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joelmillerisapunk · 3 months

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bad idea, right?

Dad's boss!Joel Miller x Reader

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↳ wordcount: 1,628

↳ summary: The thrill of sneaking around and the intense physical pleasure are difficult to forget, but the guilt and shame that accompany them can not be ignored. You find yourself questioning whether your actions were justified and whether you should risk it again.

↳ warnings: 18 unprotected p in v, sneaky public sex.

↳ notes: hiiii! I wrote this in about 30 minutes this morning because that first picture got in my head. I hope you enjoy! lemme know what you think 💋

You pull up to the construction site in your old beat-up truck, the same one your dad used to drive before he started working for Joel Miller. The sun is high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the dusty site. You can see your dad, hard at work, operating one of the heavy machinery machines. You take a deep breath, gathering your courage to make your way over to him.

As you step out of the truck, you notice Joel standing near one of the half-built buildings, talking to one of the workers. You can't help but admire him from afar. His broad shoulders look like they could through his t-shirt at any moment, his hair pushed back, revealing his sharp jawline. You've had a crush on him since the first day your dad brought you to the site to look around, but you never had the guts to talk to him.

But today is different.

You grab the thermos of coffee and the bag of sandwiches from the passenger seat and start making your way towards your dad. As you approach, Joel notices you and gives you a friendly wave.

"Hey there, kiddo," he says, his voice deep and gravelly. "Your dad's inside that building over there. I'm sure he could use a break."

You nod, handing him the thermos. "Coffee?"

He grins, taking the thermos from your hand. "You're a lifesaver. Thanks."

You feel warm, mumbling a response before quickly turning and walking away. You can feel Joel's eyes on you as you make your way over to your dad, your heart pounding in your chest.

After a few minutes of chatting with your dad, you decide to take a walk around the site. You've always been fascinated by the construction process, and you love exploring the different areas of the site. You wander around and without thinking, you find yourself wandering towards the building Joel disappeared into earlier. As you approach, you can hear the sound of hammering coming from inside. You push open the door, your heart racing as you step inside.

The room is dimly lit, with patches of sunlight streaming in through the windows. Joel is standing in the corner, his hair damp with sweat, his muscles glistening in the sunlight. He looks up as you enter, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to join me,” he sets down the hammer he's been using and walks over to you, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'm glad you decided to come find me."

You feel your cheeks flush as he steps closer, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his body. "I... I wasn't looking for you," you stammer, your heart pounding in my chest.

Joel just laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Sure you weren't," he says, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But I'm glad you're here anyway. I didn't take you for the type to sneak around and explore abandoned buildings," he says, his voice teasing.

"Oh, I was, uh, just curious," you mumble, looking down at the ground.

Joel chuckles, his fingers gently lifting your chin so that you're looking at him. "I like curious," he says, his voice full of mischief. His body is just inches away from yours. You can feel the heat radiating off him, making your heart race even faster. Joel reaches out, gently pushing a strand of hair out of your face. His fingers linger on your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" his eyes locked on yours.

You can feel your entire body heating up, you look down at the ground. Joel's hand moves to your arm, gently squeezing it.

"Hey, look at me," he says, his voice soft and soothing.

You look up, meeting his gaze. Joel's eyes are full of desire, making your heart race even faster. He leans in, his lips brushing against yours. You gasp, your body trembling with desire. His hands move to your hips, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his arousal pressing against you, making your heart race even faster. He deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands continue to roam.

"I want you," he murmurs, his lips against your ear. "Here, now."

You moan with pleasure, your body trembling with desire. You know it's wrong, but you can't resist the temptation.

Joel leads you to a corner of the building, his hands gently caressing your body as he undresses you. You gasp as his fingers enter you. Joel's hands are gentle but firm, exploring your body with a skill that leaves you breathless.

Joel's hands move to your breasts, his fingers gently teasing your nipples. "You like that?" You nod, your breath hitching in your throat. Joel's fingers move lower, gently teasing your clit. All you can do is moan, he leaves you speechless. Joel's other hand pulls his pants and boxers down to his ankles, just far enough to free his erection, giving him just enough room to move.

You gasp as Joel’s girthy length enters past your wet folds and snuggles into your tight walls, he begins to move, his hips thrusting against yours. His fingers continue to tease your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. And ust as you're about to reach your climax, you hear the sound of footsteps outside the building. You freeze, your heart racing in your chest. Joel's fingers still, his body tensing as he listens. The footsteps get closer, and you can hear the sound of a worker's voice talking on the phone. Your heart races as you realize that you're about to get caught.

But Joel doesn't seem phased. He gently pulls out of you, his fingers stilling as he reaches for his pants. He pulls them up, his movements quick and smooth. You quickly fix your clothes, your heart still racing in your chest. Joel gives you a reassuring smile, his hand gently squeezing yours.

"Don't worry, we're good,"

You nod, trying to steady your breathing. Joel's hand stays on yours, leading you to the corner of the building, hiding you from the worker's view. The worker walks by, not noticing the two of you hiding in the corner. Joel's hand stays on yours, his thumb gently caressing your skin.

As the worker disappears out of sight, Joel turns to you, his eyes full of desire. "Where were we?" he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours.

You moan as Joel's fingers begin to move again. You know that you're taking a risk, but the pleasure he gives you is too strong to resist.

Joel leads you back to the corner, his hands gently caressing your body as he undresses you once again.

"Sweet jesus you're so beautiful, I can't resist you."

You gasp as Joel enters you once again, his movements slow and deliberate as he takes his time exploring your body. His fingers move to your clit, gently teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves as he thrusts his hips against yours.

"Good girl, takin’ my cock so good arent’cha?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin.

You nod, your breath hitching in your throat as Joel increases his pace. His fingers move faster, matching the rhythm of his hips as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

"I want you to come for me," he growls, his teeth grazing your ear. "I want to feel you trembling beneath me."

“fuck, im so close,” your bodys trembling with pleasure as Joel's fingers work their magic. You can feel the tension building inside you, your climax just within reach. "Yes, yes, yes," you chant, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel's fingers move faster, his hips thrusting harder as he drives you over the edge. You cry out, your body trembling with pleasure as waves of ecstasy wash over you.

Joel follows close behind, his body tenses as he reaches his climax, his hips thrusting harder as he drives himself deeper inside of you. You can feel the heat of his release, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through your own body.

Joel collapses against you, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. His breath is hot against your skin, his lips brushing against your neck as he tries to catch his breath.

You can feel his heart racing, matching the rhythm of your own as you come down from your own high. Joel's hands are still on your hips, his fingers gently caressing your skin as he tries to steady himself.

"You're incredible," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can't get enough of you.”

Joel slowly pulls out, and you instantly feel a pang of longing for him. You feel shy all the sudden, looking down at the ground. Joel's hand moves to your chin, gently lifting it so that you're looking at him.

"Hey, don't be shy," he says, his voice full of warmth and affection. "That was perfect, and I want to do it again."

You smile, feeling your cheeks flush with pleasure. Joel's hand moves to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"I want to see you again," his lips brushing against yours.

You nod, your heart racing in your chest. "I want that too," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel grins, his hand gently squeezing yours. "Good," he says, his thumb gently caressing your skin.

As you dress yourself, you can't help but feel a sense of guilt and shame wash over you. But the memory of the pleasure Joel gave you is too strong to resist, and you know that you'll be back for more.

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader #daddy!joel miller

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talesofesther · 4 months

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when the world sleeps | the lasting sun

Astarion Ancunin x Reader

Summary: Small tales of private and precious moments shared with Astarion, when the world still sleeps.

Today's tale: Deep into the Underdark, Astarion misses the sun.

A/N: A collection of little stories that will be released sporadically, in no particular order. A place for me to store all the sweet little ideas that lurk in my mind about this darling pale elf. Feel free to send requests for any moments you'd like to see. <3

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It was dark, that much was a given. No traces of sunlight dreamed of reaching this far down; a whole world, buried in the depths of Faerûn. And yet, as you walked among the bioluminescent flora, it felt as if magic itself had taken a living form.

You'd heard much of the Underdark, but being in it could never compare to the stories. Mushrooms and plants twice your size glowed softly and colorful, illuminating your path with a warmth you'd never have dreamed of finding down here.

For you, ever the curious and adventurous soul, there was much beauty in the endless night. For others, not so much.

You set up camp in a nice little nook of land; surrounded by gentle giant mushrooms and coated with a few patches of deep green grass. Peculiar bugs danced around the natural lights hanging from the thick roots above you, and purple crystals reflected your form as you wandered.

The place overlooked a rather dark abyss, however; and that's where you found Astarion.

Most of your friends had already turned in, no one quite sure if it was day or night, only knowing they were tired enough. You half expected Astarion to be resting as well. You had had a rather hectic past few hours, after all.

Yet he remained very much awake, sitting on the border of a cliff, his feet hanging by the edge, and beside one of the brightest pieces of flora here—as bright as they got at least, which wasn't further from a gentle glow.

There was a weight on his shoulders, you could tell. A little tense and a little on edge. Not unusual given your perils, yet this… seemed different.

You approached slowly, in case his mind wasn't fully with him, so you wouldn't startle him.

Astarion picked up on your presence easily enough. He always did. He always knew it was you, too. How, you couldn't tell; but his ears twitched the slightest bit as he heard your footsteps, yet he didn't turn around. You took that as your permission to stay.

You sat down beside him, leaving a small gap between your bodies. And for a long moment, you stayed silent, absentmindedly staring at the dark fog before you; watching as it wrapped itself around the sharp rocks and cliffs.

Only once you heard a shaky sigh coming from beside you, and the sound of Astarion's hands brushing over his pants, did you turn to look at him. There was yet to be a place where he looked anything less than ethereal, you thought. The warm glow of the mushrooms kissed his cheeks and pale hair, blossoming a faint pink blush just under his eyes that got you quite enraptured.

But it didn't have you missing the persistent furrow of his brows, the tightness of his lips pressed together. "Does something trouble you?" Your worry escaped you, quietly so.

A humorless chuckle fell past his lips, and you knew you were right. "Oh no, I've always dreamed of venturing into unknown lands deep underground," Astarion quipped, yet his voice wasn't as carefree as it usually was. "Quite the experience."

He gulped with a grimace, as if trying to hold something back and failing miserably. He still refused to meet your eyes too.

"But…?" It was nothing but a breath, giving him an out if he didn't wish to answer.

The elf hesitated, tilting his head your way with a small smile that didn't meet his eyes. "I… miss the sun." His voice was as quiet as you'd ever heard it, as small. Almost as if he was afraid you'd mock him for it.

Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest, your throat closing up. Such a simple thing for you, the sun. And for him, it was such a recent privilege. Of course he'd miss it dearly.

For a moment you didn't know what to say, what promises you could make in this life of uncertainty that you've been leading together ever since the nautiloid's crash. "We'll be out of here soon, I promise." You bumped his shoulder with yours, wanting to be closer yet trying not to cross any boundaries.

"Please, don't fret because of me, love." Astarion shrugged halfheartedly, "I am well used to the dark, after all." His lips held that easy smile but his voice was doleful.

There was a beat of silence, and an idea sparked in your mind. You bit the inside of your cheek, wondering if, somehow, it would be crossing a line—too tender of a gesture.

Yet to get back that glint in his eyes that only the sun could bring, you extended your hand anyway. With a flick of your wrist, small particles of golden magic started slowly swirling in the air; they formed from your fingertips and danced in front of you like a mirage.

Astarion held onto his breath, you could hear the catch of it in the silence of the night. His eyes perked up and focused solely on the fiery golden wisps coming together atop your palm.

It was a simple spell, one you knew by heart. Memorized ever since you were a child afraid of the night's darkness. You'd fill your bedroom with the bright particles, tearing through the weave and nearly setting your furniture on fire.

Now, in the depths of the Underdark, you held the glowing orb between both your hands with ease—raw magic swirling in between your fingers and shining aureate against your eyes—until it grew just big enough and you released as if it were a butterfly. It flew above you, yet never strayed far, chasing away the darkness and replacing it with a warm, ever-lasting glow.

Turning slowly to the vampire beside you, you observed as he followed the glow; red eyes taking on a fiery glint, sharp features being caressed by your own piece of personal sunlight. You thought you saw his lower lip wobble, but it must have been a trick of the light.

"It's not the sun, but…" The words tangled in your tongue, "I hope it brings you some semblance of comfort for now."

For a long moment, Astarion simply looked at the magical sphere of flames, briefly reminding you of when you'd woken up from your first night together. Oh, you'd capture the sun only to give it to him, if you could. In moments like there, when his eyes are big and vulnerable, when his lips are softly parted in wonder without him realizing; you see him as the innocent soul he'd once been all those years ago—before the horror, before the torture. And when he finally turned to meet your eyes, you were now the one incapable of holding the gaze.

Astarion shuffled closer, personal space forgotten when his thigh and shoulder came flush with yours. He reached out one hand, albeit a little hesitant, finding your own that rested on your lap. His pinkie intertwined with yours, all shy and gentle; so utterly new for him yet somehow it felt like the most real you've ever witnessed of him.

Nimble fingers got hold of your chin, and before you knew it, Astarion's lips were upon yours. It was as if his kisses spoke all the words he was still incapable of saying out loud.

"Who needs the sun," He whispered, upper lip brushing yours, you felt more than heard it; "When I have you, my darling."

Oh, the honeyed words. True or not, they'd always reach home inside your heart. Yet tonight, there was a strange sincerity dripping from each syllable.

And come to think of it, you've seen that same sunlight glint in his eyes during the night too. Every single night he has spent with you.

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Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are literally what keeps me motivated to continue posting here, so I’d appreciate it if you could take some time to reblog and comment. <3

You do not have permission to repost, copy, or translate my works on any platforms (even with credit), please respect.

Astarion’s taglist: @milkiane @v1ci0us

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dxckgrxsonx · 1 year

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The dick pic storyline is driving me absolutely feral, I need more, my love. Please, I am on my knees begging you 🙇‍♀️ 🙏

im chewing my laptop and maybe committing a few crimes because of the feelings. they're going to fuck eventually i swear!!

Sunlight yawns bright and weightless over the horizon, dawn dappled in lazy diluted watercolour brushstrokes.

Bronze scatters across the sky, endless wavelengths of vibrant colour sliding seamlessly into the other; gold hooks into blue and smudges talented fingers into the soft line of pink.

It’s been a long time since you’ve seen the blinding curve of the sun in the morning. You’ve missed the quiet plethora of colour. The silence. The absence of responsibility.

Watching the dawn break over the horizon is easy, it’s beautiful; makes you want to swallow the world whole.

You think of Jason and how sometimes, when you really make him smile, you get the same endless feeling in your chest.

“I don’t remember you being here when I went to bed.” Jason rumbles as soon as he spots you standing by the window, voice thick and lazy with sleep. He rubs a hand through his hair, confusion thumbing gently against the tired lines of his face. “More importantly, I can’t remember the last time you were up this early. Everything okay? Do you need me to beat someone up for you?”

Your smile is automatic, reflective.

“I don’t need you to beat anyone up for me. I can do it myself.” Jason wanders forwards, steps eerily silent, and grabs you from behind, tucks you soft and warm against his chest. His fingers interlock against your stomach, trapping you in place, and you tip your head back to look at him.

Jason meets your gaze and doesn’t let go. It’s almost unnerving having his undivided attention. You find that you’re suddenly unsure.

It feels like the ground is shifting under your feet, feels like a fracture, a planetary faultline; like if you take one wrong step the floor will simply open right up, leave you falling into a hole with no bottom.

The look on his face is sleepy and thoughtful, you see him swallow.

“Just because you can, doesn’t mean you have to.” Jason says after a careful silence. Pressing his mouth to the crown of your head he mumbles into your hair, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you safe.”

Your heart swells in your chest and you think of how goddamn lucky you are to have him as your best friend.

“Oh good.” You sigh, relieved. “Because the real reason I’m here is because there’s this spider in my apartment and I think it wants to kill me.”

Jason laughs softly against the top of your head and then ducks down to tuck his face into the crook of your neck, “I’ll get my gun.”

“Breakfast first?” You choke, shivering at the feel of his lips so close to your pulse point.

“You just want free food from me don’t you?” Jason grins, teeth scraping the thin, sensitive skin under your ear. Your stomach flips, excitement snaking thick down your spine. Part of you thinks he knows exactly what he’s doing, and thinks he’s doing it on purpose.

“Well,” You admit, “I do love your cooking.”

Shuffling out of his hold when the sensation of his mouth against your neck becomes unbearable, you turn and finally settle your attention firmly on the chaotic mess of Jason’s hair. Strands stick up at odd angles from where he’s slept, soft curls knotted together on the side of his head above his ear. He looks dishevelled.

He looks unbearably domestic.

You feel suddenly fond, maybe even warm. But not in the same way you get when he sends you a video, or a photo. It’s different. It’s softer. Almost like stumbling into a patch of warm sun when you’re just starting to feel cold.

Unexpected. Comforting.

Jason yawns and stretches his arms above his head. The thick curve of his biceps catch your eye and you’re reminded of his strength, of how utterly big he is.

The sleeves of his t-shirt pull tight over the muscle and there’s something almost unhinged tugging at your ribs, wanting you desperately to sink your teeth into him.

A relieved little groan slips out of his pretty mouth when his shoulder cracks and you respond with an almost silent whine.

Glancing down you watch as his shirt starts to ride up, exposing a thin strip of warm skin. The sight of his tummy makes you lightheaded, makes you press your tongue to the backs of your teeth.

Dragging the tips of your fingers over his exposed stomach Jason sucks in a sharp breath. It’s almost like a flinch with the way his entire abdomen tightens up, muscles preparing for a hit you would never land.

It reminds you that not everyone touches him with the intent of gentle, almost innocent exploration. Even worse: it reminds you that the action is so well ingrained in his head that he’s been hit there more than once; that he’s been hit enough that every touch there is expected to bring pain.

It fills you with a quiet sort of hurt.

It’s the same hurt you get when you catch sight of bruises scattering dark and heavy over his skin. When you see his knuckles swollen and discoloured. When you watch him move out of the corner of your eye and see him wince because he’s pulled at a still healing wound.

Endless. Agonising.

The pads of your fingers sweep slowly against his skin, tracing the dips and grooves of his navel. You brush lightly over multiple thick, angry lines of raised scar tissue and Jason makes a small, desperate noise in the back of his throat—the healed skin horribly sensitive—and you can’t ignore the way you ache between your legs.

There’s the slightest brush of his happy trail against the pad of your pointer finger and you follow it down until you meet the elastic of his sweatpants. Tucking your finger just underneath the waistband Jason’s abdomen flexes and he quickly clears his throat, making you look up.

His cheeks are flushed.

You realise a little too late that he’s not wearing anything underneath his sweats.

“Can I put my arms down now?”

“Only if you make me waffles.” You reply, removing your palm from his tummy. “And let me use your shower. And also maybe take a little nap with me.”

Jason sniggers, amused. “Anything else?”

Your eyes slant to his mouth.

You think of the nights spent having his head in your lap. Fighting over who gets the last bite of food. Playing hide and seek in the middle of the supermarket because it makes him laugh. You think of the silly way you send each other stupid selfies. The way he plays pranks on you when he’s bored.

You think of how when he’s hurt and bleeding out somewhere in Gotham he calls you, says your name in that quiet, revenant way he does when he’s scared; almost like calling your name will save him.

It would be so easy.

“Uhh–no, that’s it.” You manage to get out, voice thick, distracted. “But I'll let you know if I think of anything else.”

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fanfic #jason todd fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #ella writes #asks #answered #croimilis #💕💕#I’ve got one more slightly smutty part planned #then there’s going to angst and feelings and action and aaaaaa

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olive-fics · 7 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨-Harvest of Hearts-Abby Anderson Headcanons-୧ ⋆ ˚｡⋆

I'm sorry I can't help myself with October and my Abby Anderson head-canons tbh..hdsfkjhf

- Also this makes up for the fact I wont be doing KinkTober -`♡´-

-October held a special place in Abby's heart; it was her absolute favorite time of the year. She adored the crisp autumn air, the rich tapestry of colors that painted the landscape, and above all else, the enchanting magic of Halloween.

-Abby cherished the moments she spent with you, her girlfriend, in your shared love for autumn. Some of her most treasured activities with you included Pumpkin Patch Dates, Haunted House adventures, Apple Picking, cozy Movie Marathons, and dreamy nights of stargazing.

Pumpkin Patch Date: Abby would insist on an early start, knowing that the morning sun cast a warm, golden glow over the pumpkin patch. It was the best time to choose the healthiest and most vibrant pumpkins for carving.

-As you would wander through the pumpkin patch, she'd giggle affectionately when you picked out pumpkins with quirky shapes, unusual spots, or even ones with multicolored splotches.

-She'd suggest taking polaroid photos of each other holding the chosen pumpkins, capturing your smiles and the sunlight filtering through the leaves from the mostly barren trees.

Haunted Houses: Haunted houses held a special place in Abby's heart, and the anticipation built throughout the year was her favorite. It wasn't merely the chilling thrills or the eerie ambiance that drew her in; what excited her the most was seeing your scared face and when you clung onto her after someone in a cheesy mask jumped out at you two.

-To comfort you Abby would let you squeeze her hand and she would do the thing where she rubs her thumb over your fingers. Her touch was not just comforting but almost therapeutic, she made sure you were okay throughout the house with soft pecks and giggles.

-When startled by actors in costume, Abby wouldn't just scream, she'd also burst into laughter, turning the scares into a shared joke between you two.

Apple Picking: Abby fucking loves apples, there's no way. Abby's excitement for apple picking was contagious, and she wanted to ensure that your day in the orchard was nothing short of perfect. She'd insist on an early morning start, well before the orchard's gates opened to the public. It wasn't just about the freshness of the apples; it was about the serene ambiance of the early hours, the gentle sunlight filtering through the trees, and the crispness in the air that made it the ideal time for picking.

-Abby would gently coax you into parting your lips as she playfully stuffed the apple into your mouth making you share one with her, giggling.

-Abby paid close attention to your preferences, and if you had a specific type of apple you favored, she'd make it her mission to seek out and handpick only those varieties

Movie Marathons: Abby made sure to remember your preferences on scary movies so she could make a list to watch with you..

-The couch or bed would be adorned with a multitude of plush pillows and a couple of cozy blankets for you both to snuggle into. Abby had a way of making you feel at ease, she often became your preferred pillow since you got easily scared at these movies..

-Abby held you even closer, her arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders. She made sure to comfort you when you shook or gasped. Abby's grip would tighten briefly, as if to say, "I'm here", and "I've got you hon."

-If you fell asleep during the movies she wouldn't even be disappointed because she knew you were like this when all snuggled up and cozy..

Stargazing: Abby would lay out blankets on the grass, creating a cozy nest for both of you to snuggle into. The softness of the blankets and the warmth of her presence was all you needed.

Abby would hold you close kissing your forehead and whispering soft compliments and sighs.

Sometimes if it was damp out Abby would set up blankets and pillows just like she would in the fields and do it in the 'bed' of her pickup truck..

Okay this was really lazy, I have a headache and I need to write smth about mechanic Ellie (?)

I love Abby and October so I needed to write my fav head-cannons.. There's probably a bunch of spelling errors but..whateverr...

Okay bye bye!! -`♡´-

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gloryy-vs · 1 year

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Huntress’ Call

chapter 6 : reconciliation

prompt: you’re an aggressive warrior, praised by the clan and close to the sully family. neteyam caught your eye but you’re convinced you’ll never be as mighty or honorable as he is. you also caught neteyams eye but he assumes he will never be as truly dedicated to the warrior life as you are. ao’nung slowly begins to fall for you, and you return the feeling. but you know that things between you and neteyam are not so simple as done.

ratings: sfw, violence, war, angsty, enemies to friends to lovers, warrior, aggression

characters: Neteyam x na’vi! reader, Ao’nung x na’vi! reader

You woke up to a gentle shaking, and the clacking of what sounded like beads. The light that poured in through the cracks of the Marui hit and littered the small area with sun patch and casted shadows. You sat up, shielding your eyes from the sunlight.

“I’m up, you can quit it-“ You said to whoever it was that felt determined to awake you. Then you heard his familiar voice.

“It is time to train. We must go.” Neteyam said, just as your eyesight adjusted and you could see him towering over you in your hammock.

Your heart sunk, remembering the conversation you had with Ao’nung last night. Turning to face him fully, he stifled a laugh.

“Looks like you had a night.” Neteyam said softly, patting down your unruly and probably knotted curls.

You subconsciously tried to soothe your hair down, embarrassed that he saw you like a mess. His face expressed his confusion, or at least displayed he was lost in a thought. Wanting to say something, but not able to find the words.

“I heard your conversation with Ao’nung last night. I saw…heard everything.” Neteyam said, hesitating before he sat in the hammock next to you.

“Neteyam, it was unexpected and-“ You stopped as you saw his mouth open.

“It’s okay.” He said.

You were embarrassed. If he had truly heard everything from last night, then he must’ve heard you confess your feelings for both boys. Your breath was shaky, halting when you felt his eyes on you like usual.

“But I won’t let him take you from me.” He said sternly. You whipped your head towards him.

“I thought you hated me.” You said, a confused look plastered all over your expressive azure face.

Neteyam grimaced, “Not hate. No. Never.” Pausing to hold onto your knee, “I cant,” He stopped again.

It seemed like the right words were already lined up, but he just couldn’t bring himself to express himself fully. You didn’t blame him. Being the oldest in such an important family, it was your job to keep everyone else in check. You pitied him, wishing you could crawl into his head and rip out that responsibility.

“Tell me, Ma’Teyam. What is it?” You prodded, resting your own warm hand on top of his.

“I know you’re a strong warrior, but it isn’t you. Seeing you morph into someone who I didn’t grow up with. It was like a competition on who could outcast themself more in the relationship.” He explained, eyes searching your face for a reaction.

“I felt the same. We spent every second together, and ever since you reached adulthood, the distance was killing me. You changed too.” You gripped onto his hand, and he returned the motion.

“It wasn’t easy for either of us. The war, my family, your feelings, the burdens.” He grimaced just thinking about everything and how it led them to this moment on foreign soil.

“We need to start this over.” You said. “Understand each other once again. I want to do this with you.” Happy that you were able to have a heart to heart, your mind wandered to Ao’nung, knowing the love for him wasn’t just a fleeting feeling. It was a love formed from loneliness, a deep comfort for your heart. It almost made you feel guilty.

Your heart snd brain were at wits end with your soul. Pulling you Neteyam, then to Ao’nung, then back to Neteyam. You couldn’t understand what you wanted anymore. Neteyam stared at you for what seemed like forever, his eyes going from your eyes to your lips. They remained there for a few moments. You noticed the way his lips quirked upwards and how it seemed like he was holding himself back. You knew what he wanted, but you refused to initiate it first. If he wanted it, he could get it.

He didn’t. Neteyam licked his lips quickly, backing away from you and getting up. His broad shoulders tensed up as he rolled them forwards to relieve the tension built up.

“Let’s go.” Neteyam said, grabbing your four fingered hand and subconsciously rubbing soft circles over your knuckles as he basically forced you to get up and out of the Marui.

You didn’t even have time to protest, you didn’t eat yet, or fix your hair properly before you were yanked out by the male. It’s like he read your mind, and you noticed how the direction you were being pulled in wasn’t the shore you two were on yesterday, but instead it was to his own Marui, the smell of smoking fish slapping you in the face. Your eyes dance diver his frame for any answer.

“I didn’t get time to eat either, sit down.” He commanded.

You quickly obliged, slapping yourself down with your legs bent and crossed. You watched his movements, the way his veiny arms removed the pieces of fish and placed them on a thick leaf for you, then decorating it with various fruits and a thick paste for dipping. Neteyam handed you the leaf, a small smile on his face. You took it, your fingertips gently grazing over his knuckles.

Your body reacted to the subtle touch with a smile, the apples of your cheeks aching from how easily flustered it had you. You further tore the fish, dipping it in the thicker sauce he mad for you. You hesitantly placed it in your mouth, having never eaten something like this. Your eyes widened at the combination of flavors, falling in love with it.

“Did you make this all yourself?” You questioned, covering your mouth as you spoke to him.

Neteyam gave you a cocky smile, “Go on, who’s the best cook?” He said, referring to when you two were younger.

You used to make mud pies together. Neteyams always looked so realistic and actually appealing, while yours was just mud slapped onto a leaf with a stick for decoration.

You snorted, laughing like you always would when you both were younger and inseparable. It was one only he got to hear. “Oh shut up! I didn’t think you’d take those games seriously!”

He paused his chewing, another smirk crawling on his face. “Had to, I was in it to win it, yawne.”

You halted your movements, hearing the pet name he had called you. Yawne. Beloved. You hadn’t heard Neteyam call you that in years. It made your heart beat faster, butterflies settling in your stomach. You were ecstatic to have his loving behavior towards you return. It had been so long since you felt this connected with him.

Small, all over the place conversations were dated between you two as you ate. Not paying attention to anything else but yourselves and the food that was prepared. Both of you relished in catching up with each other, a warming feeling. Similar to comfort, but with deeper love.

tags 🏷️: @mayhemories

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gaia-bb · 7 months

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werewolf!eren x black reader

↺ warnings: none :) ↺ drabble. this is hella indulgent idc i NEEDED to see more werewolf eren content so i took matters into my own hands >:)

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werewolf!eren who lives inside a cabin, smack in the forest thats right next to your little village, a small, close-knit community that prefers to live in harmony with nature than to conquer it to build concrete skyscrapers

werewolf!eren who is like a great myth to those who in live in your village. every child has heard his tale by the time they reach 5. no one has seem him in years, but the knowledge of his whereabouts looms like a word about to be spoken. he is both revered and feared.

werewolf!eren who doesn't like humans, like at all. he hates living anywhere in close proximity to them, but his home is all he has left of his mother. so he's made a pact with the village leaders: as long as no human crosses into his part of the forest, there won't be a problem

werewolf!eren who, while going out for a hunt one day, sees a human in his part of the forest. cream-colored frills, and lightweight fabric billow over the grass as you walk. smooth, dark arms glow in the sunlight as you bend down to pluck various flowers, placing them into a woven basket on the ground next to you. his ears perk up at the sounds of soft humming drifting in the breeze. he can't help but feel disgust flooding his chest.

werewolf!eren who appears suddenly in his human form - warns this entitled human with a growl. "get out of my forest and get out now". dirt smears on your dress as you scramble suddenly. warm, deep brown eyes flit around his frame hurriedly. you take him in, his rough, ragged appearance, wild brown hair and fierce eyes. werewolf!eren who, when greeted by a pleading, stumbling apology, starts to inspect the young girl more closely in turn. green eyes roam over hair that is neatly tucked away in fluffy rows on your scalp, nimble hands are gripping the woven basket deathly tight, and those eyes. those brown eyes of yours. they hold nothing but awe and regret.

werewolf!eren who is decreasingly miffed at this girl's presence, asks you what you're doing in his forest. a soft, shaky voice reaches his ears, and messy, unorganized explanations about "missing the scent markings" and "needing poppies for a hat i'm weaving" are given.

werewolf!eren, who is now hesitant to be appreciative of your earnest, is caught off guard at the request for his name. no one has asked him anything about himself or cared to see him other than a monster. it doesn't seem right. this encounter is taking too long.

werewolf!eren, who isn't fooled by your tricks, tells you to get out of his sight. if you think that you can sway him with a quiet demeanor and innocent act, then you're not very clever. he's lived a long life and knows all too well about the cunning ways of your kind.

werewolf!eren is once again responded to with an apology, and this time, a promise: that it will never happen again. you bid him goodbye, thank him for sparing you, and rush back along the dirt pathway, taking a quick glance back at him before disappearing between the bushes and branches.

werewolf!eren, can't seem to shake the encounter he had with that girl. days later, he is....looking for you. he still remembers the song he heard when he saw you. he frequents that spot, by the cluster of poppies, near the dirt pathway.

werewolf!eren who, while hunting one day, is engulfed by nostalgia as a new, fresh wave of your scent floods his nose. he runs to the spot where you two first met. he sees a patch of new, neatly planted poppy seeds in the spot you had plucked.

werewolf!eren can't help but smile at the quiet gesture. maybe you had some manners after all.

werewolf!eren who decides that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't mind if that odd stranger wandered back into his part of the forest again. perhaps he had some extra poppies he could give you for your hat.

#eren x reader #eren jaeger #eren smut #eren yeager #aot smut #werewolf eren #eren jaeger smut #eren x black y/n #eren headcanons #eren jaeger x reader #eren aot #aot #snk

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mylostloversbookmarks · 1 year

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Take This Moment

Characters - Joel Miller x Reader, Ellie Williams

Summary - You, Joel and Ellie have been on the road to Jackson for weeks. While hiking through a forest you come across a little slice of heaven. The three of you take the day to enjoy the little things in life.

Word Count - 1.8K

Warnings/Tags - 18+ only Minors dni. Soft!Joel, fluff. Post-Outbreak.

A/N - I took a walk in my local forest park last weekend and I could not get this idea out of my scone, I wrote this in about 2 hours so I hope you all like it lol.

Reblogs, comments and feedback are always appreciated!

Divider credit to @saradika

You, Joel, and Ellie had been hiking for hours, doing your best to make it through the densest parts of the forest before losing the light and having to start setting up camp for the evening.

As you trudged along listening to Ellie's endless attempts to make Joel laugh with her awful book of puns. She got him a few times, watching him turn his head the other way, trying to hide his smirk.

Over the last few weeks, you have noticed Joel slowly opening up. He's becoming softer with you both, and the thought sent warmth radiating through your chest.

You tried your best to push your feelings for him to the very recesses of your mind, but somehow they always ended up front and centre when you saw him like this.

It was not exactly what you would call relaxed, but it was as close as he could afford to be given your current circumstances.

As the three of you make your way into a clearing, you and Ellie wander around the small section of forest that isn't completely dominated by trees, always staying within Joel's eyeline as instructed and taking in the scene before you.

You stand in the middle of a lush forest, surrounded by towering trees that seem to stretch endlessly towards the sky. Bright sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor.

The air around you is warm and fresh, with a gentle breeze rustling the leaves and carrying the scents of pine and earth.

As you look around, you see a carpet of moss and ferns covering the ground, patterned by patches of wildflowers in varying shades of pink, purple, and yellow.

Birds sing sweetly in the distance, while the occasional rustle of leaves betrays the presence of small animals scurrying about their business.

This puts you slightly on edge, but you know that you are too far out for even stray infected to find you here, and you find yourself wishing you could stay in this quiet, secluded place forever.

Though you knew that wasn't possible, with supplies as hard to come by as they are in this hellish world, they are even harder to find in the middle of nowhere with nothing around you for miles.

As you continue to explore the clearing, you notice Joel watching you from a distance. His gaze lingers on you, and you can feel the heat of his stare setting fire to your skin.

Despite your efforts to keep your feelings for him at bay, you can't help but feel a surge of desire wash over you. You catch his eye, and he gives you a small, lopsided smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Feeling a flutter in your stomach at the sight of him with all his broad shoulders, strong arms, and veined hands that are resting on his hips. You smile back at him, a deep blush creeping across your cheeks.

Ellie's laughter draws your attention, and you turn to see her skipping through a patch of wildflowers, her arms outstretched like the wings of a butterfly. You can't help but feel a twinge of envy at her carefree attitude.

You long for the days when the world was a simpler place and you didn't have to constantly worry about not only your own survival but also that of Joel and Ellie, which you realise is now more important to you than your own.

When you look back at Joel, you see that he is watching her too, locked in a trance with a gleam in his eye you have never seen before, and you feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for his presence in your life.

He has become more than just a partner in survival; he has become a friend and your confidant, and you hoped maybe something more, but that was just a fantasy.

You explore the area surrounding the small clearing and hear a stream babbling somewhere nearby. You glance behind you and see Joel kneeling beside Ellie, teaching her the basics of how to track an animal, showing her the small hoof tracks left in the bracken by their feet.

"I'm just going to scout out this side; I'll shout if I need you, okay?" You call to Joel over your shoulder, hoping he's distracted enough with Ellie to let you out of his sight.

"Okay, but don't go too far. If you hear or see anything, you keep low, keep quiet, and you make it back to us, you hear me?" He instructs you, his voice low and serious; are you imagining the double meaning behind the 'us'? Had he wanted to say, 'Make it back to me'?

You nod your head solemnly at the man whose eyes are currently boring into your soul. Emploring you to be safe, you turn and head towards the sound that promises fresh drinking water.

As you wander further through the forest and come to a break in the treeline, you stop dead in your tracks.

You're glad that Ellie can't see you; you know she would burst into a fit of laughter if she could see your face, eyes wide and mouth hanging open in a comical 'O' in surprise.

Your brain isn't processing what your eyes are seeing. You blink rapidly to ensure you weren't imagining things from dehydration.

What lay just a few feet before you was not the small stream you were expecting; instead, what lay before you was a river—a large, crystal-clear river.

The water sparkles in the sunlight, and you can see schools of fish darting through the currents. The river looks so inviting, and you can't resist the urge to take a closer look.

You carefully make your way to the edge of the riverbank, marvelling at its sheer size and power. Dipping your fingers in the cool, fresh water, feeling it rush over your heated skin.

For a moment, you forget the current state of the world and just enjoy the simple beauty of nature. You close your eyes and let the sound and feeling wash over you.

You feel a sense of peace that you haven't felt since the world fell to its knees. As you sit by the river, your hand traces patterns on the surface, lost in your thoughts as Joel and Ellie approach behind you.

You don't bother to turn around; you have become well accustomed to the sound of his heavy footsteps.

"You've been gone for a while, and Joel started to get worried, so we came looking for you," Ellie murmured, almost in apology.

"Ellie" Joel sighs out her name in exasperation as if she has just blown his cover.

"What?!" She began. "You were all like." Ellie clears her throat, takes a deep breath and drops her voice a few octaves in order to mock Joel's deep, gravelly tones:

"No, she's been gone too long. Something must have happened. I need to find her." She rolled her eyes at him, shrugging her shoulders as she looked at you for help.

"I appreciate your concern. Joel, really, I do, but look at this," you say, beaming at him and gesturing towards the river. "It's incredible" you breathe.

Joel looks at you, his expression softening. "Yeah, it is," he whispers, his voice full of wonder as he takes in the sight of you.

Ellie is splashing around in the shallow water near the riverbank, her laughter once again filling the air. You decide to throw caution to the wind and join her.

Dropping your pack and toeing your boots off as you wade into the water after her, Joel watches on from the safety and dryness of the shore, chuckling openly as he watches you flicking water frantically in Ellie's direction.

He watches you both enjoying yourselves in the late afternoon heat as he sits on the edge of the river. Admiring how the water slicks your hair back out of your face and how it leaves your skin shiny and gleaming in the sunlight.

He tries to be subtle about it, glancing away quickly when he thinks you are going to look in his direction and stealing glances at you when your attention is focused on Ellie.

You tried to get him to join you both on multiple occasions; he declined, claiming that "one of us has to be the adult." Your response to that was to childishly splash water in his direction.

Making him turn his head and throw his hands up, hiding his laughter, but despite his efforts, you could see the dimple on his right cheek and his broad shoulders shaking up and down.

You catch his eye, and he looks away quickly, as if he's been caught doing something he shouldn't be doing.

And you can't quell the flutter in your chest at the sight of him watching you. His eyes seem to linger on you longer than usual, and you can't help but wonder what he's thinking.

You wade towards the shore, ready to join him on the bank. But before you can reach him, he steps forward, leans over and playfully shoves you back into the water.

You gasp as the cool water envelops you completely; you're unable to hold back your laughter as you resurface, looking up at Joel with a playful smirk stretching across your dripping face.

He chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners in the way that makes your heart skip a beat, as he takes you in.

"Sorry about that Darlin, I couldn't help myself," he laughs low in his chest, holding a hand out to help you back onto the shore.

You take his hand, feeling a jolt of electricity as your skin touches his. A rush of excitement courses through you at the proximity of your body so close to his, feeling your cheeks flush with colour.

As you stand up, you're very aware of how your wet clothes cling to your body, and you feel Joel's eyes on you once again. You turn to face him, feeling a little self-conscious under his gaze.

To your surprise, his expression is soft and heated, and you can tell he's admiring you. A thrill of pleasure races through you at the look on his face, and you can't stop the smile that curls your lips upwards.

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, gazing at each other in the golden sunlight that streaked through the breaks in the canopy above your heads.

The sound of the river and Ellie's laughter fills the air, and you all lose yourselves in this little haven the three of you have created.

Feeling a sense of warmth radiating through your chest and squeezing at your heart for what felt like the millionth time today as you look into Joel's eyes.

You know you will never forget this moment. Enjoying the simple pleasure of being alive, surrounded by nature and the two people you care about most, fills your heart to capacity.

Knowing now that when things get rough, you will have this memory to think back on, things don't seem so unbearable after all.

#joel miller x reader #Joel x reader #joel x female reader #joel x f!reader #joel x afab reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #ellie williams #joel miller the last of us #tlou fic #pedro pascal characters #joel miller pedro pascal #joel miller hbo #ellie williams hbo

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charliemwrites · 6 months

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how do you think the keepers of 141 would be w/ insomniac / dsps pets?

DSPS = fancy medical way of saying nocturnal

broight to you by the fact i havent slept at all since 6-10 pm yestersay pls end my life

like poor guy is just, unable to settle down for the life of him. tried music, meditation, weighted blankets, everything, and he still just can't fall asleep so he gets up and starts wandering around. maybe he starts watching tv or a movie, maybe he makes a snack and reads, maybe he decides that now is the perfect time to do some time consuming task or clean every single inch of the house.

keeper wakes up to the sound of the pet accidentally knocking something to the ground, sees pet is gone, and freaks out. goes to living room and its just them staring at each other while the pet eats shredded cheese over the sink (straight from the bag).

on the other hand, the daytime eepiness.

it's barely twelve and poor thing can't keep his eyes open, falling asleep mid conversation, yawning with every word, seeming really distracted. he falls asleep mid - bath which is dangerous but he was just so warm and comfy! ): he can't help taking like fourteen million 10 minute naps per day. he's wandering around still in his jam jams and looks like he literally is asleep on his feet. eepy boy (:

Spiders. Hey spiders? Spiders, darling, I’m concerned. I have mild insomnia that’s managed with meds but oh my god??? And you ask me about water??? Jail for spiders.

Anyway… a good ask.

This fits feral incredibly well. If it’s not canon that Simon is an insomniac for various reasons, it should be. So those two would be up doing chaotic shit together. Like, yes, feral is eating cheese straight from the bag, but Simon is brewing the strongest coffee in this hemisphere and they’re both chatting like it’s a weekend morning. I can see them getting lots of nap times together throughout the day. Ive said before (or at least agreed) that feral is cat-coded so this daytime napping business fits perfectly for him.

Johnny would be a menace, cooing over Shy Thing and trying to get him back into bed. Shy thing would go, wait until he’s snoring, and then creep out again to continue what he was doing. He’s less midnight cheese coded and more starting a lengthy project coded. Like, his whole bedroom needs rearranging, or the bookshelf needs to be reorganized - at 2am. But oh, Johnny would coo over his eepy boy. Dress him up in Johnny’s clothes and watch him shuffle around in too long sleeves, yawning if he sits down for too long, slumping into his shoulder in a nice patch of sunlight.

Good Boy spends all day napping on or against Price. His lap is his favorite spot, but he’ll settle for tucking up against his back too. Price tuts that he needs to stay awake, but poor baby boy just can’t. Price would also try to ~tire~ him out before bed. And while that may put him down for a three hour snooze, Good Boy will be creeping out of bed to watch old cartoons and sew/knit/crochet. Price usually wakes, scoops him up, and sets him in bed with headphones and a tablet.

#asks #thoughts™️#keeper/kept au #cod #keeper ghost #keeper johnny #keeper price

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flamboyantly-incompetent · 1 year

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OoTP, Chapter 1 - A Hesitant Offer

Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: none?

Masterlist

Word Count: 1948

Note: Welcome to the first chapter of my Draco x Reader series! Starts in Order of the Phoenix at the beginning of school term.

Ever since arriving at Hogwarts in your first year, you've had to come to terms with your nigh nonexistent sense of direction. That, coupled with the changing staircases, and Peeves' unfortunate habit of blocking several corridors with a single tantrum, meant that most days you had to leave the Hufflepuff common room at least twenty minutes before anyone else did.

This morning was no different. As you shouldererd your bag and climbed out of the round door, beginning your journey to Herbology 5, your friends waved at you from their cozy seats by the fire. They all had this period free, and had offered to walk you to the greenhouse several times, but in all truth you didn't mind wandering the castle halls before other students were about to disturb them. You liked meeting new paintings and ghosts, some more forthcoming than others, and some willing to give you directions. Early last year, the Fat Friar had personally shown you to your first Divination lesson.

September was quite nippy in the Scottish Highlands, but the castle was kept warm by strategically placed fire places, and the greenhouses varied on the climates of the plants within. The walk between the castle and the greenhouses, however, was a wind tunnel to be feared all year round.

In a stroke of good luck, you found your way on the first try, and the vegetable patches were in sight long before any other students. The sunlight was pleasant in that early morning way, and the wind was as brutal as ever. You pulled your robes tighter around yourself. As you passed, you peered across the way to note how the courgettes were doing - there were several that looked ready to harvest. The image of steaming courgette and tomato gratin filled your mind, and you smiled wistfully. Then, your stomach rumbled and you could only think of regretting skipping breakfast.

Voices in a tense discussion bled out from greenhouse 5, and you grimaced. It sounded like Professor Sprout was talking to a fifth year about their O.W.L.s.

"I am sorry," Professor Sprout said, though her tone suggested she was not sorry at all, "that you are displeased with your marks. However, I stand by them, and will not be grading anything on a 'curve' this year."

The frustrated student replied, "I didn't know you could get a T! What does that even mean?"

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, a T stands for 'Troll.' It means a troll could've written your essay." You tried to stifle a snort of laughter. Which essay was she talking about? Surely not the essay on self-fertalizing shrubs - that one had taken you two reference books and a single hour to complete. Granted, you'd only received an E, but your parchment was a quarter inch too short.

You stopped by the greenhouse door, wondering if you should interrupt their discussion, or if somehow listening in was better.

"That's insulting!" Malfoy said, "They're bushes that consume their own shit - what more is their to say?"

"Five points from Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy. I expect more from my O.W.L. students." There was some silence. You took this opportunity to enter the room. Professor Sprout smiled at you; you smiled back awkwardly, and put your things down in an effort to avoid eye contact with Malfoy and prepare for the lesson. Professor Sprout continued, more quietly but you could still hear, "As it is still early in the term, I will accept a rewritten assignment due in one week. And I highly recommend you find yourself a tutor. As I'm sure you've guessed, I only accept students with passing marks into Advanced Herbology."

Behind you, a few other students, Ravenclaws, shuffled in also trying not to eavesdrop.

Malfoy huffed away from Professor Sprout and stomped up to some other Slytherins, arms crossed and muttering. "Tutor," he spat. They looked at him quizzically. "Just wait until my father hears about this."

Ah, now you recognized him.

Professor Sprout cleared her throat from the back of the greenhouse and the class quieted, Malfoy still glowering by the door. "Today, we'll be attempting to produce high quality smoke from the fire breathing snapdragons you've been attending to. Go on, fetch your plants. Excellent. Now, the key to a good smoke is a high soil pH, and immediate watering after a bout of fire breath. There are a number of ways to do this, so have fun and try your best. Professor Snape has requested whatever we harvest today be added to the potions' store room, so capture the smoke in these." She gestured to a collection of glass bottles with marble stoppers to her left, then shooed you all to begin your work.

From your bag, you produced the pestle and mortar your mum had sent you for Christmas first year, and set it next to your snapdragons. They were glowing softly, the red flowers pulsating with a white light. There was a canister of chunk limestone in the corner; you waited patiently while a Ravenclaw student poked through it, presumably looking for a piece the right size. Across the room, Malfoy looked lost, and so did his friends. You tried to ignore it.

You plopped a reasonable hunk of limestone into the mortar and began to grind it into as fine a powder as you could muster. Then, you sprinkled the powder around the base of the plant, working it into the the soil gently with a trowel, and took out your wand - 10 and 3/4 inches of chestnut with a unicorn hair core, quite bendy. Limestone generally raised soil pH slowly, so you'd have to help it along.

You drew a circle clockwise with your wand and whispered, "Longius ire." The snapdragons responded well, the tips of the outer petals now a stable purple.

"Aguamenti," you said, wand tapping a watering can. Nothing happened. You frowned and said again, more forcefully, "Aguamenti!" A small, pitiful stream, a few drops really, fell from your wand onto the thin metal. Sighing, you carried the empty can to the hand-cranked water pump outside. As you passed, you glanced at Malfoy's plant. The tips of his flowers had turned a sick green color.

You returned to your snapdragons with a full watering can and a glass bottle. You prodded a couple flowers with your wand, the white glow they gave off turning yellow, then orange, until finally they ignited into tiny bursts of flame. The moment the last flower died out, you doused the whole thing with water, and gathered the plum-colored smoke into the bottle by swirling it with your wand. The snapdragon shook off the excess droplets grumpily, and you put the marble stopper back in the bottle and looked around.

A fair few other students had successfully bottled the smoke, and most looked to be the right color. You labeled the bottle "Y/L/N" and stood to turn it in.

Then you smelled something horribly acrid. It was Malfoy's plant. He'd succeeded in coaxing the flowers to produce flame, but the smoke was all wrong. You coughed and covered your nose with the sleeve of your robes, as did most people around him.

"Stupid bloody plant," he muttered.

By the end of class, you'd produced another bottle of smoke, and continued to watch Malfoy struggle pitifully. The glass of the greenhouse shuddered as the bell tolled in the distance, and in unison the class stood up and began filing out of the room. You threw a look behind you. Malfoy was shooing the other Slytherins away, holding a bag of something or other.

Before you really knew what you were doing, you'd weaved through Malfoy's gruff looking friends and approached him, asking, "What's that?"

He turned and scowled at you. "Why?" But you could clearly see the label. Leaf mold.

"It just seems like you could use some help. Did you know that leaf mold makes soil more acidic?"

"That's why I'm using it, to raise the pH. Duh."

You sputtered, "N-no, acidic is low - a high pH is alkaline."

"Oh." Malfoy looked down for a moment, then knit his brows together and said, "Well it's stupid-"

"Look, you need a tutor and I'm offering. What'd'ya say?"

He looked you up and down appraisingly, and you regretted offering your help with every passing second. "Why?"

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"Why do you want to help me? What do you want?"

"OK, I definitely don't know what you mean. We can meet Saturday? I can help you rewrite your essay that I... overheard you... and Professor Sprout talking about." He opened his mouth to speak, looking even more affronted. "Just meet me here Saturday morning after breakfast. These are all open to Hufflepuffs on weekends."

Seemingly forgetting whatever he'd wanted to say a moment ago, he said, "I thought this was a Slytherin - Ravenclaw class."

"Oh. I'm a fourth year. This was the only Herbology five that fit into my schedule. I'm sorry, I've gotta go - double Potions - we have a deal?"

Malfoy glanced around at the empty greenhouse. "I don't even know who you-"

"Y/N." You edged out the door. You really did have to run, quite literally if this conversation didn't wrap up soon. "See you Saturday!"

Thanks to another broad stroke of luck, you ran into your friends on the way to your shared Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff double potions class, and made it with minutes to spare. After the lesson, you decided to swing by Professor Sprout's office to, hopefully, get some guidance for tutoring for an O.W.L. you hadn't even thought to worry about yet.

Like Hagrid, your head of house had her own private garden, though it was a series of rooftop patches that grew a variety of rare and occasionally dangerous plants. Not a pumpkin in sight. This year, there was a newly installed aquaponics tank growing a mass of thriving, slithering and hissing venomous snake plants. You gave them a wide berth as you crossed the garden to the office door and knocked.

"Come in!" rang a warm voice from inside. Professor Sprout smiled warmly at you from her desk when you opened the door to her small office. "Hello, dear. Have a seat. What can I help you with?"

Inside, the office was overfull of house plants, none of which were practical in any sense, but they were clearly cared for with love. You dodged an enchanted watering can and sat down. "Well, I just wanted to let you know that I've offered some tutoring to Draco Malfoy. And I was wondering if you had a list or something of the things the O.W.L.s should cover?"

She clapped her hands together, clearly pleased. "Excellent. I was hoping someone would take pity on him. I have some notes around here somewhere. One moment." She began rifling around in her desk drawers and continued, "Not a helpless case, that boy, I suspect he just needs a bit more attention than I can afford to pay him. It doesn't help of course that the gentle study of magical flora is often written off as a lesser one. Aha! Here it is. I expect you've seen most of these, but let me know if you need anything once you get going." She handed you a list of scribbled plant names entitled 4 OWLS. She was right - your mum grew most of these for her shop. This should be a cinch.

"Thanks, Professor."

"Of course, Miss Y/L/N. Was there anything else?"

A slow, giddy smile grew on your lips. "I wondered if you could show me the new aquaponics setup?"

She grinned. "Come with me."

#draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco x hufflepuff!reader #slow burn #harry potter

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melusine0811 · 9 months

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I wrote this after I saw @sangoundercover 's gorgeous illustration last week HERE (NSFW) and my brain shorted out so I had to pause my huge multichapter fic to spin out this little oneshot.

Read it on Ao3 here.

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A stray patch of sunlight is what rouses her ultimately, this morning.

One single, wayward fleck of the aurora piercing through the cavern— and of course directly on Seyka’s eyelid.

She pulls in breath slowly, grasping at it, welcoming it with open lungs, and the same thing that happens every morning occurs— her senses become full of Aloy. Not a bad way to wake up, if she says so herself.

Right about this time of the day is when she remembers how lucky she is. Lucky to lay here, reveling in the warm press of her body, lucky by the way she must have automatically sought refuge in Aloy’s arms sometime in the night— lying half on top of her, with her ear pressed to her chest, lulled in sleep by the steady cadence of her heartbeat.

She listens to the throb of that heart, as she often does. It’s sure, steadfast, and never fails her. She knows it will be there just as she knows the sun will rise— every day, always, her own personal chronometric bulwark. Aloy’s soft fingers are threaded in Seyka’s loose hair, and she can feel her breath on her forehead, her lips pressed to her hairline.

This is her favorite way to sleep, undoubtedly, even as Aloy remains pretty much dead to the world, snoring lightly in the midst of all this.

Seyka smiles, squeezing Aloy’s body tighter, just laying there, blinking slowly like a sleepy fox. Breathing along with her, synchronized. There is a deep peace, a quiet energy this morning and the snap of slightly chilly early-autumn air is a welcome rush to wake her senses.

She’s also reminded of the fact that the two of them had fallen asleep fully clothed, the majority of their armor still on last night after they’d spent the whole day hunting and gathering supplies they’d become low on. They’d found that they’d wandered too far from the Base to get back there after the sun had set, and they were exhausted, so Aloy had suggested this little cave she recalled from another time she had passed through. They both felt much more at ease sleeping in the wilds, anyway, unsure how the Old Ones could stand being indoors most of the time.

The cave faces East, with a beautiful little waterfall cascading in front of the entrance, emptying into a pool under a considerable rock overhang, vines dangling from either side of the waterfall. The light coming through the water and between the leaves is like something from out of a dream, and creates the perfect haven for rest.

Last night they’d fallen asleep almost as soon as their heads hit Seyka’s rolled-up cape they’d shared since they hadn’t brought a bedroll, curled into one another for warmth, if not for the reason that neither slept well these days without the other.

Seyka stretches, wiggling her toes and then all at once the soreness hits her. Her feet are still burning, and her arms and legs ache, and she has to muffle herself from whining in pain at the sensation. She decides that the hard, lumpy cave floor probably isn’t doing anything for her either.

She lifts her head again, looking up at a sleeping Aloy. Her chest is rising and falling with the hypnotic quiver of her breath, her eyelashes still. That little fleck of sunlight has slid up Aloy’s throat and is now on her cheek, illuminating her features like she’s something celestial. Seyka’s chest tightens, emotion stinging at the corners of her eyes, her insides liquifying. A frequent occurrence these days.

Just about the time she thinks she could not possibly contain any more love for this woman in the confines of her ribcage, she just falls in love with even more deeply, pulled in and held fast by her words, her tenacity, her resolve. Her selflessness and her passion.

And the way Aloy returns her love, like a tidal wave, crashing over her, and soaking into her skin from her head to her toes. No…like molten ore, flowing into the cracks of Seyka’s pain and fears, mending her back together with her mutual need for Seyka.

And the ways she expresses it, without even intending to, in all that she is and everything she does.

She’s made from flame, Aloy.

But Seyka has always been able to wield fire.

She decides ultimately to let Aloy sleep, and that it might be nice to go find some eggs and maybe some fish for breakfast, so she scoots up, kissing her softly on the cheek, whispering “I love you” over Aloy’s skin, and slowly rises, tiptoeing out past the waterfall and to the other side of the pool.

She is still dirty and sweaty from the grind last night, so she decides that a soak wouldn’t hurt her, so she strips down, removing her pants and undershorts, along with her shirt, sighing when the cool water hits her skin. She reaches over to her discarded belt piled with her other armor last night, and pulls out a small cake of soap from her pouch, and gets to work scrubbing herself down, rinsing her hair and body clean when she’s done, then sitting and drying herself on a rock as she combs out her hair. When she’s finished, she pulls her hair back up into a simple ponytail, securing it with a red ribbon.

She puts her chest wrap and soft linen shirt back on when she hears movement stirring from within the cave. A very drowsy-looking Aloy emerges, blinking in the sunlight, and Seyka smiles at her, saying nothing because she knows that it takes Aloy some time to process and even produce words just after waking up. Aloy joins her on the rock, immediately leaning into her, giving her sleepy kisses that don’t lack in intensity, both intaking air deeply just at the contact.

She’s pretty sure it will always be like this, and despite Aloy’s difficulty doing much other than bump into things when she first wakes up, the one thing she responds to is this.

Seyka kisses her several times, cradling her neck and the back of her head, slow, gentle. Letting gravity pull them in. Aloy kisses her back with a quiet intensity that causes goosebumps to break out across her skin that has nothing to do with the chilly water and the breeze.

Aloy backs away, looking at her.

“Hi,” she says, yawning and stretching. “I guess I better join the clean club. I am still gross.”

Seyka smiles.

“I don’t think you’re gross.”

“I’m still all sweaty and I have volatile sludge in my hair.”

“Okay, maybe a little gross.”

She kisses Aloy again, who then stands, stripping down, and she slides into the pool, slipping under the water, rising again, skin drenched and shining in the sunlight.

She catches Seyka staring, and asks “What?”

“You. You’re beautiful, that’s all. Every day I think to myself you couldn’t get more beautiful, but you continue to surprise me.”

Aloy still has trouble taking compliments, since she has never known how to process them and has spent her life unwanted by virtually everyone, so she deflects.

“Even though I’m the sludge monster?”

“Even though you’re the sludge monster.”

Seyka suddenly feels the urge to touch her, to care for her, so she tugs her arm, pulling her over and takes the soap, and starts scrubbing her hair while sitting on the ledge. There is a sharp grade and the knee-deep water plunges down to almost six feet within four strides.

It’s usually about this time that Aloy’s same instinct to care for her comes out, and then inevitably things…escalate. The embers of it are already blooming low in Seyka’s belly just being near her, touching her, seeing the curves and defined lines of the shape of her body.

Aloy scrubs down the rest of her body, then steps over into deeper water to rinse herself again, then returning to where it’s to her knees. Seyka steps down from the rock, joining her, and she pulls her into her arms, kissing her neck gently as Aloy quickly arranges her hair in her rows of twists and braids, then she frames Seyka’s face, kissing her back thoroughly, catching her mouth with her own like something magnetic. Seyka nothing short of melts into her touch as Aloy wraps herself around Seyka, probably getting her shirt wet, but Seyka doesn’t much care.

The heat is there immediately, and she’s shivering, sighing—a throb building in Seyka’s heart at the sound of Aloy’s breathy hum of pleasure as she draws her in more tightly, kissing her more deeply, tiny sounds emitting from the back of her throat. The embers start to burn hotter, as she slides her tongue along Aloy’s lip, and Aloy groans, now, pulling back but staying close and pressing her forehead to Seyka’s, needing a moment to just take her in, equalize her before she's overwhelmed with need.

Aloy is breathing in through her nose and squeezing her eyes shut, apparently overcome with emotion. She husks out "I love you," and then she places her hand on the back of Seyka’s head and kisses her again, in slow motion, with a raw passion that sizzles so hot, Seyka nearly can’t stay upright as she pulls images of the ways she wants to absorb her from the liminal edges of her imagination. Everything becomes touch, and ache, as their shadows merge on the backdrop of the rock wall.

Seyka’s stomach drops in desire as fire rages through her.

They press their bodies together, and the firm pressure of each slow, feverish, heart rendering kiss disconnects and comes back together with such potency it has each one of them begins shuddering in euphoria, and is catalyst to the next one as hot breath pools on lips and they’re struggling against gravity, bodies already flexing and swaying against one another.

Aloy’s mouth returns to Seyka’s neck, giving her breathless, open-mouthed kisses, charting the constellations of freckles down her throat, grazing her skin with her teeth, and her hands slide under Seyka’s shirt, beneath her chest wrap, reaching her breasts. Seyka inhales sharply, even though she knows Aloy’s touch like she knows her own mind, along with the reaction unfurling across her chilled skin.

Aloy lifts and cups both of them softly, the motion of their hips synchronized by breath and the swell of a far-off ocean, as they’re each dragged further into the undertow, deeper into each other.

Aloy then wraps one arm behind Seyka to pull her into the pressure of her other hand, caressing more firmly as Seyka begins keening, sucking in air as though there’s not enough oxygen in the atmosphere. Aloy kisses her, tongue hot and sliding against hers, then cupping both breasts again, as Seyka places her hands overtop Aloy’s, holding her hands firm to herself as Aloy grasps her flesh, causing her to feel that delicious ache.

Seyka doesn’t want to leave Aloy out, so she takes it upon herself to slide her hand between them, down Aloy’s belly. Aloy vocalizes even before Seyka touches her. She’s slick and warm, anticipating her and Aloy finally cries out at the full contact of Seyka’s fingers slipping through her heat. By the way she’s reacting to her, Seyka knows that Aloy’s not going to last, and she needs to give this to her. Needs to watch her, to her hear come apart as she breathes in great gasps in Seyka’s ear. She slides two fingers within her as Aloy leans heavily against her. She loves that she has this effect on her and at the same time wishes that when Aloy gets like this— addled with need—that Seyka could hold her off just slightly.

But she’s sure that will be something that will develop in time. Aloy’s resting her forehead against Seyka’s, now, her hips moving against the drive of her hand, and Seyka goes back to concentrating her touch on her slick center, moving in circles. Aloy at this point puts her hand on top of Seyka’s, driving her touch, showing Seyka exactly what she needs, harder and faster as the moments go on. Before Seyka even expects it, Aloy is taking tiny sips of air into lungs that can’t contain them, and throwing her head back and crying out as she shudders in climax, her hips moving relentlessly.

Before her tremors even seem to stop, Aloy is all of a sudden crouching, dropping to her knees in the water, the sudden loss causing Seyka to rest her hand on the nearby ledge for support.

Aloy pulls her close, mouth seeking skin, tongue sliding between her breasts as she lifts Seyka’s shirt and chest wrap up. Seyka leans down then to kiss her mouth, cupping her cheek, slow and gentle like slipping down below the surface in the deeper end of the pool, pulling back to look into her eyes, and kissing her again. Her mouth glides over Aloy’s until the latter slides her hands up again, covering Seyka’s breasts, then taking one of them into her mouth, tongue moving over her, pulling on skin and tugging lightly, opening her mouth further. When she releases, she teases Seyka’s nipple with the tip of her tongue, circling, maddeningly slowly.

She then begins to work her way down Seyka’s stomach, painting it with kisses and with the tip of her tongue, all while Seyka is realizing where she’s heading…and she’s attempting to somehow stand upright holding onto nothing but the rock ledge. Aloy’s hands slide over the curve of Seyka’s bottom, massaging, pulling her close. She then crouches and moves over and begins kissing her hipbone, her tongue peeking out to taste every point of contact her mouth has with her skin.

She works her way down diagonally…slowly, languidly following the line where Seyka’s thigh meets her torso.

Seyka needs more stability so she slides her fingers into Aloy’s hair with her free hand, gripping the back of her skull for dear life as Aloy’s mouth finally reaches its mark…and she lifts Seyka’s leg, wrapping it around her shoulder as her lips begin to move, her tongue sliding within her folds as Seyka aches and throbs, needing her touch. Her flesh sears on contact.

No matter what time of day it is, it seems, they seek one another, whether actively or in the back of their minds, just waiting for the moment they’ll be free to fold back into one another. To this. To them, wrapped in each other, whether like this, or just enveloped in the other’s quiet presence.

Aloy draws Seyka’s flesh into her mouth, sucking fixedly as Seyka is already crying out, long and low, voice echoing off of the rock walls and the back of the cave. All of a sudden it’s too much for Seyka, she can’t stay upright. Aloy senses this and lifts her up on the rock, Seyka scrambles backwards, and she quickly pulls off her shirt and chestwrap, pulling Aloy on top of her.

Seyka props herself up on her elbows and watches her, Aloy pushing her legs as far apart as she can get them, then returns her mouth to where Seyka is aching for her…deep and wanton, her skin feeling like it’s made from paper and she’s translucent, the shine from within her body growing brighter with each spectacular stroke of Aloy’s tongue, eventually making her feel like she’s made of heat.

Seyka’s breaths squeeze her already hammering heart against her ribcage as Aloy wraps her arms under and around Seyka’s thighs, bringing herself closer as Seyka watches her, grasping uselessly at words. She finally chokes them out.

“That’s so good…Aloy. I love you. Please, don’t stop…”

The pressure within her womb is unfed and boundless, every square millimeter of her skin feeling like it is throbbing with pleasure as this person…this beautiful person who she loves more than she even thought was humanly possible translates her love and her desire for her in the slide of her tongue and the movement of her lips. The bowstring within her draws tighter, tighter, and Seyka closes her eyes, letting her head drop back as her hips start to move without her actually doing anything to control them.

She picks her head back up, watching Aloy, completely bare and sleek with water from the pool, with the dappled pattern of leaves filtering the sun through the trees, causing rays to dance across her skin as though Aloy herself is made from motes of light. Seyka’s head is hazy as it starts, slow due to the skill of Aloy’s tongue…she won’t let her go over too fast…she wants it to last, as pleasure flares—intense ache about to drag her under, each breath coming closer than the last.

Finally, Aloy slides two fingers within her, pushing in as she moves her mouth urgently.

It’s only about ten seconds later when the coil snaps, and Seyka keens, so loud she can hear the reverberations all the way from the back of the cave. Everything is moving, twisting, as Aloy doesn’t stop moving her mouth despite the uncontrollable movements of Seyka’s hips, and Aloy looks up, locking eyes with her, Seyka’s entire body trembling as yet another wave of pleasure washes over her.

She doesn’t muffle her cries as her legs shake like a newborn animal.

Aloy crawls up, Seyka bringing her in to kiss her, tasting herself on her mouth. It’s languid and sublime and hot, and then Aloy tucks her forehead into Seyka’s neck, mouth still needing her, so she sucks on skin between breaths as they equalize themselves again. Aloy then lays her head on Seyka’s chest, listening to the pounding of her heart.

When Seyka is able to speak, she looks down at her.

“I was…doing that with you, earlier. Listening to your heart.”

Aloy picks her head up, resting her chin on her hand against Seyka’s breast.

“Oh? What did it say?”

“It said we should stay here for the whole day and again tonight, it thinks we earned it.”

Aloy smiles at her.

“Now that might be the best idea you’ve ever had.”

#seyloy #aloy x seyka #seyloy smut #horizon forbidden west

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kiruamon · 2 months

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Spring through the Seasons - Meeting the Winter

Second story part for this AU. Includes Y/N wandering into the snow covered parts of the island and meeting another deity of the seasons. Also, I had so much fun drawing the sketches! (Like last time the art/sketches are embedded in between the text.)

As if you had crossed an invisible line, a landscape so otherworldly stretches out before your eyes that for a moment you start to question your plan. It's not that the sight is completely unfamiliar to you. You've often seen the strange, white landscape from a good distance when you've gone to the lake. But today is different. Today it was no longer just a distant, obscure place, but lay spread out before you in its strange grace.

It was as if someone had stripped the landscape of almost all its colors. Only the green needles of a few fir trees stood out here and there among the white, wondrous mass. The deciduous trees that used to adorn the plain in front of you had degenerated into bare skeletons, frozen by the cold air and stretching towards the sky as if begging the sun to give them a little warmth. No young shoots, no buds or tender leaves could grow on the branches in this cold.

This sight triggered a feeling of uneasiness inside you. And yet… You can't help but feel a certain fascination that makes your heart beat faster with excitement the longer you gaze out at this strange world. The sparkling of the white mass as the sunlight breaks through the clouds and falls on it takes your breath away. You feel as if someone has picked the twinkling stars from the night sky to grind them into a fine powder to spread it over this patch of earth.

You step closer to the invisible border between your home and the icy, beautiful landscape in front of you. Step by step, you get closer to it. Leaving the blooming flowers and growing bushes with their young shoots behind you. Only a few more steps lie ahead of you before the grass beneath your feet is swallowed up by the white dust - or whatever it may be.

You pause as you stand directly in front of the white substance, which spreads out untouched and motionless in front of you. Can you just walk on it? Crouching down, you inspect it with a curious look and slowly stretch out your hand towards it. You are surprised to see how easily it sinks in. But you don't have long to marvel at how easily it gives way under your touch as a slight shudder takes hold of your body and causes it to quiver. Cold. The vines on your stole tremble and curl up a little. Brrrr. You didn't think the shimmering mass would feel cold. Or… wet? Curious, you pull your hand out of it and watch as what's stuck to it slowly changes shape on your warm skin and… … turns into water. You stare in amazement at the drops of water on your hand. This white mass is water! Stunned, you absorb this information and slowly get back to your feet. Hardened water. Is that what it is? Unbelievable. What an incredible place! Your enthusiasm is now even more ignited.

You simply have to see more. Find out more about this place. You have finally found the courage to go further and put your first foot into the strangely stiff water. It sinks a little into the mass, but that doesn't stop you as long as you can feel the ground beneath your soles and slowly but steadily venture deeper into this unknown world.

The further you progress, the stranger, but also more beautiful, the landscape appears in your eyes. Odd formations hang from the branches of some trees, like small runnels of water frozen in the air. The green needles of the fir trees are often covered in a layer of white, as if they had wrapped themselves in a blanket. Even the air is different in this place. There are fewer scents than in your home. The air seems drier and the cold bites a little into your reddened nose and cheeks. It's not painful, but it's unfamiliar. You are used to warmer temperatures in the forests and meadows you are accustomed to, but your body still seems to be able to tolerate the colder weather here. On your way into the unknown, you approach a forest that looks as if it has died. The tree trunks are tall and the branches are at such dizzying heights that your neck hurts if you look up at them for too long.

In the distance, you hear the howling of wolves. The sound doesn't worry you. Quite the opposite. It teaches you that animals live even in such a cold place. You have often wondered where they came from or where they were going on their wanderings. Looks like you've learned something new.

Footprints. Still very fresh. The ruler of these lands eyed the peculiar tracks in the otherwise almost untouched winter landscape with suspicion. Here and there between them were strange little patches of frozen ground under the masses of snow. Had an animal - a deer perhaps - pushed the snow aside with its muzzle to look for roots to eat? But no. The snow looked as if it had melted and little green stalks were sticking out of it, trembling. Strange. Very strange. The shape of the footprints too. It didn't look like an animal. And the wolves hadn't gone hunting for it either. Whatever it was, it sparked his curiosity. In the company of the wolves, he decided to get to the bottom of this.

Are you still heading in the right direction? In this foreign place, you find it more and more difficult to keep your sense of direction. Perhaps you should have tried walking closer along the lake or the coastline. But your curiosity and carefree attitude had drawn you deeper into these lands. Had driven you to see what wonders awaited you here. But now the sky was already darkening. Swallowed the twinkle of the white mass around you. Dark, gray clouds hang in front of the sun, making it difficult to guess how much daylight you have left before it disappears completely. Is it going to rain? But there isn't the typical smell of rain lingering in the air. In search of shelter and a suitable place to rest, you continue to wander through the rows of petrified trees. Each of your steps is accompanied by a slight crunch as it sinks into the white mass and suddenly the sound seems strangely out of sync with your own footsteps. You pause in surprise, but you can still hear it. Blinking in confusion, you turn around and exhale in shock through your mouth as your breath rises into the air like a tiny wisp of mist. Someone is standing there between the rows of trees.

For some reason, the air seems even colder and more stinging now. As if it wants to drive you back to your warm home. Telling you that you don't belong here. But you can't run. You feel frozen and completely mesmerized by what you see in front of you. It stands upright. A pair of curved horns on its head, like nothing you've ever seen before. Translucent, like the shapes you have already spotted on the branches of the trees. Is that an animal? But it doesn't look like one and it's wearing clothes. A coat with thick fur around the edges that the cold wind can't harm, no matter how much it tears at it. In its left hand it holds an oddly shaped staff. Only at the second moment do you notice the company it is in. Three wolves walk by it's side. Their fur is much thicker than the fur they wear in your lands. And yet their fur patterns seem familiar to you. Slowly they circle you with their watchful gaze and you follow them with your eyes in wonder. It is this brief moment of distraction that the entity takes advantage of. Because suddenly you feel a cold breeze on the back of your neck as it stands directly behind you and leans down lightly towards you.

The entity's breath is as cold as if it was the wind itself that sweeps across these lands. Instinctively, your body shivers. You are not sure what it wants from you. Carefully, you turn your head to the side. Trying to catch a glimpse over your shoulder and under its hood. But you don't even get that far when, out of the corner of your eye, you notice a hand with claw-like fingers slowly moving towards the thin vines on your stole. The touch is far more careful than you would have expected it to be. A tiny nudge against the delicate flower at the end of the vine, causing it to sway slightly and recoil from the coldness of the touch. Could it be… that you weren't the only one wondering what or who you had stumbled across here? A new confidence grows in you, like a little sprout digging its way out of the warm earth to greet the gentle rays of the sun. "He… hello," you mumble rather shy as you try to turn your head a little further around and this time you actually manage to catch a glimpse of the face under the hood, which is staring at you in surprise.

A pair of multi-colored eyes blink at you in amazement. Its mouth opens slightly in shock, but closes again a few heartbeats later before it opens again and you are no less startled to hear the being's voice. "You can talk," you hear him say and somehow this brings you a huge sense of relief and makes you giggle. "So can you." He seems almost embarrassed when he hears this. He slowly straightens up and circles you, while you follow him curiously with your gaze. "True enough."

He looks at you with a thoughtful expression. Trying to take in every detail of you in an attempt to understand what or who he has in front of him. You can't blame him for this, because you feel the same way. You're still fascinated by his appearance, which is so completely different from yours. His face, which is divided into a dark and a light section, reminds you of a crescent moon in the dark night sky. And while on the light half his eye is as white as the landscape around you, his other eye glows as red as the evening sun. Beautiful. "Where are you from?" you suddenly hear him ask and are dragged back from your thoughts to reality. "Where I'm… oh! From the southern lands." "South. The green forests?" You nod and your answer only seems to make him more thoughtful. It's difficult to tell what he's thinking. Does he find it curious to hear where you're from? Or is he angry with you for some reason? "But why shou- ", for some reason he breaks off his words in mid-sentence. Blinks in confusion and stares down at your feet. You follow his gaze and… are no less startled than he is to see what you find there. The strange white water has disappeared right around your feet. Grass and snowdrops sprout from the thawing ground, their white blossoms swaying in the wind.

"How did you do that?" he sounds genuinely astonished. "I-I… just stood here…", is that so unusual? It happened all the time in your homelands. No matter where you settled, life followed you everywhere. Shoots that crawled out of the ground. Vines and grasses that stretched towards the sky and spring flowers that began to bloom. To be honest, you didn't expect it to happen even here, so far from your home. You can see how his eyes seem to shine as he looks down at the delicate flowers. "What's that?" "You mean… the flowers?" "Flowers… those are flowers?" You nod gently. "Yes. Snowdrops." Before you had traveled to the western border of your realm, you had rarely seen them either. But the further you had progressed, the more of them had appeared. Apparently… they seemed to cherish the cooler temperatures more than other flowers you knew. "Snow… drops," he repeats slowly. And then… then you hear him let out a soft laugh. "How fitting."

You blink at him in amazement. "Is it?" "Yes, very much in fact. After all, this is the land of winter. Shrouded in snow and ice." The land of winter… Snow and ice. You look around and slowly start to understand. "So this… is snow?" He laughs again, it sounds… friendly. "Yes. What you see here is snow. And over there, do you see what's hanging from the branches? Those are icicles," he explains to you, almost amused, while you can hardly contain your excitement and slowly realize why he found the name of the flowers so funny. Now you can't help but smile. "Right, that is fitting." He nods at you with a satisfied look in his eyes. "Say, what's your name?" Your name? You blink. No one's ever asked you that before - how could they, when there's never been anyone to talk to - and honestly… you've never thought about giving yourself one. "I… um… I'm afraid I don't have one," you say with an embarrassed smile. "But if you want, you can think of one for me?" You wouldn't mind, at least. But admittedly, the question he just asked makes you curious. "Do you have a name?" Now he looks no less embarrassed than you were a moment ago. "I'm afraid I don't have anything to offer in that respect either," he mumbles to himself a little absent minded. If that was the case… "Can I call you Moon, then?" He looks at you in surprise, remains silent and you already fear that your suggestion was perhaps a little silly after all. But then the corners of his mouth twitch upwards and he says with a genuinely gentle expression in his eyes: "I… would quite like that."

"What brought you little snowflake here in the first place?" asks Moon as he accompanies you through the snow-covered landscape together with the three wolves. Oh, that's right! You hadn't even told him about that yet. You clasp your hands together and look up at him. "I'm looking for the place where the red leaf came from." He furrows his brow when he hears about it and his gaze wanders from you out over the untouched snow filled plain. "A red leaf…" his voice sounds calm, but you can tell that something is on his mind again. "Do you know where it came from? I thought it might have come from here, but… " but so far you haven't seen one deciduous tree with the tiniest of leaves on it. "You won't find it here." How odd, is it just you or does Moon's voice sound strained? Is he perhaps angry with you? Did you say something that might have offended him? "O-oh, that's really too bad…" you say and start to stare at your hands, rubbing them together a little. Is it just you or has it suddenly gotten colder? You look up into the dark clouded sky and… you are completely dumbfounded to see little white dots floating down from the gray clouds as if they were flower petals.

"What's that?" you ask, unable to take your eyes off it. Next to you, you can hear Moon laughing. "Snowflakes. It's snowing." Snowflakes. It looked beautiful. You see them stick to your clothes, but as soon as they fall on your skin, they melt and turn to water. So this is what the snow looks like before it huddles together so tightly on the ground. "It's beautiful." You miss the gentle smile that your words bring to Moon's face and when you finally manage to tear your gaze away, he is already a few steps ahead of you, so you hastily follow him through the snow. "We should hurry though. A snowstorm is coming. And then our vision will be so poor that we won't be able to see a thing. Not to mention that night is about to fall." Oh dear, that didn't sound so good. "Follow me. I know a place where we'll be safe."

As Moon had predicted, the snowfall was getting heavier. While at the beginning, scattered snowflakes had been dancing playfully across the sky, the wind and snowfall was steadily increasing. The air was cold. Much, much colder than before and the daylight is becoming more and more sparse. Although the cold temperatures didn't bother you that much before, they are now becoming increasingly uncomfortable and slowing your progress. Moon seems to notice that you are struggling more with the unfamiliar conditions. That your strength is dwindling. Something heavy slides over your shoulders and Moon's hands reach around you from behind to put the fur-lined cape over your shoulders before he gently pulls the oversized hood over your head. "Can you handle it for a bit longer? It's not that far anymore." He pushes past you and his face appears right in front of yours as he peers under the hood, which now protects your cold-reddened face from the icy winds. "Y-yes. It's all good. I can do it." He nods at you, gently placing his hand on your back and leading you forward with steady steps that are matching yours.

It is dry and dark in the cave. The snow and wind can't get you here. Nevertheless, you feel completely exhausted after this long walk through the snowstorm and when you think about how long you've been on your feet. You're truly thankful that you have Moon by your side. Otherwise you might have collapsed somewhere from sheer exhaustion while looking for shelter and have been ended up buried under the snow. Instead, you are now safe. Tired, but unharmed. As soon as you have settled down on the rocky ground, two of the wolves join you. Their warm bodies nestled close against you. With a small smile, you brush your hand through their still slightly damp but thick winter fur. You are still wearing the cape that Moon lent you and even when you offered to give it back to him, he refused, saying that you needed it far more than he did at the moment. You are grateful for his kind offer, because you still feel a little cold. And tired… You rub a hand over your eyes as you slowly lie down, resting your head gently on the back of one of the wolves that you now remember why they seemed so familiar. They are the same ones you saw back home. Once last year and two years before when they were still just small pups. It's like seeing old friends again. And they obviously recognize you too.

Your gaze wanders over to Moon, who is sitting on a rock that rises from the ground, watching you in silence. At his feet lies the third member of the small wolf pack. "Moon?" you ask quietly into the darkness. "Yes?" His voice sounds calm. Soothing. "Even if I couldn't find what I was looking for here… I'm glad I came to this land. After all, thanks to it, I met you." You may not have achieved your goal, but… you have found something else that seems so endlessly precious to you.

For a while there is only silence in the cave until you hear his voice calling softly for you. "… Snowflake?" You smile a little at the thought that you've somehow already gotten used to the nickname he's given you. "Yes, Moon?" "I know the place you're looking for." What? How? Suddenly you feel wide awake again, despite your earlier drowsiness. "Really?" A faint nod of his head, which you can barely make out in the darkness, confirms that you haven't misheard him. "Yes. But you'll hardly be able to reach it from here." "What do you mean?" you ask, a little confused and your heart pounding with anticipation. "The land of the colorful leaves and mist borders my land. But the cliff that lies between them is steep and higher than you can imagine. I can lead you to it, but it would be utter madness to try to climb down there. I'm not sure how the animals manage to get past it… maybe there's a passage somewhere, but I don't know where. Also, the weather near the border is unpredictable. It's simply too dangerous." There is a certain urgency in his words. You can tell he's serious with his warning. "Your chances might be better if you try to take a different path." That sounds really discouraging. Being so close to your goal and yet so far away from it. A different path. Dark, green leaves come to mind. Treetops so lush and full that the forests swallow up the sunlight. The realm that lies to the east of yours. Could there be a way from there? "I see… thank you, Moon. For telling me about it," you whisper softly into the darkness, hoping he can hear you. As you continue to think about his words, your eyes become heavier by the second. The warm, cozy fur of the wolves who have snuggled up close to you lulls you more and more to sleep. You simply can't stay awake any longer. So you nestle yourself tightly into Moon's cape and allow the long-awaited sleep to finally catch up with you.

Hope you had a fun ride with this entry. I surely did with finally showing some of the character interactions for this au.

TBC

#fnaf au #stts au #fnaf moon #fnaf y/n #dca #fnaf dca #daycare attendant #fnaf daycare attendant #traditional drawing #sketches #my art #do not reupload #stts au part 2 #Wanted to draw Moon mostly in a cute style for this au #Also yes my style jumps between sketches sometimes #Drawing Moon without a hood or cap is always a bit odd but oh well.:')#Love that this au is mostly being cute and having some good vibes.#Also love writing Moon more soft sometimes.#Translated it again with DeepL and using dict.cc as well to help to hopefully making the translation as good as possible.

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iamnotoriginalphil · 1 year

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Love your writing!

Quick prompt: How about reader starts working at Nevermore and has brought their cat to live with them on campus. The cat has taken a particular liking to Principal Weems, thus giving the reader an excuse to spend a lot of time with Larissa, who has grown quite attached to said cat (and with time maybe even to the reader teehee).

Here you are Anon. I hope you like it!

You were roaming the halls of Nevermore, peeking under cabinets and behind chairs. Missy had gone missing again and you were doing your best to hunt her down. She had a habit of wandering off.

“Damned cat,” you muttered, stalking towards Larissa’s office.

The bond between your cat and Larissa had been unexpected for everyone except Missy. The moment she’d met your boss she hadn’t been able to leave her alone. Most days she could be found luxuriating in Larissa’s office, curled up in a patch of sunlight or on her desk causing trouble. You’d yet to be told off for her behaviour, which you were thankful for.

You knocked on the door to her office, waiting for an answer. When it didn’t come, you slowly pushed the door open, poking your head in. Empty. Sweeping your eyes over the room you knew it was useless. Missy wouldn’t stay if Larissa wasn’t there, instead choosing to follow her around.

Which meant now you were hunting down Larissa rather than Missy. That idea had you smiling a whole lot more.

You made your way towards her rooms, poking your head in at random to other rooms along the way. Knocking on the door to her rooms, you heard her call for you to come in.

She was sitting on her sofa, a glass of wine dangling from long fingers, book held aloft in the other hand. She turned her gaze on you, offering you a warm smile. You stepped in, trying to suppress your smile when you saw Missy lounging in her lap.

“Hi, sorry to bother you,” you said.

“No bother at all,” she replied, patting the cushion beside her.

“I was just looking for this one.” Missy bumped her head against your hand as you gave her a quick scratch behind the ear.

“Sorry for stealing her away from you,” she said, not sounding the least bit sorry, “you can have some wine in compensation.”

“I’ll never say no to that,” you laughed.

You got up, scrounging around for a glass under her direction. Sitting down again she poured for you, as generous as always. You lent back, letting yourself bestow pats upon your cat to avoid looking at her. The atmosphere of domesticity was making your heart beat faster. It was your unspoken wish, the fantasy you’d been holding in since you’d begun working at Nevermore.

“You know, you can always kick her out,” you said, “she’ll still love you.”

“Oh, I don’t mind the company,” she replied, “plus having her here means you’ll always be around.”

You turned your gaze up to her, not sure what she was implying. Those beautiful blue eyes were sparkling and she was giving you a small smile. Your hands stilled on Missy and you realised how close you were to touching her.

“You want me around?” you asked.

“I did consider kidnapping Missy, if only to have you come looking, but I think she’s the one who’s done the kidnapping here,” she replied.

“What?” You were sure you were missing something there.

“I’m doing this all wrong, aren’t I?” Her nose wrinkled, “I’m trying to say I enjoy your company and I hope I’ll still be gifted it if Missy ever decides she doesn’t like me anymore.”

“You think I’m only here for Missy?” you asked.

“Aren’t you?”

“I’d be here whether the cat loved you or not,” you said, “Larissa, I like you so much.”

“How much?” That playful twinkle was back in her eye.

“Enough to lock Missy outside so I can show you,” you replied, letting her make of that what she would.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked.

You lent forward, kissing her softly, waiting for her to kiss you back. It was sweet, making your heart flutter. You didn’t want to stop. You didn’t want to ever stop. You’d never been kissed like you were something precious before, but she was making you feel so special.

You drew back, smiling at her, not able to contain it anymore. She didn’t give you a chance to get your bearings, kissing you again and again and again.

Who knew your cat would be the best wing woman you’d ever met?

#larissa weems imagine #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #principal weems imagine #principal weems x reader

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voraciousvore · 3 months

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The Giant and the Princess (4/10)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Content Warning: Some gore imagery (blood and guts)

Word Count: 2.6k

------ Part 4 ------

The next day, the princess suffered through her tedious routine. She was awakened early, dressed and groomed by a servant, and sent off to her lessons. Every time her eyes glazed over, the strict, ancient tutor would slap her desk with a ruler and jolt her back to awareness. She felt as if she were slowly rotting inside, to resemble a mere shell of a person. As usual, she held back her tears, like she was taught to do from a young age. She couldn’t be seen having a meltdown in public.

She could barely keep it together, however. Every day brought her closer and closer to her breaking point. Today, her life felt particularly bleak, yet she had a dim hope that pulled her along. She had a chance to escape from it all. Her mind could wander into the woods, away from the castle, to be greeted by a fresh adventure. And maybe, just maybe, a friend.

Iris knew she was deluding herself, yet she had nothing else to look forward to. She was aware of the obvious danger—but what did she have to lose? She had no source of happiness to speak of, nothing. She was miserable. She had to escape. As soon as she could, she excused herself to the privacy of her quarters and slipped out.

She used the secret exit out of the castle that tunneled under the walls. The concealed pathway was designed as a contingency for invasion or siege, with a doorway hidden by magic on the outside. The princess navigated the narrow subterranean corridors out into the fresh air. She smiled when the warm sunshine kissed her face. For a few hours, she could be blissfully free.

Iris wore a light cloak with a hood to cover her face, so she wouldn’t be recognized. She stepped lightly and gracefully over rocks and twigs as she traveled into the forest. The path wasn’t too difficult to traverse, since the trees were widely dispersed. The trees towered over her, instilling a sense of awe. Her inner turmoil was calmed by the quiet serenity of the forest, with the rustling of the leaves in a gentle breeze and birds chirping. Patches of shade were punctuated by pools of golden sunlight that filtered through the forest canopy. Out here, it was easier to forget her woes.

She heard the flow of running water, and headed toward the river nearby. She didn’t notice, over the sound of the water, that the birds and wildlife had fallen into an eerie hush. As she emerged from the cover of the trees, she had to repress a squeak as she ducked behind a thick tree truck. The same giant that had been prowling the woods for the last few days was sitting next to the river, hunched over a kill. His hands and lips were smothered in blood. He was tearing the intestines out of a half-eaten giant rabbit carcass, clearly enjoying every last little bit of flesh he could pick off of the bones.

The princess was disgusted and frightened by the brutal display, yet also fascinated. She couldn’t look away as he ripped off chunks of muscle and organs with his teeth, slurping everything down raw. He even crunched the bones into splinters and sucked out the marrow. He’d skinned the creature before eating it and saved the fur, stashing it in a pouch on his belt alongside his poaching knife. He appeared very happy and content as he finished off the last shreds and licked the blood off his fingers.

As horrifying as the scene was, the princess had to remind herself that a giant that size needed to eat a lot of meat to survive. At least he wasn’t chowing down on humans. Even so, her courage failed her, and she faltered. With the giant engrossed in his meal, he wasn’t as vigilant as when he was actively hunting for prey. The wind was blowing in her direction, so he didn’t catch her scent. He didn’t know she was there.

She considered sneaking away and making a run for it, but her legs were rooted to the spot. Just because she found the giant interesting didn’t mean she wanted to risk getting torn to pieces like that rabbit. She remembered him swallowing entire men and horses whole like snacks. Yet, he didn’t eat her, not even when he came across her later, and gave her the crown she lost. Why?

Her curiosity, along with her waxing fixation on the giant man as a solution to her problems, drowned out her caution. She was shaking all over, but somehow her legs propelled her forward, out into the open. When Ajax caught her tiny movement in his peripheral vision, his head snapped up out of reflex. The sudden movement sent a jolt through her nerves, but she didn’t bolt. The giant went rigid, unsure what to do as he recognized her. He didn’t want to scare her, but he realized a giant drenched in blood was inherently terrifying for any manner of creature, big or small.

The princess felt her breath hitch in her throat. She opened her mouth, then closed it again when nothing came out. The tension stretched out as the giant stared her down with his dark eyes full of intrigue. He’d never been approached by a human, for obvious reasons. Finally, the princess held up her hand and flicked her wrist with a robotic wave. “H-h-h-hi there…” she choked, her face changing colors.

Ajax didn’t reply right away, blinking with befuddlement. He was still dumbfounded that a human, a defenseless female no less, would be bold enough to come up to him out of nowhere and greet him. The situation was unthinkable. He almost wondered if he were dreaming, but now that he was alerted to her presence, his senses were too sharpened to deny the truth. He was grateful he had just eaten an entire giant rabbit, because otherwise her scent would be irresistible.

“Hi,” he said back. He smiled thoughtlessly, not considering that his teeth were stained with blood. “Shy, are we?” She nodded, paling at the sight. He noticed her reaction and licked his teeth, tasting the metallic tang. He glanced down at his blood-soaked hands self-consciously.

“Allow me to clean myself up,” he remarked. He leaned down over the river, dunked his hands into the water, and scrubbed them off. He noticed that the tiny princess flinched as his huge body shifted, but she didn’t flee. He was impressed by her foolhardy bravery. She was made of sterner stuff than even most men: He'd seen plenty of grown human men cry like children at his mere presence. Of course, he gave them good reason to. He smirked to himself as he washed off his face, particularly his mouth.

“I apologize for my appearance,” Ajax vocalized awkwardly. He didn’t know proper etiquette for royalty. As he finished cleaning his face, he smoothed down his hair with water, so it wouldn’t be quite so wild. He turned to face the princess with a mild expression, trying to reduce how intimidating he looked.

“It’s okay,” Iris squeaked. She avoided his gaze, struck with shyness. Her face flushed. With his countenance freshened up and his hair tamed, the giant man was surprisingly comely.

“What are you doing out in the woods this time, little princess?” Ajax asked. The corners of his mouth turned up as he drank in the details of her cute, petite figure. He laid down on his side to be closer to her level, planting his elbow in the dirt and resting his head on his fist. Even in this position, his great mass loomed over her. Iris’s mouth gaped slightly as she surveyed his form, sprawled out like a living, breathing mountain range far above her.

“Um…” She snapped out of her reverie to face him. “I, uh…” She was tongue-tied. The words she had carefully prepared in her mind eluded her grasp. “I wanted to see you again,” she finished lamely.

“Is that so?” Ajax replied, a genuine smile lighting up his features. “What a coincidence, because I wanted to see you as well.” His smile faded, and he grew more serious. “But why would a refined lady like you want to be around someone like me?”

“I just… I’m lonely…” Iris admitted, taking a step closer. She kneaded her hands with anxiety.

“Lonely? You’re a princess! Don’t you have armies of servants in the castle, to attend to your every need? To wait on you hand and foot?”

“Yeah…” His words hit a sensitive nerve, and the princess’s outward composure began to crumble. “They don’t care about me at all. Nobody does. I’m just a meal ticket to them. My parents don’t love me. They hardly even talk to me except to berate me for my errors or lecture me about my duties as a princess. If I wasn’t of royal blood, nobody would even look in my direction.”

Her eyes began to water and her voice shook with emotion. “I feel like a sparrow in a gilded cage. I’m pampered, but never touched or let out. I can’t take it anymore… I just want a real connection, for someone to treat me like a person, to hold me and care for me…”

She broke. She hunched her shoulders and buried her face in her hands, ashamed of the tears she held in for so long. Ajax was perplexed by her sudden confession and breakdown, and not sure how to react. His first thought was to comfort her, but he worried that reaching for her would have the opposite effect, with how massive and intimidating he was compared to such a tiny, fragile lady. He gazed down at her awkwardly, not moving.

“Princess?” he asked, keeping his voice soft. “Would you feel better… would you like me to…?” He trailed off, but moved his big hands closer, keeping them open while curling his fingers slightly. The princess sniffled and nodded vigorously. Gently, the giant cupped his hands around her and lifted her off the ground. He cradled her in his hands as she huddled into the plushy folds of his warm palm. Her tiny body was wracked with sobs as she wept harder, releasing all her pent-up despair.

Sympathy stirred up the sediment in his heart as Ajax examined the small woman in his hand. She looked so vulnerable, so broken, yet she completely trusted him. She came to him, of all people, a gigantic devourer of men, for comfort. She must truly be desperate. He couldn’t comprehend what the life of a human royal must be like, when it was so foreign to his own. His biggest day-to-day concern was filling his capacious stomach.

She had access to all the food she could ever eat, and all the material items she could possibly want, to enjoy a life of luxury. Ajax would be envious of such treatment, except for the fact that she was obviously lacking in other basic needs. He had a family that loved him and the freedom to wander the woods and do as he pleased. She was neglected and unloved, trapped in an unsatisfying life full of weighty expectations, despite being blessed with status and beauty. He didn’t understand how someone like her could be in such a tragic situation, but he wanted to do what he could to help her.

He wrapped his fingers around her. She leaned into his touch, hugging one of his fingers with her arms. Slowly, so as not to disorient her, Ajax rolled onto his back. He pressed her tenderly to his chest, enveloping her with his hands in a way he hoped was soothing. Her tiny form snuggled up to him as she gripped his shirt. He could feel her shaking as she let it all out, creating a wet spot on his shirt. He stroked her with his finger, rubbing her back in tiny circles. A strong protective instinct emerged from within him, urging him to keep the small woman safe.

The princess cried for a while. It was cathartic, to release all her pain that she kept bottled up inside. The giant’s steady heartbeat, along with the rise and fall of his mighty chest, helped to calm her down. She melted under his touch, reveling in his body heat and masculine scent. His considerable mass all around her was almost overwhelming, yet she felt protected. For once, somebody held her and cared about her. She felt as if he could keep her safe and sweep her away from the nightmare that she was ensnared in.

Ajax held still and allowed Iris as much time as she needed to get out her demons. Eventually, her tears subsided down to soft hiccups and snuffles. “Thank you…” her tiny voice quavered from under his hand. The giant lifted his hand to peek at her.

“No problem,” he answered softly. “You seemed like you needed a big chest to cry on.”

“I know I must seem awful. For a privileged person like me, to whine about all my woes, when I could have any material possession I could possibly want. It’s disgusting. People resent me for my wealth. I can see it in their eyes.” She sniffed and wiped her cheeks.

“No, no, don’t think like that,” Ajax assured her. “Such things are meaningless when you’re so unhappy, and you have nobody on your side to give you affection.”

“I’m so glad you understand,” Iris responded. “You’re so kind.”

Ajax chuckled. “I’m not so sure about that, little princess, but you can believe what you want.” She smiled weakly. She poked her head out from under his fingertips and glanced up at the sky to observe the angle of the sun and frowned.

“I should probably get back,” she sighed. “I can’t stay out for too long. If anybody notices I’m missing, there will be trouble. The last thing I want is for them to block my only way out of the castle.”

“Very well,” Ajax said. “Would you like me to take you back?” Iris nodded enthusiastically. Her eyes widened and she grabbed one of his fingers as he rose to his feet, sending her up high in the air. He steadied her with his free hand, supporting her back with his palm. She found a more stable position on the squishy surface of his skin and looked up into his enormous face with awe. Ajax swelled with ardor. She was so precious. He never knew someone to be so trusting of him, so thankful, so amazed by his every movement. He liked the feeling. He liked holding her, when she fit so perfectly in the dip of his hand. He felt big and strong and impressive in her eyes.

He was reluctant to let her go when he completed the short walk to the castle, but he knew he must. He couldn’t be so selfish as to take her away with him, as miserable as she was with her life in the castle. He gently set her down in the grass, kneeling over her. The princess clasped her hands together as she stared up at him.

“Will I be able to see you again tomorrow? If I can get away?” the princess inquired, almost pleading. “I don’t even know your name…”

“Of course,” Ajax promised. “And my name is Ajax. I’ll be here for you, little princess. I can easily locate you with my sense of smell.” He tapped his nose. The princess bobbed her head.

“Farewell then,” she called up to him with a wave. She turned around and crossed the protective barrier.

“Goodbye, princess,” Ajax answered. “Until tomorrow.” He stroked his beard as he watched her go, until she disappeared from sight, before returning to the woods.

Part 5

#giant #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #tiny #giant tiny #size difference #g/t fluff #g/t story #g/t angst #gt fluff #gt writing #gt story #giant men #gianttiny

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genshrineimpact · 2 years

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◇ characters ◇ kazuha, zhongli, xiao

◇ tags ◇ modern!au (kazuha), sweet sweet teeth rotting fluff

◇ wc ◇ 510+ | 770+ | 610+

◇ ⓘ ◇ this is a submission for @bluexiao and @anantaru’s sweet ‘n spice writing collab event (masterlist for sweet | masterlist for spice - minors dni), prompt 9 - "enjoying the view?"

◇ a/n ◇ this is my first time ever joining collab events... and it was really fun! i normally dislike having deadlines when writing, but the prompt was inspiring and this came out pretty smoothly! thank you for letting me participate in this collab! ;3 i love zhongli a normal amount as you can see from his word count compared to the others wdym

"it's too early for this..."

an airy laugh pierces through the deep fog within your mind. kazuha's hand squeezes encouragingly around yours as he continues to tug you forward, through the small patches of trees and up the small hill just behind your camp.

you really should have known that this would happen when you agreed to go camping with your boyfriend. he is, afterall, a man of nature. you think he must be some sort of a wanderer in his past life, with his sharp intuition, keen sense of direction, and amazing survival skills in the wild.

"just a little bit more, dove."

you grumble an incoherent answer, to which kazuha hums in response. with a yawn, you let him guide you to wherever it is he has in mind. your steps make a crunching sound against the grass as you both trudge forward - you dragging your feet and your company with a pep on his step. the sky is starting to brighten, and as you walk in comfortable silence, your sleepiness starts to fade.

"we're here!"

kazuha beams and plops onto the ground, before patting the grass next to him with a smile. his ruby eyes stare up at you from below and something squeezes inside your chest - it's that feeling you get when you see all the small puppies and kittens as you pass by the animal shelter.

with a fakely exaggerated annoyed huff, you sit beside him and cross your arms, eyes surveying around the area in mock disinterest.

it's a peaceful place for sure. the landscape is clearly undisturbed. the sound of birds chirping behind you, the wind blowing a gentle breeze… hm. it's not so bad, you suppose. upon realization, you drop your act and instead opt to take a deep inhale, filling your lungs with delicious fresh air.

kazuha gently places a hand on your shoulder, and he motions towards the skyline in front of you.

oh.

the sun peeks over the horizon, and for a moment you're mesmerized by the sight, the earthen smell of soil, and the feel of the warm sunlight kissing skin. is this how it feels to be 'one with the nature'? as the gentle sound of a leaf flute enters your ears, you smile fondly and tuck your knees into yourself. even without looking to your side, you already know you'll find the bright-haired boy playing his favorite instrument, eyes soft and half lidded as he basks in the tranquility of this situation.

slowly, the ball of light rises up into the sky. somewhen throughout the way, kazuha had stopped playing and had instead let you settle your head to his shoulder to watch the sunrise together.

suddenly, you hear a chuckle, and when you look up to see his pretty face, he gives you a wink.

"enjoying the view?"

you know he's teasing you for enjoying this when you were very reluctant to indulge him at first. with a defeated sigh, you place a peck on his lips and nuzzle back to his shoulder.

"you're lucky you're cute."

whenever you're around zhongli, it feels like you're in the presence of some regal being.

you remember the awestruck and momentary bemusement that crossed his expression the first time you confessed this to him. this was a while back, when you were both still new into the relationship and you were shy and hesitant to be around him as your newest status - his significant other. naturally, at this point in time, you had yet to know about his past.

but, as your relationship developed into something beautiful, as you pulled his heart of stone and wrapped your warm hands around it, grass started to grow from the dried soil's cracks. before long, you've turned the previously barren landscape into a grassy plain, with various flowers blooming and swaying gently in the winds. although you might not have realized it, zhongli felt himself thriving in your presence. and what is zhongli if not a man of virtue?

and so, he told you stories about what he was. his friends, his found family, his joys, his grievances, his regrets - and lastly, his sins. he told himself he would be prepared if you decided to reevaluate your relationship after the last few words left his lips, but the corner of his patient smile twitched when you fell into silence and your eyes avoided his gaze.

".... that's why you feel so ethereal! all these times!! i thought i was just madly in love - i mean, i am, but anyway - you're the rex lapis himself!!"

zhongli laughed. you pinched the skin of his hand in retaliation and intertwined your fingers with him, while you mumbled under your breath with a pout. you would never know the relief and joy that washed over him as he digested your response to his confession. you've turned the previously barren landscape of his six thousand years heart of rock into a field of flowers, and yet you were so oblivious to it.

it's been a while since then, but every now and then you're reminded again of his previous identity. sometimes it's just in the little things he says (whenever he talks about old history and stares off into space for a bit, you know he's reminiscing), does (whenever he turns towards you with an embarrassed look, you know he has forgotten to bring some mora again), or, nature itself seems to intend to worship him as the god that he was.

like now, for example.

walks around the plains or cliffs near liyue harbor are common occurrences for the both of you. you're not exactly a fan of it at first, finding the climbs and inexistent pathways a chore to traverse through, but there are little things that you get to do on these particular strolls that makes it worth going.

for example, while zhongli limits himself to having his hand on your back while you walk side by side inside the city, he allows you to grab and cling onto his arm. at first, it's because he sees you struggling to keep up with him, but it has become a habit, and you're certainly not going to tell him that you've developed the muscles and stamina needed to match his pace.

but nothing beats these small, precious moments you randomly encounter throughout your walks.

the sunset casts a certain glow over his form, bathing him in gold, highlighting his features. the tips of his hair and the golden ring in his eyes seem to shimmer, the light hitting him in just the right ways to make him look even more dashing than usual. it fits him so well, this color. like it exists solely for him and him only.

you're frozen on your feet, unable to move as you admire the man whom you're lucky enough to call your partner. how you had even managed to catch the attention of such a celestial being was beyond you. perhaps one day you'll wake up from this dream… but for now, you wish to enjoy this sight to the fullest.

zhongli suddenly shifts and turns towards you, and you can feel a warming sensation rising up your face when you realize he has caught you staring.

there's a twinkle within his amber eyes and something coy in his gentle curve of a smile as he observes your dazed expression. his lips move and the baritone voice you adore so much envelops you whole. your heart threatens to burst out of your chest when you register his words in your entranced brain.

"enjoying the view?"

you release a breath you didn't know you held.

"....... mm."

truly, a divine sight.

"enjoying the view?"

you hum nonchalantly, not even fazed by the sudden presence and voice behind you. eyes still staring at the nightscape of dihua marsh and the stone gate that stands behind it.

xiao continues to stand behind you, his expression impassive, a small frown between his eyebrows. you glance up at him with a patient smile before shifting towards the opposite side from where he's standing, making a space for him to keep you company.

"you can sit with me, you know?"

only after having your explicit permission did the yaksha dare to move. his polearm fades into the cooling night air, and his warm form lands beside you, a comforting existence that makes you relax even more.

you inhale deeply and stretch your arms up along with your legs, pleasantly sighing when you hear your joints crack. instead of crossing them back into their original position, this time you scoot towards the edge of the roof, planning to let them dangle off the sides. but as soon as you move towards the rim, a gloved hand shoots forward to grab your arm.

"you'll fall," he warns, like a mother scolding her child when she finds them eating a forbidden snack.

"i won't," you chuckle and grab his hand, tugging him along, "and even if i do, you'll catch me, won't you?"

"of course," he says without any pause whatsoever, but the scowl is permanent in his voice, "still, you shouldn't do something so dangerous."

"aw, please? indulge me?" you turn back to give him a pleading pout and a pair of puppy eyes.

xiao sighs, and you grin unabashedly when his stern facade cracks. he shifts forward with you, and lets one of his own legs dangle off the roof, while the other tucks onto his chest and acts as a prop for his free arm. you bump his shin with your foot lightly, to which he retaliates with a warning pinch on your triceps. noticing that he still hasn't moved his hand from the previous position, you use your other hand to pry his fingers off, only to link your hands together.

you squeeze once - is this okay?

the adeptus pauses. and you feel him squeeze twice - okay.

with a smile, you refocus on appreciating the scenery. you can hear the faint sounds of the inn's guests and workers talking in the background over supper, along with the soft firewood crackling down in the kitchen. the moon is high and bright in the sky. there are no clouds in sight, and the cooling breeze is gently blowing around you.

how serene.

you turn towards your lover, lips open and a question hanging at the tip of your tongue, but it vanishes into nothingness when your eyes land on the mesmerizing silhouette of your beloved.

the moon illuminates his pale skin perfectly, casting shadows in the right places and painting the enthralling sight into a mysterious ambiance. his yellow-colored catlike eyes gleam brightly under the stars as he stares forward, ever as vigilant as his namesake. though you understand that all adeptis have some sort of divine aura, at this very moment, you think xiao has never looked so otherworldly. so out of reach.

... and yet, such a being had vowed you his love and protection.

belatedly, you close your slackened jaw and feel them automatically convert into a smile as the yaksha abruptly turns towards you, bashful and nervous at your prolonged attention.

"what? why are you looking at me like that?"

"oh, don't worry about it," your lovesick grin widens, "i'm just enjoying the view."

you smile at the growing blush on his cheeks and fall in love all over again.

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ohnoanalien · 10 months

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Hi hello! So @lunar-wandering's hiccup hijinks trope is hilarious and @princen-monkie had such a great idea to add to it. I mean, growing flowers when he hiccups? Adorable. It wasn't really asked for, more for lunar to write if anything, but I thought you guys might enjoy it! Soooo...leggo!

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A silent, warm part of Macaque still wanted Wukong's sunlight. To spend cold nights bundled up between his arms, feeling the soft rock of purring against his un-glamored ears. But those memories and feelings were long gone by now-- or at least, they were supposed to be. It followed him like a curse. It followed him when he woke up. It followed him when MK and Mei showed up at his dojo. And it followed him all the way up Flower Fruit Mountain, tugged along by a favor he owed far, far too long ago to even care at this point.

MK knocked on the door until his fist was a blur. "Sleepoveeer!"

"Psst! Mac." Mei nudged her elbow to his, "Pour me the tea! Did you lose a bet? Save the Monkey King from a crazy immortality-killing demon? What gives?"

"...Crushed a peach." Was her old rival’s only reply.

"Crushed a what-now?" Her brow rose, confusion cut off when the door finally opened.

The Monkey King’s energy was a never-ending ball of light. Despite everything, the golden flame inside him never seemed to snuff out. Which made the nervous grin and ruffled fur a strange change of pace. He glanced at the kids beside him. Seems like the flame did shine a little too dimly today, even for the Monkey King's liking.

A large part of him relished at the view. A tiny, insignificant twinge of pain somehow rose above it. "Soooo…what Wukong-brand chaos do we have to deal with today?"

Wukong startled, "Wh-what? Where'd that come from?"

"I dunno," Mei piped up. "You look kinda jumpy.”

"Jumpy? Me? Psshhh!" Wukong waved a dismissive paw, "C'mooon, I'm immortal remember? I'm fi--" He quickly clamped his jaw shut, body jerking silently.

MK narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms tightly to his chest. He circled his mentor for injuries, not missing the way the stone monkey seemed to sweat under the spotlight. "Monkey King."

Sun Wukong winced, chided with all the energy of a disappointed parent. "L-let's just uh. Head inside, alright? I've got snacks."

MK stood silent, holding his ground as his pacing stopped.

"L-look, I'll explain everything. I'm just...I'm still getting used to…" A blush dusted peach-furred cheeks, "Give me a minute. I promise I'll tell--" Another jolt. A paw hovered over his mouth, and glowing pupils darted around the entrance.

Nothing to see here. Yet.

The cub’s concern was lifted with a small smile. "Alright Monkey King. I trust you." The grin immediately widened when a dirty sneaker passed the threshold, bolting inside with a loud whoop. Mei followed suit, energy intertwining in a chorus of cheering. Macaque stepped halfway through the door before slapping the stone monkey's back.

"...Thanks. For inviting me, or whatever." The shadow demon grumbled. Disappearing into the kitchen Wukong stood there, feeling the outline of his old friend's touch burn against his skin. A small hiccup broke the stunned silence and he quickly closed the door behind him, unaware of the patch of daisies that coated the handle.

"Dibs on the Monkey Mech!" Mei cackled, her shadow casting ominously against the light of the old TV. She pressed a button faster than MK could blink.

"Hey, no fair!"

"Excuse me?? You ALWAYS get to play Monkey Mech! You play him in real life!"

"Well! That's! True! But!" MK opened his mouth. Paused. Then heaved a defeated sigh, aiming his sights on Sha Wujing. The Monkey King stayed quiet, but between the jolt of the couch cushions and the claw that nervously tapped his thigh, Macaque felt something familiar brew in his chest.

"Hey." He muttered, "This is kinda against my better judgment but. You feeling alright?"

Wukong flashed nervous fangs, the beat on his thigh tapping ever-faster. "I said I'd tell you guys later and I meant it."

Macaque narrowed his eyes. A sweet, nostalgic scent brushed his nose. It was just on the tip of his tongue, he just needed to--

Oh.

Ohhhhhhh.

A newfound spark lit in Macaque's eyes, and the Monkey King froze on the spot. The idiot was absolutely not going to tell MK. He knew this. He knew Wukong knew this.

So, with all the grace and care of a long-dead advisor, he leaned forward, tails intertwining. "Look. I get it. It's embarrassing."

Aaand three.

Wukong's cheeks flared again, pouting. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Two.

"Oh c'mon, don't be like that." Despite his smirk, an ink black tail gave its ginger counterpart a small squeeze. "You gotta admit at some point that you have friends now– no one’s gonna judge you. Diyu knows they’ll actually like you more if you let down your guard for like, what, five seconds?"

It was easy to spill his own guts like this. After all, your performance can be pretty believable when your script comes from the heart.

An old friend’s face practically blended with his face markings. "Nope, no way! I’m the Monkey King, I don’t have flaws!"

"Don’t have flaws? Or can’t have flaws? Oh my, is the great king worried the kids might not like it when you don't act like a god 24/7?"

One--

Wukong's eye twitched. "Stop trying to psychoanalyze me! I'm fi--hic!"

The Monkey King slapped a paw over his mouth just as MK paused the game, gasping at the flower crown that blossomed around his headband.

"Whoa!"

"Oooh." Mei felt a silky petal between her fingers, "Pretty!"

"Busted." Macaque sang, wheezing at a sharp smack to the ribs.

Worth it.

"Monkey King!" MK flapped his hands excitedly, "You can make flowers?!"

"'Course he can." Macaque cooed teasingly, pinching a still-burning cheek. He relished the heat between his claws. "He's a perfect, all-powerful deity. Isn't that right, Wukong?"

"Oh, be qui-- hic!-- quiet." He squeaked mid-lecture, freezing up as a small daisy popped on Mei's jacket collar.

"Awww!" She gushed, "You make flowers when you hiccup? That's so cute!"

"I do n-- hic! not!" The flush spread to the stone monkey’s ears as a small arrangement peppered his coat.

"Yyyep." Macaque snickered, plucking a flower from Wukong's tail, earning a yelp. "Flustered or embarrassed and you get a whole garden. Especially for the people he cares abou-- mmph!" A tail wraps around his mouth, smugly meeting an angry glare. Bite completely defanged as he hiccuped again, flowers spreading across the carpet.

"Will you shut up-- ow! You bit me!" Wukong hissed, pulling away to rub at the offending bite mark.

"I dunno what you're so freaked out over. It looks like your little fanboy doesn't seem to mind." The raven-furred monkey hummed thoughtfully, gaze flicking to their audience.

MK stuck out his tongue in concentration as he braided a few into Mei's bushy pigtails. In return she started weaving a flower crown on her lap. "Two headbands are better than one, right?"

Wukong spluttered, eyes wide. He quickly stood up. "I-I. I'll be right back!" Footsteps padded into the kitchen. Macaque's ear twitched as a hiccup traveled through the thin walls, and Mei giggled as a bouquet filled her pockets.

Hearing the squeak of a faucet, Macaque rolled his eyes, hauling himself upwards. He strolled lazily into the kitchen, leaning against the frame. “Water won't help, dumbass. The only cure is telling MK and Mei why you've got ‘em."

Wukong simply stared his warped mirror down, chugging the drink like it was the last drop of water in a desert.

"It's your funeral." Macaque shrugged, earning a pained wince in return. "...Still too soon?"

All at once, the golden flame seemed to flicker and shrink again, and Sun Wukong stared tiredly into the half-empty cup.

Liu’er Mihou didn't like it when he was silent. He HATED when he was silent. The room suddenly felt a little colder, and a shiver ran up his spine. He pried the cup from a shaky grip, replacing it with a gentle paw. He wondered if it would break into pieces if he made any sudden moves.

"Peaches." Mihou took a breath. "I used to blame you for my death. Now I'm questioning...a lot. You don't have to forgive yourself right away. Buddha knows I would. But give me some credit. The wound's still healing, but if you're willing to be patient for once, let me sort my own shit out." He moved his free claws to his partner's fur, scratching gently at the scalp. "And while you wait, you can do me a favor too and stop putting so much pressure on yourself. Deal?"

Sun Wukong swallowed. He opened his mouth to reply-- interrupted by a squeaky hiccup. A flower crown wrapped around Macaque's head, looping over his ears. Hanging around four more that were invisibly fanned out, flicking at the warm sensation.

"Sorry! Sorry, I-I. I couldn't control-- hic! couldn't control it and-- hey! Stop-- hic! stop laughing!"

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