#i can't blame them i was giggling the entire time i was drawing it

[raptorrobot]

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[kiatheinsomniac]

Hiii!! can i request a scenario where in a cold night, alucard pulls reader down on his lap just to cuddle into her/their warmthness, and acts all clingy and handsy towards her/them??? sorry if it sounds vague, is just a short scenario i have in mind, feel free to fill with anything else <3

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☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I've mostly been prioritising my commissions which is why my lineup from my 2k followers event but I've hit a bit of writer's block so I've decided to do a little request to try and feel more refreshed and get writing. But in the meantime, my 2k followers lineup is still paused for my midsummer sale 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Adrian 'Alucard' Tepes x Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 0.7k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

You enter the drawing room, hair wet from the bath you've left not ten minutes ago. After a day of helping to repair the damaged castle, you found yourself covered with dirt and in need of a wash before settling down for the evening.

Trevor and Sypha are gone so it's just you and Alucard now and - as much as you miss the other two members of your little quartet - you're almost glad that they're gone because you finally have time alone with Alucard. Since you first started working together after you and Trevor defeated the cyclops, freeing Sypha and later awakening Alucard, you've felt something. Some spark between you that just didn't have the conditions to catch fire just yet. But you've got it now and you couldn't be more grateful for what's blossomed between the two of you in the meantime.

You giggle as Adrian pulls you down into his lap the moment you're in arms reach, limbs tangling as he lets himself topple over on the sofa with your added weight. He's careful though, attentive as he always is. The back of his hand cradles your head and his arm curls around your waist to pull you close to his strong body as you fall together, assuring that you won't get so much as the slightest bruise as you fall down in an embrace together.

Immediately, he's letting out a pleased hum and holding you as close to him as possible. He tucks your head beneath his chin and then tilts his head down, burying his face in your hair. He inhales deeply as he squeezes you a little tighter and his entire body then slackens in relaxation when you wrap your arms around him in return.

Since the two of you have finally had time alone together, he's been very clingy and you don't blame him at all. He's been so alone since his mother died, he's faced monsters and has been made to kill his own father. He hasn't really spoken about any of it yet but you're sure he will soon enough, once he's had ample time to gather his thoughts and begin to process his feelings. You can't imagine what it might have been like for him if you weren't here to keep him company. Then again, you're sure that Trevor and Sypha wouldn't have left him at all after knowing he's had to kill his father to save Wallachia.

You bury your face in his chest, finding it surprisingly pillowy for how toned he is. Shortly after, you can feel Adrian tangling your legs together and you openly embrace it as the two of you lay there together. His hands roam over your body and you let out a content little hum as they squeeze your hips and roam the plains of your sides. He takes to rubbing your back and you shift a little so that you can tuck your face into where his neck meets his shoulder. His hair tickles your face a little but it's soft and silky against your skin and the feeling of his hand rubbing your back while his other arm stays protectively and affectionately curled around you lulls you into a sleepy state.

Intimate touch like this has grown so common in the days since your quartet has split in half. The two of you finally have time alone for your relationship to grow and for you to be able to be so openly affectionate with one another like this.

You're not sure how long the two of you lay there, just chatting about your plans for repairing the castle and hold, the next day, but you find yourself veering off topic with one question:

"Adrian... can I sleep in your bed tonight?" You squeeze him gently, "You're so warm..." His hand stops rubbing your back in favour of reaching up to brush your hair away from your face.

"Of course." He says gently and there's a practised sincerity in his voice. He's trying to hide his excitement. He'd love nothing more than to hold you in his arms all night; to have you be the last thing he sees before sleeping and the first thing he sees upon waking up.

Tenderly, he tilts his head down just a little so that he can press a lingering kiss upon your forehead. You close your eyes and smile, filled with a warmth that will only grow as this night goes on.

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[annievrse]

intimate moments

eren x reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: a collection of shared moments between you and eren. w/c: 1.3k

2:29 am

“What’s your favourite thing in the world?” Eren asks. You ponder the question briefly, your silence making Eren twist his head toward you. He lay on his stomach, you on your side, and your hand on his bare back. 

“I don’t know,” You say eventually, running your nails up and down his spine. Sparse goosebumps coat his hot skin, and it’s one of the few times you’re reminded that he’s real.  

Eren scoffs softly. “That’s awkward. I was going to say you,” he laughs, the darkness blanketing his pink cheeks. 

“Well,” You say. “You said thing. You’re not a thing, you’re so much more than just a thing, Ren. I don’t know about my favourite thing, but you’re my favourite person.” 

“Well,” Eren mocks. “You’re my favourite person and thing in the entire world.” 

You bite back a laugh. “Okay, thanks, Ren.” 

9:58 pm

The only sounds in the diner are the distant clink of ceramic plates and the buzzing of the light overhead. 

“Remind me what we’re doing here again?” You mumble, chasing the straw around the glass with your mouth. Eren sighs and reaches across the table to grasp the red and white straw between his thumb and pointer finger, holding it still for you. You hum in thanks, closing your lips around it, looking at him expectantly. 

“Thought it’d be cute, but it's kinda dead,” He purses his lips, eyes scanning the empty red booths that line the restaurant's walls. 

Eren’s slumped back in the booth, his legs outstretched under the table, knees bumping into yours, though he doesn’t care to move them. 

“I would ask if I could have a sip of your milkshake, but you downed it like a child,” You chide, your upturned lips betraying your false annoyance. 

Eren shrugs one shoulder. “Can you blame me? I was thirsty. Yours, on the other hand…” 

You roll your eyes and push your glass across the table, watching as Eren ignores the straw entirely and brings the lip of the glass to his mouth. Before he drinks, he raises an eyebrow in a silent question, to which you sigh and nod. 

And then your milkshake is finished too. 

12:45 pm

“What did you get for question 5?” Eren mumbles, eyes squinting at the paper he holds in his hands. 

You look down at your practice test paper, eyes scanning back to the 5th question. “H+.”

“H— huh?” Eren furrows his eyebrows and holds the paper up in front of his face. “H+?” He whispers. 

He mumbles the question back to himself. “Pyruvate dehydrogenase complex… oxidises pyruvate… blah, blah, by removing what?... He+. It’s He+, baby.” 

“Eren,” You call softly, drawing him out of frustration. “Let me help you—” 

“No!” He suddenly says, shaking his head. “I want to do these by myself.” 

You nod, head downturned to read your next question. Although, as the minutes pass, it’s difficult to concentrate when Eren keeps sighing, and his pen repeatedly hits the table. 

“Ren, could you please—” And when you go to look at him, the sudden scrunching of paper makes you jump, causing you to look up faster. 

After making his practice test a ball, Eren shoves the paper into his mouth. The shock on your face makes him laugh, the sound muffled.

“Eren!” You scold, giggling in surprise and disgust, standing and leaning over the table to remove the wad from his mouth. “Stop that.” 

You look to your right at the other students in the library, not wanting to disturb them. After dropping the damp paper ball on the table, you go to sit back down, but Eren throws his arms around your shoulders. 

“I can't bare this any longer!” He exclaims, nuzzling his face into your neck. 

Your hand circles his head to run your fingers through his hair. “Okay, you big baby. Let’s get lunch.” 

“I knew I loved you for a reason!” 

4:23 pm

“Can you shave my beard?” 

You lift your head from where you were focused on your laptop screen. “What?” 

Eren huffs and stalks closer to where you sit on the couch. “Can. You. Shave. My. Beard?” 

“What beard?” You furrow your eyebrows as you squint at your boyfriend’s jaw. “There’s literally nothing there, Ren.” 

“There is! Look,” He bounds over to you, stopping a breath away from your face, pointing at the left side of his jaw. It is true. There is stubble. 

You sigh. “It’s like a millimetre of hair, there’s nothing to shave.” 

Eren pulls back abruptly. “Hey! It’s a millimetre more than Connie's. Now come on!” 

You now sit on the counter, next to the bathroom sink, a disposable razor in your hand, as you watch Eren lather the bottom half of his face with shaving cream. 

He looks in the mirror as he does so, concentration etched between his eyebrows. He’s meticulous with the cream, ensuring it doesn’t go beyond the areas of stubble.

“Don’t think too hard. You’ll hurt yourself,” You tease, softly kicking his thigh with your foot. 

“Shhhhh…” He hushes, quickly rinsing his hands under the tap. After, he moves between your open legs, standing with his eyes closed, ready for you to begin. He places his hands on your thighs, rubbing up and down.

When he doesn’t feel the razor on his face, Eren cracks open an eye to peek at you. “Any day now.” 

But when he sees the bashful look on your face and the sparkle in your eye, he can’t help but blush. 

“What?” He whispers, growing all the more shy under your gaze. 

“You’re just so pretty,” You sigh, bringing your hand around his neck to pull him closer to you. His nose bumps yours, and you already anticipate the shaving cream war that will ensue the minute you do something, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Shut up,” Eren mumbles, pressing his lips against yours. 

7:19 am

“Let’s go for a run,” You smile as you stand up from the bed. 

“What?” Eren yawns, throwing his elbow over his eyes. “You wanna join me on my run?” 

“Yeah, it’ll be fun.” 

“Baby, no offence,” Eren starts, peaking at you from under his arm. “But have you ever run in your life?” 

You scoff, throwing a stray throw pillow at his head. “Sports in my youth counts!” 

“Ugh, fine. But I’m not carrying you.” 

And that’s how you found yourself a quarter of a mile behind Eren as he jogs on the spot, waiting for you to catch up. 

“Come on, baby! I believe in you! Pump those legs,” He yells, arms in the air. You scowl at him, breathing ragged as you willed yourself to keep going. 

But just as you go to hop onto the curb from the road, your ankle betrays you, causing your body to falter and fall to the ground.

You don’t miss Eren’s cackle before he’s approaching you. “No way…”

“Fuck off.” 

Eren holds his hand out for you to take, a cheeky grin on his face. “We’ll go home now.” 

You reluctantly take his hand before he pulls you up. But as soon as you do so, your ankle buckles underneath you. When you sway, Eren’s arm wraps around your waist.

“Easy,” He mutters, peering down at your injured foot.

Then he huffs and picks both of your arms up, turns around, and puts them on his shoulders. “Come on, hop on.” 

You smile smugly, the dull ache in your foot making you wince as you jump onto his back after he crouches down. Eren’s arms circle your thighs, and you shuffle up his back, your face next to his. 

You place a kiss below his ear. “Thanks, bro.” 

Eren rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Call me that again, and you’re walking home.” 

“Sorry, bro,” You giggle when he loosens his grip on your legs, making you tighten your arms around his neck. 

He didn’t make you walk home. 

[mistydeyes]

never grow up

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summary: Your husband's early death leaves you trying to put back the pieces together with your children. Yet at every milestone and after years of their passing, you're still reminded that they aren't here. Highkey inspired by Never Grow Up (TS Version), this song would literally always make me cry and I still listen to it on my drive back to college.

pairing: 141 x fem!Reader (continuation with the mum from my previous fic)

warnings: major character death, angst, swearing, alcoholism

a/n: just gotta keep this angst train going I GUESS but what happens when they die instead of you?

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Your little hand's wrapped around my finger And it's so quiet in the world tonight Your little eyelids flutter 'cause you're dreamin' So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light

"Let's get you to bed," you said as your little twins walked out of the bathroom. This routine felt foreign to you as Johnny had always helped you get them ready. "C'mon let's get those teeth brushed," you said gently as you led your children upstairs. After a few minutes, Johnny had finished the dishes and he smiled to himself as he joined into the small bathroom. "Alright now let's show Daddie how we brush," you exclaimed and Johnny watched as you all danced around the room, toothbrushes in hand. He loved the rhythmic sound of your footsteps dancing around as you tried to make the nightly routine fun. "All done!" your daughter exclaimed as she stood there proudly. Your son joined next to her and they showed off their matching pajamas. "Can't tell you two apart," he joked as the whole home was filled with giggles.

That thought was in the past as he had been gone for two weeks and you struggled every day. The world had lost its color and everything was more quiet than you remembered. You'd drive down different streets to avoid your husband's memory and even changed your entire routine but the grief is still there. You had taken off an indeterminate amount of time from work and no one blamed you. This was the first time putting your children to bed as your sister had been helping you out for the last few weeks. As you tucked the twins in, your son reached out and held your hand tightly.

"Mammy, I can't sleep," he whispered and your heart broke. His hand was wrapped around your finger and he looked at you with tears in his eyes. "I can stay for a while," you quietly said as you tried to lie down in your son's small bed. Your son cuddled up to you as he cried into your arm. "Why did Daddie go away?" he wailed as you shakily patted his back. You took a moment to answer as you tried to blink away tears of your own. "He was going somewhere we couldn't but trust me he's having lots of fun" you whispered as the tears began to fall freely, "he's probably watching a football game, you know how much he loves those." Your son sniffled for a few moments and you could feel your arm become soaked with the little one's tears.

"Are you gonna go too, Mammy?" you son asked shakily. "I'll be here when you wake up, trust me," you said reassuringly before your son rolled over and cried to sleep. You continued to draw reassuring circles on his back as you held your sobs in. You stayed like that until you could see his eyelids flutter and the room was filled with rhythmic breathing. You kissed your son and daughter on the forehead as you quietly left the room. You made sure to turn the nightlight on before exiting into the dark hallway. You closed the door to the bedroom quietly and headed downstairs. No matter how long it had been, you couldn't sleep in your bed as you would always wake up expecting his smiling face to be there.

At fourteen, there's just so much you can't do And you can't wait to move out someday and call your own shots

"Alright enjoy the movie, love" you said as you dropped your daughter off to the cinema. After days of fighting, you had allowed her to go and meet some friends. Your daughter knew it was a difficult time so she tried to be understanding but eventually, it all exploded. Your son had moved out and naturally, you and your daughter were at odds. Words had been said and you both regretted them. If Simon were here, he would have taken the situation over and somehow you would have come to an agreement. But he wasn't and you were left to deal with it alone.

"Thanks, Mum," she said curtly before she went to exit the door. You stopped her before she opened it. "I'm sorry," you began to say as her back faced you, "Rose, it's not fair that you have to stay home because of it." You refused to say his death but you both knew today was the anniversary of his passing. Even turned away, you could tell your daughter was still upset. Your daughter let a few tears fall before she turned to you. "I'm sorry too, Mum," she said as she embraced you. You shared a quiet moment before your daughter heard her friends call to her. "I'll have Imogen's mum drop me off later," she said before you could object. "I already asked so you don't have to worry," she whispered before kissing your cheek and walking away.

When you went home, you poured the same bottle of Bourbon you had kept all these years. You were conservative with it and portioned two out, always one for you and one for him. You shakily poured the heavy bottle into the crystal glasses you had been given on your wedding day. You closed your eyes as you tried to remember his voice. "Simon look!" you exclaimed and he turned to look at you. He blocked the mid-afternoon light as he leant down on the couch. "John got us lowball classes so we can enjoy some good ol' Southern bourbon together," you remarked and twirled the glasses in your hand. "I thought you hated the stuff, love" he replied as he took them to be washed. "I could learn to love it for my new husband," you joked before he kissed you on the cheek. You tried to remember what he were wearing but your memory failed you. When you opened your eyes, part of you expected to see him there but instead in front of you were two glasses filled with the brown liquid. You choked down the brown solution as you painfully swallowed his memory and the strong liquor.

When your daughter returned home, she took the other glass and poured it out into the sink. She put the ornate bottled bourbon away and threw out the other cheap bourbon you had bought on your way home. Just another failed attempt of enjoying your late husband's favorite alcohol. "I'm home, Mum, let's get you to bed," she whispered as she gently shook your arm. You hugged her goodnight before you ascended the stairs to the empty bedroom. As you shut the door, your daughter could've sworn she heard you cry.

Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home Remember the footsteps, remember the words said

"Alright Ives, it's time to go to bed," you called as you entered your daughter's bedroom. The room was barren except for a few objects, the rest were sitting downstairs in cardboard boxes taking up the dining room. Your daughter was finishing up packing her remaining things when she turned to you. "We have a long day tomorrow," you said as you moved the box to the hallway. You looked around the room and frowned slightly at the emptiness. "I couldn't get the stars off," Ivy said quietly and you looked up to see glow-in-the-dark stars plastered to the ceiling. The stars had been up there since she was young, a purchase you had made when your daughter, at 5 years old, expressed interest in space. "Dad must've super glued it or something," she laughed sadly as she joined your eyes to the ceiling. You remembered when Kyle offered to put them up, haphazardly hanging off a ladder as he glued the small stars. "He loved this house, probably never wanted us to leave," you replied and hugged her goodnight.

You took one last look at the room before closing the door gently and retreating to the bedroom. You walked around the cardboard box and slowly made your way through the hallway. You navigated with the glow of the soft lights, avoiding looking at the photographs that depicted your late husband. You couldn't look at the happy gaze of him on your wedding day or when you had first brought Ivy home. In the glare of the overhead lights, they attempted to call for your attention. The last photo before your bedroom was his military portrait, sent to you by parcel from the Special Air Service. You couldn't pass this one idly by as the light switch sat next to it. Your husband looked so proud in his formal uniform and you let your hand gently glide along the frame.

As you entered your bedroom, you laid out your clothes out for the next morning. It wasn't anything special just some simple shorts and a shirt. Despite that, you knew Kyle would still say you were the most beautiful woman on earth. You settled on the simple attire as you were moving your daughter into uni and knew the day would be filled with a long drive and an even longer time transporting all of her things. You used to put your clothes out every morning and Kyle would always place his next to yours. The room was relatively untouched since he died, with only a few new pictures of you and your daughter sitting on the dresser. You half-heartedly walked to the bathroom and went through the motions of your evening routine before sinking underneath the cold sheets.

As you closed your eyes to sleep, you could remember Kyle coming home when your daughter was still young. Kyle would always arrive late at night and would always be silent when he came home. However, you and your daughter would always be up waiting for him. "Shhh I think he's coming," you whispered as you saw the driveway's floodlights turn on. As Kyle turned the knob, he saw you and your daughter sitting on the steps. "Welcome home!" you both announced as you went to hug him. "Loves, what are you doing awake?" he asked but he knew the answer. "It's a tradition, no matter how late," you said as you kissed his cheek. "Now let's get you unpacked," Ivy said as she struggled to take his duffle upstairs.

So here I am in my new apartment In a big city, they just dropped me off It's so much colder than I thought it would be

"And that's the last box," you said as you placed the cardboard box on your son's counter. After a whole day of moving, you had finally finished getting everything out of the moving truck. Your son was on his own now, having moved to London and was starting a new job that Monday. He navigated the busy streets with the truck and you both felt accomplished as you looked at the wide space. The air was cold as you begun the day and now small snow crystals coated the flat's window.

"He would've loved this place," you said as you put your head on your son's shoulders. The flat was fit for a young adult, with a kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom, and a nice living room. "Did I ever tell you how bad his first assignment was?" you joked and your son laughed. When you first met John, you hated the small barracks he found himself in when he was his son's age. Part of you was glad your son hadn't joined the military, John always regretted the long months away from home. "He would have thought this was great but he would've taken over the unpacking," he replied and you smiled at your husband's memory. He was right after all, you always had a vision on how to turn a house into a home and John would always follow with the heavy lifting. "I guess he would have," you replied sadly and your son saw a few tears fall. You stood like that for a few moments before you saw yourself out with a promise to call sometime that week.

As you arrived to the empty home, you gently hung your coat on the rack. You were now officially an empty nester as your youngest was gone. You smiled sadly as you looked on the calendar as to when your eldest and his family would be visiting again. As you counted down the days, you remembered when you were pregnant and decorating your youngest son's nursery. "John, no put that over there," you directed as you sat in a chair with your enlarged belly. "I don't think the baby is going to care, sweetheart," he replied as he moved the framed map to the other side of the nursery. You had insisted on hanging vintage maps and travel posters, even purchasing a mobile with hanging clouds and a plane. You hoped your son would travel the world some day. "I'll care though," you said as he nailed the picture in. John sat next to you as you smiled at him. "You'd think I'd know a thing or two after two kids," he joked and placed a hand on your stomach. Almost immediately, the baby kicked as he held his hand there softly. "He agrees with my design choices," you joked and the room filled with laughter. While you did accomplish some destinations with your children on shared travel bucket list, it never was the same. The worn postcards from your travels as a young adult sat in the same box it always had. You grabbed them from the shelf, blowing off some accumulated dust. As you looked at your delicate handwriting and depiction of your travels, you felt some tears pierce your eyes. At the bottom of the pile, lay your only postcard you received from John. A postcard from Amsterdam with the writing reading "To my favorite traveler, here's one place I went to before you. Love, John"

[soumarhea]

So I watched Disney's Planes: Fire & Rescue some months ago and I found the characters and their dynamics so interesting that I've been thinking about them ever since. (And by "thinking" I mean editing the TvTropes character page for months now.) And then I found a post here about Wings of Fire au and that's my final straw. Two of my favorite things together?? Planes F&R Wings of Fire au had been living rent free in my brain for nearly a month now and I'm blaming @amethyst257 for it.

I'm gonna be honest, I read WoF Arc 1 nearly ten years ago, there's not much I can recall (aside from Clay is an adorkable himbo, Tsunami killed her dad and her mom is a helicopter, Glory is a sass queen of two tribes, Starflight went blind, and Sunny gave herself princess status). I haven't even start with Arc 2 but at least I know those exist, because I only know about Arc 3 this year. And I have not the time to refresh on Arc 1, much less start with Arc 2 and/or 3. But! I have read Wings of Fire: A Guide to the Dragon World to completion. It may not be entirely flawless info, and I still have zero idea about Arc 3, but now I at least understand that Jewel Hive is the best Hive to live in if you're a SilkWing (I confidently claims without actually knowing). So! Zero idea about 66% of the story and a very hazy 33%, this headcanons will have so many lore holes and may not even fly, but I'll be damned if I didn't try. I'm shoving all this headcanons off a cliff, so it better fly. "Planes" and "Wings" are literally in the name, that's double the flight power!

Since I can't draw dragons to save my life, I'll just colors Joy Ang's line arts of the dragon tribes instead. Trying to incorporate elements from the Planes characters (like the three white stripes and chevron patterns that the Air Attack team had going on as their Non-Uniform Uniform) is one hell of a thing. Who knows trying to translate vehicles into dragons would be absurdly hard (evidently, I don't). They wouldn't be using paints, so maybe ink or henna as staining materials? Nail Scale polish?? Iirc tattoo is a thing in WoF right??? Maybe I should just give the dragons some T-shirts instead.

So far I only colored Blade and Windlifter. That would be 2/12 (not counting size comparison pic). Will edit the pictures in as I'm done with them.

Edit [31/07]: Updated Blade and Windlifter's picture, added Cabbie and the smokejumpers' pictures (that'd be 8 out of 12 now, wow). Everything written in green is new added info (except for Windlifter's name, duh).

Edit [05/08]: Updated all existing pictures, removed the "outdated" size comparison pic, and added Nick, Maru, Dipper, and Patch's pictures (12 out of 12!) Everything written in purple is new added info (except for Patch's name, ofc)

Kinda long post ahead.

Air Attack team from Pantala

Blade

Blade would be too self-conscious to look this aggressive tho. I would pinch his mouth shut if I could. At first I tried making his chevron pattern to look natural by the color arrangement of his scales, but then I thought it'd look better if I just said Maru paints it on with scale polish. I changed his chevron pattern again. I am indecisive sue me.

A HiveWing with color mutation; he have white scales and blue eyes. His HiveWing fight/defensive mechanism is the one where he can spray boiling acid from his stinger. I would give him the "horrible stench" one just for shits and giggles, and for the smokejumpers to call him stinky, but nah Upon further revisions I decide to also give him nerve toxin (that he didn't even know about, since he never stab other dragons for shits and giggles), and you can't stop me. So now he can spray boiling acid from his tail stinger and inject nerve toxin from his wrists stingers. (Isn't that overkill? No its not.)

Grew up in Vinegaroon Hive, moves to Jewel Hive later on for a change of pace. This is where he met Nick and Maru. (He didn't know he already saw Nick before, when Nick performs at Vinegaroon Hive.)

Elaborating on the point above, while still living in Vinegaroon Hive, he dabbled in all sorts of professions; he had joined and led successful hunting trips, joined research expeditions as a research assistant and conducting studies on Pantalan wildlife species, and even took up culinary. It was fulfilling for a while… until it wasn't.

He moved to Jewel Hive after he heard about the lavish parties thrown every now and then from one of his acquaintances. ("So you're telling me, everyone partied all night long and woke up the next day, at midday, with a massive hangover? Alright, sign me up.") He just wants some excitement in his life at this point.

Nick and Maru spotted him at one of the parties, actually. Everyone else was ridiculously glamoured up, and Blade… was sorely underdressed. He sticks out like a sore thumb, and Nick wasn't about to let this crime go unpunished. The rest is history.

His entire life he's been taught about how great HiveWings are for winning the Tree Wars, and how the SilkWings should be thankful to them for protecting their "defenseless" tails against those "barbaric" LeafWings. Blade approach that topic very differently. ("Doesn't that just means we should keep protecting them instead of treating them so poorly?") He very much is in the "unpopular opinion" group and bullied by his peers for it.

After Queen Wasp's dethronement, he followed Maru and moves to LeafSilk Village. And later, among those who flew to Pyrrhia. Presumably, for another change of pace.

He just wants to be alone, but Maru have a different plan… And Windlifter have even more of a different plan. He got dragged to school against his will, and his life will never get anywhere near lonely after that.

How did he ended up as chief of Piston Peak Air Attack (PPAA)? (it wouldn't be called Piston Peak, there is no pistons in Pyrrhia and I might not even stationed them at any Peak here. But "Pyrrhia Peak" doesn't sound too bad. hmm...) I haven't come up with anything for that yet, but they're going to build their own Hive in Pyrrhia (its nowhere near as big as the Hives in Pantala). Its somewhere between Jade Mountain and NightWing Village (for reference), and the team calls it the Air Attack Hive, their base of operation.

Nick (I'll just sneak him right here)

Not sure if I manage to live up to the "most beautiful/prettiest SilkWing" description with this, but my reference is literally a helicopter with police livery. Also, Nick wouldn't look this submissive. If I could crammed him full with cheeky confidence and flirtatious charms I would. Also also, WoF canon of SilkWing can't have black scales is dumb. Most if not all butterflies have black in their palette, what do you mean SilkWings can't have black??

A typical SilkWing... and one of the most beautiful around. Even gets himself nominated as the prettiest SilkWing multiple times. And more often than not, wins.

Grew up in Jewel Hive. One of the best artisans, but well-known particularly for his charms and theatrics. Upon revisions;

Grew up in Jewel Hive, he's well-known for his charms and theatrics, which lands him the profession as a performer. He puts on plays and concerts for the HiveWings and travels from Hive to Hive. Nick had performed in every Hive and comes to the conclusion that; he's never going to travel to the other Hives anymore. Like, "damn, those Hives don't deserve me tf". (He's not impressed by how those Hives treated SilkWings.)

When Maru was stationed at Jewel Hive, he decides to work for Nick instead of his employer. The second Nick gave him the opportunity, Maru quits his old job and moved in. (I'm giving these SilkWings too much power, they're going to unionize atp)

Nick caught glimpse of Blade during his short stay at Vinegaroon Hive. They didn't get to interact since Nick was performing on stage and Blade was all the way at the back seating. By the time the play was over, Blade was already gone.

How did Nick manage to notice Blade when they were so far apart? Blue eyes are not only uncommon for HiveWings; they're unusual. Nick had always wanted a closer look, and boy did he get it. When they spotted Blade in one of Jewel Hive's parties, Maru had to practically peel him off of Blade. ("What's the matter with you? SilkWings have blue eyes more often than not." "Yeah. But have you seen his??") Nick thinks they're very pretty.

From Nick's experiences with HiveWings, they're generally rude and condescending towards SilkWings. Even in Jewel Hive, SilkWings would sometimes get objectify to sit around the shops and look pretty to attract customers. He was ready to be disappointed, but when they approached Blade and he treats them no lesser than himself, Nick was pleasantly surprised. They were inseparable since, until... y'know.

Maru

Just imagine his tail is prehensile. Also, Maru wouldn't look this submissive either, if I could give him shit-eating grin I would. Also also, I am still not satisfied with the lifeline pattern, so I might change it to something else. Maybe as part of clothing article or something. Stealth edit is stealthy ;p

SilkWing with major mutation; his tail is prehensile. (Presumably inherited from the RainWings who fled to Pantala along with the BeetleWings, the LeafWings, and the SeaWings all those centuries ago. Don't ask questions! He need this because;) He uses his tail like an extra arm, specifically to hold his coffee while he work.

I would give him flamesilk ability but then he'd be one of Queen Wasp's flamesilk production slaves, locked in a dungeon somewhere, so nah.

Studies in Mantis Hive and moves to Jewel Hive after he graduates. (Heavily assuming Maru even gets to enroll into the universities since, y'know, he's a SilkWing. Probably Definitely not but shut up. I'm keeping this.) He's not only good with works, he went above and beyond. But he was still assigned as web workers (a "lowly SilkWing" profession) despite being one of the best inventors in the Hives. (This is an exaggeration; you can hear him exclaiming "It's better than new!" even if you're in TseTse Hive while he's in Mantis Hive. For reference.)

Despite getting his profession assigned to him, he still do whatever tf he wants, much to the disapproval of his HiveWing employer. They told him to fix the webs, he did… and make them better! And he got yelled at for it. So he ditches them to work for a fellow SilkWing instead (it is, of course, Nick).

Once Blade enters the picture, Maru spends more time trying to get Nick on schedule. Why's that? Nick just wants to spend time with Blade instead of doing his work.

After Queen Wasp's dethronement, he moves to LeafSilk Village together with Blade. And later, among those who flew to Pyrrhia… along with Blade. Personally, he just wants to be there for Blade.

Windlifter dragged them both to Jade Mountain Academy. And by "them both", I mean Blade. Windlifter dragged just Blade specifically. Maru would be eating popcorn or honey drops (if he packed any) watching it all go down.

He built the Air Attack Hive with the team's help and made it even better than the Hives back in Pantala.

Windlifter

I might tweaked his design a little bit more. I'm still not satisfied with this. Alright, I change the white chevron patterns to yellow-ish, hoping it look like it's stained using henna instead of painted on with white paint. Did I changed anything? I did tweaked something, I forgot what.

A LeafWing with leafspeak ability, just like his parents.

Grew up in the SapWing Village. He was just a little dragonet when the Tree Wars starts warring properly. Which means he's around 50 years old. (Dragons live up to over hundreds years old right? So about time Windlifter having mid-life crisis.)

After the Tree Wars conclusions, he moves to LeafSilk Village. And later, among those who flew to Pyrrhia. Personally, he wanted to broadened his worldview and to learn more about all the other tribes at Jade Mountain Academy. It's "life long learning" after all.

Despite being in the same continent, in the same village, and in the same group when they flew to Pyrrhia; Windlifter officially meets Blade and Maru only upon arrival at Pyrrhia. He dragged them along to Jade Mountain Academy, much to Blade's annoyance.

Windlifter's justification for dragging Blade along is due to his own prejudice against HiveWings, he wants to know them better. And Blade was (unfortunately) within his reach at the moment. The two did have a rough start, and Maru is there as the peacemaker with popcorns making sure they don't kill each other.

Windlifter sets out to understand other tribes, especially the HiveWings, better. But ended up understanding Blade, as his own person dragon, better.

Cabbie was an enigma at first, but doable (mainly because they shares some common grounds). And Dipper... took him the longest to understand. By the time he finally gets her, Dipper calls him her best friend, which he agrees.

(This point is entirely inspired by C130's fic on AO3, specifically Q is for Quarantine Chapter 48) By the time Dusty joins Air Attack, Windlifter already found himself a partner and have two dragonets. His partner is named Tulasi, a LeafWing who grew up in PoisonWing Village. They first met at LeafSilk Village when everything on Pantala started to settle down. Their relationship begins on a friendly terms and they maintained that even when Windlifter went to Pyrrhia for studies (only returning home for a short time whenever possible) but they manage to make it work.

Air Attack team from Pyrrhia

Dipper

Dipper wouldn't look exactly like this, this is a typical SeaWing line art. Dipper's dorsal fin would tapered off to a SkyWing's spikes; her tail is slightly narrower than a SeaWing's but still thicker than a SkyWing's; she wouldn't have the barbels on her lower jaw or the webs between her talons; and her wingspan is greater than the typical SeaWing's but are still inferior to the SkyWing's. And as mentioned below, her bioluminescent stripes doesn't function. She put more effort to her chevron patterns than her three white stripes.

A SeaWing/SkyWing hybrid. She looks like a SeaWing… maybe a little funny-looking here and there… and a little too yellows and reds instead of greens and blues (did I say a little? I mean a lot). She have gills, but not the webbed talons. Her bioluminescent stripes are non-functional, and she can breath fire. (not underwater though)

Since she looks too different than the regular SeaWings, she grew up alone in one of the many islands in the Bay of a Thousand Scales. Being all alone by herself made her a bit loony… and socially stunted.

She did try living underwater with fellow SeaWings but since her bioluminescent stripes doesn't functions, she simply can't converse in Aquatic even if she knows a word or two.

So her next best move is to live on one of the islands and hoped fellow SeaWings would surface and socialize with her above water. But after a few attempted socializing, her visitors dwindles out until none for months. She'd be lucky if she even gets a visitor within a year.

By behaviour, you'd think she'd be on the young side… She's older than Windlifter. (Between a few years to a decade older.)

One day, she got word about Jade Mountain Academy, and was interested to see "what's up with that? sounds fun!". She was apprehensive at first, but it's worth a shot. She thought it would just be a short trip; just a little visit and then go back home. "No need to overstay your welcome". The risk she took was calculated, but damn, was she bad at math.

This is where our Pantalan trio just picked up strays whenever they could. Windlifter, Blade, and Maru thought she's a norm, and by the time they realized that she's an outlier, Dipper is already a part of this "not quite, but not so dysfunctional famil—I mean, group".

Cabbie

This is where I took even more creative liberties with the lore. sue me

Cabbie wouldn't look this friendly. Maybe a bit more aloof. Also, this is a typical MudWing line art. Just imagine he have the SkyWing's wings instead. That red thing on his backside isn't a scar (though I should give him some scarring from his wartime) or the blood of his enemies (honestly, he would have some on him just because), it's his red chevron pattern painted on with scale polish by the smokejumpers (its' messy, and they waste bottles of scale polish on it) and so does the three white lines on his hind legs. Gave him some scarring, and the smokejumpers insist on painting the "51" on his face as part of their bonding activity. Someday, Drip and Blackout would paint "PP" on his right wing and Avalanche would (unhelpfully) adds "F" to it. That's how Cabbie got his PPF 51 call sign. A lot of scale polish will be wasted that day.

A MudWing/SkyWing hybrid. Bred for war in the past. He's built like a MudWing with the SkyWing's impressive wingspan. Easily pass off as a MudWing. You know volcanic mud? That's his coloring. (see picture above lol) He can breath fire without the MudWing's "need to be warm enough" rule.

~120 years old. Lived through wars and he didn't want to live through another one so he sits out the SandWing Succession War. One war in a lifetime is more than enough for any dragon really.

He lives in a cave somewhere between the Sky Kingdom and Mud Kingdom's borders, somewhere close to Diamond Spray Delta.

One day he went down to the Mud Kingdom for some mud bath; unintentionally discovered several MudWing nests; and noticed some of them contains blood-red eggs. Long story short, "no thoughts, head empty. ooh shiny!", he took all the red eggs with him and by the time he flew back home, he realized he have five blood-red MudWing eggs to look after now. Why didn't he just leave the eggs? Being a hybrid, he's wired differently than purebred MudWings. And, they're his now so shut up!

Being a single da— I mean uncle to five very loud, very messy, very energetic, young dragons tire him out really fast. So he went to drop them off at Jade Mountain Academy for the weekend. And what an adventure that would become.

The smokejumpers

From top to bottom: Dynamite, Drip, Blackout, Pinecone, and Avalanche. I tried so hard to not make them look related but still maintains their vehicle coloring, and also stick to WoF canon of MudWing coloring, which means Dynamite, Drip, and Avalanche all have eye color mutation. Dynamite and Drip still looks like they're related fml. I'm going to add the smokejumpers' team logo and their call sign numbers later. The logo would be their tattoo and the numbers will just be painted on. So I also added reflective scale polish on their wings' scales to evoke those reflective safety vest. If they could get their way, the jumpers would be painting themselves head to toe with it. Maru made sure they don't waste a single drop of it, that scale polish was costly.

All of them are MudWings, hatched from blood-red eggs, so they have fire resistant scales. And quite the bunch of daring little dragonets. They even make a game out of jumping over bonfires. Cabbie lovingly calls them "smokejumpers".

Since Cabbie egg-napped them from their original nests, they're not actually blood-related. But that doesn't make them any less siblings than the blood-related MudWing siblings.

Dynamite is the big wing. She wouldn't have been the big wing of her original siblings. So in the siblings of smokejumpers, she turns out the smallest. From smallest to biggest; Drip (only slightly larger than Dynamite), Blackout, Pinecone, and Avalanche.

Pinecone and Avalanche would've been the big wings of their respective blood-related siblings.

If you think "Avalanche" doesn't sound like a MudWing name, it was either that or "Mudslide". He picked "Avalanche" because it sounded better and badass.

How did they get their names? Dynamite suddenly sneezed fire once and gave Cabbie a heart attack. Drip always dripping with mud and trailing messes everywhere, and Cabbie clean up after him of course. Blackout accidentally put out their bonfire once. Pinecone collects funny shaped pinecones as a hobby. And Avalanche caused a landslide once, he pleaded not guilty. (Saving these from tag limbo, should've been included in post proper from day one.)

Cabbie sent them to study at Jade Mountain Academy so they'd stop giving him more mess to cleanup. They made messes along the way anyway.

At this point in the story (of them going to Jade Mountain Academy), they're tween to young teen dragonets, so 3-4 years old (6-7 is the dragon age of maturity iirc). By the time Dusty joins Air Attack, they'd be somewhere in their mid-late thirties, still as energetic, playful, and daring as they were.

How did they determined who get what number to paint on their faces? They roll two dice; Dynamite got 22; Drip got 36; Blackout 25; Pinecone rolled 1 and lost the second die, so she got 10; after they search for the lost die, Avalanche rolled 55; and they got Cabbie to roll 51. And then they get to painting the numbers on each other's faces. It's part of their bonding activities.

Patch

WoF canon: NightWing can have dark green eyes, Me: lime. Same as Maru, I might change how I want the lifeline pattern to look, maybe as an arm band (leg band??) instead. xp

A small NightWing, due to genetics but mainly, malnutrition. She have future vision, but she can only see as far as… 2 hours into the future.

Grew up in the volcanic NightWing Kingdom. She's somehow lucky enough to manage to hatched under one full moon… even through all the soot and smokes from the volcanoes, and the clouds. Everything just lines up exactly right for her to be under one full moon when she hatched. How did her egg got out in the open instead of safely in the caves with the other NightWing eggs? Well, some dragon manage to misplaced it somehow idk.

Currently lives in NightWing Village of the Rainforest Kingdom.

One night, she dreamed about going to Jade Mountain Academy… and interesting things happens. So she went. And interesting things did happened. It's a fated assembly.

WoF headcanon; the respect that HiveWings and SilkWings have towards NightWings borders on reverence (all thanks to Clearsight). Therefore neither Blade nor Maru will argue with Patch. If they didn't know any better they'd worship the ground she walks on. The two would eventually grow out of this blind respect to actually respects her for who she is.

Size comparison is its own post now.

I have plans for the Propwash Junction peeps too, they'll have their own post. Dusty won't have his picture here (he's not counted in the 12 pics at the start of this post) but I need to include some info about Dusty here before I forgot anything. So,

Dusty

A small RainWing/MudWing hybrid. (I haven't come up with anything else)

Suffers a serious, near-crippling, wings injury due to Ripslinger (I haven't come up with what the injury is, or whether Ripslinger is responsible for it directly or indirectly) so Dusty needs support equipment to help him fly (I haven't come up with what invention Dottie made to support Dusty yet). So anyway, by the time Planes F&R events happened, that support equipment starts to fail, and they're out of materials to make a new one. And that's how he joined the PPAA team.

[burgerrat]

@hofnarrofficial said: gimme everything you got just bury me alive (only if thats possible ofc lmao)

Ok.

Turbo's favourite movie is Herbie: Fully Loaded

He has ALWAYS been flamboyant/effeminate like you see King Candy being. I hate seeing people portray Turbo as this perpetually grumpy/angry bitter person all the time all because of the revelation scene being the one 'real scene' we have of Turbo in his original form. The reason why Ralph wouldn't recognize the similar behaviour pattern is because he didn't know Turbo well enough since he rarely ever left his own game unless it was to go to Tapper's to have a root beer and brag about winning to anyone who'd listen (mainly Felix). Need a 'draw/write Turbo being silly and goofy like King Candy is' solidarity.

Contrary to popular belief, he does like the color pink- he just has a very specific preference for that particular salmon shade of pink.

Turbo and the twins all had racecar beds to sleep in back in TurboTime.

Candybug's desire to take over the entire arcade at the end of the movie is his new cy-bug coding speaking; all Turbo has ever wanted is to race again and be in the spotlight. He would struggle to control his bug instincts not just in terms of resisting beacons of light but also in terms of acting upon intrusive thoughts in general. Mix that with anger and hopelessness that he'll likely never be able to drive again in this new form and you've got the perfect recipe for disaster, because what more does he have to lose?

Do not misunderstand: I too dislike the trope of 'he's just misunderstood' since that is far from the truth, but that doesn't mean he can't have moments where you feel empathy for him (at least in my case): you are programmed to be the protagonist of your world, the best, that is your sole purpose in the life you have. You become addicted to the attention you recieve- foolishly not thinking once that it's possible that may not be the same thing tomorrow. Once that is suddenly taken away, you don't understand why- you're the best. And because you are the best, instead of processing your losses normally, you won't let go. You're instead determined to take back what was rightfully yours. By any means possible. Making the biggest mistake of your life- you kill not just your neighbors but your own home out of impulse. You are to blame for the choice you took- guilt becomes rage, rage becomes bitterness, bitterness becomes calculative; why cry over spilled milk? The damage is done, and your code is desperately crying out to do what you were made to do: race. All you can do is start anew... don't dwell on the past if you want to have the spotlight again, processing your mistake doesn't matter anyway; and so, once a new racing game is in town- you'd be frothing at the mouth to hop in after decades of isolation, wouldn't you? You'd do anything, if you were that desperate and awfully selfish.

This leads us to the following: Turbo had a mental breakdown during his years of isolation, mainly because he was unable to race; this is why he laughs and giggles no matter the mood he's in as King Candy. It's a form of tic.

This might be a bit OOC? But whatever. Hilariously enough King Candy is a somewhat decent(take that with a grain of salt, I'll elaborate in a moment) fatherly figure: he treats the SR racers like they're his adopted kids. I say somewhat decent because of course he completely excludes Vanellope and because he picks favourites; Taffyta, Rancis and Candlehead are his golden children and because of that, he's sometimes willing to swallow his pride and let them cross the finish line before him.

Taffyta is VERY competitive and sometimes will get unreasonably aggressive to win and that's something KC admires in her because it reminds him so much of himself and the bond he used to have with the Twins, especially when competing. Another reason why Taffyta bullies Vanellope is because she knows King Candy dislikes her wish to compete and she feels like this is something that would please him regardless of his approval of it.

Again maybe kind of OOC-ish but I sincerely don't think Turbo outright hates Vanellope herself like. As a person; she has done nothing, but she does pose a threat to blowing his cover and he is not going to allow her. The one thing that bothers him a lot about her is her stubborness to race and always finding a way to weasel into the Random Roster Race. During the tunnel scene where he straight up becomes violent towards her, you can tell she's never seen him this angry to her before; this leads me to believe he never blew up on her before because, regardless of how much of a threat she posed for him; in his mind- he figured she likely would never really be in a situation where she would actually cross the finish line, and she's just a child, so why bother? Of course. That is until she sprints right past him on the race track and the rest is history. (And I have to clarify again I AM NOT justifying his actions; there is no 'justifying' any of it. This is an observation because of the reactions/expressions/etc. seen in the scene.)

Writing that previous hc reminded me of this and I just had to include it because I can SO see this happening 😭 it's hilarious and wholesome in a way.

I saw something about this on @king-crawler 's blog and I feel like I should bring this up bc it rubbed me the wrong way: I donno about you but to me, Turbo programming himself as King of Sugar Rush is not ego thing (not the main reason behind it at least!); it's to avoid suspicion in general within the game because ALL of the SR racers are children. It would be suspicious and really fuckin' weird to have a character programmed as an adult that isn't an NPC/side-character like Sour Bill or the donut cops to just be among them like nothing, regardless if he wipes their memories they (or other candy subjects) will question it. He's not stupid, in the game there's supposed to be a royal figure, no? So, it'd make perfect sense for that figure to be a supposedly 'wise' King that looks after all his subjects and makes sure rules aren't broken. So to me it's less of something done out of selfishness and more of just being able to go by unnoticed, he programmed himself as King to fit in with the whole 'monarchy' concept within SR. At the end of the movie when Vanellope says she doesn't want to be a princess, you get a little glimpse of how much the candy subjects depend and rely on a 'higher figure' to function.

As King Candy, he believes himself to be cute. (adding this side note just in case bc I shit you not this is genuinely something people have argued and mocked me over: don't come at me for this. I have my opinion, you have yours and I'm not going to change it for you; as a fan for a whole decade who has known in tge past other fans, there ARE people that find him cute as I do /gen /lh) He shamelessly indulges in that and he WILL use that as a manipulation tactic to get what he wants- sometimes playing with your emotions as well by tugging at your heart strings and overall painting himself to be a 'frail silly old man' in sn exaggerated manner so you'll give in to whatever he wants- and once you agree suddenly the 'frail' old monarch has an outburst of energy and joy, completely shedding off this fragile-pitiful facade.

Turbo has somehow rescued the Turbo Twins before his game was unplugged and I have evidence to prove this:

He has their codes tucked into his own (bad example I know but kind of like how an opossum mom keeps her joeys in her pouch); he keeps them in a dormant state this way by not allowing them to have separate code boxes of their own. The reasons behind this are simple: he doesn't want two characters that very obviously don't belong in the game to roam around freely, he has enough trouble with Vanellope as it is; and he knows that if he lets them awaken and respawn, they will criticize him for the path he chose to go down- and he doesn't want to deal with that because, for him, it would be pointless and it'd only bring frustration he doesn't need. He would rather keep them as ghosts of the past hidden in his pocket.

Speaking of Vanellope: Turbo is awfully envious of her driving skills, she's the first racer that has bested him on the track. Another selfish reason why he doesn't want her to race- goodness forbid a child beating you at what you're passionate about and arriving in second place.

When overly emotional- be it positive or negative feelings- King Candy would sometimes temporarily glitch back to his original form as Turbo because his code is old, filled to the brim with stuff, it's bound to have a few crack and tears here and there, like an old but still functioning car with a rusty engine; this issue has only accentuated after the glitching-exchange during the tunnel scene.

Speaking of which- because there were little to no censorships in 70's videogames, Turbo bleeds. It's pixelated blood because it cannot be processed through the programming of Sugar Rush since the game was not made to have any graphic themes in it. If one of the racers gets hurt- they quite literally just bleed coding.

Turbo often smokes.

Turbo sometimes gets sick of eating nothing but candy and will send out Sour Bill to get him something salty to eat from another game. He has his own little stack of junk food and other non-sweets within the castle.

He's not just the King of Candy, he's THE LORD OF THE DANCE! (watch at your own risk I warn you /hj)

CURSED JOKES ASIDE I unironically like to think he is a good dancer. Nobody beats him at tap-dancing and The Bus Stop. (He's from the 70's so it'd make sense he's familiar with a lot of funky/disco dance moves)

[skylarmoon71]

Miguel O Hara (Across the Spider Verse)- Oneshot

From the moment he saw you he could already feel the migraine coming.

"Miguel!! What's up my amigo!"

You were wearing an oversized shirt with a spider insignia over your suit as you held your mask in your hand grinning.

"Like the shirt, I got it from earth 56. They really love Polly over there. She's awesome. I got a large one, so you can borrow it if you want." You slipped it off, tossing it on the chair.

Lyla was smiling as Miguel ignored you, sifting through his files.

"So what mission do you have for me today? Another anomaly adventure? Sign me up!!"

"Right now we're just tracking the activity. This isn't an adventure." He sent you that unimpressed stare in which you returned with a smile.

"Why you always gotta be so brooding all the time, can't you be more like Peter B."

"If you like him so much why don't you just marry him."

It was a grumble, followed by what you could only assume was a curse.

"Oh I would, but last time I checked he's already married. I can't even be jealous about it. Have you seen Mayday? She's adorable!!"

"She is very adorable." Lyla agreed.

Miguel sent the holograph an angry glare. In which she glitched away.

The door behind opened and in walked Peter.

"Hey guys sorry I'm late. Mayday and I were playing this really fun game and I-"

"Not interested." Miguel groused.

"Right, right. I forgot you're the killjoy spider man." You laughed and Peter smiled at you as Mayday jumped into your arms.

Peter and Miguel had gotten into a conversation. With every word they exchanged, you took a calculated step back.

"I hope you're not trying to kidnap Mayday again." You froze.

"I mean, is it kidnapping? It isn't, right Mayday?" She smiled, hugging your neck and that was it.

You took off in a sprint.

"HEY! BRING BACK MY KID!!!"

Mayday was giggling the entire way out as Peter chased after you.

Miguel just rubbed the bridge of his nose. He knows he should be used to it by now, but it was still irritating.

Sometimes he wondered why he even tried.

His eyes shifted towards the door and Lyla popped up next to his shoulder.

"If you were nicer to her maybe she would chase after you instead." She teased.

Sometimes he regretted creating such a perceptive AI.

~~

Miguel was used to it.

Your unnaturally bubbly personality. In a way, he supposed he preferred it. Because unlike a lot of the other arachnid heroes here, your abilities weren't gained through an accidental bite.

You were the product of an experiment by a literal mad scientist. You trusted the wrong people. Which he couldn't truly blame you for. Being an orphan didn't exactly provide a long list of people you could rely on.

He didn't understand why he felt protective.

Every hero under his care had a story. None of them did this job without some kind of trauma. Yet, when he saw you, that's not what he saw.

"Boss man!!"

Miguel grunted as he caught you mid air, swinging to the roof of a building nearby. The second he landed, his glare fixed on you. In which you merely returned with a smile.

"Good catch." You complimented. Miguel rolled his eyes.

He placed you on your feet, turning back to the chaos that was unfolding. Peter and Gwen were struggling to stop the newest anomaly and you had just narrowly avoided an attack said assailant fired. Miguel was losing his patience.

"You're doing that thing with your mask again." You comment.

"Stay here and make a barrier with your webs. We're going to draw him in." You saluted.

"Sir yes sir!!"

Miguel groaned.

He just knew it would be a long day.

If anything, he should expect the antics. When you all returned that day after a long aggravating mission, he stretched his arm, ready to secure the anomaly and write up the report. Everyone else had pretty left to tend to their own matters. Peter was a literal child and Gwen and the others had the luxury of being young and naive. They understood how important these trips were, but there was so much that he couldn't share. If nothing but to keep their sanity.

The door behind him opened, and he looked back.

"Hey."

You were holding a paper bag, and Miguel raised a brow.

"I know you're going to be sitting here all night running up reports, so I figured I'd make sure you had something to eat."

You weren't wearing your spidersuit. Just a pair of sweatpants and a sweater. Miguel stepped down from the platform, taking the bag you had outstretched.

"It's from that burger place that you like. Sorry I only got three. They were about to close."

When he opened it, the scent of the sandwich actually made his body relax. He hadn't realized that this was his first meal of the day until his stomach grumbled at the smell.

You grin.

"Seems like I was just in time."

He'd never admit, but he appreciated this. Given your job description, he wasn't that shocked at the little gestures. You had a tendency to take care of people.

"Gracias."

He muttered.

You nod.

"No problem. I'm about to head out. I need to check in on some kids."

"Have you found a secured spot for them yet?"

The sad smile rose on your face as you shook your head.

"Not yet. The county doesn't have the budget, or maybe they just don't care. It's worrying. There's been a lot of gang violence in that area. I'm afraid what's going to happen if they don't find a different house."

It's times like this that he's reminded that he's not the only one shouldering the world.

"I went into social work because I wanted to fix everything. It's proving a little harder than I thought."

He could relate.

"The world is a tough place to fix, doesn't mean we should stop trying."

The statement causes your head to raise, and you smile.

"I guess you're right. You know for a stick in the mud you're really wise."

His expression turned blank.

"Goodbye."

You laugh as he turns away with his burgers in hand.

"Goodnight!"

You basically skipped out of the room, and Miguel gripped the bag, looking over his shoulder.

"She definitely has a crush on you, boss. You got a shot."

He really should make some adjustments to this nosy AI. 

[littleplantfreak]

Mari! Hello love! Hope all is well for you ❤️ I’ve been in a sappy mood today lol. Can’t stop thinking about giving some of the WB boys some forehead kisses. And not just any forehead kiss. I’m talking about the ones where you’re just watching them do something so mundane, so simple, and this wave of absolute love and adoration washes over you. You can’t help it when you cup their face in your hands like they are your entire world as you give them a soft loving smooch. And when you meet their face again, there’s a flash of a particular vulnerability in their eyes as they stare at you with just as much love if not with a little surprise lol at your sudden affection, and all it does is make you squish them to your chest as you giggle like a love sick fool 😭

Emi!! Sometimes we notice the smallest things people do and we fall in love all over again, so I wrote about the little things! You always have the best ideas <3 I made them close but a little different too!

Under the cut because I made it a little too long

Characters: Umemiya Hajime, and Hiragi Toma (because I kept getting stuck writing the other two)

Like when Umemiya’s doing taxes. He’s sitting at the kitchen table with the cutest pout on his face, glasses drooping on his nose while he’s chewing the pen in his hand to hell and back. The piece of scratch paper next to him has calculations and stray numbers, but also on the top is a heart with both of your initials in it. It’s been traced over a dozen times as if trying to procrastinate at the thought of you. Who can blame you if you give his stiff shoulders a rub and prompt him to look at you before giving him the sweetest forehead kiss? The look he gives you is lovesick and weary when you ask if he’ll come lay with you on the couch for a while. When you drag him over, making him rest his head on your chest, the kiss he places on your sternum gives you an intense bout of cuteness aggression, making you squeeze him tight.

You love sharing food with Hiragi. When you ask how his soup is, he picks up his spoon, dips it in, and blows three times to make sure it’s not too hot. You’ve said before that you have a cat’s tongue, but you didn’t expect him to do that considering he was eating it without blowing on it. When he holds the spoon close to your lips, you get that jumbled feeling in your chest that is near impossible to ignore. The burst of flavor from the bisque he's fed you only makes it worse as you swallow. The way he's looking at you, you can tell he's waiting for your reaction. "It's really good, 'Ragi," and you can't help but look at him for a second, taking in the worry lines he's got from years of stress that become smooth when he's with you and only you. "I think you have something on your face," you say gesturing for him to come closer. As he does, you grab his face and press kiss to the crown of his head, thumbing it in the end in case you did in fact get some soup on him. When you draw back a bit, he bumps your foreheads together looking at you as he's thinking about how lucky he is to have you. When he whispers a little 'I love you' it's got you wound up all over again laying even more kisses on his face before bringing him in your arms closer, and drawing him into a hug.

[mejcinta]

I've been getting messages from people lately, confirming that I'm not talking much about HOTD anymore despite the trailer coming very soon ...

But, to be honest, the ASoIaF fandom isn't really fun anymore. There was a time before GOT and through Season 6 of GOT where it was a lot of fun. People knew that characters were pieces of shit but liked them anyway and were like "Fuck You, that's why I like them." And people laughed at. There was a ton of outlandish and fun theories that we all knew weren't true or plausible but we speculated about anyway just for shits and giggles.

Now, it's all so fucking personal. Now, if you like something, there's a label on you for it. Everyone thinks that all of this is life or death, or that somehow these are real people. I mean, listen, Tumblr has always been a shithole filled with morons with the most uneducated and sheltered takes in the world. But now, the entire fandom has become Tumblr. It's like there's some sort of moral equivalency to your favorite characters. And I blame Sapochnik and the HBO marketing for it mostly.

And it's not just TB, it's even a lot of fellow Greens on here too. For instance, I make the same joke that I ship Alicent/Daeron because incest shipping is so unique to ASoIaF, and you can't imagine how many people now clutch their pearls and scream like a bunch of nuns over it. Like somehow shipping Jon/Sansa or Jaime/Cersei was somehow more acceptable.

Or if you put out a funny Outlandish theory like the Daynes are actually the children of Daeron and Alicent running off to Starfall you get a bunch of weirdoes trying pushing up their glasses and "Well actually ..." a theory that everyone knows is dumb but is there for a laugh. I hate those people the most.

I just feel that the fandom isn't fun anymore and it's filled with a bunch of loser puritans trying to excommunicate one another for what was pre-2017 common discourse in the ASoIaF fandom in general.

Honestly, I don't blame you, or anyone else for that matter of being put off by this fandom.

I don't remember GoT fandom having these wild stake burning rituals for merely disagreeing with one another on character preferences and portrayals. In fact the more controversial a character or idea, the more awoiaf it is lol.

I can only blame the HBO HotD marketing team for drawing in loads of chick flick/comedy watchers into fandom who seemingly don't have a grasp of the world GRRM has set up and its grim realities and perversions.

Puritanism here is just another word for the naivety and ignorance most fans have when it comes to awoiaf. Many are convinced they're watching Mean Girls and don't shy away from being mean bullies themselves. It can be so tiring, so I get sentiment.

I do hope you can offer your 2 cents on season 2 when it airs, though. I for one have lots to rant about and It's hilarious blasting the writers for the messes they've made with you and a couple others (because to be honest, it's all we can expect from that board of writers battling their hubris with no success and destroying the story in the process).

[bite-sized-devil]

Alright, babydoll, sign me up for the match up!

Star Sign: Taurus Sun, Gemini Moon, Pisces Rising

Age: 25

Height: 5'4" / 163.2cm

Identity: Bisexual with a preference to masculine features

Occupation: Student/Student Doctor

Favorite things: My makeup, food, my bed, learning new things, singing/music, shopping, chocolate

Hobbies/What I do in my spare time: writing and drawing for my horny little sinners. Learning a new language. Studying. Shopping.

Fav Obey Me Character: Girl, you already know, but Diavolo, clearly

What I look for in a partner: attentive. Trustworthy/honest [lying to me is a good way to die]. Kind to others as well as me. Good sexual chemistry. Enjoys good food and taking me out to get food or have food made because I get hangry. Conversationalist because I like talking but also someone who can talk when I dont feel like it. But also a good listener. Curious/looking to learn new things. Stability is a requirement, financially, and in other ways. I can't do flaky people.

About Me (visually): You already have my socials lmao but I can describe maybe what isn't as clear in photos. I'm actually short [see my height] and very curvy/stalky. I have an hourglass shape, but I hide it because I have a lot of sand in mine [read: I'm fat/plus size]. I love my makeup and being put together, with full outfits, coordinating hair, makeup, and shoes, the whole shebang. But otherwise, you can just look at what I've posted. (Please don't include any photos of me in the reply)

Thank you again, and congratulations! You deserve it!

-The Royal SK

🌻 500 Followers Bite Sized Event 🌻

SK, My Queen, my pink cult sister, my demon fucker darling. I'm so glad we're friends! I'm more than happy to be the third wheel in yours and delphi friendship 💕 I feel like I bring a certain uncertainty to your pairing and I quite like that! 😂😚☺️

NSFW in parts so minors begone! 18+ MDNI

Match up:

Diavolo Prince of the Devildom

There really was no other choice for you, I will admit I thought about Barb, but I just kept coming back to his highness. He knows just how to treat you, he's like putty in your hands, he'll give you everything you want and more... If he knows whats good for him! Baby boy would take such good care of you, he'll take you out to eat and listen to you for hours. He's goddamn obsessed. Can you blame a guy though?

Head canons for you both:

SFW:

I know you're a swiftie so imma put this out there. That song enchanted to meet you... That's literally the both of you. Except there is no wondeing who you both love. It's clearly each other.

Ok but when you first got together there was a lot of sneaking around! Escaping the castle together (as if barb doesn't know 😂 he thinks it's cute so he lets it slide for now), slipping out of HOL unnoticed is a fucking chore but you do it! Playing hooky at rad. Pulling the "Diavolo would like to see the exchange student in his office" Once you guys left the intercom on and the entire school heard you both giggling and kissing and.... Other things!

He loves to show you off, he thinks you're the most beautiful woman that has ever existed or that will ever exist. So as long as he can keep you, he'll have you by his side.

Sleep overs at the castle? Check! Sleep overs at HOL? Keep it to a minimum. The boys are jealous enough! What with you giving your heart to the prince, now he wants to encroach on family time? Nu-huh! No way! Get fucked! Fuck off! (Sorry had to put my aussie rock band reference in there.)

Does his angel face want a gift? Yeah! Great he's gonna spoil you rotten and then some. You will be completely taken care of! You don't even need to ask, he just wants to give you everything you need!

He loves to kiss you. Soft forehead kisses, cute cheek kisses, teasing neck kisses, lingering kisses on your sweet lips. He can't get enough of them. The way your body softens in his hold.

He's all about pet names for you! He called you princess, baby, chicken, honey, my love, my life, sweetheart, pretty thing, good girl.

NSFW:

Baby girl I hope you like big cock because ya boy's packing! Are you going to take it like a good girl? "S'too biig! Pleeeeaase!" "Sorry princess... Think you can take just the tip, yeah? Fuuuck you feel so good... s'tiiiight. Little more, yeah? Being so good for me. You can take it, I know you can." Yeah you're gonna take a lot more than just the tip. Don't worry, he's the king of prep. He'll make you cum on his tongue before he stretches you out on his fingers first. He only needs to force it a little bit by the time he's done.

You ever been fucked on a throne? Would you like to? That's what you whisper to him before you push him down on the thing. Well, when he lets you push him down onto the thing, good luck trying if he doesn't want to. Daddy Dia is B I G. He actually hadn't believe it or not, but I think he's going to want to make it a regular thing. He likes the way you ride him slow, he likes it even more when you're tired and he can take control. Holding you by your hips, dragging your pussy up and down his cock. Using you how he wants too.

You know how I said he likes kissing your on your lips? Yeah I meant your downstairs lips 😂 jk. But kinda serious. There is something about your taste he can't get enough of. He'll eat you out anytime anywhere so be warned. It's breakfast time, he's hungry but not for the breakfast that Barbatos has prepared. Oops you're no longer in your chair, suddenly you're lying on your back on the table with your skirt lifted and your panties being ripped off. Protesting until his mouth latches around your clit and suddenly you can't remember why you're saying no???

If you'll allow it he'll mark you anyway he can. Especially in cheeky places that are slightly visible. Places you would really have to look to notice. Like just below your ear. The back of your shoulder. Your bicep, your hips, your tummy. He also likes cumming on your face. You just look so pretty covered in his cum, eyes all wide. Mouth open, tongue out hoping to get a taste of him.

I hope you like my little head canons for you and dia, princess! Thank you so much for requesting ☺️ I love you, you're pretty perfect, did you know? 💕💕🌻

[tenelkadjowrites]

What I loved about AK especially was how understanding they both were of one another. Such an odd pairing, yet they worked. There was no judgement really. Seonghwa teased Y/N for her "church" outfits, but he still liked them, not only in THAT way, lol but he admired her for not being afraid of being different. And Y/N was supportive and encouraging towards the way Seonghwa presented himself as well.

I really appreciated their dynamic and I'm glad you can see that you've done a great job. (Don't get me started on how many times I read a certain collar scene...)

Yes to everything you said about writing, because that should be a general rule and something writers need to remember. It's not always easy to stick to it and not feel pressure either external and/or internal, but in the end this isn't work, it's a hobby that should mostly bring pleasure.

So true about Seonghwa, see I draw and at this point I'm unable to draw anyone else than HIM. I may attempt to draw another person, but nope, swerving right to Seonghwa. It's a curse I think... but he is very inspiring what can I say.

I finished AITD! I had to read it twice, because originally I stayed up late and stopped reading after the restaurant scene despite not having much words left, but my eyes were about to fall out. 💔 I wanted to pick it up from there the next day, but realized I read everything so quickly I didn't give it enough thought. Anyways, that Blue Hawaii reference, I see you. I started giggling at the Lisa part, lmao. And not him throwing up, noooooo, but points for realism for sure, hahahha. Most importantly I enjoyed the fic, it has ended the way I predicted, I knew Hwa's parents would try to pay Y/N off. It's a shame he was ready to believe them, I can't blame him too much, but it's still sad. The running in the rain to see the love of your life reminds me of that one scene in Bridget Jones's, I don't know if you've seen it.

I'm looking forward to more Hwa content. Are there any AUs in particular you want to explore? Omg this ask is long, I'm shutting up now!

i loved creating the sort of odd couple pairing in AK. it was fun to write and i wanted to make it clear that they both adored one another for how they were even if they looked like a strange pairing in public. the reader never judged hwa for his past, for sleeping with many people and hwa never judged her for the sort of cutesy demeanor and style of dressing. like you said, it was always based off a mutual respect for one another that was really important to me.

writing is truly my one big love. i've written stories, poems and journals since i was a little kid. i can't imagine ever not writing. it is really just my passion and anytime someone enjoys a fic of mine i am really happy that my love of writing shines through.

my basis of AITD was that i really wanted to have a typical "romcom" type finale. i had the finale in place before i even planned the rest of the fic. i wanted to make sure that throughout the fic it was evident hwa was going to struggle with the relationship he had with his parents and that he would be too afraid to fully let go until it reached a boiling point. the entire fic sort of flowed towards the finale of the 3rd act fight, the discussion with his father and the racing towards the restaurant to stop hwa. the fic really built itself around the final act. (which is common with my longer stories, i always seem to figure out the ending first and use that as a lighthouse to craft the rest of the plot.) i am really happy you enjoyed it so much and thanks for taking the time to read it.

i have SO many fics ideas and AUs i want to explore that it overwhelms me. i think my next few fics will just be a lot shorter and simpler, most likely some good old fashioned smut with just a little plot lol. i have a few different ideas for longer fics bouncing around in my head but AITD took 3 months to write so most likely just some shorter fics ahead for now. (i say this but if i get an idea that really captivates me then all bets are off lol.)

thank you again for such a long thoughtful message. <3

[legends-of-time]

Amelia’s Story (BBC Merlin Story)

Chapter 34: Goblin's Gold

Masterlist

Amelia's POV

Amelia and Anne are walking to the former's Chambers when they hear smashing and clanging from inside the room.

They rush in to find Merlin hurriedly putting Amelia's jewellery back in the box.

Amelia clears her throat. Merlin spins around and Amelia tries not to laugh at how it looks like Merlin is holding one of her necklaces up to himself.

"I'm really not sure it suits you, Merlin." Anne giggles.

"Um, I can explain." Merlin desperately replies before realising he's practically wearing one of Amelia's bracelets.

"Please do," Amelia says with a raised eyebrow.

Merlin opens his mouth to reply when there's loud clanging and smashing in the distance. Amelia and Anne spin around.

"Merlin... what's going on?" Amelia demands to know. She then notices her bracelet from Morgause is not sitting on her dressing table like it had been earlier. "And where's my healing bracelet gone?"

Merlin sighs. "We need to talk to Gaius."

——

Merlin confessed that he was in the Library and had unintentionally released a creature that had been causing havoc all over the Castle.

Amelia, Anne, Merlin and Gaius flip through a book in Gaius' Chambers.

The correct page appears and Merlin points. "That's it."

"Seems you've unleashed a Goblin," Gaius explains, his expression serious.

Amelia winces. "I know that face. That's not good, is it?"

"Goblins are the most mischievous of creatures. Mischievous and dangerous." Gaius replies.

Merlin looks at him disbelieving. "Didn't seem dangerous."

"Believe me, Goblins will stop at nothing to get their hands on the one thing they value above all others: gold," Gaius responds.

Arthur enters. "You're needed, Gaius, for a matter of great urgency and extreme delicacy." Amelia wonders what this could mean.

"What is it?" Gaius asks.

"It's my father," Arthur admits. Now, this Amelia needs to see.

——

The four of them are following Arthur down the corridor when he abruptly stops just outside his father's Chambers and turns to them.

"I should warn you, if you value your lives, do not even think about laughing," Arthur warns them. Amelia immediately smiles.

"Stop it." Arthur snaps at her. Amelia rolls her eyes.

They enter the room with Arthur leading. Amelia notes that she can't see anyone.

"Father?" Arthur calls.

"I'm behind the screen," Uther replies. He doesn't sound pleased.

Arthur gestures for them to walk forward. Amelia, Anne, Gaius and Merlin find bald Uther hunched down in a chair behind a changing screen with his arms crossed like a grumpy child. Amelia slaps her hand over her mouth to stop any laughing.

——

"Only an enchantment could cause Uther to lose his hair like that," Gaius says as they walk away from the Chambers. "I've no doubt the Goblin is to blame. We must catch it before it does any real damage."

Merlin starts laughing, which sets off Anne and Amelia.

"Did you see Uther's face?" Anne giggles.

"Like a petulant child," Amelia remarks. Merlin and Anne chuckle.

"And what do you think Uther will do to the person responsible for releasing the Goblin?" Gaius pointedly asks. They all sober quickly.

"We need to catch it. How do we do that?" Merlin questions.

"We need to set a trap," Gaius replies. "And for that, we need gold and plenty of it."

——

Anne's POV

Merlin and Anne pull a money chest out from under Arthur's bed while Arthur's asleep. They try to quietly leave but Merlin knocks over some dishes on the table, startling Arthur awake.

"Who's there?" Merlin and Anne hide by the table as Arthur stands up on his bed and draws a sword.

"Oferbrædels ahries." Merlin whispers. The spell drops the canopy on top of Arthur and he falls to the floor in his struggle to get out from under it. Anne laughs to himself as Arthur flails under the canopy.

"Guards!" Arthur cries. This spurs them into action and they hurry out of the room. Anne is giggling the entire time.

——

Amelia's POV

Amelia is even more determined to catch this Goblin as it has not only stolen her own bracelet but Morgana's as well.

That night the four of them leave a trail of gold coins down the corridor and into a Storage room for the Goblin to find.

They wait behind the door, Merlin holding a blanket, as they hear it following the trail. Amelia hears the Goblin rejoice at the sight of the chest of gold coins and watches as it gleefully stumbles towards it. Gaius closes the door and Merlin grabs the Goblin with a blanket and tries to pin it down with Amelia's help while Anne grabs the box the Goblin had originally been trapped in. The Goblin then turns into a little ball of light and escapes the blanket. Anne tries to catch it. Merlin tries to leap forward with the blanket but it disappears. Amelia, Anne and Merlin turn to Gaius, who's looking a bit startled.

"Gaius, did you see where it went?" Merlin asks.

"You let it escape, you stupid boy!" Gaius retorts and slaps Merlin on the back of the head. "And you girls are no better! Now, are you all going to just stand there like a sack of potatoes? Go after it! Go! Shoo! Shoo!" He waves a hand at the three of them. Amelia is surprised by this sudden change in attitude.

The three of them quickly leave. Amelia glances over her shoulder at Gaius with a frown.

——

Amelia, Anne and Merlin search the Castle but are unable to find the Goblin so they go to Gaius' Chambers.

"I've searched the entire palace," Merlin says as they walk in. "There's no sign of the Goblin any... what happened?!"

Amelia steps around Merlin to see what he had seen and gapes in shock at the mess the Chambers has become. Almost everything is knocked to the floor with multiple pots smashed.

"It's that pesky Goblin!" Gaius cries. "You all let it escape and it's ransacked my premises! You've got some cleaning up to do. High lady over there should help, there's no excuse." He walks past them to the door and turns when he realises they haven't moved. "Clean! Clean!" He continues to the door.

"Where are you going?" Anne asks.

Gaius turns around again. "I'm going to the Tavern." He says as if it's obvious.

"You never go to the Tavern." Amelia reminds him.

"Then I shall see what I've been missing." Gaius retorts then leaves. Merlin looks despondently over the mess.

"I'll help with this." Amelia offers.

"You don't have to," Merlin argues.

"Merlin." He turns to Anne when she says his name. "We're helping you."

——

Because of what happened last night and the fact that she lost a lot of sleep due to her missing bracelet, Amelia is becoming more and more sure that something is going on with Gaius.

Suddenly a frazzled Morgana burst into her Chambers with two bottles in her hands. After realising that their healing bracelets had been stolen, Amelia the only one knowing the missing Goblin had stolen them, the two sisters agreed that Morgana should get some sleeping drafts for them so they can hopefully get some sleep until they get them back. Morgana puts the bottles down on the table and wrings her fingers together anxiously.

"Morgana?" Amelia questions as she walks over to her sister. "What is it?"

"It's Gaius," Morgana replies. She begins pacing.

"Gaius?"

"I think he knows about us. About our plans." Morgana anxiously explains.

"Gaius?" Amelia frowns in genuine confusion. Incredulous but not for the reasons Morgana might think. Amelia is doubtful about Gaius revealing to Morgana that he knows about her. What's going on?

"He was behaving oddly then told me he knows. What are we going to do?" Morgana looks at her desperately. It's one of those moments that makes Amelia's heart yearn for the old Morgana.

"It's okay." Amelia places her hands on Morgana's shoulders to comfort her. "Gaius might be trusted but even Uther will doubt him. We're safe."

Morgana nods, looking relieved and leaves with her bottle. Amelia looks at the bottle worried, she had been thinking of taking some so she could have a nap but is hesitant as something tells her that maybe she shouldn't. She needs to talk with Anne and Merlin.

——

Amelia finds Merlin and Anne as they all walk to Gaius' Chambers.

"Have you two noticed something different about Gaius?" Anne asks.

Merlin frowns, thinking. "He seemed a bit weird this morning but he had been drinking last night," he pauses as he takes in his words, "which is weird itself."

"He apparently told Morgana that he knows she plans to destroy Camelot," Amelia adds.

"What?!" Merlin exclaims as he and Anne stare at her in shock.

"I've seen him in town selling treatment to the people." Anne then adds, shaking it off.

"Well, clearly we need to see what's going on with Gaius." Amelia declares.

They reach Gaius' Chambers and poke their heads inside to see 'Gaius' with a chest of gold and jewellery. He licks and slobbers over a few before hiding the chest. Amelia cringes in disgust.

Merlin bursts into the room. "You're the Goblin!"

"Have you lost your mind?" 'Gaius' retorts.

"No, but you have!" Amelia counters.

"Or at least it's been taken over," Anne argues.

"Don't be ridiculous." 'Gaius' scoffs.

"I know Gaius as well as I know myself, and you are not him." Merlin declares, walking over to stand directly in front of 'Gaius'.

"Ah, you've got me." 'Gaius', she should say Goblin, says sarcastically. "How d'you like my new body? It's a bit old and creaky, but it's ever so much fun." He grins.

"It's not your body, it's Gaius's. What've you done with him?" Amelia demands to know.

"He's still in here somewhere." The Goblin says casually. Amelia gapes in outrage at his careless attitude.

"Gaius has done you no harm. Leave him." Anne pleads.

"All right. You've convinced me." The Goblin replies. Amelia frowns knowing it's not going to be that easy. "On second thought, I think I'll stay where I am. I like it in here. The freedom, the gold, the beer. Did I mention the gold?" Knew it.

"If you hurt Gaius... I will kill you." Merlin threatens.

"You'll be killing him." The Goblin retorts. "You see the problem? I'm him, he's me. We're all jumbled up in here." It condescendingly pats Merlin on the cheek and leaves. Amelia huffs irritably.

——

The last thing Amelia wants to do while Gaius is possessed by a Goblin is sit in a Council meeting.

"There have been instances of vandalism around the palace, as well as a number of thefts," Arthur reports as he stands in front of his father, who's wearing a ridiculous hat to cover his baldness and Amelia and Morgana who sit on the left of him with Anne and Gwen behind them. "I, myself, was a victim. Unfortunately, the thief managed to elude me."

Amelia tries not to snigger as she remembers what Anne and Merlin told her about that.

Suddenly Amelia hears the sound of a fart being let out behind her. She and the Court turn around to stare at a blushing Gwen. Before they can get over what just happened, Morgana farts as well. Amelia turns to look at her sister with wide eyes.

"Double the Guard. I want the perpetrator found." Uther orders, trying to bring them back to why they are here in the first place but then he himself lets out a fart. Amelia sees the Goblin wink at Merlin. She realises that it's his doing. She knows that Morgana probably took that potion he gave them and Amelia is glad she hadn't herself.

"Yes, My Lord," Arthur replies dumbly.

There's a pause before Uther begins to let out a loud and long fart. Amelia is beginning to find this quite funny now she's over the shock and tries not to show it though ends up sniggering into her hand.

"The Council is dismissed!" Uther orders. Gwen and Morgana let out their own farts. "Now!" Everyone rushes out except Uther, Gaius, and Arthur. Amelia follows after her sister while Anne follows Gwen.

——

Amelia later meets up with Merlin and Anne in Gaius' Chambers to confront the Goblin. The creature walks in laughing. They give the Goblin stone-faced glares.

"Tell me you didn't think that was funny." The Goblin chuckles. "Not even a little bit? Just a teeny-weeny bit?" It holds Gaius' fingers together with only a small gap between them.

"Well, it was kind of funny," Amelia remarks. Anne and Merlin turn their glares at her.

"Now is not the time!" Anne hisses. Amelia rolls her eyes and huffs.

"If you carry on like this, you're going to get Gaius killed," Merlin warns the Goblin.

"Merlin, you underestimate me. I have cured Uther of his farting and his baldness. He is, he tells me, forever in my debt. I am a genius." The Goblin gloats.

"This has to stop," Anne says.

"I see no reason why." The Goblin replies. "Now, if you're quite finished, I'm going to the Tavern."

"Bord wiþ stende hine." Merlin's spell shuts the door so the Goblin can't leave.

"Well, well, well." The Goblin remarks as it slowly turns around. "So, you have a secret of your own, Merlin."

"Leave his body or you will regret it." Amelia threatens.

"Merlin's magic may be powerful, but I have an advantage." The Goblin replies.

"What's that?" Anne asks.

"I can hurt you..." the Goblin magically throws a dagger at them.

"Culter ic þe hate!" Merlin's spell stops the dagger and he sends it back at the Goblin, stopping it just before it reaches the Goblin's face.

"Whereas, you cannot hurt me without hurting Gaius." The Goblin finishes. Merlin reluctantly lets go of the dagger and it drops to the floor.

"We won't rest till we've found a way to force you out of Gaius's body," Amelia warns it.

——

Merlin goes off to warn Arthur while Amelia and Anne wait. They're both soon called to a Council meeting in the Council Chambers. Amelia feels the dread pooling at the bottom of her stomach when she sees Gaius standing next to Uther by the throne. Amelia reluctantly takes her seat next to Morgana. She doesn't see Gwen though she can't blame her for wanting to hide away.

Arthur soon walks in with two Guards dragging Merlin in with them. Amelia has to force herself to sit still in order to keep up appearances in front of Morgana. Merlin is let go once he is directly in front of Uther.

"Is it true? You were responsible for the afflictions that I and other members of the Court have suffered?" Uther questions. Amelia's head snaps towards the Goblin and glares, knowing he's to blame for this.

"What?" Merlin blurts out before coming over his shock. "No."

"Gaius." Uther prompts.

"I found this in your room." The Goblin presents a book. "It's a book of spells and enchantments."

"He's lying. That's not Gaius." Merlin declares. Amelia winces in second hand embarrassment. This isn't going to end well.

"What are you talking about?" Arthur asks as Uther takes the spell book from the Goblin.

"He's been possessed by a Goblin..." his voice trails off at the end when he realises how it sounds.

"The boy is reduced to making the most desperate and ridiculous accusations." The Goblin says.

"You seriously expect me to believe that Gaius is a Goblin?" Uther asks.

"It's, it's controlling him. Gaius is still in there... somewhere." Merlin stumbles. Amelia watches sympathetically. She wishes to intervene but that would complicate things.

"Do you have any proof of these accusations?" Amelia is relieved that Arthur seems willing to listen though she knows it won't work.

"No!" There's muttering in the Court.

"I fear that magic has corrupted you. It pains me more than I can tell you." The Goblin says. Amelia grumbles to herself as she notes the lack of pain on his face.

"I really doubt that." Merlin retorts.

"My Lord, I have been harbouring a Sorcerer. For that, I offer the most sincere apology." The Goblin says. Amelia can't believe that no one seems to have noticed the strange behaviour coming from the Physician.

"You were not to know, Gaius," Uther reassures, placing a hand on its shoulder. "He's fooled us all."

"It's not me that's fooling you," Merlin argues.

"Silence!" Uther bellows, stepping forward. "You've been found guilty of using magic and enchantments. In accordance with our laws, you will pay with your life. Take him away!" Merlin gets pulled away. Morgana looks to Amelia with a smirk and Amelia quickly does the same, remembering that she needs to act pleased at the idea of Merlin's death.

——

Amelia goes to bed feeling emotionally exhausted from being upset and comforting Anne about Merlin to toasting a glass with Morgana.

Amelia wakes later that night to the sound of the warning bells. She sighs in relief, knowing that it's likely Merlin.

Gwen quickly pulls Anne and Amelia to her house the next day. They walk in and Amelia beams at the sight of Merlin.

"Merlin!" Anne cries. She runs toward him and they hug and share a kiss.

"Alright, enough of that." Amelia jokes. The couple pulls apart and Amelia gets her chance to give him a hug.

"Have you explained to Gwen?" Anne asks Merlin.

"Yes." Merlin answers. "I need all of your help as I don't think I can leave." He pulls the curtain away from a small window and probably then watches the Guards that Uther had ordered to search the town.

"Well, we need to force the Goblin out of Gaius." Amelia declares.

"And how do we do that?" Gwen asks.

"We don't know," Anne says.

"Anne and Amelia can try to sneak back to Gaius' Chambers," Merlin says, turning back to them. "Maybe they can find something in one of his books."

"What can I do?" Gwen asks eagerly.

"Well, we need to convince Arthur. Maybe if you speak to him, he might listen to you." Merlin suggests.

"No, I can't," Gwen argues, stepping back.

"Why?"

"Merlin do you not get it? She's embarrassed!" Amelia exclaims.

"She's right. After what happened in the Council yesterday, I'll never be able to look Arthur in the face again." Gwen insists.

"Come on, Gwen. It's not that bad. All girls do it, don't they?" Merlin awkwardly and fails to reassure.

"Not in public! And certainly not in front of the man they have feelings for!"

Amelia smiles softly at her. "You still have feelings for Arthur."

"Not that it matters now, because he will never be able to look at me in the same way again." Gwen tries to cover her unintentional confession.

"Gwen, if Arthur likes you, he likes you." Anne encourages her.

"Warts and farts and all." Merlin unhelpfully adds. Amelia thwacks him on the arm.

Gwen looks affronted. "Merlin, I haven't got any warts."

"Then... you'll talk to him?" Gwen can't resist his adorable smile and sighs in defeat.

——

Amelia and Anne return with books and are going over them with Merlin when Gwen comes back to report that the Goblin had gotten to Arthur by giving him donkey ears.

"Arthur's a donkey?" Merlin asks as if to double check what he's just heard and Amelia can't blame him.

"He has the ears of a donkey. And the voice. He- he's braying." Gwen tries to explain.

"He's... braying," Anne says. Anne is clearly trying to hold in her laughter and when the three of them look at each other, they burst out laughing.

"It's not funny, you three," Gwen tells them but she seems to be trying not to laugh herself.

Amelia sobers. "No. No, no, of course not. Arthur with the ears of a donkey, what's funny about that?" She burst out laughing again, along with Anne and Merlin while Gwen grins.

"He just looked so pitiful. I've never seen Arthur look like that." Gwen chuckles. "Did you find anything?"

"We think so," Anne says.

Merlin places his hand on a book. "If the host body dies, the Goblin dies with it. So, if Gaius is dying, the Goblin will be forced to leave him."

"You want to kill Gaius?" Gwen asks, aghast.

"Just briefly."

"Once the Goblin's out of Gaius, we have to trap it in a box lined with lead. It's the only container that will hold it." Amelia explains.

"Where do we get a box lined with lead?" Gwen asks.

"Leave that to me," Merlin says. He leaves for the Library to get the box from the Secret Chamber.

——

Gwen keeps a lookout while Merlin, Amelia and Anne make a poison and an antidote in Gaius' Chambers.

"Hurry up!" Gwen urges.

"We are doing our best. Gaius normally deals with anything to do with poisons." Anne replies.

Merlin pours the poison over the gold and jewellery in the stolen money chest.

"As soon as the Goblin's out of Gaius, you must give him the antidote." Amelia holds the bottle up as she speaks.

"We only have a few seconds or Gaius will, you know, die," Merlin adds.

"He's coming!" Gwen warns.

Amelia quickly hands Gwen the antidote and Merlin puts the chest back into hiding. They hide in Merlin's Chamber and watch as the Goblin takes out the chest and licks the gold coins.

"Ugh, that's disgusting." Gwen quietly complains.

The Goblin begins to stumble and Merlin exits his Chamber with the octagonal box with the rest following.

"You've poisoned me. You poisoned Gaius!" The Goblin gasps in shock.

"Leave his body while you still can!" Merlin warns. The Goblin exits Gaius's ear as a little ball of light and buzzes around the room. Gaius falls to the floor.

"Give him the antidote!" Amelia calls to Gwen.

Gwen rushes towards Gaius, but the Goblin buzzes past her and she stumbles into a table. Gwen drops the antidote and sends dozens of other potion bottles to the floor with it. Amelia hurries over to help her.

"Back in the box." Amelia hears Anne say as she and Gwen are frantic with figuring out which is the antidote out of the mess.

"You'll have to catch me first!" The Goblin retorts.

Amelia can hear Merlin and Anne chasing after the Goblin and the locking of the box with the Goblin begging to be released.

"We don't know which one's the antidote!" Gwen calls. Anne and Merlin hurry over.

"Which one is it?" Amelia asks.

"I don't know," Merlin replies as he searches.

"He's dying!" Anne warns as she looks over to Gaius.

Merlin picks up a bottle. "I think it's this one."

Gwen gives Merlin a "Are you sure?" look and Merlin keeps searching.

Amelia picks up a different bottle. "Er... this one."

They go to Gaius. Merlin turns Gaius over and Amelia pours the potion into his mouth but nothing happens.

"Are you sure that was the antidote?" Gwen asks.

"No," Amelia replies, her voice cracking. How she wishes she still had her notes, maybe there would have been a clue.

"Gaius! Come on! Please! Come on, you stubborn old goat!" Merlin urges loudly. Still nothing. Amelia hears Anne let out a sob and puts her arm around her.

"Who are you calling an old goat?" A voice croaks from the ground. Amelia looks down to see Gaius wheezing as he lies on the floor.

They all laugh in relief.

——

They all gather in the Council Chambers. Merlin and Gaius stand in front of the throne with the box containing the Goblin on the floor. Amelia sits in her usual seat next to Morgana with Anne and Gwen standing behind them. Uther stands and Arthur sits in his seat.

"You mean to tell me it was you who was responsible for the, er... baldness, the flatulence, the boils, and Arthur's donkey ears?" Uther questions. Amelia sees Arthur feel for the ears and sniggers quietly to herself.

"I fear I was, My Lord. Or at least the Goblin was while I was possessed by it." Gaius replies.

"Magic has the power to corrupt even the most honourable of men," Uther says. Amelia rolls her eyes at the comment. She still feels angry with Uther.

"Indeed. Though, I must assure you that Merlin was entirely innocent." Gaius adds. Morgana glares at Merlin.

"Then he is pardoned."

The Goblin struggles and grumbles inside the octagonal box, drawing everyone's attention to it.

"May I suggest it is kept where no one will ever open it?" Gaius advises.

"See that it's placed in the Vaults," Uther says to Arthur. Gaius and Merlin now turn to walk away but Uther stops them. "Gaius... do you know who was responsible for releasing the Goblin in the first place?"

"I'm afraid I've no idea, My Lord." Gaius calmly replies. He and Merlin continue leaving. Amelia smirks to herself.

The Goblin continues to grumble. Uther sits fearfully in his chair. "Now. Secure it now."

——

"I believe this belongs to you," Gaius says, handing over the bracelet to Amelia in her Chambers. She sighs in relief at the sight of it.

Amelia takes it. "Thank you."

"I hope you can get some sleep now," Gaius adds.

"So, what did you tell Morgana?" Amelia asks as she slips it on. "She was fearful you knew about our 'plans'."

"Don't worry." Gaius answers. "She still believes I'm clueless to her true intentions."

Amelia nods. "Good. We need to keep her none the wiser."

"Indeed, My Lady."

——

"I see you've been busy undoing the Goblin's magic," Gaius says as they, Gaius, Merlin, Amelia and Anne, watch Arthur and the Knights train in the Training Grounds.

"As usual, I get no thanks whatsoever," Merlin complains.

"Was it not your fault in the first place Merlin?" Amelia points out. "I'm not sure you deserve any thanks."

"Wha... Arthur doesn't know that." Merlin retorts.

"For your sake, you better hope it stays that way," Gaius says. They begin walking around the perimeter.

Arthur knocks over the Knight that he's fighting and laughs. Onlookers laugh with him. Arthur's laugh suddenly becomes a bray causing everyone to pause in surprise. The other Knights stop laughing but grin silently as Arthur clears his throat awkwardly. Amelia, Anne and Merlin chuckle.

"Merlin." Gaius reprimands.

"It was Amelia's idea." Anne defends.

Amelia huffs as if annoyed but is not really. "Thanks."

"Just one more day. It's too good." Merlin begs. Gaius relents and lets out his own chuckle.

——

A/N: Please leave comments on how you're enjoying this story and what you think.

[spaghettiville]

WOW OKAY THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT ON THE FIRST ONE OMG DHDJJDJD

I plan on writing them for the whole Afton family sooooooooooo

!! Crying Child Headcanons !!

The fredbear toy was the only gift he ever received and he treasured it so much

It went everywhere with him, to dinner, to school, to bed, etc. They were never seen apart

He vented to it a lot, especially after one of Michael's torments or a scary encounter with an animatronic

Elizabeth would help emotionally support him, trying to teach him to stand up against Michael. He loved (and feared) Michael way too much to ever actually retaliate but appreciated Elizabeth's words nonetheless

He kinda gives me old soul energy, like the type that would just sit in nature and be so at peace when he was alone

His throat starts to close up when he tries not to cry, to the point it feels like he can't breathe, and his face gets all red before he eventually just bursts in tears

Played dolls a lot with Elizabeth, happily following wherever she wanted to take the story as to avoid unnecessary conflict

They tried to get Michael to join a lot, it never worked

William saw the bite of '83 happen through the camera eyes in CC's fredbear toy after CC dropped it

Even as a ghost, he doesn't blame Michael for long. Of course, he's upset, but slowly learns to forgive as he sees Michael trying to repent for their dad's sins his whole life

Sat in the animatronic workshop as a SUPER young kid, watching William and Henry work, smiling and giggling whenever he was given attention

Michael and William taught him to be afraid of animatronics so he eventually stopped hanging out in that room but he still had fond memories of the place

Sleeps in a fetal position, fredbear toy held tightly in his arms the entire night

Drew fredbear a lot, eagerly showing his entire family every single time (typically in crayon)

Always wanted a pet of some kind (he wasn't picky about what animal exactly, even a mouse would do)

Once he saw his dad kill, he felt so conflicted

He loved his dad dearly, so to see him do something like that multiple times rattled him to his core

Probably was a little fearful of Cassidy and how aggressive she was

Before his soul was free, he begged and tried to convince Cassidy to move on with him, but she was too stubborn and he ended up hesitantly leaving alone

Rocking and hiding under objects such as tables helps calm him down whenever a panic attack creeps up on him

Ran to Elizabeth crying whenever Michael was being mean and slept in her room when he would get nightmares

Would wait for his dad to come home like a puppy

One of his fondest memories was when Michael was in a good mood and allowed Elizabeth and him to play with his hair

They all got along well when they were in a good mood (until Michael thought they did something stupid, in which case the cute moment is now over)

That wraps up CC's headcanons!

Elizabeth will be next, then William!! I'm actually having lots of fun posting these.

I also want to post romantic headcanons for Michael, I think it would be neat.

I might post some art as well sometime since I've been drawing the Afton family a lot lately! Especially Michael. They're really inspiring for art <3

[honghunni]

"I'm going to fucking ruin you today."

San x Bottom male reader

Non Idol oneshot

NSFW SMUT

2794 words

Contains: Slight Impact play | Bondage | Breath play | Unprotected sex | Public sexual activity | Orgasm denial | Dominance and Submission | Wax Play | Hair Pulling | scratching | Light Blood Play |

You woke up to the sound of the front door closing and your boyfriend, San, shuffling around the house. You rolled over and saw the time. 9:30 am. You heard his small giggles get louder as he approached the bedroom. San walked into the room with a box and a boxcutter. "San what are you doing?" You mumbled half awake. He sat at the end of the bed facing away from you and started opening the box, continuing to snicker to himself. Once he opened the box and started playing with what was inside his playful giggling became slightly maniacal. "I was worried this wasn't going to arrive on time."

You sat up and crawled towards San wrapping your arms around his shoulders, still not quite completely awake yet. Your drowsiness subsided a bit when you realised he was holding a small, purple, insertable vibrator.

You pointed at it.

"We have enough of those why did you get another one."

San removed your hands from his shoulders and gently pushed you onto the bed. "This one is different." He began explaining while sitting on top of you. "This one has a wireless remote..... I can control it from anywhere."

"Is there any reason why you wanted this to arrive today?" You asked. "We have a double date lunch with Wooyoung and Seonghwa today." He paused briefly to kiss you. "And I want to see how long you can last before you start begging." He said in an extremely patronizing tone. He jumped up and went to the shower. You didn't know how to react to what just happened. You did all the stuff you typically do while San is showering. As usual, you were ready to shower right when he was finished, he thinks it's a coincidence but you actually timed it because you like seeing him right after he showers.

"Tell me when you're done showering and keep the door unlocked." He said while walking past you back into the bedroom. You did as he said and unsurprisingly, he walked in with the vibrator and a small bottle of lube. He put them both on the bench "Come here." He said while aggressively pulling you toward him. He held you close and kissed you. Without warning, he suddenly slipped one of his fingers into you, it wasn't painful since he had a small amount of lube on his finger but it was slightly uncomfortable since you weren't expecting it. You reflexively moved because of it.

San held you tighter trying to stop you from wriggling. "Stop squirming." He chided. He fingered you slowly and with his other hand, he gently stroked your hair. "I've been a bit bored lately, " He explained. "You've been busy and we haven't had much time to do something fun." He slid his fingers in deeper causing you to gasp a little. He looked at you. "There?" He asked. You nodded and he smiled. Once he thought it was time he picked up the vibrator. "Look at me," San demanded. He slowly inserted the vibrator inside of you, you owned a few vibrators but you could really feel this one because of the way it's curved. It wasn't even turned on yet.

San turned it on and your knees buckled slightly, it caused you to break eye contact with him. San forcefully grabbed your face and pulled your head up.

"Look. At. Me." He growled and then smiled. "This is only the mid setting." He laughed. "I am going to fucking ruin you today."

He grabbed your hand. "Don't forget this is the non-verbal safe word." He said while drawing a circle and then an X on your palm with his finger.

He turned it off but not before briefly turning it to the highest setting just to fuck with you. He put the remote in his pocket.

You took a moment to both recover and mentally prepare for what San was going to do to you. You continued to get ready for the day.

You and San both arrived at a small strip mall cafe and sat down at a table. You weren't waiting long before you heard Wooyoung's distinctive shrilly chatting down the street. "Hiiii San," Wooyoung said loudly. "Hi y/n." Seonghwa leaned down to San and spoke in a hushed tone. "I will be back in a minute he hasn't shut up the whole way here and I need a break from him."

Wooyoung sat down and scanned the menu that was taped to the table.

"How have you been," San asked him. "I've been well for the most part," He replied while tapping his feet. "Seonghwa hasn't been home much recently though."

"Oh, why is that?" You interjected.

Wooyoung draped over the table. "He says he has to work overtime."

"Woo get up please we can't see the menu," San said.

"Sorry." He sat back up. While choosing what you wanted to eat you felt San gently hold your hand and saw him put his other hand in his pocket and then shortly after you felt the vibrator turn on which caused you to grip his hand, he gripped back. Seonghwa returned.

"I'll go in and order just tell me what you want. I come here a lot with my coworkers so I have the menu memorised." Said Seonghwa.

Wooyoung and San both told Seonghwa what they wanted and then it was your turn. As soon as you started telling him what you wanted, San turned the vibrator up a bit higher, making it slightly difficult to get your words out. After you told him what you wanted, he looked over to San skeptically and went inside to order. San turned the vibrator back down, though this made it easier to talk and function you also wanted him to turn it up again.

Seonghwa came back with some drinks, sat down and placed a small black object on the table. "They will be 5 minutes." He announced.

"What is that for?" You pointed at the black square on the table that Seonghwa brought with him from inside. "That's a coaster pager it vibrates and beeps when our food is ready." He explained.

"Ah, that's kinda c-..." You couldn't finish your sentence since San had suddenly turned the vibrator up quite high. "Are you okay?" Wooyoung asked concerned.

Seonghwa appeared to be quietly giggling to himself.

You tried your best to engage in conversation with everyone without making it obvious what San was doing to you. The small pager on the table went off and the moment it did San turned the vibe up very high. He had timed it so that it would mask the sound. All you could do it lay your head on the table and focus on not moaning. "Sit up, Seonghwa won't be able to put the food on the table otherwise."

You pulled yourself off the table and San quickly whispered in your ear.

"You're not allowed to cum if you do I'll make sure you can't walk for a week."

Seonghwa placed the food you all ordered on the table and Wooyoung immediately started eating. He placed his arm around Wooyoung's shoulder and also started eating while talking about.......what are we talking about? All you can think about is your boyfriend and trying not to cum. "Are you going to eat?" You heard Seonghwa ask you. Your brain started somewhat functioning again. "Yeah I- I was just distracted by something."

Seonghwa smiled to himself. "Yeah, I know you are." He looked directly at San. "Text me where you got it from." You choked on your food, realising that he knew exactly what was going on. "Get what from? Is he okay? What is going on?" Wooyoung questioned. "Don't worry about it, just don't blame me for what's going to happen to you in about 2 weeks." San giggled. Wooyoung was still very confused. You began trying to eat your food when suddenly San placed his hand on your thigh, you realised then how much your leg was shaking. He pressed down a squeezed your leg trying to stop you from shaking so much.

You continued chatting and eating and reached for your drink.

San turned up the vibrator to the highest setting causing you to spill the drink on yourself, you didn't have time to react to that however as you realised you had failed to stop yourself from cumming. At least the water all over your pants hid any evidence. You grabbed San's hand and drew a circle and an X on his palm with your finger, signalling for him to stop. He turned it off. Wooyoung went to help you but Seonghwa stopped him. He and San both looked at each other. "I assume you're leaving early." Laughed Seonghwa. San helped you up. "Yeah." San moved your plate toward Wooyoung. "You can eat the rest." Wooyoung leaned back in his chair. "I'm so lost...." He said.

You and San both left and walked into a single stall bathroom together. "Did you cum?" He asked while helping you clean up. "Yes." You answered. "Pathetic." He jeered. You removed the vibrator and put it in your pocket before leaving.

You got home and San threw you on the bed wasting absolutely no time and attacking you with kisses. You felt him grinding against you.  You kind of found it cute how easily and quickly he got hard. He stopped and walked over to a box where you kept all your toys and laid out everything he was going to use and then took off his shirt.

He positioned himself on top of you, grabbed your hands and placed them on his chest. "This is the only chance you get to touch me before I tie you up." You dragged your hands down his body and then sat up and pulled him towards you. He hugged you. You took the opportunity to mess with him a little bit, after all he put you through today (and what he was about to put you through) you wanted a bit of revenge.

There was one place that made San weak. You licked up from the base of his neck to his ear and his nails dug into your back. He let out a small moan. You bit down gently on his ear and you felt his entire body relax. "Fuck you." You heard him say quietly and slightly angrily. He pushed you down and firmly held down your wrists. He abruptly grabbed your neck and squeezed hard. "You didn't think you would actually get away with that, did you? Especially not after you're already in trouble for cumming without permission." He kissed you deeply which only made it harder to breathe. He stopped choking you and started kissing your neck while unbuttoning your shirt.

He took a ribbon and tied your hands together and then tied the rest of the ribbon to the bed. He began kissing down your body, biting occasionally. He took a red candle. "I think this is the one that burns the most." He said while lighting it. San held the candle over you and you watched the wax slowly melt, when it hit your skin the pain was sharp and sudden, the wax cooled quite quickly so the burning didn't last long, however, there was a lasting subtle feeling of heat and sensitivity. You flinched each time it dripped onto you which San clearly enjoyed. Eventually, he had covered most of your torso with hot wax.

San then held the candle over his neck and let it drip onto his skin, he winced but evidently liked the feeling of it. He let it drip a few more times before blowing the candle out. He peeled the pieces of wax off of you as well as the few drips on his neck revealing small red burn marks. He took the time to kiss the burn marks which was slightly painful. San took off your pants as well as his and flipped you over, he hit and aggressively grabbed your ass. "I saw this recently so I'm going to see if it has the same effect on you." You looked back at him. "What is it?" You asked. San lubed up a very small corded bullet vibrator and inserted it as far into you as he could.

He then slowly eased himself into you,

you had never had someone fuck you with a vibrator inside you at the same time. San held your head down. "I'm only going slow right now because I feel generous." He said. Because of the vibrator it felt like he was going much deeper than he actually was. He smacked the back of your thigh hard which made you yelp.

"Does that hurt?" San asked.

"Yes." You answered.

"Good." He said while hitting you again. He pulled your hair, forcing your head back.

You could feel his other hand tightly gripping your waist, you could feel him pull your hair harder after every few thrusts. He let go of your hair and pulled out to remove the vibrator. "I can't be too rough with the vibrator or it might get lost," San said while turning you over again to lay on your back. He untied the ribbon that was restraining you giving you a short break before changing to 2 ropes. He tied your wrists to opposite sides of the bed having your arms effectively stuck to the mattress. San leaned over you and cupped your face with his hands.

"You're so cute." He said gently while sliding his hands down your face and neck. When his fingers reached your chest he dragged his nails down your torso, his nails caught on the burn marks from the candle and it felt as if he was dripping wax on you again. You inhaled sharply because of the pain and as you did San suddenly slammed into you. He grabbed your leg and put it over his shoulder which helped him get a better angle. He placed his hand on your neck tightly. You could hear his breath begin to become shakey, he put more of his weight onto your neck.

"You're not allowed to cum you have already cum once today." He let go of your neck and put two of his fingers in your mouth, impulsively you bit down a little. San pushed down forcing your mouth open.

"No biting." You had to grip the bed because of how rough he was being with you, even though you were tied down it felt as if you didn't hold on you would fall off. He suddenly stopped. "You're bleeding, should we stop?" You realised the rope had rubbed and cut into your wrists as well as bleeding from San going a bit too hard. You looked up at San.

"I don't think it's an issue." You said.

He untied you and lifted your wrist up to his mouth. Still fucking you, but less aggressively, he licked the small amount of blood off you. He immediately leaned in and kissed you, going back to the fast pace he was going at earlier.

The taste was metallic. He tangled one of his hands into your hair, his other arm around your waist. You could feel his sweat dripping onto you, the heat from his body slightly re agitated the burn marks. San pulled his face away from yours and buried his face in your neck, his grip tightened and you could feel his body shudder.

You put your arms around him and he stopped and you felt him relax, practically melting into you.

"Did you-" before you could finish your sentence San interrupted.

"We've had sex how many times and you still can't tell when I've cum?" He said breathlessly. He jumped up. "I should have known you would bleed I should have used a towel. Does it hurt?"

You shook your head. "Nothing really hurts more than usual."

San went and got a towel and a few other things to take care of you. After you had both cleaned everything and put on clothes San sat on top of as he often likes to do. He gently lifted your shirt.

"What now? Are you still not satisfied?"

"I'm not doing anything like that," San replied.

He placed his thumb on a part of your stomach and you felt a sort of cold sensation.

"I'm treating your burn marks." He attentively treated every small little wax burn on your body, you slowly started to drift off to sleep due to how exhausted he had made you. Before you fell complete asleep you felt San lean into you close to your ear. He whispered.

"I love you."

[bootyyy-shaker9000]

So for the mud dogs one can you do one of the reader being the Robin Hood type (stealing from the rich and give to the poor) and the reader is close friends with Leonard and he kind of looks up to them for being so honorable (never admits it though). But they do a heist together and Leonard finds out after that its for an orphanage and they hang out after (and upon seeing the reader give so much to the children and the kids all loving up on the reader just made that orgers heart swell) and he can't help but confess his feelings for the reader. Please and thank you ❤❤❤

Not Many Care, But You Do

L.Leonard x G-N! Reader (Oneshot)

Relationship: Pining - Romantic 

Warnings: Cursing. This is a long one, lads

Leonard stood by you breathless as you both found refuge in a nook behind the Hidden City Train Station. The aged pilings that held up the towering tracks above you trembled as the rush-hour train chugged on by. Your backs clung to the brick wall you rested on, for the time being, taking a moment to gather your bearings. 

Raising a hand to grasp at his chest, he wheezed, “You think we’re in the clear?”

You made an effort to pull yourself to the building’s corner, taking a peek out into the overly crowded street. Noting the lack of familiar uniforms in the sea of yokai, you nodded over to your friend in affirmation. “Yeah, yeah we’re good.”

“Finally.” With an exasperated sigh, he pathetically collapsed to the ground as his knees gave out beneath him. “I’m sick of running from those pigs, my feet are killing me.”

“Maybe you can buy a pair of trainers with that moola.” 

“The day you catch me wearing sneakers will be the day I die.” 

Leonard huffed as he withdrew one of the wads of cash he had spewing from his pockets, stroking his thumb over the paper’s edge. You watched as he did so, tossing the bag you had originally slung over your shoulder to his side. 

“Take your share, but don’t take too long.” You spoke, leaning back on the wall and crossing one ankle over the other. 

Leonard raised an eyebrow to you, dragging the sack of loot between his legs while he patted the dirt by his side. “We just ran a mile, sit yourself down for a minute.” 

You eyed him as you contemplated his gesture. Soon enough you gave in and crouched down to his level, your knees clicking in the process. As Leonard rummaged through the bag and tallied up the count in his head, his eyes flickered once or twice over to you. “What’re you in a rush for anyway?”

“I just gotta make a stop somewhere.”

“You gonna elaborate on that?”

You sent your friend a sly grin. “No, I don’t think I will.”

“Pft, fine then, keep your secrets.” Leonard’s lips tugged up before shaking his head, turning his attention back to his lap. It only took another moment or two for him to finish totalling up your win, then he handed the only slightly lighter bag over to you and cleared his throat. “You did most of the work back there so, uh, you can have ten per cent off of my share.”

Touched, you replied with a hearty smile. “Thanks, man. But most of this isn’t for me anyway.”

“What d’ya mean, where’s it going?” Leonard stared at you perplexed as you made way to get back to your feet, dusting off your backside in the process. While one hand accommodated the bag in your grasp, his gaze turned to the one you held out to him. 

“I’ll show you, come on.”

***

The two of you kept to the alleyways as much as possible as you lead the way to your mystery destination, which by the way, you still refused to share with the ogre. The area seemed run-down, forgotten almost. The afternoon was beginning to draw a close, with the sun’s amber gleams sitting above the boarded-up buildings you passed by. 

He was aware that the closer it got to sunset, the sooner more authorities would be patrolling the streets for their nightly shift, which wouldn’t have been such a worrisome thing if it wasn’t for the fact you hit your heist at the brink of midday. Now they’ll have two clear faces to look out for, so you couldn’t blame him for getting itchy. 

“Are we getting close? We can’t be walking around all night.”

“We already are here, dingus.” You stated over your shoulder before quickening your steps, springing up to a nearby set of stairs. 

The building they neared towards wasn’t too grand and lacked much detail appearance-wise, aside from the large plaque that was nailed above the doorway that read: ‘Apple Blossom Children’s Home’. 

Leonard breathed out a quiet “huh?” to himself before gradually making his way towards the entrance step by step.

Turning on your heel, you faced him with a wince. "Just, be nice for me in there, okay?"

"When am I not?"

"Funny."

Your friend tsked from behind as you raised a balled hand and banged a patterned knock on the door's acre panel. Scrambling could be heard from the other side, a muffled voice sounding before the door flung open soon after.

In the entrance stood a dishevelled nekomata, her hair and clothes tussled. Though her ears perked once she took notice of your familiar form, while also straightening out her whiskers in the process.

"Y/N! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Get in here, come on." With a wave of her hand, she ushered you into the establishment. While Leonard stood hesitant, you assured him with a simple smile, nodding towards the woman's direction before walking through the doorway yourself.

He stepped into what upon first viewing seemed to be a lobby of some sorts, accommodated with aged lily-pink plaster and the occasional drawings graffitied on the lower half of the walls. On the end before him, a few feet away or so stood a desk, worn and commonly sat at told by the mountains of documents and multiple empty mugs.

He ceased his footing once he felt something catch beneath his sandal, twirling it with his heal he noticed it was a discarded doll, one of many other toys that were scattered across the carpet.

"Kita! Put Jacob down, we have guests!" The cat yokai called out, a bang and a set of giggles heard in tow. Slumping her shoulders with a sigh, she turned to meet your gaze. "I swear it's gotten crazier since the last time you were over. So who's your pal?"

The ogre's cheeks dusted a light pink at the sudden attention drawn to him, though it was subsided as you stepped forward in reply.

"Ena, this is Leonard. He's a close friend of mine."

Ena's bright eyes caught a glimpse of his before a knowing grin pulled at her lips. "Close, huh? He's a shy one, isn't he?"

"W-well I-" He made way to stutter out a response but a childlike shriek reached his ears, wincing as he turned to see the culprit sprinting to your side.

"Fleshy!" The child gleefully yelled, reaching to you with outstretched hands. Ignoring the commonly used nickname, you reciprocated their greeting by sweeping them up into your arms.

"Hey, you! How you doin'?"

"I just squashed a lizard outside!"

"Oh, well, isn't that nice." You deadpanned, while Leonard seemed just as amused as you as he stifled his own snort.

Ena once again sighed, pinching the corners of her eyes. "I've told them to stop calling you that."

"It's fine, honestly." You chuckled, before adjusting yourself to hold out the sack you had previously propped on the ground. "Here. This should keep you going for the next month or so."

The cat scrutinized the bag in your grasp. "Y/N, you don't have to keep-"

"Ena. Take it, okay? It's not any trouble, and I know you need it. Much more than those flashy broads that wouldn't think to even spare a dime."

Your gaze held an encouraging glint, and you further gestured for her to take the bag despite the child that was wriggling in your clutch. To save herself from further prodding, all too aware of your stubborn nature, Ena accepted the bounty and quickly set it beside her counter.

As Leonard took in the scene before him, he rubbed his fingertips against his gloved palms at the sight of the woman's glossy eyes. Then his regard fell upon you, so much warmth emitting from you as you carried the ever-so giddy toddler. He would be lying if he said the entire situation wasn't pulling at his heartstrings.

Ena sucked in her bottom lip, smiling at you wholeheartedly before coiling her arms around your neck, while you hugged her back with your free arm. Choked up, she whispered. "You're a Saint, you know that? Seriously, I don't know where I'd be without you."

Releasing you, she sniffled, gathering herself before turning to your friend, who seemed to jump at her sudden gaze. "And you! Thank you so much."

Leonard almost acted on the urge to mention how he had no idea about the transaction, but he was cut short as she took him into her embrace also. Caught off entirely by the friendly affection, his eyes met yours over her shoulder in apprehension. Though all you did was grin and the small yokai in your arms gestured for him to hold her back.

In an awkward attempt at doing so, the man placed a gentle hand on her shoulder blade with a light pat. "It was nothin'."

"Sorry." Ena chuckled nervously, looking between the two of you. "I just- agh, this just means so much to me."

You laughed along with her, making way to stand closer to Leonard's side. Though, a little birdy on your shoulder drew your attention elsewhere.

"Your boyfriend's staring."

"Wha-"

"Oh my gosh- Kita, scamper!"

"Okay, I'm gonna go call for a pickup."

***

The ogre perched on the stone steps, patiently waiting as you bid your goodbye's inside. He rested his elbows on his knees as he loosely crossed his arms, looking off into the streets where the sun resided, scarcely peeking over the horizon.

He couldn't get the entire last hour out of his head. He couldn't shake the ceaseless butterflies gathering in his belly while he recalled the way you smiled over at him, while you held Kita. How you smiled over at Ena knowingly despite her protests.

Leonard was aware of how compassionate you were towards others, in your own simple way of doing so. It's what made his admiration grow for you in the first place.

You were just so...considerate. Never would he have thought he'd become so attached to someone like you...

"You call them yet?"

The familiar voice reeled him out of his daydream, soon enough mentally slapping himself for jumping as hard as he did.

"Uh, yeah. They'll be here in ten."

"Cool beans." Your feet clipped as you jumped down a step or two, releasing an exaggerated sigh as you sat down beside him.

Sensing the newfound silence, Leonard rubbed up and down his bicep, coughing out before he spoke up.

"So, 'Fleshy', huh? 'M guessing they haven't really come across a humie before." 

You let out a breathy chuckle. "Nah. To be honest, they don't get to see many people at all. Unless it's their social worker..."

Leonard hummed in acknowledgement. "So how long have you been doing this for them?”

“About, uh...a year now? I’d say? Yeah. I’ve known Ena for quite a while, though.” You huffed lightly through your nose before slumping into a similar position as the ogre. “She loves those kids to bits but, she struggles so much. She’s practically on her last legs, and it doesn’t help when the taxes come to bite her in the ass. There’s only one other coworker there and they always fuck off to god knows where, so she’s having to take care of fourteen kids on her own-”

“Y/N.”

Your eyes snapped towards his. “What?”

“Catch your breath, don’t want you passin’ out on me.” Leonard released one of his rare hearty laughs, which never seemed to fail at making your blood rush to your ears. 

“Right. I just- I just can’t stand by and watch her suffer like this, knowing she’s been there for me so much in the past. I would’ve done it even if it wasn’t to owe her back. If people need help and nobody else is gonna do something about it, then I guess I will. That’s just how it is.”

“You mean...that’s just how it is, with you?” Leonard added, taking in the incredulous look you shot him before turning his stare towards the cobbled roads. “I’m not saying it’s bad, you’re just a nice change of pace, is all. There aren't many people out there like you, people who care as much as you. Hell, I’ve barely been that person. But you’re just so... genuine a-and thoughtful. It’s amazing. I don’t get it, if I’m, uh, being honest with you.”

He breathed out another laugh, although this time it was to mostly to cover up his growing nerves. His eyes flickered towards yours before continuing. “I get that people have morals and shit, most of ‘em anyway. But you, y-you’re...”

Leonard stumbled as he caught sight of your sudden proximity, so close he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander, noticing the short, soft breaths that passed your parted lips. He quickly swiped his tongue over his bottom lip as he felt his chest ache for you to be closer.

“Y-” 

“OH LOVEBIRDS~”

“You have got to be kidding me?”

Despite being aware of who your two interrupters were, and were about to awkwardly make way to where Charlotte was parked, Malicious just had to flash the headlights for extra measure.

“Get in the fucking car, we’re gettin’ Linguini’s tonight! Wooo!” The eel practically screamed at the top of his lungs, and in return you could hear a muffled: 

“Keep it down, will ya, or we won’t get takeout at all.”

“Sorry, D.”

The ogre made sure you were up and behind him before taking aggravated strides towards the van, nearing up to where Mickey sat in the passenger seat. 

Holding a tight grin, his friend quipped. “So, kids, how was your date?”

That earned him a palm to the face, pushing him back into his seat through the open window. 

"I take it not so well."

A scowl was etched deep into leonard’s mug as he flung open the sliding door, stepping aside to clear way for you to enter first. Though as you stepped into the van, you tilted Leonard’s chin up to meet your warm gaze. Before he could comprehend the action, you placed a careful, chaste peck to his lips. The act seemed to have eased his tension, because he found himself reflecting the smile you held as he closed the door behind him. 

“We have a rear view mirror, guys, c’mon.”

[doyelikehaggis]

Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Stexi | Stefan Salvatore x Lexi Branson (The Vampire Diaries)

The waiting has to be the most anxiety-inducing part, Lexi thinks. It shouldn't be. After all, she knows that Stefan's alright.

He sent her a letter just two days ago to say he was going to be coming home at last now that peace has been agreed on. Not only that, but it would be nearly impossible for him to get hurt, even in the midst of a war.

Still, that tiny possibility of some explosion catching him or him losing his daylight ring has been terrifying her for months every time he goes back from his short leave.

A whistle pierces the air and her eardrums before the train's even close to in sight. But it makes her step forward on the platform all the same, eyes wide and heart racing.

Within a few minutes, she catches sight of it rolling down the track and screeching to a halt. Others have gathered as well now, the entire platform filled with nervous chatter and excited giggling. Some are crying, she's sure. She can't blame them.

Soldiers start to pour out of the train. Some falter for a moment to look around. Some walk straight ahead without a thought. Some are immediately attacked by some loved one before they even have a chance to breathe.

Lexi's eyes dart from one to the next, searching for that familiar face. It was this train, she's sure of it, at one-thirty.

Her stomach twists the longer she looks, turning around to glance around the station in case he maybe got out at the other end of the train and didn't realize. She starts to unfold the letter that she's been clutching for far too long, needing to make sure she didn't get the details wrong as concern starts to tug at her.

"Looking for me?"

Lexi's heart stops at Stefan's voice, teasing. She spins around to face him, finding him standing behind her, bag slung over his shoulder and wearing a bright grin.

"Or did you get bored and decide to replace me with some other, human, soldier?" he jokes.

The relief barely kicks in before she's grabbing at him and pulling him down to hug her. Stefan laughs, but he drops his bag without a thought. He winds his arms around her and hugs back just as tightly, pulling her off her feet the tiniest bit.

"You're such a dick," she says, but she's laughing, unable to keep the smile off of her face. "You scared the hell out of me!"

Stefan sets her back down, but his hands don't leave her.

"I'm sorry," he says. "But I'm here, aren't I? Just like I said I would be. You know I'd never let you down."

"Yeah, well, you wouldn't be able to help it if you were dead," she points out, giving his shoulder a light push.

Stefan doesn't reply, his eyes following the hand with the letter in it. His eyebrows draw together slightly but he's smiling as he tilts his head at her.

"Did you bring my letter with you?" he asks. "I thought you'd have thrown it out by now."

Lexi scoffs. "Thrown it out? Please, do you not know me at all? It's going right in the box with the other two hundred and two. I just had to make sure I didn't forget what time you said."

Stefan's eyebrows shoot up now. "I sent you that many? And you kept all of them?"

Lexi actually stares at him this time, a sliver of the humour falling away. She shakes her head.

"Of course I did."

He seems at a loss for a moment, his surprise still showing. But then it melts away, and his smile is back as he lifts his hands to slip beneath her hair, settling on the sides of her neck.

"I've missed you so much," he says softly.

Lexi closes her eyes as he leans forward, pressing his lips to her forehead. It feels like time freezes right there, giving them this moment. She breathes out and her chest doesn't feel so tight anymore.

"I missed you, too," she whispers.

Stefan just hugs her again, his chin on top of her head, letting her bury herself into him and his arms. Never again is she agreeing that him leaving could ever be a good idea.