#they're both so beautiful... sniffs...

[ministarfruit]

yuri month day 12: I want you to find me ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[muqingslover]

here I am thinking about goofy/strange habits each lads LI have when the two of you share a bed.

First and foremost he is getting in bed with you no matter what.

If you're on the couch then he WILL find a way to fit and snuggle with you it's like cats are liquid theory.

Xavier likes to slip his hands under your clothes to feel your warmth directly.

He'd lay his hand flat against your tummy and let his thumb gently brush the soft skin while he relaxed.

The real problem is that, in more than one occasion, you wake up with his hands on your boobs.

Be it small, medium sized or big, he doesn't care. He is not doing anything just holding them for some reason while fast asleep.

He likes to sniff you like a dog.

Sylus will pull you close against his chest after getting in bed and then he just sniff sniff

You told him multiple times to stop that but he can't help himself. I mean, what you don't know can't hurt you, right?

He finds comfort in your scent. It's specific to you and he absolutely loves it.

Even more so after you use his bath products so you start smelling like him and that makes him feel all fuzzy.

He will nibble on you like you're his personal chew toy. Don't freak out when you find red spots and teeth marks all over your skin the next day.

At times you may also find yourself being crushed to death by his very large and very heavy body. Don't worry though, just tap him a few times and he'll roll off of you.

In conclusion, Sylus is a very big dog with wings.

This guy has a HANDFUL of bad habits like I could make a post just for him.

One of them is that he watches you sleep. And I mean watch.

The entire time he's so focused on your slumbering form that you'd think he was watching the most entertaining TV show in the world.

You have mini heart attacks whenever you wake up in the middle of the night and see him just....looming over you like a sleep paralysis demon.

You definitely socked him in the face by reflex once or twice. He's fine, he dodged it anyway.

It's not nearly as bad as to when the neighbors came to check in after you screamed bloody murder.

Additionally, Caleb takes pictures of you and has you losing hairs because he refuses to delete them

"Oh c'mon! You look sooo cute!"

Do yourself a favor and dose his drink so he'll leave you alone for the night./hj

This guy is the worst roommate ever.

Just kidding I love him.

He is very annoying though because his bad habit is to wake you up.

If he can't sleep then he's making it everybody's problem, including you.

He will hold your nose or be purposely loud so you wake up and then give him you the most fake nonchalant "Oh, did I disturb your afternoon nap?" "...It's 2 in the morning." "Well, since we're both awake now anyway—"

Literally not a single peaceful night of sleep unless he's asleep as well. It's like having a toddler.

My suggestion? Lock him in the bathroom while he's in the bathtub and enjoy your beauty sleep. You have at least four hours before he notices.

He has no bad habits.

He will let you sleep as he should and just makes sure you're tucked in and comfortable. Top tier gentleman.

If I was to pick one is the fact he sleeps like a statue and scares the life out of you because of how stiff he is.

He sleeps on his back like a mummy and doesn't move at all throughout the night.

It's similar to when cats fall deep asleep and you can't wake them up so you think they're dead.

Just make sure he's breathing and bring him in to cuddle and everything's gonna be fine.

[my-castles-crumbling]

fashion - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 219 - (and an anonymous request for Jegulus raising Harry, requests open!)

James can hear his son's laughter through the crack in the door, and he pauses for a moment to take in the beautiful sound. He could listen to it all day, and he would to anything for Harry. The fact that Regulus is the one making Harry laugh is just the cherry on top.

But he's curious. Because Harry hasn't been laughing a lot, lately. So he leans closer, trying to take figure out how Regulus has created this magic.

"-a princess, Reggie. You need the crown," Harry says sweetly, his voice full of adoring glee.

"Hm...do you think it brings out my eyes?" Regulus replies, and the silence that follows shows that Harry is truly pondering the question.

"I think my Dad would say you're very pretty," Harry says back, giggles falling from his mouth.

Unable to resist any long, and his heart absolutely melting, James pushes open the door, completely unprepared for what he sees.

Regulus and Harry are seated in the middle of Harry's room, a game board between them, both adorned in plastic jewelry. Regulus is, in fact, wearing a cheap silver tiara, and he looks both beautiful and absolutely ridiculous.

"Wow," James manages to say, grinning from ear to ear.

Regulus just turns red. "It's called fashion, James. Look it up." And he adjusts his pink earring and sniffs.

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Guys this is the game they're playing and if you've never played it you've never lived:

[lexawritex]

need you now

idol!huhyunjin x producer!reader

synopsis: you're a producer whose songs dominate the charts. to keep the hits coming, you turn to a couple cans of beer for inspiration. but the alcohol takes control, pushing you into calling your ex.

genre: light angst; heated make out session at the end :/

warnings: alcohol; swearing; top yunjin cus why not

i'm all alone and i need you now

being a producer was a choice your parents didn't agree on but with you being the most sought after producer now—their doubts were erased and now they're showering you with praises and support. you found it hilarious how they ridiculed you for pursuing a non-engineering job like your siblings did and now they're treating you like a prodigy. thinking about it made you feel bitter, to make it worse, the alcohol started to kick in.

you were in your apartment, wide awake at one in the morning due to a sudden urge to write a song. around you were cans of beer scattered on the floor, with the hope that it can help you think of creative ideas but honestly, it's all what you have in your fridge.

finishing a can, you tossed it on a pile of empty beer cans as you shifted your attention to your laptop screen. deleting one line after another—unsatisfied with the words. beside it was also your notebook where you usually write songs but you were still stuck. the urge was strong yet no matter you do, the output didn't feel good enough.

frustrated, you grabbed a pillow from the couch and hurled it across the living room, knocking a box out of place. with a groan, you stood up, set the box right, and started picking up its contents. but when you saw what it was, you froze.

it was pictures of the past. a good memory now leaving bitter feelings whenever you remember it. you shouldn't but you did. you looked at the pictures that consisted of either places or a certain woman. the woman that were once the inspiration of your songs and the one that fueled your passion for music.

"huh yunjin..."

you mumbled as you stared at a photo of her, holding an umbrella and looking back at you. you remembered how you'd always carry a camera whenever you two went on dates, wanting to capture every moment to look back on. now, you traced the dusty photograph with your fingers, the smile on her face a painful reminder of a beautiful past.

you went on a couple of pictures and stopped on the last picture that was at the very bottom of the box. the photograph taken just a week before the beautiful story ended. her smile was so wide that it shocked your whole world when she came to you and ended your relationship. you asked yourself, 'what went wrong?' yet the answer was clear.

you both lived in the same world, yet her life was much harder than yours. you didn’t have thousands of people watching your every move, criticizing each mistake. you didn’t feel the pressure to be perfect, to look like a doll every day. you didn’t have a management controlling every aspect of your life. those were the things you didn’t have—things yunjin did. but despite it all, your relationship blossomed and sailed… until it didn’t.

reminiscing about it caused tears to well up in your eyes. a chuckle escapes your mouth followed with a sigh as you sniff.

"well that was a good two years of sunshines and rainbows..." you said, staring at the pictures scattered on the floor.

you stood up, almost loosing you balance and wobbled your way to the fridge—the alcohol taking over your whole system. grabbing another beer, you slumped on your sofa and took a chug of the drink. you looked at the fogged up window, rain hitting it creating soft thuds. you've always like the comfort of the rain but now you hate it. because it reminded you that no one will give you warmth in the cold weather like she used to. you shook your head as your thoughts drifted drifted her again.

"i'm so fucking lonely..." you said followed by a deep sigh.

you reached for your phone, hoping to have a friend that's still awake at this hour to accompany you in the lonely night. you scrolled through your seemingly endless list of contacts but stopped abruptly when your eyes caught a number you haven't contacted for a while.

your fingers hovered above the number as you hesitated on calling it or not. it must've been the alcohol because now you're looking at a ringing screen, her photo smiling at you while your phone rings���waiting for the other end to pick up.

your eyes widened and you panicked—causing your phone to slip from your grip.

"shit!" you cursed and hurriedly picked up your phone to cancel the call but it was already answered.

you gasped and slapped a hand to your mouth.

"y/n?"

oh how much you missed that voice calling your name. if not for the shock, you would've teared up hearing her voice. you hurriedly pressed the end button and tossed your phone on the coffee table.

"good god..." you said and downed a whole can of beer.

well it was a bad idea because now you're really drunk and lonely and the rain wasn't making it any better. you accidentally called your ex, heard her voice and now you miss her.

☆

yunjin looked at her phone with confusion as she sat in her bed. she had just gotten out of a warm shower after practicing for their upcoming comeback. setting the phone down, she stared at the wall as she let her thoughts run. from their upcoming comeback and how it would do, her thoughts drifted to you. a sad sigh escaping her mouth as her eyes landed on a jacket she hung. the one she wore when she broke things off.

she regretted it, yes, but she had no choice. your relationship was starting to fail when she got busy for their last comeback. fights were becoming frequent when she'd snap at the smallest things due to lack of rest and the pressure of their comeback. that time their group was also under heavy criticism due to a simple mistake that added fuel to the fire. her management urged her to end her relationship to protect their group incase someone leaks your relationship. yunjin didn't want to hurt you and ruin your career so she did the regrettable.

hanging her head down, she let her tears fall and let the feelings pour out as the rain drowned out the sound. sometimes, she'd wish she was stronger and fought for your relationship, for you.

her cries were cut off when her phone rang, flinching in surprise, she looked at who was calling her at this time. seeing that it was your number again, she immediately grabbed her phone. her finger hesitating to press the answer button yet did it anyway and she immediately heard your soft sniffles and your shaky breath.

"can you come over? i need you right now." you softly whispered through the phone.

your soft voice that used to whisper sweet nothings to her, your soft voice that would sing to her heart whenever you'd serenade her and the voice that she misses so much. it was enough to put her on her feet and storm out of her room.

looking at her phone, you had ended the call. she sighed and speed-walked to the front door when her leader called her.

"yunjin? where are you headed to this late?" chaewon asked, crossing her arms.

yunjin pursed her lip, deciding to lie or not before answering.

"y/n...she called and said she needed me.." the leader uncrossed her arm, brow raised in confusion.

"and you'd risk getting caught by dispatch over a call?" chaewon stared at her red-haired member who held a pleading expression. she sighed and waved yunjin off, walking towards her room.

"just don't get caught and use the manager's car. i'll talk to him for you." a smile broke in yunjin's lips as she eagerly nodded and jogged to grab the car key from the drawer.

"will do!" yunjin whisper yelled and put on a disguise. a good old hat and mask, tying her hair neatly under her hat—hiding her recognisable red hair.

☆

you were lying on the cold floor, eyes staring at the ceiling—which had remnants of the past. a masking tape you placed to hold the balloons when you surprised yunjin on her birthday. you forgot to take that off and now seeing it made all the memories flood your mind.

your eyes shifted to your phone that was held loosely by your left hand. you grimaced at how you let yourself go and drunk called your ex. a groan escapes your mouth as you writhe on the ground in embarrassment.

a ring on your doorbell knocked you off your actions— making you confused and scared. it's already two in the morning and you weren't expecting any visitors—unless you were thinking of how you called your ex to come over but it's impossible. there's no way she'd come over.

a ring resounded again and it made you stand up, wobbling to it. getting a grip on the doorknob, you twisted it and opened the brown door. all sense of security leaving your alcohol-drowned brain.

a masked person stood before you, eyes locking with yours. you swear you've seen those dark brown eyes before but you just can't remember where and when. the person took off their mask and you let out the most audible gasp. it seemed to make you slightly sober because you immediately pulled the person in and closed the door.

"yunjin? what are you doing here? you might get seen!" you said and immediately let go of your grip on her wrist. you didn't really expect her to come over.

finding the situation quite awkward, you stepped a good steps back. yunjin looked at you and chuckled softly.

"were you drinking?" she asked.

"no." her eyes shifted to the mess behind you then back to yours before raising a brow.

"yes." you sighed and she shook her head.

walking past you, she went to the kitchen and grabbed a plastic bag. her familiarity with your place making you remember the days where she'd spend the night over and cook you delicious meals that you miss.

your eyes followed her as she went to the living room and picked up the empty beer cans on the ground. feeling guilty over her cleaning your mess, you walked into the living room and took the plastic from her—making her look at you.

"i'll clean it myself." you said but she took it from you.

"no, i'll take care of this. you go take a shower and then sleep." you looked at her as she continued cleaning your mess while you stood there watching her.

there she goes again, making you feel things with her actions. a trait of hers that you fell so hard for. but now, it only made your heart wrench in pain.

hearing your silence, yunjin stopped and looked up at you. eyes widening at the tears streaming down your face. dropping the plastic, yunjin got up and went to you, holding your face as she wiped the tears from your eyes with her thumb.

you chuckled bitterly.

"why are you doing this? we're not together anymore. exes don't wipe their ex's tears." you bitterly said, making yunjin stop and let go of you.

"right..." she nodded and stepped back.

"exes also don't call their ex saying to come over because you need them." yunjin retorted making you lock eyes with her.

"can you blame me? you came into my life, rocked my world and left me with these memories i wanted to forget so bad." yunjin's eyes widened at your words as you stood there breathing heavily.

"i wanted to beg to you to come back... i felt so alone that no matter what i do—i just can't fill the hole you left in my heart." tears welled in yunjin's eyes.

"i..oh god..i'm sorry..." yunjin cried as she closed the gap between you and held your face, wiping tears with her thumb.

"please...just for tonight...let me love you again..." you plead, eyes looking back at hers for a response.

the red haired girl nodded and without wasting time, you closed the distance between you—lips crashing against each other. you tasted the tears that you've both shed as you shared a passionate kiss filled with longing for each other.

your arms snaked around her neck as hers circled smoothly to your waist, pulling you even closer. as your lungs burned at the lack of oxygen, yunjin pulled away—foreheads against each other as you both pant heavily.

"i might get drunk with all the beer you've drunk." yunjin commented making you chuckle.

"oh yeah?" you said and leaned for a kiss, smiling against her lips that you missed so much.

lost in the heat of the kiss, you failed to realize that you were now against the wall, her hand trapping you in her tall build whilst the other held your waist. a once passionate kiss turned into something more when yunjin pulled away to breathe and you saw the hungry look in her eyes.

"fuck this." you said and pulled her to the sofa, pushing her against the soft cushion—straddling her immediately.

as if automatic, her hands landed on your hips and pulled you closer to her. looking up at you with an intense, hungry gaze like a predator ready to pounce on her prey—you. pushing your face to hers, your lips danced together emitting sloppy sounds with your soft sighs and moans.

yunjin bit your lip, eliciting a moan from you—music to her ears. taking this chance to invade your mouth with her tongue who danced with yours leaving you breathless. her lips parted from your mouth and trailed kisses from your jaw to your neck.

she softly bit your neck, earning a moan from you. her lips went to your sensitive spot which she knows by heart and began abusing your skin, biting it softly then kissing it. controlled by her lust and hunger, she failed to realize that she'd been sucking on it. once she's done, she released your skin with a pop as she pulled away—looking at the red marks on your neck that are starting to darken a bit.

proud at her 'art', her attention went to your hungry gaze and now swollen lips that are begging for her care. she decided to tease you for a bit, ghosting her lips just a mere centimeter away from yours—watching as you squirm and push your head against hers. you hungrily kissed her, your tongue invading hers but was quickly dominated by her.

the heat becoming too much, you pulled away as you quickly removed your shirt—yunjin helped you so. lips crashing immediately as you threw it somewhere in your room. her lips parted from yours again and ventured beneath your neck, lightly nipping on your skin. her mouth just above your mounds making you whimper when she teasingly licked on the skin.

your eyes met hers, and you just knew where this kiss would lead—a path of no return, one you’d likely regret in the morning. but the thought barely lingered, drowned out by the intoxicating pull of her lips. drunk in her kisses, you leaned in again, letting her warmth consume you.

the world outside blurred as the glass windows fogged up, a hazy testament to the clash of warmth and cold. under the drizzling rain, her lips met yours in a heated frenzy—a desperate attempt to fill the fractures in your hearts. it was a kiss that erased everything but the two of you, a kiss that begged to mend what was broken, if only for a fleeting moment... or maybe, just maybe, forever.

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halo im back after being gone for almost a week. i made this about three days ago but lost the inspiration to finish it until now so here ya go.

[midnightlizard]

Kara Danvers x gn!spidey! reader

Love square

Summary: Kara loves the reader, but they're in love with Supergirl. None of them knows who the other secretly is. (it's basically the miraculous plot if you've ever seen it)

Warnings: nothing really. Reader has Spiderman powers but the superhero name (Y/S/N) is not specified

Word count: 5080

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It was a quiet night out in the streets, you already swung over the city a couple of times looking for people getting robbed, attacked or even murdered. But to everyone's luck, except maybe yours, National City was very peaceful tonight.

Hanging from a streetlight, you were pondering ending your patrol and just going back to bed, until you noticed something small moving out of the corner of your eye.

It didn't trigger your senses but you still decided to get on the ground to check it out.

What seemed to be now a small animal shierked away from the sudden movement, hiding under a bench.

Looking through the cracks of the wood you saw a pair of yellow eyes looking back at you.

"come here kitty, come come" you knelt on the cement, trying to get it to come to you. Surprisingly enough, it slowly advanced, coming out to sniff your outstretched fingers.

"oh sorry baby I have no food with me" but thankfully the cat didn't seem to mind, as it started headbutting your hand in search of cuddles. Now that it was under the light you could see its black fur and white spots, that made it look like it had socks on and a mustache.

"ahw look at you, you're so cute!" he wasn't wearing a collar, but you could tell he was a boy.

Between finding the best place to pet him and thinking how you could sneak him into your apartment at this hour without anyone noticing, you suddenly felt a shiver run down your spine and heard a gunshot a second later.

"sorry baby, got to go" you hurriedly said, and the cat almost seemed to miss your touch as you sprung into action, shooting a web at the nearest building and launching yourself into the air, swinging towards the sound.

When you arrived, not too long after, all you could see was a big red cape twirling around and three men around it.

There she was, the girl of steel, in all of her glory, fighting bad guys and not breaking a sweat. They didn't seem too dangerous and you both knew she could handle them herself. But that way you wouldn't get a chance to flirt with her.

You silently crawled the walls, as to not alert the men, and with every bad guy she sent flying into the air, you trapped them with your webs.

"what took you so long?" she asked, removing dust from her hands.

"I was with a kitty! I came as soon as I heard" you leaned close to her face "why, you missed me?"

"not a chance spidey" she put a hand on your cheeck and turned your head the other way. "where is the woman?" she took a step back, searching around. When her gaze turned to you, she saw your head tilted to the side in confusion, and decided to explain.

"there was a woman with them, they were trying to rob her, I jumped in but she must have escaped. Did you not see anyone on your way here?"

Even tho she couldn't see it, you smiled and shook your head "sorry beautiful, but you're the only woman I see" that made her groan out loud, though you knew she wasn't seriously bothered by it.

Since the moment you two met, you were instantly drawn to the blonde, to the confidence in her steps and the undeniable sweetness of her heart, and the fact that she was gorgeous was definitely a plus.

And from the first moment you decided to make it clear, you were never one to hide your feelings no matter the nature, hence the constant flirting.

Unfortunately, she never seemed to return the sentiment, turning you down every single time claiming she already had someone in her heart.

"I need to take them to the police station" she replied, ignoring the flattery "wanna help me bug?"

"You know" you started, already attatching two of the men on your back "for someone who insists on refusing me, you sure like using pet names"

You didn't give her time to reply when you gave her a mask covered kiss on the cheeck "race you there sweetheart" and with that, you started swinging, leaving her to scoff and pick up the remaining criminal.

The rest of the night went by smoothly, with only a couple of people speeding at a red light, but you weren't a traffic vigilante, so you didn't intervene.

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It was almost five a.m. when you got back to your apartment. You went to check on your phone, not really expecting anyone to text you during the night. Much to your surprise, someone did.

Two hours ago, almost at the time you met supergirl, Kara texted you. It was nothing really, she just said how excited she was for your lunch plans for tomorrow, but it still made you laugh that she felt the need to say that in the middle of night.

Throwing your phone back on the nightstand, you took your suit off and got into bed, trying to get as much sleep as possible, to not look like a zombie in front of your friend.

- - -

Turns out, she looked just as sleepy as you. In fact, as soon as you two sat down at noonas, she let out a big yawn, covering her mouth with her hand "sorry, I didn't get much sleep last night" she apologized, light blush on her cheeks.

"oh I believe it" you said, picking up the menu "with texting me in the middle of the night and stuff"

Had you not been so focused on what to order, you probably would have noticed the darker shade of red that took over her face. "yea I was uhm, I couldn't sleep and I was thinking about it"

"We could have met another day, I wouldn't want you to fall asleep on me" you stated jokingly but she instantly started shaking her head.

"No! No, I mean, we haven't seen each other in a long time and I wanted to see you. Besides, I'm fine, really"

You almost wanted to laugh at her eagerness, she always managed to look cute without ever trying to. While on the other side of the table, Kara felt so embarrassed she wanted to fly away and never come back.

You resumed talking after the waiter came for your orders "You wanted to see me? You need something?"

yea to be your girlfriend.

"No it's, it's about next week's game night" she seemed to take a breath, pondering her next words "I was wondering if you could come earlier to uh, to help me prepare"

You squinted your eyes at her request, she never wanted any help setting things up, and she always ordered take out so it's not like she needed help in the kitchen.

Taking your silence as an answer, she started fidgeting with her hands. "Yea you're probably busy sorry, don't know why I-"

Kara stopped mid sentence, feeling your hand on hers. "No it's okay hun of course I can, I was just confused." she just nodded, raising her free hand to adjust her glasses.

When your food arrived, you removed your hand and the blonde immediately missed your warmth.

Nothing special happened after that, except for Kara blushing one too many times for her liking.

Once you two finished she had to excuse herself to run back to the office, before Cat would notice she's late. She went to reach for her purse but you stopped her, wrapping your hand gently around her wrist.

"Today it's on me beautiful"

If she hadn't felt her knees buckle at the petname and at your smile, she probably would have been more stubborn; instead Kara just hangs with her mouth open and nods, quickly running away.

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As soon as she entered the building, she was told by an intern that Cat was looking for her, so with a heavy sigh she ran into her office.

"Is the article I asked you last week-" she asked as soon as Kara got in, sending the blonde a slight glare "finally ready?"

Kara pushed her glasses up "Yes miss Grant, I just need to fix the layout" and she was about to add something, but the breaking news report displayed on the big screens behind Cat caught both of their attention. It was about a bank robbery (Y/S/N) alone just thwaterd.

With an intrigued glint in her eyes, the CEO turned her head to face her employee. "amusing, isn't it? Just a few months ago we all thought they were just Supergirl's side kick, turns out they're equals."

Hearing a scoff coming out from the blonde, she raised an eyebrow "you don't think so, Keera?"

"Of course they're a hero and they're saving people but they're definitely not like Supergirl" taking her boss' silence as a question she continued, and the words left her mouth before she could ponder them.

"Supergirl is serious and wants to get it over as quickly and as efficiently as possible, but they always plays around and get distracted constantly, and they're not serious at all."

"You seem to know a lot about them" she leaned forward, with her arms on her desk, and not caring about the blonde's stuttered excuse, she shrugged her shoulders "well considering you and supergirl are basically best friends"

Kara found a way to get out of this situation "yea she talked to me about them a coup-"

"I want to interview them. Give your current article to Jim or Finn," who was probably Winn "and get me that interview as soon as possible. They've never been in a real interview so it will be a scoop."

Knowing she couldn't even try to argue with the CEO, she nodded her head "you'll have it miss Grant" and got out of her office.

- - -

"what do I do Alex? It's not like I can go as Supergirl and ask them, they'll know something is up and will probably figure out who I am."

Unlike for (Y/S/N), where no one knew who they were, a lot of people knew who Supergirl was, and Kara thought it would be better if no more people knew about her other identity, and that meant hiding from you too, both of you.

"You're giving them a lot credit, I thought you thought they were dumb?" Alex asked with a small smile on her lips.

The kryptonian raised her head from the couch of her apartment, where it was previously buried, and looked at her sister with a frown. "They annoy me because they play around too much and constantly flirt with me but I never said they were dumb, they're actually really smart, and a good hero."

Alex has worked a lot with you so Kara knew she was just joking, but for some reason she still felt the need to defend you. The agent looked at the blonde before suggesting her idea "what if I ask them? They know you're my sister and it wouldn't be weird that I want to help you with your super demanding boss."

"mhh yea, that could work." a soft smile appeared on her lips "Thanks Alex"

Alex just nodded, waving her hand around dismissively. "More importantly," she started again, with a glint in her eyes that made Kara fear of what she was going to say "how did it go with (Y/N)? Are you two a thing yet?"

She started laughing as soon as she heard her sister's loud groan. "ugh I knew you were gonna ask that"

"you didn't tell them, did you?" Alex leaned her arm on the backrest of the couch, leaning her head on her arm.

"I mean I tried to" she glared at her sister's laugh, but she knew she couldn't really blame her "I just, stutter so much around them they must think I'm stupid"

"Ahw I'm sure they don't Kara" she stopped her teasing to reassure the kryptonian "first of all, you two are friends before anything else, second of all they're such a sweet guy they'd never think of you like that"

She stopped for a second, seeing the hopeful gaze in her sister's eyes "and most importantly, I'm sure they like you back, with all the pet names they give you."

"that doesn't mean anything, they call everyone by a nickname"

"you're the only one they call beautiful or pretty or honey or sweetheart or-"

"okay I get I get it" the flustered blonde hid her head between the pillows of the couch, face red from the tip of the nose to the top of the ears, just by thinking of all the times you called her any of these names.

"I mean...(Y/S/N) uses those on me too" the kryptonian resumed, and for some reason the blush didn't leave her cheeks.

- - -

Two days later, you sprinted from your house all the way to the D.E.O. and landed on the balcony, running to find Alex.

You started looking around, the big screens that often showed info about the mission were turned off with no one around, but that's not what caught your attention. Supergirl was nowhere in sight, she must have been called in too right? Unless she couldn't come.

When you noticed dark brown hair sitting at a chair from afar, you got into the director's office, probably breaking the handle with the sheer force you used.

Alex turned her head to look at you.

"What's going on Alex? Where's Supergirl? Is she okay?" The agent got up from her seat to face you.

"Calm down (Y/S/N), she's fine nothing happened" she reassured you "I just need your help with something"

Even though she couldn't see your face, frustration could be heard from your tone. "Nothing happened? You sent me a 911 signal" your shourlders slumped.

"yea because I need your help now"

You loudly groaned, though you were mostly grateful nothing serious happened, especially to Supergirl. "What do you need short Danvers?"

Making fun of her was a privilege you could only have while wearing your suit, given you were normally afraid of her.

Knowing you had the upper hand with your powers, and that it was all just playful teasing, she let it go, voicing her need. "My sister needs to get her boss an interview with you and she knows I work with you and supergirl so she asked for my help"

You opened your mouth to agree but closed it right after, thinking you could get something out of this too. "If I agree to the interview-"

"oh my god" Alex rolled her eyes "I'm not getting Supergirl to go on a date with you"

You loudly laughed at that, everyone knew where your head was at. "that's not what I was going to say!" you took a brief pause "but if that's what your offering..."

She crossed her arms, raising her brow, successfully shutting you up.

"I want to know who she-"

"definitely not" she interrupted you.

"oh come on, why not?" you move your hands in the air "you know who she is, John knows who she is, even Winn knows!"

"It's just safer this way spider, don't argue with me" her excuse didn't really hold up but you let it go for now, it should be Supergirl's call after all.

"fine" you rolled you eyes. And besides, "when's the interview?" you couldn't say no to Kara.

- - -

The next day you were on the roof of CatCo, your legs dangling off the edge.

"oh good you're here" you turned around at the sound of Kara's voice.

"your sister said you needed me" you got closer to her.

"yes hi" she replied quickly "but I will not be the one doing the interview, my boss Cat will" she glanced at the door. "but I need to tell you a few things first"

With a confused look, not that she could see it, you shrugged your shoulders, letting her go on "okay first" she took a big breath, speaking rapidly after that "do not let her drag you into her office, she will have the upper hand and you will not be able to withold information. Second, do not answer any personal life question, no matter how useless you think they are, she could always use them to find out who you really are. Third, don't even think-"

"with all due respect, my lady" you stopped her rant with your hands on her shoulders, and she regained her breath with a slight glare. The reason for it was unkown to you. "I am the superhero between us, so I know what I can and can't say"

And she didin't have time to rebut when she suddenly heard heels clicking their way up the stairs, making her jump away from you.

"Keera, glad to see you were able to do what I asked"

"isn't it Kara?" you spoke loudly, faking innocence, wanting to correct the older woman without being too obvious.

The woman gave you look, but didn't say anything. "can you leave us alone?" she turned to the reporter "I'd like to interview them alone"

- - -

The interview went well, you think, you didn't say anything about yourself and ended up following Kara's instructions. You thought about telling her how it went, but as you got to her desk you noticed her bag and jacket were gone.

"where did Kara go?" you stopped Winn is his steps, knowing he wouldn't be surprised by your presence.

"oh she went home early. She had a thing with (Y/N)- a friend" he corrected himself, thinking you wouldn't know them.

You forrowed your brows, but when your eyes landed on the clock hung on the wall you felt a shiver run down your spine. You were very late. You should have been at Kara's huose over half an hour ago.

You let out an exasperated sigh, "great- uh, I have to- I have to go now. I''l see you at- the DEO...soon?"

Winn only looked at you weirdly but he didin't have time to respond before you patted his shoulder and jumped out of the window, drawing some curious looks.

If Winn didin't know about your crush for supergirl, he'd probably thing you were jelous of yourself.

- - -

After picking up the backpack you left in one of the allies near Catco, you quickly put on some clothes, hiding your suit. You run up the stairs to Kara's apartment, frantically knocking on her door, still breathless and with your hair messy.

She had been pacing around the room for quite a while now so she quickly opened the door to your apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry I'm late love, I had a work thing and I thought about getting you something but it would have just been worse so I didn't"

You tried to explain, but to be honest her mind was still on how cute you looked with your cheeks flushed and how you breathlessly called her "love".

"oh it's fine. It doesn't matter now" she said letting you in, closing the door behind you.

"why? I thought you wanted help with something?" you shrugged your coat off, standing in the middle of the room. Hearing footsteps behind you, you turned around, your eyes meeting Alex's.

"hi, I didn't know you were coming here earlier too" you said, going in for a hug.

"she didn't come here early" Kara answered with a light edge to her tone, going into the kitchen.

"did you forget?" Alex whispered, and her tone wasn't as harsh, but it did sound like she wanted to scold you. It couldn't have been that serious, right?

You shook your head "no I told her I got caugth up in-" James knocking on the door stopped you, and soon after everyone else was there.

- - -

The night was going on smoothly, except for the fact that Kara didn't seat next to you like always, and she was persistent on avoiding your gaze, even tho you could feel her looking at you from time to time. She seemed to fidget more with her hands than usual, so you were sure something was up.

Thinking that asking Alex was not an option, you leaned towards Lena, whispering in her ear when it wasn't her turn to play.

"you know what's wrong with Kara?" she subtly turned to look at you, her lips in a thin line, she didn't need to look at her best friend to know what was going on inside her head.

"she's been like this all night, did she tell you anything?" you pleaded

Said blonde jumped up from the couch, claiming she was going to get another round of snacks and went into the kitchen. The Luthor gave you a nod, silently prompting you to follow the kryptonian, and as you got up to do so, you felt another pair of eyes on you.

You quietly made your way over, Kara's back facing you while she got herself a glass of water.

"uh are you okay?" you uttered, leaning on the counter so you could see her face "I noticed you were acting a bit..strange" you lowered your head, but she was once again avoiding looking at you, using her glass as a distraction.

"did something happen at work?" you met Cat, so you woulnd't be surprised "or-" you gulped, you'd hate to be the reason why she was acting like this "-are you mad I got here late?"

She slammed the glass back on the counter letting a few drops spill out, surprising herself when it didn't break. Kara took a deep breath, before replying "I'm not mad at you, (Y/N)" but it was really hard to believe it.

"okay, then what is it?" you got closer, putting your hand on hers, so she would look at you, and she did. The reporter raised her head, her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth agape, as if she was thinking on what to say. But when nothing came up she resumed to looking at your conjoined hands.

Kara could feel her wrist burning from your hold, and all the whispers and heartbeats she could hear from the other room prevented her from thinking.

"come with me"

You followed her closely, making up a stupid excuse on why you're exiting the apartment, even if none of your friends seemed surprised.

Kara brought you all the way to the roof, and still hasn't uttered a word. And you let her, giving her time.

But after a minute of silence and her pacing around you got in front of her, making her almost bump into you.

"Kara" You called "it's just me. What's going on?"

You smiled in reassurance, but she just forrowed her brows, letting out a big sigh. That wasn't much you could do to help her if she didn't talk unfortunately, you could only look at her.

Look at how her hair was slowly coming out of her ponytail due to the wind, how her eyebrows were so close together you were surprised she hasn't got a headache yet, and how her eyes seemed darker under this light.

And this sight was so familiar, but it didn't feel like you were looking at Kara, not really.

"I know what you want to tell me" you breathed out, and the fact she was looking at your lips is probably the only reason why she was able to hear you.

"you do?"

"yea" you smiled, shaking your head in disbelief "I can't believe I was so blind"

She felt her cheeks heat up, but her heart fell right out of her chest with your next words.

"you're Supergirl"

The super profusely tried to deny it, claiming you drank too much or had a wide imagination. Even going as far as commenting "I wish"

"oh" you raised your brows "so you don't have super strength, laser eyes, ice breath, and you can't fly?"

"no oh my god I could never be her" she let out a shaky laugh, adjusting the glasses on her nose, you couldn't believe they deceived you for such a long time.

You started walking around, getting closer to the edge "mhh you're right, I just thought because you're blonde you might be her" you reasoned, pointing to your hair.

"not the only blonde in National City" she replied and shrug her shoulders, hoping you would just drop the subject, the idea of expressing her feelings long gone.

"such a shame" you were able to see Kara turning on her heels in your peripheral vision "I really hope the real Supergirl comes to my rescue then"

She couldn't have spun her head around faster, but you were already out of sight, falling down the building.

The kryptonian shouted your name, jumping off the edge using her powers. When she couldn't see you anywhere she started panicking even more.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N) where are you?"

"behind you, beautiful" You were smirking with your arms crossed, your feet glued to the wall, steadily keeping you in place.

"what were you thinking about, jumping like that, you could have died, how are you even-" she said it all in one breath, stopping only when a look of realization took over her face.

"I've never seen Kara so pissed at me, it's new"

She let out a big groan, and not sparing you another glance, she got back onto the roof, you following after her.

"were you ever planning on telling me?" she squinted her eyes

"I mean, were you? You and your sister always made sure to tell me how I should keep my identity a secret"

"that's different, I didn't know it was you" she knew she wasn't making any sense, but her brain wasn't working properly at the moment, her heart still hasn't recovered from the scare you gave her, and she had so many things to process.

"come here" you took both of her hands in yours, bringing her closer to you. "I know who you are and you know who I am, doesn't that just mean we can trust each other more?" you offered, running your thumbs along the skin, effectively calming her down.

"I've always trusted you, even when I didn't know who was hiding behind the mask"

"oh, oh I'm sorry" her smile turned into a face of confusion "is it Kara or Supergirl talking? because I know Supergirl would never say something so sweet to me" that earned you a slap to the shoulder.

She rolled her eyes "shut up I take it back, we both think you're annoying"

But you didn't laugh with her, something else occupying your thoughts.

"do you like me, Kara?" you took a step closer, and she didn't have it in herself to take a step back. "you always say it's useless to flirt because there's someone else in your heart and I never asked, but now I'm asking you" you took a brief pause "do you like me?"

She sighed, knowing she couldn't lie to you anymore, so she slightly nodded, curling her eyebrows.

"but you like Supergirl"

"you are Supergirl" you answered matter of factly, but you had a feeling you knew what she was getting at.

"I like her because she has the biggest heart I have ever seen, she' s passionate about her job, both of her jobs, I love how her cape bounces around as she walks and how she can't seem to keep her glasses from falling off"

You brought your hand up her chin, making her look at you, while your other hand adjusted said glasses.

"I've always liked you Kara, all of you, I just thought of this part of you too much of a friend to notice"

Kara was totally hanging from your lips at this point, not only because she was looking at them.

You leaned your head down as she circled the hand that held her face.

"can I kiss you?" you murmured, making her nod vigorously.

"please"

It only took you half a second to close the distance, and you instantly felt Kara reciprocating the kiss, moving her lips against yours in an almost desperate demeanor. Her other hand gripped your shirt to pull you closer and when she felt you fingers on her sweater she gasped lightly.

you broke the kiss after a minute with a bite to her bottom lip, making her let out another small sound and left her chasing after you.

She blinked quickly a few times after she recovered, a deep blush still present on her cheeks. "I like you, too" the blonde replied breathlessly and slowly lowered her hands, not sure what to do with them.

"yea i guessed that" you teased, stealing another kiss.

Soon after that you two decided to head back, after Kara told you everyone knew she was planing on telling you today, and thanking you for the interview.

When you got back into the apartment everyone suddenly stopped talking and looked at you.

"so, did you two kiss?" it was of course Winn who broke the silence, voicing all of their thoughts. You looked over at Kara, and seeing her flushed face, you decided to answer, nodding.

"and I know she's Supergirl" you added, trying to ease the mild akwardness

"and I know you're (Y/S/N)" she retorted, not realizing what she said until she heard gasps all over the small apartment

"Kara!" you tightened your grip on her hand for a second, but she could see you weren't really annoyed. Various confused questions followed your statement, Alex's voice sounding above them

"so, the person who likes to make fun of me and never does as I say" she crossed her arms, letting her lips curve into a smirk as she watched you get behind the krytponian, now aware of the strenght she possessed.

"you know, you should probably focus on something else" you spoke up from behind Kara's shoulder, while gripping the end of her sweater "why don't we go back to the game, you were winning right? isn't it right Kara?"

Said woman smiled at your antics, playfully rolling her eyes "let them go Alex, you can torture them another day"

"no she can't" you tried to argue, but the brunette was already off to get another bear from the fridge.

You suddenly felt the sweater slipping away from your grip, and lowered your head to find Kara now looking at you, with a small smile on her lips.

"come on, let's go play" she pulled on your hand, making you follow her.

She did seat next to you now, still stealing glances when she thought you wouldn't notice, and instantly looking down every time you caught her.

Kara Danvers Masterlist - Supergirl Masterlist

General Masterlist

[enchantedlov3r]

Dom!Ellie x KittyReader? I think this song fits more into Ellie's pov especially when she's making sure to put in KittyReader's brain just how much of a tease she is.

I would love to execute this and go overboard if that's ok? thanks! mwah!

Can be found in masterlist as: more than a fucking friend

ellie was so overprotective of you. constantly wanting to be with you and make sure your safe.

not exactly control you, ellie never wanted that, more so she wanted you just all to herself.

you can freely be you because that's what she wants. is for you to be comfortable and be free to be whoever you are.

but she knew that if she confessed her feelings to you, she would be friendzoned.

yea sure you kissed her on the cheek a lot, and slapped her ass or hugged her behind her waist, it doesn't mean that you are in love with her.

your just gonna say you wanna be friends. and that's what hurt ellie, she didn't wanna hear you say those words to her.

so she kept being that friend that was secretly in love with her best friend.

until one night completely changed her mind.

it was an event at the grand hall in jackson. loads of people were there to party, drink, dance, and mingle.

ellie stood back and kept watch of you while also talking to jesse.

"i always hated these things." Jesse said. ellie snorted and sipped on her drink. "yea, tell me about it." she says.

she puts her drink down and watches you dancing from afar with dina. she bites her lip looking at you sway your hips.

"someone's hungry." jesse says with a smirk as he nudges ellie with his shoulder.

"huh? what oh uhm n-no, totally not pshh, nah i'm not like hun-" she stutters before getting cut off by jesse.

"she's a beautiful girl ellie, if you want her, go after her. I know the look of love and craving when I see it. that was me with dina." he says before his smile slightly fades

"thanks. hey cheer up. I give it a week before she's running back to you, trust me. Me and y/n have been trying to get you guys together for the longest." she says to try and cheer jesse up.

"really? thanks ellie!" jesse says taking a sip of his drink. ellie smiles at him before answering. "no problem."

"speaking of the angels, here they both come now." jesse whisperes to ellie.

ellie and jesse both sit up straighter now as you both smile at them.

"ellie, may I have this dance?" you say holding out your hand to ellie. she takes it and smiles.

"Certainly I didn't forget your dance partner, dina. Dance with jesse dina! have fun you two!" you say smiling behind your shoulder.

"your so obvious." ellie says with a chuckle. her face warm with a pink blush as you drag her to the dance floor.

"what, they need to act like adults! were not kids anymore." you say as you wrap ellies arms around your waist.

you rest your arms around her neck and smile. "I have one teeny tiny question." you say to her.

'oh no, what could it be' ellie thinks. "ok, what it is it?" ellie asks.

"How bad do I smell?" you say giggling at her reaction. she sniffs you and makes a face. you laugh and hit her shoulder.

"Like a big pile of trash." ellie responds with a smile. you laugh and hit her softly again.

"Oh really? well how's this?" you say as you rub your face on hers and run your hands down her neck.

ellie smirks at that and scoffs. "ewwww! that's just gross." she says.

"oh well, to bad ellie." you say to her as you nestle your face into her neck.

"uhm, every guy in this room is staring at you right now." ellie says her eyes scanning the room.

"maybe there staring at you." you whisper in her ear. she shakes her head lightly. "nope, definitely you."

"well maybe they're just jealous of you." you whisper in her ear again. you smile before snuggling into her neck again.

"I'm just a girl, not a threat." ellie says as she holds you a little tighter. you look at her and move a piece of hair from out of her face.

"oh els, I think they should be terrified of you..." you say seductively before slowly gazing down to her lips.

she looks at your lips as well and you lean in and kiss her.

'woah, what the fuck is happening right now.' ellie thought that night.

you actually fucking kissed her. she was blown away. but obviously not all fairytale scenes have happy endings.

"Hey" a guy says.

he looks at you both with utter anger, hate and disgust. you laugh and look at ellie.

when he doesn't move you stop laughing and grab ellies hand, "ok." you say.

you guys walk off and he speaks up, "you know, this is an event! there's children here!" he yells.

"oh yea, and your setting such a wonderful example dickhead." you bark back at him.

oh yea, just what this town needs, another loud mouthed dyke." he says.

you freeze and so does ellie. yet, ellie is the first to react, "what the fuck did you just say?" she yells as she storms towards the guy while you trail infront of her to try and stop the altercation.

luckily joel steps in and maria and tommy as well. you drag ellie off and walk out of the building together.

"sorry about that guy. seth can be a real dickhead." ellie speaks first to break the silence.

you hum and respond, "it's ok, i'm just glad my best friend was there to defend me." you say with a tight-lipped smile.

ellie sighs and let's go of your hand, she stops walking and runs her hands down her face.

"I hate when you do that you know?" ellie say. she takes a deep breath so she doesn't get angry. last thing she wants to do is yell at you and make you cry.

"w-when I do what els, I-I don't understand." you say confused at her sudden moodchange.

"look, I don't wanna be your fucking friend. I wanna be more than a fucking friend to you. fuck- baby, I love you, i'm in love with you. I mean you just fucking kissed me and your still calling me a friend." ellie says looking straight into your eyes.

ellie starts pacing now running a hand through her soft auburn hair. you look at her with glossy eyes.

"I-I am in love with you too els." you say making ellie's pacing stop as she turns and looks at you.

"I never knew how to tell you so I t-tried to show you. kissing you on the cheek, slapping your very sexy ass." you say with a chuckle, "and hugging you from behind and always giving you a peck on your neck? Like that didn't strike you a little that I was smitten about you?" you ask

ellie's eyes widen as she looks back at all the things you did that weren't exactly friend like. problem was, she didn't wanna believe it.

that someone as beautiful as you would want someone as weird as her. she looked past all the good concepts and went straight to overthinking about the bad ones.

"I mean, I thought you were implying something, but I always thought the negative, and I didn't wanna embarrass myself back then so... I ignored the obvious signs in front of me. I'm sorry." ellie says walking closer to you and holding your face in her hands.

"your such a tease though... did you know that?" ellie says with a smirk on her face as she brings her face closer to yours.

"w-what, h-how-?" you stutter. you try to stand your ground and act all tough but it fades when you see the look in ellie's eyes.

"nah, don't act all innocent kitty. you know what you were doing, you made me flustered... now it's my turn." ellie says before smashing her lips on yours in a heated kiss.

Taglist: @raynesbandaids @elliew1lliamswife @liliesdiary @evbunnie + any others that wanna be added to the taglist!

A/N: GOD ASHAHAHAJSKS I love me some ellie, she's just so MHMM! I'm so gay for her, but I hope u liked this sugar and please send in more requests for tlou2 I need more requests for joel, ellie and tommy!!!

[khwxbeeda]

Date Ideas: Desi Edition

I'm in my TS Lover Era and I need some Pune date ideas so uh.. enjoy my thinking process ig

A proper date: dinner and drinks. Proper manners and polite conversation over good food and good beverages/drinks. You and your date pretend to be very serious adults with very serious jobs, and when you walk out of the restaurant you share a secret laugh as if you've pulled the greatest prank ever.

Chaha date. Standing on the side of a road under the insufficient cover of the chai stall with your fingers gripping the edge of plastic cups or mud tumblers, taking a deep sniff and closing your eyes at the smell of veldoda that wafts up. Looking up and catching their gaze already fixed on you, and looking back down, feeling the heat spread over your cheeks. You attribute it to the chaha's steam, but you know that's a lie. When you look back up, they're wating for you. They wink, and you nearly drop your cup, making them stifle a giggle.

Kulfi date. It's a crowded lane and you cram into the little hole in the wall kulfi parlour that's been there since your parents were children, excited smiles on both your faces. You order laal peru and request them to sprinkle chilli powder on top. Your partner gives you a dramatic scandalized look that has you cracking up and orders a sitafal kulfi without the chilli, please and thank you. With a lot of whining and teasing and mischievous smiles, you finally get them to taste your kulfi, and it ends with them ordering it for themself. You lean back in your chair and grin smugly even as they roll their eyes.

Book thrifting. Hands held, you walk into your usual book shop, a smile lighting up your face at the familiar smell of mogra and yellowing pages that hangs in the little room. It's a tiny shop in the basement of a shady old plaza, but it always has the best second hand books. The idea is to buy a book you think the other will enjoy, and then discuss them when you are done reading them. You pick up Ruined by Paula Morris, because you remember the three M's that your date swears by: Magic, Murder and Mystery. This is a perfect blend of all three, and you rather think they'll enjoy it. When you meet them at the counter, they have Nashtaneer by Rabindranath Thakur in their hands. You both grin at each other.

Juna Bazaar is as crowded as always. You giggle as they grip your wrist and drag you from shop to shop, rambling about their lecture in college. The sonchafa that you had tucked behind their ear is still there, and it makes something warm settle in your heart. You keep your mind on the mission though: buy three of the most interesting things you see, and then explain why you think it is interesting. They gasp and snap up a beautiful crystal vial like a magpie. It turns out to be kajal, made the traditional way. "You have to!" they insist, "it'll look so good with your pretty eyes!" You turn red and accept the little wand, dragging it between your eyelids. When you're done, your partner stares at you with their lips parted. Just as you're about to wave in front of their eyes and ask if they're okay, they lean forward and steal a lightning-fast kiss. "Too darn pretty for your own good, you are."

Camp area date! You two take a whole day to just stroll through Camp, pulling each other into random shops and cafés, looking at everything and eating from restaurants and roadside stalls alike. Your partner drags you deep into a sketchy looking plaza, and you find a clothing shop that sells the most random fashion items. You go to an ittr and perfume store. You visit Pasteur Ice Cream, Cafe Peter, the chaat stalls near Clover Centre and the barbeque corn stalls a little ways from Kumar Plaza. At the end of the day, you go home and show each other all your purchases; they bought you a bejewelled purse that goes with that one pair of your heels and you squeal over it, you bought them a chandan attar because you remember them mentioning it being their favourite smell and they immediately rub it over their wrists with a bright smile.

The two of you are tucked into a little corner of the garden. Sitting on an old bedsheet with several lunchboxes filled with bhel, samosa, kaju katli, shrikhand, slices of mango and watermelon and a bunch of green grapes. Your phone plays a familiar tune— Ishq Wala Love, and you're mouthing the lyrics in the most dramatic style that you can, revelling in the laughter of your partner. There is a mogra cha gajra braided into your hair and three roses tucked behind their ear; your little gifts to each other. Their eyes gleam bright with mirth, lips curved upward into a wide grin, and you can't help but lean forward and press a soft kiss to their lips. This picnic date is the best idea you've had in a while, you think, and the late spring flowers in bloom are the perfect addition.

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Tag list: @mad-who-ra @yehsahihai @natures-marvel @musaafir-hun-yaaron @hum-suffer @h0bg0blin-meat @orgasming-caterpillar @wyvrens @kanha-sakhi

[rhiandoesfandom]

Ficlet- Looking Up

Stolas wakes in a haze. His eyes adjust a moment to a darker room than when he fell asleep. Looking over, he sees Blitz laying on some type of pillow on the floor. That's nice of him to stay, He thinks.

He pulls the blanket over his shoulders and walks out of the apartment and down the stairs. Seeing all of this with new eyes. He doesn't even remember going up these stairs he was so dissociative last night.

He reaches the front door of the building and heads outside, before he can be seen, ducking into a dark alleyway. It smells here. He leans against the wall of the building and hesitates to look up. Do the stars hate him now? Do they feel betrayed? He knows one person who must. The only person he had. Octavia.

He thinks back to the song he would sing her. And starts to sing, murmuring it to himself.

"And as the seven rings collapse....although the day could be my last...you will be okay..." He chokes up, trying to hold back tears but they fall anyway.

"You will be okay..." He whispers. He squeezes his eyes. He still can't do it. He can't look up.

"Hey", a familiar voice says next to him and he jumps a little.

"Fuck, sorry didn't mean to scare ya", Blitz says, holding out his arms. Stolas leans down on his knees, falling into them.

"Did you hear me?" He asks. Blitz shakes his head, trailing a finger in the soft feathers behind his neck.

"Nah I just saw you were gone and I came looking", he says. Stolas nuzzles his face in Blitz's shoulder.

"I can't do it", he whimpers. Blitz frowns, "Do what, Stols?"

"Look at the stars", he chokes out between sobs.

"Oh", replies Blitz, moving his hand to rub his back now.

"Well....want me to tell you what I see?" He asks. Stolas nods.

Blitz takes a deep breath and looks up. He doesn't look at the sky often. But he's been doing it a lot tonight. The fireworks have dimmed out now, and the early morning sunrise hasn't quieted the stars.

"I see...fuck what is it, the dipper? The little one? Maybe?" He says, smiling to himself and it makes Stolas chuckle.

"You can't see the little dipper right now", he corrects and Blitz looks at him smug.

"Hmm almost like I need an expert to tell me what I'm seein'", he says. Stolas huffs but stands back up, squeezing Blitz's hand.

Blitz knudges him, "Go on, before the sun comes all the way up and ruins it".

Stolas let's out a breath and looks up at the sky. The doppled dots of light so far away. So hard to see.

He points with a Shakey finger, "There's the Big Dipper".

"Oh damn", replies Blitz. But his eyes widen as Stolas falls back down to his knees.

"Stols?! Are you okay??" He asks, frantic.

Stolas sobs into Blitz's chest. His body shaking.

"I can't hear them. The stars. I can't-" he lets it all out and Blitz flashes passing imps looks to 'keep moving' as everyone starts their morning commute.

"Stolas listen to me", he says as he cups his face, "I've never been able to hear the stars. And I still think they're beautiful". Stolas sniffs, "But they're so far away.." he laments and Blitz squeezes both his hands in his, "But I'm not. I'm right here". Stolas nods, Blitz wipes his tears, kissing his cheek.

Stolas blinks at the kiss and blushes, Blitz's eyes widening.

"Fuck-im sorry i-" he starts but Stolas cups his face now and kisses him on the lips, a soft kiss that Blitz returns just as soft.

"Uh- let's go get some breakfast upstairs", Blitz says, putting his arm around his waist and walking Stolas back into the building.

[skyeslittlecorner]

Oh no...! The fluff...! I'm gonna have sweet tooth because of your works (jkd i luv them dun worry :'3)

So we had the kings as kids now... How about they meet their kids from the future??

Like some kind of accident(s) happen that take them back in time (yeah I'm out of idea 😭 sr)

Family's meeting!!!! *vroom vroom*

Shhh, that's my plan! If I give everyone cavities, we'll be lining up to see Morax as dentist, and he won't hurt himself in the war again lmao

The royal kids are definitely clever beasts. It wouldn't surprise me if they figured something out and were thrown into our times for 24 hours. We've already had a Christmas miracle, so I can believe anything. Let the kings meet their teenage offspring~

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Satan would like a family more than anything. When one day he saw white-haired twin nobles next to you and heard that they were your children from the future, his heart would melt in an instant. Ironically, they're both taller than him. But he's still able to get through it. He wants to take them to the front to see how they fight and then have a good beer (juice for them, they can fight but not drink) in the best pub. You have never seen him so happy and with so much love in his eyes. Do they really have to go back to their own time? Well... As soon as they were gone, Satan would grab your hand with a smug smirk. Be prepared to not get out of bed for a week, and certainly not on your own.

Mammon has a bunch of children, and nobody can convince me otherwise. You can create a whole group of idols out of them, and that's basically how they are treated in their times. He would spend time with each of them, curious to see how the future would unfold. Each of them is so enterprising that they would rule Tartaros without hesitation if he just left them alone for a while. But what he likes most is your reaction. He would watch lovingly as you happily talked and cuddled with every one of them. They also know well that the most important person in the entire country is their sweet human parent. Be ready to be spoiled by both Mammon and your entire group of children.

Beelzebub is terrified. He'd be sure he was absent so long that you'd actually had teenage child. There is no doubt that girl he met is his daughter. She appears and disappears just like him, has this petty smirk, and her first impulse was to sniff him. Besides... he just know it, okay? They actually ran into each other by accident in Avisos. After all day with her he will come back, promising you that he will visit you more often. You wonder how quickly he will forget about it, especially since he is clearly relieved when you tell him that you don't have children (yet), and it was just some anomaly in space-time. And it’s not that he doesn't want children. He would rather be there as they grow up… as much as he can. 

Leviathan first glances at you, just to find out if you and this beautiful princess have something in common. His daughter must be perfect, and only your genes and his combined would be able to create a being more beautiful than himself. Not that you'd ever heard him say that out loud. Jealousy would fight within him with duty. Fatherly pride will prevail when he sees that she is perfectly brought up and treats him with due respect. Ah, anyone who looks at her will hang. If he's only going to have her for one day, then only he and you can spend time with her. The nobles will be delighted because they haven't been hanged so lavishly for a long time. 

[cultofdarkwood]

Howdy, could you do something with Shamgoat, I dunno, during or after a sparring session?

yesyesyes i looove shamgoat there should be one million shamgoat posts on the internet.

follower + healed shamura, previous vessel of war goat

i guess this could count as hurt/no comfort? its just angst lol

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They had drawn a crowd before the first fifteen minutes had passed.

The Goat wiped at their brow, leaning on their axe. Across the field stood Shamura, tall and toned, looking as regal as their previous title demanded. The ex Bishop of War had grasped an axe in one hand, held down behind them as they looked down at their opponent. Gone were the flowing, beautiful robes they usually wore, now replaced with something light and durable, more suitable for combat.

"Is that all you got?" the Goat goaded, hauling their axe up off the ground once they'd caught their breath.

"Is talking all you know how to do?" the spider replied, barely winded. They stayed standing where they were, imposing and dignified, waiting and watching the Goat with narrowed eyes.

"Dunno," the Goat said, shifting their weight from one hoof to the other. They let their axe fall carelessly from their hands, taking a moment to stretch their arms and legs. The axe reshaped itself, taking on the form of the Purple Crown and resting on their head. "You're the one letting me talk."

"And you are the one who insisted we cross blades," Shamura said back, tilting their head. Their eyes caught on the Purple Crown, barely twitching, and they let their posture relax, turning away towards the fences that marked the boundary of the sparring field. "If that is all, then-"

The Goat kicked up sand as they darted forward, their hand extending to summon their axe. Shamura clicked in disappointment, barely a sound in the air as they swept to the side to dodge the Goat's attack.

"Sloppy," they criticized, tripping the Goat and watching them hit the ground in a roll. "And dishonorable."

Unable to control their own momentum, the Goat rolled over themself, finally coming to a stop just before they would have hit the fence. They spat out a mouthful of sand, fangs bared as they pushed themself up to snarl from where they lay on the ground. "You talk about being dishonorable when you just tripped me?!"

Shamura only looked passively amused. "Warranted," they said, inclining their head to where the Goat's purple axe lay in the sand. "I am not sure whether to be offended by your lack of bloodlust or not. Dishonorable though you fight, you hold yourself back. Do you think you can hurt me, much less kill me?"

"Fuck do you mean, lack of bloodlust," the Goat hissed, pushing a knee under themself and getting to their feet. "I got plenty of bloodlust, eight eyes."

"Then show me," Shamura said, crossing the field to where the Goat had started just a moment ago. "Attack me as though you aim to kill."

"Should we stop them?" The Goat heard Kallamar whisper to the Lamb. From the corner of their eye, the Goat watched Narinder shake his head.

"Shamura can handle themself," Narinder replied, almost as quiet. "You know that, Kallamar."

The squid huffed. "I do know that. I'm just thinking that I don't particularly want to be dealing with whatever injuries come out of this when they're both done."

On the other side of the field were Heket and Leshy, the former watching while the latter draped himself over the fence to sniff at the air. There was a yellow cat by his side, whispering to him, but the Goat couldn't hear what was being said.

"Goat," Shamura called, and the Goat yelped as they rolled to avoid the blade of an axe burying itself into the sand. Shamura did not look pleased, the echoes of war in their eyes. "Distracted with an opponent in front of you hardly speaks to your so called bloodlust."

"Go fuck yourself," the Goat spat, summoning their axe from the Purple Crown and tossing it with a burst of fervor. Shamura tensed, abandoning their axe in the sand to leap backwards and dodge the Goat's attack.

Now that Shamura was disarmed, the Goat moved on the offensive, attacking again and again and forcing Shamura to keep moving away from their blade. The spider's eyes never left the Goat, even as they skidded in the sand to dodge another attack.

"Hold fucking still," the Goat snarled as they swung, only to yelp as one of Shamura's hands came to clamp down on their wrist, perfectly timed with the end of their attack. With their opening secured, another hand came up to grip the handle of the axe. In one smooth motion, Shamura hauled the Goat off their hooves, tearing the axe from their grip and tossing their body aside.

Again, the Goat rolled in the sand, a frustrated bleating yell leaving them. They pushed themself up, only to stop short at the sight of their axe in Shamura's grip.

The Purple Crown didn't seem to know what to do, trembling slightly as the spider lifted it up to observe it closer. Behind them, the Goat could practically feel the Lamb tense up.

"Ah, yes," Shamura said quietly, running their claws over the handle. "I remember you. What knowledge have you to share with me?"

"Hey, hey!" The Goat scrambled to their feet, stumbling into a run towards the spider. The Purple Crown pulsed, a soft shing emitting from it.

Shamura caught the goat by the hand without taking their eyes from the weapon in their grip. Moving with the goat's momentum, the spider swung the other off their hooves to dangle in the air by the claws around the pulse point of their wrist. The Goat struggled for a moment, vocalizing a wordless yell when they realized they couldn't do much else but hang there at the spider's mercy.

"I am not yours," Shamura said, finally tearing their eyes from the Purple Crown. They bore into the Goat as though they were pure, concentrated streams of fire, and the Goat stiffened. Shamura's eyes were heavy with knowledge and something else the Goat dared not to think was pity. "But you are mine."

The Goat gave a furious yell, swinging themself forward enough to bash their head against Shamura's own. With a sickening crack, Shamura cried out and dropped both the Goat and the Purple Crown. They stumbled backwards, falling to the sand, and from beneath the spider web veil that covered the top of their head, blood began to bloom and drip.

"Shamura!" Kallamar cried, immediately leaping over the fence and into the field. The Lamb followed suit, as did Leshy and Heket, but while Shamura's siblings tended to Shamura, the Lamb stalked towards the Goat.

The Lamb didn't say a word as the Goat scrambled to collect their weapon, holding the crown in its proper shape close to their chest.

"Fuck are you looking at?" The Goat snapped at the Lamb. The Lamb shook their head and lifted their hands. Cold dread washed over them.

"Return from whence you came," the Lamb uttered, bringing their hands together. The Goat barely had a second to cry out before a pool of darkness bled from beneath them, pulling them down into it and away from reality.

The familiar white of their corrupted gateway greeted them as they were spat from their pool of black corruption. They landed face down on it with a splat, feeling small and weak and furious. They were alone here, trapped until the Lamb called upon them again.

Huffing around a thick lump of emotion in their throat, the Goat pulled themself up to sit, hugging their knees close to their chest.

The giant, lifeless carapace of Shamura lay behind them.

[romanestuffsposts]

Hi! Is there any chance you could write a stucky x little story where she loves when her daddies blow breaths on her belly because it feels good but also tickles?

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you for this lovely request, I absolutely love it! i'm sorry for the long wait..

I hope you like what I wrote for you ❤️

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : multiples scenarios (only two because I'm already late enough as it is), tickles, playful, giggles, teasing, pet names, cuddles

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : A little playfulness in the house is heard

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You absolutely love the playful side of your Daddies. They always know how to make your day better and they always make sure to do it correctly.

The thing they love the most is when you laugh and it warms their hearts that they're the one that made you laugh.

Of course there's many things that make you laugh like when they read stories with weird voices or do silly things but the thing that never fail to work is working their teasing fingers on your sensitive skin.

Today was no different, your Papa was changing your diaper but you couldn't stop crying. You were pretty upset because your Daddy wasn't there when you woke up and you hate when both of them aren't there when you opened your eyes.

He tried to comfort you, telling you he just went to do groceries and he even called him but that didn't change your mood.

He sighs and strokes the outside of your thighs as you lie on the changing table "baby please, you know Papa hates seeing those tears leaving your eyes" He gently wipes them away

"wanna daddyy" you cry out a sob.

Your Papa doesn't take it personnally. He knows you love him as much as you love your Daddy, you just need and want full attentions from both of them when you wake up in the morning.

You also act this way with your Daddy when your Papa isn't here so none of them are upset. They know you and understand you.

"I know you want Daddy baby but he'll be back soon. He texted me not so long ago to tell me he was on his way home so why don't we finish changing you so you'll be up and ready to greet him ?" he proposes.

You sniff and nod your head. He bends over to kiss your little nose and keep doing his work. He lets you play with his hair while he changes you because he knows you need to do something to change your mind.

Without saying anything, your Papa gets out of the room, leaving you alone and lost.

You start to get upset about the fact that he left without saying anything. They never let you alone on the changing table because it can be dangerous.

"Papaa ?" your sweet but sad voice sound.

As you were about to let your tears fall, you see a head peering the doorframe.

You sniff and frowns your brows "d-daddy ?"

"Hi my beautiful baby" He smiles before entering the room. Your sad face changes into a happy one as you see him walking toward you.

Your feet were in the air because of how happy you are which make him laugh "that's the face i wanted to see. i don't want to see any other face in the morning"

He grabs your feet as he reaches you and benches over to kiss your belly which made you giggle. He retracts him mouth with a smile "what's wrong ?"

You giggle as you watch him so close to your little belly. You stare into his eyes and watch as his lips get closer to each other. You squirm and try to move his head when he blows against your belly button

"you like that ?" he chuckles

You giggle and nod you head which took him by surprise "oh yeah ?" He immediately starts again.

You harsh your back, your laughters are filled the quiet room. Your Papa’s smile is growing bigger and bigger as he hears the both of you.

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Some days later you were starting to fall asleep on your Papa's laps, your arms above your head, and your head on his laps.

He was watching something at the tv, his hands caressing your scalp unconsciously. Your Daddy was taking a shower upstaire so he can be there to put you to bed.

He starts to hear your breathing changing from the evolution of your fatigue so he peers down at you. A sweet smile appear on his face from the cute view he has in front of him.

He loves watching you sleep. Not in a creepy way, juste in a loving way. He loves the fact that you’re comfy enough with him to fall asleep on him like that.

Something he also loves is the fact that you hate when there's dirty on you. You love playing outside but once you step inside the house your mind completly switch and you have the need to take a shower immediately.

He find it so funny to watch you running upstaires while yelling because there is dirt under one of your nail.

So when he sees some dusts peacefully resting on your armpit he knows you're gonna be green if your eyes fall on it. Instead of touching your skin and risking to wake you up he decides to blow soft breath against your skin.

He forgot for a moment how sensitive your skin was and keep blowing for a moment. When he sees you twitch under him, the memory of your ticklish mode come back on his mind.

He softly chuckles to himself, he stops for a moment to let you go back to sleep before starting again. He gently hold your hand in his and keep it pinning above your head.

You open your eyes as the giggles slip out of your throat "Mhh Pa-apaa"

"What ?" he chuckles before blowing again. You harsh your back and your giggles change into loud laughters.

He benches over and kisses the tip of your nose before resting his forehead against yours. He lets go of your hand so you grab his cheek.

His eyes are deep into yours "you're my pretty little girl, huh ?" You giggle and nod your head as you stretch your legs and toes from your nap

You can see his smile while looking into his eyes and seconds later he watches you yelling your laughter as his fingers tickle your ribs and sides, causing you to kick your little feet.

"stop torturing our little girl" your daddy says as he steps into the room, his hair still wet from his shower.

Steve chuckles and stop tickling your little body.

"she's not gonna be able to sleep now" he rolls his eyes playfully as he approches you.

"It's not a problem, it means we can watch something else at the tv" Steve winks at you and your eyes light up "oh yeaaaaaa!"

Bucky scoffs and rolls his eyes "you deal with her tomorrow morning"

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

I might be wrong, but it's implied that dragons are an extinct species in the SDV universe. So like, what if the Farmer found a petrified dragon egg, or even a whole clutch, and somehow managed to hatch it/them Game of Thrones style? They've done some insane stuff both in canon, and in SVE and RSV so it's not hard to imagine they'd do the truly impossible like reviving not only an extinct species, but a magic species at that. Rambling aside, onto the question: how would the SVE mages (including Morgan) and adventurer's, and Mr. Aguar from RSV react to the farmer's feat of bringing dragons back to life?

(P.s, maybe add Mr. Qi as well bc I imagine he'd be VERY interested in this event)

You're 100% right

And it's interesting: I've long wondered why there was no mention of dragons anywhere in the notes or in the library, when there are skeletons and teeth of these very same dragons lying around in the Calico Desert and Ginger Island? And can serpents be considered descendants of these dragons?

Lance's mention of his teacher with the title "Dragon Master" also gives us the right to believe for the existence of dragons in the SDV world (although I used to think it was just such a cool title for his teacher. Or a reference to Lance's Pokémon trainer in general).

But enough rambling! Thanks for your ask and enjoy some short stories ☺️🫰

Warning: this post is long...

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Marlon & Gil:

Marlon sipped his tea quietly in his Guildhall on a cold winter morning, to the crackle of a blazing fireplace and the soft snores of his friend, Gil. The one-eyed adventurer was enjoying a rare moment in his life - a quiet morning, with no worries about stocking up on provisions and elixirs, no worry about monsters...

But apparently the Yoba itself decided that Marlon had had enough of the peaceful time and presented him with a Farmer riding a dragon. The flying reptile with purple scales, beautiful as amethysts, along with its rider managed to smash through the old Adventurer's Guild roof, but thankfully no one was hurt.

If Marlon had only known Farmer for a few months, he would have been in mute shock at what he had seen. Now that the youth was a full member of the Guild for the second year, Marlon only sighed tiredly and went to the undestroyed room to get his tools. Dragons? Yes, he was interested in that. But questions later, first they need to fix the hole in the roof because it's cold winter outside, you know.

The Farmer will help, of course, as they are the direct cause of the collapsed ceiling. And the Gil will join in when he stops hiding his chuckle behind his snoring. He's been awake for a while now, and he can hardly contain his laughter (and his pride in Farmer) while pretending to be asleep.

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Isaac:

If the quote "I don't get paid enough for this shit" were a person, Isaac would be the complete personification of that phrase.

Anyone would be shocked, amazed and delighted by the most beautiful and noble creatures that had extinct so long ago that many people no longer believed they existed and had come to regard them as a fairy tale and a legend. Anyone, but not Isaac. Because the moment the master of the dangerous reptiles appeared before Isaac's eyes - he wanted to bang his head against the wall.

Let no one dare tell him that 'Farmer is special' or 'Farmer knows what to do'. No, they don't know what they're doing! A bloody immature upstart who coddles a dangerous dragons like a puppies! That even now the curious reptiles are slowly moving towards Isaac to sniff and study him, a man they don't know. And how does HE know what the hell is going on in their heads?! Maybe they see him as just another snack, for Yoba's sake!

He won't be tempted to trade his own safety and the safety of other people for prickly curiosity. He will not, like the others, reach for the huge toothy maw, nor is he going to scratch the head of the purring (dragons can purr?) creature. Isaac goes to report the Farmer and the dragons to the Order of Pythagoras, and he doesn't care that he'll be disliked by many for such an act. It will take a long time before Isaac finally trusts the Farmer and their pets, but that will be a while yet. For now, the scarred adventurer will do what he thinks is right.

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Lance:

After a long training in swordsmanship and magic spells, young Lance always waited with joy for his teacher to call him for a short break. After all, it was during the break that they would both go to the tavern, eating dinner, where his teacher would praise him for his success in the last training session, and most importantly, tell him another fascinating legend about monsters and creature. Even though his mentor was a "Dragon Master", they haven't met any dragons themself. Their great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, however, had seen the beautiful flying reptile once with his own eyes.

Oh, how Lance wanted to be the man who would see a dragon, how he wanted to believe they still existed!

It was just a childhood dream that Lance had long since grown out of. But life had given him an unexpected surprise.....

He slowly touched the dragon's snout, gently running his fingers over the warm scarlet scales. Taking his time, careful not to bring his fingers too close to the razor-sharp fangs. Lance almost couldn't tear his gaze away from the big amber eyes that watched him intently. Slowly turning his head towards the Farmer, the pink-haired adventurer saw a sign of approval that he could continue. Giving his friend a grateful nod, Lance turned his gaze back to the dragon. Who would have thought that gallant adventurer would have the opportunity not only to see this marvellous creature, but also to learn from Farmer how miraculously they were able to do the impossible.

It'll go down in Lance's memoirs for sure.

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Jadu:

Due to insomnia, hard work with manuscripts and scrolls, and an unhealthy obsession with coffee, Jadu looked like the walking dead these days. Add to that the fact that the young wizard was as stubborn as an ass: no matter how much Lance tried to gently help his friend, no matter how much Isaac tried to force him into bed, and no matter how hard the others tried - to no avail. Jadu's goal was to finish the job - and he'd done it, and sleep was of secondary importance to him.

Naturally, this disregard for his sleep regime was not without consequences, and so Jadu, about to teleport back from the Stardew Valley to the Castle Village, didn't even realise how the world swam before his eyes and his body went limp. But before poor wizard lost consciousness, he felt that someone had grabbed him and would not let him fall. Half an hour later, Jadu realised that he was not lying on the cold ground, but in the warm embrace of someone... with scales? And wings? And claws on its paws?

Is he still asleep?

But as it turned out, he emerged from the realm of reverie and listened half-asleep to Farmer's restless speech. The sensation of inhuman skin and the word "dragon" made Jadu jump up as if scalded by boiling water and quickly get to his feet.

A dragon?! A real one?! Where from and how? Farmer, please explain! You raised it? Where? And what kind of dragon?! He'd studied the legends, but he'd never thought he'd meet a large reptile himself. And what do they eat, and how do they conjure? He need to know? Sleep? What sleep, he doesn't need that right now!

It took a lot of effort for the farmer to at least get Jadu back to a sitting position. It is not clear whether the noble reptile understood their words, but the creature's gaze was shrewd and full of wisdom. And amusement from this funny scene.

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Morgan:

Morgan follows the familiar hidden path again, behind a flowering tree with a swing, where there is a hole in the farm's fence. Trying not to make any loud noise, Magnus' young apprentice walks through the tall grass, holding back a playful chuckle.

Even though the Farmer had long ago told them that they would always be welcome at the farm and would be treated to ripe fruit from the greenhouse, Morgan still chose to visit in this way, adding intrigue and fun to their dull routine of studying the history of the Republic and the bestiary.

The young talent once again wanted to go into the chicken coop, where there was a void chicken that the Farmer had allowed them to feed and even give her name (Morgan had named her Coal). But when Morgan looked into the coop, instead of the usual joyful clucking, they felt a smoky breath coming from a toothy mouth that definitely did not belong to a hen. In the dark wooden room, Morgan couldn't see who it was, so all they could do was run out of the coop screaming in terror and crying.

Luckily, the Farmer, who had arrived quickly, had time to calm the child and explain that a dragon lived here for the time being.

Morgan at the mention of the mythical creature completely forgot about everything in the world. A moment later, the Farmer was bombarded with questions and requests to see dragon again. The farmer allowed (taking Morgan's word that they would keep it a secret). Wow, dragons are even cooler that void chicken! Sorry, Coal...

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Alesia:

Crazy... This was just a crazy idea. Maybe Alesia still had the option to refuse and get off the green dragon's back? Before she could say anything, however, Farmer gave the takeoff command to his winged friend, and they and Alesia, riding the dragon, began to separate from the ground higher and higher. The sniper was out of breath, and her mind was unable to comprehend what was happening. A farmer, a dragon - a living dragon! - and flying on top of a large reptile. How had all this happened for literally half an hour?

Alesia never thought she would agree to ride a dragon without a second thought. She felt a little ashamed, for she had been so quick to give in to temptation and curiosity, forgetting all about safety. But that view... Definitely worth it.

Finally when they landed and Alesia felt the solid ground beneath her feet, she had to temper her excitement and have a serious talk with Farmer. About the dragon, mages and adventurers should know. No, no arguments. It is better to let the senior adventures be warned, for it could happen that seeing Farmer on a dragon could mistake them for an enemy or potential threat. This is for the safety of both the humans and the Farmer with the reptile. The girl sees that this beautiful creature is significantly intelligent and wishes no harm to anyone. Therefore, she will feel safer if Farmer, as a responsible adult, makes the right decision.

But until they notified the Order and the others, Alesia would be interested to hear how the Farmer was able to not only raise the dragon themself, but also hide their existence from the others for so long. And, if the Farmer and the dragon itself are okay with it, to repeat another flight. Because that's was fun.

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Magnus Rasmodius:

The Farmer couldn't have been happier when, after months of caring for the dragon eggs, they saw the first crack of the shell and a cute little scaly face emerge. One little flying lizard was followed by two more, and now the trio are chirping and flying merrily around their parent, already begging for attention and food.

What Farmer didn't know was that as the dragonlings hatched, a strong magical flow would come out of the eggs, which Magnus Rasmodius definitely felt.

Shocked at the unknown strong source of magic, the purple-haired wizard dropped everything he was doing and teleported to the Farmer's house. The magic that had broken through his barrier? But the barrier was still intact! Then what? An anomaly? A strong corrupting spirit? Ancient magic? And his apprentice is right at the epicentre! But while Magnus was filling his head with horrific scenes and preparing to recite the spell, teleporting straight into the living room of the Farmer's house, all his battle fervour deflated. And before Magnus's gaze was an unharmed Farmer, with three little dragons sitting on top of them, eating peach slices with gusto.

On the one hand, Magnus has an irresistible urge to smack himself on the forehead for having conjured up such scary scenes, when as an experienced magician he should always keep his composure. On the other hand, he really wants to scold the Farmer for another wild thing. His gut tells him that he has a very long report to write to the Ministry of Magic. He also needs a bottle of strong wine to get drunk and pass out after all this madness. Poor wizard is too tired to marvel at the very fact that dragons have been reborn. Maybe later...

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Camilla:

My oh my... And how come the Farmer didn't tell her, Camilla, about this wonderful pet that breathes fire and can fly in the sky? She's their best friend, isn't she? And friends always share secrets with each other.... How did the Farmer manage to raise such a marvellous beauty? Really? Hmm, interesting.

Some might rightly resent that the head witch of Castle Village treats a dangerous mythical creature like a cute poodle. Even the dragon owner themself might be surprised that she doesn't show the reaction that people usually have at the sight of a big and scary dragon.

But even it look like Camilla in her favourite way is not serious about everything, it is not true at all. Quite the opposite, she will always put her duty to protect the people of the Village above all else. But she is confident in her abilities, so just in case the Farmer's scaly friend wants to make a little mischief in her domain, she will make sure that the creature never wants to appear on the Continent of Galdora ever again. But enough of that!

Camilla will become a more frequent visitor to the Stardew Valley, because the witch certainly won't miss the opportunity to study such an interesting specimen. Camilla also has some of the rarest pets, and the witch would like to get a dragon as well. Ah, what a cutie!

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Dr. Aguar:

For a fortnight now, Aguar couldn't figure out why his body was tingling with magic like an annoying itch. For a fortnight he had been walking around irritated, unable to understand the source of this itch that was driving him crazy and preventing him from working in peace. It was only at the bus stop that Aguar realised that the closer he got to the farm, the stronger the tingling became. There's clearly something the strange Farmer is doing here.... Magnus had already mentioned that the youth had a magical gift, just like Aguar himself. But the former mage knows nothing much about the Farmer: not their motives, nothing. So Aguar wanted to find out what the Farmer does, and whether it has anything to do with this unbearable itch.

Before Dr. Aguar could even reach the porch of the Farmer's house, something blue flew out of the door at full speed, but he couldn't see it because of its speed. The Farmer ran out after it, calling to someone and waving their arms.

The thing stopped abruptly in mid-air and returned to the Farmer, wrapping their body around Farmer's right hand and growling merrily. The Farmer, barely out of breath, held their breath as they realised they had guests and that they could see the dragon. Aguar, on the other hand, crossed his arms and waited patiently for the Farmer to start the conversation themself.

So that's what it was...

A dragon, yes? And a dragon of the water element, Aguar's own element. Indeed, this little reptile was too young to control magic on its own. And the incessant flow of the same element's magic influenced the flow of the scientist's magic. Very interesting. That's what really caught Aguar's attention. He's really going to want to study the dragon. Oh, spirits, Farmer, there's no need to look at him as a bloodthirsty monster! He won't harm this little one.

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Mr. Qi:

"Congratulations to you, Farmer. Once again you managed to exceed my expectations when your tending to the eggs I left behind succeeded. I didn't doubt the success one bit, of course not. I hope you enjoy your new pets, they are truly wonderful. Also, I'll put it on a note, they are fruit-eaters, so treat your dragons to fresh fruit often. Especially melon, these dragons love it. I already know that, hehe. Good luck to you, child. I'll keep watching your progress. And always remember, the key to success is within you."

The Farmer would probably have been surprised by a letter from Mr. Qi..... But alas, the little flying reptiles accidentally burned the paper before the Farmer could open anything.

[karinadele]

Continuation of:

I'm just too lazy to throw them into proper paragraphs and I'm also not sure which way I want to develop the story, so it gets thrown in here.

• You make your way down to the basement garage, heading to your parking spot where Ratchet is. After having a shower and shoving down some leftovers, you finally feel more like a human being.

• "Ratchet!" You exclaim. "Hey I got a question for you..." You give his hood a light pat. "Have you had anything to eat yet? Or uhh.. do you guys even eat?" You're not sure if Cybertronians need to eat, or fuel, or whatever, but if they're sentient, they must need something to sustain energy right?

• You get a grumble back. "No. There wasn't enough time to grab energon from the base when we left. But I'll be fine without it."

• "Energon?" you ask. "Is that what you guys eat?"

• His alt mode shifts a little. "Yes. We consume energon as our fuel and as what you guys would call it, our life blood."

• Hmm. okay. Seems it's like the equivalent of water if its both consumed and in their veins- whatever veins they have. "Where do we get this energon thing?"

• "Energon deposits have been located all over your planet."

• You're not convinced that he can survive without it. Perhaps they don't need to eat as often as humans, but eventually he will need it. And you'd be damned if you start dealing with a suicidal anorexic space robot. "Where do we get them?"

• He drives forward a bit, causing you to jolt back and flinch a bit. "You think it's that easy?! Energon deposits are terribly difficult to locate, especially now that the Decepticons have decided to make earth their playground. And besides, it needs to be refined and processed before it can be consumed.

• You hummed for a second, not liking his attitude toward all of this. "Well, if it's on earth, there's no reason we can't try to get some." You tell him as you pick away at a chunk of dried lip.

• If he had the space to transform, he most definitely would have. "You?! You want to mine energon?!" He scoffs. "Hah! That's ridiculous! Energon is toxic to humans!"

hdfjghsgsj why am i writing it like this

• You argue with him back and forth until he agrees to run a scan of the local area, no doubt to get you to shut up. To both of your surprises, there seems to be a faint reserve of it by the mountain up north. Pays to live in the middle of no where you guess. You hop into his alt mode and both of you head off to do a recon. He'd mention energon was toxic to humans, but you'd be damned if you didn't at least try.

• The coast is clear. No one comes out here anyways. Ratchet is scouting the perimeter as you- against your better judgement and warning, with the lack of care you have for yourself and nothing but sheer will of refusing to let someone die on your watch, you head on into the mines. You're greeted with a cavern of beautiful glowing blue crystals. They have a slight translucence to them, and glow faintly. Something about the pulsing light made you reach out to them. The warning Ratchet gave you has long escaped from your smooth brain.

• On contact, as expected, you felt a weak electric shock run a surge through you. You force your eyes shut and blink a couple times to try to ease the nausea and give your hand a shake. Because you're stupid, you try to break a chunk of it off, unsuccessfully not to your surprise. You whip out the blade that's on your keychain, and give it a little scrape. Fluffy light blue white powder falls into your hands. And either because you just came back from doing lines or because you really are dumb, (its both) you sniff some up your nostrils without having any second thought.

• Honestly? You expected worst. Maybe like instant death. But it really feels no different than literally having ground glass up your nose. And you don't feel any different, maybe a little more energetic, but that's definitely placebo.

• Ratchet's scanner picks up a foreign detection of energy, so he picks up his pace and heads towards into the cave. What he finds, is a stupid human standing in front of an energon crystal with her palm out almost cupping the crystal. Without a thought, he lunges forward to pull her away, all the while screaming "What in Primus' name are you doing?!" and "Frag! What is wrong with you?!" "Did you touch it?!" amongst others.

• How do you tell him you not only touched it, but snorted it like the missing braincell drug addict you are? I mean, you're fine so you can probably skip it? You tell him you're fine, but he doesn't buy it. He picked up a weird energon energy that he's never seen before, his scanner can't even identify it. And all of it is pointing to you. Oookay. Maybe you can't skip it afterall.

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extra gurgles: MC seemed to have had contact with ore 13 and some sort of energon mutation. I think I want to make her carry a bit of true energon? i need to connect her to cybertron somehow HAAHAHAHAH

I also wanted to write a deviation version where mc is normal and just joins the team and do shit?? but thats so plain??

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okay can i just say. in my opinion moominvalley season 4 was the worst season out of all of them, which really isn't the thing you wanna say about a final season...

the whole thing was so anti-climactic, like the whole thing with snufkin and joxter. in what world is it satisfying to not have them meet?? especially after having a whole build up for it as well??? if they're not gonna meet don't pretend like it. i'm expecting a memoires adaptation where they do meet now

this goes for the final episode again. it just felt like another filler episode, none of that tension that the original story (and even the movie) provided. it was not a satisfying conclusion to the story AT ALL.

and don't even get me STARTED on the relationships in this season.

more specifically whatever moomintroll and snorkmaiden have going on. why are they still together?? genuine question, and i don't mean that in a "break up so that snufmin can get together" way, i mean it in a "break up because they're both holding onto something that isn't working for either of them" way. it's been set up since season 1, when moomintroll is shown to care about his best friend more than his girlfriend and her then feeling neglected, and further in season 2 (or 3? i can't remember) with the whole metaphor with moomintroll holding snorkmaiden's paw too tightly which very clearly implies their relationship, based on other subtext.

and also snufmin?? i hate, genuinely hate, how there was just none of it, no mention or continuation of anything the other seasons have been building up to. it's as if we're back to season 1 again, except for the fact that snufkin and moomintroll are more comfortable with little touches and stuff like that. how is it that gutsy just decided to be basically done with it after the lonely mountains scene?? there's just none of that beautiful queer subtext that tove's stories contain

also this doesn't feel like an issue with them being gay, okay yes it does i take it back but gutsy were completely fine with making sniff fall in love with stinky in the midsummer meddling episode which. what the hell even was that. what the fuck gutsy

also where the hell was snufkin in this season?? he was in like 4 episodes which is kinda insane for such a major character😭

i think i'll end my rant here by saying that this season was incredibly disappointing and i'm fucking pissed about gutsy queerbaiting us

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Mafia AU Part 2

After the party, life went on as usual. Eddie really thought nothing of it until he and Wayne had to go back to the Marini estate a few days later. It was Eddie's second time ever being there, so he assumed he would be included in some sort of important conversation. But instead, his uncle went through a door and left him behind. Before the door was shut, he got a glimpse of the Don himself. Wayne told him to sit outside and behave himself. Which Eddie did. For about a minute.

If they were in a completely different room anyway. It's not like they're going to see where he goes or what he does. He could pull his pants down and moon the door for all they'd know about it. Eddie kept his pants on though. He stood from the chair and started to explore. Since today was supposed to be important gathering, he was dressed for it again today. Button down shirt, gray slacks and suspenders. No jacket though and Wayne had said that was fine.

He almost wished he did though. The Marinis (or was it the Harringtons?) had plenty of little trinkets around their mansion that would've been fun to smuggle out. He could probably still fit something in his pocket though. Like the tiny but beautiful crystal dolphin that was sitting amongst other things in a hallway alcove. Eddie snatched it right up and put both hands in his pocket, whistling away. Get this to the right pawn shop and he and Wayne could be sitting pretty for a while. And these rich fucks wouldn't even notice it missing.

Eddie passed by a window and saw that there was quite the garden outside. A nice stroll in nature was just what he needed. He and Wayne lived in a tiny ass apartment in the city. Not a lot of chances to see green outside the florist. Once he got out there, he put his hat back on to shade his eyes. Eddie took a deep breath, taking in the scent of the leaves, of the flowers, and of...something else. He sniffed some more as he walked, the faint smell getting stronger and then he heard voices.

Steve was here.

With someone.

Ahead of Eddie was a tall hedge, covered in roses. It looked like someone could get lost in there. And when Eddie entered, he quickly realized it was a maze. He grinned. Now this was entertainment. He wondered what they had in the middle? Probably some kind of centerpiece? Eddie was still following that scent of Steve. It was soft and sweet and he knew he was getting close. Eddie peeked around a corner and saw Steve sitting on a bench, talking to a girl, a beta. Obviously this was the center. It had a fountain, which was a little disappointing.

He didn't know what either of them were saying as they were both speaking Italian. All Eddie knew were a few curse words. The girl got up and left Steve, exiting the other way. Eddie was about to announce his presence when Tommy of all people swooped in.

"That took me forever. Guess you're just better at this maze, than me."

"Well, I've been through it a few times", Steve said.

Tommy sat down next to Steve, just a little too close for Eddie's comfort, knowing that Tommy had Steve in his sights. He had no idea how Steve felt. Maybe Tommy was the alpha of his dreams. But he was doubtful, seeing as the omega turned his head away.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?", Eddie announced himself, walking over.

Tommy clearly didn't want him here. He was straight up glaring at Eddie while putting an arm across the bench, like he was already claiming Steve. Steve didn't seem mad at being interrupted. If anything, he looked intrigued.

"What are you doing here, Munson?"

"I can't stop and smell the roses?", Eddie asked, leaning over to sniff at one of the blossoms that were nose height on the hedge.

"It's rude to walk around someone else's place. And imagine if I weren't here", Tommy looked to Steve as he said this. "It's not proper for an omega to be alone with an alpha, both of them unmated."

Steve opened his mouth but Eddie beat him to it. "And what're you? Chopped liver?"

"The boss trusts me. Comes with the territory of being a family friend."

"You must get sooo many perks."

"Tommy, you mind going to check on lunch for me?", Steve asked.

Tommy's head swiveled. "What? Am I your errand boy now?"

Steve leveled him a look that said 'you always have been'. "My father trusts you so much, after all."

"...But...I can't...", his eyes glanced to Eddie.

"I'm not getting less hungry the longer you sit here." Steve put his chin in his hand. "I wonder if there's anyone else here who's better at listening and following orders?"

Tommy got up, straightened his jacket, and walked off, purposely bumping shoulders with Eddie on the way out. Eddie felt the slightest urge to knock heads with him for that, but he was more curious about why Steve would get them alone like this. Tommy was right, being alone with an alpha like him wouldn't be good for Steve's reputation. Especially a lowborn one like Eddie, who technically wasn't even part of the family.

"What kind of lunch do they serve in this joint? I bet you guys get veal here", Eddie said, just trying to fill the silence as Steve inspected him from the bench.

"Your uncle is in a meeting right now. Do you know why?"

Eddie shrugged. "They kept me outside, so I haven't the slightest." Then he grinned. "Maybe they're discussing your dowry to the Hagans."

"Not funny", Steve said, even though he was smiling. "You're still standing."

"Munsons get beat down but we always get back up."

"No, I mean, there's room for you to sit. Why aren't you sitting?"

"And take Hagan's spot? Isn't this the job where you try NOT to make enemies?"

"Are you afraid of Tommy?", Steve asked, eyebrow raised.

Eddie scoffed. "Of him? I called the guy chopped liver but at least that tastes good on bread. I wouldn't spread Tommy on the stalest of crackers."

"I'm going to assume that's an insult because I've never had chopped liver."

Eddie tapped his chin and then snapped his fingers. "It's the poor man's foie gras."

"Ah, so meat mush", Steve nodded in understanding.

"Delicious meat mush. If that fancy pate isn't your thing, you gotta try the deli I got to. Ms. Byers is a small woman but she can butcher the hell out of anything and make it good."

"Maybe she should join the family." Steve smiled at Eddie and then patted the empty space next to him.

Eddie eyed it, feeling tempted, yet not entirely trusting himself. He didn't know Steve that well, but he knew the kinds of games that omegas like to play sometimes. Especially the bored, rich ones. Eddie had never met a bored and rich omega before Steve but he'd heard stories. They got their kicks with alphas, playing around with them until they got caught. And it was always the alpha who paid the price for deflowering an omega that didn't belong to them, ruining them for marriage. Eddie thought maybe they could be afforded more progressive thinking in the year 1986, but for some folks their memory and values didn't go past 1945. Well really, some of them 1870.

In fact, it already felt like playing with fire being alone with Steve for this long. It didn't matter that they were outside, anyone could use this against them.

"I think I should be getting back to my uncle. He still thinks I'm a kid and if I'm not where he left me, he'll put on a search party."

"Sounds like he cares."

"Oh no, he just wants to curb any potential property damage. He lost me at the fair once and by the time he found me, I had already set fire to a kiddy coaster."

Steve laughed, a real laugh, and it was like a bell. He stood up and Eddie noticed that they were practically wearing the same outfit, right down to the suspenders. The only difference, which Eddie could see as he got closer, was the quality. Everything looked perfectly tailored to him. Steve grabbed his jacket off the bench and slid it back on.

"Well then, you'd best get back to your uncle. I wouldn't want you to set off any fires."

"And you? How does a mobster spend a lovely afternoon like this?"

"Steve?! Hey Steve! Where are you!?", Tommy's voice rang somewhere in the distance.

"Helping his friend find his way out of a maze that he's been doing since he was ten", Steve sighed.

Eddie shrugged. "Eh, so mazes aren't his forte. Everyone's got their strengths."

"And what would you say are yours?", Steve asked, tilting his head.

Eddie heard footsteps approaching and decided to be just the smallest bit bold. He took a few steps closer to Steve, so that they were almost toe to toe. He wondered if it spoke to Steve's confidence in holding his own in a fight or if he just knew he could have Eddie killed no problem that he didn't flinch or take a step back.

"I'm good with my hands", Eddie said, patting Steve on the chest just as someone shouted "Hey!"

Eddie took a step back and there was that girl from before. She looked ready to beat Eddie with a stick but also scared if she'd have to do it. Eddie kept her from having to make the choice and stepped away from Steve, hands up and clear.

"I'll be taking my leave now, Mr. Harrington", he said with a slight bow.

"I'll be seeing you, Mr. Munson."

Eddie turned and left, finding his way out of the maze with ease but not before running into Tommy and pointing him in the direction of a dead end. He'd figure it out eventually. And if not, well the Marini staff had to be pretty good at disposing of bodies.

Back in the center, Steve was still staring at the spot Eddie had vacated.

"Hello? Earth to Steve? That was Eddie Munson? Seemed pretty handsy."

Steve patted the pocket on his jacket and took something out. One of the crystal figurines that were around the house. This one, a dolphin. Steve's lips curled up in a smile. "Yeah. That was Munson. Come on, Robin. I need to talk with my father."

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Eddie and Wayne didn't talk the whole way home, except for Eddie asking if they could stop by the deli first. Talking with Steve had gotten him hungry for it. And Wayne looked like he had something on his mind. Almost as soon as they got home, the phone rang and Wayne got on, talking for at least a half an hour. It seemed important, so Eddie stayed put in the apartment, giving him privacy but keeping himself available.

Wayne hung up with a sigh and rubbed his face. Eddie was in the middle of ironing clothes for both of them.

"What's up?", he asked.

"You're being sponsored", Wayne said.

"....What?"

"Sponsored. You. To be in the family."

Eddie nearly dropped the iron in his shock. He cursed and turned to unplug it and get away from the hot metal. "I'm being sponsored? When?! By who?!"

"Now don't get all excited. Initiation is going to be some of the hardest work you'll ever do. And even then, it's not a guarantee you'll get in."

"But this is good, right?! If I get in, we'll both be part of the family! We can get out of this crummy apartment and afford more than one suit and-and pay off our debts and our lives won't suck! We can break the Munson curse!"

"Ain't no curse, how many times I gotta tell you that?"

Eddie frowned at him. "Is that why my mom's life was all daisies and butter when she met my dad?"

"'Daisies and butter'?"

"People say that."

"Who? The ladies down at the bingo parlor?"

"You're doing that thing. You're making jokes", Eddie pointed out.

"Well who do you think you get it from?"

"Wayne...I want to do this. I can do this. And if we're both bringing in the big bucks, we can make our lives better. Even without the curse, that's a fact."

Wayne sighed and sat down on the couch heavily. Even he was thinking a new one would be nice. But at the cost of his nephew? He looked up at him, eyes sad.

"I never wanted this life for you."

Eddie sat down next to him. "A little late for that. So who's my sponsor? Is it Swirly?"

"Well that's the strangest thing. For whatever reason, the boss' son himself said he wanted to sponsor you."

"Steve?", Eddie squeaked.

"Oh he's 'Steve' now, is he?"

"He's always been-okay don't give me that look I haven't-we haven't... I talked to him once, well, technically twice, but you were there the first time! And nothing happened the second time. I have witnesses! Uh, they only saw part of it, but I-you-you're messing with me, aren't you?"

"About Steve Harrington being your sponsor? No. But I'm enjoying watching my nephew get in a tizzy over a handsome omega. Just make sure you don't ever forget who he is", Wayne reminded him.

"Oh trust me, I won't. He looks like everything touches turns to gold. Too rich for my blood."

"It's not even really about him. It's about his father. And what he could do to us if he thinks we've stepped out of line. And I know how you like to toe the line."

"With the trained expertise of a ballerina~"

"You get that from your father. And he tripped up and landed himself behind bars. He got off lucky. Cross the Marinis and they won't be so generous", Wayne warned.

"Got it, putting the pointe shoes away." Eddie knew this was no small gesture. Being sponsored meant everything. Something he said or did must've resonated with Steve. Or maybe this was still a bored, rich omega game. Either way, he wasn't going to waste this chance.

Part 4

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WELCOME BACK!!! ive been bouncing in my bed since youve texted me!!

FIRS REQUEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HLC react to receiving flowers from MC? Anon or not, it’s up to you.

HLC REACT TO MC GIVING THEM FLOWERS

A/N: awwww that's an adorable request! Let's get this party started!

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Sebastian Sallow: Confusion. It's all over his face. "What are these for? ...just a gift? For me?" He looks down at the small bouquet, they did smell lovely. He cracks a small smile, "Thank you, MC, but really I should be giving you YOU flowers. It's the gentlemanly thing to do."

Ominis Gaunt: He smells the flowers before MC even presents them. "Are you wearing a new perfume? Smells wonderful." He feels the stems being put in his hand and puts two and two together. "Oh..." He blushes and bashfully accepts the flowers, a smile sneaking onto his face

Anne Sallow: She accepts them excitedly and loses herself in their sweet aroma. "Oh thank you, MC. These are lovely!" She takes one flower and tucks her behind her ear, hoping she can get away with wearing it around school.

Imelda Reyes: She looks at he bouquet with disinterest then back at MC. "What's this? ...I can see they're flowers, why are you showing them to me? ...they're FOR me?" She's genuinely taken aback. No one's ever given her flowers before. She accepts them tentatively, avoiding eye contact with an ever so small blush. "Thanks..."

Natsai Onai: "Oh my! These are beautiful!" She takes the flowers with both hands and takes a long sniff. The wild flowers smell as good as they are pretty. "Thank you so much, MC. Come, let us find a case to put them in!" She grabs MC's hand and pulls them along.

Garreth Weasley: He lights up and snatches the bouquet quick. "Are those violet bigonias??? Those are so rare this time of year!" He examines the small purple flowers carefully. "Thank you! You have no idea how much time you just saved me in finding these beauties!" He speed walks away mumbling to himself about upcoming projects.

Leander Prewett: "...is this a joke?" The sincerity in his voice is jarring. His eyes give MC warning that this isn't funny if they're just messing around. He takes the flowers when MC doesn't back down. He looks them in the eye. "Thank you...these are beautiful. Care for a game of summoner's court?" If they were willing to give him such a gift, he definitely wanted to spend more time with them.

Amit Thakkar: "Oh MC, these are- ACHOO!" Petals and pollen go flying. "What I mean to say is, this is very nice of you, but I- ACHOO... Have allergies." He sniffs and gently returns the ruined bouquet. "Do you like origami? I can show you how to make paper- ACHOO- flowers." He grabs a handkerchief and excuses himself to blow the pollen out of his nostrils.

Everett Clopton: He looks all around to double check that MC was, in fact, presenting HIM with flowers. An uncontrollably goofy grin spreads across his face. "For me? Really? REALLY?" He takes the flowers when MC starts rolling their eyes. "Right, sorry. Don't want to make you hold your arm out forever."

Poppy Sweeting: She mistakes the bouquet for a herbology assignment she may have missed and starts freaking out. "How do I keep doing this to myself!? I've been so wrapped up in my beast studies, I missed yet ANOTHER-" She calms when MC explains that the flowers are a gift. "Oh..." She takes the flowers and mentally catalogs the ones that are not safe to have around the beasts she's working with and hands back the toxic flowers. "You can keep these. Beasties before besties, sorry."