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[phantom-peachie]

little senshi on the edge of my canvas<3

[httpdwaekki]

sleepy cramps | b.c.

summary: your cramps wake you up but channie is there to help.

wc: 1.1k

warnings: i tried to keep it gender neutral, however!! periods and cramps are mentions so read at your own risk.

a/n: omg ash knows how to post at a normal time when she's not sleep deprived *gasp* crazy right? you guys know the drill not proof read too many pet names blah blah. i have realized that i apparently need alot of comfort in my life because that is all i write LMAO. anyway! i hope you guys enjoy and as always, drink water, eat something, and take ur meds. <3

p.s. pls send me some requests i really wanna try and branch out but i have no ideas, okay love u bye. <3

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(pictures are not mine! credit to owners!)

“baby?” you hear a familiar aussie voice call out. “i’m home!” you hear him take off his shoes and set his bag down. “baby?” he yells once more, keys jingling as he places them on a hook by the door.

you let out a grunt, hoping to signal to him where you were. you were currently bundled up half asleep in your shared bed, facing the door. you were exhausted from the day and your period, and barely keeping your eyes open. 

the hall light flicks on before a figure appears in the doorway. you lift up your head a bit, giving him a sleepy smile before settling back into your warm cocoon of soft blankets and plushies.

he smiles before making his way to the side of bed, squatting down to eye level with you. he lifts his hand, lightly stroking your cheek with his thumb. “hi pretty.” your cheeks warm.

“hi bub.” you mumble. “you sleepy bug?” he asks softly. you nod, a yawn escaping you as if emphasizing your drowsiness.

he smiles, leaning forward to place a soft kiss to your forehead. “alright bub, give me 10 minutes to get ready for bed then i’ll come lay down okay?” you nod once more, sleepy smile still present on your face.

he moves,  placing a kiss on your lips before standing to his full height. “i’ll be right back!” he yelled, running into your en-suite. you giggle before relaxing into your cocoon, sleep welcoming you quickly.

once chan finished in the bathroom, he came out to find you curled up, now facing his side of the bed, soft even breathes escaping you.

he coos before making his way to his side of the bed. he lifted the sheets, sliding under them before gently pulling you to him, body melting into his.

he wraps his arms around you, “good night my sleepy baby, i love you.” he whispers, placing a kiss on your temple, before relaxing, letting sleep take over.

this didn’t last long however, chan lightly awoke maybe an hour later, to you stirring in your sleep, light whimpers escaping you. after hearing the first whimpers leave your mouth, he was very alert. he quickly looks over your body trying to determine what’s bringing you distress.

he catches a glimpse of your face, which is contorted in discomfort. he places a hand on your cheek once more, trying to gently wake you. “baby wake up.” he whispers, lightly tapping and stroking your cheek.

after a few seconds you finally wake, only to let out a yelp in pain, curling into the body beside you. “hey hey, baby, what’s going on?” he said kissing your head, rubbing your back.

“period.” you managed to get out, trying to curl further into yourself. one arm wrapped around your lower abdomen, the other one clenched into a fist against your forehead.

you start holding your breath unconsciously, praying the pain will subside. chan notices and gently taking your fist in his.

“breathe baby, breathe,” he says calmly, opening your fist to slot your fingers through his. you let out a jagged breath leaning your forehead against your joined hands, “squeeze my hand if you need to jagi but, you gotta breathe baby.” his thumb stroking the back of your hand.

you take a deep breath, trying to focus on anything over than the stabbing pain in your abdomen. “doing so good bug, just breathe.”  his other hand coming up to smooth the crease between your eyebrows. 

your breathing evens out slightly as the pain lessen a bit. a moment of silence passes before you sit up, hands still entwined. chan follows you, rubbing small circles on your back. “did you take medicine earlier?” you nod your head. “right before you got home.”  he hummed, understanding.

 “i’ll be right back, okay?” he whispers, thumb rubbing the back of your hand. you nod slightly, focusing on your breathing. he leans over, placing a kiss to the side of your head before getting up and making his way into the bathroom.

you grab a pillow behind you hugging it as you wait for him to return. a few moments passed before he reemerges with your heating pad in hand. he rounds the bed, plugging in the pad before sitting next to you.

“i’m gonna move this quick, okay?” you nod, moving your arms. he grabs the pillow, placing the heating pad in it’s place. “thank you.” you mumble, leaning on him, placing your head on his shoulder. “you’re welcome bug.” he kisses the top of your head before placing his there.

you sit there for a moment before you feel the guilt slowly creep up, the lump forming in the back of your throat. you turn your head into his shoulder as tears start to stream down your face.

“hey, hey, do you want more medicine? what can i do?” he asks, placing a hand on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles. you shake your head, before moving to put your hand in your hands.

“i’m sorry channie,” you cried. “i know you’re probably exhausted, and shouldn’t have to deal with this.” you feel him move in front of you before placing his hands on your face, lifting it. “i am your boyfriend, it is my job to take care of you when you need me. and right now you’re in pain because of something you can’t control.” he pauses, looking into your eyes, gently wiping the tears running down your cheeks.

“i will always take care of you, doesn’t matter, time, place, if i’m tired or not, i will always help you. understand?” you nod, moving into his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, shoving your face into his neck.

he wraps his arms around your torso pulling you impossibly closer. “i love so much, jagiya. okay?” you nod your head quickly. “i love you too, more than you know.” you say into his neck, placing a kiss on his skin. 

you both stay like that for a moment before chan pulls away slightly. he wipes your tears once more before placing a kiss on your lips. “let’s get you to sleep, hm?” you agree, moving back into the mattress.

you watch him make his way to his side, getting comfortable under the duvet. once settled, he opens his arms for you to lay down. you giggle before quickly laying on him, making sure your heating pad was still in the correct position.

you place a kiss to his jaw before settling into his chest, duvet pulled to cover both of you. “thank you, i love you so much.” he places one last kiss to your head. “ you don’t have to thank me, i love you so much, good night my sleepy baby.” you smile, feeling at peace. “goodnight, channie.” you place a kiss over his heart before both of drift off once more.

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[ma1dita]

to catch a thief

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 3.7k

summary: (post-TLT, sea of monsters compliant/spoilers) The one where duty calls at Camp Half-Blood. Again. Your reunion with Luke is nothing you both could have ever expected. (Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader)

a/n: we’re so back trouble!verse ;) sorry for the post birthday hiatus on this, hope you like it! crack banter but err... she got a lil angsty

(posted 3/22/24, semi-edited)

—

When you wake up to the gentle rolling of the sea, it feels like a comforting embrace in a distant dream. Tangled within pristine white sheets, you could smell the salt through the small opening in the bay window–though this was a far cry from a fairytale conjured by your mind. This was your reality. 

You wouldn’t call it a nightmare per se, but the circumstances were definitely less than preferred. 

This is not the CSS Birmingham. No, that went up in flames. Retracing your steps to what led you to this—cushy cruise line of a prison, you reckon it’s been a few days now since you’ve become a stowaway, or a hostage. You haven’t quite decided yet. 

Gods, this is what you get for passing up on that summer research internship. 

Dropping off Percy, Annabeth, and Tyson at camp was supposed to be a fun walk down memory lane—until meeting with your dad, finding out Thalia’s tree had been poisoned, watching Chiron get fired, and essentially getting kicked out by the troll of a man who originally got sent to the Fields of Punishment for marketing the taste of human flesh made you remember that nothing at camp is the way it used to be.

Not like before, when you and Luke used to run it.

Your dad told you to go home and wait till you were needed. Home. Driving away from it this time around was harder than you thought it would be. You’d never been the patient type, and to drop everything just because a god told you to? Hilarious, really.

But almost a week later, after rejoining your friends on an undead ship that you let the kids commandeer, your vital mistake was thinking that Clarisse’s quest would be a breeze. Rookie move, since the last one you were on left you as scarred as Luke was. Even thinking of him now, you run your thumb over the rough patch of skin on your palm. 

At the very least you hoped Tyson was okay. The last memory you have of the young Cyclops was watching him from your place on the ladder as he stopped the engines from overheating. Maybe it was the ex-head counselor in you, or your increased threshold to pain, but there was no way in hell you were leaving that kid behind.

The sound of voices from outside your door gets louder now, your throat feeling like you’ve been swallowing wads of cotton and a persistent ringing in your ear that hurts just as bad as when you watch Chris Rodriguez walk in with a plate of food. The last one he slid through the door bumps against his boot, still uneaten and he sighs. 

“So what, you’re on a hunger strike now? I forgot how difficult you could be.”

You bark out a laugh. Thankfully it’s loud enough that it almost conceals the rumble of your stomach. Gritting your teeth, you mumble, “Wish it could be an idiot strike. I forgot how much of a bitch you are when it comes to your brother, Rodriguez. How long are you going to keep me here? It’s been days.”

Your former friend rolls his eyes at your dramatics like he doesn’t hold the key to your freedom.

“Three since you woke up, actually. Come on, you’ve gotta eat, or I’ll get my ass kicked,” he grumbles. You raise an eyebrow at that, walking towards the window to dodge the uncomfortable tension that fills the room. He plucks an apple slice off your plate.

“He couldn’t splurge on a balcony view? Monsters aside, it’s not like you’ve reached full occupancy.”

“There are more mortals here than you think. To be honest, he was worried you would find a way to overthrow us,” the tanned boy admits, placing the tray on the dresser. It was always a wonder to him how you and Luke were more alike than you think, even now—even when Luke hasn’t come to see you. Talking to you reminded him that you’re both pains in his ass, and Chris was still unsure of who to be more wary of, but he’s been in charge of watching you for the most part.

“Well tell your stupid captain he has no right to be worried about me. I’d much rather try to jump if given the opportunity.”

There’s no response, so you turn to face Chris who’s eating a croissant with a bashful grin.

“Seriously dude?”

“Listen, I’m hoping if I think of the right words to say, he’ll come in and deal with you himself. Opposite sides of a war and you’re still both giving me a headache. Just like old times,” he chuckles, flakes of pastry dotting across his chest plate. Your mouth quirks into a bitter smile. Old times, when Luke would shove you if he couldn’t think of a reply fast enough. When you’d punch him to get your point across if he wasn’t listening. How a kiss could end any waging war between the both of you.

You swallow, turning slowly to watch your reflection in the glass of the windowpane.

Why hasn't he come to see you? The first day, you remember spending out on the sea—treading water with no land in sight, calling out to your friends until your voice went hoarse, but you didn’t cry. You know better than to show weakness now, even when no one’s around. Chris tells you over a gulp of orange juice that you washed up next to the Princess Andromeda on the second day like it was fate. Though fate was never truly that kind to anyone; it felt like it was laughing in your face. Knocked out cold for two days after, and ignoring all of Chris’s attempts to keep you alive in the days that followed, you’ve been in this room ever since. You barely notice Chris’s departure. 

Entering the ensuite bathroom, you splash your face and sip on water from the tap before stopping at the doorway. A shadow flits at the seam near your feet, someone standing just out of sight when you peer through the peephole.

But you know Luke’s there. Sons of Hermes have almost undetectable footsteps, however, Luke walking in and out of your life for as long as he has—there’s no inconceivable way to not know him. Perhaps you couldn’t hear the sound of his feet, but there’s a way the wind shifts your hair, your heart slowing in ease at his presence, and the scent of him reminiscent of skin kissed with the peel of an orange. The skin you used to kiss and greet and know like your own.

The shadow fades just as your hand reaches out towards it, leaving like he always does. Always out of reach.

Even as the Princess Andromeda continues to set sail upon the calm waters of the Atlantic Coast, you look out to the unending horizon and still feel like you’re drowning.

—

“Status report, soldier?”

Chris rolls his eyes, popping the last piece of apple into his mouth as he strolls into the command deck. The both of you had a flair for the dramatic—it serves as his reminder of why you two worked so well. Luke is sitting in his captain’s seat, watching the waves crash against the hull as the sun begins to set on the skyline.

“She’s angry. Anyone would be if they were locked up like that.”

“Well, yeah, but tell me something I don’t know. Something useful, Rodriguez,” Luke says, flicking his pocket knife closed. It’s still sticky with the juice of the fruit, catching onto his finger. He hisses, but then the sound of loud footsteps boom down the corridor, along with the sound of maniacal laughter as the door slams open. The two sons of Hermes look at each other curiously, knowing it all too well.

“You know, the next time you send a 9-year-old to stand guard, remember to not make it the one we used to throw into the lake,” you drawl, sauntering into the bridge and looking around until your eyes land on your ex, “and also remember that you taught me how to pick locks.”

Ethan Nakamura heaves behind you, hands on his knees before he stands to attention and salutes his captain.

“Sir, I was just following orders… and I’m not 9 anymore!” he snaps, glaring at you. Laughing at the absurdity of the situation makes it easier to get through. You thought being surrounded by the undead on the CSS Birmingham was scary enough, but standing in a room with ghosts from your past was somehow worse. Honestly, you learned a lot more by being in that room than if you were to jump ship like you wanted to.

“I taught you how to tie your shoes, Ethan. You’re always gonna be a little kid to me,” you scoff, brushing him aside and walking towards Luke, “your new digs are fancy, by the way. I could tell by all the teenage soldiers chasing me through the tourists.”

He stands up and meets you head to head, as the both of you inspect each other closely. 

It’s been a long year without you.

You look thinner. You’ve lost the softness in your cheeks and your eyes are tired. He wonders what you chose to major in, who your roommates are, if you still think of him with a smile on your face. You’re still beautiful.

“You know me, I like to travel in style,” Luke says offhandedly, a half smile on his face. For someone leading a war against the gods, he’s calm in your presence.

“Back when I knew you, we traveled in a tin can that we also called a car.”

His clothes are nicer than anything you’ve ever seen him in. He looks really fucking good, for someone on the run. It’s almost frustrating to see how brawny he’s gotten, muscles rippling as he crosses his arms. You suppose he has nothing to do now but practice and spar (that or he’s definitely flexing for you). Pulling at the drawstring of the joggers you wear, you realize his initials are embroidered on the pocket. Pretentious fuck. Did he change you once you got on board?

Chris and Ethan suddenly get the feeling that they’re interrupting something—a reunion in a blockbuster romantic movie they’ve seen the mortals play out on the ship deck’s projector on Friday nights. The two of you stand there arguing like a married couple despite the fact you are no longer lovers and the bickering continues even when more of Kronos’ army files in. You laugh again at the sight of children walking in—some strangers, others you’ve sung to sleep in cabin 11, all still children, even back from the time before when laughter didn’t have to have a reason, light and airy in the summer sun.

“You’re sick, you know that? Did you just plan to let me rot in that room until it was all over? You didn’t even talk to m—”

“Classic, you’re more mad that I didn’t talk to you over the fact that you’re a prisoner,” he seethes, but you don’t stand down—not now or ever.

“Prisoner? I walked out and none of your Boy Scouts could do anything about it!”

His face is turning red now, jaw tightening at the angst but deep down he misses this—the banter, the thin line between hate and love you both tread on. You may be a damsel. But you were not in distress. To further prove your point, you swing an arm toward one of the boys in black (their uniforms were annoyingly corny), and they all take a step back toward the wall. Your eyebrows furrow, “What type of prison has guards terrified of the prisoner?”

He shrugs, “It was only time before you came and found me. I even gave you a bay window.”

That was not the right thing to say.

“I’ll fucking kill yo—”

“Sir? So do we try and detain her, or….” one of the demigods you don’t know interjects, and Chris Rodriguez sucks at his teeth before he responds. 

“Alright. We’ve seen enough of the show. Everyone file out and let Castellan reunite with his girlfriend.”

“GIRLFRIEND?”

“Girlfriend…”

The both of you look at each other, one in anger, the other in sheepishness now that you’re alone. It's even funnier that neither of you deny it.

“You left me there in that room, and by the sight of things around here you prefer being in the company of monsters than being with me, so by the gods, what do you want, Castellan?”

You fall into the captain’s chair exasperatedly, watching him watch you.

“I’m giving you a choice,” he says simply. “You can stay here with me, or you can go.”

“A choice? You captured me to tell me I have a choice,” you spit, as if that was the stupidest thing he could say. “You didn’t give me a choice when you left me.”

“It was a matter of the circumstances. And I didn't capture you—are you mad that I betrayed everyone or not, because I can’t really read you right now, trouble…”

Your eye twitches and your hands are in fists across your lap. Another wrong thing to say.

“Keeping me here until I get the nerve to talk to you is not a choice, asshole. Do you think you could just hide me away until the bad part’s over? To save me until everything's good enough for you?” Your eyes catch onto the droplets of blood that fall onto the hardwood flooring near your feet. His hand is bleeding, and like it’s nothing of the sort you reach out for it.

Luke thinks that if he lets you your hand will still perfectly fit in his, so after a moment, he pulls his hand away out of your reach. Pulling a handkerchief out of your pocket (also embroidered with his initials—note to self, never let a son of Hermes have money), you stand to wrap it around his hand to stop the bleeding. You pretend not to notice his heartbeat increase through the throbbing of the cloth.

“Don’t let my actions make you believe that what we had wasn’t good, trouble.”

“Stop calling me that. Why are they all scared of me? Why won’t you let me touch you?” you whisper, putting pressure on his finger until the blood clots. It doesn’t even hurt, to tell you the truth. Not touching you when you’re right here in front of him is a pain he can’t find the words to describe. But what he’ll never understand is that he’s right. You two were good together. You’d have him through the bad too, if only he let you.

“Because you might think you can fix me.” Or worse, you might change his mind. You don't have to say you love him for him to know it. A part of him wishes he didn’t have to do all of this to prove to you he feels the same. 

“Would you have left with me?” he mutters. A wistful look cuts through your anger and he knows he’s finally said something right. His pocket knife is on the control board and your hands drop to your side again when you realize that he may have forgotten to tell his battalion of who you are to him, but he still remembers how you like your apples cut. The silence is loud, even with the twinge that comes with the pain in your eardrum as you sway a little on your feet. Your body still knows it can relax with him, knees buckling with a false sense of security despite your willpower.

“I would've made it so that there was no other option for you but to want to stay.”

A soldier bursts through the door and apologizes for the intrusion, but the both of you have found out all you need to know. The moment is over and Percy Jackson has been captured by the army in his efforts of trying to save the day. There’s a look shared between the two of you that wonders if this will become a trend.

—

Licking your lips as your…Luke guides you out onto the main deck with your hands behind your back, you can taste the salt in your air. It’s almost as evident as the surprise in your friends’ faces when they see you alive. This time, they don’t question your allegiance but in the chaos that ensues, for a moment, you do.

For a moment, you wonder what would change if you decided to stay with him. Would the sky fall under your feet? Would the gods kneel like Luke said they would? Looking at him in your periphery, you realize it’s not what the both of you want, even if it’s the easier way out—to be together despite it all.

The two of you against the world instead of the world against the both of you.

But he won't even touch you—he’s holding you over the sleeves of your shirt, too scared of what you’ve become in his absence. You suppose you’re scared of what he’s become too. 

The realization hits that you could defect from your friends, family, and home. You could undo everything that you and your friends have worked towards. But nothing he can say will change the fact that he didn’t choose you.

Luke was right, then.

You did have a choice, one that he still forces you to make as you nod at Percy to flip his last drachma into the open water, opening a direct line of communication to your father to catch the thief—of both lightning and the beat of your heart, in the act.

You realize that if the gods were the least bit grateful that you’ve kept their kids alive for the past half-decade, perhaps fate would be on your side and Luke would still be yours. But life has a funny way of working itself out when Luke admits to the open air of another crime to tack onto his list.

“Kronos was right. I should’ve killed you, Percy.”

The son of Poseidon goads Luke into another duel and you survey your surroundings for a way out. Annabeth burns holes into the side of your head and it gets you thinking, moving faster than you have in days as you walk towards her and Grover. At the raise of your hand, the demigods holding onto the pair drop to the deck, incapacitated with illusions of madness they will never comprehend. The more of them that surround you drop like flies as Luke’s eyes flicker between you and the boy he has at swordpoint.

You’ve gotten stronger in his absence—you never needed to touch him to use your powers after all. Just waiting for the right moment to strike, attacking when Luke finally let his guard down for you. He cracks his neck, knowing you’ve made your choice, so he makes his. 

“Get them.” 

The monster scrambles across the deck but it approaches you first, clawing at the wood and barely missing your feet as you scream for help, defenseless without a sword and you hear Luke yell your name in alarm before a punching glove-tipped arrow sends it hurtling overboard.

Your eyes lock with his again as you disembark with the Party Ponies, you with your crew as he corrals the mess you made of his. It has to be the salt air that makes your eyes seem a little misty.

Your fates have always been tied. 

You protect your home, and he does what he can to protect you. Luke looks over your form like he’s checking if you’re okay, even from a distance— and it makes you wonder if this is how it's supposed to be. Someone leaving, and the both of you apart. 

It’s weird to be the one leaving this time, but it isn't as easy as Luke makes it seem each time he does it. You avert your eyes once you see him put his hand in his pocket, him finding what you snuck in on the way to the deck. Luke pulls out a leather bracelet with a black camp bead, the one he missed in the year he’s been gone. He rolls the bead between his fingers, the thing you last touched before leaving him, an emblem of his archnemesis and the summer that changed everything—the consequences of his actions ripping you away from him. When he slides it on his wrist, it lightly clinks against the hilt of his sword, the lone clay bead a force of its own against Backbiter's reverberating power. He feels nostalgia for what could have been crawling through him—though Luke supposes he’s always been too vulnerable when it comes to you.

Is this what you’ve been feeling every time he walks away? 

It starts to rain after you leave. Luke watches his crew take cover from the downpour, running in all different directions to hide away from the storm that ravages the Princess Andromeda. 

But he stands still, looking up at the sky and hating it for how openly it’s able to cry. Luke is far away from home again—from you and it makes him wonder how much longer he’ll have to be away from you when being with you is what he truly wants.

The mission continues and the ship keeps pushing forward even as the rain washes over him, soaking through his armor and straight to the bone. Raindrops pelt through every crevice, though this onslaught is much kinder, more gentle, even when it’s angry. He closes his eyes and lets it touch his skin. 

For a moment, it feels like you. 

—

A hand penetrates the tide searching for yours, gripping onto your unconscious one. He’s spent hours ripping holes through time to try to find you, an advantage given to him in a dream by the Titan. The agreement, what keeps him from not running back to you is that you live—and as Luke pulls you out of the ocean waterlogged and turning blue, he wonders if it’s all a farce. 

Losing you isn’t worth the wrath of the gods if you’re lifeless in his arms like this. 

He shouts your name, pumping your chest with his fists and breathing life back into your lips until you cough out saltwater, head lolling against his knee. Luke’s fingers stroke your hair, touching you for the first time in a year. As life slowly brings the color back into your cheeks he silently thanks Hestia for keeping your flame alight. His soldiers call out to him from the deck, and he steels his resolve as he rows the lifeboat back to the ship. Still, Luke has to uphold his side of the agreement. 

He wonders if you’d stay. Even if he knows the answer, Luke wonders if you would ever change it for him.

—

And they tell me you are evil and I answer: Yes, I know. –Patricia Smith

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[doboosh]

Can I request a Wednesday x fem reader where they’re cuddling in bed - Wednesday the big spoon/reader is on top of her and Enid walks in and Wednesdays like “if you wake her up I’ll murder you” or something haha

“Take one more step, I dare you”

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Wednesday isn’t much of a cuddler, but you’re just so tired and look so cute. She can’t help but let you sleep.

Warning(s) None; This is a fluff fluff fluff, I loveee requests like this. What would you guys think about me maybe later on writing a slow burn story with Jenna Ortega x fem!small town reader?

Little insight; I hope no one is angry with me about my first post, I understand the predicament with the age but I hope it was a reasonable action for me to speak on how most people don’t comment on the Xavier Thorpe smut, I specified that I aged the characters up. Again, I love the ff and the writers! No hate at all!

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Finally.

Fucking finally.

The day had dragged on and on today, you felt as if it was never going to end. Got a bad test grade in not one, but three classes. Three!

All you wanted to do now, was to go into your girlfriends dorm and take a nap in the warmth.. um. coldness of her arms.

Well you’re in the dorm currently, begging for her to let you sleep on her chest.

“Wednesday! Please! I’m tired and I just want to fall asleep on you!” You beg, extravagantly getting on your knees in front of her bed and grabbing her sheets.

She stared at you and rolled her eyes, “Cara mia, you can sleep just fine on your own”

You look up at her and puff out your bottom lip, “Wednesday, honey, please” you drag out the last syllable slowly.

“You’d have to lay on my rock hard, cold, decaying body, because that is not happening”

“Oh my god Wednesday, why are you being so difficult” you whined.

The girl just shrugged and went back to reading her book on her neatly made bed.

“Wednesday please let me sleep on you”

“No, I’m not letting you sleep on me”

-

“How did you get me to agree to let you sleep on me”

“Because you love me so much” you grumbled, as you smothered your face into her sweater.

She huffs as she brings her arms around your body, tugging you closer than you already were.

You liked this

Loved it actually

The sound of her heartbeat by your cheek and the movements her chest makes when she breathes, it was like a lullaby, and before you knew it, you passed out.

Small snores and puffs of air came from your mouth as you slept, and Wednesday couldn’t help but stare at your face and track every detail of it.

She felt humiliating, watching you like this.

She felt like her father when he adorned her mother every waking moment of the day.

Though deep inside her cold body, she loved it.

Your body twitched every now and again, your mind processing your slumber to your limbs.

She brought her hand up to your face and traced out your features softly, barely grazing your skin.

She brought her lips to your head and placed soft kisses on top of it; she herself thought about taking a nap as well, until her roommate and best friend Enid burst through the door as loud as can be.

Wednesday hurriedly covered your ears the best she could, “Enid,” she snapped in a whisper, “If you wake her up, I’ll make it my personal promise to you, to feed you to any creature that may lurk in the bottom of the lake”

Enid stopped full force, slowly turning her head to look at the two of you.

The blonde girls face lit up in a wide, bright smile, and she hurriedly reached for her phone in her bag.

“Enid, don’t you even think about it”

Snap

Oh no she didn’t

Wednesday would’ve gotten up and absolutely annihilated the girl if it weren’t for you still peacefully sleeping on her.

So as for now, all she did was shoot the werewolf a dirty glare. Snuggling closer to you as a way to ignore her.

You’re lucky she loved you so much

-

“Where did Enid go?” You asked, you had woken up a while ago and just decided to lazily sprawl on Wednesday’s mattress.

“Nowhere, just took care of her.. and her phone”

“You what?”

-

I wish I could’ve made this longer! It’s more like an imagine now 🥹 I still hope this is close to what you asked for anon! Love 🤍

[hellodarling1357]

Could I request Cassian taking care of sick reader? Love your writing!

Sick Days - Cassian x Reader

Of course you can!

I've just realised every fic I've posted the past week has had Cassian in the kitchen cooking, clearly I have a type

Enjoy 🥰

Word Count: 2.7k

The sunlight filtering through the crack in the curtains had you groaning and shoving your head further into your pillow – well, Cassian’s pillow. You were currently sprawled across the bed, burying yourself into his scent and longing for the warmth he had left behind.

With another groan, you forced yourself to sit up, blankets heaping into a pile around your waist, as you blearily blinked and looked around the room in a stunned manner. The pounding in your head was throwing you off but you knew for certain that, despite the closed curtains, the light peaking through meant it was well past morning and you had somehow slept for a few too many hours and missed training.

You heaved yourself up, stumbling over the sheets that wrapped around your feet and made your way to the bathroom. The splash of cold water on your face helped to clear the haze that encompassed your mind, but you still found yourself blinking back at your reflection with a frown – you looked like shit.

Bloodshot, glassy eyes framed by dark circles and a sallow, pale complexion stared back at you. A shudder ran through your body and you felt physically pained at the mere thought of getting dressed.

Still, you should at least try to do something productive with your day.

*****

Clumsily wrapping your dressing gown around yourself, you headed towards the kitchen, thinking that maybe some food would get you feeling right again. Your heart softened as you walked into the brightly lit space, finding your mate with his back to the doorway as he put together his usual post-training breakfast.

“Well good morning, sleepy head,” he greeted, still with his back turned but obviously sensing you were there.

You made a noncommittal noise in response as you slumped onto one of the bench stools and continued to watch Cassian potter around the kitchen.

“I tried getting you up this morning,” he continued, “but you wouldn’t budge. Figured it was best to let you catch up on some sleep rather than get my head bit off about it later.”

He turned to you then with a teasing smile that quickly changed to one of concern as he took in your appearance and miserable expression.

“What’s wrong?” Breakfast long forgotten, Cassian was by your side in an instant, but you just brushed him off.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled back, “Think I just slept weirdly or something.”

Still looking at you with a worried expression, Cassian let you sit in silence for a minute as he got you a glass of water, encouraging you to take at least a few sips despite your reluctance. It did help, but the coughing fit that hit you afterwards took you back a step or two. Cassian ran soothing circles across your back, eyes full of concern.

“Y/N,” Another set of coughs before he continued, “Sweetheart, you’re sick. Come on, let’s get you back to bed.”

“Cass, I’m fine. Besides, got things to do today.” You refused to accept that you could be sick, making a show of giving him a big, thoroughly unconvincing smile as if to prove it.

“You’re not fine. Go back to bed, or run a bath if you think it’ll help. I’ll let Rhys know we’re both off the next few days.”

You grabbed his hand as he made to turn away, no doubt to find Azriel to let him know as well.

“Please, I am fine. It’s just a small cold if anything. Stop fussing over me. I’ve got to– “A tickle in your throat set off another fit of coughs. “I’ve got to go finish off some work.”

And with that you quickly walked out of the kitchen before he could convince you otherwise and made your way to the small office you used in the House of Wind to finish off said paperwork.

*****

Cassian let out a sigh as you left. You had been together for over three centuries, he knew exactly how this would pan out and knew there was no point in telling you what to do; firstly, you would refuse the fact that you were sick until it hit you full blast and you were barely functioning then, still in denial, you would claim that you were “just a little bit sleepy” and end up curled up against him for the next few days feeling completely miserable.

So, no. Cassian wouldn’t force you to go back to bed or to take a break while you still felt ‘fine’, if anything it would just make you even more determinedly stubborn. Instead, he set out doing little things that would help you in the long run; a pot of soup simmering away on the stove top, impromptu massages, cups of water, and lots and lots of tea.

Azriel had cleared out upon hearing you were unwell. For starters, he didn’t want to get sick, and, despite loving you dearly, he also knew what a pain in the ass you could be when you were unwell and decided that it was Cassian’s problem to deal with.

With the supply run done, and instructions for the house set in place, Cassian started on his ‘get-Y/N-resting’ routine by knocking on your office door to ask if you wanted to have lunch with him out on the balcony. Finding that you had started to lose focus on your work, absolutely not because you were sick, of course, you agreed and followed him out. Cassian smiled to himself; he could tick off food and fresh air for now.

An hour later, he knocked on your door again, steaming cup of tea in hand that he set down beside you, checking over the desk and noting that the house had been filling up the jug of water as you drank it. Good.

“What’re you working on?” He asked, pressing a kiss to the top of you head as he stood behind you, hands coming up to your shoulders as he started to kneed away the tension.

“Just some… paperwork.” You had already forgotten what you had been trying to read for the past 15 minutes, having barely gotten past the first two sentences before attempting to process the information all over again. Shutting your eyes, you lent your head back against him and focused on the way his fingers felt as they massaged your shoulders and neck.

“Riveting stuff.”

“Hmm.” Was all you could think to reply.

Cassian gave your shoulders a final squeeze, pressing another kiss to the top of your head before taking his leave.

*****

For the next hour, Cassian gave you your space and attempted to catch up on some of his own paperwork, one eye steadily watching the clock. When the hands ticked over to a random 17 minutes past the hour, so as not to cause any suspicion, he jumped back up and grabbed the fresh mug of tea the house had made appear beside him.

He cautiously poked his head into the office when his knock had received no answer, heart fluttering at the sight of you face first on the desk, a slight snore escaping you. Quietly placing the mug down, Cassian crossed the room and gently scooped you into his arms. He stilled when you stirred against him, finally continuing towards your bedroom when all you did was nuzzle your face closer against his chest, letting out a sigh as you took in his scent.

Cassian gently placed you on the bed, changing you into one of his old shirts that you loved to sleep in, before tucking the blankets tightly around you. He stripped down whilst properly shutting the blinds so no light could creep in and then made his way back to bed where he settled down beside you, absentmindedly playing with your hair as he reached out to Rhys and asked if he would be able to organise for Madja to put together a tonic for you.

“Cassie?” Your sleep filled voice had him looking down at you with concern; you only ever called him that when you were drunk or feeling really unwell.

“I’m here, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” You shuffled further into him, “Cassie, I’m not feeling well. I think I’m… I think I’m just gonna sleep for a bit.” You mumbled, causing him to smile slightly as he shifted further down the bed and wrapped his arms around you.

“Love you, Cassie.” He almost missed your whispered words that sent his heart beating at a rapid pace.

“I love you too, doll. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

*****

Feeling you beginning to stir beside him, Cassian carefully detached himself from your embrace and headed to the kitchen to put together a tray of everything you might possibly need including water, tea, tissues, crackers, bread, and soup. He quietly re-entered the bedroom, placing the tray on the small table before gently sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Y/N?” You blinked up at him with a sleepy smile.

“Hi,” You croaked then frowned at the rasp in your voice, with a groan asking, “How long was I asleep?”

Cassian helped you sit up, piling the pillows behind your back so that you could comfortably lean against them.

“Just over five hours,” He watched you for a moment as you blinked the sleep from your eyes, opting for the glass of water he had set down next to you. “Feeling any better?”

“Mhm,” You replied, “I feel fi– “

“Please don’t say you feel fine,” Giving you a warning glance, Cassian picked up the bowl of soup. “Now, you either put away your pride and try to eat just a few mouthfuls of this, or I will sit here and feed it to you myself. Either way, you need to eat something.”

Grumbling, you took the bowl from him and reluctantly ate from it. You gave your mate a look, hoping to prove the point that you were, in fact, fine, but he just rolled his eyes at you and lent against the headboard, letting a comfortable silence fall.

However, the more food you ate, the worse you started to feel.

“Cass…” He was there in an instant, taking the bowl from you as he pressed a soothing hand against your forehead.

“Shit, you’re burning up. What do you need?” He was already guiding the glass of water to your lips before you had even needed to ask for it.

“Thanks,” you quietly said, missing the glazed look that took over Cassian’s eyes as he reached out to Rhys asking if he could drop off the tonic from Madja, he was not going to be leaving your side anytime soon.

Cassian placed the empty water glass on the bedside table and gently pulled you against him, arms wrapping tightly around you and running soothing trails up and down your back as you rested your head on his chest and let out a miserable sounding sigh.

“Rest, sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.”

And with that your eyes fluttered shut again, slowly falling into a deep sleep, lulled by the warmth and comfort of your mate.

*****

You weren’t sure how long you had been out when the sound of whispered voices from the other side of the door brought you back to consciousness. You had just sat up when Cassian reappeared, doing his best to close the door without disturbing you.

“Hi.”

He looked up, startled to find you awake. Smiling softly, Cassian made his way over, sitting on the side of the bed and placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Any better? You’ve got a bit of colour back.” He observed as he started fussing with the pillows and blankets around you.

You grabbed his hands to stop him from adjusting everything for the third time and asked, “Who was that?”

“Rhys. I asked him to drop off a tonic for you, from Madja. Here.” He removed the stopper from the bottle and handed it over to you, eyes assessing your expression for any sign of your previous I’m-not-sick-I’m-fine attitude. To his relief, you drank it without complaint, the slight grimace at the taste being the only sign of any discomfort.

You slumped back against the cushions, still holding onto Cassian’s hand as you looked around the room in disdain.

“I hate this.”

“I know.”

“No, really. It’s the worst.”

“And if you rest, and let me help you, you’ll be better in no time.”

Giving Cassian an unimpressed look, you let out another sigh. You were feeling a little bit better now that you had slept and eaten, but you still weren’t feeling great.

“What are you even doing here?” You suddenly asked.

Cassian almost looked offended at your comment, fixing you with a questioning raise of an eyebrow.

“I just mean… Why are you here, now you’re probably going to get sick too. I don’t want to get you sick.”

“You won’t get me sick. Well, you might, but I really don’t care. You’ll be here to look after me, right?” The wink he gave you had a small smile pulling at the corner of your mouth.

“So,” He continued, “for now, you’re going to let me take care of you–”

“You already have been.��� You interjected; Cassian brushed your comment away and pressed a chaste kiss to your hand.

“And part of me taking care of you is telling you that I love you, so, so much. While also being able to tell you that you’ve been in bed all day, and you’re starting to smell which is why I’m going to run you a bath and clean all of this up, so that everything is nice and fresh for when we cuddle later.”

Ignoring his jibe about you, apparently, smelling, you teased back, “I wonder what all of your soldiers would think about you, their brave, strong, fearless General, putting aside time to cuddle.” It didn’t quite hit the mark when you burst into a fit of coughs that had you letting out a small whimper in annoyance.

“I think,” Cassian said, helping you get out of bed once you had caught your breath, “they would be incredibly impressed after realising I’ve had to deal with your stubborn ass for the past 300 years.”

You poked your tongue out at him but still gratefully took his arm and let him guide you to the bathroom when your head began to spin at the sudden movement.

Helping you to undress and then lowering you into the warm water, Cassian kissed the top of your head and said, “I’ll be right back.”

You could hear him moving about in the bedroom and you willed your eyes shut as you listened to him, deeply breathing in the steam and the smell of the soothing bath oils.

Cassian re-entered the bathroom, placing a pair of your coziest pajamas on the bench before kneeling behind you where he softly started to wash your hair. More than content to relax into the soothing feeling of his fingers working their way through your scalp, you lent into his hands and let your mind empty, only moving when you were prompted to “move forward a little bit” or to “sit up” as your mate continued to help bathe you.

Sleep started to wash over you again as the tonic kicked in, sensing this, Cassian helped you out of the bath, drying and dressing you, before he picked you up and carried you over to bed. He helped you lean against his chest so that he could comb through you wet hair, the only noise filling the room were the soft noises you made at the feel of it.

“You’re too good to me,” You sighed once he had finished, resting your head against the pillow as you watched him get ready for bed, “thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips, despite your protest of not wanting to get him sick, and asked, “Can I do anything else?”

“Hold me?”

“Always.”

You closed your eyes as Cassian’s arms wrapped around you, content on letting yourself drift to sleep with Cassian slowly trailing off beside you.

[koushuwu]

Did You Hear That?

minors, ageless and blank blogs do not interact.

pairing: Matsukawa Issei x reader (x Iwaizumi Hajime)

summary: Matsukawa is just the kind of person to accept a call during sex. and turns out, maybe both you and best friend Iwaizumi kinda likes it.

warnings/tags: AFAB!reader, established relationship, kind of voyeurism, kind of exhibitionism, v/ V/ soft dom tendencies, hair pulling, vaginal penetration, kind of phone sex (if you can even call it that).

word count: 1k

A/N: For some reason this appeared in my head at work, and I just had to write it. I literally just finished it and i’m straight on to posting. you’re welcome.

read part 2 here.

His phone buzzed on the bed beside you. With half a mind, you glance at the screen as it lights up in your face to see the caller-id reading “Iwaizumi”. It wasn’t new that he’d be calling Matsukawa at any time of day. But yet, your muscles tensed when you saw Matsukawa’s hand reaching for the phone.

“Issei–” Your voice came out strained and your own hands fisted in the sheets underneath you. Matsukawa simply laughed that low rumbling laugh as he picked the phone from the bed, the other hand still firmly holding your hips in place. “Please–”

“Hey,” Matsukawa cut you off, as he spoke into the phone. Angling his hips, a deep thrust into your cunt had you biting down hard to keep the moan in your throat from slipping past your lips. “What’s up?”

Matsukawa moved his hand to your ass, squeezing the fat of your cheeks. Rolling his hips in a steady rhythm, he slowly pumped his thick cock into you. In the dim light, you saw your knuckles turning white against the fabric, as you tried to steady yourself. Brace yourself against his pelvis, repeatedly rocking against you.

“I don’t think so, why?” Had you been at your senses full might, you probably would’ve wondered how he managed to sound so composed. His labored breathing suddenly steady as he spoke to one of your shared best friends. Maybe it did cross your mind. Gritting your teeth, you turned your head and looked at him. The bastard even had the nerve to smirk at you, when your eyes locked. As if testing how far he could go, Matsukawa snaked his hand around your thighs, fingers pressing against your swollen clit. Your mouth slacked and you didn’t manage to catch the gasp that tore through you. Matsukawa’s smirk grew even wider as he spoke into the phone, managing to sound only a tiny bit smug as he did so.

“Yeah, I think we could do tha–'' clenching down hard around his cock, you cut him off as he had to fight a groan that battled furiously to escape the prison of his throat. Leveling a glare at you, you smiled your most innocent smile. But maybe you shouldn’t have. Matsukawa swiftly grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed you down against the bed, pounding into you at full force, and for a moment you couldn’t stop yourself from worrying that Iwaizumi would hear the wet slaps of Matsukawa’s balls against your pussy through the phone. But then you didn’t, when Matsukawa spoke again.

“No she’s right here, why don’t you ask her yourself?” He said and your eyes widened. “A’right, hang on. I’ll put you on speaker.” A moment later, Matsukawa’s phone landed on the bed next to your head, as his pace let up, only just enough for you to be able to speak. Matsukawa pulled your head to the side enough for you to face him as he pointedly nodded at the phone. You swallowed hard as your eyes threatened to roll back.

“H-hello?” you managed.

“Hey,” Iwaizumi’s voice came through the speakers. “I was just asking Mattsun, if you guys had any plans next saturday,” he explained.

“Mhm–”

“Makki and I were going to see Oikawa’s game. You wanna come?” Your mind was spinning and you found yourself nodding under Matsukawa’s hold. His free hand pinched at your asscheek and you almost yelped out at the sudden stinging sensations. Then you managed to look at him and saw that same pointed look on his face. You’d forgotten to actually reply.

“Yeah,” you managed to breathe out against the linen pressed to your cheek. “I’d– I’d like that.”

“Cool.” You hoped that that would be it, but then Matsukawa’s finger found your clit again. “Call me when you’re done fucking so we can plan it, okay?” Matsukawa rubbed circular motions.

“Nah man, let’s just get it settled,” Matsukawa suggested, shaking you to your core with the soft rumble of his voice and the following laugh. A soft moan tumbled over your lips before you had the chance to stop it, which had your face burning even hotter than before, as Matsukawa rewarded you with a particularly harsh flick of your clit.

“You guys might be into this shit, but i’m not, so let’s just–”

“You’re not?” Matsukawa cut Iwaizumi off, challenge evident in his words.

“No.”

“Really? Because I heard the way your words just cracked at the end there,” Matsukawa pressed, cock still spearing you open over and over and again. “I heard the way it trembled.”

“Piss off,” Iwaizumi mumbled, and you couldn’t help the mewl that passed through the mic of the phone at the tone of his voice. At the thought of him enjoying listening in.

“Oh,” Matsukawa’s smirk was so loud it could literally be heard in his voice. “Did you hear that? She liked that. Do you want to hear her cum?”

“Issei–” your own voice cracked. You felt a familiar heat starting to build up in your insides.

“Mattsun,” Iwaizumi warned, but he still didn’t deny further, that he might actually be into this. He on his end knew that he should’ve hung up long ago. He’d known the moment Matsukawa picked up and he should have said he’d call back later. But he hadn’t.

“That a no?” Matsukawa asked. “Pity, she seems to be really close, aren’t you baby?” He said, directing the last words at you. Nodding your head in reply had Matsukawa pulling your head back harshly. “Use your words. Tell ‘im.”

“Y-Yes,” you whined. “I’m close.”

“Good girl,” Matsukawa cooed, but didn’t get to say anymore before you braved yourself and spoke again.

“Please– Hajime–” the sound of Iwaizumi inhaling sharply came through the speakers. “Want you to hear me cum.” You never would have thought yourself into this, but now that you were in the situation, your head was spinning and the coil in the pit of your stomach wound harder than it ever had before.

“O-okay–” He was breathless through the phone when he agreed.

“Can I– Please–”

“It’s alright.” Matsukawa picked his pace up just a little, and the moans kept spilling over your lips. “Tell her she can cum,” he instructed at the phone.

“Can I?” you whined breathlessly.

“Yeah,” Iwaizumi swallowed audibly around the lump in his throat. “You can cum.” 

And it snapped. It snapped in a blaze that had you seeing stars.

[licorice-tea]

The Way Things Go

Pairing: Kaku x reader

Content: strawhat reader, kaku calls reader “miss”, mild smut/ implied smut, sexual innuendoes and things, huge spoilers for water 7 and enies lobby!!!

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: probably 2-3 more parts after this one… but idk yet… he’s so sleazy actually and i’m OBSESSED. anyway hope you enjoy! oh and if you want to be on the taglist (for this one or any other fics of mine) i have a post about it linked on my pinned!

Part 1

As promised, you meet Kaku in the small harbor where the Straw Hats hid the Going Merry when you all first arrived to Water 7 earlier that day. He’s already there when you arrive, and praises the craftsmanship of the ship from a distance. You answer all his questions about the ship- or as many as you’re able to, at least. Which brings about the question of “Who takes care of the damages?” so you have to explain how you haven’t really been able to get any repairs as long as you’ve all had her.

The two of you board the Going Merry, only to find Zoro “sleeping.” He cracks an eye open as the two of you walk by and almost says something to Kaku, who’s a stranger to the swordsman, then sees you and simply shrugs before dozing off once more.

Kaku observes certain parts of the ship, like the mast and even the floorboards, eventually having assessed nearly every area of the deck. Then he asks you to show him below deck, which you do, and give him a tour of the various rooms. He mainly just checks out the port windows and things like that, until you’ve gone through every room in the lower levels- well, all except one. When you reach the end of a particular hall and then turn back without letting him in to the room behind you, he points and asks, “And what might that room be?”

“Oh, that’s just my room.”

“Ah… I’d hate to intrude but, I do need to see all of the ship.” He doesn’t. He already knows this vessel is past the point of no return- it’s a miracle it’s even floating on the water right now. However, Kaku doesn’t want to tell you that quite yet. He’d hate to disappoint you and…. ruin his chances. Plus, he’s a little very curious to see what your room is like.

“… Um, just give me a second then, ok?” You excuse yourself into your room, and begin tidying up at a shocking speed. It’s already pretty neat actually, but you still go around the entire room making sure nothing is out of place. Once you’re sure there’s nothing lying about that shouldn’t be, you open the door to find him leaning in the frame. “Sorry about that, you can come in now.”

“No need to apologize, miss y/n. Kaku slips past you into your room- “Gosh, what a treat!” he thinks. Like this little glimpse into your private space is really a view of your mind, too. He makes his way over to the port window in slow strides, taking the opportunity to look at all of your little trinkets and decorations.

“Nice place you’ve got here.”

“Thanks… I don’t usually bring guys straight to my room on a first date.” You mean it as a joke, but he takes it in full stride.

“Oh yeah? I guess I should count myself lucky then.”

“I… mhm.”

Kaku laughs, “So, maybe I’ll get extra lucky later on. “

“Sorry?”

“Don’t be.” He looks over at you, pausing his inspection of the port window and how stable (?) it is. “Just joshing you, miss, I should be the one apologizing for my… crude joke.”

You shrug and mumble under your breath, “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Oh?” He walks closer, trapping you in the space between your bed and the wall and himself. It’s barely enough room for one person to stand in if they’re perpendicular to your bed, since it’s just a narrow space. (You have a sort of rational fear of waking up to water leaking through the wall and straight onto you and your sheets, so pushing the bed out a bit was a natural solution.) “Not a bad idea, or not a bad joke?”

“Not a bad-“

He cuts you off with his lips on yours, it waiting to hear your reply. Kaku wants you, and he knows he won’t get much time with you between everything that’s about to go down with CP9 (unbeknownst to you.) It’s sudden, and already quite deep right off the bat. His head is tilted more than a person usually would tilt their head upon entering a kiss to compensate for the length of his nose, but he’s anything but embarrassed- so long as it brings him closer to you and faster, it’s worth the strain on his neck. You would giggle if you weren’t so caught off guard by how he seems to overtake all your senses in mere moments. As proof of the shock to your system, the immediate closeness of the kiss leads you to open your lips in a slight gasp. Kaku sighs contentedly before sucking at your bottom lip, and you to hum in surprise. His hands find their place on the small of your back, and the tips of his fingers travel up and down your spine. You accept him, letting him continue sucking and smothering your lips with his while throwing your arms around his neck. It’s all happening very fast- but you like it.

After a few moments he pulls away, breathing heavily with a thin line of saliva still connecting your lips to his. He swipes it away by brushing his thumb over your lips, and wiping it off on the side of his pants (though still holding around your back with one hand.)

“What-“

“I hope you’ll excuse my-“ he pauses due to his panting, “rushing into things.”

“Y-yeah it’s fine, I was just…” his lips ghost over yours once more, so close you can feel his breath fanning over your skin. “Surprised.”

This time, you’re the one to close the distance and tighten your arms around his shoulders. There’s an underlying sense of need, somewhere deep within you, that hadn’t been there when you’d first walked onto the ship. No, it was his actions and words- the way he looked at you now with such a want in his eyes- that caused this. Of course, you’d already been attracted to him, but you certainly wouldn’t have been the one to make the first move like he had so early on. Yet here you are, making out with a man you just met earlier in the day.

But then you feel his knee slotting itself between your legs, and whine before you come to your senses. You push down his thigh, “We can’t.”

“Mmph- why not?”

“I just met you.”

He chuckles, though it’s more evident in the shake of his shoulders than any audible laughter. “That would be a mighty fine reason.”

“Yeah… I- I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, y/n. Is it ok if I just call you that?”

You smile and nod. Two seconds ago his tongue was in your mouth, now he’s asking for permission to drop formalities- funny guy.

“Well, y/n, I don’t know how long you’ll be in town for, nor how busy I’ll be with work. I want to make the most of this time together.”

Kaku had known this was a bad idea from the start, in all honesty. But when Robin begged Spandam for safe passage for her crew-her friends- out of Water 7, and he’d seen your bounty poster along with the others, he was “struck by Cupid’s arrow.” And getting to meet you in person by coincidence was even better. He had fallen hard and fast, and now he wanted to keep things moving that way before you were gone from his life forever.

However, in fear of making you uncomfortable, he pulls away. Kaku makes it all the way to the other side of the room before you do something that surprises even yourself. You grab his wrist and walk backwards to your bed again, this time lowering yourself to sit on the plush comforter.

His hand interlocks with yours as you let yourself fall back completely. “You… are you sure, y/n?”

You nod. “I’m sure.” And, like the comedian you are, ask “Why? Do you not want to anymore?”

Kaku’s eyes roam over your body, all laid out just for him. His fingers trace your side and come to rest on your hip, giving you a gentle squeeze. “N-no, I want to. I want you.”

With the hand he isn’t inadvertently pining to the bed, you draw his face closer to yours so you can kiss him again. He exhales shakily and all but climbs on top of you, slotting his knee between your legs once more.

You pray, for Zoro’s sake above deck, that he isn’t too loud a lover.

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[ghosty-0w0]

MASTER POST

What up! Name is Ghost but moots and friends can call me Ghosty! Pronouns are any (Middle of gender crisis) and my sexuality is lesbian! Age: 15

Hyper fixations and tv shows I like:

Rottmnt, owl house, Loki, amphibia, bluey, Scott pilgrim, ducktales, good omens, Heartstopper, the amazing world of gumball and many more!

Sonas: ref sheet(old), Spider sona

(I’m calling it my ref sheet for now maybe I’ll do an actual one with like the full body someday)

100 DITYS

200 DITYS

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my pfp drawn by @chaos-potat and @qeelovestea

Art:

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Rottmnt human version refs: Mikey, Leo, Donnie, Raph

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drawing requests: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,

Sketch book tour: 1 and 2

Also I have a reblog account: @ghosty-reblogs-0w0

Rules:

•No nsfw and stuff like that I am a minor and it makes me feel icky

(Probably will update rules later cause I can’t think of any more)

My comics:

TIME TRAVELER LEO AU

Chapter one-the disappearance: Chapter cover, Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four

Chapter two- look the past to find the future: Chapter cover, Part one, Part two, Part three,

co author/illustrator is @taffycandyqt!!

Just trying to save New York City from the foot clan when Leo accidentally gets time traveling powers and disappears. What will happen next?

(On going)

A Ghost’s Farewell

Chapter one: Part one, Part two, Part three

Meeting a ghost isn’t all what it’s cracked up to be. Ref sheets of characters

Alex

(ongoing)

[sonderonpluto]

could we get nsfw/kink hcs for rangiku and yoruichi with a male! dom! s/o? please and thank you!!!

Hellooo, I wasn’t rlly sure how to write Yoruichi with a dom male reader, but I did do Rangiku, and I’ll probably post another one with her that’s kind of a oneshot & headcanon mixed together. Sorry for not being able to do your full request! I just wanted to go ahead and post what I had rather than taking years trying to figure out what to do for Yoruichi. I’ll probably attempt to write her with a male dom again later on. Thanks for the request!

PAIRING: Rangiku Matsumoto x Male!Dom!Reader

CONTENT WARNINGS: Smut, Vaginal sex, whatever else you want to call it, Degradation, Dub-Con, Edging, Face-fucking, male!dom!reader, sub rangiku, brat rangiku, Kinda possessive reader, Dumbification?, maybe other stuff i’m missing (please tell me if there is in the comments)

A/N: fun fact for some reason i thought you were talking about rengoku from demon slayer & in preparation of beginning to write i finally figured out that I COMPLETELY mixed up there names😭Also, this is my first time righting nsfw/smut so please have mercy on me 🙏🏽🙏🏽anyways enjoyyy

Rangiku is an attractive woman, and she knows that, so of course she’ll use it to her advantage to get something she wants. (Wether that’s you or new clothes from the world of the living.)

She finds that the best way to get you riled up is either by teasing you or making you jealous. Sometimes she likes to do both.

When you’re in captain meetings she finds it fun to mess with the other lieutenants: she’ll push up her boobs by crossing her arms or simply move a little too close to them.

They never entertain her because they know why she’s doing it and getting on your bad side just wasn’t something they wanted to do.

Whenever the meetings end you always quietly grab her and take her to your room.

“Fuck!” she moaned

You hit just the right spots to have her clawing at the sheets and running. You push her head into the pillows and thrust into her cunt from behind.

“You’re such a little attention seeking whore, touching over Abarai right in front of me.”

You fuck her hard and rough, just to get your point across. But she’s so dumb for your cock she probably doesn’t understand a word you’re saying.

When you’re really angry, you don’t let her cum.

As soon as you feel her pussy getting just a little too tight, you pull out. Maybe even cum on her back, to let her know you don’t give a fuck how much she cries and begs.

She likes when you do whatever you want with her, though she’ll never admit it. She foams at the mouth hoping you’ll make her suck your dick.

Use her throat like a flesh light and shove her head on your length. It’ll have her dripping in minutes.

Her favorite thing is for you to give her pussy a couple of spanks. Cmon, she’s been a bad girl and she deserves it. Slap her ass too, and make sure she counts each one until she’s reached a certain number. As soon as she loses track she’s gotta start all over.

[harrygoeswest]

Infatuation On A Mutual Level - Preview

You and Harry are housemates and are both secretly quite fond of one another.

Hello! Here’s 300 words of a little something I’ve been working on. I’m very excited and I’m really hoping to post on Sunday evening so long as I can get my shit together. As always, come talk to me!

~.~.~.~

You had a job to do today, anyway. The room next to yours had finally been rented, so you’d been tasked with giving it a proper clean before the new tenant arrived this evening.

You did need to eat, but before that you wanted to get the window open in there to coax some fresh air in.

Hauling yourself out of bed, you meticulously tidied your room the same you did with every morning, dressed in clothes appropriate for cleaning, and took the short step across the hall to the other room.

The door was closed which was unusual. You always left the doors to the empty rooms open with a wedge so they wouldn’t get stuffy from disuse. Maybe you’d opened the window yesterday and forgot? Had the wind closed it for you?

Shrugging to yourself, you opened it anyway.

“Oh,” your eyes widened, “fuck, shit, sorry.”

Inside, collapsed face down on the bed dressed with only a sheet was a man, near-naked in only a pair of boxers. You couldn’t see much of his features bar a mop of chocolate curls, a heavily tattooed arm, and a particularly nice arse beneath his pants.

He lifted his head, complete with a gorgeous profile, and peeled open an eye. A very green, beautiful eye. He made a confused, questioning noise.

The room was full of belongings, so this must be the new tenant and not some homeless person who’d managed to sneak in without anyone realising. At least you hoped.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were moving in later today. Sorry.”

“Friday.” He managed. A sleep-coated, groggy and somewhat delirious voice. It was delicious. You wanted to taste it.

“What?”

“Friday was moving day.”

“Yes. Today.”

“No. Yesterday.”

You looked at your phone. “Christ. I’m sorry. Isolation is getting to me. You don’t care. I’m sorry. I’m interrupting your sleep. I’ll go. Sorry.”

You pulled the door closed before you could embarrass yourself any further and then hid yourself in the bathroom out of sheer embarrassment.

If you never saw that marvellous-looking man again it would be too soon.

~.~.~.~

I debated just calling this Mutual Infatuation but what am I if not a slut for a long title?

[wings-of-sapphire]

Snow White rewrite

Hello loves, so I’ve been procrastinating this for a WHILE but I was like fuck it I’ll post what I have so far

Remember like fifteen years ago when I said I’d post my Snow White rewrite? Well, I want to get at least some of it out to get some traction going, especially since Disney’s live-action Snow White is coming out soon and I’m… intrigued to see how it goes.

Anyways, here’s my WIP rewrite— not finished, may be subject to edits later, I have reasons for what I’m doing trust me

Red as the Rose

A Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs rewrite (revamp? Idk)

Meet Snow Dysni.

Her stepmother is not the nicest person.

She’s never met her mother, as she died shortly after Snow was born, so she wasn’t exactly well-versed in motherhood knowledge. But she was pretty sure stepmothers aren’t supposed to kill you.

Some backstory.

Snow is the princess of the kingdom of Grimm. Grimmians are a wonderful people. At least, Snow assumes so. She hasn’t interacted with them much.

Her birth mother was allegedly murdered by an enchantress, and then her father sort of freaked out and banned all magic. All the neighboring kingdoms started to follow his rule, forcing all the magical creatures to go into hiding. Most fled to the Twists, a cursed forest full of the Wrathborne– nightmares come to life. Yeah. Magic, from what Snow has learned, isn’t the greatest.

But still, being cooped up in this castle all day isn’t really the life. Snow knew all the staff’s names by heart. But there’s no teens in the palace, and her only friend is this cat that roams the castle grounds sometimes. Snow named her Shanks. She brings Snow flower snacks sometimes.

It’s just meetings and being locked up in her room. Her stepmother says it’s unbecoming for a princess with such little social awareness to be among the people. Snow’s only meeting royals and nobles. Like today, a meeting with Isel, the eastern kingdom, and their prince, Florian White.

Snow talks with Florian. When he laughs, it makes something inside her bubble. Maybe he poisoned her.

Oh, no. He poisoned her!

The royal nurse clears Snow, though. I guess Florian can pass for now.

There’s also Huntsman, whose real name Snow doesn’t know. She tries to talk with him sometimes. He doesn’t really talk otherwise.

But one day, Huntsman tells Snow that he can sneak her out of the castle for a night. She agrees. Because obviously!

Huntsman takes Snow out to see the Grimmians. To see her people! Away from her stepmother. Queen Isla Grimhilde. Snow doesn’t know why her father puts up with her. She really doesn’t.

They end up in the Twists.

Snow asks Huntsman what they’re doing here.

He pulls out a knife and stabs her. Snow screams, blood splattering the floor. She hears a Wrathborne near, then something tackles the Huntsman. Probably. She can’t see anything, too blind from pain. White, searing pain. All she can think of is blood. Her blood.

Snow sees the Wrathborne fighting with the Huntsman. Snow gasps out in pain and starts to stumble away. She sees a cottage in the distance. She falls to the floor. She hears voices above her.

She passes out.

Snow awakens up to grumbling. Something about red on the sheets. She blearily opens her eyes. She see six noses poking out on top of the bedframe.

She tries to scramble up. Someone cries out. It took Snow a moment to realize it was her. Red-hot pain shoots up her back.

“Woah, woah, steady there!”

Snow stares at the man beside her. Er… child? Man the size of a child?

Oh. Dwarves!

“You’re dwarves!” she croaks out.

The dwarf laughs. He introduces himself as Doc, the eldest brother. He explains how their nephew found me outside, bleeding, and had to go, but notified Doc and his brothers about her. They treated her.

Snow tries to scream, but a hand claps over her mouth. Snow sees another dwarf in front of her. He looks like he wants her head.

“Quiet, lass! You’ll attract Grimhilde’s soldiers!”

“The heck I will! You’re illegal magicals! You should be arrested!”

“We saved your royal life! Show some gratefulness!”

Aaaanyways. The seven introduce themself. There’s Doc, the oldest and the kindest. Happy, who’s… happy all the time. Snow has a suspicion he may be on drugs. Grumpy doesn’t like her at all. Dopey— at least she thinks that’s his name… maybe it’s Mopey but that doesn’t seem right— is mute and signs. Snow unfortunately doesn’t know sign, so his brothers have to translate.

Uhhh there’s Sleepy. Mate, same. Sneezy… please stay away. Bashful Snow doesn't know much about, as he tends to stay away.

Apparently there was an eighth named Raspulstin or whatever… Snow wasn’t really paying attention. She’s too busy analyzing everything.

Magic was evil. Magic killed her mother. Magic is what creates the Wrathborne, the evil spirits of the Twists.

But these magicals… saved her.

[munsonology]

I know you like Eddie and idk if u like Steve but I keep seeing these steddie/reader fics where Steve is a sub and Eddie is a dom but like

Eddie is def a soft!dom at times, but he's a switch. First and foremost. Secondly, Steve?? Sure, rare occasions he can be a sub, but he is mean he is a bitch!! He is a dom!! He would totally get off on degradation and then during aftercare make sure you know he never meant those things and he loves u. Eddie is just mumbling and moaning the whole time incoherently, the only words you can make out is "feels so good" "good girl" 'fuck me" and "please more". But after? He is cocky as fuck acting like he wasn't just a second away from whining for one of you two to peg him

Bestie I love Steve! I know it doesn’t seem like it but I was originally a Steve girl but I think having the gap between season 3 and 4 I kinda stopped and then Eddie came and here I am lol

But you’re so right! Steve never gives me sub vibes only dom, especially after watching season 2. I think steve still has king steve tendencies so when y’all get together he’s cautious to let it show because you’re his perfect match, and he doesn’t wanna scare you away. He was a mess after Nancy, but with you it’s different he feels like he couldn’t go on without you so he’ll do everything to keep you around.

I think Steve could let you dom him but only for like 30 minutes 😭 he’d never let you have full control but I think you kinda don’t want to either the whole time?? Like you’d tie his hands to the bed posts in his room and he’d tease like “are you sure it’s tight enough?” And now you’re questioning your knot skills

And maybe at the 15 min mark you’re mouth is full with big dick Steve, one hand at the base and the other tickling his balls how he likes but you stop and blow some air on the swollen head of his cock like a candle and now it’s on and he’s looking at you and says “do that again and you’ll regret it kitten”

But 10 minutes later you’re lowering yourself on his beautiful cock, and he’s so big 🤤 you’ve never had to lower yourself without help before and you gotta admit you might need help. You’re barely past the tip, and now he’s looking at you with a little smirk “do you need help baby. Just untie me” but you pout “no I can do it myself” and he chuckles “it’s ok to admit you need help kitten” and he sees how you’re determined so he talks you through it, encouraging you to take more of him, you your cunt was made for him and no one else but it’s still not working so you give up “ok I’ll let you take over” and he grins and flips you over on your back so fast your head spins and he laughs “I untied myself when you went to change the cassette….now let daddy take care of you kitten” it’s about a year before you dom him again 😭

Eddie on the other hand is so switchy. I feel like he can switch mid scene too if y’all are playing like that. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, but like if you make him suck your strap (it’s a 2 sided dildo) but he sees how you moan when he tugs on the shaft that’s his opening!! And now he’s over you, one hand on your throat and the other on your strap fucking you with it and you don’t know how it happened so fast. One minute you had him on his knees, fucking him and jerking him off and making him blow you and now he’s taking your strap off and fucking your cunt wide open, taking a vibe (when did get that??? How did he hide that the whole time??) to your clit and forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you. The sheets are soaked from cum and squirt obviously and when he’s had his fill he tells you to open your mouth so he can make a deposit of spit as a token of forgiveness because he knows tonight was your night to dom. Yeah Eddie has tricks up his sleeves you gotta be careful with him 😭😭😭😭

[trainno4]

So I already mentioned I was trying to attempt to make an 8-bit Sprite of one of my OCs, but I technically already did this one time. Using MegaMan as a base, I made a sprite of one of my own OCs named, Anthem! And I’m really proud of how he came out! And wanted to try and make a full sprite sheet for him. I…never finished, but I still got very far, and made some neat animations for him. Making a sprite of Starfall kinda got me in the mood to sprite Anthem again…and I figured I could use a neat drawing to hand onto my wall…and I had old graph paper lying around…and you know the rest.

Anthem was new here, so I decided to add a quick little drawing of what he usually looks like next to the sprite. Maybe could be a little better, but it gets the point across. I also decided to add the version of Anthem’s sprite I made on the computer, but decided to make a neat new little animation for him. It’s not too crazy, initially I wanted him to be more animated, and move his body more…but I was on a bit of a time crunch, and figured keeping his body in a static pose was best for now. At the very least his face is plenty expressive like I wanted it to be, and I added a neat little smear frame! I’ll try to touch it up later though..but not “soon” later though.

Either way, my respect for sprite artists continues to grow the more and more I keep experimenting with this style…god I can’t imagine making 16 or 32-bit stuff…at all….

That said, I can probably post the other animations I made someday later too! But for now this is what I’m posting! Hope you guys enjoy! (And sorry again about the long post-)

[aphroditestummyrolls]

As part of my little WIP game, I can’t post a full chapter, unfortunately. It’s too long! And I want to wait for my beloved ao3 to finish the full story. But, for @kezzzx, who’s been so patient, here’s a section from the epilogue of Keep You Safe.

Wylan shrugged, still talking to their friends as if these songs were the most commonplace things. “There’s pieces that sound like you to me— when I see you, I think of them.”

“What’s Jesper’s then?”

Jesper could admit to a certain degree of self-centeredness— Tamar had practically taken the words right out of his mouth.

Wylan ducked his head, looking down at the black and white keys. There was a dimple in his cheek, and he turned an absolutely edible shade of pink all the way to his ears. He was so beautiful, sometimes Jesper could swear he heard music, too.

He bumped his shoulder with his own, sitting hip to hip on the piano bench.

“What’s mine?”

“Are you just going to stand there?” The music trailed off, back up that soft, lush scale as Wylan twisted to look over his shoulder. “I don’t bite.”

“We both know that’s a lie.” Jesper winked, already crossing the floor. “What if I asked very nicely?”

“I’d tell you to ask me again, later.”

“I’ll take you up on that.”

He was blushing— Jesper thought maybe it would fade once his merchling got used to him, but now? Oh, he’d do his damnedest to make sure he never stopped. That usual smile was tucked into his cheek as he glanced up from the keys.

Jesper sat beside him on the piano bench, just like the night before, and immediately leaned in. That pink skin just behind his ear was looking particularly sweet, and he couldn’t help himself. He kissed him there, tucked his arm loosely around his waist, and relished the way his shoulder fit close to his chest— Wylan hummed, tilting his head for better access.

Not everything changed when company left— Wylan was still Wylan, and Jesper could only pray to every saint that that would never change.

He wasn’t particularly worried.

“Who’s song was that, then?” He waggled his eyebrows. “One of mine? Possibly?”

Now that he knew, he would never drop it. It was practically an obligation for him to tease Wylan about it.

He wasn’t sure what he thought Wylan would do— shy away like he had last night? Make some excuse? He felt him tense along his side, and braced himself to be let down.

But, Wylan somehow still managed to surprise him.

“Possibly.” His smile was sly, and his eyes sparkled at him. Jesper wasn’t sure what he expected, but he’d thought he’d have to work a little harder for this.

“Really?”

“It’s not quite right, but—” He stumbled a little over the words, but Jesper was too eager.

“Play it again?”

Wylan blinked at him, fingers still on the keys. For a moment, he worried he might say no.

“Okay.” He was smiling, something new coming into his eyes. “Okay— it’s just, it’s more how I feel when I see you, than really you, I suppose, just…”

He trailed off, but he laid his hands back on the keys, and Jesper could feel the way his back shifted into proper posture. He took a deep breath, like he always did before the first note, and Jesper seemed to realize more acutely than before that there was no sheet music.

Wylan knew it by heart.

I promise as soon as ao3 is back, the chapter will be posted 😭😭😭

[aniflowers]

I present to you: Jin and Yins designs for my "Fire, Ice and Bone" Au, chibi style! XD

Whenever I'm to unsure about a character design, I first play around with it by drawing it in chibi style. Sooo much easier than making a full reference sheet illustration ^^ Anyways, about the designs!

In this AU, the twins actually split up after a disagreement. (You can read more about that HERE )  Yin joins team LBD, while Jin joins team MK. Both with the motivation that said team is their best bet to stay safe. As you'll notice with later designs, LBD's team is a bit more formal and old fashioned-leaning in outfits. So I based Yins design around that, and LBD's over all color pallete used in all of her and her allys designs.  (I even made a little inspration-board-thing, to use as easy reference! ^^ Maybe I’ll post it someday)

Team MK is more modern, so in an atempt to fit in, Jin just uses a hoodie from "a friend". To keep a low profile, and in hopes of getting the team to be less weary of him, he also uses a human disguis. His design will probably change the most during the AU, becouse SOMEONE in the group first decidet that he seriously need different clothes, and later becouse he becomes more comfortable beeing around team MK. So this is basically just his starting design xD

AU Masterpost

[eriquin]

The Prophetic D&D Game, Part 5

Since ao3 is down and I'm bored, I might as well post the next part of this, too. I figured out where it's going but it'll take a while to get there.

(master post)

Part 5:

It was a full month later before they had a player miss a Hellfire meeting. Jeff had an orthodontist appointment after school, getting his new braces adjusted, and wouldn’t be able to make it. So Eddie put away his Cult of Vecna notes and set out the character sheets for the mystery game instead.

“Looks like we’ll be delving deeper into the murder of Lady Grace,” he said. “I leave it up to you all. Do you wish to continue playing the characters you played before, or trade around for new ones. Maybe give Grant a chance to read through them all?”

“No way,” Mike said, grabbing at Joe’s character sheet. “It’s paladin time.” 

“Dude, you were just saying how he’s the worst paladin,” said Dustin.

“The worst paladin is still better than the best bard,” Mike said. “Oh, look at me. I’m so special. I’ve got a little lute and druid spells.” 

Dustin whipped off his hat and smacked Mike with it. Gareth had to put himself between the two of them and use his elbows to keep them apart. 

Eddie leaned back in his throne and grinned at the chaos. “I take it you’re going to continue to play Maya, Gare-bear?” he asked.

“Yeah, probably,” Gareth said. He got an evil grin on his face. “Unless you have a character sheet for Quinn hiding back there.” 

The smile disappeared from Eddie’s face. “No,” he said flatly.

“Aww, don’t want anyone playing your little Marty Stu?” Gareth teased. 

“What’s a Marty Stu?” Lucas asked. He was looking between the character sheets for Sadie and Caleb, with Grant leaning over his shoulder to read them as well. 

“It’s a Star Trek thing,” Dustin said with a pile of false confidence. “But it’s called a Mary Sue, see—” 

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie put his head in his hands. “Henderson, stop talking. All of you, pick some characters. Quinn is not playable. Gareth, if I hear the joke that I know you’re about to make come out of your mouth, I will eat your favorite D20. I think we all know how that will end.” 

Gareth gasped and snatched up the speckled green and black die from the table, clutching it to his hard. “Not Miss Jade the Faithful! You wouldn’t.” 

“You told me to get better threats. I have. Maybe I won’t eat her. Maybe I’ll just chew on her for a while.” 

While Gareth cradled his die protectively and Eddie made disgusting pretend eating noises at him, the rest of them picked out character sheets. Dustin and Lucas both decided to stick with their characters from the previous run, and Grant wanted to try playing Natalia. 

“Great,” Eddie said. “Let’s get started. First things first, we left off with Quinn agreeing to help you figure out who killed Lady Grace. But there’s the downside of him being actively hunted by the town guard. What do you do?” 

The players, minus Grant, had a quick discussion. “The alchemist’s house is still safe, right?” Dustin asked. “I mean, Caleb and Joe both made sure to clear out the guard’s records about it, didn’t they?” 

“They think they did,” Eddie said. He grinned. “Do you trust that it worked?” 

The freshmen looked alarmed at this information, but Gareth rolled his eyes. He leaned over to whisper something to Mike, and then to Dustin, and then gestured for Dustin to tell it to Lucas. After their game of telephone, they all looked at each other and nodded. Dustin spoke up again. “We’re going to tell Quinn to stay here, where it’s safe, while we head back to town.” 

Eddie paused for a moment to let them get nervous, and then nodded. “All right, then. Moving on.” He steered them back towards town, and they decided among themselves to go back by a different gate. This was well within his plans, so he rolled some dice to pick which character noticed it first. “Dustin, as you get back to the city, Gaten is almost bowled over by a trio of guards on horseback. They don’t notice him at all—”

“Well, he is short,” Mike said. 

Eddie glared at him. Mike shrunk back and grimaced. Eddie continued his description of the scene. “They keep riding through the crowd towards the southern quarter.”

“Oh!” Dustin said. “Maybe they have a lead. We should follow them.” 

The rest of the party agreed, and Eddie led them through a series of backroads that dumped them out of the southern gate of the city. He passed a note to Grant, then described the scene. The guards were blocking all passage along the southern road and keeping the crowd back. The party could see Natalia, Grant's character, at the edge of the crowd. They quickly absorbed her into the group and found a quiet spot to catch up on everything. Grant had extra notes about what Natalia had been doing up to this point, and he filled the party in about what he’d witnessed. 

“We were investigating the murder of Lady Grace,” he said, “when Logan, the other ranger with me, disappeared. The guards found his body a few hours later.” 

“Why are the rangers investigating a murder?” Gareth asked. 

Grant barely blinked at this. “Professional interest,” he said flatly. 

“How come you didn’t track Logan down when he disappeared?” Gareth asked. “Isn’t that what rangers do?”

“How do you think I got here?” Grant said. He gestured with his hand as if they were standing there in person. “He’s on the main road outside the southern entrance to town. We were by the main wall of the thieves’ quarter, which is in the—” He snapped his fingers and glanced at Eddie, prompting him for a direction.

“In the east,” Eddie said.

“I tracked him through the eastern woods to get here. The guards just found him on the road.” Grant let a smug smile creep onto his face. “I know what I’m doing.” 

Gareth held his hands up in supplication. “Okay, I yield. Do you want to fill us in on what you found by tracking?” 

Grant looked at Eddie, who pulled out his stack of note cards. “Roll against your wis,” Eddie said as he started to write. Grant rolled well, and he wrote out a little more information than he’d planned. He passed it over to him and went back to watching the game unfold.