#like that kid had talons and she went for the eyes!

[kmt123whatsthetea]

The art of having kids

Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley

Requested by: @jelloangela

Request gist: “Overstimulation and breeding with the Weasley twins”

A/N: Thanks for the request! When it comes to the twins, magic must be real cause I'm under some sort of horny spell lol. I don't know why this one took me so long, writer's block has me in a choke hold.

T/W: Breeding, Overstimulation, Praise, sweet nicknames (I went for one's different than usual), a teeny bit of nipple play (thought I’d add a warning anyway), no aftercare

The day had been such a drag at the joke shop. Normal customers looking at the same old stock. The twins had been at the till all day just people watching. At around 4pm, a couple came in with a small boy. The boy looked so excited by all the colours and noises that the shop provided. He was giggling and touching everything in his reach. His parents trailed behind him, putting everything back in its designated place.

Normally, customers touching things and putting them down would be one of the worst things a retail worker could come across, but this kid was so adorable. After the small family had left, the twins turned to each other. The shared look only meant one thing, you were in for a rough night.

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You had been upstairs in the flat above the shop preparing dinner for when the twins locked up. At first when you hear them running up the stairs, you thought something bad was happening, like a fire or a howler from Mrs Weasley.

The twins practically burst through the door and pulled you out of the kitchen, directing you towards the bedroom before you could even ask questions. Fred was in front of you pulling you by yours hands while George was behind you pushing you with eager hands on your waist. They often got like this, where they’d just ambush you and start tugging at whatever you were wearing.

Fred sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you to stand between his legs while George trapped you there with his slim body. Fred tugged your jeans down along with your underwear, George pulled your blouse up. Both twins worked towards the same thing, getting you as bare as possible, as quick as possible.

When they achieved their goal of getting you naked, they both watched you the same way a hungry owl would watch a lost baby bunny, just waiting to strike with sharp talons. Fred stood up, pushing you onto the bed in his place. The boys stripped off their suits until they both stood before you in their underwear.

“Isn’t our girl so pretty and perfect, Georgie? She’s gonna make an amazing mother”

Fred’s words caught you off guard a little, but didn't put you off. George sat next to you and tutted at his brother.

“Freddie, you’re gonna scare our pretty girl away. How does it sound, angel? Being a pretty mummy for our babies? We’ll keep you so full of our cum until it takes, until you become so round and swollen. Just think of how perfect you’d look with a swollen tummy all because of us”.

George always had a way of talking you into kinky situations. Fred has always been the one to jump at the chance to try a new kink, whereas George would sit you down and discuss it first. He’d give you those puppy dog eyes that only he could and you’d be nodding, eager to try it. And nothing changed this time around.

You nodded, giving the boys the green light to do whatever they pleased. George's lips connected with your neck while Fred snaked his hands to your thighs, pulling your legs around his hips. Fred moved his tip up and down your slit, bumping it against your clit in an effort to get you wetter. George left marks along the skin of your neck while his hand made its way to rub over your nipples, which were slowly hardening beneath his rough fingers.

When Fred felt you were wet enough, he pushed in. Even when he was balls deep, he didn't stop to let you adjust. Fred had always claimed that you never needed to adjust, because they fucked you on a daily basis.

His thrusts were slow but deep, wanting to keep as much on his cock buried inside of you as he could. His hands gripped your hips, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. George's lips moved along your neck and up to your ear.

“Does he feel good, baby? You like having him deep in that little pussy? I bet you do. We’re gonna take care of you. Can’t have the mother of our children lifting a finger, now can we?”

The thought of the twins getting you pregnant caused a moan to slip past your lips. Both boys knew that they had won you over. They'd keep you bed bound until there was a positive pregnancy test if they had to. Fred’s thrusts slowly got quicker, while his hand moved to rub at your clit. He always did that when he got the chance to fuck you, loving the way your walls squeezed around him.

Fred’s eyes locked onto yours, his breath coming out in groans.

“You wanna cum, pretty baby? Get my cock all nice and wet and I’ll fuck a baby into you”

His fingers got quicker circling your clit, and then it hit you. Your walls squeezed Freds cock as you came. George kept his hand busy with your tits while whispering sweet words in your ear. But Fred didn’t slow down. His thrusts stayed the same rhythm, which eventually led to your moans turning to whines and your legs trying to close around his waist to stop the onslaught of pleasure. Fred held your thighs apart, while George directed your attention onto him with his voice.

“Sweet girl, if you want Freddie to fill you up, you need to stay still. Don't want him to pull out, do you?”

Although the pain was intertwined with the pleasure, you still shook your head at the very thought of him pulling out. Fred kept going, slowly bringing you to the brink again. All it took was another orgasm from you to make his thrusts turn sloppy and his cock pulse. With a low groan, he buried himself deep within your pussy, making sure every last drop of his cum would stay inside of you where it belonged. After catching his breath, he turned to George.

“Get up here, it’s gonna all leak out when I pull out”

George got up from his place next to you to stand beside his brother. As soon as Fred pulled out, George pushed in. Fred sat next to you, trying to gently shush the whimper that threatened to escape your lips. George slowly built up to a quick pace, his eyebrows furrowing at Fred who was rubbing your clit.

“Fred, she can't handle more. I bet in this state, she couldn't even tell us apart”.

George was always the caregiver. While Fred insisted that you could take more, always drawing another orgasm from you, George was the one who would be reluctant to push you. It wasn't that he didn't like seeing you in such a blissed out state or didn't think you could handle an orgasm or two, he didn’t like those little pouts and whimpers when the pleasure morphed with pain.

“Oh come on Georgie, our girl can handle it. She’s not made of glass, she can take it. Can’t you, sweets?”

Even after a couple of orgasms, you weren’t completely in subspace. You nodded at George, hoping to ease his worries.

“Please Georgie, I can take it. I want you to fill me up. Please Georgie?”

How could George ever say no to you?

His thrusts got rougher, desperate to give you what you asked. That building pleasure was quick to release, giving you your third orgasm of the night. George kept thrusting, although somewhat reluctantly. When he felt his own orgasm approaching, his thrusts got more manic. Soon, his cum spurted inside of you, mixing with both your own juices and Fred cum. George slowly pulled out, while Fred picked your underwear up and slipped in back up your legs. He was determined to keep it all inside you.

Even if it didn't take the first time, you could always try again the next night.

[slaybestieslay946]

Luke Castellan and Persephone!Child (I know she doesn’t canonically have Demi-god kids but I feel like it fits well) with a story similar to Eurydice and Orpheus’s sad tale.

thank you so much for your request, it acc ties in really well to a fic idea ive had for a while, so i was so excited to see this in my inbox!!

Circle

MASTERLIST

word count: 1800

pairing: luke castellan x persephone!reader

warnings: death, minor depictions of violence, angst

a/n: partly inspired by the request, partly by mitski's song 'circle' honestly i think it made this extra gut-wrenching. hope you all enjoy!

'Nobody knows my lover, is buried underground.'

When Luke Castellan received his quest, everyone knew who he would pick to take with him. 

Immediately, he turned to you, flashing you a bright grin, and beckoning you towards him. You laughed, wading through the crowd to your lover, smiling brightly all the way. 

The rest of camp half blood rolled their eyes fondly at the pair of you, and just how disgustingly in love you were. 

It had been like this ever since you arrived at camp half blood, mere months after Luke himself. 

You’d been escorted to the Hermes cabin by one of the older campers, and sat down on a bunk bed. You had looked around the place, lost, confused, and homesick. 

And then a boy stepped up to you, asking how you were, what your name was. And gods, even at the age of 14, you knew he was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen. Luke thought the same about you. 

He was so drawn to you, he couldn’t stay away. 

Now, even 4 years later, nothing had changed. 

He was openly enraptured by you, just as Hades was with your mother. He was never seen without you by his side, so of course he’d pick you to bring on his first quest.

A few days later, you set off, Luke’s half-brother, Chris Rodriguez in tow. Everything started off well, you’d managed to locate someone to tell you where the Garden of Hesperides was, in order to retrieve the golden apple that you had been sent for. 

On the way there, you hardly encountered any monsters. You lived comfortably, even if you slept in motels every night, and dined on gas station food. 

It all went downhill when you finally reached the garden. 

You and Chris stood guard whilst Luke stepped towards the tree, no sword in his hand. You kept your spear gripped tightly in your hand, should he awake the dragon sleeping at his feet. 

He eventually reached the foot of the tree, taking a deep breath before reaching up into the branches, and trying to snag one of the apples. Meanwhile, you didn’t take your eyes off the dragon, watching it for any sign of movement. 

And when it finally opened its dark eye, looking up at Luke, you ran forward, sprinting towards it with your spear outstretched to stab it. 

But you weren’t fast enough, and it turned, slashing a talon across your chest, and sending you collapsing onto the ground, blood soaking into your shirt. 

Luke darted towards you and in his rush, he wasn’t able to avoid the sharp tail of the dragon whipping across his face, leaving a fine cut all the way down it. 

He ignored the biting pain, barely able to register it when all he could see was you, lying on the floor, a pool of blood encircling you. 

“Hey, Y/N.” He whispered, patting your cheek gently, cradling your body to his chest, “You’re gonna be alright, yeah? Just open your eyes for me baby.” 

You struggled to do as he asked, looking up at your lover with confused eyes. 

“You-” You coughed, “You have to go. It’s over for me. Gonna go see mom.”

“No, no. Gotta stay with me. We can get through this.” He cried, brushing his thumbs across your face.

“I- I- I love y-you. W-we’ll s-see each other ag-gain.” You did your best to smile, and while all you wanted to do was reach up and hold his face, you found you didn’t have the strength to do so. 

He continued to cry and beg you to come back, but it was all for nothing, you’d gone silent, and your eyes were all still. 

And then vines began to wrap around your body, pulling you into the earth, down towards Persephone, your mother. 

Luke kept crying as they took you away from him, leaving nothing but your camp necklace behind. 

“Hey, man, we gotta go.” He heard Chris call, and he whipped his head around to berate him, until he saw his half-brother was currently in combat with the dragon that had killed you. 

He was right, they had to go. 

He scooped your camp necklace off of the ground, and ran towards his brother, who detached from his fight with the dragon to run away from the garden. Luke followed after him, tears streaming down his face the whole way. 

*

When Luke got back to camp, he was different. Numb. 

Annabeth ran up to him when they descended the hill, a bright smile on her face at her older brother's return. It faded slightly when she saw you weren’t right beside him. 

“Where’s Y/N?” She asked, looking around as if you’d pop out from nowhere.

“Gone.” Was all Luke could manage to say, pulling his little sister in for a hug he so desperately needed, confirmation that at least she was still here. 

For the next few months, he barely left the Hermes cabin, only ever going down to the amphitheatre in the early hours of the morning, where he could be seen slashing recklessly at wooden dummies left right and centre. 

He didn’t know how to live without you. He always thought you’d be with him forever. He had this vision that together you would grow old, and would die while sitting on some front porch, holding hands as you went at the same moment. 

Now he realised that it was a pipedream. You were demigods, it was never going to work out like that. 

But he couldn’t go on living like this. He didn’t want to wake up in the morning if you weren’t beside him. So he formed his plan, to go down to the underworld and retrieve you himself. 

His father was the god of travellers, and your mother was the queen of the underworld. It could work. 

So he travelled to the entrance to the underworld, your camp necklace in his hands, and prayed. First to your mother, asking for an audience, and second to his father, asking for use of his access to the underworld. It was the first time he had ever asked Hermes for anything, and if this worked, it would probably be the last. He’d never want for anything again if it meant you were with him again. 

And it did work. The gate opened to him, a long staircase down into the darkness. Luke descended quickly; he didn’t want to keep Persephone, or you for that matter, waiting.

He soon found himself pushing through crowds of lost souls, keeping a look out for you, but you were nowhere in sight. He then turned his attention back to reaching Persephone’s throne, breathing a sigh of relief as he finally found himself at the foot of it, looking up at the goddess herself. 

“You requested an audience with me, Mr Castellan. I hope this is not about my daughter.” Persephone said sternly, looking down at the demigod, her fears confirmed when she saw the string of beads clutched in his hands. 

“It is, but-”

“There’s no buts. I can’t do anything about your predicament. It is not within my jurisdiction.” She declared, her voice growing regretful, “My daughter is in Elysium, and that’s where she must stay.” 

“My lady, I understand that this is difficult for you. But we both know Y/N… died before her time. She would want to come back. She deserves to have a life.” 

“And you would give that to her?” 

“Yes.” 

“And you would protect her, better than I can?”

Luke gulped, “Just as well.” 

The goddess sighed, and muttered, almost to herself, “We have had this problem before, persuasive mortals and their tales of love. Let’s see if you can fare any better, Luke Castellan.” 

“I will release my only daughter from the underworld, on one condition. As you lead her back into the world of the living, you mustn’t look back at her. She will be following you, trust me on that, demigod.” 

“And if I do? Look back?”��

“Then you will never see her again. Not in your world, nor mine,” She looked down at him once again, a sad look in her eyes, “Now go, exit through the fields of asphodel, she will follow you from there.” 

Luke nodded firmly, and turned back around, returning the way he came, smiling more brightly than he had in months. 

He was going to see his Y/N again, all he had to do was not look back at her, how difficult could that be?

He pushed his way back through the fields of asphodel, keeping a tight hold of her camp beads. As soon as they reached the surface, he would string them around her neck again. He’d be able to hold her face in his palms, to kiss her, to hug her. Everything would be alright again. 

As he returned to the staircase, he felt a rush of wind behind him. It had to be her. Then, to confirm his suspicions, he heard soft footsteps on the stone staircase. Luke smiled to himself once again, wishing so desperately that he could greet her, but not wanting to break Persephone’s rules. 

He continued up the staircase for what felt like hours, it was definitely taking him a lot longer this time. The thing that kept him going was your footsteps behind him, a reminder that you were still there, following after him. 

Until they stopped, right as he became able to see the light coming from the living world above him. 

He paused for a moment, listening out for you. But he couldn’t hear anything besides his panting breaths and the odd screech of a harpy. 

Luke began to grow worried, a pit forming in his stomach, but he kept climbing the stairs. Persephone told him you’d be following, she wouldn’t lie, would she?

Or maybe it was all some elaborate joke. Fortune hadn’t been on his side recently. 

Maybe he should check. Just a peek, it couldn’t hurt, could it? What was so wrong about him looking back anyway, why shouldn’t he want to see his lover, the girl he would do anything for?

So he did. He turned, to look over his shoulder. 

And of course, you were right behind him, just like your mother said you would. 

At first you looked joyful to see him, and then your face fell in horror as you realised what he had done. You reached out to touch him, to hold on, but you couldn’t quite reach. And then you felt yourself being pulled back, away from him. 

Luke watched on in horror as you fell back into the abyss.

[idesofrevolution]

Something’s Wrong with Luca

Teddy and Lucas were the best of friends. For the past fifteen years, since Lucas' family moved to town from Argentina, the two were inseparable. In fact, Teddy could remember the very day that they met as if it had happened the day before. Sitting in the back row in homeroom, seventh grade, Ms. Posner's old cadaverous talons gripping the Argentine boy's shoulders as she presented him to the class... Lucas didn't speak English very well at the time, so few if any of the other kids were particularly interested in being his friend. In most of his classes, at least for the first few years, he had to have an aide to help him through his coursework; most of the other kids assumed he was stupid and quiet. But the moment he was sat next to Teddy, sharing that genuine smile, it sparked the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

As Lucas' english speaking continued to improve, Teddy discovered a goofy, funny, laid back kid who just wanted a friend. They weren't popular kids, passing on sports teams, drama club, music ensembles, art club... they spent their time playing in the woods, creating fantastical realms of pirates and kings, elves and dwarves. In their fantasy worlds, they were safe. They were away from the judging eyes of their peers where they could truly be themselves. And so on it continued for the better part of a decade. Upon graduation, they had grown into two wildly intelligent, albeit a bit awkward young men ready to tackle the world. Though, as Teddy went on to university to study literature, Lucas' family wasn't able to afford any of the colleges he'd been accepted to. Thus, for the first time in their lives, the two were separated. Teddy flew across the country to Virginia for college, and Lucas stayed behind to work in his father's mechanic shop.

Their new situations were polar opposite, though their communication and relationship never faded. At least once a week they would facetime, updating eachother on their lives. The dynamic was as solid as it ever was, until it wasn't.

One cold January evening, Teddy sat down for his weekly video call, excited beyond words to tell Lucas about the new PS5 he'd bought for them to play Rocket League together on weekends. Though as call after call went unanswered, he decided to call it a night and touch base with him the next morning. Though, as morning came and went, there was still no sign of Lucas. His social medias went without updates, Teddy's texts went entirely unanswered, the only news heard from him whatsoever was from his step brother who mentioned that he'd seen Lucas working hard at the shop and hitting the gym he'd frequented.

This was the first peculiar incident that Teddy had noted. He'd known Lucas for years and while he was a lot of things, athletic was NOT one of them. It'd always been them versus the meatheads, and it was not like him to even consider lifting so much as a five pound weight. They would joke about the stupid smelly brutes in the school gym, mindlessly picking heavy things up and putting them back down again for some sense of marginal achievement. Though this would be only the beginning of Lucas' odd behavior. Months went by, Teddy checking his Instagram every day looking for a single sign his friend was doing alright, until one day as he was scrolling, he saw it.

It was Lucas, though not the proud, stringy outcast he'd left behind. This Lucas was ripped, proudly posing shirtless in some fancy-looking room he had never seen before, a cocky smirk plastered on his sweet face. The caption read:

"Workout complete: who's gonna give me a tongue bath?" followed by a slew of hashtags. Teddy's face flushed white as snow. Who was this person? What happened to him? Tapping his icon, Teddy saw that Lucas had changed his screenname to Luca, and this thirst trap he'd posted was the first one in over four months. Unsure of how to approach this vastly different person, Teddy replied to the post with a simple shocked emoji and hit send. It didn't take long before his phone dinged with a message: it was from Luca.

L: "yo sorry I been afk bro. my cuz julio been visiting from buenos aires... so i been hangin wit him. wuts up bro"

Immediately, Teddy thought his phone had been hacked. Luca had spent years perfecting his english, almost to the point where he would have been a tutor in the writing center had he wanted to be one. His texts were always grammatic perfection, down to the last punctuation mark.

T: "Uh, that's fine. I didn't know you had a cousin? You never talked about him or anything."

L: "bruh i didnt know he existed til he showed up. hes dope af. showin me some pointrs at liftin n shit. been changin my life. you gotta meet him when you come back."

T: "Sure, Lucas. I would love to meet him. I should be back next week actually, the semester is almost over. Maybe we can play RL at my place!"

L: "hah i dont think hed be into that kinda stuff. you shud hit the gym wit us when we go, get that pump goin ykwim. you gon love him."

Teddy frowned, had Lucas changed that much in the span of a few months? It wasn't just the physical differences, it was his attitude, it was his style, it was the way he talked, it was just... all wrong.

T: "Lucas, are you okay?"

L: "never better man. its Luca btw. fits better i think"

With that last text, Teddy decided to leave him on read. Lucas... or Luca rather, wasn't one to drink or do illicit substances. Though aside from that, he couldn't think of any other explanation for this dramatic shift in his friend's entire personality. He resolved then and there to get to the bottom of this, and he would do so in person the following week.

Thus, as he finished his finals, packed his bags and flew back home, the singular thing on his mind was seeing Luca. Arriving home, he monotonously went through the motions of greeting his parents and step brother, anxiously fidgeting on the car ride back from the airport. He didn't even take time to unpack his bags. The moment his mom's car parked in his driveway, he'd politely excused himself to go meet up with Luca. Hopping on his bike, he left his visibly confused family in the dust, rushing to the mechanic shop downtown where Luca worked.

By the time he got there, the shop was closing up for the day. Teddy ditched the bike on the concrete and burst into the front office, startling the lady behind the desk. Panting and sweaty, he collapsed onto the front desk.

"Uhm... Is Lucas here?" He breathlessly choked out the words to the woman, who confusedly cocked her head to the left. "Oh, I guess it's Luca now?" This name evidently struck a chord, where she nodded and pointed to the back room where the lockers sat. Teddy thanked her and slowly walked toward the big grey door. Placing his hand on the cold steel handle, he closed his eyes repeating to himself hopes that the person behind the door was the same one he'd always known. As he pressed the handle down and pushed the door open, the wet, dank smell of ripe sweat poured out. There, sitting on the bench, taking off his beat up pair of steel toed work boots was a shirtless Luca, almost twice the size he had been before. Where he used to be 5'8 and 101 lbs soaking wet, this Luca was easily 6'4 and pure muscle. His biceps bulged as he yanked his boot from his massive foot, veins pulsating up and down his arms. That boyish face remained, albeit with a newfound twinge of cockiness that was entirely counter to the mousy, nervous expression Teddy had grown to love. The moment he looked up, Luca grinned from ear to ear, hopping to his damp, socked feet and rushing his long lost best friend, throwing his arms wide to embrace him.

"Teddy!" Luca's chiseled body collided with Teddy's, holding him tightly against his statuesque torso with his face pressed against his sweat-slick pecs. Teddy felt like a child now compared to his friend, now transformed into a complete stranger. "It's so good to see you, hermano!" A thick Argentine accent bellowed from his newly baritone timbre- one that had been all but lost in school, but now prominently flowed from his supple lips. Teddy pulled away sharply, taking a step back in shock. "Oh, ¿es el olor? My bad, mi cuate. Long day of hard work, right?" Luca laughed, raising his arm to take a deep whiff of his dripping pits. "Ahhh. You grow to like it, me entiendes?" His jovial demeanor quickly subsided as he saw the look of absolute shock on Teddy's face.

"Lucas... What the fuck happened to you?"

"It's Luca now, hermano. I told you. Still the same guy as before, just a lil different now."

"Yeah... different. You can say that again." Luca sighed as he plopped back down onto the bench, spreading his legs wide as he rubbed his face.

"Yeah. I get it, man. It's a lot to take in, verdad? I told you my cousin Julio was in town for a while?" Teddy sternly nodded, straining to contain his contempt for this sharp departure of personality. Luca looked downward. "Yeah, well. He was a lot different from the rest of mi familia. He was a proud Argentino hombre. He was okay with not having perfect english, he wasn't scared of bein' different or bein' looked down on. Someone looked sideways at him and they'd have a broken jaw, me entiendes? It... it was so fuckin' nice to have someone around like me who was cool and strong and proud... I always wanted to be someone like him, Teddy. Always." Teddy saw a different Luca before him. Yeah, he was different, he was the embodiment of the thirst-trapping, smelly jock bros they hated as kids. Yet, in this moment of vulnerability, he saw the Luca he knew deep down.

"Luca, all those years of us being friends, being this close, you never told me that." His head hung low, running his hands through his sweaty locks.

"That's not the only thing I haven't told you, man."

"Luca, you can tell me anythi..." Luca threw his head straight up, staring Teddy straight in the eye before blurting out:

"TEDDY I FUCKIN' LOVE YOU!" The room fell silent. Both men sat there, not breaking eye contact, neither wanting to be the first to speak. Of course, someone had to be the one, and Luca sighed as he continued. "Mi amor, I have always loved you. Since day one. Lookin' at eachother in that old bat's class, I knew I wanted to be near you. With you. And it wasn't 'til Julio made me realize I should have fuckin' said somethin' that I let my balls drop and promised I would tell you. So yeah, man. I love you." Luca stood up abruptly, with a confidence entirely foreign to Teddy and towered above his infatuation. "And you know what? I think you love me too."

Teddy was gobsmacked. This was a revelation he wasn't prepared to address. Luca loved him? This cocky, jockish best friend of his loved him? More importantly, did he love him back? They stood there, waiting once again for the ice to be broken. Before long, Luca had turned around and began to pack his duffel bag, fearing he'd gotten the answer he was hoping to avoid. Yet, perhaps it was a moment of clarity, or even a moment of weakness, but something deep within Teddy surged up from his core out his mouth.

"I love you too." The quiet admission didn't go unnoticed, as Luca stopped everything he was doing and immediately turned around. "Yeah, I think I love you too Luca. You may be different now than you were, but all this time I couldn't stop thinking about you. How much I missed you, how I would have rather spent every single second with you than every moment of being out there without you." Luca smiled earnestly, slowly moving toward his cowering love. "And it made me scared and uncomfortable because I was terrified things were changing and I stayed the same. Seeing you like this this, you're doing what I could never do. You're growing, you're becoming the best version of yourself, and I didn't know if you'd even want to be around me anymore or if you'd be ashamed..." Teddy's groveling finally ended with Luca's lips firmly pressing against his, the stubble on his chin scratching against Teddy's smooth skin. His inhibitions melted away, Teddy allowed himself to fall into the sweaty stud's firm hold, wrapped in a warm sticky embrace.

"Do you wanna to be your best self then, mi amor?" Luca whispered so gently, as if his words were caressing the ear. Breathless, Teddy could only nod as he allowed his endorphins to take over. "Julio showed me how. Do you trust me?" Another silent nod, stifling a guttural moan as he felt Luca's bulge rapidly growing firm against his stomach. This was the explicit consent that Luca felt he needed, he was desperately aching to bestow upon his lover Julio's gift which he had been given months before.

Teddy felt a firm grip against his shoulders pressing him down to his knees, until he was eye level with the lengthening rod which strained against Luca's thick sweatpants. For so long he'd suppressed his innate desire to give it the worship he felt it had never received and as Luca threw the waistband down to his ankles, he was not disappointed as it flew up and smacked him in the jaw. Before him was the most anatomically perfect cock he'd ever seen: easily 10.5 inches of thick, uncut, musky dick. Two large-egg sized balls sagged low behind it, spattered with selective hairs and dripping sweat. Teddy felt drool begin to drip from the bottom of his lip, the sheer heat of the musty hot rod only millimeters from the tip of his nose. Luca smiled, wrapping his hand around it and pulling his long foreskin down, revealing the pink, leaking mushroom head it contained.

"Julio showed me an old family secret. Only a few of us can do it, and I want to do it for you, mi amor." He began to stroke slowly; his member immediately taking direct notice, throbbing in a fervor more akin to convulsion. "He fucked it up last time, he didn't come back. But now thanks to him... I know how to give it to you, babe." Luca took his thumb and gently pried Teddy's mouth open. Eager to please, Teddy quickly took the opportunity to lick the tip of his cock, instantly savoring the powerful flavor of his dripping pre. It was unlike anything he'd ever tasted. Sweet, salty, sour, savory... every taste bud fired thousands of endorphins in his brain. "Get your tongue in there, Cariño. Let it in." Teddy's tongue acted as if it were under another power, softly probing the leaking slit of the head and causing Luca to groan in ecstasy, throwing his head back. Grabbing the back of his head, in one firm push, Luca speared Teddy's gaping maw with his musky cock, pressing the nose firmly into his ripe bush.

Teddy was nearly scent-drunk in his love's dank, masculine smell, and only after a split second did he realize his entire tongue had slipped into Luca's thick rod. Grunting like a man in heat, the latin adonis gritted his teeth in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he felt Teddy's tongue slowly retract out of his cock. Released from his impalement, Teddy observed the wide opening of the cockslit in full view. Luca's hands gripped his palms, guiding his index finger back to the inviting orifice, effortlessly slipping in and sounding into his member. Elastic stretching sounds echoed in the room as the cock widened to fit his finger, then two, then four... until the whole hand was inside.

Teddy felt entranced, completely enveloped in the heat of the moment, plunging his second hand into the gaping hole. It stretched wide to welcome him, and with a single glance upward to a winking Luca, he understood. Teddy worked quickly, using forward momentum and the increasing suction within the engorged cock to propel his head forward into the tight wet cavern. The rest happened quickly. The sucking member had taken his arms and head entirely inside of it, squeaking and expanding as it guzzled his shoulders, chest and midsection. He could feel Luca lift his dick upward, letting him slide deeper and deeper. It was constricting, it was tight, it was wet, it smelled funky and ripe... it was the best sensation he'd ever felt. As his thighs and calves were made quick work of, only his feet remained outside of the slit. It took mere seconds for them to slurp inside.

Luca's cock was as large as he was, veins bulging and the entire length of it bulging and contorting as it worked Teddy down little by little toward his balls. He began to pump toward his sweaty balls, until he could feel the tips of his boyhood friend's fingers reach the opening into his cavernous testes. As if a seal had been broken, Teddy's body fell into the ocean of spunk, swelling his balls to accommodate the entire human being being nestled into his sac. The pace of his cock pumping hastened, as he felt closer and closer to climax. He felt the rigid bones and gelatinous fat begin to melt into his seed as Teddy was assimilated entirely into his system. Just as Julio had done to him, and just as he had in turn done to Julio. His breathing shallowed, gasping for air as he reached his tipping point, shooting out cum like a firehose all over the interior of the room. In it, was every insecurity, every pain, every imperfection which had plagued his lover since he was forced into the world. Gallons, tens of gallons in cum painted every surface around him, and as his balls began to shrink back down to the size of cantaloupes, he could feel his body churning Teddy down, incorporating him into the remnants of what was left of Julio. The gift itself, handed down the line for thousands of years was being imbued into the very core of Teddy's being. Julio had overshot his escape route in the heat of his own carnal lust, being broken down and slowly assimilated into Luca's body. The cockiness, the libido, the drive, the gift all now coursed through Luca. He was gone, but he didn't have to be wasted.

Over the next few weeks of churning, gurgling, bubbling, and undulating, Teddy was broken down and rebuilt only to be broken down again. Each time, a little more of Julio's essence would incorporate into him, even some of Luca himelf found its way into his shapeless form. Every workout that he did provided bursts of testosterone into the mix, and every jerking session flooded serotonin and glutamate. And after carefully monitoring the time, ensuring that Teddy would not meet his cousin's fate, three months later, it was time.

Sitting down in the luxurious apartment paid for by thirsty gay subscribers to his JustForFans and PH videos, Luca took his cock into his hands once more. Gently. Slowly. Carefully. Never losing focus of what was at stake, he stroked. Within his heavy balls, his leche had begun to bubble and slosh, preparing itself for expulsion. He picked up the pace, lifting his arm to get a full inhale of his pungent, all-natural pit poppers. His cock began to pulse and crack, as the thick sludge began to make its way toward the exit. Sure not to fall into the same trap as before, he pulled away from his tangy stink and focused. It was time. His hand moved furiously up and down his slimy cock, dripping with pre which pooled at his big, musky feet. One final cry of euphoria and out shot his load. One barrage after another, thick and dense landing afront him. Each shot slowly coagulating into a recognizable form. It slowly hardened, the milky white color giving way to ivory, then light beige, then a warm tan. Muscles tightened beneath a smooth skin, their fibers reconnecting one by one until they were strong and lean.

By the end of the bombardment, the homunculus before him had stood up. It was as tall as him, as broad as him, as powerful as him, and as the form of it's face began to take shape, a single tear was shed from Luca's watery eyes. He recognized his love, he could see Teddy, albeit ever so slightly different. He had certainly taken more of Julio and Luca's essences than they'd anticipated. A sharp, chiseled jawline carved itself out of the miasma, dark brown locks of hair sprung from it's scalp and plump lips parted to allow the deep breath of life which had been denied until then. His caramel eyes opened, and he smiled.

[purple-writer8]

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart - ACOTAR

Eris x Rhysand’s Sister (Reader)

“I cry a lot but I am so productive. It’s an art.”

warnings: toxic man implied, abused eris, emotionally unavailable eris, depressed reader, broken up mates, angst

968 words

Masterlist :)

"Yes, I went to Day and reported the findings to Helion. Then to Thesan." You reported to your High Lord and Lady. Rhysand looked more than pleased, and Feyre could only gape at you in awe. 

"You did all that in a day?" She asked in shock, admiration gleaming in her eyes for you. You nodded, a tired smile adorning your face, "and the ball is all set for tonight." 

Feyre gaped along with her mate, they could hardly believe it. "You are a blessing, a real fucking blessing. Thank you, so much... you will get more than a hefty bonus in your next payment." Rhysand grinned, dark talons caressing your mind in a soothing way. 

You rolled your eyes at your brother, then asked, "why do you two always act like I'm some kind of miracle fae?" 

They glanced at each other, then back at you, and then pity overtook both their stares. You know why. You were supposed to be heartbroken, as you had just ended your betrothal to Eris Vanserra. The two of you were mates, but the abuse he had suffered from his father and the toxic familiar dynamics he had grown up in, made him less than emotionally unavailable. 

He was unable to communicate what he felt, all he could do was share his feelings through your bond. But that was not enough, not when he had commitment issues and acted like an ass to your family. The bond was strong, but your self-respect was stronger.  Especially when you knew what you were worth, being the Night Court's High Lord's sister and Princess of Velaris. 

"What happened with Eris... at the last ball... it was bad..." Feyre trailed, not wanting to exactly mention what had happened. It was fucking painful for you, you had broken your engagement in front of everyone. "And I saw you crying last night... and this morning before your mission..." she added. 

"I cry a lot, but I am still very productive. I can do my work with a broken heart." You replied with a simple shrug, much to Rhysand's dismay. You had always been like that, had always hidden your feelings and done your work even when you were breaking down.

“You’re a real tough kid.” He said softly, violet eyes eyeing you closely, “you complete all your missions seamlessly. You are an example to follow.” 

You chuckled dryly, “yeah, yeah, I am the best. Can I go get ready for tonight? I got the most beautiful dress and I want to try it on.” With that, the couple simply nodded and excused you. 

They were right to be impressed. You wanted to die, and yet— you were ready to shine that night, like every other night. 

Ready to show everyone lies. 

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The ball in the House of Wind went off without a problem, and like every other night-- you were the center of attention. The gown you wore was magnificent, the light reflected off you in a majestic manner, almost as if you wore liquid starlight in your frame. You stood at the side of the bar with Azriel, watching as everyone arrived, sipping on a tall glass of champagne. You knew Eris was coming, you needed to drink before seeing him. 

"You look pretty," the shadowsinger said in a stoic manner, hazel eyes traveling up and down your frame swiftly. You smirked into your glass, "as do you." 

"Have you spoken to him?" He asked, and you knew he referred to Eris. Azriel cared, and he showed it, having known you since the moment you had been born-- he was protective of you. Especially because he loathed Eris with all his being. 

"Please, he avoids me like I am faebane," you snorted, the alcohol working its magic on you already. And you were grateful for it, because you almost choked when your eyes met the red - haired male that had once promised he would love you for his whole life. What a short life. 

You felt Azriel's eyes on you, his shadows coiling around your ankles in support as you watched Eris strut into the ball as if he owned it. He commanded the room, but that was normal. He was a magnetic force of a male. You looked at Azriel, seeking shelter in his hazel eyes-- the mating bond was tugging you to Eris, his presence was like a fire roaring inside your heart. 

You were about to break down, so you hit the dance floor. Dragging your sister-in-law from her seat next to your brother, you danced and danced. Feyre and you were always a force to be reckoned with when you partied together, and that night was no exception. You both were grinning as you danced, twirling about the Hall as if you were made of starlight. 

The crowd of fae chanted and cheered for you, and you could feel the pieces of your heart shattering on the floor. It was always like that. You were miserable, and no one even knew. You laughed as you danced with Feyre, as if you couldn't feel your mate's heartbreak from across the room. "Eris looks like he wants to die," Feyre whispered as if she could read your mind. 

"Yeah, but if I try to talk to him, he avoids me like I have fae plague," you snickered, your eyes finding the heir of Autumn. As soon as your eyes found his, they were looking away from you, as if he hadn't been watching you dance. You wanted to die, but instead you twirled and grinned as if you were having the time of your life. 

"Then let me talk to him," the High Lady offered, and you stopped your dancing, giving her a stern look. 

"I can handle my shit, Feyre." 

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Author’s note:

This will probably have a part two because i love eris and i want him to be happy. Also ttpd has me in my feels soooooo probs a lot of angst coming ehfuhihoiqhioghhrueiuifio3iij4rijj

Taglist: @mybestfriendmademe @lilah-asteria @sheblogs

[the-au-collector]

Was inspired by reading some LU incorrect quotes about cooking to make this little braindump. So uh yeah have some “how good are the Links at cooking” headcanons:

Wild - resident chef, obviously. Very good cook. Was taught how to at the Dueling Peaks stable and it’s very relaxing for him to cook. He genuinely enjoys cooking and has recipes saved from all over his Hyrule. He will fight the others for cooking duty, both on the road and when they’re somewhere safe. He just loves to cook. Before the Calamity, though, he could not cook. At all. He was absolutely horrible at it. Flora was surprised when she learned he knew how to cook all of a sudden.

Twilight - can only make pumpkin stew. More often than not he’s eating food from Telma’s, stuff that doesn’t need to be cooked, or he hunts and eats as a wolf.

Sky - knows a few recipes. I feel like the Knight Academy would at least teach basic recipes, so he can handle himself on his own. It’s just not especially flavorful compared to Wild’s cooking. Also pumpkin stew. If he can he will make pumpkin stew.

Warriors - also was taught how to cook because he’s a Knight, but is still a danger in the kitchen. He makes some pretty infamous gruel. It’s really bad. Keep him out of the kitchen. He lost his taste buds during the War of Eras

Time - he theoretically can cook it’s just that he makes too much of a mess when doing it. He will drop everything, spill anything, and end up covered in ingredients despite actively trying to be clean. Time makes dinner time look like a bomb went off and it’s so much of a hassle to clean and honestly a bit of a waste, especially only for bad to mediocre meals at best. He can survive when Malon’s not home, but is his food good? No. No it’s not. As a kid he was hopeless. Luckily the puppy dog eyes worked like a charm as a kid. When he got older Talon eventually sat him down and taught him how to cook basic meals. Malon’s taught him a little too, but again. He just makes a mess

Hyrule - cannot cook. Was never taught and can’t teach himself since he was never taught to read. But he does know how to find edible food on the road. He’s a really good forager and that’s how he sustained himself on his journeys

Wind - can cook some things. Granny’s been teaching him how to cook. He knows Granny’s soup recipe but he insists he can never make it right so he never actually makes it. He can cook basic fish dishes but doesn’t have an arsenal of recipes. Usually it was down to whatever he could find for cheap in a store or fish himself during his adventures. I feel like Tetra’s ship has a cook so he doesn’t need to worry about food anymore. If he had the choice, though, he would live off Granny’s soup and nothing else

Four - Can cook. Probably the most reliable cook after Wild. He can make some fancy and genuinely good dishes. He just doesn’t particularly like the stress of cooking. Red’s always worried no one’s going to like it, Green wants to experiment, Vio wants to follow the recipe to a T, and Blue just wants everyone to shut up. I feel like during his journeys he used his age, and then his height, to his advantage to get free food whenever he could. I like to think he would help his grandpa cook whenever he could as a kid and thus actually learned how to cook

Legend - Can cook, but only in a kitchen. He never managed to get the hang of cooking over an open fire. Though while he can cook, I feel like he has a special preference for baking since his uncle would make apple tarts with him when he was little. During his earlier adventures, someone would usually cook for him (except for his first, he’d usually have to steal to get by) since he was still pretty young, but he slowly learned to cook over the course of his adventures. He learned a lot on Koholint specifically, so he knows a lot of seafood dishes though he doesn’t usually make those

[lilyrachelcassidy]

People

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

A/N: enjoy! 

Summary: He is a fool for cheating on her, but she is a bigger fool for missing him. (inspired by “People” Libianca)

Warnings: language, cheating, probably some angst stuff 

Word Count: 1.4k

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She entered the threshold of the Slytherin Common Room, the intoxication impishly playing with her mind. Usually, Y/N would be the one to complain about the tumult on her free days, she was not a big fan of throngs or deafening music. But today she didn’t mind at all. 

No, she actually liked- adored! that cloying smell of alcohol and sweat, the bodies of people she acknowledged for the first time pressing tightly against her, the pumping music in her head, the inebriation that made her want to... giggle. 

She wanted nothing more but to giggle. 

“Hey, you made it!” The voice behind her said with the pitchy, surprised tone. Y/N spun around to face Pansy, and then she giggled yet again because she couldn’t recall that Pansy had two pairs of eyes. 

“I did!” Y/N shouted back, trying to be audible enough in the room permeated by loud music. Someone suddenly bumped into her and she, with the highest stilettos she could find and without any sense of balance, slowly started descending to the floor with her face at the fore. Luckily, the hand clutched at her arm, preventing the possibility of her face meeting the dangerously upcoming panels. 

“Whoa, there.” Pansy frowned at her. “How many drinks have you had?” 

“Like three...” she replied, squinting through the stupor. “Plus ten.” 

“What?” said Pansy, utterly shocked. She was keenly aware that Y/N wasn’t a big connoisseur nor a binger of the alcohol. It must have tripled the effects of it on her. “Come, let’s get you on one of the sofas.”

“No!” Y/N protested as Pansy’s arm dragged her. “I want to dance!” 

“Y/N...” 

“No... Dancing!” 

“How do you want to dance if you keep stumbling?” Pansy dug her talons into Y/N’s arm so that she would cease her tugs with a poor attempt of trying to extricate herself. 

“Ouch! Fine, then, fine! But I have to go to the bathroom!” 

Pansy rolled her eyes so much it mentally pained Y/N to watch her. “Okay, go then! But if I see you on the dance floor again, I’m taking you straight to your dorm.”

With a final huff, Y/N spun on the balls of her feet and clumsily padded to the loo. When she entered, no one was there which Y/N was immensely grateful for.  She eyed herself critically in the reflection and she hated what she saw: puffed, reddened eyes; disheveled hair; mascara slowly cascading down her cheeks. For once, Y/N was thankful for the dim lighting of the Common Room because she was certain that her appearance would raise a lot of questions in her friends’ mouths. 

She hated Mattheo for that. For what he had mushed her into -- some scuzzy laggard who can’t handle to be in a social gathering without crying her eyes out in front of the entire school. 

It was so embarrassing. She was so mortified. 

Y/N finally deciding that nothing is going to fix that look anyways, went into one of the cubicles. A few seconds later she heard the bubbly voices intruding the silence.

“Have you seen? That Mattheo guy finally found someone from his own league.”

“I know. It must be so hard on Y/N, though.” 

“Are you kidding me?!” The voice let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Y/L is a bitch! She deserved it! The last time I talked to her she seemed so... sanctimonious. That little bitch couldn’t even cover the snort when I told her I’m in Hufflepuff.” 

“Yeah, you are right...” The other voice reluctantly admitted. “She acts as though she ruled the school.” 

“We will see about that. I hope--” 

But the girl broke off in the middle of sentence when she saw Y/N finally coming out of the cubicle, her mien sour. She exited mostly because she didn’t want to hear the rest of the speculations on what a bitch or whore she was. 

Both girls gawked, and Y/N silently let the girls pass to the egress as she approached the sink. When the pair disappeared from the view, Y/N sighed. 

“And a good day to you too.” 

Anger bubbled within her when she finally made her way out of the bathroom. With the possibility of tripping down, Y/N thought it a good idea to take her shoes off, and she plodded over to the sitting area where Pansy instructed her to come by. 

What she didn’t expect, however, was seeing Mattheo kissing with some skimpy-looking girl right in the corner of her pathway. Her heart stopped beating. Or she felt like it stopped beating, but that didn’t matter because she was already making her way over to the pair, her heavy steps thudding on the floor. 

The worst part was they didn’t even notice someone tramping towards them which enraged Y/N to the point she had never thought she would reach -- with wrath virtually blinding her. 

Before she knew it, she was already hurling her heels at both of them and it seems that with her rage so did she obtain a new superpower of a perfect aim because she heard the girl yelp. 

“What the...?” she screech. “My face!” 

“Be happy that I didn’t plug it into your eye!” Y/N neared to her, ready to take a second thwack but someone put a distance between the two of them. It took her a couple of moments to recover from that flash of anger until she finally fathomed that it was Mattheo who put a healthy distance between her and the mysterious slut. 

“Y/N, calm down--” 

“Calm down?! How they fuck am I supposed to calm down?!” She took her second heel and started yielding it like a karambit right in front of his eyes. Mattheo made a poor attempt to taking it away from her, but unsuccessfully so. “How many, Mattheo, how many?!” 

“How many what?” He sounded stern. Y/N knew it was probably due to the limelight he received right now, but she couldn’t care less. 

“Girls! How many were there?!” 

“Please, let’s not make a scene.” His eyes obtained a pleading quality as though he was trying to assuage this situation with his gaze. 

“Well, too fucking late for that now, Riddle, don’t you think?” The hoarse laugh left her throat she didn't even know she was able to pull off. She detested him now, with every fiber of her body. A strong want to kill him arose within her. 

“Y/N, pleas--” 

“You’ve already made it a scene, didn’t you?! Or more likely a drama show, no? Since you started sleeping around with every girl that you laid your fucking eyes on; I became a precious Lamb, and you became a successful Womanizer who happens to deal with his oblivious girlfriend. Is that what you wanted?” 

“Nobody thinks that, I--” 

“Oh, really?!” Her eyes gained on a new tone of maniac. “So I probably must have misheard some girls in the bathroom, talking about us, about you cheating one me, and how poor I am?” 

“You must be joking, right? You must be crazy for believing some... girls that say I’ve been cheating on you. It’s one-time thing, I swear...” 

“I don’t believe them! But I believe my gut! I have smelled thousands of different scents on you, Mattheo. Female scents with very poor tastes in perfumes! You tell me that you go to the Quiddich practices or go to study in the library, but when I come over to surprise you, the only surprised one is me! Because Quiddich practices never happen and studying sessions only base on... snogging other people!” Tears started trickling down her face and Y/N hated exposing her vulnerability right in from of the crowds of students who were now watching the entire situation with baffled expressions. She clearly hadn’t thought this through. “Look what you have turned me into!” She gestured at herself. “I’m a wreck, Mattheo! For the past few weeks, I have been walking around with the reddened eyes, I have been skipping meals because I couldn't handle the thought of looking at you, all chirpy because you got a good lay with someone!” 

“Y/N-” 

“I know that we may have some problems, you and I, but it doesn't excuse cheating, for Merlin’s beard! And-” 

“Y/N, please, let’s talk about this.” 

“There is nothing to talk about anymore, Mattheo. We are done.” And with that, she wrenched herself out of Mattheo’s grip but with a sudden haze fogging her eyes, she twirled, lost balance, and blankness inundated her. It only seemed like a distant background was filled with gasps and someone was screaming her name. 

[pointycorgiears]

White Tiger

There's a white tiger plush toy that sits on Mihawk's headboard over his bed.

He's had it for over thirty years.

He was always the tough kid at Moro's dojo. He was always the one demonstrating or correcting for the less skilled students. He did not have toys. His old family never let him have any. So he thought he did not have time to play. He was above such childish things. Or so he loudly proclaimed to his peers.

He pretended not to be distracted by the cute and fluffy white tiger sitting in a toy cart at the market one day.

He acted like he was paying attention to his master as she had him read through their grocery list while they picked out items from the fruit seller, instead of glancing back to the tiger across the street every few seconds. Moro then hurried him on to the next vendor and he had to silently bid farewell to the toy.

He did not notice when Moro told him to go buy a sack of flour from down the alley while she discreetly went and purchased the tiger toy and stuffed it in her bag.

After another long and hard training session the next day, Mihawk lay exhausted in his bed. He felt something soft placed on his arm, and opened his eyes to a face full of stripes and string whiskers, and Moro smiling at him gently from his bedroom door.

He was always the tough kid, but that white tiger was cuddled and loved from that first night all the way into his early adult years.

Now here it sat on his headboard on Karai Bari, evacuated with the rest of Mihawk's most treasured things from Kuraigana. It had seen its fairshare of hardships throughout the years, but nothing serious enough that Perona couldn't patch up once she discovered the toy (she got caught snooping in his room). As a result, it looked almost exactly like it did on the day Mihawk first saw it.

The first time Talon saw it, Mihawk felt the sensation of looking in a mirror of time that was showing him his younger self. There was the starry sparkle of longing in the Seraphim's wide eyes. Mihawk allowed him to hold it, to play with it but only if Talon promised to exercise the utmost care while handling the old, delicate thing.

Talon played with the plush every night before bedtime, always careful, always with fondness in his eyes. It was obvious the child was keeping his promise. So Mihawk finally relented and one night, after a grueling training session, he asked Talon if he would want to keep the white tiger as his own.

"It's yours," Mihawk told him. "You can have it now."

There was a pondering look on Talon's face as the boy held the tiger in his hands. What he then said in response to the offering completely caught Mihawk off guard.

"No, it's okay, Dad. He's important to you."

Talon then set the tiger back in its resting spot on the headboard, and hugged Mihawk goodnight before going to his own room.

Mihawk stared at the tiger sitting above him for a long time before falling asleep.

A week went by with Mihawk occasionally offering Talon custody of the tiger toy between breaks or meals. Each time, the boy declined. He was still allowed to play with it at night before bed, but he always selflessly put it back in its place. Mihawk was beginning to accept that maybe there were just some aspects that were different between him and his little clone.

Until a merchant ship arrived one day to deliver supplies. Its next stop after Karai Bari was going to be an island with a large fishing village where many families and children made their home. So as Mihawk and Talon inspected the goods from the ship, a crate of toys happened to catch the Seraphim's eye.

Mihawk was busy checking off Cross Guild's supply list when Talon came running up to him, excitedly tugging on his coat.

"Dad! Look!"

Talon was holding up a lion plush to show him. It had golden fur with a fiery red mane, and stringy whiskers. The child's eyes were absolutely beaming, and for the second time, Mihawk felt he was looking in a mirror.

The lion was purchased on the side with some spare berry Mihawk had in his pocket. From that moment on, it did not leave Talon's side for the entirety of the day. It even sat at the dinnertable, where Buggy pretended to feed it vegetables, much to its distaste, and commented how it must be a cousin of Richie's. Talon laughed and giggled, and the smile on his face brought a warm happiness to Mihawk's heart.

He made Talon promise to care for the lion as much as he did the tiger, so that "one day, you may be able to give it to your own children."

"I will, Dad," Talon answered as they sat on Mihawk's bed, and he crossed his heart. Something he recently learned from Buggy. "Look! Now Stripes has a friend!"

Mihawk still planned on passing his own toy to the child someday, when it was time. For now though, he would enjoy playing a game of Lions and Tigers before bed every night.

[blacklegsanjiii]

Your thoughts about Marco x Sora are so good omgggg (<- the anon who asked you about them)

I can't stop thinking about Sora being a pirate after some time, because she's already living on the Moby Dick and married with the First Commander, so why not? (Marco loves loves loves see her fight, actually)

And if the acesan happens would be very funny, and the StrawHats reaction about this?!

Welcome back and I'm glad you like it, truly i am obsessed with Sanji having good parental figures and Sora getting the love she properly deserves. Sora became a pirate in NBL so I don't see why she wouldn't here. Even if she played a more behind the scenes roll there.

Also we didn't really set a time frame for them? So like Sanji could be eight when they join the Shirohige. Sora and Sanji both freaked out by Marco flying them in his talons but they need to make a quick escape from the Navy and animal brain went 'mine' when he saw them. Marco's only explanation is to quite literally look at White Beard and go 'my bird brain went "oo shiny" so i had to bring them' which makes the man laugh so hard the Earth shakes. Vista starts calling him a crow and Marco sets him on fire with a singular look. Marco is so thankful Sanji and Sora are in the infirmary so they didn't see that.

Marco explaining his fruit to them and his place and job in the Shirohige fleet. How his fruit helps because it allows him to treat more than one person at a time or give enough time for back up to come. It doesn't always work. Marco uses it on Sora a lot first mostly because the poison is still affecting her and it's like a god send almost because his fire over time basically cures her. They also use the time to get to know each other and start "dating" because it's really hard to date as a pirate, or a doctor, or a fleet commander. All of which Marco is. They tell Sanji first and he approves of Marco and Sora and Sanji have already joined the crew so ya know, they just gotta tell the crew. The party is extravagant.

Sora makes a comment that she wants to be able to help defend the fleet and the family and Marco agrees and says they'll talk to Jozu and some others about training for her. Sanji is probably already training his kicks and everything because Thatch insists on protecting the kids hands and Jozu has been doing well with him. So them taking on Sora to train is nothing and Vista finds she does very well with a sword and his eyes light up as he looks at Marco and damns him for getting to her first. Marco says he better watch it and they scuffle.

Sanji has to set himself on fire at like thirteen. Marco is watching him and Sora train with Jozu and Vista only to then see his kid set his legs on fire and be thrown into the ocean. He flies out to collect his son and then laughs his ass off at Sora wailing on Vista and Jozu screaming about the dangers of throwing a child off a ship. Marco says she has that covered and checks Sanji over and yep, that's his over abundant(sensitive) haki. Marco says Sanji might be a good candidate for learning to sky walk which is like flying but not really. Sanji is fucking excited. Marco is also so thankful all the god damn time that he and Sora have their own room and they sound proofed it because Marco fully believes Sora hung the moon and the stars and pulls the sun up each morning. Sora has it just as bad back and thinks Marco makes the waves and sea foam. THEY ARE SO GROSS I LOVE THEM OMG

Also could you imagine Ace rocking up to kill the old man and is then held hostage and thinks that blondie around his age is super cute? Too bad he's in the shirohige and Ace fully plans to demolish the fleet until he's forcefully adopted with love and care. Like Ace has no clue what's going on at first because he looks at Marco and then the woman he knows is the guy's wife and just how draped over her he is, like they have to make everyone sick all the fucking time. They have some the highest bounties in the New World. Ace starts flirting with Sanji without a clue to who his parents are and Sanji just gives him that "oh darling" small smile while he leans on the railing and smokes.

During one of these flirting sessions Marco strolls up and is like 'Hey, Thatch said you're in charge of shopping this time, you can head to the island if you want' and Sanji nods and sky walks to the land mass. Marco laughs at that and takes Sanji's spot and gives Ace a smile. When he asks Ace what his intentions are with his son Ace goes pale and sinks to the deck as Marco fucking loses it. Marco pats his shoulder and says he takes after his mom just like Sanji takes after Sora and they approve of the relationship.

Sanji ends up joining the Straw Hat crew on the hunt for Teach and absolutely flirts with Ace in Alabasta who flirts back way harder. Like they are the remix of Sora and Marco and clingy flirting and draping okay? Marco said that's a Roger thing and White Beard 100% agreed with that assessment and said Marco is a bird that mated for life and Marco couldn't argue because his fruit some times overwrites his human nature.

Back on track: Ace and Sanji flirt so fucking hard no one on the ship can believe it. Despite the fact they've been dating for a while, Sanji probably never mentioned he had a boyfriend(or parents) to the crew and just went along with whatever they thought. When they meet Rayleigh he and Shakky look Sanji over with a very high interest because he looks like that one brat's wife. Sanji is like 'yeah, Marco took me and mom to the fleet and we joined and they're married and he's the man I consider my father' which makes Rayleigh blink because why the fuck is he in the Straw Hat crew? He's a White Beard brat? Sanji just shrugs and is like 'idk seemed fun, bonding with my bf's little bro' which makes the Strawhats fucking lose it. They are sent to another plain of existence except Luffy who is like 'cool, we're brothers'.

Then like Marineford happens and Luffy is there, Sanji isn't, Ace is about to be fucking merced and then Sora and Marco are there like 'can't kill the son in law fuckers' and like yeah, White Beard dies but Ace doesn't. That wound is a mortal wound and so is Luffy's but Marco is a bird brained doctor and he has absolutely 'oo shiny''d his son's bf so like he's in the family in the family, ya know? It's fine if not and we can go deeper in that later need be.

Also could you imagine Marco coming up as an Emperor in this? Like the battle against Black Beard is more a draw than anything else so they are both brought to the status of Emperor and damn those bounties are fucking HIGH. Of course parental sin bullshit means Sanji and Ace's bounties also fucking go astronomical, more so than before. Like holy shit the straw hat crew is looking at Ace and Sanji post ts and how fucking gross they are but they are still two of the most wanted men in the new generation and should be feared.

Would you guys believe I got a normal amount of sleep?

[retrospective-d3c-a--y]

Just like him.

cw: kid whumpee, immortal whump, kidnapping, rape mentions, lab whump, religious undertones (sacrifice/angel/sin talk), suicidal whumpee (no attempts bcz he doesnt think its possible but is happy to die)

It feels like all Orion's ever known was the pain of living. He had been captured at 18, memories before then long gone... Orion was used for sex, tortured till he couldn't breathe. He was called an "angel". They were sure he must've been sent to them to sacrifice for the sin they created. To free them. Their savior..

They thought they had killed the avian-human the first time they finished using him. They shot him in the head as mercy. To thank him for saving them. Blessing them.

Orion woke the next day groaning from the healing pain, every stab and gash slowly closing itself up.. Still in blood curdling pain, but every wound nearly gone, reduced to thin scars and scratches... He must've really looked like an angel to them then; one they couldn't help but see dollar signs in.

Years or maybe centuries later, Orion has been sold, sold, and sold.. and sold again. The prices only got higher, the pain fluctuating but still so horrible. Tested on for "science". For fun. If they thought him to be a savior, why were they treating him like a beast-! Damn the gods they prayed to...

He'd lost himself to it all, giving in. Nothing mattered to him with this quality of life. Even his regeneration was slowing down, as if it was finally giving into his wish to die... for it to all just end...

Until instead of healing himself from the gash on his fore, his disemboweled guts, or even the scratches on his chest, his regeneration seemed to stop. Hours went by.. days... his owners began to think it was broken- that the legendary item had finally given out... Taking DNA samples and leaving it to die...

Orion figured he must be dying, too. Maybe god was real, after all... saving him from this hell. Please, let me die. Its been enough... please, he'd beg to the empty room, pleading to it. He showed all the signs... so much blood loss he couldn't think... his breath shallow and labored.. his mind finally allowing himself to feel oh so tired... his body giving into rest...

But it wasn't his time. Not yet. As Orion blacked out and was so happy he was finally free... out came a small child from his stomach; what would've been a premie baby, if it had been born more regularly. He woke up to her little cooes only an hour later.

She was... beautiful.

Orion couldn't help but feel and instant bond with her... feel a need to protect her. Just like him, she had bronze feathery wings.. little claws for feet.. light brunette hair... her eyes were blue, however. Unlike him, hers reflected the sky she'd never get to see... the ocean so far and so free...

But she cried, as every baby does and would... and he didn't have a choice. He had to hide her, protect her from these people's evils.. If there was even a chance to keep her hidden, even at the expense of more pain... he would. He had to.

So he held her still in his lap... with his talons, he slowly traced the vibrating cords...

Just like him, all she would know was suffering.

He would have to do it again. And again. And again...

He pulled back, tearing up a blanket instead.. gagging her best he could. Wrapping her up. Trying to make his baby go silent. He just had to pray they'd get out of here one day *soon*.... he'd have to be brave.. present. Look for an escape. please world, soon... if not us, her, please...

[kissorkill16]

Remember The Threat: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Nicky decides to go against the threat and into the woods.

Nicky could barely focus in class. All he could think about was that stupid raven man who threatened to kill him if he continued to help his friends with this Crowface investigation.

All he could think about was Crowface.

"I'd hate to see another child end up like little Lucy Yi."

That was enough to send chills down his spine.

Lucy was dead, and if Nicky kept up his bad behavior, he'd be dead too.

This wasn't fair.

How the hell could he even back away from this investigation if his own friends were in danger?

If Trinity was in danger.

She was the one with the coin, and she's the one who'd die if she even dared to lose it.

Hell knows what Crowface would do to her.

Nicky walked down the hall, still lost in his own world. He didn't even care that some kids were still whispering behind their hands about him after the whole picture thing, he had other things to worry about.

Then out of nowhere, a crow flew into the building.

It started aimlessly flying around the halls, pecking people in their heads with its beak. Kids started running around in circles, trying to hit it with their binders and bookbags, others were too busy screaming to even do anything other than curl in on themselves.

Immediately, Nicky remembered his second day at this school, where Bubba walked him down the hall and she killed a crow with her cane when it flew in. He stood to the side, covering his head.

Then the crow landed on a girl's head, and no matter how much the girl tried to shake it off, the crow dug its talons into her hair, not letting go.

"GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF ME, PLEASE!", screamed the girl.

While other kids tried to shoo it away, Nicky was stuck in his place. The crow locked eyes with him, and Nicky could see that they were shiny, red, and menacing.

Just like Finch told him...

Then the crow did fly away and out of the school. The girl was crying and trying to straighten her hair back, other kids at her side trying to comfort her.

Nicky stomped away and went to the bathroom. He slammed his hands on the edge of the sink.

This was seriously getting out of hand. That crow obviously came to the school to make sure he remembered the threat. There was no doubt in Nicky's mind.

Crowface can hurt him or threaten him all he wants, but he's not going to put other kids' lives at risk just because of him.

Another thing was that its eyes were red. Finch mentioned that the animals in the woods were acting stranger than usual, and that their eyes were red and violently attacking people for no reason.

Maybe he could go to the woods to find out what's causing them to act like that.

First things first, he needed to find Finch.

There was no way he was going in the woods alone, not when Crowface lurked through that place and there'd be a million different places to hide his body.

He walked quickly down the halls, when he finally found Finch putting her stuff away, he slammed his hands on the lockers, making her jump back. Nicky hissed and rubbed his hands.

"Nicky?"

"I need you to take me to the woods."

Finch's eyes widened in shock, "What?"

Nicky locked eyes with the girl scout, "You said that the animals were acting up and had red eyes, right? Well, if you were there in the hallway when the crow sat on a girl's head, then you'd know why I'm coming to you about this."

"I did say that.", said Finch, "Do you think it might be connected to this Crowface thing in some way?"

Nicky shrugged, "I don't know yet, but I might have an idea. But apart from that, I need to go to the woods. The only thing is I don't want to go alone."

"Well why don't you ask one of your Inventor's Club friends?", asked Finch.

"Because they're busy doing their own thing right now. Enzo's currently trying to convince Ivan that a B+ is still a passing grade, Maritza has a broken leg, Delroy's not my friend, we only tolerate each other now, and Trinity is too busy trying to keep the gang from falling apart. Also, you're the one who gave me the info."

Finch looked down at her shoes. Nicky did have a point, she did give him the info about the animals. Also, this would probably be a good way to make up for the whole picture thing.

The girl scout nodded, "I'll clear my schedule and I'll meet you there.", she said.

Nicky took her hand and shook it, "Thank you.", he said before he ran to his next class.

Meanwhile, Finch felt like she was stuck to the floor. She looked down at her hand, realizing that Nicky just shook it. Of course, she didn't really mind, people normally shook her hand when they buy cookies from her...

But why did everything feel so hot all of the sudden? And why was her face red?

She decided to go see the nurse.

[silent-raven13]

HIMBO SPIDIES EVERYWHERE!

Peter Parker sighs: Wade, I'm not supposed to bring you here! You're lucky you got the Tour bracelet for the day! -He saw his fellow friend, Deadpool bouncing around-

Deadpool giggling like a fangirl: OMG! OMG! OMG! Spidy, look! -he points at the Spidermen with plush thick booties- I died and went to heaven! HIMBO SPIDIES EVERYWHERE! -fangirling so hard-

Peter cursed under his breath: I should've never told him.

Peter B.: Hey, Peter! What's up, who's your friend? -he slurps his soda having to carrying his daughter in his baby carrier-

Mayday waves: Hi-hi!

Deadpool gasps: Oh my gawd, look at her wittle socks- -He gasps louder- AND SHE GOT WITTLE FLOWERS!

Mayday giggles with her feet kicking: Hehehe

Peter sighs: This is my friend, Wade...

Deadpool hushes him: No Spidy! I'm Deadpool! You gotta keep my identity a -whispers in Peter's ear- secret!

Peter B slurps: Quite the friend you got there, Pete!

Peter groans: He's been begging me to bring him here. I had to do graveyard work for Jess' to let him come for the day! -Deadpool going all around the headquarters being so excited! He was more excited with the Spidermen with the nice rears-

Deadpool saw Petie: Ohh, look the dum truck on that one and those! -Unware that Petie talking to Miguel, Ben, Miguel, and another Spiderman-

Petie being casual: So, I'm thinking we should more team A into the left instead of the rig- -he stop himself feeling hands groping his butt. He looks over finding a strange guy in a black and red suit who happily giggles- Wha- Hey!

Deadpool giggles: Hey, gorgeous! -happily grabbing Petie's rear- You got some nice cake for a Peter Parker!

Miguel: Oye Cabrón! What da the hell you think you're doing! -He shouted out loud with his fangs out. Petie trembling with fear having to go behind Alpha and Miguel-

Petie: He touched me!

Deadpool: Oh don't worry! I'm all equal!

Alpha scowls: Listen asshole, you don't pull a -He grunts angrily feeling Deadpool's hands on his rear- HEY, Stop! I'ma kill you!

Miguel growls: WHO BROUGHT THIS HERE! -he scowls having a red tint on his face when he felt Deadpool's hands groping his rear-

Deadpool: Wow, so toned... so soft! -he turns to the fourth wall- Hey, you guys asked for this. Ya'll wanted know how sweet his cake is! Honk! Honk! Hehehe -he pinches Miguel's rear-

Miguel's talons came out ready to strike: You got five seconds to stop touching me!

Petie looks so confused: Who's he talking too?

Alpha: This man is derange! I'll end his misery!

Deadpool giggles: Honestly, I like the first Peter's cake... it's much softer like pillows. Alpha's too hard. Miguel's is just right, but I like them soft! -Alpha and Miguel gotten more angry by his words, while Petie blush-

Peter: Wait! He's my friend! WADE, stop it!

Deadpool happily went over to carry Peter: Yeah, this is my boo! -he turns to the fourth wall- Looks familiar, huh?

Peter: Put me down, Wade!

Deadpool: Nuh-uh! Let's get out of here before Mr. Dracula bites me! -he carries off Peter to escape two angry Spidermen.-

Peter B. slurps his soda with his daughter as they watch: You know, it never gets boring here, huh May? -he looks down at his kid-

Mayday: Nuh Uh -agreeing with her dad-

Deadpool carrying Peter in bridal style getting away from Miguel and Alpha. Peter with his arms crossed being annoyed, then he arched his eyebrow spotting two similar younger Spidermen.

Hobie running off with Miles in his arms in bridal style form, too. Miles rolled his eyes, when Hobie took him away from their friend being jealous. He wanted to snuggle and cuddle with Miles all to himself. Miles spotted a Spidermen being carried off going in the same direction: You too, huh?

Peter: Yeah...

Hobie turns to Deadpool as they ran in the safe pace: Ello, mate. What brings you here?

Deadpool: And you know, escaping ole' Dracula and his werewolf! -implying Miguel and Alpha-

Hobie: Ah, they are terrible, aren't they?

Deadpool: They are! I'm here saving my baby!

Hobie: Same here!

They're partners rolling their eyes having their arms crossed being carried off to God knows where.

[ethoglrl]

Thinking about a hc/ls powers au where triplets!Grian, Pearl and Jimmy are villains and heroes!Scar, Mumbo and Ren are trying to stop them (while not realizing how corrupt the organization they work for is) (im calling this AU Eyes Ears and Mouths or EEM for short)

Like okok consider, consider:

Civilian Grian and Scar crushing on each other, maybe borderline dating (like they go out for things that are totally dates but if anyone brings it up "nooo we're just friends guyssss how many times do I have to say it!") and then bam, hero and villain fight happens that night, next day they see each other and Scar's limping, brushing it off as "oh I fell" when it was villain!Grian (aka Watcher) who had scratched his leg deep, or Grian having to cancel cause he "feels sick" when really hero!Scar (HotGuy.. duh) had hit him with an arrow and he desperately needed time to heal

Consider as well :

Pearl, Grian and Jimmy as young kids, running around the streets, orphaned, eventually learning about their powers and struggling to control them without their parents teaching them how

Consider:

Jimmy discovering his powers when he went to steal some clothes for winter, having had to try to run from a mall cop (malls were usually easier as they were more crowded. Easier to escape if the doors were close by) but getting tackled to the ground, him immediately panicking and then going full Listener

Jimmy almost killing the cop as he went full Listener (wings and feathers sprouting from the sides of his face by his ears and all down his back and legs, fingers and toes becoming sharp talons, ears floating all around him kind of like a vertical halo if that makes sense) and couldn't stop himself from using his powers (the listeners themselves going into the man's mind, invading his thoughts, taking them and his memories away, paralyzing him while Jimmy scratches him deep, not realizing how strong he is, trying to escape the man's grasp)

Pearl and Grian watching this, almost scared of their youngest brother, not knowing if he'll snap at any moment

Less angsty but consider :

Civilian!Scar and Mumbo being friends, not knowing the other is the hero they work with as the organization has a 100% identity hidden rule and if your identity is revealed to anyone you're kicked off the team

Okay now time to explain the powers so it's less confusing LOL

Villains -

Grian : Watcher : when in watcher mode, like Listener and Speaker, feathers and wings sprout out by his ears and on his back to his legs, his being a reddish-orange, and his toes and fingers turn into sharp talons, while purple eyes surround his face, helping him to see more of what's going on around him. Wears a dark purple cloak with some holes for his wings, and a simple metal band with the watcher emblem on it for a mask : is able to send the watchers (aka some little eye things, think like how most people draw eyes around watcher!grian, little 2D purple things) to attack his victim(s), shooting little balls of... well, nobody knows what, at the target(s)

Pearl : Speaker : when in speaker mode, like Listener and Watcher, feathers and wings sprout out by her ears and on her back to her legs, hers being a more bluey-white, fingers and toes turning into sharp talons, while small mouths float around her head, telling her dark secrets of those she wishes. Wears a dark blue cloak and a similar metal band to grian as a mask, but with a different symbol (I'll make the symbols for her and Jimmy eventually) : is able to send the speakers (aka little mouths) to attack her target(s), where they then scream their dark secrets, things that make them feel guilty or hurt or generally bad, at them, in words only they can hear, giving the victim(s) such powerful headaches (not to mention negative feelings) that they crumble to the ground

Jimmy : Listener : when in listener mode, like Speaker and Watcher, feathers and wings sprout out by his ears and on his back to his legs, his being bright yellow, fingers and toes turning into sharp talons, while small ears float around his head, helping him hear everything going on around him. Wears a dark yellow cloak, with a metal band like the other two for a mask but with his own symbol : is able to send the listeners (aka little ears) to infiltrate his target(s), going into their head and thoughts, temporarily sucking out almost every thought and memory, making is nearly impossible for the victim(s) to move as they struggle against the listeners in their mind

Bdubs : Moss ("I don't want a good name, my name's just gonna be my power. What about it?") : wears a blanket (he swearssss it's a costume but idk mannn) that's literally just covered in moss, mushrooms, I think a tree is growing in there, nobody knows but it makes him more powerful, as well as uses some moss to make a mask kinda like the one ethos mc skin has yk : pretty much can control plants and nature, especially good at moss and moss covered objects, even able to conjure up some moss on himself as a protective measure if needed

Etho : Winter (listen he's Canadian let's cut him some slac-) : ... literally just what ethos MC skin looks like, his hair is naturally a blonde but turns white when using his powers : can make it snow and hail, can form snow and ice in his hands as well as is always freezing to the touch, and can literally freeze victims with a touch if wanted

Martyn : Shadow : ... last life shadow alliance Martyn, need I say more? : can jump into and out of shadows (as if they're portals), as well as can use them to completely hide himself (so unless you know he's there, you can't see him) and can also use the shadows to attack you if you're in them or close enough to them

Scott : Heartbreaker : simple teal jumpsuit or whatever heroes always wear with some gold accessories and white and gold accents on the jumpsuit itself, with a very fancily embroidered mask (Hes gay he needs everything to be extra /stereotyping) : is able to drive wedges between teammates or.. well, anyone really. Can be as simple as a distrusting glance between each partner after he uses the power, or as much as them no longer able to work together, or screaming at each other rather than fighting the villains

Heroes -

Scar : HotGuy : ... well we all know typical hotguy attire must I really say : can fly (without wings unlike the triplets) and always hits with his bow without fail, except in extremely specific circumstances

Mumbo : RedStone (listen, he was told to come up with a name himself, he never said he was creative) : kind of looks like that tuxedo guy from sailor moon except he has a mustache that's very prominent : telekinesis, an extremely strong version of it in fact. Is able to rip chunks out of walls and rip concrete up from the street to make a shield easily, as well as throw people around (although he does MUCH better with inanimate objects than with people or living things like Bdubs' moss and trees)

Ren : WereDog, eventually becomes WereKing : originally just simple red t-shirt and overalls with some pockets for what he needs, and when he rebrands to WereKing, wears much more kingly fashion, a red cape with puffy white.. stuff (idk what it is I don't sew) on the lining, a "crown" as his mask with a frilly shirt on under it (probably just jeans for his pants idk I just like his design in my mind so that's why he gets a paragraph of it) : can turn into any kind of canine (a wolf, a dog, a coyote, whatever) (yes I spent more time imagining his costume than his power shhhhh)

More characters and their info to squeeze in -

X : leader of the heroes, though not of the organization : mostly plans out who patrols where (sometimes the upper management gives *suggestions* on where certain heroes should go), what heroes to use in a given situation, disciplining heroes who mess up (no matter how bad), usually is the one who fires and *sometimes* hires heroes (also does other more boring stuff I ain't explaining it all)

Doc : a more minor hero called Monster : when using his power turns giant, green and fuzzy (like a weird hulk) (doesn't wear a mask as he looks almost 100% different when using his powers) : also like the hulk is extremely strong, and can also explode when wanted (this does leave pretty severe burn marks on him, however he will survive)

Those are the only ones I really have done so far LMAO I need time to think. I will update when I have ideas !!!

Tempted to make this a fic, if you'd read it lmk and I can make one on ao3 or just a shorter one on here, post it as little one shots of certain scenes if you can't read a whole fic

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Octavia Redesign🌒

Made my own take on Octavia for fun!!!! I always loved how casual her look is compared to her parents more regal styles. Also dig her having a celestial motif⭐️.

Because for my take, Stella has a sun motif while Stolas still has a moon motif. I gave Via an eclipse motif🌙☀️🌒!!!!!! Why I added darker colors, more circle shapes and for her eyes I was going for an eclipse. I kept the star motif from her OG aswell but I made them into pentagrams and smaller sparkles and constellations for her mesh & hat. Fun fact, apparently during eclipses you could see all kinds of different stars and even planets!!!!!⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️🪐🪐🪐🪐🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌

Pushed for a Nu-Goth aesthetic with celestial motifs, I figure it’d fit well for her whole love of the occult☠️🔮🌌

Switched out the sweater for a purple dress with sparkly mesh. Casual but still very classy for a Goth Princess✨✨✨✨✨👑👑👑

Made her hair longer with a dark purplish gradient. Ngl Marceline the Vampire Queen(Adventure Time) and (Teen Titans)Blackfire gave me inspiration. Also gave her V-bangs.

I really wanted to add more of her mom’s physical traits into her, show her as a mix of her dad and mom for the eclipse theme. @lovesart23 Octavia really helped me consider on how to add her moms swan traits. She has a gradient glow which she gets from her dad but also has long lashes which is part of her mom’s eye marking developing. I can see most assume it’s eyeliner. Also made her body type more of a medium of her dad and mom’s figures.

Went for purple instead of pink. Stella(pink) + Stolas(blue) makes purple! It’s also a color that symbolizes magic, royalty and very gothic💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Removed the boots, giving her a mix of her dads and mom’s feet. Has webbed so she can swim well being part swan 🦢

Gave her skin a purplish gray tint as cygnets(young swans) have gray skin so I imagine she’d still have a bit of gray.

Made her tail less big. Also gave her talons like her mom but black🖤

Replaced her crown beanie for a more gothic Wide Brim hat with constellations 🌌

Gave her hair a gradient as when she was a kid which I assume is from Stella’s side since It was shown she had some white gradient and I wanted to bring that back to show her also getting it from Stolas’ side with his gradient.

What do u think? I’d love to know💖

I’ve also made designs of I.M.P, Verosika and even her folks, Stolas & Stella.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Stay Pt. 4

Series Summary: Y/N knows what she's doing is wrong, but she doesn't want to let it go.

Chapter Warnings/Explicit 18+: Show level violence. Brief angst.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 2,430

A/N: This is the fourth part to my Stay series. It is a completed five part series. One part will be released every day. Hope you enjoy!

The beautiful divider below and at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89

Five weeks later:

“Okay, enjoy your stay.” Y/N said with a smile as she handed the room keys to the harried parents trying to wrangle their three kids into the King Suite they’d booked. 

As the noisy family tromped away, loaded down with luggage, a tall, slim man approached the desk and smiled at her. His eyes were very dark brown, nearly black, and he was missing two teeth on the top and one on the bottom, which made him look a little like a jack-o-lantern. 

He gave her the heebie-jeebies. 

But she pushed aside the feeling, telling herself she was being mean about his appearance. So she smiled back.

“How can I help you?”

“I was hoping you had a room available for the night. I’m afraid my trip is taking longer than I expected, and I’d like to get a good night’s sleep before continuing on.”

For some reason she couldn’t explain, Y/N lied. “No, I’m so sorry, sir, we’re all booked up tonight.”

Just then her manager, Maureen, came up behind her. “Y/N, that can’t be right.” She punched a few keys on the computer, and then pointed to it. “See, there are nearly a dozen single rooms still available.” 

Maureen gave Y/N an annoyed look that told her to do her job better, and Y/N just nodded. “Oh, yes, I see that now. I missed them.” She looked at the guest and gave an apologetic smile. “End of a long shift, I guess. I’ll book you in, how will you be paying for the room?”

The last hour of her shift went by without incident and she’d nearly forgotten about her creepy guest as she clocked out and headed to her car in the parking lot. It was a breezy evening, and the sun was long gone, so Y/N pulled her scarf a little tighter as she approached her car. Then she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, and she knew it had nothing to do with the chill in the air.

She whirled around quickly just in time to dodge out of the way, as the jack-o'-lantern man lunged at her. She screamed loudly, and ran in the opposite direction since he now blocked her path to her car. But as though he could fly, he suddenly landed right in front of her, reaching for her again. This time he managed to latch onto her forearm.

When she looked down at his grasp, she couldn't understand what she was seeing. The man's skinny hand had turned into talons, and they glowed bright orange. She screamed in pain as the fiery claws burned her.

Seconds later, she felt herself lifting off the ground as the man did indeed turn and begin to fly away with her.

She knew she must be in a nightmare, and she kept screaming, hoping to wake herself up. 

Before she was more than six feet off the ground she heard the man, who was clearly not a man, screech out an unholy sound as he dropped her to the ground, and continued to try and fly away.

From her crumpled place on the ground, Y/N looked up at him and saw an arrow protruding from his side and before she could blink a second one pierced through his heart from behind.

With another ear splitting screech he fell back down to earth and then was silent. Everything was silent, eerily silent. And out of the inky black shadows surrounding her, Dean walked towards her.

He got down on his haunches next to her, and his face looked angry as he grabbed her by the upper arms.

"Did he hurt you?" His voice was rough and deep. She just stared at him, unable to understand how he’d invaded her nightmare. 

“Y/N!” He yelled, giving her a little shake. When she still didn’t say anything, or even blink, he moved his gaze over her body and saw the burn on her arm. “Son of a bitch.” He said almost under his breath.

He looked into her eyes, and his expression softened. “Y/N? Okay, baby, can you stand?” Without waiting for her answer, he shifted to run his big hands over her legs, likely checking for breaks. When he got to her ankle, he pressed gently and she cried out in pain. He hissed through his teeth.

“Okay, it’s okay, honey, just a bad sprain, I think.”

The pain seemed to clear the fog she’d been moving around in, and reality began to set in. The jack-o’-lantern man could fly, and he burned her with scorching talons, and Dean shot him with a silver arrow. 

That was the reality. She began to shake. 

Suddenly Dean’s partner showed up, a long bow in his hand that was identical to the one Dean had fired. “I got the other one, he didn’t manage to…” He trailed off as he came upon the two of them. 

“Y/N?” He gave her a once over. “Are you hurt?”

Dean nodded. “He burned her arm, and she sprained her ankle when he dropped her.” Dean picked up his bow from the ground beside him and passed it to his partner.

Sam, she thought, his partner’s name is Sam.

“Here,” Dean told Sam, “take the bows, and get rid of his body. I gotta…” He nodded towards her.

Sam gave him a pitying look before smiling kindly at her. “Yeah, okay.” He responded, moving forward to deal with the body of the flying, jack-o’-lantern, bird man. Surrealty was beginning to set in again for Y/N, and the world dimmed around the edges.

I might pass out.

Suddenly Dean bent forward to scoop her up and walk her away from where Sam was dealing with her would-be abductor. It suddenly occurred to her that she’d forgotten something, and she looked up into Dean’s face. He glanced down at her, and she shook her head.

“I didn’t say thank you.”

Dean frowned. “Thank you for what?”

“You saved me. He was taking me away, I couldn’t fight him.” She began rambling, barely pausing for breath. “He burned my arm. But I think you were right, my fear helped me. I was creeped out by him right away, so I was a bit on alert and then I got a scared feeling in the parking lot and it let me run away from him for a second. If he’d taken me sooner, you might have gotten there too late, he might have been too far away for you to reach with the arrow. Why did you shoot him with an arrow? Do the FBI use arrows now? That doesn’t seem practical.”

Dean let her ramble unbroken until they reached his beautiful black Impala. Then he set her carefully on the hood, and lifted a finger to her lips. “It's okay, sweetheart, I’ll explain everything, but just for now, concentrate on breathing in and out, okay?”

He breathed deeply with her once or twice and then patted her uninjured arm. “Good, keep doing that. I’ll be right back.”

Panic flared in her eyes and she grabbed onto his hand. “No, stay.” He kept her hand in his and leaned close to press a kiss against her lips, and then to her knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere far, sweetheart, just the trunk.” He nodded to the back of the car. “First aid kit.”

He squeezed her hand and then put it back in her lap. “Just keep breathing.”

He went to the trunk and was back almost immediately with a big metal box. He pulled out a tube of smelly ointment and rubbed it carefully onto the burn. It began to ease the pain immediately, as he wrapped a gauze bandage around it. Next he probed her ankle with gentle fingers, before cracking a cold pack and holding it in place over the swollen joint with another expertly tied bandage.

Finally he was done tending to her wounds, and he put the first aid kit away and came back to sit beside her on the hood. They were quiet for a few minutes before Y/N stated the one fact she’d figured out so far.

“You’re not an FBI agent, are you?” She turned to look at him, and he turned his face up to the sky, contemplating the stars for a moment before he shook his head.

“No.”

“Then, who are you?”

He licked his lips and turned his gaze back on her. “I’m a hunter.”

For the next half hour Dean talked, laying the truth out in front of her like an offering. He explained that the thing chasing her had been a dragon. The murders at the hotel that they’d come to investigate originally were committed by other dragons from the same lair. He and Sam (his brother, not his partner) thought that these dragons were returning to their old haunt in order to draw them out, so the monsters could exact revenge on the hunters for their slain brethren. 

“But thankfully we took them both out.” He finished and silence reigned for a minute. Clearly uncomfortable with the charged silence, Dean began talking again. 

“The, uh, arrows are made out of an old sword that used to actually be stuck in a rock. Like the, uh, old King Arthur stories. You know?” When Y/N didn’t respond, he continued. “I actually had to pull it out of the stone. Well, I guess technically I blew the stone up, and I broke the sword. But then we melted it down and turned it into arrows. Easier to hit those suckers when they try to fly away.”

He was quiet a few seconds before he jumped down off the hood to stand in front of her. He caught her eye and his expression was pleading. “Y/N say something, or I’m gonna just keep rambling like an idiot, and nobody wants that.”

She shook her head. “I don’t know how to start, what to say. This is really what you do? You lied to me. You’re not an FBI agent. So, that time we were together and you seemed troubled, and I asked you what was wrong, and you said you were working on a tough case - that was a lie. Or every time you had to go because you were urgently needed on a case, those…those were just lies too.”

Dean was shaking his head. “No, not exactly. I mean, no I’m not an FBI agent, but I was telling you the truth when I said I had a case. It’s just…it was a case of monsters not maniacs.”

Y/N looked at him for a moment before shrugging. “You know, it really doesn’t matter anyway. You stopped talking to me, remember? You haven’t answered my texts in weeks.”

Dean looked down at the ground. “Y/N…I…”

But Y/N cut him off. “No, it’s fine. Thank you for saving my life. You obviously don’t owe me anything after that, not even an explanation.”

She tried to scoot past him so she could get down off the hood, but he kept her in place, grabbing her hips in his big hands and pushing himself between her legs. The position was a little too intimate for her to maintain her composure, and her eyes darted down to his mouth and she licked her lips.

“But I want to explain.” Dean’s voice was low and slightly ragged, and she was glad that she was affecting him too. 

His right hand moved from gripping her hip to cupping her cheek. “Fuck, I’ve missed you so much.” His breath was warm against her lips as he hovered over them. “Missed this too.”

Then he was kissing her and she wanted to weep with how badly she wanted him, how much she’d missed him too. She was living on her own for the first time since college and it felt amazing, she felt finally free, felt as though her life could really start.

But through all the incredible changes, her mind had thought of him, missed him, and her heart had been shattered that as soon as she was free, he’d wanted nothing to do with her. That still broken heart pulled her away from his mouth and made her push on his biceps. 

“Dean, let me go. I can’t do this anymore. I just…let me down.” But he wouldn’t budge. “Dean.” She said, trying to sound forceful.

“As long as you were married I could tell myself we didn’t have a future.”

She froze at his words and then scowled at him in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

Dean closed his eyes. “My life is…hard. It’s dangerous and…and we lose people. All the time.” He opened his eyes to stare into her, and she could see the depth of pain that those losses had caused. “I was terrified to bring you into that, and I didn’t want to have to tell you that monsters were real. But as long as you were married, I could convince myself that none of that mattered, because despite what I might want, you weren’t available. You couldn’t belong to me.”

His smile was full of pain. “So, when you told me you were free, that you could, in theory anyway, be mine…I don’t know, I panicked. Because now the only thing keeping us apart was me and my fucked up life.”

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat as he continued. “But these last weeks without you have been torture. I think about you constantly, talk about you constantly. I’m driving Sam nuts. He’s told me a hundred times to just call you. And I’ve wanted to, so much.”

He shook his head. “But…well, the truth is I don’t deserve you.” He shrugged. “But the reality is, I need you in my life. And I know I have no right to ask you, but…” He took a deep breath. “...stay?” His thumb traced her bottom lip. “Please stay with me.”

The pieces of her broken heart mended together as she wrapped her arms around his neck and beamed up at him. “Dean, you helped me remember who I am, showed me I deserved more than mere tolerance in a relationship. You saved me…even before you saved me.” 

She smiled, teary eyed. “So, I’ll stay if you stay.”

Dean’s grin was full of relief and mischief and his bright, green gaze was full of love. “Just try to get rid of me, sweetheart.”

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[kayssweetdreams]

The Best of "Friends"

(How (at least I think) Barnaby met Snatcher)

For Snatcher, it was a normal day in Subcon Forest. He got some new contracts for some unsuspecting sucker to sign, Hat Kid was busy with DJ Grooves and Queen Vanessa Crazy was no where to be seen. He could finally finish that one book that he had been waiting to read. However, all ideas of peace went out the window when he felt that someone was in HIS forest.

Eyes narrowed, he quickly teleported to a part of the forest where most people ended up...but to his surprise, there was nothing there. Snatcher growled. No one escaped HIS forest. At least not in one piece. He looked around, trying to see if they had left some kind of clue or hint as to who or what they were. Suddenly, he felt what felt to be a very strong pull at his ghostly tail.

The pull caught him off guard as he was dragged into a black and purple swirling portal. Snatcher panicked. This was a first to him...and this is coming from someone who got their ghostly butt whooped by a CHILD. He grabbed onto a nearby tree, holding onto dear...death, and hoping that whoever it was pulling him in would give up. Unfortunately, the pulling not only got stronger, but the tree began to get melt.

Snatcher was starting to think he was loosing it, as the tree was now fully melted into a puddle, and he was dragged into the portal. The ghost could only look up as he saw the night sky of Subcon Forest above him, as he was dragged deeper and deeper. When the pulling finally stopped, he was relieved when he finally was let go...until he got a good look at where he actually was.

He found himself inside of a giant mansion, with a lot of decor that reminded him a lot of eyes. Snatcher, however didn't care. Mansions meant one thing: HER. Panicking, he floated into a nearby room, just in case she decided to come out and put him through his own trauma again. "HOOHOO! It worked!" A loud voice hooted. Snatcher raised an eyebrow. That...didn't sound like Vanessa.

Turning around, he found himself staring into two orange eyes...that looked like the person who owned them had lost their mind. The "person" in question...turned out not to be a person at all! It was in fact another ghost, as black as night...and if he could guess, this ghost appeared to be an owl. "I can't believe it actually worked! I wasn't sure if you could leave that forest of yours!" It said, a smile on its face.

Snatcher'a confusion turned to frustration "Wait. YOU'RE the one that grabbed me?" He asked. The owl nodded enthusiastically, as if he was PROUD of what he did "Yep! That was me!" He said. Now Snatcher's frustration turned to anger. "WHY?!" He shouted, his voice making the room shake. The owl didn't even flinch as he said "Why! For the party of course!".

Snapping a talon, the room around them seemingly came to life. Multiple orange ghosts appeared as some appeared to dance, others chatting with other ghosts, some even eating the...very questionable food that sat on a floating snack table. Snatcher could feel his eye twitch. He was not...No...he was NEVER a party person. If anything, he hated parties. He never went to the ones that that penguin threw, and he wasn't going to stay at this one.

Turning around, Snatcher attempted to open the door and leave the party room, only to find himself face to face with that owl ghost again "Wrong way! The party is THIS way!" He said, the gem on his pink vest seemingly getting brighter. Snatcher could feel powerful magic from it as he Now found himself in front of the snack table. All of the food seemingly drenched in some kind of green liquid (presumably poison).

Snatcher shook his head, Did that owl just...it didn't matter, he wanted out. Floating away from the snack table, he turned around to find the owl in front of him again "You haven't even had anything to eat yet!" He said. Snatcher groaned "Look. I'm not a party person. I never liked parties. Not when I was alive and certainly not now." He said, hoping that the owl ghost would get it through his head.

Unfortunately, he got his answer in the form of the owl ghost laughing an hooting uncontrollably at his words "HOO HOOHOOHOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! 'Not a party person!' Now THAT is the funniest thing I've ever heard a ghost say! You're gonna fit in here just fine!" He said, now giving Snatcher a VERY unwanted hug. The contract maker teleported away, hoping to find another way out of the mansion.

However, This place didn't seem...natural. Every time he tried to leave that mansion, he would just find himself right back in the party room. Sometimes in even MORE undignified positions. Going through windows just landed him on the dance floor while exiting through the door landed him in another room, where a full tea party awaited him...along with that owl ghost AGAIN.

Snatcher sighed... This was NOT how he wanted to spend his night.

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[tsarisfanfiction]

Adult Supervision

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Gen Genre: Hurt/Comfort Characters: Gracie, Will, Nereids Chiron and Dionysus aren't the only adult supervision at camp, but they tend to be the only ones that make themselves known to the kids. TOApril day 16 - Nymphs and Negligence. Figured this prompt was as good a time as any to explore whether the adults in charge of the camp are actually any good at it. Sources suggest the answer may not be yes.

Camp was different.

Gracie hadn’t really registered it, her first summer, but then her first summer had been full of mortal Apollo and threat of destruction and other rather distracting things, to say nothing of the whole experience of discovering she was a demigod.  Her first summer had been a dramatic mix of fun and trauma, all bundled up into a single, demigodly package, and she figured she could be forgiven for not paying attention to the details, then.

Well, she had paid attention to details, like daughter of Apollo, and archery lessons, and how not to die.  She just hadn’t paid attention to other things.  Mundane things, her mom would call them.  Things like who did the laundry, and the cooking.  Who did all the things that Mom did while she was home.

It was difficult to miss the satyrs, especially as one of them had escorted her to camp personally, a strange look on their face when the golden lyre burst into existence above her head (she had discovered, later, that that had been weird, because Apollo couldn’t have claimed her, or Yan, or Jerry, but they’d all been claimed just the same.  Not even Apollo had ever explained how that had happened, when asked).  With their goat legs and funny gait and little horns poking up through thick curly hair, they were rather obvious, and rather obviously different to demigods even if they wore the same orange t-shirts.

It was difficult to miss the harpies, too, especially when Will went out of his way to introduce her to the main trio, explaining the curfew rule and how it worked when there were medical emergencies in the middle of the night – not, he’d stressed, that she was likely to get involved in that for several years at least, but it was useful to know from the start.  Gracie liked the harpies, even if their eyes were sharp and their fingers were razor talons and they were all in all a little bit scary to look at.

No, it was the nymphs that Gracie had barely noticed, the first time around.  Will had waved in the direction of a bundle of nereids in the lake on her welcome tour, and given her strict instructions not to climb trees without permission unless she wanted several furious dryads after her blood, but he’d never really introduced her to them, and unlike the satyrs and harpies, the nymphs didn’t actually interact with the campers all that much.

Her first summer, it had never even occurred to Gracie that, perhaps, the nymphs were also supposed to be supervision – after all, Chiron was amazing, but he was only one centaur, and Mr D certainly didn’t care enough about them to make sure they were behaving on a day to day basis.  The satyrs had their own roles to deal with – Protectors, mostly, constantly coming and going as they searched for more demigods to escort to camp, preferably in one piece.

It took two summers and a capsized kayak for Gracie to really register the nymphs.

There hadn’t been any particular reason why she’d been in the kayak.  She liked them, liked sitting on top of the water (but not in it, not getting soaked although there was inevitably some water at the bottom of each one that got into her pant legs and travelled up, up, up) as the lake bobbed gently underneath her.  There were other campers dotted around in kayaks, too – not a full camp-wide activity, but enough that she wasn’t alone, even if she was the only one in her kayak.

They were just messing around, splashing each other by slapping their paddles on the surface of the water and laughing as it erupted upwards into their target’s face.  Nothing dangerous – certainly nothing as dangerous as her previous summer, when the risks had involved a high chance of death – but fun and a little exhilarating, as her kayak rocked around her.

It was probably an accident.  No, she knew it was an accident, because she didn’t have any real enemies amongst the campers – in fact she liked to think most people liked her well enough – but it didn’t stop a paddle getting tangled with hers, and in the attempts to separate them, the water moved (someone else slapping it, probably not noticing the danger) and Gracie found herself under the water, still trapped in her kayak but barely any air in her lungs (she was a drummer, not a woodwind or brass player.  Her lung capacity was barely a fraction of Austin or Alice’s!) and a stream of bubbles in front of her face.

Gracie wouldn’t say that she panicked, but she certainly didn’t enjoy being suddenly upside down with no air and no quick way to get air.  Her paddle was gone, as was the one that had been snagged with it, and Gracie didn’t even know how to get out of the kayak while it was upside down, not with the cover supposedly keeping her lap dryish, let alone how to un-capsize herself.

Okay, maybe she panicked a little.

A lot.

She thrashed against the fabric pinning her inside the kayak, feeling her lungs burning as they realised they weren’t getting any more water in and were filling with old air they’d stripped of anything useful and wanted to send back out of her body with some waste elements attached.  She needed to get out, needed to breathe-

Slender arms with webbed hands passed in front of her vision, pushing against her kayak, and there were hands she couldn’t see pushing and pulling at her body, too.  A sudden jerk had her kayak flipping right side up again, with her still successfully inside it, and she gasped, trying not to let water drip from her hair into her face and open mouth as she panted.

“Gracie!”  The cry came from the shoreline, and she turned her head to see Will making exaggerated come here gestures, which meant he was worried by her dip in the lake.

If she was honest, after that, Gracie kind of wanted to get out of the kayak and onto solid, dry land, anyway.  She jumped out of her skin when her kayak started moving without her input, but it made a beeline straight for Will, so she didn’t question it too hard.

He was there the moment her kayak ran firmly aground on the beach, far too firmly to be a result of just the light waves lapping around, yanking away whatever was keeping her pinned inside it until she could scramble out and gratefully accept the towel he draped over her head – and inflict a soaking wet hug on him, because okay she had been scared, and Will was her big brother.

It was only when she asked, much later, how her kayak had righted itself, that she remembered the nereids in the lake.  Will had shrugged about them.  “They exist,” he said, “and they make sure no-one drowns in the lake.  I don’t know much more about them than that, honestly.”

Given how long Will had been at camp, that was a little alarming, if Gracie thought about it enough.  She decided not to.