#prepare for another snippet very soon >:)

[sunfloweraro]

THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG TO GET AROUND TO APPRECIATING (just know I’ve been looking at it every day and LOVING it!!)

But AAAAAA THEYRE COLOURED IN!!!! I absolutely LOVE this I adored the sketch and to get to see it coloured in (with your amazing talent no less!) is an absolute honour!! The detail and care that went into this warms my heart—thank you so much for sharing!!!

@sunfloweraro I did it. I finally colored it in.

(Scene from this lovely snippet!!)

[skibasyndrome]

sunday snippet

a canon-compliant post-s3 situation that has Wille so in love it hurts, coming to an Ao3 near you hopefully very soon. sadly I had a bit of a writing break this week, but I hope to get back into it properly soon 💜

Wille gets to taste the smile when he pulls Simon in by the waist. He gets to feel it on his lips as they stumble through the cabin, all the way along the tiny corridor, into the room at the end of it. When Wille sinks back and down against the white sheets - rumpled, tangled, deserted earlier in the morning - , when he pulls Simon down with him, he still basks in it. In the warmth that spreads throughout his body every time Simon presses his smile against Wille's lips, against the corner of his mouth, against his cheek. It’s only then, as he scoots up the bed, one hand tightly clasping Simon’s, that he opens his eyes again. Only as Simon is leaning over him, does Wille allow himself another look, a proper look. He’s never known beauty like this, never known what it’s like to see Simon’s naked golden skin bathed in the glow of summer sunshine. No other time he’s looked at him could’ve prepared Wille for the mesmerizing spectacle of tiny droplets making their way down from his hair, over the sides of his face, over his neck. Some drops catch in the light, as Wille’s breath catches in his throat. He's so pleasantly breathless when Simon covers his body with his, when Wille’s vision narrows down to Simon’s face, his halo of wet hair gorgeously backlit.

[chock-and-bates]

Listen would Max finger Charles in public in the medieval au or does he still have s shred of shame?

another anon recently inspired me to write little 4k word fic that answer this very question 🥰

cherry wine: During a council meeting, King Max Verstappen of Red Bull takes issue with the way Lord Sainz is looking at Queen Charles. He decides the Lord needs a reminder on who the queen belong to.

And after Max reveals a secret during the confrontation… Charles is rather happy to help.

it will be out in the next few days, you can consider it a preview or deleted scene for the main story!

semi- spicy snippet under the cut in honor of this ask 🌶️

“Who could blame me, really,” Max pondered aloud, as he slowly slid Charles’ undergarments down his legs, “He’s got the prettiest cunt, Sainz. I needed to taste it as soon as I had a look.”

Mortifyingly, Max tosses the undergarments into the middle of the table, right where Carlos is sure to see them.

“You’ll never see him yourself, of course,” Max continues almost casually, his hand slipping right back underneath Charles’ skirt. “But maybe I can give you an idea on what you’re missing...”

His free arm tightens where he’s got Charles cradled up against him, as if preparing for his wife to make a move to escape.

But he needn't have worried.

There is a morbid, hateful curiosity growing inside of Charles that wants to see how far Max is willing to take this, what his plans are for the new Duke of Ferrari.

And if there’s one thing Charles can trust… it’s for Max to deluge him with wicked pleasure, no matter how much Charles loathes him for it.

[alexanderlightweight]

Happy Wednesday! I’ m wondering if you have any more thoughts or snippets on Shifting Scales? The one where Alec can shift into a snake and Izzy a bear!

Sfw/nsfw

here is some more! alec and Izzy love each other they just don't understand each other. and Magnus is very intrigued. first part of shifting scales here since its been a while.

hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

3DNE corpse desecration, cannibalism etc

shifting scales

“I can’t believe you ate someone in front of him. And of all things a bear, Alec!” Izzy is particularly irritated by the bear part. Alec can tell by the way her words end in a growl. But that’s just how she is. She can’t help being sensitive to seeing bears being eaten considering she too is a bear.

And the fact that Alec has admitted bears are delicious.

Alec understands it's natural for her warm-blooded mammal brain to fear him.

“You’re thinking weird, reptilian thoughts again. Aren’t you, Alec?” Izzy sighs and looks far too exhausted for someone who once got stuck halfway up a tree and wouldn’t go anywhere without him for months. “I wish that either you’d been born a bear or I a snake, this is ridiculous sometimes.”

Alec turns up his nose with a hiss at the mere thought of donning fur instead of scales. It’s disgusting and makes the murky green-yellow of his scales dapple across his face.

“So sorry to disgust you with fur.” Izzy grumbles and Alec appreciates the fact that she sometimes lets him sleep on her — not that she sleeps but it's sweet of her to pretend.  However, as nice as fur can be to sleep on, it’s not something he’d want to personally wear.

Trading scales for skin is bad enough and it’s only because — Magnus, with golden slitted eyes so much like a snake but also very much more.

Golden, not muddied or venomous yellow and gleaming with power that felt warm and Alec — like any respectable snake ��� craved warmth. 

Magnus exudes heat.

It’s with eager impatience that Alec lets a day pass by and then another half of a day before Magnus’ fire message is summoning him away. It’s not nearly soon enough but it will do and Alec makes it clear he’s unavailable to the Institute as he prepares both payment, a file on Fray, his nicest jacket, the boots he made from the hide of a Circle member who shifted into an alligator — and pants made from carefully harvested demonhide.

Everyone seems relieved by the fact that he’s taking a moment out and Alec mournfully wishes that it was easier to communicate with them. However even his own mother — who is also a snake — is hard to understand so Alec has come to realize everyone else sees the world in a slightly different way.

Their eyes are fogged over by their humanity and Alec’s vision — despite having two eyelids — is clear and unobscured by the mandate of prey.

—-

“You don’t waste time, do you?” 

Alexander is wearing some very impressive — if the magic clinging to it is any indication — gear as well as some very well polished weapons.

Magnus would think it a threat if Alexander wasn’t blinking lazily at him, forked tongue flicking out to languidly taste the air as he sways forward through the door.

It’s charming and disarming at the same time and Magnus summons a contract. “While I figure out if your rogue shadowhunter is innocent or a traitor, I want you to be my bodyguard.  Non-negotiable and without it affecting what I’m owed for my services.”

Alexander preens, smug and pleased and leaning forward into the hand Magnus had reached out for a handshake.  Instead he ends up with a scaled chin and a smooth, cool jaw that nuzzles his skin as if seeking heat.

“So you want to keep me close?”

“You really can’t resist can you?” Magnus murmurs and Alexander’s tongue flicks out, not only tasting the air but Magnus’ skin and lingering over his pulse. 

“Why should I? Would be a waste of the indignity of wearing human skin, to deny myself what I know I want.” Alexander is so firm with his words. His chin nuzzling further into Magnus' hold and his eyes flickering shut as he trusts in Magnus.

“If you’re certain then, I’ll leave my safety to you, sweetheart.”  Magnus rumbles the last part, earning a pleased hiss and a head tilt to allow his nails to scritch up and down smooth scales. 

His own claws itch to be unglamoured but not yet.

Not quite yet.

Alexander’s instincts are a wonder but Magnus wants him twisted like an ouroboros around him and only then will he reveal what he is.

When Alexander is truly ensnared. 

--

alec is a very unreliable narrator simply because he thinks more snakelike than human and more eldritch than mundane most of the time. Magnus just gave him permission to snack on people, he is thrilled.

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Dad!Yang Jeongin x F!Reader TW : children ; mention of pregnancy ; slightly suggestive ; mainly fluffy though ; Word Count : 1.4k Request : nope! A/N : all of the skz snippets are done!! yay!! These little drabbles really helped me and I kinda want to do another group for the snippets of life... hmmm...

The lock on the front door clicked, alerting you to your husband's arrival. It would be his first day home after three long months of being on tour. Nights of phone calls between you and him would almost always be interrupted by your 4 year old son who missed his father just as much as you did. 

“BOO!” You had been in the kitchen when Jeongin came through the front door, rather quietly as well, like he was planning on surprising you and your son, but Jeongyoo had different plans. Your boy had been in position behind the little table for a solid hour just waiting for his fathers return. 

“Holy shi-!” Jeongin began, but you pointed at him sternly with the wooden spoon you were holding, stopping him before he could finish the curse word that you didn’t want your son to utilize just yet. “That was a good one, thanks bud.” Jeongin quickly said when he looked down and saw Jeongyoo still standing in front of him. “Do I get a hug? Did you miss me? Hmm?” Jeongin asked, crouching down in front of the boy who was almost like a statue at this point, just staring at his father as if he didn’t understand him. 

A long moment of silence, and you were intrigued by it, wondering about what your son was about to do or if he was going to speak at all. He was a lot of things, but predictable was not one of them. “RAWR!” He suddenly shouted, his hands flying up into tiny claws before running off towards his bedroom. 

Jeongin, in a pure state of reasonable shock, fell back onto his butt, his eyes wide as they followed the little boy that was full of scares right now. “What the fu-! FLIP!? WHAT THE FLIP?!” Jeongin screeched, quickly pushing himself up off the floor to go into the kitchen where you were, almost like he was hiding behind you. You couldn’t help but laugh, especially after hearing stories from Jeongins own mother about how much of a goblin-respectfully-he was as a child. “Does he do this to you? Are you okay, jagi? Has he been tormenting you for three months?” 

You snorted loudly, rolling your eyes at your husband's dramatics before turning to face him, cupping his cheeks and pressing a kiss to his slightly pouty lips. “He’s been a good boy. You’re the only person he’s been scaring, unless he does it at the daycare and his teacher just hasn’t told me.” You explained, turning back towards the little lunch that you had been preparing. “I think he’s doing it because he misses you and he just doesn’t know how to express that feeling yet.” 

You could hear the pop of Jeongins lips as his mouth fell open, clearly not on board with your reasoning, but he wasn’t going to argue with it. “Little dude could just give me a hug but he tries to make me shit my pants… got it.” Jeongin joked quietly, and you couldn’t hold in your laughter. “It’s not funny… I miss my son and he doesn’t even miss me enough to not terrorize me as soon as I walk through the door.” 

Sighing softly, you turned around once again, your hands firmly placed on Jeongins shoulders so you could look at him and so that he would look at you. “He does miss you, very much actually.” You started, your thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the tense muscles of his shoulders, feeling him slightly relax under your hands. “He misses you so damn much, he wants to be just like you. Your mother came over and she was telling us stories about how you were as a child…” It was as if a lightbulb clicked inside his head and you could only smile and nod as you seemed to watch it all start to make sense in Jeongins head. “You really were a little stink when you were younger.” You teased and now Jeongin seemed to have both a sense of pride, and maybe just a hint of fear in his eyes. He knew how he was when he was younger, and now he wondered whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that his son wanted to be like him. 

“I don’t think I jump scared my parents like he is though, or at least they never said anything about me doing that. Did they say I did?” He inquired, leaning back against the center island in the kitchen and pulling you closer to him as he did. His hands rubbed up and down your sides, unknowingly sidetracking your brain from answering his question until his head tilted to the side, prompting you to answer. 

“Mm… No, she never said anything about you doing anything like that, but he put his own little spin on being a mini stink stink just like you.” You joked, and in retaliation he squeezed you hips, causing you to squeal and squirm against him. “Rude ass. Don’t get me excited. You know damn well we can’t do anything when Jeongyoo is awake.” You quietly scolded, but Jeongin seemed to find more fun in teasing you, his hand landing firmly against your ass with a loud smack that had you jumping and pressing further against him. 

“Who said I was trying to do anyth-“ Before he could finish his sentence, Jeongyoo once again popped out, seemingly from out of nowhere, this time making both Jeongin and you jump in shock. His blanket was over his head, pretending to act like a ghost, but when he attempted to run off he ended up slipping on the blanket and falling to the floor. “Ah… shi- shoot!” Jeongin shouted, miraculously holding in his curse as he carefully moved you to the side and ran to help his son, scooping him up and holding him tight against his chest. “It’s alright, bud. Daddy is here…” Jeongin cooed, soothing the little boy's soft whimpers as he tried his best to hold back his cries to be strong in front of his father. 

“Did I scare you?” Jeongyoo asked softly, his glistening eyes looking to his father for acceptance, and Jeongin nodded so swiftly, you could almost see the sadness wash away from your son’s face, replaced with a look of both excitement and pride. “I not hurt… I just fell down… I okay now.” He said, attempting to wiggle out of Jeongins hold, but he held onto him tighter, running crazily around the room while making siren noises just to elicit giggles out of your son. 

“My boy! He’s gotten a booboo! Nurse Y/N, we need ice cream and stuffed animals! Quickly!” Jeongin shouted, gently dropping your son onto the couch as you swiftly jumped into the role of nurse to keep up with the impromptu game that your husband had just come up with. “Oh no! He seems to have a case of the giggles! What should we do?!” Jeongin wailed as your sons laughter only got louder, and you rushed over with all the stuffed animals you could carry from his room and dropped them onto the couch. 

“I’ve never seen a case of the giggles like this! I think he needs Mr. MonkeyBoots!” You picked up your sons favorite stuffed animal, one that had been a gift from Jeongin when he had come back from tour last year, and Jeongyoo quickly grabbed his, holding it close to him and hiding his face in it as his laughter slowly died down. “We did it, Dr. Yang! We cured the giggles!” You cheered, clapping your hands together. 

The game ended just as quickly as it started, and soon there was a silence, but it was calm, it was peaceful. Jeongin knelt down on the floor in front of the couch, his hand brushing through his son's hair and he had a smile that he seemed to save only for his son. “I missed you so much, bud.” Jeongin whispered before leaning his forehead against Jeongyoos and letting out a little sigh. “When you’re a little bit older, I’ll take you on tours with me. You and mommy. I don’t like being so far away from you two…” 

“Three…” You corrected him with a soft whisper from the kitchen, and Jeongins head whipped up to look at you over the back of the couch, his eyes wide, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the shocked look on his face. “You’re the one who wanted to give me a parting gift before you left for tour… It was one hell of a gift, thank you.” 

Jeongin gasped loudly, causing his son who had at some point fallen asleep to stir. “That one better not get any ideas from my mom like he did… I don’t think we can handle another mini me.” 

Perm. Taglist : @whatudowhennooneseesyou @duchesskaren @mytherapisttoldmenotto @lovesunshinefelix @moon0fthenight @kurolils @maruskz @hello-2-u-from-me @mrswolfiechan @bunnychangbin @his-angell @if-spearb @yomomma104 @lanatheawesome @facelesswrittes @grannyindehouse @cutie-wooyo @felixmainacc @syuuji @jiisungllvr @yukichan67 @randomwimp @silentreadersthings @cutiespaghetti @furiousheartpoetry @its-hannjisung @lixpixstix

@felixluvr915 @wordsofkpop @kayleigh-28 @szkstay @spnwinchestersd @fleatree @yehsehneeah @vampcharxter @iloveksmohsomuch @lvlnijiro @neteyamsmate4life @futuristicpalacegardenpsychic @delululi @insertsomethingaboutanimehere

[aspionagee]

Update for fans of A Patchwork Family: I will be uploading chapter 1 of the sequel on December 1st or earlier, and weekly updates will commence from then.

I'm super excited, and I hope everyone else is, too! I'll be doing a title reveal soon, and I'll possibly post some other snippets in the run up to the release.

Since the sequel will be gaining steam around the Christmas season, I've written a little snippet of Harry, Draco and Severus engaged in Yule Ball preparations in honour of that. Enjoy! :)

Despite Severus’ considerable willpower, he was unable to prevent signs of Christmas festivity from invading his living quarters. Even though they had both returned to living in their respective dormitories during fourth year, Harry and Draco had joined forces to bring the yuletide spirit to their father’s rooms. Tinsel hung from the walls; a Christmas tree twinkled in the corner; stockings were suspended over the fireplace.

But as he stood in the bathroom on Christmas Day, Harry was beginning to wish he could banish any evidence of the dreadful holiday from his life. All it did was remind him of the impending Yule Ball.

For the hundredth time, he wetted his comb and raked it through his hair, only for it to stubbornly spring upright. Harry groaned loudly, and smacked his forehead against the mirror. He looked completely ridiculous! What was Parvati going to think? Even worse, what would Cho think when she saw Harry? She was bound to give him a pitying look, while inwardly congratulating herself on picking the right champion…

Severus knocked on the door and asked, “What on earth is going on in there?”

“My hair!” Harry said, dragging the comb through once more. “It just won’t stay down - bloody hell!”

Severus pushed open the door, clearly struggling to stifle his laughter.

“Stop it!” Harry said despairingly. “It’s not funny!”

“My apologies.” Severus’ lips continued twitching. “I’ve just never seen you act so very much like your brother.”

“Watch it!” Draco shouted from the other room. “If he was a bit more like me, Harry might know how to clean up properly in situations like this!"

“Bugger off!” Harry yelled back, whacking the top of his head with the flat end of the comb, hoping that blunt force might succeed where all else had failed.

Severus examined him inquisitively. “Since when does your hair bother you? I’ve spent the better part of a year imploring you to use a comb while you grumble at me.”

“Draco said I look like I’ve been dragged through a hedge,” Harry muttered, patting more water onto his head.

“And I am certain your hair was also a complete bird's nest when you asked Miss Patil to be your… companion. She knew what she was getting herself into.”

“Eugh, companion?” Harry gave Severus a bemused look. “Who even says that?”

Severus sighed, and took the comb from his hand. “Harry, this is a losing battle. It’s time to head upstairs. Miss Patil will surely be waiting for you, and it’s rude to leave a date unattended.”

Harry finally conceded defeat and took a step back to look himself over in the mirror. He felt incredibly uncomfortable in the dark green dress robes he’d been forced to wear for the Yule Ball. They were stiff, and strange, and made Harry feel far too trussed up. Severus’ robes were also much finer than usual, but he was naturally still wearing his customary shade of black.

“I’d take the Horntail over this,” Harry muttered.

Severus rolled his eyes. “It’s a school dance, Harry.”

“Yeah, and I have to lead the stupid dance in front of everybody! It’s so embarrassing!”

“Somehow, I think you’ll live to see another day.” He scanned his eyes over Harry and scowled, reaching out towards his neck. “Why on earth have you knotted your tie like that?”

Harry batted his father’s hands away. “Stop fussing, it’s fine!”

“It’s completely askew -”

He took several steps back and raised his arms in a defensive barrier to avoid Severus’ continued attacks. “It’s supposed to be that way!”

Severus gave him a look of immense disdain. “Teenagers…”

“Harry!” Draco bellowed. “Get a move on, Cecilia is waiting for me!”

Harry pulled a face and began to shuffle towards the door with extreme reluctance. Severus clapped him on the shoulder.

“At least try to look as though you’re enjoying yourself, Harry. You’re going to a ball, not walking to the gallows.”

“Har har,” he grumbled.

[tixdixl]

Wishmaster Concert - Intro Blurb

Event banner by @ramshacklerumble

Word Count: 495

Characters: Sebek Zigvolt, Kingsley Tyr (my OC)

Content Warning: None

~~~

A firm rap on the wood broke through the tranquil silence like a clap of thunder over a barren plain. The stone walled acoustics left nothing to imaginary or questionable realities as a second rap followed. It forced him to look up from the dry pages of his philosophy book.

Annoyance crossed his face like a fire came alight. And yet, it fizzled as soon as it sparked, as he called out to the requester, “Who is it?”

“It’s Sebek, sir.”

Like the very knock that preceded him, the voice behind the door boomed like a canon. Despite the feedback, Sebek lacked a proper handle on his vocal control. 

Kingsley rose from his desk chair. He opted not to waste any time, especially in understanding that the reptilian fae wasn’t exactly a patient man, and he wasn’t exactly keen on the prospect of being scolded unnecessarily through the wooden door. As he strode to the door and carefully opened it, his eyes met the golden gaze behind it. However, the immediate aura behind them, albeit still retaining some level of intensity, felt far more lax than he expected. He couldn’t help but feel his own brow quirk ever so slightly. A subtle flicker of curiosity sparked behind his own.

Giving Sebek the subtlest of once-overs, he then took a quick pause over his attire. The other student wore what appeared to be a denim vest, covered in patches and an assortment of studs and buttons. Black bands covered his wrists. And knee high leather boots protected what appeared to be a pair of pristine black pants. He clearly appeared ready to head out somewhere. And frankly, Kingsley had never seen the fae in these sorts of civies before. It struck him almost instantly as odd and out of place.  

"Sir,” Sebek addressed him, now with a far less stressed tone, “get your things and be sure to pack adequate ear protection!"

"...come again?"

"We're going to a local concert, and you're going to need to make sure you're prepared,” the reptilian fae explained, a sly grin forming on his face. He crossed his arms and stared confidently at the prince. 

The pause lasted only a moment before Kingsley, "...we?"

"Don't make me repeat myself," the fae snapped, “You’re coming too.”

A pause fell between them. But before Sebek had a chance to assert himself further, the prince turned about face, leaving the door slightly ajar. The prince headed further into his room. Moving toward his wardrobe, he began to swap out his uniform. However, just as he was about to grab his battle jacket, he peered back over his shoulder and called out, “Who’s headlining?”

“Wishmaster!” the fae answered joyfully, “Accompanied by Her Draconic Majesty, Fighting Dragons, UnderDark, and Pixie Metal.”

The failed prince removed his battle jacket and an appropriate tee from his stache and swapped garments in record time. And without another word, he joined the other student, awaiting him with great anticipation.

~~~

Follow up Fic by @cyanide-latte

A/N: I felt like I had to include the scene that I imagined in my head at the start of the event. It likely wouldn't be the full set of chapters, and probably would be expanded if this were an actual event. But I really felt like including this little snippet would help illustrate part of why Sebek and Kingsley duo in this event. Plus tbh this is the shitpost that started this whole thing to begin with. I had to included it.

Tag list: @ramshacklerumble @the-trinket-witch @twstinginthewind @elenauaurs @sunsmilu

@cyanide-latte @theleechyskrunkly @thehollowwriter @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @starry-night-rose

@oseathepebble @twstchaos @twst-the-night-away @cyn-write

[theladyalchemist]

A TALE OF THE DARK KNIGHT & THE PHEONIX SNIPPET ❤️‍🔥

18+

Intro: OKAYY 💋 I’m hella excited lol. Soo I recently made a short story on here about a breakup between me and my ex boyfriend I have 8H/12H synastry with. We are both Pluto/Venus dominant but overall had a very Plutonian relationship. So one emotional stormy mentally insane night, I decided to turn my short story into a real one to release my emotions in a more healthier way, and I just wanna share a snippet with you guys

⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬆️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

The Tale of The Dark Knight & The Pheonix ❤️‍🔥

It’s been weeks since I’ve heard from or seen The Dark Knight. I snuck out late to Gavin’s speakeasy, the same bar I attended with my sisters when I first encountered The Dark Knight. I wanted to be alone tonight, so that if I seen him no one would be in the way of me confronting him. I was in agony, and I knew a few drinks would transform my sadness into rage. I needed to be angry at him for what feels like abandonment to me. “A glass of port please” I say as I sit directly in front of Gavin’s younger brother Gus, the bartender, hoping to be seen. This was also the same speakeasy the dark knight did “business” in. As soon as Gus poured my glass I didn’t hesitate to throw it in the back of my throat as if it were a shot of rum. “What brings you here tonight Pheonix the great” he says. “Another glass please” I say with a smirk, but completely ignoring his curiosity. He places his forearms on the bar in front of me, and matches his face with mine. “Since when does Pheonix come here without her sisters?” He pries, while getting up to pour me another glass. I look deep into his eyes before foolishly saying “Maybe I came to see you”. Very manipulative of me yes, but I’m intrigued by my seductive dialogue. “Or maybe you’re here for someone else” he says with a smirk before breaking eye contact and helping the men seated spaces from me. Does he know about my relationship with The Dar-? I shake off the question before I could ask myself, but I couldn’t help to wonder if my desperation to be near him became obvious to those who knew me. It was something about The Dark Knight that nearly consumes my entire soul, and I don’t even know his real name. I just knew he was a mad man and I wanted to be near him which made me a mad woman. I could feel myself becoming madly, obsessively, possessively, dangerously in love. Addicted to a drug that I could feel poisoning my purity. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, and I couldn’t function the way I did before I let my heart slip into his dirty hands. The same dirty hands I can still feel slithering from my waist up to my breast, caressing my nipples before tightly gripping my neck while kiss- “John the fucking man!” Gus shouts, ruining my vivid memory of what almost led to sex. A man in a suit proceeds to sit next to me; His face is flustered, his neck tie is undone, and his hair a sweaty mess. “Oh man don’t you look like you could use one on the house tonight” Gus teases. “Tripple it” the man says, slipping Gus the crispiest cash. “Two for me and one for the doll next to me” he insisted. I hurried to finish the last of my wine to prepare for the shot in front of me. We toast to “John Knight, the most successful Wall Street investment banker!” Gus boasts, and suddenly…..

To be continued……

[waywardstation]

hi! i havent been on tumblr in a Hot minute but i wanted to come here JUST to tell you that hfbe might be my fave pla fic ive read ao far! the worldbuilding and the characterization of everyone just feels so so right i fall in love

i reread it on ao3 and even tho its not completed its still a joy to reread everytime

Hello hello!! Anon you have no idea how much it meant to me to get to read this. Knowing I put something out there that you wanted to back to and reread means A LOT.

I’m glad you like it so much but man I have been editing the first two chapters (fixing errors, making characters say and do things that are more in line with how I write them now, and just adding scenes in between to help things seem more clear or hit harder), and I’m like man this really isn’t that good haha.

It’s fun to see how much I think I’ve improved since I’ve started trying to write fanfics (I wasn’t aware of how obsessed I had been with commas and run-on sentences at the start lol)

So reading this nice message really gives me such a boost of motivation. I’m so glad you like the worldbuilding, and it makes me excited to get more out because later chapters are when I really introduce specifics on a lot of things. Namely the Pearl Clan’s hunting parties, that has been my favorite.

Now I just gotta get more out! Hoping to put more out for you to read soon kind anon, I really appreciate that you find it’s something you like to reread!

For now, here is a snippet below the cut; I am unsure if I have shared this before, but it’s a scene where Ingo is preparing to advocate for the Clan to use pokeballs to store their pokemon in, so that there is less food consumption (as in HFBE, it’s emphasized that pokeballs put pokemon into a stasis where they don’t need to eat, drink, sleep, etc. for as long as they’re in them. Ingo does it with his pokemon, and he wants the clan to do it too, for their own sakes).

Wording is subject to change (VERY MUCH SO), but enjoy!

—————

“Excuse me Miss Irida, but may we talk for a moment?”

The Pearl Clan leader turned back to see Ingo – he was trailing behind the group, purposefully so. He had been waiting for the right moment to approach her.

“Right now?” Irida’s eyes flickered back over the tops of people’s heads, up towards the communal hall at the top of the hill. “I’m sorry, but can it wait until after the meeting?”

“It is actually about the meeting.” Ingo’s grey eyes were unwavering, waiting — he wanted to ask her something. And Ingo was not one to usually ask for things.

“Ok,” She relented, pausing in the snow both so he could catch up, and they could have their conversation with some privacy. “You have until we reach the hall.”

“Thank you, I assure you it will be quick.” Ingo fell into step beside her, shuffling through the snow as they now both trailed behind the group heading towards the warm hall. He kept his head tilted down just like her, using the brim of his hat to protect against the wind and snowfall. “I, well… I am planning to re-propose a proposition at this meeting tonight. I’d like to make another attempt at advocating for the use of pokeballs.”

“Tonight? Are you serious?” Irida lowered her voice for his sake, looking back between him and the group. How could he possibly think about proposing that when this meeting was for them to discuss how to prepare for this famine? “I’m saying this not as your leader but as your friend, Ingo; now is absolutely not a good time for that. Everyone is already going into this meeting angry. And if you try and start this again, they’re going to-”

Irida took a deep breath; she was already getting stressed over it.

“You know how people are going to react to that. You know who it’s going to upset, Ingo. Especially after last time. And you said you’d let it go.”

“I am well aware of what I said and I intended to stick to it, but these circumstances have changed our tracks, and I believe this may save us from derailing!” Ingo whispered back. He kept throwing quick glances at the nearing hall, gauging how much time he had left to persuade her. “Pokeballs can help us much more than the clan realizes – I’m confident that this can bring us closer to a solution, if not at least be a part of one!”

Irritation and confusion were replaced with genuine curiosity, but a fleck of doubt hesitantly followed after. Irida shook her head, not understanding. “How could they possibly help with all of this?”

“I will explain that in the meeting.” Having conquered the snowy hill, the two reached the warm light that spilled through the hall’s windows to project onto the snow. “But to do that, I need to actually present my proposal, and I’m afraid that will be difficult with the elders tonight. I am trying this for the fourth time now, and I’m aware of how this will most likely be received. I expect they’ll call to send me back to my seat before I even start.”

Ingo paused just outside the doors, waiting for Irida to go in first — she could do so and end the conversation right now if she wanted to, but she didn’t. Instead she stood there, staring at their fading shoeprints in the snow.

Irida could see why he approached her about this now, and a part of her felt sorry for him. “So you want me to vouch for you.”

“Not the proposal itself. Just the time to talk.”

[the-flaming-nightmare]

WIP tag game!

I hope you don’t mind me picking multiple ❤️

7. Fatherly Love (Black Butler)

14. Caregiver!Dean and Little!Sam (SPN)

17. A Cold Misery (Black Butler)

I don't mind at all! 😁🥰

A snippet from the 9th chapter of Fatherly Love:

"Is there anything we can do to help, M-Mr. Sebastian?" Mey-Rin asked.

Sebastian opened his mouth to politely refuse, but quickly decided against it when he realized it would be the best opportunity to keep the three of them busy and out of the way while he tended to Ciel.

"Yes, actually." Sebastian looked over at Bardroy first. "Bard, I need you to go out and kill and clean one of the hens. I'm thinking a simple chicken soup for this evening's dinner. But only kill and clean it. I'll take care of cooking it myself. However, you may choose the vegetables and chop them up as well afterwards." He then turned his gaze to Mey-Rin. "As for you, Mey-Rin, I need you to take care of the chores I was meant to handle when we got back: dusting the drawing room and the young Master's office and mopping the floors." Lastly, he turned to Finny. "And, Finny, I need you to go out and chop more firewood. It's going to be another cold night."

Sebastian gave each of them a look. "Can I trust you three to manage those tasks efficiently?"

They nodded, eyes full of determination that Sebastian desperately hoped would be enough to keep them from making any mistakes he would be forced to rectify later.

"Sir, yes, sir!" They exclaimed in unison before taking off.

Once the sound of their footsteps had grown far enough away, Sebastian turned his attention to Tanaka.

"Tanaka, if you be so kind, I believe the young Master could use a warm drink after his bath," Sebastian said, before also adding, "I will also explain the events of this afternoon to you just as soon as I get the Master cleaned up."

"I'd appreciate that very much," Tanaka replied, hand over his chest and a small, relieved smile on his face. "I will see that the young Master's drink is prepared by the time he is done with his bath."

Sebastian gave the old butler a smile of gratitude. "Thank you, Tanaka."

A snippet from Caregiver!Dean and Little!Sam:

Sam slapped a hand over his mouth when a sob slipped managed to still slip past his lips. Try as he might to hold it together, Sam couldn't stop himself from bursting into full-blown tears. Nor could he stop himself from dropping into his little headspace.

"Mm... Sammy?"

Sam flinched at the sound of his brother's groggy voice. He immediately threw himself onto his belly and stuffed his face into the rough, musky motel pillow in attempt to mask his cries.

After a several long seconds of silence, Sam thought he was in the clear, that maybe upon receiving no response Dean would simply fall back to sleep. He realized he was wrong, however, when the edge of the bed dipped and he felt a hand on his back–cutting his sobs to an abrupt but brief stop.

A snippet from A Cold Misery:

Ciel frowned at his response, disappointment lining his gaze. Fortunately, though, the little boy didn't become anymore upset by his response. Which he knew was likely only due to Ciel not feeling well and not having the energy to put into more of a protest. Instead, he just pressed his blankie to his cheek and stuck one of Blue's ears into his mouth to suck on, letting Sebastian take care of his wet nappy.

As soon as Ciel was clean and wrapped up in a fresh nappy, the Caregiver swapped grey ear now soggy with drool for a dummy. With that all taken care of, he picked the boy back up and made for the stairs once more.

Arriving back to the kitchen, Sebastian placed Ciel in his highchair (which earned him a muffled, grumpy whine in response) and quickly got to work on packing his breakfast to go and putting the rest of the food away. And while he did that, he also began to make the calls in search of an impromptu babysitter for the day.

He started with Diedrich.

Thank you so much for the ask!! 🧡🧡

[lovekabaneri]

"Snippets from Earth" chapter Swerve and Blurr out!

Link to chapter

The links are not working properly for some reason, so this is what I did. It came out with like- 4k words when I was finally done...

Inspired by @keferon TF Mecha AU. Here are some links to the pictures on which I based the looks of characters, I don't own any of them:

Blurr and Swerve

Swindle

Blurr's mech

Snippet from chapter is below:

“This is your ID, Mr. Doe.”

“Are you sure you really can’t remember anything, Mr. Doe?”

“John!”

“It’s a pleasure to have you working here, Mr. Doe.”

“Mr. Doe is one of our best employees!”

John Doe, John Doe, John Freaking Doe!!! That’s what everyone was calling him all the time and it was driving Swerve mad! Why couldn’t they just accept that his name was actually Swerve?! It made his optic ridge- eyebrow- twitch every time he was called John.

Swerve HATED that name with passion, but it was either that or being sent to the psych ward. And from what he had learned during his very short stay on Earth, he was glad he was not put in there, especially with how the alien attacks had put a lot of strain on hospitals.

‘What am I going to do now?’ he asked himself ‘I don’t know where this planet is, how I got here or how to contact the others. Would they even believe me? How did I even become a human?’

He was lost and confused, away from his fellow bots on a world that’s hostile against any extraterrestrial species thanks to the damn Quints that were attacking the planet. And while ha had somehow managed to find himself some sort of stable job and steady income without having an official identity, he had never felt more alone. Because as socially awkward as Swerve was by Cybertronian standards, he still wanted to have some connection with another being, a good friend as the humans called it.

………………………

It happened a few years after Swerve joined the mech program when one of his fellow engineers pulled him to the side as soon as he stepped one pede- foot in the hangars.

“Wagh!” – he waved his arms as to not stumble and fall to the hard ground.

“Swerve! Dude! You won’t believe what came here last night!” – Twist was practically bouncing with excitement.

“Uh- wha- what happened last night?”

“Night shift received the documents for a new order!” Twist almost shouted “We’re be building a custom mech! Right here, on BASE! Isn’t that right?!” – he turned to ask a tired-looking engineer that was about to clock out.

“Huh?” Hoist, blinked sleepily “What did you sa-a-aaai?” – he yawned.

“I was asking about the order you guys received last night.” – Twist gestured with one arm while still holding onto Swerve’s shirt.

“Haah~ Yes, we got it around… 3 or 4 in the morning. Damn bureaucrats, taking their time…” he grumbled at the end “We left the documents near station 5. You can look it up there and prepare the station. I am going to go and sleep forever.”

The sleep-deprived engineer then stumbled out of the hangars and closed the door behind himself.

“Oh-kay. So, what? We’ve made custom mechs before. What’s so special about this one?” – Swerve was still puzzled.

“Because! This mech we’re going to be making is for Blurr!” Twist threw both hands up in the air “I can’t wait to start putting it together!”

“Who?” – Swerve had a confused look on his face.

“WHAT?!” Twist gasped “How can you NOT know who Blurr is?! He’s like one of the big racing stars out there and now he’ll become a mech pilot!”

“Sorry…” Swerve rubbed the back of his head awkwardly “I am… not too big on the whole racing thing, so I am not watching any of it.”

And he really wasn’t a big fan of racing. Even back on Cybertron; before the rebellion, war and them leaving the planet, Swerve was also not a fan of racing, despite his alt mode being a relatively fast car. He was always a bit clumsy and tended the bump into things over a certain speed limit, so he naturally was never interested in racing. He even chose to skip the last few Speedia tournaments they held before the rebellion turned into war, instead choosing to watch some movies and Historical documentaries.

“Oh, boy, are you missing on it!” Twist exclaimed “Blurr is like THE BEST out there, he’s also very fit and HOT! He’s like a movie star but in racing! Come on, grab yourself a coffee and I will catch you up on him before the morning briefing starts!”

………………………………..

Swerve had to admit- Twist was right about Blurr being amazing. Even after he finished his work day, Swerve was still looking up videos of Blurr on the internet. Anything from news reports, interviews, advertisements for anything from sport drinks to car tires, even a few music remixes with videos of Blurr racing on the track.

He was awesome! Unbelievable! And they were going to be making a mech for him! Would someone like that really be joining MECH?! Blurr was an amazing racer and just by looking at all the videos of him driving in his cars made Swerve turn red and feel like he’s watching some forbidden tape.

‘Oh, no! He’s hot!’ – Swerve thought, quoting Squidward.

The slick paintjob, the absolute precision with which Blurr took turns as he raced and passed everyone, the purr of the car’s engine-! If Blurr was a Cybertronian, he would have been one of the most popular and one of the most fawned over mechs in history.

‘No doubt he would have been a racer, maybe even won a Speedia trophy or two?’ – Swerve thought, feeling nostalgic over the old times before the war.

Needless to say, Swerve became a fan and bought several posters and some merch when his next paycheck came...

[spotsandsocks]

🐺The Lost and The Found Update!!🐺 10k

Chapter 5 is done or start from Chapter 1

Cover art by @ronordmann

Eddie steps out of the cab, closes his eyes and breathes in deeply. The sun is warm on his skin, the sounds and smells wrap around him and say home, safe, love.

He only opens his eyes when a beloved and familiar voice calls his name then within moments he’s wrapped in arms that are soft warm and surprisingly strong for a woman her size.

“Mi amor you’ve grown so much!” His abuela sucks in a breath of air another familiar sound and he grins to himself, knowing what will come next. “You’ll be taller than me soon!”

He knows that too and has mixed feelings about it, before very long he will be taller than her which will be cool obviously but mark a certain change in their relationship he’s not really ready for in ways he can’t quite articulate.

As suddenly as he was embraced the person he loves best in all the world holds him out at arms length and studies him closely, brown eyes wrinkling at the corners.

“So handsome” she taps her cheeks and he bestows a kiss in the required spot. Noting that he really is almost as tall as her now.

“Come, it’s time for lunch and then you can meet the new guests, we have three right now.”

Something sad flashes across her face and she looks at him with a thoughtful expression and says, almost to herself , “Maybe having someone younger around will help.”

She doesn’t elaborate and Eddie doesn’t ask, just follows his beloved abuelita towards the ranch he spends his summer holidays at each year. It’s without doubt the best part of his year. And this year, now he’s thirteen he’ll be allowed to run on his own for the first time. Not that he doesn’t enjoy running with the pack but it’ll be fun to have a little more freedom.

Chapt 5 snippet under cut

A few weeks after the camping trip that left Buck upset and angry and constantly checking his phone things start to improve again. Buck hasn’t told him much more about his sister except she’s doing well wherever she is and then Chimney was back hand staying quiet too. Although, Eddie notices with some interest, he’s also spending quite a lot of time on his phone as well, smiling at the screen and taking more calls than he ever used to. Regardless of lingering secrets the tension that’s been in the air is dissipating. 

However something is still going on.  Bobby’s been out of town quite a lot, taking more leave and he’s been extremely vague about where he’s been going. Buck’s being a bit more distant too. He’s been making excuses about why he’ll be round later than usual after work or not be round at all on some days off, he’s hardly seen Chris at all which is unusual. Maybe this is Eddie’s fault, maybe cuddling on the couch had been a bad idea. Is this Buck pulling away, setting some boundaries for them because he doesn’t want what Eddie’s trying so hard not to want.

If it is he can live with boundaries (probably) but Eddie doesn't like  to contemplate the idea that maybe Buck might have started dating someone. Surely he’d have mentioned it. The thought unsettles him. So he doesn’t think about it. He doesn’t think about Buck and someone else out at dinner, in a bar, laughing, fingers touching, kissing because if he does it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. 

Considering how he’s refusing to contemplate it he spends a lot of time thinking about it. He wishes he knew if but dreads the moment he finds out that Buck is actually seeing someone. Even if he’s not right now it’s bound to happen at some point. After all he’s good looking, stunning really, kind, funny, smart and loyal. Who wouldn’t want Buck?

To distract himself from those kinds of thoughts and prepare himself Eddie decides that maybe he needs to build himself a life outside of the team, well outside of Buck specifically. Eddie doesn’t see dating in his own future so he might as well find something to fill the potential Buck shaped void in his world. 

Maybe he should take up golf. The thought fails to excite him. Maybe tennis? He could take up wood work or… he could start running or hiking in the hills. LA’s not Texas but it’s ok and being out in nature again would be nice. Maybe that would help with the increasingly restless feelings he’s having. Running would be a good start at so he decides to ask Buck for some advice on the best running trails around. 

It takes a day for him to remember to ask his friend for his favourite trails and Buck’s response is unexpectedly obstructive.

“Why?” 

There’s a frown on Buck’s face and you might even think he was annoyed by the request. There’s an almost accusatory tone in his voice. 

Having no idea what’s got Buck in a mood today Eddie ignores the tone but rolls his eyes anyway.

“Take a guess. Why do you think I want to know about running trails?”

[birdhousematerial]

oh oh i'd love to hear about the restaurant au 👀

Oof, sorry for taking so long on these. I got a little burned out and also overwhelmed—but we're so back! So let's go!

So, my current working title for this is "Just Look At Us Now" though I'm not 100% set on it, but I do feel like it encapsulates a lot of the story. This one is Yuji x Megumi and Sukuna x Megumi, though it mostly focuses on Yuji and Megumi's relationship, past and present, which at the start of the story is really just a very complicated affair.

They were in a relationship before, but Yuji has a lot of internalized homophobia and kept it a secret from everyone, which in turn caused Megumi a lot of stress and pain. When Wasuke dies and leaves Yuji his last words and wishes for him, this entire situation kinda comes to a head and they have a very explosive break-up. Before this though, they'd spent most of their adolescence together working on Yuji's dream of taking over his grandfather's restaurant, something that gave Megumi purpose since he'd honestly never seen himself living that long to begin with.

Fast forward to the present of the fic, and Yuji is in a committed relationship with Yuko Ozawa, working at this restaurant that him and Megumi own together (honestly it's like their child in a custody agreement) and also, still fucking, in the office of the restaurant, like, every single night.

Megumi is obviously not doing well, and he suffers a lot in this story (he's my favorite) especially when Toji, his drug addict father comes back into his life looking for a place to crash. Sukuna (Yuji's uncle) is also constantly trying to get into his pants, and I'll add a few snippets of them working together, but just know they're very roughly written and subject to change as I write and flesh it out more.

"Once he stepped out back to smoke, he could feel the presence of his least favorite person, walking up and blasting music from a speaker that Megumi wanted to toss in the dish water, but instead he just rolled his eyes and glared at him.  “Can’t you wear headphones? Like every other fucking person?” Megumi spat at the man, watching him smirk and lean against the wall next to him as he lit his cigarette. “Good morning to you too.” He smiled as he spoke, blowing the smoke right in his face which he shouldn’t care, he smoked too, but his breath smelled like weed. One look at his eyes and he knew he was stoned out of his mind.   “God, grow up. Aren’t you like, forty?” Megumi turned away and grimaced as he leaned closer, humming out a laugh as Megumi shoved at him. He started singing then, leaning up to his ear as Megumi tensed and tried to ignore him. Knowing it only egged him on when he showed how irritated he was.   “Get the fuck away from me, asshole.” Megumi stepped on his cigarette and decided to go inside, hating when he side stepped to block his path. “Oh, you know you love me.” Sukuna cooed and smiled as Megumi clenched his jaw, rubbing his forehead as he mentally prepared for another day of this. “Get yourself together and turn that fucking music down. Don’t come in blaring that shit when you’re done out here, hearing Choso's is more than enough.” Megumi eyed him as he stepped aside, gesturing dramatically to the door that Megumi grabbed and pulled open with a grunt. “Yes chef.” Sukuna said it patronizingly, nodding and smiling like the asshole he was. It was times like this he actually appreciated Toji, at least he wasn’t this fucking awful. “Truck will be here soon, gonna help me out, Megumi.” Sukuna called after him as he stepped inside, hating the way he said his name. He was lucky they let him fucking work here, with his record he definitely couldn’t get a job anywhere else. 

Megumi is such an asshole in this too, and I really liked playing around with that part of his character. Also, Yuji isn't much better, he is like ten bad decisions behind everyone else, but he isn't innocent by any means.

“By the time you get back we’ll be in the middle of service, it fucks everything up.” Megumi said angrily, watching him pull his keys out and roll his shoulders.  “It’s fine, I… I need a break anyways.” Yuji rubbed his forehead as he turned and walked to the back door, Megumi hot on his heels as he fumbled to grab a cigarette. “We haven’t even opened, what could you possibly need a b-.” “You!” Yuji stepped closer as he shouted and then spoke through his teeth. “You’re so fucking angry, at everyone and everything.” Megumi rolled his eyes, lighting his cigarette and watching him groan when Megumi didn’t react. “Toji showed up at my house yesterday morning.” Megumi sighed as he flicked his cigarette, watching as Yuji’s eyes went wide and he glanced around before looking at him concerned. “And?” “He’s sleeping on my couch, trying to get a job. He’s ‘sober’.” Megumi quoted with his hands and watched as Yuji rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in defeat.   “What the fuck, again? Why would you-.” “So he doesn’t bother Miki.” Megumi said seriously, eyes flitting over his face as he blinked and understood. Yuji nodded hurriedly, clearly getting the picture and motioned for his pack of cigarettes.  “Thought Yuko doesn’t like it.” Megumi smirked at him as Yuji glared back, huffing as he lit a cigarette and rolled his neck. “Don’t. Don’t talk about-.” “Don’t tell me what to do Yuji.” Megumi clenched his teeth as he spoke, genuinely wanting to push his limit. Maybe, he’d fire him and he could fuck off once and for all, stop hanging around here like some fucking dog tied to a tree. Sukuna stepped out, eyeing them as he lit his own cigarette.

Oh, and their little affair? Sukuna is the only one who knows, because he caught them once, and boy does that make things even more complicated.

I'm not gonna be nice with this one, its very angst filled and doesn't really have a happy ending, maybe hopeful, but certainly not all that happy for anyone involved.

With that said, this is more an exploration of the dynamics of a relationship and what happens when someone (Megumi) decides they'll live for someone else, putting them (Yuji) on a pedestal and helping them achieve their dreams instead of forming their own. Especially when their backgrounds and life experiences cause them to form a sort of codependency with each other.

This story has a lot of warnings attached to it, like drug abuse, alcoholism, eating disorders, cheating, suicidal ideation, incest (emotional and physical) and character death. It's just not a happy story, but there is a lot of emotion and drama involved, along with some really funny moments.

“Looks good.” Megumi swatted Toji’s hand away and glared as he took a bite of his food. “What is wrong with you?” Megumi asked, swallowing harshly and watching him pour himself a cup of coffee. “No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend, you’re so inhospitable.” Toji chuckled and Megumi clenched his jaw, his eye twitching as Toji peered into his fridge that was pretty barren for someone who cooked for a living. “When- What can I do to make you fuck off?” Megumi handed him the last of his food, he didn’t really feel like eating anyways. He watched him shove food in his mouth like an animal, pieces dropping onto the floor which made Megumi tense. A second grader could be neater than him, Megumi was living proof.  “Let me find a job and I’ll get out of your hair.” Toji breathed as he took a bite, setting the dirty plate down on the counter and leaving it there.  “I’m gonna take a shower, if you’re gonna be here, clean up after yourself, you fucking slob.” Megumi sighed as he stalked to his room, slamming the bathroom door and turning the shower on as hot as he could stand it.

I love writing Toji and Sukuna as just the absolute worst, and they are certianly that in this story.

“So you do have a girlfriend.” He chuckled as he held up a bright pink dildo, swaying it in his hands and smiling, making Megumi regret ever opening that fucking door. “Get-Toji. Get the fuck out of my room.” Megumi breathed in and spoke as calmly as possible, pointing to his door with his toothbrush as Toji tossed it back into his nightstand, the thunking sound of it making Megumi flinch, and looked past him into his bathroom. “Relax, I’m a guy. I know what you do with that.” He raised his eyebrows playfully and pushed past him, looking in his medicine cabinet and Megumi let out a groan. “I don’t have anything you can sell and I don’t have a girlfriend. Now get-.” He shoved him, fixing the stuff he had moved around and glaring at him as he looked at him confused.  “Megs, I don’t do that shit anymore, and we’re both adults here, you don’t have to lie.” Megumi stared at him, mouth open, and realized he was missing the fact he was his father and definitely shouldn’t be having this conversation with him. He did however, feel like pushing his buttons, since he’d been irritating Megumi since he opened his fucking eyes this morning. “Pretty sure I’m the only adult here, but since you want to know so bad, it’s mine.” Megumi smirked slightly and watched his brows furrow, smile growing as he watched Toji's dumb monkey brain try to understand what he’d said. “Obviously, it’s in your house.” Toji said confused as he followed him out of his room. Megumi grabbed another cigarette, turning and facing the man who was still eyeing him with a puzzled expression.  “I am the one that uses it. On myself, idiot.” Megumi shut the door behind him as he stepped into the balcony, leaving him with the fact he’d held it in his hand. Seriously, he was throwing it away after that. There wasn’t anyway he was going to get that mental image out of his head.

I have most of this one outlined, but as you can imagine it isn't easy to write (I don't know why I would do this to myself, but I really like it either way, and do intend on writing it eventually) but I do know this won't be something that is for everyone.

Thank you for asking about this story! Despite it being very sad and depressing I am really excited about it, and hopefully it will be satisfying for the angst, and hurt/no comfort fans out there like me.

[lovelybruises-backup]

A New Life

Pairing: Aged!Up!Neteyam × Pregnant!Olo’eykte!female!reader (Elä Oc)

POV: Third Person

CW: contractions, amniotic fluid (water breaking), very graphic child birth, unknowningly going into labor, cursing, small timeskips, tsaheylu, worried Neteyam, fluff and cute ending.

PSA: Neteyam is 23 and Elä is 20!!!!

Note From Author: this is a small snippet from a story that I am writing on Wattpad, decided to share it with y'all! There is no use of y/n, it's solely based off of my story that I am trying to write. It's my first ever written short story so please be nice! Any advice is welcome! Also PSA CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!!

{Semi Proofread and also created at 1 am… oops 🙊.}

Summary: Elä was hanging out with Kiri when she started feeling sharp pains in her abdomen, little did she know it was the beginning of labor. So kiri helped Elä into the birthing pods and helped aid her for the first three-ish hours until she finally called for Neteyam. The sully family and Elä’s grandmother Mousai had awaited outside of the pods to give the couple privacy during the delivery. Adaku is Elä’s adopted son and Neteyam helped her raise him

Na’vi to English Translations: Tsmuke - sister, Mawey - calm, Olo’eykte - female role of clan chief

Elä felt normal. A little uncomfortable at the kicking of her baby and random pains, but mostly normal. One moment, she was laughing and goofing around with Kiri. Then the next moment, she felt a sharp jab in her stomach.

The sharp jabs of pain was overwhelming to Elä. "Ow, fuck." She said, before looking back to Kiri, who had been just as surprised.

"Kiri, take me to the birthing pods! Do not inform anyone..." Elä screamed when she felt another wave of pain. Kiri nodded her head and rushed to help Elä up so that they could go to the secluded pods.

As the two walked, Elä placed a hand on her stomach as she held in groans of pain. Kiri avoided the crowds of people by taking a short cut that was by the springs, "does it hurt?" Kiri asked as she looked to her best friend.

"Yes very much so" Elä gritted her teeth and whimpered, "shit!" Elä stopped suddenly and tried to push but Kiri ushered her to keep walking. "We're almost there, I'll help you set up okay?" Kiri said and Elä nodded silently as she was breathing heavy.

Soon enough, they arrived at the birthing pods and Kiri helped Elä inside one of them. In the pod, there was a spring like pond, a bed mat, herbs for the labor, bowls, towels, a mat inside of a basket to place the baby, food, water, supplements for the mom and baby. And an extra area for visitors, plus the pod was decorated with furs, flowers, faunas, also it was dimly lit for the mother to feel relaxed.

Kiri helped Elä prepare everything while Elä was rocking back and forth as she was sitting down.

"All done! What else do you need me to do?" Kiri asked as she worried for the young Olo'eykte, "there's a leather band that is in the basket of other necessities- gahhh!! Uhm.. get it and tie it to the hook and then wrap it around my upper arm" Elä said as she was slightly panting through the pain.

So Kiri grabbed the leather band and tied one end to the hook in the ceiling and then wrapped it around Elä's arm, Elä gripped tightly onto it as she adjusted her position.

Elä was squatting now and Kiri was dabbing at the sweat that beaded itself across her forehead. Elä glanced around and took note that it had been about a couple of  minutes since her last contraction. She let out a whimper as the pain wrapped itself from her lower stomach to her hips.

Her body began to move by itself, her hips were swaying. "I don't want to do this, I can't do this" she felt tears start to build in her eyes.

This wasn't how she wanted to have her first baby, she wanted to be held by her partner. She wanted to have whispers of encouragement in her ears, her tears wiped. But yet she kept forbidding Kiri from getting any help.

The pain finally finished, "I-I don't know what to do Kiri" she spoke with so much fear lacing her words, Kiri soothed her as best as she could. Elä just needed the contractions to become more frequent and then maybe she will allow Kiri to get help.

Elä rested her head on her forearm, her cheek pressed to her skin. "Th-this hur-hurts" she stuttered out, it was all pressure and it was uncomfortable pressure that was just adding to the pain.

"After this contraction, I'll check you and we can get you some pain relief I promise" Kiri said pushing her hips in more. She didn't know whether she was on back labor or not so Kiri just applied counter pressure to her hips.

"It's finished" she heard Elä whisper into her arm, "Do you want to lie down so I can check you or do you want to remain squatting while I check you?"

"Squat please" Kiri just nodded, "I'm gonna move your skirt now okay?" Kiri had learned over the past twenty weeks of Elä's pregnancy, that Elä didn't like to be touched.

Elä just nodded weakly, she knew that Kiri was going to have to check her. "Alright Elä, I'm just going to check now" Kiri said, she pulled Elä's skirt up just enough to do her checks. "It's going to be uncomfortable but I'll be quick okay?" Elä felt immediate discomfort as Kiri inserted her fingers into her cervix, she tensed. "Elä take a breath for me, the more you tense the more difficult it's going to be to check your dilation" Elä took a staggered breath, "Good" Kiri whispered as she felt Elä relax against her fingers. Kiri did her check as quick as possible, much to Elä's relief.

"Elä you are only about two centimeters dilated" Kiri said as she looked at Elä, "damnit" Elä huffed out as she realized this was going to be a long and very exhausting labor.

"where do you want to go?" she asked Elä who was still squatting. "Can I get in the water? Or is it too soon?"

"Elä, this is your labor. You can do or go anywhere you want, if you want to go into the water and stay there for six hours then you can do that. Just listen to your body"

"I want to wait for a bit, I'll stay squatting then I'll go to the water" Kiri nodded her head, but hesitated "you must call for my brother so he can help aid you in the labor" Kiri spoke truthfully.

Elä knew. It was very common when the male would attach his queue to his mates to help aid her in labor. But Elä refused, "no.. I need to do this myself-" Kiri rolled her eyes at her best friend, "stop being stubborn and just call him when it becomes too much. There's only so much I can do" Kiri said as she rubbed Elä's back to help ease the pain, Elä groaned in acceptance as she stayed squatted and swayed lightly.

3 Hours Later

Another powerful contraction gripped her and Elä pushed, bearing down with what little strength she felt she still had. She could feel her baby sitting low in her body, ready to be born, but she had been straining for hours now without success.

Elä was panting with sweat and tears coating her skin. Kiri was helping with dabbing away the sweat, giving her sips of water, and rubbing at her back and hips to help ease the pain. Kiri was also helping with checking Elä's dilation progress.

"Elä you're now four centimeters, do you want to go into the water now and call my brother?" Kiri asked, Elä was breathing heavily as she felt exhausted. "Yes and yes Kiri please" she whimpered out as she felt completely useless and kept focusing on her breathing.

"I'm going to leave you here while I go and prepare the water. If you want you can come with me or stay here?" Kiri said as she stood up from the squatting position she was in behind Elä.

Elä held up her hands, Kiri linked her hands with Elä's and pulled her from the squatting position to stand up straight. "I'll call my brother with the comm device. But first let's get you settled" Kiri said as she untied the leather belt from the hook and helped Elä to the pond and helped her undress her lower half.

"If I ask for any pain herbs, you need to tell me no because I want this birth to be natural and in the water" Elä mumbled as Kiri tied the leather belt to another hook and then tied up Elä's hair, "okay okay."

It had been an hour since Elä had got into the water, she was completely bare from the waist down. "unggghhhh there's so much pressure, make it stop" she moaned out, she had her arms around Kiri's neck as she swayed in the water. "That might be your water, it's trying to break" Kiri pointed out as she tried soothing Elä. But the girl was in too much discomfort and pain to even try to relax.

"Make the water break please" she begged as the pressure was at an all time high. "Deep breaths Elä, give little pushes, it should help break your water" Elä bared down ever so slightly but it just made the pain worse. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" she swore as the pain was so much worse. "I said little pushes Elä"

She tried one more time, and finally she felt relief, "oh thank god, that's so much better" Kiri just ran her hands down Elä's back. "I guess your water has just broken" Elä just nodded against Kiri's shoulder, "That means there's nothing against you and your child. Do you want me to check your dilation again?" Elä nodded once again.

Kiri had learned that Elä was only ever vocal during the contraction, any other time she was just silent. "Six centimeters, you are doing really well Elä. Another centimeter then you can push but I'm going to call in Neteyam" Kiri alerted as she held down the button on the comm device, "Neteyam? Hello!" Kiri spoke into the device.

"Kiri? Is everything okay? What's the matter?" Neteyam's voice spoke through, "I'm fine big brother but listen to me very carefully. Elä is in labor and we're at the birthing pods, she is six centimeters dilated. Come now! Hurry!! She needs you" Kiri said in urgency and it was silent.

"He will come, don't worry" Kiri reassured Elä.

So far Elä's birthing experience had been good, it was calm. The room was dimly lit, the water was warm and felt amazing on her hips. Kiri had been calm and quiet. It was perfect for her, it helped with the pain all together. The atmosphere was amazing and she would love to do it again in the future if it was going to be like this again.

Elä immediately pulled away from Kiri and began to squat in the water, she wrapped the leather belt around her upper arm, she felt the need to be on her own. "Don't touch please" she whispered as her head fell forward.

Kiri nodded as she heard commotion outside, "I'll be back" standing up, Kiri walked out of the pod and saw Neteyam running with their family and Elä's family behind him.

Kiri ran halfway to meet them.

They all came to a stop and Neteyam was panting softly, worry written all over his face, "is she okay? Which pod is she in?" Neteyam asked frantically. Kiri tried soothing her brother, "mawey brother. She is in that pod straight ahead, go to her now" Kiri said as Neteyam nodded slightly and ran straight to the pod.

Kiri informed her family and Elä's family about the situation and she wanted everyone to wait outside until further notice or just in case Elä needed any help. Hence why Mousai was there ready in case of any problems.

Neteyam finally made it to the pod and entered the quiet pod, except for the soft whimpers that made his ears perk up. "My love?" He called gently as he made his way to the pond, he came face to face with his mate squatting in the water, completely bare from the waist down.

He could see the sweat drenched on her skin, she was using the leather belt as support that hung from the ceiling. "Neteyam" she weakly called out to him, Neteyam kneeled down at the edge of the pond and Elä reached out to him with her hand that wasn't holding onto the belt.

"I'm here my love" he soothed her as he took her hand and immediately planted a kiss to her knuckles, "I'm so scared Neteyam... it hurts" she whimpered as tears were steaming down her face. "Shhh my love, it's gonna be okay" he said softly as he grabbed ahold of her other hand and loosened it from the belt so that she could hold onto him.

Elä felt the crushing pain of another contraction and immediately snapped wide awake as her grip on Neteyam's hands were tightened. "Ahhhhh!!!" She screamed and Neteyam pushed the throbbing pain in his hands away as he soothed his mate.

"You're doing so good my love, when you're ready, I'll help aid you" he reassured, Elä nodded feeling absolutely exhausted. She rested her head down as she remained squatting.

Elä felt another contraction hit, it was worse than the rest. She let go of Neteyam's hand and moved one of her hands to her opening and applied pressure, "the baby is crowning... ahhhhhhh"

"Mawey my love, I'm right here. You're doing great" Neteyam cooed at her as he placed a kiss on her head, "it's okay. remain calm love, our child is going to be here very soon" he whispered as Elä moaned through the contraction.

"I can do this, I can do this" she chanted as the contraction carried on. The contractions had gotten closer, and more painful as the labor went on. She just knew that she was going to meet their child soon and that was making it easier.

This contraction seemed like it lasted forever, it felt never ending. Suddenly all Elä felt was pressure, she knew what this meant and she couldn't help but bare down. She tucked her head to her chest and grunted as she bared down. It was actually a relief to push, it gave her body purpose. "I'm pushing!"

"Keep pushing! Come on baby, but only push when you feel a contraction" Neteyam said from outside of the pond. Neteyam was in awe of his mate, to him, Elä was doing amazing for her first labor. He had only ever seen this much relaxing atmosphere with his mom when she gave birth to Tuk.

Elä pushed until the contraction was finished, she felt her child move further down her birth canal. "Neteyam- I need you... please" she whimpered out as she sat up, Neteyam immediately got into the pond and leaned his back against the barrier of it and pulled Elä to his chest. Elä bended her legs as her back rested against Neteyam's chest.

"Take some breaths, this is the time to relax until the next contraction" Neteyam instructed. "I need you-... I can't do this.." Elä cried as she felt the exhaustion weigh itself on her body.

Neteyam smiled at his mate and moved his braid in front of him and grabbed ahold of Elä's braid. He saw the tendrils dancing as he held his braid and Elä's. Soon enough he attached the two queues together and a rush of euphoria flowed through him but subsided as he felt Elä shift.

"Another one" Elä moaned out, she once again tucked her head to her chest and pushed. "You are such a good pusher, our child will be out in no time" it was true, through the bond, Neteyam could feel the baby shifting and within the next few pushes at this rate the baby would be born.

Neteyam then looked over his mates slouched position and kept his eyes trained to Elä's opening, she was doing really well.

"Can you see them yet" Elä said as she bared down as hard as possible. Neteyam looked between her legs and saw the smallest amount of pitch black hair between her legs.

"Yes I can, our child has pitch black hair" Neteyam encouraged, Elä smiled as much as possible as she pushed. She was so close. Elä's body relaxed as the contraction finished, "I need to rest" she said and Neteyam nodded as he laid her head back along with her tense body against him.

"Rely on me, I'm here" Neteyam said as he pushed the little hairs that was sticking to her forehead back and just kept whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

Elä prayed beneath her breath to Eywa. To give her strength, to watch over her child. This child is a symbol of their love.

After a few minutes of rest, she felt another contraction, she shrieks as she bared down. Neteyam noticed that his mate was shying away from the pain, "don't shy away from the pain, the pain is what will bring our child out" Elä just bared down harder, she wanted the baby out now. "It hurts so much!!!" she shrieked as child moved closer.

Neteyam felt the pain wash over him in waves through the bond, he sucked on his teeth with a slight hiss underneath his breath as he pushed his strength through the bond. He then saw the hair of his child become more visible. "The baby is so close, once their head is out then all that's left is their shoulders" Elä brought her hand down to her vagina and felt a thin layer of hair. "My baby" she whimpered as she stopped pushing, keeping her fingers on the baby's head.

Another contraction ripped through Elä, causing an inhumane sound that came out of her mouth is piercing and everyone outside of the pod heard it and flinched. Elä did not care, the pain of childbirth will turn even the most dignified woman into an animal. It is burning, it is agony.

"A little more my love" Neteyam spoke as he kept pushing his strength forward through the bond to help his mate, even through the bond, Neteyam was taking away bits and pieces of her pain to help.

Neteyam watched as the baby's head started to emerge from Elä's opening.

Soon enough Elä felt her opening pull back against the head, the entire top of the head moved outside of her, there is a terrible stinging sensation and yet there is some relief in giving into the urge to push. Elä kept pushing on the next pain and felt half the head being forced out. Neteyam tells Elä to try not to push on the next few pains, and to just pant through it but the urge is too strong so Elä pressed down a little. More of the head comes out as she screamed and grunt.

Neteyam had grabbed a cloth that was close and gently patted at her face and neck, trying to remove the layer of sweat coating her body. Elä's hair was matted and damp around her face.

The pains are now practically overlapping each other, and with strength born from the sheer frustration that Elä had managed to push the whole head out on the next one. Which leaves her body with a pop and she gasped.

Neteyam tried speaking to Elä but all of her senses are overtaken by the burning down below and the pressure of the shoulders pressing against her groin.

Elä's body is screaming at her to push, and she followed its orders but she couldn't manage to move the shoulders. Elä grunted, she could feel Neteyam trying his hardest to help her through the labor.

Over the next ten pains Elä tried to move the shoulders, having little success. Neteyam began to softly pray to Eywa. On the eleventh pain Elä decided to give herself a rest for a minute, but the pain of not pushing is almost as bad as the pain of being filled with the head of the infant. Elä gave up and pushed again at the next urge.

"Nnnnnuuuggggghhh! AHHH! NNNnuuuugghh!"

And one shoulder is pushed through, the burning feeling returning to its height minutes before as it was with the head. Over the next three pushes Elä gets the other shoulder out, and with one final heave and loud piercing cry the rest of the child is released from her.

Their child was released into the water along with a mixture of fluid. Elä immediately pulled the baby from the water and on to her chest. The baby gave a loud cry as it rested on her mothers chest. Neteyam smiled with tears in his eyes as he reached over to the outer part of the pond and grabbed the basket filled with stuff for the birth.

He immediately sprung to action and began to wipe the baby, the blood from its face and back.

Once the baby was clean, Neteyam nestled back behind Elä and she fell back against his chest, her eyes shut, her breathing heavy.

Neteyam had cut the cord binding it to Elä, tying it off with a soft thread. The baby continued to cry, loud and angry cries that were the most beautiful sound Elä has ever heard.

Holding the baby to her chest, Neteyam and Elä both studied the baby's little face. The baby opened its mouth wide as it wails, eyes squeezed shut. Neteyam noticed a faint mop of pitch black hair on top of the babys head.

Elä parted the child's legs and smiled brightly, "it is a girl" she announced softly. Neteyam sniffled as he looked over Elä's shoulder and admired his newborn daughter.

A girl. Eywa has blessed Elä with a baby girl, a future Tsahík. Her daughter. Elä thanked Eywa for blessing her and Neteyam with a daughter, a child to rule after them. Her heart felt so full it might burst, but whether or not she was to die right here the only thing she could focus on, was the newborn daughter in her arms. The baby slowly stops her crying and when she opens her eyes and gazes up at Elä, eyes wide. Elä and Neteyam stared back at the infant, lost in her features that they realized she was a splitting image of both her parents.

Neteyam grabbed ahold of the infants queue and Elä did the same. Elä removed her queue from Neteyam's as a hiss left his lips at the pull. Now at birth, the mother and infant are to create tsaheylu. So Elä lightly attached her queue to the baby's and the bond was created. The baby cooed at her mother. Neteyam smiled as the bond was complete. Pulling apart their queues, Neteyam and Elä went back to admiring their newborn.

The baby's skin was a dark blue with light blue stripes, her hair was a beautiful ink color, bioluminescent spots decorated her skin, the baby's eyes were a mix of white and yellow. She was definitely special. Elä felt a wave of exhaustion overcome her, so Neteyam lifted Elä up carefully and carried her over to the bed mat that was covered in furs, pillows and blankets.

"I love you Elä, rest. I'll clean you up and the baby and then break the news to our family" Neteyam said as he kissed Elä on the forehead, Elä nodded and drifted off the sleep.

Neteyam took the baby from Elä's grasp and cradled her to his chest as he began cleaning up the pod. He then cleaned up Elä and had put on a more comfortable outfit and then he cleaned up the baby.

Neteyam stepped out of the pod and saw his family and hers waiting patiently. His family and Elä's looked at him waiting for him to say something.

"It's a girl" Neteyam voiced with tears brimming his eyes, everyone gathered around to congratulate Neteyam on becoming a father. Jake hugged his son, but they pulled away from each other when they saw Adaku inspecting his newborn sister.

Neytiri was talking to him softly since the infant had fallen asleep. Everyone was enamored by the small bundle of joy.

Soon enough after showing the baby to his family and hers, Neteyam went back into the Pod with Adaku this time.

Neteyam joined Elä's side and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, which she woke up to. "Hi" she whispered softly, Neteyam smiled, "you did so well my love. Everyone loves our daughter already" he chuckled.

Elä smiled, Neteyam sat on the edge of the bed with Adaku on the other side of Elä. Neteyam helped Elä sit up against the pillows and held out her arms for her baby. So Neteyam handed the baby to Elä and watched as his mate cradle the infant to her chest.

"What are we gonna call her?" Neteyam asked softly, Elä smiled, "Adikia... will be her name" Neteyam's heart swelled with love as he watched his mate with the infant.

Neteyam looked at Adaku as he saw him looking at the baby in curiosity, "Adaku meet your new baby tsmuke... Adikia" Elä's smiled brightened as the name of her daughter was finally given. The baby opened her mixed colored eyes at the mention of her name and cooed loudly at the people around her.

Adikia made fussy noises and Elä had adjusted her so that the baby could nurse. Adaku laid down, tucked away into his mothers side while Elä was breastfeeding Adikia. Neteyam admired his mate and his two children. He was happy. He was home.

After a long thirteen hours, the little baby girl was born out of blood, sweat, and tears. This was the birth of Adikia, this was a new bead on Neteyam's songcord, and Elä's.

©️softsnowydreamer 2023. |❀| All rights reserved. Do not repost, reupload, translate, modify, or claim my work as your own.

[monkeepow]

Update!

Chapter 6 is finally here!

Have a snippet:

"In a small, secluded cave somewhere on Flower Fruit Mountain, Macaque draws out a magical sigil and activates it, transporting himself to the Celestial Realm.

He finds himself in a dark alleyway, and immediately takes advantage of this, seeping into the shadows. He waits for a Celestial guard to pass by and enters his shadow, taking this moment to survey the current state of the realm.

Many buildings and structures were damaged, and the surrounding areas were, for the most part, clear of any rubble or debris. As for the streets and pathways, Macaque could only see more guards. Meaning that the other Celestials were told to stay inside while the guards cleared up, or there were many still trapped within the scroll. He hoped for the former, at least for Nezha's sake.

The guard he had been tailing walks past his other guardsmen at work, and heads in the direction of the Jade Palace, where Macaque spots Nezha.

"Prince Nezha," the guard says, calling for his attention.

"Nezha replies, "What is it," walking towards the guard.

"Based on the progress we've made so far in our clean-up efforts, we should be moving on to repairs very soon!"

"Oh, this is great news! It looks like all our hard work is paying off!

"Yes, your highness!"

"Well, I say with this information, we should all take a break. It is around the time for lunch, isn't it?"

The guard looks down at his phone.

"Oh, you're right! Should I gather the others for lunch in the dining hall?"

"Of course, go on ahead."

The guard smiles at him, just about to turn around and leave when he asks Nezha, "Oh, Nezha will you be joining us?"

"Um, no, I have another matter to attend to at the moment."

"Again," The guard snickers, preparing to make an awful joke.

"Huh, guess we should start calling you the Third Workaholic Prince, then?"

Not a hint of amusement can be found on the prince's face.

Amidst this awkward exchange, Macaque relocates himself into Nezha's shadow.

"Uh... well, I should be off!"

The guard runs off without another word.

Nezha sighs and taps his spear on the ground. In a flurry of lotus petals, the prince teleports himself over to his temple. Hidden within Nezha's shadow, Macaque observes him walk into a kitchen and retrieves two lunch boxes from the fridge, reheating them with his flames. He tucks both boxes under his left arm, raising his spear in preparation to leave, when he spots something odd from outside his window.

In the distance, a blue pillar of flame can be seen in the sky before immediately snuffing itself out. Nezha gasps.

"Father...""

[blackbloodteeth]

Thank you for the Snippet Snunday tag, @alcruid! Speaking of finishing things, I've finally finished The WIP™️!!! I just have to decide if I want it looked at first before I post it since it was a lot in the making, but either way food's gonna be happening hah

In the spirit of it, I decided to return to this snippet I started ages ago and came back to sporadically, so here's this done now finally too haha

————

Little stretches of leaves brush by his ankles, the soft soil pressing under his soles as branches reach for his arms. Vines coiling across mossy barks guides his eyes while the echoes of chirping songs perks his ears upwards, like a dream soaking in all the gentle morning sunlight whispering through the life above and dotting against his skin, warm and welcoming to his sleepy daze.

Even the wind kindly greets him, through his hair and the loose captivation across his face, all a pleasant daydream he never thinks to wake from, until the very air of time itself seems to halt him in place, now standing in a small clearing where the trees wait around the edge. The haziness still following him tilts his head towards a little creature – a butterfly, fluttering in all sorts of black and red – flits by, and another hovering overhead, and another leading his gaze over to someone standing, just like him, on the other end of the clearing.

Someone all pale and draped in black hair, with white stripes and golden eyes piercing through the swarm of dark, dark butterflies surrounding them. His breath seems to gasp out as he feels his mouth open slightly, the other someone aside from him then slowly raising their hand to him.

The feeling of the comb brushing meticulously through his hair keeps his eyes closed, thoughts adrift until they eventually open again, those perfectly painted fingernails working ever restlessly against the white, carefree locks that refused to cooperate as always.

"You're fussin'," Soul finally grumbles out, causing Kid's hands to immediate freeze in place before he gently sweeps the ends of Soul's bangs behind his ears.

"I am not," Kid retaliates quietly, "I just want to make sure your hair is adequately cut."

"You finished cutting it half an hour ago," he starts to laugh, much to the silent pout hiding in Kid's reflection when he finally glances farther up the mirror.

"…Well maybe I just liked it a little more when it was eight inches long, okay."

He can't stop the snickering from raising up his grin much like he lets his hand lift to pry the comb away from him, giving himself a few adjustments (and a nice ruffle for a little Soul flair) before getting up and ushering Kid into the seat. "And maybe I like actually being able to see your face beneath your eight feet of hair. Now sit."

Now his pout comes out full force as he stares between Soul and the chair in increasing dismay. "You're doing it?"

"You agreed to it," he scoffs. "And just because I'm the beautiful lie doesn't mean you have to be ugly."

Kid soon lets out an exasperated sigh that he most certainly picked up from this day an' age as Soul gives him a playful kiss on the center of his long, overgrown bangs that even hair ties can barely contain, letting Soul brush off his apron for a moment as Kid then seats himself properly and the massive cloak of hair slowly floats behind him.

"Not that I think you're actually ugly, by the way, I just think you've scared the humans a little too much lately and I'd love to see your face a little more," Soul mutters while preparing the shears and readjusting the mirror's angle.

"Just make it symmetrical," he sighs as if Soul doesn't catch the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.

He chuckles again while pulling open Kid's bangs all the way as an excuse to see his golden eyes peeking up in their full glory. "I'll see what I can do."