#pronouns don't grow on trees!

[giantkillerjack]

Thank you, younger me, for drawing so many things in which the lines were never quite right. It is quite literally the only reason I ever figured out how to get them right.

[alisonwritesimagines]

Wayne Family Garden ~Batmom Imagine~

Summary: Your plan on growing a garden. However, you don’t have a green thumb. Luckily, you know someone who does.

Author’s Note: I'm obessed with the Wayne Family Adventures on WebToons. Like you don't know how obsessed I am with them.

BatFamily Masterlist

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: fluff, Poison Ivy and Harley know the Batfam's identies (its canon)

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"What do you think Alfred?"

"I think having a lemon tree could really benefit the garden and our groceries," Alfred tells you.

"Maybe we can have an apple tree too?" You said.

"Sounds delightful. And Master Bruce agreed to your garden?"

"Yup. Said we can have it on the side in the backyard. And we can grow whatever we want," you smiled.

"We should start off small then," Alfred said.

"Right. So then a lemon tree, an apple tree, and carrots?" You asked.

"Sounds good to me," Alfred smiled.

You had been growing more bored around your home now that most of your kids were adults and had moved out of the mansion. So after seeing a good amount of gardening TikToks, you wanted to start your own little garden. But there was one slight problem, you didn't know how to garden.

So there was one person you could think of who could help you start off. You didn't want to bother Alfred more than what he has to deal with so you used your husband's technology to find a certain someone.

The apartment complex looked a little run down but yet again, you knew this was where they would be laying low. You knocked on the front door, only to see Harley Quinn opening it up.

"Mrs. Wayne? Whatcha doin here?" Harley asked you.

"Hiya, Harley. I'm looking for Ivy. Is she around?" You asked.

"Yeah. What's going on?" Harley asked.

"Harley. Who is it?" You heard Ivy ask.

"It's Y/n Wayne! Batman's wife!" Harley said excitedly.

"Hi, Ivy. I came here to ask for a favor," you tell her.

"Uh sure. What's up?" Ivy asked.

"I am currently planting a garden at my home but the problem is, I don't know how to garden. I was wondering if you can help me out," you asked her.

"Don't you have a butler who also knows how to garden?" Ivy asked.

"Yes but I don't want to bother him more than my family already has. And besides, I need more females around the house," you mentioned.

"What are you trying to grow?" Harley asked.

"I would like to start off with a lemon tree, an orange tree, and an apple tree. But I know those take a couple years to grow but I would like to begin growing carrots, tomatoes, and green beans as well," you tell her.

"Those are good to start off with," Ivy mentioned.

"Thanks. So will you come by my house with me and help me get started? I have the tools and everything to start off," you asked her.

"Yeah. My schedule is clear for today," Ivy shrugged.

"Thank you! Harley! You can come over too," you invited.

"Oh sweet!"

Whenever it was a light night, meaning that there was barely crime for once in Gotham, the whole family would get together for dinner. However, they were surprised to see two new comers joining you all in dinner.

"I expect you all to behave yourselves for the night. Ivy and Harley are my guests as they helped me with my garden today," you tell your family.

"Yes mom."

"And no hero or villain talk in the table. I would like a dinner where we can just eat like normal people for once," you say as you prepped the table.

During dinner, everyone ate peacefully but kept a close eye on Harley and Ivy. It was mainly you talking about the garden and your plans for it.

"What are you planning on growing in the garden ummi?" Damien asked you.

"I would like a lemon, orange, and an apple tree but I know those take a while to grow. But I'm also planning on growing some carrots, green beans, and tomatoes to start off," you say excitedly.

"Just make sure to follow the instructions I gave you," Ivy said.

"Of course. And I'll call you in case anything happens," you smiled at her.

The next few weeks, you were proud of your work. The trees were starting to form slowly but surely. You kept notes to check your progress as well as making sure everything was going smoothly. So it wasn't a surprise for the batfamily to see Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy come to their house every week to help check on your garden.

"They're growing good," Ivy tells you,

"Thank you!"

"If you want, I can help you speed up the process for the trees."

"I know I should wait but I do want to try baking an apple pie and make my own orange juice."

"As long as you keep maintaining it you should be fine."

"Mmm. Okay. Let's do it!"

Cassandra and Stephanie quickly rushed over to Harley's and Ivy's place with the bag from their mom. It had been a couple weeks since Ivy and Harley last visited you and your garden. Cassandra knocked on the door, waiting for one of them to answer.

"What do you kids want?" Ivy asked as she opened the door.

"wanted us to drop this off to you," Stephanie said as she handed her the bag. Ivy looked into it before smiling. A fresh apple pie along with a pitcher of orange juice and lemonade were placed in the bag.

"Tell her we said thank you."

"We will!"

"Let her know that if she wants to start something new, have her call me," Ivy tells the girls.

"We will!"

[megistusdiary]

you..... got me shaking at the mention of supernatural creatures.......

i know it's done and over but... werewolf!wriothesley, with his big fluffy ears masquerading as his hair, sharp pointy fangs that he tells you is just for aesthetics, big strong meaty arms that can pin you down whenever the two of you would have some play time (you don't know why he really likes hunting you down in his forestry backyard but you have to admit the adrenaline from that was oh so good)

but he doesn't really explain the tail.

so in a full-moon when his instincts are the most sensitive, his senses zeroing on you, his heat at an all time high... 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

werewolf wriothesley

werewolf!wriothesley x sub!fem (anatomy/pronouns reader)

warnings: smut (mdni), hunting kink(?), werewolf wrio, fucking in the woods, cunnilingus, fellatio, penetration, riding, knotting

your breaths came out in soft pants, each step taken clumsily as leaves crushed beneath your boots. you couldn't help the quiet laughter pouring from your lips as you glanced behind you, scanning the trees and slowly darkening sky.

he was watching you, chasing you, but always staying one step behind. allowing you to think you were oh so clever with your zig-zag patterns of running and sneaky faux footprints in the mud.

he watched as you stopped, just like a curious little bunny to lean against the tree and look up at the stars. your chest heaved as you caught your breath, only to be cut off by a yelp when a hand covered your mouth and wriothesley dragged you out from behind the tree.

"got you." he grins from behind you. his tail swings madly behind him, thwacking your leg as his nose trails up your cheek. he can feel you shiver as he lets go, instead squeezing your cheeks and tugging your jaw to face him.

you look so cute in the rather clunky (and protective) boots and outer baggy clothes he had you wear. even if he so desperately wanted to chase you around in nothing at all, he knew you were soft, your skin was delicate, soles not made to tread bare on earth.

he tugged the clothing right off of you, hearing your surprised gasps now that your mouth was free. your face felt hot as he slid his jacket onto you, purposefully leaving it unzipped to expose you while protecting your back from the harsh tree bark.

he all but tore your undergarments off, falling to his knees as he inhaled deeply against your pussy. your thighs instinctively tried to close, and he used minimal force to push them back open.

his hands covered your thighs, pulling them up to rest on his shoulders as he supported your weight. your hands slid into his hair, gripping the strands out of embarrassment as he looked up at you. he almost looked like a sweet puppy.

that was until he leaned in to lick a long, fat stripe up your cunt. your chest arched up instinctively, thighs clenching around his head. his sharp nails dug into the skin of your thighs as he practically pulled your hips to fuck his tongue. he slid your pussy up and down his tongue, wiggling it into your hole, groaning at how you clenched on his tongue.

"so good for me, sweetheart." he mumbles, leaning back to spit on your pussy before using the wetness to circle your clit. when he feels your thighs start to shake he grins wildly. "gonna come for me, huh?" he asks.

your grip grows soft on his hair, clumsily rubbing at the bases of his ears, and he groans, sucking your clit harder until you finally come on his tongue. he can't help his excitement, tail wagging as he maneuvers you both to the ground.

he lays on the ground first, letting you sit propped up on his abdomen. you look so small on him like this, still shaking from your orgasm and he gently tugs his jacket off of you, tossing it to the side and nudging your hands to his belt.

you undo the leather and pull his pants just enough to free his cock. he's completely swollen and red, hips jutting up. "shit... come on, pretty girl..." he urges, whining lowly.

you lean down, moving any stray hairs away as you lick at his tip. your mouth opens wider, trying your best to accommodate him as you take him slowly.

it takes all of his patience not to push you further and fuck your throat, his hands clenching as you take your sweet time. the minute he decides his dick is wet enough, he pulls you off roughly, situating you in the perfect position to ride him.

"go on, good girl, so good-" he groans as you slowly sink down. his nails dig into your skin while his other hand rubs messy circles into your clit to ease the stretch.

"wrio... it's... too much-" you whimper so sweetly, it makes him almost feel bad.

almost.

"i know, baby, i know. you can take me though, yeah? you're my good girl... need to fill you up so bad." he pushes his hips up and you nearly lose your balance, and he laughs. his fingers dig into your hips, gently pushing you further down until your pelvis meets his, and your head falls forward.

he's practically white-knuckling your hips now, little thrusts here and there as your pussy practically suffocates him. he can hear how wet you are, all from the thrill of the chase.

"i think you're just as dirty as i am, sweetheart." he grins, lightly pinching your clit before he takes the liberty to bounce you up and down. he can't get enough of your soft whines, the view of your body, unobstructed by any clothing.

your eyes might not adjust well to the dark, but he sees everything just fine. his ears twitch with every sweet little moan you make, tail wiggling around as he fucks you faster and faster.

"close... close, wrio." you warn and he nods, rubbing your clit for you.

"can you- fuck- think you can take my knot, sweetheart?" he asks, and in your little haze, you nod enthusiastically, feeling it knock against your cunt.

"need it- i can take it... please." you plead, body falling forward a little.

he continues to push the limits, fucking you deeper until he shoves his knot inside. he rubs your clit as fast as he can, pressing deeper as you shake, releasing at the same time he fills you up.

your body is limp, held upright by his hands until he pulls you down. he smooths a hand down your back as you rest on his chest while he lulls you to sleep, promising he will carry you home safely.

[hurts2think]

Hi, again, you were the first person I asked for a fanfic from and you'll be the second and then I'll ask about the same character again (I don't know if my first request was sent).

Bridget(specifically the Queen of Hearts) x fem!Reader, where the reader is a bit like Alice Kingleigh(except without being underage, of course) and is located at the time of the croquet game, and the Cheshire Cat starts to making fun of the Queen of Hearts and the reader tries to stop it but ends up making everything worse in a romantic way

🌹The Queen of Hearts x Reader🌹

Reader pronouns: she/her

Pairing: The Queen of Hearts x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Plot: Reader takes the role of Alice (as an adult of course) and is stuck in Wonderland. She finds her way off to meet the Queen in hopes for help but she only manages to anger the Queen. Fortunately for her, the Queen is fond of pretty women.

Extra: Hello! I just wanted to say I did receive your last request and it is currently in the works. But this idea just struck me with inspiration! I will get to your other one too :) thank you for the request.

It was dark and overwhelming. You sat on a rock and looked into your hands. How could you ever find your way home now? It felt like you'd been stuck in this place for ages. All alone and bothered by everything you touch. All alone yet nothing would leave you alone. So now you had no choice but to sit.

When you were a child, you parents always told you that if you were lost to stay in one place. Someone would surely find you. But how would anyone even think to look for you here? You weren't a child anymore. No one was looking for you like you were one.

"Is something wrong?"

A cheeky voice from behind you speaks up. You turn around and see a pink and purple cat with an unnatural grin. You've run into him before and you're concluded the only thing he's up to is mischief.

"Of course something's wrong. I've been stuck here for so long and I can't find my way." You let out a heavy sigh, looking back at the ground and sulking.

The cat purred and stretched across the branch he was sat on, "Why obviously. It's because you have no way... The only way here is the Queen's way." He says, the grin never leaving his face.

Your head perks up and you look back at the Cheshire Cat, "The Queen? I haven't met any Queen." You say, raising a brow.

Somehow the cat's grin managed to grow larger, "Oh? You haven't? But you simply must! She'd be just mad about you. She loves girls with pretty faces."

You stand up from the rock and face the cat, "How do I find her?" You ask. The Queen surely would know how to get out of here! She could definitely help you!

The cat stands on his two hind legs, "Well... Some people go that way," he mimicked walking to the right, "and some people go this way," he mimicked walking to the left, "But me, personally, I prefer this way." He says, putting his paw on one of the branches and pulling it.

The tree suddenly revealed a door and it opened. Your eyes widened in surprise. Compared to the dark and scary forest you were in now, through the door were hedges of green mazes and beautiful blue skies, "Oh, thank you Cheshire." You say, rushing in through the door and down the maze.

The maze had many paths and turns, all very sharp and abrupt. But it didn't take you long before you heard something. More like, someones.

"No, Two! You have to paint under the petals too or she'll see we painted them!" A voice yelled from around the corner.

You peak your head around the corner of the hedge and see three gardeners dressed in white and black attire. They were all holding paint brushes that dripped with red paint and painted white roses on the bushes.

You grow curious and slowly approach, "Excuse me. Why are you painting the roses?"

The three gardeners turn to you in sync,

"Oh well, because we accidentally planted the white ones and the Queen only likes the red ones. And with a mistake like this, it could be off with our heads!" One of them that had a '3' sewed into his top said, mimicking his head being chopped off with the red covered paint brush.

"Oh dear..." You say, growing concerned over the statement, "Then perhaps I should help you?" You offer, taking an extra paint brush from one of the paint buckets.

But as you pick up a brush you suddenly hear trumpets. The three gardeners begin to panic, snatching the brush out of your hand and hiding the evidence of the painting ever happening.

Then one of the gardeners grab you by the wrist and pull you to the side, gesturing you to follow and bow down.

You do just that, though confused as to what was happening, you still bowed, tilting you head down.

Numerous guards march their way into the garden, standing aside and making way.

Then one announced,

"Her Royal Highness, her grace, her excellency, The empress of Wonderland, The Queen of Hearts."

The Queen walked through. She was beyond beautiful. She had pin straight hair that was red as blood. Her crown was filled with hundreds of diamonds and her dress was more regal than you've ever seen, even in Auradon. Though she wasn't particularly tall, her presence towered over anyone around.

Even her stone cold expression made your chest feel heavy.

"Your majesty," All of the bowed guards and the gardeners said in unison as she walked through.

None of them dared to look at her but you couldn't seem to keep your eyes off of her, even with your head bowed down.

The Queen looked down on everyone around, walking ahead of the guards. Every step she took demanded respect and showed her royal status.

But she suddenly stopped by the rose bush. She silently touched the tip of her index finger to the painted rose, leaving a spot of paint on her finger.

"Who has been painting my roses?" She asks, her voice having the weight of a hundred daggers in your back.

The three gardners stood up, clearly petrified by the question, "Y.. you're majesty, I must say, it was two's idea!" The man labeled as '3' suddenly accused.

"Me? Of course it wasn't! It was Ace!" Two accused the man with an 'A' labeled on his top.

"Silence!" The Queen demanded, her eyes darkening as she approached the four of you. You stayed down, your heart beating faster in fear.

"Please, your majesty, we're very sorry, it will never happen again." Three pleads, dropping to his knees.

"I assigned you such a simple job and you could not even do it correctly? You make a mockery of me. Do you know what I am to do about that?" She asks, her British accent regal and quite attractive. The question was rhetorical. The three men clearly knew what happened next.

But before the Queen was about to scentence them to anything severe, her eyes laid on you, "And who might she be?"

"Oh, uhm—"

"Hush." Despite asking you a question, she immediately shushed you. With one wave of her hand she dismissed the gardners, her focus entirely on you now. She used her index finger, placing it under your chin and tilting you head up to get a good look at you. "You're not from here, and yet you're on royal grounds. Is there a reason for such things?"

You gulp, feeling like you were about to start sweating. You didn't know what it was you were feeling but it was making you feel hot. You twiddled your thumbs and felt you were about to sink into the ground below you, "Well, you see, I'm—"

"Do speak up when you address me." The Queen demanded. "Keep your head up and speak nicely. And don't twiddle your thumbs." She looked you up and down as if judging your appearance. "Point your toes out and curtsey before speaking again."

You do exactly as your told with now hesitation, pointing out the toes of your mary janes, lifting your blue skirt slightly and curtseying.

"Good girl." She said though it sounded more like she was mocking you, "And always say 'Yes, your Majesty.' That is how you shall address me."

"Yes, your majesty." You repeat.

The Queen places a hand on your shoulder. It was light but you felt like her hand would claw off your arm at any moment. She began to walk at a slow pace, urging you to follow her

"Now tell me, where are you from and where are you going?" The Queen questioned.

"Well, your majesty, I'm trying to find my way—"

You then get cut off again by a small laugh from the Queen. Not a real laugh. The kind of laugh that was more of an amused sound that came from her without even opening her mouth. As if what you said offended her.

You tried to think of the right words to not offend her but it was like anything that came out of your mouth had the potential of angering her, "I was just thinking—"

The Queen's eyes rolled in annoyance, "I don't care what you're thinking. With a face like that you're possibly just better off not thinking and just sitting still and looking pretty."

Her constant interruptions should irritate you beyond belief, but her words made your face feel hot and your chest tight, "Yes, your majesty. I just wanted to ask—"

And yet again, you were interrupted with just a wave of her hand to silence you, "I'll be asking the questions, hm?" She declared, stopping in her tracks and looking you up in down again, "Do you play croquet?"

The question caught you off guard. But it made you smile. Finally! A word you could make sense of! "Yes, your majesty. I do play."

"Wonderful." She said, the word dripping off her tongue like poison and a smile laced with venom.

With one demand from the Queen, all of her royal guards set up a game of croquet. It was finally something you could recognize. Something that made sense to you.

The Queen, naturally took her turn first. She picked up the red mallet, a guard placing the matching ball in front of her.

With one light hit, the ball shot through, giving her a perfect score.

She smiled cockily, pleased by her own accomplishment as the guards cheered for her.

"Your turn, dear." She said, walking to where you were standing aside.

You give a small nod and pick up the blue mallet. But, to your surprise, once you were about to hit the ball, your mallet turned into a blue flamingo. Your swing of the mallet was thrown off by the flamingo suddenly flapping it's wings, pulling you in every direction. You yelped at the suddenty of it.

"Stop—! You stupid—" you yell in frustration but couldn't seem to get the flamingo to cooperate. You were then suddenly knocked off your feet and landed on the grass.

The Queen watched in amusement, tapping her fingers against her own mallet. It was as if she found your frustration and misfortune entertaining.

"Well, that was a bit of a sorry turn, wasn't it?" She let out another sound of amusement, taking place on the playing field again.

You wished you could demand how it was unfair but you didn't. You watched as she was about to hit her ball again until the Cheshire Cat suddenly appeared behind her with a grin.

"How are you getting on?" The cat asked.

"Not at all." You huffed, crossing your arms, very frustrated with this whole ordeal.

"Hmm? What?" The Cheshire asked for you to repeat, as if he didn't hear you.

"I said, not at all!" You yelled, having enough of his mischief.

The Queen suddenly spun on her heel to face you, the cat disappearing again, "Who are you talking to?" She demanded.

The cat appeared behind her yet again with a grin,

"The cat, your majesty!" You say, pointing to the Cheshire behind her.

She turned her head to see no cat. She glared back at you, "What cat?" She seemed to be growing angrier.

The Cheshire appeared behind her again, "There!" You pointed again. And yet when she looked he was gone again.

The Queen was furious, assuming you were trying to play some sort of joke, "I'll have you know, I do not tolerate jokes." She marched toward you, grabbing you by the collar of your blue dress.

You wanted to defend yourself but only fell silent and nodded your head.

She turned back to her ball and there was the cat again. Only this time on her shoulder, still somehow unknown to her.

"Ya know, we could make her really mad?" The cat suggested with a grin. He stuck his paw out as if to grab her her crown or her hair or something, you weren't sure.

In a desprate attempt, to stop him from angering her more, you launch to try and grab him, only for him to disappear. And to your horror, you stumble into the Queen of Hearts. You and her both get knocked off your feet.

You fall on top of her, making your face heat up and your face go red. How could you not be flustered? Really, you should be scared. But being so close to such a beautiful woman like her made you feel all hot and bothered.

"Oh dear, I am so sorry, your majesty!" You quickly get off of her, "Please forgive me, I didn't mean to!" You quickly apologize, reaching out to help her up.

"Don't touch me." She demanded, standing up on her own and fixing her dress. She was not happy now.

"Please, forgive me. I was only trying to stop the cat." You plead.

The Queen takes a step closer to you, invading your personal space. You were horrified of what she would do next.

She put a hand on your shoulder and straightened the sleeve of your dress, looking down on you.

"You're lucky that I'd be too ashamed to cut off such a lovely head such as your own."

Your eyes were wide and you felt like you might explode. You definitely did not like the idea of your head being cut off. But it seemed that wasn't what she had in mind for you.

Even the guards seemed shocked she didn't immediately scentence you to be beheaded.

"I may have some use for you." She said, humming in thought for a moment, "Follow me." She demanded, walking back towards the castle and the guards immediately setting back to formation and guiding the two of you to the castle.

You had no idea what she had in store for you but you could only hope it was nothing as bad as your head being removed from your shoulders. Though it seemed that somehow she managed to take a liking to you. You just had to hope it stayed that wa

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CHRISTMAS MORNING | SATORU GOJO

☁︎‎‎‧₊˚ summary: satoru wakes you up on christmas morning to open presents. its 7 am and you want to sleep.

cw: mentions of sexual activity, non sorcerer au, rich!gojo, no pronouns, no smut, fluff, all of it is fluff. w/c: 1.8k a/n: my first post in a long time. ahh kinda nervous I hope you like it! merry christmas eve!

christmas was an occasion that satoru always went above and beyond to make special.

whether it was for his sake or yours, he made sure there was no way to get out of decorating his place, baking cookies, or matching christmas pajamas. not that you mind. you savored the time away from work to bask in each other's presence uninterrupted and entirely devoted to the holiday, but what perhaps made it even more so was the slow wake of your lover beside you.

his hands, warm from where they were pressed against your midsection during slumber, trace the curve of your spine. his fingers dip between the knobs of your vertebrae gently as if trying to rouse you as well. it works because your mind slips from your unconscious state into consciousness with the kisses he presses at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. sensing the shift in your stirring frame, his kisses grow in numbers as they rise up the column of your throat, lips brushing and pressing with varying pressure on previous faded marks.

you lay on your side, facing away from him, and satoru practically climbs on top of you just as your eyes flutter open to get your attention to fall solely on him.

in the blink of an eye, you're met with an infinite void of vivid, azure irises peering at you with an expression you can only describe as childlike.

"it's christmas." a dimpled grin beams from his too-wide smile, devouring your lips in one fell swoop before you can protest. satoru vibrates with excitement, and he pours every ounce into the kiss, holding your face with a giddy glee. "merry christmas."

a sleepy grin of your own curls at your lips as you try to regain your breath from the overwhelmingly passionate kiss you just received before speaking softly in an admiration-filled voice. "merry christmas, toru."

you lay there, admiring your boyfriend, as he practically jumps off the bed and pulls your arm. "c'mon, we have to open presents! pleaseeee," he whines impatiently, tugging at your hand like a small child. you groan, still exhausted from the long night at suguru's house, and attempt to roll over.

suguru's christmas eve party the night before had left both of you exhausted, though the way satoru acts, you would never have guessed. your friend was never one to skimp out on these rare get-togethers with your friend group, formed from years enrolled at the same college. the holiday atmosphere and the rich decor lulled you into christmas cheer, which always made for great nights of booze, food, and rekindling. dripping in wealth satoru insists on buying for you, the two of you made it back in the early hours of the morning, drunk and worn out from socializing.

this, however, did not stop satoru from fucking you into the bed like he had been deprived of your touch (he had clung to you the entire night), where you both passed out after a single round.

now you're paying the price for the long night as his eyes widen comically when you avoid him. he rushes to stop you by throwing himself over you and, despite your protesting, makes you face him.

"nah, uh, where do you think you're going? it's christmas! we have presents from santa–"

"--he's not real, baby. let me sleep a couple more minutes." you chime back, and his expression drops with a huff.

"you don't know that! and we only will when we look under the tree," he states jokingly, refocusing his abundance of energy on getting you up.

you scoff, raising an incredulous eyebrow. "yeah, like you would be on the nice list."

satoru gasps, loud and dramatic, falling to his knees in front of your bed with a cry.

"how could you say such a thing? i'm the kindest, nicest person you know!" he exclaims, a hand hovering over his heart to further the theatrics, and you can't help but roll your eyes at his exaggeration.

"you weren't very nice last night."

his eyes shift, darkening by a shadow passing over his irises as they gain a mischievous gleam. satoru leans over you despite kneeling on the floor. "oh yeah? well, you didn't seem to mind when i fucked your pretty pussy so hard she was crying and screaming my name–"

"ok, time to get up!" you interrupt, mortified by the vivid personification he used to describe last night, your cheeks set aflame by his teasing. you hide from his cocky chuckle and self-satisfied smirk, embarrassment churning in your gut as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"that's what i thought, sweetheart." cocky bastard.

you rummage the floor for a shirt, the blanket covering your lower half as you throw his santa hat off the first one you can find, which coincidentally is his.

satoru whines sadly when his shirt covers your bare breasts, a frown pulling his lips down as your once naked body, decorated in hickeys, is covered. "what's the point of my hard work if you're just going to cover it?" he gestures to the bruises, pouting with the familiar solum look he uses when he wants something.

"i'm not going out there naked, toru." slipping on slippers, you stand, craning your neck to look him in the eye. your exasperation does not go unnoticed by the white-haired male.

"there's no reason you can't," he suggests, tugging you in front of him and letting his hands settle on your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "it could be like a christmas present…to me!"

you raise an eyebrow. "i thought you wanted to open gifts?"

his face brightens as he remembers his original goal, his one-track mind making his hand tug you to the door without a second thought and newfound eagerness.

your living room is the same as you left it last night, with your cocktail dress strewn across the back of the sofa and satoru's shoes scattered across the hardwood, but what's different is the snow swirling in slow flakes outside the massive windows. it lands on the window sill, and the rest slowly descends to the world outside satoru gojo's penthouse. the bleak grey does nothing to discourage the sight of the luminescent christmas tree taking up your living room and glittering with a rainbow of lights against the grey sky in the ray of morning light.

a christmas morning crafted from a hallmark movie.

an array of presents ranging in various sizes and shapes overflows from under the tree you decorated weeks ago, and before you know it, you throw yourself into your lover's arms. a teasing remark sits at the tip of his tongue, maybe to poke fun at your elation, but he hesitates, fingers twitching at his side. in a moment so delicate it could be shattered like glass, he frames every second of the scene into memory, holding the warm and achy feeling in his chest close.

arms circle your body pressed tightly into satoru's, butterflies erupting from your stomach when you glance upwards and find him already staring.

"thank you," you muster every ounce of sincerity into your voice, swallowing the lump forming in your throat when he returns your gentle smile with his own.

"don't thank me yet. you haven't even seen what i got you!" effortlessly, he turns your attention away from the raw and achy emotions being pulled to the surface and onto you, where your eyes sparkle with eagerness.

the both of you find a seat on the floor and begin the seemingly endless presents and discarded wrapping paper; the laughter and joy that can only come from christmas morning echo off the walls you call home. and when the gifts are opened, and the faint tune of falling snow is all that's left, you are sure it can't get any better.

even as satoru nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, his lips parting to whisper the words on your skin that have never been uttered in a moment of complete clarity. "i love you."

it somehow becomes perfect.

bonus:

staring at your mountain of gifts, ranging from designer to everything under the sun you mentioned wanting during the year, piles around you, and the thrill of being spoiled by your filthy rich boyfriend quickly wears off into guilt.

was his presents thoughtful? yes. overwhelming? also yes. especially since neither the price nor the quantity of gifts you'd given him come close to what you have. so the shame of being spoiled and unable to provide the same, in turn, quiets you into an insecure ball of nerves.

"do you like it?" your heavy gaze lifts to find him, and he squirms where he sits, uncharacteristically nervous. he waits for your reaction with uncertain eyes, wringing his hands together to calm his apprehension. "i tried to get everything you wanted, but i know how you feel when i overdo things…"

"satoru," you breathe, looking over the gifts once more. the following words come in a gentle coo he's come to recognize are used to let him down easily. "i do love everything, but it is a lot. you didn't have to spend so much."

frowning, your gaze flickers to him, and his eyes dip, avoiding yours. "ah, okay. i didn't mean to upset you," he murmurs in a quiet, saddened voice, and you quickly shake your head, realizing he took it the wrong way. shuffling on your knees to where he sits, you fall into his chest. solid and well-defined arms circle your body without a word, and you hear the distinct sound of his breath hitching at the contact.

"never. you're too good to me and treat me so well, baby, but you don't have to spend all your money on me."

"trust me, i didn't," he teases, attempting to regain the lighthearted atmosphere, before adding in a more hopeful tone, "but i'm glad you like your gifts."

"oh yes, the lingerie set was especially thoughtful," you joke, and he cracks a smile at that. only your expression falls a moment later when you clear your throat. "i just hope what i got is okay. i know you've been asking for a new watch and those glasses, but it's hard to find gifts for someone who has everything. i'm sorry i didn't get you more."

the sad murmur and downcast expression made satoru's heart crack, remorse twisting his stomach into knots. "no, no, no baby, i love what you got me. i couldn't be happier with all of your thoughtful gifts." he kisses the top of your head, resting his head on yours for a quiet moment of admittance that makes you fall in love with him all over again. "but everything i want is right here with you, sweet thing."

[osleeplessflowero]

💜 Reader has They/Them pronouns and their appearance is entirely up to you! ❌ The skeletons will not be entirely canon accurate and will have a few of my headcanons attached. I hope they're still enjoyable! Sequel to this oneshot. ❣️ Sanses belong to their respective owners. All I own is the writing. WORDS: 1,589

🌨️❄️ SNOW DAY! ☃️🧊

Snow gently falls from the sky, hitting the ground and covering it with a pure white, cold blanket. It fogs up the windows, freezing them. Trees have icicles on their branches.

Nightmare's garden has been covered up for the season, the roses and other flowers being kept alive inside a magical greenhouse.

A fireplace crackles in the main living room, its warmth filling the castle.

You sit up in your bed, sliding off of it and walking over to the window, rubbing your eyes to wake up a bit better before looking outside. Upon seeing the snow, you comically press your face up against the glass before excitedly walking to the door, sliding on some slippers of choice and exiting your room.

It's SNOWING!

You rush to Killer's door, tapping on it rapidly until he slides it open.

"you have really gotta stop doing that so early." He yawns, stretching and cracking his bones a little.

"You know you love seeing me in the morning." You smile smugly.

"hmmm.. i guess so."

You gasp, mocking offense. "You guess? You wound me, Killer, such a heartbreaker.."

He snickers, putting his hand up to his mouth.

You put the back of your hand against your forehead, leaning back dramatically. "Whatever could I do?"

"you could tell me why you woke me up this early again, for starters."

"Oh yeah-" You stand up straight again. "It's SNOWING outside!" You grin, bouncing slightly in place.

"..okay and?"

"Killer, it's SNOW- we could do all kinds of things out there- we could have snowball fights, we could build snowpeople, we could do a LOTTA things-"

"ehh, when you grow up surrounded by snow it loses a lot of its appeal."

"C'monnn, don't you wanna hang out with me? Doesn't have to be for too long, but I think it could be fun. Why not give it a chance?" You smile pleadingly, pressing your hands together. He looks you over, seemingly contemplating, before sighing and giving in.

"fine, but don't expect me to stay for too long."

"I'll take it." You smile warmly.

"what's goin' on over here?" Dust walks over, taking a sip of coffee.

You make grabby hands, and he shakes his head. "no, get your own. answer me."

"well, they wanna go out and spend some time in the snow today."

"yeah? how come?"

"Because it could be fun- and it means group bonding time."

"what's gotten you all motivated for group bonding stuff?"

"I dunno. I just wanna spend time with my favorite people all together. Is that so bad?"

Dust and Killer look at each other, before sighing and smiling at you.

"i guess one day couldn't hurt, right killer?" "yeah. only doing this for them though."

You smile smugly, before Horror's door opens.

"why are you all so loud so early."

"Good morning, Horror." You smile at him, and he smiles a little in return. "..mornin'. what's goin' on?"

"We're gonna go out and have a snow day. Wanna join us?" "do i have to stand next to them?" "No, you can stand wherever you want." "then i'm in."

"you wound us, horror." Killer pretends to wipe away a tear. "literally could not give less of a shit." Horror deadpans, before you motion for everyone to follow you to the kitchen.

You get some more coffee started, chatting with everyone about old missions and other things like that, pouring cups for everyone. You hear a large set of doors open and close, peeking your head out of the kitchen to see Nightmare approaching.

"Morning, Night." You smile at him. "Morning. What's going on?" "We're all just having coffee right now, but we're gonna go have some fun in the snow later." "Why would you wanna go out there if it's freezing? Humans are vulnerable to frostbite, and snow's annoying to get off of your clothes. Just gets them all wet, too." He scrunches up his face. "C'monnn, there's lots of fun to be had out there. Why don't you join us? You might like itttt." "If I agree will you stop pestering me about it?" "Yes." You blink innocently. "Fine. But only for a little while." He puts his hand on your head, messing up your hair before going into the kitchen to get some coffee for himself.

You fist pump, going back as well.

After a few more minutes of conversation, you go back to your room to find much warmer clothes for yourself, knowing that since they're skeletons they don't feel the cold. You, however, are not immune to frostbite, and need protection.

Once you've properly bundled up, you walk out of your room and go into Killer's.

"Rate the fit-" "gimme a 360."

You spin around in a circle before striking a pose.

"9/10, should've went with a little more red." "You would say that." You snicker, walking out with him. He holds your hand as you walk, much less to keep up and more just because he wanted to.

You reach the living room where the other three are waiting by the fire for you, greeting them and heading out.

Snow crunches under your shoes as you walk, feeling it hit your head and making your cheeks a little flushed.

Killer walks casually beside Dust, who has his hands in his pockets. Horror lets some snow fall on his hand silently for a bit. Nightmare just walks next to you, a neutral look on his face.

You try to think of what to do first, then get an idea and smile deviously.

While the others are distracted, you reach down and pick up some snow, forming it into a ball and holding your hands behind your back.

"Oh Killerrrr.. I have a gift for you." "is it the gift of your undying love and affection for me?" He puts his hands on his cheeks, shooting you a wink. "Killer, you already know that I love you. But that's not it. THIS IS-"

You hit him right in the face with a snowball, then run for dear life.

"ohohoho, you are SO GONNA GET IT-" He runs after you, forming a snowball himself. You let out a scream, but in truth, you're not actually scared. It's one of excitement.

Nightmare shakes his head, watching in slight amusement.

"you gonna get in on that, boss?" Dust asks, standing beside him. "Absolutely not. I'd rather not have snow hurled at my face." "they seem to be having a lot of fun th-"

Dust gets hit in the face with a snowball. Followed by a "SORRY DUST-" in the distance.

"sorry to cut this short, boss, but this is a declaration of war-" "Go on."

He runs off, picking up snow in both hands and making two snowballs, chasing you both down. Horror looks at Nightmare, Nightmare sharing a look back, before Horror just leaves him to himself and joins the fight.

Walls are built, alliances made, betrayals were common.

You had a blast, aiming another snowball at Killer and throwing it before he ducks..and it hits Nightmare.

You feel yourself tense, the others stare at him. Killer looks like he's about to burst out laughing, Dust puts his hand to his teeth, and Horror..honestly doesn't care.

"Now look what you've done." "Nightmare, I-" "YOU DARE DECLARE WAR ON THE KING OF NEGATIVITY?"

He charges at you with a malicious grin, you playfully screaming and running as the others join in an all-out battle. You feel proud that you managed to get him to join in on the fun this time.

Once you all tire yourselves out, you focus your attention on snowpeople building. (After you take the time to go inside and get some extra parts to decorate them, that is.)

You make yours a silly fellow, a rather gentlemanly specimen indeed. You then make a much smaller gentleman to keep him company.

Killer makes sure to sculpt his properly, adding the classic carrot nose and a few pieces of clothing like a hat and scarf.

Dust..okay that's a pile of snow with his name written on it. Doesn't count.

Horror makes a bigger snowperson, carefully crafting details onto it, making small patterns in the snow with his sharp fingers. You give him some assistance, suggesting what to add to certain parts.

Nightmare adjusts yours when you aren't looking, sprucing it up a little and fixing its hat when it begins to slide off.

"Okay, I think it's time to go back inside. Their face is getting a bit too flushed. I wouldn't want to risk frostbite."

"Aww, okay. We should do this again if it snows tomorrow. Maybe we could go ice skating that time- I bet I could skate better than youu-" "Sure, we'll go with that." "You doubt my skills?" "I do doubt your skills."

You scoff, nudging Nightmare's shoulder as you all walk back. He simply grins at you.

You change out of your wet clothes, putting on some warm pajamas and going to sit in the living room with everyone. Nightmare sits to your right at the end of the couch, Killer on your left. Dust sits in a recliner, and Horror sits in front of you on the floor. You lean a bit on Nightmare as a movie starts, tracing lines on Horror's skull with your hand and taking an occasional sip of hot chocolate.

After a few jokes and discussions, you feel yourself getting tired, falling asleep right in the same spot. Feeling perfectly comfortable with your favorite skellies around.

[barefoothighlander]

two birds

summary: your last thoughts are of Simon

warnings: violence, death, blood, angst, reader callsign is storm, gn pronouns

a/n: In my feels, now everyone must suffer my ghost angst, I'm sorry

The shots ring through the air, the bullets whizzing by your ears as you and Ghost fight through the mob ahead of you, you're exposed in an open field, just the two of you. You called for evac five minutes ago, patiently awaiting the sound of the helicopter blades whirring above you, you're nearly out of ammo, replacing your empty clip with your final round,

"I'm almost out" You shout to him

"Only a few left, keep going"

You're both sprinting around, ducking for cover behind rocks and trees, dropping the men as soon as you see them,

"Two on your left, get over here"

You rush beside Simon, bracing your back against the tree as he turns to shoot the two men, you move to turn, a sharp pain shooting from your abdomen across your body,

"It's clear, let's go"

He moves forward, urging you to follow, you take a pained breath, your legs moving slowly as you trail behind him. You make your way to a small cabin a few miles from where you were, your legs stumbling over the uneven ground as your hand clutches your side.

"Are you hit?" Ghost asks, turning his body towards you as you arrive at the house,

"Just a graze" You shake your head in denial, but your fingers are stained red, you can feel the drips dampening your clothing.

"Get inside" His hand is firm on your back, helping you in, he closes the door and you collide with the wall, your back pressed against the wood as you brace against it.

"You alright love?" His words pass through your ears, the stinging in your stomach making you wince in pain, "Storm are you hurt?" There's panic in his voice as his eyes scan your body, he can see the drips of blood pooling around your feet, the tears that prick your eyes as you look back at him, his breath is shaky as he reaches for you, his hand covering yours, you flinch at the contact.

"Watcher this is Alpha team, how far out are you?"

"Alpha this is Watcher, we are 10 minutes out"

"Alright, just hang on love, a little longer"

You nod toward him, breathing deeply as you slide down the wall,

"I need to see, move your hand"

His eyes are glued to yours as he lifts up your shirt, it's drenched in blood, he lets out a heavy breath as he sees your wound, a bullet had entered your lower stomach,

"How bad?"

He takes a beat, his hands shaking as he presses into your skin to try and stop the bleeding, "There's no exit wound, but you'll be okay, you're fine"

You huff a small laugh, the movement in your chest making you grimace, your tears are falling down your cheeks, mixing with the dirt that stains your skin as your muscles get weaker, dropping to the floor.

"Hey look at me, we'll be out in a few minutes just hang on"

You smile weakly at him, a frail hand moving to cup his cheek, he leans into your touch,

"Let me see you"

His eyes are watery as his free hand moves to tug his mask off, your thumb traces over his skin,

"So beautiful"

"C'mon don't go all soft on me" He jokes, his eyes glaring down to his stained skin, the pool of red under your body growing later by the second.

"It's okay"

"No, no you're gonna be fine, it's just a scratch"

"Simon" Your voice is soft, his shaky hands pressing firmer into your skin, your body is numb from the blood loss, your skin getting pale as he shakes his head at you,

"It's not fair" His voice is trembling, "It shouldn't have been you"

"We've had a good life" You smile

"Not long enough, it's too soon, we're supposed to get all old and cranky together"

"I think you've had the cranky part down for years"

He laughs quietly, he's looking around for anything he can use to help stop the bleeding, his movements frantic, you place a delicate hand over his, he turns to you his face flushed.

"I won't let you die, not now"

He curses, his hand reaching for his comms, "Goddamnit Watcher where are you?" He's yelling into his microphone

"ETA 5 minutes"

"You need to be here now! Fuck!"

"Simon" Your voice is weak, your head falling back against the wall,

"I'm here love, what is it"

"I just, I gave you all I had, you need to know that"

"I know baby I know, just a little longer okay"

His eyes are frantically scanning outside for the helicopter, your eyelids are heavy as he moves to hold you, his arm wrapping around your neck to pull you into him,

"Hey you gotta stay awake for me alright, talk to me"

"So tired Si"

"I know, just think about getting home, we'll go see the ocean like you always wanted"

"You hate the ocean"

"I do yea" He huffs a small laugh, "But I'd do anything for you"

Your limbs are heavy, your frame only being held up by his grip as you grow weaker.

"I want you to find someone, after me"

"What?"

"When I'm gone, you deserve to be happy"

"I don't want anyone but you, you're it for me, this, us, that's how my story ends, us together"

"C'mon, you can't be hung up on me forever"

"Baby I have loved you from the minute we met, there's no room for anyone else"

Your skin is puffy from your tears, your cheeks flushed as your hand holds his cheek, the blood from your fingers smearing onto his skin.

"Thank you for letting me love you"

The distant sound of the helicopter echoes through the walls of the house, Simon's eyes widening at the sound,

"Alright baby, you have to stand, we have to go"

You shake your head, crying out in pain as he tries to lift you,

"I can't Si"

"You can come on, just hold onto me"

"Simon, you have to let me go"

His tears are falling, his hands pulling you into his chest so your head is tucked under his chin, his lips pressing to the crown of your head.

"It's okay" Your words are muffled in his clothes, you pull back weak eyes staring back at him, you slowly lean in to kiss him, his hands holding you there.

"Please don't leave me" He whispers, his forehead pressed to yours,

Your hand falls from his cheek, "It's okay, I'm in the arms of the man I love, the man I will always love, it doesn't hurt"

He's shaking his head,

"There's no pain anymore, just you, I love you Simon Riley"

Your heavy eyes close, your body growing limp in his hold, he tugs you into his chest, his tears wetting your hair as he muffles his sobs against you, his body shaking slightly.

He whispers your name, taking a strained breath as the full weight of your lifeless body is held by him, his hands stroke your hair, slowly rocking as he sits, his mind numb as the feeling of his heart being ripped out fills him, the sound of the landing helicopter outside buzzing in his ears.

[victoria-writes]

I will never forget you.

Pairing: Legolas x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: Legolas proposes to you and reassures you that he wants to be with you. Fluff & Angst with a happy ending + bonus ending

Word Count: 1605

Notes:

Reader is human

No gender or pronouns used to refer to the reader. Reader is briefly mentioned to have short hair

MENTIONS OF DEATH (reader's). Don't read if you're not ok with thinking about your own mortality xoxo

Read it on AO3 here

Story:

It has been months since you moved to Mirkwood with the prince following the disbandment of the fellowship and destruction of the one ring. Sometimes your mind would drift to what could’ve happened had the ring fallen into the wrong hands or if any other evil lies dormant, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. You could never sit with these thoughts for long, though. Legolas seemed to have a sixth sense for when you needed to see the good in the world again. Today was one of those days. 

“Come, there is something I wish to show you”, the elf smiled as he stretched his hand out, waiting for you to take it from your place sitting in a wooden chair inside the royal palace. 

“It better not be another elk giving birth in the woods. I’m still traumatized from your idea of ‘the beauty of nature’”, you grimace at the memory still not extending your hand.

“No, no, nothing like that. I promise”, he chuckles softly.

“Fine”.

Legolas had brought you to a clearing in the forest, surrounded by old-growth trees and wildflowers. White queen anne’s lace, forget-me-nots, and flowers whose names you did not know, who only seemed to grow near where elves trot, filled your eyes. This is not the first time he’s found a quiet spot in nature to take you, and it will surely not be the last. While overlooking the rainbow of colors seemingly dancing in the field in front of you, you sneak a glance at the elf from the corner of your eye. He stands confidently with his hands behind his back next to you and smiles. If it were anyone else looking at him, they’d think he was completely at ease. Anyone but you. The look in his eyes said “Do you like it? Do you? Please tell me you like it.”. He always wanted to impress you, whether it be shooting three arrows at once when one would suffice, wearing his nicest clothes (“Legolas why are you wearing your ceremonial attire?” “Don’t worry about it, father”.), or finding the best places to take you. Be still, your beating heart. For a nearly 3,000 year old elf, he acted like a lovesick teenager. 

“It’s absolutely beautiful”, you finally say after a long silence. Legolas releases tension in his shoulders he didn’t even realize he was holding. 

“I knew you would. Let us sit in the grass.”, he guided you so that he was sitting with your back against his chest, his legs on either side. 

You felt your tongue form teasing words about him taking you on a hike to a remote spot just for a cuddle, but they faded away as he wrapped his arms around your sides and began to plant soft, slow kisses on your neck and shoulder. You melted into his warm touch. 

“May I braid your hair?”

“Yes, but there’s not much to braid.”, you reply. You had recently gotten a haircut and felt as though Legolas may be disappointed. He was very enthusiastic about your new look the first time he saw it, but now you fear he may not enjoy it. 

“Nonsense, I shall make many small plaits instead”.

“Alright”, you relaxed into his hands as he began to weave strands of hair behind you. You closed your eyes, as you reveled in the feeling of the sunlight on your face as he worked. All was quiet aside from the occasional bird chirping or squirrel running up a tree. A warm feeling took hold in your chest and you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips. You were safe. You were happy. You were in love. 

Millenia seemed to pass before Legolas announced he was done. True to his word, he had formed many braids in your hair. He may have gone a little overboard with just how many he made, but he just loved the feeling of being so close to you and never wanted it to end. 

“Thank you”, you whisper as your turn to face him, giving him a peck on the lips. You move your hand to feel the back of your head, itching to feel the braids your lover gifted you. Soft. Your fingers feel something soft. Something thin and soft. 

“Forget-me-not flowers”, Legolas clarified, seeing you trying to decipher with your fingers, “I thought them appropriate”.

“Why is that?” “They are gifted to one whose presence you enjoy, so as not to forget them, as the name implies. I could never forget you and I hope you would not forget me. Each past day with you is a beloved memory and each day to come cannot come soon enough. I treasure each moment with you. I feel myself drowning in my affection for you. No, peacefully swimming. I adore you. I cannot bear to be without you.”, he says softly as he holds both your hands and kisses each one, never breaking eye contact.

“Oh, Legolas”

“Meleth nîn”, he uses his hands to guide you both to your feet. As you look up into his bright blue eyes, he whispers “Please allow me to never be without you. Allow me to walk beside you for all the days we may share together before death takes us. I have lived millennia without you. Now that I know what life is like with you in it, I never want to go back. I want you with me, always.”

“Are you asking me-?”, you begin as he kneels down in front of you and pulls out a ring from his pocket.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”, he gazes at you with hope in his eyes as he lifts the ring towards you. 

“Yes. Yes. Yes!”, he quickly puts the ring on your left ring finger and you pull him into a harsh kiss. You and the elf wear matching smiles as you kiss long and hard. 

“I’m so happy, Legolas…but is this what you really want?”, your smile drops as your nerves hit you. “Of course, my love. Why do you question my intentions?”.

“It’s not your intentions that I question. It’s just that you’re…you”, you vaguely gesture at the elf.

“I’m not following.”

“You’re a prince. I’m poor. You’re an elf that’ll live thousands of years. I’m a human that’ll be lucky if I make it to 70.” “I don’t care about that.”

“Your father won’t approve.” “I care not what my father thinks. His opinion of our union will not sway me.” 

“Then what of my mortality? One day I will die and leave you alone.”

He sighs before he speaks, “I must admit I have thought long and hard on this subject. The thought of your death pains me to no end.” “Exactly. Our marriage would be short-lived in your long lifetime and I will become nothing but a memory to you, one that will fade one day.”

“What are you saying?” “I’m saying you love me now, but one day I will die and you’ll move on and I’ll mean nothing to you. One day you’ll laugh at how you ever loved a silly human”, tears began to well in your eyes, shame overtaking you as you finally let out the fears you’ve been harboring all this time. Your gaze drifts downwards, unable to face your elven lover. Legolas’ eyes widened in realization, shocked at your true feelings. He manages to compose himself and lifts your chin up with his index finger. 

“Meleth nîn, look at me. Y/N, please.”, he whispers his request. 

“It is true that my life will continue when yours ends.”

Hot tears began to run down your cheeks at this. 

“But”, he swipes the tears away with his thumb, “You will always be a part of it. Even when you are gone, I will love you. You have shown me love that I did not think was possible. When you are gone, I will visit your grave with flowers each day. I will braid my hair and miss the touch of yours. I will never remarry. I will walk the paths we have taken together. I will meditate in this very spot, remembering this moment. I will never forget you. In life and in death, we are connected. I love you”.

“And I love you”, you barely choke the words out through your tears. 

“Knowing all this, my silly human,”he teases before turning serious, “Will you marry me?” “Of course, I’ll marry you, you ridiculous elf”.

You both grin as Legolas lifts you up and spins you in his arms. When your feet are planted on the Earth again he kisses you deeply. As you feel your lips on your own, you imagine a thousand more kisses each day with him for the rest of your days. 

Bonus

Many moons have passed since your passing. Legolas meant every word of his promise and has done all that he said. Before he rests each night, he reads the book on his nightstand, your favorite book of poems. He recalls reading it to you on nights your eyes were too tired as he pet your hair while you laid on his chest. When he wakes each morning, he glares at the large empty space beside it, wishing it were you. Although his heart pangs at the loss of you, he finds joy and comfort in revisiting your old haunts, his favorite being the spot where he proposed to you. Today, our elf wanders into the cemetery. “Hello, meleth nîn”, he smiles as he places a bouquet of freshly picked forget-me-nots on your grave.

[cera-writes]

So, ugh, hi? Before I start I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your work and that you are an amazing weiter ❤️

Anyway, I saw, that your requests are Open, so I thought " Well, give it a try" So, I'm starving for some Cyclops content, so how about Scott x reader where it's raining really heavy and she tries to get him to dance in the rain with her? (Or them, I don't know what pronouns you prefer)

If it's not your style or you don't want to that's completely fine too, just thought I'd ask ❤️❤️

A/N: Thank you for your request!! I love this prompt so much! Scott definitely deserves more love 💕 Pairing: Scott "Cyclops" Summers x GN!Reader Tags: just pure ol' sweet fluff

Dancing in the Rain

A monotonous pitter-patter echoed against the windowpane, the sound a stark contrast to the tense silence within the X-Mansion.

Rain.

It had been a long time since Scott Summers had simply enjoyed rain. Here, in this world of mutant threats and constant vigilance, it was another variable to be accounted for – a potential distraction during training, a vulnerability on patrol.

You, however, saw it differently. You saw the playful rhythm of the drops, the way they cleansed the world, the pure joy of just letting go. You found Scott by the window, a furrow etched between his brows, his visor reflecting the stormy sky.

Gently, you placed a hand on his arm. "Come on, Scott," you said, your voice carrying a playful lilt.

He turned, his blue eyes softening slightly. "What is it, (Y/N)?"

"Look," you gestured towards the window. Rain lashed against the glass, but beyond it, the trees danced in the wind, their leaves glistening like emeralds. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Scott hesitated, his gaze flitting back to the window. "It's just rain."

You knew his reservations. You took his hand, a spark of determination in your eyes. "Just this once, Scott," you pleaded, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips. "Let's dance in the rain."

He looked down at your hand in his, the warmth breaking down his reservations . A faint smile played on his lips, a flicker of the boy beneath the leader. He couldn't resist your sparkling eyes and the infectious enthusiasm in your voice. "Alright," he finally conceded, a hint of amusement in his voice.

He followed you out onto the balcony, the cool air hitting them in a welcome wave. The first drops landed on their skin, sending shivers down their spines. You threw your head back, laughing, and twirled, your arms outstretched. Scott watched, a reluctant smile growing on his face.

"See?" you said, turning back to him, your hair plastered to your face, your eyes sparkling. "Isn't this amazing?"

He couldn't deny it. The rain pounded down, a symphony that washed away the burdens he carried. He took a step closer to you, his hand reaching for yours. You met him halfway, and he pulled you into a slow dance.

You spun around the balcony, laughing as the rain soaked through your clothes. The world blurred into a canvas of silver and gray, the only colors his ruby visor and the warmth of your smile. For a stolen moment, all that existed was the rhythm of the rain and the steady beat of his heart under your touch.

He dipped you low, a playful glint in his eyes. You laughed, a sound as refreshing as the rain itself. He pulled you back up, his hand finding a home on your cheek, a silent confession of his unexpected joy.

As the rain began to subside, a gentle drizzle replacing the downpour, you leaned into his chest, his warmth a shield against the cool evening air.

"Thank you, Scott," you whispered, your voice soft.

He looked down at you, his eyes filled with a newfound emotion. "Thank you, (Y/N)," he replied, his voice low. "For reminding me that there's still beauty in the world."

He brushed a wet strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek. In that silence, a promise hung between them, a promise to find moments of joy amidst the storm, together.

[livesworthlivingau]

Behind the Vale 16

Spoilers for ISAT/Two Hats!

Also got a cameo this time around! Readers of the Sifstem AU will likely recognize it~.

"Nille? Where are you going?" [You call out, noticing she had left your side and started walking towards the tree line off the path.]

"Oh... I don't know really, something was just, calling to me I guess?" [Nille said somewhat absentmindedly, still walking towards the thicket before her. You start after her once she vanishes into the woods.]

"N-Nille?!" [Oh stars, why is she the one vanishing now? Doesn't she know that's our job? You grumble to yourself and chase after. You start to notice a strange feeling as you grow closer... familiar yet unpleasant.]

"Vale! Over here!" [You hear her shout in the distance, passing through several trunks and bushes before finally stumbling into an opening beside her. You grumble even more and brush the leaves off yourself... then you notice the favor tree in front of you, and an odd stranger sitting at it's base. It sat in the exact same pose you used to... It perked up as it noticed you.]

"Huh? Oh! Oh oh hello!! Hello hello! Are you traveling too? I think I'm traveling. But I like this tree so I decided to stop! For now, at least."

[It spoke strangely, polite, deliberate, but also very scattered. It had hair like the night sky, a sea of black with white dots. Constellation lines dotted across it's face.]

"Yeah, we're looking for the saviors, my little sibling's been travelling with them." [Nille explains while you remain a step or two back. You stare cautiously at this stranger and the odd sensation they keep radiating.]

"Saviors? Saviors saviors. . . . Oh! Saviors! Of Vaugarde! Oh yes I remember them, or, a them, anyway. Were they the same saviors? No, there's only one set of saviors isn't there! Haha, silly me. Oh! You must have been walking a while, want to take a break? This tree is very good for taking breaks under."

"That sounds nice! Are you okay though? You seem a bit... discombobulated?"

"I really think we should be heading along actually, busy day and all!" [You try to excuse yourselves, almost dragging Nille away before she elbows you in the side.]

"Don't be rude, Vale!"

"Oh! Yes, sorry! I'm just a bit of a forgetfull mess, haha! Vale's the name? I like it! You should sit down and relax, it really is a nice tree, y'know. Oh! And what's your name!"

[You don't know what compels you, but you suddenly find yourself taking a seat opposite them.]

"Wh-How did you blinding do that?!"

"What are you going on about?! I'm so sorry about them, I'm Nille, what's your name?" [She says, taking a seat beside you, still giving you a confused and annoyed look.]

"Do wha- oh! It's quite alright, I'm Jinn! It's a great pleasure to meet you both!! You're looking for the saviors, right? Yes you said that, it was. . . Oh! You're looking for that kiddo Bonnie right?"

[Nille lights up at the mention of Bonnie.]

"Yeah! I guess the resemblance is pretty obvious, have you met them?!" [You continue to stare cautiously at this stranger, everything about it gave you pause... especially somehow knowing 'its' pronouns inherently now that you think about it.]

"Yes? No? I think so! Forgive me, my memory is hazy, haha. Oh! I do remember they are an amazing chef!! Who were they traveling with, again?"

[Nille looks to you expectantly, to which you roll your eyes and comply.]

"There's the fighter, the researcher, the house maiden, and the traveler." [You say with your arms crossed. Nille gives you another annoyed look.]

"You know you can use real names, right?"

"Oh! Oh of course! Haha of course you would know that. I think. I think?. . . . Names. . No middle name. . . No last name. . ."

"Wh-What did you just say?!"

"Yes, names, names, it was, was. . . Something, someth- Oh! Siffrin! That was it, yes! Oh! I'm remembering now, thank you! How could I forget! Oh dear, Vale, I'm so terribly sorry, it took me so long to recognize you! It really is a pretty name, you know. Picking out a third new name for yourself? Well it's just so. . . Vaugardian of you!"

"SHUT UP!! WHO ARE YOU?! HOW DO YOU KNOW ALL OF THIS?!" [You shout as you jump to your feet, you try to summon your dagger, but you don't seem to have access to it anymore...]

"Vale, what the crab's gotten into you?!"

"IT KNOWS SOMETHING! IT KNOWS AND IT'S PUTTING ON THIS STUPID ACT!!"

"Oh Vale! Please, stop yelling. I'm trying to piece my own sentences back together and it's really not helping. And I'm sorry, Pétronille, for causing such a scene."

[You grab at your throat as you try to scream once more, though nothing comes out. You start to panic which only makes you wish to shout more.]

"... I don't think I told you my full name..."

"You didn't? Oh! Oh of course you didn't! I have so much to remember I forget that I don't remember! Ah, no, it's coming back to me, I am sorry. My name is Jinn! But, well, that's just a name. A name I like to go by. Most who know me know me as Keaoholo'oko'a. Sorry if that causes a headache, by the way."

[The word cuts through you like a knife. It doesn't hurt but it takes all the fight out of you. You slump back down to sitting and stare in awe at the 'stranger'.]

"Y-You're... oh stars..."

"Uhhh... What?" [Nille winces some as the word affects her a bit more negatively, shaking off the light pain.]

"Yes, stars indeed. I know it might be strange for me to say, but, truly I have as bad a memory for such things as you do. It's wonderful to finally meet you, in honesty, I was building up the courage. Although, I don't think I planned on meeting you per-chance like this."

"C-Courage?... Y-You were afraid to meet me?..."

"Okay someone's gotta explain to me what's going on. Who is this, Vale?"

"This is... uhhh... The Universe?..." [The words fall out of your mouth in disbelief, you could hardly believe it yourself.]

"... Riiiight..."

"Oh! Yes! Vaugardians do not know of my existance do they. A shame, the culture exchange used to be so vibrant! What a thing to see. . . Truly, Change can be so welcoming and nice. . . Hmm. . . How to explain. . . I would ask Vale too but, I'm not sure they would be much better."

"I am. . . Hmm. Everything that ever was and ever will be, everything in the night sky, the stars, and all of ones willpower and desier. Such as your Change God is a manifestation of entropy and change, I am that of all that currently is. Oh, oh I am really remembering things now."

"... Why do I actually believe that?"

"Because it's the truth, Now about you being scared to meet me?" [You ask almost excitedly. The universe had crabbed us over plenty in the past, and now it was scared of us?]

"A-ah, yes, well. . . . . . I'm sorry."

[As the sincere apology escapes its lips, you want to feel smug. You want to rub it in its face. You want to scream and smack them for everything they put you through... Yet that all just melts away, hugging yourself after a moment.]

"... I can assume what it is you're apologizing for, but honestly I'd really like to hear you say it..."

"R-right. . . I'm sorry, for being a terrible guide. A terrible god. I am to lead you, lead you all. To teach you, to help you grow as a person. I am the shepherd and you, and all from our home, are to follow."

"In return, I grant your wishes. If I do my job right, then such wishes will be trivial and easy things. Things that will not cause grief. But, I have failed. And three time's now a wish has nearly ended it all."

"... That... That means a lot to hear from you... Thank you. And hey, that last wish didn't turn out so bad, all things considered~!"

"You mean the one that crabbing killed you, Vale?!"

"Oh it's not like that's anything new for me~." [Nille seems unimpressed by your response.]

"I couldn't mess this one up! If I did I'd never live it down!! Do you like the new face? I can't claim credit for it, but, I do hope you don't feel. . . Wrong?"

"I couldn't be happier with it~."

"Definitely beats that torch light you were sporting before." [She chuckles out, causing you to smirk a bit.]

"Well that face served it's purpose anyway. Much as the one I'm wearing is now. . . . What do you plan to do, Vale? When you meet them again? Or do you plan on avoiding them forever."

"... I don't want to keep avoiding them, but I don't know what I'm going to do." [You admit, looking away rather ashamedly.]

"Perhaps, if you talk to your new companion about your deeper situation, she could help."

"Is it talking about your first two wishes?" [Nille asked, cautiously placing a hand on your shoulder. You allow her but still look away as you respond.]

"I'd rather we just leave that all in the past..."

"You and I both know it's going to come up. Wasn't the whole lesson of that misadventure to talk to those important to you?"

"Oh come on, you have to admit I'm miles ahead of how I was even just a couple weeks ago!"

"Wait... You're telling me they were worse than this?"

"Impossibly so! I truly am proud of how far they've come, but yes. They were much, much worse. I thought you would have talked to at least one of your companions before hitting the triple digits, but. . ."

[Nille grips your shoulder a bit tighter at that, though you only wish to escape this moment even more.]

"Those days are finally over, I'd greatly appreciate if we just move on..."

"Of course, of course. I am sorry. I will not push you to explain such things, although, it will come up in your future. It's up to you how it will."

[You just sit in uncomfortable silence, waiting for the topic to change. Nille takes the hint and sighs.]

"Well, if you're not gonna talk about it, then lets just move on. I don't suppose you can help me find Bonnie?"

"Hmmmmmmm well I coooould~ if you ask right. That's the issue with my existence, I'm bound by simple things. Changey is lazy, yes, but if they want to give you a gift they can just, do it. I have to wait for, well, the proper paperwork, in essence."

"Well that sounds easy eno-"

"NO! I'm sorry Nille, but you're not making a wish!" [You find yourself back on your feet, you leapt out of your seat before realizing it with your protest. She looks to you in shock and confusion.]

"Well why the crab not?! I need to find Bonnie and we're just going in circles at this point!"

"Wishes aren't just something to play with... I don't want you getting mixed up in all of this, you've seen how they can go..."

". . . I will admit, my ability to properly grant such things have only deteriorated since our home. . . Well, well I was proud I was able to grant yours latest one correctly."

"Gruesome methods notwithstanding, it did turn out well in the end I guess... Alright, it's decided then~." [You say with your chipper mask slipping back on. You get up and start to look around the base of the tree.]

"What's decided? What are you doing?"

"Looking for a leaf, to make your wish~!"

"Wishing ritual, Pétronille, they are quite important for the craft. I imagine Vale can show you how. . . . I'll do my best not to. . . Ruin it."

"No, I'm taking this burden, I don't want Nille taking any risk over this."

"You don't gotta protect me Vale, I can handle myself."

"Well too bad, it's not happening and that's final~." [You tease with a confident grin. She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, but does nothing more to object.]

"Now, any suggestions on the exact wording, Jinn?"

". . . Be true to what you want, try not to let other thought cloud what you truly want. Be honest. I. . . Cannot give much more than that. The intent and emotion behind the words matter as much as the words itself."

[You nod, finding a leaf that reminds you the most of Nille. You clear your mind before whispering softly into it thrice.]

"I wish for Nille to find Bonnie safe, sound, and soon." [You then fold it delicately and drop it at Jinn's feet.]

"You didn't need to do that... but thanks, Vay..."

"Anytime, Nille~."

". . . . . You are a very kind soul, Vale. You had both best be off, you'll see what I have for you soon enough. Oh! And before I forget, Pétronille. You are a wonderful sister, and Boniface cares for you very much. I'm glad I finally got to meet you after Changey got all gushy about you a while ago~"

"W-Wait, Ch-changey?... A-As in...." [Nille stammers out, looking like she just saw a ghost nearly.]

"Changey! Change god! Your god! The earings aren't for show, dear. They're just the absolute cutest. And with how brave you were when your home was frozen, to save your little sibling, oh it must have struck a chord."

[You only now realize it's wearing a pair of bonding earrings, one shaped like a star, and one shaped like the change symbol. Nille whispers to herself giddily.]

"Holy crab the change god was watching!!!"

"Well, it's been a surprising pleasure but I think that's enough god stuff for today!" [You remark, starting to push Nille along before anything else happens on this insane day.]

"I can use my own legs, Vale!"

"Good luck out there! If you need me, well, you know what to do~."

Thanks so much to @vulpixisananimal for helping me plan/write this out and Jinn's lines! Absolutely adore how all this went!~

[whateverloomis]

I told you they were witches man ✒︎ Scream (1996) x The Craft (1996)

Note: This is a cross-over fic and I highly recommend watching both Scream (1996) and The Craft (1996) movies to understand the story better.

Before reading: The reader is gender neutral, AFAB and referred with the pronouns They/Them. The "T" will always be capitalized and in italics so there's no confusion as to who's being talked about.

Warnings: Character death, cheating, supernatural powers, witches, SMUT, hint of blood play, choking, making out, unprotected sex, lot's of screaming, angst, unedited.

Pairings: Reader x Billy Loomis and Reader x Chris Hooker

Word count: 4.2k

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It's wasn't a secret that witches exist... but in Woodsboro? The town was all about the ghost face killings that happened, but recently there had been rumors about witches roaming the area... as if that were needed in such a troubled place.

YN had been going to the towns community college for about a year now. They didn't have many close friends, not only because They're very selective with people, it's also because people can't be trusted in general.

The rumors started because of those who still remained in that popular kid headspace as if this were some kind of high school drama. Some people needed to learn to grow up...

One of the many that were spreading the rumor was Chris Hooker. An attractive football player that doesn't pay attention in class and flirts with whoever crosses his path. YN didn't appreciate his attitude most of the time, but They couldn't deny that he was great in bed. It was all fun and games, really. Temporary entertainment between the two.

Then there was Billy Loomis. The mysterious bad boy type. He had a tight friend group, and within it his girlfriend was included, Sidney Prescott. They'd been dating for over two years and their relationship had been declining ever since Sidney's mom was murdered. YN was also part of the friend group but wasn't loyal to it since They  belonged to the witch coven along with Nancy Downs, Bonnie and Rochelle.

Billy didn't like the little clique much and he didn't exactly approve of YN being part of it. The group weren't aware of Them being a witch, but Billy knew better. He'd been in YN's room before. He'd seen the candles, the tapestries with weird symbols on them, the intricate journal covers and other items that screamed witch.

"I don't know why you keep hanging out with that Billy guy, he's bad news YN." Nancy said in her usual sassy tone. YN rolled Their  eyes at her and scoffed. This wasn't the first time the topic came up, and it was starting to become too repetitive and annoying. YN was aware that Billy wasn't innocent. He was way too obvious about being involved in the Woodsboro murders along with his best friend Stu Macher, but They  were too involved with him at this point to just say goodbye and move on.

"Nancy quit it, you know it's complicated between us..." They said, and Bonnie smirked at Them, knowing it was a cheap excuse.

"Is it that way with Chris too? Because you guys have been pretty close lately too." Rochelle said and the other girls started to giggle.

YN rolled Their eyes and smirked in response. "Stop it guys, I have it all under control."

Suddenly the witches went quiet and looked behind YN.  They  turned around and saw Chris standing against a tree nearby, clearly waiting for Them.

Nancy stood up along with the rest of the girls and flipped Chris off before leaving their usual picnic area.

YN walked over to the man and stood right in front of him, arms crossed over Their chest. He looked at Them from head to toe and smirked, placed his hand on Their hip and took a few steps forward.

"I saw you talking to Billy this morning. You trying to replace me now? Hm?" Chris said and YN rolled Their eyes. "Stop. I told you what's up and you're the one that said it's fine, now you're getting jealous?" They answered firmly.

Chris bit his lip softly and pulled Them closer to him, placing a soft kiss on YN's lips. "I know baby, I just miss you that's all..." He said and kissed Them again, prolonging it until it got heated.

He moved YN's hands around his neck and placed his on Their  hips, pulled Them against him and ran his hands down to Their ass, squeezing the soft flesh before moving them up to YN's waist, squeezing there too.

His kisses and touches were intoxicating and YN hated it, yet couldn't get enough. Chris knew the power he had over Them and took advantage of it as much as he could. He was aware that their little game wouldn't last long. Billy and YN had a more involved relationship and eventually it was going to end for both Chris and Them. It didn't matter though, at least that's what he told himself. His feelings for YN weren't strong, but they were definitely there.

The kiss continued to escalate. Chris had his thigh in-between YN's legs and They were slowly grinding against him to get some kind of stimulation and release tension. He knew how to get YN worked up and loved doing so.

Suddenly, Chris stopped his movements and turned YN around, pressing Them against his chest while wrapping his arms around Their waist. YN saw Billy standing a few feet away looking at the both of them. They tried to pull away from Chris, but he held Them in place and started to place kisses on Their neck, a weak spot. An involuntary moan escaped Their mouth at the feeling but They were quick to push Chris away.

"Don't be a fucking asshole" YN said and turned around to look at Billy with an apologetic look. Chris laughed while giving Billy a glare.

"Sure, my bad. Catch you later babe, we're not done yet." Chris said loud enough for Billy to hear and jogged away.

YN flipped him off and walked over to Billy who had annoyance written all over his face.

"Is he really that good of a kisser? Because I'm sure I can do way better." He asked and YN smacked his arm playfully. Billy rolled his eyes and held YN's hand and squeezed it a bit harder than usual before walking towards his car.

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The ride to Their house was quiet until Billy and YN arrived at Their  house. Lucky for both of them the house was empty so they went up to YN's room to finally have some alone time.

Billy was on edge because of what he had seen earlier between Chris and YN. He had agreed to whatever triangle was happening between them, but he had enough of it. YN was all he wanted and he was going to make sure he got it soon. That, and execute his plan to kill Sidney for revenge because of his mother abandoning him. Getting rid of the girl in general. That was going to allow him to have YN all to himself, but he needed to get through with the plan carefully in order to succeed and not get caught.

As much as he didn't like YN's witch friends, he found himself with no choice but to team up with them somehow, which is why he ended up getting Nancy involved in his plan to get rid of Sidney Prescott and Chris Hooker. Billy didn't need that asshole running around after YN like a desperate puppy any longer.

It was a simple plan. Stu was going to host a big party to get everyone together in the same house. Nancy would serve as a distraction and asset by hooking up with Chris in Stu's room and creating a scene by pushing him off the second floor to scare everyone away. While chaos went down, Billy and Stu would have the opportunity to kill Sidney and run away with YN.

It was the perfect plan. The perfect ending. Everyone would win.

-

Billy couldn't contain his emotions any longer. He had anger, jealousy and hurt written all over his face. YN walked towards him and placed a hand on his cheek, looking straight into his chocolate brown eyes that held the power to hypnotize whoever he pleased.

"I'm sorry about... Listen, Chris is an asshole and was messing around, it's not that serio-" -- "Then break it off. Stop whatever the hell is going on between you two. Am I not enough for you, YN?" Billy cut Them off.

YN closed Their eyes and took a deep breath. "Billy, I love you and only you, but you hurt me everyday. We're going behind Sidney's back and you seem to find every excuse to stay with her even if you say your relationship with her is long gone." -- "It is. I need you to trust me on this YN, I can't just break up with her abruptly, I need some time to-" -- "To find the right moment? That's what you always say Billy, and it never happens. I have a right to be with whoever I want to be until that happens because whatever this is, it's not real until it's over between you two!" YN said, all patience lost.

Chris was a distraction for Them. A fun game that kept Them from thinking about the things that hurt the most which was not being able to have a normal relationship with Billy. It was a mutual, silent understanding they both had, but Billy needed Them all to himself already but before that happened he needed to go through with his plan. It was complicated and he didn't know how to keep lying to YN any longer, but he had to make it work, he had no choice.

YN's breathing slowly picked up and Billy took note of it. "Look, I promise this will be over soon... Me and Sidney. We're nothing." -- "Then prove it to me, Loomis. Break up with her already. Make your "promise" come true once and for all!" They practically screamed and the air started to shift. Billy looked around the room and his heart rate picked up. That wasn't normal wind.

"YN, please calm down. We're gonna work this ou-" -- "Don't tell me to calm down! I can't!" They screamed, and the wind blowed aggressively, making all the papers spin around the room as well as the candles on the night stand and shelves light up by themselves. A force that YN couldn't control anymore. That They were tired of hiding from Their secret lover.

As scared and shocked as he was, Billy placed his hands on YN's shoulders, attempting to ground Them, and to his surprise it was working. The environment around the room started to calm down slowly, until everything went silent and still. They both looked at each other for a few seconds but it felt like minutes. They were both scared for different reasons, but no words were spoken. There was only a silent understanding and acknowledgement between the two. He knew that was a supernatural reaction but despite it all, Their secret was safe with him.

Billy looked at YN and slowly scanned his eyes over Their face until his gaze landed on Their lips. Despite everything, he loved Them. Needed Them. Billy couldn't stand close to Them without wanting to have his hands on Them. It was a force that he felt, an attraction that he couldn't describe, and YN felt it too. They took a step towards him, feeling the mix of emotions. The love and hunger. It was electric.

Without warning, Billy crashed his lips against Theirs. The kiss was aggressive, full of love and anger. He grabbed Their hips and pulled Them towards him, deepening the kiss. Both of their tongues were brushing against each other softly and the pair bit their bottom lips occasionally. It was soft, it was rough, it was a delicious contradiction of movements and they couldn't get enough of it.

YN took the lead and lead Billy to Their bed, pushing him on it and sitting on his lap, continuing their kiss. The pair started to grind against each other and moan into their mouths.

They ran Their hands through Billy's hair and tugged at the strands. His actions got more aggressive by digging his fingers into Their waist and removing Their shirt slowly, revealing Their tits and he brushed his hands along the side of the mounds. YN released a moan at the soft touch and moved Billy's hands to squeeze Their tits firmly. Their small hands over his. They both played with YN's chest and moaned at the sight until they couldn't get enough of the teasing.

YN removed Billy's shirt desperately, followed by Their pants and thong. They both didn't have enough patience at this point, so Billy unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down just enough to release his cock. He was rock hard and They moaned at the sight. Billy moved Them towards his throbbing dick and They started to grind against his length, stimulating Their clit with each rub.

The pair started to make out furiously again while They continued to rub against his shaft and spread wetness all over Billy's cock, creating the perfect slide. YN occasionally pressed Their hole over the head of Billy's dick until he was barely inside Them, and then pulled up. YN repeated the action until both of them couldn't take anymore teasing and Billy buried his cock inside Their throbbing pussy, bottoming inside.They moaned and dug Their nails on the man's chest, hard enough to leave droplets of blood along the trail. They scratched down on his skin multiple times and Billy bit his lip at the sensation, trying to avoid making any noise, but he let out a grunt either way.

YN started to jump on his cock and roll Their eyes at the feeling of Billy's girth filling Them up. The man thrusted up meeting YN's movements, which made Them stick Their tongue out in response and pant like a wild animal. A primal desire taking over Them. Billy took the opportunity to run his finger over his chest to collect some of the blood droplets and place it on YN's tongue. On instinct They closed Their mouth, sucking and savoring the red substance. Billy's pupils dilated at the sight and something took over him. He used his other hand to choke YN softly, slowly adding more pressure to the sides of Their neck to restrict air flow in the most pleasurable way imaginable. The feeling of decreasing air made Them whimper pathetically and throb around Billy's cock uncontrollably, building up both of their orgasms.

"Fuck... Just like that baby, yes..." Billy cursed while his cock grew impossibly bigger inside of Them.

"Inside... Please... Cum inside me..." YN whimpered, feeling slightly lightheaded because of the restricted airflow which accelerated Their orgasm until the point of explosion. They came around Billy's cock and moaned uncontrollably. Their vision turning slightly blurry. Not long after Billy came inside Their overstimulated cunt, which caused Them to squirt all over the bed.

Billy chuckled at the "incident" and slowly pulled out of YN, biting his lower lip at the sight of his cum dripping out of Their throbbing pussy.

YN fell on the bed next to Billy, finally catching Their breath and gained back the loss of vision.

"I missed you." He said, and YN placed a soft kiss on his lips as a response.

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"You guys coming to my party tonight?!" Stu literally screamed in Their ear and Tatum smacked his arm. "Keep it down doofus you're gonna explode my ear drums!" -- "Aww c'mon babe, I'm excited! So?! You guys coming or what?!" Stu asked Sidney and YN directly this time. Sydney showed a bit of discomfort and YN rolled Their eyes. "I don't know if it's a good idea to have a party with a killer running around..." Sid replied and Stu scoffed. "Nah, we'll all be together in a big group and safe, plus the witches will keep an eye on us too, right YN?" He replied and They glared at him. "I'm not a witch, Stu. Quit it." YN replied and he shrugged. "Hey witches, are you coming to my party?!" Stu asked YN's friends while running towards them. "Go away Stu!" Nancy answered and YN, Tatum and Sid giggled at his chaotic behavior.

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The night arrived and the music was loud. Half of the college students were in the house. YN decided to arrive at the party with Nancy and the girls making a slight scene while walking in. The coven didn't exactly blend in with the normies with their dark hair, bold makeup and punk clothes, but fitting in wasn't exactly exactly their goal so, who cared?

The witches went into the kitchen and caught Stu passing around alcohol to everyone, which is exactly what they were looking for. YN spotted Chris and started to walk towards him, but Billy was quick to pull Them towards him and spin Them around to face him. "Hey baby..." He said, loud enough for YN to hear. His attempt to distract YN wasn't exactly the best because They saw his eyes following Nancy who was taking Chris upstairs. YN took note of his odd behavior but continued to casually interact with him and the girls, who were tense at his presence like usual.

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Upstairs, Nancy took advantage of one of her new found power to transform her appearance, and made herself look just like YN in order to turn Chris on and get in his pants. She didn't mind it one bit since she's always had a thing for Chris and if she was being honest, she was kind of envious of YN for being able to get his attention so easily. 

Downstairs, things were completely different. Tatum was nowhere to be seen and Sidney was worried sick, looking for her everywhere. YN had lost Billy in the crowd a while after Nancy disappeared with Chris and decided to spend Their  time with Bonnie and Rochelle, trying to ignore the weird feeling that something bad was going to happen, and it was not going to be pretty.

"Where did Nancy run off to?" Bonnie asked and Rochelle shrugged. YN pretended to be clueless and went to look for her, knowing damn well that she was with Chris. Climbing the stairs carefully, YN walked past a few rooms and figured that Chris and Nancy were in Stu's room. They didn't want to think that Chris was an asshole to the point of hooking up with Nancy randomly before breaking off whatever was going on between him and Them, but anything was possible with "the popular guy" that could get into anyones pants at any moment.

YN hesitated to open the door, however when They finally did, the sight was unbelievable. It was some kind of clone of Them, with Chris on top grinding his hips against Them while kissing the clone aggressively, moaning and grunting. The neediest They'd ever seen him.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" YN asked and Chris climbed off the clone. "Who... I thought? I..." He was speechless, and when he looked at the bed he saw that YN's clone transformed into Nancy. His eyes widened and he yelled "You're a witch! A-And you too?!" He ended his sentence by pointing at YN.

Nancy started to laugh manically and They were furious at her response. Why would Their  friend and witch coven sister do this to Them? 

"Nancy what the fuck?!" YN screamed and pushed her off the bed with an invisible force. "Ah! Fuck, YN! Listen, I had no choice okay?!" Nancy answered and stood up, glaring at Them. YN pushed Nancy against the wall with another wave of force and the girl did the same, pushing Them against the closed door. YN couldn't move yet They kept trying to run towards Chris. Without warning, Nancy walked up to him and said "Sorry boo, duty calls" before pushing him away with a powerful gust of wind and out the window. "No! Chris! Wh- What did you do?!" YN screamed while finally pushing Themselves away from the door, launching at Nancy. Before anything else happened, screams were heard from downstairs and YN ran out of the room, leaving Nancy laughing wildly on the floor.

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The living room was empty, and the few people that were left at the party were running out of the house to circle around Chris's body. He was dead, and YN didn't know how to process anything at that point. Tears were prickling at the corners of Their eyes as They ran away inside the house, closing the front door and locking it. Their heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was going to burst any second. The rational option was to call the police, so They ran towards the phone and dialed 911, but before They could say anything They heard screaming coming from the kitchen.

YN ran into the kitchen and saw Billy pointing a knife at Sidney and Stu with a gun. They weren't surprised, They had been suspecting the boys were definitely psychopaths but to see the intention of killing Sidney was not something They expected. Why Sidney?

"Billy?..." They called softly, and everyone in the kitchen looked at Them. "What's going on here? Why are you holding a... AND WHY ARE YOU SMILING?!" They screamed at Stu, noticing his idiotic expression and manic smile. "This just keeps getting better and better! Go ahead Billy! Tell your lover  what's going on!" Stu said and Sidney's eyes widened. "Lover?..." She asked YN, and the only way They could answer was with a shocked and apologetic expression. Confusion. Acceptance of the situation in a fucked up way too. 

"You see..." Billy started talking, pacing around the kitchen while pointing the knife at Sidney. "Sid's SLUT MOTHER was fucking my father, so I took it upon myself to slash the fuck out of her last year!" He explained, slowly raising his voice until he was screaming his lungs out. "It was you... This whole time..." YN answered in acknowledgment and hurt. "And me! Don't forget me!" Stu screamed and They glared at him. "So, you see... This is the reason why I didn't break up with her. THIS is the perfect moment I was talking about, YN." Billy said and suddenly slashed Sidney's throat, her body collapsing before him. "No! Fuck... Billy! This is insane! I can't... I-"-- "Baby c'mon, now we can be together! Isn't this what you wanted?!" He answered. "Yes... Billy, yes but... No! I didn't know it involved killing her! HOW ARE YOU GOING TO CLEAR THIS UP?!" YN responded just as aggressive as him and the air started to shift again. Stu explained the rest of their idiotic plan, being oblivious to the wind that was now circling around the house. 

The power went out unexpectedly and thunder started to erupt from outside. The boys looked around, confused because of the sudden change and then the girls appeared floating in the air, looking wickedly menacing. YN was overwhelmed with confusion and anger. Everyone was in on it.

"YOU WERE ALL IN ON THIS AND I HAD NO CLUE. HOW COULD YOU ALL BETRAY ME LIKE THIS?!" YN answered, tears falling from their eyes and smudging Their eyeliner all over Their face. "Oh c'mon! It's not like you were being any good either." Nancy said and chuckled along with the girls. "Why did you do this... Why?!" YN asked the witches and the girls continued laughing. "Oh c'mon, it's fun! Plus I got to fuck your boy toy one last time, so win win, right?!" Nancy answered and anger flooded YN's body. 

Billy walked towards Them and held Their hand, staring into Their eyes. "YN, baby, if I hadn't done this I wouldn't have been able to get REVENGE!" he screamed the last word while pointing at Sidney's body with the knife. "...or be with you." He added, sweetness laced between his words now. 

YN looked at him softly but the anger towards the witches overpowered Them, so They turned around and glared at the girls. "Get out of my sight AND NEVER COME NEAR ME AGAIN!" They said and the witches laughed in response, slowly disappearing into thin air. "Good luck solving this mess, bitch!" Nancy said before they all vanished into thin air. The power came back right after and YN turned around taking a deep breath, it doing nothing to calm Them down. They looked at Billy and allowed Themselves finally cry. 

From the floor behind the counter, Stu was sitting on the floor, knees pressed against his chest. "I told you they were witches man..." he said and Billy pointed the knife at him. "Go check if the cops are here. NOW!" The man screamed and Stu quickly did as he was told, nearly tripping on the way to the front door.

Billy looked at YN and attempted to comfort Them byholding both of Their hands now. "Listen, we're gonna get out of here and start a new life. Leave this dump of a town." -- "Billy... As much as I want that, I don't know how to process what just happened. I'm scared. I'm confused. I feel everything and nothing at the same time." They said. 

"Billy man, it's the cops!" Stu said while running into the kitchen. Before anyone could move, two police officers entered the kitchen, pointing their guns at the boys and YN. "Sheriff, I didn't do anything!" Billy said, a very stupid comeback but it's all he had. "Like hell you didn't. Hand's behind your back. You're under arrest for the murder of Sidney Prescott." The cop said while pushing Billy over the counter, cuffing the man while he struggled against the restraints. "YN, please-" -- "Shut up and walk!" The cop shouted and pushed Billy towards the door. The second cop did the same with Stu while he whined about being innocent and cried because his parents would be mad at him for the mess they created, out of everything else he should be concerned about.

YN was taken out to one of the ambulances, left with Their thoughts and expressionless face. What now?

[voidcat]

– the moon will sing

characters: astarion, human bard mc (gn pronouns used)

notes & genre: slight angst, implied future mcd & hinted immortal/mortal relationship. the mc is originally my dnd character but there is no specific description of name, appearance or past (save for the family crest, implied nobility) so you can pretend this is x tav or x reader. lowkey inspired by a the crane wives song.

it takes a moment to look back, like a step taken a tad too late; not enough to create a great distance but one enough to make one stumble on the ground.

in the small yet grand distance, astarion watches as cheers and joy fill the air once more, mimicking those nights before, in taverns, under the stars, all spent celebrating, rejoicing with glory and gratitude; all heroic feats and gestures he does not care to– nor wish to understand.

another adventure comes to an end, one step closer to the end, the destination, the next step of the rest of their lives until they find themselves at a crossroads.

one part of astarion cannot wait for that day to come, the one that wishes to escape, to avoid the burning rays of sunlight that only intensify each passing minute, each day he finds himself stuck deeper than he already has, struggling more and more to break those ties which are yet to be formed and binding completely.

better to rip the sticky, bloody bandages off than to take it easy– just suck up the pain that comes with a loss of recent constants in his life, and grow into his newly lonely routine of not depending on anyone.

all good logic, all bright ideas, astarion finds himself giving the little-him in his mind a pat on the back; only for the idea to come to halt, the unspoken words stuck in his throat as you turn in your spot, meters, meters away from him, spot his distant figure with those eyes and send a warm smile his way.

maybe this is another plan that has already failed before he could realize, astarion begins to wonder, oh he is so, so fucked– especially when all it takes now is a smile, a genuine one that reaches your eyes and shines warm like the sun, for him to be rendered speechless and immobile.

your smile falters for a second when you don't receive the usual astarion treatment, be it a wink, a charming smile or an all-knowing smirk decorating his smug face with a raised eyebrow that seems to say "cannot keep your eyes off me, can you now darling?"

one step taken a tad too late but astarion is never one to stumble over his feet, so with a roll of eyes and smirk returning to his lips, he tilts his head to the side in a questioning manner– to which, you reply by raising the bottle you've been holding, as if to say "hey, this time the wine is not that bad actually."

seeing him nod, and with too many people surrounding and asking for your attention, you find yourself having to divert your eyes away from him, as the people seem to chant for something from you, most likely another round of recounting your latest heroic victory, astarion thinks.

soon the sound of strings vibrating fills the air with faint first few notes of music.

of course, a celebration is not complete until there is music, no matter what time of the day it is or how tired everyone is. drunkards, raspy voices and dry throats all join together, offering back vocals to the lucky bard of the night– or the day; with how busy the hours have been passing, astarion realizes he is at a loss of time.

another glance stolen at you, and the light surrounding you like a halo certainly does not help his case.

golden, like the branches of your family crest, it is no wonder the moon shines bright above everyone, reflecting off the light you provide; brightening the world for all to see, to walk, breathe, make it all easier to live.

he spots shadowheart by some trees, enjoying her drink alone, gale and wyll speaking with people, probably giving them some answers they so desperately needed. his eyes roam the grounds and find each member of their little group, all too endorsed in whatever it is they are doing; yet one thing in common– a sense of relief, rejoice, change; the traces of especially the latter is out in the open for careful eyes, or just eyes who have seen and known them long enough.

he wonders for a moment if the same can be said for him, but he knows better, that it has already happened.

the sound of music gets louder and soon suppresses the irregular chatter spread around.

the tune sounding too familiar, astarion makes the mistake of looking at the source and being blinded as a result.

because, of course it would be you with your adorable little lute, clapped on the back by everyone 'just one song, then, o'mighty bard, please!' and never one to miss such moments, you would go up in your imaginary stage and pick the one song you were sure to draw his attention, as if you don't do that enough with your presence already.

your eyes already locked on him, you do your little trick where you pretend your attention is divided equally, as if your eyes are roaming the crowd, committing every face you see to your memory when your sole focus is on him, as he is drawn to you.

astarion knows, it is utterly foolish and even a little dangerous of him to think like this, but he fears what is to come by the end of your noble and enthralling series of journeys, when your effect on him has been this grand already.

not a fun thought to entertain, certainly not at a joyous time such as this one, were it not for your current occupation, he is positive you'd have walked all the way back to him to give him a good smack on the arm, or maybe a fisk on his forehead, or a knock on his skull along with a scolding to inform he got quite the thick skull if he is sulking like this at a time like that.

is it the fear of what has become of him, or what is to come when too much time passes, he is uncertain. but it must be another way of gods' mocking him, and cursing you perhaps– of all those faces and races, why did it have to be a human, that selfish part of him hisses. all those elves in the bloodline and you just had to be fully human, didn't you? giving him a taste of heaven, only for it to be cut short.

it was supposed to be moths with short lifespans, the cycle of the moon; not the sun, with all its grace and sanctity.

[cypheroo]

guard!reader x garroth slow dancing privately after being on duty during a festival AHH

A Private Celebration | Garroth Ro'Meave ~☆

Word count : 1,113

Trigger warnings : none!

Not proofread!

AN : THIS WAS SO AIAISKZIZENSN I loved writing this omg yall. I'm sorry if garroth seems ooc 😭 I tried as hard as I could! Also no pronouns or gendered terms are used!

It was such a shame you couldn't be a part of the local festival…it looked so fun too! Seeing everyone dance and laugh with each other. The sun set behind the distant mountains and the fairy lights that hung throughout Phoenix drop had a soft glow. Distant sounds of music, laughing, and talking could be heard all throughout the city. It must've been fun.

You were standing on the balcony of the guard tower, eyes dazed as you felt a small burn of jealousy in your stomach, “if you'd like I don't mind you going and joining them.” A low voice hummed from behind you. Almost immediately you stood up straight and looked back at who you knew was garroth. You knew that voice. You knew his voice, you and garroth had been…flirting? For around a few months, you didn't know what you both were, and you were afraid to ask in fear of it stopping. Once you faced him you shrugged, “I'm okay! I'm a guard after all, it's my job to protect the people while they have their fun” you assured. even with his helmet on you could feel garroths eyes on you, studying you.

He walked slowly next to you and looked off the balcony, “they sure are having fun” he stated, you could hear the smile forming on his lips. “Are you sure you don't wish to join them? I'd hate to keep you from the fun” he repeated his previous question, this caused you to giggle and shake your head at him, “I'm alright, thank you, why don't you go down there? Maybe you could go dance with someone” You asked him as you turned around and leaned your back on the railing of the balcony. Garroth seemed to stiffen at this question, “ahem…no I'm not much good at dancing” he turned his head away from you, seemingly avoiding the question. “Anyway I'll be going to check the parameter once again.” Garroth turned on his heel and began walking inside again, disappearing fully once the door closed.

Suddenly you felt guilty, did you strike a nerve? Maybe you overstepped? Letting out a heavy sigh you looked up at the pink and orange sky of the evening, then gazing down at the streets of Phoenix Drop.

It had been a few hours since you had last seen Garroth, most of the townspeople had gone back home for the night, only soft sounds of the trees shaking in the wind registered in your mind. even as it was late your mind had yet to grow tired. It was only when you heard the guards tower door open that you turned your head and walked inside, heavy steps made their way upstairs and soon enough you were met with him, suddenly you felt a wave of embarrassment splash over you, your face felt red…why were you embarrassed?

“You're still here?” Garroth's voice sounded a lot more tired than before. “I just- I uh wanted to apologize for before, if I just assumed you knew how to dance”

You apologized with a small smile. You took a deep breath, beginning another apology immediately after “it wasn't appropriate for me to bring any of that up while on duty either-” before you could continue you heard a soft chuckle from under garroths helmet,

“No need to apologize, it was simply small talk, if anything I should apologize. I kinda lied when I said I didn't know how to dance” he admitted softly, you couldn't help but laugh, “why? Afraid I'd ask to dance with you?” You teased as you continued to laugh, garroth slowly joined in with his own laugh, “I mean I never said that, i actually wouldn't mind dancing with you” he whispered. You leaned closer to hear but failed, “huh?” you questioned before garroth took a deep breath, “I actually wanted To ask if you'd like to dance with me” he muttered.

You were taken aback at what he had said and looked around, “right now? There's no music or anything” you stammered before garroth slowly moved his hands up to his helmet and slid it up and off his head, his baby blue eyes met with yours, He smiled softly, “who needs music?” He questioned before he set his helmet on a table next to him.

You stood there stunned, THE garroth took off his helmet and showed you what he looked like- yeah he looked handsome and all, but as far as you were concerned he hadn't shown his face to almost anyone. “garroth?” you stammered and before you could continue garroth huffed with an assured look in his eyes, “I trust you.” He pushed his hair back and held his hand out to you, “now because we didn't get the chance to enjoy the festival and celebrate, why not at least share a dance to celebrate in our own way?” He asked. Your heart skipped a beat as you took his hand, allowing him to pull you close and resting his other hand on your side.

Slowly you both swayed quietly, it felt odd at first slow dancing in the guards tower to no music, but slowly you grew used to it. Your eyes glued to garroths, his gaze was soft and loving, he stared at you like you were the last person on earth. “you've been staring since I took off my helmet, something on my face?” he teased as he slowly led you into a small spin, then bringing you back to him. “I'm alright, just looking at how handsome you are” you answered.

That didn't seem like enough for garroth as he tilted his head at you, as if he was trying to read you. “Truly! I just…didn't think I'd be dancing with you tonight is all” you explained.

The Dance went on for a while, neither you or garroth muttering a word, both of you opting to just look at eachother. It was only when Garroth slowly moved to dipped you, and when you looked up at him with those eyes. His hand grazed your cheek, he seemed to want to say something. but within a moment you were stood up straight again. It was only then that you reached your hand up to his cheek, it was his turn to go red. He seemed to pull it together and slowly stopped swaying and moved both his hands up and cupping your cheeks, leaning forward calmly, his eyes slowly closing, “may I?” He whispered, his breath tickling your lips. “Yes” you agreed as you closed your eyes as well, leaning forward and meeting his lips with your own. His Lips were soft, warm.

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[valinbean]

Chapter 3: Falling for the Mystery

Ford/ gn! Reader! Chapter 1: Ford the Love of Bill Chapter 2: Bad Mood Rising

1.5k words

Journal entry #3

‘Staying the night at the Mystery Shack has been a surreal experience. The brothers, Ford and Stan, are eccentric and fascinating in their own right. Ford's intellect and quiet demeanor are captivating, while Stan's boisterous energy is infectious. Today, we're venturing into the heart of the woods to investigate the peculiar anomalies I've observed.

As we delve deeper into the mystery, I find myself drawn to Ford in a way I can't quite explain. There's a subtle pull, a gentle tug at my heartstrings whenever I catch his gaze. It's a sensation that's both unfamiliar and exhilarating. Perhaps it's the thrill of exploring the unknown together, or maybe there's something more profound at play. I'm eager to uncover the nature of this connection and to understand why it feels so significant.’

As Y/n prepared to leave the guest room, they heard the sounds of Stan's morning routine: grumbling and the clanging of pots and pans. Intrigued, they decided to check on him. However, as they approached the bathroom, they noticed steam billowing out from beneath the door. The scent of Ford's cologne wafted through the air, hinting at his presence.

Just as Y/n was about to turn back, the bathroom door swung open, revealing Ford in his signature red sweater. His hair was still damp, and he was clearly in a rush. "Ah, Y/n," he exclaimed, "I was just finishing up. Please, go ahead! I'll be in the kitchen when you're ready."

Y/n's cheeks flushed as they smiled softly. "Thank you, Ford. I definitely need some coffee before we leave. I shouldn't be too long."

As Ford passed them in the hall, he turned quickly. "How do you like your coffee?"

Y/n hesitated, not wanting to be a burden. "Oh, I can make it. You really don't need to worry."

"Please, I insist," he replied. "You've done so much for our research already."

The word "our" caught Y/n off guard. Their heart skipped a beat as they realized the significance of that simple pronoun. "Only if you insist," they replied, trying to hide their excitement. "Two sugars and cream, please."

Y/n quickly headed into the bathroom and washed their face, their mind racing. The events of the morning had left them feeling a mix of anticipation and confusion. The growing connection between Ford and them was undeniable, and they couldn't help but wonder where it would lead.

The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the table. As Y/n entered, they found a steaming cup of coffee waiting for them, accompanied by a map and a note from Ford. He had marked several points of interest on the map, including the locations where they had found the strange hands and eyes, a cave he had explored in the past, and a clearing near Trembly Falls.

"Here's your coffee, two sugars and cream," Ford said, setting down his own mug, which was emblazoned with the logo of Backsupmore University.

Y/n sat down and sipped their coffee, glancing at the map as Ford explained his plan. "Sounds like a solid plan," they replied.

Just then, Stan emerged from the kitchen with plates of pancakes and eggs. "Almost sounds like a date if it wasn't for the feeling of looming dread," he joked, chuckling to himself.

Y/n's cheeks flushed as they took a sip of their coffee. "It's scientific research, Stanley. Very important research," Ford replied, his cheeks turning pink.

Stan rolled his eyes and retreated to his office, slamming the door behind him. As Y/n watched him go, they couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. They knew that Stan was worried about their safety, but they were determined to continue their research.

As they embarked on their journey, delving into the woods, the air grew heavy with an unnatural energy. The trees seemed to close in around them, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers, casting long, eerie shadows. A sense of unease washed over Y/n as they approached the site where they had discovered the disembodied hands.

Suddenly, a pair of hands emerged from the undergrowth, reaching out towards Y/n with clawed fingers. Y/n gasped and instinctively pulled away, but Ford was quicker. He grabbed Y/n's arm and pulled them to his chest, his eyes filled with concern.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Y/n nodded, their heart still pounding. Being so close to being grabbed and now to Ford, their cheeks turned a bright pink. "Yes, I'm fine... uhm, thank you," they replied.

Ford awkwardly let go of Y/n, his cheeks matching theirs in color. "I, uhm... Let's get the sample," he said.

Together, they approached the hands, examining them with caution. The hands were cold and brittle, their skin a sickly gray. Despite their appearance, they were surprisingly intact, their fingers still curled into claws.

With a sense of trepidation, Y/n reached out and carefully grasped one of the hands. As they did so, a surge of energy flowed through them, causing them to shiver. Ford noticed Y/n's reaction and placed a comforting hand on their shoulder.

"It's okay," he said. "The energy is probably just a residual effect of whatever created these hands."

After collecting the specimen, Ford took it from Y/n, placing it in a container and setting it into his pack.

They continued their journey, following the map Ford had drawn. The woods grew thicker and more treacherous as they went, the undergrowth becoming increasingly dense and tangled. Finally, they emerged from the trees and found themselves at the edge of a small lake.

The lake was a strange sight. The water was a sickly green color, and the surrounding vegetation was deformed and disfigured. Frogs with bulging eyes and misshapen limbs croaked from the reeds, and the ground around the lake was scorched and barren.

They collected samples of the water, the plants, and the frogs, carefully storing them in their backpacks. By the time they finished, it was late afternoon. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the lake.

As they turned to leave, their hands brushed against each other. They both froze, their hearts pounding in their chests. For a moment, it felt like time had stopped. Y/n could feel the warmth of Ford's hand against theirs, and they knew that they weren't alone.

They pulled away slowly, Ford and Y/n’s eyes meeting. The tension between them was palpable, a silent understanding that hung heavy in the air. Y/n could feel their cheeks burning with embarrassment, but they couldn't bring themselves to look away.

Ford cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "We should probably get going," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

Y/n nodded, their heart still racing. As they turned to leave, they glanced back at the lake one last time. The setting sun cast an eerie glow on the water, and the deformed creatures seemed to watch them with silent, unblinking eyes.

As they walked back through the woods, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had washed over them. The lake had been a disturbing sight, and they couldn't help but wonder what had caused such devastation.

As they walked back through the woods, the setting sun cast long, eerie shadows. The events of the day had left Y/n shaken and exhausted, but they couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that had been building within them. The lake had been a disturbing sight, but it had also fueled their determination to uncover the mysteries of this strange place.

Their next stop was the cave Ford had mentioned on the map. As they approached the entrance, Y/n felt a shiver run down their spine. The cave was dark and foreboding, its mouth yawning open like a gaping maw.

With a deep breath, they stepped inside. The air was cold and damp, and the walls were covered in a strange, black and green substance that seemed to glow faintly in the darkness. As they ventured deeper into the cave, the substance became more prevalent, coating the walls and ceiling in thick, uneven layers.

They tried to push their way through the substance, but it was thick and sticky, and it seemed to cling to them. After several attempts, they realized that they would not be able to make it any further. Reluctantly, Y/n reached out and took a small sample of the substance, carefully placing it in a container.

As they turned to leave, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. They had hoped to explore the cave further, but the strange substance had prevented them from doing so. Nevertheless, they were determined to analyze the sample and learn more about its properties.

"What do you think it is?" Y/n asked, his voice echoing in the darkness.

"I'm not sure," Ford replied. "It seems to be some kind of energy source."

Y/n nodded. "It's definitely anomalous. I've never seen anything like it before."

"Maybe it's connected to the other anomalies we've found," Y/n suggested.

Ford's eyes lit up. "That's a possibility. We should definitely analyze the sample and see what we can learn."

As they made their way back to the Mystery Shack, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that they had only scratched the surface of the mysteries that lay hidden within these woods. The strange lake, the disembodied hands, the glowing substance in the cave - all of these things pointed to a force that was far more powerful and mysterious than they could have imagined. And they knew that they were only just beginning to uncover its secrets.

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[gojoidyll]

Just a Little Crush

Gepard x Female ! Reader

Warnings | one fight scene, cussing, fools in love, fluff, etc.

Note | y/n will be referred to with she/her pronouns btw !!

"Daydreaming about Y/n again, huh?"

He was broken out of his thoughts when he quickly glanced over at his sister while a small, red blush lightly dusting over his cheeks, nose and at the tips of his ears, "w- what?!"

Gepard was many things. Strong, confident, reliable, highly respected.

He didn't blush like a fool. He didn't stutter like a shy schoolgirl. And he most definitely didn't let his lips quiver when caught in thinking about someone.

Well, unless it was y/n. Then he was all those things. A helpless man with a love he was sure was unrequited.

Serval, smirking at the priceless scene, could only rest her cheek in the palm of her hand, "oh come on, its obvious. I've been talking about dandruff hair and how it grows on trees for the past ten minutes and all you've been saying is 'that's cool' and 'will that be apart of your new song.' Honestly, it was cute ar first, but now I'm just curious. What on earth are you thinking so intently over that it has to do with y/n? Hopefully nothing too .. risqué."

His blush worsened as he slammed his hands on the table, "Serval! I- I would never ever think of y/n in such a way!"

His sister laughed and gave him one of her charming smiles, "well, whatever you were thinking about .. don't you think its time to confess? She's a young maiden after all. It won't be too long before someone more dashing than you comes and sweeps her off of her feet."

He pressed his lips together and stood up from his spot at the table, "it's just a little crush Serval, besides - i highly doubt she feels the same way. Now, if you'll excuse me," he said while looking towards the nearest clock, "I have to be going."

"Sure, sure," she said with a wave as he started walking towards the door, "and be sure to say hi to Bronya for me, won't you?"

"I will," he called after, and the moment he stepped out of the shop, a cold wind was quick to hit him the face. He was thankful for it though as he felt his once hot face began to cool down dramatically. He was sure it wasn't red anymore as he began walking to his next destination.

"Gepard."

At the sound of his name, he turned to look and saw Bronya walking up to him. He gave her a stiff now as they walked off together.

"Did you just finish up talking with your sister," she questioned.

"Yes, I did. She says hello by the way."

Bronya smiled knowingly, "was that all she said?"

Her words made him think of Serval's suggestion of confessing to y/n, but he shook the thought away.

"No, nothing else."

"Hmm, I see. So, she didn't mention how you should confess to y/n then?"

He tensed up which didn't go unnoticed by Bronya which, of course, caused her to continue her verbal attack.

"Judging by your reaction, I guess she did mention it. And seeing how you're also being dismissive of the matter, I guess you aren't going to go through with it."

"Of course not. It's just a silly crush, and I'm sure y/n doesn't feel the same."

"You'll never know unless you say something."

Gepard looked away, "can we just, stop talking about it?"

Bronya shrugged as she stopped walking and so did Gepard.

"Have it your way then, but if you don't go for her, then someone else will. Now, if you excuse me, I have business elsewhere. Will you be going on patrol?"

"Yes."

Bronya smirked, "I heard y/n will be joining you. You should take the opportunity when you find yourself alone with her."

He didn't get to retort or say anything for that matter as Bronya was already leaving him alone with his thoughts.

"Damn it..."

Shaking his head, he spared a glance at the time and decided to run there. He didn't want to be late (especially after hearing that y/n will be joining him).

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"There you are!"

He felt his breath seize up and his heart skip a beat. His eyes seeming to dilate as he was greeted by y/n. A strong, highly capable Silvermane. She was top notch and considered to be one of the strongest. But truthfully, it wasn't her rank that made him fall for her. In all honesty, she could be the poorest and weakest civilian here and he would still fall for her.

"Sorry, y/n. Am I late?"

"Not at all. But knowing you, I was sure you would beat me here."

Her smile was easy going and kind. She was the type who always had something nice to say even when she was pissed off.

"Anyway, shall we be going?"

It was a simple patrol. One that required only two people due to the short windy path. Having too many Silvermane walking it, would surely cause some trouble and probably make the road down the mountain crumble.

"Of course."

The walk for Gepard was unbearable. He found himself shifting the collar of his shirt and suddenly feeling claustrophobic in his own uniform. Everything felt hot despite the winter chill and the snow falling around them.

Not to mention that he was sure that the blush on his cheeks from before had returned with a vengeance.

"You good back there, Gepard?"

She was walking ahead of him and he took the rear. Their weapons unshesthed in case of an attack as they were both on high alert.

"Y- yeah," he cursed his stutter.

She stopped and turned to look back at him which cause him to stop abruptly too so he wouldn't accidentally run into her.

"You sure? You don't seem like yourself..."

"It's- it's nothing. My sister and Bronya were just giving me a hard time."

Y/n gave a polite smile as she reached to him to give him a pat on the shoulder, "those two really know how to stick it to someone. Whatever they said, I would worry about it later, alright? I need you focused right now."

"Of course, sorry."

"Don't apologize, Gepard."

He nodded whilst biting his tongue. The words im sorry getting stuck in his throat in the process.

"Damn Silvermane!"

The sudden disgruntled voice caused the two to luck up at where the sound had come from. Y/n's eyes widening as two criminals up top had their weapons pointed at them.

"You damned assholes should have brought more two guards!"

"Shit, move Gepard!"

Arrows were knocked and fired down at them, but y/n was faster as she had grabbed Gepard and moved him close to the rocky wall. The small thin path beneath them crumbled a little when the wind arrows hit the ground around their feet. Y/n clenched her teeth.

We can't stay on this path. If we do, then we'll be falling off the cliff side!

More arrows were shot down at them, but y/n kept pushing their bodies close together in order to hug the wall so their aim would miss them by mere inches.

"Damn it."

She started to panic a little as she tried to think up of something and when she finally looked at Gepard, their eyes clashing together, she snapped.

She didn't want him to die. Not now. Not ever.

"We're going to get out of this," she said to him, "just like always."

She hesitated for a moment when she glanced at his lips, but decided against kissing him and instead let go.

"Y/n-"

"Stay there. Your attacks won't help."

He pressed his lips together and stayed glued to the wall as she had ordered.

"Finally come out to play," one of the criminals yelled out whilst sneering down at her. An arrow being knocked into place as he took aim at her.

She merely smiled at him and at his friend.

"Of course, and just to let you know...I did bring more with me."

"W- what?!"

She raised her hand revealing a signal flare, and the moment she pulled the trigger and a red light shot up into the sky a scoff had sounded from behind the two criminals.

"I wondered how long it was going to take you to use the flare, y/n."

Gepard frowned, recognizing the voice as Bronya's. She's here too? But I thought she was somewhere else.

"Sorry about that, Bronya! I kinda just panicked a little and forgot about you."

Bronya scoffed again, "don't tell me you got distracted by the pretty boy down there."

Y/n glanced at Gepard who was looking at her and she gave him a wink before answering her, "you know me too well! I mean, who wouldn't get distracted when Gepard is around?"

"Only you would!"

Laughing Bronya off, she turned to look at Gepard again when the fight with the criminals finally ensued up top.

"Something wrong?"

"I- I'm ..a bit confused."

"Yeah, sorry about that. I knew we were going to get ambushed here, so I kind of called in a favor from Bronya. Granted, I forgot about the flare because, well," she paused as she scratched the back of her head sheepishly, "you really are a distraction for me. Every time you're around, I just can't focus at all. You're so- so beautiful and breathtaking, and I like you so much. I just get caught up in thinking about you, and worrying about you. It wasn't until I felt the flare gun on my side pouch that I remembered my backup plan."

"You like me?"

She froze on the spot when she replayed her own words and realized everything she just said. Her mouth opening and closing as an explosion up top sounded throughout their eardrums.

"I- you- I wasn't supposed to say that and you aren't supposed to know!"

She said those words in a rush as she panicked again. Her eyes looking everywhere but at him. And when she took a step back, she found herself falling, but he was quick enough to grab her hand and pull close..

"I'm glad you told me, y/n. Because I feel the same way."

It may have been a little crush at the beginning, but along the way - it turned into something more for the both of them.

[underqualified-human]

Pomefiore: I can be your Angle or your Devle

→ Request: hiii I would like to request headcanons relationahip for vil schoenheit, rook hunt,  epel felmier from twisted wonderland, with a fem mc who is actually a real angel (you know, with wings, ethereal, believer in God, etc) but at first it didn't seem like it since mc is usually stubborn and very naughty, the opposite of what would be expected of an angel jeje it's all, thanks in advance  → A/N: Okay so I changed it slightly  → ⚠ Warnings ⚠: Mentions of family issues, → Fandom: Disney:Twisted Wonderland → Genre: Headcanons → Pronouns: She/Her

You were born from a literal holy matrimony- and you hated it.

Your father was an angel (the key word being was. He fell almost directly after your birth) and your mother was a human. The apple clearly didn't fall far from the tree when it came to following rules. When you first arrived in Twisted Wonderland you figured it was some weird last resort after your expulsion from your Catholic All-Girls School (long story, don’t ask), but quickly came to realise that it was definitely not. On the bright side, you ended up getting a boyfriend, score!

General Headcanon:

I'm pretty sure a Nephilim/Giborim would be mistaken as a kind of fae, so keep that in mind as you read

Vil Schoenheit:

One of the first people to notice the more ethereal aura that your appearance has and finds himself staring at you more than what is considered normal, even after you start dating

It almost scares him sometimes, how you look in certain lights. Like when you punch someone in the nose for badmouthing him.

Normally he can smell rebellious spirit like a bloodhound, but your appearance caught him off guard. Which definitely intrigues him.

Tries to curb some of your more violent urges to varying degrees of success. You still end up getting into a bunch of fights and he still ends up helping you tend to your  

Whenever somebody brings up parents you go silent and he definitely notices.

If you want to talk about it he'll listen, if not then so be it

Definitely pushes you to do at least one photoshoot with him, whether he's successful or not is up to you

No clue how to help with your wing care, but provides you with any products you need

If any of his fans say anything he's not afraid to defend you

Rook Hunt:

A little bit creepy at first. asking invasive questions and general stalking

He tones it down later but definitely has a notebook about you (that you don't know about)

You get a lot of love poems throughout the entire relationship. He never runs out of ways to compliment you. It is insane.

Likes picnic dates, also teases you by bringing some sort of bird dish

Knows every bad thing you do, he’s just there, watching. He’s not going to try and stop you or report you if no one else does.

I like to think he's a bit of an artist, both visually and by the written word. You're the subject of most if not all his creations. 

Some he gives to you and some he keeps to himself. Just as a little keepsake.

If you'll allow him, he would love to sketch and pet your wings. He will start to describe them in great and poetic detail so be warned.

If there's anything special you need to do with your wings to keep them healthy/hidden he'll do everything to help you.

Epel Felmier:

Relates so hard to having an appearance contradicted by actions/attitude

Likes to join you in any rebellious/ general delinquent activity 

Tries to fight people that stare at you for too long

Makes sure to keep you far away from Vil, even if you like make-up and fashion he does not want to put you through that

Skips things like etiquette and dance classes to just hang out with you (Vil thinks you're the problem child, which isn't completely wrong)

Likes to give you little apple carvings he makes, some of wings and birds others just things he likes to carve

He didn't grow up with chickens, but his family did know some people who did. What I'm saying is he applies chicken grooming tactics to your wings and is surprised when you take offence. (You get a new nickname from it.)

One of his favourite things to do is to lie down with your wings wrapped around him. It makes him feel safe and helps him calm down, like being wrapped in a blanket while listening to your heartbeat. He'd kill anyone if they ever found out though.

Can't really relate to your family issues, but introduces you to his pretty early on in the relationship.