looking for. In her hands were a black marker pen and two cardboard tags with strings attached. Long story incredibly short, while her mother’s side of the family was filled with acrobats and circus folks, on her father’s side, their jobs were a tad bit…morbid. Medical examiners, surgeons, morticians, EMTs, funeral directors or in the case of Dick’s maternal grandfather and perhaps most frightening of all….a dentist; these were Mary’s cousins, aunts and uncles on that side of the family tree and while ultimately deviating from that career, she develops a sense of humor heavily inspired by it. So now both her more-or-less nephew Calvin and her son Dick were ‘dead asleep’ as evidenced by their light snores coming from underneath the blankets covering them, right? Well, as she writes down their ‘details’ on those two tags with strings, why not have them play the first part?

Mary finishes Calvin’s tag first and such with its attached string; she lightly as to not accidentally tickle him awake places it on the big toe of Calvin’s right foot. As to the question of where exactly Mary got such things, it was during a tour in London, during a day off, John and her out of morbid curiosity visited the nearby mortuary, and got the tags as souvenirs in the gift shop. It reads as such:

ATTACH TO TOE

NAME: Rose, Calvin

AGE: 10

GENDER: Male

ETHNICITY: White

WEIGHT: 45 lbs

HEIGHT: 4’ 11’’

FOOT SIZE: 5

HAIR: Brown

EYES: Brown

DATE OF BIRTH: 9/XX/90

PLACE OF DEATH: Bedroom DATE OF DEATH: N/A

CAUSE OF DEATH: Tickling Induced Sleepiness

MEDICAL EXAMINER: Mary Elizabeth Lloyd Grayson

FUNERAL DIRECTOR: John Fredrick Grayson

COMMENTS: Do Not Disturb.

Calvin himself only let out a tiny giggle as the tag brushed very lightly on the sole of his bare foot but otherwise remained in deep sleep.

Sure enough, with that done, Dick too had a written on cardboard tag attached on his right foot’s big toe. While gently settling the string on the toe, Mary very lightly gave a tiny, playful brush to Dick’s sole, causing the acrobat to giggle lightly and very briefly clench his toes before they once more are still as if nothing happened. On his tag, it reads.

ATTACH TO TOE

NAME: Grayson, Richard John

AGE: 8

GENDER: Male

ETHNICITY: Romani

WEIGHT: 35 lbs

HEIGHT: 4’ 5’’

FOOT SIZE: 4.5

HAIR: Black

EYES: Blue

DATE OF BIRTH: 3/21/92

PLACE OF DEATH: Bedroom DATE OF DEATH: N/A

CAUSE OF DEATH: Exhaustion induced Slumber

MEDICAL EXAMINER: Mary Elizabeth Lloyd Grayson

FUNERAL DIRECTOR: John Fredrick Grayson

COMMENTS: Sleep Well, Little Robin. Momma Loves You.

Her work done, Mary caps the pen close and finally makes her way to her bed. Catching a last glimpse of the two sleeping boys with their bare feet poking out of the blankets, snoring away in their dreams and toe tags attached, she gently closes the door. The bright moonlight shines through the bedroom window on the two blanket covered boys while they sleep. This is their home, this is their life, and this is truly, what a nice evening looks like.

[haohaohuihui]

╰┈i missed you┈➤

seungcheol × fem!oc/reader smut au

Summary: Reese(Reader) agreed to live under one roof with Jude(Cheol), a famous model who only goes home every weekend, even though they don't really have any kind of relationship, aside from sleeping together without strings attached.

Pairings: Model!Seungcheol as Jude and Reader as Reese

Genre: softcore smut and fluff(maybe? if you read between the lines?😭) Minors DNI ‼️

Warnings/Tags: softcore, penetration(f receiving), protected seggs(always practice safe sex), pet names, fingering, dom and sub kink-ish?, begging, praise kink

Disclaimer:

English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance if there would be typos and grammar errors 🙏🏼

I give svt members different names to remind me not to be excessively(?) delulu 😭

Sipping on your third glass of red wine, you relax your back on the white couch in the middle of the living room. 

It's already Wednesday, but you feel like your week is just starting. Work is getting tough at this time of the school year and you're just glad that you're already home at this hour.

After dimming the lights using a master remote control, you open the TV and play the series that you've been watching since last week. You don't have the patience to watch a TV series, but boredom got the best of you.

But you're amazed that the show is actually interesting and now you unexpectedly get why everyone likes it.

Hugging the fluffy gray throw pillow on your side, your nose suddenly catches a familiar scent.

Jude's…

And automatically, your thoughts bring you to the last time he was there on the very spot you're sitting on right now. Your cheek burns when you remember how many times Jude took you that night on that white couch.

The way he settles his large hand around your neck... The way he bites your shoulder as he spoons and enters you from behi—

"Ugh. Stop it, Reese!" You reprimand yourself as you sip on your glass again.

Biting your lower lip, you press your thighs together as you try to resist the ache that's starting to pound in between your legs. You shake your head disapprovingly. It's baffling how by just the whiff of his scent that he left on the pillows, your body is already reacting like this.

The truth is… As much as you don't want to admit it, what you feel for him is already more than the physical and it's driving you crazy because you can't tell that to him. You're afraid that all of these will end in a flash if you decide to confess what you really feel for him.

You even miss him so badly right now. It's been three weeks since the last time you saw him, and you think you're ridiculous for feeling this way for someone who just thinks of you as his fuck buddy.

You sigh as you focus your eyes on what you are watching, but you already can't deny the nagging sensation that you're feeling down there to even make sense of what's happening on the show.

Then suddenly the main characters on the show start making out. Their moans fill the spaces of your living room and that causes you to lose the war going in between your legs.

Sliding your hands to one of your thighs, you are about to touch yourself when you hear a very familiar voice, causing you to jerk from your seat.

"Let me."

"What the f—How...You're here…" Are the only words that you can make up when you see Jude standing on the side of the couch just wearing a white shirt and gray sweatpants.

And even with dimmed lights, you can see his biceps flex as he crosses his arms.

You gulp.

Why is he here? It's not yet his rest day?

Still confused, you stand from the couch and walk towards the glass window, and pretend to look at the city lights outside.

"Why are you here?" You must look and sound like an idiot, but what the heck? Did he see what you were about to do?

And what does he mean by "Let me"?

Of course, you're not dumb. You know what he meant, but you're just too embarrassed to even admit that to yourself and your flushed cheeks are the evidence of that.

On the side of your eye, you watch him stand beside you. He starts to watch you intently as a small smile makes its way to his lips.

"My shoot was canceled," he replies as if that alone can answer your question why he's here.

Well, he owns this place, but it's just strange to see him on a weekday.

He suddenly reaches for your hair that's almost covering your glasses and tucks it behind your ear. "That's better "

You can feel your heart beating erratically inside your chest when he starts to stroke the top of your head, stopping to hold the start of your little ponytail, then gently letting his hand down to the end of your hair.

He does it again, making sure his fingertips touch your nape, causing you to feel a subtle shiver down your spine.

You bite your lower lip and grab on your robe as you stifle a moan. Stopping his actions, he smirks as he puts his hand back inside his pocket.

He knows it turns you on when he does that.

You glare at him, but he mirrors it with his full smile, knowing fully well that it's the smile that takes you on one hell of a ride every damn time.

He then licks his lips as he looks at you from head to toe and you can't help but curse yourself because his effect on you is not like this before.

He then tries to catch your gaze, and when he finally locks eyes with you, he swiftly lays his hands on your shoulder before gently pushing you against the glass window.

Swallowing the lump that's forming inside your throat, you look up at him as he places one of his hands on the glass just beside your head before leaning down near your ear.

"I missed you."

You gulp again.

Fuck. Why is he saying things like that? I might get the wrong idea!

He then proceeds to lick your earlobe before leaving butterfly kisses on your cheeks, making your already hazy brain drunker because of his kisses.

You close your eyes tightly.

Gosh. I missed him too.

"Hmmm…" you whimper as you grasp both sides of his shirt.

Hearing you let out a soft moan, he breathes raggedly as he takes your lips in yearning, urgent kisses as his hands slide from your shoulders down to your waist.

You can't count how many times you did this with him anymore, but tonight it feels...different. The way he touches your skin is different. Even his kisses are different…

You just don't know if it's a good thing or not...

Pushing those thoughts away, you wrap your arms around his neck as you pull him down to deepen the kiss. You then feel one of his hands travel down your thighs, underneath the skirt of your nightie.

You gasp when his hand starts digging into your panties and desperately reaching your wetness.

"Baby… You're already wet," he whispers against your mouth as he parts your thighs more so he can brush his long, sturdy fingers on your heat properly.

"F-Fuck," you curse as you dig your nails into his shoulders, causing him to groan loudly.

He nibbles on your lower lip as he dips his two digits inside your core, forcing shocked moans out of you.

Quickening the pace of his fingers, he leaves your lips and starts biting your jawline gently as you moan his name over and over again.

Without even wasting any time, he wraps one arm around you before lifting you, prompting you to hold onto his shoulders for dear life as he takes wide steps forward and spreads you across the bar counter just near the living room as if you're his favorite meal ready to be devoured.

"What the hell, Jude?" you blurt out, but it's as if he can't hear you anymore.

He pauses to gaze at you, his eyes darkening with desire—and something else that you can't put a name to—before he takes off his shirt, making you stare at his lean and delicious abs with your mouth agape.

Smirking because of your reaction, he gets a foil pack from his pocket before pulling down his sweatpants to let out his throbbing, hard length.

You watch Jude take his shaft and stroke it before he quickly rips the foil pack using his teeth to match your quickening breath.  

He then hovers over you as you plant your both hands on the quartz stone countertop. With hasty but gentle hands, he undoes the knot of your robe and quickly gets rid of everything that's covering you.

He then closes the distance between your lips and begins to kiss you passionately like he did last time as he gently caresses both of your breasts with your heart racing inside your chest.

His kisses slowly go down from your lips to the column of your neck until it reaches the valley of your breasts. Leaving small love bites, he finds your left nipple and sucks on it.

"Jude… M-More—" you moan out as you throw your head back.

He smiles against your skin as he continues to lick and suck on your buds.

"Please...P-Please…" You beg him, grabbing onto his hair, desperately needing to feel all of him. 

Jude stops his movements but stays in his position. "Please, what? Tell me exactly what you want, Baby."

His thumb then starts to rub on your clit as he waits for your answer.

"Uhhhmm… I… I need… I-I want you inside me," you say in between moans and whimpers.

"Is that really what you want?" he asks again, not stopping his movements in your heat.

You nod vigorously as you feel your first release. "Y-yes... W-wait! Ahhh...I'm coming!"

You almost protest when he suddenly stops his work on your clit, but it's automatically replaced with a high-pitched moan when he suddenly AND aggressively strokes his shaft against your womanhood, making your legs shake as you ride your first climax.

Jude smiles down at you before he leans down to kiss your forehead. "Good girl."

You are trying to steady your breathing when you notice him adjusting himself to prepare to enter you as he parts your legs wider, putting your right leg on one of his shoulders. 

He then places both of his hands on the countertop to steady himself before he gently pushes his length inside of you.

You both moan out as you feel him stretching you from the inside. 

"Fuck, Resse…" Jude grunts as he slides in and out of you with such ease when you get used to his massive length. 

"Harder… Faster…" you plead as you clasp the edge of the countertop because of how intense his thrusts are.

You just need more of him, even if it's just like this. Even if it's just "sex" for him…

Following your plea, he puts down your leg on his shoulder and places both of your legs around his waist before pulling you near him.

He looks at you longingly as he removes the hair that's covering your face, urging you to wrap your arms around his neck.

He then suddenly jerks his hips forward and pumps his shaft just the way you asked for it—harder and faster. 

He then rests his face on the nook of your neck as you both feel your oncoming climax, both of your bodies passionately pounding against each other in the heat of the moment.

"Cum with me, Baby," he commands as he rocks his hips faster, making your legs quake in anticipation.

Sounds of wild moaning and slaps of skin fill the living room as both of you refuse to dive on the edge without the other. 

Jude releases himself in the rubber while still deep inside of you while you scream his name along with other profanities as you climax along with him.

He collapses on top of you, but his strong arms are still trying to balance both of your bodies as you also try hard to catch your breath.

Jude then kisses your temple, longer than usual.

Damn. He hasn't even done that before.

"I'll be gone to Europe in two weeks. I don't think I can handle not seeing you that long…Can you please come with me?"

end~~

I'd really appreciate it if you leave short feebacks or just re-blog this post 🥰💕 Thanks for reading!

[lumosatnight]

Lani's Birthday Oneshots: 2023 Edition!

So, today is my birthday (SCREAMING!), and as a continuation of last year's tradition, I present a ONESHOT REC LIST to celebrate 🥳! Here are 15 oneshots, all under 10k words, one for each day in June leading up to my birthday. Lots of genres, lots of tropes, ordered by ship (kinda).

🌼 - fluff | 💔 - angst | 🔥 - smut | 👀 - mind the tags

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1. Potter's Got a Tiny Dick (that I can't stop thinking about swallowing whole) by @vukovich [Draco/Harry, E, 4.1k] 🔥🤣 This is crack. Hilarious and filthy crack with bff Ginny, nasty car sex, and unhinged Draco wanting "Just a little nom of a cock."

2. Boy Wonder by @maesterchill [Draco/Harry/Ron, E, 6.1k] 🔥🎹 Established in love Rarry with Draco returned from abroad! Wonderful Ron characterization, witty snappy dialogue, and dacryphilia!!!

3. A Saving People Problem by @the-francakes [Draco/James, E, 5.9k] 🔥🏍️ Draco living at Grimmauld place, and James can't keep his eyes off of him. Oh heck yeah! Surprisingly sweet for such a hot cross-gen pairing. Also poor Harry lol.

4. Gray Eyes (Tell No Lies) by @danpuff-ao3 [Sirius/Draco, E, 3.7k] 🔥🍏 Draco with a lingerie kink! Sirius with a one-way magic mirror! So hot, so delectable. Throw in a praise kink too, and I'm drooling.

5. A Sight to Behold by @lumoslyra [Sirius/Luna, T, 2.5k] 🌼🥐 Luna and Sirius dancing around each other. Hermione watching it all and Harry is just confused. Super cute and sweet.

6. in rivulets, in waves by @dulosis [Bellatrix/Luna, M, 2.0k] 💔👀 Dark and deceptive. I couldn't put this fic down. What happens if Bellatrix survives the war? What if Luna takes her in?

7. Catch Me As I Fall by @this-world-of-beautiful-monsters [Bellatrix/Lily, T, 5.8k] 🌼💔 This fic is a wonderful AU of Lily befriending Bellatrix at Hogwarts. How she slowly changes, how she still is roped into the war. Just spectacular!

8. (give me) the first taste by @iamsiriuslyriddikulus [Narcissa/Lily, M, 4.4k] 💔🌿 Narcissa and Lily as hot moms smoking weed!!! Yes!! This Muggle AU is so well thought-out. The characters are so memorable. (Also I'm a sucker for flangst).

9. Love in a Hopeless Place by @dragonsandotters-dh [Remus/Narcissa, T, 4.6k] 💔🐺 So much hurt but also so much comfort. Draco gets bitten by Greyback. A heart-wrenching and hopeful look into the aftermath.

10. Male Bonding by musigneus [Remus/Severus, E, 9.8k] 🔥👀 This is angsty fuck-or-die to the max. Trapped in a cellar before the full moon. But it's SO GOOD and a somewhat hopeful ending.

11. Open a Vault For Me by Sevanna_OHera [Charity/Severus, M, 3.4k] 💔🧪 I found this pairing recently, and the angst level is off the charts. So much hope and longing in this fic and also a canon-compliant ending.

12. Table for One by @littlesixxwrites [Dean/Blaise, T, 3.2k] 🌼🎄 I LOVE THIS SHIP. Bean is the cutest. This fic has instantly smitten Blaise and equally enamored Dean. Lovely fluffy fic that made me squeal with happiness.

13. Maybe This Time (alternatively: once more, with feeling!) by @wanderingdonut [Regulus, G, 4.6k] 🤣👻 THIS FIC!! I died laughing from this fic, then I came back to life cackling and died all over again. Ghost Regulus is perfect. Snarky and entitled and wallowing in death lol.

14. toxicology by @batmansymbol [Hermione, G, 2.9k] 💔💌 A fascinating dive into the possible implication of Harry being a horcrux for so many years. I love how we view everything through Hermione's unreliable narration.

15. just a few sweaters by Prettything_uglylie [Molly, G, 2.4k] 🌼🧶 This story is a cup of hot cocoa in front of the fire. Warm and sweet and content. I adore it with my whole heart.

BONUS FIC (>10k): Tiny Dancer by @rainchance [Neville/Pansy, M, 12.4k] 🌼🩰 A super sweet Panville fic with ballet dancer Pansy and film student Neville. Wonderful background characters and mutual pining.

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Want more fics to read?

Try my rec tag: #lumosinthelibrary

Bday Oneshots 2022, 22 Fic Recs 2022, WLW Library

[leezlelatch]

I have reread your Copia body worship fluffy fic so many times

It's the coziest thank you 💗

THANK YOU.

Copia is so worthy of love, affection, and desire. We all age, and with old age comes insecurities. Heck, we have them now! It's important to let your partner know that you find them beautiful, and that you will continue to do so no matter what.

His wrinkles, his gray hair, and that lovely pooch - they are evidence of a life. A life that we are so lucky to share with him.

I'm so happy you've revisited this fic again and again.

Thank you for reading. :)

[vendetta-if]

Vendetta Interactive Side Story - Halloween Special 🎉

Hey guys 👋 The Halloween Special Interactive Side Story is finally done! 🎉 I know it's a bit late 😅 But this is the very first ever Interactive Side Story I've made for 'Vendetta'.

It turns out longer than I first expected, reaching a word count of around 19K words excluding commands (that's really close to a major-update worth of content!).

It's a really cute and wholesome and fluffy story about little MC, Ash, and Rin celebrating Halloween together with Viktor, Takashi, Luka, and Cara. You'll have three Halloween costumes to choose from, which will also affect Ash's and Viktor's costumes. There will also be four different activities to choose from for the Halloween Fair and a bunch of smaller interaction options!

Since it is a reward that I promised the Patrons for reaching the second goal over on Patreon, the full story will be available to be played by all tiers of Patrons! 😄 So, if you guys are interested, please check out my Patreon page!

Patreon Link

I'll also put a little sneak peek and snippets below the cut! 😁

Note: ${ash_he}, ${ash_him}, ${ash_his} are just all variables for Ash's pronoun, the same thing with Rin's and MC's also. So, whenever they pop up, just feel free to replace them with the proper ones in your head if you want to. And ${lname} is the surname that Viktor and MC use. 

If you choose the Knight costume.

It's the day you've been waiting for all month long and your body is thrumming with barely-held excitement. What day is it? It's the day of the Halloween celebration, and just like all the previous years, you're going to go trick-or-treating with your bestest friend ever, Ash. But what makes you even more excited is that Rin Aikawa, the ${rin_son} of both your dad's and uncle's friend, is going to be joining you.

Since it's Saturday, you've spent the whole day hanging out with Ash and making final touches for both of your costumes. Like every year, you and Ash once again coordinate your costumes. 

This year, you decide to dress up as a loyal and chivalrous knight sworn to your dad and Ash will be the dragon that you'll valiantly vanquish! For a moment, ${ash_he} also wanted to become a knight like you, but it doesn't take long for Ash to change ${ash_his} mind. You can't blame ${ash_him}. Dragons are cool as heck and ${ash_his} pyrokinesis is just too fitting. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a bit jealous.

The both of you have spent a week and a half obtaining and customizing your costumes, trying to perfect them. And earlier today, you managed to finish making the coat of arms for House $!{lname}. You designed it yourself and made a few copies out of card stock papers. Granted, your dad helped you cut out the design and clean up the mess after. But still, you are really proud of your work!

Standing in front of the full-body mirror in your room, you scan your costume. You're wearing a long-sleeved silvery-gray shirt that is meant to mimic the look of chainmail. A red and black tunic is draped over it; the tunic comes down to the middle of your thighs with a black belt cinching it on your hips. Sadly, you and your dad lack the creative ability to create your own knight costume, so you ended up having to buy a ready-to-use full-set costume online and it looks pretty good; it even came with the little plastic sword and shield.

You nod in satisfaction and pride at the state of your costume before glancing back up, looking into your own ${mc_eyes} eyes. Oh, you almost forget the headpiece! You stride over to your bed, snatching the silvery-gray balaclava; it is meant to look like a mail coif. You pull it over your head and face and adjust the mail coif balaclava so it covers your ${mc_hair_length}, ${mc_hair_texture}, ${mc_hair} hair nicely until only wisps stick out.

Suddenly, a knock cuts through the silence of your room. Turning towards the door, you call out to let Ash come in.

"Hey $!{nick}! Are you ready? Rin and ${rin_his} father are here already," ${ash_he} says softly, standing in your doorway. $!{ash_he} is wearing a ready-to-use black and red, full-body, dragon costume, ${ash_his} wings flopping a bit as ${ash_he} shifts in place and ${ash_his} emerald eyes staring at you from the dragon's maw. $!{ash_he} ends up looking more adorable than frightening.

* * * * *

You turn your attention to Takashi and see that he really is wearing authentic-looking samurai armor, the helmet is held in the crook of his arm and there's even a katana slung on his left hip. You wonder if the katana is real or only a prop. Maybe you can ask him later on.

Whatever conversation that your dad and Takashi are having is tapering off. Takashi glances at your dad from head to toe, cheeks slightly flushed. He clears his throat awkwardly before asking, "Dressed up as a king this year, huh? It's a fitting outfit for you. And the black doublet actually looks nice, although a bit stiff."

"Oh, thank you," your dad chuckles and rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Well, it was $!{nick}'s idea since ${mc_he} @{mc_plural want|wants} all three of our costumes to be coordinated." He gestures at you and Ash. "Also, this doublet is actually more comfortable to wear than it looks."

Suddenly, Takashi grins and his eyes glint mischievously. "Your Majesty, I do hope you still have a vacant position among your knights for me. I would like to swear fealty to be one of your loyal knights and protectors." He bows theatrically.

You and Rin gasp aloud together. "No! I'm my dad's only knight and protector!" You kick your little legs in protest.

Rin jumps down the sofa and walks over to ${rin_his} father before hitting him on the thigh repeatedly with ${rin_his} little fists. "Otousan! You already swore to be my samurai!"

Takashi laughs boisterously before bending down and hoisting his ${rin_son} up onto his broad shoulders.

*if (rin_gender = "male") "I'm only joking, my love. Of course, you're the only daimyo I'm loyal to."

*if (rin_gender = "female") "I'm only joking, my love. Of course, I'm sworn only to you, hime-sama."

Rin clings to ${rin_his} father's head, still pouting a bit but pacified for now.

Viktor smiles softly before taking a step towards you and patting your head fondly. "Hey baby, are you ready for trick-or-treating tonight?"

[weebnotheree]

꧁༺♡⚜『𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝟚 - 𝑀𝑟. 𝐶𝑟𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟』⚜♡༻꧂[PT4]

𓂀 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛 𓂀

ENJOY! (songs not mine!!)

•♫•♬♡• 𝙑𝙤𝙩𝙚 + 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 - 𝙁𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 •♡♬•♫•

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YOU: Golden eyes, hair to ur waist, rich clothes ofc u dress nice. But wolf. Your ears are bigger than both ur daughter's and Crystal so. Yk like anime characters anime wolf girl, that's how your hair and ears are. Like Black Hanekawa from Bakemonogatari. Ik ik she's a Neko but- jus go with it. Also, you have a tail, ofc..fluffy. (thats ur night gown but anyway)

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[𝓡𝓲𝓬𝓴'𝓼 𝓒𝓵𝓾𝓫]

("Heads Will Roll" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs continues)

[Ash]♪"Off, off, off with your head!"♪

[cheering]♪"Dance, dance dance til you're dead!"♪

[Ash]♪"Heads will roll!"♪

[Crowd]♪"Heads will roll!"♪

[Ash]♪"Heads will roll! On the floor"♪

♪"Dance, dance dance til you're dead!"♪

♪"Off, off, off with your head!"♪

♪"Dance, dance dance til you're dead!"♪

The crowd cheered loudly as she finished. "Thank you so much. [waves]Good night" She went backstage, handed in her guitar as one of the staff gave her a soda with a straw. She took a sip before seeing a familiar face. "Moon. Hey" and hugs him tightly. "Wow. [chuckles] You were great out there" he said hugging her back. "I got to go back out for an encore" jumping on her feet and taking a few more sips of her soda.

"Okay. Hey, but what are you doing after the show?"

"Uh, nothing" "Well, listen, I know this is crazy short notice, but you always said you'd come back to work with us when the time was right" he started. "Of course!" 

"Well, this is that time.-" Moon said before someone bumped into him. "Here, paycheck" Rick said as he handed it to her. She looked at it, squinting her eyes. "I'm getting the gang together to go audition for this huge show-" she cut him off and looked at him unhappily. Rick was chatting with someone "Just-just a second. Hey, Rick, how come you're only paying me half what the other acts get?" as she walked over to him.

"I pay what I think you're worth, sweetheart" "Oh, okay. See, I have this rule about not letting guys like you tell me what I'm worth, so, you know, unless I get paid like everyone else, I'm out of here"

(forget this I'm getting too many ideas and I NEED to put u in....and there's a surprise hehehe)

He chuckles. "This is the only club in town. Where else you gonna play?" "I have no idea, but I'm sure as heck not sticking around here. Let's go" she put her cup down, fast walking away and Moon followed her. But then he looked back and saw a woman on stage..A light gray wolf. Singing as she walked on stage. He stopped. "Who's she?" he questioned out loud. Rick looked over and smirked. "That's L/n. A talented, famous, rich, woman. She's our main singer and dancer here" 

Moon was confused about who she was still. He didn't know her because all of his life he's been working with his movie theater to keep his dad's legacy alive. (or does he? O-o) 

(Bold: in Korean. Regular font: in english)

♪"BLACKPINK. Ah yeah, ah yeah"♪

[Crowd]♪"BLACKPINK. Ah yeah, ah yeah"♪

Ash came back. "Moon. What're you doing?" he didn't answer, he just watched. Her eyes followed his gaze onto the stage. 

♪"A good face and a bad attitude"♪

♪"The volume hidden in the slender body is doubled"♪

♪"Go straight ahead without hesitation"♪

♪"When we say black, we say pink, we are pretty savage" [crowd]"BLACKPINK!"♪

Yeaah..they watched the whole thing. The crowd cheered as the song ended. [crowd & Y/n]♪"Hit you with that ddu-du ddu-du du"♪ 

She waved and thank them walking backstage. The staff did the same thing they did with Ash. But she gave them her mic to clean and they gave her cold water. The crew was fixing her makeup, hair and stuff, whiping off sweat and things while with Ash and Moon. "Who is she? I've never seen her here before" she questioned (not jealous lol). 

"I know right! She was amazing!"Moon said excitedly. "We need her to be in our show!" Rick chuckled looking at them. "Good luck with that. She's our main singer and dancer. We don't need you anyway, we got her" he says as he walks over to her with a paycheck. 

"Here you go, sweetheart. You did excellent" You take it as the crew move away bc they were done. "Thank you. Oh! You did listen to what I said right. Everyone g-" "--gets an equal paycheck. Yeah, I know. Dont worry everyone was paid equally" 

Ash squinted her eye at him(bc she listened)like what the heck face and walked over.  "You didn't pay everyone equally! I got half a paycheck and the others got full!" she didn't want Y/n to be lied to..she didn't deserve to. He sweatdropped and became nervous. "What do you me you already got your paycheck and you quit anyway"

Y/n wasn't with that "So you lied then?" "W-what no! [nervous chuckle]I wouldn't lie to you!" "Then what is she talking about?" he was about to say something but she held up her hand and said. "Can I see your paycheck?" she nodded and did so. Y/n scoffed looking at it. "I really hate men like you..and liers" she says as she gets her jacket and leaves. "W-wait! You cant leave! Who gonna be our main dancer and singer?! And she needs to do the enncore?!" "Find someone else[looks at them]You leaving or staying"

[both]"Leaving" they said following her. 

[Ash & Y/n look back] "Deal with it sweetheart"

Not in a parking lot nearby. "Um..soo, thank you for standing up for me. And..giving me your paycheck. You didn't have to!" "No, it's ok. I have plenty of money so it's fine" Y/n said reassuring her.

"May I ask who you are?" She rubbed the back of her neck. "Oh, sorry about that. I'm Y/n. I just came to this place and helped out because I felt like it. Just getting away from the rich life and laying low felt relaxing" Ash was surprised. "Wait- The Y/n L/n? As in a singer, dancer, rapper, and speak many different languages?!" "Yeep. That's me(*^^*)"

"W-wait she's who?"

Looks at him. "Are you kidding? This is THE Y/n L/n! She's a singer, dancer, rapper, does a lot of things, AND can speak many different languages! She's known all throughout the world!" 

"Woah, that's amazing!" "I know right! She's so cool! But you look so..so" "Different" Y/n finished and giggled. "Yeah, I dyed my hair. It's not that different though, it used to be gray" "So- so can you be in our group? We're making this new show and I was wondering if you could be in it. I-i mean if you want to" 

Y/n shrugged "Sure"

[both]"Wait really?!"

"Yeah, I'm sure it'll be fun. Let's go" Y/n said walking out of the parking lot as they followed. "But what about your car?!" "I'll ask one of my butlers to come and get it. Besides, I'd rather walk. O-oh, do u mind leading the way. I dont exactly know where we're going" "Of course!" Moon said as he got in front of her and led the way. 

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[☆𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐬☆]

[ANNOUNCER] "Redshore City Bus five leaving from park 15-" 

"Okay, I got the tickets. Herer you go Y/n. Anyone seen Miss Crawly?" "Wait did you just say Y/n?"Rosita asked. "Uh, yes. This is Y/n L/n. Y/n this is Rosita-" 

"Oh my gosh, i cant beleive you're Y/n. Im such a big fan!" 

"Gunter" "I've like hear so much about you!"

"Meena" "H-hi. Im Meena"she said shyly and slightly folded her ears over her face.

"Johnny" "H-hi, its nice to meet you" he said ervously rubbing his neck.

"And you've already met Ash" Moon said and she waved. "Here you go, Johnny. Here's yours, and-" "Mr. Moon. Uh, uh, I'm sorry, but I'm really having second thoughts about this"he doubted. "What? No, no, no, wait-" "All right, last call. Let's go"the driver said. "Now, just a second!"

"Johnny's right. I mean, that theater scout, she didn't think we were good enough"Meena said in a sad tone.  "She sounds like a jerk" Ash added. "Yeah, total jerk" Gunter added as well. "Yeah, but she's wrong -- dead wrong. There's a reason our show is sold out every night, and I'm telling you, her boss is gonna love it" he told them. "Suki's not a bad person. She's just doing what she was told" Y/n told them. "You know Suki?" Moon asked. "Yeah,. I guess you could say she's a former friend. I dont know who she's working with now" she said tilting her head. 

Gunter smiled "Ooh. Or maybe we could just, like, do a different show, you know?" "Gunter, please, I got this"he said. "Seriously, I have this idea for, like, a space musical" [HONK HONK]

"All right, we're rolling out here"the driver told them.

"You don't want to hear about the space musical?" 

Moon saw the bus was leaving and motioned to it and gasped. "Guys, come on! [calls out]Wait!" he couldnt catch up his little legs. He threw up his hands and went back. The break screetches and the bus back up a little. They all looked over. Rosita came from in front of it. "Listen, you guys, I have dreamt of performing in Redshore City since I was a little kid. And besides, I just convinced my husband to babysit for the next 24 hours, and I am not gonna waste an opportunity like that. So come on. We've got nothing to lose!" she told them before getting on the bus.  Moon smiled.

They got on the bus and sat down. "Here, Ash. You come in on page two" he said as she walked past him. "Wait. We're just gonna rehearse this here at the back of the bus?"she asked. "Yes, we are" 

Johnny chuckled. "Course we are" "Yep. We got to get this show in the best shape ever. Ah, Miss Crawly, you made it. Good. You are an angel, and we're sure gonna need that- [she turns]WHOA! What the..?" she had on a wig an a pink dress. "Well you do say 'Dress to impress'." "Oh! Y/n this is Miss Crawly. Miss Crawly, this is Y/n, a beautiful singer, dancer, rapper, and can speak many languages" "Hi its nice to meet you Miss Crawly" She puts the box on a seat fore shaking her hand. "Hello dear. Oh you are so gourgous, so beautiful. I'm Miss. Crawly I hope you enjoy the ride" she said making Y/n chuckle with a thank you. 

They were all rehersing. Everyone on the bus looked back at them.Really enjoying it. R=Even the driver looked back before looking back at the rode. Everyone smiling. Even standing in the middle of the walk way dancing along.  Y/n closed her eyes an smiled. They were good.

Sunrise and they were almost there. Everyone was asleep except for Moon and Ash. They were going over the lines. "Absolutely right. Let's just cut that line and have you just play the guitar part through the whole scene" "Got it"  

Meena woke up and looked around. "Guys, we're here"

They woke up. And all exclaimed and whoaed. Soon they got off.

"All right. Let's go spread a little Moon Theater magic" Moon said and they all cheered. Y/n smiled at them. 

"Woo-hoo!"

"Come on!" Meena and Johnny highfived. 

I hope you enjoyed Mini dumplings! (Mini beenie's)

[galaxyshine24-7]

Silver Bullet Au🍹

Chapter Three Rose Margarita

Tw: Gang violence, drugs, drinking

“Ace! Oh god, Ace!” Yuu rushes over to his collapsed form having to cover their nose with their sleeve. The smell of blood is so strong it makes them nauseous. Tears start to spill down Yuu’s eyes as they try to remember what to do. Call the ambulance? No, Ace is badly wounded, and what if they don’t come in time? Plus he’s in the Mafia, they don’t do hospitals, so it might get him in more trouble.

Yuu works fast moving Ace as gently as possible getting him inside their apartment upstairs. Ace’s blood drips onto the wooden floors as Yuu hauls him onto a spare bed as they go find the first aid kit in the bathroom. Mozus Trein taught Yuu first aid knowing where they live, you never know when you or someone might need quick stitches. Rushing back to the room Yuu starts to undress Ace to analyze the wounds. He had a stab wound on his side as his body is covered in bruises. What chills Yuu the most however is the burn line that wraps around his neck. Yuu is not oblivious to what goes on in NRC, heck their teachers would warn them about the mafias that run the city. They like to collect youngbloods to fill in the ranks; each mafia is different in how they discipline lower-ranking members. Not to mention the outside dangers from other gangs and mafia groups. Yuu’s teachers have tried their best to prepare Yuu for the harsh world in the sector, but nothing compares to seeing it up close. Ace was bickering with Deuce and laughing over drinks just a few hours ago, and if Yuu hadn’t found him when he did, he might have died.

The area around the bed is covered in bloody wipes and bandages as Yuu does their best to patch him up. Once done they cover Ace with a blanket to let him rest. Yuu steps out of the room looking down at their hands to see them covered in blood. They rush to the bathroom trying to wash off the red substance. Their eyes land on their reflection in the mirror, wide tired eyes look like they’ve seen a ghost. A migraine starts to form making them rub their temples. Yuu needed to focus on another task, they walked into the hall to see the blood stains on the floor. They start by looking for the mop to get it clean. 

“What did Crewel say? Lemon juice washes out blood stains.” Yuu mumbles as they come across a gray bundle curled up by the fireplace. It's the cat from the alley. It's all gray with a fluffy tail and a small black and white ribbon around its neck. It's small and a little chubby, but seems agile enough to get around. Big blue eyes stare back at Yuu as the little cat shakes off the water from the rain outside. The rain is starting to fall hard now as Yuu rushes downstairs to make sure everything is locked. They grab the cleaning supplies and start to get the blood stains from the floor. Yuu loses the passage of time as they work away. When it's done they haul themselves back upstairs for a shower and a change of clothes. The cat sleeps soundly on the couch as Yuu lets out a sigh. 

“If you’re going to stay here you better earn your keep. I better not see any rats around here.” Yuu tells the feline firmly as it opens one of its blue eyes to look at them. It soon yawns rolling over on the couch as Yuu walks away. They check up on Ace to see that he is still breathing. If the condition gets worse Yuu will have no choice but to call an ambulance, but for now, he needs his rest. Yuu goes to wash up and finally slips into bed trying their best to fall asleep.

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Ace couldn’t remember much after he ran away from the Heartslabyul manor. It's a blur of street lights and speeding cars. However, he never expected to wake up to the smell of pancakes cooking in the kitchen as he lays in a soft bed with a cat staring down at him. 

“What the hell?” Ace exclaims trying to sit up, but his wounds send him back down on the bed. The gray cat kneads into the blanket staring down at Ace letting out a low growl. 

“What are you looking at?” Ace huffs about to move the cat off his chest. 

“Oh, you’re awake.” Yuu peeks their head from around the corner holding a bowl in their hands as they mix the contents inside. 

“Yuu?” Ace questions as he watches them sit on the side of the bed. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Everything hurts like hell. Why am I here?” Ace reaches up to place a hand on his forehead. 

“I found you passed out in the alleyway by the bar. You were in pretty rough shape.” Yuu frowns at the memory. Ace feels the embarrassment start to spread across his body. Did he run all the way here? Why to a bar he only went to once? Many thoughts race through his head as he looks over into Yuu’s warm eyes. They were worried for him, he can’t remember the last time someone worried over him like this. He looks towards the wall feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. 

“You shouldn’t go around picking up random people on the street. Don’t expect me to pay you back for this. I didn’t ask for your help.” He scolds. Yuu lets out a small smile as they stand adjusting the bowl on one side as they pick up the cat with the other hand. 

“You don’t owe me anything, Ace,” Yuu said sincerely. “I’ll bring you some breakfast soon.” Yuu walks over to the door, setting down the cat outside the room as they close the door behind them. Ace tries to lift his head, laying back down at the pain. He really got himself into trouble this time, not even Trey could save him from Riddle's wrath. He closes his eyes for the time being thankful for being alive at least. He settles back down as he lets out a few steady breaths knowing he needs to get his energy back if he’s going to fix this. 

Yuu comes back after a while with a tray of pancakes and eggs for Ace. They help him sit up. Yuu pulls up a chair to sit close to the bed. They tell Ace that Grim; the name they decided for the cat; was eating some tuna by the fireplace. Yuu had to run and get some pet supplies for the little guy early in the morning. 

“He came in when I hauled you upstairs from the dumpster,” Yuu explains. “To be honest without him hissing I don’t know if I would have found you.” 

Ace huffs at the statement, stuffing his face with food.

“The little guy hates me, I can tell.” He grumbles. 

“I think you might have fallen on his home. I went back to the dumpster to make sure you didn’t drop anything and there was a box with ‘need home’ written on it.” Yuu eats from their own plate along with Ace as they enjoy the food with a few minutes of silence. 

“So, what happened?” Yuu speaks up, bringing out the elephant in the room. 

“Mafia stuff you don’t want to get involved with.” He turns away. 

“Is that why you decided to pass out by my bar, to not involve me?” Yuu retorts. Ace glares at them for a good minute before letting out a sigh as he runs his fingers through his hair. 

“I got into a fight with the boss, I stole a tart and the dude completely flipped out. He’s a total tyrant, and throws temper tantrums like a huge baby!-” Ace begins to complain. 

“Hold up your leader did this to you all because of a tart?!” Yuu’s eyes widened.

“Well, I guess the tart was the last straw.” Ace shrugs. Yuu could only stare horrified. Ace freezes at the look they give him 

“But don’t worry about it, he wasn’t going to kill me.” Ace waves it off. “I’ve had worse beatdowns in my life.” 

“What about that burn mark?” Yuu motions to the line all around his neck, like a morbid collar.

“It's from the boss’s unique magic.” Everyone gets punished with it if they step out of line.” Yuu knows about the use of magic by their teachers. It's been around for a long time, but it's hard to harness it and after the incident of Night Raven College it has been used as a drug that grants the user all kinds of benefits, but the aftereffects are horrible. The drug has become a serious problem in the NRC sector as it is used and sold by the thousands. It takes many years for someone to be a master at controlling the drug residue called blot so it doesn’t cause them to overdose. 

Ace’s boss must be very powerful to control magic and even gain unique magic from the drug's use. Yuu reaches over to the nightstand handing Ace some burn cream. 

“Use this if it starts to hurt okay.” Yuu places it next to him. “I gotta open up the bar soon. Will you be okay?” 

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Ace gives them a smirk. “I’m tougher than I look. Just take that weird cat with you.” Ace pouts once Grim peeks his head inside the room once more. Yuu chuckles at that as they finish up with breakfast. Yuu made sure to place their number in Ace’s phone if he needed anything. Having spent so much on surprise circumstances Yuu will have to work extra hours to get by. Crowley’s allowance didn’t last long now that they thought about it. 

Well, all they can do now is get to work. Yuu brings Grim down to the bar so Ace can recover in peace. Grim starts to explore the bar sniffing at the chairs and booths until he finds a cozy spot on a bar stool. Yuu thinks about getting a bed for him to rest on as they open up shop. 

A few people came in during the early hours. It is a slow start to the day, but it gives Yuu a break to sort through their thoughts. The chime of the bell reaches their ears as they put on a small smile. 

“Welcome to the Silver Bullet, what can I get you?-” Yuu stops as they see a familiar mop of blue hair walks into the bar. “Deuce?” Yuu questions their shoulders, tensing a bit as another accompanies him. He wears a clover mark on his cheek showing that he is also a part of Heartslabyul. A hat sits on top of his choppy green hair as he adjusts his glasses giving Yuu a warm smile. 

“Hi Yuu, we’re here for Ace.” Deuce lowers his voice. Yuu raises a brow at the man next to him as Deuce clears his throat. “This is Trey, trust me, he’s a friend.” He explains. Yuu relaxes a bit looking over at Deuce once more. 

“He’s upstairs healing, I found him passed out and beaten up in the alley.” Yuu can’t help but grit their teeth. Deuce and Trey give each other concerned looks as Yuu continues. 

“I don’t know what you all got into, and I don’t want to know. But Ace is in no condition to be moving around right now.” It's a subtle warning to them both, if they truly cared for him they would let him rest. Not drag him back to get beaten up again. 

“I understand, and I actually think it is best that he stays here for a bit,” Trey speaks up much to Yuu’s surprise. “Can we please see him at least?” Yuu thinks for a moment looking around at the empty bar. 

“Fine but I have to accompany you.” Yuu places a rag over their shoulder as they lead the two of them upstairs to see Ace. Grim watches over the bar when Yuu is gone. Trey and Deuce follow them to the apartment without saying a word as Yuu knocks on Ace’s door. 

“Ace, Trey, and Deuce are here to see you.” Yuu hears a shuffle from inside. 

“Bring them in.” Ace answers. Yuu opens the door to find Ace with part of his shirt on as he tries to sit up and move around. 

“Don’t reopen your wounds.” Yuu scolds stepping inside. Trey and Deuce follow immediately, checking Ace to see his condition. Yuu doesn’t miss the sigh of relief that leaves Trey’s throat.

“I’m so glad you're okay. I’m sorry I wasn’t there earlier.” Trey rubs his temple. 

“It's not your fault Trey.” Ace rolls his eyes. 

“Yes it is, I’m Riddle’s right hand. It's my job to take care of everyone, especially in the state he is now.” Trey sighs.

“Well, he needs to figure things out himself instead of taking his anger out on others.” Deuce adds. “All the underlings can do is try not to step on his toes, which is hard to do with all the rules,” Deuce explains.  

“It's just his way of doing things.” Trey takes a deep breath. 

Yuu leans against the wall watching the scene before them. They will never understand this whole mafia business. Yuu’s disdain for people throwing their life away to join those groups always causes a sinking feeling in their stomachs. They can only hope to find a place away from all this in the future. With a sigh, Yuu knocks on the wall to get their attention. 

“I need to head back down to the bar. I’ll give you guys some privacy.” Yuu lets out a sigh. 

“Thank you, Yuu.” Deuce straightens up bowing to them. “For everything.” 

Yuu nods as they walk out of the room, closing the door. 

As Yuu makes their way down the stairs the sound of a voice reaches their ears. 

“Aren’t you a pretty kitty? Come on smile for Cay-Cay.” A man with bright orange hair. Yuu gives him a confused look as he’s snapping many pictures of Grim on the barstool. Grim however looks ready to claw the man’s eyes out.

“Um, can I help you?” 

“Oh hey there.” The man flashes a bright smile at Yuu. He leans against the counter looking Yuu up and down. Grim saw the first opportunity to escape somewhere else in the bar. 

“You the owner of this bar?” He straightens out his jacket.

“No, but I work here. What can I get you?” Yuu goes behind the counter as the man takes a seat. 

“A virgin spicy mango margarita please.” He places his head in his hands. Yuu starts to get to work making his drink trying to take their mind off the trio upstairs. 

“So what’s your name?” 

Yuu glances up at the man as he gives them an award-winning smile, but it seems like an act to them. Sam would teach them about the facial expressions of people. The man in front of them has a fake smile. A smile that makes people uncomfortable if they knew the truth behind it, but on the surface, it's as warm as can be.  

“Yuu.” They answer bluntly. 

“My name is Cater Diamond. Nice to meet you.” He outstretches his hand to Yuu as they slide his drink in front of him. Yuu raises a brow at him as they take it. 

“Excuse me for being too forward, but would you like to go on a date with me sometime? You are just two cute, I know a few cafes you would love.”

Yuu stands there with wide eyes as blood rushes to their cheeks. It caught them so off guard that they didn’t see Trey coming down the stairs. Trey stops, looking at the scene in front of him.

“I’m I interrupting something?” He laughs nervously. Yuu takes their hand away from Cater, turning to Trey. 

“No.” They turn around going to clean some of the other glasses. Yuu just now noticed the diamond under his eye. Another Heartslaybul member, it's like their bar is a magnet for them now. 

“Hey Trey, I've been looking everywhere for you.” Cater places a hand on Trey’s shoulder pulling him off to the side to whisper something to him. Yuu goes back to tending the bar. They can see the emotions flash through Trey’s eyes as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “So now our dear Queen is very pissed, and we have no place to hold the negotiation meeting.” Cater finishes as Trey takes some time to think. That’s when Trey’s eyes meet Yuu’s. They should have known when Trey and Cater flashed them that nervous smile something was up. “Yuu I know you might have a lot on your plate, but could we use this bar as a base for negotiations? We need a place in neutral territory and our previous place is… no longer available.” Trey asks. 

Yuu raises a brow as they clean up a glass. 

“I don’t want my bar overrun with gang activity.” They state firmly. 

“Of course, we wouldn’t dream of causing your establishment any trouble.” Cater smiles waving the thought away. 

“It will just be for tonight, and we will pay you handsomely for doing this favor.” Trey ensures. Yuu couldn’t argue with a good paycheck, they need it right now with another mouth to feed. Plus it will be interesting to meet this infamous Queen everyone keeps talking about.

“Fine, but only for tonight, and you must make sure Ace doesn’t get hurt.” Yuu glares at Trey. 

“Absolutely, I’ll make sure Ace is not harmed. You saved our skins, believe me.” He sighs in relief. 

“It seems you Heartslabyul guys need a lot of saving as of late.” Yuu places down the glass crossing their arms. Cater and Trey can only laugh at that statement as Yuu huffs going to check the inventory in the back. 

As the day goes on Trey and Cater head back to the gang's headquarters, as Deuce stays to look after Ace and help Yuu with bar duties. Yuu made sure the bar looked presentable, setting up a table on the upper level with enough privacy for this negotiation meeting. As the sun starts to go down many people start to come in for a drink. It created a good amount of white noise for Yuu as they made drinks and bus tables. In the late hours of the night, Deuce comes down the stairs in a hurry. 

“He’s coming.” He tells Yuu going to stand outside and wait for his gang. Yuu takes a deep breath mentally preparing themselves for this encounter. They had finger foods and trays of drinks already laid out in the seating area as Heartslubyal members started flooding in like soldiers lining up in a straight line. The lights are dimmed slightly as they illuminate the faces in the bar. Trey and Cater open the front door as a silence passes through the building. The sound of heels clicking against pavement makes itself known as a shadow comes into view. Yuu tilts their head to get a glimpse at this gang leader as he steps into the establishment. He was short in stature, but his presence was one of authority. His red hair is done perfectly and his suit is crisp and clean, not a spot out of place. His eyes are a sharp bluish-gray as he glances in my direction. I could only stand there cleaning glass as he walked past. A small huff escapes his lips as he walks up the stairs with Trey and Cater at his sides. Deuce comes up from behind with the rest of the gang members as they take their seats elsewhere on standby. Deuce sits at the bar by Yuu taking a deep breath, sweat spilling from his forehead. Yuu passes him a cup of water. He gives them and thankfully nods, as it now turned into a waiting game for the other side to come in. Yuu made sure there was enough food and drink for everyone, they took notice that the sweets are more favored when it comes to Riddle. The gang leader finished off a single plate by himself. Yuu can’t help but smile a little at that as they clear off the table.

“Something amusing?” Yuu stops and so does everyone else in the vicinity. 

“No sir.” They answer, picking up the plate. Riddle stares down at them from his seat, his eyes following their every move. 

“Funny I could have sworn I saw a smile on your face.” He looks towards his empty glass sipping at the last bit of its contents. “It seems I’ve finished another glass. Our friends are very late.” He states. Yuu can feel the tension in the room starts to thicken. 

“Here Riddle.” Trey takes out a bottle of sparkling cider from the table, going to pour it again into Riddle’s glass, but his leader's hand stops him. 

“Bartender, I would like you to make me a drink.” Riddle smiles.

“What would you like sir?” 

“Surprise me, but be sure I like it or else.” He frowns glaring daggers at Yuu. 

“Here Riddle let me-” Trey speaks up. 

“No Trey I need you here to keep me updated on our friends. Hopefully, this bartender can make up for their rundown establishment with their service.” He crosses his legs. Yuu knows it would be in their best interest to not piss this guy off, but his arrogance picks at their patience. Not to mention the terrible state that Ace is in, is all because of this guy. Yuu places a tight smile on their face, as Riddle raises his brow. 

“Of course.” The eyes follow Yuu’s motion as they curtsy. “Your majesty.” Yuu makes their way back down the stairs before he can say anything. Now they just have to make a drink that's better than ever so they don’t lose their head.

Yuu took notice of how Riddle has a sweet tooth, and that Trey chose to give him a cider instead of a wine, he must not be of drinking age yet. Not to mention Ace brought up that he stole a tart. So with the information, Yuu as they whip up a sweet rose virgin margarita. Yuu makes sure it has a bit more sugar than the recipe calls just for Riddle as they bring it up on a simple tray. Deuce watches them pass up the stairs his hands clutching to his sides.  

“Here is your drink sir.” Yuu places the glass in front of Riddle and carefully eyes it. With the snap of his fingers, two gang members stand side by side with Yuu. So they couldn’t escape it seems Trey can only look on with worry as Riddle takes a small sip. It moves in slow motion as Riddle’s eyes widen and his face softens a great bit. 

“Hm, this is rather good.” He takes another sip as the whole room lets out a collective sigh. 

“Your skills very much make up for your decor bartender.” He waves the guards off as they go back to their stations. 

“Thank you-

“Okay where is he!” A young thug bursts into the bar with a few of his friends as he looks around at the establishment. He spits out his cigar stomping on it to put it out. “There he is, hey Rosehearts sorry we got here late had a party across town.” He walks up the stairs taking a seat across Riddle as his friends sit beside him moving Yuu out of the way. 

“Hey, sweetness mind grabbing us a few beers.” The main thug orders as Yuu returns to the bar to get their drinks. This won’t end well anyone could see that. The Heartslaybul members are already tensing up. Yuu finds Grim on the bar stool as they safely place the cat in the safe room behind the bar. Yuu brings up the drinks quickly as the thug rambles off to Riddle, who is just sipping the beverage Yuu made him.

“So I don’t think we’ll be able to sell our territory with what you offered.” He takes a long chug of bar letting out a large burp. Yuu cringes at the sight, but still, Riddle remains silent. 

“We already adjusted the deal several times.” Trey piped up. 

“Shut up four eyes I’m talking to your shorty of a leader here!” He snaps at Trey. 

Cater grabs onto Yuu’s shoulder having them step back a fair distance away. 

Riddle stands taking one last sip of his drink. In a split second, he pulls the thug by the collar smashing the glass right on his head. 

He lets out a loud scream as everybody stands in attention, any bystanders rush out the door trying to not get caught in the crossfire. His friends pull out guns, but they explode with a snap of Riddle’s fingers. 

“I’ve heard just about enough of you lot!” He outstretches his hand towards them as fire shoots from his fingertips. Red veins grow from his neck and eyes as collars made of fire wrap around the thugs' necks. 

Cater places his hands over Yuu’s eyes as Trey covers their ears. It only seemed like a few minutes before they let Yuu hear and see again. Burn marks stand where the thugs once were as Riddle dusts himself off. 

“Change of plans Trey start the preparations to add new territory to the Heartslaybul district. We will be taking it by force this time around.” Trey nods as Riddle heads down the stairs. 

“Thank you bartender for letting us use your establishment on such short notice. Heartslaybul will cover any damages that took place in a timely manner.” Riddle straightens out his gloves as his members stand in attention holding the door for him. Yuu follows Cater and Trey down the stairs as they say their goodbyes. 

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve probably introduced myself.” Riddle stops turning around fully to greet Yuu. “The name is Riddle Rosehearts see to it that you remember.” He turns around again looking over his shoulder one last time. 

“For you will be seeing me more often.”        

Inspired by @jackplushie Silver Bullet au                   

[stormsongroleplays]

Seeking Literate Partners

Hi, you can call me Storm! I'm 30 and the mom of a loud and demanding cat ❤️

I’m a multiple paragraphs/novella style writer. I love to write detailed descriptions and delve into a character’s head/emotions as well as surroundings. I compare it to writing a novel together. Not every reply has to be novella length, however. If there are action or dialogue heavy scenes, I tend to do a shorter back and forth to keep the momentum going. 

I only do MxF (with me writing the female role). I don’t double, but I’m more than happy to write side characters of either gender to help move the story along. I only want female authors writing male characters as I’m uncomfortable with male authors. (Nonbinary pals are an exception).

I'm really hoping to find a friendship, someone who can add to our story, and most importantly, someone who wants a long-term connection. It's difficult for me to write with someone if I don't feel that genuine bond. It's also important to me to have a high level of activity, with at least one reply a day. 

If you suddenly stop replying ic and ooc, I'll drop the story after 2 attempts of gauging interest spaced a week apart. But feel free to message me if you want to pick the story back up again, even months later. 

Searching For: 

20+ partners only 

An excellent grasp of grammar, punctuation, spelling, and capitalization. (Literate to advanced writers only, please. I'm not looking for newbies)

Plot before smut. While mature themes will be in my writing, there needs to be chemistry between our characters. I normally do a 60/40 plot to smut ratio and my characters tend to be subs/switches depending on the circumstances 

 An older male character (early forties to mid-late fifties). I love the gruff and tough men with dark pasts who secretly have a soft heart. I also love grumpy, hypermasculine men being intimidated by sweet but fiery women. My characters are mid-late twenties to early-mid thirties so the age gap is legal. 

I'm not looking for age play. It's a romance between two consenting adults who each act exactly their age, and they just happen to be different ages. 

Enthusiasm to chat about our character and ship, how to crush them and then gushing over fluffy moments. I love crying over characters and what the heck they’re doing. I want my heart ripped from my chest from angst, then feeling like it’s going to burst from overwhelming cuteness. I want us to love these characters and the world we create. I want to make pinterest boards, spotify playlists, graphics, and toss headcanons back and forth until late at night. 

Have an idea for a scene? Found a picture that inspired you? Send it to me! Be invested when it comes to plotting/worldbuilding. There’s nothing worse than receiving one sentence in reply to two paragraphs of ideas, or having a doormat partner who says “sure” to whatever I ask. Building ideas one on top of the other, watching them snowball into amazing plot threads brings me joy. But having to pull plot ideas like I’m pulling teeth makes me think you’re not interested, and I will lose interest in return.

Interests: 

Modern fantasy, monsters, sci-fi, omegaverse, southern gothic/midwest gothic (i’m a sucker for that southern/texas drawl), horror, height/size difference, cheating/affair, enemies to lovers, slow burn romance, spooky small towns, post apocalyptic/dystopia, crime/mysteries, emotionally charged/dark and gritty, bodyguard x assignment, forced proximity, opposites attract, fated mates, anti heroes/morally gray characters, traumatic pasts, grumpy x sunshine, one bed, men who simp over their women, touch her / him and die, and more.

I have lots of original plot ideas in mind as well!

Fandoms (OCs ONLY) 

Star Wars, Stranger Things, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, The Last of Us, Hunger Games, Fallout (TV Show)

I write only on discord using servers with organized channels. Like this post or add me on discord (magicofrain) if you’re interested. The most effective way to grab my genuine interest is by messaging me as if we've been friends for years. Please let me know which interests you liked from my ad.

[rphunter]

Hi, you can call me Storm! I'm 30 and the mom of a loud and demanding cat ❤️

I’m a multiple paragraphs/novella style writer. I love to write detailed descriptions and delve into a character’s head/emotions as well as surroundings. I compare it to writing a novel together. Not every reply has to be novella length, however. If there are action or dialogue heavy scenes, I tend to do a shorter back and forth to keep the momentum going. 

I only do MxF (with me writing the female role). I don’t double, but I’m more than happy to write side characters of either gender to help move the story along. I only want female authors writing male characters as I’m uncomfortable with cis male authors. (Nonbinary pals are an exception).

I'm really hoping to find a friendship, someone who can add to our story, and most importantly, someone who wants a long-term connection. It's difficult for me to write with someone if I don't feel that genuine bond. It's also important to me to have a high level of activity, with at least one reply a day. 

If you suddenly stop replying ic and ooc, I'll drop the story after 2 attempts of gauging interest spaced a week apart. But feel free to message me if you want to pick the story back up again, even months later. 

Searching For: 

20+ partners only 

An excellent grasp of grammar, punctuation, spelling, and capitalization. (Literate to advanced writers only, please. I'm not looking for newbies)

Plot before smut. While mature themes will be in my writing, there needs to be chemistry between our characters. I normally do a 60/40 plot to smut ratio and my characters tend to be subs/switches depending on the circumstances 

 An older male character (early forties to mid-late fifties). I love the gruff and tough men with dark pasts who secretly have a soft heart. I also love grumpy, hypermasculine men being intimidated by sweet but fiery women. My characters are mid-late twenties to early-mid thirties so the age gap is legal. 

I'm not looking for age play. It's a romance between two consenting adults who each act exactly their age, and they just happen to be different ages. 

Enthusiasm to chat about our character and ship, how to crush them and then gushing over fluffy moments. I love crying over characters and what the heck they’re doing. I want my heart ripped from my chest from angst, then feeling like it’s going to burst from overwhelming cuteness. I want us to love these characters and the world we create. I want to make pinterest boards, spotify playlists, graphics, and toss headcanons back and forth until late at night. 

Have an idea for a scene? Found a picture that inspired you? Send it to me! Be invested when it comes to plotting/worldbuilding. There’s nothing worse than receiving one sentence in reply to two paragraphs of ideas, or having a doormat partner who says “sure” to whatever I ask. Building ideas one on top of the other, watching them snowball into amazing plot threads brings me joy. But having to pull plot ideas like I’m pulling teeth makes me think you’re not interested, and I will lose interest in return.

Interests: 

Modern fantasy, monsters, sci-fi, omegaverse, southern gothic/midwest gothic (i’m a sucker for that southern/texas drawl), horror, height/size difference, cheating/affair, enemies to lovers, slow burn romance, spooky small towns, post apocalyptic/dystopia, crime/mysteries, emotionally charged/dark and gritty, bodyguard x assignment, forced proximity, opposites attract, fated mates, anti heroes/morally gray characters, traumatic pasts, grumpy x sunshine, one bed, men who simp over their women, touch her / him and die, and more.

I have lots of original plot ideas in mind as well!

Fandoms (OCs ONLY) 

Star Wars, Stranger Things, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, The Last of Us, Hunger Games, Fallout (TV Show)

I write only on discord using servers with organized channels. Like this post or add me on discord (magicofrain) if you’re interested. The most effective way to grab my genuine interest is by messaging me with a detailed reply. Please let me know which interests you liked from my ad.

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[novella-writers]

Hi, you can call me Storm! I'm 30 and the mom of a loud and demanding cat ❤️

I’m a multiple paragraphs/novella style writer. I love to write detailed descriptions and delve into a character’s head/emotions as well as surroundings. I compare it to writing a novel together. Not every reply has to be novella length, however. If there are action or dialogue heavy scenes, I tend to do a shorter back and forth to keep the momentum going. 

I only do MxF (with me writing the female role). I don’t double, but I’m more than happy to write side characters of either gender to help move the story along. I only want female authors writing male characters as I’m uncomfortable with male authors. (Nonbinary pals are an exception).

I'm really hoping to find a friendship, someone who can add to our story, and most importantly, someone who wants a long-term connection. It's difficult for me to write with someone if I don't feel that genuine bond. It's also important to me to have a high level of activity, with at least one reply a day. 

If you suddenly stop replying ic and ooc, I'll drop the story after 2 attempts of gauging interest spaced a week apart. But feel free to message me if you want to pick the story back up again, even months later. 

Searching For: 

20+ partners only 

An excellent grasp of grammar, punctuation, spelling, and capitalization. (Literate to advanced writers only, please. I'm not looking for newbies)

Plot before smut. While mature themes will be in my writing, there needs to be chemistry between our characters. I normally do a 60/40 plot to smut ratio and my characters tend to be subs/switches depending on the circumstances 

 An older male character (early forties to mid-late fifties). I love the gruff and tough men with dark pasts who secretly have a soft heart. I also love grumpy, hypermasculine men being intimidated by sweet but fiery women. My characters are mid-late twenties to early-mid thirties so the age gap is legal. 

I'm not looking for age play. It's a romance between two consenting adults who each act exactly their age, and they just happen to be different ages. 

Enthusiasm to chat about our character and ship, how to crush them and then gushing over fluffy moments. I love crying over characters and what the heck they’re doing. I want my heart ripped from my chest from angst, then feeling like it’s going to burst from overwhelming cuteness. I want us to love these characters and the world we create. I want to make pinterest boards, spotify playlists, graphics, and toss headcanons back and forth until late at night. 

Have an idea for a scene? Found a picture that inspired you? Send it to me! Be invested when it comes to plotting/worldbuilding. There’s nothing worse than receiving one sentence in reply to two paragraphs of ideas, or having a doormat partner who says “sure” to whatever I ask. Building ideas one on top of the other, watching them snowball into amazing plot threads brings me joy. But having to pull plot ideas like I’m pulling teeth makes me think you’re not interested, and I will lose interest in return.

Interests: 

Modern fantasy, monsters, sci-fi, omegaverse, southern gothic/midwest gothic (i’m a sucker for that southern/texas drawl), horror, height/size difference, cheating/affair, enemies to lovers, slow burn romance, spooky small towns, post apocalyptic/dystopia, crime/mysteries, emotionally charged/dark and gritty, bodyguard x assignment, forced proximity, opposites attract, fated mates, anti heroes/morally gray characters, traumatic pasts, grumpy x sunshine, one bed, men who simp over their women, touch her / him and die, and more.

I have lots of original plot ideas in mind as well!

Fandoms (OCs ONLY) 

Star Wars, Stranger Things, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, The Last of Us, Hunger Games, Fallout (TV Show)

I write only on discord using servers with organized channels. Like this post or add me on discord (magicofrain) if you’re interested. The most effective way to grab my genuine interest is by messaging me as if we've been friends for years. Please let me know which interests you liked from my ad.

Like/message if interested!

[bluecatwriter]

Writer asks

O ho HO heck yeah I love surveys! (Thanks for the tag, @mrpinniped!)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

109 and counting! 

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

356,656

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Dracula, but I have racked up a fair number of Dorian Gray and 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea fics, plus some Jekyll and Hyde, Frankenstein, and Moby Dick.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Doors Everywhere

I Too Can Love

In Every Sense

Angels Unawares

For Safety Reasons

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to respond— comments always make my day, so I want to let people know that I appreciate them (plus it's fun to chat about plot points or characterization details with readers!).

6. What's the fic you wrote that has the angstiest ending?

Probably The Breaking Point, where Jonathan dies before he even reaches Dracula's castle.

7. What's the fic you wrote that has the happiest ending?

A lot of my fics have very happy/sappy endings, but probably the most unabashedly happy one is Love Multiplying. 

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Fortunately I have gotten only a few snarky comments here and there; the comments are overwhelmingly positive.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Ugh, so much smut. One moment I'm minding my own business, the next moment I'm tearing my hair out trying to write yet another threesome without making it turn out confusing and/or incredibly goofy. My favorite smut is the kind that's the site for dealing with a lot of Big Feelings (even though those are the hardest to write), but I also write fluffy, not-very-serious scenes too.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I've written a few Dracula/Dorian Gray crossovers, which have been a lot of fun!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not for fanfiction, though I've done a fair amount of cowriting in the past on other kinds of writing projects.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I have a lot of favorites, but Jonathan/Mina has got to be the top! I absolutely adore them as a couple, and more than that, their relationship is a non-negotiable backdrop of every Dracula fic I write. I just can't imagine splitting them up!

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but don't think you ever will?

I haven't officially given up hope on any of the many (many) fics sitting in my drafts folder, but time will tell. ;)

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel like I'm pretty good at characterization, especially expanding on what we can glean from a character in canon.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Plot! Plot is so hard for me— every time I write an even remotely plotty fic, I drive myself batty doing it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'll occasionally put in a word or phrase in a different language, but since I only speak one language, if there's an extended sequence in a different language I'll just italicize the words.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

On Ao3, Dracula, but my very first fic I ever wrote down was a Steven Universe fanfiction (that will never see the light of day). (If you count stories I made up but never wrote down, my first fandom was Disney's 1940 film Pinocchio— when I was a tiny child I remember making up a story about a girl who helped rescue all the boys-turned-donkeys from Pleasure Island. My first fix-it fic!)

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I think my favorite overall is Love Multiplying, just because writing it was such a journey and I poured so much love and care into it.

Tagging @yallemagne, @see-arcane and @0nelittlebirdtoldme in the lowest-possible-pressure sort of way.  (You can also post it as an askbox meme if you don't want to answer all 20 questions.)

[rp-partnerfinder]

Hi, you can call me Storm! I'm 30 and the mom of a loud and demanding cat ❤️

I’m a multiple paragraphs/novella style writer. I love to write detailed descriptions and delve into a character’s head/emotions as well as surroundings. I compare it to writing a novel together. Not every reply has to be novella length, however. If there are action or dialogue heavy scenes, I tend to do a shorter back and forth to keep the momentum going. 

I only do MxF (with me writing the female role). I don’t double, but I’m more than happy to write side characters of either gender to help move the story along. I only want female authors writing male characters as I’m uncomfortable with male authors. (Nonbinary pals are an exception).

I'm really hoping to find a friendship, someone who can add to our story, and most importantly, someone who wants a long-term connection. It's difficult for me to write with someone if I don't feel that genuine bond. It's also important to me to have a high level of activity, with at least one reply a day. 

If you suddenly stop replying ic and ooc, I'll drop the story after 2 attempts of gauging interest spaced a week apart. But feel free to message me if you want to pick the story back up again, even months later. 

Searching For: 

20+ partners only 

An excellent grasp of grammar, punctuation, spelling, and capitalization. (Literate to advanced writers only, please. I'm not looking for newbies)

Plot before smut. While mature themes will be in my writing, there needs to be chemistry between our characters. I normally do a 60/40 plot to smut ratio and my characters tend to be subs/switches depending on the circumstances 

 An older male character (early forties to mid-late fifties). I love the gruff and tough men with dark pasts who secretly have a soft heart. I also love grumpy, hypermasculine men being intimidated by sweet but fiery women. My characters are mid-late twenties to early-mid thirties so the age gap is legal. 

I'm not looking for age play. It's a romance between two consenting adults who each act exactly their age, and they just happen to be different ages. 

Enthusiasm to chat about our character and ship, how to crush them and then gushing over fluffy moments. I love crying over characters and what the heck they’re doing. I want my heart ripped from my chest from angst, then feeling like it’s going to burst from overwhelming cuteness. I want us to love these characters and the world we create. I want to make pinterest boards, spotify playlists, graphics, and toss headcanons back and forth until late at night. 

Have an idea for a scene? Found a picture that inspired you? Send it to me! Be invested when it comes to plotting/worldbuilding. There’s nothing worse than receiving one sentence in reply to two paragraphs of ideas, or having a doormat partner who says “sure” to whatever I ask. Building ideas one on top of the other, watching them snowball into amazing plot threads brings me joy. But having to pull plot ideas like I’m pulling teeth makes me think you’re not interested, and I will lose interest in return.

Interests: 

Modern fantasy, monsters, sci-fi, omegaverse, southern gothic/midwest gothic (i’m a sucker for that southern/texas drawl), horror, height/size difference, cheating/affair, enemies to lovers, slow burn romance, spooky small towns, post apocalyptic/dystopia, crime/mysteries, emotionally charged/dark and gritty, bodyguard x assignment, forced proximity, opposites attract, fated mates, anti heroes/morally gray characters, traumatic pasts, grumpy x sunshine, one bed, men who simp over their women, touch her / him and die, and more.

I have lots of original plot ideas in mind as well!

Fandoms (OCs ONLY) 

Star Wars, Stranger Things, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, The Last of Us, Hunger Games, Fallout (TV Show)

I write only on discord using servers with organized channels. Like this post or add me on discord (magicofrain) if you’re interested. The most effective way to grab my genuine interest is by messaging me as if we've been friends for years. Please let me know which interests you liked from my ad.

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[findyourrp]

Hi, you can call me Storm! I'm 30 and the mom of a loud and demanding cat ❤️

I’m a multiple paragraphs/novella style writer. I love to write detailed descriptions and delve into a character’s head/emotions as well as surroundings. I compare it to writing a novel together. Not every reply has to be novella length, however. If there are action or dialogue heavy scenes, I tend to do a shorter back and forth to keep the momentum going. 

I only do MxF (with me writing the female role). I don’t double, but I’m more than happy to write side characters of either gender to help move the story along. I only want female authors writing male characters as I’m uncomfortable with male authors. (Nonbinary pals are an exception).

I'm really hoping to find a friendship, someone who can add to our story, and most importantly, someone who wants a long-term connection. It's difficult for me to write with someone if I don't feel that genuine bond. It's also important to me to have a high level of activity, with at least one reply a day. 

If you suddenly stop replying ic and ooc, I'll drop the story after 2 attempts of gauging interest spaced a week apart. But feel free to message me if you want to pick the story back up again, even months later. 

Searching For: 

20+ partners only 

An excellent grasp of grammar, punctuation, spelling, and capitalization. (Literate to advanced writers only, please. I'm not looking for newbies)

Plot before smut. While mature themes will be in my writing, there needs to be chemistry between our characters. I normally do a 60/40 plot to smut ratio and my characters tend to be subs/switches depending on the circumstances 

 An older male character (early forties to mid-late fifties). I love the gruff and tough men with dark pasts who secretly have a soft heart. I also love grumpy, hypermasculine men being intimidated by sweet but fiery women. My characters are mid-late twenties to early-mid thirties so the age gap is legal. 

I'm not looking for age play. It's a romance between two consenting adults who each act exactly their age, and they just happen to be different ages. 

Enthusiasm to chat about our character and ship, how to crush them and then gushing over fluffy moments. I love crying over characters and what the heck they’re doing. I want my heart ripped from my chest from angst, then feeling like it’s going to burst from overwhelming cuteness. I want us to love these characters and the world we create. I want to make pinterest boards, spotify playlists, graphics, and toss headcanons back and forth until late at night. 

Have an idea for a scene? Found a picture that inspired you? Send it to me! Be invested when it comes to plotting/worldbuilding. There’s nothing worse than receiving one sentence in reply to two paragraphs of ideas, or having a doormat partner who says “sure” to whatever I ask. Building ideas one on top of the other, watching them snowball into amazing plot threads brings me joy. But having to pull plot ideas like I’m pulling teeth makes me think you’re not interested, and I will lose interest in return.

Interests: 

Modern fantasy, monsters, sci-fi, omegaverse, southern gothic/midwest gothic (i’m a sucker for that southern/texas drawl), horror, height/size difference, cheating/affair, enemies to lovers, slow burn romance, spooky small towns, post apocalyptic/dystopia, crime/mysteries, emotionally charged/dark and gritty, bodyguard x assignment, forced proximity, opposites attract, fated mates, anti heroes/morally gray characters, traumatic pasts, grumpy x sunshine, one bed, men who simp over their women, touch her / him and die, and more.

I have lots of original plot ideas in mind as well!

Fandoms (OCs ONLY) 

Star Wars, Stranger Things, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, The Last of Us, Hunger Games, Fallout (TV Show)

I write only on discord using servers with organized channels. Like this post or add me on discord (magicofrain) if you’re interested. The most effective way to grab my genuine interest is by messaging me as if we've been friends for years. Please let me know which interests you liked from my ad.

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[roleplayfinder]

Hi, you can call me Storm! I'm 30 and the mom of a loud and demanding cat ❤️

I’m a multiple paragraphs/novella style writer. I love to write detailed descriptions and delve into a character’s head/emotions as well as surroundings. I compare it to writing a novel together. Not every reply has to be novella length, however. If there are action or dialogue heavy scenes, I tend to do a shorter back and forth to keep the momentum going. 

I only do MxF (with me writing the female role). I don’t double, but I’m more than happy to write side characters of either gender to help move the story along. I only want female authors writing male characters as I’ve had bad experiences with cis male authors. (Trans men and nonbinary pals are exceptions).

I'm really hoping to find a friendship, someone who can add to our story, and most importantly, someone who wants a long-term connection. It's difficult for me to write with someone if I don't feel that genuine bond. It's also important to me to have a high level of activity, with at least one reply a day. 

If you suddenly stop replying ic and ooc, I'll drop the story after 2 attempts of gauging interest spaced a week apart. But feel free to message me if you want to pick the story back up again, even months later. 

Searching For: 

20+ partners only 

An excellent grasp of grammar, punctuation, spelling, and capitalization. (Literate to advanced writers only, please. I'm not looking for newbies)

Plot before smut. While mature themes will be in my writing, there needs to be chemistry between our characters. I normally do a 60/40 plot to smut ratio and my characters tend to be subs/switches depending on the circumstances 

 An older male character (early forties to mid-late fifties). I love the gruff and tough men with dark pasts who secretly have a soft heart. I also love grumpy, hypermasculine men being intimidated by sweet but fiery women. My characters are mid-late twenties to early-mid thirties so the age gap is legal. 

Enthusiasm to chat about our character and ship, how to crush them and then gushing over fluffy moments. I love crying over characters and what the heck they’re doing. I want my heart ripped from my chest from angst, then feeling like it’s going to burst from overwhelming cuteness. I want us to love these characters and the world we create. I want to make pinterest boards, spotify playlists, graphics, and toss headcanons back and forth until late at night. 

Have an idea for a scene? Found a picture that inspired you? Send it to me! Be invested when it comes to plotting/worldbuilding. There’s nothing worse than receiving one sentence in reply to two paragraphs of ideas, or having a doormat partner who says “sure” to whatever I ask. Building ideas one on top of the other, watching them snowball into amazing plot threads brings me joy. But having to pull plot ideas like I’m pulling teeth makes me think you’re not interested, and I will lose interest in return.

Interests: 

Modern fantasy, monsters, sci-fi, omegaverse, southern gothic/midwest gothic (i’m a sucker for that southern/texas drawl), horror, height/size difference, cheating/affair, enemies to lovers, slow burn romance, spooky small towns, post apocalyptic/dystopia, crime/mysteries, emotionally charged/dark and gritty, bodyguard x assignment, forced proximity, opposites attract, fated mates, anti heroes/morally gray characters, traumatic pasts, grumpy x sunshine, one bed, men who simp over their women, touch her / him and die, and more.

I have lots of original plot ideas in mind as well!

Fandoms (OCs ONLY) 

Star Wars, Stranger Things, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, The Last of Us, Hunger Games

I write only on discord using servers with organized channels. Like this post or add me on discord (magicofrain) if you’re interested. The most effective way to grab my genuine interest is by messaging me as if we've been friends for years. Please let me know which interests you liked from my ad.

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[weebnotheree]

꧁༺♡⚜『𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝟚 - 𝑀𝑟. 𝐶𝑟𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟』⚜♡༻꧂[PT3]

𓂀 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛 𓂀

ENJOY! (songs not mine!!)

•♫•♬♡• 𝙑𝙤𝙩𝙚 + 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 - 𝙁𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 •♡♬•♫•

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YOU: Golden eyes, hair to ur waist, rich clothes ofc u dress nice. But wolf. Your ears are bigger than both ur daughter's and Crystal so. Yk like anime characters anime wolf girl, that's how your hair and ears are. Like Black Hanekawa from Bakemonogatari. Ik ik she's a Neko but- jus go with it. Also, you have a tail, ofc..fluffy. (thats ur night gown but anyway)

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[𝓡𝓲𝓬𝓴'𝓼 𝓒𝓵𝓾𝓫]

("Heads Will Roll" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs continues)

[Ash]♪"Off, off, off with your head!"♪

[cheering]♪"Dance, dance dance til you're dead!"♪

[Ash]♪"Heads will roll!"♪

[Crowd]♪"Heads will roll!"♪

[Ash]♪"Heads will roll! On the floor"♪

♪"Dance, dance dance til you're dead!"♪

♪"Off, off, off with your head!"♪

♪"Dance, dance dance til you're dead!"♪

The crowd cheered loudly as she finished. "Thank you so much. [waves]Good night" She went backstage, handed in her guitar as one of the staff gave her a soda with a straw. She took a sip before seeing a familiar face. "Moon. Hey" and hugs him tightly. "Wow. [chuckles] You were great out there" he said hugging her back. "I got to go back out for an encore" jumping on her feet and taking a few more sips of her soda.

"Okay. Hey, but what are you doing after the show?"

"Uh, nothing" "Well, listen, I know this is crazy short notice, but you always said you'd come back to work with us when the time was right" he started. "Of course!" 

"Well, this is that time.-" Moon said before someone bumped into him. "Here, paycheck" Rick said as he handed it to her. She looked at it, squinting her eyes. "I'm getting the gang together to go audition for this huge show-" she cut him off and looked at him unhappily. Rick was chatting with someone "Just-just a second. Hey, Rick, how come you're only paying me half what the other acts get?" as she walked over to him.

"I pay what I think you're worth, sweetheart" "Oh, okay. See, I have this rule about not letting guys like you tell me what I'm worth, so, you know, unless I get paid like everyone else, I'm out of here"

(forget this I'm getting too many ideas and I NEED to put u in....and there's a surprise hehehe)

He chuckles. "This is the only club in town. Where else you gonna play?" "I have no idea, but I'm sure as heck not sticking around here. Let's go" she put her cup down, fast walking away and Moon followed her. But then he looked back and saw a woman on stage..A light gray wolf. Singing as she walked on stage. He stopped. "Who's she?" he questioned out loud. Rick looked over and smirked. "That's L/n. A talented, famous, rich, woman. She's our main singer and dancer here" 

Moon was confused about who she was still. He didn't know her because all of his life he's been working with his movie theater to keep his dad's legacy alive. (or does he? O-o) 

(Bold: in Korean. Regular font: in english)

♪"BLACKPINK. Ah yeah, ah yeah"♪

[Crowd]♪"BLACKPINK. Ah yeah, ah yeah"♪

Ash came back. "Moon. What're you doing?" he didn't answer, he just watched. Her eyes followed his gaze onto the stage. 

♪"A good face and a bad attitude"♪

♪"The volume hidden in the slender body is doubled"♪

♪"Go straight ahead without hesitation"♪

♪"When we say black, we say pink, we are pretty savage" [crowd]"BLACKPINK!"♪

Yeaah..they watched the whole thing. The crowd cheered as the song ended. [crowd & Y/n]♪"Hit you with that ddu-du ddu-du du"♪ 

She waved and thank them walking backstage. The staff did the same thing they did with Ash. But she gave them her mic to clean and they gave her cold water. The crew was fixing her makeup, hair and stuff, whiping off sweat and things while with Ash and Moon. "Who is she? I've never seen her here before" she questioned (not jealous lol). 

"I know right! She was amazing!"Moon said excitedly. "We need her to be in our show!" Rick chuckled looking at them. "Good luck with that. She's our main singer and dancer. We don't need you anyway, we got her" he says as he walks over to her with a paycheck. 

"Here you go, sweetheart. You did excellent" You take it as the crew move away bc they were done. "Thank you. Oh! You did listen to what I said right. Everyone g-" "--gets an equal paycheck. Yeah, I know. Dont worry everyone was paid equally" 

Ash squinted her eye at him(bc she listened)like what the heck face and walked over.  "You didn't pay everyone equally! I got half a paycheck and the others got full!" she didn't want Y/n to be lied to..she didn't deserve to. He sweatdropped and became nervous. "What do you me you already got your paycheck and you quit anyway"

Y/n wasn't with that "So you lied then?" "W-what no! [nervous chuckle]I wouldn't lie to you!" "Then what is she talking about?" he was about to say something but she held up her hand and said. "Can I see your paycheck?" she nodded and did so. Y/n scoffed looking at it. "I really hate men like you..and liers" she says as she gets her jacket and leaves. "W-wait! You cant leave! Who gonna be our main dancer and singer?! And she needs to do the enncore?!" "Find someone else[looks at them]You leaving or staying"

[both]"Leaving" they said following her. 

[Ash & Y/n look back] "Deal with it sweetheart"

Not in a parking lot nearby. "Um..soo, thank you for standing up for me. And..giving me your paycheck. You didn't have to!" "No, it's ok. I have plenty of money so it's fine" Y/n said reassuring her.

"May I ask who you are?" She rubbed the back of her neck. "Oh, sorry about that. I'm Y/n. I just came to this place and helped out because I felt like it. Just getting away from the rich life and laying low felt relaxing" Ash was surprised. "Wait- The Y/n L/n? As in a singer, dancer, rapper, and speak many different languages?!" "Yeep. That's me(*^^*)"

"W-wait she's who?"

Looks at him. "Are you kidding? This is THE Y/n L/n! She's a singer, dancer, rapper, does a lot of things, AND can speak many different languages! She's known all throughout the world!" 

"Woah, that's amazing!" "I know right! She's so cool! But you look so..so" "Different" Y/n finished and giggled. "Yeah, I dyed my hair. It's not that different though, it used to be gray" "So- so can you be in our group? We're making this new show and I was wondering if you could be in it. I-i mean if you want to" 

Y/n shrugged "Sure"

[both]"Wait really?!"

"Yeah, I'm sure it'll be fun. Let's go" Y/n said walking out of the parking lot as they followed. "But what about your car?!" "I'll ask one of my butlers to come and get it. Besides, I'd rather walk. O-oh, do u mind leading the way. I dont exactly know where we're going" "Of course!" Moon said as he got in front of her and led the way. 

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[☆𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐬☆]

[ANNOUNCER] "Redshore City Bus five leaving from park 15-" 

"Okay, I got the tickets. Herer you go Y/n. Anyone seen Miss Crawly?" "Wait did you just say Y/n?"Rosita asked. "Uh, yes. This is Y/n L/n. Y/n this is Rosita-" 

"Oh my gosh, i cant beleive you're Y/n. Im such a big fan!" 

"Gunter" "I've like hear so much about you!"

"Meena" "H-hi. Im Meena"she said shyly and slightly folded her ears over her face.

"Johnny" "H-hi, its nice to meet you" he said ervously rubbing his neck.

"And you've already met Ash" Moon said and she waved. "Here you go, Johnny. Here's yours, and-" "Mr. Moon. Uh, uh, I'm sorry, but I'm really having second thoughts about this"he doubted. "What? No, no, no, wait-" "All right, last call. Let's go"the driver said. "Now, just a second!"

"Johnny's right. I mean, that theater scout, she didn't think we were good enough"Meena said in a sad tone.  "She sounds like a jerk" Ash added. "Yeah, total jerk" Gunter added as well. "Yeah, but she's wrong -- dead wrong. There's a reason our show is sold out every night, and I'm telling you, her boss is gonna love it" he told them. "Suki's not a bad person. She's just doing what she was told" Y/n told them. "You know Suki?" Moon asked. "Yeah,. I guess you could say she's a former friend. I dont know who she's working with now" she said tilting her head. 

Gunter smiled "Ooh. Or maybe we could just, like, do a different show, you know?" "Gunter, please, I got this"he said. "Seriously, I have this idea for, like, a space musical" [HONK HONK]

"All right, we're rolling out here"the driver told them.

"You don't want to hear about the space musical?" 

Moon saw the bus was leaving and motioned to it and gasped. "Guys, come on! [calls out]Wait!" he couldnt catch up his little legs. He threw up his hands and went back. The break screetches and the bus back up a little. They all looked over. Rosita came from in front of it. "Listen, you guys, I have dreamt of performing in Redshore City since I was a little kid. And besides, I just convinced my husband to babysit for the next 24 hours, and I am not gonna waste an opportunity like that. So come on. We've got nothing to lose!" she told them before getting on the bus.  Moon smiled.

They got on the bus and sat down. "Here, Ash. You come in on page two" he said as she walked past him. "Wait. We're just gonna rehearse this here at the back of the bus?"she asked. "Yes, we are" 

Johnny chuckled. "Course we are" "Yep. We got to get this show in the best shape ever. Ah, Miss Crawly, you made it. Good. You are an angel, and we're sure gonna need that- [she turns]WHOA! What the..?" she had on a wig an a pink dress. "Well you do say 'Dress to impress'." "Oh! Y/n this is Miss Crawly. Miss Crawly, this is Y/n, a beautiful singer, dancer, rapper, and can speak many languages" "Hi its nice to meet you Miss Crawly" She puts the box on a seat fore shaking her hand. "Hello dear. Oh you are so gourgous, so beautiful. I'm Miss. Crawly I hope you enjoy the ride" she said making Y/n chuckle with a thank you. 

They were all rehersing. Everyone on the bus looked back at them.Really enjoying it. R=Even the driver looked back before looking back at the rode. Everyone smiling. Even standing in the middle of the walk way dancing along.  Y/n closed her eyes an smiled. They were good.

Sunrise and they were almost there. Everyone was asleep except for Moon and Ash. They were going over the lines. "Absolutely right. Let's just cut that line and have you just play the guitar part through the whole scene" "Got it"  

Meena woke up and looked around. "Guys, we're here"

They woke up. And all exclaimed and whoaed. Soon they got off.

"All right. Let's go spread a little Moon Theater magic" Moon said and they all cheered. Y/n smiled at them. 

"Woo-hoo!"

"Come on!" Meena and Johnny highfived. 

I hope you enjoyed Mini dumplings! (Mini beenie's)