#i guess aheh

[triptychofvoids]

quazies was right about this

[cherrybombrs]

who the fuck issss this guyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

[aqqleshiqqing-archive]

um hello again hk community <3

I AM NOT BEATING THE KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR ALLEGATIONS .....

thank you to the number one superfan bestie @lovinglin for enabling me so bad she made hollow x ivie content faster than I did <3 please follow her <3

[doppel-dean-er]

woman (plural)

[cillpiines]

As a new mutual I would like to interact with more I shall bestow thoughts of Tangdubs upon yee

Also I fuckin hate fungi, they make my brain hurty (<- said while actively avoiding writing worldbuilding notes because executive dysfunction)

I am bestowed upon! Not my main ship but I can definitely consider s8 Bdubs putting the pieces together, desperately trying to get through to Tango's ship and succeeding! And he knows it's a goodbye, he knows the moon is coming down, but Tango has a chance to live! If he just stays away, takes his ship far far away! He'll be okay. Tango knows it's a goodbye for the opposite reason, knows his chances of survival are low, knows it's likely a one-way trip, but has this bone-deep need to at least try to save the people he loves. He'll give everything he has to it, and the fear he saw in Bdubs' eyes in that final transmission only drives him further. It's twenty-five lives for the price of one, and they're good good lives. Do you think Bdubs knew Tango wasn't trying to escape, but rather trying to save them all? Do you think Tango thought about Bdubs' frantic final attempt to keep him safe? ...Do you think it mattered in the end, with how little time both of them had left?

I love fungi! The mycelium network is a topic I enjoy a whole bunch! <- considering mycology??

[sadcabbages]

Too lazy to make this a comic rn

Go ahead and make this a comic bc I would love to see it, I'm lazy and gave up while making it lol, anyway here's the thing

Heavy: Doktor...can heavy ask...a personal question?

Medic: That depends, what is the question?

Heavy: Does doktor...have a lover?

Medic: Ack, no.

Heavy: Is...there a reason for this?

Medic: Well, I guess no women have caught my attention.

Heavy: So, Doktor has never loved before?

Medic: Aheh, well I didn't say *that*.

And I just wanted to end it there lol, I didn't know how to continue I thought I'd mess it up, I'm bad at making endings.

[the-laughing-lunatic]

uhhhchhdhfhdhd can you maybe do something with the mercs (all 9 if thats cool, but if not then just sniper and medic!!) with a reader that cant sleep so they just. go to their room and ask if they can cuddle with them

(ofc! This was rlly fun to write, I’ll prolly write for all of them later if yall are interested enough :> thx for requesting!)

Medic and Sniper with a reader asking for cuddles (PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC)

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☆Sniper☆

He’s a tad confused when you show up to his camper van

I mean, he’d never turn down cuddling you, that’d be bloody stupid of him

“Why you wanna cuddle with me though, mate? I don’t exactly got the most comfortable sleepin’ conditions.”

“Because it’s you, Mick. If you don’t want to, that's fine.”

“Woah, woah, mate you’re twisting my words. I mean, I’d love that. Uh, come in I guess.”

Bro is so awkward omg- 

Does not know how to initiate physical contact at all so he just kind of stands until you lay down on the bed

The bed in his van is already really small so it forces you two to be even closer

He doesn’t really like being super close, but he likes to have an arm around you to have that connection

Kind of guy that needs noise to sleep, he’d be perfectly content to listen to you ramble about anything as he holds you.

Very light sleeper, def gets up in the middle of the night a few times but he’d be very careful not to disturb your sleep

He really does enjoy holding you and would like to do it more, but will absolutely not unless you ask first

In the morning he’ll fix you coffee and fairy bread to be polite

Really wants to do that again but will absolutely not ask you, way too awkward for that

☆Medic☆

You had gone to Medic’s bedroom to ask him if you two could cuddle…but he wasn’t there

You went to his lab next, where he sat hunched over his desk, frantically scribbling away on some papers. “Ohoho! Hello mein fruend, I didn’t notice you. What do you need?”

“I can’t sleep, can we cuddle?”

“If you wish, you may sit here while I work.”

You’d sit in his lap as he continued to write something or other, with one of his arms wrapped around your waist

It was nice for a bit, he’s big and warm, but it was too uncomfortable to actually try to sleep and you were tired

“Mm, Ludwig, when do you actually go to bed?”

“Ahehe, I think around one or two,” he said sheepishly.

“You think?”

“I normally just pass out at my desk.”

“...okay, we’re going to bed now,” you said, getting off his lap and dragging him to his bed

He’d (begrudgingly) come along after a lot of complaining about how he needed to get the work done

He likes having you lay on top of him, it calms him down to feel the weight of you (he def has a weighted blanket on the rare nights he sleeps in his bed)

Traces your skin and absentmindedly talks about where each of your organs are underneath 

He falls asleep very quickly, you have to take his glasses off and place them on the nightstand (mf wears glasses while he sleeps, they’re crooked as hell)

His grip is so tight even as he sleeps though, you wanna move? Ain’t gonna happen anytime soon.

In the morning bro is always awake before you, no matter how early you get up 

If he’s feeling quirky maybe you’ll get breakfast in bed

(He may put caffeine in your food at dinner so you wont be able to sleep and you’ll cuddle him, until you catch him–)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[kestisvrse]

proximity, part 9

luke castellan x apollo!fem!reader smau & irl

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specific cw: blood, injury detail

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the infirmary hadn’t been this busy in years.

luckily it cleared out fairly quickly with most injuries being kids getting cut from trees or falling on their knees, quick and easy to patch up.

some were more severe than others, actual cuts from swords on accident, the no maiming rule had apparently been ignored this game.

the worst one was at the end of the game, the conch echoed throughout camp. only one bed in the infirmary remained empty, others being taken up by people currently being stitched up or ones resting.

the front doors burst open, causing you to whip your head around being the only one not currently working. chris led in luke castellan hanging on his shoulder.

his helmet had been discarded, revealing a cut on his cheek and his left side covered in dirt. your eyes trailed down to his hand that clutched his right side, his orange camp shirt seeping with blood.

“oh my gods?!” you exclaimed, running forward to help chris lead the weaker boy to the empty bed. he groaned as he sat down, applying pressure onto his wound as you pulled on gloves, “what happened?”

“some ares kid i forget his name.” chris said, hand on luke’s shoulder, “luke grabbed the flag and he didn’t like the idea of losing.”

you narrow your eyes at chris, sarcasm dripping from his voice, “i’ll take it from here chris, go clean up.”

you sat back in your chair sighing, luke stared at you with a smirk. his bloodied shirt had been discarded to the floor, his stomach stained red with blotchy spots around the stitches you had just finished. exhausted from the day and the worry about luke you plopped in the seat across from him after cleaning up.

“worried about me?” he questioned, a tight lipped smile on his face, trying to act innocent.

“yeah actually, i was.” you said plainly, staring daggers at him, “we both know you are smarter than that, how did you let him get a hit?”

he shrugs, fiddling with the pockets of his cargo shorts, “slipped up i guess.”

you don’t respond in any way, not a subtle body movement, just staring at him.

“i’m fine. you stitched me up.” he said, to which you nodded.

“doesn’t change how terrified i was when you first walked in, luke.” you whispered, he leaned forward as if he had trouble hearing you which he almost did. you stood up to pace the room, interrupted by his rough hand gripping yours, dragging you to stand in between his legs, hand hovering over your waist, scared to touch you.

“i care about you. there i said it, happy?” you admitted, staring down at his brown eyes. a blush appeared on his cheeks as a lopsided smile appeared on his lips.

“that’s all i wanted to hear.” he responded, not taking his eyes off you, “how about a kiss to make me feel better.”

“it would be evil of me to say no, wouldn’t it?”

“yeah actually, i got stabbed i think you have to.” he muttered, placing a finger to his chin like he was thinking, you shook your head biting your lip to hide a grin (it didn’t work.), but he didn’t have time to process your facial expressions when you finally connected your lips to his.

it felt like something he had been waiting years to do, his stomach bursting with a fluttery feeling that made him feel anxious, but it didn’t stop him from kissing back.

his lips were rough, having bit them to distract himself from the pain earlier, while yours felt like you had just put on chapstick, cherry to be specific.

which you had.

he almost pulled you on top of him had a scream not interrupted you, both pulling apart to stare at the door.

clarisse, chris and silena stood there, jaws basically touching the ground as their eyes popped out of their heads.

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[i-literally-cant-with-this]

thinking about tattoo artist!draken giving me you a tattoo in between and under my your tits im so unwell i want him to suck on my titties so bad HNSKSGDJKHGK okaybye

Hi Mack! Thank you for entrusting me with this awesome ask! I hope you like it! Proofed as much as I could.

WC ::: 2230 (HEY! It was 8 pages and I got it down to 5. So, you're WELCOME!)

C/W ::: MDNI, TattooArtist!Draken x F.reader, unprotected P->V and some other funsies.

You sat in the booth waiting for the artist to come in and start working on you. You'd met him a few times before while going over the finalized print of your design but why hadn't you noticed how sexy he was? He was like some mythological creature.

He walked in backwards and slid the screen all the way to the edge so the small booth was completely shut off from the rest of the shop. "Ok, ready when you are." Draken said as he turned to start getting the ink ready.

"Oh! O-ok, yeah. So, like," you hesitated with your words not wanting to seem like you were too inexperienced. You have tattoos, just not on this part of your body.

"Take your shirt and bra off and lean back and enjoy the ride." He is so fucking cool, you thought.

"Right, enjoy ... enjoy the ride." You began lifting your shirt over your head, watching yourself in the full-length mirror the whole time. Kicking yourself for wearing such a shitty bra (but really what else were you going to do? Wear your best one only for it to get ruined with blood and ink? No. Absolutely not.)

You put your clothes on the extra stool in the corner and wrapped your arms over your chest waiting for his next instructions.

"It's ... heh ... you gonna enjoy the ride or do I have to tat you up while you're standing by the wall? Come on, I'm gentle, I promise.

"Yes! Right right right. Sorry. I'm just a little shy I guess."

I've tattooed much stranger things than tits, trust me. Now sit down."

You moved to sit on the tattoo chair and leaned back. The cool leather made you shiver. Draken placed a paper towel on your chest and told you to relax. He leaned over you to grab the ink and needles. He was so close you could smell him. He smelled like leather, cologne and cigarettes. It made you feel high, breathing him in like that.

He pressed the needle into your skin, making you wince in pain. He pulled away for a second to apply more ink and then went back to work.

After a while, he was about halfway done with the outline. "You doin' ok, y/n? Needa break or anything?" You had zoned out so much that he had to nudge your arm to get your full attention. "Hey! You good?" He laughed.

"Oh shit. Yeah, I guess I just kinda got into a trance. You're very ... rhythmic. It's oddly soothing." You blushed.

"Told you I was good." He beamed. "So you want me to keep going?"

You nodded and put your arms back to your sides where they'd been.

"For this next part, I need you to put your arms above your head. Can you hold them there for a while while I work on the underside of your chest?"

"How long are we talkin' here? 30 minutes? 45?" You couldn't read his face because you didn't know him well enough to. But the look he had was less than comforting.

"Ish? I don't know, honestly. But it's going to be a while. I have a lot of detail to do here. Look, don't ask. Ok? But I can - *aheh* - fuck. I can tie your arms up if this is going to be a problem?" He made a point to look away when he suggested that to you.

And good thing too because the expression that washed over your face would have embarrassed a porn director. You're so proud of yourself for not moaning at the offer.

"YES! Yes. My arms get tired easily. Tie me up, Draken." Your eyes fell to his crotch and the bulge that was presenting itself was nothing short of delicious. You don't know what came over you but you let them roam the length of his chest and met his gaze.

He walked over to a cabinet in the corner and grabbed a few ties. "Which one do you want?" he asked, holding up a few options. You pointed to a soft-looking black one and he tied your arms above the chair. "How's that? Not too tight?"

You shook your head. "No, it's good. Just tight enough." He walked back over to the counter to get the ink and needle ready again. And you know he adjusted his dick. You've seen enough men do that to know what that little dance looks like.

He pressed the needle back into your skin and started on the underside of your tits. He was close enough that you could hear his breath hitch every time he accidentally touched your nipple. And you were certain he was doing it on purpose.

You don't know if it was the drilling of the needle into one of the most sensitive expanses of your body, if it was Draken being so close to you that he could stick his tongue out and flick your nipple with the tip of it. His shallow, labored breathing. His big hands doing such delicate work. But you were getting so fucking wet. And you couldn't help but imagine him sticking his fingers into you. Fucking you with them.

"You're um, doing great. Almost done with this side, are you hot? Do you want some water or something? Want me to crack the window?" he said, breaking the silence.

You nodded, not sure how to respond. "No, I'm uh, I'm doing great, thanks."

He walked over to the window and opened it just a sliver. The air was still warm but it was better than before.

"Thank you." You sighed.

"You're welcome. It's fuckin' hotter than hell in here." He took off his jacket and tossed it over onto your clothes.

You couldn't help but stare at the way his arm muscles flexed as he moved. The tattoos on his right bicep were beautiful and you wanted to trace every inch of them with your tongue.

"SO!" He shouted, startling even himself, he pulled the gun away from you. "Shit. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say that so loud." His cheeks were burning. You wanted to reach out and smooth your fingers over his face. You wanted to sit on it. But that's just crazy, you thought. Draken continued, much quieter this time, "You got a boyfriend? Or ... or girlfriend. Sorry. I forget about that shit sometimes." He chuckled.

"Nope, no boyfriend. No girlfriend either." You said, looking down at his crotch again. You were so horny you could hardly stand it. "So, just me, my shitty bra, and my soon-to-be tatted tits."

He laughed and leaned over you to start on the other side. He was close enough that his breath was hot on your ear. You closed your eyes and let yourself just enjoy the feeling of his weight pressing against you. You were so close that you could have turned your head and kissed him.

But he beat you to it. He stopped what he was doing, sitting the gun down on the tray next to him and he trailed his fingers up over your belly. Lifting them up long enough to skip over your freshly inked skin and he put them down at your collarbone, skimming them to your chin and tilting your face toward him. You tried to put your arms around his neck but you forgot you were all tied up. Literally.

He smiled at the new light of this situation. "You're tied up." Draken's demeanor changed.

You looked into his eyes, nodding. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"You wanna be free or do you like it?" He said, tracing his fingers up and down your jawline.

"I like it." You blushed. "But I can't touch you. And that's kinda bumming me out." You laughed.

He leaned back, grabbed the scissors from the counter, and cut the ties, but he left them around your wrists. "You wanna touch me, y/n? You wanna play with my hair? My dick?"

You nodded and reached down to his pants. You cupped your hand around his bulge and squeezed it lightly. He moaned and you loved the sound of his voice. "I wanna do so much more than that, Draken. But … am I crazy for wanting this?" You laughed.

"Oh, you're definitely crazy, baby. An' that's just how I like it." He pushed you back against the chair and softly wrapped his lips around your pointed nipple and dragged his tongue over it.

You shifted in the seat and let out a small whimper. "Fuck that feels so good. I don't know if it's because you've been drilling on me all day or if I just really - I really want you, Draken." You pulled on his hair and he moaned again. He moved his hand up your leg and slipped it into your jeans, feeling how wet you were.

"Well, I guess I was right about something today, huh?" He laughed and unbuttoned your pants. He pulled them down just enough so he could get his fingers inside of you. "You wanna fuck me, y/n? Right here in my booth? You gonna let me fill you up - make you cum all over my cock."

You nodded, unable to form words.

He pulled his fingers out of you and unzipped his pants, pulling them down and sitting back on the edge of the table. He stroked himself a few times and looked back at you. "C'mon kitten, need this dick?"

You sat up and straddled him, holding your weight up enough so that he could slide himself into you. You let out a low moan as he filled you up, your pussy clenching around him. "Holy shit, you feel so fucking good," you moaned. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your breath all but stopped it's exchange with the space around you.

He started to move his hips and you rode him, rolling them and bouncing up and down on his cock. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, feeling him moan into your mouth. His hands were at your waist, guiding you up and down and you felt so fucking good.

"Fuck, y/n, arch your back, stick your tits up, wan' 'em in my mouth." He said, his voice muffled by your chest. You leaned back, he pushed your breasts together and he latched onto them. Massaging them, sucking and biting on your nipples. You felt like you were in a dream, your body humming with pleasure and pain from the abused inches of your skin.

You slowed your movements to feel him better. His cock was hot and dragging against your walls so perfectly that you almost didn't want to cum. You didn't want this to ever stop. You felt his cock twitch inside of you and he moaned, his body tensing up as he came inside of you.

"Fuck, y/n, cum for me, cum all over this dick, baby." He moaned as you ground your hips against his, rubbing your clit against his abdomen. You let yourself go, your body tightening and releasing with the orgasm that washed over you.

You breathed heavily and leaned forward to rest your head on his shoulder. "Wow, Draken. I ... that was..." you trailed off.

He laughed, "It was, huh?"

You nodded, smiling. "Yeah. It was. But I really like your work." 

Your work? You thought. Why did you say that.

"My 'work'? That's what you like? Heh, well, I'm glad?" He chuckled, shaking his head softly. "I'd say the same for you but, I think that'd be weird since I just fucked you and you're still sitting on my dick." He pushed your hair away from your face and kissed you gently on the forehead. "But, you know, I do like your ‘work’, too. It's beautiful. And you're beautiful. And I can't wait to see the finished product." He said, smiling.

You smiled back and leaned in to kiss him again, this time on the lips. "Me too. I'm excited to see it." You blushed and slowly lifted yourself off of him, wincing as he slipped out of you. "God. I hate this part." You pouted.

"Me too, but I think I can make it better. I wanna take you out, y/n. Let me take you out?" He asked, getting up to put his pants back on.

You nodded, smiling. "I'd love that." You grabbed your bra and shirt and held them against your chest as you watched him walk back to the sink and start washing his hands.

"Deal. We should wait a few days after your tattoo has healed up before we go out. Don't wanna get it infected or anything." He laughed, drying his hands on a paper towel.

You laughed too and nodded in agreement. "Sounds good. I guess that gives me time to plan what I'm gonna do next." 

“Do next?” he asked zipping his black jeans and fastening his belt.

“Tattoo ideas … orrr …?” He spun you around by your shoulders and tipped your face up with his fingers.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve got more ideas.” You turned your back to him and he helped you fasten your bra around the wrapping.

“Would you laugh if I said both?” 

“No. I wouldn’t laugh. I’d say ‘when’?”

[otomiyaa]

Ticklish For You

Marcille x Falin

A/N: I COULDN'T STOP MYSELF AAAAAA SORRY. I'm literally posting this right after I said I'd prioritize the x reader fic requests but it just spawned in my drafts like how falin's tits spawn on everyone's dashboard and I had to post it.

Summary: Marcille discovers Falin has an admirable trait. (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 1.2K

"And so, and so, we ate them. I didn't want to, but Laios and Senshi said we should eat them. They tasted delicious, but I didn't want to eat more. Yet I kept eating. That's what happens when touring the dungeon with this lot. I swear to you I -"

It wasn't that Falin wasn't listening to Marcille's stories. But the moment Marcille glanced at her, she could see the smooth skin of Falin's arm beside her, and she couldn't help but stop talking, just to touch her.

"And then? You swear what?" Falin asked, sounding interested in hearing more. Marcille was a little distracted though.

"So it tasted good? I do want to eat it," Falin said. She was always interested in Marcille's horror stories about eating monsters in the dungeon.

Falin didn't really react much when Marcille traced the soft skin of her arm absentmindedly.

"Falin..." Marcille mumbled, interrupting her own story and continuing to trail her finger along the inside of Falin's arm. She scribbled her wrist lightly and sensed no reaction at all.

"There was something I wondered when we were looking for you."

Falin cocked her head. "What is it?"

"It's something I don't know about you, but I think I should know."

"What?" Falin asked again, curious and interested as always. She was so sweet.

"Are you actually ticklish?" Marcille asked after a short pause. Falin stared at her.

"I can be."

.... What sort of answer was that? "Huh?" Marcille gaped at her. Falin nodded.

"I can be ticklish. Not always. My brother used to be a little annoying when we were younger so, I learned how to not be ticklish."

Marcille frowned. Now even for a magician like herself, that sounded like an impossible skill.

"You just un-ticklish yourself? How?"

Falin shrugged. "I don't know. It just happens."

"You are incredible Falin! So if I tickle you now, you can just decide whether you want to feel it or not?"

Falin nodded slowly. "I guess I always feel it. It just does not always tickle and make me laugh, if that makes sense. Why, do you want to tickle me?"

EEP! Marcille blushed and quickly turned away. "N-n-n-no i-it's just, t-the s-subject would c-come up sometimes dududuring our journey and -"

Marcille stopped her babbling when Falin gently took her hand and placed it on her side. She smiled.

"If you tickle me, I can be ticklish for you."

Marcille almost fainted. What kind of new romance thing was that! Breathing heavily, she stared at Falin in disbelief. Her hand that was now placed on her side froze. This was something she couldn't turn down, so...

She slowly started to move her fingers, wiggling slightly against Falin's side. She could feel Falin twitch.

"Ah, it feels ticklish. If you do it a little more, I think I will laugh."

Pffft! She was unbelievable! Marcille still couldn't comprehend how someone would be able to control such a sensation, and she curiously sat on her knees by Falin's side and started to scribble her fingers up and down both her sides.

"H-hehehe, ahaha- it hahahas been a whihile," Falin laughed sweetly. Marcille's eyes widened. It was the first time she heard her laugh in such a tone.

To experiment, she used a little more pressure and squeezed Falin's lower sides playfully. Falin jerked slightly and she let out the cutest little squeak.

"Aheh! It hehehe it ticklehehes!" Marcille could see that indeed! Admiring her reactions, Marcille wiggled her fingers from her sides to her tummy, and she poked her curiously.

"Ah wahahait!" Falin caught her hand, and she looked at her with a blush on her face.

"If it tickles too much, can I stop- WAhh!" Marcille suddenly flipped Falin underneath her and started to tickle her tummy mercilessly.

"No you may not, Falin! You are too powerful. Don't you dare stop being ticklish now~" Marcille said, no longer feeling shy, but just determined to make Falin laugh more. Why she never had tickle fights with Falin before was a question she couldn't think of an answer two. Perhaps they were always just too busy with other things.

"Mahaharcille hahaha!" Falin kicked her legs and squirmed, but Marcille pinned her down firmly. Her tummy, her sides, ah... her ampits?

Falin threw her head back and laughed beautifully. It was a truly unique sight and sound.

"Spahahare mehehe Mahaharcille!"

More and more giggles, squeals, laughter and then....! Silence.

Marcille blinked and watched curiously how Falin caught her breath. She was breathing heavily but no longer laughing, even when Marcille hadn't stopped tickling her yet.

"Sorry Marcille. It's, hehe, it's getting late and I am tired. I can be ticklish again for you tomorrow."

She wasn't lying, she wasn't joking, what!!! Marcille's eyes widened and to make sure, she tested everything. She poked her tummy, squeezed her sides, scribbled her neck and under her chin, tickled her armpits. No reaction at all.

"You really are not ticklish anymore," she sighed. "What a power and control you have, Falin."

Falin smiled. She took Marcille's arm and gently pulled her closer.

"Wait w-w-what?" Marcille sputtered, losing her balance as she fell on top of Falin who still seemed a little tired.

"Well. Is it my turn to tickle you now, Marcille? Only for a little."

Marcille gasped and immediately started to struggle in Falin's arms. "HAH? No no no, it's not fair. It wouldn't be fair. I'm way more ticklish than you are- I don't know how to stop it. I actually can't- waaa!"

Maybe not that tired after all, Falin was suddenly on top of her, smiling gently while she wiggled her fingers.

"That's alright. You only need to ask me to stop, and I will."

That was kind, but the thing is, Marcille wasn't a person who could communicate properly when tickled! She was about to explain this little problem, but Falin already started to tickle her.

"FAHAHAHa-OOOHOho EYahahaha!" Even her attempts at saying things like 'Falin, no!' simply drowned in a hysterical laughing fit.

"I never knew you were so ticklish Marcille!" was Falin's sweet comment. Meanwhile Marcille sounded like some sort of newly discovered monster, wailing in the dungeon.

"EADHAHhaaohouhahaa!"

"What are you saying?"

Falin kneaded Marcille's stomach in a way that reminded Marcille of Senshi making dinner. Ah see. She was already thinking weird thoughts. Getting tickled just did crazy things to her.

In the end, Falin did not seem to realize that Marcille was simply too ticklish to have a fair tickle fight, and too ticklish to ask her to stop. It wasn't until Chilchuck banged on the door to complain about the disturbing noise, that Falin stopped and let Marcille catch her breath.

"I'm sorry Marcille. You didn't ask me to stop, so I thought it was alright. Did I go too far?" she asked with concern. Marcille smiled weakly and shook her head. Exhausted and out of breath, she took Falin's hand in hers and kissed it.

"I'm fine - it's fine. T-thank you, Falin." She had no idea why she was thanking Falin. She may have been a little high after laughing so much.

"I really missed you," Marcille mumbled tiredly, and when Falin took her in her arms and cuddled her comfortably, Marcille could only close her eyes and enjoy the feeling of Falin's love and warmth.

As she drifted to sleep, Falin's words "I can be ticklish for you" ringed through her head, and she couldn't help but giggle. She really was special, and Marcille loved her so much!

[triptychofvoids]

Hi Medic! I was wondering, can the medigun do anything about illnesses? Like colds or flus, since they're not really injuries. Are they something you have to deal with a lot? Thank you have a good day!!

i have answered this here before! and the short answer is no, sickness and illness usually has to be dealt with the long way....

although i am grateful to report that it isnt something i have to deal with too often! but on the occasion it does happen it is always a hassle, and when one of us gets sick the rest of the team unfortunately tends to follow soon after.

[fubu18writes]

❧In the hidden corners of the library, your relationship is hidden amongst the erotica

♢regular tags: f!reader, bonten!kakucho, reader is bonten's nurse (because i doubt that they're always unharmed) and is also kakucho's close friend, friends to lovers, drunk and flirty!kakucho ♢mature tags: slight age gap (reader is 24, so kakucho is older by 4 years), reader is called "slut", uhh idk what this tag is but kakucho shoves the reader's underwear in her mouth, dom!kakucho, daddy kink aheh, semi-public sex (y'all are in a library lol) ♢all characters are 18+ and above unless stated otherwise

a/n: joining the "Yes, Daddy!" collab by @sugarbebenireo! and yes this was... a bit inspired by ana huang's book called "twisted love"... yeah i was reading a bit and i had the idea lmaoo so yeah i hope i did kakucho justice with this

Needless to say, you were used to Kakucho getting injured ever since you were assigned to be Bonten's nurse...

You tended to everyone despite being uncomfortable. However, the only person you managed to be comfortable with was Kakucho

The both of you had become close enough to be considered friends. Kakucho was a little hesitant in becoming comfortable with you, but gradually, he opened up and considered you as a close and trusted friend.

But then... well, Kakucho thought of you as more than a friend.

So when you were in the library that night, hearing the door open and seeing Kakucho looking like he had been drinking and seeing his hand bleed, you didn't hesitate to close the library door and patch him up with some equipment that you carry around for emergencies.

"It's fine, love..." Kakucho says. His voice wasn't slurred but you couldn't help but feel your cheeks flare at the nickname he'd usually give you when the both of you were alone. "It's just a scratch. You've seen worse."

"You're bleeding," You say as you dabbed the medicine with the cotton, flinching a little when you hear him hiss a little in pain. You took a deep breath, finally finishing up with wrapping up the gauze on his hand. "You really should stop getting yourself injured like this, and if you do keep doing this, at least stay sober..."

"If I stay sober, then I wouldn't really be able to say what I want to say to you." Kakucho held your hand as he stared into your (e/c) eyes. Your cheeks flare up again at the sudden action.

"I have feelings for you, and I want to be more than just friends." Kakucho confesses. "I may be drunk right now, but what I'm saying is true."

"Kakucho..." You wanted to say something, but instead you just looked away. Kakucho took this an incentive, his bandaged hand holding your chin to make you look at him. "How am I supposed to kiss you when you're looking away like that?"

You stared at him, speechless. "You're going to kiss...?"

"Can I?"

After a few seconds of silence, you nod. Kakucho pressed his lips onto yours, the kiss starting off gentle. You would have never guessed that Kakucho even felt... anything towards you, considering how you both first started. Now, here you both were, in each other's hold as the kiss started to become more and more aggressive.

When the both of you pulled away, Kakucho had hefted you up onto the windowsill as he kisses you again. You could only melt into the kiss as you let out a muffled moan, his tongue exploring your mouth.

Though when you felt his hand shove his hand over your dress and grazes his teeth over your nipples through the thin lace of your bra (you cursed yourself for wearing something like this of all clothing), your teeth dug into your bottom lip.

"Kakucho, we're in the library. Someone could come in..." You squeaked. You wanted Kakucho to stop but at the same time, you wanted him to keep going. Even if the library was soundproof, someone could very well open the door and see the both of you in the act.

"I'm aware, love." Kakucho pulls your bra aside with his teeth and lavished his attention on your breasts, his non-bandaged hand finding the sweet spot between your legs. "So wet for me, hmm..." His voice was husky when he says this, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan. You could feel his erection press against your leg, thick and hard. "Kakucho, wait--"

"Call me something else, love." Kakucho says with a smirk. Your face, which was already red, turned redder than before. You just stayed silent at that.

Seeing your silence, he then says, "I hope you're not attached to your underwear."

"Wha--?" The sound of tearing fabric already answered your question. Kakucho's lap curled into a sly grin at your shocked expression. "Open your mouth for daddy, won't you?"

Either Kakucho was secretly reading your books, or the alcohol was getting to him. But at that moment, your resistance collapsed. You opened your mouth, and he shoves your underwear in your mouth, shivering when you taste the slick of your own arousal.

Kakucho could see your cunt throbbing at nothing as he returned his attention to your breasts as while he slid in two fingers into your slippery folds. You grip onto his hair, tugging it so hard as he was working you into a frenzy. He lifted his head up from your chest and watched you with smoldering eyes. "That's it, love." He murmured, his muscles taut as he finger-fucked you harder.

You could feel that he was knuckles deep inside you now, the obscene sounds of him sliding in and out of your drenched core creating a dirty symphony that intensified your arousal. You rode on his hand shamelessly, drool leaking from the corners of your mouth as you screamed from the makeshift gag. "Go on and cum, slut. Make a mess for daddy."

And you did. Hard, fast, and endlessly, flying high in an explosion of bliss. Calming down, you saw that he unzipped his pants, and was fisting his cock. God, you knew he was big but you didn't know he was that big... and who knows if he'll slide it inside you the next time. Your thoughts were snapped out when you felt his climax all over your thighs.

"Kakucho..." You removed the makeshift gag out of your mouth, breathing heavily. "How long have you been...?"

"Months," Kakucho replied. "A couple of months."

You nod, looking up at him. "Is this a one-time thing or--Ah!"

Kakucho bit the side of your neck, earning a moan from you. "Come on, love... you can handle one more round for me, right?"

[ja-stuff]

Ghost

Note: Zhongli narrates this POV italics are his initial thoughts, normal fonts are just him narrating less important details. Bold-Italicized lines are Y/n’s line calling for Zhongli

Genre: angst

Character: Zhongli x Reader

Zhongli’s POV

9:05

(Years:Months:Days:Hours:Minutes: Seconds) 

(00:00:00:08:03:48) (time countdown with reader’s clock)

Time feels so fast today, and the day felt short even when the sun has just risen in the land of Liyue… It feels weird, why does it feel like the clock is weighing so much on me? It’s as if something is chasing me, it’s like I know what it is but could not put my finger on it. Could this unpleasant feeling be an omen(?)… Something terrible might happen during this year’s festival, I should order Xiao to double stroll around Liyue and ask the traveler to do so to keep in check groups of hilichurls roaming around. Keeping the peace and letting everyone be at ease is the utmost priority.

“How are you liking the newly brewed tea of the day, Master Zhongli?” - Fan Er’ye, the owner of Heyu tea house came up to me with his usual smile. 

“As always coming in for tea as I watch the people of Liyue walk around, feels nice,” I said as I took another sip from the tea.

“I see that it has come to your liking, as you have requested one of the staff, here’s the chamomile and green tea leaves I picked from my homegrown garden...” Fan Er’ye reached his hand out to me, giving me two jars of tea leaves I requested to give Y/n when I go back to the hill.

“Many thanks, Fan Er’ye.” Bowing his head, he walked away from my table. 

<don’t know if will use>

As I proceed to watch the busy people preparing for the festival, the familiar light vibrations of the ground whispered at me “Zhongli, my love, I wish you would come home early today...” 

My grip on the teacup tightens a little. They used it again. The secret way to call for me. It’s not that I don’t like it, but I wish they would just use it for emergencies, and not order me to come home, especially after the discussion we had last night… So I’ll just ignore it. I am planning to go back to the hill after I finish this tea to give them the leaves anyway.

13:35

(00:00:00:03:25:00)

Damn. I did not expect the time to go by just like that after I dropped by Wangsheng Funeral Parlor to have a few chats with the locals who had visited and ask Director Hu about lighting lanterns from their passed-away families and friends at the Border in Wuwang Hill to wish them a new year at the afterlife. 

“Our good consultant, your job here’s finished. I thank you for dropping by the Parlor even when today’s our no-work day.” Director Hu thanked me while she tried to bid goodbyes to the people who entered the Border. 

“In which case, I’ll go back to the hill and give Y/n these leaves.” 

“Oh. You haven’t gone home yet?” Director Hu questioned with concerned eyes. This is my first time seeing her concerned eyes over something that I wasn’t sure of.

“But, Y/n– oh, I don’t think I’m allowed to say that, it feels like she’s–.” 

“Say what?” I asked,  feeling a little uneasy with how Director Hu was about to tell me something that seems to be important slightly bothers me.

“Hm. Nothing? Ahehe. I just don’t think that you’ll mind it though, it would be pointless if I ramble about it..” She nervously smiled with her eyes wavering with something like ‘guilt’ written on them, but I couldn’t be bothered if Hu Tao says it is ‘nothing’

“Okay? Well, I guess if it’s not something important then it is time for me to be on my way.” 

…

Arriving at Liyue’s teleport waypoint, I saw a familiar silhouette walking from the distance… Seeing them walking around Liyue, feels like I was back in the past when I saw them at Ningguang’s parade across Liyue back to the Jade Chamber’s Palace– It would be nice to follow them, but I know it’s going to be awkward. I still don’t feel like facing them after last night’s fight, but I’ll be back on the hill in a few minutes, so maybe I’ll just meet them there. 

15:00

(00:00:00:01:59:00)

“My Morax, come home. I’m tired.” Again, with the unnecessary calls. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. ‘If this is going to spark a new discussion which I wouldn’t like, I’m not coming to the hill earlier.’ I whispered in my mind.

“Zhongli-daren…” Xiao’s voice beside me made me look in his direction. 

“How has it been? Are you through combing the lands of Liyue safe from danger?” I asked, curious at the little box he was holding, this looks like the one Y/n has been keeping in their room for quite some time now. 

“It is indeed safe from the dangers that may occur on tonight’s celebration, Zhongli-daren.” 

“I see. Good work, Xiao.” 

“Y/n– I lit up a lantern with Y/n a few minutes ago.” He started, which made my brow raise “They lit it up at the back of your shared home.” 

“This early? With the sun still actively rolling across the land?” Xiao nodded, 

“Yes. They told me they wanted to light it up for me first this year.” I hummed

“Did they say they will attend the festival? Are they coming down from the hill?” I asked, curious if we’ll watch the lanterns on the streets of Liyue with everyone like in the past years. I might just apologize later, I hope they said they’ll come…

“They did not mention.” Oh.

“Hm. I see. Well, good work with ensuring Liyue’s safety.” As Xiao and I part ways, I tried to shrug off the weird feeling I felt when Xiao did not add more any answers Y/n should’ve provided like they always do.

16:55

(00:00:00:00:05:10)

The whole of Liyue gathered as soon as the sun set,  the lighted lanterns illuminated the whole Liyue harbor, the fleeting noise created from exchanging conversations and the waves of laughter radiated visible excitement and joy among the attendees of the Lantern Rite Festival echoed through the whole city. Everyone expresses their thrill in welcoming the new year, but here I am turning my head 360 degrees, eyes searching for someone in the crowd hoping that Y/n will arrive later than the past year– *throb throb*

Oh, wait, I’m feeling it again, a sudden pain in my chest…

A feeling which never left me since I parted with Y/n last night. I am sure that what bothers me is related to them, but just like any other day they’ll be able to understand me like usual, and we can just go on with our days. They know how to make everything fine. Yes, that’s just how they are. So when I get to them I’ll just make them tea and start our New Year ‘right’ this time.

16:59

(00:00:00:00:00:30)

A few minutes had passed, and here I was finding the path back to the hill. I don’t even know why I am doing this, but I was running as soon as I felt the ground shake differently from what I am used to, the air smelled so sad giving me a heavy feeling when I breathed in the air as it makes my heart pound in a light but painful way.

The festival started, and loud booms surrounded the area, the colorful light lit the sky as its reflection bounced on the ground lighting my path back to the hill. Somehow, the anxiety I am feeling right now must be the guilt of not apologizing sooner to Y/n as my mind went clear watching the fireworks up in the sky. I recalled Y/n’s smile while watching the lanterns every year, maybe I have been feeling this bothered earlier because, maybe I just do miss her so much, and did not mean to do that last night like how I always regret fighting with her every single time in the last 10 years. 

I admit, I am always in the wrong but my pride doesn’t allow me to come to apologize first which–

“Y/n?” I called once I reach the house. 

“Y/n? Where are you?” I entered the house and put the bag from the teahouse on the living room table. “I have tea leaves. Let’s brew some.” I voiced out through the hallway of the house. Opening the doors I can see, only to find no traces of them inside. She could be in the back garden, admiring the lights from the city.

“Y/n…” Oh, I am right.

I called standing still from where I am, expecting them to stand up and welcome me with a smile, yet there was no movement. “Y/n?” I called them a little louder, they might not hear me since the sounds of the fireworks and the voices of the people can be heard from this hill.

“Y/n?” yet there’s no response. 

*throb* My chest started to hurt again. 

“Y/n? I know I– okay, I am back?” nope, they’re staying still as if like stone.

I watched their back for a few seconds and realized their shoulders– were not moving… not… moving. I walked slowly not to startle them– they must be asleep, right?

*throb* I could feel my heart sink as I got closer and closer until I was standing an inch closer to them…

“Hey? What’s up?” I voiced as softly as I could, “What’s wrong, Y/n?” I re-asked.

Yet no answers… I froze as the cold wind hit my face, feeling the ground as if it was too soft rather than solid and it made my knees weak… 

I feel like sinking…

“H--hey? Y/n, stop this.” I walked on my knees, closing what made little of our distance,

And there I saw the lights reflecting on their unblinking eyes… unblinking lifeless eyes… 

(SN):

Zhongli pulled Y/n from the bench and lightly placed them in between his embrace, carefully tapping their face as he repeated the words,

“Y/n, please. Don’t do this… I’m back, I’m sorry I’m late… Please, don’t do this…” 

Zhongli’s POV

My hands became busy, trying to check on their body if they were harmed or anything, yet there were no signs of being harmed but they were not waking up!

  “Y/n wake-up, please. I beg you, please… I apologize…” I hugged their body, forcing their arm to hug me back but it just fell on the ground creating a soft thud… 

“No… No, please no…” I can feel the time stopping as soon as a tear escapes my eye, realizing that they’re– no there’s something I can do… I am an archon, I must– shit… I don’t know what to do!

Could this be what was weighing on me since I left the house after the argument we had last night? I don’t understand, I know that I said that the time feels like it stopped, but this– what happened just came in unannounced, it never gave me an idea that this could happen– I never thought that this could happen– now, I– 

“Y/n, please? Tell me this isn’t true…” I whispered in their ear, hoping that they’d whisper back at me, “Come on baby, wake up…” 

I– feel hurt, no– what was that again, something that I haven’t felt for a long time? Ah, Grief… 

Memories of the past during the Great Archon War

“Y/n– Zhongli-daren!” 

“Y/n!”

“What happ– oh archons!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Again, hope you enjoyed it and see you on the next post!

This one is for those who haven't seen Part 1

Sorry, this took longer to upload. Short story time, so I was busy with work lately and did not know that Zhongli's banner was on the week of my birthday, I only get to log in on the exact day of my birthday which left me 4 days to wish for him, and he did not come home to me! I'm so mad, that's why the next part titled "Regrets" will be his suffering just cause I want him to suffer for hurting Y/n and for not coming home to my party. Kidding aside, I hope that you liked this one, I really tried my best to keep it subtle and not let everything spill before the next part.

Love,

Ja♥

[chenoehi]

been thinking thoughts about KH3, MoM theories, etc a lot lately and this is my current brain rot:

All the Org XIII ancient keyblade wielders seem to treat Sora with either derision or kindness.

Eg. Marluxia and Luxord are friendly to Sora when they’re fading away. Marluxia thanks him and Luxord gives him a card to help him. Luxord was arguably never unkind to Sora prior but he was still antagonistic. Larxene isn’t kind per se but she shows a different side briefly and even smiles at him in the end, which for her actually seemed genuine.

Meanwhile you have Xigbar/Luxu and Demyx. Both of which are, frankly, bastards (affectionately! I love them your honor) to Sora in KH2, DDD, and KH3 even when they don’t need to be. Like, just thinking about Xigbar antagonizing the shit out of Sora in KH2/Radiant Garden and like Cardi B I’m wondering what was tf reason.

Based on what we know of him now, we can make educated guesses as to why he acts that way — his character file is illuminating and offers a lot of insight as to why he may feel differently about Sora, in addition to how nosey af we know Luxu is.

Demyx initially acts friendly but that’s really just him addressing Roxas imo which he makes pretty obvious by speaking directly to Roxas in KH2. And while he was objectively terrible to Roxas in terms of ditching him on missions in Days, he was never actually rude or unkind to him that I remember. For the most part he’s friendly with him both in game and in comics (that I know of). And he seemed alright with Xion.

Sora? Nah. He’s sarcastic as shit and while I love me some barbs, I tend to agree with the opinion that sarcasm is veiled contempt.

In fact contempt is the word I feel fits best for how both Xigbar and Demyx act/feel toward Sora.

But Riku? Demyx calls out to him in Remind and starts talking like they’re besties, he smiles at him softly — which is not at all weird or like his soft smile for Ienzo, no not similar in the slightest — and he gets up in his personal space, which, while not entirely unusual for Demyx, is in contrast to his interactions with Sora. It’s made a little creepy by the odd familiarity with which he’s treating someone he’s supposedly just met — and not even properly. (it’s actually crazy to me but rn I’m realizing the org members almost never introduce themselves to anyone lol Sora has no idea who these people are, like he literally doesn’t know what to call them so he just says “it’s org 13” bc names? what’s a name?)

And this single solitary interaction between Riku-Demyx for me is all just so strange because there’s few people on record in the games that Demyx is actually friendly toward. Xigbar, Ienzo, Roxas, maybe Xion, now Riku. That’s an ..interesting mix. I’m not counting Vexen because dude was finding every excuse to walk away from science boy in RG before getting sucked into the scheme via manipulation (and arguably his own ego, cause you know, he’s the only one who could pull it off bc no one would suspect him). He literally claims himself that he had no real friends outside of Xigbar and we know that association alone is 👀 At one point Axel speaks somewhat kindly of him, but then Demyx was saying how much quieter it was and how he’s glad the loudmouths were unalived in Castle Oblivion. Not very neighborly of him, but then again Axel and Zexion were friendly enough to bet on who’d die next only for Axel to axe (aheh) him so a lot of that backstabbing shit went on. So maybe he was cool with Axel but clearly not enough to be friends with him, even though he apparently wanted friends. (On another note, I still find it super odd Axel chose to defend Demyx to Roxas instead of piling on, we never even saw them interact. It’s weird.)

It’s unfortunate we don’t get to see Xigbar/Luxu interact with Riku on his own but, like with Demyx, I think he would be less bastardly than he is with Sora. Maybe it’s a keyblade master thing, maybe Riku’s just earned more respect, or maybe he just can’t stand that Sora is the ‘hero’ putting others (Riku et al) in danger constantly by needing to be rescued or protected — at least from Xigbar/Luxu’s perspective.

[kame-writes]

Media Overlords drabble - Girls night

Velvette turns up at the Hotel

Charlie rushed to open the door, surprised to hear it being knocked so late in the afternoon. There was a giddy, optimistic part of her hoping that it was someone interested in staying at the hotel. And despite the fact that it hadn't happened yet, she still greeted the person on the other side with a Dazzling smile. “Welcome to the Hazb-”

“Zip it Princess, nobody cares.” The impatient cockney voice instantly gave away who it was, and she didn't sound in a good mood.

The Vees generally didn't come out to the hotel, except Vox who was a naussance on a debatably regular occasions. Valentino was out right banned on pain of something about Alastors shadow, which had been a huge relief to Angel Dust. So Velvette standing with her hand on her hip in the doorway was a very odd sight indeed.

“I'm just here to pick up my number one bitch for the day.” She explained, pushing her way through the door and into the lobby. 

“Uh Angel Dust?” Charlie guessed, not sure who Velvette meant. Angel was a good guess, since he was always in fashionable clothes for his shows, which she assumed came from the social media overlord.

“Pffft as if. He wishes he was number one.” With a scoff Velvette brought a hand to her lips and let out an ear piercing whistle, before screaming. “Girls night!”

Immediately, there was the sound of quick, tip tapping sounds as someone ran down the stairs. A red and white blur rushed past Charlie and launched itself into Velvette’s arms.

“Niff, how you been girl?” Velvette grinned, pulling her into a spinning hug, before settling the much smaller sinner on her hip, able to hold her almost like a child since she was so much smaller. “Towers been boring as fuck without you running around causing chaos.”

“I'm in a war with the cockroaches!” Niffty  beamed, excited as always to talk about her unusual little hobbies. “You should see my collection, hehe, I put on puppet shows with them!”

“Good for you. Now then, the boys have pissed me off today, so we're going all out. I'm talking spa day, retail therapy, the works. If we don't max out at least one of Vox's cards, we ain't doing enough.” 

“Ya know. Al gave her a job here. He ain't gonna like you taking her away like this.” Husk pointed out from the bar.

“Stay outta this pussy cat. If that Deer bastard’s got an issue he can come back to the tower and hash it out with me personally. Hear for himself just what I think of him demoting my girl to a fucking janitor.”

“I like to clean!” Niffty grinned, not seeming to see the same Issue Velvette was.

“So. You're taking Niffty shopping? Is she going to be gone long?” Charlie asked, clearly a bit apprehensive about letting their weird little maid leave by herself with an Overlord.

“I don't think it gives us a good image, if our staff is seen out and about with the Vees.” Vaggie pointed out, making herself known from further back in the foyer, glaring at the young overlord suspiciously.

“Oh please. What kind of Hotel only has, like, two guests anyway. One or two posts on my Sinstagram and your crummy little hotel could be crawling with patrons.” Velvette almost giggled, turning around to hold up her phone for a selfie.

“Aheh. I wouldn't do that if I was you, little lady.” A familiar staticky radio voice spoke out, a second before its owner materialized from the shadows, leaning forward on his cane with slightly narrowed eyes aimed at Velvette’s phone camera. “Unless of course, you wish for the first shop you visit to be buying a replacement.”

“If you break one more of my phones I swear to-”

“Let's, uh, not get into a fight shall we?” Charlie cut in, anticipating this to only get worse if it was allowed to continue.

“This hotel is not in affiliation with the Vees. As I have made very clear on multiple occasions.” Alastor's voice was a casual firmness, being polite instead of argumentative. “It is a place for sinners who honestly want to give redemption a shot. Not some tacky, tourist photo opportunity for your social media scrutiny.”

Alastor straightened up from his forward lean, walking over to put himself between both Charlie and Velvette, slightly to the side so he could address them both equally. “However. If Charlie wishes to allow you some form of promotional material. Perhaps you may ask her to join you on your outing today? Ask some questions, take some photos together. Be seen supporting our darling princess in a few of your posts.”

“I'm not letting Charlie go anywhere with an Overlord. It's bad enough that you're here. And even then I'm only about sixty percent sure you're not a threat to us.”

“Sixty? My, I've gone up in your estimations.” Alastor laughed, backed up by a condescending laugh track. “But very well, I suppose it would be remiss to leave you behind.”

“Hold up. This ain't some kind of playdate.” Velvette snapped, putting Niffty back down on the floor to instead stand with both hands on his hips, hip checked to the side with very obvious attitude. “I'm here for Girls night with-”

“And the last time I checked, both Charlie and her paramour were of the female persuasion.” Alastor said, more firmly this time. “Girls night seems like a wonderful bonding experience for all of you!”

Charlie looked back at Vaggie, who was holding her spear to the side, not looking thrilled at the idea, but not outright rejecting it either, and Niffty was bouncing on the spot with a hug grin stretching wide across her face. “I… guess it wouldn't hurt to get to know eachother. I mean, if your a friend of Al's, and wanted to help out.”

“Ooooo! Girls night got bigger.” Niffty gasped, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Urgh.” Velvette groaned, racking a hand down her face in annoyance. But the fond look she gave at seeing how happy the idea made Niffty softened the blow somewhat. “Fine. I suppose being seen with the princess isn't cramping my style too much.” The resignation in her voice was palpable, and the knowing look she shot Alastor only validated his smug expression.

“Wonderful! Anything Charlie buys, you may take out of my personal account.” Alastor said brightly, stepping aside to allow Charlie to pass. “I look forward to hearing all about it this evening.”

Vaggie reluctantly followed the others out of the hotel, moving besides a bewildered but optimistic Charlie, who already looked like she might break into a full round of twenty questions at the drop of a hat.

“And don't you fret princess. I'm sure the boys and I will have things completely under control here until you get back.”

[redux-iterum]

Can you recommend any other warriors rewrites?

I don't know these rewrites too well, so I can't judge from quality. I can at least point you in a direction, if that helps.

Path of Stars by [redacted] – An incomplete TNP rewrite. This one is in the style I call "Canon+" where the only goal is to improve canon. Worldbuilding is only really relevant for medcats and the afterlife, and much like canon, the cats are people. The author of this story has since abandoned and orphaned it, but I know who wrote it. Funnily enough, I was looking for fanart of this fic back in 2019 on DA that led me to find fanart of the Redux and eventually read it! So I guess you can thank this fanfic for that in some aspect, aheh.

Paws of Stars by Sunnyfall – I've not read this fic and frankly I have no intention of doing so, but for the three people who haven't heard of it, try this Po3/OotS Canon+ rewrite.

Fatalverse Warriors by FatalBlow – I've seen art of this around and it looks neat! A TPB rewrite I call "Ga'hoole But Cats", where the cats can do a lot of explicitly non-cat things like use tools and cook. Seems neat, try it out if it looks like you'd like it.

For Roads Untraveled by YarrowLeef – I still have yet to read TSR, but this looks like it was well-recieved. Give it a shot if you like the gay Windclan leader and his round bisexual ginger.