#it’s not great but I’m winging it and I’ll probably write more soon

[asterias-fallen-star]

Prayer for Nausiklutia

Hear me, O beloved ocean goddess, calmer of waves, protector of mariners, she who heralds sailors away from harm and into her arms.

Messenger through dreams, who guides us to the divine dawn, blessed lady of the sea, please guide those who’ve strayed from the safety of your eyes.

Brizo of slumber, fair protector, and navigator I revel in your divinity on this day and for all you offer us through your kind heart.

O sea faring goddess of far-famed Delos may you guide me to prosperity and fairer times as you do with ships in your harbour.

Sea loving Brizo may you accept these offerings and bring blessings of your divinity.

[inhuman-obey-me]

Congrats on having 4k+ followers!

Can you write 😴 with Mammon? And yes I want MC too.

Thank you!!

“Don’t you worry about your bad dreams, ‘cause I’m not in them.” - Mammon/MC

content warning: brief mention of violence/gore

It’s a cold night in the House of Lamentation, a blanket draped over your shoulders as you leave your room and make your way up the stairs. The screen of your D.D.D. dimly lights your face as you walk, a huff leaving your lips as you read over your latest messages. 

↳ You: Hey, can I sleep in your room tonight? ↳ Mammon: Huh?! ↳ Mammon: What, something got you scared or something? ↳ Mammon: Need the Great Mammon to protect ya?  ↳ Mammon: Unless you’re after something else… ↳ You: …Nevermind. ↳ Mammon: Heyheyhey! I’m kidding! ↳ Mammon: ‘Course you can. 

He opens the door before you can even knock, clearing his throat as he leans against the doorframe while motioning with his arm that you can enter. He’s doing his best to appear unbothered, but you can tell from the slight flush on his cheeks that he’s rather flustered at your arrival this late at night. 

“So, uh…what’s up?” He asks, watching you move to sit at the edge of his bed. 

“I…I haven’t been able to sleep too well lately.” You sheepishly admit, tightening the blanket around you. “Been having some bad dreams lately.”

“Oh.” Mammon’s eyes widen for a bit, but soon his usual grin is back as he plops down next to you, his chest puffed up in bravado. “Well, don’t you worry about your bad dreams, ‘cause I’m not in them! I’ve given demons nightmares before, y’know! Nothing’s as scary as the Great Mammon coming after ya!”

“Oh really?” You quirk a brow at him, amused at the response from the brother who couldn’t stand the thought of ghosts. “I can think of a few things that are more scary than that.”

“Hey, you don’t know some of the stuff I’ve done!” Mammon retorts, offended. “I’ve done all sorts of things. I’ve ripped people’s throats out, I’ve dragged bodies through the street,” he begins counting on his fingers, “I’ve poured melted gold on them, I’ve pecked people’s eyes out with my crows, I’ve beaten demons up with a metal pipe, I’ve messed with people’s heads, I’ve – ”

He stops himself then, realizing that the last thing you probably wanted to hear right now was about his more gruesome exploits. “Ah, shit. Sorry, I got ahead of myself there.” 

“It’s okay.” You respond quietly, studying him. He’s in his demon form, something you’ve come to realize is usual for them when they go to bed. It’s true that despite Mammon’s often brazen and reckless behavior, he could be absolutely terrifying if you made one too many wrong moves. There had been moments where you had seen a hint of it, witnessed it – but he always did his best to hide that side from you. The bloodied, Second Ruler of the Underworld side. 

Perhaps what made him so especially frightening was just how well he could hide it. 

“Here,” his voice softens as he shifts further back into the bed, extending his wings and arms out to welcome you into them. “I’ll shut up. Wanna talk about your nightmares?” 

“No, not really.” You wriggle your way up the bed, nestling against his chest and letting his arms embrace you, his leathery wings cocoon you. “Nothing’s as scary as you, after all. You’ll chase the bad dreams away, right?”

“Damn right I will.” He chuckles, resting his chin atop your head. “With the Great Mammon around, you’ve got nothing to worry about.” 

With a small smile, you find yourself agreeing as you melt into his warmth.

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I’m gonna draw a dragon again soon so quick rant

You know one thing I REALLY hate in wings of fire? There’s a tiny, little inconsistency throughout the books. And that’s the sizes of scavengers to the dragons. Because I’m just gonna say it here: the “canonical” size comparison such as the picture below makes NO SENSE considering how everything else is just conveniently a decent size for a dragon. And trust me, we WILL get to it being “canonical”

A mango can fit a dragons palm when it should clearly be tiny as the actual love I have for this book series. What about cows? How come they’re described to be massive enough to feed a whole dragon? They should be like a candy bar to those things! And don’t get me started on how completely unrealistic it is for a sloth to be big enough to wrap itself around a rainwing’s neck. Like that must be some pretty massive sloths around that should ABSOLUTELY be massive compared to a scavenger.

Also the funny part about that pic I showed you? Yeah well scrap that cuz that’s also pretty inaccurate. We were to believe in the VERY EARLY books that scavengers are like hamsters to dragons. Literally the size of their right toe. Also also the fact that Smolder is like 50 years old AND also also also the fact that dragons keep growing as they age, then that just tells us that these scavenger are way, WAY bigger to these dragons. Especially if Flower here is the size of his FOREARM!

“Oh, but the islands are more suited for dragons! Of course everything will be big!” You cry out! Yet it is implied that scavengers were the dominant race BEFORE The Scorching, and even if that was a whole lotta years ago, then that must’ve been the FASTEST evolution process in the south coast yet.

And it STILL gets worse! Scavengers, even after being concluded to be the size of hamsters to dragons, Tui is constantly and very much maliciously switching the sizes of these scavengers to fit the plot because she has never figured out what she ever wants. Winter keeps Bandit in what’s implied to be some.. hamster cage? Okay, so he must be pretty damn tiny, which makes some amount of sense considering he’s probably a… teenager… I mean, okay, sure, whatever, I’ll let it slide- wait! But so is Winter! Winter is bigger than Qibli, sure, but neither of them are any bigger than other fully grown dragons! Winter is a teenage dragonet! So how small is Bandit?? How small is he compared to a- and let me emphasize- a FULL GROWN DRAGON!!!?? What!!!

And by the way, have you SEEN the actual cover of Dragonslayer??? Look at that and TELL me how completely unrealistic it is if we are to believe scavengers are the size of a dragon’s forearm

Also also also ALSO in book 14 Daffodil is shown tossing and catching Bumblebee who had just hatched and this is just unnatural and biologically confusing to think about. HOW is Daffodil bigger than a newborn dragonet? And this makes even LESS SENSE when you realize that it’s been implied that a newborn dragonet is the same size as a regular sized scavenger ACCORDING to the fact that it’s really easy to pick up a baby dragonet by the hand COMPARED to the size of Flower to Smolder’s hand in the picture??? HOW? Tell me how, Tui!! How is this possible!! And don’t you dare tell me that “oh! Pantalan dragons are smaller than Pyrian!” Because that is just ludicrous to me. I will LAUGH at you if you tell me otherwise because that is just a cheap way to excuse any of this. There has NEVER been any quote of Luna or any other Silkwing, Hivewing, or Leafwing being significantly shorter than a Pyrian dragon. 

I should really cut to the chase but I’ve… never liked Tui’s writing. I don’t like that she avoids criticism of her writing. She has great ideas and is so creative in the world of WOF but for most works she’s either rushing it or coming up with something on the spot. And neither are good if they’re not thought out well enough! All of the endings to the arcs are bad and poorly thought out. The logic in how specific stuff works is just terrible. Arc 3 is just a NOTHING arc full of NOTHING characters (except maybe Snowfall and some of the Leafwings they’re… fine). I’m sorry but as much as I “pretend” to like WOF, and I REALLY mean it when I say “pretend”, but this book makes me get an aneurysm the more I really look deep into it. I am beyond terrified of looking into the guidebook because I KNOW there will be inaccuracies, confusion, and Tui slamming down whatever ideas she has without a second thought. I already know she put the weird and unnecessary mudwing mating rituals!!

Anyways, drawing that stupid blue and yellow rainwing later, I don’t want to go and look for her name now, goodnight everyone, don’t talk to me

[handsome-wise-strong]

Can I get some Lucemond fic recs? I’m new to the fandom ☺️

First of all, welcome to the fandom! I hope you enjoy your time in our little corner of tumblr. There are countless great fics out there I could recommend you to read but I’ll try to keep the list short and simple for now. I don’t wanna overwhelm you!

Here’s my favorites:

Remember the lives we once lived — Unohanabbygirl

This is a series and it focuses on the Targs reincarnated in modern times. The first fic in the series I read was Forget me not, which focuses around a troubled and amnesiac Luke. The author creates such vivid world building in the fic, and the characterization of not only Luke but everyone else in the family is truly incredible. It’s so immersive and complex and I feel like a kid on Christmas whenever it updates. I also highly recommend you check out the other fics in the series — A whole new world in which I don’t belong (which focuses on Alicent’s backstory and is just so so so good) and Take me with you before you fall (Aemond’s life after he accidentally killed Luke!!) There’s nothing else like it in the world!

new contact: luke — Everild

This is also a modern au. It focuses on Aemond, who has joined the priesthood. It incorporates modern notions about incest, adding a delicious sheen of guilt and self-loathing around the entire fic. This, paired with a healthy dose of religious guilt, makes for an intriguing read that leaves you craving more.

Glass cases — lockandkey

Another modern au that centers around reincarnated Lucemond. It’s a bit of a slow burn (which I’m addicted to) and there’s a lot of tip-toeing around feelings in this fic! Overall very soft and a little bit angsty at times. I adore it!!

Ægishjálmur - theartificialintellect

I read each update as soon as it comes out, that’s how much I love this fic. It’s a viking au, featuring seer! Lucerys!! If you’re a fan of history or Norse mythology you’ll love this one. It’ll keep you on your toes and leave you wondering about all the mystery surrounding Luke’s visions and Aemond’s family.

Athamé - theartificialintellect

This is one of my favorite Lucemond fics. If you like old manor houses, strange occurrences in the night, and dark family secrets, this will be the perfect read for you. It has a very gothic romance/horror vibe that I always crave, and wraps up so well in the end.

Empyrean Blaze — theartificialintellect

Alright, I’m just a really big fan of theartificialintellect lol 💀 anyway, this fic is not for the faint of heart, but I still highly recommend it. It’s a dark fic, focusing around a demon Aemond and a vengeful Luke, so if that’s your style, go for it.

Time Has Gone — Minos_TT

An A/B/O fic set during Rhaenyra’s time on the iron throne. Luke has had Aemond’s bastard while in the Vale, and returns to King’s Landing with his son in tow. Secret kid plot lines are always a treat to me, and little Laenor in this fic is one of my favorite Lucemond kids!

The Holiday — archimedesprinciple

Another modern au!! I’m a sucker for fics framed around holidays, so this one was very comforting to read. It’s probably the Lucemond fic I go back to read most often, just so I can feel like it’s Christmas again.

In Darkness there is Love — springofmylove

Modern au again (I’m starting to see a pattern) Luke gets injured in this and loses his sight. Aemond takes his nephew under his wing and pining and tenderness follows. I adore the hell out of this fic and the way the author has written Lucemond’s dynamic.

Luke Rivers AU — Unusual-Raccoon

It takes quite a bit for me to fully enjoy smut (I’m asexual) but my friend here writes so well that I couldn’t help but to eat this series up. Aemond’s characterization is spot-on, as well — something I really appreciate seeing in fics!!

For the Wildest Mystery I Know — NinthRiver

This only has one chapter up but I adore it already. It features Luke (Lucerys Flowers in this) living a quiet life on his farm when Aemond shows up to turn his life upside down (again) I’m really looking forward to seeing where it goes!

a losing game — monkkeyslut

I recently started this one (late to the game) and it has me hooked. Set in modern times with the Targs as royalty, it incorporates the characters so well. It features a secret relationship between Lucemond, and brings a lot of miscommunication and oblivious idiots in love to the table.

Star-Crossed — DominaReginald

Another one I binged just recently! Luke gets taken hostage by the Greens and Aemond is absolutely down bad whipped for him. *chefs kiss* the best flavor!

you whom i should love above all things — ser_pounce

A modern au featuring a religious Aemond (yes I have a type) Things get steamy between Lucemond during a family holiday get-together and religious guilt and sneaking around pursues. Delicious stuff :)

no morning glory (it was war) — dandelion_weed

Another A/B/O (my beloved) in which Luke presents while in Winterfell. Aemond is very much not down with letting his nephew mate with someone else, so he takes matters into his own hands and heads out to claim Luke for himself. There’s only two chapters for now, but I still highly recommend it.

I said I’d keep this short… that was a lie, wasn’t it? Anyway, I hope you enjoy these fics! I know I did 🫶🏻

[fangirl-inthe-outer-rim]

Lazy Morning

Cal Kestis x Reader

Summary: You and Cal have a lazy morning.

A/N: It's been a while since I looked at my star wars fics. I have advanced my writing so much and you will see once I actually get started on my Survivor fic. Hope you enjoy this one no matter how old it is!

“Ugh,” I groaned after being roused from my slumber. Those on this junk planet were already awake and clearly didn’t care about how tired I was. Suddenly, A hand came into view and slapped me in the face.

“Mmhmm huh?” Cal beside me had just woken up.

“Cal!” I watched as he jerked up, he was definitely more awake now.

“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!” 

A huge grin spread across my face. Cal followed suit. Giggling, Cal fell back on the bed as the laughter to consumed him. I had curled up due to the intense feeling in my stomach.

Once we had calmed down, we had curled up next to each other. I rested my head on his chest with an arm around his waist. He had his arms wrapped around me and rested his chin on my head. We lay there for a few moments basking in the presence of each other.

“Prauf and I are working on the star destroyer that came in three days ago.”

“Yeah? I’ll be there too I think. I’m helping Osira and the crew with cutting the wing.”

“Sounds like the both of us have an exciting day ahead of us.”

I snickered as we both climbed out of bed. There was no struggle in getting ready. Even if our space was small. We’d perfected the motions over the past two and a half years we’ve been together. As I brushed my teeth, I thought of the moment when I met Cal.

(:)

I was late. I was so late! Kriff, my boss is going to kill me! If I had actually gone to bed when I was supposed to I wouldn’t be in this predicament. But no, I let the girls talk me into going out on the odd chance that I’d meet someone. It was a great night and I sort of met someone. I probably won’t see him again. Since I didn’t have any way of contacting the man. I don’t even think I remember his name. Oh, what was it? Cam? Caer? Ugh, I can’t remember! I need to stop thinking about him and hurry up and get to work.

It was as if fate had a funny way of messing with me. I got to work which started out with an earful from my boss. Then I was shipped off to help out one of the riggers. The irony didn’t fully set in until I reached my post for the day.

“Hey, um… I’m supposed to be helping you out today.” I cautiously approached the man kneeling on the ground. I couldn’t really see him because of a shadow.

When there was no reply I spoke again, “Excuse me? Did you hear me, sir?” Yet again there was no response. That is until I heard a chuckle to my left. An Abednedo stood there watching the exchange.

“He can’t hear you. He’s got headphones on.” The massive Abednedo moved closer to the man and me. “Name’s Prauf. This oblivious idiot’s name is Cal.” My eyebrows drew. I knew that name from somewhere.

“Hey, Cal! You got someone here trying to talk to ya!” With Prauf’s booming voice, Cal finally moved.

Standing up and turning around, the man, looked at Prauf. “What’d ya say, buddy?”

“This one’s been trying to get your attention for a few minutes now”

Cal turned to me and his eyes widened. I followed his movement. This is the man from the night before! The one from the bar. I knew I recognized the name.

“I didn’t think I’d see you ever again. I don’t mean that in a mean way. I just… We never really exchanged any information.”

“Yeah, no. I get it. I felt the same way too. I uh, was told to come help you. I guess the force has a way of bringing people together.” At the mention of the force, Cal’s eyes widened but soon returned to normal.

“Heh, no kidding.”

(:)

“Hello, Y/N, come back to me.” Cal waved his hands in front of my face.

“Oh, sorry. I zoned out.”

“I can see that. What were you thinking about?”

“Just how we met.” I heard Cal snicker, “What?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just how that worked out.” Cal, with a grin, pulled me closer, “I’m glad it happened though.” With a light peck, Cal let me go.

I quickly finished in the bathroom as Cal ran around our place looking for some clean socks. I simply walked into our bedroom and found a pair of socks and presented the socks to the man. With a grumble, Cal took the socks. Now ready, we said our goodbyes and went to our posts.

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[flightlessbirdgirl]

Letter to a friend

Hey, Can. I know how much you like getting letters- real letters in the real mail!- so I thought I’d write you something. I know we talk like, every day, but you’re right that there’s something fun to actually writing it down.

I’m not sure what there is to say. My wings are coming in, you know. They hurt like hell but it’s so fun. I think you can just about see something poking through the skin, but it’s hard to tell. It's definitely bloody, that’s apparent. Even just my shirt rubbing against them irritates the skin enough to make it sore and flakey. I’ve started taking off my shirt first thing when I get home. Don’t tell Edith, she’d love it.

It’s sometimes easy to get frustrated that they aren’t growing faster. Like, they’re a whole new set of limbs, and the progress is so apparent, but I want them to be done already. You’d probably just call me a brat if you were here. I am so excited for them. The pain will absolutely be worth it, I’m already imagining what I’ll look like with them.

Work’s been pretty awful. Dealing with the kids is pretty great, but god it sucks. They can’t learn a lesson to save their lives. Granted, they’re like eight, but come on, you’d think after being reminded every single day that it’s hot out they’d remember to save their water instead of dumping it on the first cool rock they find. Really, it’s lovely, they just know how to test my patience. The actual bad part is carrying around all the junk. Not only my water, but extra water for at least two people, all the snacks, games, and emergency equipment. Meanwhile, my back hurts when the wind so much as blows because of the wings starting to come out. That shit sucks. I don’t know what I’ll do when I’m completely unable to wear a backpack. Probably just can’t keep being a counselor past the end of this summer. There’s other jobs that pay better.

Writing this has been pretty fun. Maybe you’re right about how cool it is to send letters. I’m still not getting in on your whole physical photos thing, Candace. That’s just too much. Even if it is cool whenever you give me one of them. I still have them all, you know? All the pictures from that dumb trip to the mall we did are literally within an arm’s reach. Some of your nature pictures still get people asking about them whenever they come over for the first time. Don’t worry, I’m always sure to give you all the credit. 

Alright, I have to start making dinner pretty soon. It’s hard work cooking up leftover takeout. You should write me back soon. I’ll look forward to getting a letter. I also hope we’ll get to talk some more before then. I still need to beat you in Soul Fighters a few more times. 

Seeya.

[cutepastelstarsalior]

Are we still being cringe?

Here! Fanfiction! Tumblr x Twitter cafe au

The soft blue haired adult let out a groan as they say down on their chair. It was a long day of work and finally they could relax at their favorite cafe. Pulling out their laptop they open up the documents and re-read their fanfic.

Does this makes scene? Did I make the character too ooc? Maybe I should add more angst-

“One ice Carmel latte coffee for, um Tum?” A voice called out, bringing them out of their trance. The young adult got out of their seat and jog to the counter.

“That’s me! It’s Tumblr actually.”

The waiter nodded. They had soft light blue hair, soft skin and very bright green eyes. I want to write about them.

“Excuse me? Mx. your order?” A soft voice rang out from the waiter. Tumblr snap their eyes down the the waiters hands.

“Oh, right, sorry!”

Taking their food they went back to the table and got to work. The hours pass, tumblr keep writing and editing their work. Also replying to comments and reading some of others fanfic as well.

“Excuse me. The cage close now.” The same voice rang out. Tumblr look up and see the waiter taking off their apron and putting on a sweater. Looking at the counter screen they can see that it was closing time. Quickly they gather their belongings, slightly fumbling, and put everything away.

“Ah! I’m so sorry about that!”

The waiter just nodded and the two was out the door. But sidedly they both walk down the same street. A brief moment of panic swirl inside them. What if their a serial killer? No that’s stupid….They probably live nearby? Oh wait that would make a good fanfic idea? Maybe a cute dean-

“Do you live near by? I live at the Apple apartment.”

“Hmm? Oh yeah! Same. 4th floor? You?”

“3rd! Since we’re neighbors, what’s your name? I’m Twitter. You can call me Twi. They/them pronouns.”

Twi stop walk and held out their hand. Taking it, tumblr felt two give a quick handshake.

“Tumblr. You can call me Blr. They/Them, but open to any pronouns.”

They two let go off hands and continue walking. It was a late fall day, almost winter, and the dead leaves were wet with the rain they had. Tumblr watch as Twi kick up some of the leaves. Their brown Ugg boots flinging the leaves.

“I seen many colleges students and other people come in, mostly writers? Or you one too?”

Tumblr shrug. “A bit. More of a hobby really.”

“Oh, what do you write?”

Gay sex fanfic, something found family with some hurt/comfort. Cartoon and tv shows.

“Nothing really! Just……stories ya’know?”

Twi let out a hum. “Sorry but I calm that bull. I saw your fandom stickers on your laptop. You don’t have to tell me more.”

Tumblr let out a groan. Great. “I’m working on a crossover. It’s a crossover between supernatural and tmnt! The 2003 version, I have the first few chapter posted, but I’m not the best planner so Im just winging it.”

Twi let out a snore, “Do you have a beta reader?”

Tumblr blink in surprise. “No. Why?”

“Your fic sounds cool! I can beta read it for you? If you want? Give you some ideas and thoughts? I haven’t seen the 2003 TMNT. Love the 1987 and 2014 versions. But I’m a big supernatural fan! I’m a Cas and Sam person myself. I’m also a Raph and Mikey fan too.”

The two adults were in the elevator now. When did we get here? The eleven sing and it was on the 4th floor.

“That’s my stop-“ Twi started to say. But soon stop when they feel their hand being grab. Twisting their neck the saw Blr holding their arm, while the other hand was digging around their bag. Low mutter was heard.

“Here..” Blr said. They got a market and wrote on their arm.

“This is my fanfic, and my blog info. Once you read the fic message me and I’ll send you the rest of my story and other ideas. Sound good?”

Blr let go of their hand. “Sound good to me Blr! Thank for letting me read it!”

“No problem.”

Twi then step out of the elevator. Turing back they have a small wave to their new friend and heading down to their room.

The elevator door close and Tumblr feel themselves slowing sink to the ground. A new friend! One that live in the same apartment and also reads fanfiction! Hopefully this one will stay and not get weird out by their quirks…..

Shaking their head Tumblr got off the floor. Not time to spiral into bad thoughts….They have to write!

The elevator doors open and Tumblr ran off to their room, excited. Nervous. Happy.

[aajjks]

TC!dad!JK

“c’mon, everyone gather to eat dinner” you tell your children who all take a seat at the dinner table. everyone except for jungkook and jinseoul. “areum, please tell your brother to come and eat with us. ae-cha, inform your father” areum nods her head and in a panic, ae-cha offers to tell jinseoul about coming to eat since she’s aware of nami’s presence.

“no, i specifically told areum to go. you can get your—“

“your highness” interrupts jisung “the king wants to inform you that he will be in his private chambers for the remainder of the night”

‘great. leave me with the mess’ you say in your head and in response, you nod your head and thank jisung for passing on his message. “i’ll go get jinseoul, you all stay here” you tell your children. “ae-cha, you’re in charge” you say before heading in the direction of your son’s room and after knocking twice and waiting for your son to open the door, you decide to open it yourself.

empty.

“stay quiet, okay?” jinseoul whispers to nami as he pulls her through the long halls of the dungeon until they reach the small pocket area where he managed to sneak an imperial horse for her to ride safely back home with.

“here’s some food i took from the kitchen in case you get hungry” jinseoul says as he hands nami a small bag with food, fruit, and water.

“thank you, jinseoul”

“i probably won’t see you for a while, so this is goodbye for now”

“it’s okay. we’ll figure something out. promise you’ll keep writing me?”

“promise”

before nami mounts the horse, she pulls jinseoul in for a kiss.

“i love you” she whispers

“i love you too”

and jisung watches it all.

once she’s out of jinseoul’s sight, the young man rushes back to the golden wing appearing ‘normal’ despite maids and the servants strangely wondering why the prince has decided to be on this side of the palace.

eventually, jinseoul makes it back to the golden wing and sitting in his room is his mother who doesn’t appear happy.

“what are you doing in here, mom?”

“no, the real question is where were you jinseoul?”

“i went to the bathroom”

“you went to the bathroom when you have a bathroom in your room? do you think i’m an idiot, jinseoul?”

“okay! i went out”

“went out where, jinseoul?”

“horseback riding, mom. i swear that’s all i was doing”

“i told you to stay in your room”

“so? you didn’t say i couldn’t go horseback riding”

why is he being so mean to his mother? this isn’t right and jinseoul knows it. he loves his mother a lot and all he’s doing is just exhausting you with his disobedience.

“i’m sorry, mom. i didn’t mean to say that”

“yes you did” you throw back.

“i didn’t. i-i swear. it just came out”

“come join us for dinner, jinseoul”

is the last thing you say before turning your back to your son and maybe it’s better if you do because you can feel the itch in your hand to slap some sense into your son. you leave his bedroom and join your waiting children who are excited to see your face, especially your youngest three. soon jinseoul joins the table with a sad look on his face which concerns his younger sister ayra.

“what’s wrong seoul??” she innocently asks.

“nothing ayra” he smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. all he does is look at you with sad eyes because he feels awful and embarrassed by his actions today.

“guess what, seoul? i sang without being nervous today!” ji-eun excitedly says.

“oh yes! ji-eun did really well at her recital today” you chime in.

“good job, ji-eun. hopefully i can come to your recital next time” ae-cha says and for a moment, things feel normal.

it takes a while for jinseoul to warm up, but whatever he did today still matters to you and you allow him to have the floor to tell his siblings about what he did today. before the catastrophe that happened, your son has been practicing swordsmanship and studying more about leadership.

“uh, practice was okay. it’s not easy but i’ll get better” jinseoul shrugs as he waits for the servants to try the food before they eat the freshly made dinner.

“I MADE THE DESSERT!!” areum excitedly shares.

“ouu, are we having tarts today?” says jawon as you make a plate for jungkook.

“i made yaksik this time. you guys are going to love it!”

“areum dear, take this plate to your father”

“no no no! i wanna take it!” fusses ji-eun “can i got too mommy?”

“fine fine. ji-eun and areum”

“yaaaaay” cheers the excited five year old who happily holds the plate of food while areum holds the drink.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

“papa! papa! we have foooood for youuuuu” ji-eun sings.

“dad, are you in there?” asks areum. “he’s probably in his office. let’s go check there”

“okeey”

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

“papaaaaa!!! we have food for you! it’s yummy and healthy and areum made treats too!!”

~🫧

Aw, his beloved girls are here.

Jungkooks mood instantly lights up as he sees areum and ji-eun enter, and he immediately commands for jisung to leave before he could tell him what he saw in the secret passage today, but he decides to let it go and leaves the king alone with his daughters.

“My babies!!!!” Jungkook coos as ji-eun immediately jumps into her father’s lap, and areum quietly sets the food on her fathers now empty table. “Aww my sweet girl…” he watches as his little girl does her work with full concentration.

Her little hands- that makes him emotional. “ I missed you so much!” He pouts as he kisses ji-eun and areum on their cheeks, “aw look at what you guys brought for daddy to eat?”

And then areum proceeds to tell her dad that she actually made the sweets. And he’s awestruck because she’s got some serious good skills, just like you. “Oh wow.. oh my goodness this tastes so delicious!” He says with a mouthful of food, you would scold him for talking with food and his mouth, but you are not here right now.

“My areum… you did so good I think you deserve a reward!” Jungkook smiles, before taking out an ebony colored pouch from his table drawer. Whenever he spends time with his younger children, he gets in the best mood.

And for a moment he’s forgotten about jinseoul. So just like that, the three begin eating together and soon he is feeling full, and his mood is a lot better right now.

“Thank you my beloved princesses. Come on let’s get to your mother…. She must be missing daady?” He asks areum about you.

And before he leaves his office, he appoints his trusted servant to clean up the mess and with jieun and areum in his arms, he’s out to see you.

[bluiex]

Finished the next part of the Father Spore Spy AU. This time where Grian became a spy. It’s a bit short so I might add on to it later or write some of what happens in the 24 hour time skip.

—————

Grian stares at his sweater, an idea slowly forming in his head. He pulls it on again, adjusting it as it presses uncomfortably on the mushrooms on his neck. He runs a finger along the top of the turtleneck, finding nothing. Grian dips them down past the collar, finding the mushrooms a bit farther down. They’re completely and easily covered by his sweater.

“What are you doing?” Scar asks, watching him, confusion in his eyes.

“I had an idea,” he murmurs, pulling his hand back.

“Which is?” The other prompts.

“I can hide the mushrooms, even if it’s uncomfortable, which means no one will realize immediately.” He pauses, “they trust me completely. I can return to them and they wouldn’t bay an eye.” Scar frowns so he quickly continues, “I can act as a spy. I’ll be able to learn every step the HEP takes, each plan they have. And, it’ll be easier to get them to join us. I can slowly persuade them that Connecting is the better choice.”

Scar is still frowning, but he slowly nods, “that… does make sense, but I don’t want to lose you again, not so soon.”

Grian closes the distance between them, grabbing Scar’s hands, “I’m not leaving completely. I’ll just play my part and return here when it’s safe to.” That gets Scar to let out a small smile. Grian squeezes his hands, “besides, we can’t truly be apart now, can we?”

“Yeah,” Scar murmurs. “Can you at least stay the day?” he asks, a little louder. “I just want to spend time with you without worrying.”

Grian only hesitates a moment before nodding, he can always come up with an excuse to the others. He’s rather convincing, after all. “Alright, I’ll stay for the day.”

“Great!” Scar leans down and kisses him. “We should get you more comfortable clothes to wear while you’re here. And maybe some gloves as well, for when you go back, so you don’t ruin your cover.”

Grian glances down at his hands, “ah, right.”

~

Grian turns around as he reaches the edge of the forest, the sun is just beginning to rise. He gentle cradles Scar’s face in both his hands, “I’ll be back before you know it, darling.” He pulls Scar down into a kiss. It’s slow and sweet, and Grian savors it.

Eventually, Scar pulls back slightly, just a hair’s breadth away, murmuring against Grian’s lips, “I’ll be watching, songbird. Ask for help and I’ll come immediately.”

The avian nods, reluctantly stepping back, “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Soon?”

Grian nods again, “soon.” With one final loving look, he turns around, leaving the forest. He pulls on his gloves, securing them as he covers the last part of himself that he can cover without being impractical or draw attention. He spreads his wings out, before jumping and taking flight. Grian flies towards the center of the city, towards city hall. He’ll make it there on time, but he’s still missed an entire day. At least he already has an excuse planned, which is just a stretched version of the truth, in a way.

Grian lands just outside the door, hurrying through them and to Mumbo’s office. He doesn’t knock and just enters his friend’s office. Mumbo looks up in shock before sagging in relief, “Grian! You’re okay! I was so worried.”

Grian gives him a small smile, he’s better then okay, “I’m sorry for my absence. A family matter suddenly came up and I couldn’t contact anyone about it.” He pretends to try to hide his worry, in an attempt to be more convincing. It probably helps since he is genuinely nervous.

Mumbo waves a hand dismissively, “don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you’re safe.”

“Of course I am,” Grian says, confidence growing as his nerves fade. He walks over and takes a seat across from Mumbo.

The other slowly shakes his head, “there’s a lot going on right now, Grian, being worried over your safety at a sudden disappearance is justified.”

“I guess,” he mutters. “How much paperwork do we have? We probably stacked up on more from my absence.”

Mumbo nods, sagging in exhaustion this time, “we have a lot, unfortunately.”

Grian nods, “I’ll stay late to help you get through it, to make it up to you.”

“I appreciate it,” Mumbo replies with a small smile.

Grian takes a stack of the paper, turning it around so he can read it. He can feel Scar’s growing interest as he grabs a pen. What kind of paperwork is this?

Mostly mayoral stuff, Grian replies as he begins working, not anything too useful for us. Occasionally there’s HEP stuff, but it’s uncommon.

Scar hums, there’s still a chance it can be useful.

Grian hums back, he supposes it’s possible, but, from experience, it’s rather unlikely for anything non-HEP related to be important with what’s happening. He lets out a breath as he goes through the papers, it’s going to be a long day today. At least he has Scar for company now.

OOOO YES GOOD

Good. Grian offering to Spy >:3 hehehe I love this eeeee moooore/nf

[all54321]

A “Chance” Encounter Part 3

This is a lot shorter then I initially intended it to be, so there might be a part 4 at a later date! Just for some timeline info, part 1 takes place at the end of the day, as Grian is heading home. Part 2 takes place after he wakes up, during the night after, just a few hours later. Part 3 takes place a little later during that night/morning after before skipping to the complete next day, over 24 hours later. Might write something during those 24 hours, which would just be complete Scarian fluff.

Also, this is really early on, so the HEP is just at its infant stage, it’s not as big as it is later on.

—————

Grian stares at his sweater, an idea slowly forming in his head. He pulls it on again, adjusting it as it presses uncomfortably on the mushrooms on his neck. He runs a finger along the top of the turtleneck, finding nothing. Grian dips them down past the collar, finding the mushrooms a bit farther down. They’re completely and easily covered by his sweater.

“What are you doing?” Scar asks, watching him, confusion in his eyes.

“I had an idea,” he murmurs, pulling his hand back.

“Which is?” The other prompts.

“I can hide the mushrooms, even if it’s uncomfortable, which means no one will realize immediately.” He pauses, “they trust me completely. I can return to them and they wouldn’t bay an eye.” Scar frowns so he quickly continues, “I can act as a spy. I’ll be able to learn every step the HEP takes, each plan they have. And, it’ll be easier to get them to join us. I can slowly persuade them that Connecting is the better choice.”

Scar is still frowning, but he slowly nods, “that… does make sense, but I don’t want to lose you again, not so soon.”

Grian closes the distance between them, grabbing Scar’s hands, “I’m not leaving completely. I’ll just play my part and return here when it’s safe to.” That gets Scar to let out a small smile. Grian squeezes his hands, “besides, we can’t truly be apart now, can we?”

“Yeah,” Scar murmurs. “Can you at least stay the day?” he asks, a little louder. “I just want to spend time with you without worrying.”

Grian only hesitates a moment before nodding, he can always come up with an excuse to the others. He’s rather convincing, after all. “Alright, I’ll stay for the day.”

“Great!” Scar leans down and kisses him. “We should get you more comfortable clothes to wear while you’re here. And maybe some gloves as well, for when you go back, so you don’t ruin your cover.”

Grian glances down at his hands, “ah, right.”

~

Grian turns around as he reaches the edge of the forest, the sun is just beginning to rise. He gentle cradles Scar’s face in both his hands, “I’ll be back before you know it, darling.” He pulls Scar down into a kiss. It’s slow and sweet, and Grian savors it.

Eventually, Scar pulls back slightly, just a hair’s breadth away, murmuring against Grian’s lips, “I’ll be watching, songbird. Ask for help and I’ll come immediately.”

The avian nods, reluctantly stepping back, “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Soon?”

Grian nods again, “soon.” With one final loving look, he turns around, leaving the forest. He pulls on his gloves, securing them as he covers the last part of himself that he can cover without being impractical or draw attention. He spreads his wings out, before jumping and taking flight. Grian flies towards the center of the city, towards city hall. He’ll make it there on time, but he’s still missed an entire day. At least he already has an excuse planned, which is just a stretched version of the truth, in a way.

Grian lands just outside the door, hurrying through them and to Mumbo’s office. He doesn’t knock and just enters his friend’s office. Mumbo looks up in shock before sagging in relief, “Grian! You’re okay! I was so worried.”

Grian gives him a small smile, he’s better then okay, “I’m sorry for my absence. A family matter suddenly came up and I couldn’t contact anyone about it.” He pretends to try to hide his worry, in an attempt to be more convincing. It probably helps since he is genuinely nervous.

Mumbo waves a hand dismissively, “don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you’re safe.”

“Of course I am,” Grian says, confidence growing as his nerves fade. He walks over and takes a seat across from Mumbo.

The other slowly shakes his head, “there’s a lot going on right now, Grian, being worried over your safety at a sudden disappearance is justified.”

“I guess,” he mutters. “How much paperwork do we have? We probably stacked up on more from my absence.”

Mumbo nods, sagging in exhaustion this time, “we have a lot, unfortunately.”

Grian nods, “I’ll stay late to help you get through it, to make it up to you.”

“I appreciate it,” Mumbo replies with a small smile.

Grian takes a stack of the paper, turning it around so he can read it. He can feel Scar’s growing interest as he grabs a pen. What kind of paperwork is this?

Mostly mayoral stuff, Grian replies as he begins working, not anything too useful for us. Occasionally there’s HEP stuff, but it’s uncommon.

Scar hums, there’s still a chance it can be useful.

Grian hums back, he supposes it’s possible, but, from experience, it’s rather unlikely for anything non-HEP related to be important with what’s happening. He lets out a breath as he goes through the papers, it’s going to be a long day today. At least he has Scar for company now.

[cryptid-killjoy]

Summing up

Valerie has been resting up since her ordeal at Hobbiton and mostly avoiding any general conversation that happened prior to it. 

Victor has managed some testing of his own kind with Valerie. Her condition is unique to her considering the weaknesses left behind from the damage done from her Lyme disease for one, but mostly because of her electrical and nervous system which is clearly unique to her and Jetsam (well and other relations with that power) Point is the system is damaged. 

She’s left with a unique problem. Under a normal circumstances Dr. Frankenstein would explain he might suggest metal stents to hold arteries open but with her special system using these materials conductive materials don’t seem like the wisest long term solution. He wouldn’t be able to ensure how long it would hold or how her body would react. Other materials might melt with the high heat. 

So for now the best prevention for her is to keep her on the meds and a healthy diet and non too strenuous activity until they can figure something out. 

Victor and Zero go into inventing mode. 

Meanwhile Scout is quite under the belief it’s simply time Valerie has to change and there’s just no more time to think on it. 

Dale on the other hand believes it’s not that simple or else his mom would have done it by now anyhow. 

That said I feel like Scout’s moon would have come and gone by now. I hate speeding past everything, but my brain needs to pull everything up and reboot a little. 

Thomas and Scout would get their sight on her first moon. I wanted that to be a sweet moment. But, I guess we know it’s going to happen so it’s okay to say it did. Mush Mush. Yay. Yay. They’re connected. If you wanna add anything about what he taught her or what not let me know. But there’s no way she wouldn’t go from all out sobbing and hugging to running around the house like a wild child shaking her booty over finally getting that sight. 

I’m sure Death enjoyed the rest of Thanksgiving as it was lovely and they’re all off to a great start of a friendship. They can call him anytime

As soon as I saw the Flaming Hot movie I knew Dale had to go watch it with Elsa. No way he wouldn’t want to sit over there and share in the loveliness of that with her. He’ll catch her up on what’s going on with Val’s health cause he’s a worried boy. Mention Flo’s coming back soon probably but not go into all the private stuff Thomas talked about it, just that he thinks Flo will back soon. 

Delta is finally going to give people “The Exit Call” - Details on how to leave safely will be given to all those with permission to leave. Basically all played muses who Delta is aware of shall have permission and get the details personally and be told to give the details to no others. 

Willem and Fig are the only ones out and about still. I hate to fast forward them too because I was so into their adventure there for a sec but idk maybe zip everybody back to a good spot? Let’s at least get them home and playable. I don’t think he’s leaving Feral anyway. But if you want her for something in Funkytown use her idk. I hate them being held up. It’s just a really big chunk I have to write next to get them through the last of the adventure I had no idea I was going to write which ended up pretty damn awesome hahaha. I’m still going to finish it. But, if you need Fig say they’re home and he has a Aunt Peri now. Hook’s out there I guess probably has a chip on his shoulder Willem went and had to play against him. But it all worked out in the end using his wings, and his Aunt’s wings, and even his puppet Tink’s wings to make magic to fix the winter and Pan and on goes the war that goes on forever between Hook and Pan keeping the Nevers alive and thriving. Or something like that. lmao. I’ll fill in the details later. 

I feel like I’m missing something or somebody. But that’s it so far. Meep. 

[theacevampire]

Under The Skin I

Pairing: Kakashi x fem!Reader

Genre: romance, kind of hurt/comfort

Wordcount: ~2.4k

Warnings: none

Track: Fewjar, Frodo – Polemonium

A/N: AHHHH I'm so excited to share this fic with you guys and I can't believe this is the first time I'm writing for Kakashi. I love this man, how have I not written even once for him until now??

Under The Skin masterlist

Guidance

It was a lovely day in Konoha. The spring sun shone brightly in the sky, slowly disappearing behind the buildings with only a few clouds to be seen and warming up the cold atmosphere the winter had left behind. A soft breeze made the cherry blossom leaves twirl and dance around, gently landing in people’s faces. With the advent of spring, the dull and cold atmosphere of winter left and the people’s hearts thawed with the sun. Through the glass front of your studio, you could watch the people on the street running errands or taking a walk. It had been a rather quiet day with no appointments in the morning and only one in the afternoon, Karui, who you were currently working on.

“Hey.” She cleared her throat. “Would you mind a short break? I know, it’s probably not much left to do, but a bit of walking would be nice, I think.”

Over the past few months, you had turned her naked arm into a full sleeve after she had initially only asked for a pair of butterfly wings on the inside of her upper arm. As soon as the wings had healed, she had been standing in front of your desk again, asking for more, obsessed with getting more ink on her.

Under the mask you wore while tattooing, you smiled at her. “Sure thing. You’re doing great and I admit, I expected you to ask for one sooner. But you’re used to everything by now, right?”

Karui laughed. “Yeah, by now I could probably fall asleep while you’re working on my arm. It’s just my legs and my back need a stretch after sitting in that chair for so long.”

While she walked around through your studio, you pulled down your mask to take a sip from your water bottle. “Would you like something to drink?”

Karui shook her head and sat down in the chair again. Pulling your mask back on, you got back to putting the finishing touches to the colors when the bell above your front door rang and Genma’s voice sounded through the room. Sparing him only a glance, you continued focusing on the work before you, still listening with half an ear.

“You can ask, but she won’t do it. Believe me.” He smirked, his senbon bobbing between his lips as he spoke. “She’s a little peculiar in this regard.”

With a sigh, you paused tattooing and looked at Genma with a raised eyebrow, giving him a provoking glare. “You’re not talking about me, are you?”, you asked, daring him to say anything else. “Or do you want your next tattoo to be a giant dick? The next one you wanted was a chest piece, right? I bet your next hook-up will love it!”

He chuckled. “Baby, I’d take every piece of art you make.”

“Alright then, do you have a selfie for reference?”

His hand grabbed his chest over his heart and his face twisted in feigned pain. “Ouch, baby. That hurt. But I’m not the one with business. My friend here”, he threw his arm around the other man’s shoulders, “is the one with an issue.”

“Lord Sixth!”, Karui greeted with a bow of her head.

Only then did you look at Kakashi Hatake, who was accompanying Genma. “I’ll finish this and then we can talk about your business.” His eyes were full of surprise, but you couldn’t tell if it was because of your informality or something else.

Soon enough, you put your machine down and blew some air over the brand-new tattoo, before wrapping Karui’s forearm in plastic foil to protect it. “You already know, how to take care of this now, do you?”, you asked her with a smile that was only visible through your eyes.

“Yes!”, she answered enthusiastically. “Thank you for your time and creativity, I really appreciate it!” She slid the necessary bills and a hefty tip over the counter and left your studio with a wave and a happy grin. It always warmed your heart when a client left your studio in such good spirits.

Clapping your hands together, you turned to Genma and his companion. “Okay, so what’s up?”

Kakashi took a deep breath. Even with half of his face still covered, his awkwardness was obvious. “Do you do cover-ups?”

“Yeah, if it’s possible and nothing pitch black, I can do it. Where and what is it? Do you mind showing me?”

This is where he became very hesitant. His heart was racing like crazy and he couldn’t remember a time he had been more nervous – not even during the Fourth Shinobi War. He threw a glance at Genma asking for help, who just raised his hands defensively and took a step back. He sighed and took of his flak vest, before pulling his left arm from his long-sleeved, hands shaking. His gaze fixed on you he turned his naked arm to you. “This one.”

The whole arm was naked except for the bright red flame marking Konoha’s Anbu.

“Nope. Absolutely not”, you said firmly while shaking your head. “Not happening. First off, I’m not allowed to cover these tattoos since Anbu members need to be labelled as such. And second, even if I was allowed, I’d rather not cover up my dad’s work.”

The frustration on his face was evident. His eyebrows furrowed and it seemed he started brooding over it. “You could ask him...”

You shook your head again. “Then we would be back at problem one. Even with my dad’s permission it’s still an Anbu flame. I’m sorry.”

His shoulders dropped and the disappointment in his eyes broke your heart. “There is no way, you’d ever make an exception, right? Not even for the Hok–”

 “Sorry”, you interrupted him. “I’d have to make a huge exception. And if I make an exception once, other people will ask me to make one for them too and if I don’t budge, I’m losing authenticity. Look, I know who you are outside of these walls, but in this studio, you are just a regular customer like Karui, like Genma, like everyone else.” You sighed again. “Besides, I’m really not allowed to cover up an Anbu mark and not even a Kage can change that.”

“Right, right” He nodded slowly, putting his arm back into its sleeve. His nails dug into the palm of his hand as he desperately tried to keep himself together and not fall apart right there in your studio. There was no one to blame beside himself. Genma had warned him and he had ignored it. “I get that. Sorry for bothering you.” With his head hanging low, he left through the front door. The happy jingle of the bells rang in sharp contrast to the distressed mood Kakashi had left behind.

Not once in the over fifteen years since you had started tattooing here, had a client left the studio in such a sorrowful way and it stung. Absent-mindedly you stared through the glass front onto the lively streets, the sudden silence ringing in your ears. You wanted to run after him so bad, apologize for being so cold and rejecting and call him back in to tell him you would do it. But no matter how bad you felt, you couldn’t.

Genma clicked his tongue and shrugged. “I told him you wouldn’t do it.”

His voice caused you to snap out of it. “It’s fine”, you answered after a moment. “You never know for sure until you ask, so it’s better he asked. I just don’t like people leaving my studio like this – or anything else than happy in general.”

“Has anyone ever left your studio anything else than happy?”

This time, you nodded. “Yeah. But I can count them on one hand.”

“Do you have any appointments left or are you up to talk about my chest piece?”

As much as you appreciated Genma’s enthusiasm to get your ink all over his body – thereby helping you pay rent – right now he was a little too hasty for your liking. “Genma, I haven’t finished your rib tattoo yet. How about waiting until that one’s done and healed and then we can talk seriously about the next one. Sakura’s gonna kill you if you ask her again to heal you. She’s probably fed up with it already.”

“I thought about a tiger... Do you need a look at these muscles to determine if you can do on them or not?”, he asked, his eyebrows twitching teasingly and a smirk on his lips.

Tease had to be his middle name. Ever since you had finished his first tattoo, he came back and always tried to flirt with you. That was just him. You never lived in the illusion you were the only one he treated like this and it never bothered you. You had no interest in pursuing a romantic relationship with him, so your flirting was always more of a friendly banter. And right now, it helped you get your mind off Kakashi, even if it was just for a little while.

“Oh, really?” Cocking an eyebrow, you returned the smirk. “I thought we set on a giant dick earlier. Don’t you like my idea anymore? Besides, a tiger on the chest is such a cliché. Don’t you want something more creative? More special?”

Genma started laughing, the senbon bopping in his mouth. “We talk about a creative motive and you propose a dick? Oh, the irony. Sweetie, a dick is the most uncreative thing you can draw on a person – good luck next time.”

A moment of silence passed between you, the only sound being the radio playing softly in the background.

“By the way, you’re closing soon, right?”, he changed the topic. “Are you up for some drinks?”

The crack of your back when you stretched your body echoed through the room. Karui’s tattoo session hadn’t been the longest you had ever done but sitting on the stool and focusing on your work before your for so long had taken a toll on your muscles and joints. Today hadn’t been the most stressful day you had ever experienced and still you were exhausted.

“Sorry, Gen, not today”, you declined, suppressing a yawn. “I know it’s been a while since the two of us had a drink but I don’t feel like it. Maybe next time, alright?”

His eyebrows furrowed as he eyed you up and down. “You’re not overworking yourself, are you?”

Doing nothing to hide the rolling of your eyes, you walked over to your desk to finish today’s paperwork. “Rich coming from the shinobi who’s on a new mission every week on average.”

For a moment only the quiet hum of the air conditioning was heard as Genma continued watching you.

“I swear I’m not overworking myself. Karui was my only appointment today. I’m just mentally drained and not in the mood for people.”

The receipt for Karui’s payment got filed in the appropriate folder and next week’s schedule found its way under your transparent desk mat. Grabbing your keys, you walked to your front door, shooing Genma before you out of the studio, and after promising him again you weren’t overworking yourself, you watched him disappear in the crowd of people. You locked up the door and put up the single sealing jutsu you knew as an additional safety measure before leaving the studio behind.

However, instead of on your own front door, you found yourself standing on the porch of the one person you wanted to see. Your safe harbor, one might say.

Your dad was pleasantly surprised to see you on his doorstep. Usually, you came by once a week and your last visit had been only a few days ago, so he wasn’t expecting you.

“Hey, Little Fox. What are you doing here? Bad day at work?” He took a step back to let you in. Usually, when you stopped by outside of your weekly visits, it was because you had trouble at work and needed advice from someone with several decades more experience.

“All in all, it wasn’t that bad but someone left in a sour mood.” You let yourself flop on the couch in the living room. “They wanted a cover-up I can’t do.”

As if it knew you were coming by, your dad’s kettle piped, signaling the water was boiling. Without asking, your dad got two mugs from his cupboard and made your favorite tea for you.

“You can’t make everyone happy, dear”, he said with a little grunt as he took a seat next to you, prompting you to lie your head on his shoulders. “That’s life, we can’t do everything and there will aways be people leaving unsatisfied.”

Neither of you said anything as the two of you got lost in your thoughts, drinking tea and enjoying each other’s company in the warm light of the setting sun.

“You know”, your dad spoke up after a while, “I, too, had a customer wanting a cover-up I couldn’t do come to me years ago. He approached me when I was out, travelling. I was forbidden to cover it, but he had a very good reason and it was really hard to decline his request, like I had sleepless nights over it, seriously contemplating to do it anyway. Despite him saying he understood, I could tell it bothered him. He was a young man, not even eighteen, whose village had failed him.” His tone was rapt, his mind back in that day. “It’s been years but I haven’t forgotten about him. And I never will.”

“Sounds auspicious”, you murmured.

Your dad let out a hearty laugh. “I didn’t tell you this to cheer you up – it’s too tragic for that. I told you, so you know things like this happen. I believe everyone will meet at least one person in their life who they crave to help but can’t. It’s a lesson to grow on and to learn from. You’ll never be able to help everyone and sometimes we have to accept failure, whether we want to or not. However, that does not mean we as a person are a failure.”

“Thanks, dad.”

[radiant-reid]

Neverland

Summary: Y/n and Spencer go trick or treating with Henry

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: nothing ??

Word Count: 1.6k

A/n: I’m really sorry I haven’t been posting much. I’ve just not been super motivated to write. Requests are still open though

"Oh no," JJ complained one Friday morning after she finished whatever phone call she was taking.

Her grievance caught the attention of both Spencer and Y/n, who were sitting in the bullpen.

"What's wrong?" Spencer asked, ever the concerned friend. It was never good when someone said, oh no, but it was much worse if that person was a member of the BAU.

JJ shook her head, both reassuring them it wasn't too serious and not wanting to both them with her problems. "Henry was meant to go trick-or-treating with his friend so Will and I could go to the dinner the police force is hosting. But, now his friend is sick." JJ explained the situation.

Spencer quickly found a solution, as he always did. "I'll take him." He decided, a smile spreading across his face.

"You really don't have to, Spence. He can be a bit of a handful with that much sugar." JJ assured him.

Spencer shook his head. "I'd love to do it, JJ." He tried to persuade her.

"I'll come." Y/n jumped in, knowing two of them were going to be more convincing than one of them.

JJ looked like she was considering it. "Are you sure you don't have any Friday night plans?" She asked. "I'm sure you don't want to spend it walking around with Peter Pan."

Y/n was about to reply when Spencer answered. "You didn't ask me that." He pouted. JJ and Y/n just shot him a look, not believing he had anything on. "I was going to watch an old Halloween movie in my apartment." He told them.

"I have a Tinkerbell costume at home," Y/n said, turning back to look at JJ.

"What am I going to wear?" Spencer asked. Both of them had taken JJ's lack of objections as a sign of agreement. "I have 17 different Halloween costumes."

Both of the girls laughed at him. "I do have a Captain Hook costume," Y/n mentioned smirking at Spencer.

He quickly shook his head. "Absolutely not."

"It'll be so cute, though." Y/n pleaded.

"Yeah, Spence, it'll be cute." JJ agreed, looking at him before looking at Y/n, making Spencer's eyes follow hers.

Spencer was a soft touch for the people he loved, ready to do anything they wanted. "Fine. But I am not wearing a fake mustache." He declared, knowing that they could probably convince him into it.

They talked about the rest of the details for a little while before returning to their paperwork with newfound vigor.

Spencer knocked on Y/n's door as soon as he'd dropped his things at his own apartment. Y/n immediately handed him the costume, pushing him into the bathroom to try it on.

He didn't mind the red coat, but the Elizabethan style ruff wasn't his style.

"Spencer, it looks great!!" Y/n cheered when he finally met her in the living room.

Spencer couldn't help but focus on her dress. The tight green sparkly material and short length were making it impossible for him to not notice it. It was respectful gawking, but gawking nonetheless.

"You...the d-dress is, uh, beautiful. You... you look beautiful." Spencer managed to fumble out the right words. He hoped she wouldn't notice, but the tiny smirk on her face made him sure she did.

Y/n did a little twirl, showing it off from every angle before picking up the hat that he hadn't even noticed was in the room. She placed it on his head, grinning when she pulled away. "Perfect. You really do look handsome, Spencer." Y/n assured him. "Are you ready to go?"

With her standing so close to him, perfume intoxicating him, all he could do was nod.

Secretly smirking, Y/n pulled him out of her apartment, and they drove to JJ's.

Y/n knocked on the door, Spencer studying the patterns on the costume wings.

Henry opened the door, the green cap slightly falling down his forehead with a big grin on his face. Y/n bent down to fix it before opening her arms up for a hug.

"Y/n!!" Henry cheered, hugging her for a brief moment before jumping up and down. Clearly, he had already had some candy.

Spencer bent down as Y/n stood up, wanting his own hug from Henry.

Instead, Henry squealed and ran away. "Ahh, you're the bad guy." He yelled. Spencer pouted at the little boy who still refused to give him a hug before looking up, glaring at Y/n.

"I'll give you more candy than mommy says you can have." Spencer attempted to bribe him, making Y/n laugh at the fact she was his favorite.

Henry shook his head, running back to Y/n with a giggle. Spencer looked up at her with a playful scowl.

Before he could blame her verbally, JJ walked in.

"Henry, what have we said about opening the door by yourself?" JJ asked, looking sternly at him.

Henry matched Spencer's pout as he attached himself to his mother's legs. "Sorry, mommy." JJ let him get away with it, pushing some of the blond hair out of his eyes.

"You look amazing, Jayje," Y/n mentioned, taking in her figure in the dark blue evening gown. Spencer nodded in agreement.

"So do you, Y/n. And, Spence, you look cute." JJ returned the compliments. Y/n thanked her genuinely while Spencer did sarcastically. He didn't want to be cute.

Will walked in wearing a suit, tie matching JJ's dress. "Hey, you two." He greeted them before turning to JJ. "Are you almost ready to go, Darlin'?" He asked, his voice sounding as southern as ever.

JJ nodded at him, gathering her things from the side table. "Are the two of you going to be alright?" She asked. Spencer and Y/n nodded. "Okay, there's pizza in the kitchen, not too much candy, and in bed by 8." She directed them as she and Will walked out the door.

"Can we go now? Can we go now? Can we go now?" Henry cheered, jumping up and down.

The two adults looked at each other before nodding. "Do you have something to put your candy in, honey?" Y/n asked him.

Henry nodded, racing off to get a massive, plastic pumpkin candy bucket. It was bigger than his head, easily able to fit more candy than he'd be able to eat. Probably more than the 3 of them would be able to eat.

"Okay, let's go," Spencer said, opening the door for Y/n and Henry. Henry looked up at Spencer and took his hand, following the rules and subsequently melting his godfather's heart.

They made their way down the street, knocking on each door and retrieving candy. The full-sized candy bars Henry was collecting were quickly filling up his pumpkin faster than he could eat them.

"You're a beautiful family." One woman told them as she handed Henry a little packet of sour patch kids.

Spencer's face flushed red as Y/n watched. "W-w-we're not-"

"Thank you," Y/n replied, cutting Spencer off and saving the stranger an explanation of their life.

It wasn't like they looked related, at all, but between the matching Halloween costumes, it wasn't a ridiculous conclusion to draw.

Henry was oblivious as he politely thanked the woman, showing off the manners his parents had installed in him.

The silent look Y/n gave him as they walked away from the house made him aware of why she'd said it. It made sense, but he hadn't wanted to make her feel uncomfortable.

"Uncle Spence, can you carry me?" Henry asked, looking up at him with wide eyes, his bottom lip sticking out.

Spencer didn't hesitate to bend down, putting Henry on his back so he could give him a piggyback.

Y/n smiled at the two of them, both so enticed by the holiday. She took the stuffed pumpkin out of Henry's hand so it wouldn't bump against Spencer.

"Can I have Skittle, please?" Henry requested.

Y/n smiled at his mispronunciation, opening the packet and handing it to him. "No more after that, hon, it's almost bedtime." She told him as they walked back to the house. Henry nodded, far too sugar high to care. Clearly, he was about to crash. Y/n just hoped it would be into bed.

Once they got back to JJ and Will's, Y/n went to get Henry's pajamas while Spencer took Henry to get some hot chocolate.

She looked around the room for a moment, flipping through the scrapbook of Henry's first years. She hadn't been with the team when he was born.

"Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!" Henry came running into the room screaming, jumping on his bed.

Spencer rushed in after him, Y/n immediately frowning at him.

"Reid, has he by any chance had more sugar?" Y/n asked pointedly.

Spencer clenched his teeth together in a straight line before smiling a little. Y/n frowned at his lack of response. "How could I resist that face?" He asked, looking over at Henry. The little boy did look happy, grinning as he continued to jump up and down.

"Why don't you get him to sleep?" Y/n suggested. Although Spencer knew it wasn't a suggestion. "It's already 8:15." She informed him before walking away. She went to the kitchen, finding some of the pizza JJ had mentioned.

Spencer was back in record time, only taking 10 minutes.

"How is that possible?" Y/n asked, looking up at him from where she was sitting.

Spencer shrugged before smirking. "It only took two books." He announced proudly.

Y/n shook her head. "That's just unfair."

Spencer let out a little laugh, taking off his Captain Hook cloak and sitting next to her on the couch.

Y/n leaned over, resting her head on his shoulder. "I had fun tonight." She mentioned.

He just grinned at her, happy she couldn't see the impossibly big smile. "Me too."

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wait the royal mumbo one was so cute wtffff I need a part 2 where they get together 🥺

All this romantic fluff is absolutely melting me (/pos). Yes, I know I’m the one writing it, but I’m single and lonely and absolutely projecting relationship goals onto some of these fics. Also, what would you guys think of a part 3? First official date? Just send an ask and I’ll add it to the list <3

Redstone Royalty pt. 2

Royal!Mumbo x gn!Reader (romantic)

Summary: You are called to the Kingdom of Boatem by Mumbo’s co-rulers. Apparently he’s just as down bad for you as you are for him.

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any needed here! It’s just fluff!

Part 1 here!

After the party, you and Mumbo became pen pals. Your letters started out cordial, ending with “sincerely” and largely discussing redstone, but soon they grew more intimate. Mumbo told you about his friends and co-rulers of Boatem, and you shared stories about your brothers’ antics.

Despite the physical distance between your empires, you felt closer than ever before.

One letter you received was different from its predecessors. Instead of Mumbo’s personal seal, the wax that closed the envelope was stamped with the seal of the kingdom of Boatem.

To Y/N of the Antarctic Empire,

You are formally invited to visit the Kingdom of Boatem. We have heard much of you from our co-ruler, and are excited to meet the person who has captured his heart. Please, he won’t stop talking about either you or redstone, and you’re probably the only one who understands the redstone bits.

From their royal majesties,

Grian, Impulse, Scar, and Pearl

You weren’t quite sure whether or not to laugh. Mumbo had been talking about you? His friends thought you had “captured his heart?” You certainly had feelings for the man, but weren’t sure that he felt the same.

You were sure about one thing. You knew you wanted to accept this invitation and see Mumbo again.

The carriage pulled up in front of the Boatem palace. You barely waited for it to stop moving before opening the door and leaping out. Your shoes hit the cobblestone of the path with a clack, and you stumbled with the force of your leap.

A laugh sounded out from the palace. “Well, someone’s excited!” Looking up, you identified the voice as belonging to a tall, well-muscled woman in a copper crown. She smiled at you as she met your eyes. “You must be Y/N, right?”

You grinned, a bit sheepishly. “That’s me!”

“I’m Pearl. It’s great to finally meet you! The boys and I have heard a lot about you.” As you approached, Pearl stuck out a hand for you to shake.

Taking it, you reply. “Nothing too terrible, I hope!” She shook her head.

“Not at all! Quite the opposite, in fact. Come with me and I’ll introduce you to the others.”

Pearl led you inside the palace of Boatem, where you met up with a pair of men. One, with brightly coloured wings, introduced himself as Grian. You recognized his name from the many tales of shenanigans that Mumbo had written to you about. The other man was Impulse, the head of industry for the kingdom. They were both very happy to meet you, though Grian had a mischievous grin throughout the entirety of your conversation.

Soon, the trio led you to Mumbo’s workshop, where their fifth member also was. After a long walk through winding hallways, your group ended up in front of a smooth wall.

The door was apparently sealed shut through a redstone contraption. As you identified the button to open it, Grian pressed the stone enthusiastically. A moment passed as pistons shot off, moving the bricks to reveal an entrance into a large garage.

Tables were set up and spread throughout the room, which was brightly lit by a multitude of redstone lamps. Mumbo stood hunched over one of the surfaces, the sleeves of his suit rolled up as he fiddled with some half-built device. A man in an enormous top hat was speaking to him, leaning on the edge of the table while gesturing animatedly with his hands. A grey-and-white cat sat on the table next to the unfamiliar man, tail neatly curled over its paws.

Hearing the opening of the door, the man in the hat looked up, grinning as he saw the collection of people at the entrance. “Well, hello hello! How are my fellow rulers?”

Mumbo, on the other hand, sighed. “Grian, I thought I told you not to come here and mess with the buttons and levers.”

Your winged guide grinned wider. “As much fun as that would be, I’ve actually brought someone here that I think you’d like to see.”

At this, Mumbo looked up. He seemed confused when he scanned your small group, until Impulse and Pearl stepped aside to reveal you more clearly, whereupon his face dropped into disbelief.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

You gave a small wave. “Hi.”

Mumbo pushed himself back from the table he stood at and practically ran the few steps across the room towards you. As he approached, he pulled you into a hug. You returned it, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I’m surprised to see you here, though I can’t say I’m unhappy with this.” Mumbo’s voice was muffled slightly from where he’d rested his head in the crook of your shoulder.

“Neither am I.” You kept your voice soft as well.

The two of you stood together for a long moment before Mumbo pulled away. You could feel warmth rising to your cheeks as you looked at him. There was a bit of red in his face too.

After a beat of eye contact, Mumbo coughed and looked to where his co-rulers had stood. Following his line of vision, you saw that his friends had left as the two of you were distracted.

Looking back to Mumbo, you found him watching you again. When you met his eyes, he looked away, flushing red. Turning, he walked back to the redstone he’d been working on before you entered. “So, why are you here?”

You followed him over to the table, leaning over to watch what he was doing as you responded. “I received an invitation from your friends. They asked me to come, and I was happy to take the opportunity to see you again.”

Mumbo paused what he was doing for a moment, but didn’t look up. “Oh.” He continued working.

“The letter said that I had- how did they put it? ‘Captured your heart.’ I didn’t really know what to think of that.” You were certain your face was on fire. “I mean, I don’t know if that’s how you really feel or if they were wrong- not that you feeling that way would be a bad thing! I mean, I think you’re pretty too- er, pretty smart.” Now you were rambling.

You hadn’t noticed that Mumbo had stopped working entirely. Instead, he was watching you with a waterfall of emotions flashing across his face. Confusion, a bit of panic, the whole range.

“I think what I'm trying to say is, were they right? Do you like me the same way I like you?” Finally you stopped, looking up at Mumbo apprehensively.

The expression his face had settled on was an adoring smile. “Yes.” His simple answer surprised you, and it showed. The arm you were leaning on gave out and you almost fell to the floor. You would have if Mumbo hadn’t noticed and caught your arm in time, stabilising you.

He chuckled. “I kind of thought it was obvious.” You looked down, a bit embarrassed.

“Oh.”

When you raised your gaze again to look at Mumbo, he looked to be contemplating something. “What’s on your mind?”

He started. “Oh- I was just thinking, since I like you and you like me… Would it be okay if I kissed you?” Mumbo looked down slightly as he spoke, blushing.

You stared at him for a moment, processing what he’d just said. “If not, that’s okay, that’s why I’m asking-”

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his. He tried to jerk away at the unexpected action, but leaned back in once he realised what was happening. Your nerves felt like they were on fire. You had never once realised that this was a way a person could feel, and now you couldn’t get enough.

You both took a breath as you pulled away.

“Wow, that was- yeah, wow. Okay.”

You laughed at Mumbo’s stunned expression. “So it was okay, then?”

He looked shocked as he nodded, as though he couldn’t believe you could doubt your experience.

“Good.” Before he could respond, you used the collar of his shirt to pull him back in, crashing his lips to yours again.

[cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic]

Whatever You Want

A/N:  My first Hawks fic omg I’m so excited. The smut could've been longer but I was tired writing this. I know most of the time Hawks is depicted as being super aggressive and dominant during his rut but I wanted to try a different approach. I hope you guys enjoy this subby Hawks meal because I know I sure did. Love you all !!!!!

Fandom: Hawks, MHA

Pairing: Hawks x Reader

Warnings: I’m not the best when it comes to following writing rules. I pretty much write how I want to, so if you’re a stickler for grammar and what not just ignore it or don’t read loll (I’m nice I promise.) SMUT SMUT SMUT

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Plot: Spring has hit and Hawks is entering his rut. He is desperate for any type of release.

        Spring is here. The weather is great and everyone is in a wonderful mood. Well, almost everyone. My phone continuously vibrates in my lap, my screen lighting up with text after text and call after missed call from my boyfriend. I feel bad not answering him but I have things to do and unfortunately he’s going to have to wait for a while. I sat at my desk trying my best to complete all the work I had left before I left for the day. Heat began to emanate from my phone from the sheer number of notifications coming through. All from one person. Keigo goes through this rut every spring. He told me about it when we first began dating and even though we've been together for two years this is the first time I'm going through it with him. Last year I was in another country on a very important mission. I had to stay on the phone with him for hours while he jerked himself off, saying lewd and obscene things.

        He made me promise not to go on any missions that would take me away from him this year. I replied to the last of my emails for the day before closing my computer. As I made my way out the door of my busy office I said my goodbyes to all my co-workers. When I finally got to my car I sighed trying to release all the stress I had built up. The engine of my car revved to life, I backed out of my parking space and drove out onto the road. I used a voice command to call Keigo back as I drove. I just know he’s gonna be pissed.

“Babybird, where have you been all day? I've been calling you nonstop. Why didn't you pick up the phone?” His voice shook as he spoke.

“I’m so sorry babe but I had to finish my work and I didnt want to get distracted. I’m on my way home to you now, don't worry.”

        I could hear him shifting in the bed. Probably trying to get comfortable while he waited for me.

“Hurry. Please. I want you so bad. I don’t even know what to do with myself. All        I can think about is how badly I want to touch you and hear all the noises you make when I’m inside you. Get home now.”

        He hung up before I could even respond. I knew what that meant. I sped home as fast as I could. Once I made it up to our apartment I opened the door to see the place in shambles. Things were all over the place, all the pillows in the living room were gone and ice littered the floor. Slowly I pushed the door open to our room and my vision was instantly blocked by keigo as he rushed me. His hands were all over my body grabbing and squeezing, as if they were searching for any inch of me that wasn't covered by clothing. His mouth crashed into mine. The kiss was desperate and passionate. He nipped at my bottom lip. A small yelp escaped me. His wings fluttered in response.

“Keigo wait - just - I need to - let me just take a shower. I’ll be quick, just give me two minutes.”

“You can shower later. I need you.”

        I squirmed and turned, trying to escape his grasp but no matter what I tried I couldn't get away from him. I’d been at work all day running up and down doing all kinds of things. I felt sweaty and icky and all I wanted to do was wash this long day away before I did anything with him. His lips traveled to my neck. He inhaled deeply taking in my scent.

“Babybird you smell so good just the way you are. You don't need to shower.”

        My resolve to shower started wearing thin as the heat within my core grew. He placed wet open mouth kisses all over my neck. I moaned, pressing my body into his.

“Please baby, I need you. I’m desperate for you right now. My cock is so hard I can feel it pulsating and so much pre cum is leaking out of me, I can't take it.  Please!”

        Hearing him beg was like music to my ears. I love it when he lets go and gives me control. It doesn't happen often but when it does I turn into a different person,

“Okay baby I’ll help you. Take these pants off.”

        As he removed his pants I unbuttoned my dress shirt and allowed it to slide off of me to the floor. My bra followed soon after. Keigo was on me in an instant, his mouth attached to one of my sensitive nipples while his free hand massaged the other. I cradled his head in my hands gently stroking the nape of his neck. He groaned into my chest.

“That feels so good baby.” I said breathlessly as he moved his attention to my other breast.

        My head fell back as I reveled in the feeling of his lips and tongue. His strong hands were wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him. His face was completely engulfed in my chest now.

“Do you like when I hold you like this while your mouth is full with my breast? Hmmm? You like turning me on like that? You wanna be my good boy so badly don’t you?”

        He let out a whine like groan. I felt his body shiver. I could see how frustrated he was but I was enjoying myself too much to give in just yet.

“What’s the matter baby? Are you that worked up you can’t even talk anymore? All you can do is moan and groan? All you want is a little release huh? You want to fuck me until I can’t take anymore, until I’m full with all your cum. Is that it?”

        I gently slid my fingers down one of his wings just to tease him even more.

“Please! Don’t tease me like that (Y/N)  I’m barely holding on here. You’re so fucking hot I just wanna take you right here right now but I also wanna be a such  good boy for you it hurts.”

“Okay baby I think I’ve had my fun. Let me make you feel better.”

        I knelt down in front of Hawks, his swollen erection twitched with anticipation. His eyes darkened with lust as he looked down on me. He probably thought I was going to give him a blow job but I had something else in mind. I took him in my hand, he inhaled sharply at the contact. I allowed the pre cum leaking from his cock to fall onto my chest as I pumped him slowly allowing it to coat my breasts. The sheer amount that came from him shocked me. I’d never seen anything like it. His hips bucked into my hand desperate for more friction. My slow pace made him growl with frustration. I loved teasing him, he always got needy so quickly but I knew it was time to finally give him what he wanted.

        Ever so slowly I guided him in between my breasts and squeezed them together. I opened my mouth to speak but before I could even get the words out he was pumping his cock up and down against my chest. His pace was fast and without thought. His hands gripped my hair pulling it as he used my body for his pleasure.

“It feels s-so good.” He groaned through clenched teeth, throwing his head back

“Look at me. Yes. Is this what you've been craving? Huh? What you've been begging for all day? I know this is what you've been dreaming about. Having your cock between my beautiful soft breasts?”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuk.” He moaned.

        I couldn't help but smile. I had him wrapped around my finger in this moment. I could ask anything of him right now and he’d say yes without hesitation. I loved having this control. It really made me feel so powerful to know that I could make such a dominant man like Hawks bend to my will using only my breasts. I could feel his  body begin to shiver. His grip on my hair grew even tighter. The veins in his cock bulged and pulsated and I knew he was close.

“If you wanna cum you know what you have to say don't you baby?”

        He hesitated, not wanting to give up that last little piece of control.

“Come on, I know you’re so close. It's right there isnt it. All you have to do is say one thing for me.” I pushed my breasts together even more around him.

“Ahhhhhhhh! Can I cum please?!”

“Please what?”

“Mommy!”

        That’s all it took. His thrusts were hard and rough as he came all over my face and chest. His whole body convulsed and shook. I could hear the ruffeling of his feathers. Once his movements stopped I used my hand to pump him. He groaned as a jolt went through his body. I was shocked. He was so sensitive yet he was still so hard. I looked up at him in disbelief. A chill ran through my body when we made eye contact. The look on his face was unlike any I'd seen before.

“You’ve had your fun with me babybird now it’s my turn.”

[roonilwazlibimagines]

Hello! How you doin'? I hope you're alright!

I spent the whole weekend stalking your blog,and I'm absolutely in love with it,you writing style is amazing!

I wanted to request some fluff headcanons for being wolfstar kid and dating harry,kind of like the one you did for Fred,but with harry?

I'm such a simp for the choosen one!

Thank you!

Hi! I’m sorry this took me five years but I do love this concept! And I love when people stalk my page!! Thank you so much ❤️❤️

Honestly I feel like everyone would expect you to date

Like maybe no one said anything but honestly Sirius and Remus would be so mad if you guys didn’t get together

But like either way they’re mad because James isn’t there 🥲

But I feel like Harry would really and genuinely trust you

Especially after finding out your parents history

And I honestly think this is the best time opportunity for a very long and yearning best friends to lovers

Like you know everything about Harry and he knows everything about you

And Harry really likes you but he doesn’t think you like him

And you like him too but maybe you’re too shy to ask him out or maybe you don’t want to ruin the friendship

But like as soon as one of you can’t sleep you’re both seeking out the other and you both just get each other

And I’m imagining this post Hogwarts and so you both know each other really well and you’re just really close

Like especially when you’re at Grimmauld place and Remus and Sirius watch you and they’re just like in awe because you’re so close and literally just what they wanted their children to be like

Remus and Sirius would try to get the both of you to admit it

Like Remus goes up to you and he’s like, ‘so….Harry?’

And Sirius goes up to Harry and he’s like, ‘so….y/n?’

And you’re both just like ?

And they’re both just like ‘you’re obviously in love with each other’

And you’re both like ‘no we’re just friends :/‘

And they’re torn because they want to convince you it’s more than that but they also don’t want to push any boundaries

Also making you guys do things together, like i feel like Harry is visiting Sirius and lupins place very often, because he trusts them and he also gets to see you

And it just so happens that you and Harry end up doing the dishes after because Remus and Sirius suddenly have to do something very urgent in this very moment

And also them being the best wing man’s for both of you

Like Sirius will tell you about how much he loves having Harry around and he is so funny and just a great guy, you know?

And Remus is telling Harry how great you are and how much you love whenever he visits

And maybe one day you bring up how annoying they are to Harry

And Harry is like ‘they do it to you too?’

And you guys laugh over it buttttt it eventually leads to you both confessing your feelings

And you’re both just giddy and excited but agree that you want to keep it from Remus and Sirius just to torture them

So you guys go on dates and you’re getting pretty serious but it’s still a secret

And Remus and Sirius know you’re seeing someone (and probably make a ‘poor Harry :(‘ comment) and they ask you but don’t push when you tell them it’s still new and you don’t want to ruin anything

But they really want to meet them (and they’ve respectfully stopped talking about Harry to you, even if they whined about it the night they realised you were seeing someone)

And you’re like okay I’ll invite him for dinner on Friday

And they’re like no Harry is coming over on Friday

But you’re like no it’s fine

And they want to say ‘it’s not fine because Harry is in love with you and it will break his heart’ but instead they say ‘okay’

But anyways when Harry comes you introduce him as your boyfriend and Sirius is dramatic so whatever he is holding he drops and Remus actually lets out a laugh

And they’re so excited and so upset that you never told them

And they keep asking questions because they’re nosy and need to know everything

And honestly you both thought they were bad when you weren’t dating but they’re even worse now

Because now they’re not trying to get you alone and are always beside you

Not even in a protective, they’re literally just nosy and like knowing what you guys do and what you talk about

So you and Harry really treasure time alone

And everyone is happy because the Marauder children are dating

But everyone’s still sad because Lily and james never got to see it 🥲