#grom writing

[xbruised-peachx]

Yooo first time ever requesting anything on this platform but like. Gromsko? Fender? As dads 😳? Gnawing at the bars of my enclosure for more content with my favs :3

OHHHH SWEET ANON I've thought about this a lot, in particular with Grom, might make a render someday... eventually... when i have time... dont hold me to this.

Tags: fem!reader, pregnancy, critical levels of cuteness and sweetness, author is not responsible for baby fever caused by this fic, one-shot, not betaread

Gromdad/Dad!Gromsko ⛈🇵🇱

He's always been a family man, not even just for wanting kids. Learning to care from his grandmother, he knows there's so much more that goes into having a truly good family life beyond just having a big family. He knows the value of true familial love that some struggle with because all they want is some big lineage. He's seen swaths of men who just want to pass on their genes but then not be there for the family they helped create. He never wants to be like that. He wants to be like his grandmother, like the other men in his family; true, respectful men that bring honor to them through compassion, care, and true familial love. Someone that will be passed down through generations due to the genuine heart he has.

Announcing to him that you're pregnant would genuinely brighten up his whole day. He would sit silent for moments as a smile crept up his face, in complete disbelief as his mind raced. He would only be able to choke out a soft "W-what?", unable to hide his smile as it grew and he laughed out of sheer awe. Head in his hands as his mind scrambled more for what to say, struggling even to gather a thought in his native language, let alone translate it. You rubbed your hand on his back, worried about him but he'd quickly pull you in for a tight embrace, taking a deep inhale in as he rested his head into the crook of your neck. Pulling back, you saw as he had a soft smile, his eyes gleaming a bit more as he showed a soft expression, wet with tears that threatened to come out. "I... I think I'm the happiest man in the world right now."

Having him around during pregnancy was a godsend. Sure, his medical training was for war and not for prenatal care, but he would be trying his damnedest and reading professional books on care. He wouldn't dare you to lift a finger the entire time, making meals for you like he usually would, and cleaning the house. Whatever you are craving, he'll figure out a way to mix it up even if it's... questionable in flavor to him. He also adores shopping with you, picking out a theme for an animal for the nursery, going with lions with the warm orange and oak colors making it very inviting as he set up the furniture. He especially adored the small scale clothes and shoes, and you couldn't even resist the cute allure of the matching red and white tracksuit when it was in a miniature scale. The nights though were where the true comfort lied, just on the couch, watching a movie or show while wrapped in blankets, his arms wrapped around your waist as he softly rubbed where the bump was forming. You couldn't see his face due to the position but he would be looking in absolute adoration. He knew pregnancy was hard on you, but that you were more than willing to put up with it for him? He will do anything to make it easier for you.

Above all, he is an amazing father once the baby is born. He admits, he cried when he first saw them and held them in his arms. He wasn't ever the man to cry, but the pure joy made him break. No doubt too with him being a big guy himself, his kid would come out naturally big and stay that way through infancy (I think of the one tiktok where he says "you look like a busted can of biscuits"... feel like that happened to Sobi at least once). One of his favorite things to do is while the baby is on their back, grabbing his helmet and going over them, letting the little bits of fabric dangle down as he leans down, shaking his head lightly as he watches the baby's reaction, eyes going wide then a huge smile growing as the baby starts giggling. His own smile goes wide as he hears every time the baby lets out a screaming laugh as he shakes his head. Watching it all warms you heart. It warms your heart even more as nighttime hits and you hear a low voice coming from the nursery, a tune that is out of key but warm and inviting in his own way. To his side a "Goodnight Moon" book but his singing... He expressed how he wanted to have the baby know both English and Polish. And there he was, softly singing in a rocking chair, no doubt his baritone singing making a soothing rumble as the baby fell asleep against his chest; Oj, lulaj, lulaj... Maleńki sokole... Oj, jak ty mnie urośniesz... Pójdziesz ze mną w pole...

Dad!Fender 🤘🇭🇺

He's always had the looming loss of his father over him, that legacy being his driving force as a soldier. But when he got with you? A new type of dread loomed over him; would he meet the same fate as his father? The thought terrified him, leaving you alone to raise a child, he didn't want to leave another child with the same fate as him. He wanted to be different.

When you told him about the results of the test, you were worried. You knew he wouldn't end things with you but that this still was completely unplanned. And that made him think of his own parents again. He remained silent, thinking in his head of what his own father must have thought when he was told... but as your hand slid over his and he met your eyes, seeing that worry and doubt, it melted him a bit. He thought of how his father must have thought at the time, with his mission in Budapest, the situation in Budapest at the time... thought story had its parallels, he realized it was different. He wasn't a CIA operative in a different country, he was a strong soldier in his own way, now working for a PMC that he could break his contract with for the time being. He had a strong relation with Kortac and they would absolutely understand his absence. He realized he can make it different, he will break the fate. Taking your hand and meeting your eyes, he looked determined but caring still, a smile on his face as he spoke, "We got this... We'll be strong together and get through this, darling... I'll be here for you."

With his break from Kortac he was more than willing to care for you while you were pregnant. His love of working out meant he had plenty of vitamins to help out both you and the baby, but also he was more than willing to grab new ones that were specialized for prenatal. Anytime you passed out on the couch, taking a nap just from the sheer work of your body growing your child. He'd smile and lift you with ease to the bed, often just taking a moment to lay with you while you rested. It warmed his heart being there for you. He had no mission professionally, just the goal of being there for you and supporting you. He felt less dread as time went on and he saw you happily walking around the home, smiling as you leaned on the doorway to the new nursery as he put together the complicated furniture.

When the baby was born, he couldn't ever describe the elation he felt. His own father dying before he was born, he finally felt at ease as he proved he could break the cycle, that it wasn't his destiny to have the same fate as his father, even if there was parallels. He'd carry everything for you out of the hospital, including the baby themself. And he always wanted to be there for you and the baby after, he was often the one getting up in the middle of the night when they cried, not minding at all as he savored every moment he got with them. He loved spending tummy time with you and them, encouraging the lil' thing as they grew and got stronger. Every moment was so precious to him, and he was glad to be there. Though his dad seemed before to be an omen, now he couldn't help but think of him positively, hoping wherever he was that he could see the proud man he left on this world, now a proud father.

[devnmon]

soul tie.

Summary: You plead to tie your soul with Tess.

Warnings: dominant!tess, thigh riding, tess spits in reader’s mouth, mommy!tess, touch starvation(?) minors DNI.

word count: 2.2k | my tess masterlist

A/N: heyyy it’s been a while since i posted smut, right? figured it was time. anyway, you all know the teaser of this fic i posted months ago? this is that very fic. it has also been a long time coming and i believe it’s worth the wait. that’s just me tho… but what i have written here… i can’t lie, it’s pure filth. i hope you all enjoy. :)

Knees already growing sore from kneeling on them, you whimper, head being tilted upward towards the woman towering over you.

Your words are mumbled, almost low enough under your breath so she can't hear it; but she does. The phrase comes out through desperate pants, a depraved plea for her to give herself over to you, in the most intimate way.

A soul tie, one that lasted till infinity and beyond.

"What'd you say, honey?" Her voice picks up your utterance, beckoning you to say it again.

"I said... spit in my mouth." you whimper again, hoping she'd move the begging of yours along fast enough to give you what you wanted. Tess was a giver, always willing to bring you pleasure for her own enjoyment, listening to moans of her name fall from your lips, while gazing lovingly at the mess she’s made of you. It was always that way with Tess, relishing in the adrenaline and power rush it gave her.

She scoffs at first, wondering how someone so innocent could say something so perverted. Where you got this vulgar mouth from, she didn’t know. But it's doing something to her that she doesn't know how to control, and she didn’t want to. Eyelids hooded, the woman gazed at you intently.

"Never heard you be so dirty, baby. Want me to spit in your mouth, hm?" Tess’s features moved slow and soft, soaking in just how needy you’d become.

“Yes, need it, please..” you beckon, head tilted downwards, flustered with the way her low voice sounded. It was almost as if she couldn’t go without the way you begged for her, your pupils blown out and lips swollen. She could always tell when you got desperate for her. This side of you was something only Tess could see.

The heavy making-out beforehand only made it worse; you were a mess before she even thought about letting you initiate the flurry of hands that’s brought the both of you to the brink of pleasure.

“Please, what?” Tess’s thumb and forefinger slip under your chin, pulling your gaze back to her. Her calloused hand was wrapped underneath your chin, holding your head firmly, knowing you wouldn’t shy away from her touch.

You sat in front of her, hands resting behind your back in only your panties, nipples red and sensitive from being pulled and twisted, with soon-to-be hickeys lying red on your neck and chest. Tess stood over you, maroon shirt unbuttoned with a few dark hickeys forming on her neck. She would be lying if she denied her guilty pleasure of letting you mark her up to ensure no one would mistake her as available.

“Please, mommy.” You swallow with a whimper, growing impatient to touch her. Tess relished in your sounds, a smirk painted on her face.

"Attagirl, now open up for me." Her thumb swipes across your bottom lip, another gesture for your mouth to open in her fervor.

At the command, your mouth opens, tongue sticking out. Your eyes met her hazel ones and she pauses, dragging her eyes over your body at just the sight of you in such a position for her.

She grips your chin again, dragging her eyes back up your body, to your flushed features. Tess leans over your figure once more, letting her lips part the slightest bit, before spitting directly into your mouth. Going to close it with her finger on your chin, you let your lips hang open a bit, and the tiniest bit of her dribbles down your chin.

“Such a messy baby, hm?” The spit dribbles down your skin further, onto the skin of your neck and down your chest.

"Want you..." If it wasn’t for the way Tess gave in to dragging out your pleasure so rarely, the begging and pleading would’ve gotten you into a different situation; over her lap, on your third or fourth orgasm before she’d decide to stop. Even that seemed much less torturous than this, being edged for longer than you’d ever experienced, hungrily aching for her touch.

"Don't be selfish, sweetheart. I'm just enjoying the view."

Tess took her time. She always took her time. Her tone of voice entrancing in its rasp had you trembling. Goosebumps littered your skin and all you could think about were her hands on your body. The thumb you so welcomingly let open your mouth moments ago brushes against your cheek, her gaze locked onto yours.

“Mmph, please…” You whimpered again, pouting with your bottom lip jutted out. She hesitated on giving in to what you wanted, although a part of her thought it was fun to see you like this for her.

“Hm, maybe I should let you sit there longer.” Her grip on your chin drops as she steps a few inches away from the side of her bed, dropping to grab her belt. The clinking of metal filled the air as your view turned into Tess stripping from her jeans and shirt. Hazel eyes became sultry in that trained gaze she held on you. The depth of your appreciation you had for her body never shallowed. She could see it in your eyes most days, how everything about her, especially her imperfections, were beautiful in your eyes.

You moaned out suddenly, “Let me touch you…” shifting your gaze to her exposed skin now. “Fuck, Tessa. You’re everything… can’t believe you’re mine.”

Watching her undress, your eyes caught the curves of Tess’s body, never losing her physique with age. She was strong and intoxicatingly gorgeous; sometimes you really wondered why of all people, she’d chosen you.

“If you could see how you look from my point of view…” Tess took a few steps forward and unclipped her bra, kneeling down on the bed before you. “C’mere.”

Darting towards her from adrenaline, you inched closer on the bed with your heart racing and hands eager. Reaching out, your hands, impatient, hesitated to make any sort of movement. When you hesitated before touching her, she huffed.

“Don’t be afraid, hun. Come closer.” Those sultry words were your final tug, as you jolted forward. Locking your lips with hers, a feverish flurry of deep and desperate kisses were exchanged in a matter of seconds. Kissing her drained your lungs of air, only pulling away when you couldn’t hold it any further.

Her warm, calloused hands lay on your waist, watching as a smirk grew on her face.

“Go on, babe. Ride my thigh.” Tess breathed, grasping your hips a little firmer. You nodded silently and straddled yourself over her leg. Pressing your sensitive nerves against her was enough to send a jolt of pleasure up your spine at the friction.

Taken aback by the heat growing between your thighs, a string of your moans filled the air with pants and whines. Underneath you, Tess groaned and your face contorted with pleasure.

It was overtaking, the enjoyment she got from watching you, and she fucking loved every second of it. Her strong hands rubbed feather light touches up and down the sides of your body, along with feeling the goosebumps litter your skin.

“Touch me, please, mommy.” She knew what you meant, but Tess just wanted to watch you, desperate on top of her. You picked up the look on her face, and began kissing her neck in a feverish manner, aiming to convince her but only allowing her the opportunity to grip your hips harder and chuckle to herself.

“It’s my thigh or nothing. I’m not lifting a finger to help you get off.” Your hips slowed on impact as well, her firm grasp holding you down. The slick from your cunt made grinding on Tess’s thigh much more stimulating.

“Yeah, that’s how you do it..” Her gravel voice whispered in your ear intently, lips making their way to your neck, the tiniest nips scattered across your skin. Your hands trailed up her torso, feeling her hard nipples from watching you, and tugging on them slightly to hear her gasp.

“Feels so good, baby.” Tess felt your weight dig into her thigh a minute longer, and her lips traveled to your face, placing soft kisses on your cheeks. Her words in your head and the utter feeling of her under you were perfect, souls latched together in the moment. She glanced down where your skin met hers, immediately smirking at the evidence of your arousal on her thigh.

“You look so pretty like this for me, baby. Look how wet you are, and I haven’t even touched you..” Tess whispered, ghosting her lips across your neck. “Gettin’ close already?”

The sound of pure bliss you let out was a sign enough, hips stuttering and familiar heat growing. You squeezed your eyes shut, overcome by the sensation between your thighs.

“Nuh uh, baby. Keep those eyes on me. Need to see you.” Your eyes shot open, one of her hands grasping your face to make you look her way. She finally let go of your waist with the other hand to grab at your breasts, twisting your nipples between her fingers desperately.

“Mm.. yes, mommy.” Pretty sounds trail out from you, continuing to rub yourself against her muscle. “Touch me, please baby.” Your knee digs into her groin the slightest bit, and you feel her reach down to push it against her more. You’re whining at the amount of pleasure the friction is bringing you, shut out from everything else in the world, except for her.

“Already made a mess, honey. You’re almost there.” Your whines get louder when she bounces her leg a bit underneath you. The sight of her brimmed hazel eyes only pulled you further towards your high, her figure underneath you moving in unison with yours.

“Mmh… feels s’good- please lemme come..” Your back arches, Tess’s hands steadying your hips once again. The strands of her caramel-colored hair wisped across her skin, some falling over her shoulders. She resembled a goddess in this moment, from the view of her beneath you.

“Go on, then. Come for me, sweetheart.” Your head shot upwards, eyes closed in bliss, trailing your arms up her body to wrap them around her shoulders. Her fingers pinched one of your nipples, yelping at the touch.

“M’gonna- g’na come..” Slack-jawed as she watched you, your thighs trembled against hers the moment your orgasm washed through you. Letting out a gasp, your hips stuttered again. For a moment you went quiet, noticing Tess’s hands on your waist again, slowly still moving you against her leg. You let out a low mewl, body falling weakly against Tess’s, her gentle hands catching you.

“Attagirl… let it all out.” She whispers against your chest, nodding silently as you caught your breath. Her hands cup your face softly, pressing her lips against your forehead. Her movements gradually slow to a stop, once you’ve come down from your high.

“Mmm, I love you, Tessa. So good t’me.” You peck your lips against her cheek ever so softly, trailing them over to her lips. A little drained form your previous orgasm, her thumbs rubbed soft circles into your skin.

“Love you too, honey. So much. You feelin’ okay?” One hand reached up to push a piece of hair from out of your face, noticing it was covered in a light sheen of sweat.

“Mhm, so good. A little tired.. ” You went to rest your head on her shoulder, peppering her skin with light kisses.

“Come lay next to me then, honey.” About to move, you realized that you hadn’t even bothered to look down to where your bodies collided. Once you glanced down at the sight of your slick on her thigh, the mess you made installed a little bit of embarrassment in you.

“Oh.. I should- let me-“ Attempting to raise yourself from the bed for a towel, Tess shook her head and held your waist still.

“I’ll clean it in a minute. Just lay with me for now. You sure you’re alright?” She swiped more strands of hair from your face, grasping one of your hands in hers. Nodding to her, you moved onto the bed, moving one of your hands to cup her face.

“You’re so beautiful, Tessa. Perfect, and all mine.” Your hands were warm against her soft face, a warmth she leaned into almost immediately.

“Mm, so soft in your afterglow, baby. It looks so good on you.” Bashful, you bit your lip and looked away slightly.

“Wanna take care of you too..” You partly mumbled, playing with a couple strands of her hair mindlessly. Tess pondered in silence for a second, then looked towards you.

“Well, we should get cleaned up one way or another. Does a shower sound appealing?” Your gaze lifted to her again, eyes bright with excitement.

“Mhm.. It does.” A slight nod from your head signaled to Tess to move from the bed, which you followed immediately.

The two of you stepped towards the bathroom, and entered the warm shower to relax a bit more. You both shared loving touches and kisses to intertwine your souls furthermore, and felt by the end of the night how much stronger they had become intertwined.

It didn’t matter to you how far apart your souls were, you knew no matter what that they’d be tied together for eternity.

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine being a manager alongside Baumer at Surfer’s Paradise

——— Requested by @leopardfang15———

As much as the Groms liked working at Surfer's Paradise due to how close they were to the beach, the job also had its downsides. While a big part of this was the guests who were abrasive, messy, and even downright entitled sometimes, it was mostly due to Bummer. Though he was their boss and his number one priority is supposed to be Mr. Ridgemount and the hotel, he could at least be more mindful of the way he treated them all.

It was why when you were hired to be co-manager by Mr. Ridgemount due to the increase of guests and workload and they saw the difference in personality in the two managers, they felt you were godsent.

Unlike the blonde who allowed guests to harass the staff in order to not get a complaint, you had no problem chiding a guest for how they were treating the staff. You were always very helpful and understanding as you treated them well and had no problem giving them a day off and allowed them to actually enjoy their time off. It was no wonder that you quickly became their favorite manager despite knowing them knowing Baumer longer and why they felt comfortable coming up to you when they had problems.

You had been walking past the dining room, trying to see if there was anything out of place in the lobby before you moved on to another part of the hotel when you noticed Emma frantically waving her arms as she attempted to flag you down.

"What happened?" You asked as you took notice of her disheveled look as her clothes were ruffled and covered with food splatter while various parts of hair were out of her usually neat ponytail.

With unshed tears in her eyes, she gestured to a table tucked in the corner of the ship where the Marvin twins were having a food fight while their parents obliviously eat their breakfast despite the amount of noise and mess their kids were making. "I tried asking them to stop but they wouldn't listen to me."

Patting her shoulder, you smiled at her. "Don't worry, I'll handle it. Why don't you go change into some clean clothes while I talk to the Marvins."

[yardsards]

just turned in an assignment with the disclaimer "sorry, the autism ran wild this one" at the top

[witch128chick]

Hey you guys :) i did the thing again

I wanted to say smth but i forgot

So yea anyway

The episode "Enchanting Grom Fright" is done, now moving onto the next!

[101flavoursofweird]

‘Dancing Through Life’ from Wicked reminds me very much of Mattholomule and Steve… at least the first part that Fiyero sings. (Fiyero, who also had to moved magic schools.)

Nothing matters But knowing nothing matters It's just life So keep dancing through

[anthropologistfromentropy]

I kinda wanna write about Razumovsky and my OC Pushka being nerdy engineers together and building like a powerchair or a grenade launcher. But I don't know anything about any engineering stuff...

Is there any easy "engineering for dummies" resource for writers?? Without like calculus and physics equations, please.

(I'm writing a historical AU were Sergey Razumovsky is an engineer. Usually making like heaters, cars, radios, electric trams. But during WW1 his factory is forced to produce artillery and he is Not Pleased.)

[disco-girl]

Gustholomule Week Day 7 - Grom

My very late addition 😅 thanks to @blackyote for pointing out my typos!

Mattholomule hated grom. At least before, when Grometheus was still around, it had a purpose. Now it was just a dumb excuse for students to confess to their crush, dress up in tacky outfits and dance awkwardly to outdated music for three hours. Each year he secretly hoped that Augustus would ask him to grom and every year, the younger witch would ask him to go…as friends, with the rest of his friend group.

[friendofflowersandfrogs]

Two years after the death of Belos, Hexside is finally built back up enough to host its traditional Grom dance. Cue Hunter and Luz panicking on how to ask out their girlfriends.

[lollytea]

Tumblr does this thing sometimes where it hides random replies on my posts. Like I can see the URL and the first few words of the comment in my notifs but when I click on it, it vanishes. This wouldn't be THAT bad except its ALWAYS replies that intrigue me. Ones I WANT to see. And it's not like I can go messaging the URLs like "Hey...can you repeat that? 🎤"

[xbruised-peachx]

could i get some soft gromsko hcs 🥺 sorry i keep seeing ones where hes a misogynist (untagged so it triggers me from a past relationship) and i much prefer your interpretation where he's caring but still confident

Aww 🫂🫂🫂 I'm sorry Anon, I'm actually in the same boat as you, my bad relationship ended exactly a year ago so yeah.

Everyone's allowed to have their own interpretation and all that fun stuff but I absolutely agree, I can't see him like that. Talking to my Polish friends about it, it's just not his generation and it's a very tired trope of "misogynistic, loud slavic man" they are not too happy seeing. For me, it's almost a bit of an American trope that is "loud and boisterous=asshole", which I dislike as he has multiple lines IN GAME that shows him as caring and you know... nice (ex. Czasami trzeba się poświęcić dla innych (sometimes you must sacrifice yourself for others), You're not dying yet!, Trzymać się (hold on) the surgeon is coming, I was proud to fight with you!, I am your wingman, etc). Not to mention you know... HE'S A MEDIC or at the very least "extensive medical training" as stated in his bio.

So yeah, I'll happily give you some nice, loud and proudly in love Gromsko headcanons, Anon💚

Tags: fem!reader, pure tooth rotting fluff, alcohol mention for the last point

Gromsko always has his arm around you in public. He wants the world to know how lucky he is to have you. He still has some slight guilt in his head about showing PDA from getting glares from various babcias back home, but he can't help it when he sees you, beautiful eyes looking back at him with such adoration. He has to show it back somehow.

Often, he'll just settle for hand holding (before marriage? Scandalous) as you guys walk around. He'll watch you as you interact with employees, you asking for help as his thumb runs over your knuckles, running along the back of your hand. Even if you get nervous talking to employees, his touch reminds you he's right there if you need him, and that he's more than willing to help if needed.

You getting disrespected sets him off in a whole new way. Instantly, he'll step in front, asserting his height advantage he often has, looking down at them with contempt that they would even dare speak to you like that. "Want to repeat that?" His voice coming out as low and threatening, booming around the room. When they inevitably leave you both alone, his attention goes right back to you, gently cupping your face as you look up to him as he asks if you're okay. You smile and nod, telling him a soft thank you. You can practically see his heart melt as he looks back, eyes softening and a gentle smile on his face, taking your hand and continuing like nothing happened.

Though he learned some cooking from his grandma, he has fond memories of watching Robert Makłowicz with his mom during weekends, making the recipes for dinner. When he found out Makłowicz has a YouTube channel, the two of you went on a deep dive for hours, cuddling on the couch and him translating for you when he started laughing or just said something nice, and thought it'd be nice to share. He also showed a few older clips, particularly this one of him and a dog and now the two of you have the little inside joke going "EHEHEHEHE" at small, cute things.

He often cooks for you, even wanting to take care of you like that as well. He doesn't mind the help but he takes quite a bit of pride in his cooking. He loves when you come up behind and just hug him while he's at the stove. For him, that plus you smiling as you eat a meal from him is the greatest reward.

Every injury is an emergency to him, often taking huge precautions even for little things. The house is never out of band-aids or antibiotic ointment. Even stubbing your toe will have him running out of whatever room he's in, stopping what he's doing to make sure you're okay.

He is the best to have around during the time of the month. He'll make some good iron rich foods, but still get you whatever snacks you want. He may want to take care of you physically but he knows part of health is mental too, and that he can't force something on you when you are craving something else. He makes sure heating pads are ready along with a nice comfortable spot in bed. He isn't overbearing though, as he knows sometimes you just need space. He knows that when you need him, you'll let him know. Often you have fallen asleep, head in his lap with a heated stuffed animal hugged to your chest. He'll carry you to the much more comfortable bed with ease, watching you at peace with a smile on his own face as he'd go back, cleaning up any snack wrappers in the living room, turning off any electric heating pads that might have been left on. He may join you for a nap eventually, but he'll leave you at peace for now.

Being used to waking up for the military, he wakes up before you, and he really doesn't mind. The warm glow of the sun rising as your lips are parted, gently breathing. His arm around you, he can feel the gentle rise and fall, your heart beat calm against him. He could look at you like this for hours, going back in forth in his head questioning how he got so lucky but also not wanting to question it, instead to just enjoy this quiet morning. Birds chirping, he wants to get up and make some coffee for you but he doesn't want to leave you in this moment... not now or ever.

He loves animals... all of them. Often, if he sees a random animal in the street, he'll call out to it instinctively in Polish, often leaving a poor hedgehog stunned in the streets, unsure what to do about this giant heading towards them. He loves going to the shelter with you, seeing big dogs go from barking to wagging their tail, wanting to get out to play, and going to cat rooms to sit for a while, playing with all the cats, young and old. Old cats flock to him like no other and he always imitates their crispy meows. Seeing him hold a kitten that easy fits in his hands, curling up into a ball as he holds it against his broad chest, gently petting its head with two of his fingers... it warms your soul.

He is a very affectionate drunk. He'll be stumbling down the streets, goofy grin on his face as he hugged on you for balance. If any even breathes in your direction, positive or negative, he'll be calling out to them, "HEJ! To moja dziewczyna... GO!" (Hey, that's my girlfriend) You often end up apologizing to whoever it is, his slurred speech being the answer for why. When you get home he'll often just keep repeating how beautiful you are while snuggled in your chest for once. Looking up at you, you see that look of disbelief in his eyes, but quickly returning to just bliss as he remembers you belong to each other. Snoring like a bear buried deep, he knows absolute comfort knowing you'll be there for each other for the inevitable hangover the next morning.

[alienaiver]

miso ramen turned out absolutely delicious!!! my throat also feels much better after 🥹✨

[diamondbeast79]

Amity's new greatest fear isn't tame. But then again, neither is Amity.

I've written a one-shot about Amity refighting Grom. You can find it on

Ao3:(You Care More for Kin Than for Power - Diamondbeast - The Owl House (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own])

FFN: (You Care More for Kin Than for Power, an owl house fanfic | FanFiction)

[rainestormes]

Grom Queen

Chapter 1/5: It Was So Great

    Lilith could see Eda’s lips move, but her words flew right past her. Their school day was over and Eda insisted on following her to the lockers, even though she kept nothing in them. She preferred keeping her books in her hair like their mother does. No trusting school property, no, sir. Lilith tried doing the same, but they kept getting tangled up in her curls, and it pulled on her scalp more than it was worth. Titan, she should really straighten her hair one of these days.

     “Oh, and did you see that spin I did? You might as well forfeit as team captain while you still have the chance!” Eda said, a smug smile across her face. 

     She opened one of her eyes and noticed Lilith’s focus on the school speaker. She was staring at it like it would come to life if she stared hard enough. Eda wasn’t sure what for, but it sure wasn’t to hear about her awesome Grudgby maneuvers! 

     “Hey, Titan to Lily! Can you hear me?”

     Lilith looked surprised, like she’d forgotten she was there. “Oh, sorry. I’m just waiting for something.”

     “Yeah, I noticed! You’re so distracted today. What’s with you?”

     Her sister flushed, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Nothing. And it’s not like you’ve been any better! Not since Rainestorm transferred to Hexside, right? Raine this, Raine that… looks like Edalyn has her first crush.”

      Blood rushed to Eda’s face, and she opened her mouth to protest, but was interrupted.

     “Wait, who did Eda crush now? Sounds violent!” As if summoned, Raine appeared behind them and Eda yelped. 

     “Just my enemies! In yesterday’s Grudgby match, that is! Very violent, yes.”

     “Ooh, yeah! I saw that spin you did. It was awesome.” Eda elbowed Lilith, I told you so written across her face. Raine continued. “Hey, Eda, I was wondering if you’d like to hang out today? We could have lunch at my house if you’re free.”

      Eda’s face lit up, and it was Lilith’s turn to elbow her. She ignored her. “Yeah, I’m free this afternoon! Lily can tell my parents, right, Lily?”

     Lilith rolled her eyes, but nodded. Teasing and bickering came with being siblings, but she was happy that her little sister made a friend. A friend she very much had a crush on.

     As Eda and Raine walked away, Lilith fed her books to her locker. As soon as she closed it, the speakers came to life. Her ears perked up as Principal Faust’s hoarse voice filled the halls. 

     “Attention, students of Hexside. This is Principal Faust. I feel appropriately joyful to announce that this year’s Grom Royal will be… Lilith Clawthorne.” 

     Everyone nearby turned their heads to look at her. Some with disdain, most with pity or worry, but none as happy as she was. Lilith wanted to jump in place, but she contained herself. Being Grom Royalty was a hard task, and one considered dreadful at that, but she took it as the honor it was intended to be. 

     She knew she looked insane, but she had her reasons. Coven Tryouts were in a couple months, and she’d been dreaming of joining the Emperor’s Coven since she knew how to dream. They only accepted the best of the best, and defeating Grometheus certainly wouldn’t look bad in her curriculum! 

     Lilith was beaming the entire way home.

—

    After lunch, Raine invited Eda up to their room. It wasn’t the first time she’d been there, even though they spent most of their time in her house instead. Still, they felt their anxiety creeping in whenever she sat too close or, Titan forbid, their knees bumped into each other. Their mom’s demand to keep the door open didn’t help either.

     “Then Fausty said I couldn’t feed the detention pit things I didn’t buy in the school’s vending machine,” Eda said, dangling her feet on their bed. The bed in which they were sitting on, side by side, with their arms touching. Why was it so hot in there? “There’s only plastic-flavored protein bars in there, come on!”

     “That’s the only thing he can eat since he’s allergic to fun,” Raine chuckled.

     “Yeah, but he doesn’t have to drag us down with him!” Eda threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. Raine laughed again, and she glanced at them with a strange look in her eyes.

     “What? Is there something on my face?”

     Eda lifted her hand and tucked a loose strand of hair behind their ear. “Your hair. It’s getting pretty long.”

     She realized her hand still hadn’t left their face and blushed. They did too, looking the other way. After a few seconds of charged silence, Eda stood up.

     “I should get going. It’s getting pretty late and I don’t want my mom to send Hawksley to get me,” she said. Raine agreed and walked her to the door. 

     She’d just left their line of sight when they put their hand where hers was before, smiling.

—

     “So, girls! How was school today?” Dell asked over dinner.

     Lilith opened her mouth to speak, but Eda spoke first. 

     “‘Twas boring, next question! Oh, wait, it’s my turn to ask one.”

     “We can all ask questions, Edalyn,” Gwen reprimanded, but waited for her to continue. Lilith scrunched in her chair. 

     “If, hypothetically, I wanted to ask someone to be my Grom date, how should I do it? I’m not saying I’m planning anything!” she added when their parents shared a look. “Just curious.”

     “Well, it depends on the hypothetical person,” said Gwen. “Your dad always liked big romantic gestures, so I enchanted a field of flowers to spell out a proposal!”

     Dell leaned in to kiss her cheek. The sisters blerghed simultaneously. 

     “Yes, you’ve told that story a hundred times already. I don’t think Ra- the hypothetical person would like something like that.”

     “You could try something more simple,” Dell said. “Less public, but still romantic.”

     “That’s too vague! I need actual advice.”

     “Just talk to them,” Lilith intervened, impatient. “It’s not that complicated!”

     Eda snorted. “Yeah, okay. I said actual advice, Lily. It’s fine. I’ll figure it out by myself.”

     Lilith huffed, and Dell turned to her. “Do you plan on asking anyone out, sweetie?” 

     “I’m not interested in that kind of stuff, dad. Besides, Eda is gonna ask Raine,” Eda’s face reddened to match her hair, indignant, but Lilith ignored her, “and I won’t have time for that, anyway.”

     “Oh? Why is that?”

     “Because,” she said, dragging the word, “I’m gonna be this year’s Grom Queen.”

     Three voices made themselves heard at once. 

     “Oh? That’s great, sweet flea!”

     “I knew you had it in you, darling! Try not to get eaten, though!”

     “Lily, that’s amazing! At least Principal Faust made one good decision!” 

     Lilith basked in the attention for a moment, happy to be at the center of it for once. When the logic part of her brain manifested itself, she excused herself to her bedroom. Her training would have to start early tomorrow.

     She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

[glupblorbo]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46488946/chapters/120322345

new chapter of and all turns to silver glass! feat.: - hunter ace era! - birds :) - more hunter-amity friendship propaganda

[herbertwest]

Be My Nemesis

[Part of a prompt-swap challenge using a prompt by @urfriendlywriter]

The feeling is unmistakable. Heart pounding, blood racing, butterflies in the stomach. Even the thought of that special person makes you break out in a stupid grin. Every thought is of them; every song is their tune. You would do anything to spend just one more second with them. You would die for them; kill for them. This is, of course, the feeling of having a nemesis.

“This is a very impressive palace you bought,” said Oleg Volkov, Sergey Razumovsky’s best friend and confidant, glancing anxiously at the gilded walls. “Very grand. Not a single bullet hole anywhere to be seen. I sure hope you keep it that way.”

Sergey, who was sprawled on a purple velvet chaise lounge, laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to shoot you this time. I will set up a variety of death traps, but I’m going to tell you where all of them are, so if you fall into one that’s on you.”

“That’s very generous of you,” said Oleg dryly.

“I think you’re going to like my new Garden of Sinners. It now has traps based on all seven deadly sins PLUS two more that I made up that SHOULD be deadly sins. Everything is all ready. Now we wait. Do you want to play chess?”

“NO,” choked Oleg, immediately going into fight-or-flight mode, his pupils dilating. He clutched his chest, feeling the five scars there.

“Do you think Major Grom wants to play chess?” asked Sergey, kicking his legs in the air.

“I suspect he wants to play chess even less than I do.”

“Why? We had so much fun last time!”

“You killed all his friends.”

“Yes, and it was so much fun!” Sergey grinned beatifically.

Oleg sighed.

Sergey pulled out his phone. “I sent Major Grom the latest puzzle ten minutes ago! Why hasn’t he answered?”

“He’s probably busy trying to stop everything from exploding again,” said Oleg. “Which I believe was the point of the puzzle.”

“Oh. Right.” Sergey put down his phone. “I’m bored. I guess I’ll just read something until he shows up.”

Oleg left, trying to find somewhere in the palace where he was least likely to become collateral damage.

About two hours later, Major Grom showed up, slightly singed.

He dodged about two thirds of Sergey’s traps, barely escaping with his life from the other third.

“Razumovsky,” he gasped upon reaching Sergey. “This time I’ll end you. I swear it.”

Sergey put down his book. “Hey, remember when we were both the avatars of gods, and we fought, and you forgave me for everything and then exploded? Because that was great. Definitely in the top ten Razgrom moments.”

Major Grom narrowed his eyes, but he did not fall for the bait of asking what Razgrom was.

“So…do you want me to hit you in the head with a shovel for old time’s sake, or should I use knock-out gas? The Garden of Sinners is waiting for you and it is so much better than last time,” said Sergey.

“I am not running naked through your murder garden again,” said Major Grom.

“It’s not really optional.”

Major Grom drew himself up to his full height. “Razumovsky, this has gone on long enough. You have been a blight upon St. Petersburg for much too long. At first I thought it would be enough to lock you away. I should have known better. You’re a cockroach. You’re a rabid cat, always clawing its way back to haunt me…but you’re on your last life.”

“That is a LOT of metaphor mixing,” said Sergey, picking up his book again and angling the cover towards Major Grom.

“You don’t take anything seriously! Do lives mean nothing to you? Do you have not the slightest spark of goodness left in you? I can’t escape from you…every time I dream you’re the ringmaster of my nightmares.”

“Be mine,” blurted Sergey.

“Is that a line from the book you’re reading?” asked Major Grom, taken aback, monologue forgotten.

“What? No, this is Dostoyevsky. Remember, you asked me before if I’d read Dostoyevsky? I’ve got to say, Raskolnikov spent a whole lot of time whining about nothing. What I want is for you to be my nemesis. I cannot resist your abject stupidity. You foil all my most ingenious schemes by running at them screaming with a blunt object. You track me down to the ends of the earth when everyone else has assumed me dead.”

Major Grom looked at him for a long moment. “To hell with this. I’m leaving. I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I am not taking part in it.” He turned around and started to leave.

Sergey sighed and picked up a shovel from under his chaise lounge. He bounded over to Major Grom and smacked him in the head with the blade.

“You are the bane of my existence,” whispered Major Grom, right before he fell unconscious.

“Music to my ears,” said Sergey. “Oleg! Help me get him into the Garden of Sinners.”

Oleg cautiously emerged from the wings. “I don’t understand why you don’t just kill him,” he said, poking Major Grom with his foot.

“I’m trying! That’s the beauty of it. There’s no way he’ll make it out of the Garden this time.”

Sergey started to drag Major Grom away.

Oleg went to check how much money was in Sergey’s ‘get Sergey out of prison’ fund. He suspected they’d need it.