#i hope IT makes sensie

[neil-gaiman]

Hello Mr. Gaiman sir. I'm kinda hoping you can help me, or your community can. A few months before or after the release of Sandman Netflix you made a post about a company that makes earbuds and noise reduction earplugs. You mentioned they were a good company. I find myself in need of some. I was wonder if maybe you remember the name of said company. Sorry for the ramble block, and thank you for your time.

It was FLARE AUDIO.

These people:

[madame-fear]

*ೃ༄ 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐙𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐎𝐒 .ೃ࿐

★ amira speaks! : dedicated to my sweet @lady-ashfade. Happy Birthday, my most dear love! I hope your day is filled with people that love you as much as we all love you in here. I wish you health, safety, joy, and tons of success in your life !! I adore you, you are one of my fave people in here, and you deserve all the best. Enjoy this, sweetie! 🩷 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : your husband, Lord Lucerys Velaryon, gets a bit too possesively jealous when another Lord flirts with you by making silly jokes and remarks, and you giggle along. But, your Lord Husband will teach you how to behave — and who you truly belong to. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 2.8k

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : smut, dom/sub (maybe, I think?). ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Jealous!Lord!Lucerys x Wife!Reader

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; possesive behaviour, Dom!Lucerys, spanking, slight profanity, fingering, cunnilingus (oral sex, female receiving), slight praising.

Jealousy was a fiery thrill when it came to your husband, Lord Lucerys Velaryon.

For him, it’s a juxtaposition between aggressive possesiveness, and arousal. It was knowing that, as much as he craved to turn into ashes the person provoking jealousy on him with a simple dragonfire, he would simultaneously get to have you under his mercy — prove who you belong to.

There was nothing that caused more jealousy on him, than seeing someone having the audacity to flirt with you. Not even his older brother Jacaerys was spared with Luke’s possesiveness, when Jace sweetly offered his hand to you for a dance one day, during a dinner feast.

Of course, Jacaerys was doing nothing but merely trying to be the gentleman he had always been with you, plus a good brother-in-law and friend you could trust in. Yet, Lucerys, despite being delighted at the sight of you being happy and bonding with his family, couldn’t help but feel that overwhelming burning jealousy over his older brother. And, as expected, the (then) young Velaryon prince fucked your brains out afterwards.

Despite having the need of being dominantly feral over you in a possesive manner — he managed to treat you softly, proving that he could be even far more delicate and loving than his brother; pampering you with soft kisses, neck bites, and fucked you in a way that made you crave for more of his gentle touch.

But, his gentleness over your body faded away at the sight of another man that wasn’t part of his family having the audacity to flirt with you right in front of his face. Especially, the audacity of another Lord that had tried to flirt with you during a feast Luke hosted in Driftmark, shortly after being officially named Lord and Lady of the Tides, right in front of his face.

The way giggles spurred from your lips so sweetly at the most stupid remarks the other Lord did, with a honey-like sound, inevitably made the young Velaryon boy clench his jaw discreetly with ire. You were so endearingly delicate, like the petal of a flower, and the most polite woman — needless to say, you were charmingly precious. How could the other Lords not try and flirt with you?

Which, of course, the second the Lord had gotten far too close to your body, Lucerys had to intervene by abruptly showing up by your side, pressing a quick smooch to your lips, and possesively wrap an arm around your waist while giving the other Lord a death glare. It was his way to establish his dominance in a public space, in front of other men.

And in private? This type of jealousy wouldn’t so easily fade away from him by merely gluing your body to his own in front of the other Lord. You had to be taught your lesson, of not trying to get along with other Lords so easily. And Lucerys would teach you how to behave.

The sound of soft, yet firm fleshy sounds echoed through the walls of your private quarters, along your own hushed gasps. Laying on Lucerys’ lap, your hands gripped on the silky sheets, digging your nails deep into the texture as you bit your lower lip. His hand continously kept smacking your sensitive ass that already had a shade of red forming on your skin with each slap.

“You can only belong to me.” another gasp spurred deep from your throat, making you grip yourself tighter on the sheets, feeling the bittersweet stinging pain in your ass as Lucerys kept smacking it; increasing the pressure as he kept going. “I’m the only one who can pamper you with my love. The only one that knows exactly how to fuck you.”

Every smack he did with the palm of his hand against your rear, also hit against your achingly needy, wet cunt. Occasionally, his fingertips brushed against your folds on purpose, for the fun of seeing you squirm. “And if I need to, I could spend all night long spanking your pretty little reddened ass, until you learn how to behave, and who you belong to.”

The way he spanked you was dreadfully delicious, enjoying the stinging pain leisurely appearing around your — already reddish — skin, and your stimulated pussy. “M-My Lord,” you whispered faintly, gasping with each smack, feeling your nipples harden in arousal under your nightgown. “I-I can only be yours, and no one else’s. I promise I will behave.”

Noticing the way your cunt was already stimulated, along your ass being reddened and the sound of quiet pleasured whimpers escaping from your beauteous lips, caused a grin to tug at the corner of his rosy lips. You were such a good girl when it came to being put in your place and behaving, as well as a fast learner that obeyed to every one of his orders. “Repeat that for your Lord, dōna riña.”

Another spank surprised you, making you whince as you clenched your jaw, feeling the sore skin on your ass stinging from the repeated hand motions, and the sounds increased the more firmer his hand became against your stimulated skin. “I-I am only yours, my Lord– Fuck!” his smile grew wider as in the middle of your stuttered words, he smacked your ass louder, and harder this time; enjoying how you were both wet from arousal, yet, Luke knew his spanking was rough at times and the pain was sore on your flesh.

“I... I only belong to my Lord of Driftmark, Lucerys Velaryon, and I will behave for him.” you managed to mumble out, trying to catch your breath. The tight grip you held on the sheets loosened, feeling your hands tremble weakly. His proud grin remained at your submission, as the same hand that was used to spank you groped your ass tenderly, making your breath hitch.

Not only his touch was warm, but as well it was firmly possesive over you; using his thumb to trace shapes on your sore flesh gently, squeezing your ass in a teasing manner. And in a ravenous manner for your cunt, his fingers moved upwards to brush against your pussy, enjoying the feeling of your moist folds being rubbed against his digits.

Gods, you were so pretty when you held back your moans and whimpers from pleasure. It was undeniable that Lucerys was the only one that knew how to be so rough, yet so gentle. And he could be rougher, if he wanted to.

“Good girl. So obedient for your Lord and husband.” he praised, looking down at you with his green hazel eyes. While doing so, his fingernails scraped your skin merely to admire the goosebumps you had when he touched you that way. “You deserve to be rewarded for learning who you belong to, issa perzītsos.” as you still remained laying on his lap, quivering under his touch, his hand continued to explore your skin, only to then slightly lower the skirt of your dress.

“Sit.” Luke ordered, in a firm whisper. Eagerly and obediently for your husband, you did as he had commanded to you. The marks and bruises left from the previous spanking, along the reddened sore flesh stung the moment you stood up, and the moment you sat at the edge of the bed. But of course, you weren’t complaining; you had great pleasure when your husband disciplined you just like that, and became feral from jealousy.

With trembling legs, you sat on the edge of the bed, with both of your hands at your sides. Quietly, you observed how your husband stand from where he had been sitting — and spanking you —, and place himself in front of you, only to immediatly lower himself on his knees. “Let me show you just how much I adore you.” at his words, your breath hitched, feeling your chest rising and falling constantly. Both his hands went to your legs, spreading them apart carefully, and you unconsciously helped him to do so by spreading them yourself as well. The sexual tension between the two of you lingering on the atmosphere made your pussy glisten with aroused moist, aching to feel his cock, or tongue, or fingers inside of you.

Softly, his lips were pressed against your knee. With tender smooches, keeping his lips lingering on your skin for several seconds before continuing, he moved upwards towards your inner thigh. Each kiss made a shiver run down your back, gripping the sheets tighter as your gaze was fixed on the way he so sweetly moved to kiss your inner thigh. Every passing second made you feel wetter in between your legs, with slick dripping from your cunt excitedly to feel him.

Having reached your inner thigh, his lips focused on placing several smooches on that overly sensitive zone of your skin, and occasionally nibbling on it as to leave a bitemark. Teasingly, as he focused on moving dreadfully slow towards your pussy with his lips, his fingertips began grasping against your wet folds, making you release a soft gasp from your partly open lips. “Fuck.” you breathed out, fluttering your eyes shut as you panted softly. The feeling of your wetness being enough to coat his fingertips as they stroked you gently made him proudly grin at his own work, moving his hand so his fingers would apply pressure on your clit. “So wet for me, already?” Lucerys teased, looking up at you with his green eyes before finally focusing on your aching sex.

“W-Why are you surprised, Lord Husband?” you retorted back in a stutter, slowly opening your eyes to stare at him, and in response, he scoffed in a playful manner. The seconds felt dreadful until the young Lord decided that it was time to give you your very much needed reward, but when he did, your eyes closed again and a groan escaped deeply from your groan. His hot breathing hit against your wetness, feeling his lips become glossy with your slick as they focused on pressing tender kisses on your folds. Not one inch of your genitalia was safe from his kisses, and his tongue that occasionally appeared between those pecks to tease you further.

You tasted just like sweet honey, and he couldn’t get enough of savouring you. By the time his tongue was already vehemently passing through your wet cunt, selfishly drinking from your moistness, his fingers began teasing your entrance. The sound of your growls and the feeling of your wetness increasing to the point it dripped down onto the sheets made his cock throb with need. He so badly wanted to roll you on your stomach, and fiercely fuck you from behind like you deserved to be fucked - but he preferred to patiently wait, and reward you with little treats and some pampering.

“You taste so, so sweetly, issa dōna riña.” Lucerys whispered, between his soft nibbling on your wet folds before moving to take care of your sensitive clit. His fingers immediatly entered your tight, hot pussy — making you lean your hips forwards to encourage Lucerys to move his fingers deeper. “L-Luke,” you moaned in between quiet pants, feeling your body nearly melt the moment his lips nibbled on your sensitive nub. “And you take me so well. What a beautifully obedient girl you are.”

Vehemently, his fingers began deeply moving in, and then out in a continous manner. His lips focused on your clitoris, nibbling, sucking, and kissing it desperately to increase the delightful sound of your moans. Whenever he groaned against your sex, and he increased his finger fucking, you could feel a knot forming inside your stomach. A fiery heat tightened on your chest, sliding your hand down onto the back of his head, intertwining your fingers in between dark strands of his hair, pushing him deeper. “P-Please, don’t stop.” you begged in between ragged moans and pants, in a rather desperate manner.

“I don’t intend to. I plan on drinking from your sweet tasting pussy tonight, my love.” Luke murmured, pulling apart briefly, with his lips glossy from your own lubrication before going back to his deeds. His mouth hungrily ate your throbbing cunt, trying to catch the strong flush of wetness continously oozing from you as his fingers moved faster and deeper inside of you, trying to stimulate you further.

The knot on your stomach became tighter, as well as the heat overwhelming your chest. Throwing your head back with your eyes shut, pulling him deeper in between your legs as he kept stimulating you, your moans intensified. Their sound became slightly high-pitched the closer you felt to cumming in his fingers and mouth, with some whimpers mixed in your moans. “L-Lucerys!” his name kept escaping mindlessly from your lips, not managing to form a proper sentence. “I-I think I’m about to cum.”

It seemed that your words were all that he needed to hear, besides your continous whimpers of pleasures and the way his name rolled from your mouth so endearingly. “Cum, then, my sweet.” he encouraged, with his own breath sharpened by the intensity of his arousal. One of his hand took hold of your leg, digging his nails deep into your skin, while his other hand moved his two fingers more intensely inside of you, making almost a fleshy sound.

Slowing down on the motion with his fingers, he managed for his thumb to stroke your clit and apply pressure on it. “Cum for your Lord Husband.” his tongue moved around your entrance, teasing it further as he delighted himself with the sweet taste of your cum. At his words, your shaking hand desperately caressed his messy brunette hair, pulling slightly strands of his curly hair as you could feel yourself reaching your climax.

In between hot, moaned pants, his name continously spurred from your lips as your eyes closed, throwing your head slightly back in pleasure. From your partly opened lips, all types of sounds escaped from them faintly, progressively becoming louder the closer you were to orgasming, and cumming into his mouth. The young Velaryon Lord seemed pleased with the noises he was making you do, growling pleased against your sensitive pussy as he desperately ate you out the wetter you became.

The knot that had formed on your stomach abruptly broke out, coming out as a pleasant flush of wet, slick cum against his lips, and his tongue wasted no time in taking all of the sweet taste of yourself that you offered to him — pussydrunk from your cum as if his life depended on it.

The way you yelled his name had intensified in sound, which satisfied him because, surely, it could be heard from outside your private chambers. Several satisfied growls escaped from him, enjoying the way your hand gripped his hair. His hot breath continously hitting against your wet folds as he devoured you, making you squirm under him. It felt as if a wave of relief washed over you the moment you felt all the built-up tension be released, and him being delighted by it.

Violently, your legs trembled as soon as you had finished cumming into his mouth. The feeling of your own lubrication oozing down from you, moistening your inner thighs and the sheets below, made you softly shiver. Your hands weakly gripped the sheet, digging your nails as Lucerys continued to caress gently your wet folds with his tongue and fingers for a few more seconds shortly after you had orgasmed, just to tease you further and observe the way you so beautifully squirmed delicately under his touch.

“I don’t think I could possibly grow tired of tasting you, my love.” before pulling away, moving his cum-coated fingers out of your pussy, he placed a kiss on your overstimulated nub; which made you shiver. His hazel green eyes stared at you as he scraped his nails on your leg, across your skin.

“You taste so good, I could spend hours like this... Seeing you squirm so beautifully, cumming on my tongue.” a little grin formed at the corner of his lips, rising slightly as he had been kneeling in between your legs, just to caress your skin under your chin. Noticing the crimson tint creepin on your cheeks, the young Velaryon Lord placed his glossy lips against you tenderly, allowing you to feel your own taste.

The kiss deepened heavily, as if he were devouring, and savouring your taste. As Luke pulled away, his lips lingered on your own, grasping gently against each other while his panting breath delicately hit your skin. “You are mine, and no one else’s.” his voice whispered quietly, as his fingertips continued tracing shapes on your inner thigh in a slow manner, while his rosy lips littered your chin, cheeks, tip of your nose, and lips with several loving pecks.

If this is what you would get for merely giggling at the remarks of another flirting Lord, you were going to make sure to get Lucerys as jealous as possible more often — it was as if Luke was encouraging to keep going, and you would.

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[short-honey-badger]

Kelp? No, Hello!

This has come from a little brainstorming session with my darling @goth-mami-writer. Enjoy a little JJK soul mate fic. We've decided to do our own takes on this, so I hope you enjoy! I'll have her works tagged below!

Pairings: Inumaki Toge x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut! Fast burn. Cunnilingus. The movie spoiled me. Fluff and sweet things.

Masterlist

Toge doesn't expect to meet his soul mate while out for a snack run for the other second years in his class. You'd bumped into him coming out of the convenience store, and both of you had felt that instant connection when he'd grabbed your hand to prevent you from falling. Your face, red and adorable, stared up at him.

"Hi."

Toge wished more than anything that he could say anything to you that wasn't a rich ball ingredient, brows furrowing, as he slowly offers you a soft.

"Kelp."

Embarrassment welled up in his chest when you gave him an odd look, but then you shrugged like it was no big deal, giving Toge a winning smile and suggested that the two of you go somewhere less crowded.

Inumaki had easily agreed and shot a quick text off to Maki to let her know that he'd be back later that evening. He'd then followed you to a nearby park, your hand tangled with his own the entire time. The longer he held your hand, the more his mouth and tongue felt tingly, like he'd eaten something sour. It wasn't until he made it to the park that Inumaki recalled something Gojo had mentioned in passing about soul mates before.

"Soul mates, as rare as they are, can be dangerous. With enough skin on skin contact, your "other half" can mute your cursed technique. It's that reason why you hardly see anyone paired up around here."

Toge felt his heart rate pick up twofold, and his hand shook as he grabbed the zipper to his mask and tugged it down. You were looking at him curiously, taking in the old tattoos that he had on either side of his mouth. He licks his lips, voice rough when he speaks up.

"Hello."

You had beamed at him, excited but unsure as to why, other than knowing your soul mate seemed incredibly relieved about something. Toge had quickly introduced himself, speech picking up speed the more he relaxed in the knowledge that he couldn't hurt you with his cursed speech as long as you were touching him.

Things moved quickly after that. Dates and outings when Toge had the time outside of school, taking every bit of his spare time to get to know you. It's a month into his new relationship when things turn heated while he's at your apartment visiting.

You lay played across the bed, eyes only for Inumaki as the white-haired man hovers over you. Your shirt and pants have been cast aside, and he only wears a pair of boxers. You smooth your hands across his pale body, fingers dragging along his lean muscles and then up to pull him down for a kiss. His free hand grips your side, keeping your squirming body still.

You open your legs, and his throbbing erection flush with the heat of your core as your slide your legs up and around his hips. He sighs into the kiss, grinding down and enjoying the way your legs squeeze around him. You have been so kind, so understanding with him, and Inumaki loves you for it.

Toge breaks the kiss, smoothing down to nip at your jaw, and admiring the soft sounds that you make in response to his touch. Down he goes, taking your bra off and wrapping his lips around a peaked nipple. He leaves it swollen and red before he moves to the other one, giving it the same soft attention.

You whine and huff under him, dropping your legs when he scoots down to press loving kisses to your stomach and hip bones. He peeks up at you, purple eyes dark with arousal and want.

"You're so pretty," He murmurs and licks his lips, dipping his head to press a kiss to your covered mound. You shiver, eyes half-lidded as you thread your fingers through his hair.

His hands grasp your panties, sliding them down and past your legs to toss behind him. Inumaki strokes the sensitive skin of your hip bones, trailing them down to gently slide his middle finger through your sticky folds. He hums at how wet you are and explores further, slicking his fingers with your juices and basking in the noises you make for him.

"Toge, please."

Inumaki shifts back down at your quiet pleading, kissing your inner thighs and then up to your quivering lips. You whine at the heat of his tongue against your pussy, legs shifts open to accommodate his shoulders. He lulls his tongue out and groans when when he slides the muscle through your folds, finally tasting you. His mouth is devilish, tongue swirling against your clit and then pressing down with the perfect amount of pressure that it makes you see stars.

Toge slides a hand forward, fingers finding your dripping hole and circling it. Your hips buck, and he can't help the huff of amusement that escapes him at your Impatientness. The sorcerer nudges forward, and you sigh in relief at the feeling of being filled, even if it's only his fingers.

Your slick coats his hand, and Toge pulls all sorta of delicious sounds from you as he laps at your cunt like a man lost in the desert. Your stomach tenses, and you can feel that familiar tug deep in your belly as you get closer and closer. Inumaki grunts when you pull his hair, and he rises from your dripping cunt to stare at you, face covered in your juices.

"Is everything okay?"

When you nod, he drops back between your legs, tongue curling around your clit and sucking the throbbing bud into his mouth. You keen and arch off the bed, forcing Toge to push you back down even as he adds another finger. Electric shocks jump up and down your spine as you come with a cry of his name, muscles clenching down around his fingers and slick gushing from your cunt.

Inumaki slows to a stop when you pat the top of his head, feeling smug when he pulls away to smile down at your flushed body. He massages your hips and whispers sweet nothings as you come back to yourself before he leans down and kisses you. He wasn't done just yet.

[luveline]

Could I request something from the kisses before dinner universe (if you’re taking requests that is!) just es to see the girls trying to do something nice for their parents. Or reader has the girls help her do something nice for Steve since he does so much for them (or vice versa bc mom does so much for them too)

thank you for your request! hope this is okay!! dad!steve x mom!reader, 4.5k

Avery pulls her hat over her ears and grits her teeth, eyes scrunching closed. All the new baby does is cry, cry, and cry. 

"She's loud," Bethie says.

"So loud," Avery say. 

Seconds after, Dove starts to cry, like a bomb being dropped, or a siren call. She wails and wails. The sounds are endless. Avery's hat won't block them out. She throws it across the room, agitated. 

"Stevie," Avery hears you say softly, super tired, "sorry, honey, you don't know where Dove's buppy is?" 

"No idea." 

Avery looks toward her socked feet at the end of the bed, where Dove's baby bottle lays dirty against the rumpled blankets. She grabs it quickly and slides out of bed, careful not to bash into Bethie where they'd been lying down together. Avery just got a brand new TV in her bedroom for her birthday, which means they can be 'lazy excuses for girls' if her dad is to be believed. Avery knows lazy is a bad word, but Steve says it like it's funny. She always laughs. 

"Mom," Avery says, running into Dove's room. 

"What, baby?" you ask absentmindedly, a crying Dove on your hip, hands yanking aside her blankets in search.

"I have her buppy." 

You turn, smiling, grateful and bubbly as you accept the bottle and ruffle her hair. "My life saver! Thank you. Did your movie finish? I'll come and change the tape."

"Not yet." 

"Okay. Tell me when it does, angel, I’ll come and do it straight away." You lean down. "Don't bother daddy, okay? Just come and ask me if you need something." 

"Can I have some juice?" she asks. 

"Yes, you can have some juice. Can you be patient? I have to make Dove a bottle. Five minutes?" you ask. 

Avery nods without a frown. She really wants juice, but she wants Dove to stop crying more. You give Avery's cheek a little squeeze and leave for downstairs, taking the steps very, very slowly. "It's okay, Dovey," you mumble. "It's okay. I know, you're tired, I'm tired too." 

Avery doesn't want to see the baby —she loves the baby, you and Steve love the baby, everyone loves the baby— 'cos she's ridiculously loud, and Avery needs her ears to work or she'll never be a famous violinist, and then what will she do with her life? She only just started music classes. But Avery misses her dad desperately, having seen him for a ten minute period when he picked her up from school and not a second longer. 

She creeps into the big bedroom. It's a disaster. Steve is sitting in bed with the baby in his arms, rocking her back and forth, hand patting her butt and lower spine steadily. He's shushing with every pat, eyes closed. He looks like he has an unhappy tummy. 

"Daddy?" she whispers. 

His hand flies to his mouth, finger over his lips in the universal sign for Please, be quiet. 

"Are you okay?" she whispers. 

He nods vehemently, finger still over his lip. Avery remembers your recent ask too late —Don't bother daddy. Her eyes flare wide and she tiptoes back to her room, flopping onto the sheets next to Bethie with a defeated sigh. 

"It's hopeless," she dramatises. 

"It's not hopeless, it's just bedtime," Bethie says, much more talkative when it's her and Avery alone. Her pronunciation isn't the best, she's nearly two years younger than Avery, but it's more than passable. "Don't worry, Ave." 

Avery drags her face up from the sheets and pouts at her younger sister. "Mom and dad are both busy and we'll never get ants on a log." 

Bethie tips her head to one side. "Baby's sleeping now." 

"But dad wouldn't speak to me!" 

"Heather's sensi‐stive." 

Heather isn't the baby's name, officially, but it's the one Bethie likes most. Avery liked Tiffany, but no one else liked Tiffany, which was dumb. Tiffany is the best name ever. Way better than Heather.

"Tiffany," she says pointedly, "isn't sensitive, she's just new." Or, that's what Steve says. "We didn't vacuum enough when she came home so now she's not used to big sounds." 

"I'm not used to big sounds," Bethie sighs, curling in on herself. Avery does as she's seen Steve do when Bethie sulks, draping herself over Bethie and hugging her gently. She kisses Bethie's hair. Bethie grumbles, "Avery." 

"What?" Avery asks, rolling off of her. 

Bethie doesn't answer. Avery sits there thinking, and after a while it's clear you're too busy to bring the juice upstairs. 

"Maybe we should try helping." 

Bethie lifts her head off of the pillow. She looks much more like you than the rest of her sisters, same hair, same eyes, same pretty smile. Avery looks the spitting image of her dad in comparison, pretty and in a different way. "What can we do?" Bethie asks. "We're only little." 

"No, dad says we're only little, but mommy says I'm a big girl, like, all of the time. And so does Grandpa." 

"Grandpa says we're too loud." 

"Dad says grandpa's… uhm, senior. It means crazy," Avery says. 

"So we should be little?" Bethie asks. 

"No!" Avery says, annoyed. 

She jumps off of the bed and grabs Bethie's hands, encouraging her sister onto her feet. Together, they cross the landing to peer into the master bedroom, where Steve is still swaying the baby in his arms, his rumpled t-shirt stained with spit up and milk. They're practised at sneaking and Steve is too distracted to see them, whispering soft things into the top of the baby's head. 

Avery is a bit jealous, but she has a plan.

"I don't think we should do that," Bethie says.

Avery's dragged her into the bathroom. It's hard to get inside because of the child lock, but luckily Avery is more than adept. Her dad says she can't ever, never show Bethie or Dove how to do them, the same way she can't show Dove how to unlock the gates at the top and bottom of the stairs yet. She made Bethie close her eyes on the way in. 

"Don't worry, Beth, I've seen daddy do it millions of times already," Avery says confidently. 

They've opened the washing machine and shoved all of Steve's dirty clothes inside. He won't have to do them before bed tonight, and that means more time for snuggles. Avery climbed up onto the side of the machine using a precariously stacked contraption of potties and an upside down laundry basket, and now she's eyeballing how much detergent needs to go in. 

"This is heavy," Bethie complains, her arms shaking from the weight of the Tide liquid. 

Avery really wasn't supposed to show her how to open that cabinet, but she felt it necessary. Bethie won't eat the detergent, anyways, Bethie barely likes eating normal food. Avery pulls the detergent up, having finally decided that they need more. She lets a thick splash of green drizzle down onto the clothes, nodding approvingly, and screws the lid back on. 

She drops the detergent down and a rogue towel muffles the thump, sliding off of the machine and closing the lid. 

You appear looking urgent in the doorway.

"Hey, what have I said about the bathroom? You can't use this one when no one is with you, okay? Do you know what I'm saying?" 

"Sorry, mommy," Bethie says tearfully. 

You soften. "It's for you to be safe, baby." Your softness doesn't quite extend to Avery, though it doesn't fully disappear either. She's most in trouble. "Ave, you know the rules. You can come in here, but you're not supposed to bring the girls with you. I'm not happy with you." 

"Mom, I'm sorry," Avery says, not taking it quite as hard as Beth, "but Bethie needed to pee super badly, we couldn't make it downstairs." 

You buy her lie. "Okay. Okay, but not again. Promise? I just don't want you girls getting into something you shouldn't." 

"Promise," Avery says.

You smile down at them both before looking over their heads. "Daddy must've forgot to turn on the machine. Press start for me, Ave. Big green button." 

Avery clicks the big green button on the washing machine smugly. They already helped. 

You lead them out of the bathroom and back into Avery's room, where cups of juice and an exorbitant amount of snacks wait on the nightstand. They sit on the floor while you make Avery's bed, a plate of ants on logs between their knees. 

"Dove's sleeping downstairs on the beanbag," you say. The baby monitor in your pyjama pocket doesn't make a peep. "So if you do need to pee, please be quiet. And up here, too, I think daddy finally got the baby to sleep as well." 

"Is it bedtime?" Bethie asks. 

You fold back the corner of Avery's comforter. With a sigh, you sit at the top of her freshly made bed and hold out your arms. "No, it's snuggle time. Come and keep me company." 

Bethie rockets into your arms. Avery doesn't rush, focused on eating as many logs as she can, washing it down with a huge swig of strawberry and raspberry juice. You hoist Bethie over one thigh and hold her to your stomach, groaning, "Oh, there she is, there's my girl. Daddy said you didn't eat any of your dinner when you got home, do you wanna tell me why? I won't tell anyone else." 

"I just wasn't hungry." 

"Really? Did you have a big lunch?" 

"No…" Bethie rubs her face against your neck. "Daddy wasn't happy because I didn't eat any lunch." 

"Oh, sweetheart," you say, "daddy worries about you. You don't have an appetite." 

"A what?"

"You don't get hungry enough," you explain.

"That's not like me, I eat lots and lots," Avery says proudly, smiling at you through Bethie's hair in your face. 

"You do! You eat lots and it makes you smart and strong. That's why I want you to eat lots, too," you say, moving your focus to Bethie again, finger poking her chest gently, "You're just as strong and smart as your sister, but you need to keep eating. Maybe I can make you something else, if you don't want the ants on logs, how does that sound? I can make you anything you want, Beth." 

"Can I have something too?" Avery asks, licking peanut butter off of her finger. 

"Of course you can. Maybe something not too big for you, though. I don't want you to feel sick." 

Avery considers that a win. You keep prodding at Bethie, wondering why she isn't hungry. You offer her soups and sandwiches and when that doesn't work you suggest ice cream and candied orange slices. Avery can't understand why her sister would say no to all of these things, but she doesn't have time to ask. Steve wanders into the room looking like he's been trampled by an elephant, hair sticking up and eyes sallow. There's a new baby monitor in his hand. 

"Hey," he says, yawning wide. His teeth snap together and he smacks his lips. "Holy macaroni, she's a toughie. Every time I tried to put her down she'd wake up again." 

Avery has been waiting for this moment all day. She abandons her ants, wiping sticky fingers in her nightie as she crowds Steve's legs. She wants to be picked up, but she's a little too long and Steve's too tired. He bends down to put his arms under her armpits and hug her to his chest, grabbing her up half-hearted and depositing her on the end of her bed. He sits down next to her, and he pats his lap. 

She squeals happily and complies. 

"Hello," he says fondly. 

"What have you even been doing all day?" she asks him. 

He sighs. "I really don't know, Ave. I don't. What have you been doing? Besides half a jar of peanut butter." 

She giggles as he wipes the peanut butter off of her cheeks and the corners of her mouth with the bottom of his t-shirt. "I've been with Beth." 

"We watched FernGully," Bethie supplies helpfully. 

Steve melts as you have, the two of you slouched against the walls bordering Avery's bed. You have matching dark circles. Avery thumbs at Steve's uselessly, wondering if he needs a good wash or a good sleep. He smells nice, she decides, if a bit milky, pressing her face into his neck as her arms lie flat to his shoulders. 

"Is your monitor working now?" you ask him. 

"It's really loud," he assures you. 

"Okay. I'm worried I'm gonna fall asleep while Dove's downstairs on the beanbag." 

"Did you lock the baby gate?" 

"Yeah." 

"Then don't worry. All our furniture is anchored properly. The worst she can do is murder the pot pourri again." 

"I don't want to fall asleep yet, I missed my girls so much," you say, kissing Bethie's cheek. "So, so much. Maybe I can call in sick tomorrow." 

"Honey." 

"It won't hurt anyone," you say. 

"Later," Steve says, talking to you but smiling at Avery, chasing her gaze with his. "We'll talk about it later." 

"So mean to me," you joke in a murmur, sliding flat onto your back, Bethie against your chest. 

Avery can hear you whispering to Bethie, tiny snapshots of a conversation. Are you sure there's nothing wrong, bubby? and If dinner was yucky, it doesn't matter, you can tell me. 

Steve starts to brush Avery's hair out of her face, big fingers exceedingly gentle as he tucks silken strands behind her ears. She had it cut to her chin like Aunt Robin a few weeks ago, and the shorn locks fall to her shoulders now. Steve brushes through them slowly, methodically, tucking it all back with a familiar calmness in his warm brown eyes. 

Avery turns enough to watch TV, content to be held by the very best dad in the world, her hand screwed in the neckline of his shirt so he can't run away.

Having finished her hair, Steve moves on to Avery's face. He draws lines against her small eyebrows, flattening sticky up hair with care. He frets at the tiny mole taking form on her ear, the one he made her go see the doctor for. Just a beauty mark, the doctor said. 

"Well, she's beautiful everywhere," Steve had said. "How was I supposed to know the difference?" 

"Dad," she whispers. 

"What?" Steve whisper back. 

"Am I pretty?" 

Steve pushes her hair out of her face and frames it in two hands. "You're the prettiest girl in the world, Ave." 

She blushes and his face does this thing where he looks like he's going to cry, but Steve doesn't cry around them much. He cried when the baby came home, and again the next day with the baby in his arms. Avery was freaked out the first time, but Aunt Robin said he always does it. He cried way worse than that when you came home, Avey girl. He was like a waterfall, they had to put you in a new babygrow. Avery tried to picture it, her dad crying with a tiny baby Avery in his arms, there are enough pictures of them together, but Steve always looks happy. 

"You think that?" she asks. 

"I more than think it," he says. "Isn't my girl pretty?" 

You and Bethie crane your heads. "She's gorgeous," you say with a smile. Bethie nods her agreement. 

"Oh," Avery says. She'd wanted them to say that, it was why she asked, but now all the attention is on her she's not sure how to handle it.

Steve chuckles and drags her forward. "You're soooo pretty," he says into her hair, sandwiching her in the tightest hug ever. "You're beautiful. B-E-A-U-tiful." 

His niceness makes her really happy to have been nice back; he's being so gentle that Avery decides she's going to tell him about the laundry they put on for him, but he rubs her back some more and she starts to forget. It's not so far from bedtime… 

She falls asleep against his chest. 

"Can you hear that?" you ask.

Steve looks up from Avery's dozing face to you. "What?" 

You pull the baby monitor from your pocket and hold it to your ear. "I thought it was making a weird noise." 

Steve listens intently. Now that you mention it, he can hear something. "D'you put the laundry in?" 

"You forgot to put it on," you say.

"I was getting around to it. You wanted whites, right, for work?" 

"You didn't turn it on." 

"Honey, I haven't touched the machine today, not even to fill the drum. What is that noise?" he asks. 

You ease Bethie off of your lap and stand with a groan. "It's gonna break," you say decisively, "that sounds like a death rattle. Which is exactly what we need right now, more bills."

Steve lays Avery down. She can't have been sleeping for ten minutes but she's a heavy sleeper and doesn't rouse, only curls inward with her hand on her chin. Bethie holds out her hand and Steve takes it, the two of them joining you in the doorway of Avery's bedroom. 

"It won't break, don't worry," Steve placates. 

"What are we gonna do if it breaks?" you mumble, rubbing your tired face.

"We'll have to wear dirty clothes," Steve says. 

"That's not funny." 

Steve frowns. "It so is, you're just tired. And anyway, the washing machine isn't gonna break–" His eyebrows rise. 

"Steve–" 

"Holy fuck," Steve says, squeezing Bethie's hand. "Well, that's bad." 

A line of foamy bubbles are pushing out from under the bathroom door and darkening the carpeting. You rush to open the bathroom door, unleashing a wave of suds that cover your toes. "What the fuck," you say, "what the fuck? Steve, what the fuck." 

Bethie puts her hands over her ears before Steve can do it for her. 

He joins you in the bubbly bathroom, the two of you horrified and baffled at once. "What the fuck," you say again, this time sounding tearful. You click the off button on the washing machine, and while the sloshing, thick sound it was making ceases, bubbles continue to flood out. Together, you and Steve flattens your towels on top of the floor to smother the soap. You're most panicked about the carpet because it'll get damp and the wood underneath it might rot, and Steve's most concerned about the washing machine, because despite his reassurances, he's worried it really might be broken. 

Bethie, quiet, sweet Bethie, stands on a wet towel, her socks soaked, and bursts into guilty tears. "I'm sorry," she cries.

"Why are you sorry?" Steve asks.

You may be confused and irritated, but nothing ever stops you from scooping up your baby and comforting her within and inch of her life. "Beth," you say softly, "don't panic." 

She's crying pretty hard compared to her usual tears. Steve hasn't seen her this wound up since that washable pen burst in her mouth over a year ago, maybe even two. 

"Me and Ave tried to do the laundry," she admits, shaking, each word said through a staggering sob. "We wanted daddy to have less to do so we could have bedtime cu-cu-cuddles." 

"Oh, no," you say gently. 

Bethie sobs. You rub her little back. Steve doesn't like seeing Bethie cry, but he can't help smiling in the moment. It's sweet, and it's a tad silly, but the damage done wasn't nearly as bad as Bethie seems to think it is. You and Steve are worriers, is all. 

"It's okay," you say, laughing yourself as Bethie wraps her arms around your neck and nearly strangles you in an attempt to soak in your love. "Beth, nobody's mad at you, okay? It was just an accident, it didn't hurt anyone. That's really nice, trying to do things for daddy, but the washing machine is for grown ups, baby. It's hard." 

"Mommy?" Dove calls from the baby monitor.

You let out a tired groan. "No," you whine. 

"Want me to get her?" Steve asks. 

You look like you really want to say yes. "No, that's okay. It's fine." You kiss Bethie's cheek. "Daddy has to take over, my love. I'm not mad, okay? Don't feel sad." 

Bethie nods sadly. You hand her over, hovering, and press a loving kiss to her cheek as Dove begins to cry. 

Steve watches you take your socks off as you leave, throwing the wet bundle of them back haphazardly into the bathroom. Bethie smushes her face to Steve's chest and cries. He shifts her weight in his arms. They're burning from exertion, but he doesn't complain. 

"What did you and Avery do?" he asks. "You're not supposed to come in here without me or mom, you know that." 

"We just put the laundry in the washing machine," she says. 

"How did you even lift the lid?" Steve asks. 

"Avery climbed up," she says, words stringing together into one amorphous blob of sound. 

"Beth, why are you crying?" he asks, giving her back a quick pat. 

"I didn't mean to make the bathroom explode," she says tearily. 

"Ugh," Steve says. He puts the toilet seat down and sits, Bethie in his lap, his chin propped on her forehead. "Who cares? I don't even like this bathroom." 

"You're not mad?" she whispers. 

"Do I look mad?" 

Bethie leans backward to take in Steve's face. He smiles at her, brown eyes light in the glaring bathroom fluorescent, his usually even complexion pale. Bethie raises a hand to feel his dark shadow, cringing at the scratch of stubble against her fingers. 

"You don't like my beard, do you?" he asks. 

"What beard?" 

"Oh, ouch. I'll shave tonight, bub, don't worry. I know you don't like it. Mommy doesn't like it either, she says it makes kisses too annoying." 

Bethie giggles quietly. "Not too annoying," she says. 

"No?" Steve asks. He leans down to kiss her cheek and her nose and her eyebrows. "How were they? Scratchy?" 

"Really scratchy." 

"Annoying?" 

"No," she says happily. Steve preens. 

Bethie actually helps him tidy up the huge mess of the bathroom. Steve opens the washing machine and grabs all the soapy clothes from the drum, dumping them among the sodden towels in the bath tub. He and Beth wash as much soap out of them as they can, until she's practically falling asleep standing up in soaked pyjamas. 

He gets her some new ones, helps her change, and tucks her into bed. She's asleep before he's said goodnight. 

Exhausted, Steve has no choice but to persevere. He squeezes the excess water out of the newly unsoaped clothes and puts them and the towels in the washing machine, too tired to bother with separating anything properly. He doesn't add detergent. 

When that's going, he mops and dries the bathroom floor so everyone's feet can stop making sticky sounds when they walk. He puts the last dry towel on the wet patch of carpet and steps on it. He should rub it, soak up all the excess moisture, but he does not have enough energy. 

You ascend the stairs with Dove, your arms shaking from the strain. She's sleeping, so at least there's that. You take her into her room and leave her baby monitor on the side. Dove definitely doesn't need a monitor anymore, it's only for when she's napping downstairs and everyone else is upstairs. Blanket over her legs, you tuck her in and kiss her smooth forehead. 

"You need to shower," you say to Steve as you close Dove's door. 

"All the towels are wet." 

You frown as you pass him by, rubbing his forearm with your finger briefly. "What about a robe? I know it's not ideal, but you're gonna catch a cold, your clothes are wet." 

"I'll get changed." 

"You deserve a warm shower," you insist. 

"Honey," Steve says softly. Your shoulders relax at that one simple word. "I'm fine. We both need to change, and then we need to sleep." If he showered now he'd pass out against the glass like a saran wrapped turkey. 

You and Steve change into fresh pyjamas in silence, worried about waking the baby who sleeps in her cot in the corner of the room.

"I'm gonna go get Avery," Steve says. 

You're not surprised. "Softie." 

"You're a softie," he says, pinching your hip. 

Avery's where Steve left her, sideways across her sheets. He knows Bethie wouldn't have masterminded the laundry plan by herself. He frowns at the thought that Avery might be missing him so much that before bedtime cuddles were on her mind. 

"Avery, honey," he says, stroking her cheek and her shoulder with either hand. 

She murmurs and wiggles away from his touch.

"Ave, come and get in with me and mom. Does that sound okay?" He really doesn't like the idea of his oldest feeling lonely. Sleeping with kids in the bed sucks most of the time due to their flailing and lack of blanket related etiquette, but Steve can deal with it tonight. Just like Bethie, he has a guilty conscious. "Ave?" 

Avery blinks sluggishly. "I can sleep in your bed?" she asks. 

"Please, would you? I want a cuddle. Does that sound cool?" 

Avery finally opens her eyes, her long lashes riddled with sleepies. "That sounds so cool," she says croakily. 

He can't carry her, he'd drop her at this point. They hold hands on the way to your room, finding you an inch from sleep on top of the blankets. He and Avery laugh as quietly as they can as they pull them from under you, and when they climb in together, you steal Avery from his side, awake enough to know one of your girls is close by. 

"Dad," Avery whines, reaching out her arms until he does what she wants. 

Steve throws his arms over you and Avery, snuggling in closely. She relaxes into your chest, her hand clinging to the front of Steve's shirt. 

Steve closes his eyes. 

"We didn't brush our teeth," Avery whispers.

"Go to sleep, sweetheart," you plead, also whispering. 

"We'll get cavities." 

"We'll brush double in the morning," Steve promises. "Please, Ave. Sleep now." 

Averys easily convinced by Steve's hand in her hair. "Okay," she says through a yawn. "Love you love you." 

"Love you, honey." 

"...Dad?" 

Steve sighs. "What?" 

"Did you see? Me and Bethie did laundry." 

"I saw. Thanks, babe." 

"We–" 

"Sleep, Ave. Please go to sleep." 

[simpingland]

Nightmare // Jacaerys Velaryon x Oc!Fem.

Part 3: the tour in search of allies start, and the tension between Gaella and Jace must stop for the same cause. But the first stop is avit more difficult for reasons they never imagined. Part 1, Part 2. Part 4.

Riding Vermithor was madness for Gaella. She could have bonded with a dragon if it had hatched from her crypt, but as with Aemond, nothing hatched from her egg. But Gaella regretted her cowardice as she joined the Velaryons in bidding farewell to the Queen. Luke gave her an odd smile, trying to reconcile himself to the idea of having her as an ally, but Jace let out a sigh that made Gaella duck her head. She might have thrown herself from the top of the dragon so as not to spend another second of embarrassment. With her flying clothes on, and a braid pulling her hair away from her face, Gaella tried to listen carefully to Rhaenyra's words. They promised to go as messengers, not warriors. And though Jace had a dignified face as he swore, Gaella suspected he was easily irritated the moment someone crossed a boundary. And they all knew it would come to that, this was a war. Rhaenyra gave her a comforting caress on the hand before letting them leave for the beach.

"You still have time to tame Vermithor," Luke reminded Gaella.

"Tell me one more time and I'm going back to the cave, Lucerys," she replied, half-smiling.

"No, cut the crap, both of you," Jace interrupted, his serious tone odd to both of them.

"If I go with Vermithor I wouldn't bother you," Gaella reminded him.

Jace looked at her quietly, and seemed to want to say something, but he held his tongue and no one else wanted to speak again.Luke gave Gaella a hug and then let himself be squeezed by his older brother.

"Whatever happens, don't be afraid, you will never let mother down, and you will never let me down, Luke. But I trust you'll do well." Jace forced him to look him in the eye, Luke nodded.

"I promise I'll do well. Good luck at Winterfell."

"Good luck to you, too."

"Goodbye, Gaella. I'm glad you're back."

"Thank you, Luke...I hope to see you again soon."

And so the three of them parted. Luke walked to the other side of the beach, where his beloved Arrax was waiting for him. Jace walked ahead, expecting Gaella to follow. But the girl's feet were heavy at the thought of climbing onto the dragon. When they arrived, Vermax looked uneasy, but Jace's words relaxed him.

"He can tell you're terrified," he said.

"Don't exaggerate, I'm not terrified...just nervous."

"Sure..."

Jace offered his hand to Gaella, who stood watching. She guessed that was what he wanted, and Gaella placed her gloved hand on top of Jace's. With a look of permission, Jace's dryness was gone for a moment as the girl nodded uncertainly. Gently, Jace pulled the glove from her hand, and Gaella felt the chill of the wind.

"Trust me... nothing will happen to you." The Prince's voice sounded like a caress so close to her, and the girl nodded, gathering in her all that courage she felt she didn't have. He drew her closer to the greenish creature, which was making strange sounds, but which, like Gaella, was blindly trusting in Jace. The warm, scaly touch was strange, but Gaella felt connected to her ancestors and felt some regret that she didn't have a dragon of her own.

"He must like you..." interrupted Jace.

"How do you know?" The girl pulled her hand away, preparing to mount.

"He would have eaten you if he didn't." Jace tugged at her waist to hoist her up and onto Vermax.

"Like you've ever seen a dragon eat someone..."

"How do you know I haven't?" He sat down in front of Gaella, taking the reins.

"You'd be completely traumatized if it had happened... you're too sensi--"

Jace took flight abruptly, leaving Gaella mid-sentence and eliciting a cry of fear at the rapid height they caught. The prince regretted it the instant the girl squeezed his ribs exaggeratedly hard.

Only when Vermax's flight stabilised could Gaella rest her voice, though she still clung tightly to the prince.

"I need to breathe so I can lead us to our destination, Gaella," Jace urged her. The girl let go, blushing slightly.

"Forgive me," she whispered, and Jace pretended not to hear her, though she was more than forgiven.

Their arrival in the Arryn Valley was early. It was late afternoon when they were ushered through. Gaella had to hold on tight again when Vermax landed on one of the stony mountains. The air was beginning to move considerably compared to Dragonstone or King's Landing, but the Princess clung to her cloak as she tried to climb down from the dragon with dignity. Jacaerys helped her as much as she would let him and had to hold on behind her once they were on solid ground.

Lady Arryn sat tall on her throne, jaw set and sharp-eyed, truly Jacaerys' aunt.

"Lady Arryn..." the prince greeted her.

"Prince Jacaerys... it is a pleasure to finally meet my own blood." She smiled at the boy and then fixed his gaze on Gaella, who kept her eyes downcast. "Who is with you?"

Jace waited for Gaella to speak, but she looked cowering before such a large court, so loyal to Lady Arryn. Jace only needed to connect his eyes with her to understand what she needed.

"This is Princess Gaella, my lady. And she is here to help me." His voice echoed through the room, confirming what everyone had deduced from the hair so white and creating whispers and gossip.

"Daughter of Alicent Hightower?" Lady Arryn asked.

"And an ally of the Blacks."

The woman was silent, looking the princess up and down. Finally, she spoke.

"I suppose it is never pleasant to travel alone. Escort me to my chamber, my dear. I prefer some privacy."

That sounded like a rebuke to the court, which quickly ceased the chatter. Jace glanced at Gaella to make sure she was with him, but she didn't move a foot.

"Come on, come with me," he urged.

"I'd better not, Jace." She spoke softly, barely looking at him.

"Is this your big help?" He asked, furrowing his brows and trying to be patient.

"You're going to convince her on your own, I'd just confuse her, save us the moment."

"You must come and join me, Gaella. That was the deal."

"I will help you when necessary, Jacaerys...and now is not the time. Please," she looked up, dead ashamed, "let me retire and wait for you."

The prince nodded and looked around the room for a face to trust before turning away from her. He saw none.

"At least escort me to the hall. Stay close to me."

Gaella nodded and now walked humbly behind him. In the hallway, she remained throughout the talk between the Prince and Lady Arryn. The girl could hear only echoes of the conversation, and, as she had imagined, all was well. Opening the door again, Lady Jane gave her grandnephew a final embrace before retiring to rest before supper.

"You are more than welcome to feed and rest here, my dear. Princess Gaella as well." She smiled so confidently that the thought of making her uncomfortable gave some dread. She closed the door, leaving the two of them alone in the hallway.

"We should leave before nightfall, Jacaerys..." Gaella's suggestion hung in the air as her stomach growled.

"Let me tell you all about it over dinner. We'll get up early, I promise." Jace set off on his way with confidence.

"Why are you so insistent that I come with you if you never listen to me?" Gaella followed him angrily.

"Stop being contrary. You're just as hungry as I am."

Gaella decided to say no more, knowing that nothing coherent or useful would come of that moment. A large room was laid out for them, the food was already served, and the fire in the fireplace prepared. The room was so large that there were two beds, and Gaella was glad to see them.

"I sure smell terrible..." she said to the air, taking off her cloak as she sat in front of the fire with bread, cheeses and wine. "I'd ask for soap and water, but it's useless if we're going to be riding Vermax again soon, how am I going to stand so...disgusting?"

"What happened to you in the room, Gaella?" interrupted Jace, still standing, slowly removing his things, and when the Princess turned to look at him, his eyes were already locked on hers. There was a moment's silence.

"What you already know has happened to me," she replied.

"I don't know, not really."

Finally, Jace sat down beside her, staring into the fire and leaving his profile to her. Gaella looked down at her hands and gave a sigh.

"Lady Arryn is your mother's aunt..." she began.

"But if you come with me everyone knows you are one of us, you need not fear being doubted as long as I am around."

"It is not that, Jacaerys.... Lady Jane had a sister whom she surely adored as much as you may adore Lucerys. And when she died, it didn't take a winter for her to be replaced by another queen who could bear children. And that queen was my mother. Can you imagine the feeling that woman might have for me?" She waited for Jace's answer, but he only gave her a sidelong, serious look. "I know what that feeling is. And it's hate."

They were silent for a few moments, Jace let those words make sense in his head, but the truth was that he couldn't. He didn't know what to say to Gaella to help her, because he didn't understand it himself. She barely knew her, how could he hold such a grudge? He was angry with her for very different reasons, but now was not the time to hold it against her.

"We should concentrate on our next point. And rest." He shoveled food into his mouth, as if justifying that he had nothing to bring her. He couldn't avoid Gaella's look of disappointment. He explained all his talk with lady Arryn and didn't go to bed until he saw the princess finish her dinner.

The beds were set far apart, and the curtains left plenty of privacy. Gaella could not remember the last time she had been so tucked between her sheets. She worried about the winter chill and wondered if Jace was as cold as she was and wanted to look tough, and when she peeked out to look at him in the distance she could see him sound asleep.

She had barely finished falling into a deep sleep when Gaella was startled by noises coming from the room. It was not the sound of a door slamming or a scream. They were murmurs that rose and grew, like a strange cry. When she opened her eyes and saw that it was not a dream, she knew that the cries were Jacaerys'. It took her a while to peek out, fearing the worst.

"No..." he said, "Mother, do something! He's going to fall!"

Gaella peeked out, sure they were alone. "Luke! Luke!"

That last thing he shouted and Gaella panicked, rushing to his bed to pull him out of that terrible place. Tears were streaming from his tightly closed eyes, and he shifted roughly on his mattress. When Gaella's hands came to rest on his face, he seemed to calm instantly.

"Jace! Jace!" she tried not to speak too loudly. "Wake up, it's a dream! Wake up, you're here!"

"Luke..." he whispered, and finally opened his eyes. He came back from that nightmare to find Gaella and her sweet hands and sweet smell. She looked at him with fear, not of him, but for him. When she met his eyes, the girl smiled sweetly and Jace could feel her wiping away his tears.

"It was just a bad dream..." she whispered to him. Her body was almost entirely on top of Jace's, her loose hair flowed over her shoulder and Jace needed to touch her wrist to feel it was real. Gaella matched her breath to Jace's in silence.

"I saw Luke...I saw him drown in the sea." His confession broke Gaella's heart. "I was in the middle of a storm, and I was so scared."

"It was just a bad dream, Jace...he'll be home again. Arrax is a swift dragon, and he and Rhaenyra will be sleeping soundly by now. As will the rest of your siblings, and as should you."

"Lucerys is too young...I'm sure I've been too demanding of him, I always have been."

"Lucerys is a clever boy, don't be afraid for him. He'll be able to do the right thing. You've always been a good brother, loving and patient with him."

"I'm not so patient..."

"But you are quite loving. And Luke knows that it doesn't matter if he fails in his mission, he'll only care about getting back to your side. I'm envious of how much you take care of each other...I'm sure for every bad thing you might have done to him there'll be dozens of good things you've done for him as well."

Jace nodded, trying to forget everything he'd seen in his nightmare. He dreaded going back to that horrible place in his sleep. Gaella stood up, ready to go back to bed, but Jace didn't let go of her wrist and grabbed her hand to turn her around.

"Gaella...remember when you made an exaggeratedly long scarf for your porcelain doll in your netting lessons?"

The question made Gaella smile, immediately remembering what followed that terrible lesson.

"My favourite part of that story is when you put it through my door and Aegon fell trying to cross it."

They laughed as they recalled it, just as they had done as children. It had been one of the thousand times they had seen Aegon become humble.

"Even your Grandsire couldn't scold us, he found it funny too," Jace added.

"Of course it's a great war strategy, dear Gaella, you'd make a great soldier," the princess mimicked her grandfather Otto.

When the laughter died down, Jace's hand was still clasped in Gaella's. Neither let go, and Jace watched Gaella as Gaella watched the hands.

"I'm sorry I woke you," he said.

"Don't worry about it, with the cold it's always hard for me to fall asleep."

"Are you cold?"

"...A little, yeah."

Without thinking too much, Jace used his free hand to lift his quilt, and pulled Gaella to lie down beside him.

"It's not appropriate," the girl reminded him, lowering her voice a lot.

He glanced at her for a moment before turning and turning his back to her, leaving her a considerable space and blocking his hands. She thought for a moment before lying down, but when she got into bed she immediately felt a warmth that was impossible to feel in her bed alone. She sank into the hollow between her and Jace's back and had to suppress her urge to wrap her arms around him and hug him, a little more carefully than she had while they were flying. She still smelled like a dragon, but it was a scent that was growing more and more pleasing to her. Jace felt Gaella's soft breath on the back of his neck, and still facing away from him, he spoke into the air, hoping she would hear his words, even if it was in his dreams.

"If anyone should hate you, Gaella, it is because they have not had the good fortune to know you."

Gaella laid her hand on his arm, drawing a disguised caress and smiled into the darkness, she had heard him.

Taglist: @mariaelizabeth21-blog1 @bellstwd

[prettytranzboy]

You were a prince of a far away land, people worship you and you couldn't help that you loved the attention. Your dark chocolate skin in the sun make you glow.

But you had your eye on someone, Vox Akuma. He was your personal guard and one hell of a demon, he says he 20 but the way he talks about his past its seems like he's been alive for a lot more.

It was no midnight, not a sound can be heard in the castle, not even a mouse could break the silence of the night.

You couldn't sleep that night and just stared at the tall castle ceiling, thoughts feeling your head but soonly stop before deciding to get up to get a drink of water. You slips on your slippers as your night gown falls before his knees. You exit your room, you walked down the long dimly lit hallway to your kitchen. As you enter, you look around to fine Akuma out his armor. He was only wearing boxers, once he made eye contact with you he smirks.

"What are you doing up so late in the night, my prince~"

"I should be asking you that, why aren't you in gear nor right at my door?"

"Can't a demon get something to drink~?"

"Nevermind that, since you can't stand in once place, at least get me a cup of water?"

"Of course my prince~"

As Vox was kindly getting you a cup of water, you came up with an idea but not sure to go through with him- I mean his a demon for fucks sake. After lots of debating himself he decided to go through with it, he just hope it'll work on Vox Akuma himself.

"I need you in my room by 12:30 sharp, no later."

Thats all you said when you took the cup from Vox and head back to your room. What felt like hours as you look around your now dimly lit room as you sat on the edge of the bed. As if on cue, Vox slipped in the room like a shadow in the night.

"What do you need me for, my prince~"

Vox smirk, as if he knows your plans, which he did. At that moment, you couldn't mutter a word. Vox inch closer to you, now his hands were on your thigh, centimeters away from your wet cunt.

"Awa cat got your tongue~?"

"S-shut up..."

"So you don't want me to touch you~?"

"I do you dick head! Just hurry up~"

"Alright boy~"

Vox rips your night gown like a beast, now having a perfect view of your pussy. He didn't waste any time and dived in. You moan like a slut as Vox tongue your cunt before taking his long slender finger and inserting one in. As it enter, you couldn't help but let out a high pitch moan. Then he added other, then other, now having three inside of you. Out of nowhere, Vox piston his fingers in and out, he even curled it a few time which made your mind fuzzy.

You were close to cumming on his fingers but Vox quickly slipped his fingers out and smirked again at you.

"Why the fuck did you stop! Please I need to cum~!"

"You'll only cum on my cock, so if I were you I would behave like a good whore you are~"

You stayed quiet as you bit your lip.

"Good boy, now lay down and beg to be fucked into submission by your lord~"

"Please please please Vox, fuck me! I've been good, I need you, I want you please~!"

You laid down as Vox was on top of you, you didnt even notice that his boxers was off and for a moment you regretted your words once you saw his monster of a cock but there was no backing out now.

"Since you ask so nicely, fine but I can't promise I'll be gentle"

Before you could say anything, he shoved his cock inside of you. Tears were forming in your eyes as you grabbed onto the sheets of the bed. You didn't even notice that his cock was bulging out of your stomach.

Vox held onto your waist and started to thrust slowly before speeding up, both of you didn't notice that the bed was slamming against the wall with each thrust he made.

"Fuuuck~ s-slow down you b-beast~!"

"I can't hear you doll~"

Vox leans down and kisses your neck listening to your moans as he fucked you deeply and roughly before removing himself from your neck. You wrap your legs around the demon as he thrust deep into your wet yet tight. You slowly get addicted to Vox's cock, your cunt was still sensitive after the fingering.

"Shiii- Agh~ S-slo-AH~!"

"Can't even form a sentence, shit are you that cock drunk as well~?"

Vox teased you as he continues at his pace, he watches as your slowly get overwhelmed with pleasure. You know no one can give you pleasure like this.

"Y-your such a good boy, you want me to cum inside~? Risk of y-you getting pregnant with my offsprings~?"

You could barely speak but with your tone you surely want the same thing. You can feel yourself about to cum, yet you didn't wanna anger Vox for not ask first.

"I know you wanna cum, you're getting tighter~ your cunt wants my cum deep inside you, fuck your so hot~!"

As if it was wasn't possible, Vox faster than before making you scream. If your parents didn't hear you before they surely did now. You couldn't hold it in anymore and

"Voox~! Cumming~! Gah~ Fuuck~!"

"Thats right bitch, cum for me~! Cum for you lord~!"

You both cum at the same time, Vox filled you up leaving a small yet noticeable inflation in your stomach as for you, you came all over his dick that did not stop while cumming which overstimulated you.

"W-wait~! Too M-m-mu-AH~!"

"D-don't worry baby~ I-I'll be quick~!"

Vox lifts you up, making sure his cock doesn't slip off, and goes as fast as a demon can. You wrap your arms him using the little strength you have left, which wasn't much.

Let's just say Vox being 'quick' is fucking you until the sunrise, you passing out in the middle and no breaks. The best and only fuck you'll ever have~

[jelloapocalypse]

I really hope you feel better, Jello! I wanted to ask a question in relation to pizza game, especially after the recent fully-voiced streams- with the fact that the characters are based off of real people but are still different from those people, how do you feel about pizza game fanfiction? does that make you uncomfortable as someone a member of the cast was "based" on? (im hesitant to say sensie and you are similar tbh but) anyways I really hope you're able to get some sleep soon and I really love your content, thank you so much for doing all that you do and I hope your move to Toronto goes well!!

I think Pizza Game fanfiction is fine. None of the cast of Pizza Game are remotely like their Pizza counterparts.

[duckymcdoorknob]

𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 11: 𝓑𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼/𝓝𝓲𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼

FIRST ONE PIECE FIC EVER LESGOOOOO

HEHE LUFFY MY GOOBY

I WANTED TO TRY TO KEEP ZORO IN CHARACTER SO SORRY IF ITS INNACURATE

IM GONNA MAKE IT YALL IDC IM GONNA GET THESE WRITTEN

Tags: @chrimsss @switch-writer @giggly-squiggily @trrickytickle

—ngl this do have tickles under the cut—

If there was one thing that bothered Luffy about his vice captain, it was his drowsiness. Zoro was ALWAYS sleeping, especially during the times when Luffy most wanted him awake.

On a slow day, the straw-hatted captain wanted nothing more than to bother Zoro. He jumped up about the ship, trying hard to find the green-haired male.

When he found the swordsman, the latter was snoozing on the deck.

“Zoooorooooo!” The captain whined as he lay down next to the sleeping man. “Wake up!”

No response was given to Luffy, albeit a small snore.

The straw-hatted captain pouted as he sat up. There had to be something he could do…

In one swift movement, the black-haired male prostrated himself on Zoro’s back, hoping the added pressure would wake him.

To his luck, the sleeping vice captain barely even acknowledged it. He simply sighed in a breath and exhaled gently.

Luffy pushed all of his weight onto his torso, deducing that maybe that pressure would wake him.

Again, it did not.

Now, he was stumped.

In a fit of frustration he bit down on Zoro’s shoulder. Not too hard, but (hopefully) enough for there to be an impact.

Zoro’s eyes opened and his brows furrowed angrily. “Can I help you?”

Luffy’s eyes had stars in them as he smiled widely. He threw his arms around the swordsman’s neck. “Zorooooo! Come play a game with me!”

“That’s what you woke me up for? Seriously?”

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Come on! Nami said she was too busy, and Usopp doesn’t like my games… he’s a little scaredy cat.”

A muted “hey!” was heard from the other end of the ship…

“See I would, but I’m just sooooooo tired.” The green-haired male slurred as he started to close his eyes once more, a small smile of mischief making its way to his features.

“Nooooo! I wanna play a game! Wake up, wake up, wake up!”

Zoro fake snored rather loudly, quite literally a “honk shoo.”

Pouting, Luffy bit down on Zoro’s shoulder again, resulting in the fake snores coming to a grinding halt. “Jesus, Luffy. What are you- NGH-“

“I’m gonna bite you until you say you’ll play with me!”

“That’s ridiculous! Ask someone else T- HNG- To p-play with y-you.”

“No! I don’t care that I’m hurting you! You make me mad!”

“You aren’t hurting me, kid. Nothing you do can hurt me, just have sensi-tive… shoulders… is all….”

A light went off in the straw-hatted captain’s head. “Ohhhh sensitive huh?”

“Don’t you dare- L-Luffy! D-Mph! D-Don’t do that.”

The black-haired pirate sank his teeth into the man’s shoulder, adding obnoxious “om nom nom” sounds.

The swordsman’s teeth were gritted as his breaths became uneven. A dopey grin found its way to his features as he squeezed his eyes shut. “L-Lu-Luhuhuffy-“

“Haha! Big bad Zoro’s ticklish!” A voice chimed from outside of the kitchen door.

An attempt to glare at the blonde chef ended in a snort when the captain’s teeth sank into his upper back. “W-Would you q-quihihit that.”

A little gremlin laugh from behind him answered his question.

Maybe he should’ve just played a game with Luffy after all…

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[queerfanfiction]

hi!! could i request a Lucifer fic where the reader repeatedly tries to persuade them into taking her flying? and when they do go flying, it’s really cute and fluffy!!

thank youu, i hope you have a great day <33

Flying

Prompt is shown above. :)

word count: 1.5k includes: fluff; no content warnings i don't think?

“Oh, come onnnnn.” Your singsong voice badgered at Lucifer. “Pleeeeeeease??” They hated when you got stuck on an idea and wouldn’t let go of it. So far, you have bugged them about eating dinner together as a date (even though they don’t technically need to eat), making a music streaming account, and why they don’t have 300+ degrees being immortal and all. Humans were so stubborn—you especially. The past few weeks you were relentless about Lucifer taking you flying.

“I want to feel untethered! From the ground. From everyone. From reality.”

“Being untethered is not what you imagine it to be,” a pensive voice recounts softly, almost as if they were reliving a memory and providing a cautionary tale. At this, you reign in your excitable energy and peer at the once-angel before you. They normally reacted in an annoyed manner when you brought up flying. Now their eyes were distant and unfocused, giving you a rare chance to examine them without their awareness. You knew they often masked their interior thoughts and feelings, probably as a deflection or defense. You didn’t know why they did it, since no one dares to mess with one of the most powerful beings in the universe.

An overwhelming need to wrap Lucifer into your arms arises within your chest, aching to be fulfilled. You’re not sure how that would be received, though… Lucifer usually initiated contact between you two, and being new to a relationship together, you were unsure about the unspoken boundaries between you.

You settle for slowly approaching. Your steady hand extends to graze the pale, fixed jaw of the god before you. In a whisper, you plead, “Come back to me.”

Another moment passes. The change in them is almost imperceptible—a hardening or tucking away of memories and emotions occurs. Their eyes focus and lose the glossy, distant shine to them. With a mischievous smirk extending over their features, Lucifer retorts, “You’re sure you don’t want to be untethered?”

“Tether yourself to me.”

With that, you shift onto your tiptoes to press a kiss to Lucifer comfortingly. You knew the time for playful nudging was over. After a few moments of gentle and precise kisses, a hunger replaces the careful, sweet energy. You think about how flying can wait.

Finally, one day Lucifer relents to your requests to take you flying. The requests were now a routine between you two—a dance of sorts. You would endear yourself to Lucifer and sit in their lap with rather large puppy dog eyes. With each stern and polite decline, soaring through the air while clutching onto the lean, capable torso before you became seemingly improbable. That’s why you were surprised when they relented to your begging. It felt out of place almost. You would have thought Lucifer’s newfound agreeance was a joke or prank, but their eyes were deliberate and decided.

Their body language turned more serious and direct, and they ordered you to sit down in front of them. Lucifer took your hands in theirs, not caring that their abrupt and direct actions had caused yours to turn clammy. What came next was a long discussion of consent, boundaries, and what to expect when flying.

“At any time, you may signal for us to slow or stop.” Then, Lucifer reasoned, “You may feel uneasy. It is not for mortals…” You could swear you heard affection and concern in their voice.

You didn’t know what to expect, and questions filled your mind. Would Lucifer run off the balcony in Hell? Do they need momentum to fly? Is there a secret way to exit Hell when flying? How do mortals not see them in the sky? Had Lucifer ever taken another human flying before?

Unsure of how to proceed, you only nodded obediently. Lucifer reached for you, sensing your hesitation now that you are presented with the very thing you desired. Your heart reacted—thrumming faster in your chest at the contact and anticipation. “Come now,” Lucifer cooed.

You climbed into their lean arms, feeling safe and secure against them. Funny how the ruler of Hell, the eternally damned, was the one you trusted with your life. The irony was not lost on you. Still, though, it wasn’t something you were ashamed of. The Lucifer you knew was charming and mystifying…and really cared for you. You knew they did, because it was apparent in their actions and demeanor. They made sure you were comfortable and unbothered by others in Hell when you visited. They dropped in on you throughout the day when you were on Earth living your life. Lucifer didn’t even break your phone or make you turn off the music when a One Direction song came on shuffle. 

Lucifer’s voice breaks you from your thoughts. “Ready?”

In only a blink of your eye, you and Lucifer were somewhere outside on Earth. If you had to guess, you’d say some U.S. national park in the northwest—some of the trees were as wide as cars and the air felt crisp and cool against your skin.

“Hold on tightly to me.” This whisper from Lucifer fills the air between you two, giving you goosebumps across your arms. With that, they stretched out their wings and pushed away from the ground with only one substantial thrust. 

Being airborne…it was almost like…..gliding through the sky, rather than powered flight. Lucifer’s wings were definitely moving, but unlike anything you could have imagined. They weren’t flapping or producing thrust. Instead, the wings reminded you of how things move and distort underwater. The flight stroke was so unusual, defying physics. It was as if there was no effort or strain for them. 

Meanwhile, you felt pressure all over your body. You expected to feel like Rose at the front bow of the Titanic or a happy dog with its head out the window. You expected the cool air to whip against your face and burn your cheeks. However, this…produced tingles all over your body. A wooziness in your head, almost as if you were in a slowed-down dream. You didn’t feel sick; you felt intoxicated. Is it from a lack of oxygen? You could breathe perfectly fine, though. You think back to Lucifer’s words of caution, and you’re still not frightened. Flying with Lucifer felt almost like being both in yourself and outside yourself simultaneously. It was magical.

The evening sun glistened against your lover’s blonde curls. You found yourself wanting to admire the view below and around you, but the determined face of the once-angel before you was too mesmerizing. You hope this won’t be the only time they take you flying, because you haven’t been able to focus on any of the beauty from the aerial view you found yourself in.

You could feel Lucifer’s steady breathing, which boggled your mind considering the activity you two found yourself in. Then again, you expected your own breathing to be choked or unwieldy. You felt so calm and trance-like. Lucifer was holding you with such care, occasionally glancing down to ensure you were okay.

Unknowingly, tears began to wet your cheeks. They started slowly but fell quicker and quicker. It took only moments for Lucifer to see that you were crying. Worry immediately plastered itself over their face. Their concern led them to land (in a vast field of rolling hills) as soon as they could. You questioned in your head how far you two had traveled to go from cedars and firs to grassy meadows.

“Are you okay? Was it too much? I never should have taken you. Foolish.”

Confusion hung over you, because you felt amazing. Well, a bit sad to be torn away from the experience so abruptly. You had so many emotions swirling through you, and you couldn’t translate how severely you felt for the being in front of you.

In response, all you could utter was, “W-what? I’m happy.” So very happy.

Lucifer swipes at the wetness on your cheeks and brings a finger in front of you as a way to question why you were crying.

“They’re good tears. I’m…leaking joy.” You couldn’t quite explain how you felt, and you knew your spacey rambling probably wasn’t satisfactory in reassuring Lucifer. In fact, a puzzled look appears on their face. You knew Lucifer didn’t like to be befuddled or to misunderstand a situation, so you quickly clarify, “You bring me so much joy.”

Lucifer’s concern subsides a bit. It’s been so long since Lucifer was the cause of pure joy. They almost forgot what it was like, how addicting it could be. It made them want to never let you down, give into your every silly, human request. The glassy, pleased look in your eyes made Lucifer want to crawl out of their prison of pompousness and self-hatred. Here you were appreciating them and getting closer to them with no ill intent or expectations of anything in return.

Lucifer stroked your hair and kissed your forehead—thankful you were okay. It was in this moment that they decided taking you flying would be a regular occurrence.

[thicctails]

"Viva la Viva, baby!"

So guess who watched Trolls 3 today~

Ngl, based on the trailers I had really low expectations for this movie, and it was really only after watching some TikToks with the villain song in them that I decided to give it a chance, and I'm so glad I did. 3 is by far my favourite of the entire series. Was not expecting to love Viva, but she was fantastic and I wish we had more screen time with her!

While I'm not entirely sure how I will/would integrate her into the Rough and Fluff AU, I decided to make a design for her anyways, complete with some little headcanons/additions. (Click the image for better quality)

More spoilery/AU discussions and 4th movie predictions below!

Okay okay, movie discussion first:

-I fucking LOVE the Putt Putt Trolls. Its so satisfying seeing how the trauma from the bergens being more fleshed out, and it makes perfect sense that they are as fearful as they are. I'm actually surprised there wasn't more pushback when Viva stopped them from executing Bridget and Gristle.

-(How did they escape actually? The tunnels collapsed, but were there other tunnels? Or did they have a different way out? How did so many, including the eldest heir to the throne, get left behind? Why did Peppy not get BOTH his daughter's immediately?)

-On the topic of Viva; notice how her ears are lower/sharper than Poppy's? I think that's typically a more masculine trait (not 100% bc we see some male trolls with softer/rounder ears) so uh yeah MTF Viva real suck my entire nards

-Fuck King Peppy. This guy gets worse every movie. He is the Dumbledoor/Sensi Wu of Trolls. Mans cannot just give Poppy relevant information to save his LIFE. I can understand not telling Poppy immediately, the grief of loosing his eldest daughter would understandably make that hard, but its been over 20 years now, and she deserved to know.

-Also, fuck most of Branch's brothers! I'm glad JD went back eventually (when exactly he did isn't clear, but sometime between the night of the escape and the first movie) but if he assumed Branch had died, why not try and contact his other siblings to tell them? Clay I can kinda understand with him not wanting to venture out beyond the mini golf area and leave the trolls he was helping to protect, but the rest of them? Not one of them tried to go back for their baby brother? Not even Floyd? When Trollstice was a thing?? Branch shoulda thrown hands fr.

-Rhonda the armadillo bus thing was hella cute and I want a plushie.

-I. Do not really like Crimp

-Velvet and Veneer slayed sooooooo hard. I hope Veneer makes a comeback.

-I also hope we see more of the other troll tribes again.

-The music for this movie was absolutely fire and I NEED a full cover of Sweet Dreams

-I wish the Grandma's death was touched on more than once for like .5 seconds. Like, come on guys, your brother just revealed a major trauma, and that your GRANDMA died!! For christ sake, maybe go apologize for fighting?? maybe go comfort him????

Movie numero 4 predictions:

-Broppy marriage. Branch fr said "Lets get married" by accident HES THINKING ABOUT IT

-Either Poppy/Viva get their mom back, or Branch gets one/both of his parents. Dreamworks will pull some bullshit out of their ass and say that uhm actually they escaped like years before the others did and have been, idk, trapped in the shadow realm or something.

-We see Chef/Creek again. Creek redemption ark would go crazy hard IF DONE RIGHT and I want to see that fear of some monster trying to eat all your friends come back again

-Broppy kid reveal at the end of the movie. Unbelievable amounts of Plush Toy Marketing and terrible spin offs ensue.

-backstory/lore/backstory/lore/backstory/lore/BACK

-I just want to see more Trollstice era stuff plz dreamworks

-We get a Sound of Silence reprise

-Branch/his brothers are revealed to be a hybrid/some kind of special troll. I am TELLING YOU this guy adapted to different kinds of music like it was NOTHING, something Poppy and the others struggled with. Hes got something in him I SWEAR

-Tiny diamond is, once again, part of the main supporting characters

Au shiz:

-If Viva IS put in, its going to most likely be during the sequel. Peppy is already going to be dragged through the mud, might have him mention something about a lost sibling near the end of the OG fic, and since the Pop trolls will be looking for a new home, maybe they'll run into her

-Branch's brothers will not be making an appearance. They simply dont fit into the narrative. I may do an alternate au with them included but who knows.

-Mildly considering making Tiny Diamond a Greek kid. (Guy x Creek) would make for some interesting angst.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

I've been admiring your work for a while, you'revery very good, and I'd like to make a request for you

Picnic date with tony 🥰

Perfect picnic

PAIRING | Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Civilian!Girlfriend!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.2K

SUMMARY | You've been seeing the one and only Tony Stark for the last few months, and you're not ready for the world to know that, so you're enjoying every minute of peace and quiet you two have together. When he invites you for a picnic to discuss something important, you can't help but think about your future together.

WARNING(S) | None.

A/N | This GIF nearly killed me when I saw it, so I naturally had to use it! I hope you enjoy the route I took for this one, it was very fun to write, so thank you very much for the request 🖤

Likes, comments, and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist

It's promising to be a lovely summer day as you're looking out the window of your penthouse, overlooking the New York skyline. You just stepped out of the shower, and your hair is wrapped in a towel, and your body is loosely wrapped in a big one.

As you sigh, your mind wanders to the man you've been seeing for nearly six months, and your phone rings like a miracle. You're getting a call from the man you were thinking of, Tony Stark.

''Hi, Muffin,'' you say as you pick up the FaceTime call from Tony, and you can see he's in his lab now.

''Hello, Gorgeous,'' he says with a big smile, and your heart melts a little bit at the sight of him wearing his clear-framed glasses. They fit him perfectly, making him look even more handsome than he already is.

''What can I do for you on this beautiful morning?'' you say as you walk into your office and sit down behind your desk, propping your phone up against your penholder as you sit down.

''I don't think there is anything more beautiful than you are this morning. But I was hoping to take you out on a lovely picnic this afternoon if you're free,'' he says, and you gasp softly.

''Really? I'd love to go on a picnic! Do you want me to bring anything special, or am I special enough for your exquisite taste?'' you tease, and Tony laughs, which warms your heart.

''You're all I need, Gorgeous. Just make sure you're ready by 2 PM, and I will do the rest,'' he says, and you agree. After a few more minutes of talking, you must hang up to prepare for a business meeting. Owning your own company is all fun and games, but you still have to do some work before your date with Tony.

You opted to wear a dark green midi dress that's nice enough for your business meeting but also cute for your picnic with Tony in the afternoon. Your hair is hanging in loose curls around your head, and you're wearing black Louboutins to finish the look, ready to make breakfast.

You're grabbing some yogurt, raspberries, blueberries, and granola to make your breakfast and take it to your office, ready to go through your endless stream of e-mails while eating breakfast.

You're working from home today, and you've let your assistant know you wouldn't be available after lunch, so your entire agenda is empty this afternoon, ready for your picnic with Tony.

At 11:30 AM, your business partner Camille arrived for your meeting, but you needed to be more focused to hear anything.

''Is everything alright?'' she asks, and you let out a defeated sigh.

''Can I confess something? I need this to stay between us because it's sensitive,'' you start, and she nods.

''So, I've been seeing someone for the past five months, and we're getting pretty serious. But he's even higher profile than I am, and that's saying a lot,'' you say with a chuckle, and Camille's eyes turn to the size of saucers.

''Are you kidding me? So all those times you were late to our meetings, you were-''

''Yes.''

''Who is it?!'' she asks as she leans forward in her chair, hanging onto your every word as you tell her about Tony. He is sweet, romantic, and sensitive, caring about you and your business.

''Please tell me you won't tell anyone, okay? We're still getting ready for everyone to know. But, uh, yeah, I've been seeing Tony Stark for the last five months, and he invited me on a picnic this afternoon,'' you say with a big smile.

''Oh my god, please tell me that's not a joke?! You and Tony are perfect for each other!'' she screams out as she gets out of her chair and envelops you in a big hug. She's just as excited as you are because she's been by your side through your hell of a divorce almost a decade ago.

''Thanks, Cam. He's a true gentleman, and not how everyone portrays him in the media,'' you sigh, and she sits down again, but now that you've admitted to seeing Tony, all the two of you will talk about for the rest of your meeting.

''How did the two of you meet?'' she asks, and you immediately smile as you think back to the moment you and Tony first laid eyes on one another.

''Hi, could I get an iced caramel macchiato, please?'' you ask, and the lady behind the counter nods, so you get your credit card out to pay. You hear the bell ding behind you, but you don't pay it any attention, though you immediately recognize the voice of one of the men walking in.

After you've paid, you walk to the other side of the counter and straighten out your striped maxi dress while waiting for your coffee. It doesn't take long for it to be done, and just when you're about to put a lid on your cup, Tony accidentally bumps into you, spilling your coffee all over the front of your dress.

''Oh, shit, I'm so sorry,'' Tony says as he immediately grabs a few napkins to clean your dress, but to no avail. The stain only gets worse, but you can't help but laugh at his clumsiness.

''It's okay, it's just a dress. I can get it drycleaned and-'' you say as you look up and into the eyes of Tony Stark, the man you've admired for years.

''No, no, please let me make this up to you. I will pay for dry cleaning and take you out for dinner to say sorry. How does Saturday evening, 8 PM sound to you?'' he asks, and you can't say no to an offer like that.

''Perfect. Here's my business card so you know where to pick me up,'' you say as you hand him your card and the woman behind the counter gives you another coffee as an apology, and you thank her with an extra tip on top of the earlier one for her inconvenience.

''I can't wait to see you on Saturday,'' you say to Tony before walking out of the coffee shop and on your way to your office to put on a clean pair of clothes.

Tony kept his promise and paid for your dress to be drycleaned, and he took you out to dinner in one of New York's most fancy restaurants. Afterward, he brought you back to your apartment, and the goodbye was more challenging than you ever imagined.

''Thank you for this amazing evening, Tony. I really hope we can do it again sometime, but shall we go to one of my restaurants next time?'' you say, and he happily agrees.

You look at him for a few seconds before stepping closer to him and placing your hand on his chest, your long nails softly scratching over the soft fabric of his shirt as your lips fit perfectly with his.

The kiss seems to last for an eternity, but you both know it has to end at some point, already dreading the moment it's here.

''I can't wait to see you again,'' he says before placing one last soft kiss on your lips and letting you enter your apartment, waiting until the door is closed before heading back to his apartment.

Tony is highly punctual and right at 2 PM, he rings your doorbell, and you open the door for him, immediately greeted by a bouquet of red roses.

Camille went out the door right before Tony arrived because you couldn't stop gossiping like a couple of teenagers, but you enjoyed every second of it.

''Hi, Gorgeous,'' he says as he pulls you in for a sweet kiss, his soft lips molding perfectly with yours as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

''Hey, Muffin,'' you tell him as you guide him into your apartment, and he hands you the roses, followed by another kiss.

''These are beautiful, Tony! They will look perfect on my dining room table,'' you say as you get out a vase to fill with water and put the roses in.

''How was your morning so far?'' he asks, and you nearly cut your finger at the question because now you have to tell him what you said to Camille about the two of you.

''Uh, I- Please don't get mad at me when I tell you this, okay?'' you say as you continue to look at your roses, embarrassed that you broke one of your promises to Tony.

''What is it, Gorgeous? You know I couldn't ever get mad at you, right?'' Tony says, and the worry is immediately visible in his voice.

''My business partner and best friend Camille had an appointment here before you came over, and I told her I'm seeing you because I've been distracted the entire time. And after we talked a little more about how we met and all that stuff,'' you say, the embarrassment is visible on your cheeks now.

''Is that everything, Gorgeous?'' he says as he gets up, and you've put down your scissors and the flowers to look at Tony as he wraps you in his arms and pulls you close.

''Well, I can't be mad at that. Because I've told my assistant, Pepper, that I've been seeing you ever since she paid your drycleaning bill for me all those months ago,'' Tony says, and you let your head fall against his chest with a big smile.

''I'm sorry for getting worried about nothing,'' you say, and Tony kisses your forehead softly.

''It's okay, I think it's adorable,'' he says, and you finish getting your flowers ready to go into the vase and go away for your picnic.

The drive was pretty long, and suddenly, you understand why Tony asked you to take the entire afternoon off because he's taking you to a pretty secluded spot, but it's worth it entirely for the view alone.

You're looking out over a beautiful lake, and there isn't a person in sight for miles when Tony parks the car and prepares everything for your picnic. He even brought a few pillows to sit on since the ground wasn't too comfortable.

''Here you go, m'lady,'' he says as he guides you onto a few pillows, and he sits down across from you, a picnic basket in between the two of you. It holds a variety of sandwiches, fruits, vegetables, and chocolate-covered strawberries, your favorite dessert.

''Oh, I forgot one more thing!'' he says, and he walks back to his car and pulls out a bottle of champagne and two glasses, which doesn't surprise you in the slightest.

The smile on your face is filled with nothing but pure love for this man, and you can't believe you've hit the jackpot with him. He's more thoughtful, romantic, and caring than you ever thought you'd deserve, but now that you have it, you never want it any other way.

After he poured two glasses of champagne, he hands you one, and you cheer to a perfect picnic, and you put the glass against your lips, letting the bubbly liquid glide down your throat like velvet.

You let out a soft moan at the taste, and Tony can't help but smile at the sound and the sight in front of him. The sun is shining down on both of you, making you look like an angel sent straight from heaven, and Tony can't help but think about how lucky he is to have run into you that faithful day.

''I still thank my lucky stars every night that I have found you, Gorgeous. You've made my life so much better ever since that day in the coffee shop, and I can't wait to see where this road will lead us,'' Tony says, and you agree.

The conversation during the picnic is light, but that's precisely what you need. Whenever you're with Tony, you only talk about business if necessary and prefer it that way.

''Gorgeous?'' Tony asks as he feeds you another chocolate-covered strawberry, and you have moved into his lap about a half hour ago.

''What's up, Buttercup?'' you joke, and you can't help the fit of laughter that takes over you, pulling Tony with you until you both can't breathe from laughter.

''I was thinking I'd like to introduce you to the Avengers, seeing how you're my girlfriend and all,'' he says. You two have not discussed any next steps since your relationship is still relatively new.

''Are you sure you want to do that? I would be honored, but being in the presence of Iron Man all the time is already amazing,'' you say, and Tony can't help but feel proud at your comment.

''I'd love to introduce my girl to them because she's nothing but perfect, and I would love to show you off to them. Just to them, not the rest of the world, yet. There'll be a place and time for that,'' he says, and you nod.

''I couldn't agree more,'' you say, and that's when you're making plans to have you introduced to the other Avengers.

Today's the day of your six-month anniversary with Tony, and it is the perfect time to introduce you to all of the other Avengers. They're all invited for dinner at one of your restaurants, and you have your chefs make a special menu for them.

''I will arrive later, but you can all start without me; I should arrive at the same time as the entree, I believe,'' you tell Tony, and even though he's a little disappointed you won't be there from the start, he also understands that business also needs to be done.

Your appointment ended earlier than expected, so you have a little time to make yourself decent. You admire your new plaid pantsuit in the mirror before fixing your lipstick and hair.

You text Tony that you're on your way, and you walk to your car, ready to meet the other Avengers. The restaurant is pretty close to your office, but traffic is horrible, so what was supposed to be a twenty-minute drive turned into nearly an hour, and just like you predicted, you arrived right before the entrees arrived at the table.

You walk into the door of your restaurant and perch your sunglasses on the top of your head before greeting Heather, your hostess for tonight. The restaurant is still open, and as usual, it is completely booked since this is one of your most successful restaurants.

''Welcome, Ms. Y/L/N. What can we help you with today?'' she asks, and you tell her you're here to have dinner with the Avengers, so she leads you to the table they've placed everyone at.

''Enjoy your meal, Ms.,'' Heather says, and you thank her before walking up to everyone. Tony gets up immediately when he spots you walking over.

''Hi Gorgeous,'' he says, giving a small peck on your lips as a greeting, and the Avengers immediately stop eating as they see what Tony just did.

''Everyone, I want to introduce you to my beautiful girlfriend - and the owner of this restaurant -, Y/N Y/L/N,'' Tony says, and you wave and say hi to everyone.

''Here we have Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Thor, Loki, Scott, Bruce, and Sam,'' he says as he introduces everyone, and they all wave or nod in acknowledgment.

''It's nice to meet you all; it's a real honor to be in your presence. And I would like to apologize to all of you for being late; I had a business meeting before this that I unfortunately could not reschedule,'' you say, but they let you know they understand.

''So, what is it that you do? Tony mentioned you own this restaurant, but I have a feeling this isn't the only one,'' Natasha asks, and you already like her being so straightforward.

''You're right, Natasha. I am a restaurateur, and I own about seven restaurants in the state of New York and five more in the rest of the United States, including the one we're sitting in right now,'' you say proudly, and Tony can't help but have a proud look on his face as well.

''Oh wow, that's amazing!'' Steve says, and the rest of the night is spent getting to know you, but you also get to know all of them a little better, and you immediately feel at home between all of them.

When you're about to get served some dessert, Heather walks over to you because of a customer problem at the front desk.

''I'm so sorry, Ms. Y/L/N, but I need your help. A man at the front desk refuses to pay, threatening to leave if we don't get a manager there soon,'' she says, and you excuse yourself for a few minutes.

''She's amazing, Tony. You're fortunate with a woman like her; she's very driven and passionate, but also very loving, and it shows,'' Loki says, and all of the other Avengers agree.

Not long after you've been pulled away from the table, you're back, and you continue your dinner with everyone.

''I'm so sorry for that,'' you say, but Tony grabs your hand reassuringly and smiles at you with a love-filled smile.

The rest of the dinner goes smoothly, and you return with them to the Avengers Compound for some drinks, staying with Tony in his apartment that night.

''Thank you for everything tonight; I could not have wished for a more perfect evening,'' you say as you lay on your stomach, your legs lifted and swinging in the air as your hand runs through Tony's hair. He's lying on his side, giving you small kisses all over your jaw and neck.

''Thank you for making it unforgettable,'' Tony says, pulling you in for a deep, passionate kiss. You cuddle up to him when you pull away and fall into a deep sleep, thankful you won't have any appointments in the morning.

The following day, you wake up in Tony's arms, and you let out a small sigh at the warmth of his chest against your back.

''Mornin' Gorgeous,'' he says as he places a trail of kisses from your neck to your shoulder before rolling you over and continuing that trail until he's reached your mouth.

The rest of the morning is spent eating breakfast in bed and cuddling until you have to get out and go back home because you have an important meeting that afternoon.

''I can't wait to see you again, Gorgeous,'' he says as you say goodbye to him.

''Neither can I, Muffin, but it'll be soon,'' you say, and with one last kiss, he sees you out. You greet the Avengers, who are either in the kitchen or the living room, and they happily greet you as well.

They would see you a lot, and eventually, you moved in with Tony, and he moved in with you in your penthouse, so the two of you divided your time between those two apartments.

It didn't come as a surprise to anyone when you announced you're getting married less than a year after meeting them because you two are head over heels in love.

''I love you, Mr. Stark,'' you say during your first dance with Tony—the first of many more.

''I love you too, Mrs. Stark,'' Tony says before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, and you feel happier than you ever have in your entire life. This is precisely what you've always dreamt of, and to do it with Tony by your side is the cherry on top.

[kyokutsu-sama]

Last night I had a great idea for a fic and I didn't hesitate to share it. He often invades my thoughts at night and as I know I'm not the only one who are obssessed with him here's something for all Kenpachi lovers🤭

You have no idea how much I read about him and that really motivates me to write something for him too.

I hope you like and please don't let it flop. I've been thinking about this all night❤

Kenpachi x reader

Tw: smut

You walked around the outside of the 11th division's quarter looking for Kenpachi and found it a little strange not to find him there training or something.

You kept looking for him and to your amazement you found him in the place where you least expected it, in his office.

"Well, I can't believe you're actually sitting there doing all these papers"You said as you entered and approaching the table

"Unfortunately that's the worst side of being a captain, I'd really rather be on a battlefield while cutting my enemies in two and feeling that thrill of fighting"He said without taking his eyes off the papers

"Yeah… that really matches your title"

"What about you? Don't you have anything to do?"

"I actually did but you haven't even looked at me yet"

"I'm busy"

You put yourself next to him while watching how focused and calm he was. You were glad you lived long enough to see the most sadistic man in soul society acting calmly. The only time he really looked like this was when he was sleeping.

You decided to tease him a bit by putting yourself between him and the table causing him to pull away from what he was doing and look at you.

"What are you doing?"

"You know, I came here because I wanted to show you something that you might like but since you seem busy, I'll just kiss you goodbye and go to the 6th division, maybe captain Kuchiki is free. What do you think?"

His blood boiled hearing your words. That damn idiot! Just hearing this man's name makes him feel angry. He gave you a death stare causing your lips to curl into a smirk after noticing his gaze and knowing that now you had his attention.

"What's wrong? You didn't like the idea?"You sitting on the table and sliding your foot between his thighs without taking your eyes off his

"Don't tease me like that Y/n, you know you're going to lose this fight"He said in a deep voice

"Really? Then why don't you start fighting seriously too. Let me see the true beast you are"You said bitting your lip and and putting your foot on his groin

He gave you a sadistic smile and grabbed your foot putting it aside.

"Don't forget that it was you who asked for it"

He got up from the chair attacking your lips voraciously as his hands tightened your waist and probably leaving bruises from his strong fingers on your skin. You wrapped your legs around him while holding the back of his neck with one hand to deepen the kiss. You needed him, that adrenaline rush that only he could give you.

"Show me what you got for me"He said biting your bottom lip

You smiled and started taking off your kimono revealing your completely naked body. He looked you up and down with a smile on his lips.

"You walked around completely naked like that? You really need me"He said, kissing you again

You took off the rest of the kimono and threw it on the floor as your hands rushed to remove his clothes. He moved his lips down to your neck leaving hickeys all over that area. He laid you down on the table and placed himself on top of you, his broad build covering your entire body. His mouth devoured your body fiercely, there wasn't even a bit of skin on your breasts that wasn't marked by the bites and hickeys he left. You moaned his name over and over, just his reiatsu was enough for your body to start releasing small drops of sweat. He pulled you to the edge of the table and spread your legs exposing your wet slit for him who licked his lips at the sight.

"I bet that the stupid Kuchiki doesn't make you that wet, does he?"

Without hesitation he placed his head between your thighs sucking all over your sensitive skin, making you arch off the table as you opened your mouth to moan his name loudly.

His hands came up to squeeze your breasts as his tongue licked up and down your folds. He dominated your body like no one else had ever done, you were sure that there was no other who could give you all that pleasure, only him. His hot mouth sucked on your little bud making you grip his black hair to ease that pleasure. You were so close and he could feel it in the way you were squeezing your thighs on either side of his head. He increased the intensity of the suctions making you come into his mouth, he rose while licking his lips and staring at your panting and sweaty body. You thought he was going to give you a little break after you came but he didn't. He turned you over on the table making you face away from him, his big hands spread your legs apart as he positioned himself in the middle of them. You could feel his cock against your wet folds making you moan a little.

"I'm pretty sure that Captain Kuchiki won't fuck you the way I'm about to do"He said next to your ear making you shiver

He put his hands on your hips pulling you against him without warning. You gripped the edge of the table, lifting your head and biting your lower lip to muffle the loud moan you were about to give. He wasn't kind to you but if we think about it, you weren't kind either when you mentioned the name of his rival. Your fingers gripped the edge of the table even tighter as he came and went hard and fast making his pelvis bump hard against you. His fingers dug into the skin of your hips guiding the thrusts. One of his hands went to your hair and gripped it as he fuck you from behind, you couldn't stop moaning his name and letting the entire division know what was going on. Your eyes rolled back as you got closer to coming again and having his cock inside you made you made you get closer of your peack.

"Keep moaning like that… and tell them who you belong to"He said without stopping the thrusts

"I-Im yours... ken-pachi…"You said between moans

"Again"He said as his hand marked the skin of your buttocks

"Im all yours... Fuck"

Your insides tighten around him more and more, he turned you so that you were facing him. He looked up into your face to find your eyes shining with lust and leaned down to kiss you even more needily as he wrapped your legs around his waist and his hands went to your neck holding it as he went back to fucking you even faster and harder.

"Ahh… I'm so close to c-come"You said while holding his forearms and rolling your eyes in pleasure

He smiled knowing he was pushing you to the limit and that spurred him on even more. You arched off the table as you tightened your legs around his waist and after a few more hard thrusts you came a second time as he poured his warm fluids inside of you. Your folds were dripping all over your skin. You were so exhausted, your legs were completely weak just like the rest of your body. Kenpachi withdrew from inside you while trying to catch his breath, you sat on the edge of the table looking at him with a satisfied smile on your face.

"What are you looking at? Want to go for a second round?"He said noticing that you were looking at him

"Just give me some time and then who knows if I don't line up in a second"You said winking at him

He went to you holding your chin and giving you a rough kiss, you held his shoulder moaning a little against his lips. You thought that would be the beginning of the second round, he was still hard but nothing else happened.

"I really hope you don't set foot in the 6th division because you can be sure that I will punish you"

"And what would that punishment be?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"It's better not, I don't want to spend the rest of my life in the 4th division"You said looking away a little

"Good"

You knew he wasn't joking and that's why you put aside the idea of going to pay a visit to Captain Kuchiki. For the sake of your legs.

[lericekrispie]

With the new TMNT movie coming out soon, me and my brother have been binge watching the 2012 TMNT series!!! It's his first watch through, and its been so nostalgic for me. And as always, I'm addicted to my character designs so I thought I'd share

NOTES:

Age 15: They all get the same uniform the first time they go to the surface, I can imagine Splinter handing the uniform down as a heirloom, or he created it just for them :) they are so young, don't know what they are getting into or who they are yet, just babies. I tried to keep it as turtle inspired as possible

Age 16: They are getting a little older, finding themselves more. They would be getting more into human culture, watching human TV and getting April to get clothes for them so for the first time they can express themselves through their clothes. They keep elements of the uniform throughout the changes, but their clothes grow and evolve with them. Also, Mikey repping the gay and MLM colors :)

Age 17: Around the battle for New York, they had to leave just in the clothes they had, and don't get update clothes until they do the spiritual journey into the forest. They have seen and experienced harder things that have caused them to grow up faster, and have experienced life threatening injuries, and in Leo's case, his leg that for the rest of his outfits will be extra armored.

Age 18: They are more confident in themselves, their fighting style, and while not having a lot of down time, they value it immensely. This is the most free their outfits have been, the most them, without an excessive need to look a certain way. To look tough, to be armored, to be practical. It really is the outfits of where the highest of their skills meet the least unburdened they will be, shortly after this they will dress to send a message or project a certain image, will have seen their father die to shredder, and the world destroyed. Also She/Him Leo and Ace Donnie :)

Age 19: While understanding more who they are, the brothers now have certain ways they are trying to present themselves and the way these burdens have made them try to protect themselves. These outfits are based off of the Shredder Killer outfits. Leo is trying to present as armored, with unbreakable defenses, like a hero or a knight, for his allies to know that she will protect them, and for the enemies to know exactly who she is on the playing field, and hopefully draw attention away from her brothers as the leader. Raph has always presented more punk and tough, but now he shows it more in the jacket he wears, covering more skin, being less confident about where he is going to be hit and if he can take it. The shoulders and hair make him look bigger than he actually is. Donnie goes full practicality mode, adding more spaces for pockets and armor. Mikey also looses some of his colors he wore, in leu of stealth and being safer on the battle field.

Age 20: Set after the show, who knows what happens, but they are now adults and can put some space between what had happened and have time to digest. Leo doesn't un-armor, but she lets her hair grow longer and wears a longer cape, a sign of time passing and growing maturity, as well as taking on the title as the last sensi of the Hamato Clan. Mikey still wears fun clothes, but he has chosen his uniform to be more akin to his childhood uniform splinter gave them, in honor of his memory and their culture (like hes taking his childhood back, not letting the years lost mean his life is over kinda). Donnie only makes a couple adjustments, like covering skin- to show how the events have shaken him and made him feel more vulnerable, but adding more brown into the mix, showing hope and a peace that might be on the horizon. Raph grows into his skin more, loosing the sharp silhouette and having a more rounder one, showing his sharp edges calming down in a time of peace, and letting his hair down as he has time to relax. They all have the Hamato Clan sigil on their clothes :)

If you read that, Just scroll between ages 15 and 20. Crazy shit this is why I die for character design :')

[greentrickster]

...oh gods, was thinking about what to do about Tianlang-jun, because he deserves to know the truth and really doesn’t deserve to stay squashed under that mountain forever, and also I like Zhuzhi-lang, he deserves to be happy and have a nice boyfriend (and whoever his boyfriend is deserves to have a rather tragic, obsessively loyal boyfriend, too ( “I could make him better” “I could make him worse” well I could tell him I like seeing him no matter which form he’s in and that I don’t mind if he eats rodents at the table and accidentally gain influence over a powerful demon who can and will kill thousands if he thinks it will make me happy)).

But anyway, that was a tangent. The point is, what to do about Tianlang-jun? How to involve him if Binghe’s not out causing problems and miscommunications and there’s no real reason to involve him in the plot? And it hit me... Binghe’s not running around trying to take over the demon realm this time, but he’s openly allied with the future Mobei-jun and the Demon Saintess, he’s somehow in good with Cang Qiong, and he’s obviously a Heavenly Demon. Point is, he’s not trying to take over the demon realm, but everyone keeps expecting him too, including a bunch of demons.

And that’s just not going to work, because while it’s perfectly possible for a married couple to both have happy, successful careers, Binghe does not want a career outside of being a househusband. He has spent time with Tatsu and he recognizes life goals when he sees them. But people keep expecting him to, and it’s starting to cut into his time and be disruptive, so what’s a Hopeful Hybrid Househusband (to be) to do?

Why, dig up his full-Heavenly Demon father and make him go be the ruler of the demon realm instead! Time to start the ‘Sins of the Father, Blessings of the Son’ quest chain! This can and will involve Binghe doing some research, learning about Tianlang-jun’s imprisonment, and using his dream demon powers (which are probably the ones he’s best at) to go have a chat with his bio-dad about this whole, “Hey, if I free you, will you take over the demon realm so I don’t have to?” thing.

Tianlang-jun: How about you set me free and I burn this miserable world to the ground and/or force humans and demons to coexist in the process?

Binghe: I don’t like this plan. My Shizun lives in this world and I love him. Also all my stuff is here. And my other friends.

Tianlang-jun: Your who now?

Binghe: My Shizun. He’s a cultivator at Cang Qiong, and I’m gonna marry and keep house for him.

Tianlang-jun: ...seriously?

Binghe: You’re stuck under a giant rock, you don’t get to judge my life goals.

Tianlang-jun: You realize he’ll just betray you, right?

Binghe: What? No he won’t!!!

Tianlang-jun: Cultivators always betray demons, that’s how it works.

Binghe: Shizun would never!!!

Tianlang-jun: Kid, why do you think I’m under a rock?

Binghe: ...beeeecause you were causing problems in the human realm...?

Tianlang-jun: ...is that how they’re describing my sad and woeful tale of heartbreak and tragedy?!?

Binghe: (prompted insistently by his system) Tell me your sad and woeful tale of heartbreak and tragedy.

And it’s Tianlang-jun, of course he does. At the end of which Binghe genuinely admits that it’s a super tragic tale, and thank goodness he already has a mom because bio-mom, how could you? Okay, new deal: what if this Binghe erases Huan Hua Palace from the map and frees Tianlang-jun from the mountain, and then Tianlang-jun can go take over the demon realm and Binghe can get back to his courtship?

Tianlang-jun: ...eh, not convinced. Kinda want to do it myself. And just get rid of cultivators in general. Though I will give you points, that was an impressively terrifying smile you used to suggest it.

Binghe: Thank-you, I learned it from Tatsu-sensi. And anyway wouldn’t it be more poetic if I did it? Since I’m your son and her son and all? So it’d be like, they helped create the seed of their own destruction or something?

Tianlang-jun: 8O You’re right, that would be just like in a play, that would be awesome! But couldn’t I at least get some revenge on Cang Qiong as well for putting me here?

Binghe: No, I live there and they know I’m half demon and still like me.

Tianlang-jun: (#doubt)

Anyway, Binghe gets at least a half promise from his bio-dad that he’ll consider it, then goes to tell Shizun his new plan, because his system insists that Communication is Key to a Good and Stable Relationship.

Shen Qingqiu: ...Binghe, you’re not allowed to destroy Huan Hua.

Binghe: But Shizun. (tears dribbling out from beneath his sunglasses)

Shen Qingqiu: Binghe, no.

Binghe: But no one else in the cultivation world even likes Huan Hua!

Passing hall master: It’s true, we don’t.

Binghe: Thanks, elder bro!

Shen Qingqiu: You’re not helping!!!

Eventually Shang Qinghua gets dragged into all this, since its his fault Tianlang-jun exists in the first place (not that Binghe knows that), and he manages to get Binghe to agree to at least do some reconnaissance first.

Cue Binghe sulkily agreeing and accidentally blowing this whole Old Palace Master situation wide open. The crowning cherry on the case is when Cang Qiong eventually brings Tianlang-jun in via a plant body to act as a character witness. His name is cleared, and Cang Qiong dig out his original body in compensation for Yue Qingyuan being one of the key factors in unjustly sealing him in the first place. Tianlang-jun and Zhuzhi-lang then hang around Cang Qiong for a couple months while Tianlang-jun’s original body heals up and so he can guilt-trip Yue Qingyuan about all this. Binghe and ZZL aren’t quite sure what to make of each other, but ZZL does like Binghe’s tattoo and at least in this version of events they aren’t starting with any bad blood between them.

...and you know what? Fuck it, Tianlang-jun/Yue Qingyuan enemies-to-lovers 50k words. Me? Pair up the heart-broken spares still pining over their lost loves? Hell yes. This would be spicy as heck and I’m here for it, Mr. I-run-on-guilt x Mr. Has-never-heard-of-shame, Go For It Tianlang-jun, seduce that sect leader! We gotta have a Peak Lord dating the ruler of the demon realm somehow!

It all ends with Binghe & Co. sitting on Qing Jing Peak with the slightly stunned expressions of “Well that happened” (and Shen Yuan internally fanboying because that’s his protagonist for you, can’t even skive out of his narrative responsibilities without being unspeakably cool).

Also, Zhuzhi-lang and Gongyi-xiao are dating now. Shala-lala-lala, kiss the snake.

[marvel-m-lee]

I'm Gonna be a Hero ❤️‍🩹💜

Words: 2350

Fandom: MHA

Characters: Lee!Shinsou Ler!Aizawa

Summary: Shinsou is trying to learn a new trick but can't seen to perfect it, and needs some motivation from his sensi.

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"ARgH sHIT!"

Shinsou fell down yet again and landed in a huff on the grass below. Aizawa stood to the side, hair up as he leaned against a tree, fiddling with his own scarf in his fingers.

He had been training the younger to use a scarf, much like his own. Hoping it would help him get better and become a hero, much like Aizawa had hoped for as a kid his own age.

Shinsou had improved a lot since they'd started, and there were plans to move him to the hero course, though this didn't mean he would get a break from his training, having to practice daily.

For the past few days he'd been trying to perfect this one trick where he could swing through the trees, though he kept failing and would eventually plumt to the ground again after the first few swings.

He was better than he first started, sure, but he was just getting frustrated at this point. Laying on the grass from his most recent failure and looking up to see the scarf dangling a few inches from his face, attached to the tree still.

He grunted as he put a hand up, gripping it and pulling himself up- only for the scarf to be attached to a thin branch and snap, sending him back to the floor and his scarf falling over his face.

Aizawa looked over, seeing the events of what was happening. Watching as the student fell again and the scarf piling up over his face.

The boy decided them and there to just give up and decided he'd lay on the floor for eternity, in the blindness of his scarf.

"You need to keep trying, otherwise you'll keep falling" Aizawa mentioned from the sidelines. Shinsou didn't move, just put a thumbs up over to his mentor.

"Yep, that's the idea." He grunted, laying there for another few minutes before Aizawa realised he wouldn't be getting back up.

In all honestly, the kid had been training almost non stop throughout the weekend and before and after school through out the week trying to perfect this single move. So Aizawa believed he needed a well deserved break.

But he also knew that Shinsou was so close to perfecting the move, and needed the last bit of motivation to do so. So Aizawa decided, since nobody was around, he would try a little game with the purple mind controlling kid.

"Alright" Aizawa pushed himself off the tree and stood up properly, tying his scarf around his neck as he usually would the weapon against villians.

Shinsou still laid there in defeat, but moved the scarf slightly, lifing a little bit up so he could peak through and see the eraser hero.

"You're almost there. You just need a little bit of motivation. So we're going to play a game" his explained, walking over a little, and his voice as monotone as ever.

Shinsou gave a look of confusion and agreement to play.

"You have 10 seconds to escape. I will be a villian. If you make it to the school gates before I catch you, you win. If I catch you-" he grinned a little, ending his sentence of a cliff hanger.

Shinsou sat up, the scarf falling down off his face and into his lap, he looked down to where the school gates were, a good distance away to practice swinging. And he wasn't sure what would happen if he was caught.

He looked back to his teacher who was stood up straight, looking down at the child from a couple meters away.

"What happens if I'm caught?" He asked, curious with still a monotone voice, much like his mentor.

Eraserhead smirked a little, making the kid uneasy as the teacher never smiled.

"Alright, sure" he said, standing up and smiling a little at the motivation. He wrapped his scarf around his neck and stood tall, ready to play.

The two looked at one another, "ten."

Shinsou span around and was off. He latched onto one of the trees and began to swing beneath them at a steady speed yet as fast as he could.

For his trick to work he needed to go over the threes and launch himself across at least five and stick the landing if he wanted it to succeed. He'd done it a couple times, but could never stick the landing or go across more than 3- ending up halfway through the third.

He kept his vision on his target, the entrance. They were perhaps a mile or so away so he should be able to make it, along with a couple of his tricks along the way. Though he had to land them or it counted for nothing. Aizawa was kind enough to do this for him, help him train and motivate him even when he has his own things to do.

Shinsou saw a thick enough three and quickly dripped himself from his shining, running and latching onto a branch before launching himself upwards above the trees and throwing himself across 3-4 of them before landing in the tree, his scarf latched onto a branch but not having a safe enough landing where he could perpell himself back upwards.. instead falling through the three and dropping himself to the floor.

He swore under his breath as he looked back, Aizawa was no where in sight and could be in any direction coming at him from anywhere. He jumped up and tried to grab the scarf, but it was stuck around one of the branches.

"Shit." Shinsou quickly looked arohnd to see if he could spot his mentor and the villian chasing him but couldn't. So he grabbed onto a branch and tried crawling up the three to his scarf. He balanced himself on the branch it was connected too, luckily strong enough to hold his body weight.

Shinsou tried to untangle it and had realised he'd knotted it in a way he hadn't realised he'd been doing this whole time, quickly fixing his mistake before bring tackled to the ground rather quickly as the scarf fell to the floor.

The boy grunted as he hit the floor, though of course his mentor had tried to keep it both safe and realistic.

The eraser hero had wrapped his own scarf around the training hero's shoulders and arms, latching them together while pinning his knees under his own. Pinned to the ground with dirt in his hair, Shinsou grunted in defeat. Though it wasn't over yet.

"You did well, you travelled over 4 trees that time, but you need to stick your landing better so you can continue moving without hassle." Aizawa commented, giving constructive criticism while pinning the kid down.

"Yeah..." The kid sounded rather disappointed in himself while trying to sound monotone, though his emotions slipping through slightly. Though Aizawa had already planned out how the game would work, and his frown would soon be turned upside down.

"Now you've been captured due to your mistakes, and Villians won't be kind to you" Aizawa mentioned, signalling to Shinsou that the game wasn't over yet.

"This game doesn't end until you make it to the gate or I've had enough, Villians won't give you a break, and neither will I"

"Huh- whahat-" Shinsou began chuckling while Aizawa began to dribbling his fingers along the boys sides between them and his arms. He began to wriggle a little and tilt his head up as he laughed beneath him.

"You're ticklish, hopefully thus will motivate you to escape"

"Whahait- Aiz-hahawa Sensi- heEy!" Aizawa then drilled into the boys stummocj, squeezing it rapidly making him jump while he was trapped. If Aizawa hadn't been sat up straight, the two would have head bumped due to the suddent jolts from the purple hair boy.

"Hehehey! WhAhaiT a mihi- aha- stOhOp!" Shinsou couldn't hold back his laughter as he shook his head and struggled beneath the villians hold.

"Not until you escape or I'm bored, and I'm far from bored Shinsou" Aizawa teased, his voice still very monotone while a grin appeared on his face, followed by a yawn showing he could do this all day if he wanted.

"IhiHi cAhaAnt tAhaAke thHaAt!- AH-" Shinsou looked terrified though had a wide grin on his face, trying to bite back the laughter but bursting out louder when a new spot was targeted around his neck which made him burst out into giggles.

"A hero doesn't take it, they fight back and do what they can. That's what makes a hero a hero, and not a ticklish little boy" Aizawa teased whilst lecturing. Knowing that the boy couldn't stand the tiny tickles on his neck as they sent him into fit's of giggles. He'd seen a class mate do it to him before and had tried it out one time, only to be swatted away followed by many apologies.

"So, will you just take this? Or will you escape?" Aizawa them gripped the boys hips and began squeezing them rapidly, sending the mind hero into hysterical as he jumped around beneath him, laughing loud enough from birds to fly away.

He didn't know what to say and could barely think, just laughing hysterically and knowing he had to get out of this situation because he already knew how evil Aizawa could be when he wanted. He'd once walked in on Aizawa and Mic, and the poor blonde was red in the face and practically a ghost with a smile on his face, forced to stand up wish Aizawa's fingers at his side.

He threw his head around as his hips were attacked. Though something caught his eye. His scarf. It was below the tree only a couple meters away. If he could escape, he could perpel himself further than he had before and hopefully stick the landing this time, having finally realised that he'd been doing his landing clutch wrong this whole time.

His brain was slowly surcoming to mush as he wriggled around, he had to do something quickly or he wouldn't be able to talk to have enough strength to escape at all. Then who knows what could happen. Aizawa wasn't known for having any kinds of soft spots. He would do to him just as he did to Mic if he really wanted.

Shinsou tried to focus, though Aizawa was fixated on the boys hips, knowing exactly how to break him while one hand went to his neck, making him scrunch down.

Shinsou got a quick look at Aizawa, his hair down signalling he wasn't using his quirk. Hopefully this meant he wouldn't realise Shinsou could still try to use his quirk if he wanted. His arms were still wrapped with the cloth but it had now loosened ever so slightly due to the struggling at the hips.

"IhiHi cAnhaAnT! SeheEnsI!" He begged, wrigging and going from hysterical to giggly in a matter of moments.

"You're mine then, tickle tickle" he  teased with a straight face, enjoying the bonding and training.

"YohoU haHaVe a mEHeEtiNg tHouUgh rIGHHHTTT?-" Aizawa leant down and blew a raspberry on the kids open neck and gripped his hips with his hands, squeezing rapidly. This would have broken his attempt at using his quirk and all hope for escape.

"Yeah, but that can wait-" Suddenly Aizawa stopped moving entirely. Frozen still with his fingers now at the boys side, barely touching him. His eyes had gone white and he'd stopped everything he was doing. His scarf loosened around Shinsou but he made sure to stay very still. However even in his success he was still giggling and laughing as the fingers barely touching him stoll felt as if they were tickling him slightly, trickling his mind.

'Wait... he still got me?'

Shinsou tried to hold his breath and calm himself down, tears were almost formed in his eyes and he had lightly pink cheeks.

He laughed a little but then looked up at Aizawa, knowing he wouldn't be able to leave the position without the trance breaking and Aizawa trapping him all over again. He needed to breathe, but get revenge and escape.

In a matter of seconds he was out of the scarf and quickly swapped the positions, breaking the transition as he pushed aizawa into the same position he once was, wrapping the hero's own scarf around him before digging into his sides.

He'd never heard his teacher laugh before. But as he dug into his sides he suddenly burst out into a laugh, surprised by the sudden actions of the student. He tried to fight back and realised he was trapped in his own scarf. Shinsou got a little revenge before darting off and grabbing his scarf off the ground.

Now the chase was really on, having knowing what the circumstances were. Aizawa was quick to get out of his reins but even so, Shinsou had wrapped his scarf around the branch and launched himself through the air.

Aizawa looked at him for a minute, Shinsou had gone hight then he ever had before. Letting the scarf connect off the tree and fly around him. It was like he was in slow motion through the air, flying across at least 8 trees before latching onto another one and falling back down. Though this time there was no crash, a couple of leaves in the distance waving together as birds flew away but Aizawa watched from the ground as the kid continued running, perfecting the landing and going straight into running to swinging to flying across the tree tips once again.

He couldn't help but smile at the progress the boy had made. Watching as Shinsou turned around, a grin on his face and red cheeks, looking happier then ever.

"You coming or what, Villain?!" He yelled, rather excited and taunting his mentor before running back off when seeing Aizawa's smirk.

The hero quickly chased after him, taking the invitation from the taunting.

Shinsou kept running, but the only thing that played in his head was one phrase.

"Im gonna be a hero"

A/N: this is so cure I fk love it. I dunno if you've ever been so happy that you can finally be and do exactly who/what you wanna be but it feels exactly like this. It's incredible.

[whydoibe]

Ok so this gonna be one of the few what if where I don't absoulty send jay through achese grater again. But spioliers be warned

What if jay never lost his memories he still worked for the administration because he needed a purpose and was bored and the pay was good. Jay would take complete controll of realm reasighnment as the other agents were idiots he made sure each and everyone was put some where safe and sound encouraging arins parents being given a picture of arin to bring him to them he would put them in a small village with others he knew who would be kind. He has hundreds of little trinkets given to him as a little gift making sure thier safe. Than one day he'd saved all the people in non existence and a tiger man would approach him offering him a deal he couldn't refuse taking a copie of the reassigned.

Through out all of this jay would shatter his soul simply because ras never told him the consequences he did it once he hated how he felt after that more volatile sending a letter to arins parents talking about his change in scenery than the tournment would occur jay would not notice the ninja as he was sick the night when the feast occurred unfortunate I know. Than he would being hyped up that little snake kid fraq he liked him ras told him to win and he planed on it he herd who his opponent was nya the master of water his nya vs him this could be fun just a game no need to hurt each other as his eyes met hers he felt a smile form as he ran to hugg her she smilled back hugging him back he felt whole again complete. Looked behind her seeing his friends Cole looked relived Lloyd was smilling so much Zane had a look of joy he think thannya spoke.

"Jay it's you why are u working for ras"

"What you mean u know him" nyas face went still

"JAY THATS THE VILLAN" he looked at her very mad face "did you not listen to anything he said when he was indoctrinating you"

"No, I just wanted an out from the administration I did my part sending people home and to new families and also he said he knew where a kid called arin was I promised he parents to bring him to them" as jay finished nyas eyes went wide as she turned to Lloyd talking to a kid in an orange gi looking so happy. "OK so may the best ninja win"

Nya smilled "yeah, keep up." The fight well it was less of a fight but a race jay flashed with yellow and blue and was standing next to the knife smilling down at shocked nya "OK realy telportation when did you unlock that"

"He when sensis ghost thing brought me to a power source and I touched it" Jay giggled at nyas annoyance grabbing the knife winning the match arena rest as he ran over to lord ras.

"Walker what are u doing" ras yelled

"Quiting and taking fraq and jordana with me" he stated fraq jumping up and down in glee "Oi whoever u are get out of her body" Jay stated seeing jordanas eyes flash with shock and hope

"I don't know what u mean" snickered vioce breaking at multiple points.

"I can sense eltrical signals. I feel when thier being pupteried who ever u are get out of her head now" he seated eyes tighting "or I make you get out" he finished seeing true fear in her eyes but he could feel that wasnt her fear but the thing puttering her head he grabbed her collar and walked away the thing puttering her screaming a hundred words he didn't even know were swears. As followed the ninja asking nya to keep jordana of the ground he ran and hugged Cole tge two imbrasing. He than hugged Zane the cols being comforting after so many years. Hugging his little brother Lloyd who hugged him back.

"Why am I holding jordana" nya asked the teen nearly sitting her finger off

"Becuase that's not jordana that's something pupitering her now to get u out sorry jordna this will hurt" Jay placed his hand on the side of her head lighting sparking "I see u rox no hiding any more now jordana I know u can hear me j want u to run when u see the blue wall and by run run straight into it" Jay finished blue eyes glowing brighter jordana struggling before stopping Jay let her down into the bed to rest

"Why did you save her jay she's responsible" nya demanded

"Responible what could a teenager have dun that's so unforgivable that she needs to be possed" nya looked solom

" she helped ras banish kai to a place we can't reach" Jay turned to nya shock in his eyes

"K-kais gone" it only struck nya that jay didn't know that.