#the inside of caves on lower settings also look...... bad

[venacoeurva]

What on earth is the lighting when it rains on medium quality at certain angles

[atsadi-shenanigans]

What Shall We Become 41 - Lovers

In which the fic finally hits the explicit rating. Partial post on here, I'm afraid!

This is a bad idea. Probably your Worst idea, and that's saying a whole lot. But…

On AO3.

Y’all sail on for a time, on this underground, freshwater sea. Now that it’s done, y’all are safe (there weren’t no more boats on that beach), your body cuts all its strings. You slump down against the wall near the rudder and zone out for a while. Blink and come out of it as the hull scrapes over something.

“Huh?” you say.

You’re in another, smaller cave scooped out the side of the wall. The boat just passes through the mouth. It ain’t gonna hide y’all entire, but you ain’t gonna stick out like the only damn boat on this mill pond of a glass-ass surface, neither.

You reach out to the group chat, a casual swipe and not a request to like, merge. They’re all a lot closer. Most of them are grouped into one spot that feels like a planet tugging you out of orbit to join them.

You’re on the right track, then. The drow are dead. You’re pretty sure that birdshark ain’t gonna burrow through a lakebed.

There’s a small beach in the cave. Astarion has landed y’all onto it.

“We’ll set up camp for now,” he says, and good, you didn’t actually fall asleep and lose the last of your dirt potions.

“You sure?” you say.

“You need rest. And so do I, honestly. I have no idea how people do this all day.”

You smile. Just a little.

Y’all don’t got much to unhaul. Just the bags, his weapons, and the knife he returned to you.

“You wanna teleport down there?” you say, standing on the edge, gripping the rope railing and looking at the water you’ll need to wade through.

Astarion slips his necklace out. You only got a vague sense of a memory: horror and pain and writhing, and then he was suddenly gone. Gone totally, from all your senses, even the brainworm. And when you came out of it, when that spell sloughed off like a dead thing and you looked back, you realized he’d done magic. He’d fucking teleported. And you didn’t think there’s been enough time for him to filter through one of them scrolls?

He runs his thumb down one of the links spilling gemstones down his neckline.

“That was some hot shit,” you say. “And, uh, thank you.”

The man fucking preens. Gives a little bow, complete with a leg sweep. “My pleasure. And it was, wasn’t it?”

“Guess you was right about elves and magic.”

“As if there was a doubt. But to answer your question, no, I don’t think I will. Use it, I mean. It feels rather spent.”

And then he steps off the boat and splashes into the water. You lower yourself to slide down after him. And stagger.

He catches your hand in his. Steadies you.

You have to look away for some reason. “Thanks. You know, again.”

But he doesn’t let go. Just looks at you and your cheeks warm.

Everything that’s happened. All this shit. Part of you is still scraped raw, skin stretched too tight over your bones. It hollows out your insides. Starves you for something. And his hand in yours, something about that trickles into that hollow.

You pull away first. Give a tight smile and a nod, and slosh your way to shore.

There ain’t much camp to set up, neither. Though he does bust out the tent for the first time in a while. He starts securing one side, so you start on the other. But he finishes his portion faster than you, and you feel him standing behind you as you struggle to pull the tether tight enough while also trying to tie it off.

“Allow me,” he says. Kneels next to you.

You been closer than this to him. Hell, his lips have been on your neck, twice. Once when you was between the man’s legs. But there’s something different, now. His solid presence next to you. Strong legs, forearms wired with muscle and sinew. He’s…a man. You don’t normally think of people like that. They’re people, yeah. Coworkers. Friends. Cousins.

Astarion is still Astarion, but he’s also a man and you are suddenly, intensely aware of that for some reason. You feel weirdly empty and you want to lean into him, want—

He finishes up. Turns to you with that smarm-ass smirk. “There. All better.”

Your mouth is too dry. You make yourself nod and stand. Don’t got no provisions but what was in the drow’s bag, and the last time you ate from one of them, you tripped absolute balls.

“Should we start a fire?” you say. Look hopefully at the sand.

“Mmm,” he hums and why in the fuck does that sound shoot straight between your legs. “Best not.”

Y’all stand there, the both of you dripping lake water.

“We should probably change,” you say.

He blinks as if startled. Looks down at himself. “Oh, yes of course.”

Then eyeballs you. Seems to think for a long moment. Because your upper half is dry, but made out of ill-fitted drow armor and a tube top straining for its life not to burst at the seams, and your bottom half is a soaked-through hip wrap.

“I,” he starts. His lips press thin. “I do have a spare tunic. Just one. I haven't’ had the time to mend it, but it may fit you.”

Oh. Huh. That’s perfectly practical. You need to get into dry clothes, obviously. That’s just sensible. And of course it’s his shirt, as you don’t got no spares. It’s all straightforward. Got no reason to make your face fucking burn at the thought of wearing his fucking clothes. It’s for hypothermia, no cause for weird…weird heat flashes.

“Ah, and I do still have a blanket. For…” he waves vaguely at your legs.

Right. His blanket. To use as a skirt.

With no underwear on.

“Sure,” you say. You try to sound airy. You completely fail.

He sort of stands there a moment longer, and then straightens. “Right.”

Ducks into the tent and you listen to him rummage around. When he emerges, he holds a bundle out. Gestures for you to go inside the tent. He also holds his pack.

“Let me know once you’ve finished,” he says. Sets down his things. Starts unlacing and unclasping his own armor. Because he’s going to change out here. Because y’all are gonna be in states of almost-naked with nothing between y’all but a layer of tent canvas (so what’s the difference between a layer of tent and a layer of clothes) (oh no, no ma’am, you are not going there).

You change faster than you ever changed in your whole life. Damn near fling your shit off you and claw the new things back on—the shirt smells vaguely of him, but mostly like something that’s been left in a dresser drawer for a couple of years.

The blanket…

You wrap that sucker twice and tie it off. Consider looping it between your legs and tying that too, but then it looks too much like a fucking diaper and you cannot.

You definitely don’t listen to Astarion changing. Definitely don’t think about the way the air smells of him in here. Or the way it makes your skin feel more sensitive. The way the shirt is baggy along the shoulders and through the chest—you laced it up as tight as you could, but it still dips into a “V” into your cleavage—and the way it brushes over your chest lights up your brain.

This is adrenaline. This is that whole “coming down from a fight” thing you read about. That’s all. Just a chemical reaction. Nothing to it. You’ll calm down and get tired and probably fucking crash, and that’ll be that.

Then Astarion goes and says, “Are you finished, darling?”

The soul jar hangs between your breasts. That is entirely too distracting. You gotta take that off and set it right next to your things (against the back of the tent, away from the opening).

“Yeah,” you say. Keep your voice almost normal and give yourself a mental high five for that victory.

Astarion steps into his own tent. He’s back in his usual camp gear, with them tight pants and the high waist, his floofy shirt tucked in, and the chest unlaced enough you can see the dip of his pecs—

You turn away.

He’s been in the tent with you. He’s been in the tent with you wrapped in nothing but the blanket currently preserving your lower modesty. But he couldn’t see then. It shouldn’t make a difference. You’re more covered now than you was then. But now you gone and kissed him and imagined licking up his neck and you’re wearing his spare shirt.

You set your armor on the side opposite your gear. The ground slopes down, so any runoff shouldn’t soak into nothing else. The hip wrap, you duck outside to fling over the top (thank you Gale for waterproof enchanted tents) to let it drip sadly in the cool air. You hope it dries quick, and you find pants, so you can set the thing on fucking fire.

When you come back inside, Astarion has settled himself criss-cross applesauce at one end of the wooden plank he sleeps on. And there’s nothing for you to fuss with, no more. So you stand there. Like a normal person.

“Do you need a healing potion?” he says. “We have several, now.”

You got some scrapes. Some bruises. A goose egg on the back of your head from when you hit the deck after Bitch Queen mind-whammied you (goddamn, you want something, anything to soothe the scraped-thin feeling).

But Astarion got his ass beat by that shithouse of a drow.

“I’m good,” you say. “What about you? You need blood?”

You’re learning to read him better. Enough to catch the flash of want in his eyes before he smothers it away.

“Are you offering, darling?” There’s something strained about his smile. He’s aiming for his suave, offhand breeziness, you suspect. But something tugs along the edges. Something that thins the air in here.

Beside him sits the bedroll y’all pilfered. There’s enough space you can plonk yourself down opposite him and just be within spitting distance. But though he makes no movement, simply gazes up at you, he seems to take up all the empty space on his side of the tent. His long legs tucked in tight, his narrow hips. The way a tendon shows on his neck as he tilts his head to the side.

Goddamn, it’s warm in here. Are you getting sick?

(You’re not getting sick.)

“Darling,” he says. His voice soft, barely above a whisper. It makes your skin blaze.

You have to look at him. Look him in the eye. It’d be rude not to, huh?

His eyes are different. There’s a…heat, there. One you ain’t seen before.

“Your heart’s racing,” he says. Fucking vampire bullshit he can pick up on that.

You run a hand through your hair. Try to snort. It ain’t no big deal. Y’all’re awkward adults having a hot flash. “Yeah. ‘S warm in here. Maybe I should get some air.”

(You absolutely should not get some air.)

He only regards you a moment. Then lifts a hand, palm out. In that same, soft voice, he says, “Come here.”

You actually, literally gulp. A full on “yikes, Scoob” cartoon swallow. Because…you want to. You want to go to him. Be close to him. Let his proximity soothe the frazzle in you and balm the emotional fuckery all broken and shifting inside your chest.

You want to kiss him. You throb between your legs.

You know these signs in isolation. Have heard others describe them, and have experienced them yourself on your own. Just…never directed at somebody. Never in response to somebody lifting a hand, inviting you.

The tent flap is right there. You rejected him once—and he was a messy bitch about it—but you think he’d let you go. He’s been careful with you since that night, on the forest floor, when you spilled your guts. He’s being careful now. Stays where he is, hand lifted and waiting.

You can leave.

But.

You take a breath. Take a step. Your pulse drowns out all other noise, a hard whooshing in your ears. Your body seems made of warmed molasses. And suddenly, you’re right next to him. Staring at his hand.

And still, he waits. Don’t pressure. Don’t grab you. Don’t even say anything. He lets you stand there and shuffle around like the virginal dork you are.

You slide your hand into his. Hope the blush burning across your skin ain’t as visible as it feels (it is).

His palm is soft. Despite all the knife work, all the archery and picking locks and murder. It’s the first time you’ve touched his bare skin (aside from the fucked up hookup in the woods) that wasn’t running away, fighting somebody, examining a wound, or one of you falling somewhere. It ain’t a survival thing (it feels like one, though).

“It’ll be somewhat difficult to reach you up there, darling,” he says.

Right. Blood. That’s what this is. He needs to feed. You’re flailing around like a weirdo, and the man needs supper.

“How should I, uh,” you say. Intelligently.

His other hand comes up. On his other side. Because that’s where his arm is. So you take that hand in your other one. Which means he tugs you to his front.

You try to breathe. There ain’t enough goddamn air. Did y’all find some kinda low oxygen pocket? You’re only grazing his palm with your fingers, but it feels like what you’d imagine sticking a fork into an electrical socket might be like. Except instead of frying your heart, everything shoots to your groin.

And still, he only looks up at you, face painted in shadows and soft, blue light.

You lower down. One knee on either side, until you straddle his goddamn lap.

“Is this alright?” he says.

It takes an awful lot to do the advanced work of “forming a coherent thought”. You do manage a nod, though.

He lets go of your hands. Your own fall into your lap. You ain’t never had less of an idea of what to do with your own limbs in your entire, corn-husking goddamn life.

Jesus lord, the way he’s looking at you. Different from that night. His eyes a little wider. Somehow warmer. All of it fixed on you and you barely manage not to duck your face to hide.

A touch on your chin. Just under your lower lip.

“May I kiss you?” he says.

Oh hey! You did get that translation right! Ain’t that a fucking treat. Cause if you can focus on that, and not how you can feel your blood pressure spiking in your fucking neck, you might not explode and die.

The whisper of demons past hiss up around your spine to fill your skull. Immodest. Draped over this man and thinking of kissing him? Slut. Whore. Sin.

Shame. SHAME.

All of it clashes together and your hands tremble when you twist your fingers together in your lap.

“Yes,” you say. It comes out a half-broken whisper.

You’re the one who has to lean down, this time. Match the soft tilt of his head and find his lips with your own.

It starts as gentle and chaste as that second time. Hell, you’re just gonna call that your first kiss, fuck it, that one was made with, like, full consent. “Enthusiastic” consent. And if that thought don’t make part of you want to curl up and wither away.

His scent fills your lungs. His touch makes your lips tingle, spreads out over your whole face until the soft exhale through his nose brushes your cheeks and you almost fucking moan.

It ain’t that kissing itself is so…so…this. It’s that it’s him. That y’all are doing this. That you get to touch somebody and feel them and you ain’t never been this close to nobody and your bones rattle together with the effort of not flailing around.

You saw a video one time of a baby trying ice cream for the first time. Scoop was as big as the little dude’s head. He got one taste, went full on feral, and dragged that blob to his face.

It’s that same feeling that brings your fingers up to curl into the frills of his shirt. He’s gotta feel that, because he makes a whole ass sound against your lips and that damn near sets your hair on fire. Then his tongue flicks out, brushes carefully over your upper lip.

You don’t even think. You want. You open your mouth.

He must’a swigged water at some point. You catch hints of metal on his tongue, clinging to the inside of his mouth, but also, like, him. You’re tasting him.

This time, you cannot stop the tiny noise that escapes you.

He pulls back at that. His eyes look darker, and it takes you a second to realize that’s cause his pupils is blown right out. He looks like a cat that wants to bite you.

Instead, he comes back in. But not at your mouth. Plants a peck on the corner of your lips and then moves down. To the underside of your jaw. Places cool, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and you gasp and arch in his lap. You can’t help it.

Oh god, you ain’t never made yourself feel like that.

More, more. The selfish gremlin part of you crawls outta the cave in your head, chanting and shrieking.

“Astarion,” you say. You ain’t sure what should come after that.

He hums against your skin and his arms come up to wrap around you. Draw you against him. Your legs is splayed wide, with only his blanket to cover you. You’re wide open above that.

He kisses down, down. Traces his tongue along your collarbone and damn, you could cut glass with your nipples right now. He pauses at the neckline of your tunic. The one that dips low. Looks up at you, and the man is lost in the sauce.

“May I?” he says.

Rest on AO3 to avoid any ban hammer.

[skeletons-eat]

Ahem. Be warned I'm a sad little fanfic writer. 💔

Reva didn't like cold. It reminded her many days spent at lower levels of Coruscant, or on a bad day, the bodies of her family. Much to her annoyance, deserts were freezing cold at night.

Still, she refused to wander into wastes with Kenobi. She would slow him down anyway. But she also refused to go to his cave, leaving her open in cold.

If she wasn't all but ordered to rest...

She didn't know why she cared about Kenobi's order. He held no power over her. He had no authority. Reva didn't need authority.

She caught her feet walking towards the cave. No. Was she being tricked? Kenobi was being kind, and he was luring Reva into compliance. This had to be it.

But a little warmth didn't sound too bad.

Patting her clothes to clean the sand - as if everything wasn't coated with it - she stepped inside.

Reva had seen the rooms of councillors before. Master Yoda and Master Plo called younglings to meditate as often as their schedules allowed. Both rooms were always colourful, as any room in the temple, handmade furniture and gifts from younglings everywhere, some trophies from missions kept for honouring the adventures.

All of them were now destroyed. And, she guessed, they would all look like Kenobi's cave. Lifeless. Bare.

Passing the first curve of the cave, Reva got to where Kenobi slept. She couldn't even bring herself to think of this place as a bedroom. There was only a wide surface, a blanket and a thin pillow left on top. A nail on the wall as a hanger.

This was a pathetic existence. Kenobi was powerful. He could easily find allies in rebellion or in the outer rim due to his familiarity with many planets. Yet he chose to rot in a cave, watching over the son of the being that took everything from him, from Reva.

Her stomach burned again, leaving her doubled over oh her knees. She was pushing her luck far too much. She dragged herself to the stone, curling into the blanket. Kenobi said he had left supplies, but she wasn't going to search the cave before she shook off the cold clinging to her.

Somewhere between feeling sorry for herself and feeling angry for being sorry for herself, she fell asleep. She must have slept through the night, surprisingly, because she woke up with the sunlight leaking through the entrance of the cave.

Sitting up, she held her stomach, pain dulled. She looked down to see the wound, but a fresh patch of bacta was secured tightly with bandages, a bottle of painkillers and water set next to the pillow.

For some reason, she didn't think of those as poison. She was in unknown territory, she had to be careful and she didn't trust her host at all, but she swallowed two pills anyway.

She got to her feet slowly, testing her balance. What was she supposed to do? She couldn't just go back to the empire. Vader would kill her on sight. And the galaxy wasn't safe either. The empire had too many eyes everywhere. She didn’t even have a decent ship. The junk she stole was already torn apart, and she had destroyed its systems so no one would follow her.

Sighing, she walked to the entrance. Two packs of rations were left on a table-like stone. She ignored the bag on the floor, though. She ignored the armour around it, the shoulder plate painted with the sigil she wasn't ready to look at.

She grabbed the rations and walked out. Kenobi was sitting at the side of the cliff, posture terrible.

"I can find you a way off-world," he spoke carefully and stood still, as if she could run away at the slightest move. Perhaps she would if she could. But she didn't feel strong enough to get herself to the closest village, and she refused to pull from the Force. She was never taught advanced shielding. First Brother liked to know what she felt, just like Vader, and on rare occasions she was called to the presence, the emperor. Using Force would rat her out.

She ignored this was how she hunted Force sensitives.

Kenobi patted his side, between him and a bag. "I brought you some supplies in case you want to..."

"Stay," Reva completed, but didn't sit. Her back was aching already. "For a short while, at least. Until I—"

"You don't have to give me a reason."

Reva bit her lip and nodded, despite knowing the man wouldn't see with his back turned. She took the bag, though. She first pulled out an air mattress. She frowned. If he could buy one anyway, why didn't he until now? Even one night on that stone was enough to kark up years of practised muscle autonomy.

The second thing she pulled out was a plush blanket, in bear clan's purple. For the first time ever, her grief, raw and pure grief, not coated with hatred and anger, bled into the Force. And for the first time ever since that day, someone was there to soothe her emotions in the Force with understanding.

-ps: Sorry if there's any typos

I-

Omg this is so sweet. Tysm for bringing this into my inbox!!!!!!!! Actually crying about both of them rn this is so good.

I have so much brain rot of Reva after the owk show but tbh I've never rly considered the direct aftermath, so this has been a treat.

[aeternisprime]

TOH Intros Part 5: Anesonne Spirina Blight

A bit late with this one (probably gonna go to once every two days), but here's Anesonne Spirina Blight, my most non-witch-looking fankid!

Basic Info

Name: Anesonne Spirina Blight (Goes by Ans or Ansy) Age: 17 years old (mid-Spring birthday) Pronouns: He/Him School: St. Epiderm (11th Grade/Year equivalent) Tracks: Potions, Oracle Palisman: Steam (Dotted Humming Frog)

Biography

Anesonne Spirina Blight, called Ans or Ansy by his friends and family, is the 17-year-old son of Annteire Spirina Blight and Edric Blight. He attends St. Epiderm as a multi-track student, enrolled in the Oracle and Potions tracks, though he’s considering adding Illusion to his trackload as well. He also plays on the school’s Grudgby Team alongside Irina L’Achyntha and Prexta Rete.

Anesonne is a clever, crafty young man. He’s friendly and sociable, able to get along with just about anyone, with a quick wit and a natural talent for thinking outside the box. He also picked up Edric’s talent for pranks, however, and his can get pretty elaborate and complicated. They're never malicious or mean-spirited, but they can get out of hand sometimes. 

Unfortunately, what he has in amiability and wit he lacks in forethought and wisdom. He has difficulty seeing further than the immediate effect of something, and oftentimes his "outside-the-box" thinking will spiral out of control and result in entirely unexpected consequences, both good and bad. He's very quick to apologize if anyone gets hurt in the spiraling process and always tries to make up for it, though.

Anesonne is tall and average-framed, with an extra set of arms and an extra set of eyes below the usual ones inherited from Annteire. The second pair of arms come out from the midsection of his back (as pictured here under the third placement type), and are a little bit less developed than his dominant upper set. He isn't buff, but he does have some level of musculature from playing Grudgby. He has Edric’s thicker eyebrows, but he’s got a slightly rounder nose and protruding upper fangs from Annteire. He also inherited his skin tone from Annteire, which is a dull greyish-blue. He has central heterochromia in each eye, with Annteire’s dark purple on the outside and Edric’s bright gold on the inside.

Anesonne is half Palm Digger (scientific name Daemaranea Palnovici), a type of spider-like Bug/Biped Demon that primarily resides in the hand and arm bones of the Titan. The species name is a partial misnomer, as they don’t actually dig through the bones themself. Instead, they live in pre-existing cavities, with the largest settlement recorded residing in a massive cave structure beneath Palm Stings. Palm Diggers have extremely high heat tolerance but cannot regulate their own temperature, instead relying on the invariably high temperatures present in their natural habitat. While Anesonne didn’t receive all of the species’ defining traits, specifically missing out on the third set of arms (between his upper and lower) and the venomous bite, he did receive the hand-mounted spinneret, which he uses to make a lot of his own clothes, and the ability to climb on walls and ceilings, somewhat limited by the arms he didn’t get. His ability to generate heat is also significantly impacted by his Palm Digger heritage.

To account for his somewhat-unique physiology, Anesonne wears custom-tailored shirts that either he or Annteire makes. He prefers heavy, warm clothing, usually wearing several layers to supplement his body’s deficient heat generation. His favorite colors to wear are reds and browns, and he's pretty frequently seen in his Grudgby Jacket.

Anesonne is a member of St. Epiderm’s Grudgby Team, playing alongside Prexta Rete and team captain Irina L’Achyntha. He plays support, and usually tries to run interference for Irina and Rete. He's on the fence as to whether or not he wants to continue it in college, though, since, as much as he enjoys it, he also wants to focus on his education. His dream is to be a teacher like his dad is, and he's heard that all of the teaching programs at the University of Wild Magic are pretty time-consuming.

Recently, he's redeveloped an interest in the Bonesborough Brawl. He tried it when he came of age, decided it wasn’t for him, and then went back at 16 and almost won it. He was beaten in the semi-finals and never got to face that year's champion, but that last match was extremely close. He's planning on trying again now that he's gotten a bit stronger, both physically and magically, but it's not like he really cares about winning. He'd only really be there to have fun.

Anesonne is fairly skilled in both of his tracks, but his best area is Oracle. He specializes in the conjuration and communication aspects of the track, but his clairvoyance leaves a lot to be desired for. He's just barely able to make it through the related classes, usually with outside help from his friend Opal, but it doesn't really matter to him since he doesn't like knowing the future anyways. He only got into the track so he could meet some of his family on Annteire's side, since so many of them were in and under Palm Stings when the Titan was possessed. He's also pretty good at Potions, which is what he's considering teaching. He's a Potions tutor at St. Epiderm, and he even tutored his cousin Stella for a year when she first showed an interest in the subject.

Palisman: Steam

Anesonne's Palisman is a Dotted Humming Frog named Steam. Steam has a brownish-red back, with yellow dots running down it in an asymmetrical pattern. His stomach is a lighter shade of brown with several small splotches of black.

Steam is a very relaxed creature, and a bit slow on the uptake, but his magical prowess is not something to laugh at. Were it not for his lazy, slothful nature, Steam could be a force to be reckoned with on his own. He doesn't realize this, though. He's too busy staring at the fairy buzzing around the living room.

Anesonne adopted Steam from the Park Family Home for Palismen. The two of them bonded over his interest in contacting deceased members of his family, especially since Steam's previous owner was one of the Palm Diggers who was in Palm Springs when the hand rose.

Previous Part: Stella Blight

Next Part: Opal Hagholm

[devious-master-wolf]

The Ravaging of Little Red

Once upon a time, there was a little girl. There’s always a little girl, isn’t there? But this little girl is not the one you are thinking of. Not an innocent wide-eyed thing ignorant of the ways of the world, though she may look it at first glance. No, she is not a fragile thing so easily breakable. This is a fierce creature boiling over with secret dark wants and desires. Unfortunately, this little girl was also a caged animal, voiceless and muted and screaming on the inside. This is Little Red.

Little Red had a downright evil mother and not even a step- one at that! A straight-up evil mother who kept her locked away and would torment her regularly with nonsensical demands and beratement. Little Red had escaped once and thought herself free, but alas, she found herself trapped once again, only this time in the cave of a troll, those most selfish and brutish of creatures. After much torment and terror, she had escaped this vicious trap too, but alas, the only way to escape was to return once again to her evil mother, confined and condemned to a dreary life of chores and inscrutable reprimand at the edge of the deep dark wood.

Little Red, her life seemingly over before it had begun, had lost all hope. The only solace she had was her evenings out on the porch in her right red cloak sweeping the steps and listening to the chirping of crickets and rustling leaves. She would never dare to venture forth, though. She knew all too well how Mother might snap. The evil witch would ensorcell her right back. So instead, Red would stare out into the dark and foreboding wood and wistfully dream of someday running away, dangers be damned.

And that Little Red… is you.

Little did you know that each night as you stared longingly out into that dark wood, two hungry eyes stared right back. For there was a Big Bad Wolf in that dark forest who prowled each night for little girls dumb enough to wander from their safe homes. He had smelled this delicious young thing, your ripe scent of unmet desire sharp in the crisp night air. He had come at your enticing aroma to watch and wait, fangs salivating at the site of you, dripping with primal cravings at the sight and scent of you.

And that Big Bad Wolf… is me.

I waited for you, Red. I watched as you fight with your captor. I watched as you yearned for release. I watched each night as you walked back into that prison, its hold fast upon you, those invisible parental chains wrapped around you. I watched until I could handle it no more. As your home went dark and the night’s chill set in, I prowled out from my hiding place, quietly stalking up to your window. Peeking in, my hot breath fogging the glass, I saw you there, sleeping in despair and barely covered be your thin red slip. Your curled form twitched with some nightmare of endless monotony and bleak despondency.

Knowing your evil mother would never let you go as long as you lived, I first crept around to her room, quietly sliding the window up and slinking in. To fight a witch, one must be quick. One must be crafty. Before she could even yelp, I pounced and gobbled her up, lickety-split!

With the evil witch of the forest gone for good, I salivated for my true prize, the little girl in red whose life had never known a day of peace. Unfortunately, that peace would not be today for I had come to snatch you away yet again and drag you down into my own special hell filled with primal unspeakable hungers. Silently I prowl into your room, towering above your bed, long shadows of the moon throwing my vicious predator’s silhouette across your walls. Looming over your helpless form, I pull up muscular fur-covered arms and large hands tipped with savage long claws. My tongue lulls out from between dripping fangs. My claw lowers, lifting that thin red nighty over your thighs and revealing... an entirely exposed pussy? No panties. No modesty at all. And glistening. What dreams have you fallen in, so twitching and wet? What a twisted little girl I've found indeed.

Unconsciously, my excitement gets the better of me. Mesmerized by this delicious unveiling, I extend a claw, slipping it into that slick slit. Under my breath I release a deep rumbling growl, “Little red, little red, let me in.”

Your little brow furrows for a moment before your eyes snap open, going wide as you see the beast before you, nearly upon you.

Whatever do you do, @thelittlelostprincess333?

[mako-and-tails-and-stuff]

Mako Mermaids F/Feb Day 8 Grey

Day 8 Grey - Rita/Veridia/Nerissa, 803  words, Rating G

Stormy days were grey days. When the pouring rains and howling winds kept them all shut inside and made surfacing to breathe a dangerous task. Most Mermaids took to their caves and waited it out, safe with their friends and their own little treasures. 

Rita had been one of those Mermaids once, until she came onto land and built her grotto from a dusty old cavern under the house to a literal treasure trove. Treasures, potions, rare fabrics, antiques and anything one could think of to do with the sea.

Sometimes she watched the storms from the safety of the house, watching as the grey clouds engulfed the sky and the Sea mirrored it back, an endless gloom set to swallow the whole world if it was left to its own devices. 

Sometimes she used storms as an excuse to look through her collection. Each storm brought out another old chest she hadn’t looked at in years or sparked up the urge to rearrange and change her displays. She once thought about cataloguing everything but she gave up after she filled the first leather bound tome and had barely scratched the surface on her possessions. 

This newest storm was another opportunity. She’d watched the clouds while she waited for the kettle to boil then retreated down to the grotto where she found Veridia and Nerissa already settled in the lower level. Nerissa lying with her head on Veridia’s lap, the latter sitting closest to the stairs, holding a book in her hands. 

Rita kissed Veridia on the cheek before sipping her tea and deciding which area to start on first.

“Now I feel left out. Everyone’s all paired up but me,” Nerissa joked as she sat up. “Mimmi’s over with Chris, Zac and Evie are at Evie’s house and now you two over here.”

“Aww,” Rita gave Nerissa a gentle kiss on the cheek and lightly cupped her jaw, “Least it gives you time to help with some organising down here while everyone else is busy. Both of you can help.”

“I’m not helping, not after last time. You got annoyed at me for not putting everything back right, I’m going to stay here and read,” Veridia swung her legs up onto the bench in one smooth move, the fabric of her dress rippling like the waves as she did so, “Nerissa do not indulge her either.”

“Nerissa can make up her own mind,” Rita retorted,”and besides, she’s using false facts to get pity.” Rita directed her attention towards the Mermaid in question, “You know you’re one of us Nerissa.”

“If you value your peace and sanity stay here with me,” Veridia warned. 

“How bad can it be?” 

Veridia turned back to her book with a laugh as Nerissa gingerly stood up and followed behind Rita. 

As soon as Rita moved the first target box, it unearthed a cloud of dust almost as big as the storm clouds outside which immediately doused both her and Nerissa near enough head to toe. 

“Veridia was right,” Nerissa coughed, “I never should have helped you.”

Rita just shook the grey dust from her hair. “It’s been a while since this has been moved, a bit of dust is perfectly normal.”

“This is not a bit of dust, this is a literal volcanic ash size pile of dust. It’s all over you and all over me.”

“I warned you two,” Veridia called over, “but Rita never listens and it seems you don’t either Nerissa. Now who’s left out, the only voice of reason left.”

“Hearing her, the voice of reason,” Rita continued brushing dust off before raising her voice to make sure Veridia could also hear, “try getting Ondina to do what you say and then we’ll see who’s the ‘voice of reason’ amongst us.”

“Ondina is perfectly willing to follow instructions,” Veridia said, “the majority of the time.”

“When was the last time she did what you asked? She’s too much like you. Never does as she’s told

“Ondina always does what I ask,” Nerissa added. 

“You’ve got the best friend’s mum thing going on,” Rita replied, “plus Ondina was only here for a week before she left for Shanghai.”

“How about instead of arguing, you two get all that dust cleaned off of you?” Veridia asked. “It’s in both of your hair and all over your clothes and I don’t want it on me.”

“Why not? You’d look cute being all dusty with us,” Rita blew a kiss to Veridia.”

“I’m fine thank you, just clean yourselves up.”

Rita waited until Veridia had gone back to her book before cloaking herself and quietly sneaking up behind the other Mermaid and catching her in a hug. The surprise gave Nerissa enough time to catch Veridia from the front. 

“You two are horrible!”

[liones-of-love]

dark josh gates x reader

have you ever wondert what it would feel like to be part of a secret organization, well let me tell you, it's tiring. You always have to be carefull who you are talking to, you have to be carefull so nobody finds out your secret and lately we also have to be carefull because of those stupid acheologist.

A quick information:

1: That is actually my first oneshot since a long time. so pleas dont jurge me :)

2: English is not my first language, pleas ecuse me if i make some mistakes.

3: Cursive words stand for thaoughts and This stands vor a dialog

Y/N Pov:

Well thats bad. That was my first thought when i got a call of my boss. He is basicly the chef of the secret sosiety of the ninjas. And according to him, the old man who found one of our abandoned underground temples spilled our secret from his deathbed. Now, of course, some archaeologists want to find out whether he was telling the truth, find the cave he described and examine the temple inside. One of these archaeologists is Josh Gates, he searches the world for myths and legends. And as secret as we ninjas are, there are some legends that we couldn't prevent from being told. So it's no wonder this proximity made it onto his radar. According to our information, he plans to put together a team with which he would then like to go into the jungle of Ecator and find the temple in question.

My boss now demands that I (since I'm one of the best trained members) infiltrate Josh Gate's team and, if they find the cave, stop them from finding the temple. After all, this would reveal many of our secrets. I'm surprised why we haven't destroyed it long ago when we know that someone found it. In any case, I'm sitting here in my modest two-room apartment and writing an application to accompany Josh as a team member and hopefully keep our secret.

Time skip: The team is meeting in the Jungel of Ecator

What can I say. It could be that I lied a little bit in my application. But I'm here and that was the goal. When I look around I realize that I am the youngest in the group. and that raises two questions for me Firstly, why was I sent by ninjas and not someone who would have been more suitable for the group. After all, everyone here is between 40 and 50. At the tender age of 25, I'm almost still a baby. and secondly, why was I promised this position, what do these archaeologists hope for from such a young person. Doesn't matter. back to the point.

We were told that we would meet at a boat dock and from there take a boat down the river. At a small bay they would let us out, we would load everything onto mules and wait for the rest of the group. So actually only on our group leader. Josh Gates and someone else whose name I don't know yet. In any case, we're actually already there, but we're just waiting for the two of them. Suddenly I feel my communicator vibrate, it connects me to the headquater so that they can give me direct commands.

I distance myself a little from the group to read the message. Flirt with Gates. Be playful. He has to trust you. Really now, how is this supposed to help me? Just as I'm about to answer I see that the group is now complete so I rush back. I join the group just in time so as not to attract attention and at exactly that moment Gates begins to instruct the team. "Hi guys. You all already know me so i will just introduce the person next to me. Thats Tim Halland he will take us to our cave, he is a relative of the deceased explorer who found it and would like to see for himself whether his relative was right. Tim, please briefly explain our path to us." "Okay guys, we're going to hike through the jungle today and tomorrow and set up camp during the night. When we climb the mountain you definitely have to be careful, because even though it's been a dry summer here and it hasn't rained in the last few days, we have to expect pretty muddy paths.When we reach the cave we will lower ourselves into it and then try to find the way to this mysterious temple." "You heard it gys, make sure you don't hurt yourself and don't move away from the group. Lets go"

Well, that's going to be great. Do you hear my sarcasm? The group starts moving slowly and I fall in line somewhere in between. I don't want to attract negative attention straight away, so I'll stay away from Gates for a while. There's a man walking next to me, I have to be honest, I think he's around 40, but he could also be a little younger. "Hey my name is Benjamin." "Hey my name is y/n. Don't take it personally but Benjamin is a pretty long name, can I just call you Ben?" "Yes, of course." He looks at me laughing and we talk for a while. Oh, who am I kidding? We talked until it got dark and we had to concentrate too much on the route. Well at least he did, I walked rather lightly along the muddy path. However, I noticed that Gates also seems to have some problems with the mud, so I fall back to be near him. and it was good. As soon as I'm near him he slips and hits his butt. "Uh, that looked painful. Are you okay, Mr. Gates?" I ask innocently. "Yes, everything is fine, by the way, call me josh." "Okay Josh, here I'll help you up." I give him my hand and pull him up. "You are y/n l/n right?" "Call me n/n. Sooo. A tempel of the ninjas hu." "Yeah, isn't that exiting." "Do you know much abaut them?" "Oh just what everybody known or assumes. Thy are a secret sosiety,they help pore people, the had there parts in some historical wars and some even asume they have supernatural powers." "What kind of powers. Elemntal bending. If we find this tempel, there have to be some clues if all of this is right or not. That would change the history." I know thats what i'm trying to stop. "Wow you know so much" I really try to sweet talk him and it looks like it woud work. He looks at me and smiles charming. "You think so?" "Yeah sure, i do not know many peopel who know so much. And i asume that is not the only toppic you are a specialist in." God i could puke. He looked quite proud and flatterd. We keept talking for a wile. In the distance i could see the others, thy are starting to set up camp. Okay, enough chitty chat chat. Time to be bold. "Soo you really like your hat?" "Yeah why?" I didn't answer him, just stood on my toes and grabt the hat. As soon as i got it, i started running to the others. "Hey, give that back" Josh screamd after me. I turned around and smiled at him. "Come and get it." And i was gone.

Josh Gate's Pov:

She is quite cute. I followed n/n to the camp and tried finding her. I have to admit i'm probably smiling like an love sick idiot. But who could blame me. She is really gorgeous and has a quite nice personallity. And she is fascinatet by my adventures plus she was definetly flirting with me. That kind of gives me an ego bost. "Josh, come here." Tim Halland called me. I looked back where I last saw n/n and then turned to Tim. "Yes?" "We already set up your tent. It is there. I just wanted to tell you that we should make it to the cave quite early tomorrow. So we can definetly start to investigatethe cave." "Thats really great. See ya tomorrow." I looked around a last time to see if y/n was still around but she must have alredy laid down for the night. So did go to tent and laid down. Fun fact i was dreaming of my sweet girl.

Y/n Pov:

I did wake up ratter early so i could finaly text the headquarter back. Why? That should be enough. I startet taking down my tent, and backing my bagback with my things. Josh's hat did find his way on my head. There it shoud be save. As i was lokking around i saw Ben, and oh boy was i interesstet in him. He had a cup of coffee in his hand. Where did he get that! "Ben! Good Morning." "Godd Morning y/n" "Say, where did you get that." I was looking longingly at his coffee cup. He also looked down and smiled. "Oh that, another member gave it to me. You wanna have it? I don't really like coffee." "Oh you are a savour." As I was standing there, happily sipping my coffee i saw Josh coming my way. "I was hoping i could trade my hat for a coffee." "Oh You must come up with something better. Ben alredy gave me one." "Ben?" "Benjamin." "Oh" He kind of looked disapointet but also a little jealous. So my plan is working. "So, is there any way to get hat back?" "I don't know." I smiled sweetly at him. "What do you want?" "Something spezial" i winked at him and just left him there. After i brought my cup back to the mule i took my stuff and followed the others. I realiced that Josh was trying to come to me, so i decidet to play with him. I speeded up a little bit and slowed down againg when i was next to Ben. Josh was obviosly jealous of him and me. And when i took a look back, that was confirmed. Gates did look quite angry and jealous.

Josh Gate's Pov:

Why is she with him and not with me? What dose he have i do not have? I am obviosly more interesting. And she must defenetly like me, she wears my hat, my favourite one. It really looks good on her. I must find a way to seperate this two...

Time Skip to the Cave

Y/N Pov:

No no no no no no. They did finde the right cave. That means i have to make shure thy don't find the tempel. "Guys. We are here. We are going to let everybody down, one by one. The we will stard to explore the cave" I heard Tim Halland call. So put on my climping gear even though as a ninja i had other ways to get down there. But i coudn't usee theme, they would reveal me. Suddenly Josh was in front of me. He kneeld down and startet cheking my gear. I totaly turend red. When he stood up he took his hat from my head and laid it on a rock. Then he took a helmet and put it on my head. When he was finished he looked me in the eyes and smiled. "Come" he laid his hand on my lower back just above my ass. Okay. What's going on. "I'll go first. then they will lower you, don't be scared i'll wait for you down there" he smiled at me and linked himself in. Okaaay? Thats weird. I hope the headquater knows what it is doing. Soon I also was lowerd down in to the cave. It looked still the same as the last time i was here. That was five years ago when i visited the tempel with some ninja students. We do try to teach them our past, so that they understand some of our decisions we have to make every day.

When i was at bottom of the cave Josh linked me out and gave the others a signal. Then he put his arm around my waist and pulled me away a little. "Isn't it wonderful? It's so impressive." I just smiled at him. Okay I needed his attention but he is acting weard. I pulled away from him and startet helping the others. "Okay guys. Lets move." Tim Halland shouted. Mabey i should change my plan. I should try to manipulate him, he obviously leads the goup down here so he must know something. I walk a little faster so i could catch up with him. "Mr Halland" "Ah y/n. Pleas call me Tim. Mr Halland makes me feel so old." "Tim, how do you know where we should go?" "You see y/n. My old man was the person who found the cave and the tempel. He told me he left some waypoints on the way. There do you see the mark?" I'm deffenetly sure i lost all of my colour in my face. How am I supposed to mislead them now? There was a mark on the ground, it looked like it was engraved in the ground. It was an big X and at one end was a arrow. "Oh. And do you know how long we will be down there?" "Four Nights. Don't worry, we will not get cave illnes. Our medic has some medicin that can prefent that." I hummend so that he would know i understood him, and startet panicing. There is no way i can mislead them, i have to find the oportunity to contact the headquater. They must destroy the tempel befor we get to it. I let myself fall back again and startet walking in the middle of the group. Benjamin was suddenly next to me. "y/n. you do not look so great. Are you feeling okay?" "What? Oh... Ähm, i gues i am just a little nervous and excited." "If you say so. But say something if you are not feeling well oaky." I nodded and walked next to him, he seemed really worried, so I wanted to show him that I was really okay

Josh Gates Pov:

What are you doing y/n. First you ignore me. Then you dont talk to me, but you are talking to Tim and Benjamin. I dont care much abaut Tim, but i have to find a way to separate you from Benjamin. I walked up to the and took y/n hand. "Benjamin. They need your help at the back." "okay. Y/n you heard me, call me if you feel strange." Then he left. "What did he mean?"I asked my sweet girl. "Nothing." She wanted to wiggel her hand out of mine, probably to join that idiot again, but i just tightend my grip. Her hand is so soft. We walked in silence. Y/n looked araound nervously as if she was trying to find something. What are you hiding from me sweety.

Y/n Pov:

timeskip to the first camp in the cave.

Finaly i am alone. When we did stop to rest i quickly builded my tent up and said i would go to sleep. When i graped my communicator i realiced the headquater didn't respont to my last queston and they don't need to. Ialreaady know why the wanted me to flirt with Gates. He obviously has a thing for younger women. I shook my head and focused back on what was important. Need permission to destroy the temple. Can't mislead the group. I put my communicator away, they would probably need some time to discuss this. So I can also use the time and go to sleep. I have a bad feeling that tomorrow will be very tiring.

The first thing i was doing when i woke up, was looking on the communicator. There was a message. Permission granted. Separate yourself from the group and destroy all evidence of us. As much as i was relieved i also was a little sad. I mean it is a peatiful building and it is part of our culture. I Left my tent and realized some of the others where already awake. Thats bad. I could see Josh in the distance and ducked down, hoping he would not see me. I took the helmet of of my head at startet heading in the right direction. As soon as i would be out of sight i would start running. I know the way quite good, and the more time i have the better. Even tough i was quite slow right know because of my ducked posision, i did come quite far already. So I stood up. "Y/N! where are you" I heard Geats scream. Okay. Fuck it. Now i have to be faster. I startet running. Just as i was reaching the next tunnel i heard him scream again. "Y/N! Come back. Its to dagerous. Stop. Y/N!" But i was already gone. Here comes the tricky part. It's a tunnel system, you have to take the right turne or you will end up at a dead end. Left Right Right Left Left. That old man really did mark every turn, and so long, he got everything right. And then I was there. The secret entrance. It is a flooded tunnel, so you have to dive. Great. Could dark whater, i love it. Pure sarcasmus.

I waded into the tunnel and when I couldn't stand anymore i decided to swim. And there is the end. I took a deep breath and dived. Do you know how easy it is to lose orientation in dark water? No? Let me tell you, I know the route really well and yet I hit my head three times. When I finally got to the other end I breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, you might only dive for a few seconds. But that's still enough to make you lose your bearings. In any case, I got out of the water and looked up. With my flashlight I only illuminated a small part of the large cave in front of me. Every time I see this gigantic temple it takes my breath away. I would really like to know how the previous ninjas built this building, and now I should just bring it down. I slowly walked towards the stairs. They would lead down to a path that then continued to the temple. Around the third step you could hear something gurgling. It was the natural oil spring that we used as a light source. I pushed a small stone wedge into the groove that only reached halfway and made a quick hand movement. Suddenly my hand was on fire. Well Gate's You where right, some of us can bend the element. Before you ask, no i could not just make the cave collaps. First that would be to dangerous, and second, im not that stong in bending the earth. However. I did shoot a fire ball at the oil and it startet burning. I followed it with my gaze and marveled at how everything suddenly lit up. It's always wonderfully beautiful.

Josh Gates Pov:

I saw Y/N running away from the group and shouted after her, but she did not stop. "Fuck" I screamed. Suddenly Tim was next to me "Damn I knew it, she's one of them. She'll try to destroy the temple." My little one, one of them? Oh y/n just wait and see when I get my hands on you. Cute, beautiful, intelligent and a ninja. what more could you want? "Let's go guys, we have to go immediately." I shouted and started running, the others where following me. Luckily the old man left some signposts behind. This makes the tracking much easier now. When we suddenly found ourselves standing in front of a flooded tunnel, I rolled my eyes. Really now. We have to dive? So we waded in and dove. When we got to the other side we saw a wonderful sight. There he stood. The Temple of the Ninjas. It was lit by fire and almost glowed with beauty."Look at this." I said, completely amazed. We all stared and were amazed. "There! There's y/n" Benjamin said. and he was right, she ran towards the temple. you could tell what she was up to. "Y/n. Stop. Stay put." but she didn't listen to me, so I ran. "Look around here, I'll stop her" I called to Tim and followed y/n into the temple. I saw her about to activate an ancient device that would destroy the temple, so I acted quickly. I practically threw myself against her and knocked her to the ground. She tried to defend herself but I had the upper hand, after all I'm a bit heavier.

Y/N Pov:

Just when i was about the start the proces to destroy the tempel i suddenly was pushed too the floor. I really tried to push the person down of me but coudn't do it. The person grapped my hands, put them above my head and puched down. It was quite painful. "Stop squirming, baby." I widend my eyes. Josh? Why is he calling me baby?! I looked in his eyes and panicked, if i can't get out of this i faild this mission. I faild all of the others. I stilled my movements and looked him in the eyes. They where dark, and there was something that could be discribed as lust. "You are a ninja.." that wasn't a question, more a statement. "Josh, please." "You wanted to destroy this beutiful place and then what. Run away from me" okay now he looks angry. "Please. The Ninjas have to stay secret. And i have duties there. of course i would return to them" "Oh you must know so manny secrets, so many secret places" he trailed of. "Josh. Please let me go." Belive me, if looks could kill, i would be dead right now. "No." he almost growled that. "You know. i wantet do court you the normal way, but i don't think this will work. So ill just keep you." What... He took his scarve of and bound my hands togheter with it. "You are going to stay with me. If you like it or not." He said, before he puched me at the wall and startet kissing me. It wasn't lovley, he kissed hungry. "You are mine now" he said wile he was puching some of my hair back behind by ear.

And you wanna know the woresd part, i belive him. He will probably never leave me again. And the Ninjas will not help me, because i faild to complete the mission

So guys. Thats my first oneshot since a long wile. I am sorry that it turend out rather long and isn't as dark as some might has wanted it. Pleas remember that this is pure fantasie. Josh Gate's is not really like that (at least not akording to his show) and i do not wish to harm his reputashion. Fans of the show probably realized what episode i took for inspiration, and i have to say its one of my fafourites.

See ya

[laxyaklovesloz]

The Legend of Zelda: Real Courage | Chapter Twenty-One: Child Isle

Master Post

When Lila woke the next day, she was surprised Lady Ganondra wasn't the one yelling her awake. Instead, it was unusually quiet. She hoped that wasn't a bad sign. She noticed something on her desk that wasn't there last night. As she sat up on her bed, she saw that it was a note.

Lady Ganondra requests you journey to Mother and Child Isle next, she read. There you are to acquire the Cloak of Shadows. Lady Ganondra expects you back in three days. Do not disappoint her again. -Nabooru

Three days? The trip to the coast took at least half a day. Lila quickly readied herself for the task.

The sun had set at least an hour before Lila reached the shore. Lila tested the water. She had only been to the ocean a few times before for training. Now she was glad for it because she had to swim to Mother and Child Isle.

After surveying for the best part of the beach, Lila waded into the ocean. She aimed for the beach on "Child Isle." She didn't know why the Isle had two names. "Child Isle" was the lower part of the island and the only way to access it. "Mother Isle" was like a tower, with every side a steep cliff. Lila guessed the strip of land between the two used to be underwater which would make them separate islands. However, that begged the question: Did the sea level fall or the island rise?

Not that it really mattered.

Upon reaching the beach of Child Isle, the strong wind produced by the shape of the island began teasing at Lila's clothes. She felt a chill from the air hitting her wet self. She donned her newly procured boots and pushed forward.

Because of the wind, Lila had never before been able to travel much farther than the rocky beach. Nabooru brought her here to train her leg strength a few times. Now with the Boots of Sturdiness, she was able to get inside the cave, leading to mystery. She took a breather at the mouth of the cave. The wind was minimal there, so she was able to take off the boots. She also lit her lantern because there was no other light. Her rattled breath echoed loudly on the rock walls.

"I wonder if this would be a safe place to sleep," she said aloud, wishing for the company of Mori. The weariness was starting to catch up with her, and she realized she missed the keese more than she thought possible.

"I'll just check out this cave a bit."

Lila walked deeper into the cave. She looked for torches along the wall but found none. It wasn't long before she came to a door. She wondered if she should open it or leave it alone.

"Maybe just a peek."

She pulled the door open and stood just short of entering. Inside was dark so she couldn't see much, but she could tell the dungeon went much deeper than sea level. She heard the roar of winds blowing in different directions but saw no evidence of a tornado. For that she was glad. Having satisfied her curiosity, Lila closed the door and returned to the mouth of the cave to sleep.

∴

The sun woke her in the morning. It didn't reach directly into the cave since it was angled slightly to the south, but the light and warmth were enough to get her going. She ate a small breakfast of dried meat and then continued on her quest.

Lila was surprised to see the dungeon had lit up from the sun. She noticed several shafts of light around the room. It was so bright, the area glowed like soft gold.

With the new light, she was better able to see the lay of the land. Three tiers of balcony ran around the perimeter, with Lila being on the top one. There was also a solid floor at the bottom. Holes in the walls lined up with the four cardinal points, but Lila could detect no other pattern. The holes were the source of the winds and some of the sunlight. There were also a few doors between the holes. Two other doors were on the same level as Lila, but one of them, the more ornate one across the room, had gaps in the platform on either side. She had no idea how she would be able to get there.

That left the other door. A wind tunnel was between her and the door. Lila put the boots back on to avoid getting blown off the edge. It was a long drop. Though the wind pushed against her, the boots kept her safely on the ground. She took off the boots before opening the next door.

∴

After several fights with hoards of keese ("I'm glad Mori isn't here to see this.") and larger kargaroc ("Those birds make the most annoying sound!"), Lila found herself on top of Child Isle. She had climbed a set of stairs around the outside of the island. Before reaching the top, she saw an extra large bird sleeping on the far side. It looked big enough to eat a horse for lunch. She couldn't see any evidence of treasure and wished Mori were there to tell her if this thing was worth fighting. Since there was nothing left for her to do in the dungeon, she decided to approach the nest.

"Hey, pretty bird," Lila said tentatively. "I think you have something I need, so will you wake up just a moment?"

She had awakened it. As the bird shifted and stretched, she saw that it was a smaller version of one of Lady Ganondra's pets: a helmaroc. Immediately she knew she had to fight it. The Helmaroc King was a very grumpy monster of a bird that only listened to Lord Ganondorf. That thing had injured her more than once.

Lila jumped back and readied her sword. When the helmaroc saw the light reflecting off the sword, it locked eyes on Lila. Suddenly she felt very small. Swallowing her fear, she lunged at the bird's neck.

The helmaroc cawed loudly and flapped its wings. Lila was buffeted to the ground as the helmaroc took flight. She stood up quickly, not wanting to be landed on. With the bird gone, she noticed something strange in the nest. She glanced up but didn't see the bird... until it rammed its beak into her back. Lila tumbled forward into the nest, the breath knocked out of her. She tucked into a fetal position until the helmaroc passed. Then she looked around for the object she had seen.

It was cylindrical with a set of hooks hanging out one end. The other end was hollow and big enough to fit her hand. She grabbed the object just as the helmaroc grabbed her. She almost dropped it in surprise, and then she shoved her hand inside. She felt a trigger at her finger, aimed at the helmaroc's head, and fired.

The hooks burst out with a chain keeping it attached and clamped on the bird. The helmaroc screeched and let go of Lila. Now she was dangling over the ocean, held up only by the new device she had. The helmaroc returned to its nest, and Lila released the trigger. The hooks let go, and she rolled to the ground.

When Lila stood up, she saw the helmaroc scratching at its injury. An idea formed in her mind. As quick as she could, she put on the Boots of Sturdiness. The helmaroc took flight before she had them completely secured. Once ready, she watched the helmaroc turn to come back at her. When it was in range, Lila fired the hooks.

"Yes!"

The hooks latched onto the helmaroc's tail. It reared back, trying to escape, but the boots kept Lila firm. She struggled with the bird for a bit like a fish on a line, and then she was able to overpower it. The helmaroc crashed to the ground next to her, and she pulled out her sword.

Of course, the first set of attacks was not enough. Eventually, the helmaroc struggled away from Lila and returned to the air. Lila readied herself for a second attempt.

The helmaroc was not the most intelligent of creatures. Lila was able to pull it down again and resumed her attack. This time the helmaroc was unable to escape, and Lila killed the monster. With another victory under her belt, Lila rested against the edge of the nest. The helmaroc disappeared in a cloud of dust like her other enemies. It left behind a key.

Having rested enough, Lila took the key and went back into the dungeon. She knew where this key went and wanted to continue without delay. If she wasted too much time, Lady Ganondra would be very angry with her. Possibly angrier than she had ever been before. She was extra agitated the last time they encountered each other, and Lila wondered if she was ready to be done with her. If she messed up in any way ever again, she worried it would be the end of her. Kotake and Koume had told her just as much.

They also threatened Zale.

Lila hurried to the other door.

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Neteyam & Lo’ak Sully SFW alphabet

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A- Activites/ Their favourite actives to do with you

Neteyam: He loves walking on the shore, hand in hand just talking. He loves talking to you without feeling judged and he loves that he can act like himself around you and can relax and not worry what his father thinks.

Lo’ak: He loves taking you to see payakan, he loves seeing you communicate with him, understanding the tulkan. He finds that is your best feature,understanding and loving people no matter they’re past. You guys will just lay on him talking while he slowly swims at the top of the water.

B- Body/ Whats their favourite body part on you.

Neteyam: Neteyams favourite body part of yours is definitely your hands, he thinks your hands are so soft and small. He always compares your guys’s hands and makes fun of your small hands, he calls them baby hands. He always loves placing little kisses on your palms or on your fingers.

Lo’ak: Lo’ak ADORES your thighs. He loves how soft and squishy they are, hes always running his hands across them softly caressing them or squeezing them. Hd loves laying his head between them feeling your body heat radiating off onto his cheeks as you play with his hair. Your thighs are also his favourite place to leave marks so only he can see them, knowing your all his.

C- Cuddling/ How do they like to cuddle.

Neteyam: Neteyams favourite cuddling position is when your laying on top of him, your head on his chest, legs tangled between his and his hands resting on your lower back softly rubbing your back. He loves that you guys are so close, he feels safe and he feels he’s keeping you safe.

Lo’ak: Lo’ak loves spooning, most of the time you’ll be the little spoon, your back to his chest with one of his arms around your waist, and you hugging his free hand to your chest. Whenever he is feeling down because of his dad or he’s just had a bad day he will be the little spoon. You clinging to his back holding him, placing kisses on the back of his neck as he drifts off to sleep.

D-Dates/ Do they take you on dates and if so what do they look like.

Neteyam: Neteyam loves showing his love for you by taking you on dates so they happen regularly, his ideal date idea looks like you guys cuddling while watching the stars as he tells you stories about how his father came from one of the stars, you guys have a little picnic set up too with all kinds of fruit, you guys always muck around and feed eachother but you guys both end up with your faces covered in fruit, lying on the ground laughing in each others arms.

Lo’ak: Lo’ak isn’t the best at planning dates for you, he normally gets help from Neytiri or Kiri. When he does plan dates which is rarely, he takes you out on his ilu to a cave. Inside he’s got paint for you guys to paint on the walls of the cave, but you guys just end up throwing paint all over eachothers faces and arms while laughing hysterically.

E- Emotions/ How do they express their feelings to you.

Neteyam: Whenever Neteyam is feeling down he tries to hide it, him being the oldest had made him feel as if he must hide his feelings from his siblings. But whenever he feels down he finds you and talks out hes feelings, he makes it feel closer to you especially when it turns into a deep conversation of you guys sharing your emotions.

Lo’ak: When Jake is harsh on Lo’ak he always comes to you, he doesnt like talking about it though. He just walks over to you with his gaze facing the floor and his arms open wide, you embrace him in your arms while he softly cries on your shoulder. You dont want to say anything so you let him cry it out. He feels so vulnerable with you like this, he would never let anyone else see him like this but your an exception. After he cries it out he then tells you what happened then you guys end up cuddling.

F- Family/ do they want a family with you anytime soon.

Neteyam: Neteyam loves the idea of you being the mother of his kids. He thinks you will be an amazing mother especially when he sees you playing with the children of the village, your so gentle and understanding with the children and he loves it. But he thinks you guys should wait a few years before starting a family together.

Lo’ak: Lo’ak isnt a big fan of children, so he can definitely wait for you guys to start trying for a baby, but he is the same as neteyam, he adores the love you have for helping children and looking after them, he knows you will be the best mother to his children.

G- Gifts/ How do they feel about receiving gifts from you.

Neteyam: Neteyam loves when you give him gifts, he feels as is if thats your way of expressing your love for him, whenever you give him a gift he hugs you tight and kisses all over your face, you mainly make him bracelets, anklets or necklaces. He always loves the little rocks or trinkets you put on the gifts and he never takes it off once you give it to him. He loves showing off whatever you get him “hey look at this necklace y/n made me”, “look at the crystal she put in this” he loves showing your gifts off and you do too.

Lo’ak: Lo’ak appreciates the gifts you give him but he feels bad if he doesnt have anything to give you in return, he thanks you constantly for it but you tell him its your way of showing him you love him, he gets all flustered when he opens the gifts.

H- Holding hands (how do they like holding your hand)

Neteyam: Neteyam prefers his arm over your shoulders pulling him close to his body rather then holding hands, but when holding hands he loves when you hold his fingers, since your hands are smaller then his he finds it cute when your hands wrap around his fingers.

Lo’ak: Lo’ak loves when your fingers are intertwined with his, your hands warming his, his warming your hands. He loves it, he feels closer to you.

I- Injury (How would they act if you got injured)

Neteyam: Whenever you got hurt during a battle Neteyam was the first by your side, making sure you injuries weren’t fatal and making sure you were conscious, he’d reassure your going to be okay and he’d try his best to not stress you out, he call for people to come help you get to safety and he’d be by your side the entire time.

Lo’ak: Lo’ak would rush to your side and check your injuries, his hand would be gripping yours tightly squeezing it hard. Once help arrives and takes you away to heal you he breaks down, hitting surrounding trees and blaming himself for your injuries.

J- Jokes (do they like to joke around with you or prank you)

Neteyam: Neteyam likes to think hes good at telling jokes but really he only tells dad jokes 😭. You only laugh at them because theyre dad jokes “You laughed y/n see im funny” is what he says every joke.

Lo’ak: Oh my, Lo’ak loves pulling pranks on you, but not pranks where it puts you in danger. Him and tuk always prank you, tuk will ask you to help her with something and lo’ak will be waiting behind a tree with a bucket of water or something.

K- Kisses (how do they like to kiss you)

Neteyam: Neteyam loves kissing your cheeks, forehead and temple, he says it feels more intimate and loving.

Lo’ak: Lo’ak loves placing kissing on your hands, thighs and lips. Like I said he LOVES your thighs cant get enough of them. He loves long passionate kisses on the lips, he says you taste so sweet.

L- Love language (what is theyre love language)

Neteyam: Words of affirmation. Neteyam loves reminding you constantly how beautiful you are and how he got so lucky with you.

Lo’ak: Physical touch 100%, that boy always has to be touching you, either its a hand on your back, holding your hand, having your hand on his arm. You just have to be touching one another, he expresses his love by placing kisses all over your face or hands.

Memory- (their favourite memory with you)

Neteyam: When you guys had your first picnic date, you guys had so many different kinds of fruits laying out in leaves. You guys looking up at the stars while he holds you, you babbles on about anything and he listens to your every word.

Lo’ak: When you guys first met, how your eyes locked with his and your tail swishing side to side while staring into his soul, he will never forget how beautiful he thought you were that day.

N- Nightmare (what is their worst fear)

Neteyam: Neteyams worst fear is letting his parents down and disappointing them, he feels as if his parents are putting too much pressure on him so he fears he will let them down.

Lo’ak: Lo’aks worst fear is losing his family, besides you they are the only people that love him, even though his father is hard on him he knows he loves him and he is scared to death he will lose them before proving himself worthy.

O-Oddity (one weird quirk they have)

Neteyam: Neteyam has a weird habit of purring whenever he is comfortable, play with his hair? he purrs. Rub his back and he purrs. He gets hella embarrassed when you point it out but you love it.

Lo’ak: Lo’ak has a weird habit of biting you, not hard enough to hurt you but he will randomly start nibbling on you. You guys will be talking and he’d randomly lean over and nibble on your shoulder.

P-Pet names (pets names they call you)

Neteyam: Neteyam likes to call you love, darling and sweetness 100%

Lo’ak: Lo’ak likes to call you ‘my princess’ and baby all the time 100000%.

Q- Quality time (how do they spend quality time with you) Kinda already did this one

Neteyam: Neteyam likes walking on the shore having a deep convo with you.

Lo’ak: Lo’ak likes to take you to see payakan and talk ti you while riding on his back.

R- Rhythm ( what song reminds you of them)

Neteyam: any slow chill song reminds you of neteyam

Lo’ak: any songs by like Nirvana or the weeknd remind you of him.

S- Secrets ( how open are they with you)

Neteyam: It took Neteyam a bit to open up to you, but he eventually told you everything about him wanting to be perfect for his father and feeling as if his father’s expectations for him are too high. He feels as if he can tell you anything.

Lo’ak: Lo’ak hasnt fully opened up to you yet, he opens up to you slowly, telling you secrets here and there. He loves how patient you are with him. He feels as if he can trust you with anything.

T- Time ( how long did it take for you guys to get together)

Neteyam: It took about 5-6 months, Neteyam only just moved to the reef and then he met you, he didnt want to rush into a relationship and he wanted to know if he truely liked you. After the 5th month of living there snd you helping him every day he finally free the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend.

Lo’ak: Well you and Lo’ak had been bestfriends since birth, but he gained feelings for you when you guys turned 14 and you guys are currently are 18, you guys started dating when you were 16 so it took him 2 years.

U-upset (how do they act when your upset)

Neteyam: Neteyam instantly pulls you into his arms once he notices something is wrong, he asks you what is wrong and he comforts you until your ready to talk. After you told him he assures you everything will be okay “i love you y/n”.

Lo’ak: When Lo’ak sees you walking towards him with tears rolling down your cheeks he runs towards you “are you okay y/n did someone hurt you?” he examines your body making sure your not hurt then he pulls you into his arms, once you explain he softly kisses your head and holds you until you feel better.

V- Vaunt (Are they proud of you? do they show you off)

Neteyam: Neteyam is so proud of you, hes so proud of how strong and beautiful you are, he loves showing you off to all his friends and family “isnt my girlfriend gorgeous”

Lo’ak: Lo’ak treats you like a shiny medal, he is also so proud of you and he shows you off like crazy. He is so surprised he pulled someone like you so of course he shows you off “my girlfriend y/n is better then you all he giggles as he kisses your cheek.

W- Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting in the war against sky people? do they fight along side you or fight for you)

Neteyam: He hates the idea of you fighting in the war, he is terrified of you flying off on your Ikran for war and never returning, he tries to talk you out of it but you dont change your mind so he tells his father he will fight for you.

Lo’ak: He was hesitant at first but once he thought about it he loved the idea of fighting beside you and having a badass warrior girlfriend.

X- X-ray (how well are they at reading through you)

Neteyam: Neteyam can read you like a book, he can tell when your upset, mad or frustrated just by looking in your eyes, he always pulls you aside and asks if your okay and you always lie saying your fine “i can read you like a book y/n whats bothering you”

Lo’ak: It takes him a bit to examine yout facial expressions and your body language to realise. He’ll lean down and whisper into your ear “whos annoying you” he places his hand on yours and squeezes it.

Y- “Yes” (How would they propose to you)

Neteyam: Neteyam is a big romantic, would definitely go ask your father for his blessing first, then practise a whole speech. He puts a lot of thought in it, he brings you deep into the forest, then takes you to the tree of spirits, gets on one knee and pops the question.

Lo’ak: Lo’ak is also a big romantic but doesnt really show it, he rehearses a big speech but ends up winging it when he gets on his knee. definitely cries when you say yes

Z- Zen (what makes them calm down)

Neteyam: Put a bow in that boys hand and he will instantly calm down, he’ll shot a few markers on a tree then he will be back to normal instantly

Lo’ak: I feel like Neytiri would be the thing to help him calm down, idk i just feel like at heart hes a mamas boy.

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(𝟐𝟖) - 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

jimin stumbled out of the elevator doors before turning and running down the hall. her mind raced with the possible scenarios you could be in right now, each being worse than the last. even though she never knew what happened to your friendship with minjeong, she knew it must have been extremely bad. the two of you had been inseparable from the moment you both arrived at the company, but whatever happened between you two, had destroyed over a decade of friendship.

the leader pushed her thoughts aside as she fumbled with the keypad to the door before she pulled the door open and practically flung herself inside. 

minjeong was crouched next to your sleeping figure on the couch, simply observing you as you slept. however, the sight of her next to you made her heart drop to her stomach. the dancer’s eyes met hers, and confusion laced her features. 

“you’re back already?” she asked in a tone that almost put the older girl on edge if she wasn’t already. jimin’s eyes narrowed, darting between your curled up body and the blonde next to you. what was minjeong up to?

the older girl slowly set her belongings down on the counter before taking a few steps into the living room, where you two were currently at. “minjeong,” she swallowed and looked straight at her. “what are you doing?” 

winter’s head tilted to the side, “im not doing anything, jimin.” she looked back to your sleeping body before she stood up entirely. “min,” jimin warned, not liking the nonchalant behavior radiating from her member. 

minjeong scoffed, “what?” she folded her arms over her chest as she challenged her leader. “is that why you came back? because you were worried? about her?” 

jimin poked the inside of her cheek, not daring to add fuel to minjeong’s kindling fire. however, it wasn’t like her silence would have done any less damage considering the reaction that she got in return. 

“are you serious?” minjeong shouted, scoffing once more and rolling her eyes as she took a step closer to her leader. “you’re telling me, you ran all the way back here, just because you were worried about her?” the shorter girl bit her lower lip before she shouted. “why? why, jimin?”

jimin’s hands fell to her side, not liking the tone minjeong was using with her at that moment. she also didn’t like the way she was shouting, especially with you sleeping just a few feet away.

“i came back because i forgot something,” she lied as she tried to reason with minjeong. the blonde was not having any of it though.

“i heard the way you were running down that hall,” she seethed, pointing a finger in her leader’s face as she spoke. “don’t you dare lie to me, jimin.” the raven haired girl opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, she noticed movement coming from the couch.

 oh no. you were awake.

jimin saw you rub your eyes, and she could tell that you seemed visibly confused at your surroundings. you didn’t seem to fully process what was happening until minjeong turned to look at what jimin was staring at.

minjeong’s posture stiffened at the sight of your drowsy state, but before she could do anything, she noticed where you were looking at. her eyes moved to the direction yours were staring in, and at first she was confused, but it didn’t take her long before she realized why you were looking as intensely as you did.

jimin was wearing your sweatshirt.

“is that,” you whispered ever so quietly, and if the room wasn’t so silent, jimin would have missed hearing you say it. jimin could feel her world spinning. everything felt like it was caving in on her, everything from minjeong’s burning gaze to your unreadable expression, she couldn’t process everything that was going on right then and there.

she must have grabbed your sweater out of habit, not realizing that she would be wearing it with you here still. nevertheless, the entire room was filled with a tension she had never felt before.

minjeong sent you one last harsh glare before she stormed back off into her room, slamming the door shut behind her. jimin’s arms fell to her side, her entire body deflating once the blonde had left the room. however, her problems were far from over, since once she turned her attention back to you, she realized your attention had never left the sweater she was wearing. 

eventually, your eyes met hers, but the two of you spoke no words. you both stayed like that for a moment before you cleared your throat and stood up swiftly, doing your best to grab your phone and start packing your things up. 

“i should get going,” you muttered as you grabbed your things, doing your best to avoid eye contact with your ex. jimin’s heart squeezed at the sight, feeling absolutely miserable at what had happened. she never understood where minjeong’s animosity for you came from. 

“sorry for waking you up,” jimin slowly said, keeping her balled fists at her side to prevent them from reaching out to touch your hands in an attempt to stop you from packing. to stop you from leaving again.

once she realized you still weren’t looking at her, she sighed and looked down at her shoes. “do you want it back?” she whispered softly, knowing full well you had heard her from the faltered movements that came from you.

she didn’t notice, but you finally looked up at her before shaking your head gently. “no, you can keep it.” you answered with an equal amount of softness. jimin’s heart skipped a beat, and she didn’t know why she felt so relieved knowing you were letting her keep the sweater still. she knew it was probably because you were just being nice, and it was pointless for you to want it back now after all this time, but still; she found some relief knowing that you knew she still had it, even if it might mean nothing to you, it meant everything to her.

once jimin’s eyes rose, she saw you were heading towards the front door with your bag in hand. your hand gripped the doorknob, and even though she couldn’t see your face, she knew you must have felt some inner conflict. before she could comment on it, you suddenly opened the door. but before you stepped out, you said one final sentence that sent ice running through the leader’s veins. 

“i’m glad you still have it.”

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you and jimin met as trainees before she debuted, and you two never felt more in love. however, once she breaks up with you before her debut, you completely leave SM entertainment under the notion of needing a fresh start. you eventually debuted a few years later in le sserafim, where you met huh yunjin and have slowly started developing feelings for the idol. much to karina's dismay, she hates to see you have moved on, but deep in your own heart, you still can't help but feel as if maybe she has forgotten about you.

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[obislittleone]

House Of Memories (24/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: slavery, mentions of exposure, beating, whipping (it's the Kadavo plot, so)

Summary: An entire colony of Togrutas have gone missing, captured by the slavers of Kadavo. It's up to the lot of you to find them and bring them home... but you find yourself in a rather confining role while doing so.

A/n: still shadow banned- but y'all literally don't seem to mind lmaoo i wake up with the same number of notes for the chapters as usual and i just wanna say thank you guys for all the love you've given it means so much to me... also tags are currently close bc while I'm banned, I'm not able to add anyone to the list. I will try and get it fixed as soon as i can, though, and will try and open them back up when i do

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"No, absolutely not."

Obi-Wan was quite upset that Anakin would even suggest such a thing, even in the current situation, he did not like the idea of putting you or Ahsoka in harm's way.

An entire city of people had gone missing, abducted by the slave traders of Kadavo, and in order to save their community, it was up to you all to go undercover.

"Master Obi-Wan, it's a good idea," Ahsoka chided in, and you weren't late to chime in afterwards.

"It really is, and good ideas are rare for Anakin."

Anakin rolled his eyes, continuing to lay out his ideas in front of him using the holo-table on the ship.

"I will not let either of you pose as slaves to anyone," he looked at you both sternly. His gaze was unwavering, and you weren't sure if he'd ever cave. Too bad he didn't have to. This was Anakin's mission, appointed by the council on account of his latest success. "The chances of you being taken off our hands would be far too high, and we would not be able to do a thing about it, lest we break our cover."

"We'll put it to a vote," Anakin said plainly, not even raising his eyes from the table in front of him. "All in favor?"

You and Ahsoka both raised your hands, along with Rex who you'd only just noticed entered the room by now. The only one to keep his hand down was Obi-Wan, and knowing he'd been overruled, he shook his head, having unleased a tantrum inside his mind. He would never let it show on the outside how upset it made him, because he was far too gathered for that. He would just be petty about it for the next several weeks anyone brought it up. If he was anything at all, Obi-Wan was sarcastic and petty.

"We land on Kadavo in an hour, set time."

Anakin spoke, and the meeting was dispersed. Anakin took off to make arrangements for the disguises, while Ahsoka and rex went to the hull and tried to make it look presentable. Anakin may or may not have wrecked the panels by using what he called 'aggressive negotiations', so it was up to them to make the ship look like it actually belonged to him.

"Choosing to put yourself in danger is not exactly a wise choice, little one," Obi-Wan was trying very hard to keep his emotions out of his words, but you easily heard how agitated he was about this plan.

"I am going to be fine, and so is Ahsoka. There is no other way we will be able to land on that planet unless they think you're one of them."

He knew you were right, he did, and he wanted to agree with you. He just couldn't help but feel something bad about to happen when the plan was suggested in the first place.

It was a very selfless act, for you and Ahsoka to lower yourselves in order to play a role that may get you hurt, but it was a strength of the Jedi to be seen as selfless. A selfless Jedi was a valuable Jedi.

"You won't be able to carry a weapon," he said, but you already knew that. You didn't rely too much on your lightsaber, and only truly used it in times you knew it actually called for. "Just stay close to me, alright?"

"You know I will."

-

The disguises you and Ahsoka had to wear for this mission were a bit.... revealing, to say the least.

You were very visibly uncomfortable in your own skin, which had been exposed and accentuated in the strangest of places. With the drapey material coming over your hips and running over the front and back of your thighs, hitting the ground and creating a mess of fabric around your feet. Your entire back was exposed, save for the small space where your top wrapped around. The small ornaments hanging from your chest and resting against your waist were loud when you walked, and the ones at your hips jingled with every step. Your chest was more exposed than it had ever been, the halter of the top was ever so tightly wrapped, and it forced your attributes to be accentuated. You wrapped your arms around your stomach as you walked out of the fresher, having just changed before descent.

All eyes turned on you, as you were the only one that they were waiting for, now. Ahsoka was in a get up similar to yours, a bit different on the top half. You felt nauseous almost, having people look at you in such a vulnerable state. It was uncomfortable because it was foreign. You didn't like feeling so exposed. You would much rather have the robes you wore on the daily, which were coiled in a pile on the fresher floor.

"Are we ready?" you asked, since not one of them said anything. Anakin seemed to not really be paying attention anymore, as he was tending to his comm link, which Rex had just spoke to him on.

"Yes," Ahsoka said, approaching you with an item in her hands. It was a small headdress of sorts, and as she placed it on your head, you noticed Obi-Wan still hadn't looked away from you, yet. He hadn't said anything, but his face was bright red. He probably wasn't used to seeing his padawan so... differently. "For what it's worth, you look good in green."

"Thanks," you chuckled, noticing that yes, it was a good color on you, and complimented your features very nicely.

"I need to-" Obi-Wan seemed to be having trouble with his words, and you looked over to him when you heard him begin, but his stuttering got him nowhere. "I need to go find Rex."

He left in a hurry, and you could all but tell why. He seemed to be very flustered all of a sudden. Did you give him this reaction? You knew he was protective of you, but you didn't think that he would be so upset over simply seeing you in a disguise that could possibly attract unwanted company.

You looked at Ahsoka with a quizzical look, and right away she was keen to answer to it.

"Maybe he liked what he saw," she said, smirking. You shoved her in the arm, and she laughed, seeing as Anakin was far too busy to notice anything you both were saying.

"Then why did he leave?"

She shrugged her shoulders, looking at the door in which Obi-Wan just left. "Maybe he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"I'm already uncomfortable, Ahsoka. There's like a fat two inches of me that isn't showing."

"Oh, come on, loosen up," she said, handing you the black cloak you were to wear while in the city. The reveal would not come until you got to the palace, which you were at the very least grateful for. "Live on the scandalous side for once."

"Yes, because you're so scandalous, Ahsoka."

You teased her, but she knew in all honesty this was a big step for you. She wasn't sure if you'd ever been this exposed and presented in your life. You wouldn't even have to act very much to convince them you were a slave girl, because the second anyone laid their eyes on you in this get up, you would be cringing, trying to hide yourself from their views.

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The town seemed to be so advanced, which was strange, since they harbored such an uncivilized line of work such as the slave trade.

The markets in the street made you nearly want to cry. The children's faces you saw were absolutely horrified, being taken and separated from their mothers and fathers to be sent away with a total stranger, one who would whip them and beat them into submission.

You craved comfort from seeing these horrific things, and looked to Obi-Wan, extending your signature with pleading eyes. He grabbed hold of it tightly, thinking of only good things to help sooth your mind. It was hard for him, too, you could tell. He knew, however, that he was here to help save some of these people, which helped him keep a straight face as he walked through the city.

There were some slight altercations between Anakin and some guards that were stationed, but shortly after, you were all led to the palace to visit with the queen. Anakin had managed to charm his way through the front gates, but Obi-Wan and Rex were prevented from entering. The guards that stood on each side crossed their weapons in the way of the path, separating you from where you stood by his side.

"Only Lars Quell and his slaves have been granted access into the palace," one of them said, a pointed look which was given directly to Obi-Wan.

"I'm sure my men will be just fine to circulate the area until I'm finished with my business," Anakin - Lars Quell - told them, and Rex backed away immediately. It took Obi-Wan a second more to comply, but then he did, and gave you a look that said, 'be careful, please' and walked away.

You continued up the steps with Anakin and Ahsoka, entering the luxurious place where you would soon meet the queen. You weren't really looking forward to it, but knew it was part of the plan to find the Togruta colony.

"Remember, you both have to act as if you fear me," he said quietly, in the stretch of hallway where no one was listening.

"I do fear you, Anakin."

He snapped his head back at you, seeing as though you weren't being sarcastic, he furrowed his brows.

"I scare you?"

You chuckled and shook your head.

"Not you, necessarily... but your stupidity at times is absolutely terrifying," Ahsoka snorted to herself, trying to keep in character as the throne room was soon approaching with every step you took.

"You're hilarious, can we focus now?"

You regained a straight face and walked along with them until you were in the middle of a grand hall. The walls were so ornately decorated, but the carvings that were so beautiful were probably done by those who did not wish to sculpt them. Most of this place was probably built by slaves who had no choice. You could not revel in the beauty of something that was brought about with pain and suffering.

Anakin's dealings with the queen were going rather well, you'd say, as his charming sweet-talk wooed her into listening to his case. He was a good liar, you knew that much, having spent years of forcing him to tell you the truth over little things that probably didn't even matter.

When she approached you both, Anakin ripped the cloaks from your bodies, exposing you to the queen and her guards. He knew you were uncomfortable by the look on your face immediately and gave you an apologetic one in return.

"He always knew how to pick a female," she said, mentioning the name of the slaver that Anakin had killed only a day before.

She looked over Ahsoka, then you, and then to Anakin again.

"How much for this one? She is exactly the type for one of my keepers. Firey, stunning."

Anakin looked at you for permission, and knowing that it was a key part of the mission to keep the queen interested, you nodded to him, telling him it was okay and you had prepared yourself for this case. It had been your worst case scenario, but you were prepared for it nonetheless.

"For you? Consider the slave my gift," he said, smiling cheekily but also simultaneously reaching out to you through the force to make sure you were absolutely okay with this. You could take care of yourself, he knew that, but this was something you'd never considered before, so he was a little anxious.

'I'm okay, I'll see what I can find out..'

The queen nodded to her guards, who approached you, locking a metal collar around your neck, and putting your hands in shackles that that held onto like a leash. You pretended to struggle along for a few moments before giving into them and following where they lead you to.

You hoped Obi-Wan wasn't too far away. You wanted to be able to latch onto his signature if push came to shove and you needed relief. You figured you would be okay, because of everything you'd been through, you were still here, functioning as you always did.

You were shoved into an elevator, the doors closing and making you disappear from sight of Anakin and Ahsoka.

-

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[thebaddestofbatches]

The Bad Batch Preferences pt. 1

Kissing

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Crosshair

Favorite Place: Just behind your ear and along your jaw. He prefers to wrap his arms around you from behind and these places are easier to reach. Plus they’re more sensitive and he likes to watch you squirm.

Makeouts: Definitely. And frequently. Whenever he gets back from a mission, you do something he finds hot, or just because he hasn’t kissed you in awhile.

First Kiss:

It was hot on Techitua. Dusty too. You lowered your shades on your nose, a polarized version of Tech’s goggles as Crosshair opened a case on the ground.

A makeshift shooting range was set up parallel to the Marauder, a metal piece with a target spray painted on it placed at a distance of 25 meters.

Hunter had told you that if you wanted to stay on board, you needed to know how to defend yourself and assigned you to Crosshair, without even asking if you had any prior experience.

“Alright. I don’t expect you to be top notch with this thing.” Crosshair said, his tone borderline patronizing as he removed a small blaster from the case. “Blasters take a lot of practice to use correctly and you’re only a doctor. I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t hit anything.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and took the blaster from his hand. Barely looking at the target, you took aim and fired one, two, three, four, five shots.

Crosshair’s slack jaw and a quick glance told you they all hit the bullseye.

“You forget, soldier,” You said smugly. “I’m an army doctor. I can rip you apart and put you back together just as easily.”

Crosshair’s toothpick hit the dirt and then he was on you, smashing his lips to your hungrily.

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Echo

Favorite place: Your hand. He likes to hold your hand and bring it up to his lips for absentminded kisses. When you cup his face, he turns his head and presses kisses to your palm.

Makeouts: Not too often. He’s shy after all his modifications and you definitely have to initiate them, but once he relaxes, then he’s into it.

First Kiss:

“Dang ferreck!” You swore as the control panel of the rescued radio shocked you for the fifth time that night.

You gave it a swift thump on the top in retaliation, gritting your teeth.

You needed this to work. It had to work. It’d been so long since you heard real music.

Another try at the wiring and another spark that singed your fingertips. You let out another string of curses and tossed your screwdriver onto the counter with a clank before thumping your forehead against the table repeatedly.

There was a gentle touch on your back that stopped your assault on your cranium. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. You could feel the poke of Echo’s prosthetic through your tunic.

“You alright?” He asked.

“No,” You grumbled into the metal.

Echo sighed quietly and after some shifting behind you, you raised your head to see his human hand disconnect two crossed wires and reconnect them at new points. There was a fizz of static and then a gentle song began to float through the speakers.

You let out a whoop of joy and leaped to your feet, grabbing the clone by his collar to pull him down for a quick kiss.

“Thank you!” You squealed, snatching up your screwdriver again and leaving Echo standing there, stunned and pink.

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Hunter

Favorite place: Your neck. He likes to feel your pulse point and kiss the sunmarks and spots along your skin. It’s also one of the best places for him to get your scent.

Makeouts: Not as often as Crosshair, but frequent. He likes to be affectionate with you and when he gets time or feels stressed, being around you and close to you is his priority.

First Kiss:

You’d been separated from the Batch in a marketplace and were now wandering aimlessly.

As you passed an alleyway you heard a whistle and a man sidled up to you.

“Hey gorgeous,” He said. “Where you going?”

“Away from you,” You muttered, but he heard it anyway and snorted. “Feisty girl.”

A gag rose up in your throat and you increased your pace. Behind you the man called. “Hey I’m talking to you! Though I appreciate the view!”

A hand landed on your butt and you whirled, fist raised to deck the stranger for daring to touch you. Before you could though, someone stepped between you and punched him, hard.

You looked up to see Hunter, a deep scowl on his tattooed face as he glowered at your harasser.

“Don’t touch her,” He growled, drawing up to his full height.

The man spat and launched himself at Hunter, sending them both rolling to the ground.

There was some yelling and sounds of fists hitting bodies before Hunter scrambled to his feet breathing hard as your harasser lay on the ground, groaning.

Hunter turned to you with worried eyes and you punched him in the arm hard and then quickly pecked his lips. “You didn’t have to make a scene.”

“Sorry,” He said, not sounding sorry at all as he pulled you in for another kiss.

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Tech

Favorite place: Your forehead and temples. He can get so busy with this or that and a quick peck to the forehead is his go-to for affection when he’s caught up in something.

Makeouts: Usually whenever he gets an idea he wants to try with you. He learned affection mainly from books so he’s picking up more and more as he goes. Usually you initiate the sessions. However, when he gains confidence later in the relationship, things get more serious as he experiments.

First Kiss:

“Tech?” You called from the porch of your hideout. Hunter had sent you to fetch the male for dinner and so far he was nowhere to be found.

“In here!” The clone called and you followed the sound into the shed to see Tech holding two vials above a pot.

“What’re you doing?” You asked leaning on the doorframe.

“I’m testing a theory. The substance excreted from the fire salamanders’ skin may have some properties that can boost our explosives.” He replied, carefully tipping the vial of white powder in, followed by the orange liquid.

“And you thought it was a good idea to test that in my shed?” You said, quirking a brow.

The technician had the decency to look a little abashed. “Well it isn’t in the house.”

He set the tubes aside and picked up a firestarter, holding it over the pot. “And a spark to trigger the reaction..”

Crack. Fwoomp! Boom!

The small windows shattered and you ducked as a blaze burst up from the pot and then died out just as quickly, sending up a cloud of ash and dust.

When the smoke receded, you heard Tech give a small cough and looked over to see his whole face covered in soot and the front of his normally gelled back hair spiked up.

You burst into giggles, picking up a small cloth from the worktable and approaching the clone to wipe his goggles clean.

He blinked at you from behind the lenses, like he was surprised to see you and you smiled. “That went well.”

Tech gave you a sheepish look. “I’m sorry about the windows. I’ll fix them tomorrow.”

You laughed again, waving him off. “It’s alright. I was prepared for damages when I brought you lot here.”

He gave you a grateful look and suddenly you couldn’t help yourself, darting forward and pecking his lips.

Tech immediately turned scarlet. “What was that for?”

You shrugged. “For being you.”

And then you passed him the cloth with a wink. “Hunter says dinner’s ready. You should probably clean up a bit before you come inside.”

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Wrecker

Favorite place: Your cheeks and nose. He likes to pepper kisses all over your face. He’s so enraptured by you that he wants to keep you close at all times to make sure you’re real. Plus he’s a massive cuddlebug.

Makeouts: On occasion. But this boy is too much of a teddy bear for anything more than gentle loving touches. He’s slow and sweet and so very careful with you.

First Kiss:

The Batch was pinned down in an abandoned bunker as a gang faction gathered outside. Echo was doing his best to reboot the turrets while Tech worked on the doors, but unless it happened fast, you weren’t getting out of this unscathed.

You were peering out one of the broken windows with Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker picking off grunts where you could, but they had greater numbers and illegal firepower.

A shot from a bike mounted turret hit the wall above your lookout and the ceiling caved in, causing Wrecker tackle you, cradling you to him as he rolled away.

“You alright?” He asked, pushing off of you, his voice higher than normal.

“Yeah.” You said and Hunter swore as glass shattered behind you.

“Echo!! What’s the status on those defense systems?!”

“Same as you asked thirty seconds ago!” Echo snapped. “These circuits are rubbish! This place should have been scrapped for parts years ago!”

Parts.

A light bulb went off in your brain and you immediately turned to Wrecker. “Give me a charge!”

“Why?!”

“Trust me!”

He gave you a look you couldn’t read under the helmet, but dropped an explosive in your palm.

Immediately you started dismantling it. “I need a gravmag, some wires, and anything explosive we can spare. Oh and Echo’s arm.”

“What?” Said Echo.

You ignored him and started your hunt for parts as you snatched a screwdriver, a multipurpose laser tool, and pliers from Tech’s backpack, stripped a console, broke Crosshair’s gravmag off of his grappling hook, and took three more charges from Wrecker. You dismantled, screwed, and rewired before beckoning Echo over and having him weld it all together.

“(Y/N),” Wrecker asked as he fired off another shot. “What are you doing?”

You waved him off as you activated your new, shoddy weapon of mass destruction and bolted for the window, lobbing it as hard and far as you could.

“Hit the dirt!” You yelled and there was a large boom and the whole building rattled.

When the dust cleared, you beamed proudly at the clear landscape.

The gang that had been surrounding your hiding place was now lying unconscious having been thrown a good 50 meters in all directions at extreme speeds.

“What-“ Said Crosshair in his rare stunned tone. “What did you do?”

“Simply,” You said. “I reversed the polarity and made it into a big bang.”

Wrecker whooped and tossed his helmet aside, scooping you into a bear hug and peppering kisses all over your face. “THAT’S MY GIRL!”

You turned pink and he drew back from you enough to press a sweet kiss to your lips, which only served to fill your face with crimson.

There was an awkward cough from one of his brothers and Wrecker turned a similar shade of red, setting you back on the ground.

“Er-“ He said, patting your shoulder awkwardly. “Good job.”

[undead-merman]

🧜‍♂️MerMay- The Brothers🧜‍♂️GN Reader- SFW

Lucifer

Appearance

Lucifer has a long black tail with a hint of a royal blue striping on the back. His scales are smooth and small, ganoid shaped and are completely flat. A few black scales are on his face, just at the corner of his eyes giving them a sharper appearance and forming a diamond shape on his forehead. There is one scale slightly out of place on his diamond mark; it's not noticeable unless seen close up.   

His fins are long and flowing and are in the shape of rounded spades. He has a tear on his dorsal fin which goes all the way through the fin and has a scar on his back. His caudal fin is the largest on his body and has a peacock like pattern that can be flushed making the colors go from the normally black with barely visible blue to bright flashy blues, and reds on deep blacks.

His human skin is colored like a great white shark: creamy light skin on his stomach, fading to grey on his back; granting him the ability to countershade and aid in avoiding detection from above and below.

His face exhibits many shark features: broad and round head, small eyes, his mouth is filled with large teeth, and a flat nose.

Daily life

He’s very broody so he prefers the twilight and night hours; being accustomed to swimming in the deep parts of the ocean, too much light hurts his eyes but he also just enjoys the dark endless water with starlight above.

He has a very strict schedule, patrolling his nest, fighting off intruders, meeting up with Diavolo to hunt, clean up his brother's messes, patrol, try to sleep and get interrupted by one of his brothers if not more, and repeat.

He’s a carnivore so he enjoys eating whales, and sharks. He dislikes crabs and lobsters since they’re bottom feeders and he finds the idea of eating them very distasteful. 

He’s meticulous with grooming himself. He’s always sharpening his claws and forever growing teeth, picking them and cleaning them until they gleam in the light and buffing his scales to make them shimmer. 

When alone he enjoys trying to nap amongst a peaceful patch of seagrass. Drifting away slowly as curious little fish swim around him and the plant life softly brushes by with the current. 

He enjoys playing the violin, which surprisingly works, making melodies that haunt divers unfortunate enough to hear.  

Life with you

If you're a morning person you’ll get to see his sleeping unguarded face. He’ll try to wake up with you once he realizes, and within a few weeks he’ll be waking up far before you. He somehow has a built-in clock wired to try and make him wake up before you.

If you're a night person he’s thrilled to share some of the prettiest sights the ocean has to offer when the moon is out. Showing you his favorite spots to enjoy the night in silence. 

He becomes very protective of you and constantly scents you before leaving your side. Rubbing his palms on your cheeks or circling his tail loosely around you before brushing up on you as he swims away. No one will dare come near you if you smell so much like him.

He hates to admit it but he has the natural instinct of him bringing shiny things to you. He won’t even notice it until he pulls your hands in his and suddenly you have a shiny piece of sea glass in your hand. His face heats up if you tease him about it and suddenly he finds a speck on the wall very interesting.

Mammon

Appearance

As golden as gold can look, being actual gold, Mammon has the boldest scales of all the brothers. He’s not sure why they are, they’ve just always been that way and their weight doesn’t seem to be affected. His scales are ctenoid and can cut if he flares his scales and hits you with his tail. He doesn’t have any scales on his face and his skin seems to glow in the morning sun. 

His fins are exactly like that of a long spined sea scorpion with them having large painful spines inside them. Unlike the other fish he has a painful venom that can leave someone reeling in pain for days. It won’t kill but it’ll hurt!

He has two sets of canines that are very noticeable when he opens his mouth to talk. His upper right canine tooth has a gold coating making the tooth look like it’s made of gold. The top pair always hang out of his mouth while the lower one is hidden. 

He has shorter nails more meant for prying than slashing. Though they’re surprisingly well manicured and painted white.

Daily life

100% a morning person. Wakes up all groggy but after brushing his scales he's peppy and ready to start the day.

Mammon hoards his shedded scales, after all they are gold. He puts them in an old vintage submariner foot locker, nearly rotted apart but he sticks random stickers or patches onto it to help keep it together. A lot of the time the brothers will just take the money they are owed from the chest and Mammon whines about it; however, if they're pissed they’ll pluck some scales from him painfully.

His scales get plucked often: by the sea witches to whom he owes a massive debt to, his angry brothers, even Solomon sometimes plucks them off like he’s a pez dispenser. Because of this he sometimes has very sensitive scaleless spots. They grow back within a day but it still hurts.

He joins Lucifer in patrolling their territory. He’s just as protective over his space as Lucifer is, and of course he wants to look out for his younger brothers, but he won’t admit that unless it gives him a chance to use pity points to get out of trouble.

Very particular about his scales. He wants them looking pretty and as bright as they can be. Contrarily, he doesn’t give the same treatment for his hair, calling running his hands through to get the tangles out good enough.

Life with you

If you show concern for his scales he’ll play it off like it doesn’t hurt and it's really just a bother, but it isn’t. If you continue to worry about him or even offer to help patch him up he will become much more protective of you. You treat him so kindly that he doesn’t want that to stop.

If he’s in a bad mood or he gets jealous of someone, he'll grab you and shove his face into your neck and twist till his face is thoroughly buried. He wants to smell you so he can calm down and basically scream at anyone who comes by that you are something very close to Mammon so don't you dare touch.

He’ll try to drag you around to join in his mischief. Joining him in gambling rings or minnow racing. He’ll insist you're a lucky charm, though he just likes your company. He loves to bear hug you if he wins big and he holds you above him in the water with a big smile on his face.

Another victim of random shiny gifts for you. He's more aware of it and brags about how neat it looks even if it's just some old mirror. He’s always trying to play up how amazing his little gifts are.

Leviathan 

Appearance

His tail is very long, much longer than his brothers though it's thinner and has less muscle. His scales are ganoid shaped and colored the same color as his hair with a white underneath. During the night he has bright cyan bioluminescence circles on his sides. His eyes and tongue glowing as well with a very faint glow to his teeth as well. 

He’s embarrassed about it but he has multiple random patches of scales around his face and he thinks it makes him look weird.

His fins are shaped much like a goldfish, even having a round double tail and flowing fins. He is the most delicate looking one. But if he gets angry he transforms into a gigantic sea monster and can cause storms. 

He’s an omnivore so his teeth are small and much like a humans. They fall out if they get damaged but like a shark they’ll always grow back.

His skin is also counter shaded like Lucifer. Though more ashy gray color than his older brother. Unfortunately his bioluminescent colored scales, even though they pulse in brightness, make him much easier to spot. 

Daily life

He’s a night dweller through and through and refuses to swim during daylight hours. He likes to dwell in deeper waters so the light isn’t too much for him; but he mostly likes to stay in his cave and obsess over his washed up anime knicknacks. Making sure to pluck away barnacles and clean the muck off.

Since he’s an omnivore he’ll eat whatever is nearby. He enjoys jellyfish and the deadlier they are to humans the more he likes them. He's unaffected by their venom. Though he’ll enjoy a crab or free swimming fish. 

Leviathan does not like patrolling; he’d much rather leave the scuffling to everyone else so he can focus on more important things, like trying to dry out a keyboard in his open air room. 

His room is open air and inside a cave that can be accessed by a nearby beach. Inside is a shrine to his collection and he’s always fawning over it.

He loves that he matches with his fish friend Henry. They are extremely similar in shape, even having similar tails. He has a fresh water tank inside so Henry doesn’t get too dried up from the salt water. Leviathan can handle both fresh and saltwater so sometimes he hops into the tank to swim near his friend.

He’s very self conscious of his scales, especially the ones on his face so he has to make sure they look nice. His hair has to be styled just right to distract them from his face. He has a habit of pulling his bangs down over his eyes when he’s flustered.  

Life with you

Once he’s bonded with you he is constantly by your side and wanting to spend as much quality time with you as he can. He’ll be trailing you talking about the little curiosities he’s found. He whines about how he wants to go back to his cave but he won’t leave your side.

He’ll show you his collection of nicknacks and if you're able to set up a little television and gamecube he’ll be ecstatically waving his fish tail around like a dog. He’ll constantly beg you to play with him. He wants to CO-OP this game with you!

If he’s feeling cuddly that day he’ll float up to the surface and let you lounge on him and let the waves gently rock you both. He’ll hum old sea shanties he’s heard from sailors long ago as well as some anime songs from a series you enjoy together. 

Expect him to drag you to his spots for finding his little curiosities, he’ll want you to help him scour the area and find more fun items. He’s very happy with whatever you bring and he’ll keep them around his nest.   

Satan 

Appearance 

Satan is built similarly to Lucifer though his scales are more raised and spiny. His tail is a bright shamrock green which shifts to a seafoam green. He has a bunch of scales on the corners of his mouth and completely covers his cheeks.

His fins are long and have a crowntail shape that are tipped a deep black. When he gets angry his fins flare up making him look much, much bigger.

He has a flatter nose and bigger teeth like Lucifer. While they aren’t as sharp they are still dangerous if he’s mad. 

His skin also glows in the bright morning sun and if he’s lounging around he’ll attract nearby small fish to swim around him enjoying the serene glow he has.   

Daily life

He takes a long time waking up, and he’s not a morning person at all. He’s dazed for an hour or so until he’s fully awake, though he’s not much of a night person, more preferring midday.  

He’s currently got the goal of piecing together the world’s true histories. Figuring out what happened to old forgotten cities, lost treasures, and destroyed civilizations. He has a long way to go and he treats this handcrafted book like a child, holding it far above the water.

He explores with random, yet reputable exploration teams. Helping them with identifying relics or gems. He’s earned a reputation for himself by doing this and is often approached to go on expeditions. 

He is another type to patrol around his territory. He does it around midday though and hunts during these. He’s a carnivore and likes tuna and other free swimming fish, but refuses to eat squid and octopi due to how smart they are. He likes to feed nearby ones. Though they aren’t as cute as human world cats.

He’ll go to a human world pier and try to attract the local stray cats with his tail. He’ll leave them little gifts so now all the local cats come to the docks at a certain time to wait for him. He really wants to have a cat but sadly it’s a love that’s not meant to be, they are from two different worlds.    

Life with you

He’ll enjoy taking you on expeditions. Showing you beautiful sunken landscapes very few eyes have seen before. He loves seeing your reactions to sights.

He enjoys learning your hobbies and trying them out with you. He’ll go out of his way to provide an accurate experience to what you're used to since he enjoys learning and experiencing new things, especially now that you're here.

He's another one that loves to rub his smell all over you. He’s just as bad as Mammon, his smell is all over every part he can get to and stinks of “back off, don’t touch” causing others to give you a wide berth.

He’s going to hang off of you every morning. If you're larger than him he shoves his face into your chest and tries to go back to sleep. He looks so different with his sleeping face, he looks peaceful in your arms. But if you're smaller he’ll flop onto you and try to use you as a pillow. He’s surprisingly warm and his underside isn’t as spiny and sharp.

He’ll want to introduce you to his octopi friends. Each one is named after a different sea or famous author. If you agree he’ll be delighted to take you there and let you play with them. Though he might get a bit jealous if you get along with them a bit too much. He won’t show his jealousy though.   

Asmodeus 

Appearance 

He’s the most serine and delicate looking of all his brothers. His thin body has a bright cherry blossom pink tail and has long silky looking fins. His bright scales sparkle and shimmer and have a pearlescence to them. He has perfectly pure white scales patches on his tail as well giving a koi pattern. 

He resembles a butterfly koi but with longer and frankly impractical looking fins. They flow around him weightless and they look like silk in the wind around him. Even his dorsal fin is long and flowing.

He doesn’t have any scales on his face and he looks perfectly human from the waist up. His skin has an angelic like glow and shimmers in the sun. He has a few freckles on his face, chest and elbows. 

He has small pearly white teeth just like a human would, he’s very keen on keeping them perfectly white, just like his white scales, but his canines can extend like a cat flexing their claws.  

Daily life

He wakes up to his internal alarm clock, which is scarily accurate. Bright eyed and bushy tailed from the moment his eyes open. Swimming around and preparing himself for another day, brushing his tail, combing his hair, and cleaning his teeth, all while chatting to whoever will listen.

He is a highly requested entertainer for festivals and celebrations. He’s invited to grand openings, large festivals, and even private birthdays to those who pay him well enough. His dances and singing is the best among his kind and can easily enrapture sailors let alone his own kind. His voice mixed with the way his fins trail behind him like long fans is an easy way to get hypnotized. 

When he’s not booked for a celebration he’s helping Diavolo keep humans away from their city. He uses his voice to entrance anyone he deems a threat and can make them turn and forget why they were out here and what they saw. He doesn’t get into any of the violent stuff. That’s not his style.

If he’s not at home, he is always with someone. He’s like a fairytale princess with a crowd behind him, be they other mers or fish schooling around him. He always has a smile on his face and he’s not very quiet about how much he enjoys attracting an adoring crowd. At home he enjoys a nice relaxing self care session.

When he’s angry his canines poke out he doesn’t notice this habit of his, but it's usually because he’s extremely angry at the time and holds himself back.

He doesn't bother with patrolling and he’s not territorial in the slightest. He’s a lover not a fighter so his big brothers can handle any scary monster.     

Life with you

He’s bringing you to all kinds of festivals and parties as his +1 every time. You’ll be able to experience all the wonders Diavolo’s kingdom has to give and he’s extremely happy to be there with you every single time.

He’ll use his charm to get you whatever you want. Did you want that cute seashell necklace? Or that shark tooth bracelet? He’ll approach the store owner, shake his tail and flirt a bit and it’s his now. Which he immediately hands to you with a huge grin on his face, telling you how well it suits you and how you make that item look even better.

He’s always trying to groom you in any sort of manner. Rubbing your scalp and smoothing your hair with his finger. Trying to rub thick creams into your skin, or rubbing pigment onto your nails to paint them. You're the only one he’ll do this for.

He needs to hold your hand at least 3 times a day and needs a kiss before he goes to sleep and he’ll break into your room if he doesn’t get them all. He’ll act all innocent but he knows exactly what he’s doing. He just likes being a brat so he can cuddle and love you.

He also gets upset if you smell like someone else so he randomly jumps you and cuddles you in his arms rubbing his cheek against yours and rubbing you with his tail and brushing all of his fins against you. If you check you can see his fangs sticking out when he’s jealous. 

If you’re ever feeling down he’ll sing for you. Dance with you, twirling you around as if he’s the moon and you're the earth itself. He gets lost in the dance and by the time you're done you're both embracing and laughing. 

Beelzebub and Belphegor

Appearance

While being twins they couldn’t be more polar opposites. Beelzebub has radiant skin that seems to glow even in the darker parts of the ocean and a long sunset orange tail full of powerful muscles and reaches the longest out of the brothers. His tail is smooth and has a cycloid scale pattern. Belphegor has the shark-like appearance some of his other brothers have. Counter shaded skin, flatter nose. But he seems to absorb the light around him making everything seem much darker than they really are. His tail is medium size and is pretty thin. His tail is a deep eggplant purple with black spots.

Both of them have matching fin shapes, their caudal fin being shaped like a swordtail guppy and the rest of their fins are wide and shaped like fans. Belphegor's fins are mostly black but with the same eggplant purple speckled in. Beelzebub’s are the same sunset orange.

Beelzebub’s face is free of scales but on the sides of his cheeks and around his jawline and down to his shoulders scales are clustered around. They are thick hardy scales making his neck his strongest area besides his tail, but he has a scar just under his chin.

Belphegor has a freckle-like pattern of small scales they scattered all around his face only one or two at a time. They’re much smaller than the ones on his tail.

Belphegor has extremely sharp teeth and while they’re small they’re serrated. Beelzebub has mostly human teeth, though his canines are much bigger and wider, he’s able to crush stones with those teeth.

Daily life

These two have been inseparable since they were young and it's a trend that is clearly there to stay. They may have a different schedule but when they go to rest they rest and sleep in the same nest. 

Beelzebub helps teach the younger mers to fight. He’s been permitted to teach not only the royal guard but other everyday mers. He’s a proud teacher and he’s always trying to come up with ways to help each student of his even on an individual level, but that’s when he’s not eating. 

He’s also the kingdom's best hunter, and a small team is sent out with him every once in a while to hunt down any monsters that come too close to their kingdom. Beelzebub ends up eating the thing before they get back though. The bigger and more ferocious they are, the better they taste. That’s what he says at least.   

Belphegor is the kingdom's most talented astrologist. Unlike his twin brother though, he doesn’t put his skills to much use. He’ll help, maybe, if he’s not tired or if he’s in a good mood, but those chances are slim to none. Instead he’s actually a doctor. 

He’ll laze around in his office and sleep on the table, but when a patient comes in he’s somehow able to look over them once and tell what’s wrong with them. Even his brother’s are confused how he can just wake up, take one look at someone and perfectly diagnose them. 

He also seems to nurse others on an auto pilot. He barely has his eyes open and is able to patch up any wound he can find. Because of his talent yet lack of effort he has earned some ire from his peers. He doesn’t care though as long as he can keep sleeping on the job.

Many other Mer’s have approached him in hopes to become his apprentice but he’s ignored every single one. He’s too lazy to even try. Which many people think is selfish since he’s so skilled. Though he doesn’t care what they say.    

Life with you 

You will always find them not too far from you. Once they grew attached to you they began not moving too far from you. Sometimes they even drag you along with them so you can be near them. Belphegor is guilty of dragging you to his workplace more than Beelzebub, sometimes trying to trick you into keeping everyone busy so he can nap.

Beelzebub just brings you so he can keep an eye on you and give you hugs when he’s feeling a bit stressed. You can tell when he’s getting stressed because the longer part of his tail fin flicks back and forth. If you end up hugging him right when he starts he’ll end up holding you until you ask him to let you go. It always makes him smile if you do that. 

They are both picky about having you sleep in their nest. Belphegor will complain and try to guilt you into their nest if you try to sleep anywhere else and Beelzebub will give you puppy dog eyes. They won’t stop until you agree, and they both coil around you when sleeping.

Beelzebub is very protective of you since he knows how monstrous things can be outside the kingdom so whenever he gets worried about you he pulls you by the hips closer to him. Belphegor simply just gets jealous of others talking to you and will rest his chin on your shoulder and stare at whoever is talking to you. 

If you let him, Beelzebub will groom you. Brushing your hair is a favorite of his. He likes playing with it. If you were to return the favor by polishing his scales or even playing with his hair too he gets left in a great mood for the rest of the day. The smile he gets never leaves his face. 

Belphegor when he’s feeling up to it will show you the stars at night. He’ll let you float on him or next to him and gaze at the bright night sky, untouched by light pollution or blocked by trees. Just the sounds of the open ocean and the two of you. Sometimes he’ll end up like an otter and fall asleep while holding your hand so you don’t float away.  

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could I request some hcs for a shy autobot reader w a crush on starscream? maybe they try super hard to hide it but it’s like,, blatantly obvious and he teases them/gets suggestive abt it to fluster them? if not that’s totally cool and I hope u have a good day! tyy :)

I have a Starscream x Reader x Megatron piece in the drafts, but I've been meaning to write an individual Starscream piece for a while now, so thank you for this request! Also really into smug Starscream with a shy s/o, perfect dynamic. So yeah, here it is, hope you enjoy!

The first time you meet Starscream is when you’re on earth. You’re a part of Optimus’s repair team along with him, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Ratchet, and Prowl; like Ratchet, you’re a medic, mainly tagging along to do both space bridge repairs and fix up any of the other bots’ injuries. During that first fight over the All Spark on earth, you don’t really get to interact with Starscream in full, but you do meet him briefly and are too panicked over your first actual battle (since you’re just, you know, a repair bot/medic and not a full blown soldier; most you had was some cadet training like Bulkhead and Bumblebee) to think much of him.

But then, you interact with him the next few times, and uh... It’s bad. You notice immediately that he’s physically attractive; tall, sleek build pretty paint-job, a scratchy but charming voice and way of talking, strong servos but long pretty digits and slender legs, glowing vermillion optics that feel like they’re peering into your soul... Yeah, it’s over for you. You’ve never really had the time for relationships with work and everything, so you don’t have any experience and are horrid at hiding the little crush that you quickly develop.

It’s horrible. Any time Starscream is present during battles, you get flustered and fumble over yourself. You can’t fight him and can’t fight anyone else when he’s within eye/ear-shot, so you’re usually in charge of helping evacuate humans or dealing with Blitzwing/Lugnut etc. 

Starscream, of course, notices it. He’s an older and well-seasoned bot, and though it’s very rare that anyone is actually interested in him, he’s seen enough relationships in his day to be able to pick up on a crush. His natural reaction, out loud, is “HAHA, of course you have a crush on the GLORIOUS, GORGEOUS Starscream! Why, it only makes sense that I’ve charmed such a pretty little Autobot without even trying, who could resist my charm?”. On the inside... He’s seriously flattered. You’re beautiful, you’re cute, from the glimpses he’s gotten, he likes your personality, and he thinks you’re just... Very good. However, he doesn’t really pursue a relationship with you at first as you seem rather righteous and he is rather devious. He won’t admit it, but he likes you too much to cause you any trouble with the other Autobots. He’s just happy that you like him so much.

It turns into a lot of teasing during battles and gets to a point where Starscream will purposefully pick fights with the Autobots just to see/spar with you, with no actual damage happening.

“Oh, my, if it isn’t my not-so-secret admirer again! Why don’t you try to take me down without the help of your friends this time?”

He likes touching you as much as he can in a rather fleeting manner; servos over your lower back, on your hands, face in your face, optics locked with yours, etc. He’s just very touch-starved and enthusiastic about the fact that someone is interested in him, but he won’t admit it. 

The other Autobots find it pretty humorous or are annoyed by it. Ratchet and Prowl roll their eyes at it and don’t get what you see in him, Bulkhead just feels bad for you, Optimus is very confused but always reminds you of the fact that he’s there for you if you ever want to vent about your “unfortunate circumstances”, and Bumblebee isn’t above trying to set you up with Starscream/making you two interact with each other whenever the opportunity arises because he thinks it’s cute/funny.

Eventually, things get a little less light-hearted when Megatron gets his body back and hires Lockdown to kidnap you. The main reason is that even though Megatron and his Decepticons usually do a great job of beating the hell out of the Autobots, you’re always there to fix them up, and that’s very inconvenient to him personally. So, Lockdown kidnaps you and takes you to Megatron, only for Starscream to... Come rescue you from the cell you’re locked in during the night?

You’re just sitting there, waiting for an Autobot when Starscream bursts into the room; “Why, if it isn’t my admirer, waiting for me to come rescue them.”

“Um... Starscream? What are you doing here?”

“What do you think, you glitch? Rescuing you, now quiet down before Megatron catches us!”

You’re super confused, unsure if Starscream has had a processor injury or if he has some other more devious plan with you, but he breaks you out of your cage and allows you to climb on his back so he can give you a piggy back ride until you’re out of the cave and in an open enough area for him to transform into his seeker mode, only to get caught by Megatron and Megatron alone while the others are recharging.

The two break out into an argument, fighting while you’re still on Starscream’s back; you’re trying to assist your crush by blasting Megatron from your position despite being decently injured from your battle with Lockdown, which is honestly the only reason Starscream is managing against the much more powerful Decepticon. You two work... Surprisingly well together, and in the midst of the argument, Megatron is spewing insults, calling Starscream incompetent, foolish, stupid, a failure, etc. 

Naturally, despite your shy nature, you hate hearing Starscream insulted as you’ve developed a weird sort of attachment to him, so you fire back; “Hey, he isn’t any of that! I know you don’t realize it because you’re an evil bastard, b-but he’s trying his best, and he has better ideas than you do- wasn’t he the one who blew you up?”

Megatron gets so angry that Starscream manages to escape with you, and he transforms into his vehicle mode with you riding in his cockpit... Ha.

Anyways, the two of you fly back to your base around the time that the sun is rising, but by the time you get there and Starscream transforms back into his robot form, you notice that Megatron beat him pretty bad and- oh, Primus, he’s unconscious. Yeah... 

Against your better judgement, you fix him up the best you can outside behind your teammates backs, knowing that if you brought him back to Ratchet, he’d be getting repaired while in stasis cuffs and then sent back with the Elite Guard to be imprisoned on Cybertron.

You sneak off into the forest and wait for him to wake up... Only for him to pull you into a heated kiss the second he does, thank you for being his “knight in shining armor”, and then transforming and flying away.

You return to base a shaking, blushing mess, and when asked about what happened, you tell your teammates (of which only a few are there, since the others are out looking for you); after Lockdown took you, Starscream came to rescue you, dropped you off by the base, and flew away, leaving out the part where you could have captured him. Ratchet fixes you up and gets onto you for “being smitten with such a troublesome mech”. 

And from there forms a beautiful relationship of you and Starscream pretending to be against each other in public the best you can despite your blatant crushes, with Starscream always teasing you and you being too shy to rebut, but secretly helping each other and sneaking off to meet up whenever you can. 

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Let Me Love You (Jeong Yunho and Song Mingi)

Pairing: Jeong Yunho × Plus sized! Reader (Female) × Song Mingi

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: After finding out their girlfriend has been feeling insecure about her body, Mingi and Yunho take matters into their own hands to remind her that she is beautiful.

Word Count: 4.5+K

Warnings: Body insecurities (remember you are beautiful just the way you are), poly relationship, oral (female receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms (female receiving), unprotected sex (always use protection). (This was utter trash)

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @brie02 @deja-vux @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @nanamarkie @minhyukmyluv @yunsangoveryonder

Special requested by @monbaebes

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Watching her favorite boys play around on the seashore, Y/N chuckled softly as she returned her gaze on the fruit in front of her. Picking up a small knife, she carefully began peeling some of the mangoes, apples and other of the juicy produce they had brought with them. Meanwhile she focused on making sure they had something to replenish their energy with, one of her lovers was concentrated on building a rather complicated architecture with the sand under his feet. Slowly but surely, the castle was beginning to take form and the man couldn't be much happier or pleased than seeing his masterpiece come to life.

"Mingi, think fast!" The other tall male shouted as he tossed the beach ball he was holding in the other's direction.

Mingi's naturally small eyes widened significantly as he witnessed his creation crumble down due to the impact of the beach ball colliding on top of it.

"Oops! Sorry bud!" The culprit grimaced as he saw the result of his little trick.

Immediately standing up, Mingi began chasing after his friend.

"I'm going to kill you Yunho!" He threatened, Yunho running and taking cover behind the oblivious girl who saw nothing that took place.

"What in the world?" She looked back and forth between the two guys.

Pointing an accusatory finger at him, Mingi let out a huff.

"He destroyed my sand castle that I was working so hard on!" He exclaimed.

"I didn't mean to." Yunho defended himself.

Not wanting them to get into a silly fight during their vacation, Y/N began to calm them both down.

"Come on you guys, you're making a scene over things kids would argue over. Seriously, this is why we hardly go out."

Hearing her displeased tone, the boys quickly straightened up their act and decided to just let it go. Seeing the delicious fruit in front of them, the young men sat at opposite sides of Y/N and dug into the food. She was grateful she opted for packing plenty of fruit given how much her boyfriends ate. She sometimes wondered if it was because they were so tall or because their stomachs were a bottomless pit. She decided a long time ago that it was probably a combination of the two.

As they enjoyed their snacks while enjoying the view in front of them, Y/N's wandering eyes soon locked themselves on the two women sitting not far from them. Although she wanted to look away before any negative thoughts clouded her mind, she couldn't help but admire their long, slim legs, their small waists and flat tummies. She envied their shape that they confidently showed off in their revealing and sensual bikinis, making more than a few heads turn in their direction to rake their eyes on their glamorous bodies. And there she was, feeling too big in her cami top and shorts.

Looking away with eyes falling on the strawberry she was holding, Y/N suddenly felt an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Losing her appetite, she tossed the fruit back in the container and just sat back, unable to hide her uncomfortable face which Yunho noticed right away.

"Honey, is something wrong? Do you not feel well?" He asked which immediately sparked the attention of the other male.

Although she didn't feel well indeed, Y/N didn't want to cause any alarm or have them fret over her behavior and decided to make up an excuse.

"I guess maybe I'm just exhausted after spending so much time out in the sun. I think I'm just going to go back to the hotel room. You guys stay here if you want."

Plastering on a reassuring smile, she gave them no chance to argue or say anything else as she quickly got off the beach towel and started heading back towards the hotel that was just in front of the beach. Her arms were crossed protectively in front of her chest, head lowered to avoid eye contact with the young men who were heading in the opposite direction. She shut her eyes when she heard them snicker behind her, no doubt making fun of her figure. She just wanted to lock herself in the room and crawl under the covers of the bed, just her alone with nobody else.

But the sudden calls for her from behind let her know that it wasn't going to be the case.

"Geez, couldn't you at least wait for us baby?" Mingi pouted as he linked an arm around her.

"Sorry, didn't want to cut your playtime at the beach short." She felt even more bad knowing they decided to follow her back.

"It's fine darling. It was getting too hot anyways. Besides we can have just as much fun in the hotel room as we do in the beach." Yunho added, leaning his face so he could whisper in her ear.

"Or maybe even more fun." He snickered suggestively, which made her blush and cling closer to the male on her right, who simply let out a small snort.

"Don't tease her Yunho. You know how shy she gets with these things." Unable to hold back from making her even more flustered, Mingi's hand that was on her waist dropping to slightly pinch her butt cheek.

"And it makes me want to eat her up even more."

With a soft huff, she shoved his hand away from him and simply walked faster to hide from their vulgar teasing that had her cheeks burning bright red.

"She's so adorable." Yunho chuckled, to which Mingi agreed with. Taking advantage of the fact she couldn't hear them, both of them started whispering a few things amongst themselves, huge grins plastering on their faces as they planned out how they were going to spend their night with their lovely girlfriend.

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Staring at her reflection in the long body mirror, Y/N cringed at the sight. She knew the guys were waiting outside in the hot tub for her, no doubt aching to see her in the dark blue bikini they had picked out for her, a color Mingi aggressively shoved into Yunho who wanted to go instead for a more baby pink choice, but eventually caved into the other's choice. She didn't feel up to going out in it though, she felt it unflattering and unsuitable for someone her size. Stripping out of it, she tossed on a tank top and shorts once more, wanting to be as covered up as much as possible. Feeling satisfied with that, she quickly came out of the bathroom, not wanting to make the boys wait any longer.

Hearing the glass door of the room slide open, the young men excitedly looked over hoping to see their gorgeous girlfriend in a swimsuit they bought her, but their faces fell flat when they saw her clothing choice.

"What happened to the bikini we bought you? Oh god! Please don't tell me we got the wrong size." Mingi groaned, already beating himself up for an imaginary mistake.

"No it fit fine, I just.... I just prefer being like this." She replied as she slipped her body inside the hot water, setting herself in between both of the men, who wasted no time in drawing their bodies closer to her, effectively trapping her.

Looking up from one and then to the other, Y/N knew by the smiles on their face that they were up to something else and it wasn't particularly pure. Taking the lead as he usually did, Yunho brought a hand up to trace the outline of her jaw.

"So pretty..." He muttered as he bent his face down to hers.

Starting off with small pecks, Yunho eventually pressed his lips deeper into hers, hand still cupping her jaw so his thumb could draw circles around her cheek. Y/N moaned when she felt his tongue dart forward and infiltrate her mouth. She gave in and allowed him absolute control, moaning louder when he pulled her tongue inside his own mouth and briefly sucking on it. For a few minutes they were lost in their little world until the third person in the relationship reminded them of his presence.

"Ok you got your turn, now let me make out with my baby."

As soon as Yunho's mouth was detached from her lips, it was quickly replaced by Mingi's, who unlike the other male, was more fervent and rougher with his kisses. Whereas Yunho preferred a lot more tongue action, Mingi enjoyed nipping at his lover's lips. Indeed he made sure to get her lips as swollen and red as possible. His teeth endlessly tugged at her bottom lip, a smirk appearing on his features each time he drew out a gasp or whine from the girl in front of him. Her sounds intensified when she felt Yunho's lips occupying themselves on her shoulder and neck, leaving small love bites on the visible patches of skin. His large hand dove underwater to clasp at the end of her top, rising it up slowly so he could take it off her.

Feeling her insecurities rise up once more, Y/N quickly withdrew his hand off her body, ending the makeout session with her other boyfriend in the process.

"Baby did we do something wrong? Did we push it too far?" Yunho immediately worried that they hurt her in any way. Mingi was also mirroring the same feeling his friend was bearing.

"No, it's not you guys...it's me."

Both of the men looked at each other in confusion.

"Are you sick? Is that it? Why didn't you say something before." Mingi brought a palm over her forehead, attempting to figure out if she had a fever or not.

Shaking her head, Y/N took a deep breath before she went any further.

"I'm not sick I just hate my body ok? I hate being chubby, it makes all the clothes I wear look ugly on me. I wish I was skinnier like some of the female idols you guys see almost on the daily. Maybe then I'd be more attractive for you guys.."

Her confession broke them to pieces. They couldn't believe she felt that way and they cursed themselves for not noticing earlier on about their girlfriend's insecurities.

"But darling, you are very attractive just the way you are." Mingi spoke up, though they could tell his words didn't have much of an effect on her.

Joining in to make sure she felt loved, Yunho tilted Y/N's face so she could clearly see his sincerity at his next words.

"Listen to me, your body is very gorgeous just the way it is. You may not believe it, but trust me when I say Mingi and I are absolutely crazy about your body. It makes you more irresistible and we wouldn't have you any other way."

His words lightened her mood just a bit, a hint of a smile starting to form on the corners of her lips.

"And we're not the only ones who think so. There were some assholes who were shamelessly checking you out while we were trying to catch up with you back on the beach." Mingi added, face frowning as he recalled the way they heard the group of men talking about their girlfriend in such a lewd manner.

"What? N-no, I'm sure you got it wrong. They were probably making fun of me." Her theory however was quickly shut down by Yunho.

"No baby, we heard them clearly as they went on and on about how hot you look....among other things that weren't exactly family friendly." Although he tried to hide it, Yunho couldn't keep his teeth from gritting against each other in a jealous manner.

"And we saw how their faces kept turning to stare at your ass." Mingi recalled rather unhappily.

Y/N felt even more embarrassed now, her hands coming up to hide her reddened face, which continued to stay hidden even when she felt both males press themselves into her.

"But if that still doesn't convince you, how about you let us demonstrate how much we adore your figure?"

Peeking out and uncovering her face, Y/N took in their hungry gazes that were awaiting for permission to devour her. Although she nodded slightly, it wasn't enough for them.

"Darling use your words please. We'd much rather hear you say how much you want us as well." Mingi deepened his voice enough to cause an effect on her.

Biting down on her lip, Y/N's voice shyly spoke out.

"Please.... touch me." She gulped before uttering her next words.

"Make love to me."

Finally hearing the magic words, both men stood up, their bodies drenched and pouring water. Taking hold of Y/N, Mingi brought her out of the hot tub as well and sat her in front of him on the wood extension of the hot tub. Reaching for her shirt, he quickly peeled it off her body and moved it somewhere else while Yunho took care of her lower half, removing her shorts and equally discarding them somewhere else.

"Fuck, she looks so damn pretty." Yunho marveled at the sight of her bare, soaked body right in front of him.

Snaking his hands down her torso, Mingi gripped the top of her thighs so he could pry them open, letting Yunho gaze into her exposed heat. He let out a chuckle at his friend's star struck expression.

"Well? Don't just stand there like an idiot. Put those long ass fingers of yours to work." Mingi told him.

Instructing Y/N to keep her legs wide open, Mingi brought his hands back up her body so they could cup her breasts. He squeezed them in between his fingers, astonished at feeling how soft and tender they were. While she was still getting adjusted to the feeling of Mingi's hands around her boobs, Yunho came up in front of her and began kissing along her collarbone, making her tilt her head back.

"God your boobs are so squishy." Mingi groaned as he pressed them against each other, thumbs tweaking at her nipples.

While Mingi's hands continued playing around with her chest, Yunho took advantage of her dazed state to brush his fingers along one of her thighs. Creeping it closer in between her legs, his thumb started slow and gentle motions on her clit. He smiled against her neck when he felt her shudder as he pressed down on her button.

"Mingi be sure to hold her steady while I finger her pretty pussy. You know how she tends to get."

Removing his hands off her breasts, Mingi proceeded to move them to her hips, knowing fully well they'd be wanting to buck into Yunho's hand. Y/N looked down and watched intently as one of Yunho's fingers slowly slipped inside her hole. She gaped with amazement as he effortlessly slid his finger out of her body and then back inside. It always amazed her how such a little action could make her so weak and pliant towards her lovers. Yunho of course knew this and loved to use it against her. Smiling ever so smugly, he inserted a second finger into her hole, his pace starting to pick up. Her breath hitched as she craned her neck back to rest her head on Mingi's shoulder, the latter taking the opportunity to plaster kisses on the side of her cheek.

"Do you like having Yunho's fingers inside of you babygirl?" He asked, lips brushing against her earlobe.

"Y-yes." She responded.

When her thighs tried to close, Mingi was quick to pry them back apart, his grip tight enough that they could leave prints on her skin.

"No babygirl, keep those pretty legs of yours open for Yunho."

Knowing exactly what to do to tip her over the edge, Yunho angled his fingers upward so they could rub at her sweet spot as he continued to wiggle his fingers inside of her. A third finger was added to the combination, which had the recipient crying out from the stretch.

"How on earth are you always so tight babygirl? It's like we don't fuck you enough." Yunho expressed, thumb circling on her nub with more detailed and faster motions.

The wet and sloppy sounds emanating from between her legs were like music to both men's ears. They enjoyed hearing how wet they could make her become, Mingi especially licked his lips as he saw how her folds started to glisten from all the arousal seeping out of her.

"Shit, her pussy looks so good. I can't wait to eat her out."

Shooting a smirk to his friend, Yunho worked his fingers deeper into his girlfriend's core, thrusting them sporadically in an effort to bring her closer to her high.

"Well just let me get her cum with my fingers and then I'll leave her in your hands..... or should I say mouth?"

Hearing them say what they were going to do to her made Y/N shudder. With eyes shut, her voice slightly broke into half cries half whimpers as she came on Yunho's fingers. Mingi's hold on her thighs prevented her from shutting her legs and thus making her orgasm feel more intense as it washed all throughout her body. Making sure to keep his fingers lodged inside until she came down from her high, Yunho gently leaned in to press a kiss on the corner of Y/N's mouth.

"Look babygirl."

Opening her eyes, she was met with the sight of Yunho's fingers pulling out of her heat. They were covered completely in her cum, leaving her surprised that she could produce that much from just his fingers. Keeping eye contact with her, he brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them clean.

"Oh Mingi, you're going to definitely enjoy eating her out." Yunho locked eyes with the other male, sending him a knowing wink.

"Then I guess I better not let her juices go to waste."

Moving her body so she could face him, Mingi layed down on his back and motioned for Y/N to move herself on top of his face, which she hesitated to do. Sensing what she was worried about, Mingi smiled at her.

"Baby, it's ok. I want to feel those thick thighs of yours on me. Now come over here and smother my face with your sweet pussy."

Getting help from Yunho who took hold of her arms, he placed her right on top of Mingi's face. Spreading her lips apart, Mingi's tongue came up to lick up the leftover arousal from Yunho's previous fingering session. Y/N couldn't help but gasp not just from the over sensitivity of her pussy, but from Mingi's warm mouth consuming her taste. Closing his eyes, Mingi lost himself in the sweetness her body had to offer. Flicking his tongue out, he made sure to pay close attention to her clit, circling the tip of his wet muscle around it. As if they had a mind of their own, Y/N's hips began to slowly grind down against Mingi's tongue movements. When she noticed what she was doing, she made an attempt to stop her motions.

"No babygirl. Show Mingi how much you enjoy having him eat you out. He told you to smother his face and that's what you're going to give him. After all, that is what he wants. Don't you Mingi?" Yunho piped up.

The man underneath Y/N responded with a muffled moan against her wetness. His hands clasped themselves on her ass, harshly slamming her down until her heat was covering the entirety of his face. Guiding her hips, he made her drag her core along his tongue over and over, slurping up every inch of tender flesh without leaving any patch dry. Y/N began panting, each stroke of Mingi's tongue making her fall deeper in that hazy state she had been in just moments ago while Yunho had his fingers knuckles deep in her. And both men knew it, they had learned and memorized each pitch of her sounds and every tick of her body to know what she liked and when she'd come crumbling down from the pleasure they gave her.

Knowing she needed a little encouragement, Yunho began peppering open mouth kisses along her neck as his fingers brushed along the sides of her waist.

"Go ahead love. Cum all over Mingi's face. Make a mess of his pretty face." He softly instructed her. A pleased grin framed Yunho's face as merely seconds later, Y/N fulfilled his command. Mingi groaned wildly as his face was smothered by her mound, her thighs trembling and clenching around his skull as another flood of her juices poured out onto his face. Making sure to lick up as much as possible, Mingi detached his mouth from her reddened folds with an audible pop, a proud smirk on his face that he was not wiping off at any moment.

Knowing she was still too worked up from her orgasm, Yunho carefully lifted her up into his arms. Gesturing for Mingi to follow, he carried her bridal style back inside their room, where he layed her down on the soft king sized bed. Stripping themselves out of their swimming trunks, the men whispered a few words amongst each other before reaching the decision of who got to have her first. The beaming look on Mingi's features answered her thoughts on who it was.

Setting himself right next to her, Mingi began stroking his already hard length.

"Come here baby. Hop your pretty self on top and ride me." He motioned for her to sit on top of him.

With hands pressed to his chest, Y/N slowly sunk herself down until his entire cock was safely nestled inside her. Hissing at the excruciatingly tight grip her tender flesh had on him, Mingi looked over to Yunho, who already had one hand wrapped tightly on his dick.

"We really should fuck her more often, she's unbelievably tight." His voice rasped out.

"Well why don't you do something about it? You're literally inside her idiot." Yunho reminded him rather agitated, anxious to get his own turn with his beloved girl.

With sharp cries, Y/N held onto the headboard in front of her as the man underneath her started pounding his hips up into her. Their moans were filling up the room, along with the slick sounds protruding from between their thighs, where they were connected. Yunho eagerly watched them, his hand working to stroke his twitching cock, making sure not to speed up in case he accidentally made himself cum. He knew he'd get his turn soon, but for the moment, he reveled at seeing the two individuals he cared about the most be so intimate with each other. He watched as their facial muscles started contorting and scrunching up with pleasure, their bodies starting to layer a thin sheen of sweat from the intensity of their love making.

Already vulnerable from the previous 2 orgasms, Y/N started to feel that familiar heat pooling in her lower abdomen, spreading under her skin and making her dizzy with lust. Mingi's pace turned slightly more rough. He loved watching as he made his girlfriend ride his cock, especially when he was blessed with the sight of her breasts bouncing right in front of him. He thought it was one of the most amazing sights to behold. Sensing that she was close given how worked out they had gotten her before and by the way her sounds grew more frantic, Mingi gripped at her sides to hold her down as he bucked his cock deep enough to have her crying out.

"That's it babygirl. Let yourself go. Cum all over me." He grunted at her, feeling himself reach his own brink from the frenetic pace he set for themselves.

With aching thighs, Y/N violently shook on top of him, vision darkening as her mind only payed attention to the sensation of her walls clamping around her lover's cock. Feeling overly constricted to the point of hurting in a most delicious grip, Mingi quickly pulled himself out of her core before any of his cum could start spilling inside her. With the help of his hand, he finished himself off by spurting drops of cum onto her thighs and stomach, some of them dripping off to land on the sheets underneath them.

"Oh my God." Mingi threw his head back onto the pillow behind him as he tried to steady his racing heart.

Finally seeing his cue to come in, Yunho fitted himself on the large king sized bed and carefully pulled Y/N off Mingi's lap to sat her on top of his own. Whereas Mingi preferred having her face him, Yunho opted to keep her facing away, pressing his chest onto her back. His voice gently shushed her whimpers as he sunk her down onto his overly endowed length. Fitting himself in her always took a little longer due to his size.

"You're doing so well baby." He cooed in her ear as he waited for her to adjust to him. Mingi was definitely right in exclaiming how tight she was, he himself was gritting his teeth at how hard her walls were squeezing at his shaft.

Knowing she was overly sensitive, clit swollen and folds puffed up, Yunho decided to go for a more slow and sensual pace. His hands gently rolled her hips to move on top of him, soft and blissful sighs being breathed out of their mouths. He made sure not to overwhelm her, and he himself wanted to enjoy the moment for as long as possible. When he heard her agitated moan, he let her relax on top of him as his hips took over. He was careful not to snap his hips too aggressively, still being gentle and precise with each thrust he shot up at her. With one hand sliding in between her legs, his fingers brushed against her pinkied clit before carefully circling around it.

"You're so beautiful my dear. Absolutely perfect." He murmured against her neck whilst his lips pressed tiny kisses on her warm skin.

Y/N gasped when she felt his pace slightly speed up, causing her body to jolt forward, which was stopped from falling when Yunho's arms held her in a tight embrace to keep her close to him. She knew she was definitely waking up sore the next morning, her thighs were already burning from cumming so much and from being bounced on top of two monster cocks that belonged to her tall boyfriends. Her 4th orgasm of the night slowly and silently crept up on her, rendering her almost numb to everything except the dull sting of her juices pouring out once more onto Yunho's cock. Even after she felt him pull out and coat her backside with his hot seed, she was still in hazy state, worn out after all the attention the two men bestowed upon them. The last thing she saw before passing out on the bed was Yunho's voice purring in her ear:

"Remember Mingi and I love you just the way you are..."

[anyoneseenadam]

Hiii. if you're still taking requests can you do a azriel one? (Can't get enough of him🤭🥰) can you witte one where azriel gets really badly hurt on a mission and barely makes it back and the reader freaking out and being really worried.?

pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: angst, graphic descriptions of blood and violence, sad shiz but happy ending

a/n: this isn’t as angsty as I planned but it’s a lil, pls comment if you like it and tell me ur thoughts <33

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Azriel had promised you the mission would be quick. In and out were his exact words.

You should’ve known better than to trust him when he spoke so casually about breaking into a palace in the human courts, you should’ve known that something would go horribly, inconceivably wrong. But when he smiled at you and held you against him, swaying from side to side you were too lost in his easy lies to care.

You had started going on more missions with him recently. While you weren’t a spy, you had an incredible knack for lying. Cassian joked that you were just a brat but even he couldn’t deny that you were talented when it came to batting your eyes and pressing a hand gently enough on a soldier’s arm that they would bend to your every will.

You and Azriel had also discovered that the most effective torture method was to trick whoever you had taken into a false sense of security, you would use a gentle tone and motherlike care to make them feel safe. And then they were always willing to speak, believing that once Azriel stopped his ministrations they could fall into the safety of your arms.

It was a good tactic and even Azriel was impressed when you first tried it. But that never quelled his protectiveness, the way an arm would find its way secured around your waist as soon as you had secured the information you needed, or the way he kissed you fiercely in his shadows when he was tired of watching men flirt with you.

The truth was you and Azriel were so completely in love, no amount of flirting could ever take you from the gentle but possessive grip of your mate. In some ways that’s what kept you going, knowing that at the end of the day you didn’t have to plaster on a fake smile and sweet voice.

At the end of the day, in the warmth and comfort of your share home you were yourself. You could wear the same jumper for weeks straight and laugh at crude jokes. You could do your makeup at 3am and then turn to your half-asleep mate with a pout, whining until he caved and let you do his makeup too.

But in the end, your complete devotion would come back to bite you in the ass.

It was your fault, or so you believed. If you had just kept your eyes on the general with bad breath and a crooked nose you wouldn’t be in this mess. But when he got to close your eyes flickered to were your mate stood, concealed in shadows, and through all the generals personal hygiene faults, he had been trained to notice subtle looks that gave you away.

He had grabbed you so tightly that you couldn’t help but yelp, drawing Azriel’s attention to you. And while you had disabled the general quickly you now had hoards of guards chasing you out of an area that was guarded against winnowing.

Azriel hadn’t wasted a second. You were his top priority and so he had abandoned the plan and grabbed you as quickly as he could, gathering you into his arms as he flew to the exit. You had spluttered apologies to him as he flew, your eyes trained on the guards chasing you, the guards who were now drawing bows.

Azriel was quick but the arrows were quicker. You threw your hands out, trying to bat off as many of them as you could with the limited power you held. But as concentrated as you were on the ones directed to his wings, you didn’t see the one aiming for his lower torso until you felt it graze you from where it left his body.

He grunted as you swore, finally out of the barriers as he winnowed to as close to home as he could. But while injured that wasn’t easy and you found yourselves standing in a wooded area, Azriel dropping you down much more roughly than usual, swearing as he leaned against a tree.

“Okay, okay I can fix this, you’re going to be fine.” You spoke, mainly to yourself as the panic inside you grew. You scanned the area, spotting a cave not too far off, not wanting to leave Azriel in the open when you had no idea what could be in these woods.

“C’mon baby, let’s go this way.” You slung an arm around him, just above the wound and began making your slow trek to the small cave. As soon as you had him sat down, you knelt in front of him, tears in your eyes as you cut open his top, so you had access to the wound beneath.

“Why are you crying sweetheart?” you heard him ask and you rolled your eyes, wiping away the stray tears.

“Why do you think dumbass,” you said, forcing a smile when he huffed a laugh.

“You can’t be mean to me right now,” he complained as you set about cutting off both ends of the arrow so you could remove it safely, wincing when he hissed, gritting his teeth.

You finally had both ends cut off and went to pull it out, removing your shawl and preparing to press it against the wound that was spouting far too much blood. You looked up at him with your hands pressed shakily against his wound and saw his skin was pale and sweaty, his eyes drooping as they tried to close. He fell forward slightly but you held him upright with your shoulder, panic rushing through you, white hot.

“Azriel c’mon no, none of that. You’ve got to stay awake baby, you’re too heavy for me.” You begged; your hands pressed tightly against his wound as you let the tears fall freely. You eventually had to pull away, moving him so he was leaning against the cave wall, taking extra precaution to ensure his head didn’t get hurt.

His eyes cracked open when he felt your blood-soaked palm press gently against his face, glassy and barely present.

“Hey, hey I need you to stay with me, okay?” you tried to smile, wanting to offer him any semblance of comfort.

“Always baby,” he whispered, and you smiled, pulling your hands away slightly and smiling when you saw the wound healing externally already.

“What are you getting me for solstice?” you asked, wanting to keep him awake and speaking.

“Not telling.” He muttered and you laughed.

“You have to, we have to talk about something.” You joked, pulling a hand away just long enough to wipe your eyes as you focused on his face.

“I had a few ideas; nothing seems good enough.” He muttered and you laughed.

“Tell me.”

“Well first I thought a necklace, books, maybe art supplies or something but that’s all boring,” he whispered, and you smiled, nodding.

“If it’s from you it won’t be boring,” you smiled, hands still pressed tightly against his wound.

“Well I also thought I could get you your own truthteller, maybe one with a pink handle.” He joked.

“Well you know full well I would love that, maybe baby pink with little white hearts on it,” he smiled at you, his head lulling slightly forward. You reached up to him again holding his head gently in your hands, before you lay him down, covering him in the rest of your shawl.

“You plan that then, I’m going to go get wood and we’ll start a fire okay, keep you warm.” You stroked his face gently, pressing a kiss onto his forehead.

“Be safe,” he grabbed your hand as you stood to leave,

“You first.”

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Your luck apparently ran out as soon as you looked at Azriel, given as soon as you walked out the cave the heavens opened, and you were soaked to the skin in the seconds. You grabbed as much wood as you could straight away, throwing it into the dry cave.

You then ventured further out, finding a rabbit, and killing and cleaning it out as quickly as you could, practically running back to the cave. You knelt down, starting a small fire, and removing your now dirty and completely soaked dress, ringing out your hair.

You then moved back to Azriel, brining him closer to the fire as you cooked speared the rabbit over it, cooking all the meat you could salvage of its small body.

“You’re so cold,” he muttered, pressing his nose into your bare skin as you shivered, moving even closer to the fire.

“Ah you know what they say, cold hands, cold heart.”

“I don’t think that’s the-“

“Shh,” you muttered, curling into him as you pressed together trying to steal some warmth from each other.

“If I get ill I’m going to kill you.” You whispered into his neck, and he chuckled, clenching his teeth when he moved to soon and your head shot up to him.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” he shook his head, tightening his arms around you.

“No you’re alright,” he whispered. You lay there for a while longer, Azriel’s body limp, all his energy going into healing the deep wound in his side. Yours on the other hand was tense, ears perking up at any sound, half expecting a pack of rabid wolves to come eat you the second you allowed yourself to relax. When the rabbit was finished, you picked it apart, feeding it to Azriel gently, determined to get his energy back.

He was still so pale and no matter how hard you tried, nothing could quell the nausea in your stomach. Every time you looked at him when he closed his eyes your heart dropped, your anxiety telling you that this might just be the last time you ever see him.

You didn’t sleep all night, instead staying pressed against him, shivering in your undergarments as your dress dried by the fire. You regularly checked his pulse, temperature, breathing and whatever else you could, too afraid to take your eyes off of him for even a second.

By the time the sun finally rose, Azriel’s complexion had evened out and the wound in his side was puckering into a pink scar. You were beyond relieved, fussing over him when he woke up like the mother you often pretended to be.

You pulled your dress back on and stumbled to a near-by river to collect him some water, picking a species of berries you recognised along the way, and actively ignoring the cough you had developed over night.

You got back to the cave and almost cried in relief when you saw him sitting up, smothering the burning embers that used to be your fire. He looked over to you as you padded in and swore, standing to come to you.

“You look like shit what happened?” he asked, worry coating his features.

“Hey! I spent all night looking after you asshole,” you shoved him gently but he held tight, holding your chin in his slender fingers as he forced you to look at him.

“Shit it was raining last night,”

“Yeah?” you asked as he shook his head.

“That’s why you were so cold, c’mon let’s get you home you’re ill.” He muttered as you wildly protested.

“I’m fine, you need to rest,” you pointed at him, but he brushed you off, gathering you in his arms to winnow home.

“We can rest together, at home, in bed.” He stated, not leaving any room for argument so you relaxed in his arms, your head pressed against his shoulder.

“Okay,” you conceded, your voice small as he smiled down at you.

“Thank you for looking after me darling,” his voice was filled with sincerity, and you snuggled closer into him.

“Anytime.” You whispered as he winnowed you away, only vaguely aware of the feeling of him placing you down on your bed and curling around your back, arms tight and secure.