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disasterofastory · 8 months

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Brahms's playtime (Brahms Heelshire x Reader)

Brahms's playtime // Brahms Heelshire Masterlist Brahms Heelshire x Reader Kinktober 2023 - 1/14 Warnings: somnophilia, non-c, stalking Summary: Brahms comes out of his hiding place while you are asleep.

A/N: Here is our first Brahms fic for kinktober. Hope you will enjoy it!

The music is muffled by the raging storm outside. The doll still sits in front of the old gramophone, motionless. The wild rocking of the trees in front of the window reflects in his dark, lifeless eyes. He is all alone while you are in the living room, asleep. You took a shower not even an hour ago after freezing your toes off because of those damn rat traps. You needed your shampoo, soap, and all your lotions to get rid of the smell of the dead and wet animals. Disgusting.

You are lying on the couch, still in your robe, eyes closed. Your chest moves up and down with every calm breath you take. The heavy drum of the rain on the rooftop is far from your relaxed mind. You don't care about the bright strikes that light up the room every few seconds or the loud rumble of the sky that follows them. And you don't care about the man watching you through the hole in the wall either.

Brahms stands still with his hands flat on the rough surface of the inside of the wall. It shakes under his touch, fighting against the wrathful weather outside. The man can feel every lighting and every thunder, but the world could fall apart, and he wouldn't move an inch. His eyes are on you, barely blinking. He doesn't even remember the times he didn't spend his days watching you. You became a part of his life quickly and easily, even if you know nothing about it. Yet.

His movements are quick and quiet as he comes out of his hiding place. His huge form barely fits through the secret passage of the wall. His gaze stays on you the whole time, afraid you wake up and ruin his playtime. He doesn't want that. He doesn't want you scared and panicked. He doesn't want you to leave him.

No.

You won't leave him. He will make sure of it. He will be good. So good.

He towers over your sleeping form, watching the way your lashes flutter every now and again. His gaze falls on the slope of your nose and the curve of your open lips. His fingertips tingle with the need to touch you. His breathing gets heavy as he goes lower. The robe you wear is much more open than it was when you decided to take a quick nap after your shower. Saliva gathers in his mouth at the sight of your nipple. The hard peak matches the shade of your lips. His hand trembles as he reaches out. His thumb grazes over the pebble, flicking it briefly before snapping his hand away from you. His eyes jump back to your face, but you are still asleep. The small movement of your chest as you breathe is still the same.

Okay, he thinks, that's good.

His index finger tugs on the opening of your robe until the belt around your waist gives up, and you are bare in front of his hungry gaze. He doesn't even know where to look first. Brahms is mesmerized by the soft globes of your breasts, the curve of your waist, and the pretty triangle between your legs. His hard cock twitches in his pants. Pre-cum leaks from the aching tip, forming a dark patch on the soft fabric of his underwear.

He reaches out again. His large palm lands on your side, and his thumb slides over the underside of your breast. His lips fall open with a silent whine. He can feel the sweat running down his temple. His hold slides down to your hips. You fit perfectly in his hold.

Your legs spread further, and his breath hitches in his throat. So pretty. You are so pretty.

The storm is still wild and powerful outside, mixing with the sound of the music from the other room. Thick fog floats around the house, hiding you and him in another world where you are willing and open to him.

With his other hand, he pushes down on his pants until his cock and heavy balls are free between his thick thighs. His long fingers curl around his shaft, squeezing and tugging.

His hold on you is steady and gentle, still afraid of you waking up and ruining his fun. No. It would be too soon. You need time. He needs more time, too. His hand smooths down to your thigh, gently groping your flesh there for a second. So soft. So perfect. Another whine stretches in his throat. His chest feels too tight for everything he feels right now. His index finger runs over your slit. His touch is curious and inexperienced. He doesn't know exactly what he should do; he just feels the throbbing need to do something. Anything.

After a few minutes of his aimless caressing, you start to get wet. Brahms notices it with a surprised gasp. His fingers move more easily until he slips deeper, opening up your folds to his determined glare.

He feels the familiar pull on his balls. His hand tightens and quickens. His bottom lip trembles as he moans. The voice is strange and high. It's happening. The familiar pull in his lower stomach tugs on his insides. He will cum.

His finger goes even deeper inside you, finding your tight hole and sinking into its warmth. And then you moan. Your voice is much prettier than his, but your eyes are still closed. There is a small frown between your brows, though, as you start to move your hips. You almost fuck yourself on his finger as you whimper and moan some more.

"Y/N," Brahms moans as he reaches his orgasm. Soon, both of his hands are soaked with yours and his juices. His creamy white seed gathers in the middle of his large palm as he shoots and shoots. His hips rock back and forth, watching his index finger disappear in your pussy as you grind down on him.

In the background, the music stops, and for a second, you freeze too. Brahms's heart stops beating for a second.

Not now. Not yet.

Pulling out his finger from your tight hole, he reaches out between your thighs with his other hand. He smears his seed on your pussy hurriedly, letting the thick drops paint your skin and mark you as his.

#brahms heelsire x reader #the boy x reader #the boy imagine #brahms heelshire imagine #brahms heelshire smut #kinktober 2023 #slasher fucker

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angelbaby-fics · 5 months

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Daddy stucky x little reader x little Peter where the reader is in a very young headspace and took a nap but when she woke up she was all alone in the bed and want to be with her daddies and Peter so she try to crawl off the bed but fell and hurt herself and daddy rushed in the room seeing little one crying and after he ask why she crawl off the bed she's like "I wan be wif daddies n pweti"

MUCH COMFORT PLEASE 🥺💞

Comfort

Word Count: 800

A/N: Ahh what a precious idea!! I really really love the big brother Peter dynamic hehe 💕 also this fic is so me bc every time I wake up my first thoughts before I get my bearings are usually "wheres dadaaaa" 💕 enjoy!

It was typical for you to regress even smaller during the course of your afternoon nap, usually leading to a wonderfully cozy evening. After a day of playing, Bucky would put you down in your crib with the lights dimmed to replenish your energy while Steve cooked the family meal. Peter was always a bit older than you, so his afternoon nap was optional. Today he opted to help out Daddy in the kitchen while you slept.

Bucky returned from your nursery to see his two best boys working hard in the kitchen. Peter was dutifully stirring a big bowl of ingredients while Steve carefully cut vegetables and dropped them into the mix. Bucky made absolutely sure they didn’t need any extra help before he retreated to the living room to put on a record. Soft jazz music filled the house, and Bucky picked a book to pass the time before supper was ready. Settling into a soft armchair, one where the kitchen was still within view, he started to lose himself in the peaceful moment, the ambiance only interrupted with the turning of each page.

Until he heard the thud.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been asleep. You weren’t sure what was dream and what was real. You were stuck in a prison cell, your family on the other side. You reached out for them, desperate arms restrained by the bars. When you opened your eyes, the bars were real.

You caught your breath slowly as you took in your surroundings. It was just a dream. You told yourself that over and over again like a meditation, but it didn’t make it any more believable to your babified brain. You had to see for yourself that your family was still there. You needed to feel your Baba’s strong arms hold you against his chest, to hear Daddy’s soft voice humming a lullaby as he played with your hair, to stretch out your hand and immediately have it met with Peter’s, reassuring you that your big sibby was always there.

But you were so, so tiny. You could hardly balance on two legs, gripping tight to the railing of your crib as you tried to hold yourself up. Falling back onto your hands and knees, you gathered up all your stuffies and piled them all into one corner, forming a makeshift ramp. Scurrying up like a squirrel on a tree trunk, you pulled yourself over the top rail, but you hadn’t planned this far ahead. You fell to the carpeted floor, right on your padded bottom.

Bucky was pushing through the doorway before you even had time to cry. He picked you up and held you tight against him, softly bouncing you up and down as he patted your back.

“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.” He whispered with his rumbly voice. “Shhh…”

You grabbed him tightly, his clutch pulling you back from the verge of tears. You took fistfuls of his soft t-shirt in your hands, the fabric more comforting to you than any blankie.

“What got you all worked up huh? Bad dream?” Without moving much, you nodded into his chest. You didn’t have the energy to tell him about it, but as usual you didn’t need to. Bucky had a way of reading your little mind.

“How about we go cuddle out in the living room, okay babydoll?” “‘N daddy ‘n Petie?” You mumbled in your little baby way that your Baba could always understand.

You could hear their voices as Bucky carried you out of your nursery and into the main foyer.

“Is that my baby?” Peter asked.

The excitement evident in his voice at the thought of getting to see his best playmate again. It had only been a little more than an hour that you’d been asleep, but he loved you that much. Your head perked up at that, and your bleary eyes blinked to see Steve carrying Peter out of the kitchen, mirroring you and Bucky as you met at the living room couch.

“There’s still a few minutes on the timer for dinner.” Steve said. “Does anybody know what we could possibly do to pass the time?”

“Cuddles please please please!!” Peter cheered, and you clapped in agreement.

“What a great idea! What smart babies we have, don’t we Buck?”

“I think we might have the smartest, cutest babies in the whole wide world!”

Each man sat on the couch with their respective babies in their arms, but as soon as they were seated, you and Peter started crawling all over each of them, lapping up as much love as you could before the oven timer went off. Even when it did, you weren’t too disappointed; you knew once supper was over you’d be right back to cuddling your family again.

#little!reader #stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky #daddy!bucky #bucky x little!reader #daddy!steve #stucky x little!peter #steve x little!reader #steve rogers x little!reader #marvel agere #agere fic #little!peter x little!reader #chloe's fic

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iskratempestmadness · 4 months

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Babysitting there kid while mommy’s gone headcanons?

Okay, I'm tired of this, but I think I did it pretty well.

(what I mean by " Mature enough children" are children who have not yet grown up to be called a teenager, children who are under ten years old)

Baki:

- it is not difficult for him to handle a child, but he is still a child himself

- God, he calls his mother every 15 minutes.

"What does he like to eat? ", " Does he need a lunch nap? " , " He wants candy, can he? "and much, much more...

- but he plays with him, walks with him, in general, they have a great time

- even if Hanma leaves the child alone for a short time, he does not take his eyes off him

- however, Baki didn't keep track of him a couple of times, so the kid will tell his mom that Baki cooked for him, they played together, and then Bucky took him down from the tree

- If the child is already more or less an adult, then he goes with him to the amusement park

- in general, it seems to me that the older the child is, the more often Hanma will break the rules with him

- like, "Can't you have ice cream? Forget it, I allow it, the most important thing is not to tell your mom," "What does your mom forbid you to ride this attraction? Let's go for a ride while she's not looking." and all that sort of stuff

- he will probably fight with the kid on the console in the evening

- the older the child, the more Baki behaves like a friend with whom mom asks you not to communicate

- he just wants the child to feel that he is no longer under control and he can do whatever he wants (of course without going beyond the limits)

- but he will also teach the child something necessary

- for example, Baki can teach him how to cook some simple dishes like scrambled eggs. ( Baki is 100% good at cooking, but some of his dishes may be slightly overcooked)

- or Baki will train with the child. Of course, he will give the child less workload than himself, but such a time will be clearly more useful

Hanayama:

- he's doing surprisingly well with the kid

- he has probably already consulted with his mother about what he can and cannot do, when he goes to bed, and so on

- probably Hana doesn't have too much time to play with the child, (and he understands that his appearance to the child may seem a little frightening) so he can gut the Kizaki. - However, this does not mean that Hana shifts all her responsibilities to her assistant.

- he certainly spends time with the child and... he likes it

- constantly monitors the child or Kozaki does it, so Rhea doty can't talk about any emergency situations

- if the child is old enough, he will spend more time with him and he will... more relaxed

- break the rules? He'll just say he didn't know or forgot about it.

- probably goes to the cinema with the child. Imagine Hana lounging in an armchair eating popcorn with a child.

- Later, Kaoru will discuss with him whether he liked what he remembered, whether he liked the characters

- maybe the child will be in Hana's office a couple of times

Katsumi:

- he is one of those who is on the same wavelength as the child

- however, he will be in a difficult position if the child is small. He will probably constantly call to find out what the child likes, whether he needs a quiet hour and the like. ( he is also likely to ask Natsueh for help )

- however, he will try to play and keep an eye on the child properly. (imagine Katsumi riding a child on his back like a horse. He would have been a wonderful young father)

- but if the child is old enough... Ho, ho, they're going to have a great time.

- Break the rules? Pfffff, of course

- probably teach the child to play slot machines... It's going to be a COMPETITION.

- she'll make a bunch of stupid photos with the kid where they spend time together. (send them to the baby's mom later as a photo report of how they spent the day)

- he can (and will) obey the child in some cases. Like, "What? Do you want to go there? Come on," It's just that in some cases he doesn't know how to tell him no... Besides, he thinks it's going to be fun anyway.

Jack:

- Ohh, he's going to have a hard time

- he will postpone training and try to become a good nanny

- if the child is small, then Jack will find out from his mother what he likes, what he should be fed, and so on

- He will find out in advance so that during the departure he will not bother the child's mother.

- he will play with the child and keep a close eye on him, but still it seems to me that Jack's appearance will scare the child a little

- It will be easier for Hanma if the child is old enough

"she'll probably go on a little camping trip with him." (I think Jack has experience in this) He will teach the child everything. How to set up a tent, how to light a fire and many other things. So the child will definitely not be bored. (imagine Hanma sleeping in a sleeping bag with a child, (although with his height it will be difficult to find a suitable sleeping bag) I think it's cute)

- if it's not going to be a hike, then it will be walking in parks or riding bicycles.

- in any case, he would prefer to spend time with the kid on the street

- violation of the rules? Mmmm... Maybe... Partly... Like, " Don't you want to go to bed? okay, you have 15 more minutes"

- maybe teach the child self-defense

Retsu:

- "no problem. I'll do it"

- it's equally easy for him to treat both small children and fairly grown-up ones

- he will also discuss all the nuances with his mother before leaving

- so there's nothing to worry about, he's a great babysitter.

- the child will always be full, there will be no problems with games and the child will sleep at the appointed time ( imagine a sleeping Retsu with a book in one hand that he read to the child , and with the other he holds the child who sleeps on his chest ... Well, isn't it charming)

- if the child is old enough, it will also not be difficult for Retsu to sit with him

- he will probably walk with him in the park or train with him. He is for outdoor recreation

- however, at home he will find something to occupy the child and at home. Perhaps she will draw with him or play board games

- break the rules? Seriously?! No, he won't let the child do that.

- also sends the child's mother photos of how he spent his time and what he ate.

Shibukawa:

- Well, okay

- it's not difficult for him to sit with the kid... He thought so...

- it's really hard for him to sit with a small child

- he is nervous, but he does not show

it - however, he calls the child's mother literally every 5 minutes

- however, Shibukawa learns quickly, so he can be found playing with a child at ease or walking with him (this is a pretty peaceful picture)

- If the child is quite an adult, then it really becomes easier for him

- he will tell the child the stories of his youth and observe his reaction

- he is also very malleable to the child... Not because she can't say no to him... Because he is really interested in what a child can come up with for entertainment

- Violation of the rules? Ha, of course he wouldn't be him if he didn't do it.

- he also often makes fun of the kid

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shadowlali · 27 days

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could i ask for alejandro v with a plus size latina…🙏🙏

or keegan…

paraíso

COD - Alejandro Vargas x latina!reader

[18+] wc: ~1.8k summary: Alejandro wakes you from a nap. masterlist | AO3

warnings: NSFW, some proofreading, pre-established relationship, alejandro and reader own a ranch/hacienda, oral (f! receiving), unprotected sex, no physical descriptions of reader besides them being plus-sized

a/n: the latina in this speaks spanish however all latinas are welcome! there are so many different languages spoken by our people ♡ ♡ ♡

It’s probably the closest thing there is to paradise. And of course, Alejandro wouldn't have it any other way.

He built this ranch mostly for you, for his wife to have the house she always dreamed of. Acres upon acres of rolling hills, orchids filled with avocados and oranges, pastures full of sheep, chickens, horses–a testament of his love for you.

Most of the time, the rancho is busy with people tending to its daily tasks. But today, on a Sunday, it's empty. Alejandro is downtown picking up feed for the horses and you’re home alone, having finished the chores inside the house.

With a towel and book in hand, you walk towards a cluster of trees. You lay on the soft towel and let the slight breeze pass over your skin. The weather is perfect and the enormous trees provide you with shade from the warm sun.

It’s no surprise that you end up falling asleep. You’re not sure how long it's been since you’ve dozed off, but familiar hands begin to caress your sides.

“Princesa,” Alejandro coos, “I couldn’t find you inside the house. I thought you were hiding from me.” [Princess]

You let out a slow hi papi, still in that headspace of not quite awake but not quite asleep. Alejandro makes room for himself between your thighs, pushing them open to accommodate his broad hips. He rocks into you slowly, pressing himself right on your warm cunt. [daddy]

You keep your eyes closed, still too sleepy to pay attention to him.

“Where’d you get this from?” Alejandro asks, tugging on the string of your bikini.

It’s tiny, not doing much to cover you. It leaves all of your plush skin out on display, and Alejandro takes full advantage. He leans over you and bites the apples of your cheeks in little nips that slowly rouse you from sleep.

He presses a kiss on your mouth, teasing his tongue on your lips until you let out a soft moan, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your warm mouth.

He licks inside of you, using his hand to cup your jaw and keep you still. Before you can sink your fingers in his hair, Alejandro moves down. He pulls the triangles of your bikini to the side and sucks your nipple into his mouth. The heat of his mouth and the scratchiness of his beard have you grinding on the bulge of his jeans.

With a soft pop, he lets your nipple go and moves to the other one to do the same. Alejandro keeps going down, sinking his teeth into the skin on your ribs and belly, loving how plump it is, enough for him to bite down.

“Que delicia.” [How delicious]

“Papi–”

“Shh, mi amor,” he murmurs, undoing the string of your bottoms, “papi te dará lo que necesites.” [Daddy will give you what you need]

Your pussy begins to pulse with heat, already knowing what’s going to happen. Alejandro quickly yanks your bikini off and throws both pieces to the side. He moves over you again, kissing your lips then trailing down until he reaches your lower belly.

“Just lay there and relax for me. Okay?” he murmurs.

You nod, happy to be with your husband and willing to take whatever pleasure he gives you. Alejandro positions himself between your thighs, raising goosebumps with each kiss he presses to your skin.

“Hermosa,” he whispers, blowing cool air on your slick pussy, “all this, sólo para mí.” [Beautiful, just for me]

With a rough stroke, he gathers your sweet slick on his tongue. You cry out and sink your fingers in the towel to anchor yourself. Alejandro flicks his tongue over the sensitive swell of your clit, drawing little swirls and what you think is his name.

He bites your inner thighs and rubs his beard on your skin. It stings in such sweet pleasure that all you can do is pull at the towel and grass. His tongue dips into your tight cunt and you both moan at the same time; him from the taste and you from the sensitivity.

Alejandro’s fingers have sunk into your thighs and lower belly to keep you in place. He moves one hand down to slowly press his middle finger into you.

“You like that, princesa?” he teases as he hears you cry out.

“More, more,” you chant.

He presses his ring finger inside and moves faster, curling his fingers into your g-spot and making you see spots of white in your vision. Alejandro’s tongue goes back to drawing circles on your clit.

You bring a hand up to twist your swollen nipples, knowing that Alejandro likes to watch you play with your tits while he eats at your pussy. He works his fingers faster, using your slick to stretch you open for his cock. The hot twinge in your core spreads up to your swollen tits and down to the tips of your toes as you come on his face.

“Ale–papi” you stutter, unable to finish your sentence.

Alejandro quickly switches, using his thumb to rub fast circles on your clit while he buries his face in the gush of your pussy. You scream his name over and over, feeling his tongue dip into you and through your folds. You rub your cunt on his face and over the roughness of his beard.

He sinks both hands into your thighs and keeps you pressed tight to his face. You try to push away when the sensitivity becomes too much but he growls out a harsh no and buries his face to your cunt, lapping at your clit until you're unraveling all over again.

Your hands are useless. You’re far too weak at this point to push Alejandro away. Beautiful numbness has spread through every centimeter of your body, leaving you in a sweaty heap on the towel. Alejandro presses a soft kiss on your mound, slowly trailing up until he can slip his tongue into your mouth. He makes you taste yourself, fucks his tongue into your mouth with the same intensity he used on your cunt.

“Open,” he murmurs.

With your jaw in his hand, you open your mouth slightly and watch through half-lidded eyes as he spits. It lands right on your tongue and before you can even swallow, Alejandro is licking into your mouth once more. He presses his hard bulge right onto your swollen cunt and rubs the rough material over your skin.

With one more kiss, he pushes back on his knees and unzips his pants. There is a slight wet patch from where he grinded against you. Alejandro doesn’t bother taking off his clothes. He’s far too gone to shake off his flannel and jeans. He also prefers moments like these, when you’re completely naked underneath him and all he has to do is pull out his hard cock from his pants.

“Spread your legs, princesa,” he orders. “Wider–there we go.”

With his cock in his hand, he lightly drags the large tip from your drippy hole to your clit. The numbness you felt from your orgasm slowly turns back into heat as Alejandro pushes inside of you. You mewl from the stretch of his cock, sounding like a needy kitten writhing on the ground.

“Enough,” he scolds, “you can take it.”

Your mouth opens in a perfect o-shape as you throw your head back onto the ground the moment he reaches the end of you. His hands travel all over your body, touching and massaging your skin. Alejandro grinds into you, allowing you to accommodate to the stretch.

“Will you be good for me, princesa?” Alejandro murmurs in a low voice that makes your pussy squeeze around his cock. “Fuck–will, will you let me fuck you?”

You reach for his hand that rests on your lower belly and link your fingers with his. “Por favor, papi,” you whisper. [Please daddy]

Alejandro wastes no time, immediately pulling out then plunging back into you. He keeps your hand linked in his as he uses his strong body to thrust into your tight cunt. The roughness of his jeans rub on your sensitive skin, heightening every nerve ending on your body.

“Princesa perfecta, hermosa,” he praises from above. “Made just f–just for me.” [Perfect princess, beautiful]

You hear high pitched whimpers and it’s not until you focus, do you realize that they’re coming from you. “All y–yours,” you stutter.

A thin layer of sweat covers your body despite the breeze in the air. Alejandro’s large hands slip beneath your hips, angling you up so he can go even deeper. The new angle is perfect, each thrust rubbing against the soft spot inside of you.

“Touch your tits for me,” Alejandro pleads. “Quiero ver.” [I want to see]

You quickly move your fingers to squeeze your breasts. It sends shocks straight down to your pussy with each pinch to your nipples. Alejandro groans at the sight and increases the speed of his thrusts. The front of his jeans are soaked at this point, but he keeps fucking into you.

He praises you, rains down pretty words that come directly from his heart. Toda mía, mi princesa, te amo he repeats over and over again. His eyes hold yours, full of so much devotion. Alejandro’s brow pinches and his jaw clenches. You can tell that he’s close. [All mine, my princess, I love you]

“Need to come,” he grunts, “te necesito ahí conmigo.” [I need you there with me]

One of his hands moves to swipe through the slick of your joined bodies and rub your clit. Both of your hands reach for the ground and pull at the grass as warmth washes over your body in waves. It starts off slow, building with each swipe of his thumb. Pleasure once again burns your body, igniting you to your core.

Alejandro whimpers slightly, feeling the tight flutter and gush of your pussy. His movements become harsh and sloppy. You can see tiny rivulets of sweat travel down the tendons of his neck. His eyes become darker and his hands only sink more into your skin until he’s finishing inside of you. Loud groans escape his mouth with each thrust of his hips. His cum paints your tight walls and you squeeze, draining every drop from him.

“Dios mi—fuck,” he groans, throwing his head.

He grinds into you, making sure you’re filled and stuffed full of him. Little shivers shake his body but he keeps upright, breathing slowly. He looks down at you and smiles, loving how sweaty and thoroughly fucked you look.

“Qué hermoso domingo, ¿no?” he asks. [What a beautiful Sunday, no?]

You give him a silly smile and nod. “Hermosísimo.” [So beautiful]

#alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x female reader #alejandro vargas x latina reader #alejandro vargas smut #cod x reader #cod mw2 x female reader #alejandro vargas #cod mw2 smut #shadowlali

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nctsplug02 · 1 year

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Omggh I need more milf reader😫 your last post was so good!!!!

[11:21PM]

GENRE: fluff and smut

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, flirting, kissing, CNC and hot parents.

featuring: sungchan as their baby, jaemin as their teen son, dreamies (with mark this time) as jaemins best friends.

!REMINDER! there is a slight CNC scene in this post!

“mom?” jaemin calls out with his friends following behind him. “yes—? oh, hi boys.” your hair was damp and your towel clung onto your figure like a koala on a tree.

“i’m sorry. i just got out of the pool.” you held the asleep 13 month old to your chest. “it’s fine, mom. did you want me to put sungchan down?” you smile, that’s your well mannered boy. “if it isn’t too much to ask.” jaemin shakes his head and rushes over to you, taking the boy from you. “nonsense, mom. i’m always here to help.”

jaemin leaves with the boy in his arms leaving you alone with his friends.

“hey, boys. you guys hungry for anything?” the boys look at each other before nodding. “okay, is there anything specific you boys would like to eat? i could make tteokbokki.. stir-fry, alfredo?”

you slid the towel off and unfolded jaehyuns hoodie.

“s—spaghetti?” mark the oldest, asks. “sure, markie. anything else?” they stay silent. “garlic bread— i make one of the best!” you cheer while slipping on jaehyuns hoodie. “y—yes.” they say and watch as you slip the fabric around your breasts.

“alrighty, you boys get comfortable. i’m gonna start on the garlic bread first.” you disappear into the kitchen and they melt.

haechan presses his cheek against the wall with a moan. “the day mrs jeong and mr jeong get divorced— i’m making a move.” chenle shoves the teen.

“don’t disrespect their marriage like that.” jaemin suddenly pops up. “who’s marriage?” haechan stands up straight. “uh, mine in the future.” he says with a head nod. “o..kay— anyway, let’s go upstairs! my dad got me this sick game yesterday!” they follow jaemin upstairs.

“m—?” jaemins mouth gets covered and his body is snatched back before he can even enter the kitchen. the others look around the corner to find you against the counter with jaehyun behind you.

“honey,” you giggle. “i have to tell the kids that dinner is ready!” you squeal and then moan when he nips your neck. “mmm, they can wait a little.” jaehyun runs his hands under the large hoodie and pinches your nipples.

you tilt your head back and jaehyun begins sucking your neck. “a—and i have to get sungchan from his cr—crib— oh, my god.” you gasp feeling his hands slide into your shorts.

jaemin finally pushes haechan away and wipes his face clean. “mom,” you and jaehyun quickly pull away. “is dinner ready?” you nod and attempt to push jaehyun away with your knee.

“come help set the table?” jaemin nods and looks back at his friends who gave displeasing faces. “i think i made enough for everyone— hopefully i did.” you say holding the bowl of spaghetti noodles.

“mrs jeong!” you look up to see chenle holding sungchan who giggled while jisung tickled him. “ahh, my baby boy’s awake.” you hand the bowl off to jaehyun and you collect the boy from chenle.

“hi mister! did you have a good nap?” you turn to chenle and you pinch his cheek before rubbing it— soothing the slight pinkness. “thank you, dear.” chenle ignores the burning sensation on the tip of his ears and nods. “of course, mrs jeong! i’m happy to help.”

you look back and step aside when jaemin attempts to slide past you and sungchan. “sorry, mom.” jaemin says and sets down the plates and utensils. “no, im sorry. i was in the way.”

you move to the kitchen where your husband was at, still holding the bowl of noodles. “honey, go set it down.” jaehyun softly chuckles when realizing that he was holding the bowl of noodles. “sorry.”

“now, you.” you sit sungchan down on the island. “should we try eating some peas, today?” sungchan whines and you frown. “guess that’s a no— what about.. ou, banana?” sungchan claps his hands with a forced laugh. “so, a yes!”

“sweetheart,” you hum— your eyebrows softly lifting up. “it’s time for bed, ma.” you crack your eyes open to see your husband in front of you, his hands holding your jaw.

“the movie’s over, it’s time for bed.” you sit up and yawn, your arms and legs stretching before you sit still.

“sweetheart,” jaehyun pokes your cheek. “bed.” you nod and wrap your arms around jaehyuns neck. “okay.” he softly chuckles and stands up with his hands under your thighs.

he lays you on the bed and you quickly sit up. “the boys—?” jaehyun lays you back down. “they’re in jaemins room. they’ve been in there since the movie ended.”

“and sungchan?” jaehyun kisses your forehead. “i put him to bed before i woke you up.” you sigh and nod. “don’t worry, okay?” you nod and jaehyun joins you in bed.

“love you, g’night ma.” he kisses your cheek. “g’night, baby.”

several minutes your legs are straddling him and his hands on your hips. “stop humping me, babe.” jaehyun laughs and you whine. “it feels good.” you whine.

jaehyun tsks and lifts his hips, his sweats are yanked down before he pulls your shorts down. “this’ll feel better.” you moan when he slips in his cock.

“but, i’m tired?” you whine and sigh. “should i stop then?” you shake your head. “i wanna feel good, jae.” your eyes felt heavy. “want me to continue then?” you nod.

jaehyun moves his hips up and pins your hips down. your eyes close and your body relaxes. “fuck, baby.” jaehyun sighs, pulling your ass more into his palms as he moans into your neck.

“shh, shh.” jaehyun shushes you when you whimper loudly.

jaehyun quickly finishes with a heavy sigh. “i love you, gorgeous.” he whispers and hugs you while slowly drifting off into sleep.

“i told you the sleepovers at jaemins house are the best.” haechan says, removing his ear off the wall— even with jaehyun and your room being across the hall, the walls were slightly thin.

“you guys look like creeps.” chenle says with his head rested on jisung who played the switch.

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 9 months

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Note: I know I said I wouldn't write/post a fic today, but I couldn't stop myself in my grief, and I needed a LOT of fluff as well as a coping mechanism. So here I am, with a little ode to my beloved Thor. Firefighter chapter 3, direct follow up to part 2.

Warnings: suggestive/fluff. mention of animal death, grief and a brief hint to childhood trauma.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Sihtric stuck by your side after the incident with your cat.

wordcount: 3,7k

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'Do you hate me? For what happened?'

After you saw your Mister Meow Meow under Sihtric's car, Sihtric had held you tightly wrapped in his arms, pressed against his chest. He cried just as hard as you did, and kept murmuring endless 'I'm so sorry, love,' and 'I really didn't see him,' as he held you. Sihtric eventually asked what you wanted to do with Meow Meow's body, and you said he should be buried.

'Next to the tree he always climbed in,' you sniffled, 'where you and I first met.'

Sihtric smiled softly and agreed. He wiped your tears and you tried to wipe his eyeliner, which had run down his cheeks, as best as you could. Sihtric picked Meow Meow up in his arms and carried the lifeless body inside. You figured the poor cat had been sleeping on your driveway, as usual, because no one normally used it at that hour, so it was one of his favourite spots to nap, when you'd let him out of the house. And you completely forgot that Meow Meow had escaped through the open back door when you and Sihtric had sex on the living room floor, before the BBQ. And therefore it didn't cross your mind that he could be sleeping in your driveway, but when you heard that thump, you immediately knew what had happened. At least he was asleep, you thought, so he went rather… peacefully.

You searched your attic for a box in which your furry friend would fit, and you draped it with a soft cloth. Sihtric had cleaned Meow Meow up as best as he could, and carefully laid him inside the box, then stood back and let you do your thing. You petted Meow Meow on his little head and pressed a soft kiss to it, then you put some of his favourite toys in the box with him, as well as a few cat treats he loved.

'Maybe he'll need a snack on his way,' you sobbed with shocking shoulders.

Sihtric wrapped his arm around you as you both looked down into the box, and he held you tight when you broke out in tears again.

'Do you wish to bury him now?' Sihtric asked after a few minutes, wiping a tear from his own face, 'it's quite late. I mean, I don't mind it, love, I'll dig a hole right now if you want. But maybe you want to wait until the morning?'

'Maybe it's better in the morning,' you sniffled, 'it's really dark out there, near the tree.'

Sihtric agreed, kissed your forehead and cupped your cheeks. 'Can I do anything for you right now, sweetheart, tell me?'

'Will you s-stay here with me?' you fought your tears, 'tonight? I'd like to sleep at… at my house now.'

Sihtric looked at you, compassionately, and he pressed another soft kiss to your forehead, then to your lips.

'Of course, doll,' he whispered, 'but I do really have to stop by my place to feed… you know,' he struggled to say 'his cat', afraid you'd resent him for still having a breathing cat at home.

'I know,' you said, 'you should go and feed Dog,' you smiled lightly at the silly name of his cat, 'and give him a cuddle for me.'

'I will,' Sihtric smiled softly, 'will you be okay here for like half an hour?'

'Yeah,' you looked back at Meow Meow, 'it'll give me some time alone to say goodbye, I guess.'

Sihtric studied you, desperately hoping you would be okay.

'I'll be okay,' you reassured him when you saw the look in his eyes, 'it'll just be weird, to sleep without a cat on the bed, you know?'

'I know,' Sihtric said, 'I promise I'll be back soon, okay?'

He pecked your face all over and then kissed your lips again. 'See you in a bit, babe,' he whispered before he kissed your cheek.

And when Sihtric drove off your driveway, he started sobbing behind the wheel. Another animal died because of me, he thought.

After an ugly crying session, you managed to somewhat compose yourself again. You closed the box and placed Mister Meow Meow safely on the table. You found peace knowing that the cat was already of age and half deaf. He had a good life full of cuddles and treats,and in the morning you'd say your last goodbye. With that thought you went upstairs and changed into your pyjamas.

Not much later Sihtric rang your doorbell, and as you opened the door, Sihtric ran back to his car.

'I hope you don't mind I brought someone,' Sihtric smiled when he walked back up to you, holding his own adorable, black cat in his arms.

'Dog!' you cried out, and started sobbing again, 'of course I don't mind,' you said and took the cat in your arms.

Dog was Sihtric's emotional support cat, and if there's anything you needed, it was emotional support.

After some strong doctor's advice, Sihtric was matched up with Dog about two years ago, after a lot of childhood trauma had spilled out during long overdue therapy sessions. Sihtric hadn't given you a lot of details, except that his trauma was caused by his father, and that it led to Sihtric having severe panic attacks when he was alone at home often. And Sihtric said he's been doing so much better ever since he got Dog.

When Sihtric got home to feed Dog that night, before returning to you, he broke out in tears again and laid down on his kitchen floor. Dog ran up to him immediately, licking his face and jumping on his chest. And then Sihtric knew he had to bring his cat with him. Sihtric was afraid he'd freak out at night, at your place, if he started to spiral about him accidentally killing Meow Meow, but he also knew you would feel better too with Dog around.

You sat on your bed, on top of the sheets as you played with Dog, who was easily entertained while doing his job of making you, and Sihtric, feel happier and more calm. Sihtric sat back, shirtless, against your bed's headboard, and the sheets covered him from his hips down. You were too busy with Dog to glance over your shoulder, but if you had done so, you would've found Sihtric's eyes on you.

Sihtric stared at you with his heavy-lidded and completely in love mismatched eyes. A soft smile graced his face and he felt his heart ache inside his chest. Sihtric wished he knew how to express his feelings for you, but he didn't even know if there was a way, or if there would ever be a word that could express what he felt for you.

I'm going to marry her, Sihtric thought as he looked at you. He suddenly smiled wider and lightly shook his head to himself. You only met her like two months ago, you idiot, he argued with himself. Yeah, but I love her. She's just… perfect. I can't even imagine not having her in my life anymore. Am I going too fast? He furrowed his brow. Maybe, Sihtric lightly shrugged at his inner dialogue. Okay, maybe. But… proposing doesn't mean you have to get married fast. You can be engaged for years. Sihtric nodded, that is true, he thought. And he snapped out of his thoughts when he heard your soft giggle, when Dog jumped in your lap and started purring as he headbutted his soft head against yours. Oh, fucking… gods, Sihtric exhaled sharply at the sight of you and his cat. She'll be my death regardless, the little valkyrie she is, he smiled at himself again and a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

You turned and found Sihtric smiling at himself.

'What are you up to?' you smiled.

'Hm?' Sihtric snapped out of his thoughts again, 'oh, n-nothing,' he blushed.

'Sure,' you chuckled, 'well, I think we should go to sleep. I'm exhausted,' you said and joined him under the covers.

You faced Sihtric and he snuck his arm around your waist under the blankets, pulling you a little closer against his body, and your legs tangled together. Dog settled down on Sihtric's pillow, resting his fluffy body against the top of Sihtric's head, as the cat always did when Sihtric wasn't laying down on his back. Otherwise Dog would sleep on Sihtric's chest, as the cat was trained to monitor Sihtric's breathing. If it would suddenly spike, the cat knew something was off and would distract Sihtric in any way possible. And you thought Dog was a blessing for watching over the love of your life like that.

'I… have to ask,' Sihtric spoke softly, 'do you- do you hate me? For what happened?'

'Hate y-,' you frowned, 'Sihtric,' you sighed and chuckled, 'of course I don't hate you, how can you possibly think that? It was an accident. I don't blame you, honey,' you said, 'if it was me driving, the same thing would've happened. We both didn't see Meow Meow.'

'I just feel so awful, baby,' Sihtric whispered and pressed is forehead against yours, 'I'm so fucking sorry. This is going to haunt me…'

You hushed him sweetly and cupped his cheeks.

'Stop that,' you whispered, 'there is no reason to beat yourself up over this, okay?'

Sihtric nodded as he sniffled. 'I'm sorry, love,' he said.

'And stop saying sorry,' you chuckled lightly, 'promise me you will try to let this go? I am not mad at you, I don't blame you, and you don't need to apologise. It just happened.'

Sihtric nodded again, 'I'll try,' he said and gave you a soft smile.

He caressed your cheek with his thumb and bit down on his lip as his eyes darted over your face. He hummed soft and allowed a bigger smile to tug at his lips.

'You're so damn cute. Hm, I love you,' Sihtric whispered, then realised he had said that out loud and his eyes grew wide, 'I- I mean…' he stammered.

You stared at him with big, glossy eyes, seeing Sihtric's cheeks turn a shade of red before he tried to hide his face, but you stopped him from pulling the blankets over his head.

'You love me?' you asked after a long moment of silence.

'Well,' Sihtric chuckled nervously, 'y-yeah. I....'

'I love you too,' you blurted out.

'You do?' Sihtric looked concerned.

'Of course,' you laughed shyly, 'I… I love you.'

'Okay, but… I love you more,' Sihtric smiled a little smug, and he pulled you in for a kiss.

After you both admitted to being in love with each other, there seemed to be no more stopping. You were both emotionally exhausted, but that didn't stop neither of you from whispering 'I love you' in between soft kisses and cuddles for hours on end, until you finally fell asleep. And it seemed that the more affection you showed to Sihtric, the more smothering he became, but you loved it and couldn't get enough of him.

You were glad you had been able to sleep with him that night, and with Dog, who was a much calmer sleeper than Mister Meow Meowever was, but you enjoyed his soft purring all the same. And you woke up rather early in the morning, with Sihtric next to you. You sat up and looked at him for a moment, and you smiled at the sight of the handsome firefighter in your bed, who loved you.

And you couldn't help yourself when you cuddled up to him and pressed soft kisses to his shoulder and neck, to wake him up, hoping to get some hot action.

Sihtric hummed softly and wrapped his arms around you while you continued your kisses. And the more awake and aware Sihtric became, the intenser he hummed and the bigger his smile grew.

'Hm, baby,' Sihtric husked as you pecked his neck again, 'do you know what you're starting here?'

'Mhm,' you smiled, hands moving up into his short hair, 'and I hope to finish it too.'

'Hm, fuck,' Sihtric smiled and bit down on his lip, his hands moving down to your ass.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you on top with ease, his arousal teasing you as you straddled him. You leaned in to kiss his lips, and you moved one hand down into his boxers. Sihtric's breath hitched and he hummed with a smile.

'You know what I like,' he whispered, slowly running out of breath as you worked his length with your hand.

You kept your face close to his, enjoying the expressions that twitched on his face as you pleased him.

'You like that?' you purred.

'Fuck,' Sihtric's breathing became faster, heavier, his hands squeezing your thighs, 'need you to fuck me, babe,' he moaned, 'you make me so damn horny all the time,' he breathed heavily, 'come on, doll, let me have you.'

And just as you wanted to pull down his boxers, Sihtric's cat leaped onto his chest.

'What the-,' you blinked and sat back up.

'Fuck!' Sihtric hissed, 'not now!' he groaned and shoved the cat off, but Dog wasn't having it, and jumped back on his chest.

Then you realised the cat probably thought Sihtric was in a state of panic, as his breathing was hard, fast and heavy. And you started to laugh.

'Fucking… gods,' Sihtric sighed and chuckled, 'really, Dog? This is exactly why you sleep downstairs when she's over,' he hissed at his cat, regretting he brought him right now.

You cackled and got off Sihtric.

'God,' you snorted, 'that's a cockblock, huh?'

Sihtric muttered and hid his face behind his hands.

'Shit,' he said, 'I'm sorry, baby.'

'It's fine,' you laughed, 'we'll make up for this later,' you smiled and pecked his cheek, 'but Dog will stay downstairs then.'

After you both had breakfast, you carried the box with Mister Meow Meow outside as Sihtric had dug a hole. You were kinda glad that your nosy neighbours weren't able to move back into their house yet after the fire, so you could bury your cat in private, without them lurking through the window.

'You okay, love?' Sihtric asked as you lowered the box into the ground, his hand on your shoulder.

'Yeah,' you sniffled and got up from your knees.

Sihtric wrapped his arm around you, and like last night, you both stared down at the box. But this time it was closed, and in the ground.

'Thank you for everything, Meow Meow, I will always love you. I'll never forget you,' you said softly, 'you've given me so much joy and love. You were one of a kind. You were my best friend in a way too. And,' you chuckled, wiping away a tear, 'because of you I met the love of my life,' you said and looked up at Sihtric.

Sihtric smiled sweetly at you and kissed your hair when you had said your last words to Mister Meow Meow.

'And here I thought Meow Meow would one day be the death of me,' Sihtric chuckled softly and then choked up.

'I promise,' you squeezed Sihtric's waist, 'Meow Meow did this on purpose, to mess with you one last time,' you chuckled, 'he knew you were competition.'

'Smart bastard he was,' Sihtric smiled, 'he really was competition. We both wanted your heart.'

'And you boys were too foolish to know you both already had it.'

'Oh, doll,' Sihtric sighed and kissed your lips with a soft hum. 'Listen, Meow Meow,' he said and looked at the box, 'I promise I'll look after her for you and take care of her.'

A few weeks had passed since your beloved Mister Meow Meow had been buried, and Sihtric had been subtly prying if you wanted a new cat. You said you did, but not a kitten, as cute as they were. You wanted to adopt one from a shelter some time soon, as your house was rather empty without Meow Meow in it. Sihtric had stayed over with Dog most of the time, but some nights required you both to sleep apart due to your jobs, and then Dog would not be around you either. During those nights you simply realised you really needed the company of a furry friend.

And Sihtric went to a shelter behind your back some time later. He knew you loved any cat, but you had a soft spot for big fluffy cats, and Sihtric couldn't believe his eyes when he spotted a rather young, white Norwegian Forest Cat waiting to be adopted. Apparently his owner had passed away in a tragic car accident about a month ago, and Sihtric felt it was destiny. It took a few days to arrange everything, and every day Sihtric went to the shelter, without telling you, to lowkey bond with the cat. Sihtric had also stolen one of your shirts and left it with the cat, so he'd get used to your smell already and would recognise you as his new owner, while Sihtric would sort of be his owner too, as he was the one to rescue him.

About a week later Sihtric finally got the call that he could pick up the cat. The shelter had given him a brand new collar and name tag, and Sihtric couldn't wait to surprise you. But first, he made a stop at a jewellery store.

'You better not let me down, buddy,' Sihtric said to your surprise cat as he tied a little handwritten note to its collar.

Sihtric got out of his car and carried the big box that held your new pet over to your door. He rang your doorbell and anxiously bit down on his lip, as he couldn't fidget with his rings.

'Sihtric,' you smiled, then saw the large box in his hand, 'are you finally officially moving in?' you laughed.

Sihtric's eyes grew big.

'You'd want me to move in?'

'Well… I mean… I- I wouldn't mind,' you felt your cheeks heat up, 'a-are you moving in?'

Sihtric's heart jumped out of his chest, and he shook his head to bring his attention back to the box in his hands.

'No, I mean… well, eh,' Sihtric sighed and tried to collect his thoughts, 'I have a gift for you,' he smiled.

You let him inside and wondered what on earth he was up to.

'Sit down, baby,' Sihtric said, barely able to contain his nerves as you did what he asked.

'Are you okay?'

'Fine,' Sihtric swallowed hard, 'look, so, eh… I mean… I guess it's… maybe a bit … fast. But- but if you really want me to move in-'

'I'd love that,' you smiled, 'maybe it's fast, but… everything just feels right with you. I just - I don't want to be without you anymore,' you said, and Sihtric blushed.

'I don't want to be without you anymore either,' Sihtric smiled, 'and then… eh, this… I guess this,' he looked at the box in his hands, 'this is… a… somewhat of a… moving in gift,' he chuckled.

He placed the box in front of your feet and told you to open it.

'Oh my god!' you yelled upon the sight of the adorable white cat, 'Sihtric!? What… what…' your eyes teared up right away, 'is… f…for me… mine?'

'He's yours, my love,' Sihtric said, and tried to keep his nerves in check. And he also desperately tried to not cry at your happiness.

'Oh my god!' you cried out again, 'what… when… ohh,' you cooed when the cat allowed you to pick him up with ease, and he licked your face. 'Oh my god, how cute are y- oh, what's this?' you frowned, and then read the note on his collar.

Hi, my name is Thor. I needed a new owner as I lost my previous one. I wish to keep my new mom company for as long as I live… and that handsome guy over there wishes to have my new mom's company for as long as he lives.

'Wha- I don't… Sihtric?'' you said, confused while being a crying mess.

And when you looked over at Sihtric, he got down on one knee as he held a box with a stunning ring in his slightly trembling hand up to you.

'My love,' Sihtric said, hoarsely, fighting his tears as well as a feeling of panic, and Dog ran up to him. 'You are just… everything I have ever dreamed of,' Sihtric continued, 'and every morning when I wake up without you, I am terrified that you truly were just a dream. So… I only wish to wake up next to you, every day, for the rest of my life,' he swallowed a sob and took your hand, 'baby, please,' he smiled as his tears fell down, 'will you marry me and dream with me every night, and wake up with me every morning?'

Sihtric stared at you with big, watery eyes. And he held his breath when you stared back at him, hugging your new cat while Sihtric held your hand.

'Y-yes,' you let out a sob, 'Sihtric, of course!'

Sihtric exhaled sharp with relief and almost passed out for a second, but then managed to slip the ring around your finger and he grabbed your face, kissing you all over as you both cried.

'I love you,' Sihtric whispered, almost desperately.

'I love you more,' you sniffled, 'I never want to fall asleep or wake up without you ever again.'

'Neither do I,' Sihtric smiled as he looked down into your eyes, 'but I love you more.'

And right as Sihtric taunted you, your new fur baby, Thor, let out a loud meow as he pushed himself in between you and Sihtric.

'Looks like you have competition again,' you sniffled and smiled.

'I'm willing to share you with them,' Sihtric chuckled as Dog started to interfere too, 'but not in the bedroom,' he said firmly as he looked at his new, put together family, 'in the bedroom, she's all mine, you guys got that?'

'Only at night, or when the door is closed,' you laughed.

'That is fair,' Sihtric agreed. He kissed your lips and then smiled cheekily, 'I kinda need you in the bedroom now,' Sihtric said, 'with the door closed.'

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epicawsomeusername · 2 months

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I freeze. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the forest. I see him. A large, blue dragon with what looks like fur sneaking through the trees. I grip the hilt of my sword. A prize like this will definitely get me noticed as a dragon hunter. I take a step forward before I freeze again. He’s looking at me. His large, golden eyes stare into my soul.

I charge at him, my sword raised. He raises a paw and effortlessly knocks the sword out of my hand. I stumble back against a tree. He lowers his head and growls at me. “I don’t want to fight you.”

“Don’t try to reason with me. I know you’re kind. You burn villages and end countless lives just for entertainment!” I hiss. He rolls his eyes at me.

“The town likes me,” he growls. “Tell me, did you ask anyone in town about me?”

My eyes widen. “No, why-”

He snarls at me, showing off his sharp teeth. “Of course you didn’t.” He scoffs. “Do you know what I do?”

“N-no, I-”

“I help people. I provide a safe haven for those in need of protection and comfort.” He lifts his head up, standing up tall. He’s sniffs the it a bit before looking back down at me. “When’s the last time you slept?” He asks. He still sounds grumpy and annoyed.

“I-I don’t know, why?”

He rolls his eyes once more and growls at me. “Great. Another cocky adventure that I have to take care of.” He extends a large paw, motioning for me to climb on it. “Come on.”

I look down at his paw, then back up at him. I hesitate. He growls before gently scooping me up in his paw and placing me on his soft, fluffy back. He’s so warm. His fur is so soft and fluffy against my skin. It’s comforting. He carry’s me through the forest, grumbling as he does so.

It’s getting dark when I wake up. I’m still snuggled up on his back. He walks into a cave. My eyes widen when I see inside. It’s cozily decorated. Large, soft cushions pile up around a large fireplace. The floor is covered with soft carpets. Exotic plants decorate the walls and low hanging twinkle lights bathe the room in a warm light. The scent is nostalgic and comforting. I look around. There are people napping by the fireplace. His gentle voice fills my ears. “This is my den. It’s a safe haven for those in need.”

He carry’s me towards the back of his den where some natural hot springs he gently sets me down. “Go clean yourself off. I’ll get ya some clean clothes.” He leaves me alone.

He comes back a few minutes later. I’m already relaxing in the hot springs. My muscles feel loose and relaxed for the first time in ages. My mind is at ease and the tension and pain built up in my shoulders has disappeared. He places some clean clothes on the ground and gently nuzzles me. His presence alone is comforting.

“Cmon, kiddo.” He says in a soothing voice. “Ya can’t stay in here too long, otherwise your body will over heat and you’ll get nightmares.”

I chuckle. “Just a little longer.”

He rolls his eyes and snorts. “Alright. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

I sigh and reluctantly step out of the hot springs. I pull on the clean clothes he got me. They’re loose fitting and soft. He looks down at me. “Now, I got a nice, comfy bed in back that you could snooze in, or you could sleep by the fireplace, or you could sleep with me. Take your pick.”

I pause for a moment. Part of me still doesn’t trust him because he’s a dragon, but he looks so soft and warm… he chuckles at me. “Alright.”

My eyes widen. “What? I didn’t even say anything!”

He chuckles again. “I can sense your thoughts and emotions, kiddo. It’s okay to want to sleep with me, lots of people do. I’m basically a big teddy bear.”

He gently scoops me up one more and places me on his back. My thoughts are racing. Can he read my thoughts? I’m snapped out of my panic when he gently sets me down on a large pillow in the center of the main room. He lays down and gently snuggles me between his two fluffy front legs. He’s so soft and warm. My mind starts to drift off. I can’t focus on anything. I already feel so sleepy.

He looks down at me. “Goodnight, kiddo.” He mumbles as I drift off to sleep.

No vore in this but I thought it was a wholesome idea.

I came up with the idea that max turned his den into a safe haven for people and I wanted to write about it. I also had the idea that he would be able to control people’s dreams, preventing them from having nightmares and stuff but I didn’t really feel like writing it.

#vore talk #safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #endosoma #protection vore #comfort vore

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in1-nutshell · 6 months

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how would the maximals react to bot buddy that takes care of their sparkling alone.

I have been actually thinking about doing a piece on a single parent before but never got around to it! Lets see a little in the life of single parent Buddy and their little sparkling.

Hope you enjoy!

Maximals reaction to Bot Buddy being a single parent to a sparkling

SFW, familial, platonic, Cybertronian/ Bot reader

Beast wars

Optimus Primal

Best Ape Dad.

He has deep respect for Buddy.

Not only are they balancing their duties on board the ship and scouting missions, but also making time for their sparkling.

If Optimus sees Buddy having a particularly slow day or looks like they are about to collapse at any moment he tells them to take a break and let him and the team look after the sparkling for a bit.

“Take a break Buddy, you’ve done enough today.”--Optimus

Sorry Primal but someone needs to look after them.”--Buddy

“Yes, and while it’s admirable that you still want to do that, you need to rest. The team will help look after them. I promise nothings going to happen to them on my watch.”--Optimus

He is in the top 5 best babysitters on board the ship.

When Buddy is out cold, he takes the sparkling in his arms and performs the rest of his duties. If they behave extra well, he’ll take them out flying around the base’s grounds.

Rhinox

Rhino Uncle.

Since Rhinox mainly stays at the base, unless told otherwise, he is a familiar face to Buddy and their sparkling.

It makes them a bit closer, as Buddy’s main work goes to the base. Rhinox is one of the first to spot if Buddy is having a slow day or looks like they are about to drop.

“Buddy, you’re doing it again.”--Rhinox

“It’s time already?”--Buddy

“You know it Buddy, now, hand over the sparkling.”--Rhinox

He makes a mini carrier strap to put the sparkling on his chassis while he works. He gives the sparkling little toys he makes out of some spare parts that are safe to use.

He does use his beast mode too often when the sparkling is around, he doesn’t feel like he has as much control of his huge steps as in his bi-pede mode.

Reigning in at the top 5 best babysitters.

Cheetor

Best Older Cat Brother.

Buddy has gained a new child. Cheetor doesn’t mind it too much, though, he always wanted a little sibling in a way.

He doesn’t know how Buddy does all this stuff.

He does try and help with the sparkling from time to time, Cheetor is good with kids after all.

While he does spot Buddy’s slow days a bit later than the others, He makes sure that Buddy does sit out for a break.

“Hey Buddy, you’re a bit slow today.”--Cheetor

“Well not everyone can be as fast as you Cheetor.”--Buddy

“Yeah, but I can take the kid if you want. I’ll make sure they are okay, and you can take a nap! That sounds like fun.”--Cheetor

“…I suppose—Hey Cheetor!”--Buddy

“We are going to have so much fun!”--Cheetor

He has enough energy to keep up with the kid and their activities. Constantly racing or carrying the sparkling as he races around the base or base grounds.

Top 5 best babysitters.

Rattrap

Rat Uncle.

He has a soft spot for the two of them. He tries to deny it, everyone knows otherwise.

He is constantly on Buddy for overworking themselves. Rattrap will take the kid if Buddy looks like they are going to drop without saying anything else.

“Rattrap!”--Buddy

“Yeah?”--Rattrap

“Give me my sparkling back.”--Buddy

“… I know I did not hear you say that while you’re swaying side to side like a palm tree.”--Rattrap

“… point taken. Just make sure they get nap time this time.”--Buddy

“You go take a ‘nap time’.”--Rattrap

He makes a decent babysitter, just don’t take too long if not he is going to show the sparkling a few new swear words and how to make a bomb using a paperclip.

Dinobot

Dino Uncle.

Dinobot was honestly surprised to see Buddy with a sparkling when he joined the Maximals, it gives him conflicting feelings.

What if he hadn’t joined and continued to fight for the Predacons? What if he had shot Buddy or assisted in injuring them?

The sparkling would be left without a parent. He isn’t letting that happen any time soon.

Dinobot takes a bit to spot Buddy having their slow days, mainly he wont take the hint unless he sees Buddy about to fall or Rattrap making it obvious.

“Sooo… you gonna help Buddy out or what?”--Rattrap

“Why? They look fine.”--Dinobot

Buddy tittering and tottering like a drunk bot on a day of celebration

“… I’ll get the child.”--Dinobot

He is a decent babysitter but isn’t left alone for too long as he will give the sparking to the next Maximal.

Tigatron and Airazor

Auntie Birdy and Uncle Big Cat.

They absolutely adore the sparkling. Both have mad respect for Buddy.

Taking on the role of parenthood while still at war and doing a good job? Buddy is taking that on like a chap.

Since they work out of base for most missions, they don’t interact too much with Buddy or the sparkling but when they do, they make sure to give Buddy a break from sparkling duties and get out of the stuffy base for a bit.

“Come Buddy, its such a nice day outside.”--Airazor

“But what about—”--Buddy

“Tigatron has them taken care of. Now come.”--Airazor

The pair are on neutral grounds of babysitting. They would be ranked higher if they were around much more.

Silverbolt and Blackarachnia

Silverbolt is on Buddy and the sparkling from the get-go.

He is making it his job every time that Buddy gets out of the base that they come back safe and sound to their sparkling.

Blackarachnia like Dinobot has some conflicting feelings about the two after turning to the Maximals.

When she was with the Predacons she didn’t know about the sparkling.

She does feel a bit guilty thinking about all the times she had nearly got Buddy offline in the past whether directly or indirectly. She tries not to think about it too much.

Blackarachina is usually the first to spot that Buddy is overworking themselves. She does not go easy on them for skipping on the taking care of themselves.

“Buddy! You’re doing that thing again! Ugh! Can’t believe—”--Blackarachina

“Um… what are you doing—Hey!”--Buddy

“Silverbolt, keep Tiny occupied.”--Blackarachnia

“As you wish my love. And Buddy, just go with it.”--Silverbolt

“Go with what?”--Buddy

She makes sure Buddy gets some TLC; she makes them promise not to tell anyone of this interaction.

Like she says she doesn’t care. (Liar).

#transformers #transformers x reader #beast wars #bw optimus primal #rhinox #bw dinobot #bw rattrap #tigatron #cheetor #airazor #silverbolt #blackarachnia #beast wars x platonic reader

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neotomiccccc · 8 months

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LONG POST INCOMING sorry

Anyway. Here's some assorted Shane headcanons of mine about his life after marrying and moving onto the farm, enjoy

🌄 Morning:

• It is difficult to get him out of bed. It probably always will be. That's okay, because getting out of bed can be really difficult.

• Usually the farmer leaves him to get up in his own time.

• On some difficult days he won't get out of bed at all except for necessities like the bathroom, and water.

• Otherwise, once he's up and awake he tends to put the TV on as background noise while he makes breakfast (if it's his turn to make food)

• He's not the best cook ever, he's just learning and it's difficult, but he can do eggs on toast and an omelette - failing those, cereal.

🏙️ Daytime:

• When the farmer is gone, which is often for long hours of the day, Shane has to find some ways of occupying himself.

• The most obvious is that he spends time with his chickens - he tends to them daily and always spends some time sitting with them.

• He also lounges around and watches TV a lot. Sometimes he brings Charlie in to watch with him.

• If he can't find anything interesting to watch, then he might practice his cooking skills for a while. He's trying to become good at it!

• He still likes his video games although he doesn't often buy new ones. He's pretty comfortable playing the same thing over and over to beat his own high score. The farmer likes to get him new games sometimes for his birthday or the winter star.

• If the weather's nice and he has the energy, he might go outside and do some woodworking - he'll help to clear trees and stump so that there's less for the farmer to do. He also likes repairing the fences and paths!

• He has tried to pick up knitting, but it didn't stick. He could not stop dropping his stitches even after Emily helped him a lot.

• He likes writing. Sometimes it's stories, sometimes it's poetry, sometimes it's something he just needs to get off of his chest. His therapist recommended he write down his feelings and since then he took it up. He's quite shy about his writings and doesn't like to show anyone.

• He snacks a lot through the day - sometimes it's boredom, sometimes it's stress, sometimes he just wants to. His husband can never keep the fridge stocked for very long lol

• Almost every day, at some point he is going to take a nap. Usually on the sofa, and he often leaves the TV on for background noise. Sometimes the farmer will pop in during the day and find Shane and Charlie fast asleep pm the couch.

🌅 Evening:

• In the evening, he's always happy when his husband comes home. He doesn't particularly love being alone and enjoys the company of his partner.

• He can be clingy and loves physical touch from his husband. He'd hate it from anyone else but when he's with someone that he deeply trusts, he loves to cuddle, hug, kiss, hold hands, or just brush against each other. Verbal affection is difficult for him unless he turns it into a lighthearted joke or pun, so this is his main way of showing love.

• Speaking of jokes. Neverending dad jokes.

• Depending on the sort of day he's having, he can get really emotional. Some days it's happy tears and other days not so much. He still struggles with self loathing and alcohol relapses are inevitable.

• He's trying his best and just having someone who loves him no matter what is enough to make him start getting all mushy..

• Absolutely wants to cuddle and watch TV, cuddle and take a nap, cuddle and eat pizza, you get it

🌌 Nighttime:

• This man never sleeps a full night know that much. He's always up a few times during the night

• Can be found eating leftovers out of the fridge, pacing back and forth, having a turbulent shit, or if the sun is coming up, sitting on the porch.

• Other times he wakes up and doesn't want to leave the bed because he feels like shit. He gets clingy to the farmer when this happens.

• He snores. Loudly and obnoxiously. (But his husband doesnt care because it means he's sleeping and that's all that matters)

• He likes to sleep on his back, unless he's cuddling with his hisband in which case he'll sleep on his side. He has a knack for finding the most fucked up sleeping positions known to man and insisting it's comfortable.

• His consistently disrupted sleep is a big contributing factor to his daytime naps.

• He does like to co-sleep with Charlie and his other hens but it's not something he does all the time.

#thanks for listening to an insane man ramble everyone #its 3:30am and my own insomnia is bad tonight and im so so tired but i cant sleep #So decided to write about shane being tired but then it just turned into more #god bless #headcanons #sdv #sdv shane #shaneposting #sdv headcanons #rambling

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writersblog20 · 2 years

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A leap of faith

Henry Cavill x reader

Credits to gif maker

Summary: When one cold December morning you took a leap of faith and decided to see the part of the city that you’ve never been before and soon you come to realize how many leaps of faith you needed to take. ( a close-up to two people falling in love)

Warnings: mention of anxiety and hints to a bad mental health, reader drinks alcohol, mention of smut

Words: 4K

Love is a leap of faith

It was getting cold again and that time of the year started to get closer and closer. The city was already carefully decorated with the lights, the trees, the stores, everything screamed Christmas. Even though you just moved to a different country and didn’t know anyone yet, you’ve had the privilege to get to know yourself on a very deep level. Maybe it was the solidarity and peace you’ve discovered that you didn’t feel so alone.

Back in your home country, you’ve felt alone and depressed even though you had friends all around you but now you could see at that there was a lot of drama in your life. You had to get out and had a very deep gut feeling that you needed to leave this place and you were now certain, that you felt all of that for a reason. Even though Christmas was a month and a half away, you didn’t feel lonely. You felt okay and at peace. Maybe even the happiest than you’ve ever been.

You would lie to yourself if peace and solidarity wasn’t all you wanted in life. You were finally okay with yourself and the moment you left your country, that was where your self-love journey started. You still had a long road ahead but you already made it so far.

Today you had peaceful day but woke up very early. You looked at your clock and it was 5 am. You sighed a bit but decided to just get out. If you wanted to, you could take a nap later. You got some comfy yet warm clothes so you could get out. You made some coffee, put your headphones on and listened to some music.

You walked to your window to look down at the city. It was obviously still dark outside but you saw the city still light up. You drank your coffee while staring out of your apartment. You were very lucky with this place. You had enough space. You had a bedroom, a livingroom and a beautiful kitchen. The ceiling was high and it was just absolutely perfect already before you even made it your own little place.

You were a bit in thought and felt slightly anxious for no apparent reason so you decided to have a morning stroll after your coffee. You grabbed your coat, mittens and beanie before walking down.

You stepped out of the building complex and was greeted by snow. You smiled and felt so complete, it was all you ever dreamed off. You got some hot Christmas drink at your local coffeeshop and You made your way through the park and didn’t really come across a lot of people since it was so early. Until there came a dog running over to you. You recognized the dog from somewhere. Like you’ve seen the dog before but couldn’t really place it in your head. You looked around but there was nobody around and the dog just sat there with you. “Are you a friendly dog buddy?” The dog wagged it’s tail and you smiled slightly. You carefully petted the dog and once you noticed that it was okay, you tried searching for a collar and a tag until you heard someone shout “Kal?” You looked at the dog, who was still chilling next to you until the owner came into view.

It was Henry Cavill and you started to slightly panic. You looked around you in disbelieve but tried to gather yourself since he came closer. Kal ran to Henry, who already saw you. “I’m so sorry, he get exited some times.” Henry told you as he walked up to you. “Oh it’s okay, don’t worry about it. I like dogs so it’s just fine.” You told him with a slight giggle. You wanted to punch yourself at how cringy you felt.

Henry smiled with a bit of relief. “Thank you.” there was a silence before Henry spoke up again, seemingly out of a trance. “I’m Henry by the way and this is Kal.” He reached out his hand for you to shake. You shook his hand “Hi, I’m Y/N” you both smiled. “Are you new here?” he asked you all of a sudden and it took you a bit by surprise. “I just… come here often and haven’t seen you around. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude.” He quickly said and scratched his head from embarrassment.

You chuckled “I actually am new here. Just moved here a couple of weeks ago and I’ve never taken a walk this way before.” This time Henry looked surprised. “Oh where did you move from?” He asked you interested. You told him your home country and started chatting about it. “So you haven’t seen everything yet?” he asked you after a while laughing when you confessed that you haven’t seen a lot. You chuckled and shook your head. “Nope.”

“And your friends didn’t offer to take you this way?” you chuckled and shook your head “No, not really.” You haven’t really made friends yet but you choose to keep that for yourself yet. Henry seemed deep in thought while he looked at you. “Eh well, I have to go to work but I’m off around 5. If you’re interested, I know a couple of very good restaurants and the best places around town. I’d love to show you around.” Henry awaited your reaction while you tried to process it. “You obviously don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He added. “No, I’d actually would like that.” You told him, making him smile.

“Can I have your number?” he asked you with a smile and you gave him your phone. He put his number in it and called himself before giving the phone back to you. “I’ll text you. It was lovely to meet you Y/N, and I’ll see you tonight then.” You smiled. “It was nice meeting you too, see you tonight Henry.” You told him and you both smiled at each other before walking away.

You saw that you’ve chatted half an hour with each other. You never really went to go out with someone that you just met half an hour ago but the hell with that. You were changing and so were your habits. Besides, you were curious about this side of town. You went into town and sat down at another local coffee shop. You got some breakfast and read your book. You finished the book and decided to get a new one and a new cute outfit for tonight.

You went into a store and immediately found something nice and cute. You walked into another store for some self-care products and got into a old bookstore. You were wandering around and took your time before buying two books. You were happy with your purchases. You saw a little market and quickly bought a wine for yourself and made your way home. You checked your phone and saw a text from Henry “I’ll pick you up around 6, does that work for you?” you smiled and texted back “Absolutely, can’t wait!.”

You smiled and couldn’t believe it that you were going on a date with Henry Cavill. Was it a date? You questioned yourself and that was when doubt kicked in. You shrugged it off for now. You’ll notice when the time comes around. You laid down on the couch, your new book in hand and some candles lit. You put an alarm on so if you would fall asleep or lose track of time, you were sure to know.

At one point you got cold and decided to continue reading in the bathtub. You felt your muscles relax and got warm again. Your alarm went off, telling you that you should get ready. You put some different music on and put your new outfit on and applied some make-up. You texted Henry your address and did some finishing touches, applying some perfume until your doorbell rang. You took a deep breath, collected yourself and opened the door.

“Hey.” You smiled as you saw Henry with some flowers and wine. “Hey, I brought you flowers and some wine.” You smiled and stepped aside. “Thank you so much, come in.” You let Henry in and got the flowers and wine from him. “I didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked so I got some wine as well but then I figured, I don’t even know if you drink or like wine.” He was rambling and you chuckled. “It’s perfect, thank you very much.” He smiled.

“I like your apartment.” He told you honestly as he looked around him. “Thank you, been working on making it a cozy home.” You told him as you put the flowers in some water. “You’ve been doing a great job as far as I can see.” You chuckled. “Do you want something to drink or do you want to go?” You asked him a bit uncomfortable, not knowing how to behave for a moment. “I’d love to but I made a reservation. I hope you don’t mind?” he asked you and you felt a bit relieved to get out of your house. “That’s fine. Where are we going?” you asked him as you got your coat. “Oh let me help.” He told you and got your coat. You felt a bit flustered but let him do his thing. He helped you with your coat and you got your bag and keys.

You both walked out of your apartment complex and down the stairs. Henry offered his arm to you and you gratefully took it. You gave him a shy smile. He had a slight grin on his face, knowing how to treat a woman right.

You chatted a bit on your walk to the restaurant until you stood in front of it. It was a nice cozy little restaurant. Even though it was small, it still had very much style. Henry held the door open for you and you thanked him with a smile and a nod. Henry took your coat off and you felt flustered. Henry let the waitress now that he had reservations and she walked you both to the table. You could see the waitress trying to flirt with Henry but he ignored it. You didn’t knew if he ignored it on purpose or didn’t see it.

Henry held the chair for you and you sat down while he slightly adjusted the chair. God it was so hot how he treated you and you loved every single moment of it. Henry sat across from you and you decided on a red wine, which Henry got too.

Henry started asking some deeper stuff about you and why you left, which you answered honestly. When you fell into some deeper conversation you could feel the energy shift in the room. Henry only had attention for you and was listening intently. It felt like a very intimate moment. You asked him some deeper questions and continued to connect with him until the food arrived.

“Can I ask you something?” Henry asked you and you nodded. “Yeah of course” he smiled “I ehm Did you already know who I was when we met?” you knew what he was hinting at but noticed he was a little apprehensive about asking you. You gave him a warm smile. “Yes I did. I know you’re an actor, a great one at that if I might add. But I like the real you even more.” you told him honestly yet boldly, hinting that you liked him. He got a big smile and you could swear you saw him blush. “Thank you” you saw that he was a bit at lost for words but really meant the thank you, he gave you.

“I can’t believe I haven’t asked you yet but what do you do for work?” he asked you a bit surprised that he hadn’t asked you sooner. You smiled “I’m a multi media designer and writer actually. Right now, I have my own business and work for a big festival in my country. I’ll go back around festival season so I can work there. It’s doable from anywhere over the world but when the festival comes closer, it’s more practical for me to be there on sight.” Henry nodded and was very interested in what you told him.

“What about writing?” he asked you intrigued “Well, I write stories, a lot of them actually and it started out as a hobby and now it’s partially my job. I already wrote a book.” Henry looked even more intrigued. “Is it something I could now? What’s it called?” you chuckled and gave him the title of your book and you saw his eyes went big and he looked in utter surprise at you. “No way! Are you serious? That’s my favorite book!” You chuckled and saw him shift on his seat to get closer to you. “Thank you.” this time it was your time to be at lost for words.

“I’m actually in contact with Netflix about it… they might want to make it in a series. We have a meeting tomorrow.” He looked even more surprised. “No way, that would be amazing!” he chuckled and you smiled, nodding. “That would seriously be a hit at the box-office” he told you seriously. “I’m sorry, I’m just a big fan of your work.” You chuckled “Thank you very much and it’s quite the irony isn’t it?” you chuckled as to earlier before when he asked you if you knew him already. Henry chuckled as well “Yeah, it sure is.”

Henry asked you a bit more about the festival and he could see the sparks in your eyes when you told him about it. You told him all the amazing things that happened, leaving out the not so fun parts out and saved them for later. Henry just smiled at how passionate you were about it until you realized how much and long you were talking about it. “I’m so sorry, I’ve been talking a while about it haven’t I?” You told him a bit embarrassed and he quickly shook his hand and softly placed his hand on top of yours. “Don’t worry about it! I love hearing you talk about it so passionately, I can only admire that.” You felt very flustered at his words and felt the heat spreading across your cheeks as you looked down.

You both finished dinner and when the check came in, Henry quickly took it. “I don’t mind splitting…” you told him but he shook his head. “No absolutely not, I asked you out and I want to.” He told you and you were assured that it was okay. You thanked him and he helped you get up out of your seat and with your coat again and obviously the door.

You both stood outside. “Ready to see this part of town?” he asked you with a smile and you nodded. He held out his arm for you again and you obviously took it. It was a little slippery from all the fallen snow and you held Henry’s arm a bit tighter. He showed you all of the gorgeous places around that part of town. You came across a cozy bar and you both looked at each other. “Want to get warmed up?” Henry asked you with a smile which you returned “Yeah definitely.” You chuckled out.

Henry held out the door for you and once again got your coat, helping you sit down. You ordered your favorite drink and Henry a Guinness. You chatted through the music and both got a little buzzed. Laughing at each other’s stories. You started to feel butterflies for the man in front of you. But not only that, it felt like you’ve met a real friend as well. There was a small band that started playing some live music.

It all just felt so incredibly right and at home as you looked around. You had great company, there was nice music, the bar was cozy and warm with Christmas decorations all over it, the drinks were nice, life felt good again. Like there was a reason that you’ve been through that formation. “Hey, you okay?” Henry asked when you were drifting away in thoughts. You looked at him and gave him a warm genuine smile “Yes, very much so.” He smiled a little flustered himself which you did too. It felt like you were in love high school kids again around each other. Even though it was so soon, you both hit if off great, perfectly even.

After a while you both decided to continue your journey again. Once outside you held his arm by yourself this time, catching his attention. “Oh, I’m sorry I thought.” You quickly got your hand away. Henry smiled adoringly at you. “No, it’s okay.” He told you reassuring and held out his arm again. You hid your smile in your scarf. “I found this perfect spot a couple of days ago. I don’t know how I haven’t found it sooner.” He told you as he led you to the place.

It was a small park with a little pond going through it. “If you stand just in the middle of the bridge, you can see the whole town” he told you and you both got on the wooden bridge. You were in awe of the sight laid out in front of you. “It’s gorgeous” You told him as you both stared at the lit up city.

“I’m pretty sure there are more spots like these around. Just haven’t found it yet. Maybe you would like to explore them together some time…?” he asked you carefully as if it was a heavy load on his chest. You turned around and couldn’t hide the smile “Together?” he got a bit nervous. “Only if you’d like.” He reassured you. “I’d love that.” You told him and he smiled, relief over his face. You both looked at each other and looked away with smiles on both of your faces. Yeah, definitely acting like high school kids. Henry lowered his arm slightly, bringing your arm with him and his hand went over the back of your hand until he intertwined your fingers together.

You both smiled again and felt flustered as your heart was taking leaps and the butterflies multiplied. “I really like your energy and company.” You smiled in your scarf again. “I really like yours too.” You told him and you could feel his thumb softly going over the back of your hand. “Is this okay?” he asked you softly scared to push the moment away. “Yeah, very much.”

It became silent again, making you feel a bit nervous as if this was the first time you fell in love with someone. The feeling of how right things felt and as if you’ve known him your entire life took over you. Like this was exactly where you needed to be. For once feeling that you were finally right where you should be and there for on the right path. You looked down at your hands which Henry noticed and did too. You looked at him and was unable to look away. The way the light of the moon glowed over his face, the freckle in his eye, the way that one curl fell to the front, the way he smiled and looked adoringly at you, they way his eyes held kindness than nothing more got you pulled into a pool of safety and comfort and it was at that moment, you were in deep.

Someone said that falling in love was literally taking a leap of faith. Falling in love was like surrendering to the other person and saying: “You can do anything to me” and hope for the best. The faith in someone not to take advantage. In a way that is completely mad because it takes a big risk and a leap of faith but no sensible human would let control out of their hands. Yet, love is able to do everything. For the first time in your life you weren’t afraid of falling in love anymore. You wanted to take this leap of faith and surrender to the strong feeling called love.

His hand cupped your cheek softly and you saw him looking at your features, taking in everything. Your hand found his coat and your fingers played with the texture of his coat. Automatically you pulled him slowly closer, his breath visible in the cold air just like yours until you felt warm air against your lips and you closed your eyes, getting ready to completely surrender.

You closed the gap between you two. His lips, warm and soft against yours, both sighting in the kiss, his hand slowly going to the back of your head, your fingers tugging into his coat as you pulled him closer. Henry deepened the kiss and you felt his tongue softly against yours. The kiss was so passionate and sensual, it was like something you’ve never experienced before, slowly taking both of your sweet time. It was addicting, you wanted more but fought against that feeling. You noticed that he was doing the same as the kiss slowed down and his lips separated from yours.

His forehead still resting against yours as you tried to catch your breath visibly in the cold air. “So… about that second date.” Henry broke the silence as you both started to laugh. “Yeah I’d like that.” Henry placed his lips against yours for a quick kiss, both smiling and grinning like idiots.

~ A year later ~

“Y/N! Over here!” there were flashes everywhere, blinding you slightly. Henry walked up to you with a big smile and placed his arm around you. You were on the red carpet for the tv series from your book. The day after your first date with Henry you had that meeting and let’s just say that it went amazing. You and Henry celebrated that night with sushi at your place and sharing the wine that he bought you.

More dates followed and the feeling grew stronger every day until one heated evening where you both couldn’t take it anymore. You both took that leap of faith and surrendered to each other. As if you both placed your sword down, accepting the faith. You fell in love before, yeah sure but this was different. You couldn’t explain it, it was a feeling like everything is how it should be.

You supported Henry with his new projects and accompanied him to shows and red carpets and he supported you with the making of your new series, the new book you were writing and stood next to you with the festival. That might’ve been his favorite memory. Now not only could he hear it, he could see it, feel it, experience it. He saw you in a new light, making him fall even deeper in love. The passion and love radiating from you with that festival… it radiated off of you and lifted up everyone who came across you. It was almost magical..

And now, he accompanied you on the red carpet. He loved that you got the recognition that you deserved. He wanted the world to see you shine. He knew you were something else in every good way possible and you were finally able to shine your light upon the world and show what you were capable of. Henry gladly stood besides you. in all the good and all the bad. It was faith after all.

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captaingrebelguf · 5 months

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Yule Tidings

Okey dokey, well I found myself with some time on my hands this weekend unexpectedly. So what else does a few glasses of wine lead to? 🍷

It leads to me slamming out a Christmas story for my ghestie, @copiousloverofcopia. Because she's a delight and she makes my life better. ❤️

🎄 Merry Ghristmas, girlfriend.🎄

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Sister Alessandra and her and Terzo's brood borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read it. Multiple times. Or read ANYTHING she makes. It'll warm your dark lil soul. 💜

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So. A few weeks back, the night before Luciana was born…

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Terzo’s hands hovered protectively around over his daughter’s as she used a wooden match to light the long, pale candles driven into the oak log.

“Ben fatto, mia figlia. Brava!” Terzo smiled, blowing out the match before kissing Mena’s cheek.

The family’s yule log was now lit and seated in front of a frosted window. The glow of the festive stump and their newly-decorated Yule tree illuminated the Papal suite.

Terzo promised to give his wife a day to herself and he had made good on his word. He woke, fed, and dressed the two kids and whisked them outside on an adventure with Zio ‘Peemo’. They had scavenged the forest to gather foragable materials to decorate an altar. Alessandra tiredly beamed at her family from the couch. Her “quiet” day had consisted of a nap, an overdue date with a few hours of Hulu, and indulging in the many holiday treats Primo was handing off to his dear, exhausted cognata daily. Frank Sinatra droned on in the background. The fireplace crackled and a simmer pot courtesy of Primo was bubbling on the stove; the smell of clove and bergamot wafted through the flat. A plate of frosted cookies remained half eaten on the coffee table.

Primo suggested frosting cookies as a way to entertain the children to give Alé some much-needed alone time. Copia tagged along once he had gotten wind of cookies being mentioned. He and Terzo had been more than happy to help frost their own versions of cookies. Primo helped his brother’s children decorate trees adorned with pentagrams and demon-esque snowmen. Alessandra was less than amused to find the cookies her husband made specifically for her were just well-endowed gingerbread people with very poorly done corpse paint to resemble his own.

Mena jumped up onto the couch and threw her arms around her mom’s neck. Dante yawned as he snuggled closer to his mother; the excitement of the day beginning to wear on the interim youngest Emeritus. Mena sunk down to be at eye level with Alé’s bump.

“Okay, Luci, we have everything decorated for you. So we’re ready for you now!” Mena pleaded with her unborn sibling.

“Sadly, it doesn’t quite work that way,” Alessandra lamented giving her stomach a gentle rub, pulling her oldest daughter in for a hug.

“Well, she’ll be here sooner or later,” Terzo chimed in, pouring himself a refill of the leftover vin brulé he had pilfered from Primo’s quarters. Terzo sipped on his drink before turning back to his family, “Or else she’s going to share a birthday with a certain leper-groping, carpenter hippie.”

“Uh, we’re getting into overtime as it is here,” Alessandra interrupted, “She better be out well before the 25th…”

“I mean, Alé, unless you could try to keep her in until the, eh, 25th? We could use her as an anti-Christ figure against the Church!” Terzo rambled on. Alé shook her head, refusing to participate in her husband’s chaos.

“Luci is not going to be the anti-Christ,” Mena stated matter of factly. Alé’s eyebrows shot up as she turned to look at their oldest.

Terzo paused and raised his eyebrow at his daughter. He hesitated, but he had to know, “What makes you say that, topolina?”

Mena coyly smiled at her father and buried her face into his mother’s side, becoming bashful all of a sudden. Terzo’s expression pulled into a frown as he shook his head at his daughter, muttering to himself, “Stregallina pazza..”

“It’s getting pretty late, little ones,” Alé pointed out, kissing the top of her daughter’s head, motioning to the clock above the fireplace. Alé leaned back and peered over to Dante. The young boy had been watching the candle flames bounce from the adorned yule log, but as soon as he caught his mother’s gaze, he clamped his eyelids shut. Alessandra chuckled and gave him a gentle shake, “Dante, are you already asleep?”

“Yes,” Dante insisted, without opening his eyes as he fought off a smile. He rolled away from his mother as she began to tousle his hair up; he buried his face into the couch cushions.

Terzo smirked as he snatched the pillow up from under his son’s head and gently bopped him in the back with the decorative cushion, “You sleep talk now, too, eh? Piccolo bugiardo.”

Dante giggled as he attempted to protect himself from the leisurely blows Terzo continued to pelt him with as he sipped away at his drink. Terzo finished his drink and set the glass back down on the table as he took the pillow and lovingly squished it against Dante’s face one more time. He clicked his tongue at his offspring, motioning between them both, “You heard your mama. Bed time.”

“I’m not tired,” Mena replied, suppressing a yawn. Dante had quieted down again, breathing softly, still buried beneath the throw pillow.

“Yes, I know. It’s amazing how you’re never tired,” Terzo admitted defeatedly as he shifted his weight to his hip, placing his hands on his waist. He furrowed his brow as he looked at Mena; his daughter maintained unbreaking, pleading eye contact. Terzo couldn’t help but cave. If anyone else said it, he’d beat their ass; but he was without question, a complete pushover for his precious daughter.

“Ay, fine, why not go find the new book Zio Copia got for you and show your fratellino before bed?” Terzo suggested. He heard his wife cough and pat at her throat.

“ahHEM--weak--hhem.”

Terzo snapped his attention to glare daggers at his wife. Alé chewed on her lips to keep from laughing-- hoping to not pee herself. Before he could start his thought, his daughter’s cries interrupted him.

“Yes!” Mena screeched enthusiastically as she leapt up from the couch, jostling Dante awake again, “And then after we read the book maybe we can get a rat for Yule, Papa??”

“No rats!” Terzo exclaimed, wide-eyed, putting his hands up to silence his daughter as she began to ramble to her father at a mile a minute. Damn his fratellino; filling his children’s minds with ratto thoughts.

“Papa!” Mena pleaded, her expression mimicking her father’s pout. Terzo felt his eyelid twitch.

“No. Rats.” Terzo insisted as he pointed towards Mena’s bedroom, “Sbrigati.”

Mena let out a heavy sigh as she marched towards her room, Dante quietly slid off the couch and bobbled after his sister. The two shuffled to the older one’s room where they could talk about maybe having Zio talk to their papa about a new pet.

“Why are you so opposed to this? Didn’t you boys have pets growing up?” Alessandra pried as she dropped her hands behind her in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure from her back. The ache today was no joke and she couldn’t wait to be done with this whole pregnancy.

Terzo huffed as he sunk down into the couch next to his partner, “Well yes, occasionally, the ones we’d find outside… the snakes.. The lizard.. The frogs.. but Primo always made us return them. But I also didn’t find myself with a wife and three children back then. Back then I had time for additional commitments! I refuse to take care of anything else at this time. Do you want to do it? Manage all of us plus a furry stronzo?!”

Alessandra smirked, choosing not to answer her husband. She adjusted herself to rest her head against his chest; Terzo gathered her legs and dropped them over his lap so he could massage her swollen calves. Alessandra moaned a little louder than she had planned as her head lolled back against the couch’s armrest.

“Prometto, when they’re out of my home, they can have as many disease-ridden burdens as they can handle,” Terzo clucked his tongue as he mimed circles around his head, “I have enough disease-ridden, snot burdens as it is.”

She frowned as she held out the back of her palm in an attempt to touch his forehead. Terzo awkwardly strained over for his wife to feel his skin. Most things ended up being a group effort for the past few weeks, “You do feel warm. Maybe you have thee crud.”

“Are you surprised? Alé, I feel like it's every other two weeks one of us is sick because of the two mostriciattoli,” Terzo stared incredulously at his wife as he continued .

Alé rolled her eyes as she let herself sink further into the couch. She winced as she felt the dull cramping in her back again.

“Are you alright, amore?” Terzo questioned. Alessandra let out a sharp breath, holding her side.

“She’s definitely down in the right spot, that’s for sure,” Alé wrinkled her nose, clenching her jaw. Terzo’s mouth formed a tight line as he reached a hand over to place against her firm stomach. He paused for a moment, considering his words before continuing.

“Well after the week you’ve had on your hands and knees begging for my cock, I had hoped that would help get something moving,” his concerned expression turning into a mischievous grin, gently patting her belly.

“Get your hands off me,” Alessandra hissed at him, batting his hands away from her. She attempted to pull her legs away, but Terzo held on, keeping her in place.

“I can bring a lot to the table, dolce,” Terzo purred, capturing her hand. He gently lifted her fingers and brought them to his lips; placing a chaste kiss. He wiggled his eyebrows at her, eliciting a giggle in response.

“Yes, Terzo, believe me, I’m very aware. Sometimes too much,” she laughed motioning with her free hand to her stomach. He smirked before leaning forward to kiss her belly. Alé cupped his cheek and gave him a content smile. Terzo softened his gaze as he locked eyes with her. Alé’s breath hitched as she suddenly felt her husband crush his lips against hers. Alé let out a soft moan as she felt her husband’s hands wriggle down the front of her robe and cup at her enlarged breast. Terzo continued to nip and bite at her neck as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. Alé wanted this so badly, but the kids were too close and knew a book wouldn’t keep them busy long enough.

“Hey!” Alé interjected against her husband’s fervent kisses, she gently placed her palm against his chest to snap him out of this state, “Hey, keep it in your pants, Papa! This one would be hard to play off in front of them.”

Terzo blinked back, trying to change gears wasn’t so easy when his Prime Mover looked like this. He felt slightly light-headed as he sat back against the couch with his cock straining against the confines of his slacks. He willed the blood to continue to circulate to other parts of his body.

“Mi dispiace…” he cleared his throat and let out a long, frustrated sigh, “Alé, when you are like this, something takes over my mind, and I can’t think straight around you.”

“Well, I am flattered, but I’m also exhausted and like you said, you already had a good run this week.”

Terzo sighed, trying to focus on anything other than her breasts, his eyes flitted to the side table momentarily before changing his tone, “You know… I was only trying to add on a second early yule gift for my bellissima Prime Mover.”

Alé glowered at him. The emotional whiplash this man gave her sometimes made her question if it was worth it, “Second gift what!? Terzo, we said no gifts for each other this year. PERIOD.”

“It’s not a gift, per se!” Terzo argued, backsliding.

“Listen to me, I have very little patience right now for you. You bring me cookies with massive, very graphic dicks on them. You massage my legs to just cop a feel--”

“I most certai--”

“Ah!” Alessandra cut him off and continued, “You beat our son!”

Terzo broke out into a shit-eating grin and laughed boisterously, “Please, like you wouldn’t smack the shit out of that little cattivello with a pillow if you had the chance!”

Alé’s serious face broke and she giggled, giving her husband a gentle shove, “You know what Primo told me? Dante pulls the same shit you and Secondo put that poor man through! So this IS actually all your fault that he’s like this. This is just generational karma!”

“That chiacchierone is nothing but a gossip! Stop talking about me behind my back with my fratello!” Terzo scoffed, waving his wife off, still chuckling to himself.

“You know I only agreed to marry you because it would get me closer to Primo,” Alé teased, scratching her nails down Terzo’s arm, Terzo rolling his eyes at her comment. The two lovers sat in comfortable silence taking in the disarray of their festively decorated home. This many years later, neither of them could still fathom this is where their path would take them.

“Eh, so, I did get you… a something,” Terzo finally admitted, fiddling around with his golden wedding ring, avoiding his wife’s accusatory gaze. Alé softly, but deliberately, punched him square in the shoulder.

“God. Damn. You,” Alessandra’s stare could have turned her husband into a Medusa-esque statue, “And I mean that, Terzo! We said no gifts! You make me look bad because I am capable of following rules!”

Terzo winked at her, rubbing his shoulder, as he leaned back behind the couch, snagging a small black box from the side table she hadn’t noticed before. He held the gift out to her; it was adorned with a dried orange and a cinnamon stick

“You bastard,” she grumbled, crossing her arms. Terzo placed the small box on top of her stomach. Alessandra huffed, jiggling the box.

“Consider our daughter in there your gift to me,” Terzo added, giving her leg a gentle squeeze.

“Oh you’re damn right she is!” Alé interjected as she felt their unborn child wedge her foot into her ribcage. The more she thought about it, the less bad she felt. Terzo wasn’t the one who was going to have to push another one of his big-headed children out from his crotch in the upcoming days. This was the least he could do for her. She lifted the giftbox and removed the ribbon fastening on the lid. Alessandra lifted the lid to reveal a delicate, gold, three moon pendant with a sizeable amethyst affixed to it. Her jaw dropped as she gaped at the necklace.

“Jesus Christ.”

“He had nothing to do with this one either, my love,” Terzo chuckled. He brushed a strand of Alé’s beautiful hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Alessandra stared at the jewelry, feeling every emotion all at once. Terzo continued, “I felt this was only fitting. Something nice for the woman who is graciously making me a father for the third time. Grazie, mia dea oscura. Grazie di tutto.”

“Oh Terzo,” Alé sniffed, “This is too much…”

“It is just barely the start, amore,” Terzo hummed, “After all you’ve done for me; with me. You deserve the world, vita mia. Thank you doesn’t seem to cut it.”

Alessandra chuckled as she handed her husband the jewelry to safely place on the table next to his crude gingerbread persons, “Alright, help me up. I’m going to start a bath, you get the kids into bed, then meet me back at the tub. I think you’ve earned one more round to really get something moving here.”

Terzo stared wide-eyed at his wife, in complete disbelief his plan had worked, “Ave Satanas.”

“Come on, cowboy,” Alé rubbed her hand against the length of his hardening cock, she leaned over to him as she pointed a stern finger in his face, as she mocked, “Sbrigati, eh?”

Terzo sucked his teeth, ignoring the piss poor imitation of himself his wife had just pulled on him, as he quickly sprung to his feet to assist Alé. As he helped her up, he pulled her straight into his embrace. He began planting small kisses over her face and neck, “Grazie mille. You will not regret this, Sorella!”

“Last chance, though, mister,” Alé warned him as she pulled away from his arms. Terzo hurriedly began snuffing out candles and grabbing dishes to leave in the kitchenette for later. She winked at him as she waddled down to their bathroom to go make good on her proposition.

Translations:

Ben fatto, mia figlia -- Well done, my girl

Stregallina pazza -- Crazy little witch

Piccolo bugiardo -- Little liar

Sbrigati -- Hurry up

Mostriciattoli -- Little monsters

Cattivello -- trouble-maker

Chiacchierone -- Chatterbox

Grazie, mia dea oscura -- Thank you, my dark goddess

Grazie di tutto -- Thank you for everything

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alejandroseyepatch · 1 month

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can i request a little!hunter with cg!jake fanfic ??

Regressor! Hunter w/ Caregiver! Jake

“Are we almost there?” Hunter questioned, the tone of his voice slightly whiny. Jake looked back at the regressed boy and gave a small smile. “Yeah, Hunter. I think it’s just right up here.” He responded. Hunter simply gave a small pout, not wanting to walk through the forest anymore.

Since Hunter and Ally’s relationship wasn’t going to well at the moment, Hunter didn’t want to be regressed around her for now, in fear it would make her upset. Originally, he was going to regress alone, but ever since Jake had found him little, Hunter had started going to him.

Jake didn’t mind in the slightest. He actually offered to help Hunter out with his regression. Jake did have experience with age regression, due to seeing Tom regress a couple of times and from him being an age regressor himself. So, he did have a good idea on how to take care of and help out Hunter.

Today, Jake was taking Hunter out to go apple picking with him. They needed to bring back food for themselves and the rest of the team, plus it would hopefully keep Hunter entertained, or at least not bored.

Jake would’ve rather them gone fishing, since that was more filling and nutritious than just apples, but he doubted Hunter would be much help. He was currently around the age of four or five, so if anything, that would probably just make fishing harder.

“Are we there yet? My feet hurt and I’m hungry.” Hunter whined. Yeah..maybe taking Hunter to go apple picking wasn’t the best idea. Jake had honestly forgotten how long of a walk it was to get the apples. He probably should’ve just gone by himself and asked Ashley if she could watch Hunter for a bit.

“We’re close, buddy. It’ll probably be just another minute before we get there.” Jake said. He could immediately hear Hunter loudly whine in reply.

“Don’t worry. When we get there you can eat some apples and we can take a break from walking. Sound good?” Jake looked back at Hunter, who gave a small nod in response.

When they finally got to where the apple trees were, Hunter got a couple of apples for himself and sat down on the ground. He watched as Jake gathered a bunch of apples for the others.

“Jake?” Hunter spoke. “Yeah? What’s wrong, Hunter?” Jake asked. “I’m sleepy. I wanna go back to the tent and go night night.” Hunter told him.

“Alright. Let me grab a few more apples, then we can leave, okay?” Hunter gave another small nod, rubbing his eyes with one hand while using the other to throw his apple core away from him.

Jake was quick to grab the rest of the apples he needed. He didn’t want to make Hunter wait a while, especially since he was tired and clearly starting to become a bit cranky. Though, Jake was hoping that since he ate two apples, Hunter would be a little less fussy about walking about walking back to the tent.

“Come on, buddy. Let’s get you back to the tent and down for a nap.” Jake helped Hunter up and held his hand as they started to walk back.

“Is there a quick way? I don’t wanna walk..” Hunter mumbled, dragging his feet along the ground. “I don’t know. I think it would be better to just go the normal way. I don’t want to take us another way that ends up being longer.” Jake said. Hunter only sighed in response as he laid his head on Jake’s arm.

They were about ten minutes away from the tent, before Jake suddenly felt Hunter stop walking. He turned around, only to see the male sitting on the ground.

“I need a break.” Hunter told Jake. “That’s fine, little guy. We can take a break.” Jake replied, sitting down next to Hunter.

“Maybe next time we can find a different activity to do. Something that takes place closer to the tent.” Jake suggested. Hunter nodded in agreement, laying his head down on his shoulder.

The two stayed seated for five minutes, when Jake noticed that Hunter was starting to doze off. He gently rubbed his shoulder to get his attention.

“You ready to go, buddy?” Jake asked. “Mhm.” Hunter hummed tiredly as the two stood up and began to walk again.

After what felt like forever, at least to Hunter it did, both boys finally arrived at their team’s camping ground. Jake set the baskets of apples by the logs, then took Hunter into the tent to help get him down for a nap.

“Do you need help getting your pajamas on?” Jake questioned as he watched Hunter grab his pajamas. “No, I can do it. I’m a big boy.” Hunter said sleepily, yet proudly. Jake gave a little chuckle while he turned around, so Hunter could have some privacy while getting changed.

“All done, Jake. Can you nap with me?” Hunter ask. Jake nodded as he turned around. “Yeah, I’ll nap with you. I’m a bit tired anyways.” He responded. Hunter giggled a little, before climbing into his sleeping bag, Jake doing the same.

“Let me know if you need anything, okay? I’ll be here the whole time.” Jake told him. “Kay kay..night night..” Hunter mumbled tiredly. Jake smiled. “Night, buddy.”

#disventure camp agere #total drama agere #fandom agere #agere fandom #agere fic #age regression

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thoselethalarts · 2 months

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ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕤 𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣 - ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

(R) Gym Uniform: "I’m not gonna stop you."

(NRC: Sports Field)

(Track and Field Club Meeting)

(Fweeet!)

Vargas: Alright, everyone! While I hate to interrupt your ongoing muscle development I have a brief announcement to make. Vargas: I have a staff meeting I’ve been called to attend this afternoon. In my absence, I'll be having Phobos here in charge of overseeing everyone. If you need anything, please report to him.

Phobos: …Understood.

Vargas: Excellent! That is all, carry on with your practice and training

(Vargas leaves the club, footsteps crunching against the grass as he goes.)

Phobos: …’Kay, you heard him, carry on with whatever. I’ll be over here.

(Phobos walks away from the remaining group and lays down beneath a nearby tree)

Savana Mob A: Tch- Why’d coach put HIM in charge? He barely does anything all day when we have club meetings!

Pome Mob A: Truly! Even now he’s just gone off to loaf about in the shade and play on his phone! If there’s anyone that doesn’t take this club seriously, it’s him!

Scara Mob A: It’s always the Ignihydes, man… Lazy geeks, all of them. Why’s he even here in the first place?

Jack: Hmph. It doesn’t matter who’s put in charge. The most Coach Vargas does when he’s here is time us on circuit runs and tell us to “go faster”, anyway. Jack: Besides, there’s no point in arguing when it’s not going to change anything.

Deuce: True… though I will agree it doesn’t exactly leave a good image when our substitute coach is basically lounging while the rest of us work our butts off in the sun.

Phobos: …Oi. You know I can hear you all from over here. I said “carry on”.

Savana Mob A: Yeah?! And what’re you gonna do about it if we don’t? Savana Mob A: All ya do all day is sit around and do nothin’! What’re you gonna do if we ditch?

Pome Mob A: With a physique like yours I doubt you could stop us from leaving, let alone catch up with us if we try and run.

Scara Mob A: Yeah, yeah! What’re you gonna do about it if we try~?

Phobos: …Nothing.

Scara Mob A: Yeah! That’s what I- …Wait what? Scara Mob A: Aren’t you gonna, ya know. Try and stop us?

Phobos: I don’t care what you do. If you wanna leave so bad, then leave. That’s your decision to make, not mine.

Savana Mob A: Uh… I mean I guess that’s true, but… aren’t you supposed to be the substitute coach? Aren’t you gonna, you know, keep us corralled?

Phobos: What am I, your babysitter? Do you want me to change your diapers and bottle feed you too while I’m at it?

Savana Mob A: Wh-! What was that?!

Pome Mob A: How dare you say that sort of thing to us?!

Phobos: I dare because you three are acting like dumb babies and I’m not in the mood to play your stupid, petty game of defiance. Phobos: You’re the ones that decided to join this club in the first place, so it’s your choice if you wanna show up or ditch. It always has been. I don’t give a rats ass what you do. Phobos: Stay and train, or fuck off and do whatever you want. I don't care how you spend your free time. Just make a decision and leave me alone.

Savana Mob A: Tch! Wise ass. I’m leavin’ then.

Phobos: Okay. Bye.

Pome Mob: Me too!

Savana Mob: Yeah, I’m done with this. I’m outta here.

Phobos: What part of “fuck off” and “leave me alone” did you not understand? Just shut up and go if you’re going. Assholes.

(The three mob students leave, trudging away through the field)

Hearts Mob A: He didn’t even bother to stop them…?! Is he allowed to just let that happen…?!

Hearts Mob B: I mean I guess he’s not technically wrong… he’s just here to coach us if we need it, not keep us from leaving…

Savana Mob B: Ugh, his mood is putting a serious damper on mine. I think I’m gonna take a nap or something.

Deuce: Should we be worried? It looks like at least half the club is gonna ditch at this rate.

Jack: (sigh) ...While I'm not a fan of his attitude I guess he's kind of right. Jack: I joined this club because I wanted to. I'm here because I want to. If I didn't want to be here, I just wouldn't be.

Deuce: True... It's not really up to others for me to be a good student and club member. Deuce: Lets just get to it, then. Laps aren't gonna run themselves.

Jack: Right. I'll go get the stopwatch then. Jack: Hm...?

Deuce: -? What's up?

Jack: I can’t find the stopwatch… Did it get misplaced?

Deuce: Oh. Yeah, I have no idea where it went. Maybe Coach Vargas took it with him by accident?

Jack: Maybe… Well, now I’m not sure what to do. I left my phone in the locker room, and that’s the only other stopwatch I can think of.

Deuce: Hm… Hang on, I have an idea.

(Deuce approaches Phobos)

Deuce: Hey, uh, Phobos, can I ask a favor?

Phobos: Yeah.

Deuce: Someone misplaced the stopwatch and we need it to time our runs. Can you use your phone to time us?

Phobos: No need. Vargas left me with one before he left. I’ll time you both with that.

Deuce: Oh! That’s perfect then, thank you!

Phobos: Mhm, no prob. Hang on. lemmie get up 'n I'll time you guys. Phobos: So I’m guessing you both already have an idea of what kind of circuit you’re going to do.

Jack: I wanted to work on my short burst sprints. I already do fine with the longer ones, so now I want to perfect my time as best I can.

Phobos: That so… With confidence like that I’m guessing you’ve already done short burst races then.

Jack: Hm? What do you mean?

Phobos: …or maybe not. Alright then. Phobos: You do what you want, I’m not gonna stop you, but if you wanna see the most improvement in your time, you should consider doing some racing every once in a while, too.

Deuce: Racing? Like, between each other? How will that improve our times?

Phobos: Well, logically, your time will only get so much better if you’re sprinting on your own. It’s borderline impossible for you to judge how fast you’re going when you’re just doing the same thing over and over again. Phobos: You’ll get better times if you get the chance to actually compete and compare yourself to someone else alongside you. Phobos: Having a rival is good, cuz it’ll help you both get better at the same time. That's how I got my good times when I was still a noob-ass first year.

Deuce: Oh, I guess I never thought of it that way. Let’s try it, then!

Jack: I’m interested, too. Let's give it a shot.

Phobos: Alright. Both of you line up and get ready, and I’ll meet you at the finish line.

Jack & Deuce: Yes sir!

Phobos: ...Don't call me "sir". That feels weird. Whatever...

(They both go to line up, and Phobos walks several yards away from them)

Phobos: Alright. On your marks. Get set…

(Fweet!!)

(Jack and Deuce both take off soaring down the track together, footsteps pounding against the dirt)

Phobos: Time. That’s a good sprint, you both. Phobos: Your times are-

Deuce: HOO-AAAGH! That felt AWESOME! I really did feel like I was going faster!!

Jack: You’re a damn good runner, Deuce! I felt like that was the first time I really felt a good drive to go harder than usual.

Phobos: ...Heh. Told ya. Rivalry’s good, especially in a sport like this.

Deuce: Can we go again?!

Phobos: Uh- Well, yeah. I’m not gonna stop you. You wanna know your times first though, I assume…?

Deuce: Oh-! Right! I got so fired up for a second that I forgot we actually were doing this to get better times.

Phobos: No problem. So it looks like your times are…

Hearts Mob A: Huh? Are they doing races over there now?

Savana Mob B: Wait, did you say race?! I wanna race! Nevermind napping, I wanna do that, that sounds fun! Savana Mob B: Hey, hey coach! Mind if I join too?

Hearts Mob B: Wait! Me too, please!

Scara Mob B: If there’s room for more, I’d like in too please…!

Phobos: Alright, alright, settle the hell down. Phobos: We only have so many lanes on the track, so if all of you want in then we’ll have to split you all up into different groups… Phobos: Everyone that wants in on racing come over and line up. I’ll decide the groups, then you’ll all take your spaces on the track when it’s your turn to run. Got it?

Everyone: Yes, Coach Banner!

Phobos: …and don’t call me Coach Banner, that also makes me feel weird. It’s just Phobos. Just call me Phobos and nothing else. Sheesh…

/ End

#ツイステッドワンダーランド #Twisted Wonderland #TWST #twst oc #oc #original character #soul writes #personal story #Phobos Banner #フォボス • バナー

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ninjadeathblade · 6 months

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Frozen Heart (a Snatcher fanfic)

Summary: When Vanessa tries to take over the Subcon, Snatcher has to stop her.

Word count: 4,956

Warnings: Vanessa (once again deserves her own warning), blood, injury description, trauma, memory manipulation, Vanessa kidnaps Snatcher a couple times, violence

Author's notes: I did not give this guy much time to fix things lol (apparently there's only ten days between his disappearance and reappearance, hence the numbered dividers to show when it's a new day). Does tie into this AU's timeline but can be read as a stand alone. Anyway, I wrote this in three days (oh god I wrote this in three days). Shorter than I expected but here! Take this morsel!

Snatcher stared at the eerily dark forest, hovering above it as he inspected the damage from Vanessa's rampage.

It didn't resemble his home, not any longer.

Ice cloaked acres of trees and land, only a faint couple of lights flickering in the dark.

Snatcher snapped his attention over to a light that was blinking in a pattern.

Snatcher snapped his fingers, teleporting to the location of the light.

“Mr Snatcher! You've returned!”

The ghost turned around, crouching down to be level with one of his minions.

“What. Happened?” Snatcher whispered.

“I- I don't know! Everything was fine and normal and then suddenly Vanessa was in the village and everyone was freezing,” they replied. “It's so cold, sir. I might lie down, just for a short nap.”

“No. Don't do that. You'll fall prey to the curse again,” Snatcher instructed. “You've got to stay awake. Everyone needs to stay awake.”

“But they all fell asleep and they're just fine,” the minion argued, pointing past Snatcher's shoulder.

The ghost turned and watched the shuffling forms of other spirits in the distance.

One's head looked over at that and Snatcher's blood ran cold at the piercing red stare.

“They're not fine. Kid, whatever you do, don't fall asleep.” Snatcher's words were a garbled mess as he spun back to the minion.

But it was too late.

Their body was covered in frost as they lay on the floor.

Snatcher let out a swear, floating up to the branches of a nearby tree.

“Let's get facts straight,” he said to himself. “Vanessa escaped. She's trying to take over the forest. Barely anyone is left. If you fall asleep, you become a mindless puppet of hers. Oh, and I'm probably all there is to stop her!”

He looked back down at the mass of spirits now trying to make a tower to climb up and reach him.

“Yay.” The words came out through gritted teeth.

He snapped his fingers, teleporting his phone to a hidden spot within the Subcon.

"Just have to survive."

He'd made it through the night.

Admittedly, without sleep and the constant movement of his body through the treetops to avoid Vanessa's mind controlled slaves.

But he'd made it through the night.

“Okay, let's be reasonable,” Snatcher spoke to himself, legs swinging as he sat on a branch. “I need supplies. Power! I need power. And to get power I need to have souls. And to get souls I have to go to my home.”

He let out a groan of frustration as he eyed the tree.

“But if she's looking for me anywhere, it'd be there! The place is probably swarming with guards!” Snatcher let out an annoyed huff, standing up.

“But I'm out of options and will be out of time if I'm not quick enough.”

The ghost jumped, climbed, and swung from tree to tree, trying to conserve his energy for when things may take a turn for the worse.

Finally he arrived, dropping down behind one of the glowing mushrooms that populated what could be considered as his garden.

No guards were in sight. But there was someone there.

A record played scratchily from inside the giant tree. An eerie, almost lullaby-like tune floated through the air, different to the usual music that Snatcher would listen to.

He crept forward slowly, ducking and weaving behind bits of cover.

“I know you're there. You can't hide from me.”

Snatcher froze in place, alarms going off in his mind.

Thousands of years had passed since he last heard her.

He scrambled to his feet, immediately running away as fast as he could.

He couldn't do this.

No.

No!

Not now, not ever.

Not again.

He stumbled, dropping into a ditch.

Snatcher pressed himself up against the muddy bank, chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to control his breathing.

“You can run but you can't hide.”

Too close.

The voice was too close.

Snatcher pushed off the bank, weaving through the trees towards the usually flaming part of the forest.

The ashen trees looked like upright sticks of charcoal but didn't burn.

He clambered up a tree, clasping a hand over his mouth to stifle his short, sharp breaths.

“Where are you? I know you're hiding.”

Still too close.

Somewhere below him, traipsing through the ash covered floor.

He stayed there, curled up as tightly as he could, staying as quiet as possible.

Wishing that this nightmare would go away.

It might have been seconds. Minutes. Even hours.

He didn't know how long before he let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

Snatcher let out a shriek as an ice cold hand grabbed his wrist.

“Found you.”

Snatcher blinked his eyes open, slowly adjusting to his dim surroundings.

A thin layer of water covered floor tiles.

The dank walls and ceiling that seeped coldness into him.

He tried to move.

Shackles clanked around his wrists and ankles.

No.

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no.

No.

Not back here, never back here.

Snatcher used the last of his powers, shifting to a smaller form.

It had a striking resemblance to a certain young girl he'd once contracted, one who had a taste for hats and timepieces.

“I've got to get out.” The words came out in a string of rushed fear as he crossed to the stairs that led outside.

He pushed at the doors but they merely rattled, not opening to the no-doubt freezing outdoors.

“No.”

The ghost moved as quietly as he could to the only other set of stairs in the basement.

He swallowed nervously, pushing lightly against the door.

It swung open.

Snatcher let out a shaky breath.

He didn't want to be here.

He didn't want to be trapped.

He wanted to be with his family.

But he had an obligation to the Subcon.

Snatcher tiptoed up the stairs, turning right once he reached the hallway.

He pushed open the door at the end of the hall, looking at the piano.

He hummed to himself as he played a melody, wishing he was better at singing.

“My prince, that was beautiful!” Vanessa praised, not even waiting for him to finish. “However, why don't we spend some time together before you have to leave again?”

“But, we are spending time together,” he protested, hands still hovering over the keys.

Vanessa giggled before kissing him on the lips. “Don't be silly! The piano is getting all your attention, not me!”

He dragged his gaze from the piano back to her.

“You're- you're right. I suppose it is,” he mumbled, trailing his fingers over the keys before shutting the lid.

“Now, how about I catch you up on what's been happening in the kingdom, hm?”

Snatcher blinked, swallowing the nausea that came with the memory.

A shadow flitted outside the door and Snatcher hid under the piano, clasping a hand over his mouth.

The door creaked open and Vanessa shuffled across the room.

“He's mine, mine, mine, mine!” She muttered to herself, grabbing something off the shelf before leaving the room again.

Snatcher slowly crawled out from under the piano, reaching up one small hand to touch its side.

“One day…”

He shook his head, forcing himself to concentrate again.

A single slip up could lead to his doom.

As he snuck around the rest of the house, Snatcher picked up torn pages scattered around the rooms, reading Vanessa's elegant-as-ever handwriting.

Why? What have I done wrong? In his letters he talks about her. A ‘tutor’. He says he loves me. But SHE sees him. I get his letters, and SHE gets his time. He is MINE. Once his studies are finished, I will have him back.

Today my prince left to begin his studies. He will be so far away, and for so long. He has promised to write. He won't forget me, will he? His beloved princess?

He is coming back. Just one weekend. A short holiday, away from HER. I will convince him to stay. I CANNOT let my love leave again.

Mother had a bit of an accident last week, so today I got crowned as queen. Now the prince can't call me his princess! Life isn't fair!

My prince enjoys his breakfast far too much. I'm jealous of that darn bacon! He loves it! No more bacon in this house!

Oh, I wish I could just keep him always! Locked up and in chains in the cellar! But you can't chain a man…can you?

I'm sorry about your hair, my prince. I just wanted our lengths to match!... and colour… and curl… you look wonderful!

He shivered, glancing back towards the doorway of the room.

“You were such a creep, how didn't I see that sooner?”

He paused over one of the pieces of paper he'd picked up.

My Dearest Vanessa,

It has been many days since I saw you last, but it feels like months. My time at the Academy is hard, but I am progressing quickly. There is so much to study when it comes to law, but the library here is well-stocked. Our tutors are the finest in the land, and I am thankful for their help. I have been attending private study with one, an experienced practitioner by the name of Lady-

The rest of the letter was ruined and torn.

He tried to congure memories of whoever this mysterious tutor might have been.

But nothing came, only hazy, fear-blurred memories from when the curse first took place.

He tried opening another window to get outside.

This one opened and Snatcher looked at the drop into the powdery snow outside.

The door handle of the room creaked.

He stuffed the papers into his pocket, launching himself over the sill and outside.

The cold seeped into his body, clinging to him, as he began to head away from the land of nightmares.

Snatcher looked nervously at the statues outside the front of the manor as he scurried past.

One twitched slightly, almost as if listening for him.

Snatcher froze, waiting for the danger to pass.

He darted back into motion at the blood curdling scream that came from the house.

He was nearly out of the clearing the manor was in when something struck him.

Long, sharp, piercing.

From behind and up, thrown with force.

Snatcher was flung to the ground with the force of the attack.

He stood as soon as he could, not bothering to deal with the icicle lodged in his side.

Pain could wait.

Escaping from this nightmare could not.

Snatcher flinched as snow crunked on the ground beneath him, body pressing further into the branches of the tree.

He had managed to find his supply of souls and absorb them, giving him a power boost of sorts.

He hadn't been able to dislodge the sharp icicle from his side. Instead a slow stream of blood trickled out of where it came from and he felt even colder than usual.

Another noise from the bottom of the tree.

Please.

No.

Not again.

Please.

I'll do anything.

Just don't make me go back.

“Boss?”

It wasn't Vanessa.

Snatcher stifled a sob, peering down at the ground below him.

A Subconite, not controlled by Vanessa, squinted up at him.

“Boss! You're back!” They cried.

Snatcher slowly slithered down from the treetop, body shifting back to his usual form instead of the one that imitated Hat Kid.

“You need to leave. She'll find you,” Snatcher pleaded, ice still lodged in his side.

“Who, Vanessa?”

Another pang of pain struck through his body, beginning at the icicle then creeping up his spine, out through the rest of his body.

“Just go. She'll find me again soon. You need to leave. Run away and try and find somewhere safe to hide. How about Nyakuza Metro? I hear that place is lovely this time of year.” Snatcher's words bumped into one another as he desperately tried to convince the spirit to leave.

“Haha, you're being funny,” the spirit chuckled. “Hey, the others would be overjoyed to see you escaped! Come with me, I'll take you to them!”

“Others…others escaped?” Snatcher asked, a couple amber drops falling from his eyes and melting the snow.

The spirit nodded. “Yep! There's only a couple others and me but we got out!”

“Which number are you?” Snatcher inquired as the spirit led him further through the forest, towards the massive well that took up part of the Subcon.

“Oh, me? I'm Nine!” They chirped, hopping onto the wooden bridges closest to the last bank of land. “Subconite One-Forty and Dweller Thirty-Seven are still free as well. But we haven't found anyone else.”

Snatcher floated out over the murky purple waters as Nine set about moving the bridge closest to the land further away.

“How have you survived so long?” Snatcher's breath hitched as Nine wobbled on the edge of one bridge.

“I've always lived on this side of Subcon. And my bridge defence system is flawless! These waters can't freeze over - Vanessa already tried before eventually giving up,” Nine explained, stopping moving the bridges. They looked slowly up at him. “It's going to be like this for a while, won't it?”

Snatcher's mouth pursed briefly before he sighed.

“I will fix it. But I don't know how long it will take.”

“Don't rush yourself. You're trying, and that's more than most of us.”

Snatcher sat curled up as the two Subconites rushed around.

Thirty-Seven stared pensively at him, green orbs blankly illuminating the room from behind their fox mask.

“Tea?” One-Forty offered, holding up a misshapen clay mug filled with purple goop.

“I'm good kiddo, you have it.” Snatcher pushed the mug back towards One-Forty’s chest.

One-Forty did the equivalent of a grin and lifted the mug to their cloaked face as they sat down beside Thirty-Seven.

“Why don't most of the Subconites like Dwellers?” One-Forty asked.

“Maybe it's ‘cause they're cooler than us,” Nine suggested, shrugging as they walked back into the room, a small lantern in one hand.

It brightened the inside of the tree a bit more, allowing Snatcher a better look at the trio of spirits.

They looked tired, like they haven't rested in a while.

“I have a plan. To save here.”

“Really?!”

“I'll need your help though.”

Snatcher directed the few surviving spirits, letting them know his plan.

“I'll get there. And then maybe some dramatic monologue or diatribe thing will happen. But when I snap my fingers, I need you guys to bring the frame out behind her, okay? Do you all understand the plan?” Snatcher confirmed.

The three of them nodded.

“Find a frame, get to the clearing as soon as you can. Hide. Wait until my signal,” Snatcher repeated his instructions. “Stay hidden until the very end, okay? I don't know how soon we'll get there.”

The trio of spirits nodded again.

“Stay safe, alright?”

“I’ll look after us, sir,” Nine said, puffing their chest out like they were the image of bravery.

“Good. Wish me luck.”

Snatcher tried to banish his fear as he crossed the bridge back to what was originally Vanessa's part of the forest.

How had she even escaped?

“Vanessa! You wanted me, right?! Well I'm right here!” Snatcher yelled as he floated over the snow.

“You've been after me all this time! Let everyone else go, and you can have me.”

As if in a flash, the queen appeared on the horizon, crawling like an animal along the walls of the icy tunnel that led to her manor.

“You'll stay? Forever?”

“As long as you let the rest of them go. They didn't do anything wrong.”

The queen walked across the snow, body morphing as she approached him.

Her back straightened, her hair curled and became golden. Black, shadowy robes turned to an emerald ball gown.

“Do you promise?” She whispered, red eyes staring, unblinking, full of hope and full of malice.

“Just let them go. Please,” Snatcher begged.

The queen, tipped her head to the side, a smile full of knives consuming her otherwise beautiful features.

“No.”

Snatcher blinked, looking around him.

He was in the metro’s main station.

How had he gotten back there?

Why couldn't he remember?

An explosion of ice shattered lights and windows, sending shards flying everywhere.

“Why did you have to bring her here?” Empress snarled, running past him.

“What?”

“Deal with your own messes! And stop coming here! You're not welcome!” The cat yelled over one shoulder as she darted away from her shop.

Snatcher turned around, looking at the shop.

Police tape covered the exterior, barricades up around it on the street.

And instead of jewellery in one window, a yellow haired girl waved at him.

“Having fun yet?”

Snatcher stared around the arena in the Subcon Forest.

The smell of magic filled the air as green flames flickered around the outside wall.

Hat Kid jumped up and down, dodging attacks from shadow versions of herself.

“Kiddo?! No, hold on, I can help!” Snatcher shouted, one hand reaching out to try and pick up the small girl.

She leaped away from him, fear creasing her features.

Something was off, something was missing.

“She's annoying.”

Snatcher looked over at where Vanessa pouted, turning a purple top hat over in her hands.

“Nice hat though. I might just keep it.”

“Where am I?” He blinked, sitting up.

He raised his hands, staring at them in abject horror.

Skin?

No, he couldn't be, he wasn't-

“Hurry up, you'll be late to studies!”

That voice.

It wasn't human.

He spun around, staring up at the entity perched on top of a bookshelf.

“You.”

They grinned, smile stretching across their oddly shaped grey face, their mismatching eyes closing.

“Me! You've got to go though, the library closes soon and you've got private tutoring,” they reminded, looking at him with their yellow and red eyes.

His fists balled at his side as his heart rammed at his ribcage.

It wasn't real.

It wasn't real!

“You never told me about that.”

He spun back around, expression morphing with anger.

At her. At this memory.

“Get out my head!”

He took the bouquet from the flower seller, looking down the alleyway nearby as someone sobbed.

A flash of golden locks and an emerald coloured dress.

“No.”

“I saw you two! You're cheating on me!” Vanessa screamed, tears streaming down her usually rosy cheeks.

“No! Vanessa, I bought these flowers for you-” he tried to protest.

“I don't want to hear your excuses!” Vanessa cut him off, eyes glowing.

Her body hunched over, shadows streaming out of every pore.

He struggled as two suits of armour detached from their stands, walking over and restraining him.

“Vanessa! Please! I love you!”

Years passed.

He grew used to the cold, to the almost consuming darkness, that was the cellar.

Shackles had weathered his skin.

His tear ducts seemed dry some days but like he couldn't stop crying the next.

His body had mostly decayed, becoming one with the darkness a different way than Vanessa's had.

She never came down here.

He tried slipping one hand out of his shackles.

It didn't budge.

He looked forlornly at the crown on the floor.

Another golden tear seeped out, splashing into the layer of water that coated the floor.

Snatcher jerked awake, staring at Vanessa.

“You kept so many secrets from me. But now you'll never have to keep secrets again,” she whispered.

He thrashed in his chains, squirming as he tried to escape.

“Oh no, I wouldn't do that. It would only cause more pain.”

As if the mention of the word activated it, pain lanced through him from where the icicle stuck through him.

“You will never have me,” Snatcher replied, breathing ragged as he went still.

“Oh?” Her eyes glowed red as she brushed a clump of hair back over one shoulder. “And why not?”

“Because I'm more powerful than you'll ever be.”

He shifted his size, changing to look like a Dweller.

Vanessa shrieked as he raced away through the house.

He made it up to the attic, cowering in a corner behind some boxes.

“Come out my prince… I know you're hiding. Don't you want to be together again?”

The eerie whispers floated through the house, the sound of nails dragging along a wall accompanying it.

Snatcher shifted his size again, grinning at the knife his new form conjured.

“You’d probably laugh if you found out,” Snatcher murmured as he looked at his version of Conductor.

He charged towards the window at the end of the room, barreling into it with the blade fracturing the glass.

Cold brisk air chilled him as he spun around, digging the knife into the woodwork of the house, slowing his descent.

Vanessa burst out the front doors and Snatcher shifted again, to the form he finally felt comfortable in.

The knife elongated to a sword and he smirked.

“Vanessa.”

“My prince.”

She snapped a hanging icicle off its place, the end sharpening as she held it.

“So this is what it's come to?” Snatcher asked, slowly walking backwards, facing Vanessa.

If there was one thing he remembered about sword fighting, it was not turning your back to your opponent.

“You are the reason it's come to this,” Vanessa hissed, body reforming its more queenly image.

She raised the icicle, holding it in two hands.

Snatcher's hand tightened around his own weapon.

“And I'm so glad it has.”

Weapons clashed. Metal met ice.

Ice met flesh. Metal met flesh.

Blood spattered purple and red across the snow.

Snatcher panted as he pulled away from the fight, smearing more of the purple liquid across his face as he tried to get it out of his vision.

Vanessa let out a chilling, deep breath, her wounds stitching themselves up almost as soon as they were dealt.

“Ready to give up?” Snatcher asked, a bitter laugh tinting his question.

“Not a chance.”

Over the course of the fight, they'd gradually travelled through the forest.

To the clearing where he'd finally get rid of her.

Snatcher stumbled slightly, blood filling his vision once more.

He gestured quickly and the cut on his forehead disappeared.

“You know, you've got a terrible form,” Snatcher said, wiping away the blood in his face.

Vanessa staggered slightly but planted the icicle she wielded in the ground, supporting her.

“I don't know why you're going through all this trouble. You could just come back. Be my prince again.”

“I will never be your prince. Never have been, never will be,” Snatcher said quietly, one hand clutching his side as he reverted to his original form.

The sword poofed into thin air as a ring of blue fire surrounded the clearing.

“We were in love!” Vanessa protested, forcing herself more upright.

“That person wasn't me. Whoever ‘your prince’ was, they sure weren't The Snatcher,” Snatcher growled, reaching out with one hand and snapping her weapon into pieces.

“And now, I'm going to make sure you can never harm anyone again.”

“And how are you going to do that? You may be powerful but even you couldn't stop me,” Vanessa hissed, body hunching back over and resuming its form of shadows.

“You're right, I can't. But this can.” Snatcher shrugged and grinned, snapping the fingers of his raised hand.

Nine, One-Forty, and Thirty-Seven carried one of the enchanted picture frames up behind Vanessa.

The queen let out a vicious scream of rage as it began to suck her into it.

“This isn't over! It will never be over!” Vanessa screeched, extending one clawed hand and grabbing the shard of ice that still pierced his side. “You'll never be rid of the curse.”

A freezing chill spread across Snatcher's body, like being plunged into arctic waters.

Everything suddenly seemed so much colder than it had seconds ago.

“I don't need to be rid of the curse,” Snatcher responded, tearing her hand off of the shard. “I just need my home to be rid of you.”

Vanessa seemed to be about to speak again before the frame finished its binding, trapping her inside of it.

The spirits quickly dropped the object, scattering back towards the shadows of the trees.

Snatcher picked it up, looking at it.

Tilted to one side, it showed what she had become, the monster that had terrorised the Subcon.

Tilted to the other it showed her from before. The queen with golden curls and emerald dress.

One thing that carried across the two pictures were Vanessa's deep red eyes.

“I did it,” Snatcher breathed softly, the reality of the situation seeping into him.

He felt curls of the curse spread further through his body, reaching sub-zero temperatures as he changed back to his more humanoid form.

He reached one hand up, dragging the shard in his side out of his body.

It slowly eased out of him, drawing bubbling, black blood at the same time.

He dropped it onto the floor, setting Vanessa down beside it.

“Sir! You're okay!”

Snatcher spun around, mind still on high alert. But it wasn't a threat headed for him.

Instead, a swarm of Dwellers and Subconites, seemingly now free of the curse.

“You- you're all free…?” Snatcher questioned, a couple amber drops leaking out his eyes onto the floor.

He crumpled to his knees, sobbing as the spirits surrounded him, a few even offering hugs.

Relief flooded him - this was what he had been fighting for, tirelessly, for days on end.

“Your new look is great!”

“Thanks a lot sir!”

“How's the movie going?”

“Okay, slow down,” Snatcher laughed, one hand smudging the tears against his face.

Snatcher waited for the spirits to quieten before he addressed them. “I am thinking of changing the look. And you're welcome.”

“And I haven't been in the studio for days, I'm not that sure what's going on. But… it's been fun, honestly. I really like it there,” Snatcher answered.

“You're a great ruler sir!”

“Thanks. But there's one more thing I have to do. If I want to be a truly great ruler,” Snatcher stated, dragging himself back to stand.

The spirits all backed off a bit, staring at the ruler of the Subcon.

“Does anyone here want to pass on?” Snatcher asked, throat scratchy and raw with emotion.

Dozens of hands shot up in the swarm of spirits.

“Okay. Line up, orderly fashion please.”

The spirits scrambled into line, only a couple Dwellers in the queue. Everyone else backed off to the edges of the clearing.

Snatcher knelt down to the spirit at the front of the line. He recognised this one; Nine. Who had helped him so much recently.

Despite his claims of not caring for his minions, he recognised the signature that each of their souls gave off.

“This I really what you want?” Snatcher confirmed, waiting for the spirit to nod.

“I've wanted this ever since Vanessa first put the curse in place,” Nine admitted.

Snatcher bowed his head, holding Nine’s shoulder with his right hand.

He felt more of the curse seep into him, another chill surging through his body.

He toughed it out.

He had been through worse.

He could make it through this.

Snatcher watched as Nine became a small orb of warm coloured light.

The ghost held the orb to his chest before releasing it to the sky.

Away to freedom.

To the peace they deserved so long ago.

A cheer went up once it had drifted away.

Snatcher smiled softly, aware of how the curse was building up inside of him.

Aware of how it might consume him if he helped too many pass on.

It was a risk he was willing to take.

For them.

For all of them.

Snatcher sighed, staggering to one knee as the last spirit passed on.

In the end, even the spirits who had lurked to the sides decided to pass on.

Snatcher couldn't feel any warmth from the air around him, the ground beneath him.

He snapped his fingers, summoning his phone.

He pocketed it, waiting until he was closer to home to ask about his friend's whereabouts.

The forest was near silent, only a few noises penetrating the night air.

“How am I meant to be a great ruler without subjects?” Snatcher laughed bitterly.

A few trees rustled in the branches above him and the ghost looked back down at the picture of Vanessa.

“I'll dispose of you. Then I want to go to my real family,” Snatcher stated, voice cold.

Hours had passed.

A ghost trudged through the dawn, across a desert, back to the closest thing he had to family.

And miles away, in a frozen corner of a forest, was a manor.

The manor had stayed the same for years within its icy nook.

But now, something was different.

A painting hung along in the attic, against a beam, facing the window.

White and light blue light shone upon the painting of a queen. Upon the painting of a monster.

Further still across the world, a penguin said goodnight to his companion.

And in an alleyway in the depths of the earth, a cat surveyed the graffiti she had done.

Art of a ghost, who had a glowing yellow smile that shone like the sun.

Above the earth, in a spaceship, a small girl lit a purple candle with that same golden smile.

And back in that desert, even with the pain that clung to his form, the ghost smiled.

Because he was finally free.

#a hat in time #ahit #ahit au #snatcher #the snatcher #a hat in time snatcher #ahit hat kid #ahit snatcher #ahit vanessa #ahit empress #queen vanessa #ahit queen vanessa #moonjumper #ahit moonjumper

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machihunnicutt · 9 months

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🎲 for whatever your heart desires 🥰

ty anon!! i'm doing beejhawk again but with some past hawk/carlye content:

36. a kiss to the shoulder

Hawkeye had been in OR so long that he’d gone straight past exhausted and into wired, eye-twitching, hyperactivity. When Radar came through and announced that they were through, Hawkeye nearly applauded: his dirty gloves slapped together in a few half‐hearted claps.

Beej suggested grabbing a drink (the madman.) He seemed to be faring a little better than Hawkeye. He was able to get changed without his hands fumbling. He was even chatting with Kellye, on their way out of OR. Hawkeye didn’t know what time it was. He blinked in the late afternoon light, surprised. It felt like 2 a.m. His thoughts were spinning the way they did when it was past midnight and he couldn’t sleep.

“See you in the Swamp in a bit?” BJ said, laying his hand on Hawkeye’s shoulder.

The weight of his palm nearly set Hawkeye off balance. He steadied himself and then ran a hand through his hair.

BJ’s expression clouded. Hawkeye blinked at him. His jaw looked especially nice in the light. His eyes were tired and his face was in need of a shave. His hands were on his hips: that easy, confident posture that was occasionally so spectacularly attractive that Hawkeye had to blur his eyes a little to avoid making a fool of himself. It was worse when he was tired.

“You okay, Hawk?” BJ said.

“Never better,” Hawkeye said, trying to keep his syllables crisp and not garbled or slurred.

Suddenly, the weight of the day fell squarely on his shoulders. His back hurt. His feet hurt. His head was pounding. His throat was dry. His hands were cramping. He had half the mind to ask Radar to wheel him back to the Swamp on a stretcher.

“You sure?” BJ said.

“Go on,” Hawkeye said, swatting at BJ’s chest. “Go have fun. Don’t worry about me. When you get back I’ll try not to look like something the cat dragged in.

He felt BJ’s eyes on him and he tensed. He knew he looked as bad as he felt, but he really didn’t want BJ to worry. BJ worried about him the same way Carlye used to, when he was in residency, working all the time, drinking his body weight in coffee and falling asleep on the couch with his coat and shoes still on. She’d get this really concerned, disapproving look on her face, but bite her tongue. She’d slink off in the name of giving him some time alone (alone time was rarely what Hawk was after) or they’d hash it out in some big drawn out fight that was about one thing but really another.

He hated fighting. He hated worrying her, but there was nothing that could stop his momentum back then. There were too many things to learn and see and do. He had some youthful reservoir of energy that he didn’t think he’d ever get back, now. He hadn’t been committed to her, properly, but god did he miss her, on occasion.

He missed the way she touched him. He missed her lovely, golden hair. He missed the mornings when he rolled out of bed before sunrise and was stopped short by her arms around him, holding tight, pressing kisses to his neck and shoulders. It was nice to be held onto. It was nice to be desired like that, even if it was just because he was warm and it was early.

He found his way back to the Swamp and flopped down on his cot. He stared at the top of the tent for a while and then tried closing his eyes. It was so dark, and vaguely lonely, looking at the insides of his eyelids so he opened his eyes again and stared some more. Why was it that every time he lay down he couldn’t sleep anymore?

He could sleep on buses and trains and park benches and strangers’ armchairs. He could fall asleep standing up or sitting down or with his nose in a book at the public library. He could nap in the birch trees back home and the red maples and the eastern white pines and the balsam firs (Mom had a booklet with all the shapes of the leaves and what the bark of all the different trees were supposed to feel like. Hawk used to walk in the woods and run his hands over the tree trunks.

He’d liked the variety: of textures, of hardness and softness, of moss and bugs and sap. He liked that they all had different names and shapes and sizes and properties and chemical makeups and yet they all made up the same forest.

If a layman, who wasn’t interested the way Hawkeye was interested, walked through a forest he’d just see a bunch of boring, nondescript plant life, but with a little information Hawk could see entire ecosystems. The diverse beauty of what surrounded him, the fact that he spent most of his time stepping on layers of it (leaves and acorns and mushrooms and animal tracks) was almost too much to bear.

His vision was swimming a little. How had he gotten on this particular train of thought? Carlye? BJ? Sleeping? Waking up to a kiss on the shoulder? Walking through the woods back home.

He’d never walked through the woods with Carlye. She’d come home with him once, to visit Dad, but they’d mostly hung around the kitchen table and talked. The weather had been bad. It had snowed. Hawkeye had to settle for pointing out beloved childhood landmarks through the frozen windows.

Would he walk through the woods with BJ, someday? Would BJ even want to visit Crabapple Cove? Hawkeye was startled by how easily he could picture him there: wearing a borrowed pull‐over, sipping coffee at the counter, ducking his head into Hawkeye’s childhood bedroom and making fun of the posters on the wall.

Hawkeye curled up on his side and thought about it some more. All of the day’s thoughts were swirling and condensing into some strange, brain soup. His pot was boiling over. That was it. BJ would think that was funny: boiling over.

There was a sound in the general direction of the door. Hawkeye thought, distantly, that it was funny for Carlye to be getting home this late. Usually she was home when he got there. Usually she was waiting on the couch, half‐asleep, waiting to be kissed, or just to kiss him on the shoulder. It was a soft, unconscious, moment of comfort. The first time it happened he’d felt immensely loved, just in the very gesture. He ought to return the kiss, and the love attached, since the roles were reversed.

She was coming close to his spot on the couch now, leaning down, smelling of sweat and of booze and she said:

“Hey, Hawk? You alright?”

Hawkeye leaned up and kissed her shoulder. He leaned across her chest so their shoulders were touching. He leaned his face into the broad mass of her shoulder and melted into her.

“Carlye,” he muttered.

“Hawk,” BJ said, louder. He cleared his throat. “It’s me. It’s not…”

Hawkeye snapped his head back down to his pillow.

“Sorry,” he said. “Sorry, I…it’s not that I don’t…I mean it’s…”

“I get it,” BJ said. He put his hands over Hawkeye’s. Touching BJ felt good. It felt thrilling, like touching Carlye.

BJ leaned down and pressed his mouth to Hawk’s shoulder. It was gentle, and slow, and not at all hesitant.

“Goodnight, Hawk,” BJ said.

“Goodnight, Beej,” Hawkeye said.

#this got long whoops #kiss roulette #these are fun i can do a couple more if people have requests lmk!#mash #awi's fic #beejhawk

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