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[heartsteel-heartbeats]

Heartsteel Kayn relationship HCs!

No warnings for this one, you may proceed.

(( Psst! Hey! It’s not explicitly listed that you are also a performer, but you are free to assume that! I like leaving stuff open for ya. Also I may have gone a bit overboard… Sorry! )) ~ OBBY 💗

Before Heartsteel

You’ve been with him before he was kicked out of his old band (maybe even well before he started his music career), so of course, Rhaast was no secret to you. He never was, really. You actually liked Rhaast and loved seeing him just go crazy and do what he wanted without much of a care of the consequences. Kayn figured this is why he was initially drawn to you, because you accepted this part of him.

His band was pretty much the opposite. They held him back extensively because of Rhaast. The situation itself and seeing him lash out time to time made you worried on how much more he could stand being with that group. Some days, you just let him rant to you. You don’t know much on the other members in general besides their names and their roles in the band, but seeing him so frustrated because of them felt like maybe it’s best if you didn’t.

When Kayn did get kicked out, you let him stay around for a bit. A bit eventually became a while. Totally weren’t preparing for this, you made sure there was plenty of room for him. An artist needs his own space after all, though he didn’t exactly pick up his guitar for some time.

It’s been rough for Kayn for a while. He was getting easily irritated over the smallest things and seemed to often get into fights online. You’ve had to keep him off social media more than once before he really made things worse for himself. His reputation has taken quite a hit when he was kicked out, so this was for the best if it means he doesn’t damage further by doing something stupid.

Rhaast, on the other hand, was a bit harder. Rhaast liked to leave a mark, mostly in a physical sense. There were times where you had to stop him from actually getting into serious trouble. It was hard to talk him out of it and sometimes you had to keep him from walking out that door. Doing such a thing did make you feel bad since you’re holding him back almost like his old band did with him, so there were times where you hesitated. Don’t get him wrong though, he knows you’re just worried about his wellbeing.

When he finally did pick up his guitar again, the songs he made were quite clearly targeted towards his old band. Rhaast was going all out and you encouraged that. Of course, these songs never went public for obvious reasons (though Rhaast almost argued with you to upload them somewhere). Hearing songs like these from him were really the one and only times where you can hear just how truly angry he was. Still, you were glad he was letting it out in a way that felt natural to him. Artists letting out their frustrations through songs weren’t uncommon, and most of the ones out there needed to have their listeners read between the lines to understand and see the artist. But you? You didn’t have to. It was all right there in front of you.

Approaching Kayn on the topic itself is rather difficult as he tends to get defensive and dismissive over it, so really, the best you could do was get his mind off of it for a little while. Anything works as long as he was doing something, anything. It didn’t matter what it was.

It’d take quite some time for him to actually come to you for comfort on the matter. When he does though, it was a huge weight off of both of your shoulders. It basically just happened one night, and it was one of those nights for him where his thoughts were keeping him awake. He can’t sleep, you can’t sleep either, so you two just kind of talked for a bit to tire each other out. Eventually, the topic shifts and you can feel his hold on you tighten ever so slightly.

Kayn almost never showed a vulnerable side of him, especially around you. He had his own reasons for that. On the rare occasion that he does, know that it means he trusts you more than anything.

He is happy that you stayed and helped him as long as you did (both being his muse and just supporting him). He makes you aware of it during that night and he does continue to show his appreciation in his own way, whether it’s simply some quality time or even writing a song for you.

Things did eventually calm down and Kayn was beginning to just enjoy doing what he wanted to do again just for the fun of it rather than out of spite. As long as he’s happier now. There’s nothing else to say about his old band.

General stuff between you two

Teasing. So much teasing… He loves your flustered and/or slightly annoyed look when he does it. He finds it adorable.

Kayn can drive but for the love of god never actually let him drive. The chances of getting pulled over and arrested for reckless driving is really high up there. Just let him be in charge of the music, he’ll at least he satisfied with that.

You two still text each other on Discord even if you’re in the same room. He just likes hearing you laugh over what he sends. This does include videos he finds online that he thinks (knows) you’ll laugh to.

Matching hair color! It’s fun, a pain in the ass to get done, but fun. There was a bit of a mess in the bathroom though, and that wasn’t fun to clean.

“Hah! It looks like a murder took place in here!” “I murdered your hair, that’s for sure.” “What?! Are you kidding me? This isn’t the first time you did my hair! It’s perfect!” “Well yeah, but your long hair is gone… I really loved your long hair…” “I mean- It’ll grow back eventually.”

Lunch and dinner sometimes include ordering some food and having it delivered, then eating it in your shared room. Is it healthy food? No, but hey, at least you’re both eating food. If it wasn’t that, then one of you was cooking. Kayn’s cooking is not that bad, but it could be better. Don’t say that though.

Doing each other’s makeup. Although, it started with you wanting to do his and him saying he’ll let you do it if you let him do yours. Now it’s routine.

Playing with his hair. Loves it when you do it. Just him laying his head beside you, or on your chest, with your hands running through his hair. It calms him down and makes him sleepy sometimes. He’ll deny it though.

“Sleepy?” “No.” *literally about to fall asleep* “Sureee.” “Shut up.”

Though there are some nights where one of you can’t fall asleep no matter what you do. Whether it’s insomnia or the other just won’t shut the fuck up (Kayn), at least one of you is still awake. If you feel someone brushing your hair in the middle of the night and giving small pecks, it’s totally not Kayn.

Heartsteel

When Heartsteel found one of his songs and sent him a message, you were okay with him eventually moving in with the group. Kayn has been talking about them for some time, and you think this might be good for him. From what he’s been telling you, these people accept Rhaast. Totally not the one reason why you were okay with it in the first place.

He often texts you about what’s going on and teases you by asking if you miss him. Say no. :) Sometimes complains to you about Yone, but it’s just him being assigned a chore (dish duty).

It does get a bit lonely sometimes now, but he’s happy to be around a group of people that doesn’t push Rhaast away so it doesn’t bother you. Kayn does make up for it by calling you and sometimes dropping by. The second one isn’t often though. Again, gotta keep fans and paparazzi from finding out about your relationship. Although speaking of calls, there were times where you two fell asleep while on call. It usually ends with one of your phones running out of battery.

The group seems to know about you. Yone and Sett has heard of you once or twice, but K’Sante is the one that knows about you the most. According to K’Sante, Kayn talks about you a lot. Ezreal only knows about you cause he got a peak at his phone and saw your name thanks to one of your over night phone calls and he won’t stop asking Kayn about you.

“Dude who’s [name]??? Is that who you’re always talking to all night?” “The hell are you looking in my phone for??!”

Ahem… Kayn did get some relationship advice from K’Sante. Honestly this is exactly why he knows a lot about you from him.

Aphelios only knows about you because of Sett, who then tells Alune.

Kayn tried to keep the music video of Paranoia on the down low so it could surprise you, but he needed to tell you about the dog the moment they picked him up. With that aside, seeing the music video definitely put a smile on your face. He looked like he was having a lot of fun with the new band (you totally saw the Discord calls Aphelios leaked).

[aroaceofthesea]

Why is no one talking about 2 weeks until the 50 years since goncharov anniversary

[charmallows]

least tragic sapphics ♡

(vers. w/o text under the cut ^-^ ↓)

[kasagia]

Second Waltz

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/General Kirigan/The Darkling x fem! inferni! reader Summary: For the Winter Fete, you were supposed to waltz with your friend the tidemaker and at the same time use your Grishas' power to entertain the king, queen and all the other self-righteous nobles. In your wildest dreams, you wouldn't have thought you'd end up dancing with General Kirigan... Nonsense from me: So I saw the post of @angellovelyasfck and got inspired... Warning(s): Darkling is a simp for reader; nobody knows why; he is so in love; matching kefta; author have no idea about dancing, but try to write about it; the reader is afraid of him but drawn to him, like a moth to the fire; Aleksander is a mastermind; Words count: 3,2k Taglist: @aoi-targaryen @morrigan-crowmwell ~•♤♤♤•~ Aleksander Morozova's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~

You looked like a real lady.

If Grishas could be ladies-in-waiting, be respected in Ravka, and have a position of nobility, then women would probably wear such dresses.

You didn't like parties organised by the royal family… well… except for the possibility of eating sweets prepared by royal chefs. It was the only thing that made up for the fact that you and the other Grishas were entertaining the king and his people.

Your powers were displayed as an attraction, a means of entertainment, and while some of you enjoyed the attention they were receiving at the time, others equally abhorred the idea of entertaining Otkazat'sya.

The winter fete was supposed to be like any other for you. You'll put on your festive kefta, sip a sneak peek of champagne, and munch on sweets with your friends.

But it wasn't supposed to be. Because someone figured out that the inferni and the tidemaker will waltz this year using their powers at the same time. Something about a poetic combination of opposites that unite in dance.

Because of this, you stood in the Grand Palace ballroom, looking anxiously around the room as you straightened your dress.

"Nervous?" a soft voice came from behind you. You turned around, sighing in relief, when you saw Genya.

"A little." you admit, calming down as she runs her hand through your hair and smooths the strands of your hair that have managed to come out of the updo she made for you. "I'm a soldier, not a dancer or lady."

Genya giggles. "In this dress, many would disagree with you. You look beautiful even without my touch-ups."

You are blushing. She made sure that you looked… just not like you tonight.

Genya has outdone herself. The dress was blue, sleeveless and strapless, and it went all the way down to the floor. In combination with a blue coat imitating an inferni kefta and a golden belt engraved with the symbol of the Second Army, you looked phenomenal.

Like a Grishas' princess...

"You're only saying this, because you are the one who made that dress."

"Well, it's very obvious." she teases you and taps you lightly on the shoulder. You both giggle, amused.

Suddenly, a ball of fire flashes between you. It misses your head by only a few inches. You wrinkle your nose and send the inferni who shot you a fireball an angry glare. Nobody does anything about it, the fire show continues as if nothing happened.

"What was that?" Genya asks, seeing your exchange of glances with the woman.

"Inferni affairs. Warkov is sent to go through the fold again. She resents that I haven't been there yet, and she's already gone four times. It's not my fault that the general has an aversion to me for some reason, and instead of using my powers in a good way, I have to do… this." you say in disgust, pointing at the dress. You clench your fists at your sides. "I can do more, Genya. I could help our people in fighting or in a battle… but instead, I'm stuck in this damn palace making playthings for the nobility." you add more quietly, making sure only she can hear you.

Genya sighs, looking at you. She strokes your cheek with her thumb, where you have a bit of icing from the cookie you ate earlier.

"I know what you mean. Trust me." you give her a sad look and squeeze her hand. She gives you a small smile. " But believe me… the general has his reasons for keeping you here." before you can say anything to respond or even ask what she means, you see her waving her hand, calling someone. David joins you, smiling at you two. You watch with interest as he steals glances at Genya. "Speaking of the general… there's been a slight change of plans."

"What? What do you mean?" you ask, confused, as you look from one to the other. You tense up at the mere mention of the general.

Suddenly the blue of your dress gives way to a deep, terrifying black. Only General Kirigan could wear this colour, as the only Shadow summoner, Darkling, descended from the Black Heretic. Panicked, you shift your gaze between Genya and David, hoping that this sudden change of colour won't bring you anyone's attention.

"Nya, Dav… it's black. Why did you turn it into black?" you become more and more uneasy when people around you notice the colour you wear.

It's official. General Kirigan will throw you to the volcras for such a disrespectful act.

"Your tidemaker friend was sent on... an important mission." David explains the sudden change of plans.

"What? But we were supposed to dance..." you say, surprised, but Genya cuts you off before you start panicking more about the absence of your friend, with whom you've been practicing this damn waltz and fire and water choreography for months.

"You will dance with the general."

After the red-haired girl utters this sentence, there is a long silence on your part, interrupted by the sounds of other inferni summoning fire. You freeze, completely shocked, refusing to believe that Genya meant what she said. It will be a pure disaster.

"No." you say, shaking your head.

Waltzing with a black general who, for some reason, doesn't recognise your presence in his army wasn't on your to-do list. Not today or ever. You feared this man more than anyone. And whatever you did to him to make him disapprove of your existence and the amount of power that lies dormant within you, you didn't want to be near him to test him even more and risk making him angry.

"Y/N." a woman snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Genya, please no. He hates me. I don't know why, but because of him, I can't do anything useful with my power. I'll step on his toes, and he'll hate me even more. He would kick me out of the Little Palace, and our evenings in the palace kitchen and secret chocolate snacking would be over."

"You eat chocolate without me?" asks a surprised and hurt David, oblivious to the growing panic and desperation inside of you. You can't dance with the general. This will end terribly.

"I'm going with you to stargaze outside the palace grounds. There's one one, David. Which doesn't change the fact that my death is imminent and none of you want to help me."

"For the love of the saints, Y/N, general won't kill you. It is just a dance. Put a smile on your face and try your best, I know you can do it and control yourself."

"What if I set him on fire? Saints, they will hang me for killing the only living Darkling."

"You were right; she is worse than me." David whispers, not quite subtly, to Genya while you're still panicking. You stop and look at him indignantly before answering in complete seriousness.

"I've heard that."

"Good. Now don't panic, the general is coming here." Genya takes David's arm and they run away from you, both discussing something lively.

However, before your brain processes the information and reacts defensively, by running away from where you are standing (preferably to the palace kitchen), you feel his presence behind you.

"Miss Y/L/N." you shiver when you hear his deep voice behind you.

"General." you reply in an unemotional military tone and turn to him after you swallow and calm down a bit.

"I see you already know about... a little change of plans." he says, nodding at your outfit. Only now are you painfully aware that you are facing the Black General, wearing his colors. May the saints receive your poor soul. "Genya and David did wonderful work." he adds. You have a bit of trouble swallowing and keeping your voice steady, but you finally manage to reassure yourself for a moment that you can at least pretend to be cool to the general.

"I... thank you, general... that's all their work." you say, trying to justify your appearance—wearing his colours when he's the only one who can wear them. However... he doesn't seem angry or crazy... and if you were dumber, you'd think he appreciates how good you look in black.

His dark eyes watch you carefully from top to bottom. You feel strange under his watchful gaze, unable to read any emotion from his face. He lingers a little longer on your body before meeting your eyes again.

"Shall we?" he asks, offering you his arm like a true gentleman. You dare not refuse him, so you nod your head and try to control the trembling of your hands as you slip your hand into the crook of his elbow. He leads you both further into the centre of the ballroom. You may notice that the infernis' show is about to end. "You will do everything as in rehearsals. I'll adjust my shadows to your fire to make it look as coherent as possible."

"Yes, general." you nod to him, having no idea how he wants to combine your fire and his shadows. But you have other problems on your mind now.

Like the hateful glare from Warkov. She's brave enough to 'accidentally' send another small fireball your way. Only your quick reflexes keep you from getting burned. The general looks at you, intrigued. But you pay no attention to him, too busy fighting to look at the inferni who hates you. The Darkling notices this and looks at the woman carefully. And if you looked at him, you'd see him nod to Ivan in Warkov's direction with a clear sign of investigating the matter between the two of you.

Inferni show ends. Your heart is beating like crazy with stress, knowing that now you will have to dance with the general. The darkling gives you a half-smile at your nervousness and grabs your hand as you both head to the center. He stands in front of you and, without letting go of your hand, says:

"We can find a light in the darkness… but not only from the sun or moon. But from something that we have around us that is as dangerous and unpredictable as it is beautiful and mesmerizing. Light isn't the only thing that dispels darkness. It is also the fire."

And with this, he joined hands, plunging the ballroom into complete darkness. The orchestra begins to play the melody you know, to which you have spent bloody hours learning the steps and memorising the moments when you are supposed to summon fire.

Only this time, it's not just going through the steps. No. This time, you feel something. Strange electricity as the general puts his hand on your waist and grabs your hand, pulling you closer than necessary. You begin to move around the room.

You light up the two of you with your fire, making you the only people visible in the dark room. And for some strange reason, you can't take your eyes off the general's dark irises, which stare at you as if they want to pierce your soul. His eyes glow from the flames of fire you let out, making it even harder to look away from him.

At one point, he takes away his shadows. The two of you are in full view, as is the crowd around you, but all you can look at is each other. His shadows travel with your fire, enhancing its brilliance.

You don't even notice when you start making your own modifications to the fire choreography, letting the balls and flames dance around the tiny shadows the general casts. You feel like all you can think about is a man holding you in his arms and watching you intently as if you were the only person in the whole world.

At one point, you are so overwhelmed by his gaze that you look away from him to the fire that is circling around you. You pull away from him slightly, so you don't rub against each other with every stop. You wonder why the general trusts you with enough power to dance with you so close to the fire but won't let you leave the walls of the Little Palace.

His hand on your waist pushes you gently back towards him, snapping you out of your thoughts. You turn your surprised look towards him.

"I don't bite, little flame… not unasked." he takes the opportunity to whisper in your ear. It takes your breath away for a moment. You wonder what the hell happened to him.

For the first time, you enjoy the hot fire around you… at least it's a way to explain to people why you blush lightly in his arms.

He spins you around, and as you land in his arms again, you notice that the colour of his kefta has changed with the heat of your fire. The black threads that decorate his kefta turn red. Your jaw would drop if you were alone.

You feel his hands on you more and more, despite how much material you have on you. The intensity of his gaze warms you more than the flames that dance with you around the two of you.

You don't know why his presence affects you so much. You don't know where the fear you felt before has gone. All you can do is let him guide you as he holds you securely in his arms and draws you close to him. Looking into his dark eyes makes all thoughts in your head disappear. It's just you and him.

And only the saints know how you manage to keep summoning fire without burning the two of you.

To your relief, the waltz comes to an end. However, instead of letting go of your waist and grabbing your hand to turn you around, Kirgan lets go of your hand. He lifts you with one arm around your waist and spins you around, keeping you close to him.

You melt in his arms. If you didn't know what it was about the attention he gave you before, you were completely lost now, feeling his strong muscles all around you. Your heart was beating like wildfire, and your cheeks were even hotter.

And a careful observer would have noticed how your fire got fed off by the general's sudden movement. And Kirigan was a very careful observer. So he gave you a quick, cheeky, smug smirk.

Your behaviour did not escape Genya and Fedyor. They looked at each other knowingly and whispered something conspiratorially to each other before Ivan hushed them.

Kirigan has put you safely on the ground. Flames and shadows disappeared around you. People started clapping. You were about to run from the middle of the room when a strong grip on your hand stopped you. The general leaned over and kissed your hand, not taking his eyes from you for even a moment.

You hold your breath and blush even more. His beard gently tickles your hand. The general's lips gently caress your skin, and you can't help but imagine how they would feel somewhere else...

The general reluctantly releases your hand and strokes it with his thumb. "I'm looking forward to the next dance, little flame." he whispers, so only you can hear him.

He releases your hand and walks away from you. You suddenly miss his closeness and the intoxicating scent of his perfume… but you're not distracted enough to sneak out of the ballroom at the first chance you get.

Your hand burns pleasantly where his mouth was a moment ago. And for the first time since you arrived at the Little Palace, you're looking forward to the next winter fete.

You went to the balcony to get some rest. The cool night air hits your skin. You lean against the railing and stare at the ground in front of you. You have a perfect view of the Little Palace from here.

You close your eyes and enjoy the night air. Suddenly, you feel a presence behind you. And loud footsteps make you realize that the general is specifically alerting you to his presence. You know if he wanted to, he'd sneak up on you silently.

You turn around and lean against the railing. "General." your soft whisper echoes across the balcony so clearly that the loud music doesn't prevent him from hearing you.

"Captain Y/L/N." he replies, taking a step towards you. He is standing next to you, looking at the terrain in front of you. "You are a good dancer." he praises you without looking at you.

"Thank you, General, but you were the one who mainly led our dance."

"Then let me appreciate that you never stepped on my toes. Believe me, it's a great feat; I've danced too many times not to know it." you can't help but giggle at his words. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him staring at you. He turns to you and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. "The way you manipulate fire... how you guide it, create shapes, and intensify the flame at will... few can do what you do. Rarely do I see such self-awareness and composure in an Inferni."

"However, I am not fit enough to use my powers anywhere other than within the walls of the Palace." you say before you can think it over. You're biting your tongue too late. Now all you can do is watch him, hoping he won't punish you for making such a bold accusation against him.

"You must forgive me, little flame… it's all my selfishness." he says tenderly, completely confusing you.

"What?"

"Let me show you." he says, and before you can ask anything else, he leans in and kisses you.

His hand on your cheek and lips, which caresses yours so tenderly, warms you better than any fire you could summon. You lean into his touch and feel yourself melting with every tactical, combined movement of his mouth and hand. You could control the flames… but he could do much more than just control the shadows. He played you perfectly.

At the moment, you were enjoying it more than you were worried.

Much to your displeasure, he moved away from you. He stroked your cheek with his thumb and whispered. "I can't wait to dance with you again." he licked his lips, looking at your own. His gaze came back to your eyes. "You look lovely in black, by the way." he adds, before wishing you good night and walking away like nothing happened.

Of course, before he left the balcony door, he gave you one last mischievous look. And standing there, warm from his kiss alone, with red cheeks and tingling lips, you knew he did it on purpose... that he made you want more.

The next day, you are forced to wear your blue kefta again. You would never think that wearing his colours would be so pleasant. Neither that the inferni who hated you and rebelled other people against you will be permanently moved to Kribirsk... or that you'll wake up in a room filled with your favourite flowers and an invitation to dinner with the general.

Maybe the waltzes weren't so bad after all.

[theidiotwhowrites]

Workplace Weirdo

Warning; Fluff

You Have Been Warned

Click, Clack, Click

Made the sound of your shoes as you walked through the halls of Gotham's Police Department.

Rumor has it that working in the GCPD wasn't easy and it was quite the work load given Gotham's extremely high crime rate but you transfered to there anyhow.

It was your first day on the job as the new detective in town and you felt a mix of confidence and anxiety.

The mistakes you could make running through your mind, trying to ignore the tightening felling in your chest.

Your eyes glanced at the busy officers and of course the one's who don't care at all.

The dark and dampness of the building made your bad feeling worse, mixed with unfamiliar sounds.

Bearly any sun shined out of the windows and the celling lights flicker and blink aggressively, giving you a headache.

After a while of looking for you office, you finally found it, it's as you expected, sad looking.

You move to place your box with the things you own, accidentally bumping into someone.

The box drops from your hands.

"Oh-oh my, I am so sorry, I didn't mean too."

The man in front of you apologized profusely, fiddling with his hands.

Strands of his hair falls on to his face, picking up the light box and handing to back to you, You thank him.

You put down the piece of cardboard on a table, wipe off your clothes that somehow got dust on them.

He shyly picks up his glasses from the ground, putting them on.

"I wasn't really paying attention-" You cut him off.

"It's fine, don't worry about it." Your hands get a hold of his glasses frames, fixing them on his face.

"That's much better" you say with a smile.

Little did you know this would be the start of a long lasting friendship, and maybe something more.

After you settled in, the days that go by had only been stressful mornings and exhausted nights, but at least you had one person to brighten the dullness, even by a little, or in this case, a lot, given the fact that you found an envelope addressed to you paired with a red rose on your desk.

When you open the envelope, you find a letter with the words

"I am available in thousands of colors. Each color symbolizes different aspects of love. I am used to celebrate new beginnings and express heartfelt goodbyes. What am I?"

The green of the writing contrasting with the plain white of the background, You smile while reading it, glancing at the rose...

[linkeduniverse-writing]

General LU Headcanons part 1

Heya! So I'm starting this blog with some general headcanons about the boys, I think I'll divide it in three parts so it's not too long. First up are Four, Hyrule, and Legend! Hope you enjoy :D

Part 2 Part 3

Four

It takes him so long to emerge from sleep

Like he'll be in a haze for like 20 minutes, not able to form any coherent thoughts

Which is kind of a surprise because he's one of the early risers, and is super reactive once fully awake

He tends to talk to himself a lot, mostly when he does something or thinks through a problem

It's mostly to exteriorize all the noise inside his head tho

The others aren't as weirded out by it than he feared, and he's thankful for it

Whenever they're in a market or just in a town, he always finds himself drawn to craftsmanship

Like if they need to interrogate people about monsters and stuff, he'll go ask artisans mostly

He feels more comfortable around them

It feels like home

Also he likes to compare his work to other blacksmith's

He feels like he has a lot to learn still, and he's very curious about how the craft has evolved with time

He doesn't know first aid and the scent of blood makes him sick, but if his teammates need tending he'll do his best

He tries to see their wounds as metal work needing repairs

It helps him keep his cool

But he'd rather leave it to someone else

Hyrule

Another early riser, but he hates it

He loves sleeping in and wishes his body would let him sometimes

But oh well, when it's time to wake up it's time to wake up

He's a very light sleeper too, like the wind blowing in the leaves above would wake him up

He hates it

Botany nerd

Loves keeping track of the new plants he finds along the way

He always asks the Link from the Hyrule they're in if he knows about it, and will pick them up if he can't get an answer, to study them later hopefully

He rarely can, but when they have a moment he'll either find a plant book (and a Link who can read it for him) or straight up ask someone if they know about the plant

He's always so polite and genuinely curious, people can't help but answer

He accidentally set Sky's stuff on fire once when showing off his fire magic to Wind

Sky was too impressed to truly be mad at him tho

(Also Hyrule replaced all of the stuff that couldn't be repaired, don't ask him how)

He doesn't mind blood and grime and gore, but can't handle anything with maggots in it

He'll stitch up anything, he'll put bones back in place if necessary, but one bug? In a wound? Don't count on him

He can keep his calm even before the grossest injuries, which is why he's often fixing up the others after a fight

He rarely uses his healing magic tho, he knows he'll tire too easily, and he can't help them if he can barely stay awake

So potions potions potions

He's a gentle caregiver but you better do as he says when you're hurt

Legend

A heavy sleeper, and he dreams a lot, but he never remember them

Probably for the best if you ask him

He usually wakes late, but never truly rested unfortunately

That never stoped him from being immediately efficient and fully awake tho

He knows he has a reputation of being sharp and closed off, but he's a really good listener

He's the kind of person curse the world with you when you vent until you're in the right headspace to find a solution

He kind of encourages the others in their dumbest ideas just to see what'll happen

(not the too dangerous ones, of course)

But he's curious, and after all the adventures he's been through, he believes that if he survived all of this, surely Wild will survive trying to cook a bomb flower

He did, but Twilight almost died of stress

He's the one who helps Warrior with refilling their inventory when they're low on supplies

He's a great negotiator and can get them twice the supplies for the same price

He's sometimes even charming enough to get them all a free meal

It's his favorite skill

He doesn't mind blood but will not look at broken limbs

Not his own, not other's

He tries to keep his cool around the others to not make them panic, but he really hates broken bones

If one of them is hurt, he'll try to distract them and make sure they have water and enough heat

He'll also keep them in place if they move around too much for Hyrule or Warrior to work on them

He's not gentle, but he's still reassuring somehow

[cheshirelearell]

Love You to The Moon and Back // Chapter One - Game

Eventual Dad Chishiya with Mute Child Reader - Platonic Only

2.5k+ Words

Warnings for this chapter - Typical Alice in borderland violence, Death, a child will be in this situation if that makes you uncomfortable, if I’ve missed any please let me know <3

Summary - In a world like the borderlands, you wouldn’t expect a child to have made it so far. Yet when her mother gets killed and she’s left with only him, it’s only natural Chishiya is who she chooses to stick by.

Or,

Chishiya takes in a child.

Authors Note // Yet again, this is strictly platonic!! NO romance whatsoever between Chishiya and reader! Reader is a child!! This is purely for some much needed (eventual) comfort and fluff with Chishiya as a dad in the borderlands. :)) This is also my first ever fic! Honestly, I didn't expect it to be so long. I'm so excited for this and I hope that its actually good. Please, please, please leave any constructive criticism, anything you think I need to improve on, any grammar mistakes or anything like that, and feel free to reblog or like it will be very much appreciated, and please, let me know if you like it and want more :) <3

Italics can be readers thoughts :)

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In total, Y/n would say there were about ten people altogether that arrived for this game. They were all gathered in a reception room, nothing fancy, just a standard hotel in Tokyo. Everyone here had a phone, now waiting for the game to commence. Twelve people were allowed to join, however only two minutes remained, so the chances of any others joining were slim.

Her mother stood beside her, desperately clutching her long skirts and hoping this game would be kind to them. Y/n was tucked behind her mother's leg, her head reaching the height of her mother's hip, peeking out behind to view the other participants. There were two high school kids opposite them, a boy and a girl, the former rather tall. They seemed rather close to each other. Both muttering to the other and eyes glancing around nervously at everything, like they'd never been in a game before.

An older man, with tattoos peeking out of his button-down shirt, stood leaning with his arms crossed in the corner of the room closest to the glass doors. His hair seemed to be thinning in some places and turning a darkish grey. A permanent frown and furrowed brows remained stuck on his face the entire time he'd been here.

On the other side of the glass doors was another woman around her mother's age. Small rectangle glasses perched on her nose, bag and phone clutched to her chest. Her trembling gave way to the fact this could also be her first game, or maybe her second.

Going past where Y/n and her mother were standing and towards the front of the receptionists' desk were three guys. They were almost huddled together, two of them standing straight and the other leaning against the wooden dark oak counter. They all seemed rather calm, emitting a more wanting-to-get-this-done-and-over-with vibe. All of them were wearing some kind of swimwear with vests and beach sandals. The handle of what appeared to be a gun was poking out from the top of their shorts. None of them seemed to be in any rush to hide it either. Each of them had a tag or wrist band of some kind on their arms as well, marked with numbers that Y/n was just too far away to read.

On the other side of the desk, leaning on the wall and standing in front of the hallway, was another guy. He was wearing a white hoodie over his head, face tilted down and hands in his pockets. Blonde white-ish strands of hair were peeking out of his hood, covering his face. If Y/n had to vote, she'd say he looked the calmest out of everyone here.

REGISTRATION IS NOW CLOSED.

PLEASE WAIT FOR THE GAME TO COMMENCE.

It felt like the atmosphere had shifted in the room. Everyone was standing fully now, preparing themselves for whatever they were going to have to participate in.

Hoodie guy, decidedly the man's name in Y/n's head, pulled a hand from out of his pocket. He glanced up while taking out what she recognised as an earphone. He was listening to music?

Her mother glanced down nervously at her, putting a hand on the back of Y/n's head and gently brushing. Y/n looked up at her mother before tucking her face behind her legs and against her skirts, like how she was before.

GAME - LOCK AND KEY.

DIFFICULTY - 7 OF DIAMONDS.

This time the shift was more obvious. People were relieved, not having to participate in a hearts game. But also, apprehensive. Diamond games were difficult, as they required some form of actual intelligence, especially one's rated higher in the deck.

RULE - THERE ARE FIVE ROUNDS. BEFORE THE END OF EACH ROUND, YOU MUST HIDE FOR THE TWO MINUTE INTERVAL. A HUNTER WILL BE RELEASED DURING THE TWO MINUTES.

IF FOUND IT RESULTS IN A GAME OVER. YOU MUST COLLECT 5 KEYS THAT ARE HIDDEN WITHIN THE FIRST FLOOR ONLY. UNLOCK THE NUMBER HIDDEN AND SPEAK ALLOWED FOR A GAME CLEAR.

CLEAR CONDITION - FIND THE MISSING KEYS AND UNLOCK THE HIDDEN NUMBER WITHIN THE TIME LIMIT.

Her mother breathed out shakily beside her, still brushing over her hair. The older man in the corner started to shift his way towards the middle of the room. The two high schoolers glanced at each other before shuffling along as well. The older woman in the other corner also decided on moving, before the voice called out again.

TIME LIMIT IS 60 MINUTES.

The countdown appeared on everyone's phones.

GAME START.

The first people to move was the group in the corner that were wearing swimming shorts and sandals. One of them started to speak, saying "This should be easy enough, a seven of diamonds? I've had more exciting games than this." Y/n's mother pulled her closer as the group made their way towards the hallway, weary of not just the words, but also, the guns they had taken out and now playing around with. "Yeah? What about that hunter guy?", "Relax Souta. We don't have these guns just for show, do we? Look, all we have to do is hide like the game says and when he comes along..." He made a loud banging sound, mimicking the gun while carelessly aiming it at the terrified high school students. Y/n and her mother flinched back in shock, as well as the older woman to the right of them still in the corner. The group of swim shorts made their way down the hallway and past the hoodie guy, laughing all the while and pushing each other about in a laughable show of confidence.

The older guy with the thinning hair scoffed at them, yet made his way hastily behind the group, as if they would offer him protection from the inevitable threat.

Hoodie guy pulled his hood down and glanced with disdain after the group, now much farther away. Y/n could now see, just barely behind her mother's skirt, his face.

Cat-like eyes scanned about the rest of the room's participants, kind of like he was sizing them up in a way. His eyes stopped on Y/n, still curled behind her mother, yet staring back at him with what could only be described as wonder. Her eyes are big and gazing, now wondering about his hair. It was just past his shoulders, curling in slightly at the ends with two front pieces separate from the rest that was tucked behind his ear. She could now see his roots that have been growing in, maybe from his time spent here in this world, displaying that his hair had been dyed. He raised an eyebrow at her and tilted his head slightly, probably wondering how a child could still be alive. Maybe he came to the conclusion that this was her first game. However, that wouldn't have made much sense. The mother and child's body language said so. Looking more cautious and worried, for good reason, but yet not confused or lost unlike the other middle-aged woman in the corner and the bumbling pair of high schoolers.

So clearly not their first game, maybe their second or even third, fourth if they were lucky enough. Which is true, this would be their third game if they managed to complete it. Hoodie guy turned and started making his way down the corridor, towards the rooms that would house the keys. The two high schoolers looked reluctant to make their way down after the others, yet they still shuffled their way over, arms clutched in each other's embrace. Eyes now shifting between their phone screen and where they were going.

Y/n's mother crouched down in front of her, brushing her hands over her face and hair, "It's okay, it's okay. We'll get through this together. It's just like hide and seek, hm?" Her smile was trembling and twitching in all the ways a forced smile could, terror clear in her eyes for the both of them. Y/n reluctantly nodded, gazing silently at her mother until she eventually got up and wrapped their hands tight together. The older woman in the corner chose that moment to speak, "Uhm... Excuse me?" She bowed, a quick dip of her head. "Is... Is this really true? No, no pranks or, or tricks? I mean, where did everyone in Tokyo go? I hadn't been able to find any others for the entire day until I found here!" Starting off reluctant and wobbly before working her way up to almost frantic. Her first game then.

Y/n's mother responded in kind, trying to calm the woman down and explain as best she could with the little knowledge she had. On the other hand, Y/n was able to view the reception room better now that the others weren't around to intimidate her. It was the standard reception room, creamy marble walls, a few artsy paintings, and the wooden reception desk. And on top of the desk were five black boxes all lined up perfectly with silver locks shimmering in the little light provided. Coming from the bulb in the middle of the room. Each lock looked unique to each other, complicated in ways only the right key could help with. 

Looking down at the phone clutched in her smaller fingers the time read 56:55. Tugging on her mother's hand to get her attention she gestured to the phone. "Yes, hide, we need to hide." Now her mother was almost frantic, she started darting forward heading towards and down the hallway the others had taken. Glancing back towards the older woman, Y/n sees that she isn't far behind them.

The hallway opens up to a much bigger area, doors lined up on either side with some already open. Glancing in them on their way past Y/n can see the two school kids, shuffling around hesitantly in their room, looking around for either a place to hide or for the keys. The next person Y/n sees, hoodie guy, is crouched over by the bed in front of the little nightstand in his room. Fiddling with a small wooden box with what looks like two paper clips bent out of shape. He's focused on the simple lock that's on the front of the box, an even smaller clear box rests beside him with other paper clips in. The smirk that paints his face looks more arrogant than anything else, as though this is the easiest thing for him, not even a hint of fear or worry for when he inevitably needs to hide.

In the other door open on the other side of the hallway Y/n could see the swimming group and the older man in one room together. The older man looks to be rifling through some cabinets on one side of the room while the group opposite him were preparing to hide under the beds. Y/n's mother led her past the open doors and opened the one next to the hoodie man's room.

I need to find a better name than hoodie man, Y/n thought.

Looking down at her phone it showed 55:28. Y/n's mother quickly pulled them both over to the middle of the room. The carpet was patterned by small, long lines, stretching from one side of the room to the other, coloured in a dusty grey shade. On the right side of the room were two beds placed near each other.

The covers were white with a black bed frame. Opposite the beds was a built-in counter and above that a flat screen TV, little trinkets were placed on the surface below. A room chair with two cushions was placed facing the beds in one corner and a tall, slim cupboard was placed directly to the right of when they first walked in. The bathroom was at the far end of the room with the chair, the door shut.

"Excuse me, are we going to be hiding now? Shouldn't... Shouldn't we be looking for the keys?" The older woman hesitantly asked as she entered behind them. Y/n, still holding onto her mother's hand, shook her head adamantly. Just as the older woman was beginning to speak, Y/n gently tugged on her mother's hand, pulling her to the counter below the TV. Spaced out on it was a small, empty notebook as well as a pot with two pens and a sharpened pencil. She released her mother's hand, pulling both a pen and the paper towards her, and she began to write.

Y/n drew a sequence of numbers in a patterned order, marked out as 60-50-48-38-36-26-24-14-12-2-0. Marked at the end, pointing towards the last two numbers were the shaky words of 'Hunter?' and 'Game over?'. She seemed to be torn between the two. Would the hunter still go after them when all five rounds were over? Did that mean they could still win the game in the two minutes left? Is the hunter what deals them the game over or would it still be the red beams? This was a lot to think about for her head. She was beginning to develop a headache.

Seeing her child's furrowed brow and frustrated face made Y/n's mother bend down, looking at what she wrote. "Is this the timing's Y/n? Of each round?" Y/n could only nod in response, going back to holding her mother's hand tightly when she stood up, still holding onto the sheet she drew. The older woman seemed to let out a sigh of relief, "Oh thank goodness. At least we know when we can safely look around now.", giving Y/n a small reluctant smile. She offered a shy one back, folding up her piece of paper and tucking it inside her front overall pocket with the phone that now read 50:47.

Y/n's mother then hurried them over to the far side of the bed, closest to the window. Crouching down she hastily whispered, "We'll hide under here, we'll be safe here.

Go on, get as far back as you can darling, okay?" Y/n once again only nodded and ducked down, crawling to the head of the bed against the wall where she curled in on herself, her mother not far behind. Where Y/n was shrouded by the shadows of the bed, her mother was more exposed. Only being able to lay flat in the centre of the bed, as curled into herself as she could get.

The older lady had copied them under the other bed, doing the same as her mother did. Y/n clutched her phone tightly in her pocket, trying her best to conceal the bright light it emitted. As she glanced back up to her mother, who could only pray they weren't found, Y/n hoped that there wouldn't be any casualties this time, for seeing the bodies of previous people in their last game were enough. It didn't help that they were kind too.

50:03.

50:02.

50:01.

A shrill buzzer sounded from above and everything went quiet. Taking shallow breaths, the sound of Y/n's heart was all she could here. No one dared move, not even a peep. Time seemed to drag on far longer than first thought possible. There was no telling if the hunter was about to strike. They didn't even know what it was, was it an animal? Was it another person? Did they have weapons, or did they just have to find you for it to be game over?

Y/n's questions were soon answered when a piercing shriek bellowed. Beginning to tremble in place, her mother carefully reached out a hand to try and comfort her distraught daughter. The sounds that followed were going to accompany them to their graves. Along with the shriek they could only guess came from the high school girl, was the sound of gunfire. Footsteps started a second later, the sounds of the high school boy charging down the hallway while frantically sobbing and yelling. They stopped soon after as an awful, gurgling sound seemed to fill the room they were in, a thud taking its place not long after.

Thumping footsteps stretched on as the hunter made his way past their room, down the corridor, dwindling from earshot. No one dared move, not after the horrific sounds they'd been subjected to. Another shrill buzz rang out, startling Y/n into bumping her head on the frame above.

Her mother slowly pulled out her phone and glanced down at it. 47:23.

[katcci]

Number 1

[thrasheraxe]

Ahhh, what a thrill!! 🙈✨

I wanna request a James/Reader story. The reader is biologically female, but is gender fluid but usually likes to be treated like a boy.

The story would be about his first time. It would start out soft and end up rough.

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Thanks and sorry for my English. 🤧

hetfield x gender fluid reader

weee woo!! thank you for this one!! im not gender fluid myself but ill give it my best go!!🫶

thinking current james and these images because DUHHH

cw: smut, talk of gender identity, virginity, age difference

prompt: genderfluid reader who is an illustrator working at the park one day, when they come across garage owning James, unbeknownst to the reader he was also in a local band

sitting on a park bench watching the world go by and drawing the scenery around you was one of your favourite ways to relax. there was no judgement there, dressed in a baggy hoodie and jeans you had no fear. even if you were masc presenting today its not like strangers would notice or even care, they just thought of you as some guy on the park bench and that made you happy.

coming out as genderfluid had been hard on you, it wasn't easy to find anyone so accepting or even just understanding, so you'd take your comfort elsewhere. it was no small feat and it was even harder to find like minded individuals, you often thought of others like you and wished to make them not feel as alone as you did.

you almost didn't notice the larger man approaching you, headphones in and staring intently at the forest line trying to capture every detail. he pats you on the shoulder lightly, an older gentleman something you weren't expecting. most of the interaction you'd had at this place was from sweet old ladies who would ask for the time.

cigar in hand and a cowboy hat on his head (which was out of place for the city but it worked for him), he stared down at you with his piercing blue eyes and a bright smile while you took out your earphones. a slight confused expression as you spoke softly.

"uhm..hello?"

"oh sorry darl, didn't mean to spook you, i was just strolling past and noticed your drawings, they are very impressive, can i take a look?" his voice was soft and calming. hesitantly you passed him the sketchpad sheets you were working on.

“wow…i mean wow..” he strokes his finger over the linework lightly, just adoring it. his smile is still bright and as you look at him, you realise this man is stunningly beautiful. even this is enough to make you blush.

“this is fantastic, you work as an illustrator?”

“n-no, it’s mainly something i keep to myself, i uh, work in retail.” you cringe at your own words sounding meek and uninteresting.

“well…can you draw anything or are you just into nature?” his tone kind as he looked directly at you. he had no judgement at all.

“uh yeah i mean i can always try can’t i?”

“well, i actually run an autoshop, and ive been looking for something to spruce up the walls a bit, you think you’d be able to design something for me? not for free of course”

you grin at his suggestion, the mere thought alone of someone enjoying your work was insane but now wanting to pay for it? it was some sort of blasphemy in your eyes.

“of course! i could do that. could probably get it done in a few hours”

“amazing, thank you sweetheart, james by the way. if you think you could get something done that quick, why don’t you come by the Luxe downton? my band is actually playing there.”

He had a huge grin on his face and he was clearly proud of himself for that subtle mention. his gaze not leaving your eyes.

“yeah that’d be really fun.” you smile sheepishly and nod. you also pause and tell him your name with a laugh, realising you’d neglected to mention it.

“great see you at eight” still with that grin on his face, he winks and walks off leaving you in awe of this mysterious and handsome individual.

it didn’t take you long to get home and in the fully lit presence of your desk, bubbling with inspiration you sketch up something. it was nice, in a weird way he’d inspired you with his compliment but you kept it simple. this was for a stranger after all, a simple sketch of an old ‘67 chevy impala, carefully shaded in and small subtle details. you sign your name and get ready for the night, time escaping you faster than you’d thought.

as you arrived, hair done and settling with a slightly nicer combination of jeans and a button up, you plop yourself down at the bar looking out for james. it wasn’t until the first notes of an unfamiliar song that you see him on the stage, he gives you a subtle smile and a nod.

you sat there taking in the environment and enjoying the set they played, bopping your head along and nursing a drink. his voice was actually quite spectacular which added to your already slight attraction to this man.

after he had finished, he made his way over to you, beer in hand with a grin.

“hey there sweetheart.”

“hi” you answer nervously, quick to reach for your bag and grab the drawing out of it, meticulously glued to a piece of card and protected by a sleeve as not to damage it. he takes it out of your hand and with one look his eyes widened.

“wow! this is…amazing…thank you so much, darlin’, let me know how I can repay you?”

you smile brightly and shake your head, a slight blush creeping onto your cheeks

“no, no. that’s okay! i actually had a lot of fun, it was nice to work on something different for a change.”

“least let me buy you a drink, sweetheart?”

“that’d be really nice, thank you”

for the next few hours you’d spent time drinking together, you both talked about his band, your ambitions, your identity since he was very curious. he asked a lot of questions, respectfully of course and you answered them with grace. his willingness to learn made you feel a bit fuzzy inside as no one had ever treated you that way.

you find yourself getting over your aversion to eye contact, willingly staring into his eyes as he spoke about his hobbies and his musical influences. he notices your stare and grins to himself. taking a mental note, he changes the subject to loved ones and is surprised to hear you’ve never dated anyone. you were young sure, but he didn’t expect you to have no experience atall.

“really? thats…interesting.”

“are you making fun of me?” you say raising your eyebrow and glaring playfully. feeling the buzz from the last few drinks.

“no…no. just something crossed my mind is all. shouldn’t’ve but it did” he says softly, his body language a bit more serious and he looked slightly embarrassed.

you look at the time on your phone, 1 am. you’re feeling buzzed and james is looking very fine, screw it. you move closer and sit next to him, thighs pressed to one another and your face flushed. so what if it was your first time? this man was too beautiful to pass on.

“jealous are we james?”

your sudden confidence and proximity threw him for a loop, his eyes flitting between yours and your lips. “pardon?”

“you heard me. jealous? wishing it was your cock buried deep inside me? giving me that wonderful feeling for the first time?”

“fuuck…you don’t waste any time do you?”

“guess i’m just feeling a bit out there and lucky tonight, james.”

the way you kept saying his name made him squirm in his seat, the thought of you sat on his lap, fucking like rabbits and him giving you your first time was overwhelming. when suddenly he stood, held out his hand and not saying anything.

you take it gracefully, grinning to yourself. the reality of the situation not quite kicking in yet as the alcohol made you feel fuzzy. he pulls you to his side, snaking an arm around your waist, chucking some money on the table and walking like a man on a mission.

15 minutes later and a tense taxi drive, where he’d been struggling not to take you right there or even just touch you a little bit, you arrive at a hotel. he rushes you in, holding onto you as if you’d run off if he let go. the silence was deafening.

in the elevator, he just looked down at you with a grin, a gentle hand coming up to lift your chin, his eyes piercing into you once again as he finally spoke.

“you really wanna go through with this?”

“more than anything.”

a moment later his lips were pressed against yours, kissing you deeply, hands nestled at the small of your back. you kiss him back with a little more force, the heat in the room rising. he begins to trail soft kisses down your neck before biting ever so slightly at the crook.

“oh fuck..”

he laughs heartily hearing you curse under your breath and brings a hand to your chin again, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip and tapping at as if he was mimicking something in his own mind.

“you’ve got such pretty lips, know that?”

too distracted by his gaze at your lips, you fail to answer as you bring tour own hands up his sides slipping under his shirt and scratching at his back in need, producing a breathy groan from his own lips. his head tilting back slightly as he felt your nails dig into his flesh.

you take this moment to start kissing his neck, your own body trembling at this point as you’d never really gotten past a small kiss with anyone before. he could definitely tell, by the way your lips moved hesitantly along his neck, awkwardly sucking and biting at random areas. a furious red blush on your face and your brows knotted together in concentration.

he shook his head and laughed, lifting your face away with his hand.

“let me show you sweetheart.”

his lips trailed your neck, finding that sweet spot and at first he just places sweet kisses there, slowly but surely he takes a little bit of skin in between his lips and nibbles, letting you feel each sensation. soft whimpers escaped your lips as he moved, taking this as a sign he bit harder. you let out a moan and grip his shoulders lightly.

“you like that hun? so cute” he purred in your ear. the ding of the elevator pulling you both out of this heated moment. you break apart and stare up at him, the swift transition of him grabbing you and ending up in the hotel room, clothes being tugged at during another heated makeout session makes your head spin

heart racing you look at him with doe eyes. which makes him curse under his breath and compose himself. sitting back on his knees.

“cmere pretty boy, lets take this your pace huh darl?”

you nod, that nervous feeling welling up inside, sitting up you start to unbutton his shirt, trailing your fingers down his exposed chest and placing kisses there. appreciative groans leaving his lips as he caresses your neck with his thumb. need building up inside himself now, he was struggling at how teasingly slow this was moving. if it was any other person, he would’ve just pinned them to the wall and fucked them violently chasing his own high. but even though you were pretty much a stranger to him, he didn’t want you to regret this. you were so sweet looking and nervous.

eventually after extended amounts of strained eye contact and lustful gazes you make your way to his jeans, unbuckling his belt as he stroked through your hair with his big hand. you pull the fabric down and gasp at the way his cock bounces back, hitting his stomach and throbbing, dripping with precum. he takes it his hands and strokes it a few times, thumbing over the tip, collecting the liquid.

he grins and offered his thumb to you.

“wanna taste it darl?”

“yes” you say tentatively taking it and sucking the tip. with a groan he watches you swirl your tongue around it, cursing under his breath.

“fuck can’t take it any longer, i need you baby, that okay?”

you don’t say anything, just start tugging his jeans down completely, you focus on your own and then pull him on top of you, fiercely making out with him, whimpers escaping your lips.

he sits back up and pulls your thighs apart, gently stroking through your folds, his hands glistening with your wetness.

“need it james…please”

he groans at the sounds you make and your desperate words. he doesn’t take a breath before lining up with your entrance, looking at you for approval. you nod and he leans over stroking your cheek sweetly.

“this gonna hurt a little bit okay? just relax for me, you’re doing so good already ,pretty boy.”

before you can react, he pushes just the tip in, letting you adjust as he stares down at you. you hiss in pain and grip his shoulder tightly, a yelp escaping your lips. he peppers kisses along your jaw and neck, speaking softly

“it’s okay, i know i know. breathe sweet boy, we can just stay like this a moment, yeah?”

one big hand drifts down to your clit, circling slowly and applying some pressure. your head tips back slightly letting out a strained moan.

“ready, james. just do it…please?”

barely able to control himself, he continues working with one hand, the other gripping your hip as he pushes himself to the hilt.

“fuck!” you moan loudly, with his accompanying groan, he starts to move, slowly and gently holding you. it takes you a minute to get used to the feeling but when you do, your body trembles all over, frantic moans escaping your lips. he strokes your hair and keeps kissing your neck tenderly.

“god you feel so fucking good darl, so good…”

his words send you into overdrive, feeling the need for more, you buck against him. your teeth find its way to his shoulder and you bite down, whispering pleas. his demeanour switches, seemingly not being able to control himself at feeling you clench down on him. so soft and warm, he just starts moving faster, his hips stuttering, watching your face to make sure it’s okay.

“fuck…yes…shit…james…feels so good” your words escaping as whines as you stare up at him. you could see his expression become more desperate as soft moans tumble from him. his grasp getting tighter and he grits his teeth.

“so good for me, god..shit i don’t know if i can hold back anymore. so fucking tight and wet for me, baby. drivin me insane”

you lean up and bite his earlobe before whispering “so don’t. i can handle it.”

it was like something had snapped in him, he heaves your thighs up over his waist and hastily shoving a pillow underneath you. slamming his hips into yours and grabbing your thighs tightly, hard enough to leave bruises for sure. your hands reach up and tug at his white hair, your sounds only growing louder which was like music to his ears. he was out of control, slamming back down on you and pulling out before repeating the process, like it was his own first time too.

“fuck look so good taking me , honey. you like that? getting fucked so hard by this fat old cock? hm? gushing round me baby.”

“yes yes fuck fuck…i can’t” you whine, in a stroke of adrenaline you guide his hand back to your clit, pushing yourself further on him. he gladly continues swirling, his fingers moving at the same pace as his hips. hitting you so deep you could feel it in your stomach.

“gonna cum in you, pretty boy. wanna make you remember this forever, gonna ruin you for anybody else.”

this sends you into primal need, borderline fucking yourself on him as you whimper in his ear.

“fuck yeah, fucking ruin me. fill me. need it so bad james…so fucking close.”

“god you are fucking filthy i love it” he growls, slamming harder into you, his body not being able to hold back. his thrusts become messy as you chase that high together. whispering obscenities to each other and grabbing at wherever you can reach.

the sensation comes faster than you’d ever felt before, like a rollercoaster dropping down a peak, your legs begin to shake and you scream out his name. he takes this as a challenge and moves at an impossible pace, cumming hard inside. growling in your ear and pulling at your hair lightly.

“so fucking good, darl. oh fuck I can’t get enough. no, i think i’ll be seeing more of you. mm ill teach you everything.”

[water-jam]

(my first welcome home fic! ah, i haven't written anything in ages, I'm a tad rusty)

First tickle fic with Lee!Wally and Ler!Barnaby! The weather ruins their picnic, so they choose to enjoy it indoors.

It was a very lovely day outside and two of the siliest neighbors had planned on a picnic. Everything was perfect! The blanket was folded, the food was all ready to go, and the two best friends had met up at Wally's house. As soon as the two were about to leave, a curtain of grey clouds started to form. A soft trickle of rain started to poor down, creating little pitter patters on the roof.

"Ah, for real? We were just gettin ready to have fun!" Barnaby grumbled slightly, though he wasn't too upset, as long as Wally was there.

"Well, we can certainly still have the picnic inside!" Wally suggested, pullling the blanket out of the basket and draping it across the living room floor. Barnaby sat down, his little painter friend plopping down on his lap. They both dug into their food, Barnaby having his signature hotdog with a multitude of odd toppings. Wally had chosen a desert to eat first, a slice of leftover cheesecake that Poppy had given him yesterday. He had taken a few bites and before he knew it, there were some crumbs and a bit of the cherry sauce that had spilled onto his shirt. Even moreso, some of the toppings had spilled onto his cheek and palms.

"Ah, yer all covered in gunk, bubs! Here, I'll help ya out," The big blue dog hoisted Wally up so the painter as standing on his legs. Soft giggles came from his little friend as the soft touch of Barnaby's paw pads grazed his sides.

The big guy glanced up at his friend, cracking a grin at his friend's reaction. He seized Wally's wrist in an instant, licking away at the toppings that had landed on his little friend's fingers. In an instant, the painter dissolving into little titters and squeaks.

"I'm barely even touchin ya, pal! What does it tickle-tickle there? What about here?" He teased, digging the fingers on his other hand into Wally's sides. This drove the smaller puppet up the walls.

"AHAHAHAHA!! GEHEHEHEHEEEEE!! NOHOHO NOT THEHEHEHEEREEE!!" Wally wailed with glee, his free hand flailing about as he was shown no mercy.

"Oh not there? What about here, huh?" With a swift movement, one of Barnaby's hands had slipped up Wally's cardigan and started tracing the outline of the yellow puppet's tummy heart. Wally kicked frantically, leaning back on his friend who had now wrapped an arm just above his middle to keep him steady.

"My, you're awful giggly today! What, the tickle monster gotcha good? Tickle tickle tickle!"

"AIEEHEHEHEEE!! BAHAHARNABEEHEHEEE!! IT TIHIHICKLES!!!" Wally exclaimed, one of his fists balled in his now unwraveled hair. Soon enough, Barnaby ceased his tickling. He turned Wally around to face him, pushing his best friend onto the picnic blanket. In n instant, Wally's shirt and cardigan were lifted from its usual tucked positions. This made Wally squeak with surprise and his face burn brighter.

With a short chuckle, Barnaby wiggled his fingers just an inch above the center of Wally's tummy heart. This made the smaller puppet squeal and wiggle with anticipation.

"Look like I missed a spot riiiiiight...HERE!" Barnaby exclaimed playfully before diving his muzzle right into Wally's tummy heart. The painter let out a series of giggles and joyful snorts as the tingliest raspberry rippled through his body. Followed by another and then another until the artist was kicking his feet and banging a fist on the floor of Home.

"EHEHEHEHEHEE!! AHAHA *snrk* HAHAHAAHAHA *honk* GYAAHAHAHAHAAAA!! B-BARNAABEHEHEHEEE!! QUIHIHIHIIIT IT!~" Wally cackled, to which his best friend stopped his attack. The smaller pupper lay limp on the picnic blanket, his face flushed all the way up to his ear with an adorable red tint. After he caught his breath, Wally was scooped up and held tenderly in Barnaby's arms.

"You okay little guy? Did I go too rough on ya?" He asked.

"Oho, no, you're juhust fine," Wally replied gently, nuzzling into the soft tuft of fur on Barnaby's chest. The big dog moved to the couch with his tiny friend and laid down.

"Sleep well, little buddy."

[pinkyaxe]

I hope my readers can wait for the chapters because I just decided I'm gonna watch Trollstopia(because, fuck it, why not)

[snsuncrow]

a quite pleasuring night

[duckieschweetz]

I was bored so uh. I just kinda made a quiz. Have fun!!!

[theidiotwhowrites]

All About YOU

Joe Goldberg x Reader

Warning ;

Stalking, Obsession, Unsettling descriptions

You have been warned

...Hello YOU

As you enter the bookstore. My eyes gleem with interest, Who are YOU?, Where have YOU been?, Who will YOU read?, What is YOUR story?

Polaroid camera in your hands, wearing a black casual long sleeve shirt on such a rainy day. Umbrella in hand, explains why your not wet. You mumble something to yourself as you stumble across the wooden floors of 'Mooney's'.

I can already imagine my hands on you, sinking my fingertips into your soft delicate skin. Feeling every inch of you , i wonder if you would like that.

You walk with confidence, you like a little attention. Ok I'll bite.

You have this aura, some kind of magnetic force that makes me want to know everything about you, What makes YOU so special? What will make YOU the one?

You look at the bookshelves and land on Horror, that's new

In this small shop people only get the books by celebrity's but you, your different. You don't care about 'Fitting in', I like that about you

Your eyes, they tell stories. It's like I could look at them forever and that's when you walk closer and say your first words to me, something I will never forget

"Hi, do you uhh work here?" You ask softly almost seeming embarrassed to ask...

"Guilty" I respond, God your voice it's so seductive and your not even trying. Imagine if YOU were trying! Just the thought of it has my pants tight.

"Great! I'm for a book, but I can't decide so what would you recommend?"

I hand you one of my favorite books from the genre. Having to hold back a smile when I can see that twinkle in your of how intrigued you are reading the description at the back of the book.

"You know, I might actually get this. It's this type of creepy but interesting I can describe. Thank you"

You smile at me, a smile that can light up a dark room in the middle of the night.

We bond over books and chat, completely forgetting about why you were here. Why I was able to me YOU.

But our time was cut short when I get called over to the counter but before you were next in line.

"Ok, I'm going for it. This better live up to the expectations you set for me"

I chuckle at your statement while you  put the book on the table to cash

"Trust me you won't be disappointed"

You hand me the amount and look down at my name tag on my apron

"Joe?"

"Ah yeah, Joe Goldberg but everyone just calls me Joe and you are?" I ask expecting a name but you surprised me

"Call me what ever you like Joe" You pick up the bag I put the payed book in and left.

You smile at me, laughed at my jokes, I want to say you were being nice but I could tell you were flirting with me

I look down at the floor, watching your steps as you leave.

That's when I see my first clue, I wasn't your number or your name but it was a polaroid picture of you.

I knew YOU did this on purpose, it was no accident.

YOU wanted for me to find you, to make YOU mine.

But at the end of the day, people are the all the same but the question is, are YOU?

...Love

Love is finding the one, but sometimes it doesn't work out

I had an ex once. She really did break me in ways that took forever to fix because at first I didn't see the signs but with you, your different.

Love is confusing and that's why I need to know if we are meant to be.

I had to figure out a way to know YOU the real YOU inside and out.

That small photo was my place to start, not a lot of people like you.

Most of your accounts never showed your face, smart. Just one of the many things to love about you but even if the info was short I knew almost everything about you.

Your interest, your past, everything but your actual god damn name! Only your username, It's fusstrating.

And the last thing I found is were you live. It's a small apartment, blinds open you look tired....why is that?

I'll probably ask when we get to know each other better in the future.

Is there more to YOU than what's on the surface? I'll find out, I'll be watching and one day I will have YOU....

[scpharys]

My fucking tumblr crashed and idk what blog this was from but this is me w my 26 (probably up to 40+) page fic im doing rn

[princessg3rard]

I POSTED THE FIC OMG !! ahhhh I hope it’s good I wrote it out of the sheer desire to hug jet and ghoul <3 also very much so me projecting my medical trauma on the baby girls so they can fix me :)