#oh and ofc deciding on the bird for the bird au (and by that I mean trying to not just default to tomori lol)

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Man I rly need to catch up on bndori stories but also my brain has been running on fumes lately so I don't wanna even attempt to read a bunch of shit rn

[hectorthedoggo]

Mahiru decides it’s her turn to do the parenting of es (inno verdict au)

THIS IS SO BAD OH MY GOd but if you guys wanna read it i suppose food is food. i am going on hiatus after this one (if all goes well) (I do have ~1.8k of next fugue chapter done but... i don't like it...)

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start of character study fic that i never finished

When Mahiru was young, she had once found a baby bird in her yard. It had fallen from the nest, and it seemingly had nowhere to go.

It begged, yelled, for anyone to help it. Mahiru had excitedly taken it in, cradling it as gently as possible, finding all sorts of books in the library on how to take care of a baby bird.

As she had grown closer to it, in taking care of it, watching it grow, a new sense of pride came in. And, a new feeling, she would come to know, as posessiveness.

She didn’t hang out with her friends, instead opting to watch it hop around in her little homemade nest.

Eventually, her parents caught on, and explained to her, with slight horror, that she had done something bad.

But, they never explained what about it was bad. They didn’t let her outside often, after that incident.

But, she never learned from the incident.

It always stuck in her head, as she pined through reading romance, of the idea of one true love, one to fawn over until they both died, a love that lasted through trials and tribulations.

As the world threw more and more issues and expectations at her, she decided to latch onto that idea. Just as she had found that bird in her backyard, she believed it was fate.

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The next time she had met the bird from her childhood was with Ren. He was crying on the school rooftop, and Mahiru took one look at him.

She knew.

So, she softly introduced herself, asking him what was wrong.

The rest was history.

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He was dead. He was dead. He was dead.

The one she thought would stay with her, forever, gone.

And it might’ve been just because of her.

Yapping yapping

Milgram used to be empty. There used to be nothing, a sense of doubt. The INNOCENT verdict changed everything.

She realized how true her love was. How perfect it was.

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Okay guys so you have heard of overly-paternal Shidou. Now get ready for: overly-maternal Mahiru. (maybe in a fic). I just wanna explain my reasoning for believing in this so that it doesn’t seem sudden IF she gets like this.

Mahiru and Shidou are foils for a reason.

She’s in love with ‘love’, which can be interpreted as a lot. It could be interpreted as romantic, yes, but also platonic.

Yes, her guilty verdict didn’t do good, but imagine what an INNOCENT verdict would do. She would assume her idea of love is correct (it isn’t). (even with the guilty verdict, she kept kinda believing in love. *shivers*)

And, drawing from the bf was already suicidal mentality, that’s a sort of “i can fix him” mentality she took there. Like, finding an injured baby bird, and taking care of it to feel better about herself, despite accidentally ruining its future.

It doesn’t matter if it’s romantic in nature or not; she’s in love with the idea of taking care of sometihng.

That mentality would get WORSE. Because, I’m assuming she used love as a coping mechanism; which, would be expemplified in a stressful environment such as milgram.

I think they all need fixing, but guess who is ALONE. Guess who is young, pathetic, and not coping well with an environment they were forced into.

Guess who’s the equivilant of an injured baby bird. That’s right folks: Es Milgram.

I think it would start with minor things, like checking in with them.

And, they would want the comfort, they would crave it, but insist otherwise. She would figure out their craving, and OH GOOD LORD.

Someone’s not getting their complaints listened to (they don’t know better they don’t know true love_

She would fall deeper and deeper into her mentality of ‘they need my help, it’s so domestic’ ‘i’m useful this way’ ‘this is almost like my purpose’

I actually know someone who’s kinda like this (less intense ofc), but with dogs and children and says it’s kinda like this. So. i have some backing for this mentality.

She would enjoy taking care of them, too much. She would sing them to sleep, she would bring their meals, encourage them to rest, basically be an impromptu mother. (fluff except es is slowly watching their sense of agency and therefore get taken away from them)

But, she would also get a little exhausting to be around, to keep up with. They’re constantly getting their sense of authority undermined, but they’ve also become a little addicted to love

And that’s fitting perfectly into the gender roles she loves, too. She’s def vibing.

Eventually, it would get to be too much, and they would start locking their door unless they have a moment of weakness and open the door for her.

Which, would increase her relentless knocking. Mahiru’s known to be relentless in terms of her love (breakup ritual and shi)

I think eventually, they would give up, and simply let her in, asking her to leave them alone.

T2 she would get a guilty verdict because audience can’t deal with her.

And i think that would make her WORSE, like accidentally guilt-tripping them to why she got a guilty verdict; 

Es would have an emotional attachment to her (accident), and that would make things worse for them. Bc. guilty verdict

idk tho i’ll probably just gonna write some comfort scenes from this au. It would probably be called ‘nestling’ or smth like that :D es would get comfort but at what cost (sickfic cauesd by trying to stay away from Mahiru)

Adding on about traditional family roles; shidou could potentially also participate in this madness. He could end up being the mediator, like the “i agree but maybe leave this kid alone”

Meanwhile, this whole time, Es is trying to hold onto their sense of identity, they hate being ‘babied’. dumpsterfire

es just wants to be warden please stop adding them to the “new (unhealthy) family 💛🩶🩵” gc

#excuse to write a platonic yandere fic #because i really really wanna do that for like a period of 30 minutes then look back on it like tf why would i write thsi #would i be forgiven if i wrote a fic like that vote now on your phones # but would you guys gen wanna see this

Es weakly coughed, curling up on their bed, trying to ignore everything. Their eyes and nose leaaked, and they were utterly pathetic and fatigued.

There was a knock on their door. “Es? Es, can I come in? Sorry, you’re really worrying me…”

Please. Please, god, just leave me alone.

“Mahiru- please… go away…” Their voice was parched; they hadn’t wanted to go out and get water. Holing myself up seemed like the best solution, but…

“Es? Oh no, sweetie, you really don’t sound good. Are you sure you’re alright?”

Please leave me alone. “Go…”

The rapid knocking resumed. “Es, c’mon. Let me in… I’ll make you your favorite~!”

I’ve never had a favorite. I just needed the food.

Their head shot through with pain, and they let out a little whimper.

She gasped. “Oh no! You’re sick!” No shit, Sherlock. “C’mon, Es, you’re going to have to let me in… sickness can be very bad, if left alone like this! Y’know, just having someone with you can increase healing!”

I bet she read that in a magazine. She is right, though. I do need food, I do need to drink, I definitely need sleep.

I just… can’t. Not with her around. I was just trying to cut her off, to get her away from me. Why isn’t she going? It’s been 2 days, she’s literally slept outside of my room.

“Es?”

This feels like a horror movie. Please.

Another knock.

Something in them broke. I can’t take this anymore. I can’t die here, so I have to be dependent. Honestly, though…

They used the last bits of their strength to open the door, to let her in.

She looked like she had been crying, but immediately scooped their weak self up into her arms. I hate this. Please, let me go.

They didn’t have the voice to say that. It wasn’t as if she’d listen. She ran her hand through their hatless hair. “Wah! Es, I’ll just have to wash this. But I’ll have to feed you, first.”

Get away from me. I could’ve done that myself, it’s just… they shivered. I’m scared of her.

Hey, at least I understand her boyfriend a little more, a beaten up optimism pointed out. My opinion doesn’t matter. With that MV, I’m pretty sure she’s going to get guilty.

It doesn’t matter my opinion on the matter. It would be biased.

She kept cradling them, forgetting about their other basic needs, before they coughed. “Ah right! I’m so scatterbrained. Here, Es. I’ll lay you down, and bring the food to you. I’ll be right back with water, then I’m going to prepare the food!”

They didn’t know what to say. They didn’t know what to think.

She hummed, a stark contrast to the earlier desperation in her voice, as she moved them towards their bed, gently tucking them in.

“Alright, Es. I’ll be right back, don’t you worry!”

As soon as she left, they allowed themself some tears. I really don’t like this. This isn’t who I am. I can’t be doted on like this, I need to be working.

She won’t let me get a word in. I’m not sure what to think around her.

a/n: TOP FIVE ways to let a teen KNOW you LOVE them!!

Check in on them during their every waking hour

This is a sure sign that you love them. Really makes them feel seen!

(if they lock their door (totally by accident)) sleep outside their room for days on end :D

A great way to demonstrate care, and loyalty! Persistence is key!!

Make them lose their sense of identity

Don’t worry, they didn’t need it anyways! They don’t need to be warden!! That’s not important to you, and it shouldn’t continue.

Care for them when they get sick (totally not because they were trying to avoid interactions with you)

Teehee what are you talking about? It must be some outer source of stress!

It’s really fun when they’re dependent!! Cherish that!!

Don’t let them discourage you!

It only matters that you enjoy this love. They might be a little unreceptive, but they’ll warm up to you! It might just take a bit!

^ Make sure to repeat the first 4 steps to assure them you’re not leaving, no matter how hard they try!! They’re just misguided, dw!! :)

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The Firebird - Chapter 2

Pairing: Prince Paul (Catherine the Great) x OFC, fairytale AU

Summary: When Paul, a spoiled young prince, spots a strange bird in the forest near his palace, he impulsively chases after it, hoping to both escape from and prove himself to his disapproving mother. Thus he is plunged into an exhilarating adventure across a magical realm populated by enchanted princesses, dangerous monsters, and powerful wizards, an adventure that may change him more than he can ever imagine.

Chapter warning: none

Chapter word count: 4.2k

A/N: A note on the Russian names/pronunciation:

Paul's full name in Russian, Pavel Petrovich, is used for formal occasions. Pasha and Pavlik are short forms, while Pashenka and Pavlushka are pet names.

The princess's name, Zhara, is based on the Russian word for fire, Zhar (Жар). "Zh" is pronounced like the "s" in "leisure", or the French "j".

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 - A Princess Named Zhara

Paul had, in fact, seen a number of undressed women before, though perhaps not quite so thoroughly undressed.

But the flush of embarrassment that crept up his face was nothing compared to his utter perplexity upon seeing this strange girl.

"Who are you?" he said, once he found his voice again. "And what have you done to my bird?"

"Your bird?" she scoffed. She was still slumped over in the bush, her head resting on her arm. "What makes her yours? You didn't even manage to catch her."

This is some trick, surely, thought Paul. The bird hadn't really flown into this bush, and this young woman just happened to be lying here. But he hadn't seen the bird come out again... So it must still be around here somewhere...

"I was just trying to find a quiet place to rest," the young woman was saying, "and maybe find some clothes too. Is that too much to ask? I've been flying the whole day with a bust-up wing. But no, oh no. I had to have the misfortune of flying into the biggest cretin in the whole of Lukomorye..."

Ignoring her mumbles, Paul searched the grove and the adjacent meadow for any sign of the red-and-gold plumes, but there was none. The meadow, separated from the forest by a burbling brook, was large and flat. There was no bush, only smooth grass that spread all the way to the horizon where the sky still had a faint, pinkish edge where it met the earth, so he doubted the bird could have hidden there. He turned back to the grove, but here the curtain of darkness had lowered completely, and he could see nothing but the birch trunks shining pale like a brigade of ghost soldiers. It was too late to keep searching. Paul could feel fatigue settling into his bones, and decided to turn back. Perhaps in the morning, he could return with some servants. A wounded bird couldn't have gone far.

He went back to the thicket. The young woman had sat up. In the gloom, her hair had darkened to a mahogany shade, contrasting with the paleness of her skin. Paul was reminded of Eve in the Garden of Eden, and blushed again.

"Where did you come from?" he asked. "What happened to you?"

"Go away," she said, sniffling.

"There's a village nearby. I can raise an alert and get you help, should you need it."

"No one can help me. Just go away and leave me alone." She buried her face in her arms until her hair enveloped her whole body like a mantle.

Paul shrugged and turned away. It was likely that she was a peasant girl from one of the villages around Tsarskoye Selo, abandoned by a lover and too afraid to come home. Well, if she didn't want help, then it certainly wasn't his problem.

As he walked off, he couldn't help noticing how small and lost the girl looked, with her arms wrapped around legs that were drawn up to her chest and her head bent over her knees. Sighing, he unclasped his cloak and tossed it at her feet. She turned quizzical eyes to the cloak, then to him, but made no move to pick up the garment. Paul paid no more attention to her and went in search of his horse.

But something was different about the grove. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, only that it gave him the same otherworldly feeling he'd had when he'd first seen the bird. And then, as he walked deeper and deeper into the grove, he realized what it was—the grove was much larger than he remembered. After leaving the horse, he'd only had to run a few dozen steps to reach the thicket, yet now, despite having walked far enough that the girl was only a speck of white in the distance, he couldn't see the arch of the two crooked birches or his horse anywhere.

He kept walking and walking, but it was like walking in place, for the birches remained unchanged, and he couldn't tell if he had passed this tree or that already. The white trees almost glimmered in the dark, and he felt he was going blind after looking at them for too long. Eventually, he had to stop, too tired to go on, afraid that he would push himself to exhaustion walking in circles.

Was he lost? Was the grove really that vast and he had gone further than he thought? Perhaps the girl would know. He turned around, intending to go back to ask, and almost walked straight into the girl. Somehow, she had followed him without him knowing. She had donned his cloak, and her hair was pulled back into a loose braid, which fell to her knees. It was tied at the end with a string of dry grass.

"You're not from here," she said, before Paul could speak.

"What?"

"You're from Rus'."

"Do you know the way back to Tsarskoye Selo?" Paul asked. He began to wonder if the girl was at all sane. Though the royal household and the courtiers rarely ventured outside the confines of the Summer Palace, every peasant in the area knew of the court. Yet this girl didn't seem to recognize him at all. Her eyes shone with a strange light, and she was looking at him with a mixture of wonder and curiosity.

"There is no Tsarskoye Selo here," she said slowly, pronouncing the words as though unfamiliar with them. "See, this is not Rus'. This is Lukomorye."

"What?" Paul repeated. He was quite certain now that the girl was mad.

The girl sighed. She put one hand out of the cloak and snapped her fingers.

Paul jumped back, crying out in alarm.

The tips of her fingers had caught fire.

"I bet you don't have anything like this in your land, do you?" the girl said.

"What sort of trickery is this?" Paul whispered. He had seen fire eaters at feast days in court, but none of them had ever made fire come out of their fingers.

"It's not a trick."

The girl closed her palm, and the fire went out without even a puff of smoke. She snapped her fingers again, and again fire burst from their tips. Her fingers burned steadily like candles in the dark, illuminating her face so Paul could see the myriad of freckles scattering across her skin like stars on the night sky. The fire gleamed on her coppery hair and reflected in her eyes, which he saw were of the same golden amber color as the bird's. It was those eyes, rather than the unnatural flames on her fingertips, that finally convinced Paul.

"You're the bird," he said, comprehension dawning.

 "Oh, he's sharp," she said, mockery dripping from every word. "Here I was thinking you're just another nincompoop."

Paul was so shocked he even forgot to take offense at her impudent tone. "But—how—"

"I told you, this is Lukomorye. The land of magic. The Otherworld. Surely you know of us, as we know of you?"

Paul recalled the dreamlike feeling he'd been having, the childhood memories. "The land of magic. Like... in the fairy tales?"

"If that's what you call them."

He took a breath and tried to think rationally. "Prove it then," he said. "If you're really the bird, turn back. Transform."

"I'm not a shape-shifter," the girl said, closing her palm to put out the fire again. She clutched the cloak closer to her body as a shadow passed over her features. "I'm cursed, if you must know. I only turn into a bird during the day."

"That's convenient," Paul retorted. He was beginning to see how absurd the situation was and refused to let himself be swayed. "All right, if this isn't my world, can you take me back?"

The girl shook her head sadly. "I'm afraid I can't. Opening doors between the worlds is a very imprecise sort of magic. Most of the time it just happens. I was injured, and frightened, and must have opened one by mistake..."

Her words made no sense to Paul. He took a step back, as though by putting some distance between them, he could avoid being infected by her otherworldly air and keep his mind clear. He remembered how he had ended up here in the first place, his quarrel with his mother, and his usual anger and suspicion came surging back. "This must be some trick, some mischief meant to harm or confuse me, to make me seem unfit for the throne—"

Her eyebrows went up. "The throne? Are you some sort of prince?"

Paul drew himself to his full height. "I am. I'm Tsarevich Paul, Pavel Petrovich Romanov, son of Peter the Third, heir to the Russian throne."

The girl shrugged, unimpressed. "Well, none of that would help you here. Here, you're just another mortal." She ignored Paul's indignant spluttering. "I'm sorry, but there is nothing to be done now. It's late. Tomorrow, we can look for someone who can help you return to your world."  

Without waiting for his answer, she went over to a birch tree, tapped its trunk experimentally, and, leaning her forehead against the tree, whispered, "O les chestnoi (1), I thank you for this gift I'm about to receive." Then, with a bit of bark held in one hand like a bowl, she snapped a branch and put her bark bowl underneath to collect the clear sap that dripped from the broken bit.

"What are you doing?" Paul asked, astonished.

"It's too dark to go searching for food. This birch sap will have to do."

Her words reminded Paul of how hungry he was himself. He turned and walked away.

"Where are you going?" the girl said.

"Back to the palace."

"Haven't you got it through your thick head yet? Your palace isn't here! Nothing from your world is here!" He took no heed of her and kept walking, but not before he heard her mumble, "All right, get yourself killed then, see if I care." Then she added, with feeling, "Cretin."

Paul stormed through the grove, trying to ignore the sense of foreboding that grew and grew the longer he went. This was clearly all a mistake. He hadn't been paying close attention while chasing after the bird and had gotten himself lost; that was all. The horse must have bolted. And as for the fire on the girl's hand... it was a trick. It had to be. As long as he found his way out of this confounded forest, everything would be right again.

He was now far enough that he could no longer see the girl. The ranks of birches were giving way to oaks and lindens and other trees, meaning he was going in the right direction. His disappearance may have been noticed at the palace already, and at this very moment, perhaps a battalion was being deployed in search of him. Taking heart in this thought, he pressed on, crashing through the dense trees, trying to ignore the soreness of his limbs, unused to strenuous exercises, and the gnawing hunger in his belly. He tried, too, not to notice that the oaks seemed much bigger and older than he'd remembered and that sometimes he couldn't recognize the leaves on a branch that hung over the path or the flowers of a bush that he had to sidestep.

There was something else he tried to ignore as well, without much success. The forest wasn't as quiet as it had been when he was chasing after the bird. Now there were all sorts of creaking and rustling around him as though a tempest was brewing overhead, yet there was nary a breath of wind, and the crescent moon shone clearly, valiantly through the thick foliage. Strangest of all, the creaking and rustling seemed to stop when he stopped and pick up when he resumed walking.

"Who's there?"

Only the hoot of an owl answered him.

He started walking. The rustling started. He stopped. It stopped as well. Could it be the girl, toying with him? "If you're trying to frighten me, think again!" Paul shouted. He thought he heard a high-pitched noise that may have been the chirping of a cricket or the eerie, distant echo of some giggles. He picked up a rock by his feet and flung it, with all his might, toward the noise. It ceased instantly.

Satisfied, he continued on his way. The creaking and rustling erupted again, to a deafening degree, right by his ears. Paul stared back in horror. The trees seemed to be enlarging, blocking out the moon. No, it wasn't the trees... or was it? He couldn't say what he was looking at. A human form was rising out of the forest, but it still looked like a tree, with bark for skin, branches for limbs, leaves for hair, and moss for whiskers.

"Who dares to disturb the peace of my forest?" the creature bellowed in a voice that sounded like a storm blowing through the trees, showing a mouth full of thorns.

Paul staggered backwards, stumbled over his ceremonial sword, which he'd forgotten to take off after the drilling exercise, and went sprawling on the ground. This movement alerted the creature to his presence, and it whirled around to face him. Two spots of yellow light, like a pair of fireflies, blinked under the leaves, showing where its eyes were. It raised an arm as thick as an oak branch over its head, apparently with the intention of bringing it crashing down on Paul. Its movements were so lumbering that Paul would've had plenty of time to move out of the way, had he not been rooted to the spot by shock and fear.

"No, les chestnoi, wait!" The girl appeared by his side, her knees bent, arms outstretched in a pleading gesture. "He's with me! He's with me!"

The creature's arm paused in midair. Its phosphoric eyes dimmed slightly as it inclined its head, its tree-trunk neck creaking in a way that caused Paul to cower, thinking that branch was coming for his head.

"Tsarevna Zhara," the creature said in a softer tone. "Forgive me. I didn't know this—mortal was under your protection."

"He's not," the girl said, glancing at Paul with irritation. "But he is from Rus' and doesn't know his way around Lukomorye. Please, spare him."

The creature's firefly eyes blinked slowly, its moss-covered mouth working, grinding its thorn teeth, while it appeared to be mulling over the matter. Finally, it dropped its arm. "Very well, my lady," it said. "Out of respect for your late father, I shall spare the moral."

"Thank you, les pravedniy (2)," the girl said with a deep bow.

The creature returned her bow with more ponderous creaking, then turned and walked into the forest. It soon became one with the trees, with only the creaking and rustling fading into the distance as evidence of its presence.

The girl walked away as well. Paul found that he could breathe and move again, and he hurried after her.

"What in saints' names was that thing?!" he exclaimed.

"That thing is a leshy," the girl said, long legs moving in and out of his cloak as she strode down the path, "and you had better show him some respect, if you don't want him coming back for your head."

The word sounded familiar, though it took Paul a moment to remember where he'd heard it and what it meant. "A forest spirit?" he bleated.

"Yes. You're lucky he was in a good mood."

It was too much for Paul. Only a few hours ago, he had been arguing with his mother about the throne. Now he was walking through a forest that was both familiar and not, with girls that turned into birds and walking trees. It did not seem possible. He sat down on the path and gripped his head in his hands, as though by doing so, he could prevent his brain from melting and leaking out through his ears, which he felt it was very much in danger of doing.

The bird-girl, noticing his absence, turned back and stood watching him for a moment. Glancing up at her, he noticed there was still something birdlike in her posture, in the way she tilted her head at him, in the way she shifted her weight, never staying quite still. Eventually, she seemed to take pity on him and put a hesitant hand on his shoulder.

"I suppose this is quite difficult for you to accept," she said gently. "Let us find a place to rest for the night. Morning shall bring more wisdom."

Those words, so often encountered in fairy tales, calmed Paul, and that hand, so warm that he could feel it through his coat, revived him. He followed the girl back to the thicket, now bathed in the silvery light of the crescent moon. The girl handed him her birch-bark cup with some sap in it. Being too hungry and thirsty to ask further questions, Paul drank it straight down. It was only slightly sweet, with a mossy aftertaste, but refreshing. He could feel strength and clarity slowly returning to his body and mind.

"So if you can't return me to my world, then who can?" he asked.

"Probably the same person who could free me from this curse—Baba Yaga."

Paul dropped the cup. "Baba Yaga," he said. "Baba Yaga the witch, flies around in a mortar, lives in a hut with chicken legs, that Baba Yaga?"

The girl nodded.

"She's real," he said. It wasn't exactly a question.

"Of course she's real!" the girl said. "Only," she added, "no one has seen her in ages, and even if we do find her, she may not agree to help. But she's my only hope."

"And I suppose it was Koschei the Deathless who cursed you?" Paul said, intending it as a quip to show the girl that he wasn't completely ignorant when it came to Fairyland, but at the mention of Koschei, the shadow that had passed across her face when she mentioned her curse came back, and lingered.

"I guess you can say so, in a way," she said in a small voice. Her answer puzzled Paul, but she looked so miserable that he decided to hold his tongue.

"How are we going to find Baba Yaga?" he asked instead.

"Some say she likes the taste of Russians and can smell them from hundreds of versts away," the girl replied. "So perhaps she'll find us." She glanced at Paul's blanched face, a corner of her mouth lifted into a crooked, impish smile, and some of the shadow lifted from her face. "I'm joking. Some say she has gone to Vyriy."

"Where is that?"

"Nobody knows," the girl said. "It could be a mere thought away, or a year's trek on foot and horseback, or so far that one may travel for his entire life and still can't reach it."

"Of course," Paul said bleakly.

"Lucky for us, we shall not have to go so far. I know how to find Baba Yaga. Or rather, how to find a creature that can find her."

If she continues to talk in fairy-speak, I shall have to throttle her, Paul thought grimly. The girl seemed to notice his dark look as well, for she quickly continued, "Apparently Tsar Afron of Smorodina is in possession of a horse with a golden mane, foaled by Baba Yaga's own mare. His fortress is a few days' trek from here. If we can borrow the horse from him, it shall lead us back to its mother."

Paul nodded, relieved that there was now a solid plan. A few days he could deal with.

The mention of a tsar reminded him of something else...

"That thing—the leshy," he said slowly. "He addressed you as tsarevna."

The girl lifted her chin, her amber eyes glinting in the moonlight. "I am. Zhara Artyomovna, daughter of Tsar Artyom, heir to the throne of Arthania."

So they let women rule in this land too, a bitter thought came into Paul's mind, but he immediately felt guilty about it. After all, this girl—Zhara—had saved him from the leshy and even offered to help him, when she could have left him to rot. Almost as though she could read his mind, she smiled her crooked smile again. "I suppose that makes us equals, does it not? And it would not be beneath you to travel with me, would it, Tsarevich Paul?"

Her knowing, teasing smile only deepened his shame. "Are we to sleep here then, out in the open?" he said, scowling to mask his discomfort.

The girl was already gathering dried leaves and grass into a little bed for herself. "What do you require? Silk sheets? Feather mattresses?" she snapped. "I'm sorry Lukomorye cannot provide you with the comforts you're used to. This is all we have."

Paul wondered what sort of tsars they had in this land, when a tsarevna was no better than a peasant girl and thought nothing of sleeping on the ground. He was aware that this was unkind and scowled again, though this time more at himself.

"What about wild animals?"

"The leshy shall protect us."

"What about the cold?" Though it was summer, it was cool under the trees, and already he could feel the chilliness coming through his shirt. "Can we at least have a fire?"

The girl looked down at the cloak she was clutching about herself, then looked at Paul, who was rubbing his hands together to chase away the chill. "Oh, of course. But you'll have to gather the firewood. I can't do much with this." She lifted her injured arm out of the cloak with a wince. The wound was still weeping a little.

With a sigh, Paul got up and went around the clearing, picking up all the twigs and branches he could find. Zhara raised an eyebrow at the meager pile he brought back, but said nothing. She waved her hand over it, and soon, a cheery fire was crackling amidst the grove. "There. Good enough for you now, Tsarevich Paul?" she said, before returning to her bed of dry leaves.

"It's fine," Paul grumbled. Seeing that she still held her injured arm awkwardly by her side, he unwound the silk cravat from around his neck and wrapped it around her wound. Her skin was pleasantly warm under his fingertips. No wonder she didn't need a fire. She watched him with twinkling eyes but made no remark on his handiwork, and only said a quiet "Thank you" once he finished.

He went back to the fire and tried his best to make himself comfortable. He wondered if his absence had been noticed at the palace, or they'd simply shrugged it off and made a point to lock the doors from now on, as they had after he'd snuck out of the nursery when he was a child. He wondered if his mother would care.

Then he became aware of whispery voices and giggles all around him, soft, tinkling sounds that nevertheless hid a menacing note, like the wind blowing through broken glass. He opened his eyes and saw little flickers of light among the tall grass, surrounding them, moving closer and closer.

"What—what are those?" he asked, hugging his sword closer to himself.

The girl lifted her head and glanced at the lights. "Oh, those are the leshy's little children. Harmless creatures. They're just curious." She lay back down and promptly went to sleep.

But Paul couldn't sleep. The lights were now just on the very edge of the fire's halo, and he could see that they were indeed the same phosphoric eyes as the leshy's, only these were set on bodies that resembled toadstools or broken twigs and rotten leaves. He shivered, thinking how close he'd come to picking up one of them for the fire by mistake. Compared to the leshy, they were much lighter on their feet—if they even had feet—flitting from bush to bush, branch to branch, crowding, jostling, pushing each other forward, daring each other to get closer to Paul.

Then they began to sing:

Pavel, Paul, little Pashenka Scolded by his mama He runs away from home, he falls down a lane And no one hears from Pashenka ever again.

At this, Paul's fear was replaced by anger, and he picked up his plumed hat by the fire and threw it as hard as he could at those glow-worm eyes. "Shut up!" he shouted.

"Stop tossing things about, you ninny," came the girl's irritated voice from under the folds of the cloak, "and go to sleep."

The lights scattered, leaving behind a peal of burbling laughs that soon faded into the murmur of the stream. Paul lay still, listening to the sounds of the forest for a long, long time, until eventually, exhaustion overcame him, and he slept.

Chapter 3

1. Les chestnoi: honorable one of the forest. 2. Les pravedniy: righteous one of the forest.

[jacenotjason]

*slowly appears from the void*

Would it be alright, if I requested some Fun Facts about Ma? I am so very curious and I wanna hear all the things about the characters-

Hey how did you do that? Ma facts? Oh sure >:D *throws goldfish into the void*

Funfacts n notso funfacts round with Ma!

(HERES THE AU!)

Fun Facts

She’d pierce more of her if she could, but.. ya can’t really pierce a bird? If i drew her in a human au she’d have WAY MORE piercings!

SHE CAN FLY! She just doesnt like to lol

Her hair isn’t naturally that neon rainbow, its black underneath! She regularly bleaches and dyes, usually in the company of others bc its always funner, and you need someone to check the back!

Ma is a mix of birds, but she’s mostly eagle!! Thats where she gets her big ol talons!

Her talons are really sharp! She always tells ppl to mind them when they’re close. (Aa i can imagine her saying that actually “I’m so happy you decided to-, watch the talons, sugar- come over today”)

She has a leather bag with spikes that says “PUNK MOM” in bright green, its her ma bag >:D she carry’s snacks, first aid utensils, and medication! Mostly anxiety medicine or pain meds.

She is the tallest neighbor, beating Barnaby by about half a foot

She went to Mother Mary’s School for Problematic Boys, after she came out. She was sent at 17

She met Barnaby there ^ she was astonished by how brainwashed Barnaby was, since he was sent there so young he was so accustomed to all the teachings. Poppy decided she wouldn’t just escape, she’d take Barnaby with her!

In the school, everyone went by their last names. (Adults called the kids “Son ____” and kids called the adults “Mother ____” and “Father ____”, kids call each other “Brother ____”. They thought they were a big family, basically. Its a very stereotypical cult.) which explains why Barnaby doesn’t know her deadname! He called her “Brother Partridge”, when they escaped they traded their real names, and ofc ma said to call her Poppy

Poppy calls her parents every year or so, (“just makin’ sure they’re still bigoted. Aha, just kiddin’, I don’t have to check.”)

I like to think Ma has a southern accent. I don’t actually know where she would’ve developed it, but it fits with the mom vibe ok?

She’s horrible at baking, but AWESOME AT COOKING. Like go to her house every thanksgiving. Not even, go for dinner she’ll happily cook you some heaven sent meal im serious.

Poppy was originally going to be completely greyscale, no neon whatsoever. I changed it bc it looked way too gloomy and.. bad.

Poppy would happily say yes to a “Hey Mister*” (*teens standing outside a store and asking adults to buy them alcohol/cigarettes. This literally never works, but Ma would get u some as long as u promised to be safe, and might even make u party at her house)

Not-So Fun Facts

Ok some context for this one: Barnaby was going to be killed by the cult. Before a sacrifice or killing someone that stepped out of line (thats what Barnaby did) they down a cup of wine to cleanse themselves before taking a life. Poppy knew they’d kill Barnaby and poisoned the wine. She pretended to drink it as everyone else did, and bit her tongue as she waited for it to work. If it took even just a few more seconds to kick in, Barnaby would’ve been killed

The poison wasn’t lethal, in Poppy’s words, “they’ll shit weird for a week and vomit more then a tween with bulimia, but they’ll live.”

If it wasn’t obvious her parents are transphobic

I don’t have a lot of notso funfacts for Ma.. shes doin ok <3

[mellybouboulove]

My guardian angel🤍𓆩♡𓆪☁️

Chapter 5

Plot summary: Drug Dealer Ellie Williams X OFC slowburn fic, out of universe and takes place in college, set in the 2000s. Smut content to come.

previous: Chapter 4, next: Chapter 6,

Tags: #wlw #sapphic #drugdealer!ellie #modern!ellie #tlou #slowburn #smut #fluff #tlouau #au #modernau #drugs

CHAPTER 5

The morning after, I woke up feeling way better and noticed a bunch of plastic bags to throw away near the door. Ellie was cleaning my house again. 

- What are you doing? - I’m just making sure you don’t have easy access to alcohol for now.  - Are you crazy, do you know how much all this costs ? Why are you doing this? - I have my reasons.  - And what are those reasons? Ellie’s behavior wasn’t normal, she doesn’t even know me but randomly decided to save my life, something was weird about it. - It’s a long story. She answered 

I sat back down on the sofa, signaling I was ready to listen. She let out a sigh and wiped sweat from her forehead.

- I’m not really in the mood right now Maya, I will put the bags outside and take a shower ok? - ok. 

While she was taking her shower, I decided to bake a chocolate cake for her. I prepared coffee and set the table. When she got out, I took the cake out of the oven and put it on the table. I wanted to show her my gratitude and make her feel more comfortable to confide in me. She looked surprised and joyful when she saw what I did. She thanked me, smiled and we both sat on the couch. 

- It’s really good, you’re a great chef! - Thank you, glad you enjoy it! Thought you might be hungry after all this cleaning. I was feeling that she was still embarrassed about my last questions. - Yeah you guessed right. She answered in a cold tone. - It just occurred to me that I don’t really know much about you. I know you’re a drug dealer, I know you’re very caring of random girls in distress and I know you’re scared of big roller coasters. You saw the ugliest parts of me, I think it’s only fair if you tell me a little more about you. - Yeah you’re right, when you put it that way it actually sounds creepy. Ok, okay what do you wanna know ? - Do you have a good relationship with your parents? I started. No, my mom is a violent alcoholic and sick old lady who’s only dating violent alcoholic men. I ran away when I was 16, shortly after starting as a dealer and making enough money to live on my own. - Oh.. I see. I’m sorry you had so many struggles at such an early age. At least it’s behind you now. I didn’t really know what to say about it, it explains a lot about her behavior. - No, I have a little sister. Step sister. - How old is she? - 6, she’s still with my parents that’s why I send them money every month and still visit from time to time; to make sure she’s ok and also to pay for the hospital bills and treatments for my mom.

Ellie looked sad after opening up about her family to me; I didn’t really know what to add so I took a seat closer to her and hugged her. She instantly welcomed me in her arms and we remained in silence for a short while. I thought I should try to change her mind and bring her outside to take some air. 

We took a walk hand in hand to the park next to my house. It was a very warm and sunny afternoon, the kids were playing, the dogs were running, the families were laughing, the birds were singing; the green grass we were laying on was fresh. We started to point and comment on the shapes we were seeing in the few clouds that were moving around the big bright blue sky above our heads. I used to hang out in this park a lot with Emily and Jonathan. I still can’t believe our friendship blew out in this accident; everything was going fine, we were planning to go on a trip for spring break together; now I don’t even know if Jonathan will be awake by then. I still can’t chase all these thoughts and the big hole the sadness is causing inside my chest but Ellie really helps me handle it. 

I turned my head to contemplate her face as she was closing her eyes, taking in the warmth of the sun that was making her face glow. I could see all her pores, her freckles and the red undertones of her hair were so much more vibrant under the light, her skin was smooth and clear as a baby’s face. I placed myself closer to her and opened her arm to rest my head on her chest. She has had such a hard life already and she seems to have a lot to handle, I really can’t put my finger on any reason that could justify her interest in me. Why would she waste her time to help me? We barely talked at the party and to be honest, I thought she wouldn’t even remember me after that night. 

-You still haven’t answered my question.  -Which question? She answered, her eyes still closed. -Why are you doing all this ? I mean why are you helping and caring for me? 

She opened her eyes letting out a small sigh before redressing herself to sit; I mirrored her movements. 

-3 years ago, I was dating this girl. I had issues, she had issues, we both ran away from our parents as teenagers and were trying to make it on our own.  At first, she was looking for drugs and I was selling it to her. She was just a client but she solicited me a lot and we began to talk outside of business and  shortly after we started dating. Everything was going fine at first but dating your drug dealer is never a good idea. She became more and more addicted, we were always fighting over anything. I knew if I didn’t give her the drug she would leave me and I didn’t want that so I kept on giving her what she wanted from me. But we really did love each other. Anyway; one day I was at work and she kept calling my phone. She did that all the time when she was out of drugs or when she was getting paranoid about me cheating on her every time I was outside the house. As I was used to it and was already on my way back, I didn’t pick up. Then I finally made it home and that’s when I found her. Her dead body laying on my bed with vomit all around her face and half her pills still in her hand. She died because of me, I shouldn’t have kept on giving her drugs, I should've helped her, I should’ve answered the phone, I should’ve been more present. Anyway, I don’t know, I guess I want to make things better this time. I know what you’re going through and I understand the guilt you feel, all the blame you put on your shoulders and I think we could help each other. 

It took me a minute to process everything she just told me. 

-Thank you for telling me all that, I see that you trust me so I know I can trust you too now. If you need anything ask me, I want to be here for you like you’re here for me you know. I hope you managed to heal from all of this; I can't imagine how hard it must’ve been for you. I’m glad you’re willing to get better and it’s now a little more clear why you’re so eager to help me but I am not her and I will try my best not to be. I want to get better and I'm sorry for making you go through this again yesterday. -Thank you, you’re the sweetest. I'm glad we had that talk, you can always count on me. 

We remained in silence again until we heard the melody of an ice cream truck passing by and saw all the children running after it. We looked at each other at the same time and smiled as we knew we just had the same thought. We walked towards the truck and Ellie got us two ice creams. I took a stracciatella flavored ice cream and she took a strawberry flavored one. 

We continued to walk along the lake that was in the middle of the park, petting each dog we saw. We sat under a tree, my head resting on her shoulder as she rolled a cigarette that we shared. She was caressing my hand with her thumb, I looked at her and our heads were getting closer, pulled by a natural force to one another until our lips collided and we began to kiss passionately.

[romancingdaffodils]

Pictures and Portraits

part 2 :)

AHHHHHH!!

artist!wilbur x reader

thank u jade and lilly for helping me out with writing how to paint :)

and ofc jade for naming it !!!!!

I HOPE U GUYS ENJOY THIS PART TWO I GENUINELY LOVE THIS AU SMM

real ones order hot chocolates from cafes

You were stood outside the café, waiting for Wil. He wasn’t late, you were ridiculously early. You felt a little stupid, all dolled up to go to a cafe. You couldn’t help it, you so desperately wanted to impress Wilbur. He had appeared a little early too, a soft smile spreading across his face. You looked so perfect, he thought so anyway.

“It’s freezing, dove, how long have you been here?”

Your stomach twisted, he’d called you ‘dove’ again. You didn’t really know why he was so kind to you. Or why ‘dove’ was making you so flustered.

“y/n?” he spoke again, smirking down at you. A soft laugh left his lips, it was teasing. You didn’t mind.

“Um, not long.” you lie, you lie so clearly.

“Yeah? You’re not a great liar. Come on, let’s go inside.” he responded, pushing the door open. He then led you toward a table in the corner, obviously familiar with the place. Two armchairs, sat across from each other and a small coffee table placed between. It was so pretty. It was so Wilbur. You both sat down, looking at each other and smiling.

“This place is so cute.”

“You think? It’s my friend’s. This is actually where we have our lovejoy meetings.”

“Lovejoy?”

“Oh, that group of artists.”

“Oooh! This seems like a fitting place to meet.”

“Yeah, it was Ash who found it actually, we ended up befriending the owner. Um, if you look over there, the- the library painting. That’s mine. The one next to it, that’s Joe’s.” he said, pointing across the cafe. He turned his head to look back at you every few seconds, he makes a mental note to tell you how gorgeous you look.

“Wow.” you said, completely in awe at the talent that was displayed across the walls.

“Wow indeed.” he wasn’t looking at the paintings, he was staring directly at you. “You look - irresistible, by the way.” he added, eyes never leaving your face once.

You took in a sharp inhale, and almost screamed. He’d used the same words you had described his art with. He thought you were far more beautiful than any painting he could create.

“Thank you.” you mumbled, not meeting his eyes. “You look, very nice, too. Handsome even.” you said, more clearly this time. He brightened up in response, smiling wide. His eyes wrinkled, he looked perfect.

“Thanks, dove.”

You giggled, he laughed.

“Where’s that come from? ‘Dove’?” you asked. You knew that he knew it was completely eating you alive, that your stomach was doing 360s and your face was getting hot. He never once mentioned it. Though, you had a feeling he would soon tease you about your state.

“I hadn’t quite finished the sketch when you saw it. There was a pigeon behind you, but that didn’t feel very romantic. I decided on dove instead.” he explained, he was attempting to stretch out his legs. It ended with him having to push his chair back, you laughed.

“They are both birds.” you said, smiling wide at him. You weren’t going to give him the pleasure of a reaction anymore, or at least you’d try not to.

“Do you want any food?” he asked, turning round to look at the menu. It was scrawled on blackboards above the counter.

“Share a cookie with me?” you offered, looking at him. He nodded, standing up to go and order.

“And what drink?”

“Hot chocolate…?”

“Okay.” he responded, before quickly walking to the counter. You hadn’t noticed how quiet the cafe was before, you were too infatuated with Wilbur. There were a few other people dotted around, most alone reading books with a big mug of coffee. You could imagine Wilbur sitting in here, trying to look for inspiration. It was a very Wil place.

He returned a few moments later after a brief conversation with the barista, he was holding a plate with the cookie on it.

“She insisted on bringing our drinks over herself, got the cookie though.” he said, as he placed down the cookie. He sat down and looked at you, smiling. “I got you something, by the way.” he added, still looking at you.

“Oh? You did? I’m sorry, I didn’t get you anything.” you said, looking a little guilty.

“That’s okay, I didn’t ask you to.” he replied, reaching into his bag. He fumbled around with whatever had been shoved in there before pulling out a piece of paper. He slid the piece of paper across the table, you picked it up with out thinking. Turning over the paper, you were greeted with an incredible drawing. It was you. Your heart was about to burst.

“I’m sorry if it doesn’t look right, when you sent me the picture last night I couldn’t not. I mean it when I say you’re gorgeous.” he said, tapping his leg. He was so nervous, you made him so nervous.

You were awestricken. “It’s perfect, Wil. You’re so talented. Oh my god, how do you do it? You make me look so, so-“

“Captivating?”

“Exactly!”

“It’s because you are, love.”

“No-“

“Yes. You are. You’re so enchanting, the worst part is you don’t even realise it.”

“Your artwork is incredible.”

“Thank you.” he replied, looking over to the woman who was now walking toward you with drinks. You hadn’t noticed yet, you were admiring the paper in your hand. It was a picture you had sent whilst explaining how to use your camera.

“Here’s your drinks. I’m Shelby by the way.” the barista smiled at you, placing down your hot chocolate and Wil’s tea. You finally looked up to the barista, ripping your eyes away from the drawing. You decided you would frame it, it was too pretty not to. The barista was gorgeous; she had a big smile and eye-catching hair.

“Shelb owns the cafe, she’s the reason we have our meetings here.” Wilbur added, looking over to you. You were still in some sort of daze; you just continued to smile at Shelby.

“I’m y/n.” you said, placing Wil’s drawing down on the table. The paper was far away from any drinks because, you would much rather die than damage the artwork.

“Oh, trust me. I know.” Shelby said, her face had morphed into a cocky smirk. You didn’t understand what was going on as Wil’s face gained a pink tinge and Shelb laughed.

“What?” you questioned, convinced they had some inside joke at your expense.

“Nothin-“ Wilbur began before he was quickly shut down by the girl.

“Wil hasn’t shut up about you since you met. It’s been nonstop since yesterday. Wait until you meet Joe, he’ll tell you all about it.” she said, before quickly making her escape. Wilbur did not look happy. You laughed and smiled up at him, finally having some leverage over the man who made you so incredibly flustered.

“Don’t look at me like that.” he said, deadpanning at you. He thought your happiness was cute really.

“Look at you like what?!” you asked, feigning offence and cluelessness.

“You know exactly what you’re doing.” he stated as he moved to pick up his tea. You smirked at him and he raised both his eyebrows, a sign of ‘you’re treading on thin ice’. “So, dove, tell me, are you free tonight?”

He had the upper hand again, you felt as though you were about to melt into the seat. To be honest, you wouldn’t have minded.

“Yes, I am.”

“Come to mine, please? I need a model.”

“A model?”

“Yes. I want to paint you. It’s fine if you don’t want to.”

“No! Nono, I want to. I, just, are you sure you really want me to model?”

“Y/n, you’re sat here, all dolled up. It’s a tiny café, it’d be a waste if you didn’t let me paint you. I never want to forget how gorgeous you look.” Wilbur replied, shrugging his shoulders. Leaning forward, he grabbed his mug of tea and took a few sips. He looked directly at you, so much so you were sure he could see into your soul. You felt completely smothered in adoration, as though he thought you were the prettiest person in the world. He did. You also picked up your drink, trying desperately hard not to get the whipped cream on your face as you took sips.

You ended up saying in the cafe for an hour and a half. You’d argue it was the best hour and a half of your life. Wilbur had paid, and then led you out of the cafe and towards his own flat. He had hold of your hand.

Wilbur. Was. Holding. Your. Hand.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire. Feeling your intertwined fingers sent a tingling sensation across your body, it was incredible. Wilbur was so insensitive, how dare he be so nice to you. So sweet. You felt undeserving of his care, he felt the same way of yours. Two idiots, walking down the street after the best date of their lives. It was so perfect. Undeniably perfect.

Upon arriving at his flat, he dropped your hand to open the door. There was a small look of regret in his eyes, you smiled up at him, it was gone.

“Sorry about any mess.” Wilbur said as he pushed open the door, and flicked on the lights. It was so cozy. Shades of amber, brown and beige swirling together in his living room. You noticed the odd bit of green and yellow.

“Cute.” you said simply, looking over to Wil who was making his way over to a different room. You followed him through to the room, you were met with paper stuck across the walls. Unfinished paintings and drawings, some finished sketches awaiting the artists brush. An easel stood lone in the centre of the room, a canvas ready to be graced with his masters work. A canvas ready to be graced with you.

“It’s actually messy in here, you can sit on that stool.” he laughed lightly after he spoke, stacking up paper as he cleared off the counter tops in the room. He moved the stool towards you, directly in front of the easel. “It might take a few hours, you sure you’re alright with it?” he questioned, head tilted as he looked over to you, pallet in hand.

“Mhmm!” you replied, nodding your head as you took a seat on the stool. You tried to sit as comfortably as possible whilst still looking pretty. Wil laughed and shook his head, walking over to you and repositioning you. He tilted your head, hand delicately cupping the side of your face. His thumb stoking your cheek, an action that probably lasted too long. He dragged himself away, literally, as he decided that you were sat correctly. “Comfortable?” he prompted, moving back to his canvas.

“Yup..!” you could barely muster up a response. He had handled you like porcelain, as if he could break you at any moment. He probably could. You didn’t mind though, you didn’t mind at all. You were sat on the stool, knees pushed together and head facing the corner of his room. You had a view of some of his sketches, you couldn’t believe he hated them.

“Good.” he hummed, beginning the rough sketch of you. You could barely see Wil, but made do with the little flickers of him you could grasp.

After about ten minutes of sketching he picked up his pallet, laying down the colours he needed. “I need to get new paints, they’re down to their last life.” he said, squeezing the near empty tube. You laughed, attempting to keep as still as possible. “I’ll let you know when you don’t have to be like a statue. It shouldn’t be too long, just as soon as I get the colours blocked out.” he added, content with your hum as a response.

Your eyes moved around as you watched him paint, the brush stroked elegantly against the canvas. He looked breathtaking. His hand was steady and his eyes were narrow, pure concentration. Every so often, when he looked up to you, his reference, your eyes would meet. He’d give you a smile and continue his work. Biting down on his lip, he moved slowly and carefully. He moved with the same care he had shown you before.

After three hours of precise actions and small conversations, he was finished. He took a few steps back, checking the artwork matched his gorgeous muse. He smiled. “We’re done, dove.” he said, looking over to you. He said it as though it were a joint effort, you knew he had done all the hard work really. You moved your head and smiled at him, obviously tired. His eyes flicked around your face, he tilted his head trying to read your emotions.

“I’m hungry. But, let me see!!” you replied, you had almost forgotten what the past three hours had been spent doing. You’d zoned out whilst watching Wilbur work, off in a land of daydreams. Day dreams that definitely weren’t about him.

“We can get food.” he replied, before turning round the easel. Truthfully, he was scared you’d hate it. That you’d insult him, and his work. You didn’t. You would never. You were at a loss for words, completely taken aback by how astounding the painting was.

“Oh, Wilbur.” you began, looking up at him. You admired both him and the art work, how had you been so lucky. “It’s incredible. Words can’t describe how perfect it is - how perfect you are.” you continued, standing up and looking more closely at the canvas.

“Really?” he said, smiling down at you. He’d moved round the easel to stand next to you, he didn’t look at his artwork, only at you.

“Really! Oh, look at it Wil. So pretty.” you replied, a wide smile plastered over your face.

“So pretty.” he repeated, his eyes not leaving you once. “y/n, I’d really like to keep seeing you. Um, can we go out again, maybe like Saturday?” he swallowed after speaking, once again you had made him nervous.

“I’d really like to keep seeing you too. I should be free on Friday, what would you like to do?” you were in disbelief. Someone genuinely liked you, and that someone was Wilbur. Wilbur liked you. You turned to face him, your smile not faltering once.

“We’ve got an exhibition on, I’d love it if you came. They tend to be quite boring.”

“So I’ll get to see more of your work?”

“Of course. I won’t be selling this, by the way. Would you mind if I kept it?”

“I wouldn’t mind at all.”

Wilbur continued to look down at you, something different in his eyes. You couldn’t pin point what he was feeling, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. A knock at the door interrupted the moment, he frowned and mumbled something. You didn’t hear what he had said, simply following him through to his living room. “You can sit down.” he offered, walking toward the door and opening it. He was met with the faces of a few of his friends, Joe having been the one who knocked at the door.

“Hi Wi-“ Joe started.

“It’s 8pm, what do you want Joe?” Wilbur questioned, not opening his door fully. You were just out of view, not that he was hiding you. It was just, selfishly, Wilbur wanted to keep you to himself for as long as possible. You’d meet them at the exhibition, you didn’t need to meet them now.

You laughed, Wilbur smiled. His mouth quickly returned to a straight line as he looked down at his friends.

“Well, we were going to ask if you wanted to go to the pub with us. But, clearly you’ve got company already.” Joe’s tone sounded teasing. You could practically hear the smirk on his face, Wil shook his head.

“Yeah, I have company. Thanks for asking though.” he replied, his voice flat. Shelby must’ve told his friends that you two had left together, that was the conclusion he had coke to. “Okay, bye everyone.” he added, going to close his door.

“When will we meet them?!” Mark protested, you didn’t know their names yet, but you could hear the different voices.

“Bye.” Wilbur repeated, and closed the door on them. He shook his head once more as he moved to the lounge and collapsed on the couch next to you. He smiled at you, you laughed.

“That was mean.” you stated, turning your body to face him.

“I think they’ll recover.” he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

“Still mean.”

“You still hungry?”

“Yeah.”

“You want takeaway?”

“Sure why not, do you want money?”

“Nono, it’s my treat, dove.”

[caramelstarlight]

Operation: Heartbroken Fixed

(Characters: Yae Miko,Nilou,Yoimiya,Collei, Y/N and Tighnari.)

POV: You asked me how much I slept after grinding for the past week. Big fan of Monolitha <33 Credit to her on YT!

(I stayed up till 4am on Saturday-) (Female Reader)

I cannot repost her work. So here’s the link so you can go watch >>> Truth Or Dare

(Decided to use this as Angst, and low self esteem with comfort. modern Au. Tighnari is a forest watcher and runs a flower shop w/ collei. Reader is female with them being an influencer / streamer / idol. (Basically part of a music group and streams games on twitch or YouTube.) (Angst,Fluff / Comfort. Angst >> Comfort or Angst >> Fluff however you want to see it.) (Reader suffered from a break up and they were toxic.) :d I have an idea for a Tighnari x Reader. Fluff ofc. 🥰

You stared at your phone. Staring at the messages of your ex, who broke up with you a week ago. Everyone noticed your performance was lacking and your slight eye-bags. Your fans were worried with the rest of your group of Yae,Yoimiya and Nilou. (Feel free to choose another girl for a member.)

As the lead singer/dancer people looked up to you the most. (Yae is 2nd singer, Nilou is 2nd dancer and yoimiya on instruments the most) Leaving his hurtful comments you went to the groups socials.Seeing many worried comments on posts from the group led to a stain. Along with a few breaks a month it was hard to keep up both of your personal and idol life.

You putted makeup on your face to hide how tired you were. The whole group requested a week off and they agreed. You were all going to meet at a cafe nearby. It was time to meet-up. As you briefly looked at yourself in the mirror checking for any obvious signs of be ing sleep-deprived. You looked alright you had thought as you stepped out and covered yourself. Trying to not be spotted by any fans and have a whole rampage like the lion king.

You turned the corner and made it to the cafe. Your friends in their usual attire with less fans than you had expected. You quickly came in and took off your jacket.

The others welcomed you kindly as they took a picture. Talking to each other and making sure they were all okay. As you stayed silent all of their attention darted to you. “So Y/N, little bird how is life hmm?” “Oh Oh! Would some dango cheer you up?” “I believe Y/N is like a gem. Beauty all around and perfect in many peoples eyes.” They all said as the orders came. Giving you a few unexpected presents as you enjoyed the outing

“Hey Y/N would you like to dance later on? I think that could cheer you up!” “Maybe she wants to look at some novels instead.” “Heyy! We can go check out the kids and play with them!” They all piped in and chatted trying to find an activity that you’d have a positive reaction too. You smiled gently trying to sniffle a laugh as they all looked at you with confusion.

“Pfft-“ you’d hold the laugh as long as you could explaining why afterwards. “Having time with you guys is enough. This is enough for me.” You’d say as they all heard you. Doing a brief group hug. Earning a few ‘awwh!’ From them.

After the time was over you left heading towards your favorite shop. Not to mention another one of your best friends worked there and you thought to stop by. You were already close so why not?

Hearing the bells chime as a young woman turned her head to meet you. Collei hugged you tightly as you gave her headpats. You were one of her favorite people and brightened her world during dark times. You were always in awe to see how much she has grown since Mondstadt.

She let go as she steps back, back to her usual shy self with a slight blush of embarrassment. “Collei! I didn’t know you missed me that much.” You’d tell her. “Of course I would! You were so kind and caring to me. Look! Cuilien-Anbar is in better shape now!” She’d say proudly as she gave it to you to hold. You marveled at the craft she was taught by Lisa. “Ohh collei! They look so much better now! You’re doing so well.” You’d compliment the teenager.

“Collei what’s the matter? Who’s keeping you away from your duty’s?” Someone chimes in with a voice you knew all too well. His ears popped into the room as he looked at you and collei. Giving you a wave with you mimicking him. “Ah sorry Master Tighnari! Y/N came into today.” Collei stated taking cuilien-anbar back into her arms. “Yes I can see that.” He’d say putting some pots of flowers down near the display. “What’d you come in here for Y/N?” He’d ask figuring you would say something to see collei and him or just take a flower. Which is what you did say.

“I came to see you and collei of course. I also wanted to get a few flowers.” You’d admit to him. Watching collei move away to go continue her duties. “What are you searching for?” He’d ask. “Hmm… I’m feeling bold and lucky today after my fortune draw said great fortune. Surprise me.” You’d say earning a laugh from the hybrid.

“Would you like to know Flower language or actual surprise?” He’d ask wondering if you wanted to know what the flower meant or just a random assortment. His ears twitched to show he was listening. (Not like he had a choice… he hears everything. Literally.)

“I don’t mind learning what the flower means.” You’d state as he came closer to the counter. Placing a flower on it. “Alright then. Is this your way of having fun?” “I mean it could be. Just one thing. I want at least one Pink,Red and Blue flower. It’s actually a gift for my group.” You’d tell him as he nodded going to find flowers. (Looking up a flower that means ily or should I just do meadowsweet?? Like that one wattpad one…) (Ehh ig meadowsweet-)

“I figured out these flowers would look nice in this assortment.” He’d say as he gave them to you in a beautiful bouquet.

“Thank you Tighnari.” You’d reply as he placed one above your ear. Catching you off guard. “Huh-?” You’d say as you felt his hand brush against your ear(Right). He’d look at you with a gentle smile and a slight blush that you mimicked.“If you know the flower meaning, just know that’s what I want to tell you.”

You thought about what the flower he placed above your ear. Seeing he had a few in his hand that wasn’t caressing your cheek. (A meadowsweet…?) You realized what it meant a little bit after your blush becoming more noticeable.

“Y-you love me?” You’d say as he nodded his ears lowered. “Yes I do.” Tighnari stated as his tail wagged with hopeful eyes. But by your current expression it seemed you had the same feeling.

“I love you too…” You’d say shy at the confession. He came up towards you and went in for a hug. Not bothering to control his tail wagging behind him. He snuggled into the hug as you touched his ears. “Be careful it’s sensitive.” He’d say as he leaned his head closer.

Your thoughts lingered on your previous boyfriend. Would it travel quickly that you had a new boyfriend and would people think you’re not a good person..? Would they bombard his social media with questions about you? You shook your head as you heard him purr. He looked at you in concern.

“Just thoughts about what social media might think…” you’d reply already knowing if he was going to ask if you were alright. “We can just let those we’re close to know or keep it private.” He’d suggest as he caressed your cheek with his palm. “I think it’s good. But how long can we keep it that way…?”

“don’t mind that for now. What’s more important is your health than your social status.” He’d say as he gave you kisses. Not noticing collei saw as she left quietly. Not wanting to disturb you both. Going back elsewhere.

“Ah Y/N you do know about fennec foxes mating habits right-?” He’d ask out of the blue catching you off guard again. “Not really just that they oh.” You stopped yourself as realization hit. “I can’t back out if I ever wanted to. Not like I would.” You’d say as he kissed you again.

“I would hope you would never consider it.” Tighnari replied. “Heyy Nari, would you ever give me a nickname?” “Yes you already do have one.” “What is it? I never heard you say anything beside my name.” “Lotus. No problems with it right?” “None at all Nari.”

Unknowingly your friends came by as they all squealed against the glass. Happy that Tighnari was the one for you. They all knew you had a crush on him before you started dating your ex. (You were scared of rejection and knew him in early childhood.) They took a few pictures before sneaking off nearby.

“To be honest Nari, I loved you since our early childhood but I was too scared of being rejected.” You would reply remembering how big his ears and tail were compared to his younger body. “I always felt the same Y/N / my lotus.”

The rest of the group squealed in their texts as Yoimiya texted the operation was a success. Operation: Heartbroken Fixed. They knew you would come by often to where Tighnari worked and they may or may not have given him a few tips.

”I’ll always love you. Forever and always.” You’d tell him. “And I’ll do the same.” He’d say as he looked at you with love. “I wonder how our kids would look like…” You would tell him as it was now his turn to be caught off guard.

“You’re already thinking of kids?!” “Not yet of course!” Your state as he stayed silent waiting for you to complete what you would say. “Would you think they’d be like you but just with my features… like your ears and tail but they have my hair and eyes?”

“That does sound interesting…” he’d say not willing to go further with the current discussion. “Anyways, here’s a few passes for you and collei to see me Backstage or during meet and greets early.” You handed them over as he put them into his pocket. “Thanks, I’ll give some to collei later on.”

(I had no idea what to do at the end but I love it)

[starry-blue-echoes]

So your early bird au except instead of dio stealing Jotaro he steal josuke.

Dio wakes up but decides to take a much more subtle approach in his rise to power not wanting to risk drawing attention to himself too soon. this way he manages to stay under the jostar radar. But dio still keeps tabs on the jostar family and decides taking young Jotaro is too much of a risk too soon. So he waits and only days finds out the Joseph has conceived a bastard child.

Josuke is perfect, he has a powerful stand at a young age and a small family that would be powerless to stop him or find him

Okay so this

This clicked a piece in my head and if you don’t mind I’d like to add and change bits and pieces of it

so what if I just. *grabs this AU and smashes it with the Vanilla Nijimura and Koichi Horse AUs* childhood friends

Dio wakes up the same time as regular un-AUd canon. Much to his distaste he learns that the Joestars are still around and does his best to learn as much as he can about them. Fast forward a few months. He briefly laments the fact that he can’t take Jotaro since he basically perfect but unfortunately his disappearance would definitely be noticed, but then learns that Joseph has a bastard son

So he kidnaps Josuke.

Now, Josuke’s situation is much different from Jotaro’s. First off, he wasn’t tricked into coming, he was just flat out taken. And second off, because of that first part he’s under no impression that Dio is a Good Guy.

There’s also how Koichi and the Nijimura Brothers tie into things. Dio ofc wants Josuke to have his own minions, and Vanilla would be MORE than happy to offer up his own children. Keicho would probably start off as hating Josuke because their father cares more about “precious Lord Dio’s successor” than the two of them, but eventually he’ll realize that Josuke is just as fucked as they are in this situation.

But Koichi….. Koichi’s situation might be a bit different and more interesting. Hol Horse would definitely want to keep him uninvolved because well. That’s the whole reason he signed up with this, to keep Koichi safe, and staying safe meant staying unnoticed. Becoming one of three of Dio’s successor’s minions would give a LOT of attention

But of course, he can’t deny Dio’s offer so overtly like that. That’s just going to piss him off and probably get him and Koichi killed.

So what if he uses the excuse of Koichi not having a Stand.

And what if this leads to Koichi getting shot with one of the arrows :)

And this leads to fucking PANIK. The kids are loosing it because they’ve all gotten really close with Koichi over these past few days, while meanwhile Hol Horse is going absolutely mental because oh god oh shit oh fuck his brother his baby brother is dying and he can’t help him-

Luckily this is when Josuke learns that healing people counts as “fixing” things, but it was definitely a close call

And to top it all off, it’s only at the end of this entire Thoughts that I realized that Josuke, Koichi and Okuyasu would all be fOUR TO FIVE YEARS OLD

[wiredaughter]

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@tropetember #4: retail au

God to my Shrine

yellowjackets ♡ misty quigley/ofc ♡ first person pov ♡ obsessive love ♡ retail ♡ pet shop au ♡ read on ao3

Arrange the dog collars display; look at her reflection in the fish tank, she's going to check out now; go do the price tags over in the aisle she was perusing to get what lingers of her perfume - floral with hints of vanilla, make sure I'm inconspicuously close enough to hear her thank the cashier in that voice that rings inside my chest like golden bells.

She comes by the shop every Monday. A Thursday or two every month, when she's getting the macadamias. Oh, I was fooled by her cat jumper at first, thinking she had one. She did seem like the type; methodical, high maintenance, selfassured; I had her pegged for a sphinx owner, and so I got myself one hoping to find her in some cat group or whatever. I was still a stocker back then, and I didn't know enough about her to do anything but watch from a distance. Arrange the dog collars display; look at her reflection in the fish tank, she's going to check out now; go do the price tags over in the aisle she was perusing to get what lingers of her perfume - floral with hints of vanilla, make sure I'm inconspicuously close enough to hear her thank the cashier in that voice that rings inside my chest like golden bells.

Well she's got a bird actually, hence the bird treats, but I'm still happy I got the cat. It climbed over the display I'd made for her knocking it down and ruining half her pictures, which was just motivation enough to follow her home for the first time, instead of staking out the shop when I didn't have a shift. Seeing her in her home, even from a distance, was more than I could ask for, but I already knew what I know now. It's not nearly enough.

When I asked for the cashier position, my manager said they were full staffed already but he'd add a note to my name in case they needed someone to cover on short notice, which would give me the experience necessary. After coming in instead of going to class on a Tuesday, however, it was clear true love has no time to race with the rats. That's when the evening shift cashier, Max or Mike or whatever his name was, started receiving hatemail. He didn't look like much, so I figured that it'd be enough to get him to move to an earlier shift or change jobs entirely, but apparently Maxwell was made of tougher material than he looked because I had to get a voice scrambler and start ringing up both the shop and his home before he actually quit. Then, I got the position.

The first Monday I was working I was ready to burst out of my skin with delight. My breathing was so light you could have held a mirror to my cupid's bow and I wouldn't have even fogged it over, heart racing under the fitted pinstripe replacing my band tees from my stocker days. She came by at the usual time, wearing a knit sweater that I'd never seen before but complimented her curls so cosily I went just that weaker on the knees. I managed to pull my act together in time to scan her picks and remembered to ask whether she wanted to sign up for the rewards program, since I had no reason to know she already was.

I think that exchange, our first interaction, was what sealed our fate together. That night, as I was closing, I made a list of bird products to casually recommend to her when I saw her next, makinf sure we had them in stock. It's usually slow when she does her shopping, so gradually we started chatting more. The cat call was a resounding success, since we got to go on over exotic pets. I didn't know African parrots were rare, or even a thing, but it suits her so I'm always thrilled to hear what Caligula's got up to. That's how I decided it was time to get the cat a name. When I first got it I'd call it 'cat' and it stuck, so the official name is Katya, but it only answers when it feels like it. That's fine by me, I'm only glad I didnt name it after her, as elated as I was upon learning her name.

Misty. Enigmatic and gentle, just like her. That was before I got the cashier position, one day I followed her to her job hauling some old hobo in a wheelchair asking for retirement plans in a Greek accent. I didn't get to speak with her, of course, but the harmony of her stride as she hovered around the residents was fuel for the fire in me. At one point she approached the nurse station to see about someone's evening meds, the closest I'd heard her voice at the time, and I spilled my faux grandfather's courtesy applejuice. He complained more than you'd think someone who's getting paid to sit and act senile would, but it couldn't dampen my enthusiasm a bit.

Risk: reward, I remind myself now. Today we are going on our first date ever in a sequence I'm sure will end in a spring wedding. Judging by the magazines I've retrieved from her bins, that's her aesthetic. I'm enamoured so by her scrapbooking I've got duplicates of all of them to cut out the things she did and try to arrange them like she would. Her display now takes up an entire wall and a low table, and so I cannot keep putting it off, I need us to take the next step.

Going from the checkout girl to a potential love interest is not an easy transition, no matter how much I work to make my wardrobe look less like pre-med and more like established professional. Which I'm glaringly not, but it's reasonably what she would go for, if she is even ready to go for a woman at all. My previous attempt matching her floral parfum with a citrus leave on conditioner got a compliment, but it's evidently not enough.

Today, she expects to meet with Rod from Bumble. Or maybe Tod. Out of all the information I gathered on him, his name is virtually inconsequential. His record with local police, though, is a veritable godsend. Disturbance of the peace and public intoxication, domestic disputes and even a DUI. My 911 call is such a virtuosa performance the only thing stopping me from being too smug about it are the butterflies fluttering low in my stomach. There's no way Bob is going anywhere other than he station today. I take out the chip to snap it in two and drop the pieces into the turtle enclosure. I actually like the turtles, but they've eaten through their cage twice so they should be alright.

I'm awful at waiting and, when I see her arrive at the café across the street and take a window table I have to stop myself from going AWOL. By the time my shift is over, she's been there for almost fourty five minutes, and Tod is just over half an hour late. I should have expected her to be early, and I feel guilty now. I untie my hair, throw on a red overcoat and walk as if in a dream out of the pet shop, into the café and to the counter. Order something, right. Namely, a cinnamon roll and a croissant I've seen her get before, with a caffè mocha. I scan the place while the lady works on that, only to meet Misty's eyes over her matcha.

My heart skips a beat when she smiles at me, and I'm returning a lovestruck grin. I lean back on the counter for stability as she makes her way to me, not looking really mad at getting stood up. I'm thinking this is going way better than I planned, and quietly congratulating myself for my colour choice back when I ordered the coat, when she says if I can get my order to go she'll introduce me to Caligula. It's kindof the dinner rush so the barista seems annoyed but complies.

Walking next to her is such an accomplishment and I'm feeling so lucky it takes longer than it should to register we're not headed to her home. I'm confused, but how could I even ask about that without giving up the entire thing? She seems to notice my reluctance, stopping and turning to me, but I'm so afraid of her questions I start talking without knowing what I'm saying, eyes on the floor. So I don't see her and I'm not expecting it when she pins me to the wall, not the way I've been wishing. I drop my drink with a yelp.

'Why are you following me?'

'What? I- I wasn't I... I thought we were- weren't you going to...'

'Almost 3 weeks you've been following me, and I thought I was going insane but I'm not!'

'But I wasn't!'

'No you are, and I want to know why.'

Something cold and sharp presses under my jaw, and she looks so commanding, wrathful like the angels, I'm thinking dying by her hand like this would be the loveliest of fates. But then I realise we won't get to have a romance that way, so I must speak. More than afraid of her, I'm in awe she's found me out. It's clear I've got much to learn. I sigh.

'Eight months.'

'What?'

'I've been following you for eight months. And twelve days. Because I'm in love with you.'

She steps back and I follow, reeling from the lost of proximity. 'Misty, I love you. I knew it would be hard to explain, and this isn't what I had planned, but...'

'Eight months?'

'I got a cat because I thought you had one, I started working as a cashier to get to talk to you. Listen, I know it's unusual, but I couldn't stop thinking of you and...'

'Prove it.'

'What?'

'Prove it.'

♡

Katya meows lazily when I open the door. I'm dazed from the short walk to my flat, her hand hasn't left my wrist, the grip strong and grounding. I've been trying to find the words here, first to convince her I mean no harm but her demand resonates in my head. Prove it. If expressing my love for her is all she wants me to do, chances are she doesn't think I'm that much of a freak. I flick the lightswitch, lead her into the bedroom.

She could decide to kill me now, she could decide to call the cops. I don't care. I've basically brought god down to my shrine. Here she is, beautiful, surrounded by every tchotchke, every token I've taken in the name of love. Here she is, unafraid and understanding, shifting her hold from my wrist to my hand.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

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(Book)

time 👏 travel 👏 au

i have. so many ways i imagine this i cannot possibly fit all of them on this one ask sldkfjsdf so i will go off on a Specific way i think about it, which is as followed:

new cycle! cycle [insert number here, prolly early 40's]. the exit from the last planar system into this one is Extremely Rocky and Weird. last cycle had some fucked up things with time anyway- it was hard to tell when days started and ended and it seemed like the world would occasionally Pause and then rewind itself, plants growing smaller, people getting younger. sometimes it went forward very fast as well. either way, it was a mess.

so they get to this new cycle and they're like. huh! this one looks a *lot* like home. like a weird amount like home, to the point where they actually attempt to look for where the ipre base Would Be. when they don't find it (it's a fantasy costco, surprise), they decide to settle in a clearing in a forest near a city and just like,, try to figure it out from there.

things go normally for a while. the air is fine to breath, nothing seems super dangerous to eat or touch near the ship. they branch out a bit to the nearby city, which is (checks notes) Neverwinter. n while Neverwinter seems fine from the outside, when they Enter everyone is just like. wearing a red robe. like almost everyone.

and it's creepy, right?? like imagine u went to a place and everyone was dressed the Exact Same as you were. that's weird and unsettling. even more unsettling is that ppl seem to be some staring at them (more than usual on a new plane). and not like a "who the fuck are you" stare, like a "I Know You" stare.

as they (awkwardly) get deeper into neverwinter, they discover a celebration is going on this week. they ask someone (somewhat you, probably) "what celebration?" the Day of Story and Song, ofc ofc. and they're like. ah. yes. i know what that is [lie]. but, uhhhh, remind me. so i know we're on the same page.

and the person they're talking to is like "oh, it's the day the Hunger was defeated :D!"

and they're like. "huh."

and the person is like "yeah, the seven birds defeated the hunger 20 years ago this week :D!" and gives them like, a list of events happening. several of those events are Speeches. and *one* of the speakers is Merle Highchurch (bc he and lord artemis sterling are sort of buds at the end of balance, just roll with it).

and they're like. "huh."

they prolly do some research and stuff and just try to like,, stay low. but it's very hard when it turns out almost everyone in existence knows your name and face. eventually, we get to the Merle Speech and we all know how that is (awkward and bad but heartfelt bc it's merle).

and there's a Lot of ppl who want to talk to merle after. n i think if it had been anyone else, they probably would have been turned away, but again, it's merle and he's nice and tries to meet everyone. and he sees them and is like "hey nice cosplay :D is that the right word??"

and they have be like. merle. merle, no, it's actually us, something here is fucked up.

that is where the Vision ends lsdkfsd. imagine ur own ending! bc i sure as fuck don't know one! i have to many beginnings to get an ending sldkfds

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 555, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1205

I answered all of Elizabeth’s questions, validating her mortified questions with hugs and sweets words.

“Does sex always smell so nasty?” she asked me a little while later. “Your’s and daddy’s room smelled like you both had a night of neverending fartage!”

“I’ve honestly never noticed the smell being so bad,” I confessed, looking up as a man came into the pool house, dressed in swim trunks and a bathrobe. He nodded a friendly hello at us as he occupied himself with his cell phone, clearly occupying his time while we both finished up our talk. “Come now, Elizabeth- your father and your siblings are probably at breakfast already.”

My daughter was quiet as the both of us took our feet out of the pool water, me accepting a towel from the man, who waited until we had put our shoes back on the left before removing his bathrobe and then diving into the water.

“Mommy?” I hummed softly as I led her over to the mess hall. “What do you do after sex?”

“Well, I personally conk out in a deep sleep and your father either gives me a bird bath with a wash cloth and warm water or he draws me a hot bubble bath and lets me take a nice, long soak,” I explained, opening my arm to welcome her for some snuggle time with mommy. “I think it’s important to bath after engaging in sexual coitus- the act is oftentimes dirty, with sweat, bodily fluids and sometimes even blood.”

“Does daddy make you bleed often?” Elizabeth was looking at the floor as she shuffled alongside of me.

“Sometimes he does, but we have an agreed safe word that we use if one or the other needs to take a moment and breathe,” I answered her before tactfully changing the subject. “A safe word is a word that wouldn’t be said during sex, and it is an automatic signal for a needed time out. Does that make any sense at all?”

“So a safe words is just another way of saying stop?” Elizabeth asked me. “That’s very smart.”

“Yes it is,” I agreed, giggling as my stomach let out a cry for food. “Now, are you hungry?”

~xoXox~

“Hey hey hey there now, fine people of this world! This is Chrissy Loveknot with Pink Notes Magazine! I am here today with Peter Steele, legendary bassiest and lead vocals for heavy metal band Type O Negative! Blessed with ten inches of solid steel and a voice so low my panties get soaked whenever I hear his voice. And we are also joined today by the always incredible Broadway supermom Mary Claire Ratajczyk! What up you two?”“Dia dhuit!” I chirped. “Conas atá tú anocht?”

“What did you just say?”

“I just said hello and how are you doing tonight, both in Irish Gaelic!” I said, giggling at my place tucked under my husband’s arm while I perched myself on his lap.

“Ah, well, I’m doing quite well tonight! I must say though, I really do love your dress! Where did you buy it from?”

“Oh, this old thing?” I scoffed, glancing down at the black minidress that I decided to wear tonight. Cold shoulders and with a cutout over the clavicle, the dress was sexy, confident, and made my husband’s jeans too tight on him. Underneath the dress, I wore breast pasties and black and green silk crotchless panties.

I lived to tease my handsome silver daddy.

“I think Peter likes your dress!”

“Oh, but he’ll like it even more once it’s been ripped from my womanly body!” I teased, slapping his pectoral when he get out a dangerous growl and dug his thumb into the side of my knee.

Behave.

I settled down with an apologetic squeak, resting my heart over his heart.

THUD THUMP

THUD THUMP

THUD THUMP

“So tell me more about this new album you’re writing- is there a release date?”

I flitted back to the presence, where Peter had tactfully diverted Chrissy Loveknot’s attention from oversexualizing my body and his gossiping about dick to a more PG rated topic- the album that he was writing for me.

“No, there’s no release date as of the moment,” he hummed, his hand rubbing gentle circles into my spine. “But yet again- writing a full album, capturing the awe and wonder and love and admiration and protection and affection that I hold for the blueberry of my heart isn’t a case of me going off my medication for a single night and then BOOM- an album is born. I take inspiration from virtually every aspect of our life together- Dolls is a song about the kids’ dollies and the important roles that they play in our family. Little Girl is a sweet little song about my goddaughter, little girl, and how I am is her Papa Pete. In Each Other’s Arms is about the both of us living out the rest of our days side by side and dying in each other’s arms. Letters of Love compiles many of the letters that I’ve written for my family to read after I die.”

I hid my teary eyes into his burly chest- Peter was sixty four years old at this point of his life and I knew that he was already making plans for when he died. He had told me that he wanted to be cremated and have some of his ashes turned into jewelry for the kids to wear, and should I die before him and opt for cremation, for both of our ashes to be mixed together and placed into an urn- together in life and in death.

I had agreed almost at once, smiling sadly at the realization that he would probably die long before I did.

And that thought made me terribly depressed and sad.

Dia dhuit, hello, Irish Gaelic

Conas atá tú anocht, how are you doing tonight, Irish Gaelic 

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[mayullla]

GAHHH I HAVE SO MUCH BRAINROT FOR STEPBROTHER AU!!! Since you've enabled me, Imma go off here. Now imagine: birds & bees talk. Reader hits the puberty & now the brothers have to talk to her about the importance of training bras (ofc they shop with her to get some). They bolt in panic when she locks herself in the bathroom, crying about how she's going to die because she won't stop bleeding. The oldest ones have to wrack their brains when their mom had her monthly cycle and what to do with it.(1)

From: 13 brother au; your new home

I gave up on my essays for today.. I did a bit but not all... tomorrow-

You are a tiny little thing after all, not like even the youngest brother one who does material arts training almost every day while the other while unlucky could look after himself. You, you are just a baby to them and everyone just panicked really the moment they saw tears in your eyes.

Zhongli almost dropped his mug when he first saw you walk in the kitchen with tears in your eyes. Taking you in your arms as he wiped your tear away while asking if you were alright. You told him that you had a nighmare of your dad leaving you and it made Zhongli almost bitter. He told you that it was alright and that your father loves you. Zhongli tells you that your father would ask how your doing almost regularly to him, asking him if anything happened and if Zhongli had any pictures of you. You always feel better after it and you shyly hug your older brother and he takes you back to your room. (Whether that is true of not is only for some to know.)

That one-time Kaeya was frantically searching for you in the agency because he can't find you for the past hour. He let you play with the makeup designer and clothes designer while he worked but now that it was time to go that he started looking for you, he tried to search for you but was unable to find you anywhere. The more time passed as he looked the more panic-driven he became, so the moment he found you almost hidden he wasn't sure how to feel about it when he found out the big dodoco doll that he past by multiple times was actually you wearing the dodoco costume that one of the costume designers made and decided for you to wear. He took a lot of pictures of you that day, and only posted some and showed to his brother keeping the really really cute ones for himself.

Oh! and yes to that part where Kaeya and Childe trick the younger siblings to be fairies with you, as you wore your favorite color sparkly wings and tiara with a puffy dress, Itto right beside you laughing and excited was also wearing a yellow knee-length pixie flower dress with equally sparkly yellow wings, his hair had multiple braids and flowers on it. Chongyun with an embarrassed red face wore the same dress but icy blue while his hair was barely tied in two ponytails, Bennett and Thoma also wore red dress and wings as they just looked down in embaressment unable to do anything.

Childe and Venti were in the background laughing almost that one would worry if they would choke on their own laugh or something. Ayato and Kazuha were smiling but didn't say anything as they sipped tea from the elegant tea set they took out from the storage when they heard that you wanted to have a tea party. Albedo was on the side drawing the whole situation.

Xiao was stuck in his room, unable to leave as he was wearing a Tinkerbell outfit after losing a bet with Childe. Not even you were able to get him out of his room.

[rxgnor0k]

Dear, Billy - B.Hargrove

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Summary: <You visit Billy’s grave, and read out a letter you made for him before you possibly perish.>

Pairings: <Billy Hargrove x vecna cursed!reader>

Warnings: <angst, description of an afterlife, mentions of sex (just once), mentions of reincarnation >

a/n: <takes place during season 4 ofc. instead of max, it’s the reader who goes to the graveyard. i decided to make this scene a bit more relaxed and not in a rush like in the show (if that makes sense). Also, Eddie isn’t being hunted down by the infamous jocks. In conclusion, i changed a few things up. this is my first time writing for stranger things, so yea. Also if someone knows how to put the “view post” or “keep reading” tab on posts to shorten them on mobile, pls let me know asap. Au Revoir!>

creds for gif: @virginsuicide

⚠️ i will not allow anyone copy and pasting my work into any other social platform or site without consulting with me first ⚠️

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You sat in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van, along with Eddie, Steve, Dustin, and Lucas who sat in the back two rows. Leaning against the car window, you choose not to participate in the group conversation, preparing yourself for what was to come next. You knew you were possessed with vecna’s curse, and that you could do nothing about it. It only made sense to visit the ones you loved most, in case anything were to happen earlier than expected.

“Ok, love dove,” Eddie started, pulling over to the side of the road. “We’re here.”

You unbuckled your seat belt, and opened the door, grabbing the piece of notebook paper that was left untouched until now.

“Thanks, Eds,” you smiled, adjusting the strap of the bag that lay on your shoulder.

“We’ll be here till you come back,” Munson replied, stopping the car. “Take as long as you need, dear.”

“Of course,” you nodded, proceeding to the large graveyard that sat in front of you. Fidgeting with the paper, you took a deep breathe in, motivating yourself. Breathing out, you began searching for Billy’s grave.

After a brief few minutes of searching, you finally found his tombstone. The only tombstone that didn’t have any flowers, not yet at least. You brought yourself down to the grass, and sat with your legs crossed.

“Hey, Billy,” you greeted, meeting with a calm silence.

As the birds chirped and the wind howled, you inspected the tombstone, and made out every detail possible. Ripped up grass sprawled around the headstone, neither was it clean. It certainly didn’t look like anybody had been here for a while.

“I just wanted to stop by and say hello before I possibly… die,” you said, marking you words with a sad yet funny tone. “Wow, surprising, right,”

“Oh! I wrote a letter for you,” you blurted, realizing what you had came here for. You struggled to fish out the paper in your bag, but remembered it was right next to you the whole time, hidden under your long skirt.

“Here it is,” you picked up the paper, unfolding it.

“Dear Billy,” you began, clearing your throat.

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“Dear Billy,

It’s been a couple months since you-know-what happened, and the world definitely hasn’t been the same since. Tommy H and Carol are still their same bitchy selves, can’t really get enough of that can we? A lot of crazy shit has happened in the last couple of days, a lot more crazier than what happened last summer.

How are you? I’m doing fine, just the same old Y/n. You know that Munson kid? Yea, he’s pretty sick, he’s got this guitar and it’s really cool looking. I know he’s not your kind of person, but once you get to know him, he’s really sweet. Harringtons got chicks now, now that you’re gone and most girls in this town aren’t fawning over you, including the moms.

I miss you, we all miss you. Especially Max. Neil left, and ran away to who knows where. Max has gotten really, even a bit too quiet. I think now that your gone, I feel very isolated. I miss when you’d climb into my bedroom from my window after a party, or Neil. I miss when you’d let me style your hair. I miss those late night drives in your Camaro. I miss when you’d talk to me about California, and how nice it was. I miss when you’d let me borrow your earrings, Max gave them to me when cleaning your stuff out. I miss those names you called me. I miss us flirting at the pool when you’re on duty and the moms saw. I miss your pretty eyes, and the way they’d sparkle in the moonlight. I definitely miss the sex. But lastly, I just miss us being together, and hanging out everyday. I mean, yea I have friends, but they’re just friends, nothing more. Now that I think about it, those were 10 things I miss about you.

I tell myself that I should move on focus on other things, such as college or trying to find a job that I actually enjoy. My mom says that I’m stuck in the past, which I most definitely am. It just feels so unfair, you know? Now that I’m practically dying, maybe I’ll see you soon? Perhaps in an afterlife, or we could just reincarnate into a life where we’ll both be happy. Oh Billy, I’m so scared. I’m really scared of this vecna bitch that just goes around killing teens. I really wish you were here. I love you, Billy Hargrove.

xoxo,

Y/n L/n “

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By now, your eyes welled up with tears, as well as your nose runny as fuck. You covered your mouth, stopping the scream of anguish from escaping your lips. You were sobbing so hard that you could perhaps run out of tears.

“I’m so sorry, Billy,” you weeped, trying to breathe to really get your words out.

Covering your face with your hands, you struggled to take a good breathe.

Eventually, you cooled down and just sat in pure silence, taking in the peace of nature that stood around you.

“Oh, shit,” you said, looking down at your watch. “I better get going, Billy. Don’t wanna keep Ed’s waiting any longer than he should’ve.”

You stood, brushing off all the dirt and grass that stuck to your long skirt. You took the flowers you prepared out of your bag, and placed them gently in front of the headstone. You began to walk back to the van, wanting to finish today with a nice long bath.

Taking a glance of the now “flowered” tombstone, you remarked, “I hope you were listening, Bills, I really put me heart and soul into that shit.”

You let out a breathy laugh, remembering the struggle of having to write that letter.

“Oh I sure did, Princess,” a manly voice said.

That voice, why is it so familiar?

You turn back, and suddenly everything was dark, as if the sun had stopped working. It was so dark that you couldn’t even see past 5 feet. The air felt a lot colder than it had been 10 seconds ago.

“Hello? Who’s there?” you asked as your voice had drawn out into a murmur.

“No need to be afraid, darlin’” the voice chortled, seemingly getting closer.

A shrivel went down your spine as you froze in place. All the blood in your face had went away, making you pale as you could ever be.

“Billy?! Billy, is that you?!” you gasped, shocked at the current event.

From where the presence was, you couldn’t make out it’s face. But as it got closer, and moved into a spot with light, you were stunned.

It was Billy, indeed.

Imitating your shocked face, mouth dropped and eyes wide open, he let out a breathy laugh and winked at you.

“Hi ya’, doll.”

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a/n: I'm not sure what can over me to write this, but I definitely enjoyed. sorry for not posting in a while, things got busy, my dog's not doing well, and I hav no motivation. I'm currently obsessed with Lestat de Lioncourt, which doesn help with anything. The only thing keeping me going is literally just tumblr. oml, I'm so excited for vol. 2 of strangers things season 4 to come out, I'm just super anxious to see who dies, bc apparently it's confirmed by the Duffer brothers that five people are going to die during vol. 2 👀. i’m also going to a GVF concert in Anaheim in November, so yea. Adieu!

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[base0h]

Hey!! I saw you write for op, so... Can i req something? 👀 Modern au but for kid & zoro with gn!s/o ✨ Thx!!

a/n - yes ofc!! Requests are welcome and greatly appreciated 💜 I hope that some headcanons plus a scenario is alr, ty anon! ✨

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, modern au, I’m so sorry I bully kid 👍

Modern Kid & Zoro headcanons + scenario

Zoro

- I’m sorry this guy didn’t get good grades in high school

- he missed most of his classes bec he couldn’t find the damn room 💀

- he needs you to help him study

- ends up falling asleep during study sessions 🗿

- “Zoro are you even listening..?”

- “Hm? 1765 was WWII right?”

- “…no.” ._.

- He wears all baggy clothes, except for when he wears a white tank top

- He’s super intimidating, so at first he seemed a bit scary

- But once you saw how he literally got lost with directions right in front of him- he wasn’t that scary anymore 👍

- Back when he was crushing on you, he literally stared at you ALL class

- he blames you for all of his failed tests 💀

- When you catch him staring, he’ll make up an excuse

- “Oh there was a bird behind you.”

- “Zoro. We’re inside the classroom.”

- embarrassment ensues

- he’s lowkey possessive in a relationship

- gets really jealous too

- If someone starts eyeing you up and down, prepare for the bulky arm that’s about to wrap around your waist

- if he’s feeling ✨extra✨ then he’ll squeeze your ass and look back at the guy with a smirk

- Man doesn’t want anyone looking at you like that if it isn’t him 👌

- He actually really likes cuddles but will never admit that to you

- His favorite is when you’re snuggled up against his side, resting the side of your face on his (tiddies) chest

- His heart melts when you start hugging his torso and wrapping your legs around him 🥺

- No fr he’s going to die right then and there when you do that

- If you try to move, he will NOT let you move

- Like don’t even try- his arm will hold you there until the end of time

- he doesn’t openly give affection, kind of thinks it’s too “cute” for him

- He’s tough and he’s a moss head 👍

- And he gets so embarrassed if you ask for hugs or kisses in public

- His cheeks turn bright red, and I mean BRIGHT red

- He’ll look around to make sure not the entire crowd is looking at you guys, and he’ll give you kisses “discreetly”

- “Just- I’ll kiss you when we get home!”

- man didn’t realize he just yelled that out loud 💀

- Oh god. Everyone’s looking now-

- He’s grabbing your hand and literally running tf outta there 🏃‍♀️💨

- lowkey a bit of a tsundere lmao

- He wants to stay all tough and aloof, but how’s he supposed to do that with you-??

- He can’t go a minute without thinking about you 🥺

- ok but please help him graduate high school 😭

Scenario - Study Sessions 📖

You’ve decided to take on the challenge of helping your boyfriend, Zoro, study for the upcoming math exam next week. You knew exactly how Zoro wasn’t the best at studying.. But you wanted him to actually pass math with a decent grade this year. A lot of sulking and pouting came from him as usual, “Y/n, I can pass the test without studying..” He said, walking through the doorway to your room. “You’re just going to stare at me or fall asleep.” You replied, grabbing the math textbooks, as well as all of the different supplies you needed. Zoro blushed at your comment, trying to hide his flustered expression, I mean… Your comment wasn’t exactly wrong. “It’s your fault I fail the tests!” He replied angrily with red tinting the tips of his ears. “How is that even my fault-??” You retorted while dropping the textbooks on the table in front of you two. Zoro looked to be dreading this, his face looked like the world was about to end- “Oh come on- it’s not the end of the world if you at least try to study for once. Even I study! I don’t like doing it!” You said to him as he sighed, crossing his arms with a huff. “Fine.” He agreed, sitting down at the table in front of you both.

You started to explain the different things that were listed on the study guide. First off was calculating interest rates, Zoro was already dying inside. He loved spending time with you, but math ruins everything (it rlly does). “Ok, so then how would you do this problem?” You asked him, pointing at one of the word problems on the page. “I don’t give a shit about how Jonah has 45 apples that cost 3 dollars a month that increases by- whatever that number is.” He sighed with an irritated look on his face. You snickered at his comment, I mean he wasn’t wrong, these word problems were dumb as fuck. When he was writing down the process of the strategy of the problem, you peered over his shoulder, checking his work as he went. You were surprised, he was actually listening to what you were saying earlier! Is this a miracle? He hasn’t even fallen asleep yet 👍 Maybe all Zoro needed was some motivation? You didn’t have much to motivate him other than yourself, so maybe if you gave him some head pats it’d motivate him? You thought the idea was kind of dumb- but maybe it’d work on the moss head of a boyfriend. When he finished his work, he showed you the paper while you glanced over each number carefully. “Wow! Good boy Zoro.” You said, patting his head. You didn’t mean to say “good boy” it kind of just came out that way. You meant to say, “Good job” instead of good boy 💀 The room had a god awful moment of awkward silence. “What did you just say?” He asked, still wondering if you actually just said that. You didn’t answer, you just hid your face in the paper you were checking for him. Suddenly, his hand ripped the paper out of your hands and threw it across the room in a rush. He almost tackled you down, his movements were fast and strong. His strong arms pinned yours above your head, his waist nestling in between your legs.

“Good boy huh?” He asked you with a smirk, leaning down and starting to kiss along your collar, trailing up your neck, leaving little nips at your skin. He leaned towards your ear, laughing softly, his breath tickling your ears. His hand trailed down towards your stomach, holding your waist with his warm and coarse hands. “You’re the one that started this, are you gonna help me fix it?” He whispered into your ear, kissing your jawline softly. You nodded slowly, taken aback by his swift actions. When he laughed, it sent vibrations up your neck, making you shiver. “Good y/n.”

Kid

- He’s the guy who’s always heading to the principal’s office bec he said rude shit to the teacher 👍

- or he beat someone up

- or he “was being a dIsRuptIon iN cLaSs”

- all three tbh

- Yes you walk him to the principal’s everytime since the teacher trusts you more than Killer 💀

- No like he’s really smart! Just too angry lmao

- He could get literal straight As if he wanted to, but he doesn’t give a shit about school so-

- He doesn’t have to study for tests he already knows what’s on it, but still fails it bec he’s either busy bothering Killer or he’s saying rude things to the teacher

- “Not my fault you’re single- bitch.”

- “Office, now.”

- “Fuck this shit.”

- You always struggle to hide your laughs when this happens lmao

- he’s the guy no one even dares to look at, like they’re all deathly afraid of him

- Not only is literally fucking massive- he also has the angriest expression on his face 24/7 (rbf x10)

- Then you wave hello to him and he’s like: “oh- hey y/n.”

- Everyone: wtf. 🗿

- He’s soft only to you and sometimes killer

- He doesn’t yell at you as often as he does to other people lmao

- Oh and also I feel like he’d have this kinda dog

- His name is Cabbage (his fav food is cabbage rolls👍) idk why I thought of cabbage 😭

- He LOVES his dog sm- like when he gets home he’s like every dog owner

- “Ayyyy Cabbage!! I’m back boy!”

- It’s adorable I’m dying now 🥺

- Once you come over to his house, and you meet his dog, holy shit the dog loves you

- That’s a sign bro- 👀

- man instantly trusts you since his dog fucking loves you sm lmao

- You love cuddling with the doggy 🥺 it’s so fluffy and adorable

- It’s also 160lbs so be prepared :)

- Kid is kind of embarrassed about showing affection in public- like Zoro, he thinks it’s too “soft and cute”

- But if someone is like- eyeing you up and down? prepare for violence

- I don’t think that guy was ok after kid dealt with him

- Oh and you had to walk him to the office again 👍

- when he was crushing on you, his personality will completely change when he’s talking to you-

- “SHUT THE FUCK UP- oh hey y/n. I SWEAR TO FUCKIN-“

- ._.

- he turned tulip colored when he accidentally confessed to you

- “Oh yeah I like someone!” -you (let’s say you liked him too)

- “Yeah me too, it’s you- I MEAN- THE FUCK-“

- Man- 😭

- he even rehearsed this and it still went all wrong 💀

- oh and killer filmed the whole thing while hiding behind a pillar

- he got chased by kid for at least an hour after that 👌

Scenario - It all went wrong 💀

Kid was looking at himself in his mirror. He had a piece of crumpled up paper in his hands. He kept looking up and down, from the paper and then back to his reflection. “Uh- y/n- I like you. No fuck that sounds weird.” He’s been rehearsing his script for about an hour with Killer laying on the floor with a pillow over his face. Poor Killer had to endure all of Kid’s ranting about how amazing you were and how much he liked you. But, he was glad that his best friend had finally found someone like you, he thought you two would be perfect for each other! “I’ve liked you for a while… FUCK THAT SOUNDS LIKE AN ANIME- KILLER ARE YOU LISTENING?!” He threw the piece of paper at Killer’s stomach. Killer grumbled, moving the pillow as he sat upright, rubbing his eyes. “Kid. Just go do it. Standing here and talking to the reflection isn’t gonna help.” He said with a sigh, stretching his arms out behind him. “YOU’RE THE ONE WHO SUGGESTED I EVEN FUCKING PRACTICE-!” He yelled back, pacing back and forth, angrily stomping around with frustration. Good god he was so nervous to tell you those words. It was embarrassing for him, the huge, terrifying giant, Eustass Kidd. He wasn’t supposed to be feeling this way for you, not at all. But it was something about your smile, the way you carried yourself around, the way you’d always walk him to the office everyday. Those little moments made Kid’s heart flutter like it never has before.

He decided it. He’s just gonna go and do it. Not that hard right? He’s Eustass Kidd after all! As he walked down the stairs, his dog, Cabbage went to greet him happily, sitting in front of him with a visible smile on his face. “Ok, Cabbage, I’m gonna go finally tell Y/n. Do you think that’s a good idea?” He asked his dog, putting his hands on Cabbage’s head, ruffling his fluffy ears. Cabbage barked softly, head butting him gently as Kid laughed, “Alright, see ya Cabbage.” He said, patting his head before walking out the door. Killer peered down the stairway, gazing at the dog who barked at the door, seemingly saying goodbye to his best friend. “Do you understand him..?” Killer asked the dog. Cabbage whined inquisitively, tilting his head to the side as if he was confused. “Damn it now I’m talking to the fuckin’ dog..” He muttered to himself, walking down the rest of the stairs and opening the door. When Killer left, Cabbage laid on the ground, his head resting on his paws, his long ears almost covering his eyes. Now, he waited.

You were walking back to your house from some extra classes you had at school. Fatigue started to get to you, three more hours of math wasn’t exactly the most energizing thing in the universe.. Your head hung kind of low as you held both straps of your backpack. Kid saw you walking on the other side of the street, and he started to run across the busy streets. Horns blared as he jumped over several cars and dodged the approaching trucks. You looked in the direction of the ruckus, seeing Eustass Kidd sprinting towards you, barely escaping at least 6 car crashes. “Kid what the hell-?! The cross walk was literally over there!” You yelled, pointing at the intersection probably about four feet from where he decided to run across the street. Kid thought to himself, Ok- this is it- wait Killer said I’m supposed to lead into the subject. How the fuck do I do this-??? Kid asked himself, clenching his fists with anxiety. “Do you like anyone??” He finally asked, the awkward silence that spread in the air almost killed you both. NOT THAT SUBTLE IDIOT- he thought to himself, ready to die on the inside. “Uh- yeah why-?? do you like anyone?” You asked with a confused expression. Why was he asking you this? Was he going to tell you a crush of his?? You liked him.. But, you weren’t really sure if someone like Eustass Kidd could like you back.. “Oh uh- yeah, it’s you-“ He replied before stopping and realizing what he just said. His whole face turned bright red, What the fuck did I just say..?? He asked himself, internally panicking. He felt dizzy, he didn’t just tell you that on accident right? “You.. Like me? Really?” You asked softly, trying to confirm what he just said. Kid looked unbelievably frozen and lost, he was still trying to figure out how the fuck he confessed accidentally.

Killer was standing behind a pillar, holding his phone up discreetly, filming this entire situation for later. He’d make fun of Kidd afterwards. He almost couldn’t contain his laughter when Kidd accidentally confessed to you. He didn’t even know anyone could do that, but if it was Kid, anything’s possible. He didn’t realize that the direction of the sun was diagonal from his phone camera, so it slightly reflected some light in Kid’s direction. He didn’t even notice that it was shining right in his eyes-! “Where the fuck is that stupid light coming from-?!” He yelled, staring in Killer’s direction, squinting before having the most embarrassed, angry, and shocked expression on his face. “YOU FUCKIN-!” He started to yell, sprinting full speed towards Killer. He instantly got up from his position and started to run- what else was he supposed to do-?? “Wait- Kid! I- like you too!” You yelled to him, making him turn around with a blush on his cheeks. “Just wait there! I have to murder Killer!” He yelled, continuing to chase down his best friend. You couldn’t help but giggle, Kid always made you laugh, no matter how you were feeling. You felt so happy that he liked you back, maybe all those trips to the office weren’t so bad after all. <3

a/n - god this took me so long- school started up again for me 💀 I hope you enjoy angry man and moss head :)

<3

[eijishimas]

hiii! for ur event can i plllzzz request a 3some with izuku and bakugou? definitely dumbification, overstim and degradation(from katsuki ofc).

the reader is a princess, and her parents are finding suitors to marry her off too.

bakugou is from an extremely powerful and ruthlessly kingdom, they'd have much more power and influence if she were to marry him.

izuku is an extremely weathly and noble prince. if she were to be with him, the kingdom would gain extreme wealth and power from his side!

she can't choose so they decide and they're running out of time😳😳😳‼️‼️ I saw u only have 3 spots left and the deadlines tomorrow! hopefully my submission can make it >U<

whew, this one!! god, i will admit that royalty au’s are legitimately one of my favourite things to write. i also love the little plot you gave for this one, oooh the rivalry >:))

thank you for requesting this, sweetheart! hopefully i can do this piece a bit of justice <3

content warnings: spitroasting, a bit of dacryphilia, overstim, dumbification, degradation, a lovely 3some with izu & kats.

1k event masterlist.

“State your names and what you can offer the princess.”

“Bakugou Katsuki,” the first man bragged, chest puffed out and a cocky sneer on his face. His blond hair was spiky, intimidating, and cut short at the sides. The large, red cape he wore was menacing, exuding power and pure dominance everywhere he walked.

“Midoriya Izuku,” the second man bowed to you deeply, the tufts of his green curls swaying as he stood up to his full height. The emblem of his family crest was shiny in the sunlight of your throne room, the sign of riches practically screaming through the silk threads he adorned.

“And what can you offer?” you repeated the words of your advisor, picking at your nails in a bored manner while sat atop your throne. You had no interest in the suitors your parents had selected for you, nor did the alliances behind them could even get you to look up from the birds exchanging songs outside the large windows of the great hall.

“All the fuckin’ manpower you could ask for, princess. We’ll be the strongest, the best, the most feared kingdom if we join up. We’ll rule the world together,” Katsuki grinned, a giddy sort of look behind the ruby colour of his eyes. “I can offer you luxury and comfort. We have servants to heed your every command, and fine trades coming in and out of my kingdom each and every day so there will be new priceless treasures at your disposal! Not only that, but my family has a lot of influence, and I can—”

“Oh would you quit it already?” Katsuki’s words cut through Izuku’s speech. “Your rambling is driving me up the fuckin’ wall.”

“Well, you shouldn’t talk that way to a princess, Kacchan.”

“What the fuck did I tell you about calling me that shit, Deku?!”

You groaned, fingers pinching at the bridge of your nose. “I don’t need this right now. You both don’t have the means to satisfy me anyways.” You stood from your throne, already making the long walk back up to the tower that housed your personal sleeping quarters. The two suitors shared a look between them behind your back. They don’t have the means to satisfy you? Oh. If only you had known they would have you eating your words in merely a couple of hours.

Damn your curiosity.

You found yourself sprawled out on your large bed, out on your hands and knees with your fingers gripping at the rich sheets. Your jaw ached from the large, girthy cock being repeatedly rammed into your hot mouth. The way your throat kept gagging on the head of Midoriya’s cock had him seeing stars. “Shit,” Izuku hissed as your head kept bobbing in time with Katsuki’s sharp, deliberate thrusts into your slick pussy. You were taking him from behind, the skin of your ass clapping against Katsuki’s abs made you weep and choke over Izuku’s girth. Inhaling sharply through your nose, you pulled off of Izuku’s throbbing cock to whine into the meat of his thighs. Izuku smiled down at you with a sweetness that was almost cynical. “N- No more,” you sobbed, legs twitching and beginning to give out on you. You had already been filled with Izuku’s cum, and your tits were painted white with Katsuki’s, yet they still demanded to give you more. Enough to prove that they could satisfy you.

“You wanna be fuckin’ mouthy now, little bitch?” Katsuki’s grip on your hips were hard enough to leave imprints, tiny crescent shapes from his nails appearing across your sides. The blond bent over, chest flush against your back as he grinned cheekily against your ear. You moaned at the feeling of his cock shifting within your tight cunt as he moved. “We’re not leaving until you don’t remember anything but the name of your future king,” he whispered.

“I- Izu…” you mumbled, your pretty little head feeling weightless as your tongue lolled out to meet the underside of the rich prince’s dick. You felt Izuku’s thighs tense at the touch, your eyes fluttering shut with another whine at the feeling of warm fingers circling your clit. “Wrong name, slut,” Bakugou hissed, angry digits pressing harder into your overstimulated clit. “The name of your real future king.”

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[duxpuella]

Oneshot: It's already spring in my heart!

<Atention: Modern AU where Neil lives, and Welton’s a boys & girls school.

Warnings: Fluff; poetry; cheesy flirting; >

Words: 1k;

Note: Y/n - your name/ Y/Ln - your last name/ Y/fn - your friend’s name; As Welton is located at Vermont, i will use it's year calendar. This is based on this headcanon of my.

Plot: spending Valentine's Day with Neil P. - (gn!) reader

Also, here’s my Neil playlist, hope you enjoy it!

image font - credits to @gaydurden;

The snow was piling outside, although the winter was nearly on it's end. It was Valentine's Day week and, every student was utterly excited. Those were the days where couples bound together and love confessions were made. Happily (or not), Valentine's Day would be on Saturday, giving everyone a chance to spend with their significant others or simply ignoring the day if you might.

Mr. Keating, as a romance enthusiastic, couldn't help to give an assignment themed for the occasion. "A confession poem!" he said, which kept Neil thinking for a while. It could be either authorial or from another, already well-known, poet. He searched for hours, and yet nothing seemed to say exactly how he felt about (Y/n).

You've been flirting for a while and, although it was clear that he was into you and vice-versa, no one took action. He did invite you on dates quite often, and you both spent much time alone together (if that makes sense). But still, nothing official. Todd, on another hand, was already dating (Y/fn) for a few weeks. That made Neil both happy for his friend and worried for himself.

He was smooth with his intentions, perhaps way too smooth? But he didn't want to rush things either. Jesus, he frequently held himself back to avoid flirting with you all the time and not make you uncomfortable. Was he holding back way too much? Sure you made him feel like if an entire garden was growing out in his heart, and he could bet that bees followed you around... That's how sweet you were! But did you felt the same?

You both did talk almost every day, and you did laugh at most of his jokes. You called him by a pet name as much as he did with you, and you never excused yourself from his touches. You did flirt back every once in a while and dance with him occasionally too. Perhaps you did feel the same.

Also, Todd and (Y/fn) always encouraged him to confess. That must mean you liked him back, right? With his heart full of hope and inspired mind, he decided to write his poem. The dawn had already arrived, and Sunday was nearly on it's end. The assignment was due on Monday morning, and the students should read them out loud.

Neil did his best, 22h Todd turned the lights off, and the boys went to bed. Neil sent his usual "Good Night, Dove! Sleep well :)" and almost immediately he got the usual answer "Good night, Nightingale :)."

He locked his phone screen. "You know they like you back, right?" said Todd, "How are you so sure?" "Because it's obvious, Neil." "If it's that obvious, I would've noticed, wouldn't I?" "Indeed, but you're way too oblivious for that. And so are them, apparently!". "You're just being nonsensical..." Neil said, turning to his bed corner, "You know I'm not, but fine! Keep up with the denial." and they both give in to sleep.

Monday has arrived and tension floated by the corridors. Today was the assignment day, and nervousness was impossible to avoid. Neil woke up with a knot in his stomach and tried not to give it attention. Perhaps it would go away if he didn't acknowledge it. Suddenly his phone buzzed, Todd looked at him smirking. "Morning Nightingale, excited for Mr. K's class today?" Neil couldn't help but smile. "Morning Dove, sure! Are u?" "Ofc, see you there!" he locked his screen again.

"Shut up, Todd." "I didn't even say anything..." Todd answered, laughing at Neil's (now pink) cheeks. The three first periods were painfully slow, anxiousness keeping him from paying attention to anything at all. Until finally, Mr. Keating's class. He entered the room, quietly, "I hope you made your assignment class. As to open the day, (Y/n) would you do the honors?" and so they stand, answering a short yes to the teacher.

"I chose a sonnet from John Milton, is called 'To the Nightingale.'" Mr. Keating nodded, giving them space to continue. As Neil's heart skipped a beat, and the poets took a glance at him. (Y/n) looked at Neil for a few seconds, enough to make it even more obvious as to who the confession was meant.

Sonnet I : To The Nightingale O Nightingale, that on yon blooming spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hopes the Lover’s heart dost fill, While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of Day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo’s bill, Portend success in love. O if Jove’s will Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom, in some grove nigh; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief, yet hadst no reason why. Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I.

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With the reading finished, the class burst into applause. Neil had a smitten look on his face which made you smile. It was a success, and hopefully, he had caught the hint this time. You had tried to confess many times, but his insecurities often got in your way. But this time, you would make your intentions as clear as water.

After you, two or three students tried their luck. But you couldn't exactly pay attention, neither could Neil. When Keating asked for volunteers, his hand automatically rose in the crowd. He walked to the class front once the teacher granted his permission and proceeded to read, out loud, the poem he wrote the night before.

The winter was long gone And for the first time in a Few months I felt the rays of sunshine Extend it's fingers through my skin The spring has arrived And although I liked the white Flowers, rabbits, and bees make me rhyme and feel like writing a love hymn Oh lover, look what you've done! There are roses and dandelions through the whole sidewalk of my house, you thrive your love in me!

this poem is of my authorship;

The class burst into applause once more, until a voice from the back called attention. "Is not exactly spring yet, Neil," said Charlie with a smirk only intending to tease his friend. A few classmates laughed as Neil answered "It's already spring in my heart!" without giving much thought to it. A wave of "Owwn" was spread as you smiled at him.

You both exchanged loving gazes. Your love was finally blossoming.

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